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You're Where I belong

Moon Bound

Part 1

(Two more to go)

 

 

Pan's POV

 

Pan kept herself sheltered in the Penthouse all week long. After the first night, Trunks went back to the CC compound. He wanted to train and maybe get some good advice from the older population there. Pan was not in any hurry to talk to him.

 

This suited her fine. Now he was not bothering her, she got deep into her work. She knew that in time she would start to feel the weakness of having a Chibi grow inside of her. She would not let anyone do what she wanted to do now.

 

Trunks had five unused bedroom in that house and she was going to make all the changes to make sure that they were to her liking.

 

She felt slightly guilty for not asking his opinion, but she knew he would be happy in the end. Between training and creating the perfect nursery without the help of her bothersome family, she got her self-ready.

 

 

Thursday came and she was admiring the cute room. She had painted Dragon balls for a border mixed with deep blues and purples. The crib was set up along with the matching dressers and changing table. She had washed and rewashed the linen, and she smiled how she had found the perfect purple and navy blue ensemble. The mobile had comfortable balls that she had died and colored with the dragon stars. All of her baby books lined the shelf; the room was ready in all instances minus clothes, diapers and toiletries, minus Trunks and her Chibi.

 

She laughed and it echoed off the walls. She had managed it in 4 days, but now she had 9 months of nothing to do here.

 

There were still things to do but this part was really a gift to Trunks and they way she wanted to tell him. This room represented the mixture of all the things that she and he shared. Their misadventures included the entire family.

 

The perfect gift of all would be their son.

 

 

She closed the door and prepared the rest of her things. She needed to go back to the CC compound and deal with the women. She needed her final fitting, and to let Bra and all of them create the picture they wanted. All she really cared about now was fighting on Friday, and then transforming the next night. The Tournament came first. Saturday was the full moon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bulma's POV

 

 

God she was nervous, she was going to fight, a real fight. No matter how hard she tried to push it aside that was what was going to happen. Bulma peered at her view in the mirror. HMM Siayan Armor sure looked good. It felt great too. She wondered through her room to find Chichi. Vegeta was only going to have them fight and show strength. However, she had never been in a real fight, she figured that Chichi would kick her butt, but she had learned some things from helping Vegeta train with the GR. Whom better then her who built all the things that helped her King train. Ho, ho ho she thought I would give Chichi something to talk about! She was partaking in the fight with the other woman. Just her and Chichi! Shit Chi was going to kick her ass, but then maybe not…

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Ryokum's POV

 

Ryokum was pleased. Everything was ready. Even that flighty Pan had made it back in time to be fitted for her wedding dress. That girl was something else. She was totally unlike her father, takes after Chichi she surmised. Satisfied that that was what pleased Vegeta the most. Sighing, she contemplated the list of things she wanted to check. Bulma-San had left it to her to handle the opening of the Hall. She guessed it was she was the only one besides Vegeta who knew what it should look like… Coming to the place where Pan had constructed the building, Ryokum was disappointed that the outside was a silly dome shape that Capsule homes had. However, she reasoned that it would be less conspicuous that way. Once inside however, she was very pleased. Pan had taken the drawings that Bra had designed and that Ryokum and Pan had worked on. Whatever Pan did, Ryokum was even more impressed. The girl had captured exactly how The tournament Hall should look like. The staging area for the fight looked authentic. Then she began to notice slight differences. The room itself was contained in a transparent shield. Recognizing this was very similar to the Gravitational Room that The King trained in… Ryokum assumed this was a necessary feature. NO need to let the world know what was going on inside….safer too, no need to destroy the banquet hall do to the fighting….

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Videl's POV

 

I really was impressed by the event. We had worked tirelessly to be ready for the full moon. Gohan had finally stopped having his many mood swings and I wanted to enjoy life. I was sad knowing that Panny was going to not live at home anymore and have her own family. But then again her wish had given me and Gohan another chance. Things were not bad between us; it was just that I was having a hard time with his boring work and feeling old. It was like we were all giving another chance at life and now I had no fears about growing old as my husband stayed youthful. My body had not felt this strong not even when I was in high school. It was a better feeling then when I learned to fly so many years ago. The only thing I have to worry about now was handling 18. I never had a fear of a fight, and still do not but now 18 was the person she had to battle against so that Vegeta could rank her. Laughing to myself, I think that Vegeta knows where we all rank... I just think that that Saiyan in him wants to see some good fights! IN reality, the only person who really needed to be ranked was Goten, and then the rest of the z-Gang. Goten had to prove to be worthy, the others were never considered great fighters by Vegeta's thinking anyway….

