Being Vegito
By Lady AngelFiren
Part Two: Battle Me
There are only so many things that one little boy can look after when he is planning to deceive the God of the Earth. Trunks, however, was a genius, but it seemed that even he could not pull the whole plan off without a hitch. He felt worry swelling in his tummy, but he forced it away as any brave warrior should. He glanced over at Goten as they flew towards the two figures who were standing on the edge of the Lookout awaiting their arrival. Goten appeared to be completely content. He had a big happy smile plastered across his face and his hair flew back behind him from the wind. He was obviously trusting entirely that Trunks would lead them through this without a hitch. Figures.
Trunks frowned and lowered his brows, but it was hard to be grumpy when the prospect of spending so much time training and eating and just generally goofing off with Goten hovered ahead of them. They looked at one another. Goten's face was still expectant and trusting. Trunks' expression mirrored Goten's. He pulled his eyelid down and stuck out his tongue just for the hell of it, grinning and flying fast ahead of Goten. The younger boy struggled to catch up to his best friend, rocketing along behind him, calling Trunks' name with a whine.
Trunks set his feet down on the lookout. Dende came over to him with Mr. Popo; they both appeared to be confused by the boy's appearance. Trunks wanted to do this as quickly as possible. He had the powder stashed in an extra capsule in his pocket. He pulled said capsule out and let a grin slide over his features cunningly. The vial.rather the capsule, contained a pretty pink substance which Trunks had created himself in his mother's lab. He'd used her notes and her supplies, working when she took her afternoon breaks, if she took them, and sometimes sneaking into he lab in the night or better, the very early morning. It hadn't taken very long, and now Trunks had exactly what he needed. He hit the release on the capsule and threw it between Dende and Mr. Popo.
Trunks quickly flew away, he wanted to get out of the area before the powder got into the air. Goten, however, was still flying towards The Lookout, and he didn't know about the powder so he had no reason to stop. Before Trunks could stop him, Goten landed in front of Dende and Mr. Popo. Figures it would have to be the exact moment that the pink substance exploded from the capsule and floated through the air, landing on Goten and Dende and Mr. Popo. All three of them blinked, looking around at the strange substance. Goten sniffed it. Dende did the same thing. A crinkly look came over Goten's face and he sneezed loudly, sending more of the powder flying through the air. Mr. Popo was also covered in the substance by this time; they all were. Trunks could only stare after the three of them with mild horror on his face as one by one, large, glazed smiles ran over the three creature's faces. Goten and Dende were first to lose it, followed closely by Mr. Popo. Dende giggled and took a wobbly step away from the area, looking around at the sky stretched over him with awe in his eyes. Trunks heard him mumbling to himself as he staggered around. Mr. Popo simply wandered away completely; he disappeared into the Lookout buildings and didn't return.
Trunks sweatdropped big time. He had been expecting Goten to somehow mess something up, perhaps by leaving a clue as to their whereabouts lying around, or maybe by simply blurting out their plan to Dende. But this. this was much worse. Trunks was glad that the powder was only effective if inhaled, he held his breath and swooped over to Goten, who was sitting contentedly on his ass, peering at the sky and the area surrounding him. He barely seemed to register Trunks' presence when he was picked up around the waist and hauled off in the direction of the Time Chamber.
Trunks growled at his stupid best friend and carried him up into the Lookout buildings. The Time Chamber was only supposed to be used once in a lifetime. but what were the consequences if you went inside twice? Goten and Trunks had both spent a long time in there when training for their fight as Gotenks. They knew perfectly well that it was an ideal training environment, and since they brought everything they needed to watch TV and movies, they were all set. They even brought video games.and lets not forget food! But right now Trunks didn't care about any of that. He dropped Goten on the floor beside the Time Chamber door and frowned deeply at the younger boy's state. He was totally out of it. A euphoric smile was pasted firmly in place on his face. His eyes were half closed, watering from the corners so that it looked like Goten was crying, though he was, in all probability, laughing so hard and so thoroughly that he could scarcely function.
Trunks opened the door to the chamber. He wondered if it was supposed to be locked, but it swung right in for whatever reason. The whiteness that was another dimension gleamed appealingly through the doorway. Trunks yanked Goten inside and slammed the door shut.
