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 6 – Apologies and Second Opinions

Vegeta stared at the spot where Goku had just vanished from, bringing his fingertips to softly brush over his lips; they still tingled from that last stolen kiss. He licked his lips trying to rid himself of the lingering sensation only to have his heart skip a beat when he faintly tasted the other full blooded Saiyan. “Kakarott…” he whispered to himself. His mind wandered back to being pinned down on the younger Saiyan’s bed, warm hands sliding up under his shirt.

Vegeta felt his chest constricting painfully, while a fluttery feeling danced in his stomach. He was so pissed off just a short while ago and just like that, with a few words and a kiss he had been completely diffused. That in itself was unsettling to him.

Now his insides were a flurry of varying emotions and he was becoming ever more frustrated not being able to identify what was causing which emotions. Happy, sad, regretful, anxious, jealous, excited, confused, angry, hurt, disappointed… where had all of these come from? Hell, he couldn’t even tell where one emotion started and the other ended at this point. ‘Kakarott… What the hell did you do to me!?’ Vegeta thought to himself, grabbing the lamp off the nightstand and flinging it across the room into a mirror atop a dresser. He felt his stress lessen, if only a little, as the mirror and lamp made a satisfying shattering sound.

Vegeta growled to himself as he pushed aside his manic thoughts of Goku. He took a deep breath and stilled his mind; organized his thoughts and prioritized what he felt needed to be done. “First,” he said to himself as he stormed out of the room.

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Bulma was in her bedroom laying on her bed in nothing more than a thin pink lacy camisole, carefully putting together a small electronic device for one of her newest inventions. She was soldering wires and microchips in place when Vegeta barged into her room looking none too pleased. ‘But when does he ever,’ she thought to herself as she placed her soldering iron onto its holder on her nightstand, making sure she placed it correctly lest the tip should make contact with the wood of the nightstand and light it on fire.

“And just what did you think you would accomplish with that little stunt you pulled?” Vegeta asked calmly, still standing in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest; a scowl firmly in place.

Bulma looked him in the eyes and could immediately see she’d been completely found out. She sighed heavily not wanting to have this conversation, but knowing she couldn’t avoid it or lie out of it at this point. “I was hoping you’d scare him off to the point that he never spoke to you again, so you wouldn’t have t know…so you wouldn’t leave…”

Vegeta rubbed the bridge of his nose before stepping into the room, closing the door behind him. He moved to the bed taking a seat beside Bulma. “I don’t appreciate being manipulated, Bulma.”

“I know; I’m sorry.” Bulma caught sight of the hickey Goku had made on the Saiyan Prince’s neck. Feeling a pang of jealousy and defeat, she brought her gaze to the floor not wanting to look at the mark or him. “Goku made that mark, didn’t he?”

Vegeta’s hand reflexively flew up to cover the red mark, a small blush of embarrassment tinting his cheeks. “He did,” Vegeta affirmed. “He’s pretty determined on taking me away from you.”

Bulma leaned her head on Vegeta’s shoulder, glad when he didn’t move away from her. “That’s because I was a crazy bitch for the last week.”

“That’s putting it lightly,” Vegeta chuckled.

Bulma gave him a halfhearted glare for his comment before trading it for a heavy sigh. “I really messed things up, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did.”

“Are you mad at me too?”

“I’m furious,” Vegeta stated with surprising calm. “Not only did you lie to me and manipulate me, you betrayed my trust. Why was any of that necessary?”

Bulma shrugged. “I got greedy I guess. I always wanted the perfect guy… Even as a young girl I sought out the dragon balls specifically for that purpose, but I guess somewhere along the way my idea of the perfect guy became warped and I thought I could piece perfection together out of you and Goku. That’s not the way it’s supposed to work though. Goku said some pretty profound things to me…for once in his life,” she rolled her eyes at the last part, “and it made me realize that the perfection I see between the two of you is just that. It’s between the two of you. I was just being a spoiled brat and a sore loser about it. I never meant to get so crazy about the whole thing. I mean, I knew I had lost the moment he admitted to me that he loved you. I can’t compete with that. Of course, I love you, but we went into this marriage knowing neither of us was IN love with the other. That’s why we agreed on separate rooms.”

