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  1. Vegeta had another brutal dream that night. He didn’t know why, but often after he’d had ONE nightmare, it would lead to a whole series of them, to the point that he would begin to dread falling asleep because he would know what was coming the instant he did. So, after he’d gone to bed that night, he awoke yet again on the uncomfortable, threadbare mattress in that stupid cell on Frieza’s stupid ship. The stupid collar was latched around his neck again too, of course. And he, stupidly, felt the weight of it, even though he knew he was once again locked inside of a dream. Not expecting it to work, Vegeta did at least try to pull forth his energy and shock his body awake. That was supposed to work, and usually it WOULD. Just, not if his dream contained any real memories of Frieza. If he dreamed of himself beating Frieza to death, he could force himself awake. If his traitorous brain decided to replay some of Frieza’s greatest hits for him, then he would be trapped. He was trapped now. He got out of the bed, wondering what Hell his mind was going to force him to relive tonight. He continued trying to get himself to wake up, but to no avail. So, instead, he just did his best not to allow any fear to seep into him. He knew this was fake, so feeling terror would be even more pathetic. It was there anyway. And it built up further when Frieza arrived. Just like he’d done the previous night, Vegeta focused on the chi he COULD feel, on how Bulma was right beside him— Not Frieza. It was with some trepidation that he did this, though. Apparently, this sort of thing could cause his sleeping body to latch on to whoever was next to him— Really tightly, considering Kakarot hadn’t been able to break free from his grasp. It would be less humiliating to cuddl— HOLD ON to Bulma than it was to do that to Kakarot, but Kakarot could withstand Vegeta clutching him like that. Bulma could be hurt if she was locked into the vice-grip of a Saiyan. Vegeta obviously didn’t have control over what his body did when he was asleep. If he DID, he certainly wouldn’t have ever, ugh, ‘attached himself’ to Kakarot… He hoped he didn’t repeat that behavior now, with someone who couldn’t endure his strength. The Dream-Frieza was smirking at him, and a shudder went down his spine. “You’re not fucking real,” Vegeta told him, trying to stand up straighter. He was NOT going to be intimidated by a figment of his imagination. “I’m not?” Frieza asked, grinning. “Well, let’s see about that…” *** Vegeta woke that morning, covered in sweat and tangled in the bedsheets. Despite feeling clammy all over, the presence of moisture between his legs immediately made him panic, which meant the incredibly urgent throb that ricocheted through his bladder a moment later actually brought with it a sense of relief. He definitely hadn’t urinated at all during the night. And, Bulma wasn’t in the bed with him, which meant he must not have grabbed her. Not even during the very worst moment of his dream, in which he’d relived one of the most grotesque, agonizing things Frieza had ever done to him; Slowly and methodically breaking each vertebrae in his tail. Again, he’d felt the phantom pains there, his now-nonexistent tail exploding with immense amounts of hurt. It baffled him that something in a dream could feel so real— Particularly when it happened to a body part he no longer possessed. Thankfully, the confusing sensation was gone. He no longer felt anything in his ‘tail’, apart from the usual tingling around where the base of it used to be, which always appeared whenever he thought about it for too long. He did still feel a terrible amount of pressure in his abdomen, though. He had to relieve his bladder before he did anything else. He went over to the restroom door and groaned when he saw the light shining from beneath it, realizing that the sound of running water hadn’t just been an imaginary thing brought on by his urge to go. He stood by the door, clasping his hands behind his back as he tensed his thighs. Even if no one was around to see him, he didn’t want to risk having his hands go between his legs. He didn’t NEED to do that, anyway. The only reason he was even entertaining the thought was because he was still so groggy, a bit less in control. A few minutes passed, and Vegeta stepped lightly in place. This was so irritating… Why couldn’t the woman take her morning showers in a DIFFERENT bathroom? She could easily wash herself in ANY of them, Vegeta could only pee in THIS one, and she KNEW perfectly well that he’d need to do that upon waking up. Of course, just like he did EVERY morning that Bulma got up first, Vegeta was aware that he could just knock on the door and ask her to hurry it up. He knew she WOULD, since he’d only speak up like that if it was an emergency. But, that was the thing, this WASN’T an emergency, and he didn’t want her to THINK otherwise. This wasn’t an emergency. Vegeta just had to pee really, really bad, could barely keep himself still, was being driven to the brink of insanity by the sound of running water, and was once again wishing that he had the nerve to let it flow into Bulma’s decorative vase. None of that meant he was having an emergency. He was fine. He could wait. ‘It only feels urgent because you’re still tired,’ Vegeta told himself. ‘You’ve slept like shit the last couple nights. Your muscles haven’t woken up yet. That’s all. You can endure this.’ But, Bulma was taking far longer in the shower than she usually did, and— Oh, fuck— Vegeta could not tolerate the sound of all that water spraying out. The splashing, the hissing… He crossed his legs and bounced slightly. Why did he have to be so easily manipulated by a damned noise? Just imagine if he had to fight someone and they discovered they could obliterate his ability to concentrate simply by finding a decent battleground with a waterfall… Hesitantly, he made himself knock. “Woman!” He snapped. “How long do you intend to stay in there?!” “A while, Vegeta…” Bulma said, grunting a bit. “I need more warm water on my back.” The statement was a bit confusing, but Vegeta didn’t have the patience to dwell on it. “Well, I need— Uh— I WANT to… Y—You know! I just woke up, and I’m a little—“ “I know, Vegeta…” Bulma’s voice was strained. “Just five more minutes, okay? Can you—“ “O—Of course I can!” Vegeta insisted, then he forced his legs apart for emphasis, even though he knew Bulma couldn’t see them. His bladder protested with a few sharper twinges. “Five minutes is— Is nothing for me!” He then immediately turned to watch the clock, lifting himself onto the tips of his toes as he leaned anxiously from side to side. He could handle five more minutes. His middle felt really stretched out and agitated, but he’d endured so much worse before. His back wasn’t hurting, that meant he wasn’t truly desperate. He was just super uncomfortable. And… And this was DELAYING him, yeah. That was it. That was why he felt so frantic. This was going to force him to start training several minutes later than he would have preferred. That was the only reason he was so eager for the clock to change. He wasn’t bursting. Not at all. A surging cramp forced him to cross his legs back together again, and they remained knotted like that until Bulma finally opened the door, prompting him to blush as he hurried to untie them. Vegeta kept a careful eye on the movement of his own feet as he entered the restroom. He did not want to just run in, he’d appear way too needy. And he definitely wasn’t needy! He shut the door, his hand hesitating over the lock. ‘It’s just Bulma. You don’t need it,’ he told himself, choosing to ignore it. Outside, Bulma smiled when she didn’t hear the lock being turned. He was loosening up, however slightly. But, he definitely still had a long way to go before he learned how to relax and stay calm. Her aching back could attest to that. ‘We’re going to need to have a talk after you’re finished in there, Vegeta,’ she almost called out to him. She stopped herself just in time; Speaking to Vegeta was a surefire way to prevent him from urinating, especially if she said something that could make him worry. It took a while before she head him start to pee, a bit longer than it typically took him in the morning. But, she sort of had a feeling that she knew what had caused the delay. Vegeta had obviously been having a difficult time last night. He’d woken her up multiple times. First just by whimpering, and she’d tried nudging him awake, thinking that his choice to always drink so much before bed was causing a problem once more. But, he hadn’t woken up no matter how hard she’d shoved him. She’d fallen back asleep, only to be jarred awake again when Vegeta started to thrash. That was a normal occurrence, since he usually dreamed of fighting, but he’d still been whimpering, his expression pinched. So, she had to assume that he was having a nightmare. Just as before, she’d tried to shake him awake to no avail. The FINAL time he’d woken her up, it was by latching onto her. And not in the gentle (for him) way that he sometimes did in his sleep. No, he had his arms wrapped around her so tight that she could hardly breathe, and he kept squeezing her against himself hard enough to make her spine pop. She’d tried harder than ever to wake him up then, but that was impossible considering that she could barely move to start with. She’d even tried just shouting at him to rouse him, and that failed as well. The knowledge that Vegeta was clinging to her like that because he was scared was almost as painful to her as the stabbing feelings in her back. What could he have been dreaming about that was so frightening? He did, at last, let go of her eventually, but she was STILL sore. She couldn’t even stand up all the way without her back protesting, forcing her to hunch slightly. This wasn’t something that she wanted experience a second time. Vegeta came back out of the restroom after several minutes, looking… As relaxed as it was possible for him to look. Which was to say he was still visibly tense, but he could at least keep his legs uncrossed and his shaking had died off. No wonder he had such awful nightmares, they were probably stress induced. Vegeta started for the bedroom doorway, and Bulma stopped him. It was time for Vegeta to rest. “Hold on,” Bulma said. “We need to talk about last night.” Vegeta straightened up, pasting on a confused expression. Oh, come on, had that dream caused him to make some humiliating, frightened noises? “What about it?” “How often do you have bad dreams like that?