Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Truthfully Yours ❯ Friends... can't live with them and can't live without them ( Chapter 17 )

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A/N: I request that the reader tells me if he/she liked it, why and why not. If not… well I accept flamers too. I will write as I see fit, not because you review or not. To me it is often because I have no time or muse. So bear with me.

By the way, you should check out the following stories called:

"Forgotten tears of a Warrior" by: Star Spangle Mistress,

"The Story of You and Me" by fusionHA

"The story between you and me" by Akemi

"Puppy love series" by Slyhterinette

"Saiyan Troubles" by Kat

"Love's Labor" by Ryukodomo

"Fractured Fairytales" by SaintMe

"Caught between Two Worlds" by alfarrar

"Shattered and Scarred" by alfarrar

"The Kakarotte factor" by Echelon

Maybe by doing this they'll write more and I won't have to wait till next month for an update.

I would like to thank fusionHA for updating a chapter to mediaminer.org. Thank you very much for your effort.

Ch. 17

<<Many of our dreams seem impossible, then; improbable and finally inevitable.>> Christopher Reeve.

Vegeta stood in front of the kitchen door looking out into the lawn where his mate was currently laying down. He was using his tree as cover from the sun as his father and brother trained together in the open yard.

Early that day, Sakura had told him, warned him even to stay away from his mate. But he couldn't help it. He couldn't help himself from looking at him even if it were on a distance. A large distance at that. There were at least 35 feet of space between them and he still felt the headache he had woken up with.

Not only did he have to deal with the fact that he couldn't come close to his mate, his father; the King was around to bug the hell out of him. He had been thankful for the first time in all these years to have his first born Trunks. At the order of his mother, Trunks had gone forth and taken over the job of entertaining his grandfather along with his mate. Then there was his daughter turned son standing determinedly aside. He really didn't know what to say or do, but he could clearly state to Bren that he really didn't have anything to say to him.

Bulma had given him a look that said that she was unhappy with his reaction, but he could do no more than stand aside and let things run its own course.

Sakura hadn't said anything else, but it was clear she was troubled. If he could walk away from the kitchen door leading to the garden and go look for her in favor of leaving his mate alone, he would. But the truth was that he lacked motivation, his emotions at the surface and his sadness coming off in waves. He had to find a way to talk to Kakarott without making him angry in turn. Then he would try to woo his mate back into his arms. With those thoughts he lost himself into his own mind with dreams of what he would do if Kakarott let him.

He had been asleep when Vegeta's thoughts irrupted into his mind. He frowned and tried to get those thoughts out of his brain, but because he was tired and mildly hungry, he could do nothing but see the dreams in his head. He snorted at one of them, thinking that Vegeta knew he was looking in to them. It was his house… well not exactly his house since Chichi had said that she was dating someone else. Vegeta was standing inside the living room in his usual training spandex outfit cleaning and dusting with duster and a broom in each hand. He looked like some sort of maid saiyan version. Did that mean he would do anything that he asked?

He laughed in his sleep, a deep throaty chuckle that made both father and son stop at what they were doing to stare at him. Vegeta snapped out of his reverie and gave a sneer at his lack of self control. When had he ever been the submissive kind? He looked on to the image of his mate and frowned when he noticed that his mate was laughing at him. His face flushed red in embarrassment while he stood there. His mates eyes opened and their eyes met. The laughter went on, but the smile on his lips didn't quite reached his eyes. Vegeta sighed knowing that even a smile at his expense was worth the effort if it meant that Kakarott wouldn't run away from his prying eyes.

"Oi Kakarott are you hungry little brother?" - said Radditz interrupting the staring contest between his little brother and the prince.

Said brother turned to look at the long haired man and said…

"I'm hungry." - that's all he really had to say for Radditz to walk away in his quest for food. His father sat next to him and said…

"You are going to have to let Vegeta near you sometime soon. You can't just--" - Kakarott held up a hand and shushed his father.

"I don't have to rely on Vegeta for anything."

"You did before." - Bardock pointed out. He only received a frown in response.

"I said I don't need Vegeta and I mean it." - Bardock sighed.

"What of the other times that you did need his help to defeat your enemy? What of that Kakarott?"

"…" - no response there. Bardock sighed.

He really didn't think his son could be that stubborn. But Sakura was proving him wrong pretty quickly. They had spoken only a few words but Bardock was adamant that his son would give up pretty quickly and submit to the bond. Sakura had said it wasn't going to happen anytime soon. The pregnancy would last 10 months and every single day that his youngest stayed away would prove hard for him. Most saiyan pregnancies were hard to endure. He never witnessed one himself as both his female mates gave birth when he was off-planet and he himself had never given birth due to the simple fact that he'd never look at a saiyan man that particular way. That Radditz had looked at Nappa that particular way had been eerie to say the least, but Kakarott was different.

