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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.

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Chapter 9 – "A Dead Man Sat in a Chair on the Hill"

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AN: A bit of a faster update...yay! I just finished writing ch15. When ch16 and 17 are finished being written I'll post ch10. I want some more cushioning between chapters. Especially because the chapters I just wrote are handwritten so I'll need to take the time eventually to type them up. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Things are getting much more interesting and really complex (I can barely keep up)

At dawn the air was calm and peaceful, not a whisper of a breeze or the twitter of a bird. All was silent, not a thing to wake anyone up. Except Vegeta was wide awake. And he was wide awake for no reason.

Vegeta pressed his face against Goku's chest, sighing as his body refused to settle down so he could go back to sleep. He was safe and sound in his mate's arms, which was a first for the past few days. Goku had gone to the top of nearby mountain to meditate and had been there for three days straight, not stopping to eat or sleep. He had been focused entirely on coming to terms with the beast inside of him and taming it. Goku had arrived home earlier the day before, and Vegeta had ushered his exhausted mate into bed. He, himself, had been tired as well. Vegeta didn't sleep well without his mate by his side.

So right now he should be fast asleep like his snoring companion. But instead he had awoken just at dawn, for reasons he couldn't explain. And what was worst was that Vegeta couldn't return to sleeping soundly in Goku's arms.

Vegeta huffed, raising up on the bed and looking around. Goku continued to slumber on, mumbling in his sleep about mashed nail clippings and rabid bunnies. Vegeta was quite glad they could block their minds from one another because he didn't want to be a part of whatever dream his mate was having.

He looked around the room, searching for anything that might have fallen and woken him up. But everything looked just like how it had when he had gone to bed the night before. Vegeta closed his eyes, reaching out and sensing everyone he knew. Krillin and his family seemed fine on their island, all of them sleeping soundly. Trunks and Goten were together in their home, as was Gohan and Piccolo. And from the fluctuations in their chis it felt like both pairs were enjoying themselves. Vegeta quickly turned his senses from them, even just reaching out to feel their energies felt like he was intruding on their mating.

He quickly passed his senses over Radditz's and his twins' rooms before he settled back down against Goku. Vegeta pressed his face tight to his mate's shoulder, his nose in Goku's armpit. He inhaled deeply, trying to use his mate's scent to calm his nerves.

The room was quiet, silent and still as the sun rose.

Vegeta's eyes snapped open and he leapt from the bed, breaking the bedroom door off its hinges as he ran from the room. He blasted his way into the twins' room needing to see with his own eyes what he has sensed.

Takeo and Keigo were gone.

He ripped the mattresses from their beds, overturning the bunk bed frame and cracking it as he searched for his children. In his mind he knew they were gone, but the parental side of him, the side that gave birth to them, fed them and loved them, refused to believe his babies were gone. Vegeta gave a scream of anguish as he tore through their room, clothes, toys and games flying everywhere as he searched in vain.

A hand landed on his shoulder and Vegeta whipped around, lashing out at whoever was disturbing his search. "Vegeta calm down," the person holding him said, shaking him hard.

Vegeta struggled harder, eyes wild as he looked at the empty room he stood in. A harsh slap to his cheek shook Vegeta from his thoughts and he stared with clearer eyes at his mate. Goku worriedly stroked the cheek he had just slapped, smiling sadly at Vegeta. "Sorry about that, Babe. I just needed you to focus," Goku said softly.

"Takeo. Keigo…they're gone Kakarot," he said in a rush, once again looking around the room.

"Yes. But they aren't too far away. Just focus and you'll feel them Vegeta."

He took a shaky, deep breath, gulping down his fear of just a moment ago. Vegeta closed his eyes, leaning his head against his mate's chest as he searched for his boys. He found them easily, they were fairly near, like Goku had said. Vegeta still felt worry over the fact that they were gone, but they didn't seem to be in trouble. They just weren't at home like they should be.

