Veromorphia: What? "…and that Yamcha and Bulma's baby wasn't born and such…" Err…yeah it was. ::looks confused:: I'm pretty sure I wrote it in…twice in fact. Did you read the whole chapter? I know it was pretty long, and I know you don't like long chapters (at least I think that was you who said that you didn't) but trust me - they had their baby!
A/N: Here they are! Unfortunately I didn't think to save all of them so these are just a few, from times when a scene wasn't working and I just wrote stupid stuff in frustration.
This first one is from Ch.9, which my sister did – I think you'll all have a great laugh with this one!
Chapter Nine:
A week had passed since the scene at the Lookout, and what a good week it had been. Vegeta had been "well behaved", and he and Gokou had been "getting along fine". No really, they had.
They even had a "routine". Each morning they would wake up; together, showered; not together, and had breakfast; then they usually went for a "walk around the mountain", "going a different way" each time. Sometimes Vegeta would insist they "hold hands" and he could get quite mad if he wasn't getting his way.
When they would arrive home they would have "lunch" and after that they would "train". They weren't "training" for anything in particular; they simply did it to pass the time.
Secretly, Gokou loved the "training" the best. He would see glimpses of the 'real' Vegeta then and he found himself missing that personality more and more as time went on. Though there was a drawback to their "training" together. If Vegeta thought he'd injured Gokou in any way then the rest of the afternoon would be wasted inside with Vegeta fussing over him like a ruffled housewife.
In the evening, they would "talk", mostly about the past, and then fall asleep; they hadn't spent a night apart. It was…"comfortable".
Now it was the middle of the night, about two or three in the morning, and Vegeta was awake, staring at his 'love'.
The peanut butter and tuna sandwich lay on it's plate on the bench as Vegeta stood looking at it, making him more hungry as he watched it, but…
Vegeta blinked suddenly, then his eyes narrowed. Where was he?
The Saiyan prince attempted to sit up, but was pulled back down by an unidentified source. Looking to his side he found himself nose-to-nose with…yup – you guessed it. A two-ton Gorilla.
"Kakorotto?" Vegeta whispered more to himself than aloud, trying to convince himself it was a dream…or a nightmare.
What the hell was going on? What had happened?
Lifting his head a little he scanned the room, or what he could see of it. Where was he?
Vegeta tried to sit up again, but it seemed that the other man wasn't going to give up on his iron grip. He studied the other man's face for a moment. He looked…content and…peaceful.
Vegeta tested the iron grip again then, deciding he obviously wasn't going to be going anywhere soon; he settled back down and was soon fast asleep.
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Gohan stared. And then he shook his head and stared again.
Right there, right there, in front of him, his father and Vegeta were having what looked like a very romantic moment.
His dad was lazily leaning back again a tree while Vegeta sat before him, leaning forward to rest a hand lightly on the taller man's cheek; and to make it worse, they were smiling. At each other. Happy, tender, sappy smiles.
He had to stop this! Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Gohan stepped forward ready to give the two men what for.
Or at least tried too.
"Oomph!"
Someone had grabbed him from behind, dragging him backwards away from the two men by the tree.
Once released, Gohan turned to the large, green, white clad Namekian Hero of DOOM with pointy ears who had grabbed him.
"P-Piccilo?" Gohan stuttered.
The Namekian stood in front of him, arms crossed over his chest and a smirk playing over his lips; it was playing cards. Last card, the top lip was winning.
"G-Gohan, is that you?" Gohan heard his father asking uncertainly. "I can't see you clearly with these feeble old eyes of mine. Gohan, where are you my boy?"
Spinning around, Gohan started straight into the eyes of his father. He didn't know why but suddenly everything came crashing down on him, the trees, the house, Piccilo, Gokou, Vegeta, a few birds that had been flying overhead; it was like he suddenly became a giant magnet, attracting everything.
Feeling Gohan's 'Ki' rising, Piccilo put a hand on the boy's shoulder, hoping to calm him down.
"Gokou. I'll talk to him first." He stated calmly and led Gohan to an out-of-the-way spot and raped him.
"I know what that looked like, Gohan," Piccilo began, "But you can't take everything at face value."
"Face value?!" Gohan began heatedly then snapped his mouth shut abruptly at the quelling look Piccilo gave him.
"Mum was right…" Gohan muttered under his breath. "Mum is always right. I don't like this place, I want to go home." He clicked his heels together, "There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home."
Damn it! It wasn't working.
Oblivious to Gohan's escape attempts, Piccilo continued. "You know your Father, Gohan. He's just doing what he thinks is right – or at least what he feels is right."
