A/N: Another lemony chapter, more graphic than the last, I believe. Just as a warning XD As a side note, this fic used to be 20 chapters long + epilogue (or "PWP Lost Chapter"!!), but since my tastes have come a LONG way since 2002, I decided to combine chapters to make them longer (I do love me some long chaptered fics!). Originally, this chapter (7), was chapters 13&14, just so you know where we are in the length of the fic XD Not too much more to go, folks.

Chapter 7

Goku let his face drop against Bardock's shoulder, his eyes closing tightly as a wave of emotion washed over him. His father's arms tightened around him, then loosened, hands pushing him away gently by his shoulders. Bardock's eyes wandered over the planes of Goku's face as he shook himself, as if waking from a dream.

"I knew we looked too much alike for it to be a coincidence…I almost had myself convinced that it was just a fluke thing…then, when Goten let it slip that you came from Earth…I still tried to convince myself that it was coincidence, but I held on to the hope that perhaps….that maybe…" Bardock stopped, shaking his head once again, still in shock. "My son. Kakarotto. I never thought I'd see you again." His brow furrowed. "I don't understand exactly what is happening, though. You…you have came here from the future?"

Goku opened his mouth and then closed it again. 'What do I say? What can I say without changing things more than I already have?' He finally nodded. "Yes, father, we are from the future, my son and I. We came here on accident after fighting a villain that had attacked Earth, threatening to destroy it. When I finally did destroy him, a small box appeared where he had stood, and I stupidly opened it; and here we are."

Bardock appeared to think about the story briefly, then nodded. "So…Goten…" he turned to face the young man, who now had silvery tear streaks down his cheek. "is my grandson?" He asked, his eyes hopeful. Goten smiled and nodded, his smile turning into a wince as Bardock hugged him tightly, smacking him on the back a few times with affection. "I knew there was a reason I felt this closeness to you…" He muttered, stroking the young man's hair.

"You have two grandson's, actually; and a great granddaughter." Goku replied with a small smile. Bardock's eyes widened. "Gohan is ten years older than Goten, and is my first son; Goten is my second son. Gohan and his wife made me a grandfather, and her name is Pan."

Bardock shook his head, releasing Goten from the hug. "This…I can't believe this. I'm too young to be a grandfather AND a great grandfather!" The saiyan scowled slightly.

Goten and Goku both chuckled, but Goten was busy digging into the drawer next to his bed. Goku and Bardock watched him with interest, until Goku caught a glimpse of what Goten had been after; his wallet. Flipping it open, he handed it to Bardock, who looked confused at first, until his eyes fell on the first picture.

Bardock breathed deeply, his eyes scanning the color photo with wide eyes. In the photo, a young boy with short black hair sat on Goku's shoulder, a small round hat perched on his head. Both had big smiles and stood in a wooded area. Looking at the picture closely, he knew that it was not Goten in the picture. "This is…Gohan?" He asked as Goku peered over his shoulder.

Goku smiled. "Yep, that's Gohan when he was just a wee one." Bardock flipped the picture and stared at a sea of faces, in which he only recognized three. His son, Goku, in an orange uniform, Gohan, quite a bit older this time, wearing a purple uniform and a intimidating white cape, and his prince, Vegeta. The difference was, was that all three saiyans had blazing golden hair. He stared at the picture, uncomprehending. He turned slightly, meeting his son's eyes levelly. "Super Saiyans…"

Goku didn't bother to answer, just returned his father's gaze steadily. "There's more pictures there." He said softly.

Bardock looked down, looking at the next picture, this time of Goku, a young woman, a teenage Gohan and a young spiky haired Goten, who looked just like his father…and himself. He smiled broadly as he continued through the last few pictures, then stopped at the last one, of Goten and a purple haired boy; the picture didn't look very old, and he assumed it had been taken not long before they had arrived on planet Vegeta.

"Father…. we need to talk." Goku said, his face serious. Bardock nodded, handing the wallet back to Goten silently. "You realize that the situation that Goten and I are in is a delicate one. Anything we do here could alter the future. As a matter of fact, no doubt we already have."

Bardock nodded thoughtfully. "Yes. The future will have some changes, I'm sure. But you can stop any more from happening, if you tread carefully, I suppose. You don't have to worry about my knowledge; I won't say a word to anyone, ever. Your secret is safe with me."

Goku smiled. "Thank you. But I have to ask more of you. Please don't ask me any questions…be satisfied with what information we have given you. I think the less you know, the less of a problem there will be."

