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Turning Back Time	By : saiyanb Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3496 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Turning Back Time

Chapter 1: Wishful Thinking

He never considered me a threat, not even when he was a young boy many years my junior. He was always stronger, always the one that came out on top. I think- no I ‘know’- he knows I want what he has. The looks he gives me sometimes as I gaze with longing upon what he holds dear, considering, weighing, dismissing almost so fast I think it’s my imagination, but after so many years I know it’s not. I know he doesn’t consider me a challenge and as I am now… he’s right.

            My hair is all white, I use to dye it, try and hold back the clock, but it was a futile attempt. Lifting my hand I look at my once strong fingers, now wrinkled and spotted with age. Once I could lift mountains with these hands, once I could gather such energy to make the average man quake in fear, once I was a strong handsome man that turned the heads of many young ladies, much to my off and on again ex lover's dismay. Bulma my first love, I used to wonder if she was the one. We were close, we shared so many adventures and things together. She got me over my shyness factor, cleaned me up, introduced me to ‘him’ and later the one I knew would have made me complete if only… only I wasn’t so pathetic.

I’m a weak old man now, while he a young saiyan still in his prime. I’m not worth a second glance, not to ‘him’, not to the one I secretly love from afar.

“Uncle Yamacha!”

The young bundle of energy that crashes into my side knocks the breath out of me. I’m not as young as I use to be, but then the child pressed to me is a full blooded saiyan with great potential.

“Careful Vegetto,” I chide fondly lifting the boy to sit on my lap. “You don’t know your own strength.” The boy laughed all smile like his sire, and despite that, I’m very fond of him. I’m unable to resist the temptation of running my fingers through the boy’s wild locks. He looks so much like his bearer, but young and happy, something I don’t think I’ve ever truly seen. The fringe of wild bangs hanging down cutely in his eyes helps, and of course the carefree smile. I know I’ve never seen such an expression on my beloved’s face before, but I can imagine it. I can imagine in the quiet moments after passion, flushed and breathless he might look that way.

“Vegetto,” scolds his father walking up to us. “You shouldn’t be so rough with your uncle; you know he’s only human.”

Human: I suppress a frown at the word. If ‘he’ were a cruel person I might think it a hidden insult, but this is Goku we’re talking about.

My eyes travel up his well defined body. He’s as toned and fit as ever, I don’t think he’s ever been anything else, despite his monstrous appetite. His skin is healthy and looks surprisingly soft for one in their early nineties. No signs of accursed wrinkles, not even the ones from smiling too much.... which he does.   The sun shines off his ebony locks, blacker than night; my own hair seems dull and limp in comparison. My life's flame will blow out soon while his still shines, not even half way gone. Who knew saiyans lived so long. Not me, surly not Goku’s ex-wife Chichi, nor poor Bulma. She would have been running endless tests on them if she’d know they had such longevity. She would have wanted to stay longer with the man she loved.

Bulma poor beautiful, Bulma. She died too young, perhaps she would have wanted it that way, but I think not. It was the smoking… there was a tumor in her lung that they couldn’t take out. We all watched her slowly slip away. It had been hard on me, hard on us all, hard on Vegeta.

The thought of his name has me glancing around the tall giant of a man to see if the more slight of build saiyan was near. Not yet, he was more tired these days and starting to show. The first time hadn’t been easy on him, he could only imagine this time with tw-

“You look tired Yamacha,” said Goku interrupting my thoughts. He smiles kindly, as a superior male to an inferior one he humors; perhaps it’s all in my head, but those smiles never look real to me, not unless they’re directed at his mate or children.

“A little,” I admit, not meeting his eyes, my beating heart speeds up wondering does he suspect?

“You’ve been gone a lot lately,” he said moving to sit next to me. His hands pluck the child off my lap and I secretly mourn the loss. Such a good boy, smart and strong. What I wouldn’t do for a child of my own like that, but I never married and none of my tryst with any of my many EXs ever bore fruit. I’m sure I’d make a great father.

“I’ve been traveling…” I state cautiously. We were all fooled by the act; he’s not nearly as dumb as he makes himself out to be. No, there’s a great mind behind that innocent smile.

“Where?” he asks casually not looking at me, his attention seems to be all on his son.

“Oh… around,” I said looking away from the happy image they produce. “You know sightseeing, don’t have much time left. Got to get out and see things before it’s too late.” I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, he’s looking at me with a considering look. For all I know he might know what I’m up to. No, if he did… if he did I’d be dead now. Maybe it just seems like he knows what I’m doing with his speculative glances, but he can only guess at the end results. He can’t read my thoughts. That’s some kind of saiyan thing, Krillin used to say he could hear him some times when Goku projected at him, but then they were close when he was alive. Me and Goku we live together at Capsule Corps, but we’re not close.

