Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 21 ( Chapter 21 )

Hello, New Fan!

Yep, Vegeta is the one Gohan wants but can't have.

Oh, and your question about Vegeta finding out about Gohan's feelings will be answered in this chapter. And concerning Goku getting to know about this…who knows, maybe he'll never know.

Well, hope you'll like it!

 

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

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

Note: Amami drew Kamala's picture. If you want to see it, go to (it's a very nice pic): http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/32846350/

 

Playing Home by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by RowinaDequina

 

Part 21

 

Vegeta turned the TV on and sat at the table. He pushed the plate with the warmed pizza across the table to Gohan, who was sitting opposite him.

 

“How long will your pregnancy last?” Gohan asked, taking a slice of pizza.

 

Vegeta turned up the TV. Gohan rolled his eyes; never mind, he'd ask his father later.

 

Gohan could feel Kamala's ki upstairs. Goku had probably shackled Kamala to the bed and now was running everywhere looking for Vegeta. Vegeta was still suppressing his ki. Gohan knew that Vegeta just wanted to eat in peace.

 

Gohan's conscience was telling that he should go to Kamala and invite him to eat with them, but he wasn't so sure of himself: Kamala's scent was clouding his mind, and he was afraid that his father had been right, that he might be dangerous to Kamala. Pheromones were a dangerous thing for a Saiyan.

 

Gohan's first heat happened while Goku was away, dead. It started slowly - first, heightened body temperature, then sweating, followed by some strange cravings. And although he had talked about birds and bees with Vegeta in a Saiyan way before, he somehow failed to identify what was happening to his body.

 

He felt worried then - those strange feelings lasted for more than a week, and he told his mother. Chichi sent him to Bulma. Bulma checked him over and didn't find anything wrong. She called Vegeta for help.

 

And then, when Vegeta entered the hall, everything seemed to slow down. He could hear his heart drumming in his ears. That rich citrus aroma made his head spin and his knees weak.

 

Of course, it took only a glance, a sniff for Vegeta, and the prince knew exactly what was happening to his rival's son. Vegeta told him to keep away, and from Capsule Corp. Watching the swaying hips and tail as Vegeta retreated, Gohan realized he felt hurt, even insulted. His heat-penetrated mind couldn't find a reason why Vegeta wouldn't want to stay near him. He only wanted to be near that heavenly scent. Somehow he knew that Vegeta was something he needed right then: powerful, young, healthy. And he himself was powerful, young and healthy; he couldn't understand why Vegeta refused him.

 

He didn't pursue Vegeta. Really, he didn't. Well, one time doesn't count? Alright…two. Well, okay, three not more… One time Chichi sent him to fetch Goten from Capsule Corp. where he was playing with Trunks. He ended up staring at Vegeta and licking his lips while Vegeta's back was flattened to a wall. Probably Piccolo suspected something because as soon as Gohan got bored with only staring and agreed with his instincts for some action, Piccolo showed up.

 

He had no memory of how he arrived at Capsule Corp. the second time. The last thing he remembered was peacefully sleeping in his bed. The next thing he saw was Vegeta's room. Vegeta was wide awake. Vegeta was silently sitting on his bed and silently staring at Gohan, his black eyes wide. Gohan could smell Vegeta's nervousness. And he liked that. He liked that almost as much as he liked that citrus-musky scent. He wasn't sure why, but he liked how Vegeta looked at that moment - so vulnerable, so delicious.

 

He advanced to Vegeta's bed then. Vegeta's eyes widened even more. Vegeta didn't move. That wasn't so good - he wanted to see what was under Vegeta's covers. He sat down on the bed next to Vegeta. The citrus-musky aroma became overwhelming. He reached for the covers and pulled them down, baring Vegeta's stomach and his thighs. Vegeta just stared at him and didn't move. Only when he reached out to touch Vegeta's bare chest did Vegeta shrink back and bare his canines. Vegeta ordered him to leave. He felt like Vegeta had made the funniest joke in the world: he was so near Vegeta, so near what he wanted. He knew he could do anything to Vegeta, and Vegeta wouldn't be able to send him away; at that time, he was much stronger than the prince.

 

Vegeta punched him then. But still, the only reason he left Capsule Corp. was that Vegeta's punch shoved him directly through the wall and into the bathroom, where he broke several pipes and the cold shower lessened his enthusiasm. Later he wondered if Vegeta knew he'd end up in the bathroom after that punch.

