Being Vegito
By Lady AngelFiren
Part Five: After Dusk
Gohan woke up several hours later. The first thing he noticed was that he was laying in the sand for some reason and the second thing he made note of was that he was cold. He groggily opened his eyes and sat up, looking around himself to figure out what was going on. Vegito was nowhere in sight. Gohan couldn't sense his ki anywhere very close-by, so he assumed that the saiyajin fusion was either hiding his energy or he was very far away.
Gohan stretched and stood up. Vegito's clothes and boots were gone. Gohan brushed sand from his hair and the rest of himself, redressing in his clothes. His back felt warm, he realized he must have a sunburn from laying in the heat of the day too long without sunscreen. Gohan felt stupid for that, he knew his flesh was very pale and he was especially susceptible to sunburns. He always had been.
That, of course, was the least of his worries. He leapt into the air and headed towards his home, looking for his mother's and brother's ki. He remembered that Goten was over at Trunks' and stopped searching for the boy's energy. He could easily sense his mom, and he hoped she was still calm enough to at least hear him out before she started screaming at him when he returned home.
Gohan took to the air and flew towards his house, landing on the spongy green grass of his front lawn. He opened the door, cringing as he nervously called out: "Mom, I'm home..."
Chichi appeared in the doorway, an enraged look on her face. Gohan wished he were deaf.
"SON GOHAN! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS?"
Gohan made an 'eww' face, his eyes becoming wide and rather frightened. He let his shoulders slump as he caved easily under his mother's voice. "Er... no... but I can explain mom!"
Chichi shivered with rage. She wasn't done with Gohan yet. in fact, she'd only just begun. "I've been worried sick! That horrible, frightening creature came in here and crushed my frying pan! Then I wake up on the couch to find the both of you gone and half my kitchen destroyed! I thought something had happened to you baby! And my kitchen! Don't you have any shame at all! Leaving your poor mother like that! And what's worse, how are we ever supposed to afford repairs on the kitchen!? I'm very ashamed of you Gohan, go to your room right now and don't even think of coming out until I tell you to. And as for dinner, you'll have none tonight. In fact, I don't think I'll be cooking at all until my kitchen is fixed! Get moving Gohan!"
Gohan sagged even further, looking like a kicked puppy. His mother wouldn't even give him a chance to explain? Of course its not like she could move him if he didn't agree to it, but that was besides the point. Gohan had never used his massive strength against his mother in any way. He didn't think that would be fair at all. Most of the time, it didn't so much as occur to him. Gohan was a good by, he knew he was. So when he did something wrong he usually expected at least a chance to explain his side of things... but at the moment Chichi was practically foaming from the mouth and he didn't want to mess with her. Vegito's earlier suggestion that he get a life and start taking care of himself rang through his mind with slick clarity. He nodded to Chichi and shuffled off in the direction of his room. At least he could hide in there and let her calm down a bit.
Gohan pushed the door to his bedroom shut with a heavy sigh. He turned around to survey his bedroom in the weak evening light provided by the rapidly disappearing sun. Gohan let himself lean back against the door, putting both his hands over his face and rubbing. He dropped his hands to his sides and made his way to his bed. It was a single bed, one he'd had most of his life. It creaked when he settled his heavy form down on it, protesting his weight loudly. Gohan weighed nearly three hundred pounds thanks to the musculature strung over his skeleton so generously. He'd never thought much of it, but every once in awhile something or other would happen to remind him of his strange weight. He supposed it didn't really matter either way, but it was just one more little thing that made him inhuman. A three hundred pound human would be massive, and Gohan was practically skinny compared to Vegita and Goku. Rather, he was skinny compared to Vegito.
Gohan stretched out on his bed and let his eyes pass over the bare walls of his bedroom. He had no posters, no pictures of friends, really there was nothing personal on his walls to show that he had likes or dislikes. Gohan pulled his well-loved teddy bear from its home in the corner of his bed. He wrapped his strong arms around it and hid his face in the soft furryness before him. Hiding was the only thing he felt like he could do sometimes.
Gohan let his thoughts drift completely to what he would have to do to get his own house or apartment somewhere. He knew a lot of things cost money, and he had no job. Playing The Great Saiyaman in his off-time didn't exactly generate any kind of income. Gohan realized that he was going to be nineteen quite soon and he had never had any kind of job at all. He didn't even have a resume. What kind of job would he like to have? Something that worked with people? Maybe... Gohan knew he was shy most of the time, and he feared that if he ever lost control of himself for some reason he might hurt someone. He also knew he couldn't let his fears keep him from accomplishing anything with his life.
Gohan's tummy rumbled and he let go of his bear, wondering if he could sneak out his window like he used to when he was little. When his mom sent him to his room she usually didn't come checking on him, she'd stopped that when he was twelve after what Gohan considered to be one of the most embarrassing moments of his life. He blushed and sweatdropped just thinking abut the time his mother had walked in on him standing naked before his dresser mirror. He had been exploring himself with curiosity, wondering if he was a grown up now because he had hair where there was none before and such.
Sitting up and leaving his bear on his bed, Gohan listened to the mattress creak as he rose and turned the lamp on over his desk. He pulled the chair out, trying to ignore his growing hunger as he sat down and retrieved some paper from one of the drawers in his desk. He pulled a pencil from the holder and started to think about what he had learned in school in regards to resume building. He started to brainstorm on his sheet of paper.
Gohan was hard-pressed to find something to include in his resume. Saving the world and being a superhero didn't add up to very much working experience, unfortunately. The qualities he gave himself were shy, quiet, awkward, and strong. Maybe he could d like his father had done early on in life and work construction? It wasn't something he really wanted to do, but he knew he could easily do it, and it would be a good source of income. But would he get frustrated with the other workers? Would he have to spend all his time going slower than everyone else? Maybe construction wasn't for him.
Gohan thought about what he might be like as a waiter. Yes, he could easily balance many trays and work quickly, and he thought that customers might actually find his politeness and boyishness endearing. But working with food!? He was siayajin for Dende's sake! He'd be fired the first day and he knew it. Nope... working with food was definitely out.
