Hellooo everyone!
This will be the sequel to 'Only eyes for you', wich i just marked as finished. Simply because ... it was meant to be finished and I just missed to mark it as done ^^"
Anyway! I hope you guys will like it
Buut be warned. Sadly I couldn't help myself . This will be rated M for a reason.
Kids, stay away xD
DBZ and it's characters do not belong to me. I just burrow them
Have a nice day, everyone!
The Kings POV
When I can not sleep I wander through the dark halls of my home. Without any real destination. It helps me clearing my mind to listen to my own footsteps and the steady rhythm of my breath.
It still feels surreal.
Even after my wife and son reassured me they truly need me. Love me.
It does not change the fact I made my peace with death. Accepted that my body would be taken away and my soul cleansed in hell to be reincarnated. Reborn as a new being with a pure heart.
I said farewell to my wife and my son.
And still got revived against all odds.
Now I promised to change.
For them.
Taking a deep breath I let out a sigh.
But I don't know how.
How can I ... transform myself into a better husband and father? Into someone worth his second chance? Someone ... good?
Into something I am not?
Gazing at pictures hanging on the wall I cross my arms in deep thought as a shadow approaches me and a gentle voice disturbs the silence.
"Can't sleep, my boy?"
It's the old man. Bulmas father. Scuffling towards me with a small lantern in his grasp he's holding like a weapon.
The light of it's flame causes shadows to dance around us like living beings.
He seems to smile as he approaches me. Just like every time we met in the last decade. But today his smile does not reach his eyes. It's fake.
Somethings ... off.
"Just getting a bit water.", I lie and avert my gaze. Although I respect this human genius, right now I'd rather be alone. I can not stand the look on his face as he silently judges me.
"Me neither.", he replies and puts a hand on my arm. His grip is tight. I can feel ... anger boiling inside him.
"What is haunting you, my boy? The caos and mayhem you caused at the tournament?"
His words hit me like a kick into my guts. A blast fired at me point-blank. I don't know how to respond.
"Didn't think I'd know about it, right? Don't you know that every tournament is streamed live on TV? My wife and I saw everything from start to finish. And I have to say, I am ... dissapointed."
"Listen, I ..."
"Bulma called only minutes after you destroyed the stadium. She tried reassuring us you were under some evil spell. That's why you looked different. Why you acted like that. But is this really the truth? Were your words honest or simply a farce? Because to me it seemed as if you enjoyed killing all those people."
This man is just like Bulma. They have the ability to read me like an open book. See through lies and ... understand. You can't fool them. Can't hide secrets.
At least ... I can't.
"I ... can't explain what was exactly happening to me at that time. I could try but It would take forever. But yes. In this very moment ... I killed them on my own. Without the influence of someone else. Because of my own ... selfish reasons."
It is the truth and I feel pathetic speaking it. My stomach is churning, my hands form into tight fists at my sides. Sweat forms on my skin.
I'm disgusted of myself.
"I see. This is sad to hear. I hoped I was wrong and misjudged the situation. But nonetheless I am glad you're honest."
"I am sorry.", I admid honestly and ask myself If he'll demand for me to leave his property. It is his house after all. If he does not welcome me anymore ...
then so be it.
"You caused us great pain. My daughter especcially. First you transformed into this ... into something she feared and then ... you died. Without any warning. When Bulma called after your death at the hands of this monster ... she cried. She cried so loud, so heartbreaking because she lost you. She must've been the picture of misery."
My heart stops. Guilt takes a hold on my throat. God ... I've hurt her so much ...
"Her heart broke because you left her. And that after you almost hit her with your own attack. She might've forgiven you. But don't think I can ever forget how close you were to killing my daughter, Vegeta."
For the very first time I see ... tears in the eyes of this man. This gentle soul that never stops smiling is now looking at me with a face of grief and anger.
I've never seen him like this.
"If she wouldn't love you so much I would throw you out. Do you understand?"
"Yes. I do.", I bow my head in gratefulness and again he lays one hand on my right shoulder. This time his touch is soft.
