Originally I wanted to write a purely Vegeta/Bulma fanfic as I've recently gotten back into the fandom and the tension there is just so great, impossible not to put pen to paper, or fingers to keys in this case. However, while I was watching the Androids and Cell sagas again I ended up powering my way through the whole of Z...and Kai while I was at it. So as I was watching the fusion of Goku and Vegeta with the 'permanent' earrings, I wondered what would happen if they didn't come apart inside Buu.
Naturally I'm not the first to ponder this particular dilemma, but since the fanfics seem to be lacking in number I figured I'd give it a spin. Call it a warm up. It was due to this thought that I discovered the Dragon Ball Multiverse comic where this exact instant forms universe 16 I believe? It's fan comic by French artists before anyone panics thinking they missed something. So yeah, some shameless fan to fan promotion there.
Now this fanfic is M rated, that means there will be scenes of a potentially vulgar or erotic nature and if that's not something you wanna read well, you have been warned and I won't repeat myself chapter after chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters mentioned herein. This is a purely non profit work of literature, by a fan, for fans. The writing is, however, mine and is not to be repeated or otherwise re-distributed without my consent.
The implication of the fusion earrings had been temporarily lost on Bulma as she listened to Hercule Satan begging the world to rise up its arms in offering. She hadn't needed his prompting, years of edging closer and closer to her prince had allowed her to pick out his voice when it had called out, mingled together with Goku's. Then everything had gone quiet and it felt to her like the whole world was shaking, could hear the cracks as reality fell around her ears in those achingly long moments waiting and waiting.
Then there it was.
Ringing in her ears.
Joyous cries of victory booming out of the sky as if born on the wings of angels. Buu was defeated, the world was safe once more and her prince could come home. Home to her, home to Trunks. Home.
They stood there, all of them atop the look out, took happy to speak, too shocked to cry then the quiet tapping of foot fall. She spun around, dyeing to see him, aching to see him. But...
It wasn't him.
Well it was, her heart was telling her it was, but it wasn't just him.
Videl broke out between Bulma and Chichi who were frozen in place, "DAD!" she cried and flung herself into his arms.
Before anyone could really process what was standing before them a fat mass of wobbling pink strolled out. Instantly everyone was on their guard, Trunks and Goten on their toes, seconds from leaping into their fusion dance. But soon everything was explained, this Buu was the good part, Mr. Satan was going to look after him and in a year they'd wish away the people's memories of Buu with the dragon balls.
Then there was no getting away from it. Standing before them, about Goku's height, was a new man, with Vegeta's hair standing high. Lean muscles dressed in orange and blue gi. She took a step forward just as Chichi did. Both saw the other out of the corner of their eyes and stopped, not sure whether to move or hold back. Who should go first? Chichi? Carrying Goten to term along, raising both boys without Goku, without even the hope of the dragon balls to revive him. Now here he was, in some form.
"Goku?" Chichi chocked out, taking a step forward, reaching towards him.
The man grinned, put a hand behind his head to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck, "Well sort of."
So like Goku The thought struck her by surprise but in a way it made it more settled in her mind. That this man before her was neither Goku nor Vegeta nor a trade off between the two, but a fusion, a true fusion. She could see Vegeta in his stance, Goku in his disposition, Vegeta's dogged detachment as Chichi reached for him and Goku's welcome as he pulled her into a hug.
"Dad?"
Bulma chocked and Chichi looked over her shoulder. Trunks and Goten had stepped forward, she wasn't sure which one had said it but it was the same for them both. Hard as it was for Bulma and Chichi it wasn't just them. For Goten and Trunks who could fuse when they liked, who would always come apart, looking up at this that is and was their father's all at once must be both terrifying and awe inspiring. A fear that they had never really contemplated, that they may never come apart was now standing before them, as if walking out a nightmare. But it wasn't them. It was Goku and Vegeta.
For Trunks who was more used to cuddles from his protective mother and exchanging blows with his father holding back was easy. But for Goten, who looked so like his father and had inherited so many of his traits, who didn't really know Goku, who wanted to run to him so badly, he wasn't sure what to do.
Bulma licked her lips, fidgeted a little and then those dark eyes flashed to her. Eyes that looked at her with a burning intensity she knew so well and yet, compassion, a playful mischief of dancing firelight in those same eyes she also knew well. To her, the most brilliant scientific mind of her age, perhaps even the last century, the genius that flung herself into danger time after time following these boys all over the universe, the combination was both fascinating...and terrifying. She licked her lips.
"Is it permanent?"
"Yeah, though it's kinda neat don't you think? I'm so much stronger now!"
Suddenly Bulma didn't want to be there. She wanted to be at home. She wanted to wake up next to Vegeta, know that Trunks was safe in his room. Not here. Not in front of everyone. Not having to contemplate that her husband was so much more than just her husband now. He was hers and Chichis. That did that make Gohan and Goten? Her step sons?
This meant she had to share.
It was all too much. Too much for Chichi also as she proceeded to feint dead away into Gohan's arms.
"I want to go home."
"Mom?" Trunks looked up at her in confusion.
She took his hand, "We're going home Trunks."
"But Bulma, um, uh," Gohan trailed off, looking from her and back to the source of the problem then back at her.
"We're going home." With that she pulled out the capsule for her hover jet. She bundled a protesting trunks into the passenger seat and placed herself in the pilot seat. She popped open the back door, it went up with a whooshing sound. In the rear view she could just see Gohan, still holding Chichi, exchange a look with his brother and...well, she wasn't sure what to call him at the moment. Taking the hint, Gohan brought his mother into the craft and laid her down on a row of seats, the other two close behind.
The engine gave a quiet rumble and the craft moved into the air. She didn't say goodbye, she didn't look at anyone, she just took off. Trunks, Goten and Gohan fell asleep on the way back to Capsule Corp. But Bulma could steal feel those dark eyes boring through the back of her seat.
Gohan was awake before they touched down.
"Take any room you want Gohan," she instructed, still avoiding looking into the back of the vehicle as she scooped up the still sleeping Trunks into her arms and carrying him inside and up to his room.
"So what, do I call you?" Gohan asked, looking at Vegito who was still sat in the same place he'd been the whole flight.
"Vegito," he answered.
"No I meant, like," Gohan bit his lip, not really sure what to ask and even less sure what he wanted as an answer.
In answer Vegito simply scooped Chichi up into his arms, Gohan following suit with Goten, "I suppose that's something we'll have to figure out in the morning. For now, I'm so tired I could sleep for a week."
That sounds like my dad. Gohan thought quietly to himself as he followed. He watched Vegito tuck Chichi into a bed and then hesitate, as if unsure whether to stay or to go. He left, then he looked around, in one particular direction. Gohan could sense Bulma and Trunks that way he guessed it must be as hard on Vegito, as it was on them. After all, he didn't imagine Vegeta was one for sharing and he couldn't imagine sharing a body was high on his list, not to mention sharing women.
Please remember I'm new this whole writing game guys, so if you do choose to review please be kind. Constructive criticism would be much welcomed mind.
Be warned...I can't spell for toffee so unless you intend to take up beta-ing a stream of corrected sentences and paragraphs won't be exactly constructive.
Hope you enjoyed :D