Bonding
Goku woke slowly, sighing and beginning to
tighten his body in preparation for stretching. Then he abruptly became aware
of the weight on top of him and the sensation of warm breath against his chest.
Carefully, he relaxed again, not wanting to disturb his prince, and opened his
eyes.
The fire had died to nothing but smoldering
embers in the fireplace, and the light of early morning was pouring in through
the windows, promising a warm day to come. Vejiita had slid to the side a
little at some point during the night and was now sleeping with his cheek on
Goku’s chest, his arm over his stomach and his leg draped across Goku’s thighs.
His face was relaxed, for once free of tension and completely peaceful. Feeling
his throat tighten, Goku gently stroked his hand over Vejiita’s shoulder and
down his back, the skin warm and smooth beneath his touch.
He could feel a cramp beginning in his leg and
the stiffness of muscles throughout his body but he remained still, continuing
to caress Vejiita’s back, wanting to allow the prince to sleep for as long as
possible.
He gazed down at the smaller Saiya-jin as he ran
his fingers along Vejiita’s spine, the previous night replaying in his head.
When the pounding on his door had driven him out of his warm, comfortable bed
and he’d discovered Vejiita on his doorstep, he had been surprised, to say the
least. Surprise had quickly changed to concern, though, as he’d observed
Vejiita’s distraught state. It was obvious that he, too, had just left his bed,
and the prince’s bloodshot eyes and trembling hands had not escaped his
attention.
Somewhat amazed that Vejiita had come to him,
he’d invited the prince inside, careful to keep his voice quiet and
non-threatening. It was clear as Vejiita began pacing around the room that
holding him would not be a good idea, and so he’d remained still and silent,
waiting for the other Saiya-jin to speak. When the prince had begun to stammer
about a dream he’d had, Goku had felt his throat tighten. It was so hard for
Vejiita to talk to him about this; to talk to anyone about anything, really.
But the fact that he had come at all, that he had sought him out in his
distress had touched Goku deeply.
He’d moved to stand next to Vejiita by the
fireplace but refrained from touching him, not wanting to do anything that
might possibly upset Vejiita further. It was hard for him to be so restrained
when it was in his nature to act on what he felt, but he wanted what was best
for Vejiita, and so he learned to hold himself back.
When Vejiita had mumbled that Goku had touched
him, he had unintentionally made a soft, surprised sound. And then... ‘I...
what you did... I... I... liked it...’ At that moment he had wanted to
touch Vejiita so badly he was nearly shaking. As it was he’d leaned toward him
until mere inches separated them, stunned by Vejiita’s admission.
Then, when Vejiita had tried to tell him something
else, suddenly becoming upset and turning away, he’d only wanted to keep him
from leaving. He wanted to be there for Vejiita. He didn’t want to force the
prince to tell him anything, but knowing that Vejiita had come to him, wanting,
needing to talk, he didn’t want him to leave without unburdening himself.
And then Vejiita had told him that, in his
dream, he had hurt him. For a while he hadn’t known how to respond, until he’d
finally pressed a little and Vejiita had confirmed that in the dream he had raped
him.
He frowned as he smoothed his fingers through
the hair at the back of Vejiita’s neck, remembering the sick feeling that had
filled him. Despite the fact that it had been a dream, the thought of hurting
Vejiita in any way disgusted him. And the fact that Vejiita had dreamt about
it... suggested a lot of problems.
Sighing, he brought up his other hand to stroke
Vejiita’s thick black locks, gazing out the window at the brightening sky. And
then there was Frieza. That Vejiita’s dream had turned him into Frieza bothered
him greatly. Obviously, Vejiita was subconsciously afraid that Goku would try
to repeat Frieza’s actions from his childhood.
He was distracted momentarily as Vejiita shifted
slightly, his tail moving to loosely curl around Goku’s leg. Goku smiled
faintly, gently brushing his thumb across Vejiita’s cheek before returning to
his musing. Vejiita’s dream suggested so many things to him. The most hopeful
was that, on some level, he was attracted to Goku. On some level he wanted
Goku’s touch. Nothing else explained why he had dreamt about, and enjoyed, Goku
coming to him like that. But he had already guessed as much. What the dream
also said was that Vejiita was afraid. He was afraid of intimacy; afraid that
he’d be hurt again, afraid of betrayal. The fact that Vejiita subconsciously
associated him with Frieza was an enormous obstacle to overcome.
His eyes were again drawn to the prince as
Vejiita made a soft sound low in his throat, shifting again and stretching
slightly. It wouldn’t be long before he woke up. A slight pang tightened his
chest at the thought. In a few more minutes this moment would be lost. He knew
better than to think Vejiita would be willing to stay. It was very likely he’d
leave as soon as he woke up, humiliated that he had let his guard down and
afraid of the intimacy the night had created. Still... Goku was pleased. He
hadn’t thought Vejiita trusted him this much. The prince had slept deeply, no
trace of tension or unease in him.
