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Turles watched through stern eyes and a scowl at the spot where the trio had exited his dwelling. He'd been worried Goku would've ended up drowning and the Sea Witch would've either had to force air into his lungs or send two Mer-Saiyans and a body back to Bardock. The latter wasn't an option.         




"Only one more thing to take care of." Turles muttered. He floated to a shelf and began gathering supplies for a long journey and a small map. He would be paying a visit to a certain fisherman soon.




Stuffing the items he'd gathered into a bag made of woven kelp and other sea products, Turles absentmindedly touched the shell where Goku's voice was stored. He didn't plan on having any of the princes get involved with his master plan, nor wanted to hurt them.




"Not everything can go the way you want them to go…" He said to himself. If he were to be successful in his scheme to clear his name and get his tail back, sacrifices had to be made.




A long, black and purple tentacle danced up in front of his face. He'd lived so long with his eight slithery companions that he'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have a Mer-Saiyan tail. Standing up tall, and blinking away any weak emotions, the halfopode grabbed one last object; a wooden cylinder with two leather straps tied around it, and headed outside of his shelter. 




The Mer-Saiyans that had been transformed into wretched creatures slinked away and trembled as the Sea Witch passed them by. Turles took no notice of them, his heart had been frozen a long time ago. As he reached the opening of the skeleton's maw, Turles placed two fingers in his mouth and whistled.




Out of the shadows came the dark silhouette of a marine creature that had been by Turles' side ever since he'd been banished. They had developed a strong bond over the years, the misunderstood, almost blind being offering protection and Turles serving as its eyes.




The old shark slowly and shyly approached his master, and the Sea Witch smiled, rubbing his hands over the dark brown, white eyed sleeper shark.




"Haven't seen your ugly face in a while," Turles purred at the scavenger-predator. "How are you, sleepy head?" 




The shark bumped its large nose against Turles' torso. 




The former Mer-Saiyan flicked his wrist and produced a ball of light, hissing when he saw a harpoon stuck in the shark's fin. "Those rotten monsters just won't leave your kind alone. Such misjudged creatures…"




Turles reached into his kelp bag and pulled out a bottle that had a numbing cream; he knew beforehand that his friend would most likely be injured once again. The shark had a bad habit of getting too casual around fishermen boats, mainly because there was a lot of food in those areas and, in its old age, it had become careless.




"I told you before not to go near those boats. You can always come to me if you're hungry." Turles applied the balm, waited a few moments, and pulled the harpoon out. The scent of blood would attract unwanted company, so he had to act quickly, even though no sea critter in their right mind would dare mess with the witch himself.




He reached in to fish out another bottle, this one had healing properties, and after the wound was completely closed, Turles magicked a bit of a restoration spell to return full function on his companion's fin.




"There we go. Ready to embark on another journey with-"




Turles suddenly swiveled around and shot a ray of energy at a bone-sucker that got too close, wanting to ambush the halfopode and the shark to get a quick bite. The skeletal monster disintegrated on the spot, and all others that were lurking in the distance swam off in fear.




Turles wiped the palm of his hand on his hip and turned back to the old timer. "As I was saying… Shall we?"




The scraggy shark lowered itself to allow the Sea Witch to get on its back and took off to the surface once Turles was settled on top. As soon as they broke the water lining and touched the air, the bronzed fin-folk cast a spell on himself, making his tentacles disappear, and in their place were two shapely Saiyan legs, tanned with a sparkling bronze just like the rest of his body.




"Go East, my love." Turles directed the sleeper shark towards his next destination, and the senior sea critter followed the instructed path, flipping its fins as fast as it could.




-




Under the warm rays of the late evening sun, Toma had been working on fixing one of his older nets that had torn in a few places. Hours had passed, and it was now close to dinner time. 




The tanned fisherman wiped off a trail of sweat that slithered down his sharp cheekbone and looked around the little living space he had built for himself on a small island off the coast, not far away from the metropolis that was in the middle of King Vegeta's territory. It was barely a couple of counts away on rowboat, and when he had enough products to sell in the Marketplace, his bigger, faster fishing boat would make it to the docks in half the time where he had his own stall, passed down to him from his parents and their parents before them.




