Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity ❯ Chapter 2

Trinity

Author: Xero Sky

Pairings: Oh, Vegeta X Vejitto X Goku, and various combinations thereof.

Warnings: YAOI AU, lemon, language, violence, at some point. Silliness here and there. Intelligent Goku. Plus whatever warning's appropriate to intimate contact between a fusion and his separate selves . . . O.o

Author's note: /.../ means telepathic speech. Thanks to legendary chibi vegeta for beta reading. Thanks to Talon and Atshi for relentless sporking (I think…).

Disclaimer: All copyrights belong to their appropriate owners. No profit is intended from this work of fan fiction.

Chapter Two

Vejitto, prince of all saiyajins, sat on the edge of the Lookout with his legs dangling over nothing, and brooded.

Behind him, the Lookout glowed with the polished splendor of the heavens, all of its surfaces gleaming in the sunlight. The sky was an astonishing blue all around, tinted darker above than below. A faint, pleasant, breeze spread the scent of flower gardens all around. Soft, ethereal, music could be heard from one of the nearly glowing white buildings, perhaps coaxed from some instrument by the fingers of the Guardian of Chikyuusei himself. It was carved out of ningen dreams of what heaven should be, and it was imbued with a supernal sense of otherworldly beauty. An ordinary mortal might give his life for a chance to see it.

It all bored the shit out of Vejitto.

It wasn't that he didn't appreciate this sort of environment from time to time. After all, it was refreshingly free of the boorish, increasingly attitude-bearing ningens who frequented the planet below. He was fond of a few of those ningens, but the great mass of them made him want to take planet purging back up as a hobby, if not a profession. It was that nothing changed up here, and nothing happened, and there was no one, really, for Vejitto to spar with or talk to or even just be with.

Oh, Piccolo was up here, as he often was, meditating or having some sort of passionate, asexual love affair with Dende or whatever the hell he did when he was here. Vejitto was ambivalent about him, though, not having had enough of his own experiences with the warrior Namekjin. Goku liked him; Vegeta did not. That wasn't much to go on. He wasn't really attractive enough a companion to make that much of an effort to get to know, at least not at the moment. Besides which, Piccolo kept curling his lip up whenever he saw Vejitto, as if offended by him. It got on Vejitto's nerves.

There was Dende, the semi-ethereal Guardian, who seemed happy to have Vejitto there. He seemed happy about just about everything, though, so that didn't say much. Vejitto supposed he could understand that. After all the kid had been through in his life, anything involving peace must seem like a freaking vacation. Dende had repeatedly offered Vejitto the run of the lookout, with his own room, as much food as Mr. Popo could serve up, and every luxury Vejitto might want. Other than decent conversation. The facts were that Dende had spent much of his life up on the Lookout. One of Vejitto's pre-fusion selves had been around for virtually every big event in Dende's life, almost all of which had been traumatic. That left pretty much nothing to talk about.

There was Mr. Popo, who frankly was just a little too freaky for Vejitto's tastes. He cooked, he cleaned, he cultivated…interesting herbs, and he didn't seem to have any facial features except eyes and that big mouth. And that was pretty much all there was to say about Mr. Popo.

Since no one else came up there, that left the Lookout free of busy, noisy mortals. And anything else Vejitto might have found interesting.

There was one good thing, though.

It was also free of the being who appeared to be his next nemesis.

Chichi.

She had proven to be a tremendous and nearly omnipresent pain in the ass, especially for a woman who claimed to be avoiding him. She flat out did not like him, which was fair enough. The fact that she constantly had to repeat it to everyone, usually at volume, made him itch to flash-fry her. And of course he couldn't do that, because Goku was usually there, quietly making certain that no flash-frying fun was had.

Gah…

He pried a tile up from the ground next to him and heaved it out into the sky. There was a chance it might plummet down through the roof of Goku's house and ventilate the harpy. Not a good chance, but he would take what he could get.

Here he was, the most powerful being in the universe, and that…woman…had driven him up here for lack of anywhere to stay down there.

He loathed her.

