Author's Note: Hiya! Happy Thanksgiving! :D Enjoy the new chapter, and please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z and Lion King. I also don't own the lyrics. I'm only doing this for fun.

WARNINGS: Strong language and Shonen-Ai (male x male love)

Pairings: Vegeta x Kakarot, Gohan x Trunks

Cast:
Kiara – Trunks
Kovu - Gohan
Nala – Kakarot
Nuka - Ketsu (OC)
Pumbaa & Timon – Humans
Rafiki – Korin / Kami / King Kai
Simba – Vegeta
Vitani - Goten
Zira - Raditz

Chapter 27

TEN YEARS LATER

"This is your first tournament," Raditz chuckled softly, as he looked up and down at the 20-year-old Saiyan. "The chance is, the pretty son of Vegeta is likely to be fighting in the tournament as well. So, what is your destiny?"

"I will avenge Frieza-sama... and take his place in the Vegeta Kingdom."

"Yes! You must have become even powerful than Vegeta... what have I taught you?"

"Vegeta is the enemy."

"And, what must you do?"

"I must kill him!"

The Outsiders cheered loudly and did the 'Gohan' chanting once again.

"This is becoming more interesting," the 18-year-old Goten smiled cheerfully. Even with his cheerful attitude, he could be quite terrifying sometimes. "The plan is to be friends with Trunks, right?"

"Yes! As soon as Vegeta lets his guard down, I will get him for sure!" Ketsu laughed.

"I thought Aniki was going to do that?" Gohan raised an eyebrow in amusement. Ketsu hadn't changed for the last ten years at all. "You know, the leader will get pissed off if you interrupt his plan again."

"But, but..." Ketsu pouted angrily. "It isn't fair!"

"Life isn't fair either," Goten shrugged his shoulders. "Come on. I don't want to be late for the registration. Gohan needs us there to find Trunks, eh?"

~WE ARE ONE~

"Trunks, I'm so excited!" Kakarot smiled brightly, as he was trying to fix up his 18-year-old son's black tank-top. "This is your first time to fight in the tournament for adults, isn't it?"

"Yes, so is Gogeta... for the children, right?" Trunks grinned playfully at his little brother who was pouting angrily. "You're lucky you turned 10 a week ago!"

"I want to fight in the tournament for adults!" Gogeta yelled angrily. "It's boring!"

"The princes have to participate, don't them?" Kakarot smiled at his second child. "Saiyans get to witness how strong you are! Then, they will get to train harder and look forward to the battles with you!"

"Knock, knock~" Bulma literally knocked on the door before she opened it, "I hope you don't mind me intruding into here!"

"Auntie!" Gogeta exclaimed excitedly, as he jumped onto Bulma. Then, they fell over to the carpeted floor.

"Ack! You're sure heavy!" Bulma giggled, as she got up from the floor with Gogeta.

"Oh! Visiting here for the tournament for your first time?" Kakarot said. "Too bad Vegeta and I don't get to fight... It would be fun!"

"Then, why don't you participate? It would be interesting to see the Vegeta family battling each other!" Bulma said.

Kakarot shook his head no. "We had already proved that we are the strongest here. We don't see any point if we win every tournament. We wouldn't want to take the prize away from our people who really need it."

"You're right... but what if Trunks or Gogeta wins the prize?" Bulma raised an eyebrow.

"We always donate," Trunks shrugged his shoulders, not really caring about money. "Schools, hospitals, families with low incomes... and other charities."

"Wonderful!" Bulma exclaimed. "It's been getting better and better on Planet Vegeta, eh? Especially when your economy is so much better!"

"It's all thanks to you and Earth," Kakarot said cheerfully. "It took so long time to get to where we are right now. The aliens had been consuming our wealth for a long time... I wonder why we did not get rid of them in the first place?"

"Bulma? How in the world did you get in here?" Vegeta asked after entering Trunks's large bedroom. He recently finished his last paperwork, so that he would go to the tournament with Kakarot to watch their children fighting other powerful warriors. The brand new council, who was elected by the Saiyans a year ago, would take care of the approved proposals, which were related to the immigrants and visitors.

"Your cute bodyguards let me in!" Bulma giggled flirtatiously. "I have been coming here for almost twenty years, so it shouldn't be surprising that everybody in your castle knows me!"

