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Atavism	By : ctsama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Uncovered

“Vegeta kept a journal, it’s all there in black and white,” Piccolo began, eyes downcast. “A thousand years ago there were males capable of bearing children. They were rare, but it happened. They were almost all wiped out but one of Vegeta’s ancestors survived. He had Bulma concoct something to wake the dormant ability in him. All to save the Saiyan race.

“He didn’t know the intricacies of what was about to happen. How could he? Saiyan blood instincts are strong, but it’s not like the change came with an instruction manual. When his scent changed it was like a catalyst that unlocked everything linked to Gohan’s heritage, from his power to his instincts, everything going back a thousand years or more. It wouldn’t have been a major problem if Gohan had the control over his instincts that you and Vegeta and most Saiyans did.

“We both know Gohan has never been a fighter at heart.” Piccolo stopped and met Goku’s eyes across the bed. “And that’s where we fucked up: we never asked why. If we had, if we’d pushed him to tell us we’d have found out it was out of true fear of his Saiyan half.”

Goku gasped. The ramifications of that were terrifying. “That means…”

Piccolo nodded gravely. “If we’d made him face his fears he would have been able to withstand the worst of what Vegeta’s influence brought out. Since that never happened, it just took him over. He’s a throwback to the violence and conquering nature that almost made the Saiyan race destroy itself. That sad thing is that if he’d been born this way thousands of years ago he could have been a king. There’s no place for it now.”

Piccolo grimaced, remembering Vegeta’s description of those first few weeks after the initial attack. It took enormous strength to deal as much damage to Vegeta as had been dealt, proof enough for Piccolo of Gohan’s increased strength and power. Even a weakened Vegeta was stronger than all the human fighters on the planet which left Piccolo concerned about Earth and its inhabitants. In essence Gohan had all the power of a child in charge of the world’s thermonuclear weapon supply, and without control he had no idea of how not to push the detonator button.

Goku tried to absorb that reality while Piccolo spoke on. “From what I read in Vegeta’s journal he caught Vegeta leaving Capsule Corp. after seeing Trunks. He had just entered another heat cycle but it was only two weeks after he’d delivered. The pregnancies eat through his ki and his energy levels hadn’t rebuilt. His body was still healing as well and he was an easy target.”

“I thought… I thought Gohan wanted a more human world, I never knew he chose it because he was afraid of his Saiyan blood. I was so afraid of pushing him into being what I wanted instead of who he really was that I let it go. You’re right, I would have made him face it if I’d known.”

“I didn’t see it either,” Piccolo said, deflated. “I was his teacher. I’m as much to blame as you if not more.”

Vegeta had begun to shift in his sleep as Piccolo spoke, and suddenly he cried out in pain and began to thrash weakly. They moved to the bed, Goku took his arms and held them. He looked to that too-pale face and saw tears. Vegeta was crying. Goku’s breath caught and icy fingers gripped his heart. The girls began to stir, and soon they were shrieking at the top of their lungs.

“Piccolo? He’s losing to something… What’s happening? I can feel…” He frowned, put a palm to Vegeta’s head. Extended himself and cried out as he was painfully repelled. “It’s Gohan,” he panted. “My son is doing this to him!”

Piccolo cursed, yanked the covers off of Vegeta. He quickly and carefully divested one then the other of their blankets and placed them on Vegeta’s chest. Almost immediately they calmed and twined their tails together. For a few moments, nothing happened and he was afraid Vegeta’s struggles would buck them off. Their ki surged strangely, as if they were trying for something but failing. Finally, Goku watched in amazement as their ki resolved and flared out, surrounding their father. His face lost all traces of tension and he fell into restful sleep once more with a sigh. His tail uncurled from his waist and wrapped around the children, who followed him into sleep.

Piccolo heaved a weary sigh. He didn’t bother re-swaddling the children, he simply pulled the covers up over all three of them.

“What is my son doing to him, Piccolo?” Goku asked, not taking his eyes off what should have been a tranquil picture.

“I don’t really know. Vegeta’s journal is written in Saiyan. I had to get King Kai to help read it but he didn’t recognize most of the language Vegeta used to describe what’s happening as far as his mind goes; the words are just too specialized. It’s an attack of some kind, and it’s more than just telepathy but that’s all we could decipher. The girls have been shielding him somehow, have been since he was around three or four months along. He has an amazingly strong bond with them, especially when you consider how they got here. He did write that he never would have survived without their intervention.”