Gohan closed his eyes and sighed at the words, the tension draining out of him slightly. Piccilo was right, as always. Damn it!
"What are you doing here anyway, Piccilo?
Crossing his arms over his chest, Piccilo studied Gohan silently before answering.
"I've been peeping, I mean keeping an eye on Vegeta and your father."
"Why?" Gohan asked, without thinking.
"Because," Piccilo started patiently, "Your father might be getting in over his head. I've been peeping on him and sometimes there's this…" He trailed off, not quite knowing how to explain what he'd seen over the last month. He wasn't good with human emotion.
"This what?" The youth asked quietly, the tension in his body going back up a notch.
"Hn, sometimes it almost seems like its Gokou following Vegeta around like a love sick puppy." Piccilo replied before he could stop himself.
Whoops.
A love sick puppy?! Gohan thought angrily. While his mother spent her days worrying and crying, his father was out here doing…doing Kami-sama knows what!! Damn those Namekian's! They're all Hentai's – they probably put Vegeta and Gokou up to it simply so they could watch!
Gohan spun on his heel and, before Piccilo could react to grab him, stomped back towards the house.
Gokou sat leaning against the doorframe leading into the house; trying to keep it from falling over.
He didn't know what Gohan had seen exactly, but it can't have been good.
Looking up from his worried thoughts, Gokou saw his son walking, wait make that stomping, towards him and he scrambled to his feet, the house creaking ominously behind him before he steadied it.
He looks just like his mother. Gokou almost laughed aloud but stifled the urge and instead turned slightly to look into the house. Vegeta had gone inside to make some snacks and Gokou wanted to be sure the man was still in there, he could only make things worse at this point.
Reaching his goal, Gohan took a deep breath. He had never said anything bad to, or about, his father considering how much he had worshipped the man while growing up. The prospect was actually quite scary.
Steadying himself, Gohan pointedly looked into his father's eyes and tried to say something coherent.
"You…you…what are you doing?!" Gohan gave up trying to be mature about this. "Do you know how Mum's doing through all of this? Do you even care? She's at 'home' worrying herself sick, crying all the time and you're…you just…you're just standing there stopping the house form falling down!"
Gohan felt a large pang of sudden guilt as he looked at his father, the Saiyan who had saved the earth many times, who had been through more than any of them, and realised that his father didn't know. He didn't know what he was doing.
When Gohan had asked (yelled) the question for a moment, there in the man's eyes, had been the answer. Gokou was lost and was just doing what he always did, trying to take over the world!
Gohan's shoulders slumped and his anger drained out of him suddenly, leaving him drained.
"Gohan." His father started tentatively, "I know what it must have look-"
"Dad." Gohan interrupted, "Just don't hurt her anymore." And with that last line he died, his body evaporating as if it had never been, Final Fantasy style.
Gokou stared at the spot his son had been in blankly as the words repeated in his head.
"I didn't mean too." He said quietly, softly. "I wasn't the one who killed him – it wasn't me. Everyone will believe me, they like me, I'm there friend. That's right. I didn't do it. I didn't. Wasn't me…no…."
"Gokou." The tall Saiyan started at the sound and he turned a confused gaze to Piccilo.
"Piccilo? Gohan just left…"
"I can see that." Piccilo said laconically, "Where's Vegeta?"
"Vegeta? Oh, inside baking me a cake in his pretty pink apron. He looks really cute in it, look around the door, you can just see him."
Taking a few steps till he was standing directly in front of Gokou, looking down at him slightly, Piccilo gave the man a cookie.
"Be careful, Gokou. This situation could very easily get out of hand." He stated.
"Kakorotto, I made some…" Vegeta stopped as he spotted Piccilo, glancing between the two.
"Piccilo." The Saiyan Prince acknowledged.
Nodding once, Piccilo turned to leave. "Remember, Gokou." And he was gone. Maybe he was never there.
And so the day continued, Gokou forcing all thoughts of what had happened out of his mind and focusing only on himself and Vegeta and his pink apron.
A/N - You see? But I don't blame her really; the original chapter was horrible to begin with. I mean, what the hell was I thinking?!
This next one was born out of plain old frustration.
Chapter fourteenThat conversation with Dende that Piccilo had to have:
Take One:
Piccilo watched as Dende took a seat across the table from him, his patience running out when the guardian insisted on tea before they got back to their discussion. The Namekian had come back to the lookout not long after the scene at Krillins house but Mr PoePoe had kept him waiting, saying Dende was busy - but what the hell was he busy with? Sure he was Kami, but Piccilo couldn't remember ever seeing him busy as such; being guardian of the earth these days looked like a piece of cake.