The Goku part of him didn't change that much at all. For one thing, Goku had been voluntarily dead for several years just prior to the fusion, so he hadn't been exactly overwhelmed with recent fond memories of Chichi when he'd put the earring on. His feelings for Gohan had been very strong, but not for his wife.

For Vejitto, Goku's residual affection for Chichi was strongly alloyed with Vegeta's uncompromising irritation with the woman. Chichi definitely rubbed Vegeta's fur the wrong way, and that strong position naturally made it easier to resolve Vejitto's conflicting emotions into dislike.

That wasn't the whole reason he idly wanted her flattened into paste. Oh, no. The woman herself had contributed mightily to his opinion of her. Not only was her open dislike enough to goad him, but there was one other important factor.

She was loud. Relentlessly, overbearingly, obnoxiously loud. Despite her uncouth manner and rough speech, she was also appallingly eloquent on her favorite subject: Vejitto, and the five thousand reasons his existence was a personal insult.

He could certainly deal with the abuse if he had to, but that voice… That screeching, howling voice… No one wanted to have to listen to the harpy chorus that accompanied Vejitto wherever he went.

For the ningens it was bad enough. For those with saiyajin blood, and saiyajin hearing, it was torture. He'd left Goku's house voluntarily, out of pity for the brats, even though Gohan was spending all his time with Piccolo or Vide, and Goten had practically moved in with Trunks.

There was no room at Kame House, even if Kamesennin could've been convinced to move his porn collection out of the climate-controlled, archive-safe rooms that had once been bedrooms.

As for Capsule Corp, the problem with staying there had been somewhat more complicated. Bulma, her eyes showing a predatory gleam Vejitto found both familiar and disturbing, had been willing to have him stay there, Chichi or not. Vegeta, on the other hand, had been actively hostile.

What a surprise.

Vejitto understood Vegeta perfectly well, but that didn't make the original ouji any less annoying. Vejitto liked aggression. He liked aggressive saiyajins even more. He did not enjoy having one constantly challenging his name, his title, and his basic right to exist.

He could have stopped it. He could, in fact, stop Vegeta dead, once and for all. There was no question that Vejitto was the more powerful of the two. However, it was also true that he was the last person who was going to hurt either Vegeta or Goku. Undeniably, he had a soft spot for both of them, no matter how irritating they or their families could be.

He understood Vegeta's pride, and his outrage at having the universe saved out from under him by, of all things, Vejitto. Vejitto was a mongrel, an act of desperation and defeat in Vegeta's eyes. He was the embodiment of every moment of inadequacy Vegeta had ever had. After all, if he'd been strong enough, Vegeta would have taken out Buu himself. And Kakarot! Vejitto was a perfect blending of the two of them, living proof that they were more alike than Vegeta wanted to admit.

On top of all of these slights was the fact that Vejitto had as much right to the royal title as he did and had no intention of relinquishing it just because Vegeta now existed at the same time. Vegeta didn't see it that way. That wasn't much of a surprise either.

On the other side of the coin, there was Goku, who was both intrigued by Vejitto and faintly provoked. Despite his good nature, he had gotten used to being the most powerful being around. Should Vejitto turn out badly, there was nothing that Goku could do about it. The most interesting part of Goku's reaction was the fact that this vague anxiety had more to do with the Goku part of Vejitto than it did with the Vegeta part.

Vejitto wasn't entirely certain how he knew this; he hadn't actually had many conversations with Goku. He felt strongly, though, that most of Goku's concern had to do with a basic mistrust of his own nature.

There was, Vejitto supposed, no real surprise in that, now that he had all this fabulous free time on his hands to contemplate it. All of Goku's transformations had either caused great pain (oozaru) or come about as a result of great pain. Even the third level of super saiyajin had been bought with a sort of dull despair at the emptiness of his existence in the afterlife. It wasn't really that much of a surprise that he regarded Vejitto with something like suspicion.

After all, Vegeta was reliably hostile and just as reliably on the right side of things, at least lately. Goku had gotten used to Vegeta. Vejitto, on the other hand, was an altogether unsettling unknown.