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bulma. I’m not a child, a dream can’t scare me.” Bulma sighed, she’d known this wouldn’t be easy. “I’m not saying you are. But, last night you grabbed me so tight it’s a wonder you didn’t snap my back in half.” Vegeta felt all the blood drain from his face, coldly moving through his chest and down towards his toes. “I… I did?” “Yes,” Bulma said. “I didn’t intend to do that,” Vegeta said. “Sometimes, my body does as it pleases when I’m asle—“ “I know that,” Bulma interrupted. “And, I’m more worried about you than I am angry at you.” “What’s there to worry abou—“ “You were also whimpering, shaking and sweating,” Bulma explained. “Whatever you were dreaming about seemed to be really… Upsetting for you.” She tried to avoid using any words related to fear. Vegeta would never admit anything had terrified him, especially something imaginary. “How often does that happen? I know this isn’t the first time, I’ve seen you trembling in your sleep before.” “Not often,” Vegeta insisted. “I just… Go through spells…” “Spells…? What do you mean?” “Once I have one… Uh… Unpleasant dream, I’ll typically have several more in the nights that follow. Usually it will stop once I keep myself awake for a couple days, then I’ll be so tired that I won’t have any dreams at all, and that seems to just reset it.” Right. Of course he dealt with this in the worst way possible. There had been multiple nights over the years where Bulma had gone to bed while Vegeta had still been in his gravity room. She’d always assumed he’d come lay down himself in a couple hours, and when she’d find him training again the next morning, she’d just think he’d gotten an early start. Now, she wasn’t so sure. It sounded much more likely that he hadn’t gone to bed at ALL those nights, intending to exhaust himself until he passed out into a dreamless sleep. She wasn’t going to let him do that to himself this time. “Do you mind telling me what happens in these dreams?” Vegeta folded his arms, refusing to meet her eyes. He’d told Kakarot… “They are memories of my time with Frieza, I won’t elaborate further than that.” Bulma didn’t need him to. “I see… Are you aware that you’re dreaming?” “I am,” Vegeta nodded. “I always know that I’m not supposed to be there. I just can’t wake myself up. The most irritating part is that I can still FEEL everything. The physical sensations all come back.” “And, every time you start having nightmares, you just force yourself to stay awake?” “It’s the only thing that works. And you don’t want me… Accidentally grabbing you like that again, do you?” “I don’t,” Bulma agreed. “But, surely there’s a better way to deal with this than—“ “It’s what works,” Vegeta said. “I’m handling it.” ‘You’re not, though…’ Bulma thought. “I wouldn’t be surprised if your nightmares are connected to feeling stressed.” Vegeta scoffed. “I’m not stressed.” “When’s the last time you took a day off from training?” “I JUST went on that trip with you and Kakarot, I couldn’t train at all then!” “You and Goku immediately went off to fight each other as soon as we got back,” Bulma pointed out. “And, you spent the entirety of that trip feeling, uh, pretty ‘tense’. You definitely didn’t get any relaxation in. That DOESN’T count as a break.” “I don’t need a break.” “You do,” Bulma said. “You need to relax, do something that calms you down.” “Training DOES calm me down!” “AND something that doesn’t put any strain on your body,” Bulma qualified. “You could pick up a hobby.” “My hobby is training.” “ANOTHER hobby, then. Goku has several. He likes fishing and exploring—“ “Fishing?” Vegeta repeated. “You think I have the patience for THAT?” “It’s meant to be slow and calming,” Bulma said. “Listen, Vegeta. I don’t want you to spend all day training, I want you to relax, and see if that helps you with your nightmares at all.” Vegeta looked at her, perplexed. As if she’d just handed him a Rubik’s cube with only two sides and ordered him to solve it. “I— How do I even—“ “I’m gonna go talk to Goku, I have some ideas of what the two of you can do today.” This was such bullshit… Yeah, maybe Vegeta had discovered that Kakarot had a small soothing effect on him, but he didn’t think the fool would be able to get him to truly… ‘relax’. Not enough to kill his nightmares— IF relaxation was even a suitable cure for those. He’d much prefer to just spend all night in his gravity chamber, using up all of his energy until he at last lost consciousness. At least he KNEW that worked, and it didn’t require any outside help. It was something he could do entirely on his own. Of course, Bulma wouldn’t understand that. She’d say some nonsense about how it was illogical, and that Vegeta shouldn’t WANT to subject himself to sleep deprivation torture when he could at least give other options a TRY. So, an irritating day of Kakarot trying to make him ‘relax’ was just inevitable. He sat down on the bed as Bulma went out in the hall. Vegeta tried to listen out to Bulma’s phone conversation with Kakarot. It sounded like Kakarot was a bit busy now, which gave Vegeta SOME hope that he’d get to handle this his OWN way. But, Bulma returned and said Kakarot should be by in two hours or so. “So, if you WANT to train a tiny bit today, you can.” That improved his mood somewhat, and he hurried to the gravity chamber, determined to spend as much time there as he could get away with. After two hours had passed, Kakarot still hadn’t shown up. Vegeta was not surprised, Kakarot had never been on time to anything in his life. A fact which he supposed was quite ridiculous considering the idiot knew how to teleport. Not that he was complaining. His bladder was complaining, though. Not much, just very slightly. Since he knew Bulma was already concerned about him today, he’d been taking water breaks the whole time he’d been in here. Let her see that he WAS actually trying to take care of himself. But, the consequence was that he DID need to go to the restroom now. It was far from urgent, but enough to distract him. Enough to make him wonder if he ought to relieve himself now. ‘No, don’t waste any of your time,’ he told himself. Besides, Kakarot should be here soon. What if the idiot decided to finally appear while Vegeta was going? He’d promised he’d do his best to avoid that, but Vegeta was still a little on edge after the last time. He’d hold on until Kakarot was here. That wouldn’t be too difficult. He reminded himself that the pressure in his bladder likely felt worse than it actually was because the gravity machine was turned on. Of course the liquid in him was heavier. Kakarot appeared in front of him a few minutes later. “Hey, Vegeta!” He greeted happily. “I—Woah!” Kakarot dropped to his knees. “Ooof!” Vegeta covered his mouth as laughter escaped him— Laughter that had his bladder throbbing. “Hahaha, what’s the matter Kakarot? Can you not handle a little extra weight?” Kakarot grunted and got back to his feet again. “No! It just surprised me is all! I wasn’t expecting that! I didn’t think you were in here!” “Where else would I be?” Vegeta asked. He went over to the controls and switched the machine off. Immediately, he felt so much lighter and the pressure lifted off his bladder as well. He’d KNOWN it wasn’t such a big deal! “What do you want?” Time to find out exactly how painful this was going to be. “Bulma says she wants me to teach you how to fish today,” Kakarot said. “And, after that, she wants me to do this thing to you that’s supposed to make you feel better.” Vegeta quirked a brow. “What ‘thing’, Kakarot?” “Um… I forgot what she called it,” Kakarot shrugged. “But, we’re gonna go fishing first, so just be patient.” Vegeta really wasn’t sure how he felt about Kakarot ‘doing a thing to him’, particularly when he had no idea what it even WAS. Kakarot reached for Vegeta, then pulled his hand back. “Oh, hold on. You are… ‘ready’ to leave, right?” Dammit… Stupid Kakarot… Checking on him… WAS Vegeta ready? He knew his bladder wasn’t empty, but with the gravity machine switched off, he didn’t feel much need to go. It was barely there. And, usually, if he tried to go when he had so little in his bladder, he would be unsuccessful. Especially if someone was waiting on him. ‘YOU do NOT leave the house without pissing first,’ Vegeta mentally scolded himself. ‘You already know how that turns out!’ But, at the same time… He was going to be with Kakarot, if it DID start to get bad, he’d have an easy way out. There was no reason to be concerned. No reason for him to go and try to squeeze out whatever tiny puddle existed in his bladder at the moment. “Yes, Kakarot. Let’s get this over with.” Kakarot nodded, and a second later they had appeared in Gohan’s room. Gohan wasn’t phased at all by the spontaneous entrance, and Vegeta wondered how he had gotten used to it so quickly. Kakarot’s teleportation could STILL make HIM jump sometimes. “Hey guys,” Gohan said. “Gonna do some training?” “Not today,” Kakarot smiled. “Vegeta and me are actually gonna go fishing. You wanna come?” “Oh, sure!” Gohan said. “Is the fishing stuff still in Grandpa’s old place?” “It is,” Kakarot nodded. And, Vegeta felt even FURTHER from ‘relaxation’ than he had just moments before. He knew the place Gohan was talking about, the small hut near Kakarot’s home. He’d only been inside of it once, and no one knew about that. Kakarot was not even ALLOWED to know about that. The three left and headed towards the hut. Once there, Vegeta needed to pretend that he was seeing this place for the first time in his life. He had to pretend that he was surprised Kakarot had grown up in such a tiny, little hut— That such a small space could house a young Saiyan. He had to pretend that he didn’t recognize all of the dusty items inside, that he’d never touched any of them. If Kakarot was able to tell that Vegeta had been here before then, he felt certain, he would somehow know what Vegeta had DONE here. It had been years since Vegeta had last been inside this place, but little about it had changed. Not much of it had been disturbed. It still only contained a very small table, a vase, and a thin red curtain. Behind that curtain, Vegeta knew, was a worn, threadbare bed. A worn, threadbare bed where he’d once… Where he’d once lost control of himself in one of the worst possible ways. It had been two months after the Cell Games, and Vegeta had just… Not been feeling ‘right’. He hadn’t for a very long time. He’d initially thought he was sick. His stomach ached all the time, the inside of his chest felt like it was crumbling. And, where he normally had a seemingly endless well of energy, he was suddenly tired all of the time. Not even a normal kind of tired, either. He wasn’t groggy, like he got when he didn’t get enough sleep. He wasn’t exhausted, like he got when he trained for too long. It was just like all of his energy had disappeared, and nothing was there to replace it. It was an unfamiliar, hollow feeling, and it confused him. He wanted to train every day, just like he’d done before, but suddenly he was having a very difficult time doing that. Before the Cell Game, he’d get right out of bed as soon as he was awake, and he’d be in the gravity room just half an hour later. But, after… After, the mere act of pulling himself out of the bed was a challenge. He’d wake up, realize he still felt ‘wrong’, and want to just roll over and go BACK to sleep, just so that the feeling would go away. He’d WANT to train, but instead he’d just lay there and THINK about doing it, feeling more pathetic and frustrated with himself as he just COULDN’T manage to get up. He couldn’t understand it. His legs weren’t broken— Nothing of his was broken. There was no reason that standing up and starting his day should have been so hard. Bulma would LET him keep laying there too, which was also weird. She didn’t call him lazy or tease him, or yell at him to help her with baby Trunks, or… Anything. She didn’t demand to know why he was suddenly struggling to do things he loved, why the gravity chamber was barely being used anymore. She just allowed him to stay in bed, doing nothing. He almost wished she WOULD shout at him to get up. Some mornings, he laid there motionless for a couple hours after waking. He’d only finally get himself up when his bladder got too irritating. In those initial months after the Cell Games, his Problem had once again been at its worst. Even when he knew he was totally alone and no one had any idea he was trying to pee, it would take ages for him to let go. He couldn’t understand that, either. It was like everything about his body was becoming more sluggish, more disobedient, and weaker. Then there was the way the backs of his eyes would be overwhelmed by a scalding, burning sensation at random points throughout the day. The other confusing aches he’d been dealing with would be more prominent whenever that happened, too. Vegeta thought he must have been terribly sick, and he didn’t understand why Bulma wasn’t bringing that up to him. In the past, when he’d been sick, she’d fussed over him needlessly. But, not this time. Not now, when Vegeta thought whatever ailment he had was actually going to kill him. It had to be lethal, right? It was so bad that he could barely get through each day, and it was going on for so long with no end in sight. His