Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 13 ( Chapter 13 )

Hello, dishgurl! Yeah, took me long enough. Sorry for that. But hope you'll enjoy this chapter.

 

Hello, NewFan! Yep, I don't like the fics where Yamcha is portrayed as a brainless whore.

 

You'll found some funny-idiotic things here again. This fic is a relaxation. Well, most of it, anyway.

 

Hello, LadyKATT! Hope everything is fine with you. Just enjoy the chapter ^_~

 

Hello, Viandra! Yes, Vegeta is not only slightly out of character, but also a great deal out of character. Hey, panic attacks and the great affection to Trunks are my creation, aren't they? So logically the fic had to shift to accommodate those things. Later…later it just became drama/comedy. Playing Home is my least favorite work.

 

I just love when I get scolded because of bad grammar by people who don't exactly write correctly themselves, hahaah Okay, no, I'm not angry or anything - everything you said is true. It's that I always have problems with my betas. It's either they disappear hell knows where, or that in the end they become so influenced by my work, the way I make sentences, that in the end they just don't notice them. Believe me - to beta-read me is a much greater work than you can imagine. Sometimes they even don't understand what I wanted to say with one or another sentence. And sometimes they want to change too much. Ah, you just had to see several teary sessions while I was trying to get my chapters back in order after I got them back already “beta-read” - I'm quite possessive over my work.

 

My beta leaves several grammar mistakes. Yeah, she does, and you are not the first one to say that to me. I don't want to look for other beta because I like this one, and may it be more friendship than her “earned” work on betaing my fics, but friendship is much more important to me than this fic. We are important to each other.

 

Practice a little grammar? *sighs* Here we go again… I'm practicing already…how many? Five, six years? Having in mind that I started learning English six years ago, I don't consider myself such a great failure. The thing is that I don't seem to move anywhere further. No amount of reading or learning helps. It's that the sentence structure is way too different from the one in my language. I'm not even talking about that shit the most Americans are spewing in their “day-language”. I don't even understand the reviews such people leave for me, hahaha

 

I'm glad that you liked my fics, but so far the beta stays the same. Actually I'm translating one my fic into German. One day I'll post it (the English version hadn't been posted either), so maybe that one will make you to heave out a relaxed sigh.

 

Anyways, hope you'll enjoy this chapter. Use some strong fixation gel for your hair ^_~

 

 

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

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Goku x Vegeta.

 

Playing Home by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com)

 

Part 13

 

Yamcha woke up late that day. But he was not the only one who slept in. Yamcha could hear the two Saiyans in their room, on the opposite side of the wall. Goku was attempting to talk Vegeta out of using the Gravity Room, and Vegeta was cursing and being stubborn.

 

“To hell with you,” Goku sighed. “Alright. I see it's no use. But please, just two hours?”

 

Yamcha heard Vegeta mumble something then the bed squeaked.

 

“Two hours and a half,” Vegeta bargained to Yamcha's surprise.

 

“Okay,” Goku sighed.

 

“I'm going to the shower,” Vegeta declared.

 

Yamcha heard the footsteps from the opposite side of the wall and thought about fleeing the room, but he wasn't sure if Goku would be happy knowing that he overheard their entire conversation last night. So he stayed in bed not making any sounds. And who in the hell made the damn walls?!

 

After some time he heard the footsteps come back. There was a loud wet smack, Goku's yelp and the bed screeched again.

 

“Go take a shower,” Vegeta said.

 

“Why?” Goku chuckled. “I just bathed three days ago. But I know what would make me wash…” Yamcha heard very strange notes in Goku's voice he had never before heard.

 

“Woman said no fucking in her house.”

 

Yamcha's eyes bulged out at that. And why did he have to be stuck in this room?!

 

“Since when do you care?” Goku sounded a bit surprised.

 

“It's her house after all. I wouldn't be very happy if someone fucked in our house.”

 

“Goku, listen to Vegeta,” Yamcha inaudibly muttered. “Pretty please.”

 

“Oh, c'mon, she'll never know,” Goku didn't step back. “Just one little quickie? Really quick?”

 

To his horror Yamcha heard the bed in other side of the wall squeak loudly.

 

“IT us home, and I'll think about that,” Vegeta's voice was one long purr.

 

“But I want heeere…”

 

“Mrrr…” Vegeta purred. “You are turning into a real hentai…”

 

A loud gasp followed Vegeta's words then loud wet smacking sounds were heard. Yamcha cursed the moment he decided to stay at Capsule Corporation over night.

 

Someone loudly sneezed.

 

“Alright,” Vegeta said. “I like your tail, but could you stop poking me in the nose?”

 

“Shut up and lie still.”

 

Yamcha's eyes widened at Goku's firm response.

 

“I have work to do, you know,” Goku purred then.

