Chapter 11: The clichéd interruptions
AN:
I know you're trying to figure out just who it was at the end of the last chapter.
I'll tell you this much. It's not the two characters you think it is. It's also not the two characters that are introduced into this chapter. Everything will unveil itself as it goes, so you're going to have to be patient!
Some new elements have been added. I've not taken away their abilities, but I have incorporated new ones. While I hate GT with a passion, there were some good things that came out of it. Like Level 4…and that odd scene were Goku vanishes and thus brings life to what I'm about to do. :)
You have a question? Feel free to ask. However, I may or may not answer you. ^-^
Enjoy!
"I knew I shouldn't have let that game in here," Gohan muttered. "Hey, can you keep it down?"
Keeping it down was impossible for a bunch of single middle aged adults that acted and looked as if they were teenagers. Trunks and Goten were in the middle of a heated battle that included two gaming units, shouting, and the girls shouting at them to kick the other's behind. It only reminded him of simpler days, days where his father had been turned into a child; days where he was a kid trying to figure out what life was all about. He never could figure out just how his father had regained his adult form…or why he'd come back so early. According to what they had been told, he was to vanish into space for a century.
Gohan hadn't thought about that in a long while. He was just glad to have him back, despite years having gone by. Yet when Goku had come back, things had changed. People had gotten older…but not them. Not the ones who held the Saiyan trait within them. They hadn't aged but so much, but their loved ones around them were vulnerable to time, and to mortality. His own wife was proof of that...and it was the stupidity of a drugged up man he could hold responsible. When his mother had passed so unexpectedly, he thought things would be all right. He had his family to comfort him. His wife and his daughter...his father...his friends. Yet...he wasn't quite expecting to lose half of them within the span of a few short years.
Time was definitely a cruel woman and an old man when it came to unveiling the traits of his heritage. Vegeta hadn't known when Gohan had asked why this happened. According to what he knew, saiyans hit certain milestones in the prime of their lives. According to human thought, he was middle aged. When Vegeta evaluated his age, he was still rather young. Saiyans lived for quite a long time providing they didn't die in the heat of battle.
Being of mixed blood, certain habits didn't show up until he'd hit thirty-eight. With these habits came the inhibitions, the uncontrollable rage of hormones that threatened to kill him each time he'd notice someone, and the steadfast biting of the tongue when he couldn't do what came natural. Going into town today was a sheer test of will, and insatiable desires. What sucked the most about it...
"Are you seeing anyone yet?"
"No...not really."
...he didn't have the liberties of prowling the night unlike his daughter, his brother, and their friends. He had a job to maintain, and a daughter to mind when she was being impulsive. Besides...he knew next to nothing about this, nor the other detail that had him twisting in his seat every time he thought about it.
"Dad, are you okay?"
"Hm? I'm fine...just...a bit tired."
Tired of holding it in! It took all he had not to bang his head on the steering wheel as he turned down the road that would lead them back. This was insane! Who in their right mind wanted to have a male dominate him? Shouldn't he be the one doing the dominating?
"Would you get the hell off of me?" Trunks screamed. He shoved a laughing Goten off of him, none too pleased to be shoved back down with Goten somehow managing to sit on his lap. The added effect managed to make Trunks lose the round, which only resulted in him smacking Goten on the only thing he could reach with flailing arms: his ass. "I know you like it kinky, but damn!"
"I bet this is the most action you've gotten in months," Goten smirked. "You can thank me later. Ow!"
"Careful…your precious ass might not be fit for that lover of yours on your next date."
"Who says I bottom?"
Gohan jammed his foot into the gas pedal.
Coming down to this planet was not his idea.
He could blatantly deny wanting to come down here, and he very much doubted that anyone would believe him. Who in their right mind would think that someone of his nature would give up the chance to come to this planet and do…whatever?
He stopped his train of thought, grimacing and wishing that his cousin didn't blabber as much as he tended to. His incessant way of talking when he was annoyed or nervous had a bad way of warping his mind to useless chatter, playing up his nervousness to new heights. It was bad enough that he was here in the first place under the orders of a certain princess, but to be caught unaware by the likes of the beast that roamed these lands?
He didn't want to take the chance. There was a very good chance that he'd be the latest one to be buried, or turned into dust. The smell of death was nowhere to be found within the air, but the open threat was present and willing to see death visit once more under the right provocation. He, of course, was the perfect ingredient for such a dilemma, if he were to be caught.