"When are you coming back?" He asked himself that question for the millionth time.




Everyday, Toma would walk to the deck he constructed for leisure fishing time and look longingly towards the ocean horizon, hoping in his heart that he would see the carrier of his cubs come swimming to him. Today was no different.




Realizing the net was beyond any repair, the ponytailed Saiyan threw said net down with more venom than he intended. He threaded his fingers through his hair and sighed; that would be the seventh net he had broken that span. He was becoming too reckless.




"I really, really need to get laid…"




Toma got up from the flat rock he used as a bench and walked to his hut. It was time to get the next lonely meal ready and also time to leave his cub's birth celebration present at the deck. Goku would come any cycle now to retrieve his gift just like he and Raditz had done in the past- Toma would always leave them presents the next cycle after their birth parties, little trinkets he'd buy from exotic stores. 




This time, he'd bought an extra special item for Goku's Coming of Age Ceremony; an important celebration in his culture as well as in the Mer-Saiyan world. In a small chest, he'd placed a waterproof book, a contraband artifact he'd had his eyes on for several terms. 




In the Saiyan world, having books was strictly forbidden. Only royalty was able to possess these rare items from the Human territory as they were very expensive to manufacture. With everything becoming digital since the Great Tuffle War, books and other similar articles had become a thing of the past. No printing presses were left aside from a handful of rare collectables belonging to aristocracy, the majority of them inoperable.




Toma believed Goku should have a book. It was an old romance novel he might enjoy, having learned from the fisherman himself how to read and speak Saiya-go. Raditz had also been taught since his early years, but the poor cub had had trouble with the symbols. Goku also had a small learning disability but made up for it with his intuition and empathy. Cumber, however, the few orbits he was around before being abducted, had been a learning beast, consuming scroll after scroll of information at such a young age. He had been formidable, something his two younger brothers lacked in one way or another.




The heartbroken Saiyan entered his humble abode, retrieved the chest containing the book, and made his way to the fishing deck only to stop dead in his tracks, the chest falling from his hands and tumbling to the sandy ground.




Standing on the dock, against the setting sun, was the most beautiful silhouette he'd ever laid eyes upon- the curvy hips; spikey, untamed hair; a long, full tail; legs that would make a Saiyan drop to his knees and beg to have a taste. It was the perfect shape of Bardock, King of the Oceans.




"Bardock?" The word was barely above a whisper as the fisherman dashed towards the one he yearned for. As he got closer, Toma squinted his eyes and sniffed the air; a breeze passed by, telling him this was not who he thought it was. 




"Mmm~ Close. I'm related to him." Turles purred as he sauntered towards the handsome Saiyan.




"But you have legs, and you don't smell like my kind." 




"I was a Mer-Saiyan… A long time ago. But I can pull a trick or two from up my sleeve- As your kind says."




Turles suddenly did a handstand, hooked his legs around Toma's neck, twisted in mid air, and brought the other down, straddling his face, one thigh on either side of his head, feet pinning his arms down.




Toma found himself under a pair of soft jewels, a magnificent cock, and a breeder that was radiating heat like the burning sand on a hot day. He also found himself becoming aroused at the mere scent of a body that was ready to be plowed. The taller of the two opened his mouth to protest only to have a trail of slick make its way into his mouth.




~Goddess above, he tastes almost like Bardock.~




The Sea Witch heard mumbling coming from the trapped Saiyan and lifted his own balls so the other could breathe. "I swear these bodies have such pesky parts…" When Toma began to mumble, Turles tsked and grinded his hips against the face below him. "It's rude to talk with your mouth full~"




Toma was persistent, however, and was able to shimmy away enough to free his mouth. "You're breached." He commented in a surprised tone.




"Don't think you're my first Saiyan." Turles informed him. "I've had many more than a handful."




"I thought it was forbidden for your kind to mingle with ours."




The dark-skinned Merfolk chuckled dryly, "His Majesty had already banished me before making that rule. He can't banish me twice."