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Vegito felt Trunks' and Goten's ki as he rocketed through the sky towards the Son household, but he didn't bother to stop. Why make this visit more complicated than it had to be? It would only keep him from training if he stayed here; there wasn't any reason at all to stay.
The slice of his mind that was still rational and emotional argued with him that little Goten would be quite hurt if he didn't at least get a personal visit from what remained of his real father, but Vegito brushed the concern aside easily enough. If Goten had spent seven whole years all alone what did it matter if he spent a little bit longer without a father?
As he finished that thought Vegito snarled in distaste. Despicable! This was not like either of his previous selves! Vegita half had always been a stubborn ass towards his brat, but he had never gone so far as to really stop caring what happened to the boy. And Goku half was likely the most irresponsible parent on the planet, but that had nothing to do with lack of love for his kids. Vegito did have some excitement at the thought of seeing Gohan, however, because he knew that if provoked strongly enough Gohan could be a serious opponent in battle. None of these musings really stayed on Vegito's mind for very long. He set his feet down on the soft green grass that grew all around the small house where Gohan's ki rested.
Vegito pushed the front door to the house open - carefully so that it didn't crumble at his fingertips - and he stepped inside, peering around the cheerful kitchen curiously. Chichi was standing at the sink washing dishes. A garbage can was sitting on the floor beside her, at least half- full of cracked and broken plates. She had a tendency to snap them while washing, thanks to her rather tense hands. Vegito blinked at her backside, a frown curling on his lips.
'What did Kakorotto ever see in this idiot woman. *growl* at least Bulma is attractive for a human.' He thought this to himself as he stared at Chichi's colourful clothing and her slipper-clad feet. He was disturbed by his desire to harm her, that was not something that Goku would have done, nor even Vegita. As it was Vegito's palms curled tightly and energy built in his fists as he watched Chichi in complete silence. She had done nothing at all to provoke him and still he wanted to fight, wanted to hurt her. A hand closing over his shoulder startled him out of his reflections. He responded by whirling around and firing a large ki-blast at Gohan's head.
"Whoa! Yikes! Dad. er. Vegito, its me Gohan! Watch where you're aiming those things!" Gohan closed his thumb and forefinger over a smoking spike of his hair, which had just barely escaped the brunt of the blind attack. The wall behind him was decimated beyond repair; ashes and rubble were still settling. Gohan had an uncertain look on his face, the look of someone who is approaching a strange animal that appears feral at best. He slowly stood to his full height, but his eyes never left the slightly shorter man standing before him. He appeared mistrustful now. Gohan generally had a happy, carefree look on his face when he was around his father, but this new being posed an unpredictable threat and he had his guard up.
Chichi was staring at Vegito with fury building on her face. She was the proverbial volcano, ready to blow its top and spew lava and smoke all over the innocents at her feet. The only difference is that this particular volcano didn't recognize the being who stood before here with a challenging smirk on his face. Her lips fell open in confusion and she struggled for something to say, but having nothing she brought her frying pan from behind her back and aimed to thwap the newcomer over the head with it. Chichi was shocked when Vegito's hand came up to snatch the pan from her grasp. She heard a groaning sound as the metal twisted and crumpled easily at the stranger's will. He dropped the tiny little metal ball that was her frying pan into her palm and favoured her with a grin. Chichi made a small gasp and passed out cold, Gohan caught her easily before she hit the floor.
The demi-saiyajin offered only a dark, unhappy look to Vegito. He carried Chichi out of the room and set her prone form on the living room couch, pulling a blanket over her and returning to what remained of the kitchen to speak with his. to speak with Vegito. He sweatdropped uncertainly and shifted on his feet, nervousness coming over him. As it was, Vegito didn't seem real friendly-like, and Gohan had enough trouble expressing what was on his mind to begin with, never mind all this complicated extra stuff on top of it. He opened his mouth, doing better at trying to speak than Chichi had moments before.
"V-Vegito. uhm. hi. Why are you here?"