He knew of saiyan laws and everything else that he really had to know and he was far more intelligent than he let on. He was strong of mind, body and soul. Yet, there was something that just a few people knew of his son; and that was the fact that as much as Kakarott had not been that sexual in his relationships, he was very open-minded when it came to such issues. And his open frame of mind had nothing to do with the bump in his head. Sure, both sides of his personality often quarreled on these subjects and others such as whether or not to break the screeching onnas' tongue into two by daring to be annoying towards him. But, Kakarott was a complex man and as such complexity could not be understood by such ningen fools like his `friends', he chose to hide his complexity away from prying eyes and managed to stay sane after all those years.

Kakarott was not in love with the prince. Bardock was sure of it. Yet, there was always the big possibility that something might happen between them simply because the chemistry and the lust between them was there. It had been there since the first time they had met and it was still there, regardless of what his son said.

Radditz came back from the kitchen bearing gifts and Bardock sat next to his two sons watching them interact with each other. Radditz had understood while he was in hell that his little brother had ulterior motives for protecting Earth from villains such as himself. His father had explained it all to him thru their father and son bond. After all, he wasn't totally cut off from his father to not know when his sire was speaking the truth or not. He understood on what level his little brother acted on and was finding it harder to not grab him by the shoulders and hug him. Yet he could not. His pride wouldn't let him and he knew also that Kakarott would be embarrassed by his obvious display of affection.

Pan looked into his friend's room for one last time wondering where Bra was. She was worried about her. Her sudden disappearance affecting her more than she ever thought it could affect her. She sighed and heard voices coming from Trunks room. She smiled as she remembered how much she would have done to get into his room, his bed, his shower with him. All that had changed as soon as he had revealed his true feelings for her uncle. Her heart had been crushed and she swore she would never turn to him again. But, as soon as her heart mended and she had grown up, she decided that a crush was just a crush and that she had nothing to be angry about. Specially when it came to those blue eyes.

Her uncle had been in cloud nine since that event came up. Yet, he didn't leave Paris or said anything about it and soon he was finding solace in her. They hadn't been close to begin with, but their relationship got better when they both started to train together. Then he began to trust her even more and she to him. It was fascinating even when he touched her for the first time. Goten hadn't been sorry he did it and she understood why. They could sleep together, but they could never breed together because they were blood-related. Besides, they were family and they loved each other. No one else would understand them the way they did to each other and it was fine to the both of them.

"…I want to know more, damn it!" - the curse brought Pan out of memory lane and made her deeply curious. She leaned in ever so slightly to the wall to keep on hearing what was going on.

"More about what Trunks?" - the sarcastic remark did not go unnoticed by Pan when she suddenly found out that it was her uncle talking.

It was apparent that they had come back from sightseeing Earth. The king was obviously somewhere else but that at that moment did not concern her in the least. They were obviously talking about something that had Trunks biting of his lower lip. She could see it in her mind and wondered what had exactly transpired on their sightseeing trip. She caught on to a figure moving thru the hallway, but her mind was too busy trying to grasp what they were saying that she forgot to stay on her guard.

"…I told you that Paris and I were over, what more do you want from me?!" - said Goten in deep irritation.

A hand lightly touched Pan's shoulder and it startled her so much that she screamed.

Goten and Trunks made their way out to the hall wearing nothing but a towel around their waists. Goten looked at the blond figure behind Pan and relaxed. Trunks on the other hand narrowed his eyes towards both the blond and Pan as he more or less knew what had happened.

"It's nice to know that you guys are together now, but did anybody remembered to tell me about it?" - said the blond who all three of them knew as Marron.

"Don't you think you should knock first instead of listening in to private conversations?" - Trunks accused Marron and Pan with his stare.

"Excuse me? Did I just hear you accuse me of eavesdropping on you two?! I just came in to the second floor when I saw Pan at a distance and that's when she screamed. I was not spying on you two!" - Goten moved closer to his friend Marron and rubbed her shoulders in a placating way.

"Shh! Take easy Marron, I know you weren't eavesdropping. I'm pretty sure that Pan wasn't eavesdropping either. It's just a big misunderstanding. Trunks is just a little off and he took it out on you two."

Marron looked at Goten and then at her friend Trunks. Her friend was obviously off and he wasn't even trying to hide it. His lavender tail swung up and down in agitation and then it clicked. Trunks had a tail. Pan's hair was a messy disarray of spikes, her new appearance seemed much tougher and stronger than usual and she had a tail wrapped around her waist. She looked up to Goten's eyes and then down to his feet. She felt rather than see the tail wrapped loosely around her calf. She wondered briefly how she could have missed the obvious changes that had taken place in less than a week since she last saw either of her friends.

<Sigh> "I want to know everything that has happened since the last time I saw each of you guys. If you decide to not tell me, it's fine with me. But don't expect me to come back asking for you guys again." - she turned to leave when Goten said…

"We can talk all this in a civilized manner without the need of threats. Can we not?" - he looked at Trunks and he in turn to look at Pan who looked at Marron instead. They all nodded knowing that if their friendship was true, then it could withstand anything.