 

 

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Goten's POV

 

 

He stood in the arena. He looked around and saw family and friends sitting in the upraised seats. HE looked at himself and marveled at the Siayan armor he wore. His meshed Spandex was black and his armor silver. This was the first time he could ever remember having this kind of outfit on. He always wore a Gi. Goten wondered at how comfortable outfit was, and offered more protection. His adrenaline was pumping inside of him and he could feel the urgency that came before a fight. Tonight though he was fighting to be ranked. He mused at how everyone else's had gone…

 

Chichi and Ms Bulma had a fight. Actually, it was quite amusing. However, he knew by experience that his mother would win. It not that Ms Bulma could not fight, she just did not have the training that Chichi had. He and Trunks use to talk about `what ifs' if his mother and Bulma would ever have a spar. Chichi would win. She did. He was amazed at how fluidly his mother had moved. Being a Saiyan had lifted her in many ways. Even the stoic Vegeta had given a nod of approval.

 

Quickly Goten dismissed thinking about Vegeta.

 

Next, Videl and 18 had a battle. That was something to behold. He knew that he would never ever give those two women any trouble. Like his mom, Ms Videl was graceful and mean as ever. However, 18 had kept her fighting up; being an Android had its advantage.

 

Goten would have called that one a drawl.

 

(A/n the rest of the spars was: Yamcha's Marron and Launch, Marron and Bra duked it out (Launch won and so did Bra)

 

Goten thought about the men who battled. It was no surprise to him, Vegeta had Yamcha, and Krillen and Tien battle with Piccolo. Piccolo stomped them all but it was a glorious show. Master Roshi and The Ox king and Hercules had a real fun time, which ended in Ox smacking the two down. Roshi nearly came back to fight some more but his grandfather only sat on the old master, and then gave up. None of the animals were fighting. Vegeta had no use for their skills in that matter. Once again, he tried to forget about Vegeta.

 

Finally, Pan showed her face, and though she was a girl, Vegeta wanted her to fight with Uub and Goku. He had grimaced at that. Trunks looked so pensive that Goten was sure he was going to interfere. However, Pan held her own, quite well. Now was the time for everything…

 

Trunks sat in Vegeta's place. Goten noticed that he wore a small gold band around his head. It signified that he was the crown Prince. Then it became very clear as to why all of this had been happening.

 

This entire event had two purposes. One, Bra and Pan had decided that this would give him the right to be with Bra. It was his ranking, which meant so much to his Saiyan side. Luckily, his psyche did not need it anymore, but if Vegeta wanted to take full advantage of the wishes then he wanted to be accepted in the rightful place inside the Royal family and guard. Secondly, this was traditional. It was gaining respect and permission so that he could be joined with Bra in a Saiyan and earth like custom.

 

 

Therefore, he stood in the arena, done reminiscing about the last few hours. HE was there to prove to one man that he was worthy of mating with Bra. The one problem was the Man he had to prove it to was also the man that he was going to battle with. He had hoped it would be Trunks, but the two sparred on too many occasions and it would not be a real attest to the purpose of the event. What intrigued Goten was that Gohan was the other part of the test. It was going to be Goten fighting against both Gohan and Vegeta.

 

He timed his breathing as he watched his King.

 

 

 

Vegeta's POV

 

He could taste the hormones that Goten was giving off. The boy had come a long way in proving himself and now he was ready for the chance. Vegeta would never admit to anyone but he was very proud of Goten, but he seriously doubted the boy's commitment to staying a strong warrior. Goten had great potential but usually slacked, much as Trunks use to do. Now, he needed the boy, to be totally committed to becoming Elite, and mate the Princess. He did not want to think about what good of friends they were; or any trivial earth type relationships they had. It was not going to be easy maintain the Saiyan Race, though they be small in numbers, they had enough power in this hall to decimate the world and the universe twice over. They would eventually become targets. He needed his people strong, committed, loyal, and alive. Even if the boy could not keep up the session, he was looking for a sign that would lead him to believe that Goten would indeed be a Great Saiyan warrior.

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The scene played out before his eyes. He really could not believe the quietness all around him. He felt oddly calm. Gohan powered up and attacked head on. That was an unexpected move. The two brothers immediately engaged in a severe battle.

 

Vegeta smiled at how appropriate it seemed that Gohan had finally released his true nature. Quietly he formulated his attack that would either be the end of the match or the beginning off something rather interesting.