Goku’s throat tightened as he gently embraced the
smaller Saiya-jin. Vejiita, I love you. He wished that he dared say it
to the prince’s face. But he was afraid that the confession would terrify
Vejiita to the point that he would never come back. Or that the prince would
laugh at him, rejecting his offer of love outright. That was what he was truly
afraid of. Vejiita’s rejection. He couldn’t really think of anything about
himself that was remarkable or interesting enough to capture someone like
Vejiita. Someone so unique, so exotic. Vejiita continued to fascinate him even
now, more than twenty years after their first meeting. He doubted he had ever
fascinated Vejiita at all.
Shaking himself, he pushed the thoughts away
before he could become depressed, instead just focusing on the little time he
had left to treasure this moment. Closing his eyes, he inhaled the scent of
Vejiita’s hair; it smelled of shampoo, and, beneath that, wind and sunlight and
the strong, masculine fragrance that was simply Vejiita. With a faint sigh he
ran his hands down Vejiita’s back, then up to his shoulders, smoothing over the
muscles in the arm laying across his stomach, his hand slipping all the way
down to Vejiita’s fingertips. Then Vejiita moaned slightly, his body stretching
out and his tail unfurling from Goku’s leg. His lips parted, his mouth opening
widely as he yawned, twisting so the back of his head was now resting on Goku’s
chest, rather than his cheek. He groaned softly and then his eyes finally
opened, blinking up at the ceiling.
Goku found himself holding his breath, waiting
for the prince’s reaction. For a while he did nothing, his body still relaxed
against Goku’s, as though he hadn’t actually thought about the position he was
in yet. He briefly closed his eyes again, sighing and turning his head
slightly, and Goku fought the urge to squirm as the black spikes of his hair
tickled his chest. Abruptly, though, the prince became very still, looking up
at the ceiling for a long moment. Then, very slowly, he twisted around, one
elbow on the couch, the other arm braced against Goku’s stomach. His eyes
lifted to Goku’s face.
Goku looked back at him steadily, and when
Vejiita’s eyes met his, a flush colored the prince’s face, his lips parting but
no words coming out. Goku smiled sadly, wondering if Vejiita had been hoping he
was still asleep so he could quietly sneak out. Still, he was unable to keep
himself from reaching out, and he gently smoothed the backs of his knuckles
down Vejiita’s cheek, then slid his hand around to briefly cup the prince’s
chin.
"Good morning, l-" he began, then
abruptly caught himself, shivering at his mistake. He had very nearly said, ‘Good
morning, love.’
Vejiita looked at him, and for what seemed an
endless moment, he remained still, Goku’s hand cupping his chin as their dark
eyes locked. Then he mumbled something that might have been a returned
greeting, pulling himself into a sitting position and glancing out the window.
Once the prince had removed his weight, Goku
dragged himself upright, stretching his arms over his head and then twisting
from one side to the other, groaning as bones cracked and sore muscles
strained. Hissing, he arched his back, his head pressed against the back of the
couch and his feet extended far out in front of him, nearly sliding off the
couch with the intensity of his stretch. He caught himself at the last moment,
scrambling somewhat ungracefully to his feet and then turning to look at
Vejiita.
The Saiya-jin prince was watching him, faint
amusement in his eyes and his face astonishingly unguarded. Goku caught the
expression for only a moment, though, before Vejiita realized he was looking
him and glanced away, the softness disappearing. The sunlight splashing through
the window set the prince’s hair on fire with golden highlights, gleaming off
his bronzed skin and glittering softly in his black eyes. Goku caught his
breath, his heart aching at Vejiita’s unconscious beauty. Biting his lip, he
turned away for a moment, wanting him so badly he was nearly shaking with it.
Closing his eyes tightly, he took a slow breath, forcing himself to be calm. He
could not let Vejiita know how intensely he wanted to run his tongue over his
chest, to peel off those black pants and smooth his hands down his thighs, make
him scream with ecstasy and show him- Stop! He clenched his teeth to keep
from groaning. He could not think about this, not now. I can’t do
this... He doesn’t need this right now, the time is completely wrong. This
isn’t the kind of attention he needs from me. What Vejiita did need was
someone he could trust to be his friend, not someone looking to tumble him into
bed. He took another breath, letting it out slowly and forcing his desire out
with it. He forced himself to think of all the abuse Vejiita had suffered, the
tears he had shed the night before, and brought himself back under control.
Slowly, he turned back to the prince.
Vejiita had risen to his feet, running his hands
through his hair and looking intently at the rug. There was an awkward silence
as each searched for something to say.
