Finding One Another

Chapter 2 is up!

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There's just isn't enough Gohan/Vegeta stories out there. There's just something about those two that makes them a perfect couple.

Well, the storm is underway and they're stuck in the house. So what kind of trouble can the Saiyans can get into? How about telling how they feel? You'll just have to wait and read.

So with future ado, here is the next chapter!

Disclaimer: you know the line…..


Chapter 2

"Gohan, will you come and sit down?" Chichi exclaimed.

Standing at the window, Gohan stared out at the raging storm. The storm was making him a bit nervous. It was getting worse by the minute. The tree in the front yard looked ready to snap in half.

"The storm's making him nervous." Vegeta observed while sitting on the couch.

"Why?" asked Bulma.

"Don't know. It's just is." Gohan announced. He was watching the plane being rocked by the wind. "Bulma, maybe you should recaspule the plane before it gets damaged."

Standing up, Bulma went over to look at her plane. Seeing the plane, she agreed. She started towards the door when Vegeta stopped her.

"I'll go. You stay inside."

Vegeta left before anyone could say a word. Gohan watched as the older man ran to the plane. The heavy raindrops were beating his flesh. Vegeta was getting soaked by the minute as he fiddled with the controls. The plane didn't want to recapsule for some reason. He finally got the plane recapsuled and hurried back into the house.

Standing in the doorway, water dripping into puddles on the floor, Vegeta was shivering from the cold rain. Hw just stared at the woman. "The damn thing wouldn't recapsule." he growled, tossing the capsule to Bulma.

"Lets get you out of those wet clothes." Chichi stated as she moved over to Vegeta. "Strip."

Vegeta's head snapped to look at her with wide eyes. Did I just hear her right? "What?"

"You heard me. You need some dry clothes. Or do you want to get sick?" Gohan's mother said.

"Saiyans don't get sick." the Saiyan prince exclaimed.

"Yeah, well, there's always a first. Get out of those clothes so I can hand them up to dry."

"And what do I wear in the meantime?"

"I think some of my old clothes will fit you." Gohan said.

Grumbling, Vegeta stripped down to his boxers. Trunks and Goten walked into the living room carrying bowls of popcorn. They just stared at Vegeta puzzled. Gohan dragged the prince upstairs. He led him to Goten's room, which was once his and Goten's room. Some of Gohan's old clothes were still in the closet incase Goten wanted or needed them. Going through the closet, he found his old training gi and a short sleeve black t-shirt and tossed them to his friend.

Seeing the orange gi, Vegeta tossed it back to him. "I am not wearing that."

"Why not?" Gohan felt hurt. He picked it because he wanted to see Vegeta in it.

Vegeta heard the hurt in his voice. A sharp pang of guilt hit his heart. He did something to hurt Gohan's feelings. Something he didn't want to do. The man wanted to know why he wouldn't wear it. "I don't have the right to wear it. That gi has become the Son family symbol. I am not part of the family. There for, I can't wear it."

Shit! I didn't want to say that! Why did I have to go and say that? Vegeta thought as soon as those words left his mouth. He never wanted Gohan to know that.

Gohan stood there stunned. He never thought that Vegeta felt that way. He wasn't part of the family? Chichi, Goten, Trunks, Bulma, him and Vegeta was a family. They were as close as one family could get. Trunks was like a brother and Bulma was like a second mom. And Vegeta, a lover, a mate. He had every right to wear the gi. He had trained him and was there for him when he needed a father figure. He was his best friend.

"But you are family, Vegeta."

"No. Legally, I'm not." the prince announced.

Gohan held the gi out to Vegeta. "Please? I want to you wear it. You do have the right to. You're my sensi, friend, father, and. . ." Gohan stopped himself before he let took much slip. He was about to say "my love". "Please, Vegeta?"

Vegeta saw the pleading in his eyes. Just by his eyes, he could tell the younger man wanted him to wear. His Gohan wanted him to wear it. What did he mean by and? That was starting to puzzle him. He hasn't seen him this series in a while. Smiling, Vegeta took the clothes.

"Thank you." Gohan said, smiling.

