Being Vegito
By Lady AngelFiren
Part Three: Replacement Father
Gohan stared at Vegito as he slowly shoveled rice into his mouth. He was still hungry, despite being uncomfortable and upset. He was half saiyajin, after all, hunger was nearly always present in him. He tensed as Vegito's eyes flickered in his direction. The fusion snorted at Gohan, pushing his empty platter away and clicking his teeth together. Gohan swallowed nervously.
"Did you have enough to eat? there's more.... "
Vegito's fists slammed down on the table, instantly reducing it to a pile of splintered wood on the floor. Gohan sweatdropped and hopped to a standing position, his hands in nervous fists. He wasn't sure what to do, he had no way of predicting Vegito's actions.
"Come boy, we battle now. If you can keep up with me maybe I'll do something you want to do later."
Vegito snorted once more like he already knew it was stupid to expect that Gohan could keep up with him in a fight. He grinned as he realized that he was the most powerful being in the entire universe. And this boy...his son....was second to him. He was honoured by that, and so he felt like training Gohan to be almost as powerful as himself would be a definite way of maintaining his own status.
Gohan's heart fluttered in his chest. Vegito would do something he wanted to do? This made him uncertain, he never knew his father to be at all reliable, though he wasn't a man to break his word unless it was the only choice presented to him. But Vegita.... Gohan suddenly wished he had spent more time with Vegita while Goku was dead. Maybe then this wouldn't be as weird for him. As it was, Gohan resolved to do his best, to prove himself to Vegito. Slacking off never got anybody anywhere. Running away was even worse. The only thing to do was follow Vegito out to battle.
Vegito stood from the table, a healthy sized grin still on his lips and a crackling electricity in his countenance. He raised his ki and blasted straight upwards, creating a large hole in the kitchen ceiling. He was aware of Gohan's sigh at the destruction, but it felt nothing short of satisfying to him. Gohan followed him out and up.
Vegito led Gohan to the place where they had first battled Radditz. The earth stretched out before the pair, dry and dusty and devoid of anything save various craters from previous battles. Vegito selected this spot because he didn't want to hurt any heedless little humans with his might, he didn't like the thought of senseless slaughter in that particular context, though it seemed very appealing when he thought of it from other angles. Gohan seemed to relax when he saw their destination, Vegito glanced at him from the corner of his eye and flashed his teeth.
"Ok boy, prove your strength to me and we'll see how much you deserve my company." Vegito favoured Gohan with a confident look and he let himself drop to the earth, spreading his legs and leaning forward. His stance was neither Goku's nor Vegita's, obviously. Gohan realized that this might be more challenging than he'd anticipated when he saw the unfamiliar stance. It was confident, like everything else about Vegito. Gohan dropped into his own stance and locked eyes with the Saiyajin fighter. He shivered at the ferocity in his opponent.
Gohan tried to push thoughts of his mother and brother and his studies from his mind. He was going to go to college, that's what he had been studying for, but really he wasn't s sure that's what he wanted to do. Vegito's appearance was a welcome distraction from his lonely confusion. Gohan had pictured himself married or at least seeing someone by now... it bothered him that he wasn't involved. He'd really thought things would go differently with Videl. After she was wished back he'd been excited to see her. Unfortunately she'd explained to him that she needed some time to think. It wasn't a definite no... just... a depressing let down. Gohan felt anger brewing inside him now. He was angry at his loneliness and his weakness. He figured that one of the reasons Videl had turned him away was because of the changes in himself. After training on the Kai planet Gohan had returned to Earth with fresh confidence. He'd straightened up and started looking people in the eyes when he spoke instead of nervously glancing at his toes. He'd felt much better about himself, stronger in ways that he'd always felt weak. Videl had been put off by it. Girls were so complex... Gohan wasn't even sure why it bothered her that he'd changed. He had been expecting her to be happy for him, but instead she was intimidated by him. Gohan supposed that wasn't s strange... Videl was composed of irrationality and anger as well as weakness. She reacted in a volatile manner quite often, even to little things.
Gohan sighed, her turning him away made him feel bad about himself. He was glad for the challenge before him, and determined to do his best. If he had nothing else to hold onto to keep himself from crumbling, then at least he could fight. He was good at battle, he didn't enjoy it much though. Fortunately, this was sparring and not real battling. Or so he believed.
Vegito frowned at Gohan's thoughtful face. He found himself picking out the flaws in his son, but he urged himself not to be so critical. He huffed a breath and motioned for Gohan to bring it on.
Vegito watched as Gohan hardened his eyes and his body language, straightening, tensing. He felt warmth tingle his senses. It marked the distinct rise in Gohan's ki. Vegito smirked more deeply at the teen and waited until Gohan's ki level matched his own. When it did, he lunged forward aggressively, slamming an unforgiving fist solidly into Gohan's jaw. The half-saiyajin's eyes grew wide with shock and he flew backwards off his feet, smashing into a pile of rocks and mud somewhere behind where he'd been standing. Vegito didn't stop there, he flew straight after Gohan, tossing boulders from his path. He grabbed the stunned brat and yanked him by his ankle from the rubble surrounding him. He tossed Gohan up and shot a white blast at him. The energy struck Gohan and sent him flying once more, only this time he went up. Vegito prepared himself to fly after his opponent and beat on him some more.
Gohan grit his teeth as he felt the second attack connect with his backside. The heat of Vegito's ki was terrible and powerful. His clothing was singed immediately from the white hot power and he felt blisters forming on his back. Gohan struggled to twist around in the air and block, however he found himself already flying up into the clouds, propelled by the power of the blast. Gohan sucked in a heavy breath and forced himself not to power up anymore than he already was, he sensed that if he powered up then Vegito would as well, and that was the last thing he wanted at the moment. He was just getting off on the wrong foot. He felt a little better to be out of range of another attack. Gohan finally managed to twist himself around in the air, but when his gaze fell upon the Earth far below he discovered Vegito to be gone.
Vegito used his Instant transmission to disappear from Gohan's view right before the brat had a chance to turn and face him. He reappeared behind Gohan and aimed an attack at him, lunging forwards with his fists together, prepared to smash into Gohan's smoking back and send him back to the rocky terrain below.
Vegito's fighting style was confident and forceful. He enjoyed surprising an opponent, getting the better of them. Every time his fists and feet connected with Gohan's body a surge of delight flew through him. He felt lust, he felt completion, battle was what he was made for, battle was his sustenance. When he fought he knew there was nothing else that could make him feel like this.