"Vejiita-"
"Kakarrot-"
They both paused and Vejiita glanced up at him
briefly. Then the prince turned toward the door, one of his hands curling into
a fist and tapping idly against his thigh as he hesitated. "I...
Kakarrot... I want..." He paused, then seemed to change his mind about
whatever he had been about to say. "I have to go."
"I- Vejiita!" Goku said as the prince
moved forward and set his hand on the door handle. He paused, his tail curling
and uncurling slightly as he waited. Goku searched for something to say, simply
standing with his mouth open like a fool for several moments, then blurted,
"I’ll stop and see you later!"
Vejiita stood for long moments, not looking at
him. Then he nodded once and went out.
Goku stood looking at the closed door for
several minutes, letting what had just happened sink in. He’d hardly been aware
of what he was saying until after he’d said it, and then he’d winced inwardly,
waiting for Vejiita’s rejection. He’d expected the other Saiya-jin to slap him
down, wanting to avoid contact with him after all that had happened the night
before. But the prince had nodded. He had quietly accepted Goku’s offer and
left.
Goku remained staring at the door for another
minute, a foolish smile on his face as an odd warmth filled his chest. Then he
shook himself and headed down the hallway to take a shower.
Vejiita flew homeward slowly, the wind
fluttering through his hair as the sun shone warmly on his naked back. His arms
were crossed over his chest as he gazed vaguely at the landscape passing below
him, his eyes not really taking it in. He was still trying to deal with
everything that had happened between last night and this moment.
He frowned, feeling his cheeks heat slightly.
Now, as he recalled everything he had done, all he had said, he realized it was
horribly embarrassing. He had made a fool of himself, breaking down like that
in front of Kakarrot. His teeth clenched as he remembered clinging to the other
Saiya-jin, sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder... And he remembered
Kakarrot holding him, never speaking, never pushing or asking stupid questions.
He remembered melting against him when Goku had come up behind him and embraced
him. He remembered the sense of utter security that had filled him when they
had laid down together on the couch... He could not remember the last time he
had slept so deeply.
He shook his head, swallowing. He had been far,
far too vulnerable. He had never before in his life betrayed such an
inexcusable weakness. He didn’t know why he had sought Kakarrot out in the
first place. He should have been able to deal with what had happened on his
own. It was only a dream. A silly dream and he had run to Goku like a child,
needing protection from his imaginary monsters. How pathetic.
He growled, rubbing a hand over his face. And
now he was allowing the fool to come see him. Instead of telling him to mind
his own business, like he should have, he had accepted Goku’s offer without
protest.
Dammit.
Spiraling downward as Capsule Corporation came
into site, he landed on the doorstep and let himself in. The smell of frying
bacon and eggs assaulted his senses, along with the clatter of pans and
utensils and the sound of bread popping up from the toaster. His mouth watered
despite himself, his stomach growling as he took in the sight of Trunks and
Goten sitting at the kitchen table, helping themselves to heaping portions of
eggs and bacon, pouring tall glasses of milk and orange juice and slathering
their toast with butter. Mrs. Briefs was standing by the stove, pouring more
scrambled eggs into the pan for cooking, humming cheerfully to herself. Goten
was the first to acknowledge his presence.
"Hey, Vejiita!" he said around a
mouthful of food, giving him a little wave. Vejiita inclined his head slightly
in returned greeting at the same time Trunks looked up from his meal.
"Hi, Dad!" he said after swallowing.
Reaching out, he dragged one of the empty chairs back from the table in
invitation. "Come on and eat with us!"
Vejiita hesitated, still standing in front of
the door. He was hungry, but dare he brave a breakfast table with two teenage
boys?
Mrs. Briefs turned around and saw him standing
awkwardly in the entryway. "Oh, Vejiita!" she cried in her girlish
voice, "Hi! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!"
She bustled over to him, her curly, dyed-blond
hair bouncing with each step. She was smiling so widely he thought she must
surely be hurting her face, giggling like a schoolgirl as she approached him.
"My goodness, look at you! You’re still as
handsome as ever!" she tittered and Vejiita felt his face flush. "Oh,
if only I was single and you weren’t my son-in-law!"
Vejiita shifted his weight from one foot to the
other, his blush deepening as he heard Trunks and Goten choking while trying to
stifle laughter, bent intently over their plates. He didn’t know when Mrs.
Briefs had gotten the idea that he was her son-in-law, as he and Bulma had
never been married, but she always insisted on it nonetheless. He knew she was
only teasing him, but it still left him rather tongue-tied, a situation he
rarely found himself in.
She continued coming toward him until she was
only inches away. By the time he realized her intentions it was too late to
escape, and she hugged him tightly, squeezing her still-slim figure to him.
"It’s so good to see you!"