symptoms kept getting WORSE, not better. But, Bulma wasn’t taking his temperature, she wasn’t forcing him to swallow disgusting tasting medicine, she wasn’t trying to convince him to see a medical professional. No, instead she was just leaving him to his own devices, letting him lay around as the empty feeling inside of him somehow manifested into the heaviest thing he’d ever carried. When she talked to him, for some reason she’d always bring up Kakarot. She’d keep telling Vegeta about how Kakarot had described Other World, and what Kakarot must have been doing there, as if Vegeta could be bothered to CARE about that when his body was clearly falling apart on him for no reason. It was the pain in his chest that concerned him the most, and eventually made him break down and TELL Bulma that he seemed to be terminally ill. “Do we still have any of that medicine, woman?” He demanded one day. “That idiot must have given me his stupid heart virus. I’ve felt like total shit for two damned months now.” Bulma just stared at him silently, and he didn’t know how to feel about that. He’d thought that, upon telling her that he was suffering from a fatal disease— One that had been enough to kill Kakarot in another timeline— she would start to freak out. He’d thought that she would be beside him right away, giving him annoying hugs and feeling his forehead, whispering panicked promises that he was going to be okay. He would have shaken her off of him and yelled at her to cut it out, thoroughly irritated by it all, But after she’d taken care of him so many times, it felt like something was wrong when she didn’t fly into action this time. “Oh…” Bulma said after a moment. “You… Uh… You think that’s what’s been bothering you?” “It’s the only thing I can think of!” Vegeta said. “Everything hurts and I can’t do anything— That’s pretty much what happened to HIM, isn’t it?” “Um…” Bulma trailed off. “Vegeta… Er, I’m not so sure if—“ “Do we have any more of the medicine?!” Vegeta demanded. “If a fucking VIRUS ends up being the thing to kill me, I am NOT going to be happy.” Bulma kept staring back at him. Then, she got an odd look in her eyes, and nodded; “Yes, Vegeta. I think so. If there’s any left over, it would be in that little hut near Goku’s house. You know what I’m talking about, right?” Vegeta could remember seeing that hut a few times. He knew where it was. “Yes,” he said. “Do you think you can fly there and check for yourself?” This confused Vegeta. He was SICK. Normally, Bulma didn’t even let him out in the yard when he was sick… But, Vegeta realized he hadn’t left the house at ALL in the last two months. He’d never been indoors for such an extended period of time before… Maybe going outside would make him feel a little better? Vegeta was surprised that he was able to fly, considering that he knew the virus must have been eating away inside of him. Flight was still manageable. It was still as easy as walking. The only difference now was that the feeling of the wind on his body felt strange and foreign, since he hadn’t experienced it in so long. He found the hut Bulma had mentioned, and he stepped inside of it, and— It smelled like Kakarot. Some of Kakarot’s old clothing was inside, as the small building was apparently now being used for storage. Would it have killed Chi-Chi to wash it all first, so that Kakarot’s scent would be out of it? Or, maybe she had, and the Saiyan sense of smell was just too strong. Vegeta felt worse now. All of his symptoms were becoming more overwhelming by the second. He felt so heavy. His stomach was in knots and he thought he was going to throw up, but then he remembered he hadn’t been able to eat much the last few days, his appetite disappearing the sicker he got. His chest somehow felt both hollow and congested at once. And, his eyes… Oh, his eyes were burning so bad. Must… Must have been all the dust in here, it was irritating his eyes, making him… Making him… His body was stupidly trying to find Kakarot’s chi, something primal inside of him was insisting that Kakarot HAD to be here. But, Kakarot wasn’t here. Kakarot wasn’t fucking HERE, and he wasn’t going to come back, and Vegeta was never going to fight him, or argue with him, or yell at him, or… Or, ANYTHING ever again. Burning… Stinging… Empty… He was going to throw up what little food he’d been able to force down. He could feel it, something was building up in the back of his throat. He leaned down and opened his mouth, but what came out wasn’t a stream of vomit, it was a strangled, agonized, choking, breathy noise that he didn’t think he’d ever made before. And then he was crying. He was sobbing, really. He was bawling his fucking eyes out because he just… He MISSED Kakarot. He missed Kakarot. He really, really missed Kakarot. But, he SHOULDN’T have! He shouldn’t have missed that moron! He should have been GLAD the fool was dead! He should have been GLAD that Kakarot couldn’t annoy him anymore. He should have been GLAD that, with the idiot out of the picture and Gohan no longer fighting, HE was now the strongest. He wasn’t, though. He was the strongest, and that meant NOTHING to him. He missed Kakarot, and he couldn’t stop crying, even as he begged and pleaded with himself to. ‘A warrior does NOT cry,’ he scolded himself. ‘YOU don’t cry. Especially not over THAT clown.’ He tore back the curtain beside him, seeing a bed hidden behind it. He collapsed onto the bed and faced the wall, unable to make the tears stop. ‘Cut it OUT,’ he thought. ‘What the fuck is the MATTER with you?!’ He hadn’t cried over the death of his parents or the loss of his planet, he’d reacted to that with rage, destroying everything around him, like he was SUPPOSED to. And back then he’d been a five year old! If he didn’t sob and moan as a literal child, then it was utterly RIDICULOUS that he’d do it now as an adult. What he SHOULD do, if he had to feel ANYTHING over Kakarot’s death, was stomp outside and blow something to bits. He should just blast everything he saw until he wore himself out and was too tired to feel anymore. He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to yell and scream and destroy. He didn’t want to get out of this bed. He wanted to… He wanted to cry. He actually WANTED to fucking cry, because for some reason it actually felt GOOD to do so, as confusing as that was. Crying had NEVER felt good to him before, but this time it was the only thing that had made him feel CLOSE to okay in months. So, he’d just laid there, letting it happen, because no one was around to see it. No one had to know that this had happened. The hut couldn’t tell anyone. This could be his secret; That he, Vegeta, had missed Kakarot so badly that it had caused him to cry even harder than baby Trunks did. He eventually ran out of tears, but he didn’t get up right away. He was surprised that a lot of his symptoms seemed to be gone. His chest and stomach no longer ached, his eyes didn’t burn. He even felt less of that confusingly heavy emptiness. Maybe he hadn’t caught the heart virus after all? He didn’t budge until he heard a voice. “Huh, how’d the door get open…?” Kakarot’s little spawn… Vegeta quickly got out of the bed. “I was just… Looking for something in here. C—Couldn’t find it, so I’ll be leaving.” Gohan looked up at him. “Vegeta? Why’s your face all red?” “It’s not. Get out of my way.” Gohan started to, but paused. “Um… You really miss my dad, don’t you?” “Sh—Shut up. Of course I don’t,” Vegeta snapped, stomping past him. After that, Vegeta stopped feeling so sick all the time. Waking up wasn’t such an insurmountable ordeal. He could train again. Every so often, whatever illness that had inflicted him for those two months would start to take hold once more, but he never completely collapsed on himself like that again. More recently, it had stopped completely. Now, Vegeta stood in the hut with Kakarot and Gohan, wary that there was some invisible ‘sign’ nearby that would tell them all about how Vegeta had cried in here. Vegeta swore he could still smell his own tears. “It’s so cramped in here!” Vegeta complained when he realized that he had stepped closer to Kakarot for some inexplicable reason. “How did you not go insane growing up in a place like this?!” “I DID spend most of my time outside,” Kakarot reminded. “I mostly only came in here to sleep or get out of the rain.” Gohan pulled back the curtain, hiding the bed on which Vegeta had… Lost it. Now, instead of being empty, some fishing rods were laying on it, along with a container. Gohan grabbed it all, oblivious to how antsy the sight of that bed was making Vegeta feel. Speaking of feeling antsy, Vegeta’s bladder was making itself known to him again. A dull, aching thrum was now ricocheting against its walls, no longer quite as easy to ignore. And, it was then that Vegeta realized he was actually in a bit of trouble, and his decision to let Kakarot bring him here without using the restroom first had been a little too hasty. Yes, he was still with Kakarot. And, yes, Kakarot could assist him if the urge turned into a solid need outside of his control. But, to get Kakarot’s help, Vegeta would have to say something to him, and when he’d made the choice to leave the house without urinating, he’d been under the impression that he and Kakarot would be spending the day alone, meaning it would be easy for Vegeta to request what he needed. He had not expected Kakarot’s son to tag along. He still had not informed Gohan of his Problem, and he would prefer to keep him from finding out. He would get curious if Vegeta suddenly had Kakarot take him home, or if Kakarot accompanied him into the woods. And, since Gohan had received all of the brain cells Kakarot had somehow been born without, Vegeta feared that if he thought about it for long enough, he’d be able to figure out what was troubling him all on his own. Vegeta was going to have to be extra careful today. That unfortunately meant that he couldn’t ask Kakarot for help like he’d been planning on, and he also had to keep himself from squirming, should it come to that. He could not allow Gohan to wonder about him. He tensed his thighs and followed the others back out of the hut. “I hope you enjoy this,” Kakarot said to him. “It IS really relaxing, I promise.” Right, the goal today was for Vegeta to relax. And instead, he was stressing out over his building urge to pee, and trying to make a plan for how he was going to hide it. He wasn’t off to the best start. But, he still didn’t even have to go that much. Certainly not enough that he needed to squirm around, and he knew he would make it much worse for himself if he continued to think about it. His urge would worsen so much faster if he remained focused on it. He needed to let it fade into the background, then he’d hardly feel it anymore. When they reached the area of the lake where Kakarot usually fished, Vegeta was provided with a distraction from his bladder. Gohan set down the rods and the container, and now Vegeta could see what was inside of it; a whole bunch of writhing worms. Revolting. Why did they have to constantly move like that? Twisting and coiling and… Ugh… Why the Hell did Kakarot keep a container of those things around? What purpose did they serve? They reminded him of something from his recurring nightmares; the thick, long appendage that Frieza had loved to wrap around his neck and strangle him with. Frieza’s tail was an enormous worm, it had even had a slimy film coating it. Vegeta could so clearly remember what it had felt like to be whipped by that thing. It had stung, and Frieza always hit the same spot repeatedly, waiting until the pain seemed to be dying down just so he could strike there again. Those worms were the same shade of pink, perfectly matching the appearance of Frieza’s tail in his first form. Vegeta could hardly stand to look at them, and an embarrassing shudder went up his back as he turned away. The shaking rocked his bladder, and his thighs went tense for a moment. He sat down at the edge of the lake, thinking that might help, but it only compressed his midsection and worsened the spasms. Kakarot sat beside him, grabbing the container of worms. Vegeta tried his best not to react. One of them poked out from the top of the container, it moved slightly, curling itself, then flicking. Frieza’s tail had lashed at him just like that during his dream last night. ‘It’s not the same thing, knock this off,’ Vegeta thought. ‘It’s just a disgusting, little creature.’ Gohan was beside Kakarot now, and he noticed the slight, flinching grimace on Vegeta’s face. He wasn’t sure what that was about. Sure, worms were kind of gross looking, but considering how Vegeta used to enjoy running around covered in blood it was a weird thing for him to be so squeamish over. “Okay,” Kakarot said. “Have you ever fished before?” “Not very many times,” Vegeta said. “And, I’ve only ever done it with my tail.” As he explained this, he again felt that phantom sensation where his tail was SUPPOSED to be, recalling how it had felt any time it had gotten wet, the way the fur would stick together. “Really?” Kakarot grinned. “I used to do that, too! It was so fun, right?” Vegeta shrugged. “Not really.” Kakarot sighed. “Oh, c’mon, Vegeta!” He chided. “Wasn’t it at least a little—“ “It was just something I had to do,” Vegeta said. “Frieza would still send me out on missions when I was starving, so if I found a spot with fish, I’d have to do what I could to feed myself.” “Oh, yeah, okay. I can’t fight when I’m hungry, either.” It was Vegeta’s turn to sigh. Kakarot didn’t seem to get it… Did he even WANT Kakarot to get it, though? All of these things were so prominent in his mind today, as they usually were whenever his nightmares reappeared. Now that he thought about it, cloying hunger was a frequent feature in his dreams— Regardless of how much he’d actually eaten before going to sleep. “What’s the matter?” Kakarot asked. Vegeta groaned. Why did a part of him actually want to say this? It was none of Kakarot’s concern, and it was over with now. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t have mattered. “When I say I was ‘starving’, I dont mean I was a little hungry, or that I’d missed a meal. I mean that I was starving.” “Huh?” “Frieza withheld food as a punishment,” Vegeta said, bluntly. Like it was no big deal. “For long stretches of time.” “How lo—“ “Several days, sometimes a week.” “A—And he’d make you go out and fight anyway?!” Kakarot sounded needlessly upset about this. Vegeta wasn’t even that upset— Not really. It was in the past. All of it was. That was why the nightmares pissed him off so much— They should have stopped once Frieza was dead. Gohan was looking at him with concern as well. “Are you alright? Malnourishment can cause some lasting probl—“ “It caused nothing,” Vegeta insisted. His chest twinged with irritation, and he had the sudden urge to sit up straighter, to add to his height as much as he could. His bladder protested the stretching in his torso, reminding him that it was still filling up, the sound of the lake was not helping him at all. “What are you implying?” Gohan started to say “Nothing!” At the same instant his father decided to ask; “Oh, Vegeta, is that why you’re so much shorter than me? ‘Cause you didn’t get enough to eat?” “Dad…” Gohan groaned. “O—Of course not! And I’m n—not THAT short. And anyway, it doesn’t even matter. Height is meaningless when you can fly.” Goku winced. He was supposed to be helping Vegeta relax, and thus far he’d only reminded him of an unpleasant time in his life and pissed him off. “Well… Um… Fishing should be more fun for you now, Vegeta. I promise. Do you know how to use a fishing pole?” “I was just about to ask you what the point of those is,” Vegeta said. “Would it not be simpler to just chi blast the lake a few times and see what floats to the surface?” “Uh… Well, that wouldn’t be as relaxing,” Goku said. “Remember? We’re trying to stay nice and calm today.” “How do you even catch a fish with those things?” “With bait,” Goku shrugged. “Bait…” “Yeah, you know,” Goku held up the container of worms again. “Bait.” Vegeta looked down into the container of… Of… squirming, wriggly, plump little… Frieza-tail-looking… Ugggh… Didn’t fish eat anything else? “You want me to show you how to—“ Kakarot stopped. “O—Oh, um… I can do it for you, if you want…” “You’d better!” Vegeta said. “The worms are too afraid of me, they’d never let me pick them up! Look at them, they’re shaking!” Goku simply nodded. “Um… Yeah… That’s gotta be it.” Gohan watched this exchange curiously. The worms weren’t writhing any more than they usually did, but Vegeta was trembling a lot himself. Was he actually scared of a few worms? Gohan almost laughed at the idea, and barely managed to contain it. Vegeta was already in a volatile mood (as Gohan probably should have expected), it would be a bad idea to upset him any further. Even after Goku had stabbed the worm to the hook, Vegeta still seemed to be shaking, his position shifting a few times, as it didn’t look like he could find a comfortable way to sit down. Now, in addition to being creeped out by the worms, Vegeta also looked like he kind of had to… Yeah, he probably did, if Gohan’s theory about him having Paruresis was true. And, the lake wasn’t still, the water was making noise. Gohan had seen Vegeta get VERY obviously anxious whenever the sound of running water was present. After discovering that Vegeta likely had difficulty relieving himself, his behavior around water had begun to fascinate Gohan in a weird sort of way. That noise sometimes bothered Gohan’s bladder as well, but only if he’d already been needing to pee quite badly to start out with. But, for Vegeta, that sound seemed to really flip some kind of a switch in him. Since he’d started to pay attention, he’d noticed Vegeta rapidly start to lose his cool any time he could hear water. He’d go from barely moving at all to fidgeting around far faster than he typically would— Far faster than he would be comfortable with. Indeed, Vegeta was being affected by the flowing water right in front of him. Since he refused to watch as Kakarot handled the worms, he instead was stuck looking at the lake, much too aware of how similar that noise was to what he wanted to do. He just WANTED to, he reminded himself. He WANTED to be able to say; “Kakarot, you’d better take me home now. For… Reasons,” or “I’m going back behind those trees now, and if you let anyone near me, I’m gonna kill you.” He wanted to demand a bit of assistance from Kakarot, just to keep this from getting too much worse. But, he couldn’t. Kakarot’s spawn would figure it out if he had enough clues; Vegeta couldn’t give him any— WOULDN’T give him any. He realized he’d been shuffling his position around a little too often. It was time to go still, pretend he’d merely been working out a cramp. And, technically, that would be true. His bladder really was cramping with little surges of his building need. Moving around had calmed it down— That was what he was telling himself anyway. “Okay,” Kakarot said. “The rods are ready to go.” Vegeta was also ready to g— No. No he wasn’t. He was just fine. This was merely a minor irritation, if he tensed his thighs together that kept it mostly at bay. Kakarot demonstrated how to cast out the line, “Just like this, Vegeta.” “I knew that!” Vegeta snapped, casting his lure out into the water. It splashed, and his bladder shuddered, his knees rubbed. He really neede— WANTED to be at home right now. He should just focus on… On this. He had to put all his attention towards the task at hand; Catching more fish than Kakarot. THAT was to become his only goal here. NOT anything involving his bladder. He just needed to outdo Kakarot, and if he only thought about that, his desire to urinate should stop feeling so bothersome. A problem quickly arose, however. Much like ‘relaxation’, ‘patience’ was not a technique Vegeta had ever mastered. Just as he’d told Bulma that morning, he did NOT have the patience necessary for this activity. Add on a rapidly worsening need for the bathroom, and Vegeta’s usually short temper was wearing out rapidly. Every time he sensed a fish, he would pull back much too fast and scare it away. Kakarot and Gohan, meanwhile, had managed to catch several. ‘Of course. One more thing he has to beat me at…’ Vegeta thought, agitated as Kakarot reeled in a fish that had to be the size of a small car. The water splashed again as the fish flopped out of it, and once the creature was laying in the grass, Vegeta could see the moisture rolling down it in tiny trails. He adjusted himself so that he was sitting on top of one of his feet, trying to wriggle subtly against it, and hopeful that— if his actions WERE noticed— Gohan would assume he was trying to scratch at an embarrassing itch. Anything was better than him figuring out the truth. Gohan looked from the enormous fish his dad had captured and over to Vegeta. The older Saiyan was clearly becoming more and more irritated as time wore on. Dad kept saying Vegeta was supposed to relax today, and it was blatantly obvious that he wasn’t. Gohan saw him press his foot against himself and knew what he was doing. Vegeta’s need must have been getting pretty bad. What Gohan couldn’t figure out was why Vegeta was choosing to suffer. Gohan had been able to work out that his father knew about Vegeta’s issue, and was doing… Something to help manage it. He’d even SEEN Vegeta whisper to Dad before the two of them abruptly took off a few times, so it wasn’t that he was still too ashamed to tell Dad when he was having trouble. He… Probably didn’t want to budge until he’d caught at least one fish, though. Gohan knew Vegeta well enough to be certain of that. He and Dad had caught a couple already, so Vegeta needed to do it too. He wouldn’t be upstaged, even if NONE of them had said anything about this being a contest. That had to be it, Vegeta was in competition-mode now, and he would force his bladder to wait until this was over. Gohan thought that was quite ridiculous, considering how desperate Vegeta seemed to be, but telling Vegeta ‘You know, this would probably be a lot easier for you to concentrate on if you used the bathroom’ wouldn’t end well. Vegeta leaned forwards and backwards against his foot, trying to lessen his need. The blaring throbs in his abdomen would certainly be SO much more manageable if everything around him wasn’t constantly reminding him of how full he was. The rushing water, the splashing, the liquid dripping off the fish once they were pulled out… All of it was a brutal torment to his bladder. And, then he couldn’t think of anything else. There were trees right behind him, and if he just weren’t so… So much… Like himself… Then, he’d be dousing them with a flood of his own ‘water’ right now. And, the fish— Those lucky bastards! One fish couldn’t tell when another was pissing in the water— He doubted a fish was even aware of when its bladder was emptying! Fish could piss constantly, never needing to hold it, and— Fuck, he was getting jealous of fish. And, THESE fish, specifically. THESE fish, most of which were probably going to be in Kakarot’s stomach by the end of the day. He should NOT envy anything edible that lived near Kakarot. He DID have a bit of an idea now, though. Maybe there was a way he could believably fall in the water ‘accidentally’, and release himself that way. He tried not to gag at the thought, since he would TECHNICALLY be voiding into his clothes if he did that. And, it would be deliberate. But, the water would wash it away, no one would have any idea that he’d done such a thing. No, no. That plan was idiotic. He didn’t know if he could fall into the water without it looking deliberate, and it would be even stranger if he just stayed in there for the several minutes it would take for his bladder to empty— Not even factoring in the time required for him