Vegito was also a very talented fighter, he was watching closely for Gohan to come back at him, watching for the half-saiyajin to turn on him with some kind of surprise move or blast. He expected it of the boy, even if Gohan was known to fight fair and square and face to face. However, Vegito underestimated his son's speed and his tolerance for pain. He didn't have a chance to react when Gohan spun around and grabbed his wrists, using kinetic energy as well as his ki to powerfully flip Vegito over his head. While Vegito was still trying to figure out what was going on, Gohan delivered a kick squarely to his chest, sending him flying downwards so fast that the entire planet shook when he hit it. A crater formed in the already littered dirt around him and he sank like a hot knife through butter into the rubble and dust.
Gohan would normally pause a moment to see if the attack had stunned or injured his opponent, however he had seen from the way Vegito started the fight that he was going to use any and all opportunities available to him to attack. Gohan was somewhat pleased with himself for sensing the fusion behind him and successfully ruining his attack. He flew quickly to the dirt below, peering into the crater where the dust was still thick and nearly opaque. Gohan could easily sense Vegito's ki, he took a few steps back and made himself ready for another assault.
The fused saiyajin growled in his chest, spitting dirt from his mouth and rising from the crater. He needed an opportunity to gloat now, but first he had to get Gohan down, hurt him, somehow prove himself stronger. Well that wouldn't be a challenge. He smirked inwardly, reminding himself that he was the most powerful being in the universe. Vegito knew Gohan would be no match for him. Nevertheless, he intended to drag this out, to get the most exercise out of the spar as possible.
He thought momentarily about how he'd insisted Gohan battle with him. Was this a battle or a spar? Even he wasn't sure. He wanted to win, he was competitive in that context. He didn't like the thought of losing even for the sake of teaching something to the brat. But he wasn't planning on killing Gohan... so this was more a spar than a battle - it was a friendly match. Having made his mind up about that, Vegito launched himself out of the dust, straight towards the brat, who he knew was waiting for him at the ready.
He landed before Gohan and dropped into stance, again locking eyes with his opponent and offering a challenging snarl. He pulled his lips back from his teeth and growled. Gohan blinked at him, looking a little puzzled, but not distracted. The next thing Vegito knew he was being forced to block a flurry of powerful attacks; Gohan's knees, fists, feet and elbows flew at him with amazing precision and speed. Gohan even smacked him in the face with his forehead at one point. Vegito blocked where possible, taking a few hits but stopping the majority of them. He wanted this to be a battle of skill, not power. He was careful not to raise his power level at all, intending to do so only if Gohan did it first. He grabbed one of Gohan's wrists and squeezed, placing his free hand on Gohan's shoulder and sweeping his feet out from under him with a cleverly placed leg. Gohan lost his balance and Vegito smashed a knee into his son's rib cage when he hit the dirt. Gohan gasped in surprise, automatically blasting Vegito off of him and panting, attempting to catch his breath.
Vegito landed on his feet not far from Gohan. He smirked in pleasure, happy that his son was able to defend himself against basic attacks. He already knew Gohan was a skilled fighter and he wanted to bring out as much of that as he could with his moves. Vegito readied himself for Gohan's next attack. He preferred to let the brat start things out. It allowed him to pick up on Gohan's fighting style more completely, and at the same time he was able to avoid giving away any of his own techniques.
Gohan caught his breath and hopped to his feet. He made certain to keep any indications that Vegito had hurt him off his face. It wasn't too hard, he was not really hurt from the blow he'd received to his ribs. It did ache some, but not nearly enough to matter. Gohan thought of what attack he might use next. Despite all the thinking going on in the battle, they'd only been at it for a matter of minutes at the most, things moved along quickly. Gohan again attacked Vegito, and again he managed only to get in a few good hits before he was effectively countered and knocked off balance. He grit his teeth with a determined edge and returned to his feet.
"You're good at this Vegito." He stated, wiping a trickle of blood from his cheek. He intoned the words with confidence, trying not to let on that he felt like he had little to no chance in beating his opponent.
The battle continued for some time. Gohan would attack and be beaten to the earth. After awhile, he was starting to look disheveled and he was not doing as well in his attacks. Neither of them had powered up any more, but Vegito could hit a hell of a lot harder than Gohan could. He was taking the heat for his weakness. He was bleeding from several scrapes and slices, one of his eyes was swollen shut, and he had a nasty looking burn over almost all of his back from Vegito's initial blast attack. He staggered to his feet, panting.
"I think I need to take a breather for awhile... besides, mom's gonna be really pissed at me... do you think we could pick this up again tomorrow or something?"
Vegito had just been about to start in harder on Gohan. A dark look crossed his features and he made tight fists of his palms. "What do you mean you want to stop? What kind of warrior are you? Stop!? We aren't even halfway through this boy! I barely have a scratch on me! If you want to quit then you had better think of a way to beat me, because I'm not letting you go until you do."
Gohan's jaw dropped at that and he took a nervous step back from the menacing figure approaching him. He didn't like the way Vegito was looking at him. "Uh... I said I'd spar with you... I can't just up and waste my whole day here... I have a lot of studying to do for college and now I'll have to help Mom fix the kitchen and get a new table... and I'm supposed to go with her to do groceries later... sorry Vegito..."
Vegito shivered angrily, his nails digging into his palms. He saw red. The irrational anger that was caused by the excess testosterone in him made Gohan's reasonable explanation for why he couldn't spar all day seem like an infuriating excuse not to fight. He immediately powered up and launched a large blast at his son, leaping clear over the boy's head to get behind him and kicking him straight into the blast. Gohan was, of course, caught off his guard and was not able to do so much as raise his arms in self- defense. He felt the white hot energy envelope him as he sank into it, fire stretching over his flesh and burning what remained of his clothes straight off his body. Desperate to keep himself from being blackened by the blast, Gohan moved up to super saiyajin and managed to overpower the heat around him. Not before he was injured by it, however. His hair faded back to black moments later and he offered Vegito a confused look.
"Hey I don't wanna fight anymore, ok? really... I've got stuff to do..."
"Brat! I told you to fight me and i mean it! you aren't getting away from me until you can battle your way free!"
Hot anger flared up forcefully inside of Vegito. He hated that his opponent was weak. He hated even more that the boy was his spawn. The anger in him seemed to stem primarily from the Vegita half of things, but Goku half contributed to it as well. Vegito was stopped by Gohan's voice before he could attack the boy again.