"You've changed, Vegeta."
"For the better I hope."
I honestly do.
"Answer me ... do you regret what you did? Or will you fall back into madness when given the chance?"
"No. I won't. You have my word."
His eyes bore into mine in search of lies and insecurety. A long moment of oppressive silence. A battle of the mind.
But finally his stance relaxes and he takes a long breath.
"Alright boy. I will try to trust you and give you one last chance. I hope you keep your word and truly changed for the better."
"So .. do I.", My respond sounds ... doubtful. Unbelieving. I swallow hard and lift my head. I can do better than that.
"I won't dissapoint you ever again."
And his features finally soften up.
"You are an interesting man, Vegeta. Remember your responsibilities. Your family comes first. You can't just throw it away. Got it? No matter what.
"I understand."
"Good. So what is your next step?"
And I answer honestly.
"Make up for my sins. Learn to be a better husband and father. A better man."
And his eyes soften as a real smile appears on his face.
"It fills my old heard with joy to hear this. You've finally matured it seems."
I shake my head.
"No ... I have no idea how to do it ... How to become ... someone else."
It seems I said something incredibly funny. He's laughing out of a sudden.
Has he lost his mind now?
"You don't have to be someone else, Vegeta. Just be you. But less stressed out. Relax. Let your guard down. Go somewhere with them. To the beach, a park. Simply out of your shell, boy. Listen to their wishes and desires. Trunks is a little boy. Fighting is well and good but he also needs to play like a kid. Think of something exiting. Maybe take his friend Goten along. And Bulma ... you know how she is. She loves going out and talk with people. Yes, inventing is her life but I know she would love to travel somewhere with you. Think of something. Just do not stay in the gravitation room all day."
I see.
I understand.
I nod to show my gratitude. And with a smile the old man turns around and leaves me in the dark.
But one last time I hear his voice coming from afar.
"I know you'll have trouble. So I might have an idea, my boy. Come to the kitchen later and we'll talk about the deatils."
An ... Idea?
For some reason ...
I get anxious.
This guy can be pretty scary.
A Friends POV
With a loud yawn I stretch my sore muscles. I slept like a stone last night. I had no idea I was this exhausted.
No wonder. Firing a Spirit Bomb is extremely draining after all.
Sheesh. We almost didn't make it. Buu was insanely strong and tough!
Too bad he was evil.
He would have been a great sparring partner. Maybe I'll go visit the good version one day at Hercule's place.
"Good morning, my hero", my wife whispers next to me, stopping my thoughts. Her head resting on my shoulder as I kiss her forehead.
Chi-Chi ...
We're closer than ever. I'm so happy to have her back at my side.
After all that happened.
After Buu took her life.
But she didn't go down without putting up a fight. No. I heard she even attacked him head on before her death.
She's a warrior. A fighter.
Words can not describe how much I love her. Cherish her.
"Mornin, Chi."
"Morning, hun. Breakfast?", she asks without wasting a second, knowing I take every chance to get something to fill my stomach. She knows me better than everyone else on the planet and beyond.
"Sure! Buuuut ... do you mind if I'll go visit Bulma first?",I ask but my wife doesn't seem to be ... fond of this idea.
"To Bulma? You think something happened? That this demon hurt her?"
"This ... what?"
"Vegeta? He almost killed us, remember? I'm really not interested in letting you anywhere near him. This won't end good."
Speaking those words she turns around and I can see her shoulders shivering ever so slightly. Chi-Chi is afraid of the prince. It's clear as day.
And I can't blame her.
But that's exactly why I have to get to Bulma. What if she's also scared of Vegeta ...?
What if he told her the truth about letting himself being taken over by Babidi? What if she threw him out last night?
I can't predict how the prince may react. No one can. That's why I have to go and see if everything's okay. I'm also kinda worried, I have to admit.
Nonetheless, my desicion is made.
"Come on, Chi. It's fine. You know I can take him on him if something happens. But it won't be nessesary. I know him better than anyone else."
Well, except his family.
Her eyes fixate me as she judges me in silence before giving in with a sigh.
