Forsaken Saiyan

Chapter 3

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Well, I must say I was quite surprised to see such a reaction to this story from someone. It was a welcomed surprise though. Penchy-chan….you are quite the observer and your questions will eventually be answered within the story itself. I'd answer them for you but…what fun would that be if you already knew what was to happen, hmm? Besides I like reading your endless inquires.

Alright, so since I did get wonderfully intriguing reviews I decided to post this chapter since it was already written. But this is the last one I have pre-written so posting from now on will be whenever the writing urge hits me. I am really fond of this one so I will continue producing more …just slowly.

In this chapter we meet yet another one of my figments of imagination that came to life in this fic. Also we find out who was at the door and…Pan continues to be the deliverer of more mystery. Oh, yes, and some more odd behavior from our incredible and NOT a complete baka, Goku.

Warnings and disclaimer from chapter 2 still apply. Especially the part about my lame humor.

Enjoy.

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PAST, (ONCE UNKOWN PLANET NOW VERIFIED PREVIOUSLY) SANDOOR

After stalking away from the aggravating prince, Oasis found himself nearing the top of a large sand dune. When reaching the top he looked down at the bottom of the opposite side. Eyes widened and his body flung itself back over the side he had approached from. His breathing started to grow heavily as he processed the images he just received. Slowly but extremely cautiously he crawled from his current position, yes, that means current position on his stomach, to peek over the top of the hill once again. Making sure his tail didn't betray him he grasped a hold of it securely but not hard enough to cause harm. Creeping over the edge, ebony set its sights on the image once more. He felt his heart skip a beat and his pulse quicken for reasons he couldn't identify himself.

The mesmerizing sight before him was himself. Well, not exactly, it was an oasis. Which already had an occupant. Oasis cursed himself for not being able to sense and identify this other before he even reached the top. He wasn't sure why he was getting mixed emotions with this individual's presence. Feelings of anger should be all mighty in his system but to his displeasure they were not. There was more, which just plopped him into an all mighty mess of confusion instead. He made the decision to push those silly things away right now and focus on the present situation and what he was going to do about it. After all he did have the upper hand, for the moment. He liked that. A smirk appeared on his face at the thought.

The individual seemed to remain unaware of the other presence that had joined the atmosphere. But just because whoever seemed to not notice does not mean they did not. This individual happened to be very important around these parts. Well to be more exact, this whole planet. This being was of the male persuasion and had similar anatomy, as the others of his race, which included Pion and Fexos. Although oddly enough he lacked the feather appendages the others had. Or maybe it was just he seemed to lack them.

Clothing resembling a likeness to Oasis's lay scattered near the shore of the small pond. The male at the moment was submerged in the liquid substance. He couldn't resist the urge, forming from his lips came a smile as he awaited what was to befall him in this condition. He was well built. It was clear he was strong. Strength enough to maybe even rival that of the other male within a few meters away from him, only hidden by view by a heap of sand. His hair remarkably seemed to possess the same pigment as that of Pion. Actually some of his features were somewhat similar to that of Pion, but not many. They were definitely unique. His eyes, however, didn't hold the same as the prince's. These were different. They weren't metallic blue like his hair. His eyes contained a shade of gray. Handsome in it's own way.

There had always been rumors that the male's eyes had once been metallic blue but after tragedy had befallen him they faded into the pigment they possessed now. They said the pain and sorrow had dulled them and removed the brightness and sparkle from his eyes. It was just a rumor though…or was it?

Getting restless not to mention uncomfortable in this position, which included the position of his tail being slightly squished, Oasis stood up and made no attempt to cover his presence any longer. Looking over to a rock not far from the shore where the other still remained seeming unaware and definitely not concerned while Oasis approached. Oasis soon reached the rock and mounted it, one leg over each side. Much the same as mounting that of a horse. He grunted not amused with the lack of reaction from the other. Never would he admit it but in a way he was disappointed at the non-response.

The smile that had appeared on the male's face had disappeared by now. Internally, however, it had only intensified into one of pleasure and amusement. Blinking his gaze over to the other who had mounted the rock he awaited the man to do more than just grunt.

"Hn, what are you looking at?"

The male blinked but kept his focus while his face remained basically emotionless. "You." Gray eyes watched the brow of the other raise in question. "Well, I am. It was an obvious answer. But I'll let you repay me with the same question which may not have such an obvious answer given I was here first, as well as the fact that my physical position right now is much different than yours. Now, why are YOU looking at me?"