Toma gasped, recognizing at that moment who this individual was. "Gine told me about you! You're the one that was supposed to look after Cumber, but you let him wander too close to poachers, and he got captured!"




Turles tensed above the fisherman and looked away, "So, you've heard of me…" His demeanor turned glum.




"And you must know Cumber was my firstborn."




The transformed Mer-Saiyan turned his eyes back at Toma, meeting his steely gaze. Memories of that horrendous cycle came back with a vengeance.




~




A young Mer-cub swam as fast as he could with his small tail fins, trying to catch an elusive shrimp as a snack. Over corals and through seaweed Cumber went, his prey just out of reach and his guardian not far behind.




Turles called out for the little hunter since they were getting too close to Paragus' territory, and even though the older Mer-Saiyan was Bardock and Turles' brother, his soldiers wouldn't hesitate to capture any trespassers, even at the risk of starting a war. 




Family ties were strained between himself and Paragus, and a bite to eat wasn't worth provoking his elder brother. After all, Turles had sided with Bardock, rejecting Paragus' invitation to remain by his side, perhaps becoming his consort. 




It was a high honor, since Turles wasn't exactly a crown prince. He was merely the cub of a close friend who had passed away one cycle, and the king, at that time, took him in and raised Turles as his own.




Bardock and Turles immediately became close friends, studied together, pulled pranks together, sparred together, shared secrets, spent nights wrapped around each other after coming of age, and eventually, the King of Atlanta entrusted his most precious possession to his younger, adopted brother.




Paragus didn't take kindly to Turles choosing Bardock over him. He banned the youngest Merfolk from his domain, swearing to force-mate Turles if he ever came too close to his kingdom.




The bronze-skinned Mer-Saiyan wasn't about to put that threat to the test.




"Cumber! Get your tail back here!"




"I almost got it!" The innocent child shouted back, getting farther and farther away from his guardian.




"We can't get too close-" Turles caught movement from the corner of his eye and snapped his head to the side, tensing when he saw a net heading towards them. 




"Poachers!" The magically gifted Merfolk shouted to get the cub's attention, his heart racing when he saw another net on the other side closing in on them. "SWIM DOWN!"




Turles dove towards the seabed, confident that Cumber was right behind him. Luck was not smiling upon him that cycle, the adult Mer-Saiyan found out, and the cub was left behind, struggling to keep up with the bigger fin-folk.




"CUMBER!" Turles shouted when he turned to check on the cub and shot a blast of his magic towards the nets that were encircling his brother's kid. His breath caught in his throat when his powers were absorbed by the snares, something he had not expected, and when Cumber finally reached his guardian, grabbing the ropes, he instantly got zapped and became dazed. 




"FUCK!" The panicked adult rushed towards the nets and grabbed them as well, shrieking in pain as energy shocked every molecule in his body. He grabbed the lines again, this time trying to break them. The energy in them scorched his skin, but Turles kept on trying to make a hole big enough to pull the cub out.




By the time the hole was barely a spec bigger, the nets began pulling up, taking Cumber with them. Turles cussed once more and used all his strength to get the small Mer-Saiyan out of the whale trap- he was unsuccessful.




With a heavy heart and burnt hands, Turles let go of the net and watched Cumber being picked up alongside a school of fish and other critters. The last thing he heard before turning tail and swimming back to Atlanta was the sound of the poachers cheering for capturing a supposed mythical creature of the deep seas.




~




The Sea Witch stopped himself from feeling sadness in front of the fisherman that had stolen his older brother's heart. "I didn't come here to relive the glory days."




Deep inside, Turles still wondered why Gine had stopped Bardock from killing him. Banishment was too good for losing the future heir to the throne and being transformed into a half octopus was just a slap on the wrist. The dark-skinned fin-folk could have easily changed back into a Mer-Saiyan- his magic had always been much stronger than Bardock's, albeit, not his physical strength-, but he refused to undo his brother's punishment. Instead, he accepted to pay his dues, went into hiding for orbits, but still kept an eye on the royal family from afar. 