"Yes... as rather a loud onna," Vegeta mumbled, making Gogeta laugh out loud.

"Hey, I heard that!" Bulma yelled angrily. "I'm the one who helped your mate to give birth to two beautiful children!"

"Yeah, right," Vegeta scoffed at her. "You were doing this for the research purpose."

"Gogeta and I have to go," Trunks interrupted their childish argument when Bulma was about to open her mouth. "We don't want to be late... right, Gogeta?"

"Yes, Aniki!" Gogeta nodded his head in excitement. He ran to Trunks, taking his hand.

"Father," Trunks sighed lightly, as he turned to Vegeta. Sure, they had a great relationship for the last few years... but Vegeta could be ridiculously overprotective sometimes. "Promise you won't interrupt our battles this time? There are rules that state that nobody can get killed anyway."

Vegeta glanced at Kakarot, who in return shrugged his shoulders. He sighed lightly at his pleading son. "Fine. I promise."

"Thank you!" Trunks smiled brightly. "Come on, Gogeta. We don't want to be late for your first tournament!"

"Yaaay!" Gogeta yelled in excitement.

~WE ARE ONE~

"Here he is," Goten grinned widely, as he elbowed Ketsu in the waist lightly. He spotted the Saiyan Prince in the waiting room. "Told ya it would be easy to find him."

Ketsu knew that his young friend was right. Trunks's obvious lavender hair definitely stood out in the crowd of the Saiyan warriors. "Well, then... our operation begins!"

"Gogeta, you should be happy right now. You won the first place prize, didn't you?" Trunks raffled his brother's messy hair.

"It was too easy!" Gogeta crossed his arms with a small scowl on his face. "I did not even go Super Saiyan!"

"Hey, I had to fight in the same tournament when I was your age. At least, we did something good for the kingdom. We gave the money to the charities. Besides, you'll get to battle with Father at the end of the day!" Trunks chuckled softly. Sure, he was like that when he first entered the children's tournament. It only took him less than one minute to finish off every opponent. He complained about it all day to his father and papa. At the end, the Saiyan King decided to make it the celebration by providing a special match which was actually king versus prince. Soon, it became tradition, as it made not only Trunks but also every Saiyan on the planet quite happy.

"Hey, Trunks-sama?"

"Hmm? Do I know you?" Trunks turned to two strangers he did not recognize. Were they from a different city? As the Saiyan Prince, he was supposed to know every Saiyan's name and face in the whole Vegeta City.

"Of course not," Goten smiled brightly at him, as he made his excited tail wrap around his thin waist. "We heard so much about you. We've been looking forward to a match against you for a long time."

"Pardon me for a second," Trunks sighed. "Gogeta, can you go and find papa? The adult tournament is about to start. You will get to see your brother fight soon!"

"Ok!" Gogeta said happily before running off to find his papa.

"I'm sorry for being rude. I didn't introduce ourselves first. My name is Goten, and this is Ketsu," Goten bowed his head a little. He looked up and down at Trunks's outfit, which consisted of black tank-top, grey baggy pants, and yellow and black combat boots. "Not wearing a fancy royal outfit? Being a rebel now?"

Trunks frowned at the odd question. "Of course not. Look, if you're trying to start a fight, please wait until our match for the tournament."

"What if I don't want to, Prince?" Goten grinned at him mischievously.

"Oh, Goten, let's just fight him!" Ketsu said. "I don't want to wait any longer!"

"Fight!" one of the random Saiyans yelled.

Trunks sighed in frustration. This was one of the reasons why he did not want to be Saiyan King. He had seen his father dealing with this same situation almost everyday. He had no idea how Vegeta could survive this.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Everybody glanced at a tall, handsome Saiyan. Dark purple gi with red sash. Messy black hair and black eyes... He looked awfully familiar to Trunks.

"Aniki!" Goten said sweetly, making Ketsu roll his eyes. "I'm making a friend!"

"Screw it!" Ketsu suddenly threw a fist at Trunks who did not see it coming, but it was caught by Gohan.

"That's enough, Ketsu. You will be disqualified if you start fights like this," Gohan said calmly. "I hope you haven't forgotten about it either, Goten."

"Tch!" Ketsu jerked his fist away from Gohan's firm gripping. "I'm outta here," He left for the locker room.

"You spoiled our fun, Brother!" Goten was pouting.

