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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
9
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8,868
Reviews:
19
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Currently Reading:
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Return of a Hero
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“words”
-thoughts-
AN: Mirai is 30 in this story
Chapter Seven: Return of a Hero
High in the air perched on a floating palace Piccolo stood at the edge of the Lookout peering down on the world. The normally stoic Namek was furious, and rightly so. His best friend and sons have been tricked by one very annoying Saiyan prince. Oh, he had calmed down considerably, but he still kept to the lookout, only going down to where Gohan was now living to feed him energy.
It has been two months since Goku had been here to talk to him and still there has been no sign of Mirai. Piccolo was beginning to doubt that the future prince will ever return. It’s been eighteen years since anyone has seen the boy.
Piccolo turned from the edge and went over to meditate. Nothing more can be done for any of Earth’s Saiyans.
**********
In a field not too far from West City an object came into existence, an object of a very curious nature. It was yellow, with two jets for propulsion on its sides and a dome top. A large symbol on one side proclaimed it a Capsule Corporation item, but if one looked in any catalog this particular item would not be found.
The vehicle settled down onto the grassy field, steam jetting out from the engines. Slowly the dome top began to retract and a figure emerged. The man wore a black gi and a purple jacket with the same CC symbol on the shoulders. Strait purple hair hung past broad shoulders, prominent cheek bones and piercing blue eyes created a devastating image of aristocracy. The man pressed a button on the machine and with a ‘poof’ it disappeared. When the smoke cleared a yellow capsule lay on the ground.
Picking up the item he pocketed it and began to rise in the air. Closing his eyes he reached out to feel for the one he sought. The one he came back for. Through his fragile connection to that person he shot off in the right direction.
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Vegeta was in the Gravity Chamber working out some frustration. He would have preferred a different kind of workout, but as his mate was almost full term their usual rough sex was not an option. So here he was, putting his body through its usual routine while Kakarot lay sleeping in their room.
He was just rounding up his final routine when suddenly the power cut off and gravity returned to normal. Falling to the floor at the unexpected interruption Vegeta swore that whoever was responsible will get a beating. Getting to his feet he stalked to the door intending to reprimand the person. Only to have the door swing open and a fist land smack into his face.
Vegeta careened back into the Gravity Chamber’s wall leaving a good size dent. Gasping for breath through his mouth, because his nose was broken, he glanced up at his attacker. For just a moment he thought it was Kakarot, for who else can do him this much damage, but he stared in shock at the figure standing at the doorway.
The boy was taller than him now, he’ll give him that much. His long lavender hair flowed past his shoulders and at first glance one could easily mistake him for a woman, until you took in the incredibly broad shoulders and tone muscle underneath all that tan skin.
Vegeta glanced into his future sons eyes and found only fury there. He cringed inwardly. He could feel the anger rolling off the boy in waves. He wasn’t afraid of his son, no he wasn’t. He can easily take the boy on. No, it was the fact that he was the brats mate and had every right to beat the crap out of him.
Slowly getting to his feet, Vegeta fingered his nose. Yep it was broken. Damn brat. He decided to test the waters.
“Nice greeting, son.”
“You bastard! You fucking bastard! You ruined his life! My life! Our future!”
“No, you did that! By leaving, marking the boy and leaving. For Kami’s sake Mirai, he was just a boy! An Eleven year old BOY!! Did you even think about the consequences if you had never come back?!”
“He knew I would be back!” Mirai started to pace.
“It’s been seventeen years! How long did you expect him to wait for you? Did you never once think about how long you’d be gone?”
“I had no choice. I tried to come back earlier, but the damn thing was broken. This was the farthest back I could go. Twelve years back was as far that the damn thing would get me. And now I’ll never be able to go back as it’s out of fuel and nothing in this time has a replacement that is compatible.”
“So, I guess from your greeting that you’ve seen the brat? Is he getting what he needs?” Vegeta stared intently at his future son.
Mirai Trunks Briefs stopped pacing and stared back at his father. “No thanks to you, and yes, Piccolo has been giving him what he needs. The Namek has helped him greatly. We had a bit of a row between the two of us, but it’s all been taken care of. I just wanted to give you my greeting.” Mirai sneered at him.
Vegeta sighed heavily. “Mirai, I am truly sorry for the pain I’ve put the bra- Gohan through and I’m more than willing to apologize to him as well. But he left without any notice except to Kakarot, and my mate was unable to dissuade him from leaving. I have heard nothing from him since the… incident… and I have been … concerned. How is he faring? How is the child?”
“They are well. That is all I will say on this. You may be the ‘sire’ but I will be the father. I must go, Gohan needs me, now more than ever. And I will never be leaving his side.”