Besides, who appreciated having to look at themselves in a slightly distorted mirror all the time? Not to mention a mirror that was perfectly capable of spilling all your most intimate secrets on a whim. He wasn't sure he blamed either one of them for being uncomfortable with him.

That didn't help him out at all, of course.

It pretty much left Vejitto just where he was: alone and bored out of his skull. He swore absently, without much force. In the grand scheme of things, it probably wasn't a good idea for a being of his power to be this bored; you'd think that the universe would have some mechanism in place to prevent it from happening.

Baka universe.

Well, hell, might as well go downstairs and get insulted or screeched at again. Maybe this time someone would go too far and he'd get to blow something up.

With a sigh, Vejitto simply leaned forward and rolled off the edge of the Lookout. It really didn't matter if he remembered to fly before hitting the ground or not.

*****************

"I'm not joking, Goku! Do I look like I'm joking? Do I?"

No, Chichi, you look like you're having a seizure. Again. Goku thought. He did not, of course, say that. He never said anything like that, despite the fact that such thoughts had been occurring to him regularly throughout his marriage.

"Not really," he said out loud, still working on tying the tassel to the head of Goten's spear. The boy needed it for the demonstration he was going to be giving today with the World Champion Martial Arts Champion, Junior Division, more mundanely known as Trunks, and Goku had promised it would be done in time. The slippery silken cord was being particularly annoying as he tried to knot it without accidentally shattering the shaft of the spear.

He wondered if Chichi had any idea how difficult it was doing delicate things like this with his strength. Mentally, he shrugged at that thought. He doubted that she cared. She was in the process of reminding her son and husband why she'd forbidden the demonstration in the first place; Goten had no business skipping school for such a thing. The boy was sitting in Goku's lap at the moment, sucking his thumb and obviously trying to pretend he was too interested in the spear to hear what his mother was saying.

"Then WHY ARE YOU STILL DOING THAT?" his darling wife shrieked, and Goku winced, his sensitive ears altogether unsuited to that kind of treatment.

"Because, bakayaro onna, HE PROMISED HIS SON HE WOULD!!"

Goku was too shocked that Vegeta was defending him to wonder what the ouji was doing in his front room. Chichi, however, was not.

"Get OUT! Look what you did! You're going to have to pay for that window, loudmouth!"

It was true that the front window had shattered at the sound of Vegeta's voice. It was equally true that Goku wasn't one to overlook the handy diversion that this offered. Concentrating for a moment on Trunks' ki, he pressed two fingers to his forehead and teleported himself and Goten to Capsule Corp before either of the combatants could so much as blink in his direction.

"There you go, Goten!" he said cheerfully, handing his son the spear as soon as they appeared in the kitchen at Capsule Corp. Trunks, sitting at the table in a gi with the royal crest of Vegetasei elaborately stitched on it, simply waved as he stuffed the last of a cookie in his mouth. Bulma squawked at the sudden intrusion, then calmed herself as the two nearly identical Son faces were turned towards her.

"Sorry, Bulma," Goku said, smiling. She was really done up nice today for her son's demonstration, he thought. He was the World Champion, after all. Most people had lost their memories of the events surrounding the last Budokai, by agreement of the Kais, and both her son and Mr. Satan were suddenly back in demand.

"It's alright," she said, unable to remain angry at him for long. She'd missed him more than she'd realized while he was dead. "Trunks, why don't you go get Goten the new gi we got for him, okay?"

Excited, both boys ran upstairs.

"I hope you don't mind," Bulma said. "Trunks and I thought Goten should have something special to wear, since Trunks does."

"That's great of you, Bulma. He's really excited. Thanks for taking care of this for us," Goku said warmly.

Left unsaid was the fact that she was doing this because Chichi refused to acknowledge anything Goten might want to do outside of studying. She'd been more lenient with him than she'd ever been with Gohan. However, now that Goku was back, she'd regained much of her former obsession with schooling. It was as if she feared that Goku would contaminate him with…. What? His saiyajin-ness?

The old friends shared a glance for a moment, both of them understanding how things were and why Goku still refused to say anything out loud about them. Then Bulma blinked and remembered something.