"Vegito... you're supposed to be half my father... *frown* he'd never do something like this. What's wrong with you!? Have you talked to Bulma? Do you think she could do something to make you ... you know... normal? Or at least not all battle obsessed like this? Remember before how I asked you if me and Trunks and Goten were worth your time? Are we? Are you just here to fight with me or do you actually care about seeing me?"
Gohan was hard pressed for how he could talk to the saiyajin fusion without making him any angrier than he obviously already was. He was hoping that by using this angle he could search out the soft point in the strange man's composition and use it to his advantage. It made him feel guilty and dishonest to do something like this, but at the same time he felt there was no other way.
Vegito growled at Gohan and lowered his fists, staring at the boy blankly. He grumbled in his chest and tried to think fairly about what the brat was saying. Finally, after furrowing his brows in careful concentration for a minute or two, he allowed his face to relax somewhat. A less evil smile spread on his features and he appeared very much like Goku for the moment.
"Yeah Gohan... I talked to Bulma. She told me she's working on something... *growl* but it sounds stupid." The fusion crossed his arms and sat down on the spot, looking deep in thought. He flickered his eyes back to Gohan and they contained less battle lust, though it was still there. It was eating away at him as he tried to suppress it. It felt unnatural to suppress the angry power twisting in his guts. "Why don't we go fishing brat. The woman can make us dinner when we get back."
Gohan's face became surprised and pleased. He beamed happily and nodded enthusiastically. "Really!? cool, let's go!"
Vegito nodded and flew into the air, waiting for Gohan to catch up with him before blasting off in the direction of one of the larger mountain lakes where the fish were bigger than cows and very delicious. Gohan flew excitedly beside him. Vegito could tell the burn on his back was bothering him from the way he moved, he seemed to be trying not to shift his back if he could avoid it. Vegito snorted at the weakness in his son before he could help himself.
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Trunks dragged the oblivious Goten towards the large, comfortable looking beds inside the Chamber. He knew there was plenty of time to let Goten sleep off his dose of pink powder. They had a whole year to spend in this place now. Trunks lifted Goten onto one of the beds, pulling back the blankets and stuffing his best friend under them. Trunks stood over Goten, whose eyes were wide and glassy. He frowned with worry and sat down, taking one of Goten's hands in his own and thinking about what it was going to be like in a year when they exited the time Chamber and returned to the real world. His papa was gone... Trunks couldn't seem to get over that one simple, terrifying fact.
He found himself laying down beside Goten and tugging the blanket over both their heads. He glomped onto his best friend... Goten wouldn't remember any of this, so it was ok to act like a baby now. Only for a little while. Trunks had nobody else to help him feel better. His mommy had been so frustrated in trying to deal with Vegito's presence that she'd barely remembered to check if he was even home at bedtime for the past few days. He sniffled, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth tightly together. Trunks wrapped his arms around Goten as tightly as he dared and hid his face in his best friend's side, fighting with himself for acting like such a stupid baby. He pictured Vegita's stern disappointment should he discover his brat with tears in his eyes. The image quickly faded and this left Trunks even more confused. Goten gurgled and made a giggle noise beside him, and Trunks sniffled again, hugging his friend more tightly. It didn't take very long for Trunks to drift off into a soundless slumber. He clutched onto Goten's warmth and kept his face hidden in his best friend's side the entire time.
It was Goten who ended up waking first. He felt like he'd been smacked over the head really hard or something. His brain seemed to ache no matter how still he made himself lay. Goten didn't think he was up for moving yet, so he yawned and snuggled tightly against the heat that was pressed to his side. He didn't really think about who it could be, him and Trunks slept beside each other lots of the time. He could smell his best friend near him, he could feel the familiar pattern of Trunks' breathing against his skin, and he could hear his companion's heart pumping blood through his body. Goten let a small smile slide onto his face as he realized that wherever he was he was there with Trunks, so everything must be a-okay.
Goten felt a low vibration somewhere in his chest. He'd purred plenty of times before when he woke up happy like this; he liked the feeling of purring, though he wasn't even sure how he made the small sound. Upon exploring himself with his hands on a previous occasion the boy had learned that the sound came from the left side of his chest, very close to his heart. He'd shrugged the information off rather carelessly. As it was Goten was very glad that his mother was nowhere in sight. He loved her very much, but she was loud and angry all the time and overdramatic and scary. Trunks was much better, Trunks knew everything. A pleased grin found its way to Goten's lips upon realizing that for the millionth time. He slowly opened his eyes and found himself to be in a canopy bed. It was large and very soft, the sheets were cool and the blankets over them were pleasantly warm. Trunks' breathing was the most relaxing sound Goten could think of. He glanced down at his bestest friend and raised his free hand to pat Trunks' hair. He smoothed his fingers happily over the light lavender locks and shifted against Trunks, pulling him upwards so they were laying face to face. Goten finished with patting Trunks' hair and moved his fingers over the boy's back, leaving his arm slung lightly over Trunks as he studied the sleeping countenance before him.
Trunks' face was normally sharp and expressive and always very alert looking. His eyes were clear and his hair was kept neat. However, when he was asleep Trunks was much softer looking - his mouth was open a bit and a little drool seeped onto the sheets below him. His cheeks were pale and undisturbed, long lavender lashes barely brushed them. His forehead was calm and free of the distinct little wrinkle Trunks got there when he was thinking about something. His hair had been all mussed and staticky before Goten patted it smooth.
Goten hugged his sleeping friend and wondered where they were. He knew Trunks didn't have a canopy bed... especially not one with blue and purple patterned curtains all around it. He felt for familiar ki, but strangely, the only energy he could sense at all was trunks' and his own. He also noticed that he felt quite heavy. That's what tipped him off. Goten recalled how he'd felt when he'd entered the Time chamber the first time with Trunks - heavier. And he now remembered the bed they were in, and the sheets on it and everything else about the Time Chamber. He recalled the rejuvenation tanks that he'd spent plenty of time in recovering from his spars with Trunks and from his training as Gotenks. He remembered the food replicator that Trunks had invented while they were in there... a handy item which produced plenty of food at the touch of a button. It was perfect for saiyajins, obviously, though real food still tasted better. Since Trunks had come up with the idea he'd duplicated it and built one into his own bedroom, as well as giving his mother the instructions on how to make one. She had, in turn, added the item to her long list of fancy household appliances. She'd also built one for Chichi, but the stubborn woman refused to use it. That was fine by Goten, he was happy to eat his mother's cooking. It tasted better than replicated food anyway.
