The
Birth of an Empire
Chapter
6
Vegeta
lay stretched out on his bed, thinking about Goku. He had changed so much, so quickly;
it was hard to get a firm hold of. One day he was the goofy, carefree Goku, who
couldn't even stand up to his hellcat of a wife, the next…he shows up at the
door dressed like a prostitute and willing to act like one.
A deep purr began to rumble in his chest as he remembered that night in the
club. The strange new Kakarrot had been more than happy to serve his prince.
"Deep thoughts, my ouji?" a voice spoke from the doorway.
The saiya-jin prince smirked. "What is it Kakarrot?"
"I come bearing gifts." Goku replied.
"Oh?" Vegeta glanced up at his lover, arching a brow.
The larger saiya-jin sat down on the edge of the bed and placed a small orange
lump on his Prince's belly.
The smaller man stared at the tiny ginger kitten sitting on his stomach, a
large bow tied to his collar. It stared at him with large green eyes.
"Mew."
Vegeta stared back at the fuzzy kitty, his other brow rising to meet its
counterpart. "Kakarrot, what…?"
"He's for you. A token of my affection and devotion for you, my
prince." Goku answered smirking. "I trust that if you have…need for
me, you'll come and get me. See ya."
"Kakarrot!" the shorter saiya-jin called, but his companion had already
left, leaving him with the orange bundle of fur.
The kitten walked up to his face and licked his chin. A small smile flickered
at the corners of the ouji's mouth. "Well, Carrot," he said, "I
think we should get you some things…"
Picking the ginger cat up, Vegeta walked out of his room, both of them purring.
Drying himself off after his shower, Goku strolled down the hallway into his
room, throwing the towel onto the bed as he dug around for some gi pants.
Finding an old black pair, he pulled them on and followed the scent of food
into the kitchen.
Pausing in the doorway, he watched as Chichi bustled around the kitchen,
preparing dinner as best she could in the small space. Looking away, Goku made
his way to the living room and found Goten watching some music on TV.
"Hey, Goten. Whatcha watching?" He asked, sitting next to his son.
"Some music. Nicki showed me some the other day in class, this is one of
them…" Goten rocked and hummed along to the music.
Goku focused on the TV, watching in silence as the video ran its course,
finally ending and causing his son to sigh.
"We'll have to get you a CD player sometime Goten, then you can get the CD
for it if you like it that much…"
Goten perked up.
"Really, dad?"
"Really, we'll just have to find a way to convince your mother as
well…"
The family moment was broken as Chichi's voice rang through from the kitchen,
announcing dinner to be ready. Both Son men leapt to their feet, instantly
seating themselves down at the cramped little table before tucking into the
meal laid out before them.
The meal continued similar to the one the night before, Goku and Chichi
ignoring each other for the most part, both asking questions of Goten instead
to cover up the silence.
Eventually, the meal finished and while Chichi washed the pots, Goku picked
Goten up and carried him to the bathroom, depositing him in front of the sink
while he went to his room. Picking up his sons pyjamas, he got them ready as he
waited for Goten to brush his teeth.
Minutes later, the youngest Son appeared, grinning so his father could see his
clean teeth.
"Right, Goten. Into your pajamas…" Handing his son the clothes, Goku
got the bed ready while Goten changed.
Leaping into bed, Goten snuggled himself down into the covers, before promptly
sitting up again and holding his arms out. Smiling, Goku leant down and hugged
the younger boy.
"Night, daddy!"
"Night, Goten!" Ruffling his son's hair, he left the room, closing
the door partway and made his way downstairs.
Chichi sat on the couch, flicking through a book, having switched the TV off.
Goku sat himself on the couch, switching the TV on, prepared to stare at
something while he pondered Vegeta.
"Goku, you realize you're on the couch again tonight?" Chichi
mentioned in a calm voice, not lifting her face form the book.
"Yes, I gathered," Goku replied, looking at the couch in distaste for
a moment.
Both parents sat in silence for the rest of the night, Goku watching something
on TV as he thought over his night with Vegeta. Sighing, he mentally grumbled
to himself about the Saiya-jin prince having not claimed him.
Absently running a hand over his neck, he began running over the events of the
night in the club, soon stopping when he felt himself becoming quickly
frustrated. Eventually, Chichi left him to himself, disappearing up into their
room and locking the door behind her.