Moving on, the half-saiyajin considered his other options. He could work in some kind of office, he knew he could use a computer, and his ability to type meant that he would be prolific in his work. High productivity would give him a good reputation as an employee. Only... there wasn't much money in typing all day, not unless you were higher up in a company. But it would definitely be something to keep in mind. And he thought that if he sat in a cubicle, then he would likely not talk to very many other people, hence having less chance to embarrass himself or slip up somehow. He had a horrible image that seemingly appeared in his mind of breaking delicate office machinery constantly. He would have to be careful...
Gohan continued to brainstorm ideas for his resume. He heard his mom go to bed eventually and he decided that maybe he should enlist a little professional help with his project. But first, he needed something to eat. Deciding that a break from his work was in order, Gohan silently snuck out of his room and headed towards the kitchen to help himself to something edible.
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The days passed achingly slowly for Trunks while he was in the Time Chamber. After his initial discovery, he made sure to monitor himself carefully every day, trying his hardest not to let Goten notice the changes in him. He had no idea what was going on. He had tried shaving the strange fur off, only to have it grow back twice as thick. And what was worse, it seemed to be spreading. Of course, if it had only been fur he was worried about, Trunks probably could have handled it, but of curse, things are never as simple as they could be.
Trunks padded worriedly into the shower room, pulling the curtain shut behind him. Goten was watching a movie on the television. They had been in the Chamber for three months now, and Trunks knew that something very serious was happening to him. In fact, he was considering sneaking out of the Chamber and going to find his mom. Maybe she could do some tests on him? No... that would be to embarrassing... besides, he was just as smart as Bulma, he could test himself.
Trunks peeled off his clothing and grit his teeth tightly together, peering into the mirror apprehensively. His short arms were much more muscled than they had been. He couldn't spar with Goten anymore, because Goten was completely unable to hurt him at all, even as a super saiyajin. Trunks had discovered a strange new strength building in him after a month in the Chamber. By this point, his chest was more barrel shaped than it should have been. His voice was deeper from the change in his physique, it tended to border on a growl at the worst moments, like when he was angry or upset. He was still the same height as he had been of course, however his whole body appeared almost deformed from the heavy muscle that grew on his arms and legs. His shoulders were ridiculously large and bulky. His clothing wasn't fitting him properly anymore. He tried to wear long sleeves all the time, because the lavender fur that had started on only his shoulders and legs had spread.
Standing before the mirror, Trunks scrunched his face up, fearing what he had become. Short, ragged looking fur spread over way too much of his body. His arms were covered in it, as were his legs and back. It curled around his sides towards his front, though for the moment his chest and abs remained bare. The fur was thinner around his joints. The insides of his knees and elbows had only the barest touch of short fuzz, but it was almost an inch long on the tops of his feet, arms and all over his shoulders and back.
Trunks wiped stupid weak tears from his eyes as he surveyed himself. He backed away from the mirror, shaking slightly. He was thinking now, about what Goten must be wondering. The other boy hadn't asked him about the changes yet, in fact, Goten hadn't demonstrated any knowledge of what was happening to Trunks at all. He was so completely oblivious and dense, that he apparently hadn't so much as made note of the huge change in his bestest friend. Trunks had to wonder if Goten even liked him at all... he was so confused now. If Goten was his very best bud wouldn't he ask Trunks what was wrong? Was Goten disgusted by it? No... Trunks knew Goten wasn't nearly cunning enough to hide any strong feeling, like disgust. That was plainly demonstrated by the way he laughed easily at the tiniest things.
They had slept in a pile on the canopy bed for the first few weeks in the chamber, but now Trunks was distancing himself from Goten. He did everything he could to stay away from his friend, scared Goten would stop liking him. OK... actually, Trunks believed that Goten looked up to him. He was more concerned that his reputation would be damaged if Goten found out something was going on inside him that he was scared of. That would be the worst. And his father... what would his father think? Trunks could not even bring himself to think abut all the repercussions that might occur thanks to the changes.
Trunks sat down and turned his back to the mirror. He drew his knees up and wrapped his arms around them, leaning forward as well as he was able. His bulky chest prevented him from being comfortable in this kind of position, but he was still surprisingly flexible, it didn't bother him to contort himself. He figured that if ho wanted to, he could do plenty that he had never been able to before. That wasn't important though, what was important was not letting Goten know.
Trunks clicked his teeth together and concentrated on the fur of his legs. He would have to take a shower now, because all this fur made him feel gross and hot and sweaty all the time. It was completely impractical. Fortunately he seemed to be sweating less and less lately, so it wasn't too bad, but at first it had been disgusting and even the ever-dense Goten had told Trunks he smelled like old socks. Trunks curled his toes and forced himself to his feet, restless due to his confusion. He stepped into the shower, making the water pleasantly cool.
Goten got bored with watching movies soon enough. He was thinking that maybe going home would be nice. Living in the Time Chamber was supposed to be really super fun. Trunks had said that they could train and learn new moves, he'd said they could eat all they wanted, he'd said lots of things that weren't all coming true. Goten scratched the back of his head. Did trunks lie? did he make a mistake?
Since entering the Chamber, Goten had noticed that Trunks seemed to be mad at him. He didn't want to play games with him or help him with training... he wouldn't become Gotenks, he wouldn't even play tickle- fighting with him. Goten frowned, his face crinkling up in worried confusion, his eyes serious.
'Maybe Trunks just doesn't like me anymore?' he thought curiously to himself. The ominous, foreboding sense that the thought wrung from him made Goten immediately doubt that. 'No... Trunks is my bestest friend... I wonder why he's ignoring me...maybe he needs a surprise. Yeah... Trunks could use a surprise... big brother says surprises are nice as long as they're good ones... hm... what can I do to surprise Trunks though? He already knows everything about me... he's smart... he'll probably guess if I try and hide something from him.'
Goten frowned. He was hard-pressed for ideas. Thinking wasn't his best quality, that was Trunks' job. But he knew Trunks better than anyone else... certainly he could come up with an idea for a surprise that Trunks would like?
Goten resigned himself to sitting still and thinking hard about how he could make Trunks feel better.