 

He swept up and was behind Goten. He powered up a final flash, and watched how Goten would handle it. Vegeta phased out after he threw the energy blast and reappeared to the side of Goten and he released another one.

 

Goten was hand to hand fighting Gohan and he knew the blast were coming at them. Gohan waited no time in pulling back and phasing from Goten, and he sent another Ki blast at his brother.

 

Goten managed to send off one defensive blast to dissuade the first Final Flash but had to prepare to be hit and to block the other one and Gohan's. Though he took a full hit, it did not deter his fight.

 

The blasts were child play and now the battle was two on one. Vegeta was relentless. He was like some wild killer bee; he would back off and then come back in and fight. Goten was in a constant struggle with Gohan who just kept getting stronger with each hit.

 

Goten was getting use to the rhythm of the fight and was holding his own. Vegeta did not risk hurting Gohan in the battle so the advantage was in his favor. No sooner then that was apparent, Goten felt a familiar blast from an unsuspected source.

 

“Hey no fair,” yelled Chichi.

 

Goten realized that this was going to become more severe then he once thought.

 

His father came in, blazing at SSJ2. The blast was mild but it stung nonetheless.

 

What? He thought why dad is attacking me.

 

Goku did not have on a Goku face. He looked dead serious. What Goten failed to notice was that Vegeta and His father were communicating, and Vegeta needed to push Goten even further.

 

He was starting to tire, and he had to push himself to power up more to handle all three men. His only hope was that the three would not want the others to get hurt, but when Vegeta knocked at Goku, Goten figured that it was everyman for himself and that he Goten was the main target but too bad if you got in the way.

 

What happened next, really floored the young Siayan. Because his defenses were slowing, another person came into the mix. Now Goten was forced to deal with Uub, and before Uub sent a hit to him, a familiar voice whispered inside of his head.

 

`Hey Bro lets have some fun” Trunks stood there beside him and the two decided to pay back the crowd that had formed against them.

 

Without hesitation, the gates broke loose and the sparing tuned into a free for all. The only ones not fighting were Hercules, Roshi, and Ox, all the girls, (Though Pan wanted to join) and the animals (Puar, Oolong, the cat and dog), Dende sat out as did Piccolo. The rest were just awed by the crowded arena.

 

 

They had changed sides. It was now the old versus the young. However, the sides were uneven. Uub had changed sides and were he, Trunks, and Goten taking on the entire Z-Sensei. Everyone was in SSJ form and some even higher. Every so often, a beam would come from Piccolo, as he would shoot at the crowded arenas and the display. Only Gohan really knew who it was when he was hit in the ass by the familiar burst.

 

Hey Piccolo, why don't you join us?” he asked.

 

Piccolo only rolled his eyes.

 

When all were exhausted, they all sat down on the floor and laughed.

 

However, the little King was not finished. It had been a fun fight but still his task had not been accomplished.

 

 

Like Deja vu, he approached Goten, and said, “Boy! What do you want with My Princess?”

 

“I want to be her Mate,” yelled Goten

 

“What are you going to do about it< I don't think you are really worthy of her” he replied nastily

 

 

“In fact I think you nothing but a low class, sorry excuse. He can't even fight his own battles!” yelled Vegeta looking at Trunks who had come to his aid.

 

“Father!” Screamed Trunks

 

“Don't bother” replied Gohan to Trunks

 

Vegeta began again, “You are not worthy of my approval, nor Bra's child. They would be better off with me or even better dead,” he hissed out

 

Shocked gasped could be heard in the area. In caution, Goku pulled his friends back away form the pair of men. Faithfully, Trunks stood with Goten.

 

“You and that Silly boy of mine are more apt to be together then you and any woman! Especially a Siayan” He sneered.

 

 

No sounds came from anywhere. Everyone was too shocked to think that even Vegeta would stoop that low.

 

Anger flashed over Trunks face, he hated his virility and masculinity to be in question. He faced that more then anyone them because of his coloring. Lavender was an effeminate color to have for hair.

 

Before Trunks could bark back, at Vegeta Goten put his arm out and stopped him.

 

Gohan tried to escort Trunks away and reluctantly he left.

 

Goten was now face to face with Vegeta.

 

He looked down at the little King and his anger soared, but he held it partly in check.

 

Vegeta got real close up to Goten and said, “What's the matter, truth hurts? Oh Goten maybe you could be a good boy and I could show you what a real Saiyan is like? Hmmm?”

