Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Come Together ❯ Part 25 ( Chapter 25 )

Come Together by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com) (Chapters 1-9 beta-read by Sabi-san; chapters 10-11 beta-read by S.P.; chapters 12-16 beta-read by Amazing Jess S; chapters 18-20 beta-read by achillona; chapters 21-23 beta-read by Amazing Jess S; chapters 24-28 beta-read by achillona).

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I'm not making any money of this.

Warnings: Yaoi, male/male. Goku/Vegeta.

 

Part 25 (Don't miss chapter 24. I updated two chapters at once.)

 

We'll manage somehow. We'll manage somehow. He was repeating Kakarott's words like some mantra in his head again and again. He was sitting on his mate's lap and was trying to calm down. He felt himself shaking. He was panicking; he tried to breathe deeply to avoid a possible panic attack. His mate's hold on him was lessened; Kakarott was whispering something soothingly into his ear. He didn't understand anything, just couldn't get through what the words meant. But the tone and his mate's voice were making him feel better. And suddenly the panic ceased, replaced by shame. He even felt how his cheeks reddened. He was afraid of pregnancy, afraid not because it would be a burden while rescuing Trunks, but because he simply didn't want to be pregnant. And it wasn't right. He was mated; his mate was everything he could have ever wished for himself. And he was avoiding pregnancy, thinking about it like it's about some kind of illness or even a pest. He knew what the mating was for - to create a family, so why the hell he was struggling now? He would have ended up pregnant sooner or later. Kakarott wanted children, was obsessed with them, he knew how it was important to him. But the knowledge did little help, now he felt guilty for not wanting to be pregnant. Pahh, that mind of his!

 

“Kakarott, you can let go of me. I'm not going to do anything,” Vegeta sighed.

 

Goku wasn't sure about that, the prince could be unpredictable sometimes. He maintained his hold on Vegeta's waist. “I don't want you to kill it,” he whispered into Vegeta's black hair.

 

“I won't,” he whispered back. “I don't even know how to do that.”

 

“Oh, Gods, Vegeta, I'm so…” Goku went silent. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say. He wasn't sorry. He wasn't sorry, but he wasn't happy either. This was simply not the time for pregnancy.

 

Vegeta gave a sad smile to a bluish wall before his eyes. “We'll manage somehow,” Vegeta repeated Goku's words. He shifted on Goku's lap, turning to face him. Goku let his forehead rest on Vegeta's and closed his eyes.

 

“I probably should say that I'm sorry, but I'm not. It's simply not the time… I'm not sorry, I'm just worried.”

 

Goku felt Vegeta lean into his chest. “I know.”

 

Goku felt relieved. Vegeta understood him. That was the most important, that Vegeta wouldn't be angry with him: uptight, uncertain, unsure, but not angry with him. Goku tentatively brushed his lips over Vegeta's. Vegeta kissed him, shyly. Goku opened his mouth, inviting Vegeta further. Vegeta agreed it was a good idea. And then the uneasiness between them started to melt. After some kissing and purring Goku felt ready to repeat the previous night but, he somehow knew that it wouldn't be a very good idea - Ahrae should return any minute.

 

Goku couldn't wait `til he would be able to feel the ki inside Vegeta. He remembered the time when Chichi was pregnant with Gohan. It was both - hard and wonderful. But now he remembered only wonderful. He used to feel the kid's ki, he could even touch him with his own ki, feel how it responded to him, recognizing him. He would feel so proud then of the life he helped to create. He already was looking forward to this life. His and Vegeta's child…

 

Goku suddenly reddened. Only now he noticed Vegeta was watching him, his brow arched. Goku didn't notice how his hand subconsciously traveled to the prince's abdomen while he had been remembering Gohan. “Sorry,” Goku wanted to remove his hand from Vegeta's stomach. He was surprised when Vegeta held his hand.

 

“Don't be. I know you want this…”

 

Goku felt his frame being lit up by a warm grateful feeling. He kissed his mate again.

 

XXXXX

 

Ahrae was sitting at the oblong table in the Tmarax and observing the customers. She became uneasy when she realized that she was the only one woman in the pub. The pub was big enough and was filled by a drunken sickening mist. There were about twenty light wooden tables. To her relief there weren't many customers. She was slowly eating her apple, trying not to miss anything suspicious. She flashed her canines at one drunken bloke, who winked at her, and squeezed the sword-capsule in her sweating palm. The pal began to stagger forward, but luckily passed out on his way to her. She relaxed and continued to eat her apple.

 

XXXXX

 

He was late. Ashar rushed through the busy streets. He knocked over some people, apologized then ran again. He just hoped she wouldn't leave.

 

Ashar entered the pub. He observed the ambience, looking for her and at the same time trying to catch his breath. Then he noticed a hooded figure, sitting in shadow. The figure noticed him too. He got closer and made the Fire Clan's sign with his hand. Almost unnoticeably. Just that the one who would be looking at him would be able to recognize the sign. And then he gasped and leaned on the nearest table for support when his mind was penetrated. She realized she was too harsh and retreated, leaving only a tiny trace of her own mind. She asked him to join her at the table. He got up and sat adjacent to her. Ashar looked at her face. Oh yes, she was definitely the Fire Clan, and she really was that what she claimed to be. He bowed his head in respect.