“Is that why we don’t share a room? I thought it was because you kick too much, hog the bed and blankets, and snore like an angry bear,” Vegeta quipped.

Bulma leaned away from him and punched him in the arm. “Jerk. You better not go spreading that around.”

“What? You mean the truth?” Vegeta gave an amused smirk as his wife pouted at him. “Don’t worry. I’ll take your secret to the grave,” he said waving her off.

Bulma rolled her eyes. “You better.” Her expression softened as she went back to resting her head on his shoulder. “Do you hate me?”

Vegeta tried to suppress a chuckle and put an arm around his wife, leaning his head on hers, “No, I don’t hate you. Still pretty pissed; you did make a fool out of me, but I don’t think I could ever hate the mother of my children. Well, as long as you don’t make a habit of it. In all seriousness though, you really think I belong with him?”

“Vegeta, please. The entire universe thinks you belong with him.” she said as if it should have been obvious. “With what you’ve told me about Saiyans there isn’t any reason why you couldn’t and the way you two have been towards each other over the years, it’s a miracle you guys didn’t get together sooner.”

“Bulma, we didn’t get together.”

“You will.”

“Just because he claims to be in love with me doesn’t mean I feel the same way.”

“Stop right there, Vegeta.” Bulma stood up and turned to face him. “You may have convinced yourself that it’s something else, you may have buried it so deep inside that you don’t recognize it for what it is, but I’d bet the entirety of Capsule Corp. on the fact that you’ve loved him since the moment you met.”

Vegeta gave her a skeptical look.

“Oh, yeah?” Bulma put her hands on her hips. “I you don’t have feelings for him then why did you let him put a hickey on you,” she retorted.

Vegeta blinked as he was taken aback. He looked down at the floor trying to find an explanation other than the one she was presenting, but came up blank. “Point taken,” he conceded.

“So how did you find out anyway?”

“Remember how Kakarott was able to read Krillin’s mind when he got to Namek? Turns out he’s figured out how to transmit them as well.”

“Tch. So unfair,” Bulma pouted folding her arms over her chest. “I could have had two sexy Saiyans.”

“Hn. Not likely. Saiyans don’t like to share,” Vegeta remarked.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know yet.”

Bulma turned her back to the Prince, arms still crossed. “Alright, get out of here then. Let me scrape up what’s left of my pride and dignity and I’ll accept my defeat gracefully. If you decide to get together with Goku then know you always have a place here and I wish you the best. If you don’t then my door is always open for you.”

Vegeta came up behind her and spun her to face him, then pulled her into a hug and gave her a kiss on her forehead, smiling when she blushed. He turned to leave her room.

“Vegeta? Can you tell him I’m sorry?”

“Nope,” Vegeta called out behind him as he made his way out of the room. “Your punishment; you have to tell him yourself.”

Bulma frowned. “JERK!” She called out into the hallway receiving a deep chuckle in reply from down the hall.

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Vegeta sighed, went to the nightstand beside his bed, and fished a cell phone out of the drawer. He sat on the bed and punched in the number of the only person he felt would be of some help, wasn’t involved in the mess to begin with, and who he felt comfortable enough with to share this odd string of events. He leaned back on one hand as the phone rang a few times before being answered.

“Hello?” came the sleepy reply.

“I need to talk to you,” Vegeta stated bluntly, not even caring that he’d obviously woken the other up.

Goten sat up in his bed and turned on the lamp sitting atop his nightstand. The alarm clock beside it read 2:47am. He raised a brow questioningly. Vegeta almost never called and he certainly never called this late before. “Is this something we can talk about over the phone?”