 

The sick implications nearly choked Goten.

 

His reply was, “I'll kill you!”

 

Therefore, the battle that had been on the peripheral of happening was happening.

 

The arena was bare except for Goten and Vegeta and they were struggling in a fight. Surprisingly no one was powered up. The fight was a fight over right and wrong. Vegeta really thought that Goten had done things wrong, and he had to pay his inability to control himself. In addition, Goten felt he had to show Vegeta how important this all was to him.

 

Goten was angered at Vegeta tactics. He knew what the king wanted but the way to get it made him so disgusted. Goten never got that mad, that was not his way. Hurt and rage welled up inside of him and he had to release it before it ate him alive.

 

The maddening scream rumbled the arena. And Goten charged full at the Prince. Unfortunately, Vegeta was ready for his attack. Vegeta could see the blinding rage that ate at Goten's soul, but he wanted it more channeled so that the young man would become an ikkitousen no ouji (a warrior Prince of Vegeta-sei). A king had to have his heirs and house as strong as he was, there could never be a wink link among the Royal line. Goku had it, Gohan since he was a child, but Goten had lacked some discipline, and then allowed him to be treated as if he was the third class that Vegeta forced on him. However, no the boy was not, he needed that edge that fight.

 

The youngest ever-ascended Saiyan could have had so much more to offer, he could surpass everyone if he would have had reason to. A goal and maybe the fight to keep his own family together had to be the key.

 

“Brat, you lack the drive to prove to me that you even want your bride!”

 

“Well the wedding is set, it is happening tomorrow night>” Goten yelled back

 

Vegeta let the anger come forth in him and in a low growl he told Goten the truth, “ iie, that would be a disgrace to allow you, you who are not worthy of such a position. My word is final”

 

Panicky Goten looked at the King for real. His future was in the tyrannical man hands. HE thought all would go well, but Vegeta never went back on his words. He had never told Goten that he could be with Bra, only that he was her chosen mate and protector.

 

“Don't think because she chose you that I have to sanction it?” That bond is halfway broken, I could finish you here now, and it would be a fleeting memory for her, I could find another one just as strong to ascend where you fail”

 

“What do you mean another one?”

 

“Really, boy I know how beautiful my daughter is! And I have the power to make anyone a Siayan, have you forgot that?, It would be a matter of finding another worthy person, more deserving then you to mate with her, care for her Brat as his own?”

 

(Vegeta!)

Not now Kakarot

Vegeta I will not allow that

Kakarot, do you think he will fail?)

The larger Saiyan had no comeback for his King, he did not approve of how Vegeta was tormenting Goten/.

 

Goten never felt such horror. Vegeta was seriously considering taking Bra from him. Let no man or God take what was his.

 

He powered up to SSJ2 rapidly, forgetting about his weariness and fatigue

 

Damn that Vegeta, only smirking

 

“So you want to try this for real?” Vegeta powered up to.

 

This was the real test; this was no longer a ranking. This was not a simple show of strength.

 

They circled each other, and Goten looked for a weak spot, as if the great Vegeta had one. He did not. Goten knew that this was a head-to-head showdown. He attacked first.

 

 

Uub, out of concern went to Bra to comfort her incase Goten would fail his task.

Everyone else was drawn to the match to notice the girls pinched face. Maron urged him because she too had seen it.

 

Vegeta took notice of Uub's actions and glared evilly at the boy who was like his own son.

“See, already another can claim her heart, a very strong one indeed. You are about to be replaced!”

 

Turning his head in the direction Vegeta's has gone, he saw Bra hugging Uub.

 

“NO!”

 

The power that ripped through Goten drew everyone's attention to him

His dazzling green eyes were myriad of other colors. It was not that he had not done it before but he had been fused with Trunks. His hair lengthened almost to the ground.

 

The place rocked on its foundation.

 

“Great onigami” (fierce god)” cried Ryokum.

 

“Goten!” Trunks yelled

 

Pan and Bra both sat smiling.

 

Goku was smirking.

 

Goten Ascended to SSJ3, a feat even Vegeta never did without the help of Brute rays.

 

His heart beat heavy in his chest. His anger at what the king suggested went against all that he held holy. NO one was ever to take what was his. Period.

 

His whole life of being the happy young man flashed away, and it its place burned a desperation borne from his tortured soul. He attacked Vegeta with a plentitude of fists.

