Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, although it would be nice to claim it as mine.

Author's Note: Another part up and ready to continue in this struggle between Bebi and our half Saiyajin lovers! Nothing really new to add up here, aside from the obvious: I've become addicted to this story and have decided to post chapters as quickly as I finish typing them and editing. Also, for all you Gohan/Vegeta going-to-be-a-couple wanna-bes, this chapter is for you! R&R!

Chapter Thirteen

~Alternate Plane of Existence~

An hour had passed, maybe more, but still they continued to hold each other, unwilling to come to grips with reality. Were they so different from the rest of the world? Had they to be shunned because they loved one another? Destiny made it appear that this was what had been foretold, but still they refused to see, unable to let go in fear of losing one another. Trunks lay on the bottom, hands woven into Goten's hair as the younger demi Saiyajin rested his head on his chest, thoughts tearing at both of them. It was enough to tip them over the edges of a fool's sanity, but if either went, they'd go together.

"Trunks?" It had been the first word spoken since their earlier conversation, and Goten sounded more like himself, although he felt otherwise.

"What?" A sigh instead of an honest response. Why were things turning out to be so difficult for them?

"When we get out of here are things going to be as they were? I mean- " He paused trying to think of the right words, but he could find none that fit what he really wanted to say.

"They can't, Chibi, and you know that. Don't worry, my koibito, we'll be together, no matter what happens." This eased Goten's doubts somewhat, but he still wasn't sure about the consequences in the real world. Maybe he shouldn't worry about them so much; with Trunks by his side, helping him, they had nothing to fear, except for one outcome, and he didn't even want to think about that possibility.

"I guess you're right. Should we figure out what we're going to do, then? As much as I like being here with you, I can't stand this place." Trunks laughed, both of them sitting up together.

"I suppose so. What do you think is happening on Chikyuu?" Goten shrugged and stood up, languidly stretching, revealing the taut muscle in his lower abdomen as Trunks stared up at him. Kami, he really was perfect. His friend caught the look and smiled, extending a hand to him. He accepted it without a word even as he mentally began searching for his clothes.

"We'll have more time for that later. If we ever get out, that is," Goten promised, also gazing into the darkness. In less time than remembering ever discarding them, they dressed in wrinkled clothing, using the opportunity as a means of silence. When they met back, Trunks minus his torn bandana, they looked almost normal.

Almost.

The lavender haired half Saiyajin gazed at his lover and then glanced around, trying to decide on the best way to get out. They could try destroying the wall he had become so fond of to see where it led to, and aside from that idea, he didn't really have one. Goten cleared his throat, giving Trunks the cue to glance at him, and noticing the same look in his darkened eyes, he nodded, trying to find his way back to the spot they hadn't strayed far from; they weren't called best friends for nothing. His hand brushing the surface, he stood back, feeling Goten's presence beside him, and together, they powered up, cascading the blackness with the bright aura of a Super Saiyajin. Even though the brilliance of the light wrapping their bodies displayed the contents of the room they were in, it was still considerably mysterious, but it did not bother them. They had already made up their minds.

"Ka-" Goten's voice rang loud and echoed back into Trunks ears as he powered up the infamous move known only to the Son family. A grin felling his lips, Trunks gathered energy into the palms of his hands, preparing to use a simple attack that would get the job finished. He waited for the signal to unleash Hell against the wall.

"Me.ha.me.HAAA!!" At the same exact moment, they fired huge quantities of ki, shattering the rock with impeccable ease. As the dust cleared, they felt a draft flowing from the large hole in the wall, and linking hands, they flew head first into the murky abyss only to fall into nothingness. Their screams echoed in their ears, and when they reached out, trying to cling to one another for support, they found the other missing, bringing more misery.

What had they done?

~Capsule Corporation~

"There! Fix it, now!" Vegeta commanded, crossing his arms and leaning one shoulder on the edge of the wall as Gohan entered the room. Bebi once again felt himself smirking, but decided against physically showing it as he forced himself to look at the insufferable machine that would lead to the Saiyajin Prince's downfall. It really was a piece of junk, hardly worth the effort to fix, even if he had wanted to, but a plan was a plan, and he would stick to it, although there was just one thing he was still contemplating. Should he catch Vegeta from behind, similar to what he did against Gohan, or should he go in for the more suave approach?

