Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 25 ( Chapter 25 )

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

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

 

Playing Home

 

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

 

Part 25

 

The time had finally come. The seven Dragon Balls were on the grassy ground, circled by nine men and two children. There were Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, Krillin, Piccolo, Tien, Yamcha, Raaven, Kamala and Trunks with Goten.

 

“We call you, Shenron! Arise!” Goku stepped forward.

 

The sky turned gray with clouds, the wind rising, ruffling the long grass around the men then rising up, surging into the sky which was now becoming black.

 

Lightning tore through the sky, down to the Dragon Balls, shaking the ground, making the orange balls rattle against each other. Another bolt of lightning tore from the ground straight up into the sky, deafening the watchers. But this lightning bolt didn't disappear; it grew brighter and thicker with each passing second until a nebulous form of a dragon started to take shape.

 

“Oh my fucking God,” Kamala stammered, his head thrown back. “It's huge…”

 

Raaven just stared at the forming cloud, on the verge of fainting.

 

The group watched the shadow form into the well known form of the green dragon.

 

“What's your wish, mortal?” the dragon boomed down to Goku.

 

“Hey,” Goku waved at Shenron happily.

 

Shenron squinted his eyes down to the ground. Then he groaned. “Not you again…”

 

“Long time no see!” Goku chirped. “But I suppose it's a good thing, ne?” He scratched his head.

 

With you? Always, Shenron thought. “What's your first wish, mortal?” he repeated, not wishing to start a conversation. Yes, sometimes he did get lonely, but not lonely enough to start a conversation with this spiky orange bag of flesh and bones, who didn't know when to keep his big mouth shut. The green one there with antennas was closer to his tastes and didn't look half bad, either. Ahem, Shenron thought, quite surprised at his train of thought.

 

Goku flashed his innocent smile back at the dragon. “Yes, we'd like to revive a Fire Clan princess, Ahrae. Do you know her?”

 

The dragon rolled his huge eyes. “Let me check my list,” he breathed, annoyed. Then he concentrated.

 

Vegeta wasn't sure if the dragon was trying to annoy Goku (in which case Vegeta would have told Shenron that his efforts were useless) or it was a usual procedure.

 

After a second Shenron's eyes opened. “I cannot grant this wish,” Shenron boomed.

 

The silence settled in the field.

 

“What the fuck do you mean you can't grant this wish?!” Vegeta's shrill voice made everyone jump several centimeters. “I want her here! Now!”

 

Shenron was unimpressed. “I cannot interfere in other Gods' realms.”

 

“What fucking realm?!” Vegeta growled.

 

“She lived and died in the system that belongs to other Gods. I cannot interfere. It's against the rules,” Shenron added, deciding that this was the shittiest day of all. Except maybe that one when he was blasted to dust…

 

“Fuck rules! And fuck Gods!” Vegeta snarled, clenching his fists. “Where can I find those Gods?”

 

“Vegeta, love,” Goku nervously scratched his palm. “Could you calm down? I'm sure we'll solve this somehow…”

 

“Oh, yes, we will,” Vegeta nodded. “I'll beat the shit out of them!”

 

Shenron started picking his teeth, unimpressed. “Should I interpret that question as a wish to know where those Gods are?”

 

“Jesus Christ, when did you become such a…” Krillin forced a smile when the dragon glared down at him. “Hey…” he waved.

 

“I'll fucking blast your green snout to oblivion!” Vegeta hissed in fury. Vegeta's ki shot up, and a blue blast appeared in his palm.

 

That got the dragon's attention. He stopped picking his teeth.

 

“Vegeta, please, calm down,” Goku tried to lower Vegeta's palm.

 

“The Gods are in Scion galactic. Or somewhere around it,” the dragon said.

 

“That's far…” Vegeta muttered. “Darn.”

 

“So what's your first wish?” the dragon boomed.

 

“Die, you bastard!” Vegeta snarled.

