Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ To Begin Again ❯ The Trip Has Only Begun ( Chapter 1 )

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To Begin Again, Part 1: The Trip Has Only Begun

Introduction and brief history:

This story starts twenty-two years after the end of the Buu Saga.

Bura was born a year right after the Buu Saga and Pan a year later.

Five years after Pan was born Videl (a Satan City Police Department Sergeant) died in the line of duty along with her partner, Erasa.

The GT Series did not happen.

It is based in an Alternate Universe. And on why I think Vegeta has such a big head (cough).

Warning: There will be hetro, yaoi and yuri involved and some OOC-ness. I might post the hard-core lemon chapters on another site or maybe by request email them to readers with proof of being old enough to read them.

Disclaimer: These characters are not of my creation; I am using them for the purposes of my imagination. They belong to Akira Toriyama. The original characters are mine.

Rated: R. The story will have humor, romance, swearing, some science and a pinch of hentai. Just an all around general good fic. Hope you all enjoy!

Pairings: Some are already established and some are in the making. Just read and find out.

Just a side note: It's going to be long. I don't want my first piece of fan-fiction to be posted a PWP (pornography without plot). And one more thing. Reviews criticizing my work is OK, but not other reviewers.

*Vegeta's Capsule House*

Vegeta stepped through the front door of his private house on the compound of Capsule Corporation on a Friday afternoon. The prince was wearing an expensive tailored suit. Made of the finest woven wool the color of charcoal. His shirt was made of silk and the color of dove grey. He never wore a tie. He hated those things. Always thought he was being choked or he felt it could be used by an enemy as a choking device. Always thinking as a warrior. Even when it came to his wardrobe.

When Bulma had gotten ill from heart complications she became unable to run her family's business. Having been raised to be the ruler of his home planet he was able to take over the seat of CEO (chief executive officer) of C.C. for the past three years. Thankfully she was able to pull through and was now back to creating ingenious devices to make living on Earth easier.

But their relationship had taken a drastic change. Years of arguing and fighting had taken it's toll on the two. They had decided it would be best for their two children, Trunks and Bura; also, for themselves to end their marriage. So he and Bulma had gotten a divorce. Oddly enough, their old friendship was renewed and they got along better now than they ever did while married.

He set his black leather briefcase down on a stand in the entry hallway. The smells coming from the kitchen confirmed that the food prep robots were working on his noon meal. He always came home for two hours to eat and then train in the gravity room.

When dealing with clients and scientist he found he could concentrate more at training and vise versa. Keeping a multi-billion dollar company running helped him to focus his mind on even the smallest detail. He realized that was one of the reasons he ended up in a relationship with Bulma to begin with. She challenged his mind with her own. But that was over; now she was involved with someone new. Wonder of all wonders it was the green bean. Piccolo.

Two weeks ago on a Monday at the beginning of July they sat down with him at his office in the Capsule Corp. office building. He could tell that there was something going on between the two, just by their scent. What he wasn't prepared for was the news that they were engaged to be wed. He couldn't believe his own reaction after their talk. He was glad for them and even offered to buy the tuxes for the groom's party. He had to admit that the looks on their faces were priceless.

So began the long preparation for the wedding. In seven days all the guys from the Z team were to gather at C.C. to go and get fitted for their tuxedos. He had to make a mental note to have his son Trunks remind his "best friend" Goten to get his father from the desert village where he was training Uub the reincarnated form of Buu. He paused as he thought about Kakarot. His rival. And perhaps the only person he thought could understand him in this whole accursed universe.

Soon before he went out to the desert to train the powerful being his wife, ChiChi asked him for a divorce. She couldn't take the stress of wondering if he'd ever come home or back at all any more and she felt that it would be best for the two of them to start new lives apart. Goku agreed with her. He too felt it was time for a change and gave his wife her divorce. Luckily for him; his children were not too upset by the news. His sons, Gohan and Goten would go out to visit him. When they could. As well as young Pan, his granddaughter, Gohan's offspring.

