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End of the Road
By : Batjokes
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Despite the problem of the night prior, Vegeta woke at the crack of dawn. Smirked as he showered with unscented products and left his house with a still sleeping Kakarot inside. The other Saiyan slept like a log, no sound disturbing his slumber. And yet the scent of what Kakarot had done in the guest room still lingered even if it had grown somewhat stale in the intervening hours between nighttime and dawn.
It still boggled the mind that his longtime rival was a beta male. But with their tails returned and their own Saiyan pheromones released it was easier to distinguish his own Alpha scent from that of a Beta. Had they both had their tails from the start he wondered how things might have changed, or if they would have at all. Some things were best left to the past without thinking of what if’s . For what if’s were useless things in the present.
Despite having taken a shower, once he made his way into the wilderness some miles away, he found a mud patch. Removing his shoes and shirt he lowered himself to roll in the mud. Usually the thought of doing so was beneath him. However, with a beta of his own race involved it was tradition. Ergo, even as a member of the Royal Elite, it was expected and thus seen as rude not to do so. Not when one was courting a carrier.
There had been interest in the other male before. Even when he’d thought him to be another Alpha. Perhaps even before his days spent with Bulma Briefs. A fierce woman, but not one he could have fully bonded with. She was of a different species. That humans and Saiyans could produce viable offspring had been a shock. But it proved difficult to produce more with them, whether or not one tried. And although he cared for his offspring and would harm those who tried to harm them if they couldn’t fight off a foe themselves, he didn’t fully connect with them. They were, all of them, too human. Both his offspring and Kakarot’s own.
There way of courting was much like their mother’s race more so than that of their sire’s. Perhaps he’d need to teach Trunks and Goten about proper Saiyan courtship seeing as they had started courting in the Earthling way. They were part of both worlds after all, even if Vegetaisei was gone… except that was no longer the case. Thanks to Kakarot.
He should have been the one to call forth Shenron and make the wish. But it hadn’t even entered his thoughts. Then again, why would he wish back a planet when he couldn’t wish back any of his people!?
“Tch!” Of course Kakarot managed to get the dragon to somehow grant him a wish that normally he wouldn’t grant. And the Super Dragon Balls would have been more of a hassle to track down and even move!
After finishing rolling in the mud he knelt up and as carefully as he could while using as little ki as possible he took one stealthy step after another.
The mud masked his scent as he inhaled. Turned his head one direction and another as he traversed the woodlands in search of fresh prey. If he could find something large and take it down he could offer it to the beta. To Kakarot. The beta had initiated courtship and now the Alpha would show him his worth as a provider. Not that a beta couldn’t provide for themselves, but Vegeta would not spit upon traditions of old, passed down from generation to generation.
His entire body stilled as a loud snap northwest of his position reached his ear.
He turned his head, slow least even that slight movement cause panic amongst the mammals of the forest.
There, just past a few trees and into a clearing, a small meadow, stood a great beast. Several heads taller than Vegeta himself with antlers that spoke of the bucks great age. Dangerous, for someone who didn’t have his advantages. A fine specimen.
He debated on going after the buck, or one of the does in the area. However when another buck, this one appearing younger due to their antlers he stood back and watched.
Experience and size could win against a smaller and less experienced buck. But this other buck was not one who’d just entered adulthood, but had been around for a couple of seasons at least.
The two bucks stared each other down. The elder glaring. But the younger did not back down. Vegeta had to smirk at his tenacity. It was strange that some animals fought for breeding rights rather than allowing the so-called fairer sex to choose. Thus far he’d not seen a doe on Earth follow the losing buck, no matter how many does the winner claimed.
He watched as the younger buck lowered his head and charged. Less than a heartbeat or two later the older buck mirrored the younger.
Antlers clashed together and caught. The bucks heads nearly touching. The elder tilted his head to the right and gave a vicious shake as he tried to unbalance his opponent.
The younger however changed his center of gravity so that it was harder for the more experienced of the two to move him.