Goku’s mind was still spinning. He knelt by the bedside, watching Vegeta and the children sleep and thinking. Finally he addressed Piccolo again. “What about the other children?”

Piccolo hesitated. “That much isn’t mine to tell Goku.”

“Please. He thinks he’s doing the right thing by keeping me in the dark. He won’t tell me anything and he’s going to get himself killed going this alone. Look at him, Piccolo, really look. Have you ever seen him so drained? And it wasn’t just the delivery either, he’s… brittle inside. I can feel it from him and it’s scaring me.”

“It’s worse than you know,” Piccolo sighed, wondering how he was going to tell Goku exactly how badly Vegeta’s mind was damaged. He stopped, frowning as he watched Vegeta. He had slowly shifted slightly closer to Goku’s side of the bed during their conversation. “Hey. Put your hand out, by his face. Don’t touch, just hold it there.” Goku looked at him as if he’d grown another head. “Just do it!” Piccolo snapped.

Goku shrugged and did as he was asked. Almost immediately Vegeta turned his head into his hand. Goku blinked. Took his hand away again by a few inches. This time Vegeta’s tail uncurled itself from the children and brought his hand back by the wrist. Goku’s breath caught. He gently extracted his arm and Vegeta made a small, broken sound in his sleep. Goku shifted himself behind the sleeping prince and his new children and cradled his head in his lap. He reached out and stroked his cheek gently, sighed. “I missed you too, so much Vegeta,” he murmured, leaning low to place a single kiss on his forehead.

Piccolo watched the interplay with fascination. “Huh.” Maybe with all his barriers lowered Vegeta was doing what he needed to do to heal himself. There was hope after all. If so Piccolo decided to tell Goku everything; he’d need all the information he could get.

“There are two sets of twins, one boy and one girl for the first, and two boys for the second. They are all remarkably strong, far stronger and more innately talented than full-blooded Saiyans born to a male and a female. He’s got adoptive parents raising them in different places. Vegeta chose them himself, and he visits them regularly and watches over the families. He asked me to take these two myself.”

Goku smiled a little, liking the idea. “Will you do it?”

Piccolo looked at the sleeping babies, remembered how they calmed when he held them, and how at peace he had felt holding them in his arms. They were strong, and they would be a force to be reckoned with if raised properly. And most importantly, if it came down to it Piccolo might be the only person Gohan would listen to.

“Vegeta knows what he’s doing,” he said in answer. “Besides, they’re kinda… cute. You know. For mammals.”

It was a laugh they both needed.

In the span of a few minutes Goku’s family had increased by four children and two grandchildren. His head spun. Vegeta slept on and he reached out again, ran a hand through his hair. In his sleep Vegeta leaned into it and sighed.

“When Gohan came after him why didn’t he tell anyone, Piccolo? I’m always listening for him, he knows I would have heard him. I would have done anything to stop this. If not me, you’re his friend too. Why?”

Piccolo snorted. “How the hell should I know?”

“Because we both know you’re always watching and you notice things most people don’t. Now tell me.”

A smirk curled his lip. Goku had him there. “All right, I’ll tell you what I think, but I could be wrong. I think it’s partly because you would have learned about the children. You have a wife and a family Goku. Your people don’t mate often, less than a handful every generation from what Kami understood. They take it seriously. ”

“He doesn’t think of Chi-Chi as my mate-”

“But he thinks you do. He wouldn’t interfere with that any more than he felt like he had to. You should know that. Just like you should have known he would never have brought your son into this, especially with a young marriage and a new baby.”

Goku flinched. “You said ‘partly.’ Is that another part?”

“Yes. Once a villain, always a villain. Who was going to believe him over your own son, my student? As you said, if he thought he could have gone to anyone it would have been one of us and even we were willing to believe Gohan’s version of events rather than trust what we know about Vegeta.”

Goku flushed in anger, mostly at himself. “And Gohan damn well knew it. He played me. He didn’t want me going after Vegeta, he wanted him alone and vulnerable and that’s exactly what I gave him,” he said growled.