 

Probably everything would have just ended like that if not for one thing: Vegeta went into heat, too. That was bad for Vegeta: Gohan was so pumped up with hormones and the need to fuck everything around that it was pretty clear how it would end if their paths crossed.

 

Later he thought that maybe the gods hated him or Vegeta. Or maybe they hated them both… Vegeta's cycle was three times a year, and it just had to happen at the same time as his first heat!

 

He perfectly remembered that day: he was on the Lookout, waiting for Piccolo to show up. They wanted to spar. Because the Nameks were asexual, he absolutely wasn't interested in Piccolo; Piccolo had nothing to attract him. Though, as time passed fruitlessly, he found himself wondering what would happen if he pulled on Piccolo's antennae.

 

Anyway, instead of Piccolo, Vegeta showed up. Vegeta wanted to ask him something. Vegeta wrongly assumed that his heat had ended.

 

He didn't remember what Vegeta asked then. He didn't hear a thing Vegeta said then. After he felt the SCENT, he could only think about the fastest way to have Vegeta on his back and beneath him. Vegeta realized that after a minute, though. The prince stepped away from him and took off. He hadn't been delighted by that; his instincts were screaming at him that he was letting his potential choice slip away. And at that moment, he considered his instincts right.

 

He burst into Super Saiyan and caught up with the retreating prince. Vegeta didn't seem to like the idea of sex with him now any more than he'd liked it before. Vegeta was snarling, growling, thrashing and kicking while he was pinning the prince to the ground. Actually, he didn't care. He already considered Vegeta his, willing or not. One thing he was capable of thinking was how to get rid of those annoying clothes on his chosen one and how to sheath himself inside that thrashing beauty. That was actually two things, but he didn't give a damn.

 

Getting rid of the clothes was fast; despite his harsh protests, the prince soon found himself naked. The second part of his wish was harder to fulfill: Vegeta kept his knees shut. After several unsuccessful attempts, he just lost his patience and simply turned Vegeta around, on his stomach.

 

Piccolo showed up again then. He went mad - for some reason, he decided that Piccolo wanted to fight him over Vegeta. At that moment, he even forgot that the Namek was asexual.

 

After he took care of the Namek with several hard punches, he turned around to Vegeta, who somehow appeared directly at his nose. The last thing he remembered was blackness.

 

He knew that Vegeta didn't tell anyone about that incident. And he knew that Goku knew only a small part of it - Piccolo tried to paint it as if nothing serious had happened. But he knew perfectly well - had Vegeta not knocked him out then, Vegeta would have borne his child. And he didn't feel like that would be a bad thing. Though Vegeta would have gone mad or killed him eventually, or killed them both. That much he knew about Vegeta.

 

He didn't know exactly when it began. At the same time as his heat? Yes, but the heat probably only triggered the feelings he had for Vegeta. It made him acknowledge to himself that they existed at all. He had never noticed Vegeta in that manner before his heat. He liked Vegeta but never thought of him like that. Vegeta was the incarnation of masculinity and strong will to him. Vegeta had replaced his dead father. And he never thought otherwise about Vegeta until that accursed heat.

 

And that day, when Vegeta told him about the birds and the bees in a Saiyan way, he was dumbfounded. He stared at Vegeta like he had gone bonkers. To do such things with a man? He thought that Vegeta was sick.

 

A week passed before he returned to Capsule Corp. He asked some questions to clear up some things, got some advice on his first heat, and sort of forgot everything. And when the heat struck, he realized that he wanted only one person - Vegeta. Only him. The first heat appeared to be a phenomenon that made him act first and then think. So that first time he was not bothered by his cravings for a man.

 

It didn't go away when the head ended. Many times he found himself thinking about Vegeta over and over: something Vegeta said, something Vegeta did, the way Vegeta looked. But after that cursed heat, his and Vegeta's relationship got colder: he was ashamed of himself, and Vegeta was angry with him and with himself for letting the things go so far. But of course, instead of talking everything over, the prince just let them both stew in their own juices.

 

Plenty of times he thought about telling Vegeta, but he knew that it would be no use - Vegeta didn't feel anything for him. Vegeta liked him pretty much, but nothing more. Vegeta still saw him as a child; a child that almost raped him, but nonetheless, a child.

 

So he was hoping and waiting. He was getting older, and Vegeta still didn't notice him. And later he met Videl. He liked her, liked her very much. He realized that there was no point in waiting. She was his first. Well, he was not in a hurry, and earlier he didn't see anyone else except Vegeta.

