Being Vegito
By Lady AngelFiren
Part Seven: Return to Capsule Corp.
Gohan flew through the quiet, moist summer night straight for Capsule Corporation, a determined flash sparking in his eyes and a slightly worried look on his lips. He had sort of been hoping Bulma would offer him a job, thus saving him from the trouble of going out in the real world. He supposed, however, that even if he was working at CC, its not like he would be there with Bulma all the time, she had plenty else to do with herself. He would have to work with other people who didn't really know him very well regardless of where he went.
Being young, strong and powerful, Gohan made it to Capsule Corp shortly. He headed into the outskirts of West City from the direction of the mountains, floating high over the buildings and people that decorated the earth below him. He felt separate from them, unsure of where he belonged. He sincerely hoped that finding a job amongst those he was uncomfortable with would help him gain confidence in their presence.
Gohan lowered himself from the clouds and dropped neatly onto the short, thick CC lawn. His feet were splashed lightly with nighttime dew as he padded towards the front door.
Gohan knew that Bulma was in her lab, as she had been there when he called, and because he could sense her there. He didn't sense any particularly significant energy levels alongside Bulma's, so he guessed that the high power he could feel in the main building was Vegito. In fact, he was certain of this, the power was unmistakably that of the princely warrior and his father.
Gohan headed for the second building, where the laboratory was located. He pushed the thick metal door open and stepped into the messy collection of junk and assorted circuitry that was Bulma's lab. Gohan headed straight for her ki, peering around curiously as he went. Bulma was such a strange woman. eccentric, certainly, and very original in her designs. She was beautiful on top of that, giving her a decidedly favourable position in life. Being rich and gorgeous was something that Gohan saw as an advantage, though not a thing he himself wished to share in. He was happy with a more humble sort of existence.
"Bulma? Hi. What are you working on?" He queried as he stepped up behind the blue-haired scientist. She was studiously inspecting a slide through a microscope, her hand making notes on a pad of paper to her right as she learned from the specimen before her. Gohan could detect the scent of both human and saiyajin blood in the room. He wrinkled his nose and ran a hand through his bangs.
"Oh hey Gohan, this is one of the samples of Vegito's tissue that I'm looking for clues in, now would be a great time for some extra saiyajin samples to compare it to. you know, like yours? Could you roll up your sleeve sweetie? It'll only take a minute, won't hurt a bit."
Gohan obediently set the papers he had taken with him down and rolled his sleeve up past his elbow. Bulma pushed herself back from the desk she was at and offered him a warm smile. She fished a syringe from a sanitary glass jar of them and rubbed a bit of alcohol on Gohan's arm. He didn't really mind needles, certainly he wasn't nearly as dramatic as Goku was about them, though he would really prefer to avoid them altogether. He waited patiently as Bulma drew a red sample from his am and applied a purple band aid with green stars on it to the little wound. She stuck the tubes of blood into a holder and told Gohan he was all set.
The youth took another look at what Bulma was doing and cleared his throat. "Um, Bulma, I brought my résumé over here, I was wondering if you could peek at it. Remember, I asked you on the phone?"
Bulma nodded with a bright smile and held out a hand, her perfectly manicured nails gleaming a shiny cherry red colour. She accepted the paper and skimmed it over, then read it more thoroughly a second time.
"Well Gohan, it looks to me like you aren't sure what job you're applying for. There are a few different things you can do to this résumé to make sure its right for whatever job you're going for. So we'll make a few copies of each and when you go job-searching you'll have everything prepared beforehand. Sound like a plan?"
"Yeah, gee thanks so much Bulma, my parents aren't really helpful with this kind of stuff, so I'm glad you're around to give me a hand with it. Do you really think anybody will want me to work for them though Bulma?"
"Sure Gohan, I don't see anything but good reasons for people to hire you. You're brilliant, and strong, and very intelligent. And besides, you learn so quickly, they won't need to spend any real time training you at all. You're going to do fine Gohan. I think I can promise you that."
"Then. I guess you're still sure you don't want me to work somewhere in CC, right?"
"Yeah, sorry Gohan, you have to do these things for yourself. If I give you a job, that'd be too easy. You have to go and find one on your own. First thing tomorrow.er.maybe after you sleep in, you should head out in the city and pass that résumé out."
"Uhm. well I was thinking of going to Satan City to look for work. I'm not sure West City needs anymore saiyajins around. if I'm in a different place then Vegito and Trunks then if something goes wrong there I can help. Besides. *blush* Videl lives in Satan City. I don't want anything to happen to her."
"Aww, cute Gohan, you've got a little crush." Bulma snickered and gave Gohan a sly grin. She swiveled around in her chair and set up some sort of equipment, adding Gohan's blood into her work somewhere along the way. She grew silent and Gohan realized that she was done helping him out for the time being. He bowed instinctively out of politeness.