to START going in the first place. Hell, there was only a slight chance that he’d even be capable of starting his stream. Gohan and Kakarot would both have their eyes on him, checking to make sure he was okay, it just— It wouldn’t work. It was a stupid idea. Vegeta just had to pee so badly that he couldn’t think of any better ones. Yes, he COULD whisper to Kakarot, hope that the clown came up with an explanation for Gohan that wouldn’t reveal anything. But… What if it DID? And, what if Gohan found Vegeta’s situation interesting for some ridiculous reason? He didn’t want to be the subject of a research project! He had to stop thinking about this. His knees and ankles were knocking and rubbing together now, he could feel his back and shoulders twitching. His middle felt like it was stretching, his skin burning from the pressure. He needed to stop thinking about urinating… Had to focus on… On catching at least ONE damned fish while he was out here, on showing Kakarot he was capable of THAT much. Goku had been watching Vegeta for a while now, observing him as he got more and more tetchy. For a bit, he’d thought his friend needed to pee, but he became much less certain of that as time wore on and he didn’t whisper any sort of ‘commands’ to him— Or even just grab Goku’s shoulder and give him a quick, pleading look. Goku couldn’t think of any reason that Vegeta would try to deny his needs from him out here. It wasn’t like they were in a crowd, or somewhere more public. They were just by Goku’s house, and Vegeta had always been comfortable bringing it up here in the past, which made Goku intensely happy for some reason. So, Goku knew Vegeta’s fidgeting must have been for some other reason. More likely, he was angered that he hadn’t caught anything yet. It was obvious why he hadn’t; Vegeta was STILL so tense, his twitching, shuddering and muttering were all scaring the fish off. He needed to calm down— That was the whole reason they were doing this to begin with! “Vegeta?” Goku asked. Vegeta jumped, seeming to snap out of something. “Y—Yes?” He demanded, his knee bouncing a little faster. “Try and take some deep breaths, okay?” Goku suggested. “Your hands are shaking, you gotta keep ‘em steady.” “I know that!” Vegeta snapped. “Sh—Shut up!” He tried to do as Kakarot said and inhale deeply. His eyes grew wide as the unbearable, wicked pressure in his bladder throbbed even more severely. His skin yanked itself taut over his surging middle. It hurt so much that he couldn’t bring himself to exhale, fearing how much pain THAT would bring. So, he held the breath for a moment, before feeling a strange ‘snap’ somewhere in his abdomen, followed by his opening burning— Just like it did right before he started to— He quickly released the breath in a gasp, tensing his thighs to prevent any leakage. “Um… That was… How about you try breathing it out a little slower next time?” Kakarot said. “Like thi—“ “I don’t need you to teach me how to breathe, idiot!” Vegeta exclaimed. “I’ve been doing it on my own my whole life!” “I know, but… Okay, hold on,” Kakarot said. “Listen, when I was a kid and learning how to fish without my tail, this guy taught me how to focus better on being calm and patient. This should work for you, too! Close your eyes!” “How am I supposed to catch anything if I can’t even see what I’m—“ “Close your eyes,” Kakarot repeated. Vegeta groaned, but did as Kakarot said. “Okay, good. Now, the next thing he told me was… You have to remain perfectly still and concentrate on the sound of the running water, soon you will feel its rhythm. The water sets the pace for the fish. Once you can feel its rhythm, you will be one with the fish. Don’t rush it, relieve yourself of all—“ “Dammit, Kakarot!” Vegeta yelled. “You HAVE to be doing this on purpose!” “… Doing WHAT on purpose?” Kakarot asked. “N—Nothing, shut up,” Vegeta said. “I’m… Tired of this.” “Oh, come on,” Kakarot said. “You haven’t even given it much of a chance yet. Just, breathe like I told you to.” Vegeta was not going to do that again. It had sent his bladder into hysterics, and then he’d almost… He’d almost spilled, right there. With absolutely NO warning. He couldn’t risk it. He had to— He was going to— A small spark fizzed forth from one of his fingertips. He hadn’t felt THAT coming, either… Kakarot noticed it, of course. He frowned. “Vegeta… This isn’t relaxing for you at ALL, is it?” Vegeta shook his head. This was more like torture than anything resembling ‘relaxation’. His lower stomach ached tremendously, and he was constantly being subjected to water sounds. He hated it! “Vegeta,” Gohan said, glancing down at Vegeta’s knotted legs for a second. “Is there… Is there something bothering you?” Vegeta’s face flamed. He was noticing… He was noticing it, and he was getting curious, and… Ugh, no! He’d figure it out. He’d figure out that Vegeta needed to relieve himself, and obviously the ONLY explanation for why he wouldn’t do it was because he COULDN’T. No, no, no— Had to— Had to distract him somehow, had to— “Y—Yes!” Vegeta said, as loudly as he could muster, and reddening further as his voice broke. “This method of capturing fish is much too slow! You would starve before you had enough for a decent meal!” He held a palm out over the water, and the tiny crackles of energy began to build. Vegeta was about to explode, one way or another, and THIS route was the one he preferred. Kakarot’s eyes widened. “W—Wait, hold on a seco—“ Vegeta unleashed a blast, forming a crater in the lake. Water burst upwards, and his bladder sloshed with it, punishing him for not QUITE thinking this move through and forcing himself to endure even louder splashes as liquid and fish started to plummet back down. Gohan groaned as large fish slapped against the ground. Beside him, his father chewed on his lip. Vegeta, however, forced a grin that ended up looking more like a pained grimace. “THERE,” he said. “Now that I have bested you and retrieved the most fish, can we call it a day?” “Vegeta… You were supposed to relax,” Goku said, dismayed that he had completely failed at the task Bulma had given him. Sure, there was still some time left in the day, but now that Vegeta had blown up a lake, he doubted he’d be successful in turning this around. Vegeta stood back up, buckling at the knees as roaring waves of pressure pounded at his exit. “Wh—What’s the problem, Kakarot? Disappointed that I’ve defeated y—“ “Vegeta, uh…” Goku was looking at his posture now, his trembling, the way he couldn’t quite manage to stand up all the way. Well, he could get Vegeta at least a LITTLE relaxed if he took care of this, anyway. “Er… Do you, maybe, wanna go and… Uh… Look around the woods for… For some stuff to season the fish with?” “Dad, I think we have plenty of that stuff at home,” Gohan said. “And, we should probably get back there soon, I’m sure Mom heard… THAT, and is getting worried.” Goku nervously looked back at Vegeta, before his gaze flicked to his son. “Oh, but it tastes better if it’s all fresh. You go back and tell Chi-Chi that Vegeta just got a little carried away, and we’ll get some herbs or something.” A look of understanding passed over Gohan’s face. “Ohhh, I see. Yeah, I’ll—“ “What?!” Vegeta blurted out before he could stop himself. “Wh—What do you see? You didn’t see anyth—“ “Vegeta,” Kakarot held out his hands in what was probably meant to be a calming gesture, but it had no effect on Vegeta. “It’s nothing,” Gohan insisted. “I didn’t mean anything— I just—“ “You’d BETTER not have!” Vegeta growled out. But, now his mind wouldn’t stop buzzing, almost as loudly as his bladder. He needed to know… It would eat away at him until he knew for sure. What had he done today that was so obvious? What had given him away? “Did you?” “Uh…” Gohan looked away. “I was… I guess I’ll just… Ask. Vegeta, do you, um… Have… I’m not sure how to put this…” Goku was starting to sweat too. Of course, Gohan had figured it out… He was too observant not to realize SOMETHING was going on with Vegeta. “Vegeta do you… Have some privacy issues?” Gohan settled on at last. He knew… Some-fucking-how, he just knew… Vegeta gritted his teeth and tried to straighten out, but he could no longer part his legs very far without experiencing the threatening tremble of his bladder on the verge of collapse. “I— I don’t know what you’re referring to!” “I mean… You know, when you have to pee, do you need—“ “I don’t need anything— Ever. That’s ridiculous.” “It’s nothing to be ashamed of!” Gohan said, wishing he’d just stayed quiet. Vegeta was glaring at him harder than he had in ages. “Lots of people have—“ “How?!” Vegeta demanded. Gohan was confused. “Huh?” “How did you find out?! What did I do?! Who told you?!” “I— I just figured it out!” Gohan stammered. “And, I didn’t even mean to do that! I was just thinking one day about how I’ve never seen you go, and—“ “O—One day?!” Vegeta repeated. “So, you have known of this for some time?!” “Y—Yeah, I think it was a few weeks before Buu showed up, I—“ “YOU’VE KNOWN FOR THAT LONG?!” “Vegeta, come on,” Goku said. “It’s not good for you to get worked up right now…” He wasn’t sure how he could have failed more spectacularly at his mission today. ‘Hey, Goku! How about you help Vegeta rest and calm himself today?’ ‘Oh, sure… I’ll remind him of some mean stuff Frieza did. And after that, I’ll get him around worms even though I KNOW he’s real scared of them. Oh, and THEN I won’t realize that he’s gotta pee super bad until he’s blown up a lake. Next I’ll have him find out that my son’s known about one of his secrets for almost a whole year now!’ The ONLY way Goku could redeem himself at this point was to get Vegeta to some privacy NOW. “Come over here, let’s get to your house,” he said. “It’s alright… Gohan’s not making fun of you or anything, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” “I— I—“ Vegeta struggled. He was scorching hot with humiliation, but his bladder burned worse than anything. He wanted to yell at Gohan, scold him for… For ‘investigating’ Vegeta’s situation, for figuring it out… But, he needed to resolve his CURRENT crisis NOW. He went to Kakarot, and allowed the fool to take him home. Bulma jumped only slightly when they appeared— Seemed she was getting more used to it. She ought to have been, considering how shamefully often Vegeta had to do this. She glanced them both over, and seemed disappointed when she spotted how frazzled Vegeta looked. It was abundantly clear that he had NOT ‘relaxed’. He could deal with that later, for now he HAD to get to his room. Each step punished him his entire way there, aching pinches moving up from his heels, all through his legs, and gouging into his bladder. ‘YOU do NOT leave the house without pissing first— YOU DO NOT. EVER AGAIN!’ What the fuck had he been THINKING earlier?! Had Kakarot’s idiocy rubbed off on him?! ‘Never again— Don’t you EVER do that again!’ He commanded himself, finally reaching his room. His hands grasped between his legs as he shut the door, and he allowed himself a few seconds of badly needed squeezing before he frantically got his clothing apart. ‘Never EVER again…’ He dashed into the bathroom and aimed, an audible whimper spilling from his lips when his stream did not immediately pour forth like he wanted it to. ‘Kakarot’s eldest brat figured it out— Who’s to say others haven’t done the same?’ Vegeta thought. ‘No, Gohan is the only one intelligent enough— No one else knows. Just the people who you’ve told— Just them. No one else.’ But, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d been obvious somehow, everyone knew that he couldn’t piss, they just didn’t SAY anything out of fear of his retaliation. He couldn’t go— It hurt, and he couldn’t go— The closest he’d gotten to letting this out was earlier, when Kakarot had tried to get him to breathe. He did that now, he took in an extremely painful, deep inhale of air. Pain ricocheted all through him, his back beginning to cramp up as well now. His eyes watered, and just like before, he couldn’t quite bring himself to exhale. That same peculiar snapping sensation came a moment later, and this time he did not immediately clench when his opening started to sting, he pushed into it, and managed to start urinating at last. This time, when he exhaled, it was with a satisfied sigh that got him blushing. That felt so much better, the awful strain inside of him began slowly ebbing away, the nearest he’d come to feeling ‘relaxed’ in a while. *** “So, fishing didn’t work out?” Bulma gathered. “He… Uh… He blew up the lake,” Goku admitted. “I think I picked the wrong thing… But, I’m really not sure WHAT the right thing is. Only time I ever see him calm is when he’s… Uh… Doing… What he’s hopefully doing right now.” “There’s still the second thing I wanted you to try today,” Bulma reminded. “It might work out a LITTLE better… If you can get him to agree to it. I’d do it myself, but there’s no way in Hell I’m strong enough for it.” Goku nodded. “I’ll do my best,” he said. *** Vegeta exited the restroom after a few minutes. He felt somewhat better now that his entire midsection wasn’t alight in pain. He was still furious that someone had figured out his Problem on their own, though. How dare— Kakarot had figured it out by himself… And, that had… Ultimately been a GOOD thing, as much as Vegeta was loathe to admit that. Vegeta would have NEVER admitted it to Kakarot on his own, especially not back then. If Kakarot hadn’t worked it out, no one would have been assisting Vegeta, and he would have had a much more difficult time. It was also unlikely he would have ever told anyone ELSE if it weren’t for how easily Kakarot accepted it— How Kakarot seemed to just instinctively know what would make this easier for Vegeta. And, Kakarot was right— Gohan hadn’t been making fun of him. Gohan had known for a while, and he hadn’t even brought it up. This… Wasn’t the end of the world… Vegeta jolted as Kakarot came into the bedroom unannounced. “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” “I thought you would have sensed me coming,” Kakarot said. “Now, listen. Like I said, there’s this other thing Bulma wanted me to try doing for you today.” Vegeta groaned, “No more running water.” “Don’t worry, there won’t be any,” Kakarot said. “Fine… So, what is it?” “Um… It’s… I forgot what it’s called, just lay down on the bed, alright?” Vegeta glared, breath hitching “Excuse me?!” “I think this works best if you’re in bed,” Kakarot said. “Face-down.” “Kakarot— WHAT?!” “Bulma said you need this,” Kakarot explained. “I thought it sounded weird at first too, but she really thinks it’s a good idea!” Vegeta twitched, “B—Bulma wants— Why would she— She isn’t even here to watch, so why—“ “I mean, I asked if she wanted to watch,” Kakarot shrugged. “But, she said it might be easiest if we have privacy.” “Kakarot— No,” Vegeta said. “I am not doing this with the likes of you. I have no idea why Bulma would SUGGEST it.” “She just wants you to try it,” Kakarot said. “If you don’t like it, we can stop.” “I already KNOW I won’t like it,” Vegeta said. “You’re YOU— And why is it that I’M the one that needs to lay down like that? IF I ever actually agreed to this, YOU would be in that position, NOT me.” Kakarot was confused, “Um… I mean, I guess I might like you giving me some shoulder rubs, or whatever. But, YOU’RE the one that needs all this help relaxing…” “… This is about giving me a massage?” “Yeah, ‘massage’! That’s the word!” Kakarot said. “What did you think this was about?” “… Nothing, it’s not important,” Vegeta said. “I’m not letting you massage me, either. If Bulma thinks I need one of those, then SHE can do it.” “I told her you’d probably like that better,” Kakarot agreed. “But, then she said that you gotta be kinda strong to massage somebody, and she doesn’t think she can work all those knots out of your muscles.” “I don’t have any ‘knots’, Kakarot.” “You do… I could feel ‘em that time we swapped bodies,” Kakarot said. “They’re super tight and sore. Bulma says if I rub them enough they’ll start going away, and then you’ll be able to relax.” “No.” “Let’s just try,” Kakarot said. “It would make Bulma happy— And if you don’t like it, I’ll stop.” Vegeta grumbled as he laid down. If Bulma wanted this… “Alright…” Kakarot said. “Now… Um… I remember over here felt REALLY tense…” He put a hand onto Vegeta’s lower back and started to rub, pressing down forcefully. “Ah— Hey—“ Vegeta flinched. Kakarot was touching him, and not to punch him. It felt strange. It felt foreign. It felt— Something changed. A persistent ache that Vegeta had long ago stopped noticing was suddenly gone. His back felt… Loose. And, not in a weak, loss of strength way. In a good way. He actually thought if he threw a punch right now, it would deal more damage than usual. “Wha— What did you do?!” “I’m just rubbing your back, like Bulma said to,” Kakarot said. “Does it hurt?” “Of course not! How dare you imply—“ 

“I wasn’t. Do you want me to stop?” Vegeta considered it. As much as he detested the idea of Kakarot putting his hands all over him like that, he wondered if he had more of those little aches. Aches that had long ago faded into the background until Vegeta thought they were just part of being alive. His back felt stronger now, more flexible and free of tension. He felt like he’d gotten a boost without even having to train. Could that happen everywhere else? “Keep going, I guess…” So, Goku did. He could kind of FEEL some of the knots in Vegeta’s back when he ran his hands over them, and he could feel them fading when he kneaded them. Vegeta was actually starting to relax! Goku was winning! He wondered why Vegeta needed someone to basically physically FORCE him to do that when Goku could do it all on his own without thinking about it. Oh well. Maybe after this, Vegeta would be able to relax by himself a little easier. He moved up to Vegeta’s shoulders, starting with his left one, and— Wow, that was a HUGE knot… Goku could remember how much Vegeta’s shoulders ached when they’d swapped bodies, but since he hadn’t been able to reach this spot, he hadn’t known it was THIS bad. Vegeta flinched initially, in a little bit of pain. “I’ll stop,” Goku said. “I don’t need you to stop, it doesn’t hurt!” Vegeta insisted. So, Goku kept going, smoothing his hand over Vegeta’s shoulder, pressing down, imagining he was ironing out the lump. Now that he thought about it, he’d seen Vegeta kind of grabbing and holding this arm a lot any time he fought. Vegeta used that arm to block, so Goku had never been too concerned by it. Maybe he should have been. Even after a full minute of rubbing, Vegeta’s shoulder still felt so taut. Goku stroked the spot in a circular motion, slowing down but increasing the pressure, and— “Ahhhhh…” Vegeta moaned, entirely involuntarily. He’d had NO idea that that noise was about to come out of his mouth, and he wished he could take it back. It had just happened! He hadn’t been able to stop it— That had felt so… So… How had Kakarot managed to transport him to Heaven for a second there? That arm had been filled with sharp pins and burning needles for what must have been decades by now. And then, all at once, it had gone so loose and free and the consistent ache he’d learned to just work around had been lifted away. It was like magic. Kakarot’s hands were fucking magic, and— No. No they weren’t. Vegeta still didn’t like this. Yes, it had made him feel… A LITTLE better, maybe. But that didn’t mean he liked it. He was still merely putting up with this. It was a stupid thing he needed to endure because the woman thought it was good for him, that was all. His arm felt so good right now, though… But, so what? He’d lived with that pain for most of his life, so it wasn’t like he’d NEEDED this! Goku was startled by Vegeta’s exclamation and held back the urge to say anything. No way had Vegeta made that sound on purpose, it would be better to just ignore it. He moved on to Vegeta’s other shoulder, it was knotted up as well, but not as badly as his left one. And, he didn’t get quite as much of a reaction once he’d started working on it. Vegeta sighed a bit through his nose, but nothing more. “You feeling any better?” “… Shut up, Kakarot…” “Guess that’s a yes?” Vegeta stayed silent. “Is it okay if I do your legs?” “… Just watch where you put your hands, don’t go too high up.” Goku was a little confused. “Um… What would be too high up?” “Just— Just… Stop at the knees, alright? If you touch my ass, I’m gonna kill you.” “Yeah, okay,” Goku said, moving down to rub Vegeta’s legs. They felt tense beneath Goku’s touch as well— But still nothing compared to his left shoulder. He made sure to stop when he reached Vegeta’s knees, and that seemed to help his friend relax a little easier. He noticed after a bit that Vegeta had fallen asleep, which surprised him. Especially because Vegeta was staying STILL as he rested. Almost every time he’d seen Vegeta sleep before, he’d been flailing around, likely dreaming about fighting. Goku knew he did that too sometimes, but not nearly as often. This time, Vegeta wasn’t moving at all. He was really DEEP asleep, probably resting better than he had in ages. It didn’t look like he was having any nightmares. “Heh… Hey, I did it!” Goku said happily to himself. “I’ve got ya all nice and calm!” Once Goku thought he’d gotten rid of all the knots, he left the bedroom and found Bulma again. “Did he actually let you do it?” Bulma asked. “Yeah,” Goku said. “Took a bit, but he finally said it was okay.” “Good,” Bulma said, relieved. “Do you think it helped?” “I think so,” Goku nodded. “I could feel the tense parts, and they all went loose.” “Did he say he felt better?” Goku shook his head. “Yeah, I guess he wouldn’t tell you…” “Well, I doubt he’d say anything, but he kinda fell asleep and I didn’t wake him back up again.” “He fell asleep?” Bulma repeated. That was a REALLY good sign, it definitely meant he’d relaxed and calmed down. “Was he… Thrashing or whimpering, or… Anything?” “Nope,” Goku said. “He’s sound asleep and looks really comfy.” “Wow,” Bulma said. “You must have done a great job.” *** Vegeta woke up blearily. He couldn’t believe he’d let Kakarot do all of that to him, and he’d even fallen asleep during it somehow! He felt weird, but not in a bad way. Something was missing, his back felt… light, and when he sat up his shoulder and neck muscles didn’t pull like he’d become accustomed to. His left arm felt so much better that it amazed him— He hadn’t known he could get so comfortable. Everything was loose, and flexible, and he felt like he could take out Frieza in a single punch. He… Also felt like he could fill a swimming pool with his piss, though. He was bursting, and shocked he’d filled up so much so quickly. Thankfully, he was alone in his bedroom— The best place for him to be having an emergency. He got out of bed and went to the restroom. He stood in front of the toilet, aimed, and prepared for a long, uncomfortable wait as he worked to calm himself down enough. But, he actually started to pee the second he told himself to. It startled him so much that he lost control of his aim for a second. That had never happened before— Even when he was alone and as comfortable as possible, it always took him a bit to get going. It had never been instantaneous. Maybe all the loose feelings in his back and shoulders had loosened something else up a little too. He hoped this feeling remained. This was what it meant to be ‘relaxed’, wasn’t it? That had to be it. He’d seldom felt it before, and certainly not this intensely. Only ever in short, sporadic bursts that were gone as quickly as they appeared. But, he knew that today he’d finally done it, he’d actually relaxed. And… He’d needed Kakarot to basically do it FOR him… He hoped he was able to keep the tension out of his body on his own. Now that Kakarot had gotten him STARTED, he wanted to be able to to keep it up by himself. He didn’t want this to be just one more thing that Kakarot had sort out for him. This very personal nemesis should be one that he defeated himself— This was one foe that only HE could destroy. At least, now that he knew what ‘relaxed’ actually felt like, he thought he’d have an easier time getting there.