 

He was quite content with sex with Videl. She was pretty kinky in bed. He didn't mind, not at all. But after several months, he caught himself imagining Vegeta instead of Videl, caught himself getting fond of `doggy style'.

 

And that teacher… Well, he had no idea that would happen. Probably Dane had planned everything, but he really had no idea. It appeared that his teacher and he lived only a few houses away from each other. So one day they took a walk together, and he just invited Dane for a cup of tea or a beer.

 

He liked talking with Dane; they were about the same age, had many things in common. He found Dane very interesting.

 

So they talked and had a couple of beers and then stumbled over his family album. Dane stopped at the picture where Vegeta was. Dane said that Vegeta had a nice body and a yummy ass. Well, he thought it was a bit strange for Dane to say that, but one couldn't argue with the obvious truth.

 

And only after Dane's mouth over his did he realize that Dane had only been testing him.

 

The sex was wonderful. Dane was attentive and gentle, at least at first. Later, oh later it got much better. He was just dazed with that masculine scent; it wasn't as rich as that of a Saiyan, but it was strong enough to play with his mind. He couldn't get enough of that scent, of that burning skin. He didn't remember much, only that it was heavenly good, and that he had begged Dane to fuck him harder.

 

They fell asleep afterwards. He absolutely forgot that he had to go to a concert with Videl that day. She came over looking for him. Well, she found him. And Dane. In bed.

 

He met with Dane one time more; they fooled around, then simply agreed not to see each other anymore.

 

Gohan realized he should be going. His father was going to get home soon, and he didn't want to witness the older Saiyans screeching at each other. The two conciliated fast, but the screeching process was unpleasant.

 

“Thanks for the pizza,” Gohan smiled.

 

Vegeta gave just a dismissive wave.

 

Gohan was at the kitchen door as he heard some noise upstairs. Goku's ki appeared upstairs.

 

“Dad, we are in the kitchen!” Gohan shouted.

 

Gohan jumped as his father suddenly appeared next to him. Goku observed him, nodded and went to the kitchen.

 

“Where the hell have you been?!”

 

Gohan left the house and tightly closed the door behind him.

 

Vegeta was calmly eating his pizza. He was too spent to shout back, but he'd be damned if he'd answer that question!

 

“I almost went crazy, looking for you!” Goku advanced on Vegeta, his tail lashing in anger.

 

Vegeta glared at him. “I'm not a fucking baby! I can perfectly take care of myself.

 

“You are my MATE! I'm supposed to be worried when your fucking ki disappears from the damn planet!”

 

Vegeta took a good bite of his pizza and started chewing on it.

 

“Where have you been?” Goku sighed.

 

“Near the old house. At the lake.”

 

“You could have drowned!” Goku's eyes widened in horror.

 

Vegeta choked on his pizza. “You are fucking mad,” he then spelled out for Goku, after swallowing what was in his mouth.

 

Goku put his arms on the table and lowered his head. “Vegeta, are you trying to drive me crazy?”

 

“Nope.” Vegeta took another slice of pizza.

 

“Then why do you behave like this? I was really worried.”

 

“Sorry.”

 

“Alright,” Goku sighed. “Don't do that anymore. You can tell me to fuck off for a while, but please, just do not vanish like that.”

 

“Fuck off for awhile…” Vegeta smirked at Goku.

 

“Great...” Goku sighed, shaking his head. “Can you ever be serious?”

 

“Yes, but this conversation doesn't have a point anymore…”

 

Goku thought a moment. “Well, no it seems that it doesn't.” Goku got up and went to the fridge. “Want something?” He then looked at Vegeta and the empty pizza box. “Suppose not.” He then cursed. “Completely forgot Kamala!”

 

“He's still sleeping. You can read ki, right?” Vegeta sighed.

 

“Don't be so sure. His ki got so low that there's almost no difference. I'm afraid he's seriously ill. Maybe it's the bond?”

 

Vegeta shrugged. “Maybe. He claimed Raaven and now wants to refuse the bond.”

 

Goku sighed. “Ah well, he'll come round. He's young, and soon he'll forget that nonsense.”

 

“You are a fool to think so.” Vegeta seriously looked at Goku. “He's in love with you. He wants you to mate him. So what if he eventually comes back to Raaven? Do you think he would suddenly forget everything, and they'd be a happy family? Kamala cares for Raaven and his child, but he doesn't love Raaven; he can't give Raaven what he wants. In the end it might end up with more than one death…”

 

“So what would you suggest?” Goku scratched his head.