"I agree with you…and though I want to know more, I will respect your wishes."

A bell sounded in the hall, and Goku nearly jumped out of his skin. "Yikes! That was the mealtime bell, I have to get back to Vegeta!!" He yelped, running towards the door and pulling it open. "I'll see you both later!" He yelled as he ran out the door, waving as he went.

Goten stared out the door and laughed softly. "Dad has always worked so hard to keep Vegeta-sama happy, and I don't think Vegeta has ever noticed. Poor dad." Bardock listened with interest, then looked out the door also, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Perhaps the Vegeta in this time will notice."

"But, wouldn't that change the future, Bardock?" Goten asked.

Bardock shook his head softly. "Not as directly as you think. You see, as long as the future person is still living in the future, you can't truly change what happens unless you do something dramatic. The future isn't another place, really; it's still going on, just as it was. So, it's impossible to go back and change it, because that would be changing the past." Bardock blinked, then scratched his head. "Eh…ok, so that wasn't the best way to explain…"

Goten laughed as he pushed the door closed. "I think I get it. You mean that, since Vegeta-sama is in the future, even the past can't change him, because he, in his time, has already had his past."

Bardock grinned. "Exactly. However…Vegeta is still Vegeta, wether it be past or present, but might be treated as two separate entities; which would mean, the Vegeta of the future might get residue of what happened in the alternate past."

Goten shook his head. "This is starting to hurt my brain."

Bulma stared at Vegeta from across the dinner table, completely bewildered. Trunks and Gohan exchanged glances, then shrugged and continued eating as Vegeta sat quietly, pushing his food around his plate, having not taken one single bite. His brows were drawn down into a frown, and he had not said anything to anyone in hours.

Finally, Bulma sighed, throwing her napkin down. "Vegeta. You've got to eat something! What's wrong with you? You've never played with your food before…you…you're acting like a love sick teenager!"

Vegeta scowled deeper, his cheeks flushing. "I am NOT a love sick teenager; I don't even have a clue why you'd say that! Just because I don't feel like eating or talking with you bakas, doesn't mean a damn thing! Do you mind if I at least try and attempt to THINK around you who seem incapable of it the majority of the time?" His voice continued rising as he jumped from his chair, hands gripping the edge of the table.

Trunks laughed, shoveling salad into his mouth. "Dad, I think Goku's absence is really wearing on you. When he gets back, why don't you just tell him how you feel about him?" Bulma immediately cringed and Gohan flinched as if struck.

"WHAT?!" Vegeta raised his hand, his fist clenching tightly around the glass of water that had been part of his dinner setting, until it cracked and burst, sending water and shards of glass flying. Suddenly his face paled. "Kakarotto….Vegeta-sei…around the year 750….Oh Kami….!!" He ran from the table, his face serious. "WOMAN! Get your ass in here and work on that time machine! We have to get Kakarotto and his brat out of there, and SOON!"

Bulma stuttered as she stood from the table; Trunks and Gohan, who were both looking rather confused, followed suit. "Vegeta, why, what's going to…" Bulma herself then paled, her hand fluttering to her throat. "Oh Kami…I forgot about Frieza blowing the planet to smithereens. But..Wait…didn't he say he was on Frieza's ship?"

"Yes, that's what he said…but for how long? What if he gets sent back? What if….fuck! Anything could happen. We have to get them back!" he demanded.

'What would I do if he died again? My feelings for him…they're…different…than they were before. Not that I like him all that much or anything.' He thought to himself as he rushed to the lab, Bulma, Trunks and Gohan following closely behind. 'If I don't like him, why do I care? Why is my heart aching at the thought of losing him? Why do I miss him so?' He growled softly. He didn't understand his own emotions, and didn't want to. All he knew is that for some reason, those emotions had doubled, if not tripled since the man had left. It was safe to say that the suddenness of the emotion made him uncomfortable to say the least. 'If he makes it back alive…I 'll kill him. I'll KILL HIM! It's all his fault!' He raged silently, slamming his fist into his palm.

"You're late." Vegeta stated quietly as Goku rushed through the door.

"Ah…well…you see…we started talking and…" Goku began, his hands twisting together with worry.

"It's all right." Vegeta said, walking up to him slowly, his eyes downcast.

Goku frowned slightly. 'Something's wrong….I sense…' His thought ceased as Vegeta came to stop before him, his eyes rising to meet Goku's; the eyes were different, so different than Goku remembered seeing them, in the past or future. His heart twisted painfully in his chest at the pain, sadness and pleading that shone so clearly from the young man's eyes.

