Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Lies, Shattering Truths ❯ What's a Goku? ( Chapter 10 )

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A/N: Sorry for not updating in a looooong time! I have been sooo busy irl and my muses seem to ignore this fic more than my others. You know, if it wasn't for college, I'd probably have 50 fics done already? Yippy, my junior year is almost done! Too bad it'll be another two years until I can move on and then it will only be into med school so I can be a psychiatrist. *glutton for punishment*

Here's a quick recap of the story so far: Vegeta remembers, Gohan translates, Bulma finds, Suki reunites, Tsuka discovers, Vegeta thinks, Truth reveals, and then what does Kakarrot have to do with this? One sentence to tell the whole story…then why has it taken me 10 chapters to get this far?? Ok on with the story.

"Woman, explain to me why you know of that third-class idiot, Kakarrot," Vegeta growled through clenched teeth.

"Oh, it's simple really," the elderly woman started. "The last message Retasu received from Vegeta-sei was that Freiza had grown suspicious of the messages being sent here. They were 'encrypted' text messages and Freiza assumed that King Vegeta was somehow trying to break away from him."
"It was in Latin wasn't it?" Gohan asked.

"Yes it was. I had learned it while I was in school and during his stay here, Vegeta picked it up," Suki smirked slightly. "He was a very fast learner…"
"Enough about the damn language," the Saiyan prince yelled while giving the boy death glares. "Kakarrot, what about him?"
"Watch your tone with me, mister. You're never too old for me to take you over my knee," Suki said with all seriousness. She watched with smugness as the others blinked and gaped at her. "As I was saying, Freiza ended up forcing Vegeta to choose someone to purge this planet. So without realizing it, that monster made the King choose his mate's and his son's executioner.

"He went through all the candidates to send and settled on the weakest third-class infant he could find. This Kakarrot would have been no match for Tsuka. We assumed that the child was launched but we never heard another thing about him. Retasu decided that the kid was so weak that he didn't survive the journey here."

Bulma and Gohan tried to stifle their laughter at the irony of the story. Tsuka, however could not see the humor in his mother's story. "What's so funny?"
"The idea of you fighting Kakarrot," Vegeta replied dryly.

"Tsuka could beat any third-class, Kissaki," Suki snapped like any other mother defending her son's ability.

"I highly doubt that," Vegeta mocked. "Maybe if he would have found that third-class back as an infant, he could have beaten him. Of course, if he would have, that would have eliminated the annoyance in my life."

Bulma just shook her head. "Right, Vegeta, if it wasn't for Goku, you'd still be working for Freiza and never would have met me."

"And that's a bad thing?" The proud prince mumbled under his breath.

"Wait a minute…you mean to say he lived? Did he make it to Earth?" Suki inquired a bit shocked. "And what about Freiza? Did you defeat him, Kissaki? Vegeta always said that a Saiyan would bring that vile changeling down. And who is Goku?"

Bulma stepped in to explain things to the former King's mate, "To answer your questions: Yes, he lived and stayed here on Earth. Freiza was first defeated by Goku on Namek and then killed by Trunks here on Earth."

"Wait…Trunks?" Tsuka and his mother's eyes focused on the child in the room.

Bulma bit her lip, trying to think of a way to explain things without going into too much unnecessary detail, "Not that Trunks, one who time traveled back from the future. I guess it was that Trunks…just older. I'll explain later, it's a really long story."

"Well, considering that you just gave answers to questions that I still have no idea what they mean, I have to ask the obvious one you missed. Who. Is. Goku?" Tsuka stated sarcastically. The name 'Freiza' meant nothing to him. He was very confused about the whole situation presented to him. He understood that the man before him was his twin brother, they were both half alien, they formerly had tails, and that they were fighters.

"Oh, Goku was Kakarrot," the teenaged boy explained cheerily. "When he got to Earth, he hit his head and forgot his mission to purge the planet. He was found, named Goku, and trained by a martial artist."