**********
Trunks Vegeta Briefs jerked his head up as he felt a power that seemed similar to his own. He frowned as he concentrated on the source. He tracked the power level as it left his home. As the power lever reached the edge of the city it dropped to nothing and vanished. Curious, he reached for his phone and dialed his home number.
“Hello, Bulma here.”
“Mom, it’s me.”
“What’s up son?”
“Was anyone just there?”
“What do you mean Trunks?”
“I’m not sure. I just felt a power level that was similar to mine leaving now to long ago, then disappeared at the edge of town.”
“Similar to yours? Hmm… I wonder…”
“Mom?”
I’ll call you back Trunks. I’m gonna go talk to your father. Bye”
“Bye.” Trunks stared at the phone for a second or two then shrugged. Glancing at the clock, he perked up when he noticed the time. Time to meet his mate for lunch.
**********
Bulma made her way through her home towards the central garden where the Gravity Chamber was located. As she approached she noticed that it was not active and there seemed to be a dent protruding from one side. She approached cautiously as past experiences flooded her memory. She shuddered and rubbed her hand across her right thigh unconsciously. Even after all these years it still troubled her. She was lucky to keep her leg.
Suddenly the door to the Gravity room burst open and Vegeta stormed out. Bulma gasped as she caught sight of her ex-husband. He looked his normal bruised and bloodied after one of his intense training sessions, but this time his face was bleeding. She knew that Vegeta was rather vain when it came to his face and also knew that the robots were designed to not go after his face.
Vegeta stormed past her heading into the house. Bulma ran after him.
“Vegeta wait! What happened? Trunks called and said he felt an unusual power. Any idea who it was?”
“Yes, Trunks.”
Bulma stopped dead in her tracks, dumbfounded. “Huh?”
“You know purple hair, blue eyes? Our son, Trunks.”
“Vegeta, I just got off the phone with our son so I know he wasn’t here. Now who was it!?”
“Bulma, I don’t have time for this. I already told you who it was. Now get out of my way!” Vegeta stormed past her and slammed into the house.
Bulma stood glaring at the door through which the Saiyan prince went flummoxed. She cocked her head to the side and thought. Vegeta has never lied to her, ever. So… that could only mean…
Bulma let out a gasp as the pieces fell into place. Shouting in delight he raced back into the house and dialed her son’s number to give him the good news.
TBC
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I’m so sorry that this is late, I’ve just been in a Harry Potter fix lately with the movie coming out and all. I’ve steered from the DBZ path for a while.
So anyways, please don’t forget to review, please!!!
“words”
-thoughts-
AN: Mirai is 30 in this story
Chapter Seven: Return of a Hero
High in the air perched on a floating palace Piccolo stood at the edge of the Lookout peering down on the world. The normally stoic Namek was furious, and rightly so. His best friend and sons have been tricked by one very annoying Saiyan prince. Oh, he had calmed down considerably, but he still kept to the lookout, only going down to where Gohan was now living to feed him energy.
It has been two months since Goku had been here to talk to him and still there has been no sign of Mirai. Piccolo was beginning to doubt that the future prince will ever return. It’s been eighteen years since anyone has seen the boy.
Piccolo turned from the edge and went over to meditate. Nothing more can be done for any of Earth’s Saiyans.
**********
In a field not too far from West City an object came into existence, an object of a very curious nature. It was yellow, with two jets for propulsion on its sides and a dome top. A large symbol on one side proclaimed it a Capsule Corporation item, but if one looked in any catalog this particular item would not be found.
The vehicle settled down onto the grassy field, steam jetting out from the engines. Slowly the dome top began to retract and a figure emerged. The man wore a black gi and a purple jacket with the same CC symbol on the shoulders. Strait purple hair hung past broad shoulders, prominent cheek bones and piercing blue eyes created a devastating image of aristocracy. The man pressed a button on the machine and with a ‘poof’ it disappeared. When the smoke cleared a yellow capsule lay on the ground.
Picking up the item he pocketed it and began to rise in the air. Closing his eyes he reached out to feel for the one he sought. The one he came back for. Through his fragile connection to that person he shot off in the right direction.
**********
Vegeta was in the Gravity Chamber working out some frustration. He would have preferred a different kind of workout, but as his mate was almost full term their usual rough sex was not an option. So here he was, putting his body through its usual routine while Kakarot lay sleeping in their room.
He was just rounding up his final routine when suddenly the power cut off and gravity returned to normal. Falling to the floor at the unexpected interruption Vegeta swore that whoever was responsible will get a beating. Getting to his feet he stalked to the door intending to reprimand the person. Only to have the door swing open and a fist land smack into his face.
Vegeta careened back into the Gravity Chamber’s wall leaving a good size dent. Gasping for breath through his mouth, because his nose was broken, he glanced up at his attacker. For just a moment he thought it was Kakarot, for who else can do him this much damage, but he stared in shock at the figure standing at the doorway.