 

For some time there was silence, only an occasional rustling of bed sheets. Then someone's moan, and soft pants followed. Groan. Two groans. Gasp. Pant. More panting. The bed started to shake. Then the wall. The moans grew louder.

 

“Dammit, Vegeta, do you want everyone to hear us?” Goku panted out.

 

“Shut the fuck up! Harder!” Vegeta loudly groaned.

 

Yamcha heard a loud slap. Did Goku just hit Vegeta?!

 

“Harder!”

 

Another slap followed.

 

“Yes… Oh Gods…” someone groaned.

 

Yamcha stuck a pillow over his ears. And what idiot invented sex?! No, who invented Saiyans?! Unbelievable. To his further annoyance, Yamcha noticed that he was getting hard himself. No, really unbelievable… Damn Saiyans.

 

The wall pulsated wildly threatening to crumble into dust as the hard rocking shook it. Now Goku was even louder than Vegeta, but soon there was a strangled shout and after a moment another one came. Then silence followed. Well…that was really quick.

 

“Fancy a shower?” Goku gasped out. “Again?” There was a slight slap of flesh on flesh.

 

“Only if you take me to it,” Vegeta rasped out. “I don't think that I'll be able to walk.”

 

Did Vegeta HAVE to say that?!

 

“Good,” Goku chuckled. “Maybe now you'll forget your Gravity Room.”

 

There was a loud growl.

 

“Joking. Just joking!” Goku panicked.

 

XXXXX

 

Goku was bored. Vegeta was in the G. R., and Goku had nothing to do. At first he considered visiting Goten, but then remembered that Goten was in school. With Gohan the matter was similar. Besides, he wasn't sure that he wanted to make the first move. It wasn't that they didn't talk to each other anymore, no, of course, not, but there was some tension and uneasiness between them. It was strange: it seemed that Gohan understood his and Vegeta's relationship, but something wasn't right.

 

Goku sighed. He really was bored. Boredom brought sad thoughts. Nothing good.

 

Then Goku remembered Kamala. He and Krillin had to spar today. Well, if Krillin's sober now …yesterday the shortest Z fighter drank a lot more than all of them put together.

 

Goku checked for Krillin's and Kamala's ki and found them near each other. In the next second Goku was on the training ground.

 

Krillin was stretching and Kamala was standing a bit farther, watching him, his hands crossed, dark brown tail wrapped around his waist, long hair swaying in the rushing wind. He was wearing one of the blue training suits, given him by Vegeta. It was old and torn in several places.

 

Goku caught himself thinking that Kamala really was a very handsome male. While approaching the two he scolded himself mentally.

 

Raaven stood much farther from the two soon-to-be-sparring-partners. His eyes were fixed on Krillin, watching his preparation for the spar with a bit of amusement; he was sure that his mate would win this spar.

 

Goku went to Raaven, but on his way he faltered - Raaven's eyes widened and the Saiyan began to back up from him. Goku reassuringly smiled but then completely stopped, seeing an overflowing fear on Raaven's face.

 

“Leave my mate alone,” Kamala's voice wafted from behind Goku.

 

Goku turned around. “I just…”

 

“I know. But just leave him alone,” Kamala's tone hardened. He turned to Raaven to say something in Saiyan. Raaven nodded and took off.

 

“He has to learn to trust. He can't live like that,” Goku watched the spot in the sky that was Raaven. He turned around to look at Kamala who was also watching his mate. Kamala's face was so sad, so thoughtful that Goku suddenly felt his heart spasm. He wanted to comfort Kamala somehow; he himself was so happy with Vegeta.

 

“He'll learn,” Kamala suddenly turned to him. “But don't rush him. We've only been here several months. Everything's changed. He's very confused right now. Very happy but very confused.”

 

Goku stared at Kamala. “H-how? You speak almost fluently in Terran..?”

 

Kamala rolled his eyes at him. “Well, sometimes your mate pisses me off. It is better that he doesn't know some things. We aren't the Saiyans he wants us to be. I think you can understand us - you don't live under the rules of Saiyan society. I don't need any new power over my head. The only thing that I want is a future for my mate and child. I'm afraid that while running away from one cage we can get caught in another one. But if I can count on you, we'll manage to stay away from it.”

 

Goku's eyes hardened. “You know that I wouldn't go against my mate.”

 

Kamala softly laughed at him. “You are already going against him, and he lets you. You don't accept his leadership. As long as you don't accept it, Raaven and I are safe also.”

 

“Kamala, I don't know what you are imagining here, but Vegeta doesn't want to control either of you. Neither do I. True, he wants your compliance, but he isn't going to misuse it. He's a fair player when it comes to pride and trust.”