"Not that I can stop you. Just be careful, honey, okay?"
"Sure.", I promise and kiss her gently.
It's understandable for her to be scared. I was afraid of him as well.
After all he looked like a freakin' demon.
But that was before he helped me save the world. Before he got almost beaten to death in order to give me the time I needed to focus energy into a Spirit Bomb -
that was his idea in the first place.
He's just as much of a hero as I am.
Not wasting a second I jump to a stand and get dressed quickly.
"See ya later honey!", I tell my wife goodbye with a wink and put two fingers on my forehead, focusing my mind.
Almost instantly I appear next to Bulma and scare her to the point that she almost faints with a loud shriek.
Sheesh, this'll never get old.
"Goku! How often did I tell you to stop doing that?!"
"Good morning too, Bulma!", I respond with a grin that causes her to sigh with a smile. I know she can't be mad at me.
"How can I help you, Goku? Why don't you get rest? You just beat Buu yesterday."
"Naaah. Don't worry. I just wanna hear how everything goes. How are you?"
"Great.", she responds with a smile that is an honest and happy looking one.
So Vegeta didn't tell her anything.
"Just a bit tired.", she declares and jawns aloud as if to prove her point. Then her eyes search for mine.
"Oh, now that you're here ... there's one thing I have to ask you. Did you ask Enma to release my Vegeta from hell? He fought Buu after all. Before we got revived I mean."
"Huh? Nope, I had nothing to do with this. He must've asked Enma himself. When I found him he was just sent to earth with Babas guidance. Without him I would've lost for sure.", I answer honestly and her eyes lighten up as a lovely smile appears on her lips.
"I'm so glad ...", she says and I grin from ear to ear because she looks so, so incredibly happy.
"I feared we lost him forever."
"Likewise. Say ... may I ask where he is?"
"He's training with Trunks. I was just on my way to my lab and call them for breakfast."
This last word causes my stomach to growl in protest and hunger.
"It won't take long, B.", I promise and put a hand on her shoulder, before using my Instant Transmission again.
The next thing I see is a fist approaching my face and my nose hitting the ground.
"Goku!" "Kakarott?!", the voices of Trunks and Vegeta reach my ears as I start rubbing my already swollen cheek.
The high gravity pulls me to the ground.
"Ow ow ow ...!",
"Sorry Goku! I didn't want to hit you.", Trunks apologies and reaches out to help me get back on my feet ...
while Vegeta laughs his ass off.
"You should have knocked."
"As if you'd open the door for me."
"I beg to differ, Kakarott.", the prince's demeanor changes into his serious persona I know just too well. "What do you wan't? What is important enough to disturb our training?"
"I just need to talk with you.", I offer in a serious tone and his gaze instantly hardens.
"Trunks."
"Got it. I'll see if mom needs help."
With a nod Vegeta put a hand on his sons head and shows a brief smile that dissapeared again so fast my eyes almost missed it. But Trunks obviously cought it and grins from ear to ear before leaving the gravitation room without any objection.
"Glad to see you two get along so well."
"Of course we do. He's my son."
"Yeah, sure but ..."
"Kakarott. Out with it. You wish to talk with me about the whole Buu ordeal. Right?"
It's scary how smart this guy is.
"Are you surprised? After what happened? First you let Babidi take over and murder all those people to provoke me into a fight and then sacrifice your life in an attempt to kill Buu to protect your family."
For only a second guilt flashes in his black eyes and he bares his teeth in anger.
"You do not have to remind me of what a fool I was. I know I let my idiocy get the best of me. I know my death made everything worse. I know I failed in every sense of the word. I know I almost killed my wife and was not able to stop Buu from finishing the job. What else is there to say? That I don't deserve to be resurrected? Believe me, I know that."
He stays eerily calm as he speaks and stares at his hands as if ...
as if blood is stuck on them.
He's in a worse condition than I thought.
"That's not ... That's only half the truth, Vegeta. And you know it. I know I should've taken this more serious. I had no idea you wanted this fight with me this badly. Is this all because of your pride?"
"Tch."