"We need to go get them, Kakarot. I need them in my arms. And then I'll give them a whipping they won't soon forget," Vegeta said, turning from his mate and going to the window, which he now noticed was open.

"Umm…Vegeta," his mate called.

"What Kakarot? Nothing's more important than finding them and bringing them home."

"Of course not…it's just…"

"Just what?"

"Maybe we should find them while wearing clothes."

Vegeta paused just as he was crouching on the windowsill to take off. He glanced down, feeling a light flush stain his cheeks as he noticed he was wearing nothing at all. He nodded embarrassingly at his mate as Goku chuckled quietly and they left the twins' room. Both of them quickly put on some clothes and shoes before leaving the house. Vegeta spared an embarrassed glance at the damage he had left in his wake before he flew off in search of his boys, knowing he would have to fix that later. Vegeta put on a burst of speed as he and his mate flew towards where their boys were. He had no idea why they would leave like that, Takeo and Keigo knew better. Twenty years ago he could have expected this from Goten and Trunks, but not now, not his twins.

The sun rose higher in the sky as the two of them drew closer, though the forest below was still dark. Up ahead though there was an eerie glow from within the forest, and Vegeta felt worry flare up more at the thought of something happening to his boys. Thankfully for Vegeta's nerves they landed not a few moments after his worried thoughts surged, and he was greeted by the sight of his sons unharmed and safe.

Vegeta rushed at Takeo and Keigo, nearly tackling the boys as he scooped them into his arms. He held them tight for long moments, smelling their hair and feeling their strong heartbeats, letting those sensations calm his frailed maternal nerves. Goku joined the embrace moments after it started, curling his arms around all three of them. And in the dawn of a new day their little family was reunited.

After a while though Vegeta set his boys down. He exchanged a relieved sigh and smile with Goku, who still looked utterly exhausted. This little excursion wasn't good for the man so soon after his spiritual journey. Vegeta turned back to Takeo and Keigo, reaching down…to firmly slap each of them on the back of their heads.

"PAPA," they both cried in surprise, clutching their skulls in pain.

"You two are in a huge amount of trouble," Vegeta fumed, arms crossed on his chest, thankful for the fact that he was still taller than both of them. "How dare you both leave like that. You know better. When we get home-"

"But we had a reason to leave," Keigo spoke up, blind eyes looking at him pleadingly.

"And what possible reason could there be for running off in the middle of the night?"

"I had a vision."

Vegeta's next tirade died in his throat and he swiftly knelt down in front of his youngest child. He softly pressed a hand to Keigo's cheek, not missing the way Takeo tensed at his movements, expecting another strike. That boy was the epitome of brotherly protection. "Why didn't you tell me," Vegeta asked softly.

"Because I didn't want to get your hopes up in case my vision was wrong. Sometimes they are."

"It doesn't matter, Keigo. You should-"

"Um…Vegeta," Goku interrupted, lying a hand on his shoulder and pulling Vegeta's attention from Keigo.

"What the hell is it Kakarot?" Vegeta hissed.

"Just…look," his mate said softly, pointing towards the eerie glow that Vegeta had forgotten about after finding his sons.

He stood up from where he squatted next to Keigo, eyes widening as he saw something he had not seen in an age. Right before them, haggard, beat up and scrappy was a Saiyan space ship. Vegeta hadn't laid eyes on one since he was a child, younger than his twins. But there it stood. Exactly like he remembered, although it did lack the luster it probably had in the past and there were alien parts attached to it here and there. But nevertheless, right in front of his eyes was a slice of Vegeta's past.

But what made this moment truly shocking and overwhelming was the fact that Vegeta saw Saiyans around the ship. There were others of his species alive. They weren't the only ones left anymore.

"This is why we left," Keigo spoke up softly. "This was my vision."

"Why didn't you tell me," Vegeta asked, unable to look away from the miraculous sight in front of him.

"I was scared it wouldn't come true," his youngest confessed, voice mouse like as Keigo ducked his head.