Piccolo nodded. “You weren’t the only one, he had everyone fooled. And then there’s this: how many times has Vegeta stepped in to stop you from getting killed in a fight? Does that track with the guy that thinks losing a fight entitles you to a one-way ticket to the spirit world? He’s protecting you. From what, I don’t know. You’re on your own with that one.”

Blood roared in Goku’s ears, so much new information, it all pointed to something he had hoped but never dared believe. He looked down at the man who necessarily and habitually pushed people away, who was currently nuzzling into his petting while in a completely vulnerable state.

“I think... he loves me.”

“There’s a shocker,” Piccolo snorted, thanking his lucky stars that his people didn’t have to deal with all this. “Not that he even knows it. Do you know much about what happened with him while you were in the Otherworld?” Goku shook his head. Any attempts to talk to Vegeta about that time were met with a topic change or a scoff about how nice it had been without him around to whine all the time.

“Goku, when you died, Chi-Chi was sad. She grieved, and then she recovered, healed and moved on. She raised the boys, she lived her life. That was your wife. Vegeta… stopped really living. The spark in him just died when you did. I don’t think many people noticed, a different shade of gruff is still gruff. I tried to fill in, I think Bulma did too. I talked to him about it once. He knew something was wrong, knew it had to do with you but didn’t know why. But the truth is the day you came back from the Otherworld is the day Vegeta remembered how to live again.”

“Taking a mate is for life, and the death of one usually precedes the death of the other.”

Vegeta’s words came back to him and his mind raced furiously. ‘Vegeta didn’t die when I did though… but if a bond was there but incomplete he might have lived on. His spirit would have gone and returned along with me. It fits, but it seems impossible…'

“But wait, then why did he want to destroy me when I came back? It doesn’t make any sense!”

“Yes it does, hell, that’s the easy part. He didn’t realize it then, probably still doesn’t, but he needed you. You changed him, you made him care and then you left him alone for seven long years.”

“Oh. He was pissed.”

“Got it in one. You haven’t seen him in a year, and you’ve been slowly losing your shit. Think about what he went through.”

Seven years. Piccolo was right, with Vegeta gone he hadn’t been himself. He’d had to check himself in his dealings with others more and more often as he found himself irritable and snappish or just plain absent-minded.

Goku’s thoughts reeled as he struggled to come to grips with all the new information, chief among them the horror of what his son had done to Vegeta. Vegeta’s seemingly inexhaustible strength and dogged stubbornness had gotten him this far but he was on borrowed time and Goku knew it. All because of his son trespassing and attempting to take by force what didn’t belong to him. How much blame lay at which feet didn’t matter right now, wouldn’t matter until Vegeta was safe. After one last caress Goku slid out from underneath the sleeping man, laying his head gently back on the pillow. His eyes narrowed and there was a cold fire in them that Piccolo had never seen before. “I need to find my son.”

“I’ll stay here. Go.”

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Vegeta woke all at once with a sense of unease. Piccolo was beside him, relief clear in his eyes. The children were dozing lightly on his chest and he couldn’t help a small smile at seeing them safe. His head ached and his energy level was still low, but his body seemed to have been healed from the traumatic birth. Someone had replaced his bloodstained, oversized t-shirt with a clean white robe. “The Lookout?”

Piccolo nodded. “How long has it been? No, scratch that, it doesn’t matter.” His new daughters began to whine softly, sensing his distress. He rose slightly, kissed each girl on the forehead in turn, projecting stillness onto them. “Calmly, my little warriors.” They heeded their father’s gentle command, whimpering quietly and falling more deeply into sleep. He turned his eyes to the Namekian he’d entrusted with their guidance.

“How… how much do you know?”

Piccolo nodded. “I found your journal. I am sorry, it was an emergency.”

Vegeta nodded, looked away. “I should have burned those pages after I was finished. I don’t know why I didn’t, I usually do.” His mouth went suddenly dry, afraid to ask the next question but having no choice. “Kakarot?”

“He’s the one that got you here in time,” Piccolo said, knowing it was the last thing he wanted to hear. “He knows.”

Vegeta closed his eyes, a pained sound escaping him. He let his head fall backward. “Shit. How pissed is he?”

“Plenty. I’ve never seen him like this actually. He’s out there hunting Gohan down as we speak.”

“…What? Oh. I meant about what I did to him.”

“About the children? Vegeta, that’s kind of on the back burner now, don’t you think? Besides, I don’t think he’s even upset about that, not the way that you think.”

