Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Grains of Sand ❯ Vegeta The Savior, Vegeta The Wicked ( Chapter 6 )

Rating: R for language

Pairings: V x G, T x Gt, and a pretty sweet Gh x P scene.

Warnings: Vegeta cursing, scary nightmares, and VERY OOC scenes between Vegeta/Dende, Vegeta/Gohan/Piccolo, and Vegeta/Baba (For once in my life, I wanted to see Vegeta have a wicked (and very harsh) sense of humor)

Disclaimer: (tune to "Row, Row, Row") I don't own DBZ, DBZ I don't own. Muscles, wild hair, long tails, sharp teeth. (Bite knuckles to the bone).

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** Dream **

Chapter 6- Vegeta the Savior, Vegeta the Wicked

"Vegeta, we need to talk," Bulma says suddenly as the smaller Saiyan enters in from a few hours of training. It's now nighttime and they both have the house to themselves. Well, what's left of it.

"What for, onna?" he gruffly asks.

"Don't start. You know that `stubborn talk' won't work for me after all this time of resolve. Now be honest with me. Are you sleeping with Goku?" she asks sternly. He stiffens with his eyes wide.

"What?! Have you completely gone insane?! I would never throw myself down that low to be some butt-fairy to that third-class baka!" he thunders at her, face tinting red.

"Then why are you blushing? Is it because you've lately not been the giver, but the receiver?" she asks with a smirk.

He twitches with his tail bristling to end as his hair frazzles.

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO A KING LIKE THAT!! I AM NOT A FAGGOT!!" he bellows out so loud what's left of the house is shaking with tremors.

"Oh, stop it Vegeta! Can you just once in your entire life be honest with me!? I've seen the looks you give him, and the ones he gives you. The air around you both screams `sex'. I'm not mad, I just want to know!" she exasperates. Suddenly his calm posture takes in effect and he turns so his right side faces her with his arms crossed.

"Why?" he asks low.

"Because, I think of you as a friend, as weird as that sounds, and I want you to be happy," she answers.

"I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone with the likes of you, onna, watching my back," he gruffly mumbles. She sighs low, then stands up from the couch and walks to him.

"I know you're a strong warrior, Vegeta. I'm not bashing on your amount of strength. I'm just-" she sighs in frustration. "Remember back when we both wanted a child?" she asks suddenly. He gives a strange look to her in a sideways glance.

"Remember what you told me? That you wanted a rightful heir, and I wanted one because my biological clock was ticking away? But then you said you didn't want me that way. You only saw me as a good mother. Well… I felt the same way, too," she steps around to have him face her. He does so.

"I know you must think that I've gone off the deep end, but… but hear me out." She sighs, looking away to collect her words together. She looks over as his arms drop down, showing she has his attention. She smiles a bit then looks back up at him with a serious face.

"You gave to me a part of you, that I couldn't have unless we did love each other. But you and I both knew that it'd never happen. We are complete opposites. A child was and has always been the only thing we could ever agree on. First came Trunks, then Bra. And now… Luna. She-… she looks up to you like you're a role model. She loves you. If someone can express themselves to the other person that way, the other must feel the same." Vegeta turns away with a snort.

"Vegeta, please," she says and touches his shoulder. He flinches away and turns to her with a glare.

"Keep dreaming, woman. The only `love' I can hold is the love for my dead race, the love for me, and only me!" he grits low. She looks away and nods with a look of she's giving up. She looks back at him with a small smile that is plastered on her face.

"Let me know when you're ready for me to care openly," she says low and heads downstairs to her lab.

Vegeta watches her leave. He finally lets his fists go, having them pop and ache from clenching so hard. He looks down at them, seeing blood steadily drip from his palms and onto the floor. He sighs. He glances outside to see a moonless night. Making his mind up he heads back outside, and takes off into the night's sky.

-

After searching for the familiar ki signature for several minutes, he finally finds who he is looking for. Goku is in the middle of sparring with an invisible foe in mid-air. He suddenly stops, feeling Vegeta's ki closing on him. He turns and gives a huge grin.

