Moments In A Life
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Moments
In A Life
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Warnings and Things that Don’t Belong to Me:
ts]>A.
DBZ, DBGT (even though its never included in any of my
writing) and DB don’t belong to me. I
don’t make money off this or you would have had to pay to read.
B.
Warnings include (but aren’t necessarily limited
to): Smut (sex, MALE and MALE sex.) Bad
language. Vegeta with an attitude and a
secret. Goku (who isn’t stupid.)
Krillin sex. It’s also AU.
the GT world.)
C.
Also: Challenge
answered from Marie at Aff.net, and Hudine’s challenge for straight Goten and
Trunks.
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It
was a shock, a terrible shock that left him standing in the middle of
eveing ing like an idiot with his mouth hanging open and parents with their
children pointing and staring and laughing at him. When the moment passed, he was left standing there and wondering
just what in the hell he was going to do now that he knew.
to reconcile the obvious truths in his mind.
His
two best friends in the whole world had suddenly irreversibly shattered his
belief in innate goodness. In loyalty
and trust and marriage. Not even his
break-up (should you call it that, hell he was dead for like nine freaking
years and his wife never cheated on him, but politely asked when he came back
if they were still married) with Chichi had hit him like this.
ground in a fine spattering of what used to be the truth.
The
week started the out normal, he watched Vegeta. Watched him as he did nothing. Glowered. Trained now and
again, but mostly he just stood.
Contemplated, ignored his son and the world and dwelled in the dark part
of his own mind because he couldn’t just go out and purge a planet to get rid
of the feeling in his gut. Goku watched
him, and tried to stay there, tried to pay attention, but it just got boring.
Terribly
boring.
So
he left, but only for a little while, a few hours a day until he found that he
was having sparring sessions with Gohan every Tuesday (thus far he’d only had
the one, obviously, since it had only been a week.) Goten came to see him all the time and dragged him out to this
great thing called a buffet where you paid them a little and they let you eat
until you weren’t hungry anymore. (Big
mistake for them. Lucky break for
him.) Of course, Goten kept giving him
rather odd looks and asking him odd questions about what he had done when he
was a teenager. (Save the universe,
son, the same thing I do now that I’m an adult! Goten hadn’t been amused, and pointed out that his father had
only saved the universe once, and that he hadn’t done it alone, Vegeta had
helped. It turns out Goten was talking
about Buu.) His favorite color (which
for some reason, Goten kept insisting ought to be purple, and he didn’t like
purple.) If he had ever heard of a show
called Tele-somebodies and some ling-po or sing-lala. Or Tinky Winky… The
questions got a bit more bizarre after that and he was staring to think that
the ‘scratch the back of your head and chuckle until EVERYONE is staring and
thinking you’re a freak’ tactic wasn’t working.
So,
he’d had gotten up (from the buffet) and grabbed his son by the back of the
neck, carted him out of the buffet while he stammered and said things like
‘geez, dad! I’m not a baby!’ and ‘I can
walk you know!’ and ‘I can fly
too!’ But he didn’t really care, he
carried Goten until they were outside and dropped him on his butt in the middle
of a park where little old ladies were making snide comments about the young
ladies attire and children were playing with the dogs.
“What
are you asking me all these qu…” Then
he stopped, because t was was something that smelled like Bulma nearby.
whatever this thing was, because it didn’t make sense.
herself was dead and Trunks was… Well,
Trunks didn’t smell like his mother nearly as much as he did like his
father.
“Dad…It’s
just that…”
He
ignored Goten as he attempted to say whatever.
Heard a baby cry and turned toward the sound as an instinct.
made to Freiza about all the innocents crying out and him being the answer to
it? He felt that since he lived through
Freiza (which was a shock in itself) that he would uphold what he said.
crying.) And there was the prettiest
little baby girl with bright blue eyes and bright blue hair, with the face of
her mother. Sobbing on some man’s shoulder,
and father (he assumed) was patting her on the back, rocking her against him
but she wailed.
That’s
when the pit of his stomach dropped out and everything blurred out by that
little girl’s face and the sound of the man’s voice as he said “Bra…stop
crying.”
Bra.
Chichi
said Bulma was crying about Bra. Taking
care of Bra, and wouldn’t you know it…Bra turned out to be a baby with her
mother’s big blue eyes. Just like
Trunks’ eyes.
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It
took longer than Vegeta thought it would.
Longer for them to come back to him, first the tall one and then the
little bald midget that had grown hair a long time ago and would always be bald
to him. He hated Kakarot.
body until he felt like he could wring the moron’s neck for being so fucking
stupid all the time and demanding the answers to questions that were none of
his fucking business. Kakarot came to
him for one thing and Vegeta was more than happy to give it to him.
could pull off was wrong.
It
was longer than a week. A week he could
feel those dark eyes tracing him with every step he took, realized that the
bastard had the knowledge that nobody but him and a dead woman had.
But he hated her now too, hated her because hate was safe and love was
the thing they told you they felt before they shoved the knife in your back
with a grin, a kiss on the lips and a ‘I fucked someone else, does that bother
you?’