While the older buck might have been taller and with a mightier set of antlers, the youngster had just a bit more weight on him. As if he’d gorged on food more than the other before the season, or hadn’t challenged any other male of his species until that moment. Biding his time until the others were exhausted from one challenger after another. That was if the deer could think on that sort of level.
Perhaps it had been just luck. Sometimes that happened, even if Vegeta didn’t quite believe in such a thing. But he’d met gods and angels, so he wasn’t as skeptical as once he’d been. Yet he didn’t know how much luck applied to non-sentient mammals like the creatures before him as they fought for the right to mate, or even the right to take on the entire herd.
The elder lifted his forelegs as his antlers came free of the youngers. But the younger didn’t back down and followed suit.
Again their heads lowered and their antlers clashed. The elder and the younger used their forelegs to hit out at the other. The elder landed one hoof on the younger’s right foreleg, but the younger’s left hoof bashed into the elder’s throat where it met his chest.
They both heaved and their hooves hit the ground. The elder appeared to have trouble breathing and the younger stepped back with the tiniest limp. So small that Vegeta didn’t think he’d been terribly injured. Out in the wild with the predators any weakness could be used against him. Even a momentary one like bruising, but it looked like nothing was broken.
The elder buck however shook his head, but before he could regain his barings the younger lowered his head and ploughed into the older buck who didn’t see it coming. And thus lost his foothold and fell onto his rump. That moment gave the younger buck a chance and he took it, swiping his antlers at the elder who had a difficult time just rising back up.
Vegeta shook his head as once the elder was back up he turned and ran from the younger. Had that single moment not happened where the younger buck had gotten in that hit to the elder’s throat he may have not won. There would be challengers, but the buck that had run, now that he no longer had a herd had just become his prime target.
With a manic grin and a glint in his dark eyes, Vegeta zeroed in on his chosen prey as it sped away, but not so fast that he couldn’t follow. The beast no longer had the protection of its herd, although he was pretty sure that the beast was supposed to protect his herd rather than be protected by it.
“You’ve nothing to lose now,” he whispered with a low chuckle. And judging by the size of the buck and how many prongs upon his antlers, he surely had passed on his genes several times over.
Flying over the creatures, not caring of the twigs and leaves that got caught in his hair or nearly hit him in the face he landed on the beast’s back. Grabbed hold of its antlers and with all his might turned its neck until it snapped. A loud crunching snap as its neck bone broke.
Before the beast, upon drawing its last breath fell, Vegeta hopped off and to the side.
Picking it up, he grunted. It was heavy. Somehow he managed with a bit of ki manipulation to drag it back to his house. Where a bleary eyed Kakarot opened the door.
“Vegeta?” He blinked. “Wh-what!?” His gaze widened at the sight of the buck Vegeta dropped at his feet.
“Consider this my true answer to the question of courtship.” He lifted a hand to his chest, “I, Prince Vegeta, son of King Vegeta and the Queen hereby declare my intentions to court Kakarot, son of Bardock, third class, and Gine, third class.” It was tradition to list off their classes, he just hoped Kakarot didn’t take offense.
Kakarot blinked. “Ah. Oookaaay.” He looked from the fresh kill to Vegeta and scratched the back of his head. “What do I do with it? And why’re you so muddy?”
“You eat it, Kakarot!” He rolled his eyes. “And I was hunting, mud helps.”
“Eh? But there’s so much for just us.”
“I know, but whatever doesn’t get eaten can go in the freezer. Or you can give some to your brats, or whoever you want.” Just so long as he accepted it and ate some of it. Alpha’s hunted. Beta’s cooked. At least when courting. It was all instinct, but after that he believed they were supposed to share all duties. Although being a Prince others were supposed to do all of that for him and his consort. But not while courting.
“Right! Well, we better get skinning and cutting into portions.”
“I’m surprised you couldn’t eat all of this on your own.” Which meant he’d provided well for the beta. More-so if he had also helped to provide for his pack. Which consisted of Gohan, Goten, Videl, and Pan. He wasn’t sure of Chichi counted as a part of it anymore though. But this was him trying to make sure that the beta’s interest in him didn’t wane and that Kakarot would become a part of his own pack.