Vegeta was perplexed by the fact that Goku wasn’t angry with him. He tried not to show it but Piccolo could see it clearly. Vegeta picked up one of the girls and held her out. Piccolo took her from his arms and he braced the other twin against his chest, sitting up enough to rest against the headboard. “He shouldn’t be doing anything. This isn’t his fight. It was my fault, I should have realized what the danger was. I was careless.”

Piccolo glared at him angrily. “Since when is being raped anyone’s fault but the rapist?” Vegeta gaped at him and the implication shocked Piccolo. “Did you really think… You really thought I’d be angry with you, that we both would be, even once the truth came out? That we would think you did something to bring this on yourself?”

Vegeta’s brows knitted in confusion. “You had more of a hand in raising Gohan than anyone. And he’s Kakarot’s son. He had everyone fooled. In my word against his, he wins,” Vegeta said. There was no bitterness, no sarcasm in his tone, only straightforward truth. It hadn’t even been worth trying.

He’d said he ‘usually’ burned it, he was referring to his written account of his rape. Write it down, then burn it to let it go. A quick and dirty form of therapy.

Usually. A regular occurrence. It explained so, so much. Piccolo swallowed hard. Of course Vegeta would be blamed for being attacked, it was his fault. He’d committed an unforgivable sin.

He’d relaxed.

Piccolo realized he’d been too quiet too long when apprehensive black eyes met his. If he’d thought those eyes dark before, they were positively haunted now. Piccolo took a steadying breath. If Vegeta needed to keep that secret, if he needed things to stay the same between then he’d damn well be there for him however he needed.

“Idiot prince,” Piccolo said softly, and there was only the faintest tremor in his voice. “Yes, I had a major hand in raising Gohan. And I missed something that ended up almost costing you your life. That only means I blame myself for what he did to you. I was his teacher. I should have seen it.”

Vegeta held his gaze for only a moment, but Piccolo could see how affected he was by what was said, and relieved by what wasn’t.

“It’s easy to hide from others that which you hide from yourself, and Gohan hid it well. You couldn’t have known.”

Piccolo glared at him. “You sound like Kami. It’s disturbing. Stop it.”

Vegeta grunted at him, but there was amusement in it and Piccolo smiled. “Do you still want me to take the girls? Or was that just a flash decision.”

“I can’t afford to make flash decisions with any of this. I’d been considering it for a long time. You’ve felt how strong their minds are?” At Piccolo’s nod he continued. “The relative isolation you like would do them good; it’s difficult to be around others sometimes especially growing up. Their thoughts can push in on you. Your mind is calming, you make them feel safe and happy and you could use the company. I couldn’t ask for more than that, for you or for them.”

“Calming, huh? I think you just complimented me Vegeta.”

“Yeah, well, somebody told me I was going soft.” Before he could say anything else Vegeta’s breath caught and that sense of unease he was having flared into outright danger. Pain, white hot followed, but it wasn’t his...

His eyes unfocused as Piccolo watched in confusion. “No, no, shit, no...”

“What are you seeing?”

“Trunks!”

Piccolo was speechless. He never, ever would have guessed Gohan would go this far.

“Take the children,” he ordered tightly, sitting up. “Get them out of here.”

Piccolo could hardly grasp what was happening. The kind, intelligent, gentle boy he’d for the most part raised for years was now inspiring true fear in Vegeta, Prince of All Saiyans. His concern blossomed into alarm. “I can’t just leave you! There has to be a better way-”

“I’m sure there is but we don’t have time to find it, I’ve got to get him away from Trunks now. Transmission is the only way to get there fast enough and there are only three of us that can do it. I’m too weak and he’s been blocking Kakarot away from me since this all started.” He addressed Piccolo’s surprise before he could ask. “My son is more important than keeping the secret. I can’t reach him, I’ve been trying.”

“Three? You, Goku and… When did Gohan learn it?!”

Vegeta flinched. “It’s stolen knowledge. He’s been in my mind, he picked it up from me. He’s not practised but I can feel him working it out. I’m going to have to bring him here.”

Piccolo cursed. Vegeta was right, but he still hesitated.

“Piccolo, he’s beating my son. Please. Don’t think. Just do this for me.”

“Shit. Shit!” He picked up the girls and prepared to leave. “How do you know all this?”