 

“Nothing. You can't let him go - after the bond is broken, he might simply kill himself. And breaking the bond might result in Raaven miscarrying. And if not the bond, then Kamala's death itself might have the same result.”

 

“And this miscarriage you do mind,” Goku sighed.

 

“Yes. Our child will have to mate someone.”

 

“Vegeta…” Goku's eyes widened.

 

“What?”

 

“Unbelievable…” Goku shook his head.

 

XXXXX

 

Goku gently shook Kamala from his sleep. “Come, we are having dinner.”

 

Kamala's sight slowly focused on Goku's face then slid down somewhere to the floor, between Goku's feet. “No, I'm not hungry.”

 

“Kamala.” Goku brushed his hand over the other Saiyan's sweaty forehead. “You are ill.”

 

“I'm fine.” Kamala closed his eyes. He didn't want to go anywhere.

 

Goku watched a drowsing Kamala. Something was really wrong. If at first Kamala was aggressive and angry, now he was just apathetic. Maybe it really was the bond between Kamala and Raaven… Either way, he didn't want to end up with dead Kamala on his hands.

 

“Kamala, we are going to Bulma; I'm afraid this is something serious.”

 

“Just leave me alone.” Kamala turned away from Goku.

 

“Kakarott?” Vegeta entered the room. He didn't like his mate so close to Kamala. The prince went closer. “Hell, he's sick.”

 

“I can perfectly see that,” Goku sighed. “I want to bring him to Capsule Corp.”

 

“?”

 

“He doesn't want to go.”

 

“Like that ever stopped you,” Vegeta rolled his eyes.

 

XXXXX

 

Bulma went through the results once again, then put the papers with Kamala's tests down. “Well, he's depressed. I'll just give him some common antidepressants, and it will be okay. There's another small problem, but I'll speak with him privately about it.”

 

Goku's brow rose at Bulma, but she just shook her head. “It's none of your concern.”

 

Goku sighed. “That's good, then. I was scared that it might be something serious…”

 

“No, it's just depression. Some form of it, anyway, as I can't find anything else wrong with him.”

 

XXXXX

 

The pot of rice was boiling on the stove. The cause from mushrooms, meat, paprika and onions in the pan already ready and steaming.

 

“Depression, you say?” Vegeta scowled at Goku. “Nonsense. I had depression. It was nothing like this. Yeah, I was unhappy for some time, but I didn't vegetate - I wanted to kill everyone, and then to kill them one more time, and then…”

 

“I think you had mood swings, not depression…” Goku sat at the table opposite Vegeta.

 

Vegeta closed his mouth and thought for a moment. “Might be,” he agreed then. “But it was a hell of a mood swing, then!”

 

Goku grinned at Vegeta. “Alright, you mood-swing, did you eat anything?”

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “I've been waiting for you.”

 

“That's nice,” Goku smiled at his mate.

 

Vegeta merely looked at him. “Will you wake up that rag-doll?”

 

“No,” Goku shook his head. “Even if I wanted to, I couldn't - Bulma sedated him for the examination.Just to be on the safe side.”

 

“I want sex.”

 

Goku sighed. “Food first.”

 

“Your priorities annoy me.”

 

Goku shrugged. He went to the stove, took the pot and strained it into the sink. He then shook the rice into the pan with the sauce and thoroughly mixed everything. He divided the portion into two huge plates and set one opposite Vegeta, then sat down himself.

 

They finished their meal, washed their dishes, and Goku was ready to go to his priority No. 3 (his second one was fighting) when he noticed Vegeta sitting on the chair with a tortured look on his face.

 

“Is something wrong?” Goku asked.

 

“It's those damn mushrooms,” Vegeta cursed. “I feel like a puffed muffin.”

 

“Does your stomach hurt?”

 

“No, just going to explode soon.” Vegeta pursed his lips in distaste.

 

Goku sat down next to Vegeta. “Come here.” He reached out. Vegeta glared at him for the effect then swiftly was on Goku's lap. “Lean down and relax,” Goku said before starting to massage small circles over Vegeta's stomach.

 

Goku was delighted to feel the steady pulse of the ki-ball inside Vegeta. Several weeks ago Vegeta started wearing looser clothes to hide his growing stomach, which Goku didn't like very much - he wanted to see Vegeta's stomach - he was proud of it, and his male instincts and ego always wanted to see his proof of “veni, vidi, vici.”

 

“Is it better?” Goku kissed Vegeta's exposed neck. He could hear that it was better - Vegeta was purring.