The Saiyajin gave Gohan a calculating look. "You're my brat. I came to see you. Duh. so you wanna spar?" His countenance changed in mere seconds as his thoughts turned full-force towards fighting and training. As it was his power level was very high and he hadn't even powered up yet. Vegito could feel anticipation for battle brewing in his belly, it urged him to do something to make Gohan fight with him. He advanced a few paces, staring unblinkingly up at his son, his desires plain on his face. "Fight me." He balled his fists and began to raise his ki, assuming that Gohan would follow suit and they could battle.
Gohan was made nervous by this display, he put his hands up in an apologetic gesture and blushed some, shaking his head. "I. I can't. I'm studying. I've got school, remember?" The half saiyajin felt horrible, his father never wanted to do much of anything with him and here lay the opportunity to spend time with what remained of the man and he was turning it down. He did have schoolwork to do, never mind that he already knew all of what he needed to know, it made what he said the truth to say it like this. Deception was certainly not one of Gohan's stronger points.
Vegito snorted and waved Gohan's protests thoughtlessly away, taking two steps closer to him so that they were nearly nose to nose. "Battle me." He ordered this time, a snarl forming in the back of his throat. He bared his teeth at Gohan and raised a fist to grasp the front of the boy's shirt. He made to push Gohan backward through the hole he'd blown in the kitchen wall so they could go outside and fight, but Gohan sidestepped his shove and moved away from Vegito, out onto the lawn. Whatever happened, Vegito supposed, Gohan would not want to destroy anymore of his mother's home.
Gohan was feeling distinctly nervous about Vegito's behavior. He frowned inwardly, his thoughts running in fearful little circles. Vegito was dangerous! He had already attacked without provocation, and now half the Son kitchen was gone and Chichi's precious frying pan was little more than a lump of iron. Well, actually the last part wasn't really so bad... in fact, now that he thought about, maybe he should try to be a little more open-minded. Vegito was here to stay, once things got settled down then it'd be normal for him to be around.. Vegito was half his very own father after all. Gohan straightened up and tried not to look too nervous, though really he was naturally uncertain around Goku thanks to his prolonged absences during Gohan's younger years. He felt hesitant tension building in his chest. "You. want to battle with me?" He asked the grinning countenance that was only slightly familiar looking. He could feel warmth wafting off of Vegito's skin, he was warm like Goku had been. Gohan recalled that he liked to hug his father when he was much younger, perhaps it was the saiyajin blood in him or maybe he was just really healthy or something, but Gohan very much enjoyed being close to his father, it made him feel safe. Now he wanted that same security back, he wanted to have his father back.
Vegito frowned impatiently at the boy he was standing before. Gohan's face was rather blank, he was staring slightly downwards to meet Vegito's eyes, but he seemed to be thinking to himself rather than focusing on his challenger. Vegito poked Gohan pointedly in the chest. "Come boy, we're going to battle, think later, fight me now."
Gohan sweatdropped. "Vegito. I'll fight you but. I don't want to. why do you want to battle me? Can't we maybe. uhm. eat lunch or something? Aren't you hungry?" Vegito's eyes brightened visibly and a large, expectant grin came over his face. He put his hands to his stomach, which growled accordingly.
"Yeah! Now that you mention it, I'm starving! But after we eat I'm going to kick your sorry ass brat." Vegito trailed off on that line of speech with a low chuckle, eyeing Gohan carefully. Gohan shivered and wished his father would come back and give him a hug. He lowered his head a little.
"Vegito. are you. are you my father now? I mean. uhm. I know you're half him. but are you going to treat me like I'm your son?" Gohan looked at his feet uncertainly, this was hard to ask. He longed for the closeness that he had never truly received from anybody. He wanted not to be alone anymore. The man standing before him only made him feel more lost, and more isolated, however Gohan hoped that if Vegito was here for good then maybe he could be persuaded to play a more prominent role in his children's lives. Not only himself, Goten too. And Trunks. Trunks would have brothers now.sort of. But Chichi and Bulma. there would no doubt be something awful and violent and loud between them. ultimately though, Gohan thought they'd have to come to a compromise of sorts, so that they could both have Vegito and so that they could each take care of their own children. Gohan suspected he and Goten and Chichi might end up moving to CC in the near future.
Vegito frowned at the boy standing before him, aggression building in him, he wanted to smack Gohan for even asking him such a dumb question, except Bulma's earlier words rang true in his mind. He could not seem to escape the fact that the brat was his own spawn. He would just have to find a way around that. or perhaps it could even work to his advantage. hmm.