Goten shook Trunks carefully with his hand, poking the groggy figure in the tummy to impress the urgency of his curiosity upon him. "Trunks... Trunks hey wake up... we're in the Time Chamber Trunks... how'd we get here?"
Trunks didn't open his eyes at first. He thought about where he was and listened to what Goten was telling him. Somehow he managed to reach the conclusion that he was laying against Goten in the most comfortable position he'd ever been in, and he really didn't want to move or wake up at the moment. However, Goten's light pokes to his abdomen and chest were the perfect encouragement he required to force his eyes open. He saw a blurry, unexpected close-up of Goten's face. Specifically, he found himself looking up Goten's nose and he frowned, feeling sleepy and grumpy and confused.
"Nnnn... Shutup Goten... 'm sleepin..." He muttered in attempt to get more snooze time.
Goten's pokes stopped a few moments later, but he shook Trunks again. "But Trunks *whine* I wanna talk to you... how'd we get here? I'm hungry..."
Trunks growled from his chest but it was halfhearted. As much as he constantly convinced himself he was somehow 'above' Goten, the younger boy's persistence always seemed to pay off. Trunks reluctantly blinked the sleep from his eyes and adjusted himself to get a less nasal view of the other half-saiyajin. "You're always hungry Goten... like your dad. You're a bottomless pit. What do you remember last?"
Goten grinned at being called a bottomless pit. His stomach growled as if for emphasis and he offered Trunks a happy smile. "Well... I know we were packing up to come here... but I don't remember how we got here... did Dende catch us? Didjya hafta beat him up?"
"Goten... try thinking before you talk. Of course we didn't beat Dende up, I drugged him and you're a moron so you got drugged too when you breathed in the powder I tossed on him and Mr. Popo. They don't know we got in here, nobody knows. They aren't gonna catch us and now we can play in here for a whole year and eat as much as we want and nobody can stop us. Cool huh?" Trunks grinned at his best friend, looking very proud of himself.
Goten gave Trunks an almost awestruck look, it was obvious he thought it was super cool that Trunks got them in here without barely even trying. "Wow... neato Trunks. I hope I'm smart like you when I get big."
"Dream on... that'd be like your dad being as smart as my mom. Its not gonna happen." Trunks got a depressed sort of shade to his eyes when he said that, it brought his thoughts back to their fathers... or rather the lack thereof.
Goten of course, had about as much tact as a banana. "Hey Trunks how come we're not allowed to talk to Vegito again? I wanna meet him and stuff! I bet he's so cool. You know what!? If we talk to him then maybe he'll train us to be super strong like him!"
Trunks bared his teeth at Goten and his chest rumbled. "Goten... I already told you... he's dumb. wouldn't you rather have your real dad back?"
"Not really... I only met him a few times and he'd probably just leave again anyway... maybe Vegito will stay here and be nice and play games with me..."
"Yeah but that's dumb! My dad's a prince and its stupid that he should have to be stuck in the same body as your dad. He's cooler than your dad and he trains me really well so I can fight like him... Vegito's dumb."
Goten favoured Trunks with an uncertain gaze. On one hand he trusted Trunks more than anybody in the world. On top if that Vegita had, on occasion, allowed him to train along with Trunks in the gravity room. He liked that a lot. When Capsule Corp. held company picnics Vegita never ratted them out for sabotaging things, a few times he even helped. Things like that made Vegita seem like more of a father to Goten than Goku could ever be. He didn't even know Goku, all he knew was that it made Gohan cry a lot when he thought nobody was watching him. He had come in and asked his big brother why he was sad, and Gohan had explained all about Goku to him, about how he taught him to fight and fish and how they went to Namek together and lots of other things, though he broke off crying before he could get much more of his story out to Goten. Goten had been scared and upset that Gohan was sad. He'd given him a big hug and offered him a sticky candy that had melted in his pocket. Gohan had hugged him back tightly and sniffled. Goku was a great hero, brave and 'almost' fearless, but as a father, Goten didn't know him in the least. Vegita was more his father than Goku. Gohan was really the one who played the role. he loved his big brother the most out of anyone in the whole entire world. Well... he loved Trunks and his mommy too... just as much as he did Gohan.
Vegito presented possibility. He was someone new, someone who had yet to let Goten down and make him feel lonely or confused. Vegito was not someone who had a long history of strange and confusing stories stacked behind him, he was completely fresh. Goten wanted to get to know him, he wanted to maybe extract the father figure that he'd been lacking from the combination of the two saiyajins in his life. Trunks' refusal to accept Vegito caused Goten to doubt his own desires.
"Is Vegito a bad daddy like my real dad Trunks?"
Trunks blinked at hearing the question. He thought about Goten, about what might make him ask something like that. "Yeah... he's a bad dad. He just wants to blow things up all the time and he makes my mom grumpy and he eats all the food. Like I said Goten, he's stupid."
"Oh. so... I should think he's stupid too?" Goten's eyes were trusting and clear. It was obvious he placed complete faith in Trunks' decision making abilities.
"Yeah. We're both gonna ignore him. We'll pretend he's not real, cause he won't wanna have anything to do with us anyway. Maybe we'll even stay in here longer than a year... but I guess that wouldn't work very well, if we stayed too long we'd get all old and wrinkly and hairy, and we'd get back to our real time and everyone would think we were someone else."
"Uhm... ok Trunks. Hey can we get up now and get something to eat? I'm super duper hungry."
Trunks nodded and prepared himself to get out of the bed and help Goten get something for himself to eat. He felt relieved that at least for a little while he could forget about Vegito and think abut Goten and him and nothing else. Unfortunately, he knew in his mind that no matter how long he stayed in here, only the most insignificant amount of time could pass on the Earth. Eventually, they would have to go back whether they wanted to or not, and if they didn't, then it was very possible that someone would come looking for them inside the Chamber, especially after what they'd done to Dende and Mr. Popo.
End Part Three To Be Continued.
Alrighty everyone, here you go, part three! I hope you people aren't getting too bored by this fic, i know its taking a little while to get it off the ground. Remember, whenever I start writing one of these things I intend to stretch it out to practically novel size. So, your patience with me is greatly appreciated, I can assure you all that I have plenty of plans for this fic, and I believe chapter four shall hold your interest. Of course, you may just hate it, kick me if you do. *grin* As always, I live for feedback, reviews on ff.net and emails, whatever works for yu. ^_^ Laters! *scurries off to try catching Gohan with a box and a stick.*
Lady AngelFiren
Gohan stared at Vegito as he slowly shoveled rice into his mouth. He was still hungry, despite being uncomfortable and upset. He was half saiyajin, after all, hunger was nearly always present in him. He tensed as Vegito's eyes flickered in his direction. The fusion snorted at Gohan, pushing his empty platter away and clicking his teeth together. Gohan swallowed nervously.