 

“Stop it, we don't need any formalities here,” Ahrae motioned for him.

 

Ashar raised his head, smiling. “And I thought you would be flattered that at least some of your males accept your leadership…”

 

Ahrae rolled her blue eyes at him. “It is you who should be happy that I accept you as a member of my Clan.”

 

Ashar growled, his black eyes narrowing at her.

 

Ahrae sighed. “Okay, let's forget those old jabs between our Clan's males and females. I don't give a shit about them. I consider you my Clan's member, like every man, because despite your lack of strength you all have Fire Clan's blood. So shut the fuck up and listen,” Ahrae unconsciously scratched the table. “I need help.”

 

Ashar nodded. He was surprised a bit to hear her opinion about the whole male-female thing in Fire Clan. That sweetened him up. And she was a very highly ranked female in Fire Clan - one day, if she lived long enough, she'd be Queen - and most of them didn't want to have any business with the clan's weak men. “What kind of help do you need?”

 

“Information,” Ahrae again observed the pub.

 

“I'll tell everything I know,” Ashar nodded, assuring her.

 

“First tell me what you're doing at Norayn's base,” Ahrae's eyes became stern. “What business do you have there?”

 

“This is my mission. The Queen herself ordered me to sneak up there. I've worked there almost for one year now,” Ashar smiled at Ahrae who seemed to be impressed. “But why are you here? Did she send you here?”

 

“No. I'm working alone. She doesn't know anything,” Ahrae shook her head. She didn't want to lie to him.

 

Ashar's dark brows rose in surprise. “But…she must know, you are at Norayn's base…how in the hell did you get here anyway? Norayn didn't sense anything. And the planet's security for some reason is very high…”

 

“Long story,” Ahrae tapped her fingers on the table. “I need your full compliance, can you do that?”

 

Ashar looked at her suspiciously. “What in the hell did you do? Killed your own Queen?” he laughed, but then froze when Ahrae didn't find it funny. “No…it can't be…” He stared at her, his black eyes wide. “No way...”

 

“No, of course I didn't kill her. But she is gonna kill me…” she chewed on her lower lip. “I screwed up.”

 

“What did you do?” Ashar got even more nervous.

 

“Errmm…I can't tell. Not now…I would risk several lives…” Ahrae shook her head.

 

“What do you want to know?” Ashar asked.

 

“Have you seen a purple-haired boy in Norayn's base lately?” Ahrae was thankful that Ashar didn't ask anything more.

 

Ashar snickered. “That trouble-maker? Of course I have seen him. The boy almost cut my head off,” he laughed. “So, he interests you… Of course…I should have known…there aren't many Super Saiyans around…”

 

Ahrae almost crawled on top of Ashar. “Tell me everything you know.”

 

XXXXX

 

Ahrae slowly and silently entered the room. She was still trying to sort out the information and not give the prince a heart attack. She observed the sleeping Saiyans: Goku was lying on his back, a bit turned to the side, his arms and brown tail tightly wrapped around the prince, like he would be afraid that the prince would escape at any moment. The prince was almost lying on top of Goku, his face snuggled into Goku's bare chest, his own brownish tail wrapped around Goku's right wrist, his breathing calm and even.

 

Ahrae sniffed the air. There was something strange in the air. She could recognize the coupling scent, but there was something more. Then she realized.

 

Ahrae snapped. “For fuck's sake! You're pregnant! I just left you for five hours and… Fucking rabbits!” They needed all the power they could get, and now…

 

Vegeta startled from his sleep. He just heard the part about `fucking rabbits' what didn't concern him in any way. Now he wanted only to hear the news. But Goku gave Ahrae a deadly glare.

 

“Shut up,” Goku's tone was deadly too. “I won't let you upset my mate.”

 

Ahrae hissed, angered. “You should have asked him first if he wanted to get pregnant. I think the pregnancy itself is upsetting enough!”

 

Before Goku could've said anything, there was a swish of air and Vegeta suddenly was standing before the startled girl.

 

“You assert yourself too much!” Vegeta bared his canines at her. “This is only between me and him. If you are going to bitch at us again, I promise you will regret that. And badly.”

 

Ahrae bared her canines too. “I just…”

 

Suddenly Vegeta was flung back on the bed and there was Goku standing in the prince's place, threateningly growling at the wide-eyed girl.

 

Vegeta wiggled from the bed sheets, which had fallen on him. He could see that Kakarott was ready to attack the girl for the threatening posture she had had earlier. Kakarott was clearly overreacting. The moron's protectiveness doubled after he got pregnant.

 

“Kakarott, get back over here!” Vegeta shouted, trying to prevent a disaster. The last thing they needed was to destroy the hotel and announce to the whole planet that they were here. “Kakarott!” he angrily yelled again. Finally Kakarott left the shocked girl and approached him. Kakarott was still growling, his tail lashing behind him in fury. He suddenly felt Kakarott's strong hands wrap around him, picking him up from the ground and the next second he was laid down on the bed.

