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Moments
Goten bit his lip as he looked at his wife.
She had just gotten out of the shower and was drying herself off. Her back was to him and it was pleasantly bare and her tail was looped loosely around her waist. Her head was cocked to one side as she dabbed at her hair with the towel that was draped over her front.
It was the sexiest thing that he had ever seen his life. He would never admit it to anyone that he found her tail the most desirable thing about her. If anyone asked, he would say that it was her legs, which were wonderful, but the way that tail laid loosely on her hips and the way it glistened against her damp skin, it drove him absolutely wild.
She turned slightly towards him.
"You have that look again," she said trying to make her face look stern but there was laughter in her voice.
"Sorry," he whispered and came towards her.
She turned her back to him again and continued to dry the other side of her hair. He knew that he most likely would get an elbow in the gut for coming up behind her and nuzzling her neck. He wanted to do it and the little bit of discomfort would be worth it.
She reached around her and was pleasantly surprised when she actually was smiling as he nibbled on her throat and held her tight.
"You're terrible," she whispered.
"I know," he whispered into the sweet smelling skin and damp hair as he held her tight.
She gave a little laugh and leaned into him and he gladly took the weight.
"You are still worried about Cyrus, aren't you?" he asked in a soft voice.
She made a little noise and nodded her head. "He is not… his actions worry me."
"You aren't going to start blaming yourself again?" he asked. She stiffened a bit and she looked a little sad. He wished he didn't bring it up. He knew that she still felt guilty for allowing the dragon to have his wish. To let the dragon's soul have the freedom for the life of her child that lay dead in her arms. He knew his dad felt bad about not understanding the dragon and how to control it like he should have. There was a lot of guilt for things that couldn't be controlled.
They had been put in a very bad position and they did what they thought was the only way out. He kept thinking back to that day. It was the only way that he could see them all coming out of it alive.
"Vegeta was acting weird also," Goten said.
She grunted a little. She leaned a little further into him. He wished he could make all the problems go away. "Yes. He was. I don't know what to make of what came over him. He did love Bulma quite a bit. It must have paid a terrible toll on him." He could feel her tail winding around his waist and under his shirt. God, he loved that!
"I think Trunks has the most problems. Crystal sure has been coming out of her shell," Goten said and shook his head. She wasn't bad around him, but she always seemed fearful of Vegeta and Soyna. She seemed to be getting over that and he had never seen her argue with anyone but Gem and that argument that she had had with Benot was rather amusing. And of course, how could he forget that she had been hiding the fact that she could go gold.
He would have to talk to Trunks about that. He did look rather worried.
Soyna smiled a bit and turned into him. The towel dropped to the floor and she was nuzzled up against him in her full naked glory. Her tail was still around his waist. She knew that he liked that. She was purposely driving him nuts.
He breathed her in and pulled her up to kiss her and then set her back down again.
"Did I tell you that you were terrible?" she said with a wicked and cute little smile. Wicked and cute… who ever thought those would go together?
"Yeah," he said and smiled down at her.
"MOM!"
"DAD!"
He groaned. There was pounding at the door. Soyna rested her forehead against his chest and he rested his chin on her head.
"HE IS BEING A JERK!"
"SHE THREW AN APPLE AT ME!"
Ah, the price of having children.
"LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY HAIR!"
"YOU CUT MY FAVORITE SHIRT UP!"
"Does this ever end?" Goten sighed as she pulled away, almost as reluctantly as he was. She picked up the towel.
"It never ends," she said and gave him one more long look at her body. "I will get dressed. Try to get a straight story out of those two."
He sighed as she walked into the closet. He looked at the door that was shaking slightly.
"JERK!"
"BITCH!"
Woah. They were getting vicious.
He opened the door and prepared for the onslaught of his children's voices. Of course, he wasn't prepared to see his daughter missing one pigtail and his son with a black eye and holding a tattered blue shirt.
Flint was having a really rough day. Getting beaten by Crystal and then, tortured by his sister.
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Cyrus sighed as he sank into his sheets. They felt so good and comfortable and … it was all over.
He didn't have to worry about that snake marking his skin. He didn't have to worry about being torn. He didn't have to worry about his mother trying to kill Vegeta. He didn't have to worry anymore.