The lush greenery beneath his feet would have been breath taking had he not been focused on the house not fifteen yards away. He was crouched low beneath the bushes, his power level little to nothing as his eyes spied the moving figures that inhabited the place. Finding him was easy enough. His target's power levels were off the scale even in dormancy; a scary trait to be wary of if he wanted to survive this. He would certainly owe his death to the impulsive bitch that had sent him down here in the first place, wanting to claim what was never hers to begin with.
The com in his ear crackled to life for a split second. "Blaine…have you acquired your target?"
Nimble fingers pressed into the device. "Acquired, no," he muttered. "Located, yes."
"….Shit."
"No need to repeat that."
There was a bit of static to accompany the nervous quiet laugh over the line. "Yeah well…I didn't think you'd get that close without losing something of your person."
"I'm quite good at what I do," Blaine reminded them. "It's the only reason I'm here hissing at you like an ass."
"Blaine…"
"Blake, shut up and pray I make it back to the ship."
The line went dead. Blaine kept himself low and hidden, cursing softly when he noticed the vehicle rolling to a stop not a moment later. He sniffed the air carefully; a little alarmed to smell something more than half breeds littering the area with their presence. He might have inhaled again had he not felt and heard the movement of his current and sure handler of his death land a short ways from where he resided.
He chanced a look through the bushes, moving with the scurrying creatures around him to keep the noise of his movements camouflaged. The largest of them had a jug of water in hand. His strides were purposeful and strong, quickly moving him towards his destination.
What he saw made him sick to his stomach. The princess had truly lost her fucking mind…
"Blake…"
"Blaine?"
He looked again just to make sure of it. There was no mistaking his eyes, as much as he wished he were a mad blind man right now. "….he's with child." A loud reverb string of curses streamed over the line. Blaine sat numbly in his spot, listening to Blake and wondering just what the fuck the princess had pulled him into this time.
"Vegeta...Vegeta~~~"
The soft sing song voice of his name slowly pulled him out of the fog he'd been in. He opened his eyes and focused on the person hovering over him; a smile planted firmly in place where a range of emotions could be. He gave him half a smile back, and closed his eyes again under the waking kiss bestowed upon his brow. "Still tired?"
"You wear me out every time..." he mumbled. "Not that I didn't need the nap."
"The others came back a little while ago."
"Hn. Tell them to keep it down."
"All right. Go back to sleep love. I'm just checking on you."
He wholeheartedly agreed to fall back asleep, though it would be a few moments before he would drift. Goku's kisses always left him dizzy, yet lately, those kisses left him swollen with a love like no other he'd experienced. The soft caress of his hands on either side of his rounded belly warmed him further under the sun of a mild summer day. A light kiss was placed on the underside, and a small hand pushed against the nose nuzzling his sensitive skin.
"I put some water aside you. Try to drink some of it."
"Food?"
"On its way. I'll be back in an hour."
He didn't have to guess where Goku was going. He went there every day for the past two months, and would continue to go until things were finished. Goku kissed the side of his neck and fled back to their home in the process of being overhauled.
The constant fights prior to certain events had left holes in the house. He didn't know they were constructed holes, placed there to change certain aspects of the house his mate had wanted for a little while now. When the kitchen was overcooked, frozen, and thawed, it was the final touch he needed to start the construction with the help of those whom had moved in.
Through the two months that had somehow flown by, Vegeta had been reduced to a sleeping form that missed a good part of the morning. When he did wake, Goku would be waiting for him. Breakfast would be there, still hot somehow, and he'd sit with him and eat his own food. What the others did for food was beyond him. Goku wasn't really concerned about the kids. Well...not when it came to them eating. When they were drafted into aiding with reconstructing the house, he was over their shoulders making sure things were being done the way he wanted them.
The way he wanted them included adding on to the house, and building another smaller shed like building behind them.
A small hand pushing against his own had him looking down. Two months had flown indeed and left him with a huge stomach that rounded to the size of a beach ball. Heavy with two children, he'd expected to be rotund but not as quickly as it seemed. Vegeta had another two months to go, although he wouldn't have been surprised if only another month had gone before they decided to arrive. Having two at once only sparked his mate into going a little overboard with the reconstruction of their home, deciding to expand other rooms that weren't in the plan.
So the whole house was getting a makeover...and he was getting larger by the day...just like the house.