 

“Can't grant that,” Shenron bared his yellow teeth, which was probably a grin.

 

“You fucking re…”

 

“Vegeta,” Goku's palm closed his mate's mouth. “We would want to have a spaceship back from Fire Clan's planet.” He was still holding his palm over Vegeta's mouth, which spilled various words that would have made even Bulma blush.

 

“I cannot use my power in the other Gods' realm,” Shenron said.

 

“That sucks,” Krillin commented. “Bulma won't be happy about this one…”

 

“So what do we wish for, then?” Yamcha asked, scratching his chin.

 

“Shenron… Can I talk to you privately?” Goku asked.

 

Shitty, shitty day, Shenron thought. He just hoped that the spiky orange bag didn't want anything kinky. Shenron let out a loud sigh, almost igniting a small wood next to him. He lowered his big head to the ground, reaching his ear to the annoying Saiyan. “Well?”

 

“Can you make Vegeta's panic attacks disappear?” Goku whispered into the dragon's ear.

 

“Vegeta is that small one with an upside down brush instead of hair?” Shenron looked around, whispering, too. However, his whisper rolled over the wood and the valley.

 

Vegeta looked at Goku and the dragon. “Hey, green worm, when you talk about me, I want to know what's going on!”

 

“Yep, that's him,” Goku whispered.

 

“Okay,” the dragon raised his head from the ground. His eyes flared red. “Your wish is granted,” he boomed.

 

“Fuck!” Vegeta staggered. “What did you do to me?!” he hissed, trying to keep on his feet while his head was spinning.

 

“What's your second wish?” Shenron's voice rang out.

 

“That's all, thank you,” Goku smiled. They might need to use Dragon Balls soon enough, and like this they'd recharge faster.

 

“Farewell then,” Shenron said, turning into a mist again then dispersing altogether. The seven Dragon Balls flared red then rose from the ground, their speed increasing with each second until they simply shot into the sky where they flared red once again and then all seven of them shot into various directions.

 

“Wow,” Kamala exhaled the breath he thought he had been holding from the very first second when they called the dragon out. “Amazing…”

 

“What the fuck did you wish for?” Vegeta staggered to Goku. “If you asked for twins, I'll kill you,” he said deadly serious.

 

Goku's face fell. “Ah, hell. I could have thought of that!”

 

Vegeta punched him in the stomach. Then he glared down at his mate. “So what did you ask for?”

 

While holding and soothingly rubbing his stomach, Goku motioned for Vegeta to bend over.

 

Vegeta was silent for a while after hearing what his mate asked for. Then Vegeta mentally called himself an idiot; why the fuck couldn't he have thought of this himself?! - To simply make a wish!

 

Vegeta looked at Goku who was still bent over. “Thank you,” said Vegeta.

 

XXXXX

 

Kamala gazed at Gohan for some time, his arms crossed over his chest, his feet spread wide, his long hair flying in the wind. He was scowling.

 

“I'll tell you this,” Kamala said, “It was Raaven's idea. Just because he thinks I should spar with you doesn't mean I do.”

 

“So why did you come then?” Gohan asked while moving into his fighting stance.

 

“He gets pretty nasty if I don't listen to him…”

 

“I see.” Gohan couldn't help grinning. “So you don't want to spar with me?”

 

“As far as I know, there's no point anyway,” Kamala snorted at him.

 

“And what do you know?” Gohan moved closer to Kamala.

 

“That you are a sissy boy with no fighting skills.”

 

“If you heard that from Raaven or Piccolo, I can assure you that they were talking ancient history.” He was getting angry with Kamala. The damn Saiyan didn't know when to stop.

 

“We'll see about that…”

 

“Yes, we will.” Gohan felt a growl rising up his throat. What the fuck was wrong with Kamala?! With other people Kamala behaved normally, but as soon as Kamala saw him, the Saiyan just couldn't stop asking for trouble! Maybe Kamala didn't like his looks? Hair? Maybe eyes? Scent?