Does that surprise you, my living with the enemy? I lost my place when the economy took a dive; condo I was playing off was worth less then my loan. Good old Bulma bailed me out. She could have just forked over the cash, but she moved me back into my old room at CC instead, stating I was living in my own filth anyway. I thought maybe she was trying to make me part of her life again, but it was all too apparent that her and Vegeta were perfectly content together. They screamed and fought like cats and dogs. Their verbal battles were on par with anything he and Goku might have enacted, but it was all too apparent that it was some kind of game; a battle of wills. They challenged one another; it wasn’t till at least a year later and several accidental walk ins that I learn the winner of the verbal fight got his or her way in the bedroom.

Oh Kami, sometimes Bulma had a dirty, dirty mind! Things I wouldn’t have thought a ‘lady’ would do to a man, nor things I’d have ever thought Vegeta would let anyone do to his person. I should have guessed then, should have remembered he was an alien, but it just never clicked. Didn’t click till the day I barged in on him getting his royal behind plowed by my once good friend. His features didn’t show any of the rage or shame I would have associated with him being forcefully pinned and fucked by his long time rival. No, more like glazed over intense pleasure.

It was a saiyan thing. Bulma had only recently passed away, and Vegeta was still mourning in his own quiet isolating way. It was painful to look at him sometimes; he would just stare off into the distance with a look on his face that made my own eyes well up with tears. He didn’t cry, not where I could see anyway, but he seemed to emit this gloomy depressing air about him that didn’t need actions nor words to express. He wasn’t eating or sleeping, he was wasting away before his children and me and we couldn’t do anything about it.

That was when Goku acted. I don’t know if it was some kind of saiyan instinct, I don’t know if he’d secretly loved him from afar for years. All I know is I felt their powers sky rocket one day and, thinking they’d finally decided to kill one another, rushed off to intervene only to find sweet innocent Goku looking for all the world like he was forcing himself on Vegeta of all people; and Vegeta oddly enough enjoying it.

I think that’s when it started for me… I think seeing him like that flipped some kind of switch in me and I’ve not been able to turn it off since. Women seemed so needy and dispassionate. Anytime I convinced myself to lay with one it was his face, his body I pictured in my mind when I came. Of course, I didn’t have the balls to act on my feelings and there was Goku to contend with, as well as self denial; I fought with that for many years.

Apparently saiyans are naturally a very low level of telepath. They can only project thoughts and feeling to those they’ve bonded with and the number of bonds they hold determined their life span; for a saiyan with many bonds has more reason to live than one without. Vegeta had very few mental links: Trunks, Bra, Bulma, Goku… I wouldn’t have thought ‘he’ was on that list, but he was. A byproduct of their fusion or perhaps simply because they were the last of their species I’m not sure, but Goku was one of the few bonds Vegeta held. When his strongest bond, his mate Bulma, disappeared the saiyan no ouji simply didn’t have enough reason to continue living. His offspring were grown and independent. He wasn’t needed; so Goku intervened.

I wouldn’t say it was a pity fuck, far from it. I wasn’t the only one that sensed their powers flaring when it happened. Piccolo arrived shortly after me and boy I’ve never seen a namek turn such an interesting shade before. Next was Gohan and Videl. I’m sure she didn’t mind as much as her husband did; the woman’s eyes had clouded over while her face flushed. I suppose you can’t blame her, seeing two perfect examples of male perfection going at it like rabbits can have that effect and I always suspected she had a bit of a freaky side. Gohan wasn’t so admiring of their performance far from it. However, when he tried to pull Goku off Vegeta his father didn’t take it too kindly.

I suppose he was lucky, dominant male saiyans tend to be aggressive towards other dominant males; even their own offspring when threatened. He suffered a concussion, fractured collar bone, broken arm, and some cracked ribs. Nothing a senzu bean couldn't fix courtesy of a very confused and shocked Krillin who showed up a few moments later.

When ‘he’ finished Vegeta was well… unconscious, but only suffering from minor damage: monkey bites, scratches, bumps and bruises. Goku was left naked, reeking of sex, with the dumbest grin, to top all prior dumb grins, on his face before his friends and family. Of course, it didn’t go well for him. The accusations were quick to follow. ‘Why’ and ‘how could you’ and ‘what about Chichi’.