A loud string of cursing in saiyan had him looking up to the roof from the chair he was nestled in on the back patio. Shielded by the parasol, Vegeta could plainly see Goku blasting one of those pesky bugs that liked to eat his tail alive. The bird looming over him didn't quite dare to get any closer, especially when Goku chucked a piece of discarded lumber at it. Gohan wiped his brow laughing, while Goten came back up with another pile of shingles. Those three had volunteered to rework the roof while the others went to the internal parts.
Trunks was in the kitchen installing the last of the wiring. They had expanded the kitchen into the dining room which made going back easier in the long run. While he was busy working on the last fixture, Bra and Pan were in the living room giving the newly built walls a coat of new paint. The furniture had been tossed a little while ago, soon to be replaced with durable pieces that would tolerate the abuse of kid adults and super babies. He doubted it would last until their teens, but Goku didn't care. It was his money, and he wanted the best for them.
"Is that nursery finished?" he questioned softly. "I hope they finished it..."
"I'm going to finish it later!" Goku called from above. "Don't worry about it!"
He decided to heed his word and the urge to sleep. He drifted as quickly as he'd come out of the previous nap, unaware of the shadow lying in wait.
The soft snoring of their currently incapacitated family member was their signal to stop for a break. Goku leapt off of the roof and motioned to the others inside to come out for a bit. Once everyone was gathered within his sights, he led them to a nearby knoll of grass to relax under the summer sun.
It felt good to sprawl out like there wasn't a care in the world. He'd forgotten how it felt to be carefree and unburdened by the very earth that housed him and his family. Sweet summer days filled with sleep, light play, and food spreads worthy of kings sprung to mind, yet left a lingering bitterness when those faces appeared in each memory. Without them here, things were strange...and comforting.
Goku sat up and rested on a nearby rock to spy the others sitting about. Trunks lay sprawled out with his head planted firmly against Gohan's backside. Goten rested on his stomach aside him, smiling at nothing and everything. Gohan himself had a small smile of content on his face, though that was a drastic change from this morning. The inner beast had calmed itself and decided to leave him alone for another day. Pan, ever the impulsive one, decided that sitting next to himself would be a good idea. Goku allowed her to, though she didn't quite dare invade his personal space. Bra remained sitting in the midst of things, indifferently counting the sparse clouds drifting ever so slowly by.
"You ready for all this, grandpa?" Pan asked softly. "Being a father again?"
He snorted and looked at his own sons. "I'd better be. Those two were a handful...and Trunks and Goten were like fire and gasoline!"
"Heh...we got into all sorts of trouble," Goten chuckled. "I remember how we used to drive Piccolo up the wall."
"Forget when you were a baby," Goku laughed softly. "I thought Chi-chi would die when she found out."
"Dude...you could see me?"
"I could see everyone...and I bet they're watching us now, wondering how the hell all this happened."
They were probably being a bit more vocal than what he said. Goku was half tempted to go see for himself, but where was the fun in finding out if it were true or not without his mate? He was sure Vegeta would get a true rise out of it, after cursing him out of course.
"I'm sure the others would have their say on the matter," Gohan said. "But…I wonder…if you two are really the last full blooded saiyans out there…"
Goku didn't have to think about it. He shook his head, growing somber at the thought of more saiyans drifting out there. "If there was a sister planet to Vegeta-sei...I bet there are more of us out there. We just don't know where...not that I want to know." Some things weren't worth knowing, like if the sister planet to his own was still drifting out there, or if there were more saiyans roaming about. Knowing meant questioning things, like how in the world Turles got here, and if there were more like him out there trying to muscle in on his territory.
There were other things he didn't want to acknowledge either; a face that drifted to the forefront of his mind and was banished just as quickly. If she was alive…
"Anybody as hot as I am?" Trunks sighed. "Goku, can't you make with the sheet of ice?"
"I would freeze the entire forest. NO."
"You never did tell us how you did that move," Gohan said, looking over at him. "Are you going to tell us?"
There were many questions under that innocent one. He supposed he could answer the surface of it. "...I suppose it wouldn't kill anyone to know. You seem ready enough."
"Ready enough for what? EH?"
His father was in his face before he could blink, and his mind blanked out only a breath later.