Vegeta couldn't quite believe all that had changed in his life since he set foot on Earth all those years ago. Looking back at the events in the past he came to realize over the years since Majin Buu that most of those changes were the cause of Kakarot. In one from or another the kind Earth raised Saiyajin had opened the Prince's closed stone heart. He knew deep down in what little soul he had left that the reason he never fully took Bulma as a true mate was because of Kakarot.

Whenever he thought of the younger man, his blood surged through his veins. It used be out of hate; now he knew the truth of his secret heart. He loved him. And he could never have him. Not with a tainted soul. One look into the blackened depths and Kakarot would never want to be near him again. Such a pure spirit should never be soiled by such a condemned soul. It hurt to much sometimes be around the younger Saiyajin. To see that bright smile and to know that he did not deserve to be the recipient. Even though he was the last true prince of his people; Kakarot was the more noble of the two.

Sighing with that last thought; Vegeta made his way up to his sparse bedroom to change into his training suit. He now had a lot of frustration to work off. He decided to put the gravity up to level 1050. If it didn't kill him then maybe it would clear his mind of internal strife.

*Goku Training Uub*

A stray energy blast careened with a steep cliff and destroyed half the craggy surface of the mountain. A tall black haired man looked behind him at the tumbling rocks and then turned his head around to smile at the teenaged boy he trained. For the past seven years he stayed out in the desert training the one time evil Buu's reincarnated spirit. He hoped with his guidance the young man would become a savior of the world and not the menace his once was.

In all those years Goku did have his moments of depression in private. Thoughts of one pointy haired warrior always came to mind in the night's quiet stillness. They were there during his marriage to the Ox Princess ChiChi. He always felt guilty for having never been able to fall in love with his wife when he had instantly fallen in love with a man who had come to destroy the people and planet he loved. He did love her greatly but he never felt that jolt that went through his body when he and Vegeta started their battle all those years ago. Memories of the Saiyajin Prince's hair blowing in the wind yet able to defy gravity all the same and of his confident, arrogant smirk upon soft red lips still sent his heart pumping to a rhythm he had never known existed till that moment.

He remembered his thoughts at that moment so clearly 'Is this what has been missing in my life for all these years? Why don't I get this way around Chi Chi? I know I love her. But why do I not feel the sweat on my palms or the butterflies in my stomach like I'm supposed to? Bulma said that's what people feel when they fall in love. Maybe it's the fight, the excitement of the challenge for this battle? It can't be that the man before me has captured my heart, could it?'

Bringing his wayward thoughts back to the present; Goku decided it was time for a small brake from their destructive training. "Hey Uub! I think it's getting close to dinner time! Let's stop for now and wash up before we eat." Goku patted away some dirt from his now torn blue and orange gi. His student wore an identical training outfit.

The youth agreed to his sensai's idea. "Sure sounds good to me, Goku." Uub then levitated from the ground and started heading back to his village. Goku sighed before following.

The evening meal cleanup was just getting finished when the two warriors felt a powerful but familiar ki signature. "Is that your son Goten, sensai?" Uub asked with a raised brow at the tall man staring into the distance where the life energy signature was coming from. Both now wore clean gis.

"Yes it is. He must be coming out for a visit. He missed dinner though. Oh well. We can always get something later to eat." Then a small chuckle emitted from his softly smiling mouth. Goku was wondering why his youngest son had a fidgety edge to his ki.

Soon they could see the small figure fast approaching the small desert village. In just a few minutes after spotting him, Goten landed just five feet before his father. He had on a black tank and old blue jeans with black high top sneakers. "Dad! It's so good to see you! I've missed you. Gohan has too!" He exclaimed to his father before giving him an exuberant hug. When their hug was over he nodded his head in greeting to Uub.

Goku gave his usual laugh at his son. "Well I missed you both, too. How is everything?"

"It's great that you asked that, dad. I've got some awesome news! Vegeta says to show up this coming Thursday in Satan City at Macabee's Fine Suits* to be fitted for a tuxedo for Bulma's wedding two months later. Sorry I can't stay longer, but mom wants me to meet this man she met while volunteering at the Satan Memorial Hospital. Bye Dad! I love you!" With those quick words the hyper young man was soon flying off into the air back in the direction he came.