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Vegito made a decision that he needed to go see Bulma. As screechy and annoying as she was, he did hold a sort of respect for her. She'd been Goku's best friend for a long time and Vegita's lover... that warranted her some value in the saiyajin fusion's mind. He snickered to himself, thinking about how easily he could seduce her if he so desired. Really though, he didn't know if he desired any earthling woman at all. He wanted a nice strong saiyajin woman, not some helpless weakling of a human. But pickings were a little slim in the female saiyajin area of things at the moment. And it didn't look like there would be any increase in options in the future.
The Capsule Corporation buildings came into view as Vegito flew lazily in their direction. The afternoon spent with Gohan had given him a chance to think a little, though of course the urge to battle was always pressing on his mind. He was quite proud of himself for keeping control over that urge.
He descended from the sky, dropping easily to grassy lawn that stretched around CC. Vegito strutted towards the lab, entering through the outside door by ripping it from its hinges and letting it drop to the grass as he stepped into the laboratry. His senses detected Bulma inside - as soon as he entered he was able to smell her and hear her breathing, as well as the clicking of her nails as she typed and worked. The clicking stopped a moment after he'd entered, likely because Bulma was startled by the door being ripped out. Vegito made his way easily towards her over the polished floor, hopping into a comfortable lounge position in the air when she saw him. He gave her a sly smirk and pretended she wasn't there.
Bulma growled and stood up, whacking Vegito upside the head. Vegito easily caught her fingers in his palm and held her in place as she attempted to yank her hand free. Bulma practically snarled at him.
"Vegito! Let me go right now! You have no right to march in here like that! You're destroying my lab, and that's not acceptable!" Bulma yanked on her snatched hand yet again. Moments later found her crashing to the floor on her ass, Vegito's smirking face in her view. He'd let go at just the right moment to get her to lose her balance. He snorted at her derisively and watched her turn red as he got a healthy view of her lacy panties.
"Damnit Vegito! You stupid good-for-nothing loser! Why are you here... what do you want!?"
Bulma ran a frustrated hand through her short blue hair and favoured Vegito with a menacing glare. He, of course, was seemingly unaffected. It didn't quite unnerve Bulma that she was losing her cool before Vegito, but it did bother her to have her lab door ripped out of the wall. She stomped a shoed foot to the floor and placed her hands on her hips. Her lip curled slightly as she bristled at the lazy figure hanging before her comfortably in the air.
"Vegito! What'd you have to go and do that for!? *growl* Now I have to get it replaced, those locks are complicated to build, idiot!" Bulma ranted for a few more minutes to the indifferently watching fusion. Finally Vegito found himself watching the way Bulma's chest heaved when she was angry and screeching. It was nice, really, the rising and falling of her breasts as she used air to scream. He allowed a smirk to crawl over his lips and he raised a dismissive hand in Bulma's direction.
"Woman, really, shut up. haven't you raved on about this boring stuff long enough? Geez. You're getting all freaked out over a little door." Vegito gestured in a Goku-esque manner to the door in question. "The droids are fixing it already, relax." The Saiyajin gave Bulma a disproving snort and clicked his teeth together, twisting so he was standing on the floor. He quickly closed the distance between them. His hips swayed lightly against Bulma's as Vegito's thick arm curled up against the small of her back, bringing her bust against his chest without giving her much choice in the matter. He wasn't looking at her like Vegita might at all. in fact, he was offering her only a calm, relaxed look that showed how little regard he seemed to have for her. That's how it made her feel anyway. He was the proverbial lion resting over its kill. Even though he had killed nothing thus far- he hadn't so much as given Bulma a kiss- and already he was gloating over what he thought he had. Bulma would have none of it. She wasn't some stupid toy for the big idiot to toss around!
Bulma twisted and tried to push herself away from the hard pectorals she was crushed against. She couldn't budge herself. She felt warmth crawling through her, Something she was familiar with.
When she and Vegita had been together.that is, before there was a Vegito, Bulma had shared in his ki on a few occasions where he'd been upset or especially affectionate. He would draw together some calm ki and push it into her, he'd stuff it right inside her body, so that it could be absorbed by her cells. It felt close, warm. it was a private kind of thing, something that was meant only for them. it was theirs and theirs alone.
Now Vegito was doing the same thing to her that Vegita had done. The problem this time, was that Goku half was a little denser and less introverted and deep than Vegita. His slow, almost thoughtless approach to some things seemed to make Vegita's private piece of affection into a meaningless touch, like some kinds of hugs or kisses. But he held her fairly close. he was making it so hard to tell what was really going on. IT was nearly impossible for Bulma to know whether he was doing something important or not. He could just be acting affectionate. Goku was affectionate, even Vegita was on many levels. No man had ever held Bulma after sex the way Vegita did. At times she wondered if there was a reason he felt the need to touch her and kiss her after sex. He would run his hands over her sweaty flesh, practically shivering at the touch and feel of it. He wouldn't tell her anything about why he was doing this, he'd say only that he needed it, and then he would touch his finger to her lips and tell her not to ask him questions. After things like that happened Bulma often found herself ruining the moment by becoming angry, because sometimes she really had no patience for Vegita's shy routine. Fortunately it only happened on the rarest occasions. The Prince was a lion in bed, ferocious in all his acts, fervent in his touches. Anytime before orgasm he would be proving himself, giving Bulma as much as she could handle without hurting her. It was almost like he was reassuring himself with his actions, rather than demonstrating himself for her. Either way, the . the thing holding her to its chest was not her Vegita. He was entirely different, infinitely more disturbing. Even Vegito's breath was different. His scent was. wrong. He was all wrong.
Vegito pushed his face into Bulma's hair, snorting softly into it and nosing his way downwards alongside her ear. He flicked his tongue out and licked Bulma's ear happily, a low rumble signaling the purr that'd started in his chest. He slid his palm down her body. Vegito wound his arm around the slender, blue-haired woman's waist. He could feel her startled heartbeats thumping through her back into his chest. It made him buzz warmly all over.
When Vegito had come into the lab, he hadn't intended on veritably attacking Bulma, however, now that he was pressed up against her something inside him seemed to scream for him to take what he wanted. It'd whispered to him before, when she was doing tests on him, and even slightly when the was around the other woman. Chichi, but here was Bulma in all her fantastical curvy perfection, and it made saliva collect between his jaws to see her quivering uncertainly and trying to mask that uncertainty with rage.
