Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Isn't it Ironic? ❯ Chapter 3

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

A/N: Heh…. Oops. I lied. Well, guess what? I’m in college now. Fun fun. Essays up the ass. Ugh. Oh well. I won’t keep you waiting any longer now, I promise. Enjoy!

“Speech”
‘Thoughts’

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I land in my front yard and I just stand there, staring at the door, my mind suddenly a tangle of thoughts.
‘What did I just do?’
With Vegeta! Vegeta, of all people! My biggest rival, the person who hates me the most. Loathes me.
“…Vegeta.”
Along with these confused thoughts, images of his bare, sweaty chest, those beautiful, dark-black eyes are burned into my mind. I can feel my body burn for him.
For him? HIM?!
I turn and run, heading to that clearing in the woods, running from my thoughts, my fears.
‘Why? What’s going on with me?! I’m married!’
I keep running, but it’s in vain. I reach the tree, panting, not out of breathe from the running, but this confusion. My burning want for him, my need. I fall to the ground on my knees, while the sun sets behind me.
‘Vegeta….’
“WHY?!”
Animals call, the mountains singing their song around me. It’s a sad, calming, and understanding song. But still it doesn’t change my feelings. I still feel this confusing bundle of emotions spinning around inside me.
‘This can’t be happening…’
My body gets hotter with need as memories of our kiss come rushing back.
‘It can’t be…’
The way his skin felt against mine, how warm and tender his mouth felt as out lips pressed together. Memories of our times together.
‘There’s no way….’
The way he looks as he fights, that gleam of determination in his eyes.
‘Not me, I’m married.’
The way he carries himself…. So proud and confident…
‘I can’t be…’
I look down at my feet and notice a large tent pitched in my pants.
“…I’m gay.” I say, blinking.
My chest pounds as I admit it to myself. “I’m gay?!”
I flop onto the ground on my ass and look straight up at the now pitch black sky. Part of me taken aback by this discovery, the other part isn’t surprised at all. It’s like… I knew it all along, but I just never noticed. And for Vegeta!
This is yet another discovery which I have two parts for; One’s like “What the hell is wrong with you? It’s Vegeta!” and the other is screaming at me, “Duh! Took you long enough, dumbass!!”
“Vegeta…”
Why him, though? He’s the last person who I actually though I would feel this way for. I don’t even think he likes—
Wait!! He kissed me back? Didn’t he? He did! Maybe he has feelings for me, too!
“Vegeta…. Gay? No way!”
Something isn’t right here! How could he proud Saiya-jin no Ouji allow himself to like other men? My head hurts from all the possible reasons.
From the way he describes the Saiya-jin’s, they sound like the type of race to discourage homosexuality, hell, ban it, even… But, I could be wrong. Maybe they’re okay with it. But… still… Vegeta doesn’t seem the type to…
Bulma could be a cover up! Maybe he won’t admit it others… Hell, even I, the supposedly carefree Goku wouldn’t admit it to himself. …Or, notice it all for that matter. Heh. I could see Vegeta pushing it aside without a thought… I wonder how he’s doing now? Heh, if he was ignoring it before, he definitely can’t now! …knowing him he’s probably beating the shit out of himself as I speak, trying to tear his mind off it. (A/N: And back at CC…. V: Aachoo!! …couldn’t resist. Heh.) But… even if I am… I do love Chi chi… and the boys… I could never do that to them… And Vegeta’s got his own family and life…
I sigh as I run my fingers through my hair. “That just makes things even more difficult…” I sit there, mulling it over.
“Konichi’wa, Son.”
I jump, startled. “Holy shit!! …Oh, hey Piccolo. ‘Sup?”
The green Namek shakes his head. “That’s not the problem. What’s bothering you, Son?”
“Errr…” I smile nervously. ‘I was afraid he’d ask…’
“Don’t try to hide it, Son. It’s written all over your face.”
I sigh. “Fine, Piccolo… I… I think I love ‘Geta.”
Surprisingly, he doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by this. “It’s about time you figured it out.”
I almost fall over. “Nani?! You knew? I just figured it out!”
He chuckles. “Hai, I knew. I always knew. You looked at each other like Roshi does his hentai. …Although neither of you seem to notice it. I’m surprised Vegeta didn’t figure it out…..” He mumbles out, “Or maybe he already has…”
I blink and straighten up. “You think he has?”
“Most likely, he’s not na ve…. But, I can see him not wanting to admit to it.”
“Hai… that’s what I said.”
A silence takes over, the both of them thinking.
“….Piccolo?”
“Hai?”
 220;You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
“No… but Gohan already knows.”
“Nani?!” Gah! They all know except for me!
“Hm. We talked about it. …he want you two to get together. He’s sick of you and you wife fighting. He doesn’t want Goten to grow up with that.”
I blink and look at the ground. ‘Gohan…’ I had no idea… he must’ve gone through a lot with out me here. Maybe I should… but I don’t want Goten to grow up in a broken home, either. It’s a toughie. “…should I talk to Vegeta about it?”
“I’d wait a bit. You were just there, right?”
I blush. “Hai… we kissed.”
“He’s probably freaking out about it right now. Give him time to cool down and come to terms with it.”
“How long?”
“A couple of days should be good.”
“Gee, Piccolo, I never thought you’d be good at this kind of stuff. …You should get a talk show like Dr. Phil.”
“Hn. Baka.”
“Heee…” I rub the back of my head sheepishly.