"Uh," he fumbled, standing helplessly
and looking down at her, at a loss. He glared over at Trunks who was turning
red in the face and pressing a hand tightly to his mouth. Goten was bent over,
making strangling noises while trying to chew his food, one hand shredding his
napkin to bits. Thinking that Mrs. Briefs wasn’t going to release him until he
acknowledged her in some way, he grunted something unintelligible and awkwardly
patted her shoulder.
She giggled again and stepped back. "Yeah,
you’re still exactly the same!" She looked him over again, then her eyes
widened and she cooed. "Except for this!"
She pointed at the tail that was waving in the
air behind him and he abruptly made sure to keep it out of her reach. "Your
tail grew back! Goodness, it’s so cute!"
That was too much and Vejiita growled low in his
throat, irritation getting the better of him. She just laughed again, stepping
backward. "Come on in and sit down, Vejiita! You’re part of the family,
too!"
Vejiita sighed, then decided it wasn’t worth the
fight and slid into the chair Trunks had offered to him as Mrs. Briefs went to
get another plate and began loading it with food. Trunks looked over at him,
his eyes sparkling, and Vejiita glared at him again, snarling almost inaudibly.
It seemed odd to sit at a table with even two other people at it, and he
realized that it was a rare thing even for he and Trunks to be eating at the
same time, much less with Goten and Bulma’s mother. He raised an eyebrow as he
watched Goten and his son stuff their faces like starving wolves, leaning back
in his chair and shaking his head slightly. A moment later Mrs. Briefs set down
a plate heaped with eggs and bacon and topped with four slices of buttery toast
in front of him. His stomach growled again and he immediately began to eat,
though he managed to maintain a little more dignity than his offspring and the
boy’s best friend. It wasn’t long before he had polished off the entire thing
with plenty of room to spare. As soon as he’d finished chewing the last bite,
Mrs. Briefs swept up his plate, flitted to the stove, and a moment later
returned again, the plate newly laden with food. Goten and Trunks were already
on their third helpings and still going strong, and Vejiita watched in faint
admiration as Mrs. Briefs managed to keep up with them. Subduing the Saiya-jin
appetite was not an easy thing.
Once Trunks and Goten were cleaning up their
fourth helpings and Vejiita was working on his third, Mrs. Briefs announced
that she had a date to go shopping and that there was another pan of eggs and
plate of bacon on the stove for them to help themselves to.
"Bye-bye, guys!" she called cheerily,
flying out the door.
"Bye, Grandma!" Trunks called after
her, "Thanks for breakfast!"
"Anytime, dearheart!" she sent over
her shoulder, and was gone.
Vejiita barely restrained a sigh of relief once
the door closed after her, and Trunks finally broke into open laughter,
smacking the table and rattling the dishes. "Oh my God, Dad!"
he cried, "You should have seen yourself! The look on your face when she
hugged you was priceless!"
Goten laughed as well, wiping his hands on a
napkin. "I’m surprised you controlled yourself as well as you did. I’m
impressed!"
Vejiita smirked slightly, allowing their
good-natured ribbing as he continued to eat.
"Honestly, I can’t believe Grandma
sometimes!" Trunks continued, still laughing and taking a swallow of
orange juice. "You’d think she was a little girl sometimes, or at least
still a young woman. She flirts with every male she sees, even me!"
Goten grinned as he and Vejiita simultaneously
got up for more food. "I think she’s funny. I never knew either of my
grandmas."
"Hey, Dad," Trunks interjected
suddenly, changing the subject, "Where were you anyway?"
Vejiita stiffened momentarily. There was no way
he was going to say he was over at Goku’s house, especially not with Kakarrot’s
son sitting right there. Finally he shrugged and said, forcing nonchalance into
his voice, "I didn’t sleep well. I went out."
It was the truth. He hadn’t slept well... until
he’d been sleeping with Kakarrot.
Trunks didn’t pursue the issue, instead leaning
back in his chair and looking Vejiita over. "You know, Dad, it’s been a
while since we sparred. You feel up to it in a little while?"
Vejiita glanced at him in surprise. It was a
rare thing for Trunks to come to him offering to spar. Then he
grinned, bearing his full set of teeth as he threw his son a challenge. "I
don’t think you’re up to par with me, boy."
Trunks laughed, folding his arms and tossing
lavender hair out of his eyes. "You don’t think so, huh?"
Vejiita set his fork down, raising an eyebrow
and smirking confidently.
"Hn, well if that’s the case, then why
don’t you take both of us on?" Trunks challenged in return, nodding his
head in Goten’s direction.
Vejiita’s smirk widened as his eyes narrowed,
intrigued by the prospect. Goten looked slightly alarmed to suddenly be
included in the little match, but after a moment his face relaxed into shared
amusement.
"Yeah," Trunks grinned, nodding again.
"I bet the two of us could drop you."
Vejiita actually laughed out loud, rising to his
feet. "You’re on, boy!" he growled, grinning, "Just let me get
changed."