 

Gohan blocked sudden Kamala's punch, his other hand sending Kamala crashing to the ground. Kamala let out a loud yelp.

 

Damn. Gohan grit his teeth. That was a bit too much. He quickly approached the lying Saiyan. “Kamala?” He carefully shook the other Saiyan. “Are you alright?”

 

Kamala groaned, then his eyes slowly opened.

 

And then Gohan knew. He could see everything in Kamala's unguarded eyes: love, confusion, fear, anger. Kamala didn't hate him. Kamala simply couldn't stand the fact that he was so similar to his father. And since Kamala couldn't hate Goku, he transferred his anger on Goku's son, Gohan.

 

Gohan cursed as he was suddenly thrown back. He landed on his bottom and was just in time to avoid Kamala's foot targeted to his head. That did it. Kamala didn't want to spar - Kamala wanted to hurt him.

 

He punched Kamala in the face, sending him into the nearest rock. And after Kamala attacked him again, sent him into the same rock for another round, and then for another until Kamala was left lying where he fell.

 

Gohan stalked over to Kamala. But then his anger turned into fear as he saw that Kamala was unconscious, and there was a small streak running from the back of his head and down the rock.

 

XXXXX

 

“Gohan, we need to talk,” Bulma motioned for Gohan to enter her lab. She slammed the door behind Gohan. “What the fuck did you do?!” she turned to Gohan. “Did you try to kill him?!”

 

“No!” Gohan was taken aback. “We just…”

 

“His scull is cracked! He's a mess! And you what? - Want to say that you only sparred?!”

 

“I…”

 

“Gohan, you what, have no control over yourself?!”

 

“Just give him a Senzu…”

 

“Give a Senzu! Like that, ne? A Senzu and all problems are solved? We don't have any fucking Senzu!”

 

“What?! My father had a full bag…”

 

“Vegeta ate them. He said they tasted like chocolate…”

 

“What?” Gohan half laughed, half sobbed. “Gods… But someone must have them!”

 

“Goku is checking everyone. He should be back soon.” Bulma's heart melted at Gohan's obvious distress.

 

“What the fuck is going on?!” Vegeta appeared next to Gohan, startling both Bulma and him. “Did someone attack you both?”

 

Gohan rubbed his forehead. “No, we were sparring. I miscalculated. I had no idea a rock could do that to him…”

 

“You sent him into a rock?” Vegeta's eyes narrowed. “How many times, dare I ask?” Alright, he didn't like Kamala, but he was the damn prince of all fucking eight of them, and if someone killed someone, it would be only him or with his knowledge!

 

“Two or three… I just…”

 

“You ascended, didn't you?!” Vegeta hissed.

 

Gohan startled. Shit, he probably did power up and didn't even notice! “I don't know,” he groaned in frustration. “Maybe…”

 

Vegeta sighed. “What did he say?” He knew it was not so easy to throw Gohan out of balance.

 

Gohan shook his head. “Nothing unusual. I just… Don't know… I just snapped when he didn't stop attacking me… Gods, I'm very sorry…”

 

“Wait until Raaven finds out…” Vegeta brushed over his flame-hair, dismissing Gohan from further explanations and empty apologies. “If the bastard doesn't die now, Raaven will finish him off anyway…”

 

“He'll finish ME off…” Gohan sagged to the floor. “I don't know how it happened…”

 

“Shut up,” Vegeta snorted, uninterested in that babble. Then he felt Goku's ki appear in Capsule Corp., in Kamala's room. He ITed after his mate.

 

Vegeta didn't need to ask if Goku had found a Senzu - Goku had it between his fingers and was putting it into his mouth.

 

“Oh no, you don't!” He grabbed the Senzu out of Kakarott's fingers. As much as he didn't like Kamala, he liked the idea of his mate “kissing” Kamala even less.