No.
“Alright
Vegeta,” Kakarot said when he came back, stinking like it.
where the wants of the flesh were almost more than the willpower of the mind.
fool and there were things that his body needed, things that had been awakened
and were now hungry. He looked at
Vegeta like he would devour him, and they both knew that right now Kakarot had
the strength to do it, but Vegeta had something over the tall one.
inside out.
“What
do you want?” he asked, didn’t look away from where he stood at the window and
felt the way all of Kakarot’s weight shifted the influence from his shoulders
to his hips. Strange.
tall because he smelled so pungently.
Enough to make Vegeta turn and look at him, felt his mouth water and
smirked.
“Tell
me what happened Vegeta. Then I’ll
leave you alone.”
He
didn’t turn. That wasn’t what Kakarot
came for and they both knew it. The way
Krillin knew it and hated it but he came back time and time again for his fix.
lived or died and it was hard to find that sort of genuine emotion in the
world. But here was something else,
something that Kakarot knew now that he hadn’t before, and the knowledge made
him sad. Terribly sad but not angry,
and Vegeta turned and looked at him, wondered just what in the hell he had
found out that he shouldn’t have.
“You
should have told Trunks, Vegeta,” Kakarot said. Low. Whispered.
Vegeta
felt the wave of something. Something
he couldn’t name, something like disappointment in him, and he sneered because
he knew exactly what the bastard knew now.
Crossed the room and punched him.
Just because it hurt, because it hurt inside of him, in that place that
stupid humans called a heart and it wasn’t him that should have felt
it! He hated that thing.
Kakarot
caught his fist. “You should have told
him.” Then he slammed Vegeta’s fist
back into his face. “And you have to
start eating.” A shiver, a look of dark
eyes in the dark room and his voice was heavy with the thoughts in his mind as
this little meeting of theirs went from serious to that other thing where all
he could feel were the dizzying waves of lust.
So
he moved closer, curled his hands around the back of Kakarot’s neck and yanked
him down, made him bend and breathed against his face, his neck, breathed heavy
and hard and let the smell of his split lip fill his senses.
lower and the jaws of the larger Saiyan opened just slightly, lips pouted, wet
by his tongue and he smiled. “Think
you’re the only Saiyan that sense emotion, Kakarot?” Swallowed the answer by covering his mouth.
bald thing appeared, squeaked loud and sudden and stared.
Kakarot
pulled away and turned around, like a rabbit caught in trap, frantic except
Kakarot was the one here that had done nothing wrong. Stupid sense of right and wrong, but he couldn’t get his mouth
open fast enough. Krillin gave his best
friend a look that was something between betrayal and absolute adoration.
back to him, breathing heavy and blushing but not ashamed.
Vegeta
curled his hand tight around the big neck, both his hands, and said: “Tell my
son anything you know and I’ll fucking end you.”
Low. Felt his body being lifted
up, the look in those eyes that told him he was being dramatic, that told him
to go ahead and try it. See
which one of them came out ended. Which
made him smirk, bend his head down and cover Kakarot’s again as he was lifted
up and held.
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70
words shy of the full count…but I just couldn’t keep going with the
endless…*points at chapter *ness.
Goku: What
in the hell is a twinky winky?
Vegeta:
*falls over and dies laughing *
Goku: I
don’t get it!
Goten:
Obviously.
Vegeta: *is
now being buried, as he is dead *
Goku: Who am
I going to sleep with now?!
Vegeta: That
is an excellent question…except…well, I can’t say.
Goku: Can’t say
what?
Vegeta: Just
wait for the next chapter.
Webtester01:
*sigh
* Sadly, Trunks is not in denial, he is
just straight. Poor dear.
and Lol. I loved that Goku doesn’t
like Chichi’s new husband. ‘Snorefest’
joke *
Jaygoose:
A
murder mystery? style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’m no good at writing mysteries.
I don’t know what’s happening either.
(did that make sense?) Like I
can write it as long as I don’t know who killed Col Mustard in the library with
the pipe wrench. I have to figure it
out as the story goes on.
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Macha:
Lol!
something similar to how his mind worked.
I do the same thing sometimes, ask the same question of everyone because
almost always you get different answers.
It’s fun. I love making jokes
about Piccolo and sex.
You
know, yuri sex doesn’t er mer me, either.
I don’t read it really, but it doesn’t bother me.
Maybe we’re weird.
Hectate 18:
I’m
right there with that Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! About Truten being
straight. *sobs until she can sob no
more * It’s so sad.
Mechanical Butterfly:
Ooo?
Truten they can just head on over to Saiyan Enlightenment where everyone is gay
and happy (and Gohan’s a jerk.) And the
world is as it should be.
Wow.
EleneK:
*sigh
* I have given in to the obvious and
decided that it is best for me not to abuse the hell out of Gohan at every
available venue. *sighs more *
treating him civilly. *glare *
say. *thinks really hard about this
* Aw, crap, I forgot it.