'Damnit! Every single time! THIS happens!' Oasis could recall practically every single one. This guy's always ALWAYS one up-d him at least (at the very, very least) once during a conversation. He couldn't find out where the dude got his stamina for it either. But as his brain processed what the other was inferring he pulled his gaze away quickly (maybe too quickly), and before he could stop it, he was starting to feel his cheeks heat a little. Internally he shouted every single swear word he knew in every language he knew at the weakness of actually blushing. He swallowed hard to prevent himself from stuttering.

"It wasn't intentional. I was just plotting a way to blast your ass out of there so I could be alone and maybe take a dip myself. Besides this IS my spot. I had dibs and you knew that. So what are you doing here? Besides taking a dip in MY oasis."

The man couldn't help but smirk just a little bit. "Your oasis? That's interesting. Changing the subject. I'll admit you are quite good at that but YOU blasting my ass? Tsk, tsk, do not dilute yourself young sir. For you know perfectly well I could have blasted yours much faster then you could mine. Even if mine is much more visible than…you…rs…."

He felt his words slip as he saw the agitated flicking of a brown appendage coming out of the region he was speaking of blasting. His eyes widened as the memories flooded back in at just the sight of it. Standing up when he saw it might not have been the best idea but it was a knee jerk reaction.

If he had been angered by the heat in his cheeks before then he was going to go into a rage after the red shade that arose now. His heart raced as he tried to pull away his gaze from where it fell but he couldn't stop it. He had no damn control! Soon he found himself leaning forward into the visual shocker in front of him. Of course doing so, uh, caused him to once again find himself face first in the sand. Tail twitching as he lay there.

The non-clothed male grimaced as he watched on while his friend plummeted into the sand. He was going to go help him up had it not been for the realization of what sent the man into the sand in the first place. Heat flooded swiftly into his cheeks as he looked down at himself. 'Oh shit! What the hell is wrong with me?! It was just his tail!!! I didn't have to stand up for that!!! Damnit!' He stepped out of the water and grabbed for his pants, which were the fishnet material but unlike Oasis's black his were gray. Fortunately, the pants were made with underwear already sewn into the interior so as not to present himself that way again.

He slipped them on quickly then made his way over to Oasis who was sitting up and wiping the sand off his face. The classic irritable expression Oasis habitually had plastered to his face was present now but with just a hint more of agitation.

"Grr, stupid princes! Sending me into the sand all morning! I bet you did that on purpose!?!?"

Oasis's accusation rung in the man's ears. HAD he done it on purpose… at some level? No, how silly, of course he did not. Why would he? He ignored the questions in his head as he extended his hand out to the other to assist, but it was swatted away quickly. It had been expected. He sighed as he went ahead and responded to the accusations rationally.

"Don't be ridiculous! Of course it was not done on purpose. I just saw your tail. When did you get it back? Better yet…HOW did you get it back?"

A glare was sent his way as the man giving it stood up. Oasis was wary to believe it wasn't purposeful but ignored the urge to continue the paranoia. "Hn, its not really any of your damn business!"

The man rolled his eyes, "Come on now, Oasis. How did you get it back? Last time you had it….well uh…you know. Anyway I just want to know how it got back to you. And whoa, wait a second! Did you say PRINC-ES as in plural?!"

Oasis refused to participate in this interrogation. He had just left to come to this very spot to get away from interrogating little bastard princes. And what does he find? "Hn, what is with you royalty and thinking your so damn high and mighty that you can have all your questions answered just by asking them?"

The man brought a hand up to his temple and began to massage it. The other hand supported the elbow of the arm that the hand rubbing his head was attached to. "Oasis, you know I'm not like that. Why must you compare me to them?! I don't want to be compared to them! EVER!!"

His anger had gotten the better of him. Turning his back to Oasis for he could not face him after such an outburst. Usually he was well collected. Calm. Confidant. Emotionless. Just not around Oasis. Never was sure why but his emotions slowly started to resurface and seep out whenever he was around the man. It was disturbing. He wasn't able to control them as much either. It bothered him that this happens but his curiosity as to why it happens kept him coming back.

Damnit! He HATED princes! Why must the fool make him go and feel all guilty?! As if he didn't have enough guilt plaguing his body already! "Damnit!"