"Oh, Goku, I forgot. Vegeta's on his way over to see you for some reason," she said.

She'd expected a surprised reaction. Vegeta never went to the Son house, and he certainly wasn't in the habit of visiting Goku. She didn't expect what she got, though.

"Oh, fuck!" Goku said in sharp dismay a mere second before disappearing again, leaving Bulma alone in the kitchen.

Well, she hadn't lived with Vegeta for so long without getting used to unpredictable behavior. "Goddamned saiyajins," she muttered fondly, grabbing a cookie for herself before she went to make sure the boys weren't late.

*****************

"You should kill her and salt the earth you bury her in."

"Oh, come on, Vegeta, she's not that bad."

"She's a harpy from Hell, Kakarott, and you know it," Vegeta said seriously, still contemplating the bite marks on his wrist. "If you hadn't interfered, I would have sent her back home."

Goku tried not to laugh, but he had to turn his head away to hide his smirk. It really wasn't all that funny, he supposed: he'd arrived back home just in time to prevent Vegeta from killing his wife. However, the fact that she'd sunk her teeth into the ouji's arm and that Vegeta hadn't instantly annihilated her for it said something, though he wasn't sure what.

The fact that he'd had trouble getting Chichi to let go said something else, something that was a lot less intriguing. The woman was stubborn and strong, traits that had served her well as a single parent, but she was also viciously single-minded. Had she really thought her teeth would go through Vegeta's skin? And what good had she though biting him would do?

Goku shook his head. His wife was a mystery. Being dead for eight years hadn't given him any added insight into the woman at all.

"I'm sorry she bit you, Vegeta. I really wasn't expecting her to fly off the handle like that. I just wanted to get Goten out of there before…" he trailed off, not wanting to reveal any more of his personal situation. He didn't know exactly what the deal was between Vegeta and Bulma, but he was pretty sure it was better than what he had.

"Before things got any louder? Kakarott, this would be easily solved if…"

"If I killed my children's mother? Nice, Vegeta."

The ouji shrugged. "Whatever. I didn't come here to get chewed on, Kakarott."

The two of them continued threading their way through the trees. Goku had pretty much dragged Vegeta out of his house, amazed the whole time that his wife and his house hadn't disappeared in a blinding flash already. Vegeta had taken to the air immediately, leading both of them to this place along the coast. It was thickly forested down to the beaches, most of which required a drop off a cliff to reach. That would be, of course, no problem when they got there.

In the meantime, Goku enjoyed the walk. The sky was overcast, and there was an ocean breeze even here among the trees. Even so, everything had an odd, muted quality to it. Their footsteps made little sound among the pine needles. The rhythmic roar of the waves was constant, yet still some ways off.

Goku realized that, other than their fight before Buu's appearance, this was the first time he'd been alone with Vegeta since…when? Since he'd first met him? Years and years, at the very least.

"Vegeta? What did you want to talk to me about, anyway?"

"Training."

"Training?"

"You are back for good, are you not? Then it's time to start training again," Vegeta said.

Goku eyed him. "You brought me out here to tell me to train?"

"Don't be a moron. We both need to train. You are the only suitable partner for me, since I won't waste my time with your son. Not until he's re-learned his basic skills," Vegeta said dispassionately, paying a great deal more attention to where he was walking than to Goku.

"What, you want to spar with me out here?"

"Where better, Kakarott?" Vegeta said, stopping at the edge of a sudden cliff. He gestured with one hand, and Goku whistled, taking it all in.

The ground fell sharply to the beach below. Before them was the expanse of the coast line, with deeply forested hills running down to cliffs and black sand beaches. A few hundred feet from the beach, huge volcanic rocks jutted from the water, beaten endlessly by the surf. Before them was a craggy black monolith that the sea had eaten a hole in; the surf boomed angrily as it charged through.

There were no sign of ningen habitation, and no whispers of ki for hundreds of miles.

"Sounds good to me, Ve--"

The next sound he heard was the prince's fist hitting his face, and the next thing he felt after that was the rocks at the base of the cliff shattering around him when he hit.