 

“Prince Vegeta wants power. The more the better. You know, I was so afraid of coming to Earth. But nobody asked us. Fire Clan just assumed that we belonged with our Prince.”

 

“You want to leave?” Goku asked.

 

“No, I want to feel safe. Me, my mate and my future children. It's simple, Kakarott,” Kamala sighed.

 

Goku stood still for some time. “Then you have nothing to be afraid of. I have two sons of my own, you know I wouldn't ever let Vegeta become more than I can handle.”

 

“That I wanted to hear,” Kamala nodded, his eyes leaving Goku's face. He turned to look at Krillin who had finished stretching a while ago and was prepared to have a go. “I really did piss your mate off, didn't I?” he sighed. “Krillin is probably five times stronger than me, isn't he?”

 

“Yeah…” Goku scratched his head. He wondered how Kamala knew. He wasn't sure if he was going to tell Vegeta about this conversation; there were things that Vegeta didn't need to know.

 

Goku wondered where Kamala and Raaven learned fighting. Nobody taught them probably. One time he saw Kamala and Raaven fighting with each other while arguing over something. Well, that really wasn't a fight, but still…

 

Goku sat on the ground and watched the two combatants take their stance. Krillin attacked first. Kamala hardly managed to avoid the punch thrown at his face and almost landed on his backside while moving back but at the last moment managed to regain his balance. Krillin attacked again. Kamala jumped high into the air to avoid Krillin and landed a solid kick on Krillin's back. Krillin flew to the ground to sprawl with his face in the dust.

 

“I said not to drink too much!” Goku shouted, laughing at Krillin.

 

“Shut up!” Krillin shook his fist at Goku, ashamed that he was caught by such an obvious move. “How about blasts?” he asked Kamala after standing up and dusting himself off.

 

Kamala's face got a very torturous look. “I don't have any practice at all…”

 

“About the time to start,” Krillin grinned widely, throwing a Destructo Disk at Kamala.

 

Kamala whitened. He jumped to the side. His eyes widened even more as he saw that Destructo Disk following him. He had no idea how powerful it was, or how to get rid of it. He probably would have tried to block it, but didn't want to be cut in half.

 

Goku blocked the Destructo Disc with his hand and sent it away, towards Krillin who absorbed his energy back. Goku turned to look at Kamala who was behind his back. Kamala blinked innocently then grinned widely.

 

“I think first you have to learn how to sense ki…” Goku grinned back.

 

“For Gods' sake,” Krillin shouted, “come back. Or are you going to hide behind Goku's back the whole day? It was only a tiny blast, it wouldn't have hurt a fly!”

 

“A Fly?” Kamala asked Goku.

 

“Small annoying creature that flies all the time around and sticks to the food,” Goku explained.

 

“Ah.”

 

Goku turned to Krillin. “No blasts today, he needs to learn sensing ki first, and as far as I remember, he isn't accurate with creating his own blasts either.”

 

“Hey, who's sparring here after all?” Krillin gave an insulted look to Goku.

 

After half an hour Kamala was completely beaten. He walked over to Goku and sat next to him while nursing his bruised shoulder. Kamala sighed then turned his attention to his swollen foot.

 

“I presume Krillin is the strongest of Humans,” he asked.

 

“Yeah. Vegeta was VERY angry with you,” Goku chuckled.

 

Kamala nodded. “I need someone closer to my league.”

 

“Well…All of us can suppress our ki.”

 

“Then why was that bastard so eager to beat me so fast?” Kamala carefully poked his bruised arm.

 

“Vegeta asked him, or rather ordered…” Goku laughed.

 

“Clear then…” Kamala sighed then raised his head to look at Krillin who was speeding back home. Krillin told them he'd promised his wife to come back early. “Listen, maybe you'd show me how to feel the ki of others? I mean, if your mate wouldn't mind?” he quickly added.

 

Goku thought a moment. Why not? Vegeta didn't seem to be jealous about either of the two Saiyans. “Yes, of course. When?”

 

Kamala shrugged. “I'll probably need a week to heal or even more… Raaven will tear my head off…”

 

“Yeah, he was sure that you'd win,” Goku nodded.

 

“Why say that I didn't?” Kamala looked at him.

 

“Oh…” Goku suddenly realized why Kamala sent Raaven home. Kamala didn't want Raaven to think that he wasn't able to protect him [Raaven].

 

“Yeah. It's hard to be the savior of the day, isn't it?” Kamala turned away to gaze at the forest on the horizon. He then slowly got up, leaving Goku deep in thought.

 

“Yes, it is,” Goku silently whispered agreeing.

 

XXXXX

 

Vegeta wanted to kill himself. And what idiot thought that the Circus would be fun?! Oh, it was him… Dammit! To tell the truth it was fun when one of the Humans fell off the rope, but it didn't last long. Damn!