“The knives are in the kitchen. We’d best skin and cut the prey up outside. It’ll mean less mess inside and it can’t fit through the door as is.”
Kakarot looked over the buck and nodded. “Yeah. I’ll be back with the knives and a tablecloth!” He ran inside and moments later returned with the aforementioned items.
“I’ll be back to help once I’ve washed off,” Vegeta grumbled and went to shower in order to remove the drying mud from his person and redressing before returning to help Kakarot.
A few hours later they’d had some of the buck for breakfast along with dandelion greens, pecans, and sliced apples. The rest Vegeta and Kakarot had cut up, salted, and added to ice boxes.
They’d forgone the freezer when Kakarot declared, “Let’s invite our families for dinner!”
Vegeta was just glad he wasn’t going to call everyone of his friends. He wasn’t sure they’d have had enough then, because the younger Saiyan just had so many friends. And somehow the man, almost always made his enemies into friends. Though there were those few that remained foes.
What worried him, was Kakarot’s penchant for attracting attention. Mostly of those seeking to prove themselves the most powerful beings. Although Vegeta himself wasn’t far behind, at times was equal, and even at times exceeded Kakarot’s power level. Something that was always influx between them. Even though Kakarot kept outdoing him again and again. But he was determined to never fall behind. And now he had even more of a reason to, because as an Alpha he felt he needed to be stronger so he could protect the beta.
He shook his head at the notion. Kakarot was rather strong. As he himself was. There were few out there that could match either one unless you got into the territory of the gods. But there were times when the younger Saiyan utilized something that typically only the gods themselves did. Ultra Instinct . And although he himself had continued to grow strong and evolve, he hoped to someday gain and utilize that for his own.
He watched as Bulma, Trunks, Bulla, Panchy, Dr. Briefs, Tights, Gohan, Videl, Pan, and Goten appeared. Chichi was nowhere in sight. Although Piccolo was there.
Turning his head he noticed Kakarot’s grin. “You did not invite the harpy?”
Kakarot scratched his cheek. “Heh. Don’t call Chichi that. I invited her, but she was having a date night…”
Vegeta shook his head. It hadn’t even been that long since those divorce papers were brought up. Then again it was the woman's own fault for going behind her husband's back. She should have just asked for the papers before getting involved with someone else. Shrugging he looked back at the gathered members of his and Kakarot’s extended Earth family.
“It’s too bad they don’t all want to go to Vegetasei,” Kakarot sighed.
“With their power levels it might be a bad idea. Even for a visit.” Most Saiyans had a much higher level than the humans. Although Kakarot himself had been born with a level similar to the average found on the blue planet. Few of the humans were able to rise above their average. As far as he was aware, Krillian was the strongest human man on the planet. Although perhaps that was the old perverted man who had taught him and Kakarot.
“Maybe. But I’ll miss them, won’t you, Vegeta?” He stared down at him with wide eyes.
“Tch.” He turned his head away. He didn’t want to admit that he might miss anyone. Especially if his children didn’t want to stay on Vegetasei. After all they had grown up on Earth and their mother intended to remain on the planet. “It’s not like we can put Vegetasei in this solar system without terrible consequences. So don’t even think about wishing for that too!” He growled, his tail flicking behind him in agitation.
“The dragon balls won’t be active for another year Vegeta. And there’s gotta be some way for us to visit between the planets quicker and easier than space travel.”
“There is your IT technique.”
“But I can’t teach that, and even if I could, not everyone would be able to use it.”
“I’m sure Bulma will think of something. Eventually .”
Bulma, with Bulla at her side walked up to them. “I’m surprised you’re throwing a picnic Vegeta.”
He frowned. “It was Kakarot’s idea.”
“Yeah, but Vegeta hunted a big buck! I wish I’d gotten to see it.”
