"Hmm… This battle is fierce." Dende said with shakiness.
"Is everyone okay?" Mr. Popo asked.
"Everyone but Vejita. He’s weak, but the others are there."
Mr. Popo stepped closer to the edge of the temple, peering down over the edge, "Is it over?"
"No. Goku’s still fighting, but he’s fighting with the power of rage and love. Surely, he’ll win." Dende answered with innocent skepticism.
Not too far below Kami’s temple, "Here, take these."
Yajirobe took the small bag from the catlike master, "Do I have to?" he whined.
"Yes! Now get down there!" Korrin exclaimed, using his wooden cane to jab at the pudgy coward.
Climbing into his small hover car, Yajirobe muttered a few choice words before taking off toward the destination Korrin had instructed him.
Goku screamed in a mad fury as he unleashed all of his attacks on the evil Saiyajin, using his maximum power: Super Saiyajin Three.
Burokkori was surprised that Kakarotto had any life left in him. His energy was wearing thin and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out against the furious tailless Saiyajin.
"Where’s Goku going?" Bulma asked some time after the two warriors had disappeared from sight.
"He’s continuing the battle at a safer distance." Piccolo mumbled to the annoying woman, laying Vejita out in a more comfortable position.
"Hey, he’s comin’ back!" Marron announced, pointing in the opposite direction.
"That’s not Dad… It’s a hover car." Goten said, lifting a hand to shade his vision from the rain.
"It’s," Bulma said as the craft got even closer, "It’s Yajirobe."
"Figures he’d show up once the battle’s moved further away." Krillin muttered under his breath as he repositioned himself to see the hover car landing.
"Hey, you better shut up! I brought Senzu." Yajirobe said, dangling the brown bag before the injured group.
"Don’t play games!" Chi-Chi yelled grabbing the bag away from the short, fat man.
Quickly, the beans were distributed and there was more than a little applauding. Krillin, Yamcha, and Tien all stood up together, flexing their muscles under their revived strength. Chiaotzu glowed happily, hovering beside his friend.
Piccolo was given one and stood easily, watching as Gohan stood as well, "Give one to Vejita."
"Uh…" Chi-Chi stood still, looking down at the battered body her husband had been cradling so gently only moments before.
"Here." Bulma muttered, jerking the less full bag from her friend, kneeling beside her love.
Goku could feel the fit of rage inside him. It was all too much. He’d let Vejita down. He’d let them all down. If he had too, he’d sacrifice himself to kill the monster before him. The blacks of Goku’s eyes grew smaller as veins built up in his muscles on his arms and legs. Clenching his teeth, Goku charged forward, giving Burokkori a fight he’d never forget.
"I’m out of here." Yajirobe said simply, crawling back into his blue hover car and taking off for where he’d come from.
Bulma pushed the bean through the slightly parted lips. She’d remembered not so long ago when those firm but soft lips had pressed against hers.
"Chew." She whispered, finding that she was adding a little too much love to that single word.
They all watched as Vejita’s eyes slowly opened, sitting up before them all.
"Kaka…" Vejita felt much better now, but he could feel Kakarotto’s energy fading, "Where’s Kakarotto?" he asked, looking around worriedly.
Bulma’s shoulders slumped in disappointment, "He’s still fighting."
"He’s losing." Vejita said, forgetting his mask and not caring.
"Vejita, wait… Dad wanted to move away from us to keep us safe. Shouldn’t we stay here?" Gohan said, waiting patiently for an answer.
The teen was soon disappointed because no answer came. He just watched as the older Saiyajin stretched out his senses. He was looking for his dad. It was obvious he had located the specific place when he rose into the air and blasted off.
"I think we should go too, brother."
Gohan looked down to see his little brother pulling at his gi pants. Smiling, Gohan nodded, leaping into the air along with a few of the others. The rest of them were busy hurrying into the aircrafts.
Vejita landed first. It was more than he could bear. Kakarotto was going all out against the enemy. He didn’t have any energy left whatsoever, yet he still fought. Vejita made his presence known by raising his ki a tad. It was acknowledged by a glance.