Gohan turned away from Vegito when he didn't receive any answer to his question. He took it for a 'no' and proceeded towards the pantry to collect food to cook for lunch. Gohan had taken a Home Economics class at Orange Star High, and he'd discovered he was quite good at all kinds of cooking. He enjoyed it thoroughly, however pastries and cakes and muffins seemed to be his strong point. But anybody. well maybe with the exception of Goten. anybody else could steam rice, that was simple.
Vegito watched Gohan from his place standing with his arms crossed over his chest, he eyed the boy scrupulously, watching the way he moved, seeing the natural grace in him which indicated that he was a fighter. The powerful build of his shoulders and the musculature that was visible through the material of his shirt demonstrated his Saiyajin heritage. Vegito smiled approvingly at the boy, feeling rather better now that he would get to fight. He took a seat at the table, turning his back on the destroyed wall of the kitchen; he focused instead on Gohan and his actions. After about ten minutes of watching and thinking, Vegito was drawing slow but sure conclusions about what sort of relationship he wanted to have with his son. He didn't despise the boy or want to kill him, he approved of his intelligence, though he thought some fatherly coaxing would certainly help with how much of a wimp Gohan seemed to be under various kinds of pressure. He wanted to give the boy confidence in himself and his abilities, but he also wanted to see him reach the highest potential that he could in battle. Gohan was setting dishes and chopsticks on the table when Vegito finally spoke up.
"Yes Gohan. you are my son, and I'm gonna treat you like you are. you need to train more, to get stronger. I'll train you."
Gohan sighed. Hearing that tugged him in two completely different directions. On one hand, he felt honoured and excited that Vegito was going to train him, however on the other hand, he was scared that he would never obtain what he really wanted out of a relationship with Vegito like this. Gohan blinked at the figure seated rather impatiently at the table with his arms folded over his chest. He was leaning back in his chair, looking at the ceiling uninterestedly. Gohan moved away from the rice on the stove and approached Vegito curiously. He stood a few paces away from him and studied him, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable with himself.
"You. only want to train me then." He trailed quietly, disappointment written all over his face and apparent in his voice.
Vegito didn't look at him. "Ah, I am offering my skills to you, I wish to train you so that you may obtain your full potential and be powerful, as you were meant to be."
"But. why? How come you're like this. is. where's the side that's my father? Isn't there some Goku left in you? You're talking all weird and. and. you're not. him."
"Idiot brat, if course I am not him, I am neither Vegita nor Goku, I am Vegito, get used to it. You should be honoured that I'm offering to train you, I'm the most powerful being in the universe."
Gohan felt his chest tighten. He didn't like hearing this, it was like the mixture if Vegita's overconfidence and pride was only backed up by Goku's sheer power and indifference. The combination was kind of like Vegita - more so than it was Goku - though their voices were a perfect, eerie blend, and the body that Vegito possessed was perfect in every way that Gohan could see, save the fact that he lacked a tail.
"Yeah but. don't you care about anything besides fighting?"
"Why should I? Nothing else is worth my time or efforts."
Gohan's heart sank at that. He visibly sagged and grit his teeth to keep himself from crying like a damn baby in front of Vegito. He piled rice onto the man's plate and gave himself rice as well, taking a seat across from Vegito at the table. He looked at the black-haired Saiyajin, etched the details of his smooth face and determined countenance firmly into his memory. "Me and Goten and Trunks aren't worth your time.?"
Vegito frowned at that and chewed thoughtfully, but he never bothered to answer; he couldn't really decide whether the three boys were worth much of anything to him that didn't have to do with their power. He really didn't know.
Gohan continued to watch him sadly as he poked at his meal.
End Part Two To Be Continued.
Hey hey, here's part two ! ^_^ Uhm, I suppose not too much happened in this part, but I need to build up some background and such before the fic can really take off. Hah! Trunks and Goten made it into the Time Chamber! Mwahah! Yay. and what about Gohan and Vegito, what do people think of how they are interacting? My Gohan's kinda traumatized at the moment, but hopefully he'll be bettery soon. Ttyl, ciao!