“Really?” She blinked and quirked a brow, turning her attention back to Vegeta. “I would have enjoyed watching that too.”
Vegeta turned his head and stared out at the distance, though he wasn’t staring at anything in particular.
Gohan walked up to his father. “Tousan, are you sure about cooking?”
Kakarot closed his eyes, grinned, and rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah. It’s not like I’m bad at it, Gohan.”
Gohan’s brows furrowed for a moment. He shifted his gaze to Vegeta. “My Tousan isn’t bothering you, is he?”
Vegeta quirked a brow. “What makes you think that?”
“We-ell, I know you’re… friendly rivals , but it’s kind of hard to imagine you two living together.”
“We’ve managed it before in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.”
“Yeah, but that was for training. You’re not training now. Are you?” Gohan tilted his head as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
Vegeta didn’t know how to answer that. Did he need to spell it out what his intentions were to others besides Kakarot? He looked to the beta male. “Kakarot.”
Kakarot looked away from Bulma and Bulla. “Yeah, Vegeta?”
“Perhaps you’d care to share your discovery and that we’re no longer just going to explore space.” It was much more than that. But perhaps they could start trade with other planets who weren't too upset with Saiyans. Vegetasei would, he thought, be in need of resources. The planet wasn’t as fertile as Earth after all and their species had a great appetite, especially those like Kakarot.
“Oh!” Kakarot banged a fist over his palm. “Dinner will be done soon, but I have something to tell everyone.”
Vegeta nodded. “Some very important information,” he emphasized the last two words. His gaze flickered to the Demi-Saiyans as it would affect them greatly more-so than the humans, although he was sure they too would be affected. Vegetasei would need its Prince, and currently, Prince Vegeta was courting a beta male and if it went beyond that, he couldn’t just let Kakarot stay on Earth. Nor did he believe Kakarot would allow the planet to be left defenseless when no one was near his power level that wasn’t his own offspring or Vegeta’s.
Everyone sat down and stared at Kakarot while Vegeta stood off to the younger Saiyan’s side, his eyes closed and his arms crossed.
“I summoned Shenron and made wishes.”
Bulma grinned. “Did you wish for what you told me?”
“Kinda!” Kakarot grinned at Bulma.
Vegeta opened his eyes, “You told her?”
“Well, it’s her dragon radar, right?”
“True,” he grunted and closed his eyes again. Although he was listening. To everything and everyone around them. Though he extended his senses beyond his house.
“So, Tousan, what did you wish for?” Gohan asked with a nervous laugh.
Goten and Trunks, holding hands, stared at them with big wide eyes.
Panchy had walked over to the outdoor fire with meat from the buck being roasted over it to make sure it wasn’t getting singed. Dr. Briefs and Tights sat at one of the picnic tables while Videl and Pan sat on the ground atop a picnic cloth.
“Well I wished that any Saiyan who never had a tail, or who lost theirs, could get it back if they wanted it.”
Gohan blinked. “Really? Tousan, you know that’s dangerous.”
“Only if you look at the full moon! And you don’t have your tail, but you can if you want to. Trunks, Goten, and Bulla too! And Pan!”
Pan glanced up at her name being mentioned from watching her mother set out a chess board.
The adults that knew what it meant for a Saiyan to have a tail shook their heads and rolled their eyes.
Piccolo frowned. “Does this mean we’ll need to constantly be cutting tails off?”
Vegeta growled, his tail lashing behind him. “Don’t even think about it.”
Kakarot himself had grabbed his own puffed out tail and pet the fur. “Don’t worry tail, you’re safe.”
Gohan cleared his throat. “And… what else did you wish for, Tousan? I hope nothing as dangerous as your tail.”
Vegeta grumbled. “It’s only dangerous for those who go Oozaru who haven’t mentally trained to control themselves while in that state.”
Everyone, but Kakarot, shot a glare at him. He shrugged.
“Well, for one of my other wishes, I wished that the planet Vegetasei be restored. So Vegeta and I won’t just be exploring space.”
