"Mom, you okay?" Gohan asked, helping his mother dry the dishes, it had only been a few days since his father had come and picked up his stuff.
"Fine."
"Please, I just wish you’d talk to me." Gohan said quietly, placing a large dish into the cabinet.
Chi-Chi sighed, "I just miss him. Things weren’t great between us, but," she paused, a blush spreading over her cheeks, "I miss his warmth."
Gohan blushed as well, "What do you think is going on?"
"I think he’s moved in with that Vejita. They seem to have grown very close." Chi-Chi said, reminding herself of the friendship she’d witnessed.
"Yeah." Gohan agreed, glancing out the window to see his younger brother and Trunks sparring fiercely.
"Piccolo-san?"
"Huh?" Chi-Chi asked a little more than confused.
"Feels like Piccolo-san is coming here." Gohan said, placing three matching glasses in another cabinet.
Chi-Chi smiled at her polite son, "Go on outside. I’ll finish this up."
Gohan grinned trotting outside just in time to see Goten and Trunks greeting the Namek.
"Hiya, Piccolo!" Goten and Trunks chimed simultaneously.
"Piccolo!" Gohan called, approaching his long time friend.
"Gohan, is your father around?" Piccolo watched as the teen’s happy express changed to one of confusion.
"Nah, I think he’s living with Vejita."
"Otosan!" Goten exclaimed in his childish voice.
"Son…" Piccolo said, turning to see Goku hugging his youngest son.
Piccolo could see Vejita standing at a distance, watching with his usual scowl.
"Hey, Dad, you’re back sooner than I thought." Gohan said, his smile returning.
"Hey, I wouldn’t just leave ya high and dry," Goku said, patting his oldest son on the back, then turning to the Namek, "Hiya, Piccolo. Why are you here?"
"Thought I’d find you and maybe get a good spar in." the green man scoffed, crossing his arms.
Vejita watched at a distance. Kakarotto was laughing and talking with his brats. It had been strange to Vejita. He’d never had the need to be with his family. Kakarotto was his family, but the younger man was different. He needed his brats and friends. Of course, Vejita decided, not as much as he needed him. How much time had passed? Vejita looked up again to see that Kakarotto’s two brats along with his own were watching in awe as the Namek and Kakarotto sparred. Kakarotto? Vejita felt jealousy welling up in the pit of his stomach. He’d never approved of this. In one quick motion, Vejita was beside the three adolescents, watching in complete disapproval.
Goku continued his little match. Piccolo had gotten much better. Nothing compared to himself and his prince of course. The thought quickly reminded him… Vejita. Goku looked down at his small audience. Vejita.
At being noticed, Vejita spoke, "Kakarotto… Enough. Let’s go."
Piccolo immediately stopped when Goku suddenly dropped down to the earth, a gentle tap of his boots as he landed. He could see that the three boys were surprised as well. Now they all expected one of the usual all out sparring matches usually held between Goku and Vejita. They were surprised even further when something totally opposite happened.
"Hai. Gomen, Vejita." Goku said quietly with a light smile on his face.
Piccolo imagined that it was the romance Dende had predicted. It was strange though. It wasn’t like the nonsense relationships the Ningen had or like the ones between Chi-Chi and Goku, Bulma and Vejita, or Videl and Gohan. It was just strange.
Everyone stood quiet, watching as Vejita and Goku shared a quick moment.
Then, Goku turned to them all, "Well, I guess I’ll see you guys later. I went by Krillin’s. Looks like Bulma’s planning on havin’ another reunion thing since… Since the last one was kinda ruined." He said through a chuckle as he lifted a hand to the back of his head.
"Yeah. Sure, Dad." Gohan said, watching as the two pureblooded Saiyajin rose into the air, blasting off into the evening sky.
Moments later Trunks and Goten were trotting off into the forest, most likely to pester some poor beast.
"Piccolo-san, do you know what’s going on?" Gohan asked, the confusion returning to his features.
"I thought I did."
Gohan waited for the much taller man to continue.
Piccolo sighed, "A while back Vejita arrived to train in the chamber of spirit and time. Dende had to read his intentions before allowing it and discovered something strange. He spoke to me about it, and it seems Vejita… Vejita loves your father."
Gohan’s eyes grew wide, and his mind ran wild. It was insane. Vejita loved someone? Wow. It was amazing. He knew something was up, but he didn’t realize that it was this permanent. It was obvious that his father felt the same way. His thoughts were interrupted by his mother’s voice.
"Gohan, you need to get Goten. I don’t want him out so late. It’s time for bed. Tomorrow is school." Chi-Chi called from the door, returning back inside to finish up the last of the days cleaning.
"But… That didn’t seem like love." Gohan said, quieting his voice, realizing that this was going to be quite painful for his dear mother.