"Hey Bulma. whatchya doin' there. *blink blink* don't you like this?" The warm creature with his arms around Bulma growled affectionately and donned a severely familiar grin. His eyes softened and his countenance opened up. Vegito was holding her more carefully now. With his touches he was saying everything that he'd never shared with her before when he was two men. But within the pliant man wrapped close to Bulma lay lingering resistance and reluctance. A piece of him didn't want to be tamed by a mere human woman.
Vegito shivered with the force of his own powerful rage, suppressed by will alone. He felt that he deserved the curvaceous genius. She was his. on virtually every level. She was his lover and his friend, someone he trusted almost completely. Vegito had none of these thoughts, but he believed this all the same. Bulma was the one doing the thinking for the time being. Vegito stroked her back and poked his nose into her hair. She could hear him sniffing her hair and growling with pleasure. She found that she was sweating a little, feeling nervous.
"Er. Vegito. get off of me! You're acting like a stupid animal!"
"Shutup woman. I'm the most powerful being in the Universe. *growl* I'll act however I like."
Bulma curled her fists angrily and tried to yank back from Vegito's grasp. His fingers sifted through her hair close to her scalp. He ran his fingers along the base of Bulma's skull, almost as if he was trying to purposely bring to attention the fact that he could crush her head with no effort whatsoever. He instead pushed her gently forward and planted a kiss on the corner of her lips. His mouth was warm and soft, his lips were a careful touch on hers, despite his overconfidence. Vegito's kiss swayed Bulma on her feet. She cursed her weakness as rouge spread on her cheeks and her heart thudded excitedly in her chest. A twisting, tingling sense filled her low in the belly, and the blue-haired woman finally allowed Vegito to hold her with no resistance.
In turn the handsome creature placed his lips fully over Bulma's with only a low, possessive string of rumbles eliciting from his throat. It did sound sort of. unwelcoming, Bulma had to admit. His fingers were shaking, Though whether it was with rage, lust, or something else, she had not a clue. Whatever it was, she certainly hoped he would stop and consider trying not to hurt her in his actions, but she knew Vegita and Goku to be especially inconsiderate at the worst times. Goku was always one to show up empty-handed at a potluck, and of course he would eat everyone else's dishes in the blink of an eye.
Bulma sucked in a breath as their lips broke apart. She pushed herself up on her tip-toes and sighed into his mouth, licking his lips and teeth and smiling as she placed a kiss below his nose. However, Vegito found himself facing her at arm's length only moments later. Bulma pushed him back from her, a frown settling on her lips.
"I don't know who you're supposed to be anymore. forget I kissed you at all! Next thing I know you'll be running off fighting something and getting yourself killed!"
"Is that a challenge or an insult? You couldn't possibly think I'm out to get my ass kicked. Are you kidding? Nothing could hurt me! I'm invincible practically! I think you should consider yourself privileged. You don't see me all over Chichi, and she was my wife. well. half mine anyway. My point is, quit whining."
"Grrr. why you. LET ME GO YOU POINTY-HAIRED LUNATIC! I'm not a fucking tote bag you can carry on your shoulder!"
Vegito released Bulma with a hesitant sort of consideration. He set her on her feet and removed his arms from around her waist. His lips burned warmly with desire. His body, thick with a veritable slush of hormones, was swimming in testosterone and it made him nothing short of frantic to find somewhere to bury his lust. He had much self-control, fortunately. He stepped a distinct pace back from Bulma. His original intentions for coming here resurfaced in his mind and he wondered if Bulma would bother listening to him at all. She wasn't frightened by him in the slightest. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. As much as he wanted to think he appeared dangerous, he knew that Bulma Briefs was barely intimidated by him, much less scared of being physically harmed by him.
Vegito was certain that the woman trying to escape his grasp would eventually succumb to him. She would be his soon enough. but in the meantime he would have to make a stronger impression of WHO HE WAS upon her. She would have to know that he was a man who wouldn't be swayed or changed by her. He didn't want her to think she could influence him into bending to her will.
Vegito released Bulma, allowing a warning snarl to bubble in his throat. He eyed her closely. In turn, Bulma showed him her teeth and glowered at him, appearing somewhat unsettled. She didn't like it when she wasn't in control of a situation from top to bottom.
"Of all the nerve. what the hell brought that on!? Don't tell me that on top of being overly aggressive, you're going to be overly horny too. are you trying to ruin my life here!? And quit being so destructive!"
Vegito sweatdropped and felt like maybe getting his ass out of this situation as soon as possible would be a good idea. Bulma was such a grouch sometimes, he had to wonder if she would make a better saiyajin than human. No. she didn't know the first thing about fighting, and scientists weren't held in very high stature on Vegitaseii. Besides, Bulma made a great human, she was smart and gorgeous and fiery, loud and contemptuous, really, just thinking about her gave Vegito a warm sense between the legs. He smirked at her and shrugged his shoulders.
"Hey don't look at me, you're the scientist. I'm sure you'll come up with something brilliant to keep me down. in the meantime, I'd watch myself in the shower. and when sleeping. Wouldn't want any uninvited company, hm?"
Those words left Bulma fuming silently. It was funny, really, the way she looked with rage fizzing in her cheeks. Her fists were clenched at her sides as well. She made no move to counter his commentary. Bulma was forced to watch as Vegito wagged his hips playfully and blew past her towards the main laboratory entrance. He smirked over his shoulder with a sparkle in his eye, and he even had the audacity to wink before letting the door smack smartly shut at his heels.
Bulma sweatdropped and blushed do herself, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring after him, even though he was long gone. She eventually reached a decision within herself to go back to working, and so she settled herself at the lab desk she'd been working at before, ready to continue her research and experiments with Vegito's blood.
End Part Five To Be Continued.
Oh. and the plot thickens. Will Gohan find a job? Will Trunks tell Goten what's happening to him? Will Vegito keep control over himself in Bulma's presence? Mwahahah. ok. maybe this is all a little lame, but I'm kinda having a lot of fun writing this fic, and I've even started writing some of the later scenes, near the end. Great ne? I appreciate any commentary you readers might have for me, and I'll post more of the story as soon as I write it! ^_^ *runs off to spy on Gohan*
Lady AngelFiren
Gohan woke up several hours later. The first thing he noticed was that he was laying in the sand for some reason and the second thing he made note of was that he was cold. He groggily opened his eyes and sat up, looking around himself to figure out what was going on. Vegito was nowhere in sight. Gohan couldn't sense his ki anywhere very close-by, so he assumed that the saiyajin fusion was either hiding his energy or he was very far away.