Gohan stood up and frowned at his father and Vegeta. “And what do you two plan to do with Vegetasei? You’re coming back, right?”
“Well, to visit, yeah.”
Goten’s frowned. “Just a visit? Don’t you want to be with your family Tousan?”
“Of course, Goten, but I’ll have family on Vegetasei too and… it’s where I was born. I’d… like to live there, if only for awhile.”
Vegeta hoped it would be more than for awhile if he had his way. Not that he’d prevent visits. But unless they found a way to travel faster, or somehow teleport from one planet to the other, it wouldn’t be practical to do so often.
Pan piped up, “What do you mean, there will be family on Vegetasei, Jiji?” She asked her grandfather.
Kakarot blinked and Vegeta knew the younger Saiyan had a huge soft spot for his granddaughter. She might be the one to tip the scales in favor of him returning to Earth and staying there rather than just visiting.
“Ah, well, I wished that once I set foot on the planet that some of the Saiyans would be brought back to life. But only the ones that won’t care or try to hurt those that aren’t pureblooded Saiyans just because they’re only half or quarter Saiyan. Something like that. Unless I think of someone that I want alive anyway…”
Vegeta didn’t think Kakarot wanted any Saiyan around whom would target his family, nor did Vegeta like the idea of anyone going after his descendents either. Except he’d have liked to see his father. He couldn’t recall what his mother had thought of those that were born not of two Saiyan parents. Yet Kakarot was willing to bring King Vegeta back for Prince Vegeta himself. But if his sire tried to harm anyone in their family, he wasn’t going to just sit back and let him do whatever. Not when he’d lived without the other man for so long.
Gohan frowned, “Tousan, how can you be so irresponsible!?” He shook his head, fingers to his forehead.
Kakarot chuckled. “Eh, Gohan…”
Vegeta opened his eyes and glowered at Gohan. “Kakarot is not being irresponsible. In fact for how he made the wishes he was much more responsible and mature than he typically is. Especially for his age.” Not to mention his Saiyan genes. The man was far too soft for being a Saiyan. Not that Vegeta himself hadn’t grown somewhat soft whilst on Earth. He had a soft spot for his offspring after all. And for Bulma too as the mother of his children. But he also felt that way toward Kakarot, and the beta’s sons, perhaps more-so his youngest, but even so!
“But Saiyans of our Universe are terrible! Most are evil aren’t they!?” Gohan pointed out.
Vegeta quirked a brow. “Do not forget that I am their Prince. Saiyans follow their King. It was my father’s own decisions that led us into mess upon mess,” which made him wonder why he even wanted his father to be brought back to life. “And I doubt that any of them have gained the power that either Kakarot or I have. Things will change and aside from that… Kakarot’s mother was considered soft. Raditz told me about her, so… it’s possible that even if Kakarot had not been sent here, he may have still turned out like he did. At least if his mother had been allowed to raise him.”
Kakarot looked at Vegeta, his pupils dilated. “Really!?”
Vegeta crossed his arms, “Tch. I could be wrong, but you’ll just have to wait and see. But remember, it was either work with Frieza or die and then even then you could still die under his leadership. When there’s war and no other choice, what’s one to do? Especially when your own King thinks it’s such a great idea, because Saiyan’s do love conquest.”
“I just like a good spar, or a fight, but not to the death!” Kakarot’s tail flickered behind him before falling limp at the mention of death. “It’s not nice to conquer other people and their planets. Unless they’re bad guys.”
“I suppose our people could learn a bit from the Saiyan’s of Universe 6.” But whether or not their people would listen was debatable. Even he longed for battle and it was so rare to get it on the usually peaceful planet.
Gohan shook his head. “You… you both… what will happen if they don’t listen to either of you?”
Vegeta frowned. “They’ll listen.”
Kakarot nodded. “And whomever doesn’t, well, Vegeta and I will just have to catch any of the rulebreakers and put them in Saiyan Prison.” He looked toward him, “Did Vegetasei have prisons?”