Lady AngelFiren
There are only so many things that one little boy can look after when he is planning to deceive the God of the Earth. Trunks, however, was a genius, but it seemed that even he could not pull the whole plan off without a hitch. He felt worry swelling in his tummy, but he forced it away as any brave warrior should. He glanced over at Goten as they flew towards the two figures who were standing on the edge of the Lookout awaiting their arrival. Goten appeared to be completely content. He had a big happy smile plastered across his face and his hair flew back behind him from the wind. He was obviously trusting entirely that Trunks would lead them through this without a hitch. Figures.
Trunks frowned and lowered his brows, but it was hard to be grumpy when the prospect of spending so much time training and eating and just generally goofing off with Goten hovered ahead of them. They looked at one another. Goten's face was still expectant and trusting. Trunks' expression mirrored Goten's. He pulled his eyelid down and stuck out his tongue just for the hell of it, grinning and flying fast ahead of Goten. The younger boy struggled to catch up to his best friend, rocketing along behind him, calling Trunks' name with a whine.
Trunks set his feet down on the lookout. Dende came over to him with Mr. Popo; they both appeared to be confused by the boy's appearance. Trunks wanted to do this as quickly as possible. He had the powder stashed in an extra capsule in his pocket. He pulled said capsule out and let a grin slide over his features cunningly. The vial.rather the capsule, contained a pretty pink substance which Trunks had created himself in his mother's lab. He'd used her notes and her supplies, working when she took her afternoon breaks, if she took them, and sometimes sneaking into he lab in the night or better, the very early morning. It hadn't taken very long, and now Trunks had exactly what he needed. He hit the release on the capsule and threw it between Dende and Mr. Popo.
Trunks quickly flew away, he wanted to get out of the area before the powder got into the air. Goten, however, was still flying towards The Lookout, and he didn't know about the powder so he had no reason to stop. Before Trunks could stop him, Goten landed in front of Dende and Mr. Popo. Figures it would have to be the exact moment that the pink substance exploded from the capsule and floated through the air, landing on Goten and Dende and Mr. Popo. All three of them blinked, looking around at the strange substance. Goten sniffed it. Dende did the same thing. A crinkly look came over Goten's face and he sneezed loudly, sending more of the powder flying through the air. Mr. Popo was also covered in the substance by this time; they all were. Trunks could only stare after the three of them with mild horror on his face as one by one, large, glazed smiles ran over the three creature's faces. Goten and Dende were first to lose it, followed closely by Mr. Popo. Dende giggled and took a wobbly step away from the area, looking around at the sky stretched over him with awe in his eyes. Trunks heard him mumbling to himself as he staggered around. Mr. Popo simply wandered away completely; he disappeared into the Lookout buildings and didn't return.
Trunks sweatdropped big time. He had been expecting Goten to somehow mess something up, perhaps by leaving a clue as to their whereabouts lying around, or maybe by simply blurting out their plan to Dende. But this. this was much worse. Trunks was glad that the powder was only effective if inhaled, he held his breath and swooped over to Goten, who was sitting contentedly on his ass, peering at the sky and the area surrounding him. He barely seemed to register Trunks' presence when he was picked up around the waist and hauled off in the direction of the Time Chamber.
Trunks growled at his stupid best friend and carried him up into the Lookout buildings. The Time Chamber was only supposed to be used once in a lifetime. but what were the consequences if you went inside twice? Goten and Trunks had both spent a long time in there when training for their fight as Gotenks. They knew perfectly well that it was an ideal training environment, and since they brought everything they needed to watch TV and movies, they were all set. They even brought video games.and lets not forget food! But right now Trunks didn't care about any of that. He dropped Goten on the floor beside the Time Chamber door and frowned deeply at the younger boy's state. He was totally out of it. A euphoric smile was pasted firmly in place on his face. His eyes were half closed, watering from the corners so that it looked like Goten was crying, though he was, in all probability, laughing so hard and so thoroughly that he could scarcely function.
Trunks opened the door to the chamber. He wondered if it was supposed to be locked, but it swung right in for whatever reason. The whiteness that was another dimension gleamed appealingly through the doorway. Trunks yanked Goten inside and slammed the door shut.