He didn't ever remember feeling such a peace.
He knew that there was a big fight coming up but things felt so much better now and he felt at peace. Even with now knowing about the dragon that resides within. He would remain whole.
He was pretty sure it would be an asset now not the curse that it had become in the other life that he was grateful that he wouldn't have to live now.
"Can I come in?"
He looked up to see his mother standing at the door. She looked in with a slightly worried look on her face. He thought she would be dealing with Flint and Flare who had sounded like they were killing each other earlier. She must have left that up to Dad.
"Sure," he said.
He was glad to see his mom. She had just had a shower and she looked a lot more relaxed than she did out in the yard.
"You look tired," she said and sat on the edge of his bed. That was where she used to read him story to him to help him go to sleep. She hadn't done that for a while and he forgot that he had missed that.
"I am." He said. Everyone was going to be okay. His mom would live. His dad would live. He bit his lip at the faded and pained history that he made sure wasn't going to happen now. He rushed at her and gave her a big hug. She embraced him after making a surprised little sound and gasp.
"Are you okay?" she asked and stoked his hair.
It felt like it had been forever.
"Uh-huh," he said and pushed back the tears. He didn't have to cry now. They weren't going to die.
She looked at him and frowned. "Cryus, we haven't…" she let out a sigh. "I didn't ever want you to know about the dragon. I am still ashamed of the decision that I made."
"It's okay mom. I am not mad at you. I understand why you did it. Plus, if you didn't, I wouldn't have Benot around to protect me from Legen." He said with a smile.
She smiled back at him, but it was still a sad smile.
"It's really okay now," he said. "It really is. You don't have to worry about me being sick anymore either. That will all stop. I will be strong and healthy, just like everyone else."
"And how do you know this?" she asked and stoked his hair. At least she wasn't patting his head.
He knew the answer but the words were not forming right. He just let out a big sigh. "I can't explain it mom. I can't. I am sorry. But I know that is going to be okay. I promise. You know that I don't lie to you."
She smiled. She still looked so sad, but it was an improvement. He knew that it would take her awhile. It always did with mom. She was not one to just jump into things unless she was forced too.
She stood up and was about to leave.
He didn't want her to leave the room.
"Mom!"
There was a little too much urgency in his voice. She turned sharply with a worried look on her face. He hated making her worry.
He blushed a little and pulled the blankets under his chin. "Can you read me a story?" He felt a little foolish asking that but he missed the soft sound of her voice as she would read the silly childish stories that his grandparents, well, grandmothers bought him all the time.
She smiled brightly. Not so sad anymore.
He was happy that he asked and even more pleased to have her come and pull a book out of the shelf and begin to read to him.
It was amazing how she could ignore the rest of the house.
He was home.
Everything was going to be okay now.
He did not remember ever being so happy before.
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Trunks had not meant to be so long at work. The house was quiet as he walked in the door and he hated himself for getting tied up in work.
He went up to his room and saw Pan sleeping.
She looked so beautiful.
Had he told her that lately?
He dropped his jacket on the floor not caring that she would complain about that in the morning.
He watched her for a bit. She looked so relaxed and peaceful as she lay under the feather comforter.
He took a deep breath and went to wash up. He was shocked as he looked in the mirror and saw how he looked.
He felt old and … was that a gray hair? He leaned into the mirror and looked at his bangs. Damn it. It was. His eyes looked so tired. He wanted to crawl into bed and never get out of it again.
He splashed his face with water a few times. He felt a little better
He found himself staring at the gray hair that had invaded his head. He did not like that at all. No one else in the family had gray hair… well, grandpa did and he did take after his grandfather.
Damn.
He changed into a pair of shorts and then looked in the mirror again. Old people did not look like he did. It was just a trying week. That was all, when things calmed down… well, as they prepared to fight yet another enemy, things could get back to normal and he would have to pluck out the annoying gray hair later.
Right now, bed was calling him.
He tried not to disturb Pan but she opened her eyes as he crawled under the warm covers. She smiled at him and cuddled up close to him. He was kind of glad that he did wake her up now. Her touch was always the most comforting thing in the world for him.
He squeezed her tight and kissed her.
"Rough day?" she whispered, her voice still full of sleep.
"Uh-huh," he whispered. "How was yours?"