"Yeah the baka hit his head and thought he was a human," Vegeta sneered. "Laughable for a Saiyan."

"So you know him?" Suki asked. This was all very interesting to her; if there were other Saiyans alive she would like to meet them.

"Of course, he's my dad!" Gohan chirped. "And he and Bulma were best friends as kids."

"Really? You're a Saiyan?"

"Yes, well…half Saiyan," the boy corrected and then added, "just like Vegeta and Tsuka."

"Watch it kid. You are not like me," the prince warned.

"That is very ironic…I have a house full of Saiyans!" Suki giggled. She had never dreamed of seeing another Saiyan in her life and here her house was over run by them. Well by half Saiyans, that is. "I'd like to meet Goku or Kakarrot, whatever his name is."

"Yeah, I'd like to meet a full blooded Saiyan. I want to see if they all act like this jerk here that has my face," Tsuka cracked already trying to push his brother's buttons. All he received from the other man was a deep growl and a piercing glare.

"That would be kind of hard…" The blue haired woman replied quietly.

"Oh," the grandmotherly figure said. "Is he not on Earth right now?"

"You could say that…" Bulma continued still trying to find a way to explain everything as gently as she could.

"The baka is dead again," the prince broke in sounding very annoyed at his mate's reluctance. "We fought Cell and he died and did not want to be wished back by the dragon."

Suki was silent after the bluntness of Vegeta's revelation. She felt sorry for the young boy whom she had just discovered was the Saiyan's son. Her silence stretched on as she searched for something to say. She wished to give her condolences to Gohan for the loss of his father and also to Bulma for the loss of her friend but could not find the words. She also vaguely wondered why Kissaki felt such animosity towards his fellow Saiyan. Her other son seemed to find something to vocalized before she could.

"What do you mean 'fought Cell' and dead again?" The shorthaired, newly found, half-Saiyan inquired. "And what's with wishing on dragons?"

"You know, sometimes I forget that what we know isn't general knowledge," Bulma shook her head. "I guess I should explain about the dragonballs and how I came to know Goku."

The woman took her turn telling the tale occasionally eliciting help from Gohan when she did not remember exactly what happened. She gave a very condensed version of the original quest for the dragonballs, the invasion of the Saiyans, the trip to Namek, and the androids. She tried to leave out as many details as she could. The one thing that she really glossed over was just how evil Vegeta had seemed when they first met and all the bad things that he had done. She did not think it was her place to tell Suki of her son's misdeeds in his past.

The whole story only seemed to confuse Tsuka more. Just hours before he had never heard of real aliens before let alone ever thought that he would hear such a fantastic tale. He could hardly believe that other fighters could exist with such strength. If he would not have been shown his tail spot or seen the man before him that looked exactly like him, he would have thought that all of them were insane and delusional.

"How can people be so strong? People can't fly, they don't have wings. And ki blasts? I find that hard to believe."

"Oh, it's all true," Gohan reassured. "You could probably do all that with a little training."

"Oh, my Tsuka used to be able to do all that when he was little," the mother interrupted. "After Retasu died, he seemed to have no interest in fighting and began acting like a human boy."

Tsuka just turned and walked over to the window. He stood with his back to the group for a few long moments. Things were too overwhelming and he still did not like remembering the fire. He had pushed his memories of fighting and the old man to the back of his mind. She was right, he had tried to be human or what he thought at the time was normal. Retasu's training had made him different than the other children he knew. He could not relate to them but he could relate to Retasu. He had not only lost his teacher when the man died in the flaming barn but he had lost the only tie to who he really was. He just did not know it at the time. At the time, the only ones left that he could be friends with were human (not that he knew that he was not one) but he and they knew that he was somehow different. He tried to make himself like them and forget whom he really was. It seemed that it had worked for years but at this moment, he could no longer deny that he was different than those people. His difference had came back and gave him a kick in the pants to remember.