 

“Yes,” Vegeta purred even louder.

 

Goku gasped, and his eyes widened as they suddenly appeared in their bedroom, he himself under Vegeta. Vegeta leaned down and his lips were captured in a fierce kiss. Goku reached out for Vegeta's tail, found it, lightly brushed over the base. He heard and felt Vegeta moan into his mouth. Goku's fingertips brushed over Vegeta's tail-tip again, this time much firmer, slid his palm over the entire length then kneaded the flesh around the tail base.

 

“Ochhh…” Vegeta's lips released a sultry moan that made Goku throb.

 

Goku felt Vegeta's hands on his chest, underneath his gi. His eyelashes madly fluttered when Vegeta's fingers pinched his nipple. Goku's mouth formed an “O” when Vegeta's fingers repeated the same with his other nipple.

 

Then Vegeta's one hand left Goku's chest and fixed on the task of removing Goku's pants. Goku pulled Vegeta's shirt over his head, tossed it to the floor. His hand then went to Vegeta's pants.

 

Goku opened the drawer that contained several tubes of lube. He grabbed the first he found and unscrewed the top.

 

“Oh no, sweetheart.” Vegeta pushed Goku away and underneath him, the tube now in Vegeta's hands.

 

Goku might have protested, but after Vegeta's palm cupped him, forgot everything except that expert hand on him. He spread his legs as Vegeta's fingers left his sacs and started trailing down. Then one of them was in, after some time another one slid in, stretching and preparing.

 

Goku let himself being maneuvered to his hands and knees. He felt the blunt tip pressing against him, then it popped in. He gritted his teeth while Vegeta was pushing all the way in.

 

He waited for Kakarott to adjust, then started quite a quick pace, being sure with each thrust to hit that place that would send shivers of pleasure over Kakarott's spine. He loved watching how Kakarott tossed his head back and forth in his mindless lust. The erotic sounds that spilled from Kakarott's mouth could be heard only in their bedroom. The muscles on Kakarott's back and underneath his hands, where he held Kakarott's hips, rippled with strength while Kakarott pushed back on the length buried inside him. The scents around them made them both dizzy with lust.

 

Vegeta quickened his pace when Goku's breathing and moans became desperate. Vegeta's hand circled Goku's thigh to enclose his erection and give additional stimulation. That was all it took for Goku find his release: Goku shuddered, arched, tossed his head back and let out a low howl, his inner muscles clamping on Vegeta, pushing him over the edge, too.

 

They lay panting on the bed, entangled in each other's limbs.

 

“Those mushrooms seem to work not so bad…” Goku panted out, smiling.

 

“Yeah…” Vegeta agreed, while pulling out of Goku. “Now, let's get some rest until our respectable guest wakes up…”

 

XXXXX

 

Goku was sitting at Kamala's bed, watching the younger man drink his tea. Kamala was staring off at the wall opposite him, his look filled with something different than the wall before him.

 

“Would I have had any chance if I weren't a whore?”

 

Goku just blinked at first, not sure if he'd heard correctly. But Kamala was serious, absolutely serious. He stared into Kamala's curious eyes completely stunned. According to Saiyan custom, he could have as many lovers and mates as he wanted, for he was Alpha Male. If Vegeta finally understood that he didn't give a damn about Saiyan customs and had stopped having anger and jealousy fits, Kamala still did not understand and was searching for a reason or several of them why Goku refused him.

 

Goku's lips turned up into a snarl. “Gods, if I had my hands on those bastards that did this to you...” He shook his head in annoyance and anger. “How can something like this be happening at all?”

 

Kamala was frowning at Goku. He put his mug back onto the bedside cabinet. “I don't fucking need your pity.”

 

“You need a simple friend, Kamala,” Goku sighed. “You have just broken. When was the last time you told someone what's on your mind? Did you ever tell anyone what's in that your hazy head? Sure you didn't.” Goku sighed again. “Anyone would lose his grip, living like you. And you had to support Raaven, too.” He shook his head in dismay. “No wonder things ended up like that. Though, it might have been even worse.”

 

“Worse?” Kamala laughed in disbelief. “Dammit, Kakarott, I mated a Saiyan that needs constant care and which I'm not able to grant him, plus I got him pregnant, and then fell in love with another mated Saiyan, who just happens to be the prince's mate, and then I…”

 

Goku rolled his eyes. “Heard that story already,” he shushed Kamala. “You know what?” Goku leaned in his chair. “I think you are not in love at all. It was just the first time in your life that you realized you could stop playing the role of a hero, stop being worried sick over Raaven and find someone else who would do that for both of you. You got so obsessed with the idea, it blinded you.”