Without another word, Gohan left. Vegeta stood there, looking at the clothes. On the back of the gi, was the symbol for the royal family. When Vegeta officially took Gohan under his wing, the younger man put the symbol on, stating that he was the prince's student. The day he saw the symbol, Vegeta was filled with pride. Gohan was embracing his Saiyan heritage more and more. Later, Gohan had told him that he wanted to make him pride of him. Indeed Vegeta was and still pride of him. Even though the younger man was no longer his student. Gohan had passed his teaching when he reached Super Saiyan Level 3.

Tracing the pattern, Vegeta's heart filled with pride and love. It felt as if someone was squeezing it. Staring at the door that Gohan had closed when he left, he smiled.

It's time. I don't think I can go on any longer. I just have to get him alone to tell him.

Gohan slowly walked down the hallway, in thought. It was still puzzling him as to why Vegeta said he wasn't family. In his heart, he wanted him to be his family. His mate and the father of his children. So many times over the years he wanted to tell him. But when ever he to tell him, he lost his nerve. And he almost slipped up just moments ago. He almost called him his love.

Why didn't I just say it? Then Vegeta would know how I felt about him. Why can't I bring myself to tell him? I love him more than life. What is wrong with me?

Starting down the stairs, he stopped and turned to look down the hall towards the room that held his love.

Why is it so hard to tell him? I should be able to go up to him and say, "Vegeta, I love you." But no. I chicken out every time. Stupid Gohan. I can fight whatever is thrown at me, put up with mom's temper. But I can't tell someone that I love them. I'm going to die lonely. I just know it.

Gohan turned to head down when he came face to face with his brother. Goten was heading up the stairs to get his mom's sweater when he saw Gohan standing there, staring down the hallway. He saw his expression and knew what was going through his mind. Seeing his brother standing there, Gohan jumped, startled.

"What are you doing? Trying to give me a heart attack?" Gohan asked.

"Mom wants a sweater. It's getting a tad chiller down there. The temperature is dropping outside. And what are you doing?" Gohan didn't answer. He looked back over his shoulder. Whenever Goten saw his brother like this, he hurts inside. He just wants to see his brother to be happy. "Come with me." Grabbing his arm, Goten dragged him down to Chichi's room and closed the door. "You need to tell him."

"I can't. Every time I go and tell him, it's like something is stopping me." the oldest stated.

"There's more to it than that. I know your fears. You're afraid you'll end up just like dad. Always away, fighting or training. Being gone for months, years at a time. You're not dad. Sure you can argue that I don't know him. But from what I heard about him, you're nothing like him. Gohan, you're only hurting yourself. How long have you been in love with Vegeta?"

"Too long."

"In numbers."

"Fifteen years."

"Fifteen years. Since you were twelve. You deserve to be happy. Let someone take care of you instead of you taking care of us. You don't have to be the protector all the time."

Goten's words were repeating over and over in Gohan's head. He really hasn't stop to think how many years he's been in love. Fifteen years. It didn't seem that long. He was twelve when he realized he was in love with the older man. The pain that he sometimes felt in his heart, was stronger than usual. It felt as if he was going to cry.

I don't want to be lonely anymore. I'm Earth's protector for Kami's sake. I should be stronger than this. That's it. I don't care how I do it; I'm going to tell him tonight. I just need to get him alone. With mom and Bulma around, that's going to be hard.

Seeing the new determination in his eyes, Goten could only guess that his brother is making the right decision. Now all he has to do is take his speak and use it on himself. It's only been four years since he fell in love with Trunks.

"What about you, squirt?" Gohan asked. "You should take your own advice and apply it to yourself."

"You're right. I will tell Trunks. Tonight."

Placing a hand on his shoulder and gently giving it a squeeze, Gohan smiled. Tonight, they were finally going to tell their loves how they feel. They don't have to worry about how their mother would feel about them loving a man. She couldn't careless. As Chichi stated, "I'm happy for you. If being with a man makes you happy, I don't care. All I want is for you to be happy." And happy they were.

