Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Four Star Dragonball ❯ Denial, Discoveries ( Chapter 5 )

Pairing: Vegeta x Goku
Rating: NC-17, um eventually I hope. If I don't chicken out.
Warning: Suicide, Sex, and Violence! There's a nice ring to that.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Wish I did. Then I'd use the dragonballs to kick some ass. I hope I'm not stealing anything from anyone. I know that's a scare lately. I don't read much so my ideas may already be written. Sorry.

Four Star Dragonball
Chapter Five: Denial, Discoveries

Vegeta tore into the closest training bot within the gravity chamber. A swift kick left it in pieces that made mini shockwaves when they slammed into the tiled floor at 650g. He was really pushing himself at this level-he felt his arms and legs grind under the extreme pressure. But he needed all the distraction he could get. He just had to stop thinking about `him'…

But it was no use. The fool just seemed to dominate his thoughts. He couldn't get the disconcerting yet delightful image of the way Kakarotto reacted when he touched his tail out of his head. And he couldn't stop the subsequent spread of a humiliated blush across his face.

He paled. What if the idiot blamed him and was currently seeking his blood in revenge for making him feel that way? That would certainly be the case if the situation was reversed.

How was he supposed to know that his tail was crossing the line? He knew only of pain when others had their hands on his tail. Then again, the time he did have a tail was when he served under Frieza and that meant pleasure was uncharted and forbidden territory, but tried to be gentle with the upset Saiyan regardless.

Obviously, too gentle.

With a roar of frustration, Vegeta sent two more bots to their deaths. Maybe if he blew up a few things, his mind would be set clear. It always worked in the past. Then an idea struck him-this crush-on-Kakarotto thing was just an effect from the bastard suddenly appearing in his life again. And he was just confusing his missed need for violent contact with a longing to touch the fool. That had to be it. It had to…

He hoped that was it.

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Back in his room at Capsule Corp, Goku dried his hair with a towel. How cruel of Vegeta to throw him back into the lake without warning! He still had water in his ears, and had swallowed more water than he wanted to.

As he had climbed out of the lake, Vegeta blasted off, leaving himself alone. He sure was in a hurry. He wondered what set him off this time. The prince's behavior continued to throw him. It was like he was meeting him for the first time; he acted stranger than he could remember. No Vegeta he knew accompanied him to lakes and floated on the water beside him… Like old friends. He could picture Krillin doing that, but the angry royal Saiyan that swore to kill him?

Goku's thoughts of Krillin led him to how much he missed his friends. He should go see them soon. In fact, as soon as he put on some dry clothes he would reunite with his sons. He desperately wanted to see them and reassure them that their father was okay now.

He turned to the door as he heard someone come knocking. Twisting the knob, Bulma came barging through again, though without cookies. "Hiya, Goku! Back so soon?"

"Yeah. I guess I don't know what to do for a long time besides training," he said with a smile and a scratch of the head.

"Ooh, I know what you can do. That is, if you're not going to train now, are you?" Bulma grinned, holding a paper in her hand with lots of scribbles on it. He knew what that meant. Chichi used to do that to him, too. But he had nothing else to do so he might as well give into the aqua-haired woman's request. Visiting the boys could wait a little longer-he still had to come up with a good excuse as to why he went missing for such a long time. He shook his head.

Bulma brightened and handed Goku the list. "Great! Can you do a little shopping for me? I'm just so busy today and don't have time for it. Would you?"

"All right," he said, scanning over the piece of paper. "Wow, there's a lot of stuff listed here!" he winced. It would take hours just to haul all this stuff back here, but too late to change his mind.

She laughed, waving her hand. "Let me get you my credit card and you can go at it! I really appreciate it." She went out of the room to retrieve her purse, yet came back too shortly for the Saiyan to escape. "Here you are," Bulma said, handing it to him. "Please be back here at three o'clock. That'll give you a good four hours. Have fun!" she winked and toddled off.

Goku sighed and set two fingers to his forehead. Might as well get started.

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After sending Goku off to get him out of the house so she could start setting up the party, Bulma zoomed over to the gravity chamber to find nearly cracking under the intense pressure. She frowned and wondered if it was going to explode again. Flipping open the main controls on the outside of the machine, she powered it down and waited for the most likely fuming prince to emerge.

"So predictable," she grinned to herself as she heard heavy stomps making their way to the entrance of the chamber.

Sweating and bleeding from various cuts, Vegeta threw open the door and bared his teeth at the woman who dared to interrupt his workout. Before he could scream a word, however, Bulma cut him off.

"Vegeta, I need your help with the decorating for Goku's party," she simply put and started heading back to the main building without giving her ex-lover a chance for a reply.

"Bullshit!" he growled. "Don't bother me again or I'll blast you!" Vegeta then turned to the control panel and started the machine up again.

Bulma stormed over and slammed the control's cover down, nearly catching Vegeta's gloved fingers in between. "You'll come right now or no gravity chamber for you!"

