I actually had time to update, soz bout the wait peeps.

Warnings; May contain swearing and hinting of Yaoi, don't like? Don't read!

Pairings: KaixRay, SetoxJoey, YamixYugi, TrunksxGoten. RyouxNicole.

Disclaimer; Piccolo's green, Kai's hair is blue, Bakura's mean. I don't own so you don't sue.

-'thoughts'

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Chapter 9; Knive's edge, and no its not Bakura.

"Don't wish to be rude but could you guys get out of the way, we're running behind as it is. Goku! Vegeta!" called Nicole.

"Hold your horses girl!" Vegeta yelled back.

"That's Vegeta for we're nearly ready." Tien snorted. "Where's your white haired friend? The one that isn't out cold on the floor."

"Ryou? I haven't a clue where he is. Come to think of it, I haven't seen Tristan or Gohan either... Chief, how's things up there?"

"Everything's ok, the camera's on standby for the next act, I've been filming the whole thing." The reply came over the radio headsets.

"Have you seen Ryou, Gohan and Tristan? They've disappeared."

"Gohan said they went to get something from Tristan's place. That was about five minutes ago."

"They're close by, they should be back soon." said Goku. He and Vegeta had taken off their shirts and each had strapped two scabbards across their chests.

"How can you tell?" asked Ray. Seeming a little confused.

"We can sense energy levels. For example, Kai's at the back of the hall, that Tyson kid is in the bathrooms, and Max is... right behind me. You ok Maxie?"

"Yeah I'm good thanks. What are you two going to do with those swords?"

"Spar with them." answered Vegeta, checking his nails. Well, that's what he would be doing if he wasn't wearing his gloves. (Has anyone seen him without gloves on?)

"It's kinda like a sword dance, but Vegeta seems to become hard of hearing at the word 'Dance'. Says it's for weaklings."

"Vegeta thinks everything's for weaklings. He'd stop breathing if he thought it made him weak." Nicole tutted.

"Hn!"

"Oh Vegeta for everyone's sake, will you stop thinking everyone's not good enough for you. At least until tomorrow." Goku sighed in exasperation. "I wonder how Bulma and Trunks put up with you sometimes."

"Look, you guys are up." Nicole hissed. Picking up the mic. "Ladies and gentleman. I give you, Goku and Vegeta who will be doing a spar dance involving swords, they are professionals and recommend that nobody tries to repeat what they see tonight. Goku and Vegeta!"

Goku and Vegeta walked onto the stage to the applause and a few wolf-whistles from the crowd.

With pecks, abs and muscles like theirs, who wouldn't!

Goku bowed to the crowd in the traditional japanese style, Vegeta reluctantly copied. Then he spotted something in the front row.

Goten and Trunks hugging. And it didn't look like the friend's way either.

Wait... Goten... and Trunks... hugging?

The halfbreed son of a third rate Saiyan, hugging the Royal Saiyan heir?

That only spelt one thing... trouble for Goku.

Vegeta faced Goku, he was so narked at the thought of his son with Goten, all he was missing was the little vein popping up on his head... oops, as a Narrator, I spoke to soon.

"AAAH!" Vegeta gave a cry, drew his swords and launched himself at Goku.

Goku only just managed to draw his own swords and block him.

'Why the fuck isn't Vegeta sticking to the plan! He bowed and then looked like he was ready to kill.' Goku looked over to Trunks and Goten. 'Shit! It makes sense now!'

Goku threw Vegeta off and began to fight back.

"I thought this was a dance-type spar, it's become an all out battle." asked Nicole. She looked into the audience and came to the same conclusion as Goku. "Oh, god, this isn't good, Piccolo, what can I do?"

"There's nothing you or anyone can do once Vegeta's in a temper."

"Great, I just hope Goku can hold him off."

So far Goku was doing so, with great difficulty. Vegeta was mad and he hadn't even turned super saiyan yet. Kenny had put on some dramatic japanese music to help the mood. Goku and Vegeta were spinning and ducking, dodging and diving, making it resemble some form of dance.

"Trunks, I'm worried Vegeta's gonna go too far."

"So am I Goten, but I don't know what to do about it."

Goku was faring pretty well until one of Vegeta's blades skimmed his flesh on his side.

"Ah! Shit!" he hissed, checking his left hip. Vegeta was out of control and he had to put a stop to it. Now!

Goku rose in the air and started spinning fast enough to throw Vegeta off his guard. Having done that, Goku tripped Vegeta so he fell backwards, waved his blades around as he pinned Vegeta to the floor with his knees, crossing the blades over Vegeta's throat like a pair of scissors. Both chests heaving rapidly and sheened with sweat.