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A few days have passed. I’m starting to get edgy. Thinking about Chi chi’s reaction… Maybe even losing Goten… it scares me. But I know I want him. I can feel it in my gut. It just sounds right, the more I think about it. He haunts my dreams, making me wake in a sweat… with an annoying arousal as well. I still don’t know what to say to him. …what if he’s really not? Or just doesn’t like me? Or… maybe he’s not willing to give up Bulma?
“Ugh… confusing.”
“What’s confusing, ‘Tousan?” Gohan look up at me from the floor, playing a board game with Goten and Trunks.
“Errrr…” ‘Think fast!’ “This book I’m reading. It, uh, the main character’s got to make a decision, and quick.” Phew. It’s a good thing I had this book.
“Oh, I see. Is it good?”
“Hai. Very.” …I would’ve loved to talk to Gohan about it… but not with the boys in there and Chi chi in the other room. “Hey, Gohan?”
“Hai?”
“I talked to Piccolo last night.”
“Oh? How’s he?”
“He seemed good… he talked to me about something… I think we should talk about it.”
He looks a little nervous for some reason. “Uh… O-okay…”
“I’ll be out back.”
“Hai.”

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I sit out by the tree, waiting for my oldest son. I hope he can help me… he’s always been good with stuff like this. I hear a rustling in the bushes and the spiky haired youth walks out, his right hand in his pocket. He looks kinda of nervous.
‘Hmm… I wonder what’s bothering him?’
He sits down next to me. “Hey, Dad. You…wanted to talk to me?”
“Hai… It’s about Vegeta.”
He suddenly looks completely relaxed and relieved. “Oh? What’s wrong with him now?”
“Nothing really… It’s… well… Piccolo said you’ve caught us looking at each other in an odd way.”
“Hm? Oh.Er… Why do you mention that?”
“Well… I’ve fallen for him.”
“Ah… you figured it out. Well… what do you plan on doing about it?”
“I’m not sure. That’s why I came to you. …do you really think Goten will be better off with out me and Chichi being together?”
“Hai, you two fight way too much. He’s bothered by it… even though you may not notice.”
“But… I don’t want to lose him. I think she’d try to keep me from seeing him.”
“Maybe. But, I don’t think she’d go that far.”
“…”
“Go for it, dad. It’s about time you did something to make yourself happy instead of focusing on others. You deserve it.”
I blush slightly. “You think so?”
“Know so.” He smiles gently. He looks so much like me…
“Well, ‘Tousan… I’m going back inside. Dinner should be done soon.”
I nod and we both stand up. “Thank you, son.”
He grins. “Let’s go.”


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A/N: Short chapter, I know. But, I’m out of writers block and I plan on starting the neck chapter in a few seconds. ^.^ so… Ja ne! and thanks for reading! Please review! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Heh.