  2. To Goku’s immense surprise, Vegeta did not force him to sleep on the floor for the rest of the night. He had expected to be relegated to the ground, his friend too embarrassed after everything that had happened to be so close to him. But, instead of ordering Goku onto the floor, Vegeta stood awkwardly by the bed and didn’t seem like he WANTED to lay down until Goku had done it first. Once they were both in bed, Goku saw that Vegeta was still a little shaken up. He curled up beneath the sheets, his back facing Goku, and Goku wanted to get closer to him, but he didn’t dare. He wanted to hold Vegeta’s hand and try to transfer more calming energy into him, but couldn’t do that, either. For the first time in a long while, Goku missed his tail. He’d been okay without it for years and, once he’d learned the truth about his transformations, he’d been GLAD that his tail was gone and could no longer cause harm. But, if he and Vegeta still had their tails, Goku thought he might be able to drape his over Vegeta’s for a very subtle bit of comfort which Vegeta wouldn’t take too much offense to. When Goku was little, if he had a bad dream, Grandpa would gently pet his tail until he fell back asleep. Vegeta shifted around in bed, struggling to get back to sleep. Goku knew he was dreading the possibility of reliving Frieza’s torture again, and Goku couldn’t sleep either. He thought about reminding Vegeta again that Frieza was dead and couldn’t hurt him like that again. He thought about telling him that he was much, MUCH stronger than Frieza now anyway. But, it sounded like the nightmares were just Vegeta’s memories replaying. In his memories, Frieza was alive and more powerful than him. Goku had figured out how to sort of control his dreams, though! Even the ones based on his memories, he could make DIFFERENT things happen if he wanted to. “Vegeta, I know how to tell when you’re dreaming. If you can’t sense everybody’s chi, that means—“ “I already know that, Kakarot…” Vegeta huffed out. “Be quiet, I’m trying to sleep.” “Okay… But, after you figure out you’re dreaming, you should be able to choose what happens, and—“ “That doesn’t always work,” Vegeta said. “I don’t know why. That whole time I was remembering what Frieza did to me, I was aware that I was sleeping. I just couldn’t do anything about it.” “Oh…” Goku said. HE could get himself out of a nightmare just by thinking hard enough about other things. But… He also hadn’t ever been tortured like what had happened to Vegeta. “And, it was JUST a dream,” Vegeta emphasized. “So, I’m FINE. Stop worrying about it. Besides, I always survived whatever he did to me— It actually impressed him.” “Huh?” “Yeah,” Vegeta said, sounding more sure of himself now. “After he was done, he’d tell me how proud he was of me for pulling through, how strong that made me.” “That’s confusing…” “It was,” Vegeta agreed. “But, he must have just been surprised. The first time I was in there, I was only six, and I bet I handled it better than the adults did!” Goku frowned. Vegeta had been only a year younger than Goten the first time… Goku pictured Frieza rendering Goten defenseless and then attacking him with everything he had. Goku frowned more. “He was shocked by how much I could take,” Vegeta said. “I must have the highest pain tolerance in the galaxy. Much higher than yours, I’m sure.” Vegeta’s ability to endure pain WAS really strong. Goku reacted more when he got hurt, he cried out, he doubled over. Vegeta was usually more stoic about it. He gritted his teeth and didn’t let it show until it was really bad. Just like how he was with his bladder… He put up with being full FAR longer than Goku could tolerate— Far longer than anyone should NEED to tolerate. Goku wasn’t sure if Vegeta should feel so proud of his pain tolerance… Yes, it was good that he could handle it when he needed to, but the more pride he took in his level of endurance, the less willing he’d be to step back before he did real damage. The less willing he’d be to accept help. The times Vegeta had admitted to Goku that something hurt, the affliction must have been blisteringly bad… Usually, when Vegeta confessed to Goku that he was in pain, he was talking about his bladder. Which probably meant that, every time Vegeta told Goku that his desperation was causing him agony, he was well PAST the point where he was damaging himself. “… Yeah,” Goku said. “Your pain tolerance is really good. I yell when I get hit way more than you do… But, you know that if you’re hurt, it’s okay to say so and maybe ask for help, right? I mean, even BEFORE it gets super bad.” “I don’t need to notify people any time I’m slightly uncomfortable. And I do NOT ask for help. If I desire something from another person, I will DEMAND it. Now, go to sleep!” Goku laid back down, but he was still worried. Vegeta obviously viewed ‘enduring torment’ as a requirement of himself. No wonder he pushed his body so hard… Vegeta kept turning from side to side in bed. He couldn’t sleep. When Goku glanced over, he still looked shaky. “Dammit…” Vegeta mumbled into his pillow. “Vegeta—“ “… The… The stupid staff at this hotel have cranked the AC up so high,” Vegeta said, voice still muffled as he refused to look at Goku. “I am much too cold to get any rest!” Goku paused. He didn’t think it was that cold… But, Vegeta WAS more sensitive to— Oh. He knew what Vegeta was trying to ask for— He wanted something that he could NEVER speak aloud. And, he must have wanted it very badly if he was allowing himself to even come THIS close to requesting it. Just this vague implication must have been tearing him up inside. “Yeah, you DO look cold,” Goku said. “Too bad they didn’t give us more blankets…” He pretended to think it over for a second. “I know you’re not gonna like this, but if it helps you warm up, you can get closer to me. I won’t mind.” Vegeta scoffed, but was already moving over to Goku. “Well. Fine. But ONLY because I’m freezing, and Bulma isn’t here to do it instead.” Goku put his arm around Vegeta, whom flinched before settling down and eventually falling back asleep. *** The next morning, Vegeta quickly separated himself from Goku. Neither acknowledged how close they had been. Goku couldn’t shake off the nervousness he felt. That weird breathing Vegeta had done last night, it had sounded like he was suffocating. HAD he been suffocating? Had Vegeta been in danger of dying? Why had that happened? How did Goku keep it from happening ever again? For what he thought was the first time in his entire life, Goku actually had trouble getting himself to pee that morning. He didn’t need to go that badly, he just wanted to make sure he was completely empty before Bulma’s speech in case it lasted a long time. Adding onto that, he was so worried about Vegeta randomly suffocating himself someday that it kept distracting him from the task of urinating. He ended up needing to turn the sink on, something he knew sometimes worked for Vegeta. He was even a little self-conscious about that. Was Vegeta wondering about what had suddenly gotten into him? Goku finished and came back out. If Vegeta had noticed anything, he didn’t say so. Goku felt silly for letting himself stress out about that, even if it was just for a second. As Vegeta headed into the restroom, Goku said; “I’ll go wait downstairs while you get yourself rea—“ “No,” Vegeta said quickly, his voice sharp. “I need to be able to focus on your—“ A blush started to build up on his face. He folded his arms. “Uh, I mean…” “You need to be able to focus on my energy, so that you don’t notice everyone else’s?” Goku guessed. “… Yes. That.” “Oh, okay. Hey, I could even power-up, that way you REALLY won’t be able to feel anything else!” “That won’t be necessary. Do NOT destroy the room, Kakarot.” Vegeta entered the restroom. He actually needed to go quite a bit; That wasn’t uncommon after a particularly lengthy bout of desperation, like the one he’d suffered through yesterday. His bladder was tired, his muscles didn’t WANT to stretch out like that again so soon, so they had become more sensitive, making his urge feel more pressing than it should have. With Kakarot’s energy to zero in on, Vegeta was unable to register anything else, and managed to relieve himself easily. He hated the idea that Kakarot’s presence had become so calming to him— The most irritating man in the universe somehow managed to soothe him! How was that even possible? It shouldn’t have been, yet obviously it was. Yesterday, when he’d tried to pee while Kakarot was downstairs, he had been utterly incapable of it. Now, with Kakarot near him, he only had to concentrate and try for a moment. And, last night… Vegeta had… Sort of… Kind of… Kakarot was warm. Bulma hadn’t been there. That was all. *** Bulma gave her speech in the hotel’s conference hall. During the beginning, she searched for Vegeta in the audience, and was immensely relieved when he appeared to be comfortable— Or, at least as ‘comfortable’ as Vegeta COULD look. He did seem a bit sleepy, however. His eyes kept drooping, and he yawned a lot. Bulma glared at him the first few times, offended that he would do that while she was speaking. But, when she noticed he was trying to cover his mouth and turn away from her view, she realized that he actually couldn’t help it. He was exhausted. Had some noisy hotel guests kept him awake last night, or something? Goku looked pretty tired, too… And, to Bulma’s surprise, he actually looked anxious in addition to that. His brows were furrowed, and he struggled to keep his eyes off of Vegeta as he worried at his lip. Bulma planned to ask him what was wrong after her speech but, of course, she hadn’t needed to say a word. As soon as Goku had a moment alone with her, he was blurting it out on his own. “Bulma!Vegeta started breathing really weird last night, and it looked like he was gonna suffocate, and I don’t know why! And, I got him to stop, but I’m worried it’ll happen again, and that he’ll—“ “—That was probably a panic attack,” Bulma interrupted, holding one hand up and urging Goku to slow down. She understood his concern. Goku probably hadn’t ever seen anyone have a panic attack before. So, to him, it must have looked like Vegeta was losing a fight against an invisible enemy that was trying to strangle him to death. “He gets those sometimes— Not often, but they happen.” “Oh…” Goku said. “What’s a panic attack?” “It’s related to his anxiety,” Bulma told him. “The attacks happen when it gets really intense. If he ever does that around you again, just try to help him steady his breathing… Hopefully he actually LETS you do that.” “I think I did that last night,” Goku said. “I gave him some of my energy ‘cause I thought it’d calm him down… But, he’s NOT suffocating, right?” “No,” Bulma said. “It might FEEL that way to him, though. So, calm him down like you did last night… Do you know what brought it on?” “Um…” Goku frowned. “I kinda promised Vegeta I wouldn’t tell… I wasn’t even supposed to mention the breathing stuff, and I know he’s gonna be mad about it.” “You only asked because you were worried about him, it’s alright. But, you probably shouldn’t use the words ‘panic attack’ around him. He’s still not ready to accept he gets them yet.” “Okay, yeah, he got SUPER embarrassed after all that stuff happened…” “He wasn’t… ‘shaky’ during my speech, so I guess that means ‘everything else’ has been okay?” “Yeah,” Goku said, but Bulma saw him rubbing the back of his head, something he usually only did when he was nervous or avoiding something. “It HAS been okay, right?” “Uh, he kinda waited a long time yesterday,” Goku said, trying to give as few details as