"We'll talk about this when we're off stage. Get up and bow." he hissed, getting off Vegeta. Vegeta stared, he had never seen Goku so angry.

The pair got up, sheathed their swords, bowed and waited for the curtains to close. Then Vegeta stormed off.

"Vegeta! You can't control what Trunks does anymore, he's old enough to know his own feelings."

"TheRoyal Saiyan line is at risk if my son goes off with the half breed son of a third rate soldier!"

"I don't care if you insult me, but don't insult my sons when Trunks isa half-bloodas well." Goku growled angrily.

"And the Royal Saiyan line went when Planet Vegeta went. No, it's about your pride where you're concerned. You've lived in the past for too long, it's the twenty-first century Vegeta. Your. Son. Is. Gay!" Piccolo scolded.

"You never wanted anything to do with Trunks until he did something that you disapproved of, poor kid. You disapprove of him loving Goten. That can't be helped. I can sense their love as much as you can. Either learn to live with it or go isolate yourself in Space again. You seem to be getting good at the latter."

"Doesn't it bother you that your son is with another man!"

"No it doesn't, and we can't do anything about it anyway."

"Your wife can."

"Chi-Chi'll get over it, she'll have to, as will Bulma." Piccolo added.

"Vegeta's found out then has he?" asked a voice, Gohan had returned.

"You knew about this son?" asked Goku, more curious than angry.

"Kinda... Goten came to me one day while you guys were sparring and told me everything. The fact he went out with girls to stop himself thinking about Trunks, he was kidding himself at the end of the day. He's never felt strongly about anyone else."

"B-B-B... they're only boys!" Vegeta stammered, running out of arguments, that one being the feeblest of the lot.

"They're eighteen and nineteen years old Vegeta. They know their own minds."

Vegeta hung his head, knowing he had been beaten. Then returned to the dressing room and slamming the door shut. Needing some much needed time to think.

"Oh god Goku, you're hurt!" Nicole came running in with a first aid kit. "Vegeta, you better not break anything!"

"No, Nicole I'm fine." Goku smiled, he stood up straight, winced and said "Maybe not."

He sat on the table whilst Piccolo held a torch up and Nicole cleaned and patched him up.

"It's just a flesh wound, it wasn't that deep, but those blades must be really sharp."

"Not really. Vegeta must have got carried away when he sharpened his ones, mine were only sharp enough to slice a melon in half when pushed."

"Ok." she got up and rounded on Gohan. "Where did you go! Where's Tristan and Ryou?"

"Chill Nicole, we're here, I asked Gohan to fly me home to get something for my act." Tristan called, Nicole couldn't make out what he was carrying over his shoulder.

"And I went with them to get you these." smiled Ryou, blushing about ten shades of red as he handed her a bouquet of roses and lavender.

"Oh Ryou. They're lovely. Thank you." She breathed in their scent. Ryou hadn't really counted on what Nicole did next. She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed even deeper if that was possible.

"Aw, that is so sweet. It's all happening here tonight." Joey grinned, going all gushy. He had changed his belly dancing top back to his t-shirt. "Um...Bakura's moved, should we be worried?."

"I flew him home when I was out with Tristan and Ryou."

"Thanks Gohan." Nicole smiled, a pinkish tinge on her face from hugging Ryou.

In the auditorium...

"I hope that taller guy is ok, that blade looked sharp." said Gary.

"Yeah, me too." nodded Tala.

"What was that Vegeta thinking? He must be seriously out of his tree." asked Duke.

"He saw us." Goten sighed. Trunks's eyes were hidden by his bangs.

"Vegeta's my father, he only sticks his beak in when I do something he doesn't like. I'm sick of it."

"Hey Trunks, don't let him bug you, he'll get over it." Mariah told her new lavender haired friend.

"You don't know Vegeta." Goten snorted.

"If he's anything like Kai, we have a faint idea." Hiro told him.

"If your old man can't dig your vibe, then he some seriously bad chi, you dig me homie?" Grandpa Granger told him.

"Does he always talk like that?" asked Goten, sweatdropping.

"Sadly, yes. Tyson's been with him too long, he's just as bad." Hiro sighed, sweatdropping as well.

"He is right though, I didn't want Yugi hanging round with Joey and Tristan at first, but he went ahead and did so anyway, now I trust them as much as I do my grandson. Vegeta can only give you the benefit of the doubt." Grandpa Mutou told them.

"I guess so." sighed Trunks. "Yugi's next isn't he?"

"Yep, haven't a clue what he's doing though." shrugged Tea.

"I have a faint idea." said a voice.

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