Grabbing a sweater out of the closet, the two brothers headed back down to the living room. But when they entered the room, Gohan stopped dead in his tracks. Standing there, wearing his old gi, several strains of hair falling into his eyes, was Vegeta. Seeing him, took his breath away. He couldn't believe how handsome the prince looked in that outfit. His heart was quickening just looking at him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Gohan tried to calm his racing heart. Their eyes locked. Neither one could move or divert their eyes away. Bulma, Chichi, Trunks and Goten watched as the two stare at each other. Trunks and Goten knew what was happening. The two women were confused.

The flickering of lights caught everyone's attention. Trunks quickly grabbed the flashlights incase the power went out. When they were sure that the power wasn't going to out, they settled down to watch a movie. The two younger demis sat on the floor, resting up against the couch. The two older Saiyans took up the couch as Chichi and Bulma settled in the two armchairs.

As they were watching the movie, Gohan begun to lean against Vegeta. The prince noticed this and smiled to himself. All he had to do was put an arm around his shoulders and bring him closer. He so much wanted to do that.

Laying his head on his shoulder, Gohan knew what he was doing. No one else in the room was paying any attention to them. He can feel the older man shift in his seat. Not sure if that meant Vegeta didn't like it or what. So not wanting to push his luck, Gohan sat up.

Why did he have to go and move? I was getting comfortable so he could be comfortable. Damn it. Vegeta thought.

As the movie was ending, the lights flickered. When they were sure the lights we going to stay on, Chichi put a new movie on.

"What movie are you putting on?" Goten asked his mother.

"How to Loose a Guy In Ten Days."

Trunks and Goten glanced at each other disgusted. "Chick flick."

"We're going to me room." the youngest said as he grabbed a candle and a flashlight.

Heading out of the room, Goten caught Gohan's eye and have his brother a slight nod. Hearing the name of the movie, Vegeta groaned. He hated chick movies. Gohan wasn't happy either. He forgot how many chick flicks he had to sit through. And every time, he would fall asleep. As the movie stated, the two men decided to take a quick nap.

"Why did they have to go and put on chick flick for?" Trunks complained as he flopped down on the bed.

"Women love those movies. Why, I'll never know." Answered Goten as he closed his bedroom door. Good. Maybe now I can tell Trunks.

"I fell sorry dad and Gohan. They're stuck watching it" the young prince said.

"I bet they're sleeping."

Standing, Trunks went over to the television and turned it on. He was becoming nervous. He wasn't sure how Goten would react. There was one way to fine out.

Goten's hands wee starting to shake because he was so nervous. Now or never.

"Trunks/Goten, I have something to tell you." they said at the same time."

"You go first, chibi." Trunks said. I hope whatever it is, that Goten doesn't take too long.

"Trunks. . . I. . . I love you."

What? Did Trunks just hear that right? Did his chibi just tell him that he loved him? His brain had decided to shut down. He couldn't form word. His whole body was filling with joy. He loves me? My chibi loves me!

Goten watched for a reaction from his friend. All he saw was a stunned expression. He didn't know that was a good thing or a bad thing. Now that he finally told him, he felt like a bricks were lifted off his shoulders. Goten wished that Trunks would say or do something. The silence was driving him nuts.

A smile appeared on Trunks' face. "I love you, too, Goten."

This time it was Goten to be shocked. He had dreamed of this for some time. And it finally came true. He loves me!

The two stood there, smiling. Crossing the space between them, they slipped their arms around each other. They were finally together. Each one had waited to hear those words that now they have, they were on the verge of tears.

"I love you so much, Trunks. I still remember the moment that I realized I loved you. You remember when we went on that field trip to the college?"

"You mean the one were I beat up the football team because they were making fun of your hair?" Trunks suggested.

"Yeah. It was when you were standing in the middle of a pile of bodies. The way the sun's rays were hitting you, it was like I was staring at an angle. My angle. And it was at that moment, that I realized that I loved you." Goten explained.

"Would you believe it that was when I realized that I was in love with you? Seeing you laying on the ground, supporting yourself up with your elbows, your shirt tripped and a lock of hair hanging down in your eyes. I never seen something so beautiful in all my life." Trunks said.

I love you, Trunks Vegeta Brief."

"And I love you, Goten Goku Son."