Vegeta reluctantly turned from the beautiful sight of his culture and heritage being alive and well to address his son, hoping in the time he looked away it wouldn't disappear. "Keigo, don't do that," he said sternly, grasping Keigo's chin and turning his face up so their gazes met, as pointless as the action was. "No matter if it's a horrible vision or something too wonderful to describe, I want to know. I need to know so I can support you, and help you. Promise me you'll tell me about your visions from now on."

Keigo bowed his head, quiet for some time. Takeo laid a hand on his brother's shoulder and Vegeta knew they were speaking to one another. After a moment Keigo nodded, though he stayed silent. Vegeta supposed it would have to do. He would get a better promise out of Keigo later. For now he had much more pressing matters to address.

Vegeta looked back to the ship, a little sigh of relief leaving him when he saw it was still there. Now he could feel the presence of his people, since he was looking for them. There were two Saiyans in the woods and six others around the ship. From a distance he looked at the ones in the clearing, frozen in his spot by the overwhelming and conflicting feelings sweeping through his body at the sight of his people.

They still wore the armor and spandex that Vegeta had long given up, their tails wrapped around their waists instead of hanging freely like his family's. The Saiyans were weak though, compared to his current standards, except for one. Vegeta's gaze was drawn to the top of a hill, barely seeing the other two men there as he looked at the Saiyan with the great power. The man was large, bigger than his own mate, hair reaching just below his shoulders in thick layers. He was a formidable opponent. He held the power of a Super Saiyan. The man was of course nothing compared to his own mate or the rest of his family, but he was strong.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he looked at the Saiyan's outfit. He wore the armor of a guard, and imprinted on the left chest plate was the insignia of the royal family. He was a royal guard, which didn't make any sense…because Vegeta was the last of the royal line.

His heart suddenly stopped in his chest, his blood freezing in his veins. The sensation lasted but a moment yet the shock still ran through his system long after. Vegeta had looked away from the powerful Saiyan to look at the other two men beside him on the hill, wondering who they were. He didn't wonder long though. One of the men sat in a chair, his posture regal. His hair was up in a flame, a widow's peak kissing his forehead. It was a style only the royal family could bear.

Vegeta was staring at his own father.

Goten lay in bed, nude beneath the simple cotton sheets, taking deep breaths of the early morning air. His eyes were half mast as he stared at Trunks' bare back. It was in shadow but Goten knew there were scratches and punctures there that he had left with his nails. His mate slowly moved around the room, stopping periodically in his mission, his back continuously towards Goten. Against his own will Goten felt tears fall, something he had hoped he wouldn't do.

"Please don't do that, Goten," Trunks said softly, voice thick with feelings he had thought his mate had lost.

"Sorry…I can't really help it," Goten replied, wiping at his eyes and sitting up in the bed.

The pop of a capsule closing sounded and Goten watched with a heavy heart as Trunks set a small, closed capsule next to a pile of clothes. The sun had just risen, illuminating their room in pale reds, oranges, and gold. A sharp surge of power, the power of a Super Saiyan, drew their attention out the window for a moment.

"Dad is up early this morning," Goten said softly, swallowing thickly as Trunks returned to what he had been doing.

Preparing to leave.

Trunks slowly picked up his pile of clothes, dressing monotonously in front of Goten's eyes. He watched with barely suppressed sobs as every inch of Trunks' beautiful, muscular body was covered up. When he was done he pocketed his capsule along with a handful of others, all of which had essentials for his trip. And then his mate stood silent and still in their room, finally looking at Goten.

He sucked in a shaky breath, heart pounding at the intensity of Trunks' eyes. Goten now realized something, something he hadn't believed before. Trunks was just as torn up about his departure as Goten was. They stared at one another for long moments, and a kind of understanding passed between them. This was going to be really hard for both of them, but it was necessary for their future together.