 

He surveyed the hall. Parents with children, grandparents with grandchildren. Everyone excited and shouting and clapping their hands and sweating. The heat and scents were unbelievably unbearable. Alright, he didn't know what a Circus was, but how could those people bring their children here?! All right, nobody seemed to be hurt, but that definitely was going to leave some serious mental damage in their children's brains.

 

Vegeta snorted at the man who just picked up two hundred kilograms. Ridiculous. If Krillin got paid each time he picked his car up while fixing it…

 

Boring, boring, boring. But Trunks seemed to be excited. Good for him. No one would ever be able to talk him into coming back to this horror show! Gods, and what one wouldn't do for their children… It's the same with sweets and sugar. One knows how bad they are for the teeth, but one wants his kid happy. Hmm… That reminded him of Kakarott. Kakarott and sweets. Did Kakarott treat him like a child?! Hmm… the last fuck… What had that to do with sweets…? Why sweets? No, the hall really was too full. There wasn't any air!

 

“Dad, are you okay?” Trunks observed Vegeta's pale face.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Let's go outside,” Trunks stood up worried. “You really don't look well.”

 

Vegeta leaned on the wall outside. He still felt dizzy but he was starting to feel better. He saw Trunks returning with a paper cup full of water.

 

“You should have told me,” Trunks accused, giving water to his father.

 

Vegeta silently drank his water. He watched his son's face.

 

“How do you feel, really?” Trunks took the empty paper cup.

 

“Better,” Vegeta closed his eyes. “But not very well,” he admitted.

 

“Do you want me to call Goku?” Trunks reached for the phone in his pocket.

 

“No, it's nothing,” Vegeta shook his head. “I just hate crowds.”

 

Trunks felt guilty. He knew that, but he was hoping that his father would like the Circus. “I'm sorry.”

 

“No, I should have asked what a “Circus” is.”

 

Trunks laughed. “You mean, you had no idea?”

 

Vegeta glared at him. He pushed himself off the wall and began walking away from the tent. “You can stay if you want, but there's no way I'm going back there.”

 

Trunks glared at Vegeta's back, insulted. Of course he wasn't going back! He caught up with his father.

 

“So what you are gonna call him?” Trunks asked with a smile. He watched his father's eyes focus on a cotton candy in the shop window.

 

“Whom?” Vegeta scrutinized the shop then sighed and turned to Trunks.

 

“My brother, of course,” Trunks rolled his eyes.

 

“Vegeta, of course,” Vegeta mimicked him.

 

Trunks pouted. “Why didn't you name me after you?” He had to repeat the question, because Vegeta seemed to be uncomfortable about that. Trunks already didn't expect to hear an answer but after a long silent pause Vegeta opened his mouth. Then he closed it. Then opened it again, and again closed it. Trunks felt himself sweating.

 

“I…I,” Vegeta couldn't force himself to look at the boy's eyes. How could that have been important at the time?! Trunks is his son, his firstborn, so why did it make a difference?! Why?! But now he couldn't lie. “You aren't full-blooded.” His heart skipped a beat seeing his son's face.

 

“I see…” Trunks was staring at some man's back, wishing that he would move faster. Suddenly Trunks wanted to run, to hide somewhere and simply let it all out. It was because he was a hybrid. His father will never accept him, because he is a hybrid.

 

Trunks could hardly see his way through his blurry eyes. He hated. He hated that small creature inside his father. It was difficult before. He'd struggled so hard to be with his father, until they got to this point in their relationship, and now some other child was going to take everything away. Full-blooded Saiyan, another Vegeta, the continuation of the line. His father will forget him in an instant once the baby is born.

 

Vegeta knew he shouldn't have said that, but he never lied to his son. They silently walked past the gates then turned into the park alley. Vegeta wasn't sure of what to say. He knew that he should say something. But what? All he said was true - several months after Trunks birth, he still didn't care about the child. Only later something snapped inside him, when he saw the bubbling baby fall into the swimming pool. He fished Trunks out of it. But then he realized that he should finally start appreciating what he had; it was too easy to lose everything.

 

Now he didn't care about that shit. Many years and many events have passed since that incident. Now he would give the name of Vegeta to Trunks without a doubt. Sure, Trunks carried his name anyway, but not as his first name. But the boy now knew that it would be different, didn't he? Sure he did.

 

“Do you want an ice-” Vegeta turned to his son after seeing an ice-cream shop.

 

Vegeta stopped frozen. There were wet tear-tracks on Trunks' cheeks. Vegeta felt something horrible squeeze his throat. He had never seen Trunks cry before, not after he stopped being a toddler. At least not like this…he could tell a difference between an angry tantrum and this…this… Oh Gods, how could he have done that? He stood there frozen, watching his son's receding back, and felt completely, utterly failed.