“…I’d prefer not to,” came the hesitant reply.

“Kay, just give me a few to get into something other than pajamas and I’ll be right over.”

“Thanks Goten.”

“Yup, no problem,” Goten yawned. “See you in a bit,” the younger Saiyan said before hitting the end call button on his phone. He hopped out of bed and set about rummaging through his dresser drawers for something light and comfortable.

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Sure it was the middle of the night, but when Goten was going through a tough spot and didn’t know who to turn to about it, it was Vegeta of all people who was there for him. Back when he had first realized he had fallen for his best friend, he didn’t know how to tell him, or if he even should. He thought Trunks would not only reject him, but be disgusted with him and while he wanted to ask someone about the matter he was too worried and fearful that he’d lose everyone close to him; after all, same sex relationships weren’t very widely accepted on Earth. He didn’t want to be shunned by his friends and loved ones, so he kept quiet, but more and more he was becoming depressed and consumed with longing.

He hid it well, though. No one noticed he was in constant emotional pain, or at least he thought so until Vegeta had taken him aside one day, sat him down in private, and with a hand on Goten’s shoulder said, “whatever it is, I’m not going to judge you. You have my word. Now tell me what’s wrong.” Goten had locked eyes with his predominant father figure, he found comfort there, and in that moment Goten’s facade crumbled instantaneously and he began to cry. Vegeta patiently waited out his tears, calmed him, and listened as Goten spilled out his secret and everything he’d been holding in. He held nothing back, and when he was finished, the Prince of all Saiyans did something he never expected. He hugged him and then told him he’d be very happy if Goten and his son “became mates,” as Vegeta had phrased it. Vegeta also took the time to remind him that they were Saiyans, and Saiyans weren’t bound by the rules of Earth. He even went as far as to educate Goten a little on Saiyan culture and some very interesting physiological differences from earthlings.

After that, Goten spent a considerable amount of time with Vegeta, learning what he could about Saiyans, sparring, telling Vegeta whatever problems he had, even just general hanging out. Even now that he was away at college, he would often come over or call, mostly for little things, but Vegeta would always answer for him, listen, and offer advice. Next to Trunks, Vegeta had become the closest person to Goten, though their friendship wasn’t something they mentioned to others.

‘It’s nice I can finally return the favor, and help him for once,’ Goten thought to himself as he flew at top speed towards Capsule Corp. He thought back to the last time they had met up in the middle of the night. It had been almost a year ago when Goten had the misfortune of seeing Trunks kiss a girl at a party they had gone to. Goten felt crushed, but masked his heartbreak by needling Trunks with jokes about giving away his first kiss, only to find out that wasn’t Trunks’ first.

Shortly after being dealt a second blow, Goten had snuck away from the party and immediately sought out Vegeta. The prince had been in his room reading a book on his bed when Goten had barged in unannounced through the balcony door; Vegeta always left it unlocked for him. He barely had time to put his book down before Goten had tackled him. Vegeta had wordlessly put an arm around the boy’s shoulders and stroked his hair, not caring that Goten was lying in top of him, or that the younger was soaking his shirt with his tears. He let Goten cry it out until he had calmed down enough to tell him why he was so upset.

“I wanted Trunks and I to share our first kisses with each other, but instead he was making out with some half drunk bimbo at the party. It hurt so much, but I tried to make light of the situation only for him to tell me it wasn’t a big deal because it wasn’t his first kiss,” Goten half ranted half cried out to the Prince. “On top of that, I’m supposed to be his best friend and he never even mentioned anything before about having his first kiss. Why did I have to find out like this?”

“Do you still want to be with him,” Vegeta asked.

Goten thought for a moment before nodding against Vegeta’s chest. “Yeah, but I don’t want to give him my first kiss anymore. If I can’t have his then I don’t want him to have mine. It’s only fair, right?”

Vegeta snickered. “Fair, yes, but isn’t that logic a bit childish?”