"Hey, Ou-sama," he says low as the smaller Saiyan stops a few inches from the sweaty warrior. They must be nearly thirty feet in the air. Vegeta doesn't smile back and Goku's smile falters.

"Bulma knows," the other Saiyan says suddenly, answering the obvious question hanging in the air but is never said.

"Is that bad?" Goku asks low.

"No, it isn't. She looked… happy, that I chose wisely."

Goku draws him into a hug. Vegeta complies and inhales the homely scent of his lover. There is a long drawn out silence between them, each just know they want it this way. Sometimes talking is just not necessary most of the time between them.

-

High above the planet is Lookout Point. A teenaged Dende lies on the ground, listening to the soft humming of Mr. Popo as the short black man tends to the garden. Dende looks up at the stars twinkling down at him.

Piccolo is with them. He was invited to stay on Lookout with Dende some time ago, to keep the young guardian company. Sometimes Mr. Popo isn't enough, no offense to the little guy.

A sudden pang of ki closing in has Dende on his feet. He runs to the edge to find Gohan slowly ascending up to the edge.

"Oi, Gohan! What brings you here so late at night?" Gohan gives the young Namekian a smile.

"Oi, Dende, I came to see Mr. Piccolo." Just as he finishes there is a light scraping of footsteps. Both turn to find the older Namekian walking out of the palace. Gohan slowly floats past Dende to the other Namekian. Dende "hrmph's" and sits down on the edge to watch the world go by under him.

"What's wrong, Gohan?" Piccolo asks low in his raspy voice. Gohan lifts a hand to scratch the back of his head.

"Oh, since I was in the neighborhood, I thought I'd come on up to see how you were doing," Gohan teases. Piccolo has to smirk, showing a glittering fang. Gohan smiles, while lowering his hand.

Piccolo suddenly levitates himself to Gohan's height, and slowly floats over to be within millimeters from the man. His green hands come up and cup the Demi-Saiyan's face. Beady black eyes close and his lips press against warm silky ones. Gohan murmurs out encouragingly as he wraps his arms tightly around Piccolo's waist. The kiss is deepened with tongues dueling lazily.

Mr. Popo happens to see the entire scene. He just chuckles low and goes back to his gardening, knowing what else is to be in store for the young lovers.

Though, it is weird that the Namekian raised the kid like he was the green one's son.

-

** Luna feels so warm. Her slightly sensitive skin is warmed against the sun's light. There's the smell of sweat mixed in with a scent she knows too well. It reminds her of honey. Or clouds on a bright morning, just before the dew dries off the grass. She relishes the smell, inhaling as deep as she can to take it all in. Papa. The orange glow from her lids indicate the sun's up. She squints them tight, groaning and grumbling.

"Luna," a deep but soft-spoken male voice warms her. Her eyes slit open, seeing the face of Goku. He smiles down at her, eyes shining with love and pride. She smiles sweetly.

"It's time to get up and eat, Luna, honey," he says in the same voice. She sees his left hand reaching down to stroke her right cheek ever so softly.

She hears the grass crunching from footsteps a few feet away. The scent of smoke on a winter morning fills her senses, and she sits up quickly to see Vegeta join over.

"Launkta, it's time to eat," his voice has roughened from years of battle, but remains softly sweet when speaking towards her. He gives a warm smile and offers a hand. She reaches up to take it. She slowly stands, falling into his warm embrace. She hugs him tightly. Pressing her cheek against his chest, she inhales his scent once more.

This time she smells blood and motor oil. Her eyes snap open, feeling an unusual lump against her cheek where his pectoral is suppose to be. It feels like… a breast? She lifts her head quickly away to find cold blue eyes staring down at her.

"It's time to die, Launkta," a sultry feminine voice whispers sing-songly into her ears. It's the blonde Android. Panic-stricken fear consumes her, and she struggles from the metal-human's arms. But she can't get loose.

"Don't fight it. I'll make this as painful as possible," the Android purrs out. Hands come at her- **

She sits straight up, screaming out in agony and horror. Hands grab her shoulders and shake her to stop.

