More of Us
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Notes: Slash. M/M.
Oh, and I don’t own them.
~~~~~*
Vegeta left him
lying on the ground in the middle of the forest. Left the baka with his stupid smell, and his stupid grin and his stupidly
delicious, addictive EVERYTHING! There
wasn’t a thing about Goku that Vegeta didn’t find absolutely perfect suddenly
and he hated the feeling that rose in him.
Shame that he was leaving his mate unattended. Shame that he had fucked the man into multiple—god how many had
there been?—orgasms. Shame that he
didn’t tell Goku what that meant before he fucked him.
man’s guileless nature and could very well have screwed everything up beyond
repair. But shame didn’t stop him from
pulling his clothes on, or stop him from sneering at Goku and flying away.
As soon as he
was back in Capsule Corp—it was dark now and most of them were sleeping—he
showered. Hot water.
scent off. The water stung the
scratches on his back and the cuts on his lip.
Blood rinsed away and he regretted it.
Some of that blood had been Kakarot’s.
No! He screamed
at himself. No!
him to deal with the aftermath. Wcarecares if the idiot doesn’t realize he’s pregnant with—lord, how many?—their
brats. Kakarot was a big boy.
likely help him whelp the snots. Vegeta
would pick the one he liked the best and raise it as his heir.
And when Kakarot
went into season again, he would oblige the overgrown idiot again.
A chiding little
voice in his mind mocked him: what about while he’s pregnant, Vegeta?
Crave it. Will you fucm thm then
to? Huh Vegeta?
bed until dinner?
No!
Kakarot wanted it that badly he could find someone else.
Kakarot. Nobody as worthy as Vegeta,
obviously, but doubtlessly the idiot had admirers.
~~~~~*
Goku
sat there for a long time. Contemplated
this new turn of events. So, he was a
girl now. Or at least, he had the parts
that let him get pregnant. Vegeta had
proved that effectively. Fucked him
until the Prince remembered Goku was just another bug that needed to be
squashed and then ran off as soon and as fast as he could.
made part woman?
Goku
felt the tear slip down his face, grimaced as he realized how bad he smelled,
how sore he felt and tired. He picked
himself up, ignored the pain as he walked to the stream and slid into the cold
water. Ignored the shiver as the water
ran over his hot skin and washed away the sweat. He shivered there, in the gentle water until he felt the grime
wash away. Then he climbed out, used
his ki to dry off and slid back into the gi.
And it was then that he realized how alone he was.
anymore. He had tons of friends but
none that would understand what had happened.
He
was alone.
Because
he was the last of his kind. Because
Vegeta was the only other one that would understand what had happened and the
Prince made it painfully obvious what he thought of the situation.
Goku
curled into a ball and rested his head on his arm. There was nothing he could do now but try to sleep.
now, replaced by the stinging ache between his legs. His earlier thought returned to him, about ChiChi, and suddenly
he wasn’t nearly as hateful toward her.
How lonely she must have felt all the times he left her.
~~~~~*
“What
did you do?” Bulma demanded the next morning.
She was already sitting at the table when he entered the kitchen.
on her face there was no way she was going to let him get away with anything
but the full truth.
“What
are you bitching about, woman?” he demanded.
“I
asked just what in the hell you did?
The Son house is destroyed.
Everyone with a ki gauge could feel the explosions.
missing. Just what in the hell has
happened?”
“Do
you think I should answer to you?” Vegeta demanded. “I am the Prince of…”
“The
last two Saiyans alive, Vegeta! Climb
down off your damn high horse and answer the damned question.
Vegeta
felt the shame. Saw Goku just sit
there, saying nothing as he dressed and ran from him. Saw the look on the face as Goku doubtlessly realized what had
happened, that Vegeta never cared.
Vegeta would have shown more affection to a hole in the wall.
woman. He was stronger than her; if she
tried to do anything he could kill her.
So he answered, with a smirk on his face: “Fucked him.”
And
Bulma was speechless. Gaping.
Humans,
Vegeta thought with a roll of his eyes.
He passed her and retrieved a breakfast for himself.
aren’t you supposed to feed Kakarot too?
He ignored it, sat down at the table and started to eat.
hanging open. He began to eat.
“Why?”
Bulma finally managed. It was a tiny
little whisper in the room. She turned
to look at him, tears were on her face.
“Why?” she repeated.
He
watched tears well, fall down her face and unbidden, Kakarot’s face rose in his
mind.
“Why
not?” he snapped.
“Why
NOT?!” Bulma exploded. “Because UNLIKE
YOU he is a DECENT person, He’s a KIND and CARING person that you DO NOT
deserve to destroy! He’s BETTER than
you. That’s why you did it, wasn’t it
Vegeta. You couldn’t stand that he was
BETTER than you. So you had to beat him
somehow.”
Vegeta
stood up, grabbed her by the throat, lifted her fragile little body off the
ground. “I didn’t make him do
anything. Kakarot begged for it like a
little whore. I gave him what he
wanted.” He snarled at her, repressed
the words that he wanted to say, the words that mocked her for insinuating
anything bad about his mate. With a
disgusted snort he dropped her to the ground.
“Go find him if you don’t believe me.
Ask him what he did with the Dragon Balls.” Vegeta wanted to spit at her, but didn’t, and left instead.
gotten at running away.