 

Something was wrong. Trunks stared at his father, stupefied. He had never seen something like this before. His father's ki was jumping like mad. Something was really, really wrong.

 

“Dad!” Trunks pushed people aside after Vegeta collapsed to the ground. “Dad!” he threw someone else away. He reached to his pocket, but before he could have reached the phone, there was a swish of air, an orange blur, and in a blink of an eye the entire crowd was scattered in all directions.

 

Trunks managed to keep his phone intact when Goku swatted him and several people into a nearby tree, away from Vegeta. Trunks stared at Goku's back who was leaning over his father, saying something then they both were gone.

 

XXXXX

 

Vegeta didn't react. Goku gazed at Vegeta in his arms while trying to remember where he put the medicine.

 

Vegeta was still unconscious. Even after he had given the medicine to Vegeta, his mate didn't react at all. Goku was worried. And Vegeta's ki, although it stopped jumping, it was too low. That was one of the strongest panic attacks Goku had ever seen. Baby's ki wasn't affected but it wasn't good, wasn't good at all…

 

Goku sighed in relief after noticing Vegeta's eyelashes flutter then his eyes open. He could see Vegeta searching the room then confused eyes concentrated on him. And then tears, even sobs.

 

“Gods, Vegeta, what happened?” Goku was immediately at Vegeta's side, the prince folded in Goku's arms.

 

Vegeta didn't answer, the sobs only increased. Goku felt the tears stain his gi. He tried to calm his mate down, but Vegeta didn't react to anything he said or did. Soon Goku realized that not only was Vegeta not calming down but the situation began to deteriorate rapidly - Vegeta started shaking and it seemed that he was nearing another panic attack.

 

Goku reached for his phone, but after Vegeta loudly gasped, he tossed it back onto the table, swooped Vegeta into his arms again and concentrated on Bulma's ki.

 

Bulma watched Vegeta's pale face. Only after she injected an unbelievable amount of soporifics did Vegeta calm down.

 

“What happened?” Bulma turned to Goku.

 

“I don't know,” Goku shook his head. “I just felt his ki jumping funny. I found him…” he thought a moment, “well, I don't remember where… I think it was some park…I think I saw some trees.”

 

“Where's Trunks?” Bulma asked.

 

“Why?”

 

“Vegeta was at the Circus with Trunks.”

 

“The Circus?” Goku furrowed his brows. “Crowds make Vegeta feel dizzy. He shouldn't have gone!”

 

“I found that strange too, but he agreed,” Bulma shrugged. “Can you feel Trunks?”

 

Goku concentrated and after a minute nodded. “Yes, he's on his way here. Maybe he'll know what the hell that was. It's been several months since Vegeta had his last panic attack. I hoped it was over. And this…something serious happened.”

 

Trunks silently entered the lab. He felt terrible. About twenty minutes ago he wanted the baby to die. Did he cause those spasms that he saw his father have? Was it because of him? Was it his fault?

 

“Trunks?” Bulma turned to her son. “Do you know what happened?”

 

Trunks flattened himself to the door. “No…”

 

“Were you with your father at the time?” Bulma asked again.

 

“Yes,” Trunks meekly nodded.

 

“What were you doing?”

 

Trunks squirmed then looked at the floor. “He felt sick in the Circus so we went for a walk outside.”

 

“What were you talking about?” Goku's voice was much sterner.

 

Trunks cringed. “Nothing.”

 

“What were you talking about?” Goku calmly repeated. He knew that he was speaking with a child, but he just couldn't help it; he was screaming inside.

 

“I asked what its name's gonna to be.”

 

Goku and Bulma looked at Trunks surprised.

 

“'Its?'” Goku cocked his head to the side. It was the first time he heard Trunks call the baby “it”. Usually Trunks addressed the baby “my brother”, “a baby”, “a child”, but Goku had never heard “it” before.

 

“Well, the baby's…”

 

“Continue,” Goku decided to leave it for now.

 

“He said that it will be Vegeta, and I asked why he didn't call ME Vegeta.”

 

Shit. Goku grit his teeth in annoyance. Of course. Once Ahrae said that there are only two reasons for Vegeta to have a panic attack - he, Goku, and Trunks. Damn, the girl was right.

 

“What did he answer?” Goku sighed.

 

“He said that it was because I wasn't full-blooded.”

 

“And?”

 

“That's all.”

 

Goku didn't think that it was all, but he could see that Trunks was already terrified. Goku let it be. He scooped Vegeta into his arms and carried his mate into his old room. He tucked Vegeta in the bed then lay down next to his mate, drawing him close to his body. It wasn't the first time he'd wondered about Vegeta's body temperature reacting to his moods: when Vegeta was sad or depressed, the temperature was always lower, and it was easy to discern that by simply touching Vegeta. Goku had never noticed that about his own body.

