Rebels Chapter 4: Wanderlust
“What’s the matter koi?” Goku pulled up a chair and leaned over Vegeta’s shoulder, his large palms rubbing tense shoulders. Vegeta’s mental turmoil could clearly be felt over their bond. Vegeta did not say anything but remain staring at the computer screen in front of him. Goku could not read what was written on the screen; the files were in something called Standard, which Vegeta explained was the most common shared language out there.
Ever since the ship had been brought down, Vegeta had been there whenever he was free, sieving through the records. Bra had wanted to bring in a team, or more like army, of CC engineers and technicians to go over and study the ship but her father was adamant; wait until he was done. It has been a week already and the prince had grown more and more agitated. Still, he refused to speak about it.
“Gather the others after dinner. Tonight. I have information to share and announcements to make.”
The prince’s deep voice broke Goku’s reverie. “Kakarotto…” there
was a long pause, as if Vegeta was nervous. “… what are you willing to do for
“Anything…” Goku was confused. “I love you.” Kiss.
“Would you go anywhere with me? Would you leave Earth? Your family and friends?”
“Hai.” His response was instant. “You are my Mate.” And in a softer tone, “and also my prince.”
Vegeta relaxed visibly. “What …” “All will be explained tonight.” The prince’s firm tone indicated that the discussion was now over.
The assorted group had seated themselves comfortably around the living room, eyes on the frowning prince who in his usual manner launched straight to the crux of the matter.
“That was Coolant’s main ship, and the fighters he brought down were his elite troops. Hence while he is likely to return for revenge, it will not be anytime soon. Also he is unlikely to return until he finds a way to defeat us.” Everyone knew ‘us’ meant ‘me & Kakarotto’. Relieved smiles broke out all around.
“But.” The prince’s serious tone cut through the babbling.
“I won’t be here.” His black glare withered any frantic questioning.
“Why??” Bra was frantic.
Vegeta took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “I found reports of other Saiyan survivors out there. Even after Vegetasei was destroyed, there were still captive Saiyans serving under ice-jins. After rumors got out that Frieza was killed by a Super Saiyan, ‘accidents’ started to happen to the remaining Saiyans. Most were smart enough and mutinied, leaving and banding together to form a rebel force. They were joined by other fighters who had escaped from the ice-jins.”
The room was deathly silent now.
“3 ice-jins, namely Coolant, Tundra and Icnia, have formed an alliance after news got out of Frieza’s death. While the guerilla forces are not doing well against the ice-jins, they are also difficult to put down as they have gotten pretty adept at hiding. So it’s a stalemate of sorts. There are no official reports of their location, but it is highly likely that their base is the solar system I6 as that is where most of their activity is concentrated.”
Goku remembered Vegeta’s question earlier that day and had an inkling what Vegeta was about to say next. The prince’s eyelids snapped open, onyx eyes glittering hard. “I am going there.”
“All this time, I had thought that Kakarotto and myself were the last of our kind. Now that I have found evidence to the contrary, it is my duty, my responsibility to seek them out. I am the Saiyan no Ouji.” Vegeta spoke softly, but his voice rang with steeled determination. “The Saiyan race WILL be restored.”
Everyone could hear the conviction in his words and they knew of his fierce pride for the proud warrior race. He rarely spoke of the decimation of his people though but they could imagine his rage and heartbreak.
“And I will go with him.” Goku spoke up determinedly.
“But who will defend the Earth then?” Krillin spoke for the others, his tone worried.
“Our sons are strong enough. But my place is with my Mate.” Goku moved to stand beside Vegeta proudly, his tail wrapping itself defiantly about the ouji’s slim waist. Light glinted off their matching metallic armbands as Vegeta turned to his mate, eyes gleaming brightly and unspoken words were exchanged through their shared bond. None dared interrupt the private moment and none dared further question Goku’s decision.
Trunks turned to his Goten, a familiar gleam Goten knew all too well in his blue eyes. “Chibi, I want to go too.”
“But… you can’t go! Who will protect the earth? More importantly, what about ME?” Goten wailed.
