Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Come Together ❯ Part 28 ( Chapter 28 )

Hello, LadyKATT! No, it wasn't a trap. Remember Ahrae saying that if Norayn felt something or would be reported, he would create a portal to relocate himself back to the planet? So, this was what happened.

Goku wasn't able to protect Vegeta. The blue blast that Norayn sent to kill Vegeta looked the same as all the others that were bouncing off the protective shield walls. Goku isn't able to tell the difference, nor is Vegeta.

Trunks will be alright. Err…if not in this then in another story ^_^.

Uff…hope I explained at least something.

 

 

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 28

 

Vegeta stood up and saw Norayn who was approaching them carefully, surrounded by the similar force field, which Ahrae had created before. Vegeta turned to the girl who was lying on her stomach behind them, sword still in her hand. No one realized the blast was different from others, which simply bounced back from the field. He didn't try to avoid it. The blast wouldn't have been enough to kill him if it had hit him, but he doubted he would be able to get up after it. Probably Ahrae just had saved his unborn child. He grit his teeth. If the blast was dangerous even for him, the girl was probably dead, that would explain the force fields disappearance and why Ashar was at his side and not at Ahrae's. And he couldn't feel Ahrae's ki anymore.

 

Vegeta turned his attention back to the battle, puzzling his head what to do: Mortins army didn't exist anymore; several Mortins who were left were no threat to them, but Norayn's blasts were deadly - something between ki and magic, and neither Kakarott nor Trunks had any idea how to deal with those blasts and he himself was in no state to do anything.

 

“Stop that,” he turned to Kakarott who was trying to blast Norayn, but all his blasts simply bounced back from his force field. “He's in a damn field.”

 

“Fuck the field, I'll fucking kill the bastard!” Goku hissed.

 

Vegeta's brow rose. Kakarott was annoyed, more than annoyed. Good. The angrier he is, the more powerful and quicker he becomes.

 

“Trunks, watch over your dad!” Goku turned to the boy. “I'm gonna try something.”

 

“What?” Vegeta cursed loudly as Goku suddenly disappeared.

 

Norayn blinked at the big, orange dressed Saiyan in his force field, akin to asking how the hell you get here.

 

Goku smirked at him. Finally. Ahrae's lessons were very useful after all. “I promised to kill you.”

 

Those were the last words Norayn heard in his life.

 

It was over. The rest of the Mortins simply fled.

 

“Are you okay?” Goku was at Vegeta's side as soon as he killed Norayn. He checked Vegeta for wounds then wanted to check the prince's back.

 

“I'm okay,” Vegeta tried to swat his mate away.

 

“I don't believe you,” Goku simply turned Vegeta around. Only then was he content. He sighed in relief, drew Vegeta to him and kissed Vegeta's brow. “Yeah, you're okay. How is your stomach?” He gently brushed his hand over Vegeta's abdomen.

 

“I'm ALL okay,” Vegeta pushed Goku's hand away and went to Ahrae's body. “Stop grabbling me in front of my son!”

 

Only then Goku remembered Trunks. He turned to the boy whose eyes were the widest he had ever seen; the pale face color was something new too.

 

“Err…Trunks, uhm…your dad and I…uhh… I think we are married or something…yeah…and Vegeta is pregnant…” Goku scratched his head sheepishly then rushed to Ahrae's side.

 

“Damn you!” Vegeta hissed at Goku. “You are an idiot!” Vegeta checked Ahrae then looked at his hysterically shaking son. “Kakarott and I are mated, and I'm pregnant with Kakarott's child.”

 

“He fainted,” Goku announced. “You really didn't do any better. How is Ahrae?”

 

Vegeta shook his head. “Dead.”

 

“You wish…” Ahrae's eyes slowly opened. She tried to concentrate her sight on Vegeta, but failed. The prince was right - death was coming for her. But she had the last wish to be fulfilled, the last chance for the Saiyans.

 

“I…I…am sorry…” Ahrae tried to keep her eyes open, but to no avail. “Give…it to your…son, don't…lose it,” she summoned all her strength to hand her sword to Vegeta. “Don't…loose it…teach him…to…” Her head fell back to the ground. Last breath left her lips.

 

Vegeta simply stared at the sword in his hands. He heard someone shout. That was Ashar. Ashar kneeled next to the girl, his shoulders shaking. “You have to run, the planet's security system is off, and Fire Clan can come at any second. The Queen will kill you. She will think it's your fault her daughter died,” he said with his back to Vegeta.

 

“Her…daughter..?” Vegeta stared at the girl, lying on the floor. No, no, no, no…this is impossible..! No!

 

Ashar raised his head surprised. “You didn't even know did you?” he laughed sadly then lowered his head again. “Oh Gods, you killed her sister, and you don't know this?!”

 

Vegeta heard a rustle behind him. Kakarott embraced him and he was thankful for that. He needed someone to steady him. Then he saw Trunks stand opposite Ahrae's body. Vegeta slowly handed the sword to Trunks.

 

“Take it, she wanted you to have it,” he felt relieved when his son took the blade. It was burning his hands and soul.

 

Suddenly there was a green flash. They all jumped back at the sound and sight. Fire Clan arrived. About fifty Fire Clan members stood before them, their kis to the maximum, their swords drawn. The Queen advanced to Ahrae's body; she knelt next to it. Her warriors surrounded the Queen in a tight circle.