"Did you have enough to eat? there's more.... "
Vegito's fists slammed down on the table, instantly reducing it to a pile of splintered wood on the floor. Gohan sweatdropped and hopped to a standing position, his hands in nervous fists. He wasn't sure what to do, he had no way of predicting Vegito's actions.
"Come boy, we battle now. If you can keep up with me maybe I'll do something you want to do later."
Vegito snorted once more like he already knew it was stupid to expect that Gohan could keep up with him in a fight. He grinned as he realized that he was the most powerful being in the entire universe. And this boy...his son....was second to him. He was honoured by that, and so he felt like training Gohan to be almost as powerful as himself would be a definite way of maintaining his own status.
Gohan's heart fluttered in his chest. Vegito would do something he wanted to do? This made him uncertain, he never knew his father to be at all reliable, though he wasn't a man to break his word unless it was the only choice presented to him. But Vegita.... Gohan suddenly wished he had spent more time with Vegita while Goku was dead. Maybe then this wouldn't be as weird for him. As it was, Gohan resolved to do his best, to prove himself to Vegito. Slacking off never got anybody anywhere. Running away was even worse. The only thing to do was follow Vegito out to battle.
Vegito stood from the table, a healthy sized grin still on his lips and a crackling electricity in his countenance. He raised his ki and blasted straight upwards, creating a large hole in the kitchen ceiling. He was aware of Gohan's sigh at the destruction, but it felt nothing short of satisfying to him. Gohan followed him out and up.
Vegito led Gohan to the place where they had first battled Radditz. The earth stretched out before the pair, dry and dusty and devoid of anything save various craters from previous battles. Vegito selected this spot because he didn't want to hurt any heedless little humans with his might, he didn't like the thought of senseless slaughter in that particular context, though it seemed very appealing when he thought of it from other angles. Gohan seemed to relax when he saw their destination, Vegito glanced at him from the corner of his eye and flashed his teeth.
"Ok boy, prove your strength to me and we'll see how much you deserve my company." Vegito favoured Gohan with a confident look and he let himself drop to the earth, spreading his legs and leaning forward. His stance was neither Goku's nor Vegita's, obviously. Gohan realized that this might be more challenging than he'd anticipated when he saw the unfamiliar stance. It was confident, like everything else about Vegito. Gohan dropped into his own stance and locked eyes with the Saiyajin fighter. He shivered at the ferocity in his opponent.
Gohan tried to push thoughts of his mother and brother and his studies from his mind. He was going to go to college, that's what he had been studying for, but really he wasn't s sure that's what he wanted to do. Vegito's appearance was a welcome distraction from his lonely confusion. Gohan had pictured himself married or at least seeing someone by now... it bothered him that he wasn't involved. He'd really thought things would go differently with Videl. After she was wished back he'd been excited to see her. Unfortunately she'd explained to him that she needed some time to think. It wasn't a definite no... just... a depressing let down. Gohan felt anger brewing inside him now. He was angry at his loneliness and his weakness. He figured that one of the reasons Videl had turned him away was because of the changes in himself. After training on the Kai planet Gohan had returned to Earth with fresh confidence. He'd straightened up and started looking people in the eyes when he spoke instead of nervously glancing at his toes. He'd felt much better about himself, stronger in ways that he'd always felt weak. Videl had been put off by it. Girls were so complex... Gohan wasn't even sure why it bothered her that he'd changed. He had been expecting her to be happy for him, but instead she was intimidated by him. Gohan supposed that wasn't s strange... Videl was composed of irrationality and anger as well as weakness. She reacted in a volatile manner quite often, even to little things.
Gohan sighed, her turning him away made him feel bad about himself. He was glad for the challenge before him, and determined to do his best. If he had nothing else to hold onto to keep himself from crumbling, then at least he could fight. He was good at battle, he didn't enjoy it much though. Fortunately, this was sparring and not real battling. Or so he believed.
Vegito frowned at Gohan's thoughtful face. He found himself picking out the flaws in his son, but he urged himself not to be so critical. He huffed a breath and motioned for Gohan to bring it on.
Vegito watched as Gohan hardened his eyes and his body language, straightening, tensing. He felt warmth tingle his senses. It marked the distinct rise in Gohan's ki. Vegito smirked more deeply at the teen and waited until Gohan's ki level matched his own. When it did, he lunged forward aggressively, slamming an unforgiving fist solidly into Gohan's jaw. The half-saiyajin's eyes grew wide with shock and he flew backwards off his feet, smashing into a pile of rocks and mud somewhere behind where he'd been standing. Vegito didn't stop there, he flew straight after Gohan, tossing boulders from his path. He grabbed the stunned brat and yanked him by his ankle from the rubble surrounding him. He tossed Gohan up and shot a white blast at him. The energy struck Gohan and sent him flying once more, only this time he went up. Vegito prepared himself to fly after his opponent and beat on him some more.
Gohan grit his teeth as he felt the second attack connect with his backside. The heat of Vegito's ki was terrible and powerful. His clothing was singed immediately from the white hot power and he felt blisters forming on his back. Gohan struggled to twist around in the air and block, however he found himself already flying up into the clouds, propelled by the power of the blast. Gohan sucked in a heavy breath and forced himself not to power up anymore than he already was, he sensed that if he powered up then Vegito would as well, and that was the last thing he wanted at the moment. He was just getting off on the wrong foot. He felt a little better to be out of range of another attack. Gohan finally managed to twist himself around in the air, but when his gaze fell upon the Earth far below he discovered Vegito to be gone.
Vegito used his Instant transmission to disappear from Gohan's view right before the brat had a chance to turn and face him. He reappeared behind Gohan and aimed an attack at him, lunging forwards with his fists together, prepared to smash into Gohan's smoking back and send him back to the rocky terrain below.
Vegito's fighting style was confident and forceful. He enjoyed surprising an opponent, getting the better of them. Every time his fists and feet connected with Gohan's body a surge of delight flew through him. He felt lust, he felt completion, battle was what he was made for, battle was his sustenance. When he fought he knew there was nothing else that could make him feel like this.