Piccolo landed last, standing at the back of the group of warriors. Soon he heard the sound of the aircrafts landing behind him. Sure enough waves of mothers and children, along with others, rushed over, mingling into the group.
"Give it up. You’re too weak." Burokkori said through heavy breaths.
Goku didn’t reply to the insult. He couldn’t say anything. He was damaged beyond belief. He knew for certain that he was bleeding internally in several different places. His ribs, right arm, and something near his neck were all broken. Large gashes along his body were bleeding steadily and his gi was in shreds, leaving him in only his pants. Glancing at the others now and then, Goku lost his concentration. He didn’t want them harmed, however, he was glad to see them all doing well, especially Vejita.
Snickering, Burokkori noticed the lack of concentration in the warrior. Glancing at their audience, the evil Saiyajin raised an arm to them, turning his palm to face them.
Krillin, Yamcha, and most of the others all watched in shock. They were about to die. They could see the bright blue, nearly white energy forming before the palm of the enemy’s hand. Eyes grew wide as the realization that it was over sank in.
"No!" Goku screamed as his rage took hold of him sending him into a swelling hatred of dark red energy.
They were all amazed to see that their close friend was transforming into something of a Super Saiyajin Four. His golden hair faded black and grew slightly in length. They could clearly see red fur on his arms and back, leaving his pale, compact chest bare. A long furry red tail extended, tearing through his pants. His once peaceful black eyes that had transformed into sea green rage were now a burning red as well.
"Go… Goku." Krillin whispered, not even thinking about the energy wave that was building, preparing to end his life.
Before Burokkori could destroy the weak onlookers he was distracted by a growing ki. He didn’t even it see it coming.
Goku slammed his fist into the enemy’s face, surely crushing half of his skull. Watching the now lifeless body slam into the ground, Goku sent an enormous energy wave down after him, destroying whatever was left of the evil Saiyajin, Burokkori. As soon as the dust cleared and it was obvious that there was no longer a threat, Goku fell from the sky, returning to his natural tailless state.
"Kakarotto!" Vejita exclaimed, waking himself from his mesmerized state.
He’d never seen such power. He’d thought that Super Saiyajin Three was the limit. Never in all his dreams had he imagined that there was a level beyond it. Now he was running towards the lifeless body. He could feel the others right behind him.
"Oh no! Goku!" Chi-Chi screamed as she realized that her husband might be dead.
She and the others surrounded the lifeless body, watching as the prince fell to his knees beside Goku. It was amazing. There was obviously a strong bond between the two pureblooded Saiyajin.
Vejita reached down and clutched the bloody body, holding onto him, not wanting to let him go. This can’t be happening. I… I want him.
"A Senzu bean! Give him a Senzu bean!" Bulma exclaimed, reaching a hand out to Vejita, a small pale green bean resting in her palm.
Vejita, a single, unforgettable, tear running down his cheek, carefully took the tiny bean from the blue-haired woman, "Kakarotto…" he whispered.
There was no movement. He was still. He was cold. He was dead. They all felt as if it were the end even though they had had the feeling a number of times before. Goku had always been sacrificing himself for others.
"Kakarotto," Vejita continued to whisper, "You can’t leave me like this."
Vejita let the limp body gently fall from his grasp, the others resuming his place. He watched as the raven-haired woman tilted the dead man’s head up. She was telling him something, but he couldn’t hear it.
Bulma was shocked. Vejita was kneeling, his head on the ground, and all she could think was how he’d never really wept before. Then, she was even more shocked.
Whispering, "Kaka… I can’t… Don’t leave. I… I want you."
Eyes were even wider than before. It was something they never thought they’d here from the tough prince.
Goku sucked in a deep breath, inhaling a thick metallic liquid. Blood. He coughed, choking. Vejita. Where was Vejita? He couldn’t open his eyes though, and there was so much pain. Then, he heard someone. Vejita? Something about want? He was sobbing. Then, he heard another voice. Chi-Chi? She was telling him to chew. A Senzu bean. Slowly, he chewed, then painfully swallowed.
"Otosan!" Goten exclaimed excitedly, jumping in the air and hugging Trunks.