“It wasn’t just my body he violated. He... forced a link on me. I was keeping him out before, I don’t know how it happened but... I can’t anymore,” Vegeta ended softly and Piccolo could almost feel the terror as if it were his own.

On worlds with telepathic inhabitants mental violations were punished far more harshly than physical to keep this very thing from happening. Hearing and feeling Vegeta’s fear finally made him understand why. To have privacy and control of your very thoughts and actions stolen away? It was unthinkable.

“As soon as I tell him I’m here, he’ll be here fast. You have to go.”

“If I leave you here…” he asked through the lump in his throat. “Next time I see you, you won’t be yourself anymore.”

“Either I will be or you won’t be seeing me again, there are no other options,” Vegeta said with a fatal certainty that made him tremble. “Take care of my children, they are all that matter now. My thanks, Piccolo. And tell Kakarot I… I have... missed him. Now go. I will stay here. It will buy you time to get to safety.”

Vegeta was proud of himself. His voice remained steady and betrayed none of the terror he felt.

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As soon as he felt Piccolo leave the Lookout Vegeta did the most difficult thing he’d ever done in his life.

He stood, dropped his arms to his sides, opened the way for him to enter that violated bond and touched Gohan’s mind. //Leave my son alone you shitbag. I’m at the Lookout. You want me, come and get me.//

He felt Trunks’ pain and fear abate and knew Gohan had left off hurting him. He shuddered with the relief of it, but it was short lived. Gohan appeared only moments later.

Arms crossed and trail wrapped around his middle under the robe, he faced Gohan with a scowl. “You look tired. Beating up small children must be hard work.”

“You brought that on yourself, Vegeta,” Gohan said calmly. “I was more than patient with you, I gave you plenty of chances to come to me on your own. I even held off going after Trunks for months. Speaking of children, I believe you owe me some. Where are they?”

“Gone,” he smirked. “You won’t find them.”

“Well that’s too bad, I would have liked to formally meet them. The way they kept you from me, their strength must be off the charts. Oh well,” he shrugged. “They were only the first. There will be more.”

They were interrupted by the sounds of running down the hallway. “Gohan!” Dende pelted into the room. Vegeta was worried about what the saiyan would do to his old friend, but he also needed to see if Dende could have any effect on him.

“Gohan, what are you doing? None of this is like you!”

Gohan became all cordial charm and Vegeta’s hackles rose. He smiled amiably at his old friend. “I know. Let’s just say I’ve been getting in touch with my roots. It will all end up fine. Won’t it, Vegeta?”

“Only if you get the hell out of here and go fuck yourself with a Masenko.”

Gohan laughed. “Well, what courtship doesn’t have its problems.”

Dende just regarded him sadly. “You can fool your friends and family, but I’m the Guardian, remember? Even if I hadn’t seen what you did to Trunks I can see your heart. It’s so full of… rage and violence now it’s pouring off you. It’s not who you are and this can’t be what you want.”

Gohan dropped the act, regarded him coolly. “You’re making a bad assumption off the bat. Why wouldn’t I want this? If you can sense all that you have to be able to sense how much more powerful I’ve become and I’ll admit, that power is more than a little intoxicating. And it’s intensity is amplified when I’m defeating a worthy opponent. While my father is physically godlike in strength and almost a match for me, that’s just a matter of training and ability. This one,” he tilted his head in Vegeta’s direction. “Is more than that. His strength is his will. Taking that,” he turned to face Vegeta. “Is real power.”

Dende’s shock was palpable and Gohan wanted to feed it. He’d had to reveal himself a little in order to find Vegeta and it felt good to not have to hide anymore. He was ready for everyone to know just how much he had changed, how much stronger he’d become. The sooner they stopped treating him like the weak, frightened rabbit he had been, the better.

He had been prepared to let the charade drop once Vegeta was under his control anyway. He advanced on Vegeta again and he sensed the change, cursing under his breath. He uncrossed his arms, dropping them to fists at his sides. “You will not use me to corrupt an innocent, Gohan. I won’t allow it.”

“By all means, Vegeta, try to stop me. Dende, you should stay a while. I mean it. If you try to leave I’ll hurt him. Well, I’ll hurt him worse,” he added with a smile.