But, Goku didn’t care about poor Chichi, not like a husband does his wife. He cheerfully told his oldest son his mother and he hadn’t been getting along for some time now and that their sex life was non-existent. Not something the young man had wanted to hear after seeing his father bang another guy. It was a mess after that.

Gohan left in a huff, Videl and Piccolo followed him in concern. Krillin made some lame excuse about needing to buy milk and hurried home, obviously very uncomfortable with what he’d seen. And me? Well I just kind of stared dumbly at the naked pair, not sure what to make of it. Part of me wanted to say what about Bulma? How could Goku dishonor her memory like that?! She’d only been gone a few months for crying out loud! Another part was concerned for Vegeta, how was he going to feel about this when he woke up? And a part of me I didn’t understand wanted to pummel Goku, wipe that stupid grin off that stupid face. At the time I thought it had to do with Goku’s blatant abandonment of his family once again, but later I’d come to understand that abandonment wasn't the issue. No, I wanted to hurt Goku for taking something precious to me.

A hand passed before my face and I gave a start, hand going up to my chest. Damn, heart, never used to get so worked up over so little. I coughed, eyes watering as my body protested the harsh movements; I’m going to be sore after this.

“Woah, easy there,” said Goku patting me on the back. “Didn’t mean to startle you, but you were kind of zoning out.”

“Uncle Yamacha,” said Vegetto with such big eyes. I’m sure he can smell it on me, the scent of death.

Calming my fit I pat him on the head and smile to reassure him. It does the job, whatever his instincts are telling him they come and go as quickly as the wind. I suppose he gets that from his sire.

Taking his hand I get up. “Why don’t we all go inside and I’ll fix you a peanut butter, pickles, and banana sandwich?” The boy’s addicted to them, when Vegeta was carrying him that was what he mainly craved. Well that and Cottage cheese with tomatoes. It doesn’t matter what species you are pregnant people eat weird food combinations.

“Really? Yay!” cheers the boy jumping off his father’s lap to pull me toward the kitchen.

I glance back at Goku who once again has that look on his face: considering. It leaves as soon as he realized I’m looking at him. That’s right, I’m no threat, you dumb monkey.

Entering the kitchen I scoop Vegetto up and place him on the counter while I go to the fridge and gather my ingredients. I can see the boy bouncing on the counter top from the corner of my eye and it makes me smile.

My mind drifts back to my previous thoughts and my smiles disappears.

Of course, Chichi wasn’t happy when she heard her husband had screwed Vegeta in front of their son and friends, even if she did think said friends were a bunch of warrior bums. She was pissed, but it was still obvious that she wanted to try and make things work between her and Goku. She didn’t want to break up their family. At first, it seemed like she was going to be successful. Vegeta and Goku had this awkward phase were they didn’t meet each other’s eyes and for the most part were not speaking. Goku kept appearing at CC, but they didn’t talk or interact. Goku just kind of followed Vegeta with his eyes and Vegeta just looked everywhere but in Goku’s direction. Goku and Chichi fought pretty hard over his need to visit, but that didn’t keep him away.

It was during that time that Vegeta and I started to really get to know each other. It probably had something to do with Vegeta’s hormones being out of whack, but I like to think I was just better company then that stalker Goku.

He told me everything I know about saiyans. He told me about his relationship with Bulma, about his life as a mercenary, and his hatred for Freeza. When it came to the lizard he was pretty vague, I know he was hiding things. Things I can guess at and hope to all the gods aren’t true; but, when have the gods even given a damn about what I care for?

Goku didn’t really mind our hanging out, at least not at first. I think he kept quiet because Vegeta talked when I was around, not to him, but out loud and about personal stuff we’d all always wondered about our saiyan no ouji. It made me feel special that he’d tell things about himself to me and back then when I thought I was still straight as an arrow I’d begun thinking of us as good friends, maybe even best friends.

During all this time, Goku’s life was a mess: Gohan was not speaking to him and Chichi was always angry, always trying to change him. She was winning, Vegeta wasn’t talking to him and everyone was pushing him to go back and make up with his wife. He probably would have done it, played the part of Chichi’s dutiful husband and pushed all thoughts of Vegeta aside, except he learned that Vegeta was pregnant with their child.

