Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bejiita - Unattached ❯ Pt. 11 Choice ( Chapter 11 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Rated: Strong R
Warnings: Yaoi, rather lemony, lil angsty, steamy, language. Enjoy ^^
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just using the characters for my own amusement. So don't sue!

| ...words.. | denotes thought.

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Life, living here, in this house in the woods, is so much more enjoyable, now that Bejiita is with me. Thought that should come as no surprise. But what did surprise me was the nagging feeling in the back of my mind. Days would go by, but the feeling persisted.

I passed that photo of my son on my dresser on the way to the kitchen. How much had that revelation, stability and completion really cost me...? The words rang in my head.

"Kakarotto, come on. Your food is getting cold!" Bejiita yells from the kitchen.

Hesitantly, I push the picture face down on the dresser and continue on my way.

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Part 11

I fly to the quarry where Pikkoro and I meet to train once a week. Always training, though I have no idea what for. Perhaps he's just bored.

'We always have to be ready' he says in his deep, but slightly nasal voice. It's survival of the fittest in battle I suppose. Then I realized how much that sounded like ... a certain someone I know. I had done my best not to think of him, or my father for weeks, and up until now I was fairly successful. Why was he on my mind no--

My train of thought is broken by the feeling of approaching ki. I've gotten much better at detecting ki traces now. But even if I didn't, I could sense him anywhere now. I'm pretty good at detecting energy, and proximity, but apparently not good enough. He's right behind me in a flash. I thought he was further away. I thought I had more time to collect myself before facing him again. But, all we ever have is time. What was I doing with mine?

As always, his presence is sudden, impossible to ignore, and a little unnerving.

"Gohan," he says calmly but loud enough to get my attention.

"Bejiita san?" I ask hesitantly as if I didn't know it was him. I turn around in mid air slowly, oddly anxious, as if expecting him to pounce. Why I don't know. I've seen him at his most vulnerable, yet he always manages to put me on edge.

But he puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. He says nothing for a few minutes, maybe searching for the right words.

"Thank you."

It was spoken so plainly, and so softly that had I not been so close to him, I might not have heard it. I might have missed all the meaning in those two little words. In my whole life I've never heard him express true gratitude for anything. But he thanked me. Thanked me for helping him through that whole ordeal, for being there and understating when no on else could.

I almost don't know what to say...But Instead of getting lost in his eyes like I want, I really look at him this time.

He's changed.

The fine lines that used to be around his mouth, between his brows, under his chin, are gone. His tanned skin glows like years had been added to his life. I feel the smallest pang of bitterness. My father did that.

I muster up a smile. But I'm sure he can see the hint of sadness in it.

"You're welcome, Bejiita..."

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The world seems so different now, with Bejiita here. Or maybe now I'm just becoming aware of the more subtle things around me. Everything in my life is changing.

I have Bejiita now, he is my new family now. Though it is impossible to replace my old one. It seems they don't want me around anymore.

Or perhaps just Chichi.

Just mentioning her name, even to myself, makes me upset. I've hurt her in a way that is unforgivable. But she has done the same to me. Forbidding me from see my own son, casting me out of the only place I called home for years. The more I think about it, the angrier it makes me. I don't even realize the physical indications of my inner turmoil until I feel a warm hand cover my balled fist. The horrible scowl distorting my face dissolves into a neutral expression the instant Bejiita comes into view.

"What's on your mind...?"

I just look at him as he runs his fingers though my hair. This always calms me. He has rather small hands, but what they lack in size they make up in skill. By the time his is done, the tension had just melted away. I sigh and lean into his hand. I still say nothing.

"Does it have to do with your family and friends?"

No answer.

"Does it have to do with this?" He asks holding up a picture of Goten and myself. The one I pushed down on the dresser before dinner last night.

| How does he always know? |

"You miss him." He says, stating not asking. I never told him what happened to me before we got together. What I did, what Chichi did, what I was never allowed to do again. He never asked, trusting that I would say something if I felt it necessary. He trusts me.

"I... did something terrible, and Chichi kicked me out, and told me never to come back..."

He is silent for a while.

"Is that why you suddenly decided to come after me?" He sounded sad, and almost angry.

"Because she kicked you out?"

It wasn't the reaction I was expecting, and it brought up an unnerving notion. If I hadn't screamed his name, if she hadn't forced me out... would we even be together today? Or would I still be with Chichi when my heart was somewhere else? Did I suddenly decide to actively pursue him because there was no other option? But if I didn't want him, didn't love him, I would not have pursued him at all, no matter what the reason.

"No! I love you! I've loved you for a long time. It... took me a while to realize. But then Chichi realized it too and threw me out. I was hurt. More than you know. But ...after a while I realized that this is my life and I have to deal with it. I have to move on. I had go and get what I really want out of life because it's not gonna be handed to me anymore. I wanted you, and I had a chance to get you. I chose to take that chance, no matter what the cost. Because in the end... I had nothing left to lose."

| Only when you lose everything, are you free to do anything |

"But you did. I didn't really give you a choice. I just blew the whole situation wide open at the restaurant. If Buruma didn't know before, she knew then and--"

"I had a choice. No one made me keep that from her. No one made me leave. There were no harsh words or screaming. I left of my own free will. Buruma is a bit more... understanding than Chichi..."

Pause.

"Does all this make me a bad person...Bejiita? Thinking about it now, I feel so selfish..."

"No," he said, exhaling slowly and audibly. "You saw what you wanted and you got it. Frankly, it's the most saiyajin I've seen you in my whole life."

"And you haven't lost everything. You still have your friends, you have Gohan, and no one should be able to stop you from seeing your son. Not ever."

"And you have me..."

| How does he always know just what to say? |

I smile to myself and sigh.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome ... Kakarotto."

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A few days have passed.

"Perhaps you need to get out of the house, and get some fresh air..." Bejiita says suddenly from across the room while fixing a sandwich.

"You're right," I say realizing how unlike me it is to have even been inside for this long. I plan to see Muten Roshi sama, Kuririn, and 18. It's been a while, and I think we need to catch up. I ask Bejiita to come with me, but he seems strangely reluctant.

"They're your friends Kakarotto, so you go see them. I'll be here when you get back," he says with his back towards me.

Not willing to make a big deal of it, I wrap my arms around his slim waist and kissed him once on the side of his neck. Then again. I feel his pulse quicken under my lips. And again, letting my lips linger this time. Breathing him in, committing his scent to memory again. My tongue darts out to sample his taste as well.

"Innh..." The sandwich he was making is abandoned.

I forget sometimes how sensitive he is. "Don't do that... or you won't be able to see your friends for a few hours..." He says huskily, leaning his head back a little. Red stains his cheeks, and the tips of his ears. I pull him a bit closer. Heat rushes to my face as well. Maybe my friends could wait a little longer.

I wonder where my new resolve went?

I wonder how loud Bejiita would make me scream this time...

"Bejiiii..ta..."

That made his breath hitch. The inhalation was so small, almost imperceptible, but I noticed it. I notice everything about him now. Like his unease about my friends. But why...?

"Nnh...no... go see your friends. Don't let me keep you in this house any longer..."

Sigh. "Okay..."

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