Goten got up from the bed, going to one of his dresser drawers. He dug behind some folded socks to pull out two items. He walked up to his mate and placed each item in one of Trunks' hands. The first item was a small bag, full of sensu beans.

"Where did you get these?" Trunks asked, sifting through the beans with a single finger.

"I stole them from our parents," Goten replied. He had done it about a week ago, after Trunks told him he was prepared to leave. He wanted his mate to be safe, no matter if he suffered repercussions from their parents for stealing.

The other item was a locket, another item he had stolen, this time from Bulma. It was a special locket, full of their memories. Trunks opened it next and the two halves of the locket projected holographic images into the air above Trunks' hand, all of them pictures of their lives together, from childhood until now. The hologram flashed through the pictures, like a movie. Both of them were quiet as they watched the images flash by, staring at the locket in Trunks' hand. And Goten knew his mate was getting the wrong idea.

"This isn't to make you feel bad. This is to remind you about why you're going…and why you'll come back when you find what you're looking for," Goten said softly, closing the locket. He took it out of his mate's hands and hooked the chain around his neck. He pressed a kiss to Trunks' lips.

"It's also to remind you not to cheat on me."

"Never."

They kissed again, this embrace lasting longer. Trunks gently steered him toward their bed and he slowly lay Goten down on top of it. He was tucked under the covers by his mate, the back of his hand kissed. And then Trunks was gone.

Goten closed his eyes, tracing the path of Trunks' energy as he left their home, flying to Capsule Corps where his spaceship awaited him. Soon he would be blasting off into space, leaving their home and Goten behind as he went in search of himself out amongst the stars.

Goten sent up a little prayer to Kami, wishing for Trunks' safety and well being. And that his mate would return soon.

Piccolo quietly stared out the open window in the bedroom he shared with Gohan. His mate was laid out beside him, in a deep meditative trance, quietly breathing as Piccolo ran a single hand through his hair. Gohan had gone into his heat early that morning, just as the sun was rising. Right now his body was changing…preparing for a baby.

While he still had lingering worries, just like he knew Gohan did, at this moment, Piccolo was excited about the prospect of having a child. There were still unknowns, still trials to pass and such. But he knew they were both ready. He was stronger now and he would protect his mate and baby, just like he knew Goku had done during Vegeta's pregnancy. And Gohan was ready, had healed enough to try again.

A sudden surge of power had Piccolo tensing, shifting to lean protectively over Gohan. But then he realized it was Goku. The man was probably training. Piccolo was about to look into the situation further when two hands reached up and grabbed his shoulders, spinning him around so he landed flat on his back on the bed. He huffed in surprise, looking up with shocked eyes as Gohan straddled his waist. His mate was looking down at him with sultry eyes, his body beautiful and languid as the younger man rocked against his groin. Any thoughts about what Goku was up to were wiped from Piccolo's mind as Gohan grabbed a solid hold of his cock.

He had much more important things to worry about.

AN: Dun, Dun, Dun. Bet you weren't expecting that, huh, huh, huh? Well anyway...just as a heads up the scenes get a little mixed up time wise. The first couple of scenes that happen in ch10 occur before the scenes with Goten and Trunks, and Piccolo and Gohan. It made more sense to do it this way (makes it more interesting in my opinion). But just as a specific, the power surge felt in those last two scenes happens in the next chapter. I just want to build up the suspense a bit more.

So here we go. What is Vegeta's father doing here? Why is he in a chair? Who is the royal guard? And what is up with that power surge? Find all that out and more in Chapter 10 - "Q&A"

What do ya think, ya like my little Tv announcer persona. Should I do previews as well? I think it would be fair, since you all have been so patient with me. Here we go...

Next time, on Survival of the Fittest:

"Do you have dung for brains? I'm already mated."

"Then we'll find a way to break it."

"The hell? Are you crazy?"

"He is a third class nobody. You are meant to be with me. I am an elite."

"I don't care what you are. I wouldn't mate with you even if you were the last Saiyan in the universe. Now unhand me."
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