“I know,” Goten sighed. “But he’s still not getting my first kiss,” the younger man said stubbornly, inciting a laugh from Vegeta. “I like when you laugh...” Goten snuggled against him and purred. “It makes me feel at ease. It also helps that you and Trunks have similar scents.”

“That’s because we share the same bloodline,” Vegeta stated matter of factly.

“So would your kiss be similar to his too?” Goten asked, gripping a handful of Vegeta’s shirt.

Vegeta inclined his head slightly in thought. It wasn’t something he’d even heard of a Saiyan exploring into. The question took him by surprise and intrigued him. He looked down at the younger, but taller Saiyan snuggling against his chest and an idea on how to satisfy his curiosity began to form. “We could find out.”

Goten looked up at him. “How’s that?”

“Someone is going to have to kiss two Saiyans of the same bloodline,” Vegeta said coolly.

Goten snorted. “Yeah, so who’d you have in mind for this little experiment?” Sarcasm completely evident in his tone.

“Goten, you’re absolutely sure you don’t want to give Trunks your first kiss?” Vegeta asked seemingly changing the subject.

Goten pouted, “No way! Not to that inconsiderate jerk.”

“Then it’s settled.” Vegeta suddenly rolled them over so he was on top of the younger man, smirking down at him as Goten finally realized what he was getting at. When Goten opened his mouth to protest, Vegeta gave him a deep searing kiss.

Goten’s resistance was short lived as within mere seconds he found himself trying to pull the older man closer as he feverishly kissed back, his legs coming up on either side of the Prince. Such a sweet intoxicating taste and delivered to him with such skill, Goten felt like he was melting as Vegeta’s tongue glided across his own.

Vegeta slowly pulled away, breaking the kiss. “Did you enjoy your first kiss?” the Prince of all Saiyans purred, a devious smirk in place.

Goten was blushing fiercely and panting erratically. “Oh my god...” The Saiyan Prince gave him a wink before shifting his weight off the younger and rolling onto his back. As soon as Goten regained his breath and his composure, he resumed his previous position of snuggling on the Prince’s chest; making Vegeta roll his eyes giving an amused snort. “There isn’t a chance of possibly getting another one of those, is there?

Vegeta playfully whacked Goten with a pillow. “One per customer, brat.”

Goten smiled fondly at the memory. One would imagine it would be very hard to keep a friendship on the same level after something like that, but he knew Vegeta wasn’t interested in him that way, which was fine since his own heart was elsewhere. Goten was stirred from his musings as Capsule Corp. came into view.

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Vegeta flipped his cell phone shut and placed it on the nightstand, his thoughts once again becoming consumed by the other full blood. He looked down at his hands which were beginning to tremble as his emotions became further tangled into one another. There he noticed a set of finger shaped black and blues forming on each of his wrists. He thought he would have been sickened by the sight of such marks, but instead he found himself almost admiring them as if they were a work of art.

A small knock on the balcony door pulled the Prince’s attention away from the bruises on his wrists. Goten, clad in a gray light jacket, loose fitting white t-shirt, and a pair of blue jeans and white sneakers, slid the door open and pushed aside thin curtains, stepping into Vegeta’s room. He instantly noticed the shards of glass and ceramic littering the carpet, but thought better on asking about it. Wordlessly, he crossed the room, sidestepping the debris on the carpet and sat down on the bed beside Vegeta. “I’m listening,” was all Goten said.

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It took Vegeta a good half hour to convey to Goten everything that had happened from start to finish.

“So what’s the answer?” Goten asked when Vegeta had finished recounting the several days events. “The same, right?”

“Very different,” Vegeta responded quickly, knowing exactly what Goten was asking about. He had always thought Goten would be answering the question for him, rather than the other way around. “Yours was a syrupy sweet kind of flavor; his was a rich slightly bittersweet flavor, like chocolate.”

