Unforgivable | By : thePrincesJewel Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Okay, so Goku’s being a bit of an idiot. Sorry, I just watched the Dragonball where he proposed to Chi-Chi. Relationships, I don’t think he’s ever managed to figure out….
Standard not mine sequence
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“You have a daughter? And a grandson? AND YOU NEVER TOLD US?”
Goku latched onto Bulma’s voice. “Well, no, it never came up.” Again, dead silence. “We had the androids we needed to get ready for, and everything, and I just kinda forgot.”
“Forgot?” Bulma gaped at him. “How do you forget having a daughter? Or a grandson?”
“Well, I didn’t know about Krill. I found out about him when I saw Zweb. Radda was just a baby the last time I saw her.” Chi-Chi left the room, slamming the door behind her. “Oh, man. She’s mad at me again, isn’t she?”
“I think that goes without saying, Goku!” Bulma snapped. “I take it Radda is younger than Gohan?”
“Well,” Goku started counting on his fingers, “um, yeah, she is. About a year younger, or two?”
“You mean while we all thought you were dead after Namek exploded, you were off with some woman?” Yamcha exclaimed.
“I wasn’t off with some woman!” Goku corrected. “I was training. I didn’t start living with Zweb until after you guys called the dragon.”
“Boy knows how to dig a deeper hole,” Master Roshi commented to Tien, who nodded agreement.
“And was Zweb happy to see you?” Yamcha asked. “I mean, Chi-Chi was always glad when you came back.”
“I think she was more surprised than happy. I showed up naked in her living room.”
“NAKED???!!!!”
“My clothes got all bloody. I didn’t want to wear them anymore.”
“Your clothes got bloody so you went, naked, to some woman you hadn’t seen since your daughter was a baby.”
Goku blinked at the array of appalled, condemning looks he was getting. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Vegeta sat up when Goku crashed in the clearing. He watched, bewildered, as the younger man laid on the ground, crying. “Kakarot?”
His only response was a startled, hitched gasp before the wracking sobs resumed. He rose, and slowly walked toward the other Saiyan. What could have happened? It wasn’t me, he was crying when he got here. “Kakarot?”
Goku curled in on himself, unable to stop the tears. He’d been lucky to make it here, his private place. Vegeta… Vegeta. He‘s here, here. Zweb said… she said…she said he would understand. His thoughts froze the instant Vegeta touched him, pulled him into an embrace.
“Goku. I’m here. Let it out now, while you can.”
“V…V… Veg… eta?” The fear and hopelessness in the question hurt.
“Shh. No, it’s ‘Geta. Go ahead and cry. I’m the only one who will know.”
“’Geta…” Goku wailed, and burst into fresh tears. He burrowed into Vegeta, crying until he had no more tears left to shed, his nose was stopped up, and he had hiccups.
He’s needed this for far too long. To cry with someone. When I told him about Frieza on Namek, I cried. I remember. It felt so good to release all that pain I had bottled up, even though I couldn’t take the time to explain just how horrible Frieza was, what he was capable of.
“’Geta?”
“Mmm?”
“I did a bad thing.”
“You?” Vegeta gasped. “You never do anything bad!”
“No, I did a bad thing. I’m just not sure what I did. Everyone is mad at me. Chi-Chi won’t talk to me, but she was happy I was back, and so was everyone, and now they all hate me.”
“That doesn’t make sense.” Naturally. Kakarot is involved.
“I didn’t remember to tell them about Radda, and when I did, I told them about Krill first, and Zweb, too,” Goku attempted to explain.
“Hush. You’re too tired to make any sense.” Vegeta rose to his feet, steadying the younger Saiyan. “You’ve cried yourself out. I’ll take you home. You’ve got clothes left there.” A scornful gaze shot over Goku’s outfit. “Anything’s better than that.”
“Zweb made it for me,” Goku whispered. “She didn’t mind that I showed up with no clothes.”
“So that’s where you went!” Vegeta said with sudden enlightenment. “No wonder I couldn’t sense you anywhere! No, don’t fight me. I’m taking you home, you can have the same room as before. Your clothes are still there. ”
He rose into the air, Goku a limp burden in his arms. “And then, after you’ve had time to recover, we’ll talk.”
Vegeta sat next to the bed, gazing thoughtfully at the sleeper. I don’t understand. Why did I feel the need to comfort him this time? That is not normal. I would have laughed at him for being weak, for shedding tears. Or started fighting with him. Anything but offer comfort. But then, I had just been seeing things from his side. Maybe it spilled over?
Thanks be that I didn’t find him desirable when I stripped him! Vegeta sighed, and regarded the clothes he’d removed with disfavor. I wonder if he’d be upset if I threw them out? It’s not like he’ll wear them again. He’ll be back in that orange and blue as soon as he wakes up. I’m starting to wonder if he owns anything else… there wasn’t anything else in the drawers or the closets.