"Right!" Trunks agreed, allowing his chair
to fall to the floor and beginning to quickly gather the dishes on the table.
Vejiita went up to his room, stripping off the black pants he wore to bed and
pulling a navy blue workout suit from his dresser, the spandex stretching to
hug his body as he drew it on. He stepped into his white boots and pulled on
his gloves, still grinning and wondering how both his son and Kakarrot’s
together would match up against him.
He descended the stairs again to see Trunks and
Goten still cleaning up the kitchen and was eager enough for the fight that he
joined them to hurry their progress.
"I’ll finish here, you go change," he
said a minute later.
"Ah, looking forward to your defeat,
huh?" Trunks laughed, heading toward the stairs.
Vejiita grinned dangerously in response and his
son shook his head, smiling. The two boys charged up the stairs to Trunks’
room. It was only a minute before they were coming down again, prepared for the
workout. Vejiita was just finishing up and a moment later the trio headed
outside.
They blasted into the sky high above Capsule
Corporation, Vejiita hanging in the air with his arms folded and his tail
swaying from side to side in anticipation.
"So," he called, eyes glittering,
"What decides who wins?"
Trunks grinned back at him. "Until one side
or the other says ‘uncle’."
"Ha!" Vejiita laughed. "Very
well. Shall we begin?"
Trunks and Goten both nodded. "Let’s
go!"
The air crackled and snapped, golden light
blazing outward as all three of them simultaneously lept to Super Saiya-jin.
Trunks immediately charged straight at him while Goten swung wide, trying to
maneuver around behind. Vejiita went for Trunks head-on, momentarily distancing
himself from Goten, and when he and his son were about to collide, dropped like
a stone, causing Trunks to sail over him, then caught himself, came up and spun
into a powerful kick. He only hit air, however, as Trunks had immediately flung
himself to the side, avoiding the blow. It was Vejiita’s turn to dodge as
Goten’s fist came flying at his head, and he slipped to the side, feeling the
rush of air as the strike missed by centimeters.
Goten, however, was not used to fighting him and
hadn’t counted on his speed. Even as he moved out of the way, he twisted,
reaching back and caught Goten’s wrist, swinging the boy around and then
sending him sailing toward the ground, preparing to fire a low-intensity ki
blast at him as he fell. He never got the chance, however, as Trunks’ heel
connected solidly with his side, throwing him back several hundred feet. By the
time he recovered himself, both boys were heading toward him from either side,
their movements blurring as they increased to their top speeds. Instead of
dodging as they anticipated, he gathered himself, and, when they attacked from
both sides, pushed all of his own speed into blocking both of them.
For a while he was successful, but it was
extremely difficult to keep track of both of their movements at once as they
both used arms and legs to attack. Trunks swung his knee toward Vejiita’s
stomach and the prince brought up his own leg, blocking the attack with his
shin. Suddenly the boy laughed, distracting Vejiita momentarily, and at that
precise second Goten’s fist crashed into his face, snapping his head backward
and allowing Trunks to kick him away from them.
Vejiita growled, but even as he flew backward he
twisted his body and snagged Goten’s ankle, whipping the boy around and then
releasing him. He laughed as Kakarrot’s son crashed solidly into Trunks, using
the confusion caused by tangled limbs to hit them both with a ki blast that,
while not dangerous, was painful. The point was to get them to beg for
mercy, after all.
He also took the opportunity to power up to
SSJ2, knowing he would need at least that advantage to handle both of
them. Then he grinned as he realized he had a huge ace up his sleeve. Trunks
still didn’t know he had reached Super Saiya-jin level three.
Once the two boys had gotten untangled, Trunks,
also, increased to SSJ2. Goten lacked the ability to do so, having only ever
reached the basic Super Saiya-jin form.
The fight resumed again immediately and went on
for nearly an hour, at which point all three of them paused, gazing across the
open space between them and panting. All of them were streaked with sweat and
blood, singed clothing showing where ki blasts had connected.
As far as damage went, though, Trunks and Goten
were the worse for wear. Neither of them trained with the intensity Vejiita and
Goku did, and this kind of extended workout was unusual for both of them.
"I have to admit," Vejiita called,
leaning back in the air and folding his arms behind his head as he grinned,
"I didn’t think the two of you would last even this long! I’m
impressed!"
Trunks glared at him, breathing heavily and
spitting blood, then suddenly glanced at Goten. The other boy looked back at
him, and some unspoken agreement passed between them. Goten actually laughed
out loud, his eyes glittering dangerously.
Trunks grinned at Vejiita. "Don’t get too
cocky yet, Father!"
Suddenly the two drifted a little further apart,
then each spun into an odd little dance, the one the mirror image of the other.
Vejiita’s eyes widened and he lunged upright in the air at the same moment they
were sliding next to each other, arching over, and pressing their fists
together, each shouting, "Fusion!" at the same moment.