Oasis walked up to the back of his companion and sighed before reaching up in the intention of placing his hand on the man's shoulder. Instead the other turned around when his ears picked up the sigh so close which resulted in Oasis's hand making contact with his chest.

They both looked down at the hand with wide eyes. Quickly, Oasis removed his palm from the man's chest as he could have sworn he felt the male's heart begin to race. Both averted their gazes to hide their flushed cheeks. Oasis spoke first, "Your brother…"

The heat diminished as the man looked up at the figure before him. "My…my brother? What are you talking about?"

Without removing his gaze from its averted position, Oasis swung his tail slowly in front of him as he placed it into his own hands. Grey eyes widened in comprehension. "Pi-Pion? He did that? But-but….how?"

Oasis sighed as he sauntered away only to sit down and lean against the rock he had moments ago fallen off of. The other followed and seated himself next to Oasis as he listened for what he wanted to hear.

Amused laughter fell from the lips of the ebony-headed man. "He pissed me off."

He blinked. "What? You can't be serious? It had to be more than just that…everyone pisses you off."

The man refused to believe his little brother could be responsible for something so incredible. Maybe it was just jealousy that he was not the one to have caused it but it still didn't add up. It was a fact that everyone pissed him off. What was different about Pion?

Oasis glanced over into grey eyes for the first time since the little hand incident. "Heh, to be honest…I really don't know. In a moment's time a rage built within and it just exploded and released itself the only way my body knew how."

He raised a brow as he thought about something. "Are you saying that not only did you get your tail back but you lost control to the point of jumping into the blonde haired level?"

Oasis found himself nodding to the question.

It was then that the male noticed the limp strands of ebony. "Wow, it popped your band didn't it?"

Another nod as Oasis slid a hand through loose strands.

"Impressive. But I still find it hard to believe Pion did this just by making you angry. There must have been a trigger. Hmm, what exactly happened?"

Why? He didn't know but for some reason he found it easy to confide in this man more than anyone else he had ever met. He was doing it right now, confiding. "Hmm, well.…if I remember correctly he was arguing with me after I had told him he finally got some sense and realized who he was compared to me."

The other male grimaced knowing perfectly well the rage that comment could send his kid bro into. His bro unlike himself was proud of the princely heritage. He had his reasons why it disgusted him but he had not revealed it to a single soul. "Heh, bet that didn't go over well."

Oasis smirked, "Hell no."

Shaking his head as he found the antics of Oasis amusing but unique. "Well, what did he do or say?"

Closing his eyes and knitting his brows together as he tried to recall the words the prince used. "He said I was the one that needed to learn my place and then he went on to list a few things," Oasis listed them on his fingers as he said them, "filthy, no good, foolish…and the last one….hmmm…" His eyes snapped open as understanding came to him. His partner had no clue what the 'discovery' look was all about so raised a brow in question. Oasis took the hint.

"I know what caused it now."

The prince's brow remained in the questioning position as he began to blink awaiting the answer. Seeing he wasn't going to get one he sighed.

"You aren't going to tell me are you?"

A smirk and a nod were the reply.

A hand went up to massage temples as he spoke, "Should have known. Well, at least YOU know now." His hand fell away. "Must have been a pretty intriguing comment for you to react in such a way. I wish it had been me…" He felt a sigh escape him.

Ebony eyes widened as they looked over to the prince. Oasis swallowed hard. 'Did he just say what I think he did? W-Why would he say that? Why would he wish that?' Obviously the prince hadn't realized what he accidentally revealed. Oasis decided to use this to his own advantage.

"Why would you wish that?" His voice was calm and not accusing just…curious.

The prince closed lids over greys as his head leaned back against the rock behind him. "Why? Heh, why not? It would have been incredible! An honor really….Pion damnit! He doesn't even know the miraculous-ness of it all. Even if he found out…he wouldn't care the way I would. He'd just say something about how of course he is a prince after all…." Another sigh, "I just wish I could have…I wouldn't have taken it for granted. I mean I was there before. I've seen it before. No one else, save a few, has. After you woke up….I don't know what happened to you before you arrived but…when you woke up…I don't know….but next thing I do know your ripping it off like it's diseased. You didn't know what went on when you were asleep….I was there though. I…you let me…I mean…maybe you thought I was someone else…but you still let me…it was incredible. Closest I've come to euphoria…"

It was then it sunk in. He swallowed hard as cheeks burst into flame, or nearly. The prince couldn't summon the courage to look at the other male. He stumbled over his apology, "I-I….don…'t kn..ow w-what I'm saaaying. Daamn O-O-Oaasis….I'm…for-forget….all of that I'm so sorry. I d-didn't mean to...umm…I'm s-sorry."

