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  He walked into the room, to wake his son up for breakfast-the rambunctious two year old was supposed to be going to visit with Gohan all day. And when he flicked the light on, he yelled out something that sounded like "Whadahell?!" Which brought Vegeta out of Bardock & company's room to stand at his side. But unlike Goku, Vegeta didn't seem to be very fazed by what he saw. Right there, in the middle of Goten's little bed, the two demi- Saiyans were curled up together, COMPLETELY NAKED with their tales wrapped into one single cord.

"It's fine," is what Vegeta said.

"Fine?" Goku demanded, "How is that fine? They're... They're... Brothers!"

  Vegeta tugged him back into the hallway and gave him a stern glare.  "No," he said, "They are not. They have different mothers and different fathers. You can't stop things like this, and I should think you would realize that first hand."

 "But, `Geta..." All the whining got him, Goku realized, was another angry glare and a spectacular view of his mate's backside as he turned and walked away. So he gave in, sighed and shrugged off the shock of seeing his little son, completely NAKED and pressed up against another completely naked little boy. But he supposed it was innocent, because they were just bonding, it wasn't as if they were doing anything. They weren't even capable of doing anything yet.

 He went back into his son's room and shook the two of them awake, tossed clothes at them and they whined and complained, but slipped into the clothes nonetheless. "Too early," Goten said.

 "More sleep needed," Trunks added.

 "Breakfast!" Goku said. And he picked them up by their tails-much to their indignant squawking-and carried them down the stairs and dropped them into their chairs. Once their tiny buts hit the chair they were shoving pancakes and bacon into their mouths and chattering to each other so quickly that it made Goku's head spin. But at least, he figured, if they mated to each other then he wouldn't have to worry about them going through heartache and sorrow like he had to. Not that any of his children knew about what happened while they were nestled in the womb, or even, he reflected, about Chichi. Nobody had ever told Goten that his mother was still alive. 

 Bardock and Takashi came tumbling down the stairs next, wrestling until they sniffed the food, and then broke apart, sprinted for their seats and started to scarf down all the food they could get their little hands on. Gogeta flew in, composed and reserved. He had learned-through many, many fights-that his energy was highest and best used after breakfast. Bulla descended the stairs daintily, and if there were ever a child that Goku thought was just like Vegeta, it was their daughter.

 "Hey mom," Bardock asked with a mouthful of pancake, "What are we doing today?"

 Vegeta answered him with a flick to the head. "Learning not to talk with your mouth full, apparently."

 Bardock rubbed the back of his head, sneered at his father and then chewed his food loudly and dramatically before swallowing and repeating his question: "What are we doing today?"

"I'm going to see Gohan!" Goten announced merrily.

"All day?" Trunks pouted.

"Yep," Bulma said. 

She was sitting on the counter, fiddling with some instrument and experiment. It had taken her a full hour to make the food they were eating, and as she announced to Vegeta and Goku numerous times, she was going to find a way to finish making breakfast a lot faster or everyone was going to start eating raw food. 

"You're going to be spending the day with me, Trunks dear."

"Awww. Mooom!" Trunks whined. Goten patted his lavender hair regretfully and offered him more food.

"So what are we going to do?" Bardock repeated again.

Goku smiled at his second-oldest, then looked at Vegeta and back at his son purposefully.

Bardock frowned, crossed his arms over his chest, and unconsciously mimicked his father perfectly as he announced, petulantly: "I don't want to go with him. He's no fun." 

But his whining was to no avail, because he was upended when his father grabbed his tail and pulled him out of his chair, and though Bardock didn't say as much, he wasn't that displeased by this. In fact, of the two of them, Bardock generally matched his father's intensity over his mother's good nature. What he didn't like about Vegeta was that he tended to spar with Bardock, to make the boy work as hard as he could. It wasn't that Vegeta was pushing him too hard, but that Bardock liked that he was effortlessly more powerful than his group of siblings.

"What about me, Mom?" Takashi asked, and then, Gogeta parroted the same question and they looked at their mother expectantly. "What are we going to do?"

"Krillin is going to come and spar with us," he said, "He's going to show you some more moves." 

 "Hmph," is what Bulla said, she pouted. "Why do we always have to fight the same people?" 

Yes, their little girl was the cleanest Saiyan anyone had seen, and she was the best mannered and the most cultured, but she was like a thunderstorm when it came to battling. 

 That was when Gohan appeared, and he paused long enough to swallow a couple of pancakes, but with only a quick "Hi Dad. Bye Dad!" he grabbed Goten and was gone again. 

"Come on," Goku said to his brood, "Lets go warm up."
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  Mirai Trunks watched them. Three tiny little Saiyans, powering up, fighting against just one larger, faster- infinitely more powerful-man.  And Trunks could just watch them, push his long hair out of his face and wonder what had happened to them to make them what they were in the future. Of course, as he got his first real look at them, he realized that not all of them were there in the future. The girl was-she was a terror the likes of which only Freiza before her had matched-but neither of the little boys were. They fought good natured-ly against their mother, accepted his comments of "That was good" and "Try again" and worked to get faster and better, but like Goku they weren't in it to dominant or defeat. They were enjoying themselves.

