Shattered Night

Summary: Set somewhere after GT. Sort of… Goten and Trunks are in college at 19 and 20 years of age. Pan and Bra are in middle school at 13 and 14. So yeah…The boys are younger than they should be. Goku has returned from his adventure with Shenron and has been wished back to his correct age using the Namekian Dragon Balls. Vegeta has almost completely closed the gap in power between himself and Goku and can transform into SS4 at will.

Warnings: M/M, MPREG

Pairings: Goku/Vegeta, Goten/Trunks

Author's Note: Perspective is kinda weird. The first four chapters are in Goku's perspective and then the rest so far aren't, so just letting everyone know I'm not consistent with perspective, but it's not to the point where you don't know what's going on.

On with the fic. Enjoy.

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Shattered Night: Chapter 2 – Lost and Found

The forest floor became cold and wet as an early morning mist rolled in at the hint of daybreak. My body shivered as my gi and tail became soaked with droplets of dew. It didn’t matter to me though. I went numb days ago. The only thing I still felt was the salt from each of my tears stinging at my eyes before they fell to the earth. I drew my knees to my chest, hugging my arms around them tightly and burying my face into my arms as I mulled and brooded over the events that had brought me out to the secluded forest.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Then again…just how was I expecting it to go? It’s not like there’s a right way to tell one of your best friends that you’re in love with the person they married, but I can’t help thinking if I would have just stayed away…

However, I just couldn’t do that. Back when I first realized I had these feelings for him, I tried to deny it, to ignore it, to avoid it…it only made me ache inside. Dully at first until it grew into this irrepressible throbbing, a searing pain like I’ve never known before even in the most brutal battles I’ve been through. So, I gave in. I went to see him, if only to temporarily alleviate the terrible pain that threatened to rip through my internal organs one by one.

I started to get greedy, though. Seeing him occasionally soon became insufficient to ease my longing, so I increased the frequency of which I went to visit; building up to once a week, every other day; until I was there everyday. Looking back I realize I was nearing or already at the point of obsession. Had I continued in my path, I probably would have ended up unofficially living in Capsule Corp. and would have one day found myself hiding in Vegeta’s closet hoping to catch a glimpse of him nude or something to that degree.

I suppose it was inevitable then. If anything, I’m surprised everything didn’t blow up in my face sooner. I was a little curious though. Bulma picked up on my feelings, though she was a little off in whom they were toward, so I wonder if Vegeta noticed my feelings as well. He’s always been so perceptive, and it would be an insult to his intelligence if I were to assume he was completely blind to them. No…he must have, at the very least, suspected I had ulterior motives for visiting Capsule Corp. religiously in the last month. Whether or not he gave a damn…that was completely different. Either way…I couldn’t go back there. I couldn’t see him anymore…

I partially smiled. If Vegeta saw me now…I could think of a variety of colorful insults he would throw my way and I’d only be able to sit back and agree. A crybaby, a coward, a fool…I was all of those things, especially right now. Mentally I couldn’t grasp it. How could I have the courage to face murderous aliens like Frieza, but not be able to face Vegeta and tell him how I felt? Why did possible rejection scare me more than the prospect of death?

“What the hell are you doing?” an annoyed voice broke into my thoughts. I looked up from the blades of grass that had held my gaze for the last few days and found myself face to face with the man that had almost fully consumed my every waking thought since the day I realized I was in love with him.

Startled, I jerked back hard, and if not for Vegeta catching hold of my arm I would have whacked into a tree that was a mere two feet behind me. He pulled me back to my original position and glared at me as he waited for a reply.

“V-Vegeta…what are you doing here?” The somber disbelief in my voice earned me a curiously quirked eyebrow from the Saiyan Prince. My eyes quickly scanned him over taking in his loose fitting black pants, black sneakers, and red tank top; his tail relaxed behind him. I couldn’t help thinking he looked gorgeous.

He stood from his crouching position and looked down at me, folding his arms and sneering. “When you didn’t show up at our agreed upon time to spar I was a bit angry, but when you turned into a no show for three days in a row, I was downright pissed, so by the fifth day I figured I’d come find you and kick your ass.”

I gave him a weak tired smile at his last comment. In a way it was kind of comforting to know my absence bothered Vegeta, even if it was only because he was denied the opportunity to pound me into the ground. “Well…here I am,” I said almost listlessly.

My Prince’s scowl grew deeper. “Get up!” When I didn’t move he growled and reached down, yanking me to my feet by the arm. My legs felt so weak and flimsy from sitting for days without movement or food and gave out on me after a few seconds, letting me crumble to my knees. “Pathetic,” he mumbled.

I felt his grip pulling at my arm again, but this time he pulled my arm over his neck and shoulder keeping his grip on my wrist, wrapped his other arm around my waist, and hoisted me up so that he was supporting all of my weight. Noticing that my clothes were soaked, he enveloped me in a wave of his ki and instantly dried me off. The confusion on my face was faint, but evident. “What…”

“We’re going to get some food into your system,” Vegeta replied before I even got to finish my question. “And for Kami’s sake, stop crying.” He briefly released my wrist and wiped away some of the tears that were still freely flowing down my cheeks. I blushed slightly as his hand touched my face, but no sooner than he had wiped my face dry, did they well up again and stream down my face in tiny rivers.

For my tears I received another glare. “Sorry,” I offered.

“Whatever…let’s just get you home.”

Home…? I hope he meant my home and not his.