“I’m *bored* out of my mind here on earth. And you can come with me. Think about chibi; don’t you feel that our lives are lacking? Work day in day out, what’s the purpose? The fight with Coolant’s cronies was the most exciting thing, ok except for you, that happened in over a decade! We used to have such fun and exciting adventures when we were kids remember? What happened?” Trunks spoke fervently, his persuasive tone swaying Goten over. Goten hesitated; it was true. He had been feeling aimless, listless…
“Dad, we’re coming along.” Trunks’ announcement set off another flurry of objections.
“Don’t be stupid brat. This is not some fun adventure, we’re not gallivanting to the other side of the universe to find dragonballs, we’re going smack in the middle of a bloody war!” Vegeta spat out derisively.
“Trunks, Goten, think about this… You have to stay to protect the Earth…” Goku tried to reason with them.
“What about Gohan? Piccolo?” Trunks countered.
“Frankly, we cannot take on Coolant. I’m out of shape.” Gohan admitted.
“And we can?” Goten spoke up.
“You two have Gotenks.” Piccolo pointed out.
“Gohan, once you get back into training, you can whip our butts!” Trunks tried to convince the demi-Saiyan. “You were once the strongest!”
“That’s not a guarantee and what about the other troops? Coolant isn’t likely to come alone.” Gohan shot back.
“WHY do you want to go so badly?” Bra injected.
“Because I’m freaking bored! My life is aimless… I’m going mad! I *want* to do something with my life!” Trunks yelled.
“President of Capsule Corps isn’t an achievement?”
“No it’s not Bra! I didn’t earn it! Mom did… that’s her achievement.” Trunks turned to his father. “Look dad, I’m sure you know what I mean… My blood is burning for action, I WILL go crazy if I stay here like this any longer. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life standing in line, shuffling in step!”
“Goten, don’t be foolish.” Gohan pleaded but his usually mild-mannered brother looked convinced. “This is something I feel I have to do… I can’t explain it Gohan…”
“And what about Capsule Corps?”
“Bra can have it!”
“She’s too young!”
“It’s only another year till she graduates and I know that she could easily graduate early; she has enough credits…”
“Will both you and your father abandon her?” Gohan pulled slyly on the guilt strings.
“Hey! Stop talking about me like that! I’m almost 18 – I can take care of myself!”
The argument raged back and forth and it looked like an ugly stalemate. Trunks was vehement and even mild Goten was fully beside him in this hare- brained idea. Bit by bit, the two boys wore down at the other protestations but the biggest problem of who will protect Earth hung unanswered in the tense air.
Vegeta could see the wanderlust and battle fever burning in his son’s eyes and knew exactly how he felt. The other humans cannot understand it but their fathers could. Deep down inside, Vegeta felt like agreeing with his son and he knew that Kakrotto does too. His tall mate had kept noticeably silent throughout the raging verbal battle. Yet…
“Trunks…” Vegeta spoke quietly. “I know how you feel. I know exactly how you feel. But think about your responsibility for a moment. You are a prince. You cannot just abandon your duties for a wild jaunt.”
Trunks sank down into the armchair dejectedly. “I know you’re right dad. But godammit!” He pounded the chair in frustration, punching right through the fabric.
“What about Uub?” Goku spoke out suddenly.
“What *about* Uub?” Gohan asked curiously.
“He’s strong, really strong. The last time I saw him almost ten years ago, he was as strong as a level 2 SSJ.” Goku spoke thoughtfully. “The main problem here is that there is nobody, other than me or Vegeta, that is strong enough to take on Coolant alone, that’s why Trunks and Goten cannot go. But Uub…”
“Ask him!” Trunks almost fell out of his chair in excitement. Goku gave his classic Son grin and winked out. An excited and agitated buzzing filled the room as the others waited for his return. Uub, the non-evil reincarnation of Buu, was the reason why Goku had left before, spending ten years to train the young demi-demon in his powers. Most had only seen him once or twice and are extremely curious about the young demi-demon.
When Goku finally appeared, they stared curiously at the exotic teen beside him. Uub was tall and swarthy, his wild black hair cut in a Mohawk fashion and trailing down his shoulder blades. Dressed in simple jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt, his bronzed muscles could be clearly seen and he looked every inch a fighter. The shy teen stared wide-eyed at the stares he was receiving but did not look away. Vegeta nodded approvingly at that and approached the mysterious teen.
