The days had been calm and filled with idle pleasure after the defeat of Majin Buu. It was as if the other evil beings of the universe had caught wind of his demise and chose to stay away from Chikyuu-sei in self-preservation. This peaceful time was far from a hardship, however. At least, it was for most people. Goku and Vegeta were really the only two affected by the idleness of life. They turned to each other for new challenges and activities that alleviated their boredom and, as a result, grew close.
To a degree, they were best-friends. The two of them could spar all day without pause or sit for hours in silence watching the stars twinkle above. Words were never needed to express how they felt.
It was no surprise to either of them that they eventually fell in love.
Of course, this was beyond the understanding of majority of Goku's friends and family. They believed they still had good reason to hate the Saiya-jin prince who'd come to Chikyuu-sei to use their dragonballs for a selfish reason. Hatred clings like black tar long after the true reason fades from memory. It becomes habitual to hate and takes far too much energy to see things from another point of view. Goku eventually abandoned his crusade to change their minds about Vegeta and retreated to a nice home in Eastern Capital with his lover. They kept to themselves as much as possible, Goku fuming inwardly and Vegeta ignoring the problem's existence, until one day a peacemaker approached their abode to extend a humble apology -- and a very late housewarming gift.
Goku embraced his eldest son and invited him in for tea.
Now, eight years later, just about everyone had come around and realized that Vegeta wasn't as bad as they'd thought. He wasn't as good as Goku wanted them to believe -- that was something only the tall Saiya-jin was privileged enough to witness -- but neither was he the embodiment of evil.
Test Story by Goku Girl
Author's Notes:
An excerpt from Across Time, Chapter 1.
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