 

After chewing the Senzu, and prying Kamala's teeth open, he pressed his lips to Kamala's and pushed the mass down his throat, being sure that the fucker would swallow.

 

“Where did you find it?” Vegeta asked after thoroughly wiping his lips off.

 

“Krillin. He always has at least one spare…”

 

“Yeah… He needs to have them on hand…” Vegeta chuckled. He frowned then. “Sorry I ate them… I was sure I saw another bag in the drawer…”

 

“It's alright. Happens…” Goku smiled sheepishly.

 

XXXXX

 

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! What was wrong with him?! He almost killed Kamala! The Saiyan was a pure annoyance, but hell, he shouldn't have lost the temper so easily!

 

Gohan rubbed his face with his hands. It was ridiculous - he snapped because in Kamala's eyes he had seen the same thing he saw in Vegeta's when he was looking at Goku. Why was everyone around in love with Goku?! He wasn't jealous, he was just pissed off. At least he was telling himself that.

 

Kamala must have sensed his displeasure and anger, and the younger Saiyan lashed out, too. Kamala knew what it was all about. And Kamala had a bit of temper when he wanted to…

 

He was so relieved to feel Kamala's ki come back to a weak but a steady pulse. Kamala was okay. Thank Gods. He hoped he didn't do permanent damage. He really hoped the Senzu could deal with that.

 

Gohan startled as Vegeta appeared before him. Damn, it had been bad enough when Goku was scaring the shit out of everyone. Now Vegeta was doing the same thing.

 

Vegeta observed Gohan who was leaning on the same old linden tree, his knees drawn to his chest. The boy looked like he was going to cry. Vegeta snorted.

 

“Kamala is okay. He said he provoked you.”

 

Gohan sighed in relief. “How is Raaven?” he asked then. His tail and his arms came to wrap around his knees.

 

“Forgiving.” Vegeta leant on the same tree, next to Gohan. He looked down at Gohan. Did Gohan start coming here after the boy found out it was his favorite place…? “He knows you didn't do it intentionally.”

 

Gohan just sighed.

 

“You need a mate.”

 

“Tell me something I don't know…” Gohan raised his head after several rain droplets fell down onto his hair. “No, better yet, tell me how to solve this…” He got up and headed into Goku's old house.

 

Vegeta watched Gohan's retreating back then decided to follow. Gohan was his mate's son, after all.

 

“It happened here, the first time?” Gohan asked when Vegeta closed the door behind him.

 

Vegeta looked at Gohan. Any other time he'd have told Gohan to mind his own business, but today he actually didn't feel like that.

 

“Yes,” he nodded. “And stop being so melodramatic. Go out, meet people, whatever.”

 

Gohan sat near the window, watching rain flowing down the windows. “Oh, I meet plenty of people, just never the right one.”

 

Vegeta sat down, too. “Why didn't you ever tell me?”

 

“And what? Would it have changed anything? No, I don't think so.”

 

“No, it wouldn't have.” Vegeta was silent for some time then looked at Gohan again. “What's between you and Kamala?”

 

Gohan shrugged. He thought then. “I like him. He likes me too, but he only stares or growls at me. I suppose it's because I'm similar to my father. That pisses him off. He feels the need to prove something to someone. And then it pisses ME off. Oh, it's kinda hard to explain… It's a very…interesting relationship between us…”

 

“Your father suspects that you two are sleeping with each other…”

 

“Huh?” Gohan blinked. He sighed then. “Yeah, he gets that sometimes… His head is full of crazed ideas…”

 

“If you chose Kamala, you'd have many problems… Currently Kamala is in love with your father…”

 

“Choose?” Gohan bitterly laughed. “If I could choose, I'd choose some nice girl and live somewhere in the middle of the woods, exactly like Goku did.”

 

Vegeta chuckled. “Hell, when did you grow up…?”

 

“Long time ago. You just never noticed.”

 

Vegeta turned to the window to watch the lessening rain. “I was busy making my life miserable.”