“Have you been briefed?” Uub nodded shyly at the stern figure. “Hai, I knew of the invaders. I felt their ki’s but I knew you and Son Goku could handle the even strongest ki easily so I did not worry.”
“Yatta!” Trunks leapt up. “Now that is settled…”
“No, it is NOT yet settled.” Vegeta quelled his son’s enthusiasm with a hard glare. “You may only go *if* and only if Uub demonstrates a power level at least that of a level 3 Super Saiyan.”
“What are you waiting for Uub?” The lavender-haired demi-Saiyan turned to the brown-skinned teen.
“Tomorrow.” Vegeta stated firmly. “We will spar with him. Now it is late.” He looked pointedly at the front door. The humans took the cue and left for home, while Goku brought Uub up to a guest bedroom.
“Well Vegeta, what do you think of Uub?”
“Hn.” Goku quickly ran through his Vegeta-translation dictionary in his mind and smiled in relief when he realized it was a ‘He’s ok I approve’ hn.
“How do you feel about the boys’ wanting to go?” The two Saiyans, dressed in matching black gi bottoms were in the kitchen for a late-night snack – a very common occurrence. Empty plates littered the table.
There was a pause as Vegeta rummaged around the fridge for more food. “Conflicted. In our absence, they have a duty to stay. Yet, I fully understand what they mean. BUT I still think they are a pair of pampered brats who know nothing. They see this as some fun adventure. Shit, I think we’re out of food! All that’s left is … this bottle of shoyu sauce… a rotten orange… AHA!” He emerged triumphantly with a half-empty carton of chocolate mint ice-cream.
“Yeah, I feel the same way. I sure hope Uub is as good as I think he is. I would like to have the boys along too. Hey! I want some of that too!”
“I found it first! Back off Kakarotto!” Vegeta snarled and held the carton possessively.
“Aww… C’mon ‘Geta! I’ll do anything!” Goku whined.
“Anything?” Vegeta advanced on his now slightly nervous mate with a smirk. “Hn. Ok.” Goku was confused but shrugged and got out his own spoon.
/Kakarotto… I am glad you are coming with me./ Although the prince showed his affections somewhat publicly *ahem*, he still found it hard to openly talk about his feelings.
/Ai shiteru Koishii. / Their burning gazes locked for a while, no spoken words were needed. Goku had not heard the same phrase from the proud prince but he knew Vegeta felt the same.
When the ice-cream was down to just a quarter carton, Vegeta abruptly pulled the tub away. “Ok, now’s the fun part. Don’t move.” He scooted over onto Goku’s lap and kissed him deeply, wiggling lightly. The two sat there for a while, squirming and moaning slightly as they kissed.
Suddenly, Vegeta broke away and gave a wicked smirk before kneeling before Goku and pulling his gi pants down. Before Goku could say anything, he dipped two fingers into the ice-cream and liberally smeared the cold dessert all over the seated Saiyan’s erection. Goku gasped in shock and tried to move away but Vegeta had locked his hips down in an iron grip with one hand. His other hand had gripped the light brown tail firmly, giving it gentle tugs that rendered the younger Saiyan as weak as a newborn kitten. The smirking prince then proceeded to lick off the dripping ice-cream oh so slowly.
“…aahh…’Geta…” “Yes?” Lick. “..faster … please?” Smears some more. Suck. “Nope.” “Aahh… the mint!”
“Goten, I’m hungry. Follow me to the kitchen for a snack?” Trunks pulled his sleepy mate along the corridors. Goten rubbed his eyes sleepily and frowned. “But our fathers are there…”
“So? Are we avoiding them for some reason?”
“But remember the last time we walked into the kitchen while they were having a snack at this time of the night?”
“Ay, chibi, that was just bad luck! Lightning cannot strike twice! Besides, I’m really hungry.”
As they neared the kitchen however, they slowed down as they heard Goku’s weak chuckle.
“Kami ‘Geta! I didn’t know chocolate mint can feel like that…”
Some loud purrs.
“On second thought… I know this really great café that opens 24 hours…” Trunks and Goten turned as one towards the front door.
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