"Busy. Mom and I went to talk to the cops about Ligh and had his cell searched. He did have a transmitter. He has gone a little crazy in there. He looks like a mad man. He was a little scary. He really wants to get back at us," she said in a sleepy voice. Something so serious sounded so casual coming out of her mouth.
Of course, they had dealt with so much garbage in the past years, that this was almost becoming common. He found himself frowning.
Pan yawned loudly and stretched against him. It was a lovely feeling. "Crystal was right and so was Vegeta. He went on and was babbling about his uncle, Drak, coming to avenge his brother and to save him and somehow give him his strength back so that he could have revenge on us all." She put her warm hand against his stomach and one of her legs wrapped around his. "He even did the evil laugh thing."
"Evil laugh thing?"
"You know," she said and cleared her throat. "Buh-ha-ha-ha. You know that type of thing." She had a smile on her face now and had a sparkle in her eyes. Her hand was now on his hip and tugging at his shorts.
"He got really mad when we destroyed his transmitter. He got transferred to the loony bin. I don't have the heart to kill him," she said.
He could have, but he kept his mouth shut. With her hand wandering the way it was, he didn't want to ruin the moment. He didn't think he had the energy for this but his body was proving otherwise. He didn't feel so old and tired at the moment.
"You have been busy," he said and ran his hand up her back until his hand was entangled in her hair. He was pleasantly surprised to find her naked. She looked good in those outfits that she bought every now and then, but he usually just tore those off so that he could admire her. Of course, he couldn't tell her that though. It was part of the game. It was always fun undressing her.
She made a content little noise and her hand moved away from his shorts, snapping them gently. He didn't hide his disappointment. She just giggled at him. "You haven't told me about your day?" she said and suddenly she was on top of him. The blanket draping over her shoulders and he could see her in all her glory for a quick moment before she began to nuzzle his neck and her warm body pressed tightly to his.
"You know," he said quickly. "Work. Papers. Phone calls." Her teeth grazed his ear.
He was no longer in the mood to talk.
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Goku looked down at his wife with worry.
He had come back for her. To be the husband that he couldn't be when he was younger. The dragon had allowed that when he should still be wandering the universe. The dragon had allowed him to remember his family and who he had been. He had been immortal. He had thought that he would have to wander again, but then fate came into play once again.
He had never really thought about her dying.
He didn't want to loose her like Vegeta lost Bulma.
She was sleeping peacefully now and he didn't feel right bringing it up to her. He didn't want to trouble her. She worried about him too much anyway. He didn't want to add something else to the list.
She was older.
She was human.
She aged.
He aged slower.
He swallowed hard. He knew they would be rejoined in heaven. He knew that they would be together there, but it did not comfort him as it should. It didn't comfort Vegeta much either.
He did love her. He fought to protect her and his children. He didn't do it just for himself, even though she accused him of that at times.
She smiled in her sleep and looked young again. He couldn't help but smile at her. She loved him despite him leaving her alone so many times. Leaving to go fight and leaving her behind to worry about him. He had left her when he died and he had not even thought about how she felt.
He thought about it now.
He hated himself for neglecting her so.
This was his time to make up for all those mistakes.
Had he done that? He wasn't too sure. There never seem to be enough time. Vegeta found that out the hard way with Bulma's sudden death.
"I am sorry," he whispered and felt old tears that he had not allowed to emerge. He felt his body shaking. He was glad that she slept. "I will try harder to be a loving husband." His voice cracked and he hated the way he sounded. It was so un-warrior like. "I will be a better grandfather. I will not train all day."
He knew it would be hard, even with a battle coming, but he had to. He knew he could do it again. He did it for Cell, he could do it for this Drak fellow.
For ChiChi.
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Gohan had not like sending his wife off to deal with Ligh in the jail but he had and she didn't seem the least bit upset over it. Of course, she could take care of herself just fine, he knew that, but he couldn't help but want to protect her.
Weren't guys supposed to do that?
"Gohan?"
He looked over to Videl. He had gotten out of bed. He wasn't that sleepy. Well, he was, but he was also a bundle of nerves. He was just sitting at her vanity chair and staring out the window and had been contemplating at how calm the world was and how quickly that all seemed to change for them.