 

“That you did know how to do,” Gohan agreed. “Do you know that my father is the best thing that could have happened to you?”

 

“Of course I know.”

 

“You changed. For the better, of course,” Gohan smiled.

 

Vegeta simply shrugged. “Go to see Kamala then get some rest,” he said after several minutes of silence. “Usually you don't talk so much.”

 

Gohan laughed heartily.

 

XXXXX

 

Kamala wasn't sleeping. He was sitting in the bed, Karela on his lap. The child was playing with a yellow duck which Gohan had bought earlier. The naked infant raised his head at Gohan then concentrated again on squashing the duck in his tiny but seemingly strong fingers.

 

Kamala glanced at him too, then lowered his eyes to his son.

 

“How is your head?”

 

“Fine.” Kamala raised his head back to Gohan, his fiery eyes finally giving in. “Don't worry, I'm fine. It was my fault, anyway,” He threw his long hair behind his back.

 

Gohan sighed. “I should have been more careful.”

 

Kamala looked at him more intently. “I think we both know why this happened. Let's just forget this.”

 

Gohan nodded, agreeing. He watched Kamala ruffle his son's longish hair. Kamala's beautiful eyes were so warm and soft while he was looking at his son. Kamala brushed over Karela's tiny brownish tail, making the infant giggle.

 

“Kamala, do you want to train further?” Gohan asked. He doubted if Goku would ever train Kamala again. Even if Goku wanted, Vegeta would quickly put an end to it.

 

Kamala shrugged, though Gohan noticed interest sparkle in Kamala's dark eyes. “There's no point, anyway. And there's nobody who'd train me,” he said finally.

 

“I could.”

 

Kamala's eyes widened in surprise. “You?” he blinked. “But…”

 

“Why not? You do want to fight,” Gohan stated, looking at him. He wanted Kamala to agree. He caught Kamala's glance. He could see Kamala considering his words. Kamala wanted to accept the suggestion. Kamala was a born fighter, and he was eager to learn.

 

“Why?”

 

“I like you,” Gohan said simply. “And I feel quite uncomfortable for almost sending you to the other world.”

 

Kamala softly laughed. His dark eyes swept over Gohan, considering. He knew Gohan felt guilty. He didn't blame Gohan, nor did he feel angry with the half-Saiyan anymore. Gohan had no idea how things had worked for him and Raaven until now. If he knew, he wouldn't stand here, offering his apologies and suggesting training him. All his life Gohan happily lived with his family on the Earth. He had no memories that made him sick to the very essence of his soul, he had no demons to fight with. He didn't wake up screaming at night, he didn't have his past strangling him. He didn't have his pride, his sanity tested each day, and he didn't have those scars marking him for life.

 

He realized that he didn't feel jealous. He realized that Kakarott had been right and…he felt…relieved; one more troubled soul to his problems and he'd hit rock bottom. “I'll think about it,” Kamala nodded.

 

XXXXX

 

It was at Vegeta's birthday party when Gohan saw Kamala next. Kamala just nodded, acknowledging him and, with Raaven who was carrying Karela, went to Piccolo.

 

Despite Vegeta's harsh protests, the party had been thrown. Not without Goku's help, of course. Now the prince was sitting at the table with Goku at his side and pretending to be absolutely annoyed and unimpressed that everyone invited came. And everyone knew better than that. Especially Goku who, thanks to their bond getting stronger each day, could feel Vegeta's surprise and contentment.

 

Goku watched Vegeta get up and go to Trunks who had Goten pinned to the ground threatening to feed him a banana.

 

Vegeta was getting bigger. His movements were becoming more careful. It wasn't obvious, but a more trained eye could see it.

 

Goku laughed as Vegeta picked up a wincing Trunks by his lavender tail, peeling him off Goten, who heaved a sigh of relief then used the opportunity and smashed the same banana into Trunks' face, smearing it all over it and laughing his head off.