He found himself rising before he got half way through with his poor excuse for speech. Walking away, back to where his clothes lie. Scooping them up he headed straight back to the castle in the distance. Far into the distance it almost wasn't visible, only the tip of a tower.

Oasis looked upon stunned. He was paralyzed. He couldn't have stopped the prince from leaving had he wanted too. His body and mind were in a state of shock he had never known before, till this point, was even possible. One thought repeated over and over again. 'I brought him closest to euphoria? I'm his…he….euphoria….Scors….My Prince Scors…his euphoria. Me?'

PRESENT, EARTH

"Hn, are you going to stare at me like THAT all day baka or are you going to invite me in?"

Goku's visage reflected his surprise at the Ouji's presence, but stepped aside letting him pass into the thresh-hold. Swallowing a few times before shaking the stunned look off his face he then went ahead and faced the prince who had already stepped a few feet in. He was about to close the door simultanesly but…

"Leave it open, Kakkarot. The onna and the brats will be here shortly."

"Oh, ok."

"TRUNKS AND BRA ARE COMING?!"

Both full-blooded Saiya-jin eyes looked down to the 'monkey' still clinging to the taller's leg. Vegeta raised a brow at the image then glanced up to Goku with a smirk plastered on his face. Goku instantly put on the trademark grin feeling nervous about what Vegeta might say next. Luckily he wouldn't have to worry too much about that.

"Did I hear someone say Trunks was coming over?"

The head of Goku's youngest popped out from the room next door. The rest of his body as well as the rest of the clan's bodies that had resided in the room with Goten soon followed it. Vegeta rolled his eyes as he watched all the bakas try and fit out the door at the same time. Goku winced as he witnessed the display before him.

"OW!! Gohan watch it!!!"

"Sorry Kaasan!"

"GOHAN!!!! KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF!! WE'RE IN PUBLIC!!!"

"Heh..s-sorry Videl." Apologized the now embarrassed half Saiya-jin, with red cheeks to boot.

After a few more seconds everyone wriggled around and squeezed themselves through. Not without pain though, as everyone instantly hit the floor with the force they all used to squeeze out at the same time. Too bad for Gohan who landed on the bottom. A muffled 'ow' of the sort followed the pileup, coming from the unfortunate Gohan. His brother on the other hand seemed to have luck on his side. Goten having already made it through the doorway before everyone else was unscathed as well as oblivious to the predicament going on behind him. Although the Ouji was quite aware of the antics of the others and his smirk widened as he watched on.

Pan seemed to share Vegeta's feelings and was amused but she wasn't going to let the Ouji smirk like that at her family. Letting go, finally, of the now well worked out appendage she approached Vegeta with a gaze that showed her seriousness and determination.

"HEY! It's not funny! Don't look at them like that! It's mean!"

Everyone's eyes widened at the child's words, including Vegeta himself. Goku made a dash for his granddaughter before what he knew for sure would happen. His Panny being ki blasted halfway around the world. He stopped though as a hand was shoved in front of him, eyes widened again as he followed the hand to its owner.

"V-Vegeta, please don't hurt her she's just a little girl." Ebony eyes pleaded with those of the same.

The outstretched hand descended back down to the Ouji's side while his eye's locked with the taller. "Hn, don't be a baka Kakkarot. I'm not going to hurt the brat. Well, at least not physically."

Goku gulped. The trio of bodies still in a heap watched on intently waiting for the moment to swoop in and save Pan if needed. They wouldn't need to. Gohan at least wriggled his head out from underneath the two women now sitting on top of his back. With a visual and all that he was able to hear he was tempted to power up and grab Pan out of the Ouji's reach but with the added weight upon him he didn't want to hurt the two responsible for the pounds. He sighed and watched on as well hoping his dad would save Pan if the need arose.

Vegeta bent down to the small girl's level and raised a brow as he studied her determined façade. Though her nerves shot through the roof as the full blood Saiya-jin Prince did this she remained calm and wouldn't allow her resolve to dissipate. Especially now that she had the object of her wrath's full attention.

