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Survival of the Fittest	By : 2dragonkat Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 11967 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ and its characters, they belong to Akira Toriyama. The only parts that do belong to me are the plot and the twins. I also do not make any profit/money from this either.

Chapter List
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Update February 6, 2011: I'm so very, very sorry for the delay in this. The holiday season was very busy for me, plus my sister and father both had birthdays not long ago. I just graduated from college and am job hunting. And my mom and I have been hanging out quite a bit now that I'm home from school. So I have had little time to dedicate to this story. But now I have some more time. I still don't know what my update schedule will be. I'm adobting a tactic I used when writing one of my other stories "Could We Have Been." I will post the next chapter when I'm finished writing the one I'm working on. So chapter 8 will come when I'm done writing chapter 13. And at this point in time I don't know when that will be. I hope you all will be patient with me because I promise this story will be worth waiting for. So enjoy ch7 and I'll see y'all next time.

Chapter Seven – "Revelations"

WC: 3,380

Vegeta slowly stretched, his muscles aching and tight. But the pain brought back pleasant memories as he woke up, so he kept his eyes closed for a few moments longer. He was pressed tight to his mate's side, his head resting on Goku's shoulder, one leg tossed over the larger man's waist. Vegeta ran a hand up and down his lover's chest, feeling his heat and heartbeat through his fingertips. His mind was foggy, like he had just come out of a very deep sleep.

The body against his moved slightly, and Vegeta could feel through their still open bond that Goku was waking up as well. He snuggled closer in response, letting his mind absorb the amazing occurrences of earlier that day. They had gone from almost destroying their relationship to making it stronger than ever. Vegeta could still feel the warmth of their bond in his head and heart, and the way the darkness in Goku seemed further away. It wasn't beaten, that raging and feral beast. But it was contained for now, and Vegeta felt like they could both breathe a little easier at that knowledge.

But even as he floated in the lingering pleasant sensations of their lovemaking, Vegeta felt something nagging in his mind, some thought he couldn't grasp at the moment.

Vegeta pulled away from his mate, sitting up to stretch out the kinks and tension in his body. Goku sat up as well, but just to wrap Vegeta up in his arms once more. He chuckled a little, leaning his head back against the shoulder he had bitten earlier in rapture.

"Baka," he murmured affectionately. "We have to get up at some point."

"Yeah well, let's have that 'some point' come much later than now," Goku whispered against his skin, nibbling at his shoulder blade.

Vegeta smirked, just about to agree with his mate. They could probably afford to be alone together for a few more hours yet. There wasn't anything going on tomorrow, and Piccolo and Gohan could take care of the twins. They didn't have any other engagements and Radditz would probably like some time on his own…

Vegeta's eyes snapped open and he smacked Goku hard in the jaw with his shoulder as he suddenly stood up. "Damn it! I forgot," he shouted, going to the back of the cave where they kept an extra set of clothing for them both.

Goku grumbled behind him, rubbing his chin and watching him sadly. "Aww come on Babe, just a little longer," he said pitifully, a pout on his face.

Any other time Vegeta might have given in, or at least smacked his mate for not acting like a Saiyan before giving in. But not today. They had forgotten about two important things. One: Radditz, they still hadn't cleared things up with him. And two: it was Friday, when the family gathered together for a meal. Vegeta needed to be there to ease everyone into the idea that they had another once enemy but now friend living with them.

"Baka. We've left your brother alone and everyone's coming over tonight. I don't want anything happening to him. Not to mention I haven't got a meal ready," he said in haste.

Vegeta splashed some water from the waterfall in the back of the cave on his face and body before slipping into his clothes.

"Well…I think we're a little late for all of that," his mate said slowly.

He huffed and faced the man, finding Goku staring out of the cave. It was extremely dark, the stars were out and the nighttime creatures were rustling in the forest around the cave. Beyond that Vegeta could feel several chi gathered at his home, indicating they were late for their own party. Vegeta grumbled unhappily, tossing Goku his own set of clothes before heading out of the cave.

"Just get your pants on Kakarot. We're going home."