Gohan stretched and stood up. Vegito's clothes and boots were gone. Gohan brushed sand from his hair and the rest of himself, redressing in his clothes. His back felt warm, he realized he must have a sunburn from laying in the heat of the day too long without sunscreen. Gohan felt stupid for that, he knew his flesh was very pale and he was especially susceptible to sunburns. He always had been.
That, of course, was the least of his worries. He leapt into the air and headed towards his home, looking for his mother's and brother's ki. He remembered that Goten was over at Trunks' and stopped searching for the boy's energy. He could easily sense his mom, and he hoped she was still calm enough to at least hear him out before she started screaming at him when he returned home.
Gohan took to the air and flew towards his house, landing on the spongy green grass of his front lawn. He opened the door, cringing as he nervously called out: "Mom, I'm home..."
Chichi appeared in the doorway, an enraged look on her face. Gohan wished he were deaf.
"SON GOHAN! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS?"
Gohan made an 'eww' face, his eyes becoming wide and rather frightened. He let his shoulders slump as he caved easily under his mother's voice. "Er... no... but I can explain mom!"
Chichi shivered with rage. She wasn't done with Gohan yet. in fact, she'd only just begun. "I've been worried sick! That horrible, frightening creature came in here and crushed my frying pan! Then I wake up on the couch to find the both of you gone and half my kitchen destroyed! I thought something had happened to you baby! And my kitchen! Don't you have any shame at all! Leaving your poor mother like that! And what's worse, how are we ever supposed to afford repairs on the kitchen!? I'm very ashamed of you Gohan, go to your room right now and don't even think of coming out until I tell you to. And as for dinner, you'll have none tonight. In fact, I don't think I'll be cooking at all until my kitchen is fixed! Get moving Gohan!"
Gohan sagged even further, looking like a kicked puppy. His mother wouldn't even give him a chance to explain? Of course its not like she could move him if he didn't agree to it, but that was besides the point. Gohan had never used his massive strength against his mother in any way. He didn't think that would be fair at all. Most of the time, it didn't so much as occur to him. Gohan was a good by, he knew he was. So when he did something wrong he usually expected at least a chance to explain his side of things... but at the moment Chichi was practically foaming from the mouth and he didn't want to mess with her. Vegito's earlier suggestion that he get a life and start taking care of himself rang through his mind with slick clarity. He nodded to Chichi and shuffled off in the direction of his room. At least he could hide in there and let her calm down a bit.
Gohan pushed the door to his bedroom shut with a heavy sigh. He turned around to survey his bedroom in the weak evening light provided by the rapidly disappearing sun. Gohan let himself lean back against the door, putting both his hands over his face and rubbing. He dropped his hands to his sides and made his way to his bed. It was a single bed, one he'd had most of his life. It creaked when he settled his heavy form down on it, protesting his weight loudly. Gohan weighed nearly three hundred pounds thanks to the musculature strung over his skeleton so generously. He'd never thought much of it, but every once in awhile something or other would happen to remind him of his strange weight. He supposed it didn't really matter either way, but it was just one more little thing that made him inhuman. A three hundred pound human would be massive, and Gohan was practically skinny compared to Vegita and Goku. Rather, he was skinny compared to Vegito.
Gohan stretched out on his bed and let his eyes pass over the bare walls of his bedroom. He had no posters, no pictures of friends, really there was nothing personal on his walls to show that he had likes or dislikes. Gohan pulled his well-loved teddy bear from its home in the corner of his bed. He wrapped his strong arms around it and hid his face in the soft furryness before him. Hiding was the only thing he felt like he could do sometimes.
Gohan let his thoughts drift completely to what he would have to do to get his own house or apartment somewhere. He knew a lot of things cost money, and he had no job. Playing The Great Saiyaman in his off-time didn't exactly generate any kind of income. Gohan realized that he was going to be nineteen quite soon and he had never had any kind of job at all. He didn't even have a resume. What kind of job would he like to have? Something that worked with people? Maybe... Gohan knew he was shy most of the time, and he feared that if he ever lost control of himself for some reason he might hurt someone. He also knew he couldn't let his fears keep him from accomplishing anything with his life.
Gohan's tummy rumbled and he let go of his bear, wondering if he could sneak out his window like he used to when he was little. When his mom sent him to his room she usually didn't come checking on him, she'd stopped that when he was twelve after what Gohan considered to be one of the most embarrassing moments of his life. He blushed and sweatdropped just thinking abut the time his mother had walked in on him standing naked before his dresser mirror. He had been exploring himself with curiosity, wondering if he was a grown up now because he had hair where there was none before and such.
Sitting up and leaving his bear on his bed, Gohan listened to the mattress creak as he rose and turned the lamp on over his desk. He pulled the chair out, trying to ignore his growing hunger as he sat down and retrieved some paper from one of the drawers in his desk. He pulled a pencil from the holder and started to think about what he had learned in school in regards to resume building. He started to brainstorm on his sheet of paper.
Gohan was hard-pressed to find something to include in his resume. Saving the world and being a superhero didn't add up to very much working experience, unfortunately. The qualities he gave himself were shy, quiet, awkward, and strong. Maybe he could d like his father had done early on in life and work construction? It wasn't something he really wanted to do, but he knew he could easily do it, and it would be a good source of income. But would he get frustrated with the other workers? Would he have to spend all his time going slower than everyone else? Maybe construction wasn't for him.
Gohan thought about what he might be like as a waiter. Yes, he could easily balance many trays and work quickly, and he thought that customers might actually find his politeness and boyishness endearing. But working with food!? He was siayajin for Dende's sake! He'd be fired the first day and he knew it. Nope... working with food was definitely out.