"Luna! It's ok! It was just a nightmare." a voice calls out. She is then pressed into a bulky chest. The scent of honey calms her immediately, and she comes back to reality. She pushes away from the chest to find Goku there.

"Papa!" she cries out and falls back into his arms. The door to the guest bedroom opens. Goten, Trunks, Bra, Pan, Videl, and Chichi pile in, looking frazzled over the commotion.

"It's ok. She's fine," Goku assures with a hand at them to leave. Luna sobs softly into his chest. All the girls obey and walk out. Goten and Trunks walk over to the bed. Sensing the weight shift, she looks to find them both behind her.

She quickly turns and hugs Trunks to sob on his shoulder. He soothes her with little hushes.

"You ok, dad?" Goten asks.

"Yeah. She surprised me too and I fell off the couch. Gonna have a sore butt for a few minutes," he grunts out while rubbing his backside. Trunks chuckles a bit, and there's a muffled noise from the Demi-Saiyan's chest.

"Was that a giggle I just heard?" Trunks teases. Luna pulls away to wipe her face, but she is giggling again.

"Didn't mean to scare you, Papa," she apologizes with the last part dieing in giggles.

"If I wasn't, would I be a good Papa?" he asks her. She looks up at him with wet eyes. She shakes her head then leans over to hug him. He returns the gesture with a light squeeze.

"Since we're having this family moment, I think you boys need some explaining to do," Goku concludes. Automatically both Demi-Saiyan's faces turn red.

"But only if you do the same afterwards, Papa," Luna points out, and Goku coughs suddenly, nearly choking.

"Fine, I will," he says then thoroughly clears his throat.

"Wait! You're gay, dad?" Goten asks.

"I prefer the term `bent', but yes, that is correct," he states out.

"Hold on a minute, you and my-?" Trunks gasps in realization. "You're fucking my dad?!" he exclaims.

"Way ta go, dad!" Goten adds in triumph.

"I'm not always Seme. We take turns!" Goku protests.

"So do we!" Goten beams and wraps an arm around Trunks' neck.

"Goten! It's just wrong to tell your dad about our sex life!" Trunks exclaims.

"Now I'm gonna have to get use to lots of ki spikes," Goku says suddenly.

"What?" both boys ask in confusion.

"You know, during sex you can't control your ki so it goes hay-wire. It `spikes' near climax," Luna explains.

"Really? Is that why you and dad's- Aw man!" Trunks says low, then exclaims the last part in disgust. "Now every time you both have ki spikes I'll imagine it. Oh that is SO wrong!" he exasperates.

"Oh, but you won't be paying attention to them when you're with me," Goten purrs out then leans over to steal a kiss. Trunks muffles a laugh against those silky lips. Goku smiles low. He looks down to see Luna smiling also.

Suddenly someone clears their throat. Everyone turns to the doorway to find Vegeta standing against the frame with his arms crossed.

"Tousan!" Luna yelps out in glee, then leaps off the bed and runs to him. She hugs him tightly and he returns it back.

"Uh, hey, Vegeta-sama." Goten quivers out. The man smirks, enjoying the sight of Goku's son quivering like a little girl.

"Oi yourself, brat," he responds back. Goku gets off the bed and walks slowly over to the smaller Saiyan. He leans down and presses a tender kiss against Vegeta's lips as Luna watches from between them.

"How'd it go?" Goku asks low. Vegeta sighs, then gently pushes Luna away so they can talk in the hallway. The door shuts behind them. Luna nods, getting the point, and joins the boys on the bed.

Meanwhile, in the hallway, Goku leans on one wall; Vegeta leans on the opposite with his arms crossed loosely.

"I'll have to carry the damn machine over to the Onna. A lot of wires are fried and some parts are damaged beyond prepare." Vegeta answers low.

"Are we sure we're making the right decision?" Goku asks low, not sure if he's all right with it.

"It's the only way, Kakarott. She is meant to live with ourselves in the distant future. It's not right to make her stay and we can become one big happy family. She is meant to be saved by us, not found." Vegeta slowly explains.