His mate didn't doddle after that. Goku dressed hurriedly, getting tangled in his pant legs and nearly falling before righting himself. He followed Vegeta into the sky as they flew home. Vegeta looked to his side as Goku grasped his hand, lacing their fingers together as they flew. He smiled and looked away, willing the happy flush on his cheeks away before they got to the house. Vegeta adored how affectionate Goku got after sex, it was something he had never known he would want in a relationship. Someone to reach out and grab his hand for no other reason but to touch him.

They touched down just a few minutes after leaving their cave, approaching their home on foot. The lights were on in the house and even from outside Vegeta could hear laughter and the clinking of glasses. He had feared to find smoking holes and burning debris on and around the house, but it seemed disaster had been averted. Vegeta paused before the back door, frowning. A part of him had actually wanted to find a disaster to clean up, because it meant he was needed. But as they approached the house Vegeta was hit with the unknown feeling of being an un-needed since everything had turned out alright without him.

Vegeta exchanged a curious glance with his mate as they approached the house, the sounds of merriment something unexpected given the situation. He took a deep breath and walked onto the deck, squeezing his mate's hand before releasing it. Goku opened the back door and they went inside. Their family and friends in scattered little groups around the house, talking and drinking. The twins were nowhere in sight though.

Goku grinned cheerfully at the sight of their friends and family contentment, and he drifted into a conversation Master Roshi was having with Gohan, Trunks and Krillin in the library, leaving Vegeta to seek out Radditz. He found his friend in the kitchen with the rest of their group, the four of them chatting happily. Piccolo was absent from conversations and before Vegeta made his presence known with the others he sought out his best friend and confidant in the living room.

"I was wondering when you two would return. I was worried your heat had started early," Piccolo said in monotone but with a smirk on his lips to lighten the mood, tipping his glass of water towards Vegeta in greeting.

"Yes well…things took a little longer than expected. But Kakarot is fine, at least at present," Vegeta responded, sitting down in a chair, ignoring the banter his friend was trying to start.

"Something is wrong with him?," Piccolo asked, lowering his glass and sitting up in his chair to give his full attention to Vegeta.

He sighed, glancing at his friend before looking away, trying to figure out how to explain the situation. If anyone could help it would be either Piccolo or Radditz. Radditz had been raised as a Saiyan longer than anyone, not to mention he was a blood relative of Goku. And Piccolo was a master of control of the mind and spirit. Vegeta had done as much as he was able, now he needed to reach out for help. And that was something a proud prince like him wasn't used to.

"Kakarot was never raised as a Saiyan, he was raised a human. He never learned to control the animal that all Saiyans have inside that make us so strong. Now that part of him is getting out of control. Kakarot has no abilities to control it, nor do I have the knowledge to help."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Possibly. I suppose meditation would help, along with some soul searching. I'm at a loss. Things are fine now but I don't want another incident to occur like what happened this morning and afternoon."

"What happened?"

"Nothing you need to concern yourself about."

Vegeta could feel the stare Piccolo was giving him, a penetrating gaze that was trying to get some hint as to what Goku was able to do when he was out of control. Vegeta didn't let anything show. The monster his mate was capable of becoming was a knowledge that only he should bear. Besides if they could get it under control then there would be nothing to fear in the future.

"Pops! When did you get back?"

Vegeta turned to find his sons Goten and Gohan entering the room, along with Raddtiz who seemed content and relaxed. Radditz had an arm around Goten's shoulder, like it had always been that way. The bond between nephew and uncle was already there and Vegeta hadn't been around to help forge it like he had with Gohan. Radditz almost seemed to be glowing with happiness, appearing as Vegeta had never seen him before. Not even when Radditz had gotten pregnant had he looked this content, this at peace with himself. It seemed Vegeta's family was healing Radditz. He was taken aback by the fact of how unnecessary he was for keeping his family happy at the moment. Usually he was the one planning the party, making the food and keeping people content. Now…that wasn't the case. He had had all these plans for helping Radditz adjust and become part of this family, but all of those plans were pointless in light of the current circumstances.

"Your father and I just got back," he replied to Gohan's question, standing up from his chair. "I'm rather tired. I'm going to go to bed."