"I thought you were over it. It's been more than ten years since our first battle. "
"I am now." ,he responds after a long moment of silence.
"I've seen where my cursed pride brought me."
"Yeah. Back to your family."
And his dark eyes become soft.
"Guess you still haven't told them what happened."
"No. I can't. How could I punish my family for my sins and break it apart? I know my wife and son are strong enough to live alone but ..."
He takes a deep breath.
"But I am not ..."
And for the first time since Namek I catch a glimpse of the true Vegeta. The true self he always hides behind an iron curtain.
His lonely and broken soul. It's hard to see him like this.
"That's not true, Vegeta. They need you. Look how happy they are. I've never seen Bulma smile like that. She just told me how much she feared to never see you again. Now stop hating yourself. There's no reason to. You already made up for your sins, Vegeta."
In compassion I put a hand on his right shoulder.
"You came back from hell to help me fight Buu. You fused with me although you hated doing so. We fought Buu in the Kai world. And finally you attacked Buu head on to give me time preparing the Spirit Bomb that was your plan in the first place. You were ready to be erased from existence to save your family and were considered as one of the good guys for it."
Something like relief appears on his face.
Maybe he just needed to hear this.
And indeed his stance loosens up.
"It was one hell of a fucking ride."
"You can say that again, buddy."
"Tch.", He lets out a small chuckle before holding out his right hand with a smile.
"Good job ... my friend."
"Couldn't have done it without you, my friend.", I reply before he suddenly grabs my arm and throws me to the ground.
"This is for keeping Super Saiyan 3 a secret. Now we're even."
Ah crap. He's still a dick.
The Kings POV
Maybe the clown's right. I have to stop falling into self-pity now. I have to move forward. Have to ... forgive myself.
Somehow.
With a small wave I say goodbye as he dissapears into thin air again ten minutes later, leaving me alone in my GR that is still simulating 100 times earths gravity. I switch it off and take a deep breath as the weight disappears from my body.
"Honey?", my queens voice emits from speakers all around me, reminding me again how much I missed the sound of it.
"Breakfast!"
That ... I missed too.
Few minutes later I'm stuffed to the brink with scrambled eggs, bacon and toast and lean back in my kitchen chair.
Swearing I'll never take breakfast for granted again.
"Where's Trunks?", I finally realize my son is nowhere to be seen.
"He took his breakfast and went to his room. Goten called. Speaking of the Son's ... What did you talk about with Goku? You were pretty long in there, honey."
"We ... just talked about the last battle.
I take a long breath and ... Improve.
"He cried how grateful he was that the mighty prince of all saiyans escaped the grip of hell to save a small backwater planet at the edge of the galaxy."
Her laughter is music to my ears as she hugs me from behind to kiss my left cheek.
"Oh mighty prince, how can I show my eternal gratitude? My wonderful royal hero ...", she purrs into my ear and the tone of her voice sends shivers down my spine. Her fingers already trailing towards my shorts.
Such a vulgar woman.
But no. I'll try following her fathers idea.
'Do something unexpected.'
"How about you get dressed?"
"Wha?", she stops abruptly.
"You heard me woman."
"W ... where do you want to go?", she's completely taken aback and stares at me as if I'd grown a second head.
"Who are you and what did you do with my husband? The Vegeta I know would rather starve than going out with me!"
"Very funny, woman.", I reply with a smirk and simply throw her over my shoulder before leaving the kitchen and countless dirty dishes behind.
I might start behaving differently.
But I won't overdo it.
"Vegeta! Where are we going?! Atleast tell me how I should dress! For somewhere hot or cold?"
"How about swimming garments?"
"Now that's something to work with. Want me to wear something veery sexy for you, honey?"
Geez ...
"I won't hinder you. If you ask me you don't have to wear anything. But I doubt our son will be quite fond of this idea."
"Oh. Oooh ...! Don't tell me this will actually be a FAMILY TRIP?!"
Almost instantly I catch the faint scent of arousal.
Such a vulgar woman.