Blinking his eyes in wonderment, Uub looked over at Goku to see that his softly tanned face had gone pale. He thought that his teacher was upset at his son's sudden departure. "Well, it's Sunday. So you've got another four days till then." But his teacher didn't hear him.

Goku couldn't believe what he had just heard. 'Did his son just say that Bulma was getting remarried? And Vegeta wants him to show up for a fitting at the tailor he knew did his clothes? Oh my Kami! Does that mean they are getting back together?' Goku thought in distress. He knew that after Bulma had her heart attack that her doctor wanted her to make her life less stressful. Her taking care of Capsole Corporation as it's president, still trying to find time to work on scientific projects, having a husband like Vegeta, and their children had risen her blood pressure to dangerous levels until it finally came to a head when Bura found her mother laying on her lab's floor with a faint pulse. When Bulma had recovered she had a long talk with her husband.

They had soon after filed for a divorce stating unreconcilable differences. And now they're marrying again. 'It must have been all that time they spent together on C.C. business that had to have brought them back together, but when I would go to spare with Vegeta on every third Saturday he never made it sound like they were getting involved again. Oh God! They can't be! I can't be apart of this! Not when I love him so much. How can I stand there watching them exchange vows when I feel this way?' The pain that sliced through Goku's chest at those thoughts caused a worse ache than when he had suffered from that heart virus. A soft whimper of agony escaped his slightly parted lips. Before Uub could ask him if he was alright Goku used his Instant Transmission Technique to teleport himself into the mountains where he grew up.

*Going To The Tailor's*

A Thursday morning at 10:30 am on a cool July day a large group of men walked into the well known tailor shop of Andrew Macabee. Leading the procession was a regular customer of shorter height than most of the others; though it was clear that he had a broad muscular build. Women walking by took notice and some men took covert glances at the man leading the others

into the shop.

They saw a man with jet black flame styled hair that framed a tan skinned angular face like a heart. A strong widow's peek pointed downward just a few inches above his eyes. He was wearing white jeans and a natural colored Irish wool cable knit sweater along with black Wolverine Dual Hiking** boots.

Following right behind Vegeta was a tall green man dressed in a long white cape and turban along with a purple martial artist training suit. Behind Piccolo followed Krillin in black dress slacks, a chambray button shirt and black loafers. Then Yamcha in khaki pants, a cream polo shirt and brown loafers. Tien and Chaotzu were in their customary clothes.

Gohan was wearing a dark blue suit with white dress shirt and black shoes; earlier he had taken off his navy blue and red pin-striped tie. Side-by-side walked in Trunks and Goten. They both wore black jeans. Trunks had on a misty blue ribbed crew neck tee and black high top sneakers. Goten wore a hunter green ribbed polo and black shoes.

They were expecting Goku to arrive any minute. As Vegeta went to a sales clerk in the center of the store to get the tailor as the others began to browse through racks of clothes. They saw garments well made of close-knit material and strong, fine stitching. Realizing Vegeta's good taste; they began to pick out some clothing to purchase.

A few minutes later Vegeta came back to the others with a middle aged tall thin man following right behind him. Andrew Macabee was excited to be the exclusive fitter of the groom's party for Bulma Briefs' wedding. "Hello, Gentlemen. I am Andrew Macabee and I'm pleased to be of service. May the groom come with me please?"

To the shock of the tailor Piccolo stepped forward and introduced himself. "Piccolo, and I'm the groom." Short and to the point. When Macabee regained his composure he gestured for him to follow. They walked to the fitting rooms in back. Vegeta went to a display of catalogs. The others began to wonder were Goku was.

Yamcha asked Goten, "Did you tell Goku to show up today?"

Goten said, "Yeah."

"What time did you tell dad?" Gohan joined in the conversation with a question.

"What time? OOPS! I forgot that!" Goten sheepishly replied.

The others groaned. Forgetfulness obviously ran in the family. Vegeta was listening to them talk. So he sent Gohan to get his father. Since he was the only one of the Son men that didn't forget things.

"Sorry guys. That was the night my mom wanted to introduce her new doctor boyfriend to us." Goten said to the group of men.

"Don't worry about it, Goten." Gohan told his brother before heading towards the village where their father was.