 

Goku listened to Vegeta's calm breathing for some time then kissed his mate's temple. He brushed a hair-strand from Vegeta's forehead and sighed. Vegeta was so vulnerable. One almost couldn't do anything to him physically but Vegeta's mental state… Vegeta lacked self-confidence and trust. He had plenty of pride, or so he thought that he had, but in reality Vegeta had very low self-esteem. Vegeta had so many fears that Goku wondered how he was able to live at all.

 

Goku absently stroked Vegeta's hair. And what was Vegeta doing at the Circus?! Vegeta couldn't stand mobs and crowds, he usually felt ill. Vegeta couldn't even stand too many things in the house! He'd felt trapped then. Trunks must have known that! He really knew! He'd have to have a talk with that brat!

 

A growl erupted from Goku's throat and Goku immediately regretted it, because Vegeta flinched and subconsciously shied away from him. Goku waited a moment then pulled Vegeta back to his warmer body.

 

XXXXX

 

He was warm and comfortable. He snuggled closer into that warmth, to that broad chest. Something bad happened but now he didn't want to remember that. Now he was safe, warm and he wanted to stay like that. His mate was here, he didn't need anything else, he didn't want to think about anything else.

 

Goku felt Vegeta snuggle closer to him and sighed in relief. Vegeta wasn't hysterical anymore. He began running gentle circles with his arms over Vegeta's back and was delighted to hear Vegeta's soft purr. Goku knew that it wasn't right, that what was now happening, but Bulma had warned him about the opiating effect after the injection. After raising Vegeta's chin, he saw that it was exactly the case: Vegeta's eyes were clouded and unfocused. Goku doubted that Vegeta knew where he was. He pressed his mate's head to his chest then kissed Vegeta's temple.

 

Soon Goku noticed Vegeta gradually becoming aware of his surroundings. He grew worried after feeling Vegeta's heartbeat much more rapidly against his chest. Vegeta's breathing hitched and a slight tremor wracked Vegeta's whole frame. Vegeta's hold on him lessened and after a minute Vegeta let go of him altogether.

 

“Vegeta?” Goku brushed over his mate's hair.

 

Vegeta didn't say anything, just got up a bit shakily and went into the bathroom. Goku heard the sounds of vomiting then the water running.

 

Goku sat on the bed and waited for Vegeta to return from the bathroom, but as Vegeta took too long, he went to see if everything was all right. He knocked but there was no answer. After opening the door Goku saw Vegeta lying on the floor entangled in the towels. Vegeta was fast asleep. Goku listened to Vegeta's soft breathing for some time then silently went back into the room, retrieved the covers, walked back into the bathroom placed them over Vegeta, then after closing the door behind him, walked back to the bed and went to sleep.

 

XXXXX

 

Vegeta stared at his face in the mirror. He had no idea how he'd fallen asleep in the bathroom, even less as to how long he'd been sleeping. But he remembered that stupid incident with Trunks. He badly wanted to speak with his son.

 

Vegeta rubbed his forehead. He still was still dizzy, but it was going away.

 

Vegeta opened the door and went into the bedroom. Kakarott was asleep in the bed, his face turned toward the bathroom. Kakarott probably had been waiting for him and fell asleep.

 

Vegeta felt guilt washing over him - he caused so many problems, made Kakarott so worried over him.

 

Goku woke up, feeling something warm wrap around him. For several moments he gazed into Vegeta's eyes unsure how to act then heaved a sigh of relief.

 

“Gods, how you scared me,” he disheveled Vegeta's hair. “Tell me what happened.”

 

“I don't know exactly…” Vegeta shrugged.

 

“Trunks said that you two were talking about the baby's name.”

 

“Yes,” Vegeta nodded. “He's very angry with me now.”

 

“He's more worried and afraid than angry,” Goku shook his head, yawning and getting up out of bed. “But why did you react so strongly?”

 

“You must have seen his eyes…” Vegeta shuddered.

 

“You blacked out then?”

 

“More or less… I think I hit someone first,” Vegeta shrugged. “I don't remember.”

 

Goku was glad that Vegeta seemed to be calm. The panic attack has passed and everything was okay. Goku suddenly felt Vegeta's mouth on his own, his mate's tongue brushing over his lower lip. Goku couldn't scent any arousal; Vegeta was seeking comfort.

 

Vegeta was shy. Goku didn't see any reason for that. He opened his mouth further, his one hand gently massaging Vegeta's nape.

 

Finally Vegeta broke the kiss and pressed his head to Goku's shoulder. They sat like that for a couple of minutes until Vegeta shifted.

 

“I'm hungry,” he complained.

 

“Thank Gods,” Goku laughed, brushing over Vegeta's stomach. “Hope we still have something left in the kitchen.”