 

“Who killed her?” she asked in a calm voice, tracing her fingers over Ahrae's still face. “Who?”

 

“Norayn,” Vegeta answered, pushing Trunks behind him.

 

“Is he dead?” the Queen asked.

 

“Yes,” Vegeta nodded.

 

“Good. Now you will be dead too, we'll finish what we had started a long time ago.” The Queen got up and motioned for her warriors.

 

Goku was beside Vegeta in a flash. Then the Queen saw something, she raised her hand. Ahrae's sword in the purple-haired boy's hand.

 

“Who gave it to you boy?” The Queen's blue fierce eyes chilled Trunks' soul.

 

“That girl,” Trunks stuttered, pointing at Ahrae's body. “She said she wanted me to have it.”

 

The warriors put their swords aside and lowered their kis.

 

The Queen stared at Trunks for some time then looked at Vegeta. Then began to laugh. Then fell to the floor next to Ahrae on her knees, supporting herself with her shaking hands. “What is your name boy?”

 

“T-Trunks.”

 

“Do you know, Prince Trunks, that when she gave you her sword she made you one of our clan's members? Now you are one of us, Prince Trunks. Your family is our family…” she laughed again. “I don't know what happened here, but I respect the Fire Clan Princess's choice,” she lowered her head. “You are free to go,” she motioned to Vegeta's side. “Someone, create a portal for them to the Earth,” said the Queen in a trembling voice.

 

And they left, leaving the Queen kneeling on the floor next to her second dead daughter.

 

EPILOGUE

 

The world was greenish. And rippling. And wet. Wet? Rippling? Greenish? Quite disturbing.

 

No, some kind of tank filled with greenish liquid.

 

Quite relieving.

 

Oxygen? Oh, breathing mask.

 

The tank was standing in some kind of facility: tools everywhere around in the room, wires, some beeping robot, plenty of stuff. Some empty tanks, more on the right. What was the place?

 

Small, sharp pieces fell as a fist connected with the tank glass. The greenish, bloodied liquid spurted into the outside through the hole, into the strange room, flooding the floor. Soon the tank was empty, several more hits and the glass shattered.

 

The air was perfect. No need for a gas mask.

 

Corridors. Many corridors. More corridors. But there were windows too. It was green and sunny outside.

 

Door. This one led to outside. Into that green field and light.

 

A big yard. A table with six creatures around it. One Namek. Good. Nameks were clever and nice. Who were the others? What was the place?

 

Blue haired woman. Shouting. What language was that…Terran? Earth. Earth! What the hell was going on?!

 

Why have those other three become purple? Oooh, first the fools didn't give any clothes and then start to blush… Morons.

 

“Ahrae?”

 

“Finally!” Ahrae turned to Vegeta. “What the fuck is going on?! Hi, Goku. As far as I can remember I sort of died!” Ahrae thought a moment. “Yeah, I died!”

 

“We sort of cloned you,” Goku scratched his head.

 

“I, I cloned her!” Bulma waved her fist under Goku's nose.

 

Ahrae stared at Goku for some time then turned her head to Bulma. “I'm someone's clone?!”

 

“Uhh…” Goku scratched his head again then looked at Vegeta for help. Vegeta just shrugged. He felt nervous as Ahrae slumped on the ground.

 

“So, how is my mother?” Ahrae asked Goku after five minutes of silence. She looked at Vegeta's abdomen. “When I last saw you, you were nowhere near as pregnant. I hope this isn't your second or third child… Mom will kill me…”

 

“She didn't look happy when I last saw her…” Vegeta admitted. “It's about eleven moths since you passed.”

 

“Great!” Ahrae cursed. Then she sighed. “Damn, well, probably I should thank you. That was really a lame death. To die a virgin, what a nuisance…”

 

Goku groaned. Vegeta just shrugged. He silently looked at the naked girl on the grass. “Why you didn't tell me?”

 

“Didn't tell what?” Ahrae softly laughed. “That you killed my sister? You never would have trusted me. First you never would have let me lure you off the planet, but later you would have never believed that I changed my mind about you. Like that it was simpler.”

 

Vegeta brushed over his hair. The girl was right. That would have been a problem.

 

“Alright,” Ahrae stood up then stretched, causing Yamcha's neck to lengthen about 10 cm, “is everything okay, is Trunks alright?”

 

“Yes,” Vegeta nodded.

 

“Then I'm going home, I need to sort this shit out with my clan. I'll come back though, I want to see your baby,” Ahrae smiled at Vegeta. “When are you due?” She laughed as Vegeta scowled at her.

 

“In about one or two weeks,” Goku replied instead of his mate.

 

“Fine,” Ahrae nodded. “See you soon!” She disappeared in a green portal.

 

“Hey! Hey!” Bulma shouted. “How about my research?!”

 

“Do you know her mobile number?” Yamcha asked Vegeta.

 

“Three.”

 

“What three?” Yamcha confused blinked at the laughing prince.

 

“Three years old.”

 

THE END

 

 

 

 

This story is finished, at least this stage of the story. There's a sequel, the title - Playing Home. The sequel, though, can be read separate from Come Together. The sequel, Playing Home, is M-preg story. Besides Vegeta's pregnancy, the story introduces Vegeta's past (which already was mentioned a bit in the both previous stories). Mainly the story covers Vegeta's pregnancy from almost very start to the very end and is about peaceful Goku's and Vegeta's life on Earth. Almost peaceful, because there are two new Saiyans in town.