Moving on, the half-saiyajin considered his other options. He could work in some kind of office, he knew he could use a computer, and his ability to type meant that he would be prolific in his work. High productivity would give him a good reputation as an employee. Only... there wasn't much money in typing all day, not unless you were higher up in a company. But it would definitely be something to keep in mind. And he thought that if he sat in a cubicle, then he would likely not talk to very many other people, hence having less chance to embarrass himself or slip up somehow. He had a horrible image that seemingly appeared in his mind of breaking delicate office machinery constantly. He would have to be careful...
Gohan continued to brainstorm ideas for his resume. He heard his mom go to bed eventually and he decided that maybe he should enlist a little professional help with his project. But first, he needed something to eat. Deciding that a break from his work was in order, Gohan silently snuck out of his room and headed towards the kitchen to help himself to something edible.
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The days passed achingly slowly for Trunks while he was in the Time Chamber. After his initial discovery, he made sure to monitor himself carefully every day, trying his hardest not to let Goten notice the changes in him. He had no idea what was going on. He had tried shaving the strange fur off, only to have it grow back twice as thick. And what was worse, it seemed to be spreading. Of course, if it had only been fur he was worried about, Trunks probably could have handled it, but of curse, things are never as simple as they could be.
Trunks padded worriedly into the shower room, pulling the curtain shut behind him. Goten was watching a movie on the television. They had been in the Chamber for three months now, and Trunks knew that something very serious was happening to him. In fact, he was considering sneaking out of the Chamber and going to find his mom. Maybe she could do some tests on him? No... that would be to embarrassing... besides, he was just as smart as Bulma, he could test himself.
Trunks peeled off his clothing and grit his teeth tightly together, peering into the mirror apprehensively. His short arms were much more muscled than they had been. He couldn't spar with Goten anymore, because Goten was completely unable to hurt him at all, even as a super saiyajin. Trunks had discovered a strange new strength building in him after a month in the Chamber. By this point, his chest was more barrel shaped than it should have been. His voice was deeper from the change in his physique, it tended to border on a growl at the worst moments, like when he was angry or upset. He was still the same height as he had been of course, however his whole body appeared almost deformed from the heavy muscle that grew on his arms and legs. His shoulders were ridiculously large and bulky. His clothing wasn't fitting him properly anymore. He tried to wear long sleeves all the time, because the lavender fur that had started on only his shoulders and legs had spread.
Standing before the mirror, Trunks scrunched his face up, fearing what he had become. Short, ragged looking fur spread over way too much of his body. His arms were covered in it, as were his legs and back. It curled around his sides towards his front, though for the moment his chest and abs remained bare. The fur was thinner around his joints. The insides of his knees and elbows had only the barest touch of short fuzz, but it was almost an inch long on the tops of his feet, arms and all over his shoulders and back.
Trunks wiped stupid weak tears from his eyes as he surveyed himself. He backed away from the mirror, shaking slightly. He was thinking now, about what Goten must be wondering. The other boy hadn't asked him about the changes yet, in fact, Goten hadn't demonstrated any knowledge of what was happening to Trunks at all. He was so completely oblivious and dense, that he apparently hadn't so much as made note of the huge change in his bestest friend. Trunks had to wonder if Goten even liked him at all... he was so confused now. If Goten was his very best bud wouldn't he ask Trunks what was wrong? Was Goten disgusted by it? No... Trunks knew Goten wasn't nearly cunning enough to hide any strong feeling, like disgust. That was plainly demonstrated by the way he laughed easily at the tiniest things.
They had slept in a pile on the canopy bed for the first few weeks in the chamber, but now Trunks was distancing himself from Goten. He did everything he could to stay away from his friend, scared Goten would stop liking him. OK... actually, Trunks believed that Goten looked up to him. He was more concerned that his reputation would be damaged if Goten found out something was going on inside him that he was scared of. That would be the worst. And his father... what would his father think? Trunks could not even bring himself to think abut all the repercussions that might occur thanks to the changes.
Trunks sat down and turned his back to the mirror. He drew his knees up and wrapped his arms around them, leaning forward as well as he was able. His bulky chest prevented him from being comfortable in this kind of position, but he was still surprisingly flexible, it didn't bother him to contort himself. He figured that if ho wanted to, he could do plenty that he had never been able to before. That wasn't important though, what was important was not letting Goten know.
Trunks clicked his teeth together and concentrated on the fur of his legs. He would have to take a shower now, because all this fur made him feel gross and hot and sweaty all the time. It was completely impractical. Fortunately he seemed to be sweating less and less lately, so it wasn't too bad, but at first it had been disgusting and even the ever-dense Goten had told Trunks he smelled like old socks. Trunks curled his toes and forced himself to his feet, restless due to his confusion. He stepped into the shower, making the water pleasantly cool.
Goten got bored with watching movies soon enough. He was thinking that maybe going home would be nice. Living in the Time Chamber was supposed to be really super fun. Trunks had said that they could train and learn new moves, he'd said they could eat all they wanted, he'd said lots of things that weren't all coming true. Goten scratched the back of his head. Did trunks lie? did he make a mistake?
Since entering the Chamber, Goten had noticed that Trunks seemed to be mad at him. He didn't want to play games with him or help him with training... he wouldn't become Gotenks, he wouldn't even play tickle- fighting with him. Goten frowned, his face crinkling up in worried confusion, his eyes serious.
'Maybe Trunks just doesn't like me anymore?' he thought curiously to himself. The ominous, foreboding sense that the thought wrung from him made Goten immediately doubt that. 'No... Trunks is my bestest friend... I wonder why he's ignoring me...maybe he needs a surprise. Yeah... Trunks could use a surprise... big brother says surprises are nice as long as they're good ones... hm... what can I do to surprise Trunks though? He already knows everything about me... he's smart... he'll probably guess if I try and hide something from him.'
Goten frowned. He was hard-pressed for ideas. Thinking wasn't his best quality, that was Trunks' job. But he knew Trunks better than anyone else... certainly he could come up with an idea for a surprise that Trunks would like?
Goten resigned himself to sitting still and thinking hard about how he could make Trunks feel better.