Blinking, he stared up at the sky for a few moments before Vegeta filled most of it, landing with his legs spread on either side of the hole Goku had been driven into.

"You know, Vegeta, you're a serious asshole."

"So I've heard, Kaka-"

Vegeta's speech was interrupted by the sound of Goku's boot catching him in the ass and sending him hurtling through the air. By chance, his body went straight through the arch in the rocks before slamming into the sea with an enormous splash of water and sand. Goku, who had flipped neatly to his feet by now, grinned. "Two points," he said.

With a roar, Vegeta reappeared in the sky, his hands slinging tiny glowing spheres at Goku. The cliff exploded. Of course, by that time Goku wasn't there anymore.

The peaceful sky erupted into a display of titanic violence.

*****************

Vejitto paused with his hand hovering before the front door of what had once been his home. The explosion of ki to the west drew his attention, and a grin crept across his handsome features. If he'd been paying attention properly, he would have noticed already that Goku wasn't home.

Instead of which, he'd been brooding over the ingratitude of the woman whose life he'd personally saved any number of times, not including the times he'd saved the whole freaking planet. It wasn't like she'd been much help any of those times, either. Although he had to admit that she'd done a fair job raising their sons while Goku was dead or training.

In any case, he hadn't realized that Goku wasn't home until he felt the explosion of the man's ki and the answering shriek of Vegeta's power.

He was about to regret that.

As he turned to leave, the door opened.

"Are you in on it too?" Her voice was low and deep with loathing.

The handsome saiyajin turned to stare at his former wife. Her tone was chilling: he was used to loud and abrasive from her, not quiet and hateful.

"In on what?" he said, not liking the wary tone in his voice.

"Goten. Goku and that bastard ouji took him away from me, from his studies, to go show off with that spoiled little rich boy he thinks is his friend," she said coldly. "Are you here to keep me from going after him? Is that it?"

"Woman," he said slowly, "I didn't know anything about it. I came looking for Goku, but since he's not here, I'll go find him."

She laughed, as unappealing a sound as he'd ever heard, like broken glass being tumbled over and over. "You think I don't know you freaks can all sense each other? Do you take me for stupid?"

What was he going to say? That he, the most powerful being in the universe, had been brooding over her? He wasn't going to flatter her. He fell back on a familiar standard.

"Your sons are part saiyajin, woman. Do you call them freaks too?"

"My sons," she said, her eyes flashing, "are my sons. He hasn't even been here! I have!"

Did Goku never defend himself from this sort of shit? Why was Vejitto going to have to do it? Because he was. He wasn't going to be able to keep his mouth shut and listen to her berate him…berate Goku… for these things!

"He killed himself to save you all, you idiot! If he'd known you were pregnant, do you think he would have stayed away? Gohan was old enough to get by without him. It's not like you missed him much, anyway!"

"Didn't miss him? It wasn't supposed to be this way! He's mine! I married the hero, and he's supposed to be here, with me, not out ruining our son!"

"How is a demonstration match going to ruin Goten? Is your brain broken?!" Vejitto snapped back.

He didn't want to be here, arguing with her, when there were saiyajins fighting nearby. It was so hard to let her have the final word, though… That was a trait of the royal house, he knew; his father had once had an alien ambassador executed for refusing to let him have the final say. That particular inheritance had come through to Vejitto undiluted.

The problem was that Chichi wasn't about to let him have the last word either.

"Now that I've got him back, Goku is going to stay here and be a husband. Goten is going to be a normal little boy, and that's all there is to it! I may have lost Gohan, but the other two are mine!" she barked at him. She'd gone into a fighter's stance, without apparently noticing.

Vejitto laughed.

"You don't own a saiyajin, stupid onna! Especially not that one!"

"Oh, but I do." Chichi said, grinning mirthlessly. "And I'm going to prove it to you and that bastard prince, one way or another."

Then she slammed the door shut in his face.

For a moment, the fate of the planet hung in the balance.

Vejitto's eye twitched.