Vejiita snarled, cursing himself for not seeing
it coming as a blazing golden light forced him to squint and shield his eyes.
"Shimata!"
When the light faded, he looked up to see one
person hovering where the two had been, golden aura blazing brightly, dressed
in white gi pants and the black and orange fusion jacket.
"Ha!" Gotenks laughed, his voice an
eerie mixture of both Goten’s and Trunks’, "So you think you can defeat
me, Vejiita?! I’ll have you smeared across the ground before you can
blink!"
Gotenks suddenly threw his head back and
screamed, his aura flaring as his hair sprayed outward and he jumped to SSJ3.
Vejiita hissed under his breath. This could be a
slight problem. Gotenks was far more dangerous on his own then Trunks and Goten
were together. While neither of them could make it to SSJ3 on their own,
somehow the fusion they created was able to hit that level.
For a moment he glared while Gotenks smirked arrogantly.
Then he suddenly grinned, deciding it was time to play his own ace. He could
surprise the cocky little bastard yet.
"Hn," he purred, his hands curling
into fists and his body tensing as he gazed steadily at Gotenks, "We’ll
see."
His own head fell backward as his scream ripped
from his throat, his body tightening as he gathered his ki into himself, aura
raging wildly, then let it explode outward, feeling his hair grow heavy and
tumble down his back, his muscles expanding as his power level soared. For a
moment his eyes closed as he gloried in the energy racing through him, his lips
curled back from his teeth in a feral smile. Then he slowly lowered his head,
his hands falling back to his sides and his eyes narrowing as he looked at
Gotenks.
The fused Saiya-jin was gaping at him, his eyes
wide with disbelief as he stared in shock. "What!?" he cried finally,
sounding almost betrayed, "How long have you been level three?!"
Vejiita smirked, his tail snapping as he gloated
at his opponent. "For some time now."
His smile widened. Another thing he doubted
either Trunks or Goten knew was that, with the regeneration of his tail, his
power had again increased dramatically. When his tail had been lost more than
twenty years ago, it had cut his power tremendously, as well as depriving him
of the option to turn Ozaruu. Now that it had regrown, he was certainly a match
for Gotenks. In fact, it was extremely unlikely that the cocky Saiya-jin would
manage to defeat him.
He laughed lowly, holding out his hand and gesturing
for Gotenks to come and get him.
With a roar of rage, his opponent complied, his
aura blazing around him as he rushed across the gap. Vejiita stood his ground,
and the explosion when the two met rocketed through the air for miles. Their
movements blurred beyond the range of normal vision as Gotenks attacked Vejiita
wildly, Vejiita deciding he was content to remain on the defensive for the
moment. Suddenly, though, Gotenks blurred to one side and reached outward, a
dark smile on his lips. At the very last second possible Vejiita understood
what he was doing and, his heart lurching into his throat, he twisted around in
the air so Gotenks flew over him, his hand closing violently where Vejiita’s
tail had just been.
Exhaling a slightly unsteady breath at that
near-miss, Vejiita winced inwardly as he thought of the pain he had just
avoided. Then he righted himself and glared at Gotenks, who laughed back at him
in that odd, dual voice that all fused Saiya-jins had. He ground his teeth
together, snarling at both Gotenks and himself. He was thinking of Gotenks as
Trunks and Goten simply squeezed into one body, with their personalities and
misgivings. But he was a totally separate person and far less scrupulous
than either his son or Son Goten, neither of which would have thought to pull
his tail. Vejiita smiled tightly. He himself was the only person he knew
of who would have tried such a thing, and even he probably wouldn’t have done
it to his own son, knowing the intensity of the pain it caused first hand.
Gotenks laughed again. "What’s the matter,
Vejiita?" he sneered, "You look a little shaken up!"
Vejiita drifted slightly sideways in the air,
narrowing his eyes as he looked at the other Saiya-jin. Then he wrapped his
tail around his waist and grinned. "Enough of this."
His teeth clenched as he powered up until his
aura was raging around him, then flew straight at Gotenks. The fused Saiya-jin
dodged his first strike, and then proceeded to block most of the rest of them,
their fists nearly invisible as Vejiita pushed him backward through the air,
refusing to give him the slightest break. Gotenks’ arrogant smirk had soon
faded to a look of intense concentration as he struggled to keep track of
Vejiita’s movements. After several minutes, though, Vejiita’s onslaught broke
through his defenses, one fist slamming into Gotenks’ ribs with bone-crunching
force, the other connecting with his face half a moment later.
Gotenks spiraled backward, but, rather than
allow him a moment to recover himself, Vejiita pulled his ki into blazing
attack that sprayed across the other Saiya-jin’s body, causing him to scream in
pain and anger, then dove after him, striking him repeatedly, checking the
blows just enough to keep from breaking bones or causing internal damage.