 

Despite them being only children, Goku had already wondered several times if Goten and Trunks would end up together. It surely looked like they would, and he'd be content if that happened, but one never knew…

 

“They are hopeless…” Vegeta muttered after he came back and sat down at Goku's side. “I hope that at least after they start fucking each other, that overdose of energy will end.”

 

Goku's eyes turned big and round. Alright, if sometimes he wondered how it would be with Goten and Trunks, that didn't mean that he ever thought of them having sex - they were only children to him. “Just don't encourage them, please!” he gasped out.

 

“I don't even need to,” Vegeta rolled his eyes. “I already found a gay porn movie on Trunks' laptop…” he whispered, scrunching his nose. “That was a hell of a…”

 

“What?!” Goku's voice shook the yard, his friends turning around to look at him. Goku ducked his head. “You found what?!” he silently hissed. “He's only ten!”

 

“The very fact that I found it, indicates that he's already interested or curious, call it what you wish. It's probably because of the blood-mix that it's sooner for them…”

 

“Gods, Goten should stay at home then… Just in case Trunks tries something… He might go into shock!”

 

Vegeta glared at him. “Oh, that's probably why your son's tongue was shoved down Trunks' throat! - Because of shock!”

 

“What?!” Goku had to restrain himself from shouting again as all heads turned to look at him.

 

“Don't worry,” Vegeta rolled his eyes at Goku's pale face. “They are just curious. That porn was probably only to satisfy their curiosity…”

 

“They were kissing?!” Goku whispered, still unable to get back on the track. He shakily ran his hand over his hair then looked around, his eyes searching for the boys, finding them sitting in the grass with their backs to them, talking about something excitedly, their hands flying about while they described something to each other. Ordinary boys. “Shiiit…” Goku slowly exhaled. “Why didn't you tell me earlier?”

 

Vegeta stared at him for some time. “Two days earlier, when they were staying over night at our house, Goten asked if you approved his friendship with Trunks… You said you did…”

 

Goku's eyes widened. “Oh, shit. I didn't think he was talking…”

 

Vegeta shook his head in disbelief. “So now you are against it?”

 

Goku scratched his spiky head. “Well, no… But…they are only children!”

 

“Theoretically.” Vegeta reached out for an apple. “Practically, if they can reproduce, they aren't…” He took a good bite of a ripe apple.

 

“I'm gonna be sick…” Goku groaned, squirming in his chair. “They are only babies! Gohan wasn't like that…”

 

“What `like that'?” Vegeta's brow rose. “Gohan always was calmer and more considerate than those two. But you forget that he was very young too, when he had his first heat. And you yourself… Damn, that was pretty early too…”

 

“And now I'm really sick…” Goku quickly got up and ran to the closest bathroom, his hand over his mouth.

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes and proceeded with eating his apple. He noticed his approaching son, who left Goten sitting on the grass, watching them.

 

“Could Goten and I stay overnight at your house again?” Trunks asked. “I already asked both the moms; they said they are okay with that if you are.”

 

“You will play Playstation again until 5 AM?” Vegeta picked up another apple. “Yeah, fine, I'll just ask Kakarott.”

 

“Bureaucracy…” Trunks murmured, discontent. He grinned as Vegeta glared at him then pointed for him to go away.

 

“Oh, Goku! Goku!” Trunks ran to the slightly pale Saiyan when he emerged from the building. “Can we stay at your house overnight?” Trunks was almost jumping in impatience; Goku always agreed anyway. Trunks was surprised and even stopped squirming after he saw Goku hesitate.

 

“Err…” Goku scratched his head. “Alright. But you'll sleep in separate rooms.” He squirmed under Trunks' incredulous look. Tried not to blush. Failed.

 

“Oh…” Trunks blushed too. “No, we aren't going to… You know…”

 

“Vegeta saw you two kissing…” Goku wanted to be somewhere else. Dead, for example.