The isolation had turned him bitter and underhanded, more of a trickster than a once-upon-a-time guardian. His heart had darkened, and his blood had poisoned, besmirching his name and gaining the title of 'The Sea Witch'.




"Then why did you come here? To kill me?"




A voice underneath him pulled Turles out of his intrusive thoughts, and the older Saiyan looked down. "Goddess, no. Unlike what many think, I'm not a murderer. I prefer the more ironic paths in life."




Toma squinted at the unwanted guest; he had a nose for deception and treachery.




"Now that Goku got his wish, I need to make sure you can't help him cheat his way into the Prince's heart." Turles mumbled out loud. "But first, I must see what's so great about your cock that had King Bardock head over heels for you."




"What about what?!" Toma arched his back as Turles' tail wrapped itself around his neglected cock, tightening at the base and dragging itself to his pointed tip. The Latcher couldn't help but moan at the feeling of the soft fur on his heated skin.




"Looks like someone's been holding off for too long~" Turles mocked the other. "Waiting for my brother, perhaps?"




Toma growled at the taunting, "You know I can easily throw you off." To prove his point, the retired elite soldier freed his arms from Turles' hold, grabbed his curvy hips, and flipped him on his back, knocking the air out of the false Saiyan.




The Sea Witch chuckled and pulled the tanned fisherman forward with his legs, making their dicks grind together. "So I see. But I also know you're going to cave in and fuck me. After all, you know deep down that Bardock will never return to you. I can smell your feelings of resignation, and he is so very stubborn." 




Another roll of his hips had Toma thrusting forward involuntarily, precum leaking from the tip of his erection and falling on Turles' abs.




"I don't want to have sex with you. But…" The fisherman paused.




"Buuut?" Turles moved his hips from side to side, smearing Toma's balls with his slick.




Taking a deep breath, Toma continued, "But my right arm is so very tired."




The Sea Witched let out a choked gasp as he felt Toma rear back and enter him suddenly, sliding against his moist walls up to the hilt. "Your- Entire body is going to- Be tired after I'm done with you."




"And your throat is going to be sore from screaming my name."




"I'll have you screaming my name- FIRST!" Turles moaned as Toma pulled back and stuffed his needy hole again.




Toma sat up, pulling the darker Saiyan along with him, "And you'll only hear Bardock's name coming from my mouth."




Before the Sea Witch could speak his protests, his current sex partner hooked his arms under Turles' knees and began bouncing him up and down his lengthy shaft. Nothing but moans and cries of pleasure were heard from the trickster for a long time.




-





"NGH-AAAAHAAAAA!!! FUCK! YES!"




If there was one thing Turles commended the Saiyan race for, it was the wonderful feeling of getting knotted by their Latchers. His womb was now locking around Toma's sizable cockhead and sucking up all of his cum, getting filled to the brim. As suspected, the fisherman had, indeed, been saving himself for his sweetheart's return, and the Sea Witch's core was gradually being filled by the good, sticky, white juices Turles (and many others) craved after.




The shorter, faux Saiyan bounced his hips a couple of times just to feel his cervix stretch outwards while it remained secured around Toma's cock, not letting it go like a warden to a prisoner.




Eventually, the two bodies separated, the wild haired Saiyan's body shivered, his core relaxed, and Toma's dick, still hard and wanting, slid out the messy hole that was Turles' breeder. The Sea Witch let out a long, satisfied breath and got up from the nest, but to his surprise, a strong and firm arm prevented him from going too far. 




"Where do you think you're going?" Toma asked as he pulled Turles' smaller body against his sweaty torso.




"I was going to get water." 




"So you're thirsty?" The younger Saiyan suddenly grabbed Turles by his head and shoved his face towards his chest. "You can have milk."




Pulling up from the full, muscular pecs, Turles shook Toma's hand away and arched an eyebrow, "I almost forgot your kind also lactates~" He bent down and took a dusky nipple into his mouth and began suckling.




"So… Was that your plan to stop me from helping Goku? Stall me with sex?"




The Sea Witch pulled off and licked the milky substance from his lips, "Oh, nonono. The sex was for me. I have something different planned for you." After saying his part, Turles bent down again to suck at the other dark bud.