"Vegeta…what's…what's wrong?" He asked softly, staring down into the deep depths of ebony. Vegeta's eyes flashed almost angrily for a second, then the anger seemed to dissipate, tears welling up in his eyes before he turned away quickly with a loud curse. From behind, Goku could see the prince grinding his eyes with his fists, attempting to rid them of the tears that had managed to escape. Vegeta spun back, his arm shooting out quickly to catch hold of the front of Goku's armor; blinking, Goku let himself be pulled forward into the angry face of his prince.

"Why…" Vegeta started, his voice quivering. "Why did you lie to me?" Goku simply stared, not sure how to react.

"What do you mean, Vegeta? I don't understand…I never lied to you…" Goku said with a frown, wondering just what the hell Vegeta was talking about.

"You intend to leave me, don't you?" Vegeta asked, his chin rising proudly. " I heard everything, Kakarotto."

Goku sighed, his eyes closing tightly. 'fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!' he screamed mentally. Vegeta must have been standing outside the door when the transmission came through, that was the only answer, unless Goten's room had been bugged, which he doubted.

"Vegeta…I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to find out like that. I tried to keep the falsehoods to a minimum, if at all…and that was just for our protection." Goku shook lightly, a large lump forming in his throat.

Vegeta swallowed hard, his head ducking as a sob shook his body. "Y…you….hurt me." He accused, his eyes full of anger again. "I thought you…I thought that since…you…we…." His sentence broke off abruptly, and the Prince became very quiet, even as his slight frame trembled.

"Oh Kami, Vegeta…I'm so sorry!" He pulled Vegeta into his arms, hugging him tightly. "I didn't mean to hurt you…I'd never hurt you on purpose." A few minutes passed, and so did Vegeta's tears. Pulling out of Goku's embrace, he straightened, rubbing the back of his gloved hand across his eyes, sniffing lightly. "So you are leaving, then." He said, not questioning, but stating it as fact.

Goku paused, then nodded softly. "Yes…I'm not sure when Bulma and Vegeta….eh…yourself…will have the device ready, but when it's ready, Goten and I will have to go back to our own time."

Vegeta nodded softly. "Fine." He whispered, turning away from Goku to walk into his room, shutting the door behind him quickly.

"Kami…" Goku said softly, hanging his head. He felt terrible, as if he had deceived the young prince, which, he supposed that, to a degree he had, though he certainly didn't mean to. His heart fluttered in his chest as the realization came to him; This Vegeta…the eighteen year old prince of Vegeta-sei, was in love with him. 'He loves me…he truly does, I know it. I can see it when he looks at me…feel it in his touch; Fuck! I can even sense it in his ki!'

Vegeta paced his room, cursing softly. How he had gotten to this point, he hadn't an idea, but he now felt helpless…and alone. He had, his entire life, felt alone…that was, until Goku had come along, anyway. Even though the man had angered and annoyed him beyond anything he had ever experienced, the mysterious Saiyan had filled something inside him that had been empty before; had made him feel whole. Now he was going to lose him, and there wasn't much he could do about it.

The mystery had been solved, yet his curiosity about Goku remained, the pull he felt towards the man was still strong and vibrant. He was from another time…from the future, and even Vegeta knew that he couldn't fuck with that; it could change too much, and truthfully, he didn't have the heart to try and deny Goku the right to return to his true existence. He growled, thinking he should just kill the man and his son, to make himself feel better. But he couldn't.

Goku had given up on waiting for Vegeta to come out. Reluctantly, he had finally eaten his meal alone, then crawled into bed, his heart heavy with sadness. He fell into a fitful sleep, his body tossing back and forth as his mind struggled to find the peace it needed for sufficient sleep.

Vegeta opened the door silently, his head emerging from the doorway to stare at Goku's sleeping form. He smiled slightly as he approached the bed, his hand reaching out to stroke the disheveled ebony spikes of hair that lay softly across the man's pillow. His finger ran lightly across the wide forehead, and then slipped down the man's nose, pausing to caress the lax lips, then continued over the slightly pointed chin. Goku's nose twitched, and a few seconds later, dark eyes flickered open with sleep-induced confusion.

"Vegeta?" Goku whispered, leaning up on one elbow.

"Yes. It's me." Vegeta returned, staring at Goku from where he stood next to the bed.

"Is..is there something wrong?" He asked, squinting slightly against the dim light filtering in from Vegeta's bedroom.