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Vegito felt Trunks' and Goten's ki as he rocketed through the sky towards the Son household, but he didn't bother to stop. Why make this visit more complicated than it had to be? It would only keep him from training if he stayed here; there wasn't any reason at all to stay.
The slice of his mind that was still rational and emotional argued with him that little Goten would be quite hurt if he didn't at least get a personal visit from what remained of his real father, but Vegito brushed the concern aside easily enough. If Goten had spent seven whole years all alone what did it matter if he spent a little bit longer without a father?
As he finished that thought Vegito snarled in distaste. Despicable! This was not like either of his previous selves! Vegita half had always been a stubborn ass towards his brat, but he had never gone so far as to really stop caring what happened to the boy. And Goku half was likely the most irresponsible parent on the planet, but that had nothing to do with lack of love for his kids. Vegito did have some excitement at the thought of seeing Gohan, however, because he knew that if provoked strongly enough Gohan could be a serious opponent in battle. None of these musings really stayed on Vegito's mind for very long. He set his feet down on the soft green grass that grew all around the small house where Gohan's ki rested.
Vegito pushed the front door to the house open - carefully so that it didn't crumble at his fingertips - and he stepped inside, peering around the cheerful kitchen curiously. Chichi was standing at the sink washing dishes. A garbage can was sitting on the floor beside her, at least half- full of cracked and broken plates. She had a tendency to snap them while washing, thanks to her rather tense hands. Vegito blinked at her backside, a frown curling on his lips.
'What did Kakorotto ever see in this idiot woman. *growl* at least Bulma is attractive for a human.' He thought this to himself as he stared at Chichi's colourful clothing and her slipper-clad feet. He was disturbed by his desire to harm her, that was not something that Goku would have done, nor even Vegita. As it was Vegito's palms curled tightly and energy built in his fists as he watched Chichi in complete silence. She had done nothing at all to provoke him and still he wanted to fight, wanted to hurt her. A hand closing over his shoulder startled him out of his reflections. He responded by whirling around and firing a large ki-blast at Gohan's head.
"Whoa! Yikes! Dad. er. Vegito, its me Gohan! Watch where you're aiming those things!" Gohan closed his thumb and forefinger over a smoking spike of his hair, which had just barely escaped the brunt of the blind attack. The wall behind him was decimated beyond repair; ashes and rubble were still settling. Gohan had an uncertain look on his face, the look of someone who is approaching a strange animal that appears feral at best. He slowly stood to his full height, but his eyes never left the slightly shorter man standing before him. He appeared mistrustful now. Gohan generally had a happy, carefree look on his face when he was around his father, but this new being posed an unpredictable threat and he had his guard up.
Chichi was staring at Vegito with fury building on her face. She was the proverbial volcano, ready to blow its top and spew lava and smoke all over the innocents at her feet. The only difference is that this particular volcano didn't recognize the being who stood before here with a challenging smirk on his face. Her lips fell open in confusion and she struggled for something to say, but having nothing she brought her frying pan from behind her back and aimed to thwap the newcomer over the head with it. Chichi was shocked when Vegito's hand came up to snatch the pan from her grasp. She heard a groaning sound as the metal twisted and crumpled easily at the stranger's will. He dropped the tiny little metal ball that was her frying pan into her palm and favoured her with a grin. Chichi made a small gasp and passed out cold, Gohan caught her easily before she hit the floor.
The demi-saiyajin offered only a dark, unhappy look to Vegito. He carried Chichi out of the room and set her prone form on the living room couch, pulling a blanket over her and returning to what remained of the kitchen to speak with his. to speak with Vegito. He sweatdropped uncertainly and shifted on his feet, nervousness coming over him. As it was, Vegito didn't seem real friendly-like, and Gohan had enough trouble expressing what was on his mind to begin with, never mind all this complicated extra stuff on top of it. He opened his mouth, doing better at trying to speak than Chichi had moments before.
"V-Vegito. uhm. hi. Why are you here?"