The boy was taller than him now, he’ll give him that much. His long lavender hair flowed past his shoulders and at first glance one could easily mistake him for a woman, until you took in the incredibly broad shoulders and tone muscle underneath all that tan skin.
Vegeta glanced into his future sons eyes and found only fury there. He cringed inwardly. He could feel the anger rolling off the boy in waves. He wasn’t afraid of his son, no he wasn’t. He can easily take the boy on. No, it was the fact that he was the brats mate and had every right to beat the crap out of him.
Slowly getting to his feet, Vegeta fingered his nose. Yep it was broken. Damn brat. He decided to test the waters.
“Nice greeting, son.”
“You bastard! You fucking bastard! You ruined his life! My life! Our future!”
“No, you did that! By leaving, marking the boy and leaving. For Kami’s sake Mirai, he was just a boy! An Eleven year old BOY!! Did you even think about the consequences if you had never come back?!”
“He knew I would be back!” Mirai started to pace.
“It’s been seventeen years! How long did you expect him to wait for you? Did you never once think about how long you’d be gone?”
“I had no choice. I tried to come back earlier, but the damn thing was broken. This was the farthest back I could go. Twelve years back was as far that the damn thing would get me. And now I’ll never be able to go back as it’s out of fuel and nothing in this time has a replacement that is compatible.”
“So, I guess from your greeting that you’ve seen the brat? Is he getting what he needs?” Vegeta stared intently at his future son.
Mirai Trunks Briefs stopped pacing and stared back at his father. “No thanks to you, and yes, Piccolo has been giving him what he needs. The Namek has helped him greatly. We had a bit of a row between the two of us, but it’s all been taken care of. I just wanted to give you my greeting.” Mirai sneered at him.
Vegeta sighed heavily. “Mirai, I am truly sorry for the pain I’ve put the bra- Gohan through and I’m more than willing to apologize to him as well. But he left without any notice except to Kakarot, and my mate was unable to dissuade him from leaving. I have heard nothing from him since the… incident… and I have been … concerned. How is he faring? How is the child?”
“They are well. That is all I will say on this. You may be the ‘sire’ but I will be the father. I must go, Gohan needs me, now more than ever. And I will never be leaving his side.”
**********
Trunks Vegeta Briefs jerked his head up as he felt a power that seemed similar to his own. He frowned as he concentrated on the source. He tracked the power level as it left his home. As the power lever reached the edge of the city it dropped to nothing and vanished. Curious, he reached for his phone and dialed his home number.
“Hello, Bulma here.”
“Mom, it’s me.”
“What’s up son?”
“Was anyone just there?”
“What do you mean Trunks?”
“I’m not sure. I just felt a power level that was similar to mine leaving now to long ago, then disappeared at the edge of town.”
“Similar to yours? Hmm… I wonder…”
“Mom?”
I’ll call you back Trunks. I’m gonna go talk to your father. Bye”
“Bye.” Trunks stared at the phone for a second or two then shrugged. Glancing at the clock, he perked up when he noticed the time. Time to meet his mate for lunch.
**********
Bulma made her way through her home towards the central garden where the Gravity Chamber was located. As she approached she noticed that it was not active and there seemed to be a dent protruding from one side. She approached cautiously as past experiences flooded her memory. She shuddered and rubbed her hand across her right thigh unconsciously. Even after all these years it still troubled her. She was lucky to keep her leg.
Suddenly the door to the Gravity room burst open and Vegeta stormed out. Bulma gasped as she caught sight of her ex-husband. He looked his normal bruised and bloodied after one of his intense training sessions, but this time his face was bleeding. She knew that Vegeta was rather vain when it came to his face and also knew that the robots were designed to not go after his face.
Vegeta stormed past her heading into the house. Bulma ran after him.
“Vegeta wait! What happened? Trunks called and said he felt an unusual power. Any idea who it was?”
“Yes, Trunks.”
Bulma stopped dead in her tracks, dumbfounded. “Huh?”
“You know purple hair, blue eyes? Our son, Trunks.”
“Vegeta, I just got off the phone with our son so I know he wasn’t here. Now who was it!?”
“Bulma, I don’t have time for this. I already told you who it was. Now get out of my way!” Vegeta stormed past her and slammed into the house.
Bulma stood glaring at the door through which the Saiyan prince went flummoxed. She cocked her head to the side and thought. Vegeta has never lied to her, ever. So… that could only mean…
Bulma let out a gasp as the pieces fell into place. Shouting in delight he raced back into the house and dialed her son’s number to give him the good news.
TBC
**********
I’m so sorry that this is late, I’ve just been in a Harry Potter fix lately with the movie coming out and all. I’ve steered from the DBZ path for a while.
So anyways, please don’t forget to review, please!!!