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Vegito made a decision that he needed to go see Bulma. As screechy and annoying as she was, he did hold a sort of respect for her. She'd been Goku's best friend for a long time and Vegita's lover... that warranted her some value in the saiyajin fusion's mind. He snickered to himself, thinking about how easily he could seduce her if he so desired. Really though, he didn't know if he desired any earthling woman at all. He wanted a nice strong saiyajin woman, not some helpless weakling of a human. But pickings were a little slim in the female saiyajin area of things at the moment. And it didn't look like there would be any increase in options in the future.
The Capsule Corporation buildings came into view as Vegito flew lazily in their direction. The afternoon spent with Gohan had given him a chance to think a little, though of course the urge to battle was always pressing on his mind. He was quite proud of himself for keeping control over that urge.
He descended from the sky, dropping easily to grassy lawn that stretched around CC. Vegito strutted towards the lab, entering through the outside door by ripping it from its hinges and letting it drop to the grass as he stepped into the laboratry. His senses detected Bulma inside - as soon as he entered he was able to smell her and hear her breathing, as well as the clicking of her nails as she typed and worked. The clicking stopped a moment after he'd entered, likely because Bulma was startled by the door being ripped out. Vegito made his way easily towards her over the polished floor, hopping into a comfortable lounge position in the air when she saw him. He gave her a sly smirk and pretended she wasn't there.
Bulma growled and stood up, whacking Vegito upside the head. Vegito easily caught her fingers in his palm and held her in place as she attempted to yank her hand free. Bulma practically snarled at him.
"Vegito! Let me go right now! You have no right to march in here like that! You're destroying my lab, and that's not acceptable!" Bulma yanked on her snatched hand yet again. Moments later found her crashing to the floor on her ass, Vegito's smirking face in her view. He'd let go at just the right moment to get her to lose her balance. He snorted at her derisively and watched her turn red as he got a healthy view of her lacy panties.
"Damnit Vegito! You stupid good-for-nothing loser! Why are you here... what do you want!?"
Bulma ran a frustrated hand through her short blue hair and favoured Vegito with a menacing glare. He, of course, was seemingly unaffected. It didn't quite unnerve Bulma that she was losing her cool before Vegito, but it did bother her to have her lab door ripped out of the wall. She stomped a shoed foot to the floor and placed her hands on her hips. Her lip curled slightly as she bristled at the lazy figure hanging before her comfortably in the air.
"Vegito! What'd you have to go and do that for!? *growl* Now I have to get it replaced, those locks are complicated to build, idiot!" Bulma ranted for a few more minutes to the indifferently watching fusion. Finally Vegito found himself watching the way Bulma's chest heaved when she was angry and screeching. It was nice, really, the rising and falling of her breasts as she used air to scream. He allowed a smirk to crawl over his lips and he raised a dismissive hand in Bulma's direction.
"Woman, really, shut up. haven't you raved on about this boring stuff long enough? Geez. You're getting all freaked out over a little door." Vegito gestured in a Goku-esque manner to the door in question. "The droids are fixing it already, relax." The Saiyajin gave Bulma a disproving snort and clicked his teeth together, twisting so he was standing on the floor. He quickly closed the distance between them. His hips swayed lightly against Bulma's as Vegito's thick arm curled up against the small of her back, bringing her bust against his chest without giving her much choice in the matter. He wasn't looking at her like Vegita might at all. in fact, he was offering her only a calm, relaxed look that showed how little regard he seemed to have for her. That's how it made her feel anyway. He was the proverbial lion resting over its kill. Even though he had killed nothing thus far- he hadn't so much as given Bulma a kiss- and already he was gloating over what he thought he had. Bulma would have none of it. She wasn't some stupid toy for the big idiot to toss around!
Bulma twisted and tried to push herself away from the hard pectorals she was crushed against. She couldn't budge herself. She felt warmth crawling through her, Something she was familiar with.
When she and Vegita had been together.that is, before there was a Vegito, Bulma had shared in his ki on a few occasions where he'd been upset or especially affectionate. He would draw together some calm ki and push it into her, he'd stuff it right inside her body, so that it could be absorbed by her cells. It felt close, warm. it was a private kind of thing, something that was meant only for them. it was theirs and theirs alone.
Now Vegito was doing the same thing to her that Vegita had done. The problem this time, was that Goku half was a little denser and less introverted and deep than Vegita. His slow, almost thoughtless approach to some things seemed to make Vegita's private piece of affection into a meaningless touch, like some kinds of hugs or kisses. But he held her fairly close. he was making it so hard to tell what was really going on. IT was nearly impossible for Bulma to know whether he was doing something important or not. He could just be acting affectionate. Goku was affectionate, even Vegita was on many levels. No man had ever held Bulma after sex the way Vegita did. At times she wondered if there was a reason he felt the need to touch her and kiss her after sex. He would run his hands over her sweaty flesh, practically shivering at the touch and feel of it. He wouldn't tell her anything about why he was doing this, he'd say only that he needed it, and then he would touch his finger to her lips and tell her not to ask him questions. After things like that happened Bulma often found herself ruining the moment by becoming angry, because sometimes she really had no patience for Vegita's shy routine. Fortunately it only happened on the rarest occasions. The Prince was a lion in bed, ferocious in all his acts, fervent in his touches. Anytime before orgasm he would be proving himself, giving Bulma as much as she could handle without hurting her. It was almost like he was reassuring himself with his actions, rather than demonstrating himself for her. Either way, the . the thing holding her to its chest was not her Vegita. He was entirely different, infinitely more disturbing. Even Vegito's breath was different. His scent was. wrong. He was all wrong.
Vegito pushed his face into Bulma's hair, snorting softly into it and nosing his way downwards alongside her ear. He flicked his tongue out and licked Bulma's ear happily, a low rumble signaling the purr that'd started in his chest. He slid his palm down her body. Vegito wound his arm around the slender, blue-haired woman's waist. He could feel her startled heartbeats thumping through her back into his chest. It made him buzz warmly all over.
When Vegito had come into the lab, he hadn't intended on veritably attacking Bulma, however, now that he was pressed up against her something inside him seemed to scream for him to take what he wanted. It'd whispered to him before, when she was doing tests on him, and even slightly when the was around the other woman. Chichi, but here was Bulma in all her fantastical curvy perfection, and it made saliva collect between his jaws to see her quivering uncertainly and trying to mask that uncertainty with rage.