 

The dinner party Bulma spoke of at the barbeque clearly was over (it was 7pm after all) but Goku hoped that they would find something in the fridge.

 

They dressed and went downstairs. Goku noticed that Vegeta's steps still were a bit shaky, but otherwise Vegeta seemed to be fine. But, as soon as they walked into the kitchen, Goku stopped, being unsure what to do. Trunks. Trunks was there. Goku immediately grabbed Vegeta's upper arm. Not so much to keep him steady but more for reassurance. What Goku didn't predict was Trunks.

 

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!” Trunks clung to Vegeta, almost knocking them down. “I didn't want that! It was so stupid, I know!” Trunks cried into his father's chest.

 

“Stop crying and explain what you're talking about,” Vegeta sighed, ruffling Trunks' hair.

 

Trunks began to cry even louder. “I was so jealous… I wanted… I wanted the baby to die…”

 

Vegeta listened to his son's quick prattle then squatted next to Trunks and started talking. Said everything he ever wanted to say his son, but never could. Told Trunks that he didn't need to be afraid, that the Little wouldn't ever take his place. Said that Trunks would always be loved and didn't need to have any fears.

 

XXXXX

 

They found Bulma's mother in the kitchen. Of course the dinner was finished a long time ago, but the fridge was full of leftovers.

 

The three ate in comfortable silence then Goku and Vegeta went into the living room, and Trunks ran upstairs to finish his homework.

 

XXXXX

 

They were sitting comfortably on the huge black sofa. Actually Vegeta was lying, his head on Goku's lap, legs stretched over the sofa's length. He apparently was dozing while Goku watched TV and absentmindedly played with Vegeta's hair.

 

Yamcha's ear detected a vibrating sound and he was able to identify a louder purr as Goku's and a softer one as Vegeta's. Well, yes, Yamcha'd heard Goku purr several times, but Vegeta… Yamcha shifted from one foot to another.

 

Vegeta's head snapped to the side where Yamcha was standing. Vegeta's body tensed, his eyes narrowed. Yamcha nervously gulped as Goku threateningly growled, his hand immediately wrapping around Vegeta's waist, protectively pulling Vegeta close to his body.

 

“Ah, it's you,” Goku smiled then after noticing Yamcha. Goku's hand loosened on Vegeta's waist. “Don't sneak up on us like that.” Goku smiled again, but Yamcha knew that Goku was being very serious.

 

Yamcha walked over to them. He became a bit unsure as he saw Vegeta quickly get up and leave the room. He noticed Goku trying to hold Vegeta down, but Vegeta just shoved Goku's hand away.

 

“How is he?” Yamcha asked after Vegeta left. Yamcha had noticed the strange jumps in Vegeta's ki, and later was told that Vegeta didn't feel very well.

 

“I think he's alright,” Goku pulled himself up on the sofa.

 

“Look,” Yamcha said, shifting uneasily. “I'm sorry for earlier. I just…well… That was a big surprise… I want to apologize to Vegeta too, but you saw…” he threw his hands up in despair.

 

Goku gazed at Yamcha in confusion. He wondered why Yamcha suddenly decided to let it all go. Yesterday Yamcha was almost hostile to Vegeta and now he's apologizing and asking about Vegeta's health.

 

“Oh, oh shiiit…” Goku stammered after a minute. His face flushed bright red. “You heard everything, didn't you?” He remembered once staying at Capsule Corporation in the same room and having no sleep because of Trunks listening to his music in the next room.

 

Yamcha blushed to match Goku. “Well…” he shifted. “More than I wanted to hear…” He squirmed then even more. “Just don't think that I did that intentionally or anything… It just…”

 

Goku hid his face in his palms. “Why you didn't say anything?”

 

“Well, Vegeta…”

 

Goku groaned in embarrassment. He shook his head. “Just don't tell anyone, or Vegeta will kill us both… I hope you were alone in that room?”

 

“Yeah…” Yamcha sheepishly ruffled through his hair while staring at Goku's boots. “And there's almost nothing to tell…that quickie was really quick…”

 

“Oh Gods,” Goku groaned again. “Just shut up.”

 

Yamcha nervously laughed. “Sorry.”

 

XXXXX

 

The next day Yamcha went to the kitchen to look for some sweets. It was part of Goku's cunning plan to make Yamcha and Vegeta friends.

 

After purchasing a big chocolate that usually was used for decorating chocolate cakes, he walked into Vegeta's den. But before entering it, he stopped dead in his tracks while witnessing an unbelievable scene.

 

“What would you say if we found a nice quiet place where your boyfriend wouldn't be able to find us?”

 

Yamcha, his eyes wide, stared at an older man who had just suggested such thing to Vegeta, the man's hand on Vegeta's ass, squeezing hard. Yamcha recognized the man as one of Capsule Corporation's shareholders.