He briskly left the room, wanting to find a little solitude. Just before he went up the stairs though Vegeta saw his mate approach Radditz. His throat tightened and Vegeta left the stairway, going to his mate's side and placing a hand on his arm. He wanted to calm Goku down before anything happened. But as he looked up at his mate's face, at the smile and the brightness in his eyes, Vegeta realized his efforts were once more pointless. It seemed his mate's jealousy was gone.

Goku smiled at him, pulling away from the grip Vegeta had on his arm to walk up to Radditz, catching his brother's attention. "I'm sorry about how I've treated you lately. I shouldn't have taken out my frustrations on you. You're family…and that's all that matters," Goku said softly, holding out a hand to his brother.

Radditz stared at the outstretched hand for a moment before grabbing it and pulling Goku forward for a one armed hug. The estranged brothers embraced for the first time. A smile tugged at Vegeta's mouth at the sight. He had played a part in that resolution, and somehow that made the ache in his heart fade away a bit. Vegeta was still needed by some people.

He turned from the scene and went upstairs, seeking out his youngest sons before he turned in for the night. Vegeta quietly opened the door to his twins' room, letting the light from the hallway illuminate his path. He went to their bunk bed, eyes drinking in the sight of his precious children. He floated up to Takeo's bunk first, brushing away some of his son's hair before placing a kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Samurai," Vegeta whispered as he nuzzled the side of Takeo's face, smelling his soft, comforting scent.

Next he sat down on Keigo's bed, watching his youngest son sleep for a moment. It still amazed him that this little boy was alive and healthy. He had endured so much and come out stronger and wiser than Vegeta could have hoped for. Keigo was special, as was Takeo. And the two of them took Vegeta's breath away every day.

"Pleasant dreams, my sweet Keigo," he murmured, placing a kiss on his forehead.

A hand landed on his shoulder and Vegeta turned to find his mate smiling down at him. He returned the grin and got up from his son's bed, allowing Goku to lead him from the room towards their own. They would let their family handle the rest for the night, because the two of them deserved a little moment of peace.

It was night, a dark night. But dawn was coming.

There was a clearing in a forest, the hill in its center.

A dead man sat in a chair on the hill, two men stood on either side.

A spaceship landed and a tree fell down.

There was a sense of familiarity and caution.

There were screams and an explosion.

Blood covered a stranger's hands.

One ship left and another arrived.

Bodies lay strewn on a battlefield.

An evil man laughed before falling silent.

A dead man sat in a chair on the hill.

He had a long tail and hair like fire.

A comrade was ripped apart, blood splashed on the ground.

The bond disappeared.

Death and Life surrounded a family in a thick vice.

A group of people traveled in a spaceship.

They had long tails and spiked hair.

A planet appeared in the sky, one of ancient origin.

A leader was born.

There was a cry of a baby and the wail of someone who's lost everything.

A spaceship came from the sky and landed in a clearing with the hill.

There were people with tails inside.

A dead man sat in a chair on the hill.

He was family.

Keigo woke with a start, gasping as his body shivered and sweat. He saw nothing with his eyes open, just darkness. It was a stark contrast to what he had just seen. His vivid vision of just moments ago made the blackness that filled his gaze feel even more encompassing and oppressive. Keigo gulped in a deep breath, rolling onto his side and trying not to throw up. Arms suddenly wrapped around him and Keigo snuggled into his twin's hold. Takeo was a silent, comforting presence, helping to relax Keigo's frantic mind.

"What did you see?" his brother asked after a few moments, stroking his hair and back.

"The future," he whispered softly.

"Whose?"

"Everyone's."

Takeo sat quietly in the room he shared with his twin brother. He sat in the rocking chair their papa used when he read them bedtime stories or sang them to sleep. Keigo sat silently in his lap, eyes closed as he cuddled to Takeo's chest. He held his brother securely, looking out the window into the night sky as they waited for the inevitable to happen.

Three months had come and gone since his brother's last and strongest vision. Never before had Keigo seen so many futures jumbled up and entwined in once single moment of foresight. He had been exhausted the next day and Takeo had stayed by his side, guarding him as he recovered. Keigo told him that everything he had seen in that vision was because of a single event. The event that was going to happen that very night.