"Well- For what it's worth, if circumstances would've- Been different, I might've asked you to hang around longer." Toma confessed; it made Turles flinch and sit back up with an expression of shock on his face.




"Is it because I remind you of him?" The fin-folk asked with a hint of accusation.




"It is because of that, but you also have your own merits." 




Turles felt his heart skip a beat, and just like that, darkness enveloped his mind and soul, and his heart returned to being cold as ice. "I was going to go for a few more rounds, but this opens a whole new can of worms I do not want to deal with, unfortunately."




The transformed Mer-Saiyan got out of bed and walked a couple of steps away from Toma. If the fisherman looked into the banished Merfolk's eyes, he would see regret, longing, but also determination.




"I'm not sorry for this…" Turles lifted his hand, and a blast of magic swiveled in the air, shooting towards Toma and enveloping him in an aura of purple light.




Toma's shriek of surprise morphed into a squawk as the transformation reached completion. In place of the tall, built Saiyan was a white seagull, instead of hands he now had grey wings, and his furry tail was now a fan of feathers with a black tip.




Toma touched his mouth to find a pointy beak, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!" At least his voice remained the same.




"I do feel bad about not having your sexy body around, but I simply can't have Goku running towards you for help, or have you telling the Prince about Mer-Saiyans… Can I." Turles deadpanned. "He needs to figure this out for himself. Raditz and Broly won't be able to help since Saiyans can't understand sea critters, but I wouldn't put it past them to come to you for assistance."




"Sea critters? What have you done to Raditz?!" Toma's feathers ruffled, and his claws dug into the soft balsa wood of his cabin floor. "And Goku!"




"They're all fine," Turles waved the feisty bird off. "Sort of." He added with a chuckle.




The Sea Witch swooped down to collect the gull in his hands, laughing at Toma's poor attempt to peck at his fingers and try tearing flesh off to no avail.




"I gave Goku what he wanted- Cross my heart. And Raditz, as well as Broly, just got in the way. I had to modify them a bit. They still look delicious though." Turles guffawed as he pulled his face away from the seagull's violent beak.




Dropping the feathery Saiyan to the floor, Turles pivoted on his heels and left the cabin, his tail sashaying smugly behind him as he made his way to his shark friend. Toma growled and flapped his way behind the trickster, trying to peck at his tail.




"That is very unbecoming of you." The disguised halfopode turned around and shooed the bird away with his foot; a trail of cum dripped from his breeder and down his leg. Turles swiped some of the sweet delicacy from his bronze skin and licked his fingers clean. 




"Mmm~ Thank you for the meal, Stud. I did enjoy myself. Now, be a good bird and wait three cycles, the spell will revert you to your stunningly handsome self. Unless…" Turles showed the gull his sharp fangs and a starved look on his glowing eyes under the darkening sky, "You wish to become my meal in the literal sense."




Bird-Toma gulped and took a step back, not moving when Turles continued walking off his island towards the ocean.




Once the Sea Witch was gone, the fisherman grabbed his head in frustration, seething at the unexpected turn of events. He racked his brain, trying to decipher what Turles said and didn't say. The only conclusion he could come up with was that Goku was going to try to meet with Prince Vegeta, and that meant…




"Did he give Goku legs?!" 




That missing detail made everything clear now. Toma knew the prince was in love with the sea and often set sail for cycles on end. Goku must've seen him and fallen head over heels, and given the young fin-folk's love for all things Saiyan, it was obvious Goku had asked Turles to be magicked into one.




"The poor thing won't even know how to walk!" Toma exclaimed as he took to the sky- or tried to… Several times. He would not let his cub fend for his own in a world where the weak had little to no chance of surviving. 




-




Goku, Broly, and Raditz finally made it to the shore. The three were beyond tired, having swum since noon, and were flopped on the rocky shore, catching their breath- there was just so much strength a newbie swimmer, a crab, and a tropical fish had available. Luckily, they had run across a pod of dolphins who had offered to assist them until the water became too shallow and dangerous for them.




It had been an immense help.




