Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

“Don’t leave,” Gohan mumbled when he felt the bed shift. He yawned as his eyes fluttered open. Through blurry eyes, he found Tapion’s hand and reached for it.

“I promised you,” Tapion said softly as he reached for his pants, refusing to look over his shoulder and towards Gohan. He knew he would not see Trunks again today but he did not want to linger and end up not wanting to leave.

Gohan instead of grasping for Tapion’s hand grabbed a fist full of the sheet. “I don’t care anymore if you bring him home or not,” his voice was empty, hopeless. “Ten years without either of you,” a tear slid down his cheek.

The emptiness in Gohan’s voice twisted Tapion’s insides. “I’m close Gohan,” he said regretfully. Though he came to share this news with Gohan, he really did not want to. He did not want to get his lovers hopes up.

“Close?” Gohan letting go of the sheet, sat up.

“I stumbled onto him by accident in one of my trips to the future. On a whim and a prayer, I came back to this time-period. Sure enough, he is here and on the same path.” Finally, he looked over his shoulder and at Gohan. His smile was full of sorrow.

“If he is alive why hasn’t he come home?” Gohan wore his expressions on his sleeve. There was no hiding just how hurt and dumbfounded he was at this particular moment. “I don’t understand,” he growled out of frustration.

Tapion wanting to look anywhere but at Gohan looked up at the ceiling- so much for having a good time with repercussions. “I learned a lot by coming back to this point in time,” he sighed. “And, none of it good. He doesn’t remember and honestly I think it is too late.”

“If you’ve found him them why haven’t you brought him home? We can make him remember!” Gohan completely missed the part about it being too late. He put his hand on Tapion’s shoulder. “You promised me- everyone-”

“It’s too late Gohan,” Tapion said again. He did not know when his mind had changed or why it had changed but it had. “I want to go back further in time. But, I don’t know what damage it will do.”

“Too late? Damage?” If Gohan had learned anything over the years it was that just about anything could be undone, redone, fixed, etc. He sighed heavily, not understanding at all why Tapion was speaking in riddles.

“He’s got a girl,” Tapion said simply. “What if there are kids involved? Do we completely erase them from all time lines for our selfishness? Do we destroy the current balance of happiness involving all parties for our selfishness? Everyone has made peace but us.” The more he spoke, the more he thought. He was realizing just how little thought he had put into this.

Gohan looked away. He wanted to be selfish and say ‘he was ours first’ but he knew what it was like to be a family man. He sighed heavily. “Just stay Tapion. We can think on this together. The burden is too much for one person to shoulder.”

“No matter the choice we make it won’t be easy,” Tapion dropped the pants back onto the floor and scooted back into bed. He wondered only briefly, why Gohan had not asked where Trunks was at before snuggling up to Gohan.

—-

Pan sat a bag of groceries on the counter. She let out a relieved sigh; it had been a very heavy bag. Who knew three women could eat so much. Then again, they all had father’s who were monsters when it came to eating, one would think that they could almost eat the table if given the chance. She hummed softly and started to put things away.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” Bra snickered as she watched Pan practically dance around the kitchen while she put the groceries away. She was not use to her friend being so light on her feet, give her a wrench and shove her under a car and that was her friend.

Pan spun around and stuck her tongue out. “Well hello too you to silly,” she giggled. “Tapion’s back and you know what that means.” She grabbed the loaf of bread and stuffed it into the breadbox. She slapped her hands together in a ‘I’m done’ fashion.

“Your dad gets laid? And, at least one person gets to be happy in a semi normal relationship…” Bra scoffed and rolled her eyes. She really could care less about Tapion and his return. If Tapion had brought Trunks with him then she would care. Nevertheless, until then it was a no go.

“I think my dad deserves to be happy for a change,” Pan grinned and hopped up onto the counter to have a sit.

“What do you mean by that? My dad and me don’t deserve to be happy?” Bra could not help the tears that trickled down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand and sniffled. “You’re so mean Pan!”

“Oh come on he’s got no one to make him happy anymore,” Pan looked out the window and sighed. “All he’s got is me and well I am his daughter and most certainly not relationship material. You and your dad at least have someone.”

“Who do I have?” Bra asked through gritted teeth. “Have you forgotten why I am here in the first place?” She clenched her fists, it taking everything in her no to slap the total shit out of Pan. Talk about opening up a shallow, unhealed wound.

Pan hopped down from the counter and walked behind Bra. “You have me,” she whispered, her lips just inches from the others ear. She pushed her friend against the counter and nuzzled her face into her neck.

“We shouldn’t,” Bra struggled for a moment. Her resolve just about gone was the wind was knocked from her, and her back met with the cold counter. Heaven help us, they were in the kitchen and it would take a prayer and half to not be caught by having Marron walk in on them or anyone else for that matter.

—-

“Vegeta, dear, what is bothering you?” Bulma asked as she tinkered with one of her more recent gadgets. She was trying to not let it be known that his pacing back and forth was wearing out not only the floor but also her nerves.

Vegeta stopped in his tracks and glared at Buma. He felt almost guilty because her face held concern and his held nothing but hatred. Things had just about been strained to the point of falling apart since the loss of their son. The only thing that kept him with this woman was their daughter. If not for her, he would have been gone a long time ago. Sure, he cared, but not like that.

Bulma sighed and dropped the tool she was currently using and walked over to him. “I might not have brute strength you dumb ass but I’ve got brains,” she grumbled as she put her hands on her hips. All sighs of loving concern gone. She really hated when Vegeta got like this with her.

“Then use that brain of yours woman on that stupid toy and leave me the fuck alone,” Vegeta growled as he stormed off. There were currently only two things they shared; a home, and a daughter. If it were not for Bra, he would not give her the time of day. He would rather fuck a tree than fuck her. Truth be told it was fear. He did not want to get attached because then you felt loss; feeling that made you weak.

Bulma fought back the tears as she was left standing there alone.