Now that was a shocker. It took me a long time to wrap my brain around the concept that Vegeta was the equivalent of a ‘female’ saiyan. Though do not call him that or he’ll beat the snot out of you. That was one of the more riveting conversations we’d had. Male saiyans let’s call ‘Bucks’, I can’t pronounce the actual saiyan words, too growly. Child bearing saiyans, like Vegeta, we’ll call ‘Does’. To us humans they look alike, the only really noticeable difference is Bucks tend to be bigger and more powerful. I see why Vegeta had to nearly kill himself, literally, for his strength. He’s surpassed the expectations of his race for the ‘fairer sex’ many times over. The real difference lay internally, Vegeta’s got all the plumbing he needs to do the job with an all purpose hole like a chicken. I’m sure you’re all thinking what about Trunks? Apparently Does can impregnate other Does, but Bucks can only impregnate Does. Vegeta says they were slowly evolving to all be ‘Does’, but Freeza put an end to whatever nature had in mind.

When I’d found out Goku was doing his staring thing, while Vegeta was fixing one of those Peanut butter, pickle, and banana sandwiches I was telling you about. I was sitting back watching them, when the big guy got up off his chair and invaded Vegeta’s space. At first I feared a repeat of them screwing like rabbits, but Goku just trapped Vegeta against the counter and finally after two months of non eye contact he forced Vegeta to meet his gaze. Which was followed by the bigger saiyan’s hand on Vegeta’s flat stomach.

I’m not sure how he knew. They didn’t say anything, Goku just nodded, turned, and left. He might have sensed its ki or maybe detected a change in Vegeta’s scent, but Vegeta defiantly wasn’t showing then. It was a survival trait, bearers didn’t show they were with pup till their last month then they ballooned up. Before that Vegeta still had his sleek sexy midriff up to six months along; saiyans only carry for seven months as opposed to a human’s nine.

The shit really hit the fan then. Goku dumped Chichi, even got papers to make it a legal divorce. Poor thing, he had no job so she couldn’t force him to pay alimony. She took the house, but one might say Goku upgraded by moving to Capsule Corps.

Goten and Trunks seemed to take things in stride, more weirded out by the thought of men having babies then about their fathers being gay; if you can call it that, from a saiyan perspective you might say it was more natural. Trunks who ended up doing all his father’s medical tests was fascinated by the whole process, even to the point that he tested himself and Goten to see if either of them had inherited that particular ability. Trunks hadn’t, but to everyone’s surprise Goten had. Nothing's come of that yet, but I’m sure one of these days Goten and Trunks are going to wise up and realize they’ll never find another they feel more connected to then each other and with the ability to have offspring together there’s really nothing to hold them back. Officially Trunks is still a ladies man. Goten too, but I’m pretty sure he’s had a couple of boyfriends he’s keep on the hush-hush, nothing long lasting. I just hope he’s using protection.

The girls, loved it. Bra was so excited about the prospect of being an older sister. She went out of her way to make her father comfortable. She did all the baby stuff: painted the nursery, put the crib together, shopping; which was good because Vegeta would have died if anyone caught him looking at baby booties, bibs, and the like.

Pan was excited too, but her excitement was tempered by her father, who was downright hostile the whole way through Vegeta’s pregnancy. Still the little brunette would sneak over to CC and visit, her big eyes trained on Vegeta’s stomach, senses stretched out to feel ki. She got married to Uub shortly after Vegeta gave birth and is currently pregnant herself with their fourth child. It’s pretty funny seeing her and Vegeta hang together. Saiyans are pack animals by nature and two pregnant 'does' just seem to migrate toward each other. Bra’s been entertaining the idea herself, but she’s still trying to convince her long time boyfriend 17 to marry her first. He was far from uninterested, I think he just hasn’t worked up the balls to ask Vegeta for her hand and with the short saiyan being knocked up and moody she’d probably have to wait till after Vegeta’s delivered.

Krillin came around, he and Goku had been friends ever since they were small boys together. Even something like Goku mating to Vegeta, which made the little guy nervous to the day he died, wasn’t enough to change their friendship. 18 found the whole situation amusing and took dangerous risks teasing Vegeta about it. She still comes about from time to time; I think she’s lonely without Krillin. Her and Vegeta have a very strange friendship involving light teasing and heavy insult being directed at each other. I’ll never forget the week before Vegeta had Vegetto when 18 called him fat, his expression was priceless.

I haven’t seen Tien, Chaotsu, or Lunch in so long I’m not sure they even know about Goku and Vegeta or are even still alive. Roshi was his perverted self asking for dirty details about Goku and Vegeta’s sex lives. He’s still pretty active for such an old timer, that immortal phoenix did a pretty good job preserving him just as he was; he’ll probably out live us all.

Piccolo didn’t really care who Goku screwed, his only concerned was Gohan. He didn’t personally hold anything against them as a couple. Dende and Mr. Popo were indifferent and too busy with watching over the world to even comment.