"Yes. There is a lot wrong. But it's nothing that either of us can control so there's no point in worrying about it, is there?" He asked, his voice emotionless. Goku frowned.

"You're wondering why I'm here." Vegeta stated, lifting a knee to settle on Goku's bed. Goku braced himself as the bed dipped down slightly under Vegeta's weight; he looked up uncertainly, but nodded, then froze as a small hand lifted to brush some stray hair from his forehead.

"I don't want you to go, you know." Vegeta said softly, his sadness seeping through his words.

Goku sighed, his eyes closing. "I know, Vegeta. And I wish I could say I don't want to leave, but that would be a lie…and I don't want to lie to you, Vegeta."

Vegeta nodded, his hand falling to Goku's shoulder, where it softly caressed the skin there. Goku shivered and pulled his blanket a bit tighter around his bare form; as he did so, the bed dipped down further when Vegeta lifted his other leg, and climbed under the blanket, twisting so that he was lying on his side facing Goku. Goku looked at him with a certain amount of surprise, squinting in the dimness to try and read the young man's facial expression, but it was blank.

Vegeta's arms lifted slightly as he tugged his shirt off, then quickly removed what little other clothing he had on. "I'm not going to let you go without giving me what I want, you know." He said softly, warm hands lifting to stroke across Goku's chest. Goku's breath hitched as Vegeta's torso was suddenly pressed against his own, Vegeta's slick wet tongue dancing in slow agonizing circles down Goku's neck. Hot breath tickled his throat as Vegeta spoke softly.

"I want you inside me…one more time…before you go…and that's not a wish, it's an order." he whispered against the sensitive skin around Goku's collarbone, sending shivers through the taller Saiyan's taut body. Goku's eyes were round at hearing the command, his hand lifting to stroke the young man's back.

"Are you sure, Vegeta?" He asked, gasping when the only response he received was Vegeta crawling backwards down his body, his mouth engulfing Goku's erection in one swift stroke.

"Ahnnn!" Goku cried out, his hips arching off the bed, his teeth grinding together as Vegeta sucked him with fervor. "Kami, Vegeta…" Goku whispered softly, hips thrusting upwards again as Vegeta began to pull away. Small hands pressed him back to the bed, the warm mouth removed, much to Goku's dismay. Vegeta climbed his way back up Goku's body to straddle his chest, his own arousal evident, and just inches from Goku's chin. Goku swallowed, his eyes wandering up and down Vegeta's body, hands lifting to gently rub Vegeta's hips and thighs.

"Goku…Kakarotto…." Vegeta whispered, his eyes slightly narrowed. "Tell me something."

"Anything…." Goku replied, lifting his arms to let his large hands travel over Vegeta's muscular chest.

"Are you in love with him?" Vegeta asked, his voice quiet and void of any emotion. Goku's hands stopped in their travels, his eyes lifting to meet Vegeta's questioningly.

"Him…who?" He asked, confused.

Vegeta snorted and rolled his eyes, eyes that had become suspiciously glossy. "Him, baka. Me. The other me. The…the one who calls you Kakarotto."

Goku's heart became heavy with dread, having not anticipated this question. He would not…could not…lie to Vegeta. He sighed softly, his eyes closing briefly before he opened them again, just in time to see the look of devestation on Vegeta's face.

"You don't have to answer verbally. You've just answered me with your reaction." He said calmly, his eyes suspiciously bright before a single tear escaped, hastily brushed away before it could make its descent. That would be the last tear Goku would see Vegeta shed.

"Vegeta…" Goku began, his eyes softening.

"No…don't bother. I shouldn't have asked it; I don't want anything to ruin this moment." Vegeta stated softly, bending at the waist to lean forward, his rear scooting back onto Goku's stomach. Their noses brushed in a light caress, Vegeta's head leaning slightly before their lips touched gingerly. Goku's mouth opened slowly against the lax lips before him, Vegeta's following suit shortly after, a wave of pleasure washing over both of them as their open mouths clashed together in a passionate kiss.

Vegeta's mouth was sweet and moist, and Goku still couldn't get over how the man's taste affected him. For seconds, his mind was numb, not able to form words or thoughts even if he tried. His cock throbbed as the crack of Vegeta's ass rubbed lightly against his organ's head, and it took nearly all his power to hold himself back. He gasped as Vegeta plucked at his nipples, nimble fingers rubbing the hardened nubs in circles; Vegeta broke their kiss to move down Goku's neck, his teeth nipping as he went.