Trunks reassured his secret lover by draping an arm around his shoulder. "It's okay, Goten. I know when you're nervous and excited you sometimes forget things." He leaned in to whisper for his lover's ears only, "Like the Capsule Corporation conference board room door you left open yesterday for instance." Then with a leering wink at his blushing lover; Trunks walked over to Krillin and talked some more about the pending wedding with the short man. Trunks had taken over the seat as President of C.C. from his mother. And Goten now was head of the company's Public Relations department.

No one else heard the conspiratorial statement except Vegeta. He had known for some time those two were involved in a relationship. The look on Kakarot's youngest son's face let him further know just how serious it was for the young man. Goten was definitely in love with his son. Through a strong parental bond with Trunks; Vegeta also knew his son felt the same.

Several minutes went by before the tailor sent out an assistant to ask for the best man. Vegeta knew that Gohan would be the Namek's best man for the wedding. Telling the assistant that he was on an errand; Vegeta suggested that the others take turns to get their measurements done.

Just then Piccolo walked out to where the other men were. They informed him that Gohan had to leave to get Goku. Goten further explained he forgot to tell his dad the time to show up.

The assistant looked at a list of the men's names. He called for Yamcha to follow him to the back. Trunks noticed an empty side changing room and gestured for Goten to go in. Taking some clothes, Goten walked over to the nook. A few minutes later when the others were looking at a tuxedo in a catalog Trunks snuck into the booth where his lover was.

*Secret Love*

Goten wrapped his arms around his beloved's neck as their lips met in a passionate kiss. Trunks began to unbutton his lover's shirt.

With a lick at Goten's throat his whispered, "Do you remember what I did to you in the board room yesterday? Do you want me to do that again?" Trunks then pulled the shirt off Goten.

The memory of Trunks' masterful tongue and mouth on his penis left Goten with an aching groin. "Oh yes, Trunks. Touch me, koi. Please." He whimpered.

With an other lick at his strong neck, Trunks then kissed and nipped his way down to Goten's nipples. Gentle nips and soft swirls of a skilled tongue brought a low moan out of his lover's lips.

Trunks placed a hand over Goten's mouth so the others wouldn't hear his moans.

Goten took his shirt and stuffed it in his mouth to muffle his noises. Trunks worked wonders on his body again with his mouth. His lover began to go lower on his torso. He could feel the tip of a hot moist tongue dip into his naval. Goten's jeans were getting tight as Trunks nibbled at an ab.

Trunks couldn't wait any longer to take his love's member into his mouth. He undid the fly and worked the jeans down to strong thighs. Taking the cotton briefs in hand he lowered them till he had access to a hard piece of musky candy. Trunks kissed the base and along the length to the bulbous end. There was a drip of milky white liquid at the tip. A hungry tongue lapped it up before the head was taken into a hot mouth. Sucks and licks greeted the pink end.

Goten could barely restrain his moans. All these years they've been lovers and every time still felt like the first. He remembered their first time together as if it was just hours ago. While Trunks began to take more of him inside his mouth Goten thought back to the camping trip they took together just before college. A trip that ended in them becoming secret lovers.

They had gone into the mountains were Dr. Jero's lab had been. They wanted to take a look at a part of the Z warrior's history. Together they had moved a lot of damage out of the way into the underground facility. With flashlights and a careful eye at their surroundings they had gone in. Dust and dirt was everywhere that they shone the beams on. Broken pieces of glass and metal were littered all about the floor. Rocks and debris had made it a dangerous trek.

Goten had been stepping around a glass tank when he stepped upon a rock the wrong way. He fell down with a slightly twisted ankle. Within a second Trunks was by his side helping him to his feet. When he tried walking; it hurt too much. So, Trunks had taken him in his arms and flown them out. His cheeks were a bright red at being in his secret crush's arms. Thankfully Trunks hadn't noticed. He was too unsure of how his best friend would take the news that he was in love with him.

Trunks had been so careful with him. He had set him down by their camp fire on a sitting log. He took out a towel and wrapped it around an ice pack. Then put that on his ankle as he felt for any broken bones. The feel of Trunk's hands so soft and caressing his skin made a shudder go up his spine.