"Hey Bulma. whatchya doin' there. *blink blink* don't you like this?" The warm creature with his arms around Bulma growled affectionately and donned a severely familiar grin. His eyes softened and his countenance opened up. Vegito was holding her more carefully now. With his touches he was saying everything that he'd never shared with her before when he was two men. But within the pliant man wrapped close to Bulma lay lingering resistance and reluctance. A piece of him didn't want to be tamed by a mere human woman.
Vegito shivered with the force of his own powerful rage, suppressed by will alone. He felt that he deserved the curvaceous genius. She was his. on virtually every level. She was his lover and his friend, someone he trusted almost completely. Vegito had none of these thoughts, but he believed this all the same. Bulma was the one doing the thinking for the time being. Vegito stroked her back and poked his nose into her hair. She could hear him sniffing her hair and growling with pleasure. She found that she was sweating a little, feeling nervous.
"Er. Vegito. get off of me! You're acting like a stupid animal!"
"Shutup woman. I'm the most powerful being in the Universe. *growl* I'll act however I like."
Bulma curled her fists angrily and tried to yank back from Vegito's grasp. His fingers sifted through her hair close to her scalp. He ran his fingers along the base of Bulma's skull, almost as if he was trying to purposely bring to attention the fact that he could crush her head with no effort whatsoever. He instead pushed her gently forward and planted a kiss on the corner of her lips. His mouth was warm and soft, his lips were a careful touch on hers, despite his overconfidence. Vegito's kiss swayed Bulma on her feet. She cursed her weakness as rouge spread on her cheeks and her heart thudded excitedly in her chest. A twisting, tingling sense filled her low in the belly, and the blue-haired woman finally allowed Vegito to hold her with no resistance.
In turn the handsome creature placed his lips fully over Bulma's with only a low, possessive string of rumbles eliciting from his throat. It did sound sort of. unwelcoming, Bulma had to admit. His fingers were shaking, Though whether it was with rage, lust, or something else, she had not a clue. Whatever it was, she certainly hoped he would stop and consider trying not to hurt her in his actions, but she knew Vegita and Goku to be especially inconsiderate at the worst times. Goku was always one to show up empty-handed at a potluck, and of course he would eat everyone else's dishes in the blink of an eye.
Bulma sucked in a breath as their lips broke apart. She pushed herself up on her tip-toes and sighed into his mouth, licking his lips and teeth and smiling as she placed a kiss below his nose. However, Vegito found himself facing her at arm's length only moments later. Bulma pushed him back from her, a frown settling on her lips.
"I don't know who you're supposed to be anymore. forget I kissed you at all! Next thing I know you'll be running off fighting something and getting yourself killed!"
"Is that a challenge or an insult? You couldn't possibly think I'm out to get my ass kicked. Are you kidding? Nothing could hurt me! I'm invincible practically! I think you should consider yourself privileged. You don't see me all over Chichi, and she was my wife. well. half mine anyway. My point is, quit whining."
"Grrr. why you. LET ME GO YOU POINTY-HAIRED LUNATIC! I'm not a fucking tote bag you can carry on your shoulder!"
Vegito released Bulma with a hesitant sort of consideration. He set her on her feet and removed his arms from around her waist. His lips burned warmly with desire. His body, thick with a veritable slush of hormones, was swimming in testosterone and it made him nothing short of frantic to find somewhere to bury his lust. He had much self-control, fortunately. He stepped a distinct pace back from Bulma. His original intentions for coming here resurfaced in his mind and he wondered if Bulma would bother listening to him at all. She wasn't frightened by him in the slightest. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. As much as he wanted to think he appeared dangerous, he knew that Bulma Briefs was barely intimidated by him, much less scared of being physically harmed by him.
Vegito was certain that the woman trying to escape his grasp would eventually succumb to him. She would be his soon enough. but in the meantime he would have to make a stronger impression of WHO HE WAS upon her. She would have to know that he was a man who wouldn't be swayed or changed by her. He didn't want her to think she could influence him into bending to her will.
Vegito released Bulma, allowing a warning snarl to bubble in his throat. He eyed her closely. In turn, Bulma showed him her teeth and glowered at him, appearing somewhat unsettled. She didn't like it when she wasn't in control of a situation from top to bottom.
"Of all the nerve. what the hell brought that on!? Don't tell me that on top of being overly aggressive, you're going to be overly horny too. are you trying to ruin my life here!? And quit being so destructive!"
Vegito sweatdropped and felt like maybe getting his ass out of this situation as soon as possible would be a good idea. Bulma was such a grouch sometimes, he had to wonder if she would make a better saiyajin than human. No. she didn't know the first thing about fighting, and scientists weren't held in very high stature on Vegitaseii. Besides, Bulma made a great human, she was smart and gorgeous and fiery, loud and contemptuous, really, just thinking about her gave Vegito a warm sense between the legs. He smirked at her and shrugged his shoulders.
"Hey don't look at me, you're the scientist. I'm sure you'll come up with something brilliant to keep me down. in the meantime, I'd watch myself in the shower. and when sleeping. Wouldn't want any uninvited company, hm?"
Those words left Bulma fuming silently. It was funny, really, the way she looked with rage fizzing in her cheeks. Her fists were clenched at her sides as well. She made no move to counter his commentary. Bulma was forced to watch as Vegito wagged his hips playfully and blew past her towards the main laboratory entrance. He smirked over his shoulder with a sparkle in his eye, and he even had the audacity to wink before letting the door smack smartly shut at his heels.
Bulma sweatdropped and blushed do herself, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring after him, even though he was long gone. She eventually reached a decision within herself to go back to working, and so she settled herself at the lab desk she'd been working at before, ready to continue her research and experiments with Vegito's blood.
End Part Five To Be Continued.
Oh. and the plot thickens. Will Gohan find a job? Will Trunks tell Goten what's happening to him? Will Vegito keep control over himself in Bulma's presence? Mwahahah. ok. maybe this is all a little lame, but I'm kinda having a lot of fun writing this fic, and I've even started writing some of the later scenes, near the end. Great ne? I appreciate any commentary you readers might have for me, and I'll post more of the story as soon as I write it! ^_^ *runs off to spy on Gohan*
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