“Yes, Kakarot. Although most were put to death and so the prisons were rarely utilized.”
“Oh…”
Bulma pat Gohan on the shoulder. “I know you’re upset. I think all of us are, if only a little bit. BUt these two are full blooded Saiyans. Of course they’d feel drawn to their birth planet, especially if they’re family members can be brought back.”
“Tousan is always, always leaving.” Gohan sighed.
Goten nodded. “But we can go with him, if we want to, Gohan. It’s not like we’re kids anymore, and well, after what mom did, can you blame him?”
Gohan lowered his head. “I guess not.”
Vegeta did not know what to do to make them feel less like they were being abandoned. A lot of the time, at least during his own sire’s reign and Frieza’s machinations, Saiyans did not typically raise their offspring themselves. Not unless they were the ones in charge of a creche and had their own young there. A lot of times, at least with low level babies they were sent off planet to infiltrate and conquer. That left little time for bonding with family members.
“Kakarot and I are not abandoning you. We’ll visit. Just think of it as living in two different locations, like people do here on this planet.”
Bulla had been silently listening to them. And apparently holding back tears until that moment. “But you’ll be so far away Papa!” She ran and jumped onto Vegeta.
Vegeta quickly wrapped his arms around his daughter. “Bulla. We’ll figure out a way for those on Earth and Vegetasei to visit easily. Maybe you and your mother can think of some way? And if you can’t, we’ll just wish on the dragon balls for a way after their cool down is done.”
“You promise!?” She sniffled and tilted her head so she could stare into his eyes.
He had never been so weak with Trunks, but Bulla, perhaps because she was his daughter and not a son, was different. “P-promise!”
Kakarot placed a hand on Vegeta’s shoulder once Bulla let go of him and backed away. “You can’t break a promise, Vegeta.”
“I know!” He glowered at him. The other Saiyan was always on about promises. If he hadn’t been so into keeping promises the younger Saiyan may never have married his now ex-wife. But then he wouldn’t have had his sons and like himself he doubted that was something that could ever be a regret.
Kakarot turned from everyone and went to where Panchy stood next to the meat. He gave it a whiff, picked up a knife and cut into the prey Vegeta had hunted earlier that morning. “It’s done!” He began cutting it up while Vegeta went inside to grab the bowls of fresh vegetables and fruit.
When he returned to place the bowls on the picnic tables he glanced around for Trunks. Who he caught sitting underneath a tree with Goten at his side.
He watched them with furrowed brow as they turned toward each other, both on their knees. Saw them lift their hands and close their eyes.
Moments later, their tails appeared behind them with pained grunts and gritted teeth.
Goten was the first to open his eyes and stared around to look at Trunk’s tail. “Trunks, it worked!”
Trunk’s opened one eye and then the other as he stared at Goten’s tail.
Vegeta wondered if it would have been better had Trunks never gotten a tail, not even from a wish. Not when it was the same color as his hair! That just meant he’d be the oddest colored Oozaru. That was if his tail would allow him to transform. After all, out of the Demi-Saiyans there, only Gohan had been born with one. The rest had not.
Trunks grinned. “Yeah! Now, wherever and whenever we run into a full moon, we better not look. But wow, your tail makes you even more gorgeous, Goten.”
Goten blinked, his face flushed. “Trunks!” He shoved a hand into his chest. “You’re the gorgeous one!”
It was at that moment as Kakarot finished cutting up the roast so people could just tear into pieces on the picnic table, that he yelled, “Oh! I forgot something!”
Everyone turned to him.
Vegeta quirked a brow. “And what might that be, Kakarot?”
“Eh, heh heh. Well. I’m a beta male.”
Bulma’s eyes widened. “You are!?”
“You know what it means, Bulma?”
“Yes, Goku. Vegeta talked about it when we met… before we had Trunks.”
“Oh…”
Everyone else stared at Kakarot, Bulma, and himself.