"Thanks for your help Bulma, I'm gonna head home now. Uhm. if you see Trunks and Goten can you tell Goten to call home? Mom's wondering if he remembered to bring his toothbrush."
"But. aren't Trunks and Goten at your house tonight? Trunks asked me earlier if he could stay over at Goten's."
".No. I thought they were here. Goten asked mom if he could stay here tonight. "
"Oh I think I see where this is going. can you tell where they are? You saiyajins are so useful to have around when you aren't blowing things up. *smile*"
Gohan stretched his senses out, searching for his brother. He frowned when he found no trace of either Goten or Trunks whatsoever. A nervous look came over him and he felt like tugging at his collar. "Eww. uhm Bulma.. I don't sense either of them."
Bulma frowned and growled in her own little way, grinding her teeth and tapping her long nails with aggravation on the table-top. "Are you sure Gohan? Sometimes Vegita says. said you guys can hide your power. can't Trunks and Goten do that too?"
"Uhm. gimme a sec. I'll look again."
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Goten and Trunks chose that precise moment to leave the Time Chamber. Trunks had his nice thick protective sweat suit on, so that nobody could tell he was a freak, and Goten was holding his hand tightly to keep him from being scared. Goten knew full well that Trunks was freaked about what was happening. He was happy to offer any help he could that would make Trunks even a tiny bit happier.
"Hey Goten. do you think anyone'll figure out we were gone for so long?"
"I dunno Trunks. I sure hope not. I wouldn't want your mom or my mom to tell Vegito to punish us.that would be yucky. Do you think we should go look for him now or go to my house or your house or something? What do you want to do?"
"I already told you, I'm not goin' to se Vegito, Goten. We'll go to my house and pretend we were there all along, and when my mom asks me why I'm wearing funny clothes I'll tell her its cause my other ones are stupid and I don't like them anymore. Then she'll have to let me wear'em and she won't think something's weird. Don't give me away Goten. Remember, I'll be super mad and I won't be your friend anymore if you let anyone know. even Gohan."
"Ok Trunks. I promised you I won't tell anyone, and I still promise. I'm serious! I really won't tell nobody in the whole world, kay? It's just our secret."
"Cool. Lets go to my house, there's good food there, and I'm starving!"
Goten nodded and tugged Trunks down from the lookout towards West City with him. Dende must have been sleeping or something when they left the Chamber, 'cause they hadn't encountered him at all.
Trunks' mind sifted over his time alone with himself while he was in the Time Chamber. He had not gotten any stronger.or at least he hadn't trained to get stronger, though, obviously, he was. He flew beside Goten with their hands together and let his eyes play over the Earth far below. Little dots marked people's homes and vehicles, while farmland looked like stripy square patches of brown or green, and city streets appeared to be an intricate maze of concrete and pavement. Trunks could feel a little flame of power from every person below him; though none of them were anything significant to him, he thought it would be horrible if he somehow lost his ability to feel energy. What if he couldn't feel Goten at his side every day? That would suck! As it was, Trunks flew on strong, happy to have Goten with him, even if other things in his life were complicated and infuriating.
Capsule Corporation came into view before Goten and Trunks after a few minutes of steady flight. It appeared on the horizon, and seemed to scuttle closer to them along the ground until they were descending from the clouds and pushing Trunks' bedroom window wide open to climb in.
The lavender haired boy scratched his arms, he was itchy and sticky all over from the stupid fur underneath his sweat suit. He wondered if it would be ok to take it off now that they were home.
Trunks looked at himself, then at Goten. "Come on, we should grab some food and take it back up here to eat. This thing is all sweaty and hot to wear.eww. Remember not to let my mom know there's anything weird about me Goten. I'm really not ever gonna be nice to you ever if you tell or slip up."
Goten nodded seriously for what was beginning to feel like the millionth time. Yeesh. Trunks sure was worked up over something stupid, like fur. No wonder he'd been grumpy when he was trying to hide it in the Chamber. Goten pulled his boots off and crawled up onto Trunks' big king-sized bed. He stretched out till he was comfortable and sighed dramatically.
"Ahhh.. Wow I've missed your house lots Trunks. I'm so glad we're back now, lets stay here forever and never train in the Time Chamber again. It sucks there."
Trunks was already distracted by his own thoughts. He nodded offhandedly and left the room by himself to get something for him and Goten to munch on. He padded down the stairs toward the kitchen. =========
Gohan was able to find Trunks and Goten's energy in the air headed towards Capsule Corporation. He reported such to Bulma, who smiled with relief.
"Oh good thing you found them, I was getting half a mind to go look for them myself. and you know they wouldn't want to be found if it was me looking for them."
Gohan nodded to her with a smile. "Ah, I think they made up a name for you one time after you got ticked at Trunks.they were calling you the Punishment Queen. Heh.*gulp* guess that isn't as funny as it sounded when they said it. *sweatdrop*"
Bulma tapped her nails irritably on her lab table and glowered for a moment at Gohan, but the expression melted away into a smile. "Alright, now that you've found Trunks and Goten for me, and you've got that résumé all worked out, I think you should let me get back to work. Why don't you go see how Vegito is doing? He's around here somewhere. well you must know where he is, of course. Maybe he'll be in a better mood now than he was before. He's only really angry when he's awake. If you catch him just before he goes to sleep he's kinda relaxed. anyway, I have to get this finished so we can get him calmed down. goodnight Gohan."
Gohan smiled and retreated from the laboratory, wandering through Capsule Corp towards the kitchen. He knew that sometimes Bunny would be awake cooking at strange hours, and he was well aware that Bulma didn't mind him poking through the fridge, even though he felt it was sort of rude. He looked up when he sensed a large energy coming towards the room. He immediately tensed, realizing that it was Vegito. He looked back to the fridge in hopes of deterring the man's anger by distracting him with food.
Vegito strode into the room with his chest puffed out confidently. He managed to make the gesture look relaxed and natural, so that it really was a melding of Vegita's stubborn pride and Goku's calm demeanor, rolled together with the latter shadowing the former. If one really looked at Vegito and thought about his movements and actions, it became easily noticeable that he had a heavy presence, definitely more than most people. In fact, one might even say he was two people if they weren't already certain of it.
Vegito leveled his gaze at Gohan's ignorantly turned back and growled, irritation coming into his eyes. He shook his head and inhaled, forcing his blood down and turning the growl from his deep chest into breaths. His fists flexed unconsciously, however after barking at himself to keep his control tight, he managed to ebb the instant and irrational anger that plagued him, and he actually felt pleasant about seeing Gohan.
"Hi Gohan, what are you doing here? I thought you were at home in bed. Did you want to train?" Vegito's sentences were clipped, as he really wasn't too sure what to say to him. He reminded himself that it didn't matter what he said to the brat, because he was stronger, and nothing could touch him if he didn't want it to. There was hope and anticipation in his voice when he asked the boy if he wanted to train. He thought that would be the best thing to be doing at the moment, even though he had been planning on going to bed after he investigated why Gohan happened to be here at all.
Gohan turned around with a smile, holding a whole armload of food. Vegito's eyes widened and he gestured enthusiastically for Gohan to hand something edible over to him. High energy, after all, meant consuming lots of food.
Gohan handed Vegito a ham with a relieved sigh and moved to the counter, brushing past Vegito and feeling the man's ki crackle with raw energy as their skin touched. Gohan nearly jumped out of his socks, he hadn't even felt that power. it was just. just there, and it was completely undetectable to him, even now that he knew about it. He felt shaken and moved to the counter to prepare sandwiches for the both of them, glad that Vegito had taken the bait and accepted the food instead of getting angry over something.
Gohan sat at the table and put a massive serving tray of sandwiches between them. A smaller energy than his or Vegito's came into the room. Trunks' face appeared at Gohan's side. The boy looking up at him with intelligent blue eyes had a distinct frown on his face, and he was not looking at Vegito at all.
"Gohan, me and Goten need something to eat. we're having a sleepover and we're really hungry. Make us something."
Gohan blinked at Trunks. He looked weird. something was weird anyway. He was wearing a green sweat suit, and he had the sleeves hanging down over his hands. His hair was longer too, it was hanging in his eyes more than usual, making them appear bright like chips of ice twinkling in darkness. Well, Trunks' face was hardly darkness. he just looked a little weird. but kids were like that. one day you saw them and the next day they'd changed themselves somehow. Always coming up with something new. that was how Goten and Trunks were anyway. Gohan smiled and nodded.
"Sure Trunks, I'll make you guys something just as soon as I'm done mine, why don't you sit at the table and have a glass of milk? You haven't met Vegito before, have you?"
Trunks frowned, staying quiet for a moment. "Ve-who?"
Gohan looked momentarily robbed of words. His eyes flickered to the smirking countenance across the table. "You know.Vegito. He is my Dad and yours fused. He beat Buu and saved the Earth. you just haven't met him yet. Why don't you introduce yourself Trunks?"
Gohan, being raised by Chichi and all, knew all the proper things that someone was to do when meeting someone new. He was sort of proud of himself for being a good boy and remembering things that he didn't much care about. They were just habits hammered into him by his mother. Trunks had no such habits, and if he did, he was much to incensed with Vegito's existence to reveal them. Instead he gave Gohan a skeptical look, raising one eyebrow and crossing his arms over his chest. He spread his legs shoulder-width apart, completing his Vegita stance.
"I don't know what you're talking about Gohan. my Papa is fine, and so is Goku. I never heard of anyone called Vegito. what a stupid name. Sounds like someone just copying my Papa. Dummies. I can get food for me and Goten from the replicator that I invented. it tastes like cardboard, but its lots better than listening to you when you're obviously hallucinating."
Trunks stuck his nose in the air and marched to the replicator. He got a big bowl of M&M's and two saiyajin sized chocolate milkshakes, carrying everything out of the room while Gohan watched in total astonishment. Trunks was.not even acknowledging Vegito? Definitely not a good thing. Gohan turned the Vegito with a frown.
"I.uhh. well I'm sorry that Trunks doesn't seem to like you. but I bet he'll be better in the morning. Why didn't you say anything to him when he was in here?"
Vegito yawned ignorantly at Gohan and shrugged his shoulders, stuffing the end piece of his sandwich into his mouth and taking his leave of the room, his brilliant ki following him. Gohan stared after the man and pushed the rest of his meal away, frowning at the table for a long while before finishing the food and cleaning up after himself as well as Vegito. He took his leave of Cc, flying high above the clouds as he headed for home and crawling quietly into his welcoming bed sheets as soon as he flew through the window. He was out like a light before he knew it.
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Bulma took her leave of the lab at roughly the same time as Vegito and Gohan were sharing a silent meal in the kitchen. She stretched as she stood up from her desk, telling herself that she must be getting old. The thought made her frown, she knew Vegita. er. and probably Vegito as well, would live longer and stay more youthful looking for many years to come, while she would grow old and weak. Vegita had explained that a normal saiyajin does not live past fifty, thanks to the love of battle. However, those who did not perish in the fray tended to live well past a hundred years, though all of them eventually succeeded in slipping up and meeting their doom. It was dishonorable to die from sickness or age. Very few saiyajins had any desire to live past their fighting prime in the first place.
Bulma's mind wandered over these things as she brushed her teeth and washed the makeup from her face. She applied a ten minute rejuvenating mask and passed the time by changing into her pajamas and slippers. When she was not dressing to impress Bulma wore long sleeve silk pajamas with fluffy blue sheep on them. She liked the little sheep, though she'd actually got them because she knew Vegita would hate them and leave her alone whenever he saw her wearing them. Sometimes he was slightly too hard on her. but she wouldn't have it any other way. And those times.well they didn't happen very often. The fluffy sheep pajamas spent a lot of time in the night table drawer until Vegito arrived on the scene. Bulma feared he would visit her soon enough. and after the incident in the lab earlier this evening, She was ready to use the sheep pj's for self defense. Although. Bulma really thought that as long as at least some part of Vegita remained present in Vegito, then she was as safe with him as she could possibly be. Bulma tied her hair back and rinsed the mask off of her face. She moisturized her lips and around her eyes. She also did her face and throat, wanting to keep all of her skin baby-soft for as long as possible. With a smile at her reflection in the mirror, Bulma dimmed the lights and closed the Master bathroom door over, padding in her slippers over the plush bedroom carpets towards her water bed.
Bulma pulled back the thick feather duvet and slid between cream silk sheets, inching over to Vegita's side of the bed and closing her eyes with a sigh. She clapped and the lights went out, leaving only a crack of dim light filtering in from the Master bathroom. Bulma watched the ceiling with tired blue eyes, feeling herself ache for Vegita's heat beside her. He would push his ki into her and let her know she was safe. and now he was gone completely. Vegito was no substitute. he wasn't her Vegita. How in Dende's name could she learn to love anybody but the dark and arrogant Prince? It would be utterly impossible. She told herself that even if he approached her first and crawled right into the bed with her, she wouldn't want him there. Even if she let him kiss her, she would ache for Vegita. It could never work for her with anybody but him.
Feeling like a pathetic, desperate, and very lonely, overemotional woman, Bulma closed her eyes to the black ceiling and buried her nose in Vegita's pillow, which still smelled faintly of him. No tears fell from her eyes, but she missed him terribly anyway, and as she fell into a light sleep, she felt miserable, knowing that he was lost to her.
A silent figure was poised in the blackness of one far corner of the room. Vegito's pitch eyes watched the pale duvet rise and fall with the motion of Bulma's breaths. They were slow and even, indicating that she was at rest. He could hear her heart beating steadily behind her ribs, and he could hear her taking in air and letting it out again. He licked his lips, lowering his feet to the floor and walking to the bed. It rippled as his weight unsettled it. He sat on the edge of the bed, removing his pants and shirt before crawling into the silk heat beside Bulma. He pulled her into his strong arms and sniffed her hair with pleasure. She mumbled against him and hid her face alongside his chest, believing him to be Vegita in her sleep.
Testosterone may have been pounding and running rampant throughout Vegito's entire body, but he kept his powerful fists from taking what they wanted from Bulma. Both of his parts agreed that she was worth more than that, and he made no move to harm her or take his pleasure in her while she slept against him. He was soon breathing peacefully against her hair, fast asleep in Bulma's bed with her limp and fragile form snuggled safely in his protective grasp.
End Part Seven To Be Continued.
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Gohan flew through the quiet, moist summer night straight for Capsule Corporation, a determined flash sparking in his eyes and a slightly worried look on his lips. He had sort of been hoping Bulma would offer him a job, thus saving him from the trouble of going out in the real world. He supposed, however, that even if he was working at CC, its not like he would be there with Bulma all the time, she had plenty else to do with herself. He would have to work with other people who didn't really know him very well regardless of where he went.
Being young, strong and powerful, Gohan made it to Capsule Corp shortly. He headed into the outskirts of West City from the direction of the mountains, floating high over the buildings and people that decorated the earth below him. He felt separate from them, unsure of where he belonged. He sincerely hoped that finding a job amongst those he was uncomfortable with would help him gain confidence in their presence.
Gohan lowered himself from the clouds and dropped neatly onto the short, thick CC lawn. His feet were splashed lightly with nighttime dew as he padded towards the front door.
Gohan knew that Bulma was in her lab, as she had been there when he called, and because he could sense her there. He didn't sense any particularly significant energy levels alongside Bulma's, so he guessed that the high power he could feel in the main building was Vegito. In fact, he was certain of this, the power was unmistakably that of the princely warrior and his father.
Gohan headed for the second building, where the laboratory was located. He pushed the thick metal door open and stepped into the messy collection of junk and assorted circuitry that was Bulma's lab. Gohan headed straight for her ki, peering around curiously as he went. Bulma was such a strange woman. eccentric, certainly, and very original in her designs. She was beautiful on top of that, giving her a decidedly favourable position in life. Being rich and gorgeous was something that Gohan saw as an advantage, though not a thing he himself wished to share in. He was happy with a more humble sort of existence.
"Bulma? Hi. What are you working on?" He queried as he stepped up behind the blue-haired scientist. She was studiously inspecting a slide through a microscope, her hand making notes on a pad of paper to her right as she learned from the specimen before her. Gohan could detect the scent of both human and saiyajin blood in the room. He wrinkled his nose and ran a hand through his bangs.
"Oh hey Gohan, this is one of the samples of Vegito's tissue that I'm looking for clues in, now would be a great time for some extra saiyajin samples to compare it to. you know, like yours? Could you roll up your sleeve sweetie? It'll only take a minute, won't hurt a bit."
Gohan obediently set the papers he had taken with him down and rolled his sleeve up past his elbow. Bulma pushed herself back from the desk she was at and offered him a warm smile. She fished a syringe from a sanitary glass jar of them and rubbed a bit of alcohol on Gohan's arm. He didn't really mind needles, certainly he wasn't nearly as dramatic as Goku was about them, though he would really prefer to avoid them altogether. He waited patiently as Bulma drew a red sample from his am and applied a purple band aid with green stars on it to the little wound. She stuck the tubes of blood into a holder and told Gohan he was all set.
The youth took another look at what Bulma was doing and cleared his throat. "Um, Bulma, I brought my résumé over here, I was wondering if you could peek at it. Remember, I asked you on the phone?"
Bulma nodded with a bright smile and held out a hand, her perfectly manicured nails gleaming a shiny cherry red colour. She accepted the paper and skimmed it over, then read it more thoroughly a second time.
"Well Gohan, it looks to me like you aren't sure what job you're applying for. There are a few different things you can do to this résumé to make sure its right for whatever job you're going for. So we'll make a few copies of each and when you go job-searching you'll have everything prepared beforehand. Sound like a plan?"
"Yeah, gee thanks so much Bulma, my parents aren't really helpful with this kind of stuff, so I'm glad you're around to give me a hand with it. Do you really think anybody will want me to work for them though Bulma?"
"Sure Gohan, I don't see anything but good reasons for people to hire you. You're brilliant, and strong, and very intelligent. And besides, you learn so quickly, they won't need to spend any real time training you at all. You're going to do fine Gohan. I think I can promise you that."
"Then. I guess you're still sure you don't want me to work somewhere in CC, right?"
"Yeah, sorry Gohan, you have to do these things for yourself. If I give you a job, that'd be too easy. You have to go and find one on your own. First thing tomorrow.er.maybe after you sleep in, you should head out in the city and pass that résumé out."
"Uhm. well I was thinking of going to Satan City to look for work. I'm not sure West City needs anymore saiyajins around. if I'm in a different place then Vegito and Trunks then if something goes wrong there I can help. Besides. *blush* Videl lives in Satan City. I don't want anything to happen to her."
"Aww, cute Gohan, you've got a little crush." Bulma snickered and gave Gohan a sly grin. She swiveled around in her chair and set up some sort of equipment, adding Gohan's blood into her work somewhere along the way. She grew silent and Gohan realized that she was done helping him out for the time being. He bowed instinctively out of politeness.
"Thanks for your help Bulma, I'm gonna head home now. Uhm. if you see Trunks and Goten can you tell Goten to call home? Mom's wondering if he remembered to bring his toothbrush."
"But. aren't Trunks and Goten at your house tonight? Trunks asked me earlier if he could stay over at Goten's."
".No. I thought they were here. Goten asked mom if he could stay here tonight. "
"Oh I think I see where this is going. can you tell where they are? You saiyajins are so useful to have around when you aren't blowing things up. *smile*"
Gohan stretched his senses out, searching for his brother. He frowned when he found no trace of either Goten or Trunks whatsoever. A nervous look came over him and he felt like tugging at his collar. "Eww. uhm Bulma.. I don't sense either of them."
Bulma frowned and growled in her own little way, grinding her teeth and tapping her long nails with aggravation on the table-top. "Are you sure Gohan? Sometimes Vegita says. said you guys can hide your power. can't Trunks and Goten do that too?"
"Uhm. gimme a sec. I'll look again."
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Goten and Trunks chose that precise moment to leave the Time Chamber. Trunks had his nice thick protective sweat suit on, so that nobody could tell he was a freak, and Goten was holding his hand tightly to keep him from being scared. Goten knew full well that Trunks was freaked about what was happening. He was happy to offer any help he could that would make Trunks even a tiny bit happier.
"Hey Goten. do you think anyone'll figure out we were gone for so long?"
"I dunno Trunks. I sure hope not. I wouldn't want your mom or my mom to tell Vegito to punish us.that would be yucky. Do you think we should go look for him now or go to my house or your house or something? What do you want to do?"
"I already told you, I'm not goin' to se Vegito, Goten. We'll go to my house and pretend we were there all along, and when my mom asks me why I'm wearing funny clothes I'll tell her its cause my other ones are stupid and I don't like them anymore. Then she'll have to let me wear'em and she won't think something's weird. Don't give me away Goten. Remember, I'll be super mad and I won't be your friend anymore if you let anyone know. even Gohan."
"Ok Trunks. I promised you I won't tell anyone, and I still promise. I'm serious! I really won't tell nobody in the whole world, kay? It's just our secret."
"Cool. Lets go to my house, there's good food there, and I'm starving!"
Goten nodded and tugged Trunks down from the lookout towards West City with him. Dende must have been sleeping or something when they left the Chamber, 'cause they hadn't encountered him at all.
Trunks' mind sifted over his time alone with himself while he was in the Time Chamber. He had not gotten any stronger.or at least he hadn't trained to get stronger, though, obviously, he was. He flew beside Goten with their hands together and let his eyes play over the Earth far below. Little dots marked people's homes and vehicles, while farmland looked like stripy square patches of brown or green, and city streets appeared to be an intricate maze of concrete and pavement. Trunks could feel a little flame of power from every person below him; though none of them were anything significant to him, he thought it would be horrible if he somehow lost his ability to feel energy. What if he couldn't feel Goten at his side every day? That would suck! As it was, Trunks flew on strong, happy to have Goten with him, even if other things in his life were complicated and infuriating.
Capsule Corporation came into view before Goten and Trunks after a few minutes of steady flight. It appeared on the horizon, and seemed to scuttle closer to them along the ground until they were descending from the clouds and pushing Trunks' bedroom window wide open to climb in.
The lavender haired boy scratched his arms, he was itchy and sticky all over from the stupid fur underneath his sweat suit. He wondered if it would be ok to take it off now that they were home.
Trunks looked at himself, then at Goten. "Come on, we should grab some food and take it back up here to eat. This thing is all sweaty and hot to wear.eww. Remember not to let my mom know there's anything weird about me Goten. I'm really not ever gonna be nice to you ever if you tell or slip up."
Goten nodded seriously for what was beginning to feel like the millionth time. Yeesh. Trunks sure was worked up over something stupid, like fur. No wonder he'd been grumpy when he was trying to hide it in the Chamber. Goten pulled his boots off and crawled up onto Trunks' big king-sized bed. He stretched out till he was comfortable and sighed dramatically.
"Ahhh.. Wow I've missed your house lots Trunks. I'm so glad we're back now, lets stay here forever and never train in the Time Chamber again. It sucks there."
Trunks was already distracted by his own thoughts. He nodded offhandedly and left the room by himself to get something for him and Goten to munch on. He padded down the stairs toward the kitchen. =========
Gohan was able to find Trunks and Goten's energy in the air headed towards Capsule Corporation. He reported such to Bulma, who smiled with relief.
"Oh good thing you found them, I was getting half a mind to go look for them myself. and you know they wouldn't want to be found if it was me looking for them."
Gohan nodded to her with a smile. "Ah, I think they made up a name for you one time after you got ticked at Trunks.they were calling you the Punishment Queen. Heh.*gulp* guess that isn't as funny as it sounded when they said it. *sweatdrop*"
Bulma tapped her nails irritably on her lab table and glowered for a moment at Gohan, but the expression melted away into a smile. "Alright, now that you've found Trunks and Goten for me, and you've got that résumé all worked out, I think you should let me get back to work. Why don't you go see how Vegito is doing? He's around here somewhere. well you must know where he is, of course. Maybe he'll be in a better mood now than he was before. He's only really angry when he's awake. If you catch him just before he goes to sleep he's kinda relaxed. anyway, I have to get this finished so we can get him calmed down. goodnight Gohan."
Gohan smiled and retreated from the laboratory, wandering through Capsule Corp towards the kitchen. He knew that sometimes Bunny would be awake cooking at strange hours, and he was well aware that Bulma didn't mind him poking through the fridge, even though he felt it was sort of rude. He looked up when he sensed a large energy coming towards the room. He immediately tensed, realizing that it was Vegito. He looked back to the fridge in hopes of deterring the man's anger by distracting him with food.
Vegito strode into the room with his chest puffed out confidently. He managed to make the gesture look relaxed and natural, so that it really was a melding of Vegita's stubborn pride and Goku's calm demeanor, rolled together with the latter shadowing the former. If one really looked at Vegito and thought about his movements and actions, it became easily noticeable that he had a heavy presence, definitely more than most people. In fact, one might even say he was two people if they weren't already certain of it.
Vegito leveled his gaze at Gohan's ignorantly turned back and growled, irritation coming into his eyes. He shook his head and inhaled, forcing his blood down and turning the growl from his deep chest into breaths. His fists flexed unconsciously, however after barking at himself to keep his control tight, he managed to ebb the instant and irrational anger that plagued him, and he actually felt pleasant about seeing Gohan.
"Hi Gohan, what are you doing here? I thought you were at home in bed. Did you want to train?" Vegito's sentences were clipped, as he really wasn't too sure what to say to him. He reminded himself that it didn't matter what he said to the brat, because he was stronger, and nothing could touch him if he didn't want it to. There was hope and anticipation in his voice when he asked the boy if he wanted to train. He thought that would be the best thing to be doing at the moment, even though he had been planning on going to bed after he investigated why Gohan happened to be here at all.
Gohan turned around with a smile, holding a whole armload of food. Vegito's eyes widened and he gestured enthusiastically for Gohan to hand something edible over to him. High energy, after all, meant consuming lots of food.
Gohan handed Vegito a ham with a relieved sigh and moved to the counter, brushing past Vegito and feeling the man's ki crackle with raw energy as their skin touched. Gohan nearly jumped out of his socks, he hadn't even felt that power. it was just. just there, and it was completely undetectable to him, even now that he knew about it. He felt shaken and moved to the counter to prepare sandwiches for the both of them, glad that Vegito had taken the bait and accepted the food instead of getting angry over something.
Gohan sat at the table and put a massive serving tray of sandwiches between them. A smaller energy than his or Vegito's came into the room. Trunks' face appeared at Gohan's side. The boy looking up at him with intelligent blue eyes had a distinct frown on his face, and he was not looking at Vegito at all.
"Gohan, me and Goten need something to eat. we're having a sleepover and we're really hungry. Make us something."
Gohan blinked at Trunks. He looked weird. something was weird anyway. He was wearing a green sweat suit, and he had the sleeves hanging down over his hands. His hair was longer too, it was hanging in his eyes more than usual, making them appear bright like chips of ice twinkling in darkness. Well, Trunks' face was hardly darkness. he just looked a little weird. but kids were like that. one day you saw them and the next day they'd changed themselves somehow. Always coming up with something new. that was how Goten and Trunks were anyway. Gohan smiled and nodded.
"Sure Trunks, I'll make you guys something just as soon as I'm done mine, why don't you sit at the table and have a glass of milk? You haven't met Vegito before, have you?"
Trunks frowned, staying quiet for a moment. "Ve-who?"
Gohan looked momentarily robbed of words. His eyes flickered to the smirking countenance across the table. "You know.Vegito. He is my Dad and yours fused. He beat Buu and saved the Earth. you just haven't met him yet. Why don't you introduce yourself Trunks?"
Gohan, being raised by Chichi and all, knew all the proper things that someone was to do when meeting someone new. He was sort of proud of himself for being a good boy and remembering things that he didn't much care about. They were just habits hammered into him by his mother. Trunks had no such habits, and if he did, he was much to incensed with Vegito's existence to reveal them. Instead he gave Gohan a skeptical look, raising one eyebrow and crossing his arms over his chest. He spread his legs shoulder-width apart, completing his Vegita stance.
"I don't know what you're talking about Gohan. my Papa is fine, and so is Goku. I never heard of anyone called Vegito. what a stupid name. Sounds like someone just copying my Papa. Dummies. I can get food for me and Goten from the replicator that I invented. it tastes like cardboard, but its lots better than listening to you when you're obviously hallucinating."
Trunks stuck his nose in the air and marched to the replicator. He got a big bowl of M&M's and two saiyajin sized chocolate milkshakes, carrying everything out of the room while Gohan watched in total astonishment. Trunks was.not even acknowledging Vegito? Definitely not a good thing. Gohan turned the Vegito with a frown.
"I.uhh. well I'm sorry that Trunks doesn't seem to like you. but I bet he'll be better in the morning. Why didn't you say anything to him when he was in here?"
Vegito yawned ignorantly at Gohan and shrugged his shoulders, stuffing the end piece of his sandwich into his mouth and taking his leave of the room, his brilliant ki following him. Gohan stared after the man and pushed the rest of his meal away, frowning at the table for a long while before finishing the food and cleaning up after himself as well as Vegito. He took his leave of Cc, flying high above the clouds as he headed for home and crawling quietly into his welcoming bed sheets as soon as he flew through the window. He was out like a light before he knew it.
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Bulma took her leave of the lab at roughly the same time as Vegito and Gohan were sharing a silent meal in the kitchen. She stretched as she stood up from her desk, telling herself that she must be getting old. The thought made her frown, she knew Vegita. er. and probably Vegito as well, would live longer and stay more youthful looking for many years to come, while she would grow old and weak. Vegita had explained that a normal saiyajin does not live past fifty, thanks to the love of battle. However, those who did not perish in the fray tended to live well past a hundred years, though all of them eventually succeeded in slipping up and meeting their doom. It was dishonorable to die from sickness or age. Very few saiyajins had any desire to live past their fighting prime in the first place.
Bulma's mind wandered over these things as she brushed her teeth and washed the makeup from her face. She applied a ten minute rejuvenating mask and passed the time by changing into her pajamas and slippers. When she was not dressing to impress Bulma wore long sleeve silk pajamas with fluffy blue sheep on them. She liked the little sheep, though she'd actually got them because she knew Vegita would hate them and leave her alone whenever he saw her wearing them. Sometimes he was slightly too hard on her. but she wouldn't have it any other way. And those times.well they didn't happen very often. The fluffy sheep pajamas spent a lot of time in the night table drawer until Vegito arrived on the scene. Bulma feared he would visit her soon enough. and after the incident in the lab earlier this evening, She was ready to use the sheep pj's for self defense. Although. Bulma really thought that as long as at least some part of Vegita remained present in Vegito, then she was as safe with him as she could possibly be. Bulma tied her hair back and rinsed the mask off of her face. She moisturized her lips and around her eyes. She also did her face and throat, wanting to keep all of her skin baby-soft for as long as possible. With a smile at her reflection in the mirror, Bulma dimmed the lights and closed the Master bathroom door over, padding in her slippers over the plush bedroom carpets towards her water bed.
Bulma pulled back the thick feather duvet and slid between cream silk sheets, inching over to Vegita's side of the bed and closing her eyes with a sigh. She clapped and the lights went out, leaving only a crack of dim light filtering in from the Master bathroom. Bulma watched the ceiling with tired blue eyes, feeling herself ache for Vegita's heat beside her. He would push his ki into her and let her know she was safe. and now he was gone completely. Vegito was no substitute. he wasn't her Vegita. How in Dende's name could she learn to love anybody but the dark and arrogant Prince? It would be utterly impossible. She told herself that even if he approached her first and crawled right into the bed with her, she wouldn't want him there. Even if she let him kiss her, she would ache for Vegita. It could never work for her with anybody but him.
Feeling like a pathetic, desperate, and very lonely, overemotional woman, Bulma closed her eyes to the black ceiling and buried her nose in Vegita's pillow, which still smelled faintly of him. No tears fell from her eyes, but she missed him terribly anyway, and as she fell into a light sleep, she felt miserable, knowing that he was lost to her.
A silent figure was poised in the blackness of one far corner of the room. Vegito's pitch eyes watched the pale duvet rise and fall with the motion of Bulma's breaths. They were slow and even, indicating that she was at rest. He could hear her heart beating steadily behind her ribs, and he could hear her taking in air and letting it out again. He licked his lips, lowering his feet to the floor and walking to the bed. It rippled as his weight unsettled it. He sat on the edge of the bed, removing his pants and shirt before crawling into the silk heat beside Bulma. He pulled her into his strong arms and sniffed her hair with pleasure. She mumbled against him and hid her face alongside his chest, believing him to be Vegita in her sleep.
Testosterone may have been pounding and running rampant throughout Vegito's entire body, but he kept his powerful fists from taking what they wanted from Bulma. Both of his parts agreed that she was worth more than that, and he made no move to harm her or take his pleasure in her while she slept against him. He was soon breathing peacefully against her hair, fast asleep in Bulma's bed with her limp and fragile form snuggled safely in his protective grasp.
End Part Seven To Be Continued.
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