Muttering to himself, Goku stared at the TV for a while longer before deciding
on a better place to sleep. Sneaking along the landing, he peeked in Goten's
room.
Walking over to the bed, he gently nudged his son with his hand.
"Goten?"
"Dad…?" Goten blinked sleepily.
"Can I sleep in here with you tonight? Mummy wants our bedroom to herself
tonight…"
"Sure…" Goten shuffled over, not quite opening his eyes fully, and waiting
until Goku had climbed in, before wrapping one arm around his dad's neck and
resuming sucking on his thumb.
Goku remained awake for a little longer, sense of frustration leaving him as
his son's scent filled his nose. Finally drifting asleep, he wrapped his tail
around his son and snuggled up against him, both Son's curled up in the small
bed.
The next morning, Bulma rushed back to her laboratory, coffee cup in one hand
and a packet of cookies in the other. A few hours before, she had made a breakthrough
on a new model of the capsule car.
Suddenly she stepped on something, which emitted a loud yowl. Stumbling in
surprise, she dropped her snack, coffee splattering her pants and shoes.
Glancing down she was startled to see a hissing ginger kitten dart away from
her feet.
Following the flight of the small cat, she watched as it hid behind a pair of
familiar spandex covered legs. Bending over to retrieve his kitten, Vegeta
glared at Bulma.
"What the hell are you trying to do, woman?!" the prince snarled.
"Kill my cat?!"
Stunned, the blue-haired woman just gaped at him.
Grumbling, Vegeta turned and stalked off, muttering. "Come Carrot, I won't
let the stupid bitch woman hurt my little kitty again..."
Blinking, one thought repeated it self in Bulma's mind. 'What the hell...?'
Goten stared at the brick in front of him. At some point, he'd stopped /seeing/
the brick, looking right through it. Or, well, that's what it looked like in
the outside world. In the boy's personal inside world, however, things looked a
mite bit different.
Kind of like his dad. What'd happened? Even though he was only eight years old,
and a real Son, he couldn't help but notice the fact that his father was acting
very out-of-character. That outfit of his... The way he moved, the way he
talked, it was just... wrong. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was
wrong, though.
He was snapped out of his reverie quite rudely by a passing shoe. He moved just
quick enough to dodge it, and refocused.
Nicki sat on the wall he'd been staring at, both her feet swinging from side to
side in either impatience or habit. Next to her, standing on the tiny little
brick elevation was Len, wielding Troy's other shoe in her right hand. She was
grinning quite maniacally at the brown-haired boy, who was jumping up and down
in an attempt to reach at least one of his shoes.
"Give it!" he commanded, or at least tried to; it came out as a
high-pitched whine. Not for the first, or the last time in his life, Troy
vaguely wondered why he'd ended up being the girlie one in his group of
friends. /Especially/ since there were two actual girls involved in said group.
The brown-haired girl was having none of it. She tossed the gym shoe up into
the air, then caught it again. "No way, wimpy! Not until you take it
back!" She smirked in a smug way, which vaguely reminded Goten of Vegeta.
He shook it off.
"I can't take back something that's true! You really are a midget!"
the taller boy staunchly defended, waving a sock in Len's general direction.
This somewhat detracted of the general effect he was trying to get, but he
decided to ignore such things. Instead, he just glared back a bit harder.
Then he got hit in the face by the other gym shoe, right between the eyes. He
fell backwards, hitting the ground with a 'thump', out cold. Len hopped off of
the wall, and gave him a quick nudge in the ribs with her foot.
"Sissy."
Goten felt the corners of his mouth tug upwards involuntarily. It'd been less
than a day, but all of this was already familiar to him. That was good. It
meant he'd gotten something else to hold on to besides his father.
Which was really what he needed now, with his dad being all weird and all.
Goku stared out of the window, massaging his temples, tail thrashing behind him
as his wife ran through her 'latest annoyance' list.
"You came home dressed like a whore the other night, you're being totally
uncooperative, you STILL haven't found a job…"
Baring his teeth at his reflection, the Saiya-jin rubbed the muscle where his
shoulder and neck joined. Tuning out the screeching, he tried to will a claim
mark into existence, wishing for the thousandth time that morning that Vegeta
had claimed him during their night together.