"What is your problem, brat?"

"YOU!"

He couldn't help but admire her boldness it was so Saiyan like. Pride swelled up inside him but soon fell when he realized that she was only 1/4 Saiya-jin and her Grandpa was full….and well everyone knows how he turned out. 'What a waste.' His attention returned to the young girl before him as he proceeded to speak.

"Really? And why is that? I do not see any reason why you should have a problem with me. And if you did you should keep it to yourself next time or else you may just find yourself sailing on the front end of a ki blast like your baka Grandpa thought I was going to do to you."

What happened next was unexpected by all to say the least. Vegeta had thought the brat was just going to cower down and stutter an 'I'm sorry' before gripping onto her Grandpa's leg once more. Or hell he thought that maybe she'd even start crying, maybe. But this? Hell no. Everyone's eyes were wide with shock and soon to follow fear. Mouths all dropped open. Except Pan, who still retained her determined countenance.

The sound echoed through the room as a small palm contacted flesh and hard. Being unprepared for it Vegeta's head swung to the side from the momentum. His own hand went up to rub at the now hand print shaped red mark pulsing pain through his cheek. Ebony eyes gazed down at the child in amazement.

"DON'T EVER EVER CALL MY GRANDPA A BAKA AGAIN!!!!"

An intense aura surrounded the young brat as she glared back at the Ouji who's butt had made contact with the floor moments after her now burning hand met his face. Little hands balled up into fists as she stared hard. The Ouji was speechless. His first thought had been to blast her…but he couldn't bring himself to blast the brat. Even if she definitely deserved it for the shit she just pulled at that moment. She needed to be taught a lesson and learn her place! But, he hadn't blasted her? He stopped the urge after he realized partially what it was for. The Ouji felt the impact clearly and could only guess its true meaning. It wasn't just cause she hadn't wanted him to call her Grandpa names. Nope, there was definitely more behind that action. He could sense it and now could feel it as the rhythm of pain pumped from his red cheek.

By this time Goku had gotten rid of his shocked state and grabbed Pan out of the Ouji's range of fire. Gohan, Videl, and ChiChi though still stunned shoved the feeling down as they stood up. Goku handed the squirming and enraged little body to Gohan who firmly griped the figure to his chest. His wife assisted, clinging to him and grasping just as firmly onto one of Pan's wrists. ChiChi clung to Goten and tried to hold back her fear as it threatened to come bursting through her eyes in the form of tears. Goku stood his ground as he placed his body in front of Vegeta blocking the prince's view of Pan. The taller Saiya-jin placed a protective and determined look upon his aura as well as his visage.

"Vegeta, come outside with me please. You can take your anger out on me. Leave Pan out of this. She is just a little girl who doesn't know how to control her impulses. Please…take me instead of her."

Vegeta looked up at Goku as he spoke down to him. Then ebony eyes looked away and lids closed over them a few times, blinking. He was attempting to take it all in and discover the real reason behind that handprint on his face. The Ouji's hand still lay covering over the pulsing heat as he shifted expressions from stunned to his usual smirk. Ebony locked back to ebony as he answered the plea.

"Hn, sure Kakkarot. I've been waiting to beat you to a bloody pulp. It will be amusing I'm sure."

A sigh of relief escaped everyone else within the household except the still squirming youngster. Goku smirked back down at the Ouji as he offered his hand for assistance. The prince looked at the hand and grunted before assisting himself up with no help from the other. Goku let a smile slip onto his features as he followed his Ouji out the door for a spar. The door shut behind the full bloods. Gohan glanced at Pan then let his gaze rest on Videl's.

"Let's go home."

Videl nodded her head in agreement. They both didn't want to risk the chance of the Ouji changing his mind and ki blasting their only to who knows where. ChiChi stepped over to her oldest and his family while she suggested they use the back way out just as an added precaution. Gohan, Videl, and the grumbling bundle followed ChiChi out of the room and to the passage that would lead them out of the house. Goten stood alone in the living room as he began to blink. Once, to glance at the doorway everyone left him from. Second, to the door his pops and Vegeta left him from. Third, to no spot in particular in front of him.

"Why doesn't anyone ever answer my questions?"