He smiled at her. She looked beautiful with her hair all a mess and her eyes all squinty with sleep.
He couldn't believe that he sent his wife and daughter to do that dirty work. When did he care about his job that much? The kids he taught were important, but shouldn't his family be the first things on his mind.
When was the last time he really fought? When was the last time that he really flexed his muscles?
He hadn't really fought anyone, had he? He was to late with Krad and Goten had not really forgiven him for that. He had lost Soyna, even though they had not been an official item at the time. The same thing happened with Ligh. He was useless! The only battle he had fought… well… he had lost his daughter to Trunks, but that would have been a loosing battle anyway.
"What are you doing up?" she asked as she stretched.
"Thinking." He felt depressed.
"Stop it and come to bed," she said in a stern but gentle voice. He complied and curled up beside her and hugged her, probably a little to tight.
"Don't worry about things. Gohan," She said. "Things always turn out alright." She rubbed his arm, trying to comfort him.
"I should have gone and dealt with Ligh," he said.
She slapped him. A gentle playful slap. "Quit being such a worry wart. He wasn't a threat to us and you know it." He could feel her shake her head at him as she cuddled close to him. "If it makes you feel better. I wished you could have taken the day off."
"You wanted me there," he said and knew that his voice was betraying itself.
She slapped him again, this one was not so gentle. "No, you silly fool!" She also poked a finger into his side causing him to squirm. "I wanted you."
He blinked a few times and tried to see her face in the dark. "I don't worry about anyone that attack us anymore. We will always triumph." She sounded so confident. "As long as I have you."
She hadn't talked to him like that in a long time. Loss makes you think about those things. He hugged her close, even though she protested slightly. "I could call in sick tomorrow."
She giggled.
It was the best sound in the world.
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Junior didn't mean to make her cry. Marron was balling her eyes out as she was holding a small piece of paper in her hand. "I'm sorry Marron. If that is not what you want…"
"You big dummy!" She sobbed and threw herself at him. He caught her and hugged her. He would never understand women. "This is wonderful!"
She continued to cry and clutch the small card.
He didn't ask her why she was crying. He knew that would not be a good question. She then kissed him roughly and quickly. Her hands going to his hair. He was startled by the passion. It wasn't that they hadn't kissed before, but she was acting… acting… well, hungry was the only word he could find.
He kissed her back and then found himself pushed back onto the couch rather roughly. Marron seldom used her strength but she was using it now. She looked at the card again and the tears were sliding down her cheeks again.
He was confused.
"You like the idea?" he asked.
"Yes!" She said and dropped herself in his lap. She nearly knocked the wind out of him and before he could recover his breath, she was kissing him again. If he had known she was going to do this, he would have done it a long time ago.
"When can we go?" she said when she came up for air. He was to stunned to respond for a second.
She began to give him an impatient look.
"Uh, In two weeks. It is all planned." He said as he looked up at her. Her hair was framing her face and he cheeks were flushed with excitement.
"Have you told everyone else?" she asked as she sat back a little bit. She brought the little card to her chest.
He shook his head. "Trunks is the only one that knows but he won't tell anyone. He needs me for the next little while at work, but he said that I should take a good two weeks off and more if we needed it. I just want it to be me and you before things get crazy. I want to marry you." He was even pleased that he was able to say it. Marriage had scared him at first. He didn't know why really. What was wrong with staying with someone you loved for the rest of your life? He forgot all the reason he had for being worried about it.
"I thought you would get mad at me for suggesting that we elope." He added. "I thought you would want that big wedding thing."
"We can have a party when we come back," she said and cuddled against his chest and looked at the card. She ran her finger over the heart on the cover and then opened it again. "I will be so romantic," she said. "We will take lots of pictures." It took him a long time to figure out the words to put in the card. It took him a really long time but he wrote down the simple words. I love you. I want to marry you like the princess that you are. Then he had enclosed a picture of a castle. He had the arrangements already made. Come away with me and marry me. Let's elope. Had been the last words and he signed his name at the bottom. Not Junior. But Vegeta.
"Oh," she cooed. "A real castle."
He smiled and hugged her close.
He didn't want to loose her. He wanted to be with her forever.
"'Geta," she purred and kissed him again.
He loved it when she did that.
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A little mushy, but I had to add it…
Soyna.