"Where… WHERE'S MY FUCKING DICK?! MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR!!!"




"At least you have claws to grab things." Broly replied to Raditz.




"At least ya got a tail!" The crab bickered. "Look at this hard shelly, flat thing! I GOT NO ASS!" Raditz twisted his neck as far as he could to see his carapace.




Goku finally recovered some strength to sit up and jerked when he saw his new knees break through the surface of the shallow water. He lifted his right leg up and smiled as he wiggled his toes.




He also felt a new limb added aside from his legs and looked behind him, lifting his tail from the water, his hands immediately going to touch the wet fur. A silent moan came out of his mouth when he felt an exquisite, electrical jolt travel into his spine and wondered what else this new extremity had.




The false Saiyan began exploring a soft nub he found on the underside base of his tail while Raditz and Broly argued about how to find the castle, all three unaware that the castle was just a short jogging distance away.




-




Unbeknownst to the newcomers to the Saiyan world, the Prince himself was sitting outside of his castle on the stairs that lead down to the beach, playing the tecki- a small flute-whistle instrument-, attempting to replicate a tune that had taken over his every thought ever since he almost drowned when his ship had exploded. 




He had told Nappa he didn't like fireworks, but his faithful butler had insisted; these were improved fireworks, designed with Saiyan hearing in mind, and he had paid for them out of pocket to commemorate the royal birth celebration.




Prince Vegeta had relented in the end, if only to humor the older Saiyan. Nappa was, after all, extremely loyal to the royal circle, demonstrated through orbits of service, and Vegeta did have a special place in his heart for the bald Saiyan- although he would never let another living soul be wise to that information.




Those fireworks had nearly ended him, but he would never let his animal companion suffer such a horrible fate. And it was because he rescued his pekiro that he had almost died and had been subsequently rescued by someone who had the most angelic voice he'd ever heard.




Vegeta cussed when he hit the wrong note. "That voice. I cannot get it out of my head!" Having nobody believe that he was rescued by a sea angel made him even more determined to play the entire song that was saturating his memories.




His animal companion, Chinchin, made a whiny barking sound in an attempt to cheer up his master. Vegeta got up and walked down the few steps to the shore and threaded his gloved hand through his dark brown hair. 




"I looked everywhere for them. Even sent out search parties." The young Prince crouched down to pet the pekiro's head- the canine creature licked Vegeta's cheek to comfort him.




Suddenly, the fury companion's ears stood up as he sniffed the air, all attention redirected into the distance.




"What is it, Boy? Smell someth- HEY!" The royal protested as he was sent to the sandy ground when his companion practically jumped over him and ran off towards a rocky area a frame or so away from the castle.




"COME BACK HERE, YOU HYPERACTIVE FUCK!" The Prince chased his companion to the other side of his property, not knowing what on Vegetasei the animal had smelled.




-




"Good gods…" If crabs could sweat, Raditz would be a hot, dripping mess. 




Broly simply gulped as he watched his childhood crush on his knees, fingering himself and playing with the base of his tail. Goku's dick was hard and standing proud, looking very different from their regular, Mer-Saiyan erections, and the hole he was exploring was none they had ever seen before.




"There is no doubt in my mind that the Saiyan Prince will fall for him." Raditz commented with more than a hint of jealousy in his tone.




"This will ruin our plan." Broly whispered to his arranged future mate.




"The Saiyan will just have to come live with us in the sea. Problem solved!" The crab whispered back.




The fish shook his head as much as it was possible without having a neck, "That's too big of a change. We don't even know if he's that fond of the ocean."




"Are ya kidding me?!" Raditz unstuck his eyes from his little brother to look at Broly directly. "This is why Goku hasn't fallen for ya. Yer too pessimistic!"




Broly frowned at the other, "I'm realistic! There's a difference."




"Well, here's a reality: my baby bro is hot as fuck, and the whole world would leave their lives to be with him!"




"That's because you're biased, and he wouldn't even be able to mate with the whole world."




Raditz's eye twitched, "That- THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT!"