Vegito was also a very talented fighter, he was watching closely for Gohan to come back at him, watching for the half-saiyajin to turn on him with some kind of surprise move or blast. He expected it of the boy, even if Gohan was known to fight fair and square and face to face. However, Vegito underestimated his son's speed and his tolerance for pain. He didn't have a chance to react when Gohan spun around and grabbed his wrists, using kinetic energy as well as his ki to powerfully flip Vegito over his head. While Vegito was still trying to figure out what was going on, Gohan delivered a kick squarely to his chest, sending him flying downwards so fast that the entire planet shook when he hit it. A crater formed in the already littered dirt around him and he sank like a hot knife through butter into the rubble and dust.
Gohan would normally pause a moment to see if the attack had stunned or injured his opponent, however he had seen from the way Vegito started the fight that he was going to use any and all opportunities available to him to attack. Gohan was somewhat pleased with himself for sensing the fusion behind him and successfully ruining his attack. He flew quickly to the dirt below, peering into the crater where the dust was still thick and nearly opaque. Gohan could easily sense Vegito's ki, he took a few steps back and made himself ready for another assault.
The fused saiyajin growled in his chest, spitting dirt from his mouth and rising from the crater. He needed an opportunity to gloat now, but first he had to get Gohan down, hurt him, somehow prove himself stronger. Well that wouldn't be a challenge. He smirked inwardly, reminding himself that he was the most powerful being in the universe. Vegito knew Gohan would be no match for him. Nevertheless, he intended to drag this out, to get the most exercise out of the spar as possible.
He thought momentarily about how he'd insisted Gohan battle with him. Was this a battle or a spar? Even he wasn't sure. He wanted to win, he was competitive in that context. He didn't like the thought of losing even for the sake of teaching something to the brat. But he wasn't planning on killing Gohan... so this was more a spar than a battle - it was a friendly match. Having made his mind up about that, Vegito launched himself out of the dust, straight towards the brat, who he knew was waiting for him at the ready.
He landed before Gohan and dropped into stance, again locking eyes with his opponent and offering a challenging snarl. He pulled his lips back from his teeth and growled. Gohan blinked at him, looking a little puzzled, but not distracted. The next thing Vegito knew he was being forced to block a flurry of powerful attacks; Gohan's knees, fists, feet and elbows flew at him with amazing precision and speed. Gohan even smacked him in the face with his forehead at one point. Vegito blocked where possible, taking a few hits but stopping the majority of them. He wanted this to be a battle of skill, not power. He was careful not to raise his power level at all, intending to do so only if Gohan did it first. He grabbed one of Gohan's wrists and squeezed, placing his free hand on Gohan's shoulder and sweeping his feet out from under him with a cleverly placed leg. Gohan lost his balance and Vegito smashed a knee into his son's rib cage when he hit the dirt. Gohan gasped in surprise, automatically blasting Vegito off of him and panting, attempting to catch his breath.
Vegito landed on his feet not far from Gohan. He smirked in pleasure, happy that his son was able to defend himself against basic attacks. He already knew Gohan was a skilled fighter and he wanted to bring out as much of that as he could with his moves. Vegito readied himself for Gohan's next attack. He preferred to let the brat start things out. It allowed him to pick up on Gohan's fighting style more completely, and at the same time he was able to avoid giving away any of his own techniques.
Gohan caught his breath and hopped to his feet. He made certain to keep any indications that Vegito had hurt him off his face. It wasn't too hard, he was not really hurt from the blow he'd received to his ribs. It did ache some, but not nearly enough to matter. Gohan thought of what attack he might use next. Despite all the thinking going on in the battle, they'd only been at it for a matter of minutes at the most, things moved along quickly. Gohan again attacked Vegito, and again he managed only to get in a few good hits before he was effectively countered and knocked off balance. He grit his teeth with a determined edge and returned to his feet.
"You're good at this Vegito." He stated, wiping a trickle of blood from his cheek. He intoned the words with confidence, trying not to let on that he felt like he had little to no chance in beating his opponent.
The battle continued for some time. Gohan would attack and be beaten to the earth. After awhile, he was starting to look disheveled and he was not doing as well in his attacks. Neither of them had powered up any more, but Vegito could hit a hell of a lot harder than Gohan could. He was taking the heat for his weakness. He was bleeding from several scrapes and slices, one of his eyes was swollen shut, and he had a nasty looking burn over almost all of his back from Vegito's initial blast attack. He staggered to his feet, panting.
"I think I need to take a breather for awhile... besides, mom's gonna be really pissed at me... do you think we could pick this up again tomorrow or something?"
Vegito had just been about to start in harder on Gohan. A dark look crossed his features and he made tight fists of his palms. "What do you mean you want to stop? What kind of warrior are you? Stop!? We aren't even halfway through this boy! I barely have a scratch on me! If you want to quit then you had better think of a way to beat me, because I'm not letting you go until you do."
Gohan's jaw dropped at that and he took a nervous step back from the menacing figure approaching him. He didn't like the way Vegito was looking at him. "Uh... I said I'd spar with you... I can't just up and waste my whole day here... I have a lot of studying to do for college and now I'll have to help Mom fix the kitchen and get a new table... and I'm supposed to go with her to do groceries later... sorry Vegito..."
Vegito shivered angrily, his nails digging into his palms. He saw red. The irrational anger that was caused by the excess testosterone in him made Gohan's reasonable explanation for why he couldn't spar all day seem like an infuriating excuse not to fight. He immediately powered up and launched a large blast at his son, leaping clear over the boy's head to get behind him and kicking him straight into the blast. Gohan was, of course, caught off his guard and was not able to do so much as raise his arms in self- defense. He felt the white hot energy envelope him as he sank into it, fire stretching over his flesh and burning what remained of his clothes straight off his body. Desperate to keep himself from being blackened by the blast, Gohan moved up to super saiyajin and managed to overpower the heat around him. Not before he was injured by it, however. His hair faded back to black moments later and he offered Vegito a confused look.
"Hey I don't wanna fight anymore, ok? really... I've got stuff to do..."
"Brat! I told you to fight me and i mean it! you aren't getting away from me until you can battle your way free!"
Hot anger flared up forcefully inside of Vegito. He hated that his opponent was weak. He hated even more that the boy was his spawn. The anger in him seemed to stem primarily from the Vegita half of things, but Goku half contributed to it as well. Vegito was stopped by Gohan's voice before he could attack the boy again.