Screaming in rage, Gotenks managed to slam his
knee deep into Vejiita’s stomach. The prince grunted in pain, but refused to
allow it to distract him, and, after knocking Gotenks slightly below him, laced
his fingers together and brought his hands down on the back of the Saiya-jin’s
neck, sending him racing downward to smash face-first into the ground.
Again, he followed his opponent down, and
immediately crouched over him, one knee planted against the small of his back,
holding him down. Gotenks had lost his SSJ3 form, his hair fading to black
spikes streaked with lavender on either side. He growled, trying to squirm out
from under Vejiita’s knee and free himself, but Vejiita refused to budge until
he heard a certain word.
"Get off me!" Gotenks shouted, trying
to claw his way from beneath Vejiita’s weight.
The Saiya-jin prince laughed. "As soon as
you say, ‘uncle’, as we agreed."
An angry growl slid through Gotenks’ clenched
teeth as a shiver of rage passed through his body, but he said nothing,
continuing to fight Vejiita’s hold. He had no chance, though, as Vejiita was
still in his level three Super Saiya-jin form, while Gotenks had lost hold of
his and reverted to his normal appearance.
"Say it," Vejiita smirked, "Or
we’ll be here all day."
"Screw you," Gotenks hissed, twisting
his head to the side to glare up at Vejiita out of the corner of his eye.
"Ah!" Vejiita warned, lightly cuffing
Gotenks’ head. If he hadn’t been aware that his son and Goten would take the
damage he did to Gotenks’ body, he would have slammed him into next week.
Suddenly a golden light suffused the body
beneath his knee and it seemed like a crack appeared running down Gotenks’
middle. Grinning, Vejiita lifted his weight for a moment as Trunks and Goten
split apart, half an hour having passed and the fusion dissolving. As soon as
they appeared he caught each of them by the back of the neck and held them down
with their cheeks pressed against the grass, crouched between them.
"Dammit," Trunks puffed under his
breath, trying to toss his hair out of his eyes in order to look up at his
father. Goten grimaced, obviously feeling the new aches and pains in his body.
Vejiita raised his eyebrows as he looked down at
them. "Do you have something to say?"
"Uncle!" Goten said immediately,
looking more than a little intimidated by Vejiita. The boy didn’t know him
well, and the little he did know probably wasn’t very reassuring. Taking pity
on him, Vejiita released him without any jibes or mockery, allowing Kakarrot’s
son to sit up rather unsteadily. His son, however, was a different matter.
Trunks was determinedly clenching his teeth,
glaring up at his father and refusing to speak. Vejiita saw himself in the boy,
in the bright pride shining in his eyes that refused to admit defeat. Still, he
tightened his grip on his son’s neck to the point that it was uncomfortable
without being truly painful.
"Come now, boy," he pressured,
"You’re the one who set the terms."
Trunks eyes slid from one side to the other,
obviously searching for a way out of his predicament. Goten could no longer be
of any help, and there was nothing he could use anywhere near him. There was
quite obviously no escape.
"Just say it, Trunks," Goten said,
rubbing a hand through his hair and frowning as if his head was paining him.
Vejiita gazed down at the boy as the one blue
eye he could see glared stubbornly back up at him. Suddenly feeling the effort
of holding onto the extremely tiring SSJ3 form, he dropped to first level Super
Saiya-jin, still holding Trunks down as he looked at him. They were so alike,
he and his son, but so different at the same time. Vejiita felt pride tighten
his throat. The boy had all of his few virtues and none of his faults. He
smiled faintly. Except maybe a bit of his temper. The smile faded as he
continued to meet Trunks’ gaze, and he realized just how much he loved his son.
The look in Trunks eyes had changed, becoming
curious, faintly questioning as he obviously sensed some difference in his
father. Even Goten was silent, realizing some kind of silent communication was
passing between them. Vejiita’s hand gentled against Trunks’ neck, though he
didn’t release him. He spoke softly.
"Trunks, I’ve learned the hard way that
there is no shame in knowing when you are beaten."
Trunks eyes softened and Vejiita felt him relax.
"Uncle."
Vejiita smiled slightly, the gold of his hair
bleeding into black as he lifted his hand and rose to his feet. Offering Trunks
his hand, he pulled his son up beside him.
He grinned, rolling his head back on his
shoulders to loosen his neck. "Hn, you two surprised me when you fused. I
wasn’t thinking about that."
"Yeah, well," Trunks snorted, brushing
grass off his pants and out of his hair, "I think your surprise was the
better one. You never told me you’d reached level three!"
Vejiita laughed, peeling off his blood-spattered
gloves as the trio began drifting toward the house. "I just never thought
to bring it up, I guess. There hasn’t really been an opportunity for me to use
it until now." He grinned. "Would you still have challenged me if I’d
told you?"