******************

Four hours later Goku went skipping across the surf on his ass like a stone thrown by a particularly gifted child. When he came to rest, he flopped down in the water, panting, and let the surf nudge him on to shore.

He closed his eyes, feeling little but the pain in his body and the gentle pulling and sucking of the waves. It was an oddly erotic combination.

"That was pathetic, Kakarott," Vegeta said, standing over him. The prince was also wet, and had lost his shirt and a glove, but he still managed to look regal.

"Thanks, Vegeta. Your encouragement means so much to me."

The prince snorted. "Don't blame me for it. You're getting sloppy, relying on brute force instead of skill. I could have taken you apart any time I wanted to."

"Is that why you're halfway out of your clothes and your nose is bleeding?"

Vegeta wiped his nose with the back of his hand and was annoyed to see that there was actual blood there. "Very good," he said, betraying none of his irritation. "You've managed to give me a nose bleed. It's a pity you still weren't able to defeat me. Not unless you'd resorted to that other form of yours."

"Super saiyajin three?" Goku asked, getting heavily to his feet. The prince did have a point. Vegeta had just trounced his ass, and there was no getting around that. "You'll notice I didn't use it."

"Yes, I give you credit for that much. Your skills are deteriorating, just the same."

"I've been dead for most of the last decade, Vegeta, in case you hadn't noticed."

"None of your pitiful excuses. I expect to see you here tomorrow, at six in the morning."

Goku sighed and took his shirt off. With a flare of ki, he dried himself and it, then shook his hair to get the sand out. It rebounded to its usual spiky disarray.

"I can't," he said a little morosely. "Chichi wants me to go look for a job tomorrow."

Vegeta stared at him. Acutely embarrassed, Goku turned away. "I know. You don't think I should lower myself to get a ningen job. She's kind of right; we could use the money, I guess. On the other hand, it's not like I have any job skills."

Vegeta just kept staring at him. Goku reddened, wishing he'd made up some sort of lie instead of blurting out the truth. He waited for the barrage of insults. Maybe he deserved them.

Instead, Vegeta simply relented, all at once. "Fine," he said crisply. "You have a job now. You will serve as my sparring partner. The onna will arrange to pay you something for it: however much will keep your harpy quiet. I don't need you distracted. I need you focused, so I can kick your ass honestly."

Goku stared at him, dumbstruck, for long enough that the prince was on the edge of fidgeting. Then he burst into one of those Son smiles that made you think the sun had just broken out from behind storm clouds.

"Really??? That would be great, Vegeta!! How can I ever thank you?!?"

"Hn. Just don't be late, Kakarott." The prince spoke as he rose into the air, giving Goku a speculative look before rocketing away towards his own home.

Goku smiled as he watched the prince go. He wondered what was behind this sudden show of interest in him. They'd never really sparred before today. Hell, the prince had never sought him out as company, even. Then, all of a sudden, here Vegeta was offering him a job. He shook his head. As far as he was concerned, wonders never ceased.

Losing his smile, somewhat, he went into a series of stretches, cooling his muscles down. He would use his instant teleportation technique to get him home. It would shave a few minutes flying time, and allow him to cool off while still getting home before Goten. He didn't intend the boy to face Chichi's disapproval all by himself.

With a sigh, he did a series of back flips down the beach, leaving jagged holes in the wave-smoothed black sand. Then he stretched again, feeling his muscles ripple pleasantly. It really was good to start sparring again. He'd missed it.

*****************

Across the beach from him, invisible amongst the trees, Vejitto sat and watched him. His ki was suppressed to nothing, and indeed he didn't need it now. Since leaving the harpy onna's doorstep, he'd spent most of his time there, sitting at the base of a tree. The position kept him hidden while allowing him to see most everything, and his keen senses had picked up the rest of their battle.

So, they'd be together all the time now, eh? That was good. Maybe he could convince them both to fight him. That would be outstanding.

He watched Goku casually stroll towards him, punctuating his progress with long, languorous stretches and the occasionally set of flips and jumps. It was, despite the obviously lazy nature of it all, an impressive display.