A sigh escaped the teen as he stepped into the direction that would lead him to his room. But more importantly to a window where he could watch for Trunks' arrival. The teen grumbled something about how he should have abandonment issues and that nobody could blame him if he did because that display back there was proof enough. Stepping out of the room Goten left it empty and silent.

The room did not remain empty long for the woman of the household returned to it after she had seen her oldest son and his family depart. She wiped a tear away from her eyes as she entered the empty area. Even though they came often enough she still couldn't help but feel sad when Gohan departed from her company. It had been just her and him for a long time. And was mostly her and him even when Goku was around. Without Gohan she wasn't sure she would have been able to make it through.

She proceeded to settle herself on the couch after picking up a book she had been trying for awhile to finish but never got around to it. At least that's what she told herself. The book was about relationships and the mechanics of them all. In reality she had avoided returning to that book after she had reached the chapter titled: 'When It's Just Time To Face Facts And Let Go'. It brought tears to her eyes just seeing the words in print. A stream of tears built as she just stared long and hard down at the words. She slammed the book shut and set it aside. Wiping away her tears as a fake smile plastered itself on her visage.

"Don't be silly ChiChi, You don't need to read that book. He already told you he wanted to stay with you this morning. How many more times does he need to reassure you? Shimatta…"

She sighed as once again she shoved the title of the chapter into an overflowing room inside her head. The door was slammed and locked up tight as she closed it away in her mind. In reality and in her mind, she walked away from the door and the room. Ignoring the huge almost unignorable words painted on the door. 'DENIAL' was the last thought she had as she disappeared out of sight into her bedroom.

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Meanwhile, outside, the two full blooded Saiya-jin's were warming up for their spar. Well, actually Goku was warming up. Vegeta had already finished and was waiting on the baka. A smirk played in his head as an angry stare formed and directed its way to Goku.

"Kakkarot! Do you really need all that nonsense?!"

Goku paused in his reps as he glanced over at Vegeta's glare before smiling over at the prince and returning to the warm-up. "Well, of course Vegeta. I'm going to be fighting against you. I need all the help I can get."

A quirked brow was the instant response to that. 'Should I take that as a compliment or is he just being the third class idiot I know him to be? And is just too stupid to realize what he's saying? Then again either way it's the truth. At least I know he's honest. Hn, what a baka.' A smirk played both inside and outside his head as he watched the fool stretch. He attempted to ignore the way Kakkarot's muscles flexed as he stretched them and bent them to his leisure. Mostly he failed but he was able to keep his attention on what he was thinking about…er what he should be thinking about after that comment.

Ebony eyes seemed concentrated on the process of stretching muscles but in fact that were looking over and examining the prince. Goku couldn't help but smile as he saw a glimmer of pleasure pass through the Ouji's eyes. He attributed it to the fact that he complimented his Ouji. Goku was mostly right in his assumption anyway. That was good enough for him. He stopped stretching as he focused a serious expression on the other.

"Vegeta, I'm ready."

The prince's response was a grunt. Goku took it as Vegeta talk for 'Finally you baka. Took you long enough,' which was basically what Vegeta meant by it anyway. Though his mind had strayed Vegeta brought it back on track as he grazed his hand over a still slightly pulsing cheek. 'Kami, that brat knows how to hit.'

Vegeta could still feel something. He wasn't sure what exactly but it bothered him. He has called Kakkarot a baka….well he forgot how many times but plenty of times in front of the brat. Why had she picked then to slap him? Where did the fury come from? Damn she had a hell of a lot of guts to do it! Vegeta attributed most of this to Saiyan blood though. Which wasn't so far from the truth. Saiya-jin blood did help fuel her anger. But why was she so angry? Vegeta didn't know why he cared so much suddenly but it just bothered him. He had to know why. Then he could go back to ignoring the brat and calling her a brat and that fool a baka when the time arose.

They both stepped into their fighting stances and each held a smirk of amusement on their features. Sensing that Vegeta had no intentions of attacking first, which surprised the taller, but he proceeded in his line of attack. Drawing back his elbow, kind of like a slingshot, and flying full force at the prince. Goku released the powerful blow only to meet air where the prince had been standing. He whipped his head around to get a kick to the jaw. He flung to the ground unprepared for the massive blow. He stood up then ascended into the air after the hovering Ouji. Vegeta even though somewhat mentally distracted was prepared for whatever the third class threw at him.