"Goku! Are you even listening to me?!"
"Yes woman, you're coming across loud and clear," he growled, turning
to face her.
Chichi paused for a moment. More often than not these last few days, the size
difference between herself and her husband became alarmingly apparent. She
still trusted him not to hurt her, even with the sudden change in his behavior.
However, she still hated being reminded how much stronger than her he actually
was.
Goku waited for a reply, scowling at the dark haired woman.
Chichi took a deep breath to compose herself, and then continued.
"Look Goku. I don't know what started this. You've been hit over the head
harder than that before, so it can't have just been me. All I'm asking is that
you calm down and find a job like any other man. Everyone else does it, I don't
see why you can't. You can do something worthwhile with your time now, there's
plenty of job opportunities…"
Goku stared. "Worthwhile?! Saving the world isn't worthwhile, oh yeah. IF
I HADN'T BEEN OUT THERE FIGHTING, THIS WORLDAND EVERY PERSON ON IT WOULD HAVE
BEEN HISTORY WHEN RADITZ ARRIVED!"
Chichi's eyes widened. She had seen Goku upset or angry before, but he'd never
shouted like that. Stubbornness kicking in, she switched to the usual defense.
"IS IT SO MUCH FOR YOU TO WORK A JOB AND SAVE THE WORLD ONLY WHEN IT NEEDS
IT?!"
"NO! YOU WANNA KNOW WHY? LOOK AT GOHAN! HE COULD HAVE BEEN STRONGER THAN
ME, YET WITHOUT THAT OLD KAIOSHIN'S HELP, HE WAS NEXT TO USELESS TO US! THAT'S
WHY!"
Both people went silent, glaring at each other, muscles tensed up as they
stared each other down.
With a "Ksh!" sound, Goku lifted two fingers to his forehead and
disappeared.
The hunter stalked it prey, slinking slowly across the ground getting
closer...closer...Then pounced! Vegeta began to laugh as the kitten latched on
to his hand, attempting to bite off his thumb. He shook the cat off lightly
onto the bed, then watched as it attacked again.
The prince had noticed some interesting things about Carrot throughout the day.
The ginger kitten ate an enormous amount of food for a creature its size and
seemed to enjoy fighting. It had already attacked the woman's father, his cat,
Trunks and molested Bulma's ankles, twice.
Suddenly, Carrot darted under the bed as a large figure appeared in the middle
of the room.
It was Goku. And he looked pissed, his ki fluctuating wildly.
"Kakarrot?" Vegeta spoke, questioningly.
"I hate them!" the taller man shouted. "I hate them all!
Ungrateful bastards! And I especially hate HER!"
Goku panted heavily, angry thoughts streaming through his head. He began to
pace. "Kami-dammit, why can't she get off my back?! Doesn't she realize
that if I hadn't spent my time saving this pathetic excuse for a planet time
and time again, there wouldn't BE any jobs for me to get?"
He stopped his pacing at the window, laying a fisted hand against the glass.
"Though even if she DID realize it probably wouldn't make a difference,
she'd still treat me like an child. She acts like I can't think for my self,
hell, they ALL act like I'm an idiot! I'm not stupid! Yeah, sure, I know I'm
not as smart as your average Joe, but what do they expect?! I lived alone and
isolated for the time most children would be learning how to spell and do math!
Dammit, I suffered head trauma that would have killed a human child, as a
baby!"
The muscles in his body tensed, and a slight crack resonated from beneath the
saiya-jin warrior's fist. "I've died three kami-damned times for this
planet, and what thanks do I get?! My 'wife' yells at me, my 'friends' think
I'm an idiot and no one else even knows I exist! And they still expect me to
risk my life every time some creature comes to destroy the world!"
"Well I've had it! Next time someone comes to take over the world, they
can just fight it themselves, 'cause I. Do not. Give a damn!" Goku's ki
gave one last flare, and a web of cracks laced through the glass around his
fist. He let his hand drop, taking deep breaths.
"Kakarrot..."
Goku turned to look at Vegeta, who was now beside him. "What?"
The prince smirked and said "Shut-up," then pulled the taller man
down into a fiery kiss.
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