And Chichi thought she owned that?

Vejitto snorted.

Muscles strained and moved under satin-like skin. Arms turned into columns of perfectly sculpted flesh as Goku walked down the beach on his fingertips before suddenly flipping over and regaining his feet in a display of nearly unbelievable grace. He stopped and went through the flowing movements of a kata, every gesture speaking of his carefully controlled power.

Vejitto watched avidly. It was probably narcissism, but he didn't care much. Any being who spent as much time as he and the other two did in the perfection of body and skills was bound to be a narcissist.

He found it intoxicating to watch the two of them, at any time. He didn't understand them perfectly, anymore than he understood himself perfectly, or, for that matter, anybody understood themselves perfectly. His duality had faded over time, ebbing into singularity in much the same way that his two voices had blended into one. He still had an insight into each of them that no one else would ever have, but not much more than a bonded mate would have. It was a pity that none of them had a mate like that, another small tragedy to tag on the overwhelming tragedy that was Vegetasei.

He blinked, wondering why he was thinking about such things.

On the beach, Goku slid into the splits, his feet pushing up mounds of sand as he sank downward. His arms moved, following the motions of a kata Kamesennin had once taught him, back so far that Vejitto barely remembered it.

Laughing at some memory, he levered himself upward again on his hands, twisting until he was standing perfectly straight on his hands. Still smiling, he let himself roll down out of it, until he was sitting on the sand, his head tossed back and his legs sprawled back as he leaned on his arms. He drew in great draughts of the clean sea air, and, with obvious reluctance, got up and put his shirt back on.

Time to go home. He concentrated, then pressed two fingers against his forehead and was gone.

Behind him, Vejitto took in his absence with an almost physical ache in his heart. The handsome saiyajin had nearly taken his breath away. A good portion of it was simply appreciation for his physical charms. That display would have corrupted a priest, much less a saiyajin. It was more than that, though.

He remembered his feelings just before he'd called the dragon. How lonely he'd been. How lonely he still was. It would feel good just to sit down and talk to Goku for awhile, without his shrieking wife.

He's mine!

Hn… Goku almost acted liked that was true. He deferred to Chichi too much, out of guilt or habit or sad affection. Vejitto was 99% certain that it wasn't love. Part of it must be his sons. Part of it was probably that he didn't have anywhere else to go.

But…what if he did?

Vejitto's eyes narrowed. Images floated through his mind, of that fine body moving in combat, of Goku laughing, of his harpy wife claiming ownership like he was a prize stallion.

Was it even possible? He knew that Goku wouldn't object on the basis of gender. That was even less of an issue for him than it had been for most saiyajins, and their race had been notoriously relaxed about such issues.

Saiyajin females had been able to consciously control their own fertility, a fact which had almost divorced sexual pleasure from the needs of reproduction among saiyajins. Conception was planned and often solemn; getting off with a lover was not. Therefore, the gender of your lover mattered a great deal less than how much you cared for them.

Goku had consciously forgotten most of the deep-teaching about his people and their culture that he had received as a small child on the way to this planet. However, along with his innate grasp of their language, it remained with him.

Vegeta, on the other hand, had never lost grasp of his heritage.

Vejitto understood all of this, and its meaning for him, on an intellectual level. The rest of his mind had gone through a simpler formula to reach the same place: Goku was a fine piece of ass + Goku was unhappy + Vejitto was lonely = Goku getting his lovely bones jumped as soon as possible.

Well, there was no arguing with that kind of logic.

Of course, getting there might be somewhat more difficult than the equation suggested, but that would only make it more fun.

Besides which, the whole thing would piss Chichi off to no end. With a little luck, she might even spontaneously combust.

Smirking like the devil he was, the handsome saiyajin took a few steps and jumped off the cliff. A few seconds later he reappeared, skimming mere inches above the crashing waves before swooping upward almost faster than the eye could see. He was going back to the Lookout to get a huge meal, a bath, and a very good night's sleep. He needed to be at his best for tomorrow.

After all, it wasn't every day that Vejitto, prince of all saiyajins, went courting.

~tbc~