At the movement Trunks had looked up to see if he had hurt him. But what he saw made him catch his breath. The look on Goten's face was so seductive. Pink patches were on his cheeks and his eyes were lidded. The pupils were dilated to the size of dimes. Soon short breaths panted past slightly parted lips. Trunks could think of only one thing to do. That was to kiss his best friend.

Goten gasped at Trunks' sudden kiss. His crush pulled back to see if he had misread the signs on his face. He wasn't wrong as Goten showed his feelings by kissing him back.

"Goten?" Trunks had inquired. He had suddenly become timid.

"Yes, Trunks. I... I want you. I have for a long time now." Goten reassured that his best friend's intentions were welcomed.

With a moan Trunks kissed his lips with desperate passion. That was the start of their new relationship.

His penis fully sheathed inside a hot mouth brought Goten back to the present with a sigh. He looked down to see his lover's lavender haired head bobbing at his thighs. One hand was holding his shirt over his mouth. He took the other and placed it gently on the back of Trunks' head. His fingers threaded through the fine soft hair as he could feel an orgasm coming.

A scream of climax was muffled by the shirt as Trunks drank down his koi's tangy semen. He kissed his way back up to Goten's chin. He pulled the shirt away to kiss parted lips. Their tongues met in a game they have perfected with years of practice.

Goten grabbed at the bottom of Trunks' shirt. He pulled it off the perfect body of his lover and began to kiss at a tanned neck. He couldn't figure out his fascination of the corded neck. He just loved to kiss and nibble at it.

Impatience made Trunks halt Goten's kisses. He wanted to be inside his lover now. He took the other's pants and briefs completely off. Then he undid his own button fly jeans and shoved them down to his knees. With a kiss he spun Goten around and started to nip down the muscular back till he reached the perfectly shaped posterior. He licked at the swollen lump that was left of the removed tail. Trunks put two of his fingers in his mouth to coat them well with saliva. Taking his wet fingers; he then dipped them into the puckered anal opening. Trunks started to suck at the tail bump.

Goten had to put his shirt back in his mouth. The sweet torture Trunks was invoking in his body had him quaking to its very ends. The tips of his toes curled as two digits stroked at his prostate. The sucking motion stopped as a hot tongue licked its way up to the middle of his back. As a hard length slowly entered his ass; a mouth bit down on the flesh at his shoulder blade's center.

Trunks placed his lover's knees on the changing room's bench. He then wrapped Goten's legs around his so the calves were resting on the backs of his knees and so the feet crossed. He then brought out a condom to place it on Goten's now stiff member so they wouldn't leave a mess in the room. Goten braced his hands on the mirrored wall.

When Trunks was satisfied with his preparations; he began to set a rhythm with his thrusting hips.

*Ok, Not So Secret*

Out in the store's show room the other men were busy browsing. Only two had noticed the other's disappearance. Vegeta and Piccolo.

With his keen Namekian hearing Piccolo was able to pick up the sensual sounds coming from a corner changing room. Somehow he wasn't surprised. He knew that Bulma would be alright with her eldest child's choice of love interest. She always wanted all of them to be happy. What he was worried about though was how the others would react. On Earth it was a bit taboo for that kind of a relationship.

The taboo unfortunately stemming from religious beliefs. And him being the former Kami, he had no problem with it. He figured it was mostly human insecurity that made it forbidden. Wasn't it supposed to be who you fell in love with that mattered? Not the sex of your partner. That love was blind to race, religion, creed, gender and species? Sometimes he was as clueless of human behavior as Vegeta. He understood the man's intense dislike of the species at times.

But he was grateful for finding someone like Bulma. The open-minded genius was the best thing to ever happen to him; other than his friendship with Gohan. Thoughts of the blue haired beauty evaded his mind as he was looking through a catalog.

When she had asked him to help her create a warning detection system for Earth against any outside invading force a year ago, Piccolo had no idea it would turn into them falling for each other. They had spent months working on the guidance and artificial intelligent systems of the American football field sized disc. It not only would detect alien ships but also asteroids, meteorites and comets that may be on a destructive path to Earth.

Now it was set in an orbiting path around the blue life filled orb. They had also programmed it to avoid any other satellites and also the lookout.