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~~~~*
The
difference was instantaneous. Goku woke
up and felt the pulse of ki, strong ki, but not his own.
was coming from inside of him.
Three. Three little Saiyans
growing inside of him. Joy and pain
rose in him. Tears spilled down his
face and he couldn’t understand why.
Three.
Three.
wish had been granted, and it had never been a better wish in all his
memory. He had never felt a great joy
or a deeper pain as he realized that Vegeta had fathered these children and
would not be there to raise them. And
Goku was so distracted that he didn’t even notice the sound of wind or the feel
of ki approaching him. It wasn’t until
the stranger appeared in a blazeyellyellow light that Goku raised his head to
stare at the newcomer.
The
similarity was devastating.
“Goku,”
the boy before him said, “I am Trunks.”
Goku
climbed to his feet, faced the boy and stared.
Vegeta. This kid looked just
like Vegeta.
“I’m
from the Future. I’m Vegeta and Bulma’s
son.”
He
sort of smelled like Vegeta too.
“I’ve
come back to save you. In three years,
Dr. Gero is going to use androids to try and kill you.
Goku tried to
pay attention. But the boy smelled very
nice, like Vegeta did, and it was a comfort to be right there and be surrounded
by that smell. Pleasant.
made his tail swish calmly.
“And
you’ll die. But Mom made the
antidote. I’ve brought it back for
you.”
Hmm?
Goku thought, Has he been talking this whole time? Maybe I should pay attention.
“Goku?”
The boy titled his head to one side, and stepped forward.
narrowed his eyes as he realized there was more than one ki signal coming from
the man. He followed his senses, and
dropped his gaze down to the man’s abdomen, to where the ki signals appeared to
be coming from. That didn’t make
sense.
Goku
crouched and tilted his head to one side, grinned at him with the same sunny
expression that Trunks associated with all the man’s pictures.
smaller ones and Trunks straightened.
“Yes.
tried to remember that just because his mother believed Goku was the key to
saving the future didn’t mean the man himself knew that.
started purring.
“Well,”
Goku said, standing up, “Why didn’t Vegeta or Gohan just defeat
these…uh…androids?” The purring was
back. The annoying feminine purring had
returned. But it was comforting just
like it was annoying, and he let himself purr, because it was a nice sound, and
Vegeta’s scent, diluted by Bulma’s was all around him as this boy from the
future kept talking.
“They
tried.” Trunks said. He hung his
head. “Gohan was my best friend.”
like electricity. “They killed him.”
“Wow,”
Goku said, “I thought it only happened once in a while.”
More powerful. More impressive.
“Gohan
was one too,” Trunks said. He powered
down again.
“Really?”
Goku asked again. Well.
Super Saiyan maybe the ones growing inside him would be just as powerful
too. “What about Vegeta?”
“Uhhh,”
Trunks shifted. “No.”
Despite
himself, Goku smirked inwardly and sent a vindictive little thought at
Vegeta. I’m better than you.
something to eat. I bet Bulma’s got
food! She’s always got food.”
and took off flying.
~~~~**
Goku
touched down in the kitchen, looking around at the disaster that had just
passed. It wasn’t that anything was out
of place exactly, but Bulma was sitting at the table, eyes downcast, staring
straight into her coffee. Tears were
slipping down her face, and Chichi was there with a frown on her face.
him. Something crossed her face,
something between gratitude and disgust.
“Well,
we’ve found him. He looks fine to
me.” She rose from the table and with a
sniff—a little twitch of her nose that reminded Goku of Vegeta—she walked out
of the room.
Bulma
looked up and in a rush of long legs and blue hair, she stood up and threw
herself in his arms. “Goku!” She buried
her face in his chest and wrapped both arms around him.
Goku
hugged her back, and instinctively moved to retreat away from her.
wanted to comfort her, he didn’t want her to be touching him.
“Because
Vegeta said that… That…” She stared up
at him. There was a ring of bruises
around her throat. It looked like
fingers.
Vegeta’s
fingers. Bastard!
wished to Goku but he was not going to allow the asshole to hurt the people
around them. “He said what, Bulma?”
Goku prompted. If the arrogant little
prince wanted a fight, Goku was more than capable of reminding him which one of
them was stronger. Goku didn’t like to
fight for no reason but if Vegeta was going to hurt his friends, Goku was
certainly going to hurt the Prince right back.
The tears were
back. “He said that he…he…raped
you. No,” she said, “He said you wanted
him to.” Goku expected nothing else
from Prince. In fact, he probably
should just assume that everyone he met knew about Vegeta’s little
conquest. The Prince probably made
posters to distribute explaining in detail how it was that the Prince had
finally forced ‘Kakarot’ to his knees.
Trunks
coughed, and his shifting escalated into a near dance of nervousness.
blushing and he just shrugged. He was
from the future, and apparently he was not aware of what had happened the night
before.
“Bulma,”
Goku said kindly, “I’m going to go find Vegeta and see what this is all about,
okay? I want you to stay with
Trunks. He’s from the future.”
stepped outside to find Vegeta.
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* Also, please note that any
‘historical’ inaccuracies (such as just when Vegeta went Super Saiyan) are
subject to the plot of this story.
Gk: I’m coming for you!
Vegeta: Whatever.
Gk: I’m going to tickle you!
Vegeta: I will kill you if you even try.