The Saiyajin gave Gohan a calculating look. "You're my brat. I came to see you. Duh. so you wanna spar?" His countenance changed in mere seconds as his thoughts turned full-force towards fighting and training. As it was his power level was very high and he hadn't even powered up yet. Vegito could feel anticipation for battle brewing in his belly, it urged him to do something to make Gohan fight with him. He advanced a few paces, staring unblinkingly up at his son, his desires plain on his face. "Fight me." He balled his fists and began to raise his ki, assuming that Gohan would follow suit and they could battle.
Gohan was made nervous by this display, he put his hands up in an apologetic gesture and blushed some, shaking his head. "I. I can't. I'm studying. I've got school, remember?" The half saiyajin felt horrible, his father never wanted to do much of anything with him and here lay the opportunity to spend time with what remained of the man and he was turning it down. He did have schoolwork to do, never mind that he already knew all of what he needed to know, it made what he said the truth to say it like this. Deception was certainly not one of Gohan's stronger points.
Vegito snorted and waved Gohan's protests thoughtlessly away, taking two steps closer to him so that they were nearly nose to nose. "Battle me." He ordered this time, a snarl forming in the back of his throat. He bared his teeth at Gohan and raised a fist to grasp the front of the boy's shirt. He made to push Gohan backward through the hole he'd blown in the kitchen wall so they could go outside and fight, but Gohan sidestepped his shove and moved away from Vegito, out onto the lawn. Whatever happened, Vegito supposed, Gohan would not want to destroy anymore of his mother's home.
Gohan was feeling distinctly nervous about Vegito's behavior. He frowned inwardly, his thoughts running in fearful little circles. Vegito was dangerous! He had already attacked without provocation, and now half the Son kitchen was gone and Chichi's precious frying pan was little more than a lump of iron. Well, actually the last part wasn't really so bad... in fact, now that he thought about, maybe he should try to be a little more open-minded. Vegito was here to stay, once things got settled down then it'd be normal for him to be around.. Vegito was half his very own father after all. Gohan straightened up and tried not to look too nervous, though really he was naturally uncertain around Goku thanks to his prolonged absences during Gohan's younger years. He felt hesitant tension building in his chest. "You. want to battle with me?" He asked the grinning countenance that was only slightly familiar looking. He could feel warmth wafting off of Vegito's skin, he was warm like Goku had been. Gohan recalled that he liked to hug his father when he was much younger, perhaps it was the saiyajin blood in him or maybe he was just really healthy or something, but Gohan very much enjoyed being close to his father, it made him feel safe. Now he wanted that same security back, he wanted to have his father back.
Vegito frowned impatiently at the boy he was standing before. Gohan's face was rather blank, he was staring slightly downwards to meet Vegito's eyes, but he seemed to be thinking to himself rather than focusing on his challenger. Vegito poked Gohan pointedly in the chest. "Come boy, we're going to battle, think later, fight me now."
Gohan sweatdropped. "Vegito. I'll fight you but. I don't want to. why do you want to battle me? Can't we maybe. uhm. eat lunch or something? Aren't you hungry?" Vegito's eyes brightened visibly and a large, expectant grin came over his face. He put his hands to his stomach, which growled accordingly.
"Yeah! Now that you mention it, I'm starving! But after we eat I'm going to kick your sorry ass brat." Vegito trailed off on that line of speech with a low chuckle, eyeing Gohan carefully. Gohan shivered and wished his father would come back and give him a hug. He lowered his head a little.
"Vegito. are you. are you my father now? I mean. uhm. I know you're half him. but are you going to treat me like I'm your son?" Gohan looked at his feet uncertainly, this was hard to ask. He longed for the closeness that he had never truly received from anybody. He wanted not to be alone anymore. The man standing before him only made him feel more lost, and more isolated, however Gohan hoped that if Vegito was here for good then maybe he could be persuaded to play a more prominent role in his children's lives. Not only himself, Goten too. And Trunks. Trunks would have brothers now.sort of. But Chichi and Bulma. there would no doubt be something awful and violent and loud between them. ultimately though, Gohan thought they'd have to come to a compromise of sorts, so that they could both have Vegito and so that they could each take care of their own children. Gohan suspected he and Goten and Chichi might end up moving to CC in the near future.
Vegito frowned at the boy standing before him, aggression building in him, he wanted to smack Gohan for even asking him such a dumb question, except Bulma's earlier words rang true in his mind. He could not seem to escape the fact that the brat was his own spawn. He would just have to find a way around that. or perhaps it could even work to his advantage. hmm.