"I know. It seems Goku’s being controlled. Either way, I think we should stay out of it. It’s none of our business."
Gohan nodded, "Are you going to that reunion thing?"
"Most likely. Better find Goten." Piccolo said with a quick smirk that was meant to be a smile, floating up into the sky before blasting off for Kami’s temple.
Gohan grinned, pushing all the craziness of life from his mind. He glanced at the tall trees of the forest that stood near his home. He could feel his brother’s ki not too far away. Maybe he’d give them a scare. Gohan’s grin spread even further as he crept to the forest, suppressing his ki. Wicked thoughts about jumping out and grabbing the two boys, scaring them half to death, ran through his mind as he came up to a tiny clearing, where the two boys sat, talking.
"Papa smells like your dad." Trunks said with a grin.
Gohan stopped dead in his tracks. What were they talking about?
"Uh-huh. And my dad smells like your dad. That’s weird, huh?" Goten said, leaning back against a small tree, causing it to bend lightly.
Gohan swallowed hard. He hadn’t even noticed the scent. The two kids were much more Saiyajin than himself. He was somewhat saddened and jealous by the thought. His mind quickly circled in its thoughts, returning to the boys’ conversation.
"Yeah. They’d have to be smooching and touching!" Trunks exclaimed a little too loud, causing both boys to break out in laughter.
Gohan was immediately grossed out. Two guys kissing? Ugh. It had to be true though, if they loved one another. Then again, it wasn’t positive that they did loved one another.
Gohan snapped himself out of it and dove out of the brush, grabbing the two boys and slinging them over his shoulders. They screamed and burst out in tear wrenching laughter.
"Go… Gohan, put us down!" Goten exclaimed through laughter that had dwindled slightly.
Gohan, grinning like a fool, set the two boys down, watching as they fell to the ground in exhaustion, "Trunks, you better head home."
Trunks nodded, rising to his feet, "See ya later, Goten."
Goten grinned, rising to his feet as well, watching as his best friend blasted off.
"Come on. Mom wants us to get to bed." Gohan said, walking with his little brother toward their small, simple house.
"Okay." Goten said happily, innocently.
"Nn… Ve…"
Vejita smiled, pulling Kakarotto closer, letting his hands explore the other man’s orange clad body, "Yes?" He loved the sound of the younger man’s voice, begging and pleading, whispering his name with such passion.
Goku gently pulled the man above him closer, causing them to look one another eye to eye, "Kiss me…"
Vejita smiled, leaning down and kissing Kakarotto on the cheek. The scent and taste of the sweat sheen caused him to lick across the younger man’s face.
Vejita paused at the sound of a strained whimper, "Yes?"
"Please… Kiss me…" Goku whimpered, letting his hands run over Vejita’s clothed compact body, letting his hands rest on the smaller warrior’s hips.
The prince smiled at the sound of the stronger man begging and pleading for his touch. It was pure bliss. He gasped lightly as his hips were ground against the other man’s, their erections rubbing together, causing warm friction. He let his tongue extend again, licking Kakarotto’s soft, tender lips.
Goku couldn’t wait, he extended his own tongue, running it over Vejita’s. He moaned lightly, teasing Vejita into a deeper kiss.
The prince obliged, plunging his tongue deep within the warrior’s mouth. After what felt like hours, he pulled back, more than pleased to see the younger man gasping for air. He realized that their hips were still grinding together, and slowly rolled to the side, propping himself up on one elbow, facing Kakarotto.
Goku waited until his breathing calmed before turning and facing his prince, "I want you so bad."
Vejita smirked, "You’ll have to wait. It’s not long now. Only a few more days and the moon will be full."
Goku nodded, scooting close until he was nuzzled comfortably against his prince, resting his face in the crook of Vejita’s neck.
"Kakarotto, why do you want me dominant?"
"I… I just want to be taken care of."
Vejita wrapped his arms around Kakarotto, resting his arms on the broad back, caressing gently, "I still don’t get it."
"‘Member when I was talking to you in the forest? When I said I didn’t know my purpose?"
Vejita nodded.
"I don’t want to be tha strongest. I don’t want to protect tha Earth. I’m tired of keeping everyone else safe. I want you to be my purpose."
Vejita could feel the large man trembling somewhat at having revealed a truth he’d only recently become aware of. Gently, he ran a hand along the younger man’s cheek, kissing his forehead in comfort.
"Shhh… Calm down. I’ll take care of you." Vejita whispered in a husky voice.
Before long the two men were asleep.
Krillin sighed, walking in an unbalanced manner to the phone. Bulma had once again contacted him to get in touch with everyone. He’d put it off yesterday, the day she’d called. So, now he was considering his responsibility to get a hold of everyone. He yawned, glancing from the phone to the refrigerator. It was just so early. Finally, he made his decision and grabbed the pale yellow phone from its cradle.