 

“Rest,” Kakarott said.

 

Vegeta growled. That was too much! Vegeta's fist met Goku's face, sending the younger Saiyan flying into the wall next to the girl who was standing, unsure of what she was supposed to do.

 

“Don't fucking patronize me!” Vegeta hissed in fury at Goku, who now was shaking his head while trying to get up from the floor.

 

Goku was surprised. Not because of Vegeta's punch, but because a couple of seconds ago he had no idea what he was doing. He remembered an urge to kill Ahrae for threatening Vegeta, then picking Vegeta up and putting him on the bed. Goku scratched his head, confused. No wonder his mate hit him. Goku stood up then turned to Ahrae who got into a fighting position not being sure what to expect from him.

 

“Uhh…” he scratched his spiky head again. “Sorry, I just…I have no idea what that was. I'm really sorry.”

 

Ahrae relaxed, shrugged then motioned for them both to sit. Vegeta just growled at her impatiently.

 

“Errr… Prince Vegeta,” Ahrae fidgeted with her hair, “Prince Trunks is alive and safe, at least for now.” Ahrae watched as enormous relief passed through Vegeta. “Norayn is not at his base, he went to Malana planet with some business.” Vegeta sat up at the table waiting for her to continue. Goku's grin was the widest she had ever seen. She blinked then scratched her head and laughed. “I don't know how to say this, but your son is great: after Norayn went away, Trunks killed his watchers and freed all the prisoners in Norayn's base and they are all barricaded in the basement of the castle…errmm…and Norayn's soldiers can't do anything - they can't even blow up that part of the castle where he hides, because Norayn ordered them not to kill him…” then Ahrae got serious, “Norayn is coming back in two days, we have to hurry up - they won't last long. Any plans?”

 

“First we need to kill all of Norayn's soldiers and reach Trunks then we wait for Norayn and kill the bastard,” Vegeta clenched his fists.

 

“Not so fast,” Ahrae shook her head. “Norayn can create a portal and be here at any minute if he gains knowledge that we are here. He knows about your son's mischief and the reason why Norayn is still not here - he doesn't take it serious. Trunks and the others can't escape; they are deep in the basement, even if they blasted their way through the walls they would be surrounded by Norayn's army. Norayn is coming back with some ally and he doesn't want to show that he isn't in control. But if he felt a serious threat, he would be there in a second and he would kill your son.”

 

“We have to act quietly and reservedly. At least until we find Trunks…and then…” Goku smirked, “then I'll kill them all.”

 

Ahrae's brow rose. Vegeta smirked approvingly.

 

“Okay, I don't give a damn about what you do after - you can bathe in their blood if you want, but we need a normal plan,” she glared at Goku who still was smirking like a madman. “I'm too young and inexperienced in this kind of situation, you two have to think of something.”

 

“Look,” Vegeta winked at Goku, “she accepted her age.”

 

Ahrae growled, but she was too happy to be angry - Vegeta recovered directly in her eyes, he was happy and ready for the battle. “We act at night. We suppress our kis, silently kill the guards and reach the basement. Trunks should recognize your kis, but after you raise them, we have to act very quickly - get him before the guards report to Norayn and kill everybody else around,” Ahrae scratched her head, waiting.

 

“And she says she is inexperienced…” Goku softly laughed.

 

Vegeta thought a bit. “Sounds good to me, but we can do better.” He contemplated a moment. “Ahrae, you can create a portal which would isolate our kis. And you can create another portal, which would isolate your magic power. Thus no one would able to sense anything: no ki, no magic power. The passage to the castle is granted.”

 

“Errr…no prob.,” Ahrae scratched her head. “But how do you imagine we get there unnoticed? I cannot make you invisible…”

 

“But we can be invisible…” Goku got the idea. He nodded to Vegeta. “Yeah, we can be invisible by moving very fast. Norayn's henchmen wouldn't be able to see us - we will be too fast for them…all we have to do - try not to leave the force field…”

 

Ahrae tapped her fingers on the table. “Are you sure? Since Prince Vegeta's become pregnant, he probably won't be able to transform…”

 

“What?!” Vegeta's breathing hitched.

 

“Well…” Ahrae blinked, “I'm not sure, but logically, your body shouldn't be able to go through all those changes while you're pregnant…”

 

After it appeared to be true, Ahrae's vocabulary again improved with about 20 new curse words. Though Vegeta calmed down after they saw that it was enough for him to be in his normal mode to move very fast. That was a bit tricky, because if they should meet some really powerful warrior…

 

“Alright,” Ahrae nodded, “so lets say you're both invisible.” She frowned. “This means I'll be the one who will be visible… Err…I don't like this…”

 

Vegeta smirked at her. Ahrae got a bad feeling in the gut.

 

They talked the plan through then and, after some screeching, Ahrae went shopping.

 

TBC