Takeo glanced at the clock, seeing it was still another hour till dawn. The time of the event that would change their lives. They had both woken up several minutes ago to get ready. And now all they could do was wait.

Keigo quietly moaned against him and Takeo smoothed down his hair, feeling his brother succumb to sleep. He would let his brother rest until it was time. Keigo had already done enough, now it was Takeo's turn.

His brother was precious to him. Keigo was special, smart, sensitive and someone who will do great things in his life. Takeo considered himself lucky to have such a wonderful brother who loved him and as such he now devoted his life to protecting Keigo. Takeo was a samurai. A fighter who protects a noble family, a warrior who will sacrifice everything to keep Keigo and everything his brother loved safe.

His nickname his parents and family called him had even changed accordingly. When he was younger he was 'little warrior,' someone bright and full of energy. He was much more outgoing then, much more emotional and carefree. But as he grew and Keigo gained his seer abilities, Takeo had become much more reserved and controlled; a silent, devoted presence behind his brilliant brother. He was now 'little samurai.'

Takeo didn't like the 'little' part of his nickname. But he wouldn't complain, because unfortunately it was true. He was the shortest in their family. Even Keigo was a tad taller than him, though much thinner. Takeo feared he was doomed to have his Papa's height and not his Father's. Genetics were both a blessing and a curse for him. He had been granted unimaginable power but also an embarrassing height.

Suddenly a low rumble sounded some ways away, so quiet it wouldn't have been distinguished from other nighttime sounds. Unless someone was waiting to hear it. The sun started to rise on a new day and he knew it was time. Takeo gently nudged his brother who still slept in his lap. Keigo murmured sleepily but stirred, sitting up straighter in Takeo's lap as he stretched his arms over his head.

"Is it time?" Keigo asked quietly, rubbing his left eye cutely.

"Yes," Takeo replied simply, as he always did, standing up from their rocking chair and setting Keigo on his feet.

"Then we should go. They should be touching down by now and I want us to get there soon so they don't spot us."

"Are you sure we shouldn't wake Papa and Father?"

"Yes. I don't want them hurt if the people in my vision aren't the ones we think they are."

"They'll be worried."

"They're always worried about us. Besides everything will be fine. Once we figure if these are the people from my vision then we can come back and get Papa and Daddy."

"Okay," Takeo conceded, knowing his brother was most likely right. Keigo was smart even though he was blind, and he would follow his brother no matter the situation. Besides he needed to make sure Keigo stayed safe.

Keigo smiled at him, and Takeo knew right then that he would do anything his brother wanted as long as he continued to smile like that. He opened the window in their room, climbing onto the sill and taking Keigo's hand. Together they flew out into the night sky, heading off to where at that very moment a spaceship was landing.

They flew low in the air, Takeo keeping a hold on Keigo's hand even though he knew his brother could see the trees of the forest in his own special way. They were silent as they traveled, not wanting to alert anyone to their presence. They traveled a long distance before they touched down, wanting to approach the landing site on foot, so they wouldn't be noticed.

Takeo glanced at his brother, tightening the hold he had on Keigo's hand as he felt the chi of the aliens get stronger and stronger. He could see lights up ahead, scattered and dimmed by the leaves of the forest, indicating where the strangers were. They slowed to a stop behind a bush, and Takeo forced his brother to duck down as he peeked over the foliage.

They were on the edge of a large clearing in the forest. A river flowed through it, tracing the bottom of a hill. There was a small spaceship which had landed on the top of the hill, a group of people spread about. And sitting in chair on the top of the hill was a man. Two other men flanked him, one of them looking incredibly powerful with his large build.

Takeo spied three other men, milling around the spaceship, with two more off in the forest from what he could sense. Keigo had told him though, that this was not the only ship with these aliens on board. Five more orbited earth. But the chi levels of these men were low compared to their family, so it made sense that they hadn't been noticed yet. Their family and friends were so used to feeling the strong chis of one another that they barely paid attention to those weaker than them.

It was still somewhat dark, the sun was barely above the tops of the trees. But light came from the spaceship and it was enough for Takeo to see what he needed to.

These men…were Saiyans.
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