The two former Mer-Saiyans continued bickering while Goku continued exploring his body and all the different feelings certain parts gave him when stimulated, all of them unaware that a large canine was galloping towards them at high speed, until it was almost on top of them.




Goku heard the heavy foot falls of the strange animal that had licked his cheek a few cycles ago and looked up to see that same large creature charging at him. With a silent yelp, Goku scrambled away and tried running in the opposite direction to avoid the incoming missile of fur. 




His first attempt at running had him face planting on the sand. In the second attempt, he tripped on driftwood and tumbled several feet before crashing into a large rock. The third attempt had him tangled up in seaweed and old nets and becoming trapped.




A soundless scream left his mouth when the giant pekiro tackled him, Goku's life flashed before his eyes as he awaited the finishing move. His only regret was never getting the chance to mate with the Prince- or his brother for that matter.




The deadly bite never came, instead, Goku felt odd movements against one of his legs. He opened one of his eyes to see the animal panting, wagging its three tails, and humping his thigh.




At that moment, a certain seagull perched itself on a nearby rock where the fish and crab were still hyper focused on their argument. 




"Oh, my Goddess. Goku, what have you done now." Toma deadpanned, dumbstruck and shocked at seeing his youngest cub with legs and a puffed up tail. 




Raditz turned around to see a white gull and immediately recognized his scent. Broly felt an instinctive need to stay away from that winged creature.




"Toma?! Yer a bird now?!" Raditz asked in a high pitched tone.




"…Raditz?! You're a… You're looking healthy." Toma gulped as his eyes went from the crab to the fish. His stomach growled softly.




"This is Broly," the crab kindly pointed out, "And we ain't on the menu."




"I'm guessing Turles did this." The former fisherman concluded.




"Ya should see Goku! He's a mess-" Raditz directed his gaze at his younger brother only to see a scene he was not expecting. "He's um… Making new friends it seems."




Toma ran his wing feathers down his face before startling as he recognized the pekiro currently loving on his poor cub's leg. "That's the Prince's companion…" He was tempted to fly over and peck the canine's eyes out- if only it had eyes. Pekiros had special sensors to detect temperature and electromagnetic signals. They were also as strong as a full grown Saiyan, if not more.




"THERE YOU ARE, YOU FIEND!"




Goku recognized another's voice, a voice he had been longing to hear again and had little to no hopes of getting that wish. 




"My apologies. Chinchin has no restraint when he-" '-Spots gorgeous creatures such as yourself'. The last part remained unspoken as Vegeta's eyes widened when they raked up and down the Saiyan's almost nude form- he had an oddly placed pair of seashells which only made the entire scene more dirty.




Broly and Raditz automatically hid underwater as they saw the Saiyan Prince grab his companion and haul the pekiro off Goku. Toma stayed on the rock, vigilant to the Prince's next move. As a self proclaimed 'excelling parent', he wanted to at least make sure his cub wasn't thrown in prison for trespassing on the castle grounds. The Prince did have eyes, and Toma would peck them out if he did any harm to his indirect offspring.




A trail of blood trickling down Prince Vegeta's nose told him no prison would be in store for his cub, but that didn't mean Goku was entirely safe. The way the royal was gawking at him made Toma's feathers ruffle in overprotective anger.




The pekiro made another move towards this strange Saiyan, but Vegeta held it by the collar firmly. "YOU! SIT!" 




Chinchin thrusted his ears back and sat down with a whine as his target slowly climbed a rock to add distance between them. The canine lowered his head when he sensed his prey's tail move angrily and heard a hiss coming from the sea creature he'd met a long time ago on his master's ship.




"I cannot believe the nerve you have. Greeting a castaway like that!" Vegeta scolded his companion and took off his pristine, white shirt, using it to shield the other Saiyan's nudity. 




Goku was confused by the gesture but clung to the shirt when a cloud of the Prince's scent invaded his nostrils. Not to mention, Vegeta was built like a god and looked much better without the clothing article.




The royal quirked his eyebrow at the odd Saiyan sniffing his clothes and cleared his throat, embarrassed at the other's lack of concern over nudity. He heard a seagull nearby squawking  loudly, which was not unusual. What was unusual was the look of puzzlement on the castaway's face before he put on the shirt and covered himself as much as he could; he was a few sizes bigger than the short prince.