 Trunks wondered where the other one was. The oldest one. That had stood on the platform of King Vegeta's monstrous castle and howled in laughter as countless humans were incinerated. The boy that had beaten Trunks until he could barely move, the only other Super Saiyan alive, besides Vegeta. Gohan had died. He'd resisted, fought against Vegeta, and he had been killed.

Trunks touched the mark on his shoulder, wondered how time could change him, because before he'd gone back to the future, he hadn't even known about Goten. But he knew him now, as if the memories had just been planted there. The mark appeared on his shoulder when he stepped out of the time machine, and he remembered. But Goten was gone. And Trunks had survived only because he had been inside of time when Goten died.

 He had to stop it. Whatever had happened, he absolutely had to stop that disaster. Because life had been hell with the androids, but Vegeta had not lived through the death of his mate. He had died, and the parts of him that lived on without a soul-they were horrific. They had sacked and raped and pillaged. The Saiyan race had forced itself back to dominance, because there was nobody in the universe strong enough to oppose. Except Goku.

 "Boo," Came the voice from his left, and he was face to tiny face with Bardock. The boy gave him a smile-a real smile, that was nothing like the sneer that the future Bardock had given him before he snapped his tail off. "Who are you?"

"Trunks," he said.

"What are you doing back?" That growl was absolutely unforgettable, and Trunks turned to his other side, to see Vegeta standing there, imperious and angry. Radiating power.
 
''Something went wrong," Trunks said, "I came back to help."

"Bardock," Vegeta said, "Go join your mother." 

The little boy looked like he was going to object for a moment, but he stifled it, and left. Then Vegeta gave him a level stare-looked more sane and tolerant than Trunks ever thought possible. 

"What happened?"

 "I don't think I should..."  Before he could finish Vegeta had punched him, and he only realized how strong his father had gotten when he knocked his head into the ground. From the ground, Trunks looked up at him.

 "I'll give you one chance to say exactly what happens, and then I'll beat it out of you. That," he pointed to Goku, "Is my mate. If something happens to him you had better tell me."

 "He still dies," Trunks said, "Somehow that makes it impossible to wish him back. So do the two middle brothers, Gohan and Goten."

  "And you're here to stop that from happening. Why?" Then, as Trunks climbed back to his feet, Vegeta narrowed his eyes, reached forward and pulled the shirt away from Trunks' shoulder. "What happened to your tail?"

 Trunks prepared himself for any further attempt at Vegeta-style interrogation and said flatly: "I'm not going to tell you that. Knowing too much can change things even worse."

"Hn."  Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. "And what will happen if you see yourself in the past?"

"I don't know.  Mom didn't say anything about that." 

He wiped the blood off his chin with the back of his hand and waited for Vegeta to say something further either way. He had come back here to stop this man in front of him from becoming a monster, and even though it was his father, Trunks didn't think he could love him. Not after the damage that he had seen his father do, not after the pain he'd endured at the King's command. If there was a way to stop it, Trunks would find it, because he could remember a time when he had loved his family, his brothers and his father more than anything-except Goten-but that time had passed.

"Fine.  Keep your damn hands off Kakarot." Vegeta motioned him toward the brood and their mother. 

 "Hey, `Geta..."  But whatever the man was going to announce was cut off when he saw Trunks. If possible, all the happiness drained right out of Goku's face, and he barely breathed for a long moment.  Then he moved passed his children and looked at Trunks. "Didn't the vaccine work?"

 "I don't know exactly," Trunks told him, "But I'm here to help you fight." He looked at the dirty, happy, tiny faces of his brothers and sister. "Did you give the vaccine to them too?"

 "Last week," Goku said, "Bulma said it would be most effective if it was fresher. What are we going to be fighting?"

 "Androids," Trunks said. Just being there, around this man-remembering a childhood where Goku had been just like his second mother, where he had been trained and loved by this man-made the pain that much worse. 

"When?"
"Soon."

  Goku moved back, looked at his children and then at Trunks. "Well, I guess we should all go get something to have for lunch." A shiny-perfect smile. "I'm hungry." And all his children parroted his announcement.
 
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Goku:  Hey, didn't you say that the fertility cycle was every three years?
Vegeta:  Yes.
Goku:  Wait a minute... Does that mean we're going to have to balance sex and fighting?
Vegeta:  Apparently.
Goku:  Hmm.  When are we going to eat? ► 01 Even More Of Us     02 Even More Of Us     03 Even More Of Us     04 Even More Of Us     05 Even More Of Us     06 Even More Of Us     07 Even More Of Us     08 Even More Of Us     09 Even More Of Us     10 Even More Of Us     11 Even More Of Us     12 Even More Of Us     13 Even More Of Us     14 Even More Of Us     15 Even More Of Us