"You were speaking to the Saiyan Prince," Gohan glanced at Trunks, giving him a small smile. "If you want a battle with him, then wait until your match in the tournament. Vegeta City is completely different from where we come from. You can't pick a fight anytime here."

"Right, right," Goten laughed heartily. "Sorry, Prince Trunks! I was just having fun! See ya in the tournament!"

"Sorry about my brother and his friend. Sometimes they could be quite handful," Gohan chuckled softly.

"That's fine. You don't have to apologize for him. I could handle them myself," Trunks ran his hand through his hair. "I didn't need your help."

"Well, excuse me for not realizing that," Gohan raised an eyebrow. "I thought I could help -"

"Save it for someone else," Trunks snapped. "Look, I know you did that just because I'm the Saiyan Prince. It's because of guys like you, I can't trust anybody."

"H-hey, I was being nice," Gohan almost stammered but luckily, he kept it smooth. "I know those guys, and they could go over line sometimes. I was supposed to watch them. I'm sorry about that."

"Where are you from? I've never seen you around here before," Trunks narrowed his blue eyes in suspicion.

"We are new in this city," Gohan smiled lightly at him. "We heard so many great things about this place, so we decided to move in a few weeks ago. And then, of course there is a tournament..."

"That's great. Now, I have to go and warm up before my match. If you excuse me..." Trunks tried to walk pass the tall stranger, but Gohan got in his way. He frowned at the playful smirk on the handsome Saiyan's face. Because of such habit, the Saiyan Prince still made sure that his back was not facing anybody. It was originally for Outsiders, but as he grew up, he started to trust anybody less and less. There were countless times that he was used because he was the Saiyan Prince.

Trunks tried to walk around Gohan, but he was stopped once again. He gave him an annoyed glare.

"What are you doing?" Gohan asked playfully.

Trunks blinked when it felt so familiar... as if they had done this before. He took a careful look at Gohan's dark eyes. He recognized him right away. "Gohan?"

"Yup, that's me!"

"What are the Outsiders doing here?" Trunks crossed his arms, already suspecting the former Outsider.

"We never had done any crime, and our records are clean. So, we were allowed to get in here. Besides, we decided to leave the Outsiders. They are always up to nothing good," Gohan shrugged his shoulders. "So, here we are."

"Oh, I see," The lavender-haired Saiyan said softly. "Well, it was nice to see you again. Good luck with the tournament."

Gohan gave him a dark smirk, making Trunks shiver. "Why, thank you. Good luck to you too."

~WE ARE ONE~

"You almost ruined the plan, old man," Goten giggled in amusement. "But that was quite entertaining! Princey's reaction was SO priceless!"

"Why are you so happy? Gohan had to interrupt me! I could have at least beaten the pretty boy up," Ketsu said angrily.

"Weren't we supposed to be picking on the Prince so that Gohan could save him from us?" Goten giggled. "And then, we will all be his friends. Then sooner or later, Vegeta would have to get comfortable with us before we strike. That's the plan Raditz-san wants."

Ketsu looked away from him. "Why does Gohan have to take all of the credit? What does Raditz-san see in him anyway? What about me?"

"I do acknowledge you," Goten said with a purr. He came up onto Ketsu who was leaning against one of the lockers. "You know, it doesn't have to be Raditz-san who you are trying to impress..."

"H-hold on!" Ketsu cried, trying to push Goten away. "What if your brother comes in? I'm way too old for you... enough to be your father!"

"So what? I've been waiting for ten years for this!" Goten pouted angrily, sneaking his arms around his older friend's waist. "Besides, you don't even look your age. I like you, but you've been paying attention to my own brother more than me... I'm jealous of Gohan."

"Talking about me?"

Ketsu jumped out of Goten's embrace. "Ack! Didn't hear you coming in..."

"If you are going to play with my little brother's feelings..." Gohan said darkly, raising his fist. "You will meet my friend - Fist!"

"Oh, Aniki!" Goten laughed cheerfully. "You're so scary sometimes! Please leave him alone. You know what exactly we are here for, right? What we need right now is to let Trunks to open up to Aniki... and then, the plan will pay off for sure!"

Ketsu scratched the back of his head nervously. "Sure, whatever."

"It is not working just yet," Gohan said seriously. "He doesn't trust me... yet. We need to step up our game soon. Time for Plan B."

~To be continued~