“Not what I expected… but anyway, as far as this recent mess goes; I think you should go out with my Dad.”

“Go out…with Kakarott?”

“Yeah. What exactly is the problem here? I understand you must be feeling very confused and mixed emotions from all this given your history with both parties, but it’s all really pretty simple. My dad loves you. My dad is straight up IN LOVE with you and Bulma…well, she’s not. I know she loves you to some degree, but it’s not the same thing, and are you really not worried that Bulma might try something crazy again?”

“She won’t. I’m sure of it. Besides, she’s not the one that needs to be watched out for. But getting back on topic… You’re saying I should be with Kakarott just because he’s in love with me?”

“No, you should because you care about him. Way more than you let on. I think when my dad kissed you; he uncovered some of the feelings towards him that you’ve kept buried.”

“That’s preposterous,” Vegeta snapped.

Goten folded his arms and gave Vegeta a glare. “You know, just because you don’t want to admit something doesn’t make it untrue,” Goten countered. “In fact, from where I’m standing, it looks to me like you love him as much as he loves you.”

“So you’re agreeing with Bulma now? You think I belong with him?”

“Sorry, but she’s right on that one.”

Vegeta gave a small growl as his second opinion agreed with the first. “We’ll see…”

“And just what kind of strange relationship do you have with Bulma anyway? She point blank said to you she wanted you and my dad and you weren’t even in the least bit offended or anything?” Goten threw his arms around very animatedly stressing his point.

“It’s not like was surprised. She told me a long time ago she had a bit of a thing for him. I wasn’t so glad to hear it at the time, but she wasn’t exactly thrilled to hear that most Saiyans are bi either. She said it was bad enough that when she was with Yamcha she was paranoid about him being around girls, but with me she has to be paranoid about everyone. Thankfully, she calmed down after a couple of months, deciding I hated everyone too much for anyone to take me from her.”

“Well, I’d be worried too if you we my boyfriend,” Goten said nodding in agreement. “You do get hit on an awful lot and it’s not like you can turn your sexy off.”

“Sexy, huh?” Vegeta gave the younger Saiyan a lecherous smirk, laughing when Goten turned his face away blushing. “Anyway, how are you and Trunks doing?”

Goten let out a frustrated yell flopping backwards onto the bed. “I’m still pretty non-existent to him as far as dating goes. He has a new damn girlfriend like every week and these empty headed ho’s often bring a “friend” for me to meet. Out of courtesy I’ve gone on these little double dates he sets up for us, but I’m on my last nerve. I can’t stand seeing him flirt with these girls, and he always gives away my phone number to the girls he tries to set me up with. Do you have any idea how often these girls call and text!?”

Vegeta nodded in understanding. “That’s why you keeping changing your phone number…”

Goten thrashed about on the bed, “STUPID BOY!” he yelled mid tantrum. Goten abruptly sat up putting on his best puppy dog eyes for the Prince. “Vegeta, help me!” he implored. “Please?”

“Relax, we’ll figure something out,” Vegeta assured him.


T.B.C...

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Author’s Note: K- guys…gonna have to stop there. This chapter was getting WAAAAY too long. I’ll have another one out soon. On another note…it’s Mischief Night tonight! YAY! Tonight my workplace celebrates one year in operation. Hooray! I’m still employed! And tomorrow night is All Hallows Eve! I even get to dress up at work and give out candy.

Reviewers:
Navajo- Much appreciated. I hope you’ll enjoy this and future chapters. I’ve devious plans for Goku and Vegeta. Devious…

Zofo: As far as the scents go, I just felt like giving them all random delicious things to smell and taste like. But hold off on the Bulma lynch mob, turns out she’s not as bad as she seemed. A little temporary insanity here and there… but who’s this person Vegeta says needs to be watched out for? Mwua ha ha ha ha…

Many thanks to all my readers. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review and let me know what you think. Hope to hear from you and Happy Halloween to all! ~Yuurei