"Vegito... you're supposed to be half my father... *frown* he'd never do something like this. What's wrong with you!? Have you talked to Bulma? Do you think she could do something to make you ... you know... normal? Or at least not all battle obsessed like this? Remember before how I asked you if me and Trunks and Goten were worth your time? Are we? Are you just here to fight with me or do you actually care about seeing me?"
Gohan was hard pressed for how he could talk to the saiyajin fusion without making him any angrier than he obviously already was. He was hoping that by using this angle he could search out the soft point in the strange man's composition and use it to his advantage. It made him feel guilty and dishonest to do something like this, but at the same time he felt there was no other way.
Vegito growled at Gohan and lowered his fists, staring at the boy blankly. He grumbled in his chest and tried to think fairly about what the brat was saying. Finally, after furrowing his brows in careful concentration for a minute or two, he allowed his face to relax somewhat. A less evil smile spread on his features and he appeared very much like Goku for the moment.
"Yeah Gohan... I talked to Bulma. She told me she's working on something... *growl* but it sounds stupid." The fusion crossed his arms and sat down on the spot, looking deep in thought. He flickered his eyes back to Gohan and they contained less battle lust, though it was still there. It was eating away at him as he tried to suppress it. It felt unnatural to suppress the angry power twisting in his guts. "Why don't we go fishing brat. The woman can make us dinner when we get back."
Gohan's face became surprised and pleased. He beamed happily and nodded enthusiastically. "Really!? cool, let's go!"
Vegito nodded and flew into the air, waiting for Gohan to catch up with him before blasting off in the direction of one of the larger mountain lakes where the fish were bigger than cows and very delicious. Gohan flew excitedly beside him. Vegito could tell the burn on his back was bothering him from the way he moved, he seemed to be trying not to shift his back if he could avoid it. Vegito snorted at the weakness in his son before he could help himself.
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Trunks dragged the oblivious Goten towards the large, comfortable looking beds inside the Chamber. He knew there was plenty of time to let Goten sleep off his dose of pink powder. They had a whole year to spend in this place now. Trunks lifted Goten onto one of the beds, pulling back the blankets and stuffing his best friend under them. Trunks stood over Goten, whose eyes were wide and glassy. He frowned with worry and sat down, taking one of Goten's hands in his own and thinking about what it was going to be like in a year when they exited the time Chamber and returned to the real world. His papa was gone... Trunks couldn't seem to get over that one simple, terrifying fact.
He found himself laying down beside Goten and tugging the blanket over both their heads. He glomped onto his best friend... Goten wouldn't remember any of this, so it was ok to act like a baby now. Only for a little while. Trunks had nobody else to help him feel better. His mommy had been so frustrated in trying to deal with Vegito's presence that she'd barely remembered to check if he was even home at bedtime for the past few days. He sniffled, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth tightly together. Trunks wrapped his arms around Goten as tightly as he dared and hid his face in his best friend's side, fighting with himself for acting like such a stupid baby. He pictured Vegita's stern disappointment should he discover his brat with tears in his eyes. The image quickly faded and this left Trunks even more confused. Goten gurgled and made a giggle noise beside him, and Trunks sniffled again, hugging his friend more tightly. It didn't take very long for Trunks to drift off into a soundless slumber. He clutched onto Goten's warmth and kept his face hidden in his best friend's side the entire time.
It was Goten who ended up waking first. He felt like he'd been smacked over the head really hard or something. His brain seemed to ache no matter how still he made himself lay. Goten didn't think he was up for moving yet, so he yawned and snuggled tightly against the heat that was pressed to his side. He didn't really think about who it could be, him and Trunks slept beside each other lots of the time. He could smell his best friend near him, he could feel the familiar pattern of Trunks' breathing against his skin, and he could hear his companion's heart pumping blood through his body. Goten let a small smile slide onto his face as he realized that wherever he was he was there with Trunks, so everything must be a-okay.
Goten felt a low vibration somewhere in his chest. He'd purred plenty of times before when he woke up happy like this; he liked the feeling of purring, though he wasn't even sure how he made the small sound. Upon exploring himself with his hands on a previous occasion the boy had learned that the sound came from the left side of his chest, very close to his heart. He'd shrugged the information off rather carelessly. As it was Goten was very glad that his mother was nowhere in sight. He loved her very much, but she was loud and angry all the time and overdramatic and scary. Trunks was much better, Trunks knew everything. A pleased grin found its way to Goten's lips upon realizing that for the millionth time. He slowly opened his eyes and found himself to be in a canopy bed. It was large and very soft, the sheets were cool and the blankets over them were pleasantly warm. Trunks' breathing was the most relaxing sound Goten could think of. He glanced down at his bestest friend and raised his free hand to pat Trunks' hair. He smoothed his fingers happily over the light lavender locks and shifted against Trunks, pulling him upwards so they were laying face to face. Goten finished with patting Trunks' hair and moved his fingers over the boy's back, leaving his arm slung lightly over Trunks as he studied the sleeping countenance before him.
Trunks' face was normally sharp and expressive and always very alert looking. His eyes were clear and his hair was kept neat. However, when he was asleep Trunks was much softer looking - his mouth was open a bit and a little drool seeped onto the sheets below him. His cheeks were pale and undisturbed, long lavender lashes barely brushed them. His forehead was calm and free of the distinct little wrinkle Trunks got there when he was thinking about something. His hair had been all mussed and staticky before Goten patted it smooth.
Goten hugged his sleeping friend and wondered where they were. He knew Trunks didn't have a canopy bed... especially not one with blue and purple patterned curtains all around it. He felt for familiar ki, but strangely, the only energy he could sense at all was trunks' and his own. He also noticed that he felt quite heavy. That's what tipped him off. Goten recalled how he'd felt when he'd entered the Time chamber the first time with Trunks - heavier. And he now remembered the bed they were in, and the sheets on it and everything else about the Time Chamber. He recalled the rejuvenation tanks that he'd spent plenty of time in recovering from his spars with Trunks and from his training as Gotenks. He remembered the food replicator that Trunks had invented while they were in there... a handy item which produced plenty of food at the touch of a button. It was perfect for saiyajins, obviously, though real food still tasted better. Since Trunks had come up with the idea he'd duplicated it and built one into his own bedroom, as well as giving his mother the instructions on how to make one. She had, in turn, added the item to her long list of fancy household appliances. She'd also built one for Chichi, but the stubborn woman refused to use it. That was fine by Goten, he was happy to eat his mother's cooking. It tasted better than replicated food anyway.