Piccolo had asked her why she didn't just go to Vegeta to help her with the design since he spent more time in space then all the Z-warriors put together. Bulma said he would not even bother since "Kakarot and I are able to defend the planet just fine without any help from some baka human machine." They both shared a smile after Bulma had quoted the prince's words.

With alot of reasoning Bulma had convinced him to help her. Stating who better to set up a defensive detection system for Earth other than the former Kami. What he at first thought was brown-nosing turned out to be her actual feelings. More flattered than he supposed was safe he agreed to assist her.

Piccolo had always known she was the most intelligent woman on the planet. He just didn't realize how much until they worked on the project.

And now here he was going through page after boring page of a catalog filled with young good looking men posing in suits and tuxedos. 'Do men really stand around like that? I've never seen Vegeta act like this in one of his suits for Capsule Corp. business.' He unfortunately came across a few hideous designs.

One looked like it was from the seventies. Pale blue with ruffled shirt and a ridiculous bow tie. 'You've got to be kidding me! Who in the hell would wear that?'He also saw a brown velvet suit with a cranberry cummerbund. 'What the freaking hell? What is a cummerbund? Oh, that's what it is! Well no freaking way!' Another nasty suit destroyed a few more brain cells a few pages later. A white suit. All white with a pale blue long tie. 'You're kidding me right? I don't want to look like a Ken® doll! Vegeta is this some kind of a joke? I'll fucking kill you if it is!'

Bulma had insisted he go and pick out a suit with the others. Stating that he having the perfect tux for their wedding would mean a great deal to her. Bulma didn't want him to fashion himself with a mentally created suit. That Piccolo having a suit made just for him, and not by him, would make the day all the more special.

"Please, Piccolo," she had argued. "You never go and get anything for yourself. At least get a suit made for you by a tailor for our wedding. It would mean so much to me. I'm getting a beautiful new gown for the wedding made. You should get a tux made, too. Please go with the guys and pick one out. For me?"

Luckily he found a few that looked ok. One was a classic style of tuxedo. The kind you see worn on a red carpet. Then a few of the newer hip styles that looked good. Like what Samuel L. Jackson**** had worn to an award show awhile back. He also found a really nice one that looked like an old style from a hundred years ago. Something out of an old movie he once saw with Bulma. Piccolo busily kept looking through catalogs as his friends looked at all the clothes or were being measured by the tailor.

Soon Krillin was coming out from the back as he said they wanted Tein next. The tall tri-clops headed to the back as Chaotzu levitated and continued to browse through racks of shirts. The diminutive emperor would be the last one to get his measurements done before Gohan came back with Goku.

§Author Notes§

*: If there is a tailor by the name of Macabee; sorry, had no idea. I just thought it was a cool name.

**: Got my brother a pair of these for Christmas. He loves them. So, I decided to dress Vegeta in a pair.

***: Ken is a registered trademark of the Mattel Inc. Toy company. I have a groom's suit for one of my old dolls that's completely white. I think the tie was a pale blue. I also think the brown velvet one was on another doll from the like. It might have been Todd. I can't remember who he was supposed to marry. I'm sure some of you recall them and know what I'm talking about.

****: He is so damn sexy! Especially when he is completely bald. Like in "Shaft". He would make a great Piccolo in the movie! (Hint, hint)

Speaking of the movie... I hope to God all the characters aren't played by Caucasians. Please have at least three of Asian descent. Might I suggest the two main characters from a great movie. It's Chinese. The title in English is "Storm Riders". I've seen it on Showtime a few times. The guy that played "Whispering Wind" would be a great Goku. And the one who played "Cloud" is the perfect Vegeta. I really don't think who I've heard that might be playing his role fits. Oh yeah! And the woman that plays the main female role would be great for ChiChi. She has the looks and style of her. Just some fan's suggestions to Hollywood before they screw up the movie!

Warwick Davis would be cool as Chaotzu! Don't be mad at me! I happen to be white, ok!

I know, I know. Maybe too soon for a little twist of lemon. That is not as hardcore as the ones I've already written for the story. Believe me. I'm talking big time citrus. Like the size of a grapefruit. 10 full pages! Review if you want. You don't have to.

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