Vegeta sighed again, and stood. “Sleep well, Kakarot.” He made his way to the kitchen, but stopped at the far end of the hallway. His wife was home, and from the volume, not happy. He growled, having hoped for a peaceful snack, and continued on, determined to send her away while he ate. Then he realized she was talking about Kakarot. He paused just outside the kitchen.
“…us about them! Forgot, my ass! Goku’s memory isn’t that bad!” Crashing and banging - oh, great. She was cooking. “How do you forget that you have a daughter?”
“Well, you know Goku. He’d forget anything if it meant he got to fight.”
“Yamcha, if we had gotten married…
“He didn’t marry you, onna, so the question isn’t really valid, is it?” Vegeta broke in.
“Vegeta! Do you know what Goku’s done? Would you marry a woman and then have a child with another one?”
He gave her a level, flat look. “What do you think?”
“Er, no, of course you wouldn’t! Pride and honor and all that.” She slammed several pot lids in rapid succession, then checked on something in the oven. “You are hungry, aren’t you?”
Vegeta eyed the various bubbling pots apprehensively. His wife could cook - but when she was angry or upset, the food tended to reflect that. “I was thinking of sandwiches, actually.”
She was suddenly in his face, and furious. “MY COOKING HAD BETTER DAMNED WELL BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!”
“Then it had better be edible this time. Your cooking suffers when your temper’s up,” he replied calmly. I’d better let her have her way. Maybe I can get a decent amount of information. And the shape Kakarot was in… he growled… I’d better let him have the sandwiches. Wait, he has a daughter? “Did you say Kakarot has a daughter?”
He felt terrible. His eyes were so dry and itchy they hurt, and his mouth felt like he’d slept with cotton balls stuffed in it all night. His head was pounding, and he felt all stiff and achy. “Ohhh…” he moaned.
“You’re awake? It’s about time.”
“Ngh!” Goku sat bolt upright, and then grabbed for the blankets as he scrambled to the other side of the bed.
“Oh, relax. I’ve had a year to be wondering why that happened. It won’t again. I brought you some food.” Vegeta indicated the plate full of sandwiches. “Steak and cheese, and undoubtedly better than that slop Bulma made for me.”
“She isn’t mad anymore?” Even his voice was scratchy.
“She doesn’t know you’re here. I made them. Now eat.”
Goku scooted back across the bed, reaching uncertainly for the food. Vegeta never moved, lounging at ease in the chair next to the bed. One bite, and Goku forgot everything except his hunger. He finished off the last bite and eyed the empty plate regretfully. “Those were good.”
“Thank you. Now, what happened?”
“What do you mean? You know what happened.”
“Not between us, baka. Last night when you came back.”
“I did something wrong, something bad. I must have, because everyone stopped smiling and got so mad at me.”
“Start with exactly when you came back.”
“Oh. Well, I found Trunks and Goten. And I went back with them to the house. Chi-Chi yelled and yelled at me for leaving like that, and then she started crying, and then she started cooking, and by then everyone else was showing up. And they all yelled at me for taking off and were happy to see me back, and they asked me where I’d been and I told them I went to see a friend and Chi-Chi hit me with a frying pan…. Why are you laughing?”
“You married a dangerous woman.”
“Oh. Well, anyway, I was really tired and my head hurt and I guess I passed out, because then I was on the floor and everyone was looking all worried. Krillin asked me if I was okay, and I told him I was tired because my grandson had worn me out, and he said I didn’t have one, and I told him I did and that Radda had named him Krill after him, and that Radda was named after Raditz. Oh, no, that’s not right. I told them Radda was my daughter, and then that she’d named Krill for Krillin. Chi-Chi asked me who her mother was and I told them Zweb was, and then they were all mad I hadn’t told them about them before, but I’d forgotten about Radda because of the androids and I didn’t know about Krill until I went back and saw Zweb again. Somebody asked me if she was happy to see me, and I said she was more surprised than happy because I showed up naked in her living room and… Vegeta, why are you laughing?”
Vegeta waved a hand, and doubled up again. “Go on.”
“Well, I did figure out that that wasn’t the best thing to have said, but the more I tried to explain, the madder they got at me.”
“I can imagine,” Vegeta replied, remembering Kakarot’s ‘explanation’ the night before.
Goku hung his head. “You think I’m lying, too, don’t you?”
“I know what happened to your clothes, and I know perfectly well where that outfit you were wearing came from. I don’t think you lied, but I am very certain you were horribly unclear.” An understatement. He’d gotten Bulma’s version last night. “Especially about your daughter.”
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