Goten shook Trunks carefully with his hand, poking the groggy figure in the tummy to impress the urgency of his curiosity upon him. "Trunks... Trunks hey wake up... we're in the Time Chamber Trunks... how'd we get here?"
Trunks didn't open his eyes at first. He thought about where he was and listened to what Goten was telling him. Somehow he managed to reach the conclusion that he was laying against Goten in the most comfortable position he'd ever been in, and he really didn't want to move or wake up at the moment. However, Goten's light pokes to his abdomen and chest were the perfect encouragement he required to force his eyes open. He saw a blurry, unexpected close-up of Goten's face. Specifically, he found himself looking up Goten's nose and he frowned, feeling sleepy and grumpy and confused.
"Nnnn... Shutup Goten... 'm sleepin..." He muttered in attempt to get more snooze time.
Goten's pokes stopped a few moments later, but he shook Trunks again. "But Trunks *whine* I wanna talk to you... how'd we get here? I'm hungry..."
Trunks growled from his chest but it was halfhearted. As much as he constantly convinced himself he was somehow 'above' Goten, the younger boy's persistence always seemed to pay off. Trunks reluctantly blinked the sleep from his eyes and adjusted himself to get a less nasal view of the other half-saiyajin. "You're always hungry Goten... like your dad. You're a bottomless pit. What do you remember last?"
Goten grinned at being called a bottomless pit. His stomach growled as if for emphasis and he offered Trunks a happy smile. "Well... I know we were packing up to come here... but I don't remember how we got here... did Dende catch us? Didjya hafta beat him up?"
"Goten... try thinking before you talk. Of course we didn't beat Dende up, I drugged him and you're a moron so you got drugged too when you breathed in the powder I tossed on him and Mr. Popo. They don't know we got in here, nobody knows. They aren't gonna catch us and now we can play in here for a whole year and eat as much as we want and nobody can stop us. Cool huh?" Trunks grinned at his best friend, looking very proud of himself.
Goten gave Trunks an almost awestruck look, it was obvious he thought it was super cool that Trunks got them in here without barely even trying. "Wow... neato Trunks. I hope I'm smart like you when I get big."
"Dream on... that'd be like your dad being as smart as my mom. Its not gonna happen." Trunks got a depressed sort of shade to his eyes when he said that, it brought his thoughts back to their fathers... or rather the lack thereof.
Goten of course, had about as much tact as a banana. "Hey Trunks how come we're not allowed to talk to Vegito again? I wanna meet him and stuff! I bet he's so cool. You know what!? If we talk to him then maybe he'll train us to be super strong like him!"
Trunks bared his teeth at Goten and his chest rumbled. "Goten... I already told you... he's dumb. wouldn't you rather have your real dad back?"
"Not really... I only met him a few times and he'd probably just leave again anyway... maybe Vegito will stay here and be nice and play games with me..."
"Yeah but that's dumb! My dad's a prince and its stupid that he should have to be stuck in the same body as your dad. He's cooler than your dad and he trains me really well so I can fight like him... Vegito's dumb."
Goten favoured Trunks with an uncertain gaze. On one hand he trusted Trunks more than anybody in the world. On top if that Vegita had, on occasion, allowed him to train along with Trunks in the gravity room. He liked that a lot. When Capsule Corp. held company picnics Vegita never ratted them out for sabotaging things, a few times he even helped. Things like that made Vegita seem like more of a father to Goten than Goku could ever be. He didn't even know Goku, all he knew was that it made Gohan cry a lot when he thought nobody was watching him. He had come in and asked his big brother why he was sad, and Gohan had explained all about Goku to him, about how he taught him to fight and fish and how they went to Namek together and lots of other things, though he broke off crying before he could get much more of his story out to Goten. Goten had been scared and upset that Gohan was sad. He'd given him a big hug and offered him a sticky candy that had melted in his pocket. Gohan had hugged him back tightly and sniffled. Goku was a great hero, brave and 'almost' fearless, but as a father, Goten didn't know him in the least. Vegita was more his father than Goku. Gohan was really the one who played the role. he loved his big brother the most out of anyone in the whole entire world. Well... he loved Trunks and his mommy too... just as much as he did Gohan.
Vegito presented possibility. He was someone new, someone who had yet to let Goten down and make him feel lonely or confused. Vegito was not someone who had a long history of strange and confusing stories stacked behind him, he was completely fresh. Goten wanted to get to know him, he wanted to maybe extract the father figure that he'd been lacking from the combination of the two saiyajins in his life. Trunks' refusal to accept Vegito caused Goten to doubt his own desires.
"Is Vegito a bad daddy like my real dad Trunks?"
Trunks blinked at hearing the question. He thought about Goten, about what might make him ask something like that. "Yeah... he's a bad dad. He just wants to blow things up all the time and he makes my mom grumpy and he eats all the food. Like I said Goten, he's stupid."
"Oh. so... I should think he's stupid too?" Goten's eyes were trusting and clear. It was obvious he placed complete faith in Trunks' decision making abilities.
"Yeah. We're both gonna ignore him. We'll pretend he's not real, cause he won't wanna have anything to do with us anyway. Maybe we'll even stay in here longer than a year... but I guess that wouldn't work very well, if we stayed too long we'd get all old and wrinkly and hairy, and we'd get back to our real time and everyone would think we were someone else."
"Uhm... ok Trunks. Hey can we get up now and get something to eat? I'm super duper hungry."
Trunks nodded and prepared himself to get out of the bed and help Goten get something for himself to eat. He felt relieved that at least for a little while he could forget about Vegito and think abut Goten and him and nothing else. Unfortunately, he knew in his mind that no matter how long he stayed in here, only the most insignificant amount of time could pass on the Earth. Eventually, they would have to go back whether they wanted to or not, and if they didn't, then it was very possible that someone would come looking for them inside the Chamber, especially after what they'd done to Dende and Mr. Popo.
End Part Three To Be Continued.
Alrighty everyone, here you go, part three! I hope you people aren't getting too bored by this fic, i know its taking a little while to get it off the ground. Remember, whenever I start writing one of these things I intend to stretch it out to practically novel size. So, your patience with me is greatly appreciated, I can assure you all that I have plenty of plans for this fic, and I believe chapter four shall hold your interest. Of course, you may just hate it, kick me if you do. *grin* As always, I live for feedback, reviews on ff.net and emails, whatever works for yu. ^_^ Laters! *scurries off to try catching Gohan with a box and a stick.*
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