Kakarot rubbed the back of his head while giving them the famous Son grin. “We-ell, both my sons are too! Which means Trunks must be an Alpha like his dad. I… don’t know how it is with the girls…”
Gohan and Goten blinked and stared at their father.
Gohan frowned. “What does it mean, Tousan?”
“Well, you’ve already got a mate. Videl. So you don’t have to worry. But since Trunks and Goten are dating…”
Bulma’s eyes widened as she glanced at her son. “Trunks, you make sure to wear a glove.”
Pan glanced at her mother. “What is Bulma talking about?”
Videl giggled. “Uh… I’ll tell you later?”
Gohan paled at the very idea of his little girl learning about any of that, even if she wasn’t so little anymore.
Vegeta explained, “Beta males were rare on Vegetasei, but when female Saiyan numbers were low their number tended to go up. Depending on the time in history, there weren’t always females of our race.”
Everyone stared, or blinked.
Trunks asked, “What do you mean, Papa?”
Gohan frowned. “If there were no females, how could you reproduce?”
“That’s where the male beta’s come in. While a beta can produce offspring with a female, they can also get pregnant by an Alpha, and sometimes a beta male. But beta’s tend to prefer Alpha’s.”
Gohan paled. “What!?”
Goten blinked and then turned his gaze to Trunks who stared at him. Both of their cheeks reddened.
Bulma placed her hands on her hips. “Don’t you even think about it Trunks! You’re both too young and Goten hasn’t yet graduated high school!”
“It’s just a few more months, Okkasan!”
“You can wait, like, another five years! At least! Ten years would be better!”
Then when Bulma grew quiet and turned to stare at Kakarot and Vegeta, Vegeta blinked.
Everyone else was silent.
Gohan staggered over to his wife and daughter and sank down beside them.
Videl placed Gohan’s plate down beside him and her own and Pan’s on the picnic blanket.
Kakarot glanced at Vegeta, “Should we… tell them?” He whispered.
Vegeta nodded. “Go ahead.”
He frowned. “Why am I the one telling them everything?”
“You’re not, but all of this was your idea.” For the most part anyway and he wasn’t about to let him get out of it.
Kakarot shook his head then turned back to look over everyone with a nervous grin. He lifted his hand up scratch at his cheek. “Eh, well… Vegeta and I are courting each other the Saiyan way so… that’s new too.” He moved closer to Vegeta. His tail moved to twine around Vegeta’s and the older Saiyan didn’t try to pull away, even if he did glance away from him.
Gohan jumped up, mouth agape. “What!?”
Bulma snickered.
Goten and Trunks glanced from each other to their fathers then back.
“Did you know,” Goten mouthed to Trunks.
Trunks shook his head, eyes wide. “Wow,” he mouthed back.
Bulla glared at Kakarot, “You better make my Papa happy!”
Kakarot blinked. “I’ll try! But, Vegeta doesn’t smile much.”
Videl just giggled. Even the corners of Bulma’s mouth twitched.
Pan stood up and walked over to Vegeta. “And you had better not make Jiji cry.”
Vegeta blinked. It was quite rare for Kakarot to cry. Unless one of his friends or member of his family was tortured, or killed. Otherwise he couldn’t remember the other Saiyan crying.
“I do not intend to make Kakarot cry,” unless it was with pleasure. He had to hold back the smirk.
Vegeta followed Kakarot and only once he’d sat down, did he follow suit, sitting right next to him.
Kakarot clapped his hands together. “Let’s eat before it gets cold!” He proceeded to pick up his chopsticks and dug in.
Gohan just before taking a bite whispered, “What am I gonna tell Okkasan?” He shook his head.
Videl brushed her hands through his hair. “It’ll be alright, Gohan, you’ll see.” She leaned in to kiss his cheek.
Gohan lifted his own hand to run through his hair.
Vegeta wondered, as he eyed Gohan, what any offspring he might produce with Kakarot, if they ever got to that stage, might be like. Then he dug into his own plate.
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End of the Road	By : Batjokes Category: Missing Data > Missing Data Views: 179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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End of the Road