"So," Dende started, "what were you saying?" He said, referring to their talk earlier that day, before Vegeta had decided to go walk-a-bout.
"Vegeta's doing plot stuff but we can't talk about it because the author's stupid and can't seem to write it without giving everything away." Piccilo stated.
Take Two:
"So," Dende started, "what were you saying?" He said, referring to their talk earlier that day, before Vegeta had decided to go walk-a-bout.
"Vegeta...is my love child" Piccilo stated.
Take Three:
"So," Dende started, "what were you saying?" He said, referring to their talk earlier that day, before Vegeta had decided to go walk-a-bout.
"Vegeta has been acting a little...different lately." Piccilo stated.
Dende gave him an odd look but let him continue.
"I'm sure you saw the…incident at Krillin's?" Piccilo waited for Dende's slight nod before he continued, "Then I won't need to explain what happened. What happened at Krillins isn't the only time that Vegeta has…relapsed back into his un-wished personality; it happened earlier in the day as well."
"Earlier in the day?" Dende repeated, "When?"
"When he went psycho and molested me. It was a fairly good indicator. You see he used to molest me, back before the wish. Now it's all 'Kakorotto this, Kakorotto that'. But what about ME?! I used to be the one he molested; now it's Gokou. Dende, DO SOMETHING!!"
Take Four:
Dende paused in the act of taking a sip of his tea and clunked it back down onto the table. "Why didn't you tell me this then?" he demanded.
"Because Vegeta disappeared before I could." He stated blandly.
"Oh." Dende smiled sheepishly, "Of course. So it's happened twice now…"
Piccilo interrupted him, "I'm sure it's happened more than that. But I've only seen it myself twice."
"And what the hell do you want ME to do about it?!" Dende demanded then stood up and kicked Mr. Poepoe who had fallen asleep.
"Just needed someone to talk too." Piccilo said, looking off into the distance (ie: the wall), "I get lonely, sitting around all day, meditating by a waterfall, with no one to talk to except Gohan. I mean, he's a nice boy, but really, I'd like something a little more…conversational sometimes."
A/N – This one…err…just plain weirdness??
Chapter eleven"What's done is done Gokou," Bulma said wearily, bringing a hand up to rub her tried eyes. "I can't say I wasn't expecting something like this - not that I approve of it mind you...and besides, it will blow over and everything will be back to normal as soon as we get rid of this wish." She finished, her hand now resting on her hip.
"What is that suppose to mean?!" Gokou cried indignantly, the man in his arms tensing at her words.
"Oh Gokou, something like this was bound to happen," Bulma answered, shaking her head in a condescending manner. "And if it wasn't you, it would have been some other poor fool, don't you see? It's the wish."
Gokou opened his mouth to reply but was cut off when Vegeta broke away from him, stepping into clear view of Bulma. "Are you doubting our love?" he demanded.
"Vegeta!" Bulma said hastily, "No…Of course not."
"Can't you see it just by looking at us?" Vegeta took half a step backwards and grabbed Gokou's hand with one of his own, "We were made for each other."
"O-of course you were." Bulma agreed placating.
Vegeta growled dangerously at her tone of voice and tightened his grip on Gokou's hand. "You're just jealous of our happiness!" he snapped.
"Jealous?" Bulma said, suddenly indignant, "I know you didn't just say that!"
Vegeta snapped his fingers in Bulma's face, "Oh, yes I did and it is so true!"
"Oh no! You did not just snap your fingers in my face! I know you did not just snap your fingers in my face!"
"Oh yes I did."
"Oh no, you didn't."
"Oh yes I did."
"Oh no, you didn't."
"Oh yes I did."
"Oh no, you didn't."
"Oh yes I did."
"Oh no, you didn't."
"Oh yes I did."
"Oh no, you didn't."
"Oh yes I did and you better know I'm for real, girlfriend!"
"Oh no, you didn't just say that to me!" Bulma moved until she was right up in Vegeta's face, "Bring it!"
"Oh it's already been brought'ed!" Vegeta said, snapping his fingers again.
"Yo' Momma!"
"Nah-uh, yo' momma!"
Bulma glared, "Yo' momma so short she used to skydive off the kitchen table!"
"Oh no, you did not just diss my Momma!"
In the background Gokou followed everyone else in slipping out the door un-noticed and very quickly going somewhere else.
A/N: So, yeah…wasn't that fun? I really wish I had of saved the others but yeah…I hope they gave you a laugh! And thank-you again for all who reviewed – or didn't… Just thank-you for taking the time to read my story!
Bye for now!!
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