 

Kamala stared at Goku for some time then burst out laughing. But suddenly he went completely silent. He then looked at Goku. “You know, you might be right.” He looked at Goku for several seconds more. “I'm just not sure about which part,” he said then.

 

Goku softly chuckled. He smiled then at Kamala. “It will get better, you'll see. Maybe you don't love Raaven, but you sure like him, and here you don't need to take so much responsibility for him. I know you'll be happy after your son is born. It will be hard at first, but just know one thing - I and my friends, we are always ready to help. Don't ever hesitate to ask us.”

 

Kamala scowled at Goku. But he couldn't keep that up while Goku was knowingly grinning at him. He then crossed his arms. “You are damn nice, do you know that?”

 

“Yeah, people say that a lot,” Goku nodded. “They also say that I'm incredibly stupid.”

 

Kamala chuckled. “I wish I had someone like you back then…”

 

You simply needed a father, Goku thought while embracing Kamala. Just like my sons, he bitterly added to himself while stroking Kamala's long hair.

 

Goku quickly turned around at a sudden ki surge behind him. He didn't have a chance to react as Kamala was grabbed from his arms and thrown into the wall. He shot to Kamala before Vegeta's fingers could have crushed Kamala's windpipe. Goku grabbed Vegeta's wrists and peeled him away from Kamala.

 

Vegeta was completely crazed. Goku had trouble keeping him still. The prince was struggling, hissing and growling. Vegeta was trying to reach Kamala and finish what he had started. Goku couldn't see Vegeta's face, but by Kamala's reaction, he could guess that his mate was one enraged beast. Vegeta wasn't even shouting or speaking.

 

Goku cursed himself mentally; he had known that Vegeta was keeping an eye on him and Kamala. While Goku himself was more protective over Vegeta than possessive, Vegeta was completely the opposite. Vegeta didn't show that openly, but he knew that. That's why Vegeta would never be friends with Chichi, that's why Vegeta's eyes burned with anger and jealousy when someone touched or embraced him. And he knew how it had been hard for Vegeta to agree to keep Kamala here, in his own home.

 

“Vegeta?” Goku tried to speak to his mate. Vegeta's ki was still high, as high as it was able to rise at all.

 

It was only after a good five minutes that Goku felt Vegeta's ki lower. Goku saw Vegeta sniff the air, then he felt Vegeta relax a bit; Vegeta finally must have realized that there weren't any scents of arousal.

 

“Vegeta?” Goku tried once again. This time Vegeta reacted to his name, his head twitching. “Is everything okay?”

 

“No.”

 

“Please, lower your ki, and we'll talk about this…” Goku said, but he still was holding Vegeta in a tight grip.

 

“Let me go. You are hurting my hands.”

 

Goku hesitated a bit but then let go of his mate. The next second Vegeta was at Kamala's throat again. Goku cursed and tore Vegeta away. He ITed them both downstairs into the living room.

 

XXXXX

 

Vegeta was again sitting at the old house of Goku's grandfather.

 

“Vegeta?” Gohan landed next to the older Saiyan.

 

Vegeta startled then cursed; of course, Gohan had found him here the previous time.

 

“Father is going crazy. What happened?” Gohan walked over to Vegeta.

 

Vegeta scowled. “Nothing fucking much. I just almost ripped Kamala's head off.”

 

“Oh.” Gohan scratched his head. “Figures,” he said then. “So you two got a little furious with each other?”

 

“One could say that,” Vegeta snorted.

 

“C'mon,” Gohan sighed. “He already cooled down; two days have passed after all. You should just go back.”

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. Oh, he knew that. But he still was a little pissed. Though, Gohan was the exact push that he needed.

 

Vegeta stood up. “Why is it that when your father fails, you are always around?” he yawned.

 

Gohan was silent. It was a rhetorical question anyway, wasn't it? Then Vegeta turned around to look at him, his eyes full of realization on Gohan's face. Gohan didn't turn away; there was nothing to be ashamed of. He smiled at Vegeta's half-open mouth, and he knew that Vegeta knew.

 

“I…” Vegeta blinked. He then slowly exhaled. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say. “I didn't know…”

 

Gohan shrugged. “Well, let's go to Goku then?”

 

“I…” Vegeta still stared at Gohan, shocked. Then he finally nodded. “Yes.”

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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