Savior

::Blue Ki:: Sorry for the late update. Holidays suck….Oh and I have my website up (Woot!!) www.bluekiamv.com
::Vegeta:: product placement much?
::Blue Ki:: Quiet you!

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Vegeta grumbled irritably from his position on the couch. That damn woman had a lot of nerve tossing the prince of All Sayjins to the couch like that. What a disgraceful act, yet here he was. Waking up to the first glimpse of light on the horizon with the stiffest neck he has had since being cooped up in space pods.

Sitting up he cracked his neck to either side begging his joints to release some of the tension caused by such a miserable sleeping space. When silence began to deafen his sensitive ears, Vegeta decided that an early morning spar would be best to loosen the tenacious muscles that clung to their painful keepers’ neck.

Making his way upstairs, he contemplated waking his youngest but decided against it. The brat had schooling and would be rather useless at this hour anyway. Another human trait he obtained from the inhabitants of this little blue-green planet that drove the prince nuts. Sayjins fall asleep quickly and wake up fully charged in a few short hours. The need to wind down isn’t really in their genes. Winding down is the point where you stand to where you plop yourself down to rest. Period.

So it will be the elder of the two “twins” then. Mirai seemed to be more on a normal Sayjin schedule. Not really by choice. Sleep was a commodity for people that didn’t have to be afraid of imminent danger and fear of death. Eventually the time traveler will settle into a more relaxed state; but until that day, Vegeta needed a sparring partner. Besides, a few of the comments made the other night were not as respectful as he would have liked to have received. This morning will be a just punishment.

Deciding against knocking Vegeta opened the door to reveal a sight indeed.

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Smack! “Are you trying to take my head off Otousan?!”

Crack! “Think about pants next time!”

Swipe! “Think about knocking before you barge in then!”

Poor Vegeta. He would never get the image of his eldest out of his skull. Naked is one thing. Naked doesn’t bother him. Naked and covered in his own seed sprawled out on top of the covers was something entirely different. Sure if he had knocked then the embarrassment of both father and son would have been avoided. But the prince was far too proud to admit that.

Growling at the Boy’s Obvious point he took another shot at the right side of his head. This time colliding with skin and bone, he sent the boy spiraling into the adjacent wall to crumple on the gravity chamber floor. “Shit…” he muttered immediately flying down to assess the damage. ‘Okay, so I forgot he’s still not at 100%’ Vegeta mentally berated himself lifting Mirai by his shoulder to get a better look.

“You suck…” Mirai groaned out with a hint of humor behind his pained voice.

“At least your brain is still working.” Vegeta scoffed noting the blood trickling down the side of the youth’s face. “Stay here.” He commanded getting up to grab a bag of ice and a cloth.

“Mom’s gonna kill you.” Trunks joked trying to ignore the throbbing pain that began to plague his head.

“Not if I tell her you fell down the stairs.” Vegeta retorted.

The two laughed at how ridiculous their conversation began to sound. Vegeta left the chamber and quickly made his way to the kitchen to retrieve some ice for the abuse victim he left. Upon his return and delivery of said icepack did Vegeta finally decide to ask.

“So,” He began.

“So?” Trunks questioned not liking where this was going to head. There was no way he could tell his father that he had spent the night with Goku. Vegeta would kill him. Not like haha kill, like dismember and boil in hot oil kill. Getting the Prince of Sayjins look, he decided that answering was the best idea. “You never did that at my age?” He displaced.

“That?...Oh you mean splay yourself out for the world to see in your mess of your own reproductive nastiness.”

‘He doesn’t know I was with someone.’

“What if your younger brother saw?” Vegeta scolded. Trunks looked at his feet averting his eyes. Getting the picture that he mortified his son enough, Vegeta decided to drop the subject. “There is a lock for a reason. Use it.” He finished getting up and making his way to the door. Trunks let out a sigh of relief when the prince spoke again. “And tell Kakarot hi…”

Mirai choked dropping the ice and cloth to the floor where he now stood. ‘He does know!’ Just then Goku appeared in the gravity chamber. Mirai thought he would die of a heart attack. This day was a little too stressful for him without the head injury.

“Hey guys.” Goku said half heartedly instantly getting the full attention of the two other Sayjins in the room. Goku said Nothing ‘half heartedly’. Nothing. “Hey Vegeta, you mind if I stay here for a little bit?...Chichi is pretty mad at me for something and doesn’t really want me around…”

‘What is wrong with these females?’ Vegeta thought. They have been acting very strange indeed. ‘Must be hormones or the moon or menopause…who knows’. “Fine.” He answered trying not to sound too friendly. “I’ll tell the woman.” He finished leaving the two.

Goku sighed as the door to the chamber closed behind Vegeta. Looking over to the lavender Demi he couldn’t help but notice the small blush that had crept upon his face as Mirai advanced towards the full blooded Sayjin. He was still in a quandary as the younger man pressed his lips gently against his.

Trunks had just closed his eyes as a blinding pain connected with the left side of his face. Hitting the floor hard, he looked up through shocked eyes to meet the horrified face of Goku. ‘His’ Goku…he thought. “I don’t…” He tried.

“YOU DON’T WHAT?!” Goku Hollered. “UNDERSTAND THAT I’M A MARRIED MAN?!” Trunks quivered under the stronger warriors words. This made no sense.

“But Chichi…?” he asked.

“I said she was mad at me! Not, Hey! Let’s forget about her and my two sons. What’s wrong with you?” Goku asked feeling the need to leave growing stronger as he continued to stare down at the time travelers face, which was on the brink of tears.

“Last night?”

“Was nothing.” He finished referring to the argument they had about Goten. But Mirai didn’t hear that. Goku just shook his head and made his way to the door. Turning back, “I’ll forget about this, but never again.” He warned giving a stern look before disappearing.

His face blanked. Goku had used him. He had gotten what he wanted and threw him aside like trash. ‘Nothing’ that’s what he said. Even trash is something…The pain in his head became worse with the tears that refused to cease their plague on his soul as he fell to a helpless pile on the cold tiled floor.

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::Blue Ki:: Aww…You know you love me.
::Mirai:: I want Prozac…
::Vegeta:: You need it.
::Goku:: I don’t want to be mean…:cries: