Being Vegito
By Lady AngelFiren
Part Nine: Aftermath
Son Gohan's reflection flickered back and forth slightly in the not-quite- still surface of a large mountain lake. He studied himself closely, trying to adopt an eye for his appearance. Normally Gohan didn't think all that much about how he looked. Generally a quick shower in the morning and a healthy breakfast and he was pretty much set and ready for his day. However, this morning, he didn't have a chance to be calm or relaxed.
Having stormed out of his house without so much as a moment's consideration, Gohan was left to fend for himself and prepare for his big day. Well, it was a big day for him anyway, considering he'd never done anything like job hunting before in his life. He was not used to leaving without his mother's healthy encouragement. at least now that he looked back on it, the attention seemed that way, although at the time, 'healthy encouragement' was more like 'insanely ranting mother.'
Gohan's hair was as tame as he could manage to make it stay, which was pretty much the same as any other instance of freshly showered Gohan. It insisted on spiking up and declaring his heritage loud and clear to those who knew what to look for. He didn't think much of it, however. He was more concerned that his clothes matched and looked presentable. He was wearing a pair of navy slacks and black shoes. A blazer and a tie accompanied the ensemble, but overall it displeased the young man.
He gave a frustrated growl and shrugged out of the blazer, frowning at it as he removed the rest of his clothes (not his tighty whitey's you hentais!) save the shirt. Finally he settled for his normal shoes, though they did look a bit worn, and some khakis. He didn't want to look overdressed. After donning the light colored pants, his mother's voice rang in his head, reminding him to always try and contrast his clothes so he looked even. He didn't quite see why it mattered, but he changed his shirt anyway, going for a navy polo shirt instead. Obviously, his mother picked out his clothes. He was grateful that she did - the few times she'd taken him shopping with her (for shoes and such), he'd been simply overwhelmed by so many options for what to wear, and had virtually crumbled in the ominous face of the boy's/men's department. Gohan wasn't stupid enough to try shopping by himself, clearly enough.
After deciding that he finally looked alright, Gohan packed up the rest of his clothes capsules and tucked all of his personal items away. He was planning on staying in the woods, since that was the place he'd have the easiest time surviving in. He was well able to fend and care for himself, and he wouldn't be bothering, or bothered by anybody else. Gohan was learning that compared to other people, he was a private kind of guy. The more people shared of themselves with him, the more alienated Gohan felt. He was unwilling to talk about himself.
Videl. she'd said a thing or two about her own life to him before, and in response, Gohan had just looked at her, not knowing quite what to say. He recalled the blush that would rise to his cheeks when he was around her, and the warm feeling low in his belly. It'd been decidedly uncomfortable a lot of the time, especially at first. After a few weeks of knowing the fiery young woman, Gohan's tension had mellowed some, but he was still wound as a spring just thinking about another person in an even slightly sexual manner. He had never intended to think of her like that at all, it had just sort of happened. Gohan had spent little time in his life around women who weren't his mother or Bulma, and his young mind was very curious about some things. He'd had the same curious thoughts about Erasa, and even some of his teachers. but really they were very innocent thoughts, though Gohan didn't know this.
After making sure he'd done everything he needed to, including brushing his teeth, Gohan took to the sky, heading for Satan City. His mind was filled with apprehension and his stomach was fluttering with excited butterflies.
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Trunks crumpled to the ashen floor of the Gravity Chamber, his limbs shivering with the ache of exhaustion and his spine humming from the afterglow of power. He could barely think, his mind was filled with static it seemed. His ears rang with his own screams and he could feel the coolness of tears marring his flushed cheeks. Indeed the hair on his arms and everywhere else was standing straight on end, still crackling occasionally from the residual energy left by his tantrum. He looked ridiculous, actually, but he wasn't thinking about that at the moment. The rage he'd felt had subsided considerably, but he sensed it in the back of his mind, slumbering restlessly.
Trunks closed his eyes and willed himself to move. He was crumpled and leaning in a sitting position on his arms. Sweat was dripping from the tip of his nose, and his throat was raw from screaming. He forced himself to sit up straighter. He ran his trembling hands through his hair, hearing static crackle in his fur as he moved. His fingers stopped when he felt something strange. He brought his other hand up to the side of his head and felt the strangeness there as well. His ears. a lump of fear and certainty formed in his stomach. His hands felt over his ears, which seemed to have changed shape slightly. They pointed up and came to soft tips. Like creepy Spock ears, or elf ears, or maybe cat ears, Trunks really wasn't sure. He just wished this weren't happening to him. He sniffled and put his hands over his face, trying very hard not to cry anymore than he already had. It stung his pride and made him feel like a disappointment each time that tears wet his cheeks.
He stayed where he was for a moment, then got to his feet, nearly falling on his face when he did. Trunks made his way to the locker room that was part of the Gravity Chamber. He was too short to see in the mirror, so he rose himself up until he was level with it and cocked his head to the side, pushing his hair out of the way. Yes, definitely a problem with his ears. They had grown larger and more noticeable, but pointed at the tips, and well. they looked like dog ears, actually. Like triangles sticking out of the sides of his head, only angled up kind of. Trunks felt really stupid now. They were even covered in dark purple fur, black at the tips. Trunks glared at his reflection, trying to move or twitch his ears. They responded to his efforts easily enough, flattening back when he scowled at the mirror, and perking forwards when he listened carefully.
Trunks sighed and forced himself to remain calm. Enough loosing it like some.some nine-year old baby (never mind that Trunks was nine, of course). He noted his appearance, disheveled from his power and sweaty all over. And lets not forget the static puffball syndrome. Trunks decided on a shower. He soaped up and felt considerably calmer afterwards. His nails were precise and pointed on both his feet and hands, it seemed that after powering up so much, he'd sped up a few of the changes that were happening to him. At least, that's what the evidence pointed to. Trunks was skeptical, he felt like someone was making this happen to him, like it was up to whoever was forcing this upon him decided when what changed. He knew that was absurd, but he felt paranoid about it anyway.
He now, however, faced the task of reclaiming his dignity. He'd really done himself in with his mother, and loosing control like that was bound to piss people off. It would have had his father raving at him for the damage to the Chamber. He prayed that Vegito would not be the same. As much as he hated to acknowledge Vegito at all (because he was disturbed every time he even thought the man's name), Trunks knew he was living at CC for the time being, and he seemed to consider himself 'man of the house' too.
Trunks scowled at that thought, pulling his sweat suit back on and putting the hood up this time, to hide his ears. He prayed to Dende that his face would not change like the rest of him. When he flicked his tongue around in his mouth he felt his teeth were pointed and uncomfortably sharp. With a defeated feeling settling in him, Trunks emerged from the Gravity Chamber to look for Goten's energy.
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Vegito's eyes kept shifting from the moron in the green striped shirt dancing on the television, to the fidgeting young boy on his left. He wouldn't be so distracted by Goten, he reasoned with himself, if Trunks' tantrum in the Gravity Chamber would just taper off. Goten seemed affected by his best friend's disturbingly high power level. Vegito was also very aware of it, but frankly he thought Blue's Clues was a hundred times more entertaining. It was just that Goten. well he was hard not to pay attention to. Part of him questioned why his Goku half had chosen not to play an active role in Goten's life. The rest of him was very curious as to why Goten was so interested in him at all if his real father had not wanted anything to do with him.
Goten could feel Vegito's eyes on him. His body was being pumped with adrenaline. His ki was very close to Trunks' ki at all times, and Trunks being so overloaded made Goten upset and hyper at the same time. He was bothered by what made Trunks' energy dark and unhappy and scary. It wasn't the same as it had been, he was sure of it. Vegito's large ki masked some of Trunks' when Goten stayed close to him, so he was glad to be as near as possible to the grown saiyajin. He was sitting right against him at the moment, ready to crawl into his lap at the first opportunity.
Goten wasn't paying attention to Blue's Clues, although Vegito seemed to like it, so he reminded himself to find out what it was all about at a later date. He was startled out of his thoughts when Vegito turned to look at him. Vegito's eyes were black and touched with a warmth that Goten didn't think anybody else would be able to see. Other people. they just didn't notice a lot of what he saw, it was like they didn't notice when people's feelings changed unless they said something about it or acted sad, angry etc. Goten didn't tell anybody that he could tell most of the time when they were upset or excited or lying to him, he didn't think it was very polite to go around talking like that to people. The few times he did it to Trunks, his friend seemed to feel violated. He was angry that Goten knew when he felt insecure or inadequate. Goten never used any complicated words, not even in his thoughts, but Trunks could get the message from him easily enough no matter how little he actually said out loud. Trunks just knew him like that. The past few months in the Time Chamber had been really hard on Goten, Trunks' negativity polluted him constantly, making it really hard for him to feel happy at all. He was glad they were out of there, although Trunks was still upset.
Finally, the roar of power that Goten felt from Trunks subsided and faded into a more normal level of energy. Goten sighed in relief and scratched his head, looking at the TV. He felt Vegito's eyes on him still, and he was kind of intimidated by his presence. His power was awesome, impossible, and the rage in him. it made for one scary guy. Goten was starting to wonder if not listening to Trunks had been the right thing to do. Maybe it was better to stay away from Vegito? No. he hadn't done anything bad, and he hadn't seemed to be bothered by Goten, obviously he wasn't going to hurt him. He was even the one who suggested watching TV, everything was fine. Goten told himself that he would just have to worry less. He sighed and relaxed, leaning into Vegito a little more and smiling pleasantly. Just like that, he calmed himself down. Certainly not something just anybody can do, Goten was definitely Goku's son.
Vegito felt Trunks' power drop, and a few minutes later he felt Goten relaxing against his side. He stiffened, but the calming fuzzy energy that was Goten's did wonders to help him relax. He let some of his inner energy out to curl around the boy, feeling Goku's effect keenly.
Without any words at all, Vegito sensed and made not of Goten's hesitance to accept him. He detected this in the way Goten's ki withdrew from his own when he sent it around the young half-saiyajin. Growling helplessly before he could help himself, Goten's energy withdrew from him further, and Goten looked up at him hesitantly, uncertainly. He obviously did not really trust Vegito. Just because he wanted to get to know him didn't mean that Vegito had gained any ground with the boy just yet. He relaxed himself forcefully, and again tried to send some tendrils of power around Goten. This was the 'Goku' power, the part of him that remained hidden most of the time. It just crawled right out and insisted that Goten accept it. Vegito was, of course, in complete control of this, but he felt strongly influenced by warm fuzzy Goku-ness.
Goten allowed the ki to wrap around him, and even let his eyes close as he smiled. Vegito wasn't really sure what he felt. He put a hand in Goten's hair and ruffled the black spikes, earning a curious look from Goten. Vegito, ever concerned about his ego and his stately status as the most powerful being in the universe, patted the boy on the head and quickly removed his hand, putting it back in his lap and re-focusing on the television.
The pair remained where they were together on the sofa until Trunks could be heard opening the door to the Gravity Chamber. Vegito stiffened first, and the ripple of unease I his energy made Goten lose his calm and he twisted around, crawling up to look over the back of the couch and down the hallway. Trunks could be seen there, standing in the doorway and looking sort of dazed. Goten immediately leapt over the couch and zipped to Trunks' side. He peered into Trunks' face with worry and immediately wrapped him in a tight hug when he saw the fear and fire in his eyes.
"I hope you're better now Trunks." Goten said quietly into his friend's ear while he leaned up on his tip toes to hug him. He noted Trunks' lips curling back from his teeth and a blush coming over his cheeks. He stepped deftly out of Goten's reach and tugged him into the gravity room, shutting the door. Trunks seemed to calm considerably when the door was closed, separating him from Vegito once more. His eyes flashed up to meet Goten's and his face curled into an unsatisfied frown.
"Goten." He breathed, a growl rising in his hoarse throat. His crouched position suggested that he was feeling backed into a corner, although the whole gravity chamber spread out behind him. "I thought you were going to stay away from him! How come every time he's around you end up forcing us together!? Stop doing it, ok? Now we can just get out of here and go to your house today."
"But Trunks I think you should meet Vegito."
"WHAT!? Are you kidding!" Trunks' lips stretched back from his teeth, revealing their white and pointed perfection. He snapped them together in Goten's general direction and coiled his fists tightly.
"Wait Trunks, just listen to me for a minute."
"Why should I bother? Nothing you have to say about that loser is gonna change my mind!"
"Shhh!!. Stop talking like that! Vegito is half your dad! Don't you want to know him? And he's half mine too. Its like we're brothers now. we can be best friends and brothers!"
Trunks' face took on a completely disgusted expression and he was now trembling with rage and stinging displeasure. He shook his head violently at Goten and dashed forward faster than Goten could even see, grabbing the young Son by his upper arms and lifting him off the ground. He snarled into Goten's face.
"Listen here Goten. if you're on his side, then we can't be friends any more. I told you that before, and now you have to choose. Me or him!?"
"You Trunks..but.. I'd be really happy if it could be both of you... I want us to have a dad."
"That thing isn't a father! It's a monster!"
Goten's black eyes surveyed Trunks' snarling face. He watched the creepy way his friend's features changed until there was nothing of him left at all in their expression. He saw the sharp teeth and strange ears, and he could feel claws poking his arms. Goten shivered with the feeling of cold discomfort he got from Trunks.
"Trunks. I think. that you're a worse monster than he is right now. You're scaring me!"
Goten twisted out of Trunks' grasp and kicked him backwards. The moment he heard Trunks hit the floor Goten was of like a shot. He slammed the Gravity room shut and immediately lowered his ki as much as he was capable. He dashed over the couch and past Vegito. He reached the doorway to the TV room when he abruptly turned on his heels and dove onto the couch, stuffing his head down into the cushions beside Vegito and yanking the throw blanket over himself.
Trunks didn't give chase to Goten. When he heard his friend say what he said, Trunks felt cold inside and all over. He felt the power being sapped from his body by his own doubts. Trunks pulled his hair in miserable, frustrated fear and looked for Goten's ki. Seeing it was with Vegito's again (he could detect Goten even if his friend hid his energy. He could find Goten virtually anywhere), Trunks turned to his mother's power instead. He feared seeing her after his freak-out this morning, but it was imperative. He had to do it, as soon as he possibly could. This was serious now, he was turning into something, and whatever it was, it was making him yell at Goten and hate Vegito even more than he already had. Trunks felt his mother's energy in the backyard by the gazebo. He looked at his feet and walked out onto the lawn.
End Part Nine To Be Continued.
OK, I know this is the shortest chapter so far in this story. Sorry everyone, but the chapters are writing themselves, they decide when its time to end, not me. However, I can assure you all that I'll get the whole story out eventually, Don't worry about that. So what did everyone think? Thanks so much for your reviews on my last chapter, I really appreciate all the encouragement! ^__^ There should be some interesting stuff in my next chapter, so stay tuned!
Lady AngelFiren
******** QUESTION!!! What sort of job should Gohan try out for? Any suggestions are welcome, try to be creative!
Also, I'd really like to see some feedback on Trunks' situation. I know the story is called "Being Vegito" and not Trunks, however it is about Trunks as well, he will play an integral role in the fic. Are you all just completely turned off by what's happening to him? DO you like it? Want to beat me for making him act the way he has? Come on people, tell me what you think!! ********
Son Gohan's reflection flickered back and forth slightly in the not-quite- still surface of a large mountain lake. He studied himself closely, trying to adopt an eye for his appearance. Normally Gohan didn't think all that much about how he looked. Generally a quick shower in the morning and a healthy breakfast and he was pretty much set and ready for his day. However, this morning, he didn't have a chance to be calm or relaxed.
Having stormed out of his house without so much as a moment's consideration, Gohan was left to fend for himself and prepare for his big day. Well, it was a big day for him anyway, considering he'd never done anything like job hunting before in his life. He was not used to leaving without his mother's healthy encouragement. at least now that he looked back on it, the attention seemed that way, although at the time, 'healthy encouragement' was more like 'insanely ranting mother.'
Gohan's hair was as tame as he could manage to make it stay, which was pretty much the same as any other instance of freshly showered Gohan. It insisted on spiking up and declaring his heritage loud and clear to those who knew what to look for. He didn't think much of it, however. He was more concerned that his clothes matched and looked presentable. He was wearing a pair of navy slacks and black shoes. A blazer and a tie accompanied the ensemble, but overall it displeased the young man.
He gave a frustrated growl and shrugged out of the blazer, frowning at it as he removed the rest of his clothes (not his tighty whitey's you hentais!) save the shirt. Finally he settled for his normal shoes, though they did look a bit worn, and some khakis. He didn't want to look overdressed. After donning the light colored pants, his mother's voice rang in his head, reminding him to always try and contrast his clothes so he looked even. He didn't quite see why it mattered, but he changed his shirt anyway, going for a navy polo shirt instead. Obviously, his mother picked out his clothes. He was grateful that she did - the few times she'd taken him shopping with her (for shoes and such), he'd been simply overwhelmed by so many options for what to wear, and had virtually crumbled in the ominous face of the boy's/men's department. Gohan wasn't stupid enough to try shopping by himself, clearly enough.
After deciding that he finally looked alright, Gohan packed up the rest of his clothes capsules and tucked all of his personal items away. He was planning on staying in the woods, since that was the place he'd have the easiest time surviving in. He was well able to fend and care for himself, and he wouldn't be bothering, or bothered by anybody else. Gohan was learning that compared to other people, he was a private kind of guy. The more people shared of themselves with him, the more alienated Gohan felt. He was unwilling to talk about himself.
Videl. she'd said a thing or two about her own life to him before, and in response, Gohan had just looked at her, not knowing quite what to say. He recalled the blush that would rise to his cheeks when he was around her, and the warm feeling low in his belly. It'd been decidedly uncomfortable a lot of the time, especially at first. After a few weeks of knowing the fiery young woman, Gohan's tension had mellowed some, but he was still wound as a spring just thinking about another person in an even slightly sexual manner. He had never intended to think of her like that at all, it had just sort of happened. Gohan had spent little time in his life around women who weren't his mother or Bulma, and his young mind was very curious about some things. He'd had the same curious thoughts about Erasa, and even some of his teachers. but really they were very innocent thoughts, though Gohan didn't know this.
After making sure he'd done everything he needed to, including brushing his teeth, Gohan took to the sky, heading for Satan City. His mind was filled with apprehension and his stomach was fluttering with excited butterflies.
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Trunks crumpled to the ashen floor of the Gravity Chamber, his limbs shivering with the ache of exhaustion and his spine humming from the afterglow of power. He could barely think, his mind was filled with static it seemed. His ears rang with his own screams and he could feel the coolness of tears marring his flushed cheeks. Indeed the hair on his arms and everywhere else was standing straight on end, still crackling occasionally from the residual energy left by his tantrum. He looked ridiculous, actually, but he wasn't thinking about that at the moment. The rage he'd felt had subsided considerably, but he sensed it in the back of his mind, slumbering restlessly.
Trunks closed his eyes and willed himself to move. He was crumpled and leaning in a sitting position on his arms. Sweat was dripping from the tip of his nose, and his throat was raw from screaming. He forced himself to sit up straighter. He ran his trembling hands through his hair, hearing static crackle in his fur as he moved. His fingers stopped when he felt something strange. He brought his other hand up to the side of his head and felt the strangeness there as well. His ears. a lump of fear and certainty formed in his stomach. His hands felt over his ears, which seemed to have changed shape slightly. They pointed up and came to soft tips. Like creepy Spock ears, or elf ears, or maybe cat ears, Trunks really wasn't sure. He just wished this weren't happening to him. He sniffled and put his hands over his face, trying very hard not to cry anymore than he already had. It stung his pride and made him feel like a disappointment each time that tears wet his cheeks.
He stayed where he was for a moment, then got to his feet, nearly falling on his face when he did. Trunks made his way to the locker room that was part of the Gravity Chamber. He was too short to see in the mirror, so he rose himself up until he was level with it and cocked his head to the side, pushing his hair out of the way. Yes, definitely a problem with his ears. They had grown larger and more noticeable, but pointed at the tips, and well. they looked like dog ears, actually. Like triangles sticking out of the sides of his head, only angled up kind of. Trunks felt really stupid now. They were even covered in dark purple fur, black at the tips. Trunks glared at his reflection, trying to move or twitch his ears. They responded to his efforts easily enough, flattening back when he scowled at the mirror, and perking forwards when he listened carefully.
Trunks sighed and forced himself to remain calm. Enough loosing it like some.some nine-year old baby (never mind that Trunks was nine, of course). He noted his appearance, disheveled from his power and sweaty all over. And lets not forget the static puffball syndrome. Trunks decided on a shower. He soaped up and felt considerably calmer afterwards. His nails were precise and pointed on both his feet and hands, it seemed that after powering up so much, he'd sped up a few of the changes that were happening to him. At least, that's what the evidence pointed to. Trunks was skeptical, he felt like someone was making this happen to him, like it was up to whoever was forcing this upon him decided when what changed. He knew that was absurd, but he felt paranoid about it anyway.
He now, however, faced the task of reclaiming his dignity. He'd really done himself in with his mother, and loosing control like that was bound to piss people off. It would have had his father raving at him for the damage to the Chamber. He prayed that Vegito would not be the same. As much as he hated to acknowledge Vegito at all (because he was disturbed every time he even thought the man's name), Trunks knew he was living at CC for the time being, and he seemed to consider himself 'man of the house' too.
Trunks scowled at that thought, pulling his sweat suit back on and putting the hood up this time, to hide his ears. He prayed to Dende that his face would not change like the rest of him. When he flicked his tongue around in his mouth he felt his teeth were pointed and uncomfortably sharp. With a defeated feeling settling in him, Trunks emerged from the Gravity Chamber to look for Goten's energy.
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Vegito's eyes kept shifting from the moron in the green striped shirt dancing on the television, to the fidgeting young boy on his left. He wouldn't be so distracted by Goten, he reasoned with himself, if Trunks' tantrum in the Gravity Chamber would just taper off. Goten seemed affected by his best friend's disturbingly high power level. Vegito was also very aware of it, but frankly he thought Blue's Clues was a hundred times more entertaining. It was just that Goten. well he was hard not to pay attention to. Part of him questioned why his Goku half had chosen not to play an active role in Goten's life. The rest of him was very curious as to why Goten was so interested in him at all if his real father had not wanted anything to do with him.
Goten could feel Vegito's eyes on him. His body was being pumped with adrenaline. His ki was very close to Trunks' ki at all times, and Trunks being so overloaded made Goten upset and hyper at the same time. He was bothered by what made Trunks' energy dark and unhappy and scary. It wasn't the same as it had been, he was sure of it. Vegito's large ki masked some of Trunks' when Goten stayed close to him, so he was glad to be as near as possible to the grown saiyajin. He was sitting right against him at the moment, ready to crawl into his lap at the first opportunity.
Goten wasn't paying attention to Blue's Clues, although Vegito seemed to like it, so he reminded himself to find out what it was all about at a later date. He was startled out of his thoughts when Vegito turned to look at him. Vegito's eyes were black and touched with a warmth that Goten didn't think anybody else would be able to see. Other people. they just didn't notice a lot of what he saw, it was like they didn't notice when people's feelings changed unless they said something about it or acted sad, angry etc. Goten didn't tell anybody that he could tell most of the time when they were upset or excited or lying to him, he didn't think it was very polite to go around talking like that to people. The few times he did it to Trunks, his friend seemed to feel violated. He was angry that Goten knew when he felt insecure or inadequate. Goten never used any complicated words, not even in his thoughts, but Trunks could get the message from him easily enough no matter how little he actually said out loud. Trunks just knew him like that. The past few months in the Time Chamber had been really hard on Goten, Trunks' negativity polluted him constantly, making it really hard for him to feel happy at all. He was glad they were out of there, although Trunks was still upset.
Finally, the roar of power that Goten felt from Trunks subsided and faded into a more normal level of energy. Goten sighed in relief and scratched his head, looking at the TV. He felt Vegito's eyes on him still, and he was kind of intimidated by his presence. His power was awesome, impossible, and the rage in him. it made for one scary guy. Goten was starting to wonder if not listening to Trunks had been the right thing to do. Maybe it was better to stay away from Vegito? No. he hadn't done anything bad, and he hadn't seemed to be bothered by Goten, obviously he wasn't going to hurt him. He was even the one who suggested watching TV, everything was fine. Goten told himself that he would just have to worry less. He sighed and relaxed, leaning into Vegito a little more and smiling pleasantly. Just like that, he calmed himself down. Certainly not something just anybody can do, Goten was definitely Goku's son.
Vegito felt Trunks' power drop, and a few minutes later he felt Goten relaxing against his side. He stiffened, but the calming fuzzy energy that was Goten's did wonders to help him relax. He let some of his inner energy out to curl around the boy, feeling Goku's effect keenly.
Without any words at all, Vegito sensed and made not of Goten's hesitance to accept him. He detected this in the way Goten's ki withdrew from his own when he sent it around the young half-saiyajin. Growling helplessly before he could help himself, Goten's energy withdrew from him further, and Goten looked up at him hesitantly, uncertainly. He obviously did not really trust Vegito. Just because he wanted to get to know him didn't mean that Vegito had gained any ground with the boy just yet. He relaxed himself forcefully, and again tried to send some tendrils of power around Goten. This was the 'Goku' power, the part of him that remained hidden most of the time. It just crawled right out and insisted that Goten accept it. Vegito was, of course, in complete control of this, but he felt strongly influenced by warm fuzzy Goku-ness.
Goten allowed the ki to wrap around him, and even let his eyes close as he smiled. Vegito wasn't really sure what he felt. He put a hand in Goten's hair and ruffled the black spikes, earning a curious look from Goten. Vegito, ever concerned about his ego and his stately status as the most powerful being in the universe, patted the boy on the head and quickly removed his hand, putting it back in his lap and re-focusing on the television.
The pair remained where they were together on the sofa until Trunks could be heard opening the door to the Gravity Chamber. Vegito stiffened first, and the ripple of unease I his energy made Goten lose his calm and he twisted around, crawling up to look over the back of the couch and down the hallway. Trunks could be seen there, standing in the doorway and looking sort of dazed. Goten immediately leapt over the couch and zipped to Trunks' side. He peered into Trunks' face with worry and immediately wrapped him in a tight hug when he saw the fear and fire in his eyes.
"I hope you're better now Trunks." Goten said quietly into his friend's ear while he leaned up on his tip toes to hug him. He noted Trunks' lips curling back from his teeth and a blush coming over his cheeks. He stepped deftly out of Goten's reach and tugged him into the gravity room, shutting the door. Trunks seemed to calm considerably when the door was closed, separating him from Vegito once more. His eyes flashed up to meet Goten's and his face curled into an unsatisfied frown.
"Goten." He breathed, a growl rising in his hoarse throat. His crouched position suggested that he was feeling backed into a corner, although the whole gravity chamber spread out behind him. "I thought you were going to stay away from him! How come every time he's around you end up forcing us together!? Stop doing it, ok? Now we can just get out of here and go to your house today."
"But Trunks I think you should meet Vegito."
"WHAT!? Are you kidding!" Trunks' lips stretched back from his teeth, revealing their white and pointed perfection. He snapped them together in Goten's general direction and coiled his fists tightly.
"Wait Trunks, just listen to me for a minute."
"Why should I bother? Nothing you have to say about that loser is gonna change my mind!"
"Shhh!!. Stop talking like that! Vegito is half your dad! Don't you want to know him? And he's half mine too. Its like we're brothers now. we can be best friends and brothers!"
Trunks' face took on a completely disgusted expression and he was now trembling with rage and stinging displeasure. He shook his head violently at Goten and dashed forward faster than Goten could even see, grabbing the young Son by his upper arms and lifting him off the ground. He snarled into Goten's face.
"Listen here Goten. if you're on his side, then we can't be friends any more. I told you that before, and now you have to choose. Me or him!?"
"You Trunks..but.. I'd be really happy if it could be both of you... I want us to have a dad."
"That thing isn't a father! It's a monster!"
Goten's black eyes surveyed Trunks' snarling face. He watched the creepy way his friend's features changed until there was nothing of him left at all in their expression. He saw the sharp teeth and strange ears, and he could feel claws poking his arms. Goten shivered with the feeling of cold discomfort he got from Trunks.
"Trunks. I think. that you're a worse monster than he is right now. You're scaring me!"
Goten twisted out of Trunks' grasp and kicked him backwards. The moment he heard Trunks hit the floor Goten was of like a shot. He slammed the Gravity room shut and immediately lowered his ki as much as he was capable. He dashed over the couch and past Vegito. He reached the doorway to the TV room when he abruptly turned on his heels and dove onto the couch, stuffing his head down into the cushions beside Vegito and yanking the throw blanket over himself.
Trunks didn't give chase to Goten. When he heard his friend say what he said, Trunks felt cold inside and all over. He felt the power being sapped from his body by his own doubts. Trunks pulled his hair in miserable, frustrated fear and looked for Goten's ki. Seeing it was with Vegito's again (he could detect Goten even if his friend hid his energy. He could find Goten virtually anywhere), Trunks turned to his mother's power instead. He feared seeing her after his freak-out this morning, but it was imperative. He had to do it, as soon as he possibly could. This was serious now, he was turning into something, and whatever it was, it was making him yell at Goten and hate Vegito even more than he already had. Trunks felt his mother's energy in the backyard by the gazebo. He looked at his feet and walked out onto the lawn.
End Part Nine To Be Continued.
OK, I know this is the shortest chapter so far in this story. Sorry everyone, but the chapters are writing themselves, they decide when its time to end, not me. However, I can assure you all that I'll get the whole story out eventually, Don't worry about that. So what did everyone think? Thanks so much for your reviews on my last chapter, I really appreciate all the encouragement! ^__^ There should be some interesting stuff in my next chapter, so stay tuned!
Lady AngelFiren
******** QUESTION!!! What sort of job should Gohan try out for? Any suggestions are welcome, try to be creative!
Also, I'd really like to see some feedback on Trunks' situation. I know the story is called "Being Vegito" and not Trunks, however it is about Trunks as well, he will play an integral role in the fic. Are you all just completely turned off by what's happening to him? DO you like it? Want to beat me for making him act the way he has? Come on people, tell me what you think!! ********