Enraged, the prince grabbed the woman by her arm and aimed a ki ball at her face, but stopped when he heard a familiar voice.

"Hello, Father," Mirai Trunks called hesitantly as he came upon his parents ready to kill each other.

Vegeta glanced at the time traveler he met long ago and then back at the woman. She threw him a victory smile and wriggled out of his death grip. No doubt she had brought that boy for protection, he seethed.

"Now come along and be a good angry Saiyan," she smirked and started dragging him by the arm.

He hated her. Just pure dark hateful feelings for this woman and her manipulating ways.

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Four hours later, Goku piled many bags of groceries onto the kitchen table and then onto the floor. Shopping for his friend wasn't such a bad idea-he had gotten an excellent workout heaving the heavy bags back to Capsule Corp. Then he sighed-if a simple task such as carrying around supplies was difficult, it would be a long while before he would be able to spar with Vegeta.

The Saiyan jumped when he felt two little arms encircle his pants leg. "Hi, Kakarotto," Bura grinned.

He beamed down at her, and then at Mrs. Briefs as she entered the kitchen, nearly stumbling over a bag. "Oh my, Goku! What a pleasant surprise! You're looking as handsome as ever!"

Goku laughed and rubbed the back of his head. The lady still had a fresh mind, flirting with him after all these years. She didn't change much, but her age was finally starting to show-her hair thinned out and her makeup covered less wrinkles-but still, pretty good for a woman in her sixties.

"Grandma, I want to play with him, can I?" Bura asked sweetly.

"Do you mind, Goku dear? She's such a handful," Mrs. Briefs started emptying the bags and putting the items up.

He really should be spending time with his own children, but the situation demanded otherwise. "No problem! I'll see you later!" the Saiyan said, slinging the giggling child over his shoulder.

"Let's go play with my toys!" the girl suggested as Goku set her down once they were out of the kitchen.

He followed Bura run excitedly to her room, thrilled to have him over. He smiled; everyone he met seemed to instantly accept him without any reservations (that is, after they got through trying to kill him). The same couldn't be said about most people, especially Vegeta. While Goku had the talent of making friends, the Saiyan prince seemed to have human repellant. He sighed sadly, wondered if the prince ever got lonely. At least he had Bulma. Goku himself would literally die without friends.

"Kakarotto, will you come with me to get my teddy bear? I left it in Mama's room and it's dark in there when she isn't there," she asked.

"Okay, Bura," he followed her out of her giant toy room and down the hall to Bulma's room. It was located in a different spot than when he remembered. It used to be the one a few doors down, but apparently she had moved it. `I guess to be near Bura when she was a baby,' Goku presumed.

After retrieving the said toy, Bura then looked up at the tall Saiyan again. "And my bazooka laser gun is in Papa's room. Let's go!" she tugged on Goku's hand.

"Wait, what?" the man was confused. Vegeta had his own separate room? Wasn't he supposed to share one with Bulma? Weren't he and Bulma together? They just had another child, didn't they? Didn't that mean they were a couple?

"I found it!" she said jubilantly, running from the room a few doors down from her and Bulma's rooms. "Let's go play war," her expression grew dark like that of a true Saiyan's.

He shrugged. It wasn't any of his business anyway, although it did help to explain the prince's odd behavior lately. If he no longer had Bulma to keep him company, he figured the prince would come to him. Vegeta knew that Goku wouldn't turn him away. They used to meet practically all the time to fight each other.

`Poor guy. So that's why he spent the entire yesterday with me,' Goku mused, then looked down to see Bura frowning at him. He followed the little girl outside so she could act out her violent instincts.

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At five o'clock Goku's stomach began to rumble as he sat on a bench in the park near Capsule Corp. He decided it was time for he and Bura to be heading back-the half-Saiyan child played a good three hours. He stood and waved his arms at the little princess of Saiyans pushing a human boy off the slide so she could take her turn. She waved back and slid down, ignoring the pained cries from the other child as he rubbed his arm.

"Did you see me up there?" Bura grinned.

"Yeah, but you know, it isn't nice to make others cry. That other boy wanted a turn at the slide, too," Goku said, then felt awkward. He wasn't there for his sons, so parenting was a skill he never learned. The sadness returned.

The child frowned and folded her arms-very Vegeta-like. She definitely was her father's daughter.

"Anyway, I'm hungry. How about we go get something to eat?" the man tried cheering the girl up.

Bura's face lit up. "Yeah!" she squealed. "Oh wait, we got to go home now. Papa said so."

"Huh? How do you know?" Goku looked at her.

"He told me just now. In my head. `Cause of our bond," she explained abstractly.

"A bond?" he wondered out loud. Bura had the privilege of knowing more about the secrets of their heritage than he did. This telepathy concept was a new one. Or was it? Sometimes in battle he caught himself sensing movements his enemies would make before they made them. He didn't think much of that though. It came naturally. Perhaps it was because he was Saiyan. He would ask Vegeta about it later. Raising two fingers to his head, he teleported them back to Capsule Corp.