 

“But not fucking!” Trunks voice suddenly rose, and Goku recognized irritation and protectiveness. “Kissing is allowable, or are you going to forbid that, too?!”

 

“Brat! Watch your mouth!” Vegeta snorted from behind Goku. “You can stay at our house, but if we catch you two fucking… Kakarott here wanted to say that you should at least wait several years. In my case, I don't care as long as you are on top. It's a rule. Be gone now. I'll talk to you later.”

 

Trunks' eyes concentrated on Goku's back as he ran back to the bathroom. “What's wrong with him?”

 

“Can't bear the thought of you two fucking each other. Yes, and use condoms, hell knows what you can catch from those Humans…”

 

Trunks scrunched his nose. “Are you both crazy? What's with the birds and the bees all of a sudden?” He shook his head at his father. “We only kissed. We didn't even think about doing anything… Until now…” He chuckled but then frowned. “I mean, hell, you two act like we'd be acting out Kama Sutra or something… What was that all about?”

 

“You have gay porno on your PC.” Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest while his eyes swept over his son. He saw Trunks think, then the boy laughed.

 

“I lent my laptop for a weekend. He probably forgot to delete it,” he loudly laughed, now understanding why his father and Goku got so worked up. “It's not mine. Really.”

 

“Who the fuck used your laptop?” Vegeta's brow rose. Who the hell were Trunks' friends?

 

“Gohan,” Trunks shrugged. “Just don't tell that to Goku. He'll get sick again. Gohan had a virus in his PC, and he had to finishing writing that term paper…”

 

“So he decided to relax in the middle of it.” Vegeta felt like giggling. Good that Kakarott didn't hear that - the other Saiyan would have had a heart attack again or something. “Alright,” he chuckled. “Don't touch Goten. At least four years, or I'm not responsible for Kakarott's actions,” he said then, before turning to go. “Oh,” he turned back to Trunks. “Make me a copy of that porn, will you?”

 

Trunks rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I'll bring the CD with me this evening.”

 

XXXXX

 

Vegeta cozily nestled down into the sofa, against the TV. He could hear the racket going on the third floor, where the two young monsters were doing something.

 

It had been the perfect day, his birthday. Now he needed to end it perfectly. Trunks was a big boy; he knew what people did while watching porno, so he'd stay away and keep Goten away, too.

 

“Kakarott, let's watch a movie,” Vegeta suggested.

 

Goku stuck his head through the door. “Okay. I'll just finish with the dishes.”

 

“Leave them. I'll do them tomorrow.”

 

“Okay,” Goku shrugged.

 

“Close the door,” Vegeta said after Goku entered the living-room.

 

“What are we going to watch?” Goku plopped down on the bouncy sofa.

 

“I'm not sure, should be something about training…” Vegeta grinned at the black screen while inserting the DVD.

 

“Oh,” Goku nodded contently. “I like that. Where did you get it?”

 

“Gohan.”

 

“Oh. Cool. I'm so glad you get along so nicely.”

 

“Yeah,” Vegeta chuckled, coming back to sit next to Goku, who snuggled closer to his mate.

 

After watching the titles and several first scenes, Goku got a little confused. “Are they supposed to wear that at work? That's hardly comfortable…”

 

“Oh, serious businessmen always wear that…”

 

Goku's head lowered to his shoulder, then it started trying to turn even more. “What kind of training is that?” He blinked at the screen. “It must hurt.” Then his eyes widened while he watched one man toss another one on a table. “Is that even allowable during training…?” He blinked as suddenly all the clothes were rudely peeled off the poor guy. “Oh Gods! He bit him!” He watched with horror as the blonde on the screen assaulted the brunette's nipple. “Hey, he doesn't seem to be trying to fight that guy off…”

 

After three minutes Goku turned to Vegeta. “This is that porn you found on Trunks' laptop?”

 

“Yep,” Vegeta smirked. “Took you long enough. Now shut up and let's watch.”

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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