A bark from his companion brought the flame haired Saiyan back to the here and now. "I do hope you were not scared of Chinchin, he is quite harmless unless he smells ill intent towards me." Vegeta turned to pet his companion, and when he turned back, he saw the shipwrecked Saiyan staring longingly at him.




"You look strangely familiar. Have we, by any chance, ever met?"




Goku quickly nodded with a big smile on his face, wanting to tell the prince of his dreams everything he'd gone through since the ship explosion.




"We have?" Vegeta asked with sudden enthusiasm. "You are the one! The one who rescued me from death. State your name!"




Without thinking, Goku said his name only for no sound to come out. A look of realization crossed his face; this was going to be a lot more difficult than what the disguised Mer-Saiyan thought. He now saw how well the Sea Witch had played all of them. Even Toma had been changed into a seagull to keep him from helping.




"What is the matter?" Vegeta asked when he saw the other Saiyan lower his head and smell of despair and sadness.




Goku touched his chest and tried speaking again. The silence remained unbroken.




"You… Cannot speak?"




The younger Saiyan shook his head slowly at the Prince's question.




"I see. I mistook you for someone else who had an angelic voice."




Chinchin barked angrily at his master, also unable to communicate that this was the one the royal was obsessed with. He pawed Vegeta's leg and kept whining.




That gave Goku an idea. If he couldn't use his voice, then he would use his body to interact with his dream prince and tell him through gestures that he had saved Vegeta and sung to him. Unfortunately, Goku wasn't very good at charades.




Vegeta watched in confusion as the castaway gesticulated with his hands and arms and tail, all movements not making any sense and making the lost Saiyan seem like he was having a conniption. 




"What is it? Are you hurt?" The brown tailed Saiyan tried using yes or no questions to try and understand what the other was doing. "You need help?!"




At a distance, Goku's comrades were staring, open mouthed, at the other's inability to use his new body, cringing when the young former fin-folk tried mimicking just how much thoughts of the Prince had kept him up at night.




"You… Need to get laid?" Vegeta scrunched his face up, and a blush appeared on his face.




Unexpectedly, Goku lost his balance as he waved his arms in an 'erase everything' manner and fell from the rock atop the confused monarch, and they tumbled to the ground. The pekiro barked happily and interpreted this new position as an invitation to mount them again.




"GET OFF, YOU STUPID ANIMAL!" Vegeta screamed at his companion. 




Goku tensed and tried lifting himself from the Prince with a sad expression, his scent changing to one of misery.




"I- Apologies. I meant my pekiro. Not you." Vegeta winced at the misunderstanding.




There was a sudden yelp from the canine, and Chinchin's heavy weight was lifted from them. Goku flinched when he felt scurrying up his shirt and a small bundle settle in his front pocket. He discreetly looked inside to see a crab and smiled at Raditz for helping them with the large animal.




Once Vegeta sat up, he gave his companion one of his best glares and violently pointed towards the castle. Chinchin lowered his ears and guiltily trotted back home.




"I have never had to apologize so much in one cycle… That animal will be the death of me." The royal mumbled, got up, swept sand off himself, and helped the shipwrecked Saiyan to his feet, noticing how wobbly the other was.




"I gather you have no place to stay." After the odd Saiyan shook his head, the Prince added, "As unconventional as this is, I find your presence intriguing. I would like you to stay in my castle until you are able to gather your bearings." 




The Prince ushered the other to follow him, but when the taller Saiyan gave a few steps and fell flat on his face (consequently almost cracking Raditz's entire shell), Vegeta sighed and picked him up, carrying him bridal style towards his abode. 




"I do know what you need." Vegeta commented when a fishy smell reached his nose. "You need a bath."




Goku smiled sweetly at the handsome Saiyan and allowed himself to be carried to wherever the Prince would take him, the sun setting in the horizon as the Mer-Saiyan's worries and troubles melted away.


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The pekiro hc belongs to my friend YaminoTenshi202.