Gohan turned away from Vegito when he didn't receive any answer to his question. He took it for a 'no' and proceeded towards the pantry to collect food to cook for lunch. Gohan had taken a Home Economics class at Orange Star High, and he'd discovered he was quite good at all kinds of cooking. He enjoyed it thoroughly, however pastries and cakes and muffins seemed to be his strong point. But anybody. well maybe with the exception of Goten. anybody else could steam rice, that was simple.
Vegito watched Gohan from his place standing with his arms crossed over his chest, he eyed the boy scrupulously, watching the way he moved, seeing the natural grace in him which indicated that he was a fighter. The powerful build of his shoulders and the musculature that was visible through the material of his shirt demonstrated his Saiyajin heritage. Vegito smiled approvingly at the boy, feeling rather better now that he would get to fight. He took a seat at the table, turning his back on the destroyed wall of the kitchen; he focused instead on Gohan and his actions. After about ten minutes of watching and thinking, Vegito was drawing slow but sure conclusions about what sort of relationship he wanted to have with his son. He didn't despise the boy or want to kill him, he approved of his intelligence, though he thought some fatherly coaxing would certainly help with how much of a wimp Gohan seemed to be under various kinds of pressure. He wanted to give the boy confidence in himself and his abilities, but he also wanted to see him reach the highest potential that he could in battle. Gohan was setting dishes and chopsticks on the table when Vegito finally spoke up.
"Yes Gohan. you are my son, and I'm gonna treat you like you are. you need to train more, to get stronger. I'll train you."
Gohan sighed. Hearing that tugged him in two completely different directions. On one hand, he felt honoured and excited that Vegito was going to train him, however on the other hand, he was scared that he would never obtain what he really wanted out of a relationship with Vegito like this. Gohan blinked at the figure seated rather impatiently at the table with his arms folded over his chest. He was leaning back in his chair, looking at the ceiling uninterestedly. Gohan moved away from the rice on the stove and approached Vegito curiously. He stood a few paces away from him and studied him, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable with himself.
"You. only want to train me then." He trailed quietly, disappointment written all over his face and apparent in his voice.
Vegito didn't look at him. "Ah, I am offering my skills to you, I wish to train you so that you may obtain your full potential and be powerful, as you were meant to be."
"But. why? How come you're like this. is. where's the side that's my father? Isn't there some Goku left in you? You're talking all weird and. and. you're not. him."
"Idiot brat, if course I am not him, I am neither Vegita nor Goku, I am Vegito, get used to it. You should be honoured that I'm offering to train you, I'm the most powerful being in the universe."
Gohan felt his chest tighten. He didn't like hearing this, it was like the mixture if Vegita's overconfidence and pride was only backed up by Goku's sheer power and indifference. The combination was kind of like Vegita - more so than it was Goku - though their voices were a perfect, eerie blend, and the body that Vegito possessed was perfect in every way that Gohan could see, save the fact that he lacked a tail.
"Yeah but. don't you care about anything besides fighting?"
"Why should I? Nothing else is worth my time or efforts."
Gohan's heart sank at that. He visibly sagged and grit his teeth to keep himself from crying like a damn baby in front of Vegito. He piled rice onto the man's plate and gave himself rice as well, taking a seat across from Vegito at the table. He looked at the black-haired Saiyajin, etched the details of his smooth face and determined countenance firmly into his memory. "Me and Goten and Trunks aren't worth your time.?"
Vegito frowned at that and chewed thoughtfully, but he never bothered to answer; he couldn't really decide whether the three boys were worth much of anything to him that didn't have to do with their power. He really didn't know.
Gohan continued to watch him sadly as he poked at his meal.
End Part Two To Be Continued.
Hey hey, here's part two ! ^_^ Uhm, I suppose not too much happened in this part, but I need to build up some background and such before the fic can really take off. Hah! Trunks and Goten made it into the Time Chamber! Mwahah! Yay. and what about Gohan and Vegito, what do people think of how they are interacting? My Gohan's kinda traumatized at the moment, but hopefully he'll be bettery soon. Ttyl, ciao!
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