Goku had inkling that his son could possibly be a carrier. He hadn't been sure because his limits and his blood line had only taken him to level two. Thinning out the blood line with humans had limited certain aspects a full blooded saiyans naturally inherited at birth, but it looked as if it would dominate here and now, closing in on Gohan's thirty-eighth year of living. He thought about it no more when he dropped into the center of darkness. He would answer those questions when they were asked and not before.
The small space that was the core of Gohan's abilities was crowded by three doors. Each one was lit with their energies, opened or sealed depending on the levels that Gohan had attained in his short life. The first door he was expecting; a door of golden surges bursting forth from the depths of pain, determination, and that not so small factor that they were descendants of such a line. In truth, this golden being—the 'Super Saiyan'—was a measure of desperation brought on by those passing their limits for whatever reason and being granted a power of a nameless god.
Well, not so nameless. Goku couldn't quite remember the name of that god, but he knew that few people ever received the blessings of a Super Saiyan or surging beyond the first level. Ascending each level was being able to understand the deeper veins of one's heritage through the art of fighting and one's travels. Being sheltered a good deal of his life, Gohan hadn't seen much until later, when the potential of his ascension was made harder with his age. Being limitless in energy was fine, but without the experience, it sat there unused.
The door was open, but the evolution of that being had stopped and would remain at level two. He was chained down heavily, writhing against the late changes that emerged with his turning thirty-eight. From the look of things, it looked as if he'd shattered quite a few of those chains. He wouldn't ascend again for years yet, but it was ready to absorb all there was to being a full blooded saiyan. It was going to hit him harder than he would have liked.
He turned away from that door and glanced at the others that had been planted here when the ascension had occurred. Upon these was the writing of the gods, telling the names of those whom had implanted themselves. One had to acknowledge their existence to unleash the power behind it. So without a second thought about it, he opened the doors within himself, triggering the energy of the doors standing before him in dormancy. The writing illuminated the darkness and allowed him to open them, surging through to unchain a piece of the sleeping deity resting soundly against a bright wall.
"Time to wake..."
It snapped open its eyes and glared. He smirked and vanished, willing himself back into the realm of the living with his screaming son convulsing before him.
Gohan's eyes rolled into the back of his head. His body heaved pushed itself forward; the energies sitting still once now flaring to life to encompass him. A blood curdling scream ripped itself from his throat as the skies roared and sent a bolt of lightning to strike the center of his chest. The others scrambled away from him, slipping when the ground frozen and thawed itself unexpectedly. They had to leap to the air when the crackling started and shorted out the wet ground below them.
Everything died abruptly and left a slightly smoking Gohan in the center of it. He sighed deeply, placing a crackling hand to his semi-spiked head. "Damn," he muttered, "That was interesting."
"Interesting? You were SHOCKED BY LIGHTNING!" Goten screamed. "We saw your bones!"
"Yeah? Huh..."
"Dad, what did you do?"
Goku settled back a bit on his haunches, staring at his son adjusting to the newfound energies within him. "I woke him up," he said. "That's all. I wouldn't have if he wasn't ready."
"Can you do that to anyone?" Pan asked. "Grandpa?"
"No." Such things came with heavy prices, and invoking that type of power was no easy unless someone was worthy enough to handle it. He couldn't possibly explain it all to her then and there, so he said what would make something sensible of this. "Unless one has ascended to levels past the first, it can't be tapped." It wasn't even an option. Searching for those energies would kill a man. "You have to have surpassed that level in order to see what was once impossible to see."
"What about Vegeta? Does he have this ability?"
Vegeta. He stopped talking and smelt the air.
"Dad?"
Something was wrong. Very wrong. There was an unfamiliar scent in the air...and male at that. If that wasn't enough to piss him off to new levels, not hearing his mate's soft snoring chilled his soul. He got up and ran back for the house screaming for the others to follow.
He didn't quite understand the need for all this. All this running and hiding, and then kidnapping someone who'd been forgotten about for decades. In his opinion, this was ludicrous. How long can one track a dead man and then decide to interrupt his days of happiness? It was maddening...but a style he was familiar with.
Sighing inwardly, he encased the sleeping prince in a shield that followed his fleeing form. It didn't much matter what he thought about this. Someone was going to get killed if the rumors were indeed true.
"Blaine!"
He felt it before his cousin could scream it in his ear. He ducked and ran for all he was worth, the echoing sounds of "RUN!" ringing in his ears. Blaine didn't dare look back. He was sure he would see a beast charging for him and find himself frozen in the path of that monster.
Another cliffhanger! XD
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