Trunks frowned thoughtfully, pushing the loose
strands of his hair back behind his ears. He smiled. "I think so," he
said finally, glancing at Vejiita, "But I would have been a lot less cocky
about it!"
Goten grimaced. "Yeah, well, if I’d
known there would’ve been no way you’d have gotten me into this fight!"
"Nah, you would have!" Trunks grinned,
punching his friend’s arm lightly, "You just would’ve complained a lot
more!"
Goten gave a long-suffering sigh, then grinned
back at him. "You’re probably right. You would have convinced me somehow.
You always seem to get me to go along with your stupidity, and I can’t figure
out why."
A slight smile pulled at Vejiita’s lips as he
listened to their banter, hanging back slightly to watch them. Suddenly Trunks
twisted around to look at him.
"You were great, though, Dad," he said
sincerely, "Really good."
Vejiita glanced to the side, feeling slightly
embarrassed by his son’s praise, then lifted a shoulder in feigned nonchalance.
They reached the door into Capsule Corporation and Goten darted inside to
gather his things while Vejiita and Trunks paused on the outside.
"I never realized how strong you are,"
Trunks continued, and Vejiita folded his arms across his chest, kicking at the
dirt beneath his booted feet. He didn’t know how to behave in the face of
compliments. "Really, when did you turn level three?"
Vejiita frowned, mentally counting the days
since... that day. He shrugged. "A little over a month ago."
Goten suddenly slid outside again, flashing
between them. "I gotta go, you guys! Bye! See you later, Trunks!"
"Bye, Goten!" Trunks called, and
Vejiita lifted his hand briefly in acknowledgment. Once Kakarrot’s son was gone,
Trunks turned back to him.
"Wow. What made it happen?"
Vejiita paused, his body tensing. He tried to
think of something to tell the boy without really revealing the details of what
had happened. "I... It just-" he fumbled, "Kakarrot and I were
sparring, and I... there were some problems..." he finished lamely.
Trunks looked at him silently for a moment, but
seemed to understand that it was a sensitive issue and thankfully did not push
it. He smiled. "Well, anyway, I was impressed." His smile broadened.
"So was Gotenks."
Vejiita laughed shortly. "Un, well,"
he confessed finally, "This helped." He indicated his tail with a
wave of his hand. "Did you know that a Saiya-jin’s power is cut
dramatically by the loss of his tail?"
"No," Trunks replied, his brow furrowing
with interest. "But that’s kind of interesting. You and Goku are both
level three now, but you have your tail. So what do you think?" He
grinned. "Would you be able to take Goku out?"
Vejiita tipped his head to the side, considering
the question. He and Kakarrot hadn’t had a serious sparring session for... a
while now. He shrugged, glancing at his son. "I don’t know. There’s a good
chance, I guess."
Trunks looked at him for a long moment,
something strange in his eyes. He glanced at the ground, then back up at him,
biting his lip. "Dad, you’ve changed a lot. You’re so powerful,
and..." He extended his hand, then hesitated. "I’m... I’m really
proud of you."
Vejiita stared at him, feeling his throat
tighten. Trunks was proud of him? It seemed too ridiculous to be true.
Why should his son be proud of him? What had he ever done to make his
son proud of him?
It seemed that Trunks could almost sense his
thoughts. As he opened his mouth, struggling for something to say, the boy
stepped toward him and tentatively, almost fearfully, he hugged him.
"I-I-" Vejiita gasped, his voice
slightly strangled as his son embraced him. He brought his hands up, then
hesitated just short of actually touching the boy for a moment. And he
remembered all the time he had sacrificed, all the hugs he had missed
for the sake of his pride. Trunks was already eighteen years old.
Pushing aside any last doubts, he closed his
eyes and wrapped Trunks in his arms. He realized that his son needed
this reassurance, that the boy was hugging him as much for his own sake as for
Vejiita’s. Trunks needed to know... that he cared for him. Gently, he stroked
the smooth lavender hair at the back of Trunks’ head, as though he were still a
young child in need of comfort. And in some ways, he was. Vejiita had never
given him this when he was a child.
Several moments later Trunks slowly pulled away
from him and Vejiita allowed his hands to fall to his sides. He glanced at his
son to see the boy blinking rapidly, the telling brightness in his eyes
betraying his tears. Trunks bit his lip and glanced at the ground, flushing
slightly. Vejiita hesitated a moment longer, slightly embarrassed himself, then
mumbled, "I have to go... take a shower."
Trunks nodded, shoving a hand through his bangs,
and Vejiita quietly stepped into the house, knowing the boy would follow when
he was ready. He moved up the stairs to his bedroom, pulling out a set of clean
clothing and heading toward the bathroom with a remarkable peace in his heart.
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