Everyone’s worry faded as they watched their longtime friend slowly sit up, his wounds instantly healed. He didn’t seem to be acknowledging their existence though. His eyes remained on Vejita’s convulsing body. His sobs were muffled, but it was obvious he’d gone over the emotional edge.
"Ve… Vejita." Goku whispered, reaching out and lifting Vejita’s head by the chin, looking the prince in the eyes.
"Kaka…"
"Shhh…" Goku whispered simply, pulling the smaller man into his arms, comforting him with soothing caresses along his back.
Mouths hung open in utter confusion. What the Hell was going on? The only ones that didn’t seem bothered by the current situation were Number Eighteen, Marron, Ox King, Trunks, Goten, and Piccolo. They stared happily, either not caring or in complete innocence. Meijin Roshi, Oolong, Puar, Bulma, Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, and most of all Chi-Chi were all more than a little confused. Vejita… Goku… Neither were the hugging type. How could this be happening? It was the question on all their minds.
Krillin smiled, trying to hide the fact that he was completely weirded out, "I guess we’ll see you guys later." He said before blasting off into the sky along with his wife, who was holding his daughter.
Tien and Chiaotzu had already gone their way, heading towards the mountains of their heritage. Piccolo had also left, heading up into the sky towards Kami’s temple. A confused Bulma was leaving in one of the aircrafts along with her son, Trunks, Yamcha, and Puar. Meijin Roshi and Oolong were tagging along with Bulma, hoping to get a ride home. They left the remaining aircraft for Ox King, Chi-Chi, and her sons.
Goten waved as the last of their friends disappeared from sight, "It’s over." He sighed.
"Far from it," Gohan thought silently, "It’s only beginning."
Vejita stood at a distance, keeping his face hidden from view. It was too much. They had all seen enough of his softer side.
"Goku, let’s go home." Chi-Chi said quietly, motioning to the aircraft.
"I’m sorry, Chi-Chi. I can’t come home just yet, but I’ll be there later." Goku quietly explained, not really explaining much at all.
Chi-Chi simply nodded, holding back the tears. It was okay. She had to understand. She had to be understanding. Goku just needed to work it out. After he did, he’d come tell her. She knew he would. She just had to give him a little time. That’s all.
"Come on." She said, watching as her father and her sons headed quietly toward the aircraft.
Goku watched as it lifted off the ground, slowly rising to an appropriate height before take off. Then, he turned to Vejita.
"Don’t look at me like that." Vejita scoffed, glaring at the younger Saiyajin that stood before him.
"We have to get this figured out."
"Get what figured out?" Vejita knew he was being rude, but he was slightly on edge for having been so emotionally raw before a group of beings he didn’t particularly care for.
Goku stepped forward, "When I saw you hurt… I was really mad. You’re all I ever really wanted."
Vejita was a little amazed that he was finally stepping forward, admitting his feelings, "What about your family?"
"They’ll have to understand. I’m yours…" Goku paused, glancing to the ground as a hint of red crossed his cheeks, "I’m yours… If you want me."
The prince found his arrogance again and smirked, "I see. So, it’s my decision?"
Goku didn’t have a chance to respond. Before he could even look up the older man was against him, pressing his lips to his own. As the passion between them built, so did the passion of the kiss.
When Vejita finally pulled back, he was glad to see that he’d left the mighty warrior out of breath, "Nn… Kakarotto, of course I want you."
Goku shivered at the deep, throaty voice and the hot breath against his left ear. He’d felt so confident moments ago. What happened? Suddenly, he realized his need building up in his pants. Then, there was a hand. A sensual touch on his chest, moving slowly down. Too slowly.
"Ve…" Goku was surprised at his own needy voice, almost a moan.
Vejita let yet another smirk cross his delicious lips as he gently grasped the younger Saiyajin’s rather large and rather hard erection, "Not here. Not now. Not yet."
Goku simply nodded, letting his eyes fall shut as he rested his forehead on his prince’s shoulder, "Let’s go."
"Where?" Vejita asked, letting his arrogance and dominance glow along with his pride.
Whispering, Goku let a gasp escape before saying, "It doesn’t matter."