Fighting was pointless, and all three of them knew it. Vegeta wasn’t giving ground but he was far weaker than his convincing front suggested. Just healing him had been like trying to nail down sand as Vegeta’s body stubbornly resisted his efforts. By the end of it he’d been too drained to restore much of Vegeta’s energy. Gohan caught his fists, one in each hand and knocked his legs out from under him, twisting both arms behind him and propelling him face-first onto the bed. Dende was yelling at Gohan to stop, voice shaking. He was on him before he could get up, hands groping under the robe and he could not allow this to happen.

Vegeta had been fighting all his life. He’d been bred for the fight, born to it, lived for it. What he fought had never mattered, whether an enemy, his body or his own mind, it had always come as easily as breathing. Now, though… whatever Gohan had broken caused him to drift and he didn’t know why or how to fix it. When he reached for the capacity to fight it just slipped away from him.

If he couldn’t fight there was only one thing Vegeta had left, something he’d never, in all his years as Freeza’s favored pet or anytime after, resorted to. He forced his muscles to stillness. Drew in a harsh breath.

“Stop,” he said quietly.

Thrown off by the cessation of struggle and his tone, Gohan did stop. He flipped Vegeta over like a doll. “What did you say?”

“Not here. Please. Take me somewhere else.”

“I love the way that word sounds coming off your lips. Say it again. And be more… convincing.”

Vegeta struggled with himself as Gohan watched him, drinking it all in, knowing how impossible this would be. But if he didn’t, seeing what Gohan was about to do to him would at the very least traumatize the gentle Dende, and even if Vegeta hadn’t respected the young man, Earth was the home of his children, and they needed it’s Guardian whole.

There was no choice. He tipped his head back and to the side, fighting with his body over every millimeter. “Please,” he said softly.

Gohan didn’t take what was unwillingly offered, at least not yet. The dawning look of triumph was sickening and Dende felt nauseous. He jumped as Gohan called his name. “You’re in luck. Vegeta wants to be alone with me.”

He pulled Vegeta off the bed by the arm and Dende was angry with his own inability to do anything to stop this. If he left with Vegeta they might not find him again until it was too late, he had made this worse just by being here.

This wasn’t right, none of this was right. “No! It’s not too late. Come with me. Leave Vegeta in peace. Hasn’t he been through enough? We can find a way to put things back to normal. When I looked death in the face, you saved my life, Gohan! And then you became my most precious friend. I want my friend back,” he said honestly, desperately. He stayed where he was, extended his hand and waited. “Please.”

Gohan’s answer was a pitiless gaze of pure ferocity. He pulled Vegeta into him and touched a finger to his forehead. “It’s too late because I want it to be. I should go back to ‘normal’ Dende? Why? I have never, ever felt so free.”

In a blink they were gone.

Dende’s hand trembled, fell.

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wistfulmuse: Ouch, harsh. I added sterner language in the existing chapter warning so hopefully that won’t happen to anyone else. Sorry to lose you, especially before things start turning around.

Ulrike: Lol, I only write when an idea grabs me and won’t let go, usually because something about the show’s storyline has pissed me off. And as much as I love Dragonball, there’s a lot to be irritated by. Angst Queens Rule! :D

TristaML: I don’t really get to read much, but I just read through All My Hate to better understand what you meant by ‘mushy stuff’ and holy cow. I friggin’ love it! I totally get what you’re saying now after reading your style. Believe it or not, the emotional stuff is why I started writing fanfiction in the first place. I’m a researcher so I’m used to concise, stick-to-the-facts documents and I wanted to work on creativity and emotion. So I borrowed a sandbox or two for practice. :) While I can’t say it’s going away, I can definitely thank you for making me more aware of that, I think it will help me keep a balance in the overall story. I hope you can continue to bear with me, thank you!!

Cara9001: I love all those moments in DBZ when Gohan goes apeshit over someone hurting his dad (well, either one, lol!). I wanted the girls to have the best parts of him, so I had to include that in some way. I do tend to tear characters down to their foundations, but I absolutely love building them back up again. I know it looks and feels impossible, but we’re getting close to a resolution, and I think/hope you’ll like it! P.S. Omg that project sounds awesome!!! Genetics is a fascinating area of study, I only wish I had the math skills to study it in earnest. So jealous (read: happy for you, lol!)

CandyYugiohFan: Right now! And thank you very much!! :D
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