 

Vegeta knew it was there the raw power to cause the transformed Saiyan, he only prayed that he would survive the battle.

 

Swirling in a blaze of Fire, Goten howled out his aggravation at the little man. King or no King, he was not going to let anyone save himself let Bra go.

 

Vegeta hurriedly powered up to his high SSJ2 from. Without the use of Brute rays, he had not yet jumped to the next transformation alone. IF only the panels for the ceiling were opened, he could use the almost full moon to his advantage.

 

Goten held back no fist of punches. His attacks were forceful and precise

 

The crowd transfixed on the battle. Uub had left Bra's side to go back next to Maron.

 

Even in his state of fury, Goten saw that his beloved was once again alone in her place. Relief soared through him, but the love of the battle he was engaged had his blood pumping.

 

It was a song, joy; it was a surge of complete happiness to battle. This love he had not felt on his own. Only when he and Trunks Fused as Gotenks and battling Buu had ever became a SSJ3.

 

He could hear Trunks and Bra's voices on the edge of his mind sharing in the joy of the battle.

 

The one thing that ever made a Saiyan truly happy was the fight; even Goku in his gentle ways, loved to battle. Gohan the least to be indentured into a fight was probably the most dangerous of all. Now Goten, in all of his ancestral traits, was outshining them all. At lest in Vegeta's mind.

 

This Golden warrior, not even been tried as much as his father had been, came so far from what Gohan had experienced, could jump into his ascension so easily, once the right triggered was hit.

 

Vegeta tasted blood seep into his mouth as Goten once again pummeled his face. The joy of that taste only maintained the King to fighting. He paused his power up, he had no anger left in him to draw from. Vegeta used anger his whole life. Now when he needed it the most to match the boy, he could not find it.

 

On his minds, edge was a happy Bulma and he knew that was part of the problem. Everyone was so damn happy to see the true strength of Goten, that he cold not save himself in this battle.

 

 

Vegeta, use the strength from that feeling (G)

 

Oh, Kakarot get the fuck out (V)

 

Vegeta you do not want to die on the eve of Saiyan restoration (G)

 

Where the fuck did you, come up with that one? (V)

 

From you my liege (G)

 

HE paused to think of Kakrots comment

Otsukaresama (Thank you) (V)

Douitashimashite (you're welcome) (G)

 

 

Vegeta tried as he could to pull from the power from the well inside. He was trying a new thing for this, to use happiness and pleasure to gain power. The only time he could use that was when he was with his Onna, and it never was to transform.

 

IN almost jerkily approach, he tried. Manipulation ones Ki, is something he had trained from since old enough to understand his power. He had to be at least three when his first lesson in Ki channeling became second nature to him.

 

As Goten wrecked his body with hard hits, he felt a euphoric feeling enveloping him, an orgasmic state of weightlessness, and Goten's hits were not hurting.

 

The ebbing tide of this different resource, crashed through his chest almost from his heart. Instead of a mind-blowing hate from his mind, his soul ripped out of him and he ascended too.

 

The audience screamed their approval as both warriors were now at the same level of power.

 

Lesson learned, Goten had come so far with his ability by love and then taken to another realm by anger. Vegeta spent his entire life with that anger only to find the source of his catalyst, from love.

 

That moment, the two men were equals. In addition, as such, Goten could only now learn in experience how to become the Prince of Saiyans.

 

Goten would never, let Vegeta down, he would stand by his own son and together the two would never be conquered. Vegeta felt he had waited a lifetime to see this. No longer was Goten the boy, the brat. Though he bore no blood from Vegeta, Vegeta was honored and proud to call him,

 

“Son” he said it aloud

 

Goten stopped his attack. “what?”

 

“I am thinking that I am proud to call you son”

 

The decisive moment came and of course, Goten smiled that SON smile.

 

The both powered down. And settled on the ground

 

“Vegeta” said Goten breathlessly.

 

”I may never tell you this again, so enjoy it now”

 

Goten knew his limit of affection with Vegeta,

 

Out of respect for his king, he kneeled in front of the father of his bride, best friend, and man who had helped raise him.

 

The crowd before was hollering and cheering, went ballistic and jumped up to show their respect for the pair, for Goten's show.

 

Happily, Goten rose up and took the air, and found his way to Bra's side.

 

Vegeta watched as he grabbed her in an embrace and allowed for him to kiss the princess.

 

IT was a good day.

 

The dinner alarm rang and the crowd once more cheered as they left the arena and adjourned to the great banquet hall to enjoy the feast