Slowly, they leaned in and their lips met. At first the kiss begun innocent. But it soon turned passionate. Their bodies crushed together. Their hearts beating as one. They had fantasized about this, being in each other's arms, kissing. Goten ran his tongue Trunk's lip, asking permission to enter. Permission granted, Goten's tongue invaded the hot mouth. A moan escaped from deep within Trunks. A heated battle begun as each fought to dominate the other.

A groan from Trunks as Goten pulled away. He stared up at his now lover and smiled. The smile wasn't the smile that Goten always wore. This smile was filled with lust. It made the younger appear to be naughty. Taking Trunks' hand, he lead the lavender hair boy over to the bed. Trunks laid down on the bed and watched Goten as he laid beside him. The younger stroke his check as the older slipped his hand into the silky strains of hair.

"Mine forever." Goten whispered.

"Mine forever." Trunks whispered back.

Their lips locked in another heated battle. They laid there, in each other's arms, not caring about anything around them. They had what they wanted. One another.

"Come on, mom. Why do we have to watch this?" Gohan exclaimed.

"Because we like this movie." Chichi answered.

"You already know the ending. They hook up. How many times have you seen this?" the son was complaining.

"I lost track." Came the answer.

"You know how we hate these types of movies. So why can't you watch them when we're not around. Dad even hated them. He use to make fun of them."

"Kakarot use to make fun of them? He didn't seem like the type." Vegeta said.

"Yeah. He would be laying on the floor, holding his side and in tears." Gohan laughed. "At one point, he even blasted them."

"What happened?" the prince wanted to know.

"One day, mom went into the village to do some shopping. As soon as she left, dad, Krillin and me gathered all the chick movies and went to some forest on the other side of the planet and dad blasted them. There was nothing left. He kept saying they were the devil in disguise. A torture device women use on their husbands. They were the abomination that had to be destroyed." Gohan was laughing so hard that tears were forming.

Vegeta started laughing along side him. He could picture the Saiyan doing that. Seeing the image, he started to laugh harder. He couldn't take it anymore and had to hold on to Gohan to support himself. Chichi just sat in her chair, arms crossed and getting ready to blow. Bulma was trying not to laugh. Finally, she grabbed a pillow and buried her face into and started laughing.

"And do you remember what happened when I found out?" Chichi asked in her stern voice. The voice that didn't leave enough room to argue.

Hearing that, Gohan stopped laughing and looked like someone just killed Goten. "She made us go and by all new and we had to sit and watch them straight through. One after the other." His voice was just above a whisper.

"That's right." his mother said.

Vegeta was horrified. That was the worst punishment of all. Having to sit through hours of chick movies. All he wanted to do was grab his secrete love and hold him and to protect him from the woman that he called mother. The woman who made her husband, son and their friend sit through hours of hell. It was worse than Freiza. "Gohan, I'm so, so, sorry. That is the worst punishment I have ever heard."

"Thank you, Vegeta. And ever since, I'm scared for life. I can't watch another chick movie," the younger man sounded like he was dying. "The only way to watch one is by making out."

"Ah, look, they're telling each other how they feel." Chichi said in awe.

"Vegeta, hold me, I'm scared."

Gohan dove into Vegeta's chest and buried his face. Vegeta put his arms protectively around him. Having the young man in his arms, Vegeta couldn't help but smile to himself. He liked having him in his arms. I could get use to this.

I'm in Vegeta's arms. It feels so nice. He sure is cuddly like a teddy bear. I could get use to this. Earth's hero thought.

A bright flash of lighting lit the room, followed by a crack of thunder. Just as the thunder hit, the electricity went out.

"Grab some candles." Chichi's voice sounded.

Gohan had grabbed the flashlight that was sitting beside him on the end table and tried to turn it on. It wouldn't come on. The batteries were dead. "Mom, the batteries are dead in this flashlight."

"There should be more in the pantry," his mother answered as she lit more candles.

The man made his way into the pantry. He searched all the drawls and any other places the batteries could be in. "They're not there." he said as he came back into the room.

"That's were I last saw. . . never mind. I remember where they're at. They're in the garage." Goku's wife exclaimed.

"The garage? What are they doing in there?" Vegeta asked.

"I moved put them there last week. I needed more room in the pantry."

"Where at in the garage?" her son asked.

"They should be on the back wall somewhere."