Vegeta moaned, his open mouth traveling down the hollow of Goku's neck, tongue flashing out to taste the man's salty flesh. He moved his arms to the sides of Goku's shoulders, moving down slightly, then thrust his hips forward to rub seductively against the taller man's hard cock. The man below him grunted, his eyes closing in momentary rapture. Large hands lifted to grab his hips, pressing them back down upon him so their hard members could rub against each other again.

Vegeta's breath hitched as they set a fairly fast pace, bumping and grinding against each other with surprising force, their sensitive skin rubbing nearly to the point of burning.

"Goku…it's time." Vegeta panted, his half-lidded eyes feasting upon the delicious vision under him. He wanted the man badly, and wasn't sure if this chance would ever come to pass again. For some reason, he doubted it…he felt it deep within him. These were their last hours together like this. Or at least it was until the future, and even that was iffy.

Goku didn't have to be told twice.

Wrapping his arms around his young prince, Goku rolled them so that he came to land atop of Vegeta, the prince's legs spreading wide before wrapping around Goku's narrow waist. Their breaths came in small pants as Goku held his cock and pressed it against Vegeta's opening, spreading the largel bead of precum around the orifice to ready the smaller saiyan for his entry. Vegeta's eyes closed tightly as Goku entered him, gasping as the man's full length was suddenly filling him, his eyes watering with the pain that radiated from the stretched opening.

Goku nuzzled his face against Vegeta's neck before pulling out slowly and thrusting back into the young prince's body, shivers traveling up and down his spine at the pleasurable waves that washed over him as his cock slipped into the tight warm sheath. Vegeta squirmed beneath him, the prince's fingers digging painfully into Goku's back; the pain, however, mixed exquisitely with the pleasure and only served to arouse him more, leading him to thrust harder, his hips lifting and swaying at high speed, pummeling the smaller saiyan into the bed. Vegeta dug his nails deeper into Goku's sensitive flesh and arched his back off the mattress, his tongue running up Goku's exposed neck in long sensual strokes.

"Vegeta…" Goku half-panted, half-moaned, his cheeks flushed with excitement. He looked down at Vegeta with heavy-lidded eyes, drinking in the man's beauty, a part of him once again feeling guilty for taking advantage of the young inexperienced Prince…and nearly in tears that it was not his own Vegeta he was sharing this with. He inwardly smiled, imagining his own Vegeta calling him 'soft' at his thoughts.

Vegeta's back dropped back to the bed below, hips thrusting upwards taking Goku deeper within him, his wet lips parted slightly, eyes closed. Goku growled as his pleasure increased, his ki spiking abruptly as his power exploded around him in a golden mist. His thrusts became frantic and hard, small animalistic noises tearing from his lungs as he pressed towards completion.

Vegeta's eyes sprang open to watch with awe as Goku turned golden, the petite prince embracing the power that flared around him, bashing against his own ki in delicious waves; this was the power he himself sought, though he never truly thought this much power was possible to attain. But now, he knew. It would take years of hard work to reach, but Vegeta was used to working hard, and once he had a goal, it was there until he attained it. The power was now crackling around him, the slight smell of electricity filling his nostrils as the vision above him proved to be too much; his neck arched gracefully, his mouth moving wordlessly, eyelids compressing themselves together tightly. His arousal spasmed, his climactic cry ringing out as his body pulsed hard.

"…K..Kakarotto!"

Goku watched from above, his own climax battering at him, sending him slamming into the smaller man at high speed repeatedly. His moans of pleasure gave way to a hoarse cry, sensual bliss erupting as he came violently deep inside the young prince, his power flaring once more before draining completely, his hair bleeding back to ebony. With a sigh, he collapsed, moving sideways off of Vegeta as not to crush him.

Dark eyes fluttered open; Vegeta's head turned to watch as Goku lay still, his cheeks still flushed from their spent pleasures. He slowly lifted his hand, bringing it up to stroke Goku's cheek softly. At the feel of the other man's hand, Goku opened his eyes, allowing a small smile to grace his lips as he watched the prince, wondering what would happen between them when he got back to his own time. He lifted his hand and copied the younger saiyan's actions, stroking his soft cheek, then allowing his fingers to follow Vegeta's cheekbone and up into his upswept hair, where he petted and stroked it softly until Vegeta fell into a deep sleep.

"Goodnight, my prince…" Goku whispered, placing a small kiss on Vegeta's lips before succumbing to slumber himself.