They both quickly stopped dancing around each other and went into full-blown attacks. Both on the receiving end of what to a human would be fatal. Already they jumped into S.S. and their stamina never decreased it just grew as they exchanged close combat blows. Blood splattered to the ground here and there. Only from small gashes. Vegeta hadn't tried to use any ki blasts so far so Goku had not either. It was a silent request pleaded for by Goku, which stunningly the Ouji silently agreed to. Being to close to the third class's house wasn't to be risked with inhabitants within its walls.

Goku dodged an onslaught of repetitious attacks. Punch, punch, kick, kick, punch, kick, punch, punch, kick, kick, kick. It even started to become a rhythm inside his head, which he unconsciously started to hum to before Vegeta stopped the pattern.

"Kakkarot, what the hell are you doing?"

Goku blinked. A gaze was sent to the Ouji's. "Fighting you?"

A roll of ebony eyes and a shake of the owner's head was seen as a hand came to rub against temples before looking back at the definitely third class baka. "That's obvious, baka. I meant the humming. Am I not entertaining enough for you? That you have to go and add your own soundtrack out of boredom?"

Vegeta tried not to let it anger him but he felt his pride being knocked into as the baka thought him not to be a challenge. Not that he was trying really hard in this spar. His mind was elsewhere and he couldn't pull the unnerving thoughts away even with this chance of a fight. Goku swallowed hard then did the trademark Son grin to contrast.

"Of course not Vegeta. You're very entertaining and all. It's just I can tell your heart isn't in this fight. And as far as the humming well…you were repeating your blows in a way that started to make a song in my head. I'm really sorry if I made you mad Vegeta. I couldn't help it."

Vegeta growled at the other Saiyan not sure what pissed him off more the heart thing or the apology thing. His ki skyrocketed and knocked him into the ascended level. "SHIMATTA KAKKAROT!! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEARN THINGS THE EASY WAY INSTEAD OF THE HARD WAY!! AND STOP APOLOGIZING TO ME!!!!"

Ebony eyes widened on the Ouji, as they looked on stunned. Shoulder's slumped as head moved forward in disbelief. "B-But 'Geta…I was only apologizing for the humming. I thought that maybe it was distracting you. Geeze…"

The Ouji lowered his level and returned himself to just Super Saiya-jin before glaring over at the third class. He had been prepared to knock the vocal chords right out of Goku's throat. Why did he stop? That name. It clicked somewhere but the prince couldn't place it. Where had he heard it before? And by who?

"What did you say?" Blonde faded into gravity defying ebony as a gruff voice questioned the other.

Goku blinked unsure of exactly which part his Ouji was referring to. 'Why does he sound so unnerved and what's with jumping out of Super Saiyan?'

"Um…I said that I was only apologizing for the humming since I figured it annoyed you and..uh…yea that's it."

"No, baka. Not that part….W-What did you call me?"

Goku's eyes widened. 'Did the Prince of Saiya-jin's just…stutter?!'

"I….I….um…" He tried to remember what he did say. Wasn't it Vegeta? Oh WAIT!

"'Geta?"

The Ouji felt a chill run up his spine at the name. 'Where the hell have I heard it before?!'

"Is there something wrong with it?"

Vegeta averted his gaze as he tried to shift through his memories. Through faces….voices…but nothing. Where was it? WHO was it? He glanced quickly at Goku before looking away again. Noting the confused look on the man's face. It was amusing. Or would have been amusing had he not been so creeped out by the name and the mystery it was residing within him.

"Ah, no….its nothing."

The taller knew it wasn't just 'nothing' but he wasn't going to push the other for answers. He probably wouldn't get any even if he did push. A shrug was given as he asked something he hoped would rid the prince of his melancholy mood.

"Well, ok. Do you want to conti…."

"GOKU? OTOUSAN? WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING UP THERE?"

Vegeta sighed as he glanced down at the brat. Even if it was his….it was still a brat in his eyes. And annoying one at the moment. He shouted back down at the kid.

"WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE BRAT?! DON'T ASK STUPID QUESTIONS! Your starting to sound like Kakkarot's spawn."

He began to descend towards the ground as he finished. Lowering his volume as he did so. Goku followed the example and descended as well. "Maybe, you should come back home with me and spar instead of hanging out with that brat. You're losing brain cells."