The Queens POV
"Let. Me. Down." I command and he complies without objetion before gazing at me with this incredibly sexy smile of his and I can't hold back anymore.
So I grab his handsome face and drown myself in the feeling of his lips against mine. I taste his tongue, feel his hands on my hips. The love overflowing my heart.
"What ... whatever is wrong with you right now, I can definitely get used to it ...", I gasp against his lips as I try catching my breath and he gently brushes his forehead against mine.
His eyes shine with so much love.
I could stare at his eyes for an eternity and still couldn't get enough of them.
"There is nothing wrong with me, Woman. Not anymore.", he gently whispers and I can see that he changed since this tournament.
He changed so much.
There's guilt lying in the depts of his gaze but before I get the chance to ask why, he pulls away with a crooked grin.
"Stop frowning like that woman. You'll only get more and more wrinkles that way."
Crap. He's still a dick.
"Why do you have to ruin the mood, you ass?! I hoped you'd finally act like a fairytail prince and ...
"Woman, you watch too many Disney movies. And If you start singing now I'll loose my breakfast right here on the floor."
Without another word, my face flushing red like a tomato, I walk past him, flipping him off.
His laugher follows me through the hall.
It's like music to my ears.
I can't be mad at him. I just can't.
"Trunks!", he orders as we reach our sons room and the boy instantly stood before us like a little soldier. God, why can't he listen to me like that?"
"Yes, Papa?"
"Shower and get dressed. Clean clothes and swimming shorts. We'll leave in thirty minutes."
"Wha ... Where do we go?"
Huh ... So Trunks doesn't know either.
"Don't ask questions, Boy. Do as I say."
"Uh ... Yessir!", Trunks salutes and hushes back into his room. Certainly just as confused as I am but not daring to ask.
"You're pretty scary when you boss him around, you know, honey?"
"I am?", he asks and ... frowns in thought.
"Never thought about it."
Seriously?
"Honey, are you okay?"
"Hn? Of course I am, woman.", he rolls his eyes theatralical as if I just asked him if pigs could fly.
Although, with his past as space pirate I wouldn't even be surprised.
The image of him fighting flying pigs makes me burst into laugher. And as he suddenly stares at me as if I insulted his ancestors I have to actually stop and get a hold on the nearest wall before my legs get too weak to carry me.
Good god, its so good to laugh again like this. It feels fantastic.
"Loosing your mind now, woman?"
"Shut up!", I gasp and he throws me over his shoulder again on his way to our bedroom. And again he rolls his eyes with an amused snort.
Looks like he's having the time of his life.
It's wonderful to see him in such a great mood.
With a smile I shake my head as we reach our bedroom and he puts me down.
Gently I embrace him from behind as he opens his closet to start digging in his clothes. Feeling his muscles contract under his skin is relaxing. Soothing.
"What are you looking for, honey?"
"My swimming shorts, of course. I thought you were such a genius."
"Yes I am. Thank you very much. They are in the middle drawer. Next to my sexy bikinis. Buuuut don't touch them. There are a few surprises you havent seen yet on your beautiful, passionate wife that would loove to kiss every inch of your body right here and now."
His shoulders tense in embarassment and I can see the tips of his ears turning red.
He's so cute when his face flushes red.
Laughing I push him aside and he crosses his arms with a pout, turning away while I take out his trunks.
"There honey. Buuut ... Im sure you're not interested in wearing the one I like so much?", I ask without being a hundred percent serious. He'd never wear it. Although he'd surely look drop dead gorgeous.
The shorts I meant are a sinfully tight piece of thin cloth in dark red with black stripes at the sides. The small word 'Prince' is etched on the left butt cheek.
He'd look amazing.
But sadly he never even considered wearing those.
So of course he looks at me with a look of disdain before turning around and shaking his head with a long sigh.
"I'll take a shower."
"Don't be mad honey. I'm just joking.", I purr into his right ear, causing him to growl low in his throat.
He's longing for my touch.
Just like I am for his.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Would you stay out If I'd mind it?"
"Proobably not."
"Hn.", he chuckles and takes off his clothes.
And so do I.