Hmm, it made one wonder if Vegeta was attracted to this body he was in. He knew that Saiyajins could swing either way, since they did not believe in the entire homosexual versus heterosexual controversy, and from the earlier reaction he'd gotten from Son Goten when he had kissed him as Trunks, their had been that undeniable response as well. Would it work? Quickly glancing at the Prince, he made an assessment, and kneeled in front of the control panel, still debating. There was only one way to find out, and that was through trial and error. Faking his intelligence of the machine before him, he reached underneath the board and pulled at some of the wires he found until sparks flew.

"Shimatta," he cursed, trying to play the part of the angry scientist. It seemed to work because Vegeta was beside him, scowling down.

"I told you to fix it, not break it further, you ignorant baka! You are just like your brainless father!" Bebi had to catch himself before he laughed. This was just too amusing.

"Gomen, Vegeta. It shouldn't be too hard to repair, but there's just this section that won't come off." The Prince rolled his eyes.

"And weak, too," he muttered as he crouched low, dark eyes scanning where Bebi-Gohan's hand was. "Where?" Plan A- success. Now, to pull of the more difficult part of his strategy.

"I think it's right there," he replied, pointing to a board in the metal exterior. Vegeta's hand disappeared under the side of the control panel and easily ripped the part from its position, dropping it onto the floor.

"There. Now repair the damn machine or you will suffer a most painful consequence, brat." Vegeta began to get up and Bebi panicked. He couldn't risk the chance of his next target leaving the room, and not knowing what else to do, he grabbed his wrist.

"Wait, Vegeta. There's something else I need you to do for me." He watched as the Saiyajin's jaw clenched, and he pulled his arm from his grasp, glaring in part with his action.

"I am not here to do you favors, b-" Gohan grabbed the sides of his face, pulling him forward, and kissed him with everything but innocence. The Prince, in too much of a shock, waited just a minute before stepping back, his hand instantly at his mouth, but not to wipe it away. Blood was running from his lower lip; Gohan had bitten him. (A/N: Kinky, isn't he?)

"What are you about, boy?! This isn't some game you can play," he spat out, rubbing the bright redness between his fingers as he summed up Kakarotto's oldest brat. He'd always thought Gohan to be the quiet, very well reserved type, made for a wife and the quaint little life that he now lived. To put it blankly, he was a disgrace to the Saiyajin part of him that flowed through his veins, but now-

He wasn't quite so sure.

"Come on, Vegeta. You know you want this," he replied with quick finesse, edging up closer to him (A/N: Oh, don't we all just want to see it going on?) even as the Prince took a step back. A smirk crossed his lips.

"You really think you can handle it, boy? I won't go easy on you."

"I wouldn't expect you to, Vegeta," he whispered in a low, somewhat husky voice. Perhaps this was going to be easier than he thought. If he could only get close enough to him, then it wouldn't be so difficult.

They were standing so near to each other that the heat of Vegeta's body was radiating onto his skin. The Prince brought his hands up, curling them around the back of his neck, and dragged him forward. His mouth only touched his briefly before he brought his elbow down on the back of his neck and his leg connected with Bebi-Gohan's midriff, sending him flying to meet the opposite side of the Gravity Room wall, where he smacked his head hard enough to make the floor and ceiling spin.

"Very well. Let the lesson begin." Bebi grinned inwardly. If the Prince would not succumb to seduction, then fighting was just an easier answer.

It would be fun watching the proud Saiyajin no Ouji fall.

A/N: Ouch! I wouldn't want Vegeta as a lover.well, if I was guy I wouldn't, but I'm not and the only thing I can say is- too bad he ain't flesh and blood, hehe. I'm going to get up the next chapter as soon as I can, but due to the fact that I am starting to develop a recent writer's block, I don't know how soon that will be. Gomen-