Vegeta smirked over at his son who in turn just smiled back fully used to the kind of talk his father gave him. The boy nodded a hello to Goku as he made contact with the ground again. His gaze landed back on his Otousan's as he responded to what anyone else would have taken as demoralizing.

"Otousan, You really shouldn't talk like that about Goten. You know perfectly well that he's a good guy. Whether you admit you like him or not. Oh yea! By the way before I forget. Kaasan and Bra will be here in a little while. Hmm, I'd estimate around 20 minutes. They're bringing dinner." Trunks let his inherited smirk rest on his face.

Vegeta raised a brow at the visual amusement on his son's face while Goku just blinked not sure what was going on in the secret father-son silent talk. "Oh? Is that why you've arrived before them? Didn't they have any capsules with them?"

"Of course, but the capsules we had could only hold so much. They needed the extra room so I offered to fly ahead and inform ChiChi she had the night off." Trunks glanced at Goku and an image of a similar miniature Goku with different hair popped into his head along side the older Saiyan. He laughed, "Ok well not completely the night off."

Vegeta followed his boy's gaze and the reasoning behind the last statement sunk in. "Hn."

Goku only blinked not sure what was going on but as soon as he felt both princes' gaze on him his trademark resurfaced itself. "Heh, heh, heh…"

Fortunately for Goku, he didn't have to have their gaze on him too long as his youngest burst out his bedroom window and landed in front of them all. "TRUNKS!"

Trunks watched his friend land as a smile sprung to his face as he saw the excitement on the other's. "Chibi…"

The full bloods watched as their two offspring walked off into the house together to inform ChiChi of dinner plans. Their gaze then fell to each other. Goku smiled and Vegeta smirked back. It was a silent show of knowing the pride they each held for their sons even if their methods of parenting varied. Soon both minds wandered onto other things and Vegeta's smirk faded into an expression filled with melancholy again. Goku let his smile fade, as he grew worried for his Ouji.

"Vegeta, what is it about that name?"

The prince glanced at the only other surviving full blood, to his knowledge, before he sighed and looked away. "I already told you Kakkarot it is nothing. Now, if you want to talk to me about names how about you tell me what was wrong with your brat's offspring and the anger at 'baka'?"

Goku smiled and shook his head. How did Vegeta always manage to turn things around onto him every time the prince didn't want to talk about something? It was a talent that Goku envied. His face turned serious as he really thought about what the Ouji was asking. "To be honest Vegeta…" Would anyone expect less? "…I don't really know what was the matter."

Brows knitted together as he examined the taller of the two. The baka was lying to him. Why? This was unacceptable. Goku didn't lie. Not to his Ouji. It was forbidden. Ok well…it should be forbidden. At least in Vegeta's mind it should be. He couldn't believe this. What the hell was wrong with these bakas today? Well he wasn't going to stand for it.

"Kakkarot don't lie to me. I'll take it as an insult if you continue to do so."

Goku turned his back to the prince and bit his bottom lip. What was he thinking?! He can't lie?! He's not good with lying! At least not directly like this. And especially not directly like this to his prince. What is he going to do?!

"Vegeta, if you don't let me lie to you then I can't say anymore."

And with that the taller of the full bloods made his way back to the entrance of his home. Vegeta was flabbergasted. Did he hear that right?! Was the baka….for once not being such a baka?! AND yet still being one for not telling him the truth! SHIMATTA! What was going on?! And how could he have missed it for so long? Ebony eyes filled with concern and a hint of curiosity, as he watched the slumped form of his comrade make his way to the house.

"Kakkar…"

The whispered name was cut short as the simultaneous sounds of the house door slamming shut and the 'vroom' of a certain blue-haired beauty and her miniature's car rolled into the scene. Vegeta sighed and looked longingly one last time at the closed door where the usually happy-go-lucky Saiya-jin was last seen by his own ebonies. The same ebonies redirected themselves at the approaching vehcile and its passengers. And he couldn't forget the cargo either. A smirk and the grumble of a tummy was produced by the Ouji before he went to have himself talked into assisting in the unloading of food parcels.

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Wasn't that just fascinating? It definitely brings up more questions I'm sure. But it probably answered some… maybe… or just increased the level of wanting to know their answers, eh?

I have a pretty decent idea of what's going to be happening next so perhaps I'll get to writing it soon.

Reviews are always fun. And it is rare for me to call something fun so take it seriously

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