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Happy butterflies whirled about in my stomach from the contact with Vegeta; that alone had gotten me to finally stop crying. Along the way I noticed a sweet smell pervading from Vegeta and I spent the duration of the flight trying to figure out what exactly the scent was akin to. When he landed us just outside of my house I let out a relieved sigh. The sweet scent he had was beginning to mess with my senses and I didn’t know what I might do if I remained pressed against that delicious aroma. He opened the door and guided me to my bedroom, where he helped me under the covers. “Vegeta?”

“What is it?”

“Didn’t you say you tracked me down so that you could kick my ass?”

“Kakarot, you’re a complete mess and I refuse to fight you if you’re not at your best. When was the last time you ate, anyway?”

“Umm…” I thought for a moment. “I guess it was the last time I saw you.”

“What!? That was FIVE DAYS ago!” Vegeta sighed. “Hopeless… Anyway, I’d like to know why you were crying your eyes out for five days on the forest floor. What happened between you and Bulma?”

My heart jumped into my throat. “Why would you think something happened between us?” I asked with more than a little panic in my voice. “And I was not crying for five days…I was…reflecting for five days, I just sorta started crying at the end,” I threw in as an afterthought.

“Right, Kakarot,” he said sarcastically. Vegeta headed for the door, stopping just in front of it. “When you didn’t show up on the third day, I asked Bulma if she knew where you were…” he turned to me with a glare as he continued, “…she threw a vase at me for mentioning your name in her presence, so I figured you two must have had some sort of disagreement; something at least worthy of making you cry for five days,” he said the last part with a good amount of mockery in his voice.


I blinked my surprise as Vegeta turned away and left the room. “It wasn’t five days!” I stubbornly called out after him. I rubbed at my temples in small circles. This wasn’t good. Vegeta wants answers too now? Could my life just stop sucking for just one damned day? I tried to think of what I’d tell him, but I kept coming up completely empty.

I stared at the ceiling of my house as I contemplated an answer for Vegeta. Not the same house I had lived in with Chichi and my sons, mind you. I had built myself a little cottage a ways out into the woods shortly after Goten moved into an apartment with Trunks. I left for the simple fact that my memories of Chichi were making me feel inconceivably guilty over my feelings for Vegeta.

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Vegeta returned with a tray full of food. It would have stuffed a human three times over, but for a Saiyan, this was barely a snack. I frowned as the tray was set down next to me.

“I know what you’re thinking, but I didn’t have much to work with. Everything right here is the last of the food in your house. Look, you just start with this, and I’ll be back with more.”

“I thought you said there was no more food after this?” I motioned to the tray.

Vegeta growled out his irritation at my second guessing him. “That’s why I’m going to go hunt some down! Now shut up, eat, and then rest until I get back.” He exited the room again, slamming the door behind him.

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“Alright, so what’s this mess between you and Bulma,” Vegeta asked between bites of the meat he had brought back and cooked from his hunt.

I stopped mid bite of my own. A good deal of my energy was returning to me with the food I had consumed. I had hoped he would forget, but then again…was there any harm in telling him that Bulma got pissed off at me for being in love with him? No, I think that would be okay to tell him, but the part about Bulma being in love with me? That would piss him off to no end and ruin things between them. I paused on that thought.

Would that be so bad? Besides, Bulma said she cared for me, which is just another way of saying she doesn’t love him and if that’s the case, she doesn’t deserve him. Why shouldn’t I ruin things for them? She was the one who went all hypocritical on me. Said she wouldn’t get angry if I told her. She got her truth and she was furious; and wasn’t the world just grand when she thought I was in love her, but since she’s not the one I want, all of a sudden I’m trying to steal him from her!? The more I thought about it, the more she didn’t make any sense to me, and the more I did want to take him from her.

I frowned at the selfish thoughts that swirled through my mind. Yeah it would be nice to have Vegeta available, but it would hurt him if I told him, and hurting Vegeta is the last thing I’d want to do. Not to mention that Vegeta’s pride would probably leave him pissed off at me as well.

“Well, Kakarot? Out with it!” Vegeta demanded.

A hostile scowl crossed my face. “Why don’t you ask her?” I snapped. I refused to let myself become the one to hurt him. If he was going to hear that Bulma didn’t love him then it will come from her. I was still sad that I had lost her friendship, but that sadness was giving way to anger and a deepening sense of competition.

Vegeta finished off the piece of meat he was working on, thought for a moment and sighed. “I’ll do that, but for now, are you feeling well enough to spar a little?”

My eyes lit up at the anticipation of a fight while my heart fluttered at the thought of sparring with Vegeta. I wolfed down the last few scraps of meat and jumped off the bed. “Yeah, I’m ready!”

Until Next Chapter…

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Reviewers:
Fyrbyrd- Thank you! It’s my first time using this pairing, but I’ll do my best.

The Chichi Slaughter House- umm…with the way I’ve got things planned, you may feel the need to bitch slap Bulma a few more times.

Kit-kit- Bulma was a little blinded by her own feelings and still is. Things are only going to get messier.

Pixelgoddess- Thanks. I’m interested in how I’ll be getting them together too. I keep changing my mind on how it’s going to happen. Arg…indecision!

Webtester01- I thought about having Vegeta overhear…but I thought it might be more interesting to…oops…almost gave away future chapters.

Anon- Will do.

A/N: Everyone, Thanks for your support, especially my reviewers. ::hugs all reviewers:: I hope you will all enjoy this chapter and those to come. I’ll do my best not to disappoint all of you.

~Yuurei~