"But what if I don't want her to leave? She hasn't done a lot of damage to the timeline. I mean things would've been the same even if she didn't come. We are together; Goten and Trunks have each other-" Goku began.

"Kakarott, you know that it won't work." Vegeta interrupts the man. Goku looks away, tensing up. He's fighting within himself.

Finally he turns to Vegeta with watery eyes.

"I'm willing to take that chance." With that he opens the bedroom door, walks in, and shuts it behind himself, leaving Vegeta alone. The Saiyan sighs deeply, and walks back down the hall. He leaves the home, praying to Kami that his plan `B' will somehow make the big oaf see his way.

But there's one thing he does know-

He's gonna need help with plan `B'…

-

He touches down on the edge of Lookout point. Dende is there to greet him.

"Konbanwa (1), Vegeta-sama! What brings you here?" he asks hurriedly.

"I need to speak with Baba," Vegeta orders.

"Baba? Is something wrong?" Dende asks with slight worry.

"Just do it, Namek, so I don't have to kill you with my bare hands!" Vegeta bellows out. The Namekian jumps and hurries off with muttering "Ok! OK!"

Vegeta watches the short green boy run away like a chicken with it's head cut off, nearly barreling into Gohan and Piccolo. Vegeta smirks at the two, as they look ruffled with bruised lips and a slight blush to their skin.

"Vegeta, what's wrong?" Gohan asks, sounding out of breath.

"The woman not satisfying you, boy?" Vegeta comments. Even though the Demi-Saiyan is nearing thirty, Vegeta still acknowledges him as `boy'. Gohan responds by his face turning redder. Piccolo stands in front of the man with a look of determination at the smaller man.

"If you're coming to pick a fight, Vegeta, you've come to the wrong place," Piccolo growls low.

Vegeta chuckles.

"Even if I did want to fight, I sure as Hell wouldn't waste my time on a cradle-robbing sensei," Vegeta smugly put. Piccolo growls low.

"Ah, lighten up, Namek! You're so easy to taunt!" Vegeta blurts out sounding as if carefree. A confused look casts over both Gohan and Piccolo's face. Then the confusion turns to slight fear.

"Vegeta, are you ok?" Gohan asks low, not sure if the man has finally gone off his rocker.

"Let's just say I'm in not in the mood, and leave it at that," the Saiyan bluntly puts.

"I should've known Dende would wake me from my beauty sleep to be sent down by you, Vegeta," a familiar old lady's voice gruffs out. He turns to find the small pink-haired witch sitting on her floating crystal ball looking a bit ticked off. Vegeta smirks.

"I need a dimensional portal that works in time travel," he says.

"WHAT?!" the woman cries out, nearly falling off her ball. "Vegeta, are you insane?! There is no way I'm opening up a portal so you can go wreak havoc! Yamma would have my head!!" she bellows. Vegeta chuckles.

"I know, and I'll make you a deal to prove I won't do such thing." He then leans close to the old witch and whispers into her ear. As each second ticks by her face gets paler and more distressed than the previous second. Both Piccolo and Gohan stare in confusion. He then pulls away to face her.

"Have we got a deal?" Vegeta asks aloud.

"Yes, shimatta! Alright, I'll do it!" she cries out. He leans back with a triumphant smirk.

She then turns around and goes to the edge with Vegeta following.

"Kisama," she murmurs low and then leads him away.

Gohan and Piccolo are left watching in confusion.

"What did he say to her?" Gohan asks low.

"With Vegeta, you never want to know," Piccolo mumbles.

-

She leads him to a deserted land. Grass grows wildly with weeds, trees decaying away. In the distance Vegeta can make out a rotting farmhouse.

"This is it?" he asks finally.

"What? You expected I take you to an abandoned vortex that no one knows about? Save that for the science-fiction stories, monkey boy." she grumbles. Then turning from him, she then raises her arms into the air.

"Oh, spirits of time, show me the path thou whist this foolish monkey wants to go!" she cries out in chant. (2)

"Oi!" Vegeta protests.