It took Gohan years to forgive his father and they’re still not completely ok with each other. I’m sure all he hears from his mother when he visits is horrible things about his father; she’s become very bitter over it. But, Gohan loves his youngest brother, how can anyone not, and is pretty interested in Vegeta’s latest brood. He and Vegeta actually get along well, all his anger was directed at his father, not the saiyan no ouji. They talk every now and then about stuff like books and philosophy, politic, brainy things that make my eyes water. Videl’s in her late forties early fifties, I’m not sure. I think Gohan’s starting to realize he’s going to be alone when she dies if he doesn’t fix things with his family. He’s always been smart and I’m sure Videl and Pan have been pushing him to kiss and make up.

I finish making Vegetto his stack of sandwiches and the growing boy digs into them like he hasn’t eaten in days. I pat him on the head as I move over to sit in the chair across from him. He has my full attention; that is, till his other father enters the room. I forget to breath. He’s wearing a 2XL t-shirt that does nothing but accentuate the swell of his body. He’s pretty self conscious of his looks and more than a little uncomfortable about the attention a round belly brings, but at this point nothing he can do will hide his state. Six and a half months along with twins, he should be gigantic, but it’s nothing compared to the size a human woman would be at in the same time frame. Still I find him beautiful like this, caring and cautious of the little ones he’s with. Vegeta might have been an aloof clueless father to Trunks and Bra, but it’s defiantly different now that he’s the one carrying the child.

He looks even handsomer than when we were all training for the androids. His hair has turned redder since he had Vegetto, something about body chemistry changing with pregnancy, it happens to humans too I hear. He lost muscle mass when with Vegetto and never gained it all back, but then he hasn’t the same drive to kill himself training like he use to. The slender, stream lined form appeals to my senses more. He looks far less intimidating and sexy, like something out of a Calvin Klein ad, the kind of body people work themselves to death trying for and never achieve. But, it’s always been his eyes or perhaps it’s more accurate to say his gaze that’s caught me hook, line, and sinker. I could stare forever into those darker than pitch eyes, seeing the pride, passion, and other more secret emotions this little saiyan no ouji holds inside. I would if he’d let me, but as soon as our eyes meet we’re interrupted by his mate, Goku, entering through the sliding glass door leading out back. His eyes leave mine to lock with his mate’s, share all these feelings, all his love with the one that conquered him. Goku steps forward, till he’s staring down into his mate's eyes. Smiling like a fool he touched Vegeta’s middle.

I felt such bitterness as I looked away. If I had acted first, if I had been there for you after Bulma left us, would it be me you looked at with such passion? You were vulnerable, if Goku, your most hated rival, could steal your heart then what of I? If I had offered you comfort in my embrace, would you have laughed and called me a pathetic human or might you have taken it?

These questions have eaten at me, eaten and eaten and eaten away at my very core till I’m here now, today. I made up my mind and I’ve planed so very carefully. I’m only one step away from my goal, one step away from no turning back. But, I’m an old pathetic human, what have I got to lose?

With a soft groan I pull myself out of the chair, joints don’t work like they use to; everything hurts. “I’m going,” I tell the air more than anyone in particular.

“Will you be home for dinner?” asked Vegeta as I turn to head toward the sleeping quarters and my room. “Bra’s kind of made an event of tonight, everyone will be there. Maybe the tin can’s finally going to propose. You wouldn’t want to miss that I’m sure.”

I pause with my back to them all, wanting very much to postpone my plans just to make him happy, but if I do I think I won’t have the resolve to try again. Swallowing I shake my head in a negative and reaffirm by saying “no. I have something important I have to do.”

Vegeta huffs, “What could you possibly have to do that so important? Don’t tell me you’re sneaking off to go snuggle a sweet heart? Why Yamacha, at your age you old dog.”

Yamacha fought to keep from spilling the beans. He was so close, only one dragon ball left, the hardest one yet! “Yah… you might say that,” he did turn then and saw the look of shock on the ouji’s face ignoring Goku all together. “If I miss this opportunity it might never happen again.”

He held eye contact for a very short moment with the prince, hoping that ‘this’ Vegeta would one day learn what had happened to him and why he’d done it.

Vegeta seemed to realize something was off with his friend. He reached up a hand and tapped the side of his face with a finger in thought. “Well if it’s that important you better go. I can’t guarantee their will be any food left when you return, what with five saiyans and god knows however many other guests might be coming.”

Yamacha gave a small laugh. “Don’t worry I can take care of myself,” he said heading towards the sleeping quarters and his fate.

Tbc

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