"I'll be right back."

"I'll come with you." Vegeta stated as he joined Gohan by the kitchen door.

The two men hurried out of the house and into the storm outside. The ground was slippery and muddy. They were having a hard time keeping their footing as they ran over to the garage. Gohan never understood why his parents never had the garage attached to the house when they remolded. It would have been simpler and drier if it was.

They were lucky the side door was opened. If not, they would have to have gone back to the house and got the key. Gohan couldn't hold on to the door was the wind tried to rip it out of his hands. It took Vegeta's help to get it closed.

"Fuck!" Gohan yelled as he slammed his knee into something metal and hard.

Vegeta powered up into Super Saiyan so they could see where they were going. Gohan was hunched over, rubbing his knee. He had bumped into the car, which now had a sizable dent in the right fender.

"Damn it, Goten!"

Whenever Goten uses the car and parks it into the garage, he would always park it too close of the door. It makes coming and going hard because there wasn't much room to move. He has been told about it before time and time again.

"Lets find the batteries and kill Goten later." Vegeta said helping his friend to stand up.

They maneuver around the car to get to the back wall. Up against the back wall, was shelving. During the three years of training for the Androids, Goku had built the shelves because he was getting tired of never finding anything. They quickly found the box of batteries. Another flash of lighting and crack of thunder raddled the garage. Then all of a sudden, there was a loud crash and something hitting the side of the garage.

Going over to the door, Gohan peered out through the window and only saw branches. The tree that sat beside the garage was now blocking the door. Lighting hard it the tree. The man tried to open it to fine it was jammed shut.

"We're stuck." he told his friend.

"Impossible." Vegeta said as he tried to open the door. "You're right. Now what?"

"We go through the front."

They tried to open the main garage door to fine it won't open as well. Something was causing it not to open. Gohan tried to see if he could see something. Nothing. They were trapped.

"Why can't you just instant transmission us back to the house?"

Shortly after he became Vegeta's student, Gohan had searched for the Dragonballs and wished for the ability to instant transmission. Over the years, he had learned how to use it without using someone's ki. Now if he wanted to go somewhere, all he has to do is picture the place in his mind.

"Can't. There's too much energy in the storm. I can't get a lock on anything." Gohan answered.

"Great. When we're not back, the women will send Goten or Trunks to find us."

"In the meantime, we wait."

Now's the perfect time. We're alone for a little while. Here goes nothing." Vegeta thought.

This is perfect. We're alone. Here goes. . .

"Gohan,"

Vegeta's series voice jerked him out of his thoughts. By his tone of voice, Gohan knew something was up.

"Yeah?"

Here it goes. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Gohan, I love you."

As if someone just punched him in the stomach, Gohan found he couldn't breath. The three most important words he had longed to hear, was just told to him. His heart started to race. He couldn't believe it. Vegeta loved him.

Vegeta saw Gohan's expression. The man was shocked and disgusted. He felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. Gohan didn't love him. That was it. He had lost his friend, student and his love. "I understand." he whispered in a broken voice.

He turned away from Gohan, unable to look at him. Gohan got over his shock to hear the brokenness in his voice. It broke his heart.

He thinks I don't love him.

Vegeta left a gently touch to his chin. He found himself being force to see at the other man.

"I love you, too, Vegeta." Gohan gently said.

The prince's heart stopped at those words. Joy and love filled his body at he stared at his love. Gohan tilted his face up and brushed his lips against the prince's. Vegeta was thrown for a loop when he felt those silky lips he dreamed about, touching his. He quickly got over it and kissed back.

The kiss was passionate as they wrapped their arms around each other, bringing their bodies closer together. Fifteen years of waiting has finally come to an end. Fifteen years of dreaming, longing, and fantasizing. They were finally together.

To be continue…….


They're finally together! Bring out the tissues everyone!

I just had to stop there. Sorry folks. It just felt right. The story was supposed to be a one-shot. But I decided against it. Plus it would have been too long for my taste.

How will Chichi and Bulma react to this? You might be surprise.

Good news: Chapter 3 has been started!

Bad news: the rating for it will be going up to R do to the content.

Really bad news: there's another two or three more chapters until the story is finished.

Until next time……

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