"Shh! Oh, spirits, please answer me!" she yells out. Black clouds start forming overhead. Thunder rumbles from within. Suddenly a lightning bolt shoots out from the thick cloud and strikes a tree a few meters from them. Vegeta flinches away as Baba nearly falls off her crystal ball. She climbs back on top of it, straightening herself.

"There it is," she yells over the strong wind threatening to blow her away. Vegeta lifts his arm to block away the wind from his face and sees an oval-shaped opening carved into the tree. He walks over to see smoke swirling into what looked to be a wormhole.

"You mean I have to enter in there?" he yells over the wind.

"You said you wanted a portal!" she yells back. Suddenly she reaches into a pocket and pulls out what looks to be a key of some sort. It is made of garnet, carved into a skeleton key.

"Here! You'll need this!" She yells to him. "The portals are all doors. This'll let you enter whichever one you choose!" she yells. He takes it.

"How do I get back out?" he asks loudly.

"When you found your answer! Now get!" she yells then shoves him through the opening. He cries out and the opening shuts right after he goes in. The wind dies down and the clouds fade away. She sighs while wiping imaginary dust from her dress.

"As much as I hate you, I hope you find your answer. Ganbare (3)," she mumbles low.

He's falling, that's all. Falling into a huge vortex as it sucks him in. He tries to curl himself up into a ball in order to not be torn apart, but the force is just too strong even for him. He starts powering up. Yellow surrounds him and electricity crackles. His black hair fades to yellow as it flows past his knees; his eyes turn seagreen. Feeling the force is now not so harsh, he smirks. He looks at the eye of the vortex and heads for it.

It seems like hours he's been heading for the never-ending eye. Just when he's about to give up from ever reaching the end, he falls suddenly downward on his stomach as if gravity grabs hold of him, and he lands heavily against a stone floor. The impact forces him to go back to normal level. He stands up slowly, finding himself in a flame-lit hallway that seems to go on forever at each end. Doors made of oak that are shaped into tall domes fill the hallway. He looks above to find a ceiling. So how did he fall in? Reaching into the pocket of his jeans, he pulls out the tiny garnet key. He looks at the door in front of him. It has a keyhole that looks like the key will fit into it. He takes a step to the door, but stops suddenly, realizing something.

"How do I know if I'm entering the right portal?" he asks aloud. He then stomps his foot in frustration.

"Damnit! She could've told me which one it is!" he grunts out. He then glances at the keyhole. He kneels to it to gaze in. All he can see is darkness.

"Fuck!" he yells out, hearing his echo down each way of the hall. In a bit of rage his slams his fist against the door. Suddenly something starts to carve into the door. He gasps in mild shock and removes his hand. The carvings instantly fade away. He looks down at his fist. Opening it slowly, he looks down at the glittering key. He looks back at the door. An idea strikes him and his face molds into a look of mild concentration. Then, lifting his hand he slowly presses the head of the key against the wood. The carvings start coming back, this time forming characters he can recognize as Japanese.

"Please try again," he reads. It takes a second for him to register what it means and he snarls out while jerking the key away from the door.

He turns to put the key on another door.

"Uh-uh," (grumble, grumble). He tries another.

"Not even close- AARRRGGG!!!" he screams out in rage.

"This is fucking great! Not only am I in a fucking hall full of endless doors, but they have a fucking sense of humor too!" he snarls out in rage. He jumps back from the last door and splays his right palm at the offending wood with his left grasping the wrist of the splayed hand. Summoning up his ki he blasts at the door. The medium-sized ki ball only ricochets off it like a rubber ball, and the ball sails back at him. He ducks away to have it bounce off the door behind him. Then another across the hall, then another and another, down the right hallway like a Ping-Pong ball. He watches with slight fascination, anger now gone.

"Huh," he says low in slight amusement. He then looks at the door before him, not a scratch on it from that blast.

"You win," he says low, then turns away. As he walks away, he swears he heard a squeaky voice cheer "Victory!"

TO BE CONTINUED…

(1)- Japanese for "Good evening!" I know, it's not really evening, but-… yeah, whatever.

(2)- Yeah, I know the chant is corny but this my fic and I'm too lazy to look up chants so Nyah! XP

(3)- "Good Luck"