 

Yamcha could see Vegeta's shocked face slowly turn to the man whose face was one big grin after he mistook the silence for agreement. The next moment Vegeta was flattened to the sofa, the man's hands roaming freely over Vegeta's body.

 

Then Yamcha noticed Vegeta awaken from his stupor: the prince's eyes narrowed dangerously, a threatening growl echoed in the room and then the man was thrown into a wall behind him.

 

“Please, no!” Yamcha grabbed Vegeta's wrist the last minute before Vegeta could have delivered a crushing blow to the man's scull. “He's a well-known person, Bulma and you will have too much trouble,” Yamcha quickly spilled as he saw Vegeta's other hand reaching for his own throat. Vegeta was clearly pissed off.

 

Yamcha felt relieved as Vegeta seemed to be considering his words. Vegeta's hand stopped in mid-air then began to retreat. Then Yamcha noticed Vegeta's eyes lock on his hand that was holding Vegeta's right wrist. Yamcha's and Vegeta's eyes crossed.

 

“Let go immediately,” Vegeta's tone was deadly.

 

“Err…” Yamcha quickly let go of Vegeta's wrist; if the pervert had to die, he had no wish to join him.

 

The man was staring at Vegeta with big eyes, still dizzy from his urgent and hard flight into the wall. He probably was realizing that Vegeta didn't exactly accept his suggestion. Yamcha relieved exhaled as Vegeta's fist stopped targeting the man's head.

 

“Though, I find it very necessary to break some of his bones,” Yamcha suggested to Vegeta. “Just for a lesson.”

 

Vegeta's eyes sparkled. “I'll be in G. R.,” he grabbed the man by his collar and dragged him out of the room.

 

After ten minutes Vegeta was back in the den.

 

“Not a word to Kakarott,” he glared at Yamcha.

 

Yamcha shrugged. “Want some chocolate?” he handed the piece of chocolate he had been carrying from the very morning. “Though, it's probably melted a bit,” he added.

 

Vegeta blinked at Yamcha then snatched the chocolate from Yamcha's hand. Lately his cravings for sweets have become unbearable. He snorted and wanted to calmly unwrap the paper as Kakarott appeared in his way.

 

“Vegeta,” Goku started. He then quickly noticed Yamcha, but his friend seemed to have completed his mission. And there was a chocolate bar in Vegeta's hand. Goku mentally cheered Yamcha on.

 

Yamcha noticed that Vegeta was slowly stepping away from Goku, and even farther away from him.

 

“Bulma's mother told me that she baked another cake especially for you,” Goku laughed. “She really likes you,” he grinned at Vegeta who rolled his eyes.

 

Then Yamcha noticed Goku's abrupt tension. The Saiyan looked strangely at Vegeta then smelled the air around them. Then Goku moved closer to Vegeta who began backing away. Suddenly Vegeta was trapped against the wall, Goku's hands on both sides of Vegeta.

 

“Who?” Goku growled his tail lashing behind him in fury. “Who dared touch you?” this time Goku's voice was pure ice.

 

“Yamcha?!” Goku's voice shook the walls then.

 

Vegeta grabbed Goku by his arm and yanked Goku with all his might away from Yamcha. He realized that his mate misunderstood the scents.

 

“No,” Vegeta held Goku. “Listen to your words, the nonsense you're spewing.”

 

Goku didn't appear to be very considerate. He was still sniffing Vegeta, his canines bare, one hand now holding Vegeta's wrist another locked on Vegeta's waist.

 

“Where's that man?” Goku growled finally identifying two different scents.

 

“I took care of him,” Vegeta scowled at Goku.

 

“Took care-…?” Goku again sniffed Vegeta with his brows furrowed.

 

“Yes, took care!” Vegeta then erupted in anger. “I.took.care.of.it. I solved my own problem! You seem to be completely convinced that pregnancy is some form of invalidism or disease!” Vegeta's voice reached a higher pitch. “Maybe if you chained me to the bed for the next few months, it would be much easier for you?!” Or maybe lock me in the Time Chamber?!” Vegeta swatted Goku away from him, his shouts growing louder. “No! I think you should simply keep me drugged! Fuck you!” Vegeta stabbed his index finger into Goku's chest. “I'm fed up with your constant patronization! I'm not some weak woman! Just fucking touch me again and I'll kill you!” Vegeta hissed, his fists clenched at his side, his tail furiously lashing behind him.

 

Goku stared at Vegeta. “Errr…scary… ah…want to get that cake?” Goku tentatively smiled at Vegeta.

 

Vegeta hissed at him once again, but after a few minutes his glare softened. “For fuck's sake…you're just…” he snorted not finishing. “Let's go get the damn cake.”

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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