possible. “But, it’s all good now.” “… Okay,” Bulma said. She wondered how long ‘a long time’ was, and hoped Vegeta hadn’t hurt himself because he was too stubborn to ask Goku for help until he was in severe agony. But, who was she kidding? Of course Vegeta had probably done that… “Well, we’re going to drive back soon. He probably won’t need you to remind him, but make SURE he’s ‘handled things’ before we leave.” “Yeah, don’t worry.” Bulma nodded, then narrowed her eyes. “And YOU’D better not walk out of here without going first, either. And absolutely NO gigantic sodas on our way back— We don’t want a repeat of yesterday.” “Eheh… Yeah, we don’t want that…” *** Goku didn’t need to remind Vegeta to pee before they left— Which was a relief, because Goku wasn’t entirely sure how he would phrase such a thing WITHOUT incurring any wrath. What happened instead DID trouble Goku a little bit, though. Goku told Vegeta what time Bulma wanted to leave the hotel by, and after that Vegeta was oddly fixated on the clock. PRECISELY six minutes before they were supposed to leave the room, Vegeta got up and peed. The way he seemed to obsess over timing it JUST right was concerning. Goku had never thought about this aspect of Vegeta’s Problem before; If he was going to leave a location where he could ‘easily’ pee at a specific time, he had to be careful about when he relieved himself last. If he did it too soon, he could fill back up again when it was deeply inconvenient. If he waited too long, he might not have enough time to finish— And Goku could guess easily enough that Vegeta would rather die than delay someone else because he’d been busy peeing. It seemed like a whole lot of unnecessary stress to Goku… As soon as Vegeta was finished, Goku went as well. He didn’t have any trouble getting his stream started this time, no longer fearful that Vegeta was going to suffocate. *** Bulma had a problem. It was a very silly one, but it appeared at the worst possible moment; Just half an hour after they had left the motel, the second they found themselves caught in traffic. It was a very, VERY silly problem, and she couldn’t believe that it was actually happening. She had reminded Goku to pee before they left, knowing that he was likely to forget about his bladder unless he was told to empty it. She had looked Vegeta over before getting the car out of its capsule, because she wanted to make sure he was showing zero signs of ‘twitchiness’ and had gotten his needs handled while he was still in a place he could do so. She had been VERY steadfast in ensuring that BOTH of them wouldn’t need to pee that badly for at least a little while, that her irresponsible friend and extremely bladder-shy husband were both totally empty before getting in the car. And, she had left without using the restroom HERSELF. She felt like a complete idiot. She felt like a complete idiot that was getting annoyingly desperate to pee while stuck in a traffic jam. How could she have spent SO much time thinking about how much she DIDN’T want either of the Saiyans to have ‘emergencies’ on the way home, and not ONCE consider that it might be a good idea for HER to go to the bathroom too? Vegeta was beside her, glowering out at all the traffic. “Why did we have to drive back with you again?! Just—“ He broke into a yawn. “J—Just let us fly, so I don’t have to deal with this horseshit!” “You and Goku both seemed pretty tired…” Bulma said. She knew this would provoke an argument and could already hear Vegeta indignantly snapping back at her that he wasn’t sleepy at all and was totally fine. She was banking on it. Bickering with Vegeta would distract her from her bladder. “I thought it would be better to drive you.” Goku yawned in the backseat, “Yeah, Vegeta.” He said. “This way we can nap until we get back.” Vegeta scoffed and rubbed at his eyes, dark circles had formed beneath them. “Who the Hell could nap here? The seats are uncomfortable, these belts cut into you, the other cars keep honking at nothing!” He counted off as his eyes kept drawing closed involuntarily. Each blink was coming on faster and lasting longer. “D—Damn them… And… Damn them and such…” His eyes shut again, and they didn’t re-open. In other circumstances, Bulma might have laughed at the fact that Vegeta had literally just ranted himself to sleep, or appreciated how cute he looked when he was resting… But, she would have much preferred it if he’d stayed conscious, alert, and able to distract her. She thought she might be able to bite back the embarrassment and admit that she’d forgotten to use the bathroom before they’d left— Goku was the only one awake right now, and the only thing he’d have to say on the matter was “Oh man, yeah! Don’t you hate it when that happens?!” He wouldn’t care, or think it was stupid that she’d managed to neglect her own body’s needs after fussing so much over his and Vegeta’s. But, doing that wouldn’t fix anything. She was trapped in wall-to-wall traffic, and there was no way she could pull over and GET to a bathroom right now. She knew how Goku would react to THAT too, because she’d already BEEN in a somewhat similar situation with him before. It was during her first hunt for the dragon balls. She, Goku and Oolong were riding a boat towards their next destination, and she’d really needed to pee. It had gotten so bad that she’d started mumbling to herself about it and, of course, Goku heard. “Bulma, just go pee in the water,” Goku said, pointing off the side of the boat. Bulma’s face had reddened with horror, and the blush deepened as Oolong grinned. “Heh, yeah,” the pig nodded. “Go ahead, it ain’t good for you to be holding it in.” “NO!” Bulma snapped. “I am NOT doing that! You can FORGET it!” Goku tilted his head so that he looked like a perplexed dog. “How come? Is it ‘cause you think the fish will get mad?” “Goku…” “They won’t, I promise!” Goku said. “I pee in lakes and stuff all the time, the fish don’t mind!” “That ISN’T why—“ “If you’re THAT worried about the fish,” Goku interrupted. “Then maybe you can… Oh, look!” He bent down, and plucked a bottle off the floor of the boat. He pointed to it proudly. “You can go pee in this, Bulma!” “No, I CAN’T!” Bulma corrected him, covering her face as Oolong laughed. “But, why?” Goku asked. “You look like you have to pee REALLY bad, Bulma! Just go in the bottle, you’ll feel better!” “Girls don’t pee in bottles, you idiot!” “… Why?” “Th—They just DON’T!” Bulma snapped. “Be quiet about this, Goku. I need to wait until I can use a toilet, or at least a bush.” Goku stared at her a moment longer, watching her wriggling with some concern. An idea seemed to form in his mind and he smiled widely. “I know! How about we just have Oolong turn into a toilet?” A few seconds later, Goku had been whining and asking what Bulma had slapped him for. Goku might not suggest anything quite THAT stupid now, but any ‘solution’ he tried to offer to Bulma today would likely be unhelpful and just frustrating to hear. Besides, Bulma COULD hold it until the traffic cleared up. It was just uncomfortable to do it. Her thigh muscles were tightening up and she was cursing herself nonstop for not going at the hotel. Thinking about the one, painfully idiotic mistake she had made today was not helping her present situation much. Her bladder was twinging and tingling more as she continually wished she could turn back time and relieve herself when she SHOULD have. She needed something else to concentrate on. Vegeta was still asleep, and she had a fairly good idea that waking up an exhausted Vegeta just so he could find himself STILL trapped inside of a car in the midst of a traffic jam would end very poorly for all involved. It was better to let him rest. She could just talk to Goku instead, as long as she didn’t mention her need and prompt him to suggest an embarrassing, impossible remedy for it. But, when she turned around, she saw that HE had fallen asleep as well. Bulma groaned. Goku wouldn’t be THAT grumpy if he got woken up, but considering that the REASON he was so tired was because he’d been up most of the night trying to soothe Vegeta from… Whatever had caused him to panic, Bulma really didn’t want to bother him. She could do this. She’d needed to pee badly while stuck in traffic by herself before, and everything had turned out just fine. She’d go as soon as she was able to get to a bathroom, and she was sure that wouldn’t take TOO long. *** Goku wriggled uncomfortably in his suit. The tie felt funny. It was pinching his neck. He didn’t like it. Why did Chi-Chi have to make him wear this stuff? And why did she keep picking out OTHER suits for him to go try on? They all looked about the same to him… He also needed to go to the bathroom really bad. They’d been clothes shopping for FOREVER and he hadn’t been able to pee all day. “Chi-Chi…” he whined. “Haven’t I tried on enough stuff yet?” “No,” Chi-Chi said. “I need you to look presentable for when we visit Gohan’s school next week, so you need to have the perfect outfit.” “But, Chi-Chi, can’t I just take a break?” “In a minute,” Chi-Chi said, looking through the clothes rack again and murmuring. “Maybe this one…? No, it’s too bright…” “I have to take a leak,” Goku complained, hopping anxiously on his toes. “I promise I won’t be gone long.” Chi-Chi sighed. “Okay… Just go change back into your normal clothes and then you can go. But, you’d better come back.” Goku smiled, already feeling relieved. Just knowing that he’d be peeing in a couple minutes was making him feel so much better. The throbs in his bladder actually seemed to settle down, no longer worried that he would be forced to try to contain it until the end of the trip. He rushed back into the dressing room and quickly got out of the uncomfortable suit. He had NO idea how he was gonna manage to stay in one of those things for an entire afternoon next week, but he wasn’t going to think about that now. There was really only one thing he wanted to focus on, and he put his regular clothes on as fast as he could. He hurried out and thanked Chi-Chi before entering the main area of the mall. His bladder swelled and convulsed like crazy when he spotted the enormous fountain in the center of it. He clenched his fists at his sides and bobbed up and down as he tried to ignore it, and the awful sound of rushing water that emanated from it. Where was the bathroom? He spotted a map and dashed over to it, but frowned when he found it immensely difficult to read. Goku usually had a little trouble reading, but it looked like the map was written in a completely different language— It actually kind of looked like the Saiyan language Vegeta used to sign his name sometimes, but Goku doubted it was the same thing. Not that it would help if it WAS, since the only word Goku could read in the Saiyan language was Vegeta’s name. Trying to read the labels on the map was just making his head hurt, so Goku tried to just find an icon that he thought meant ‘bathroom’, but none of the icons made sense to him either! They were just random shapes. His bladder throbbed even more sharply, and Goku couldn’t keep standing in one place anymore. He had to move around, and the map wasn’t helping him at all. He would have an easier time if he just wandered around until he finally found a toilet on his own. He had to walk past the fountain, its gushing, trickling spray causing him to cross his legs and stumble. Maybe he could go in the fountain…? He could pretend to fall in and then relax while he was covered up by the water. No, Chi-Chi was gonna be mad if he came back soaked. He had to hurry, or he was GOING to come back soaked no matter what! Goku finally spotted a restroom after what felt like hours of searching, but was probably only around twenty minutes. ‘Finally,’ he thought, rushing over towards it. His bladder already felt a little looser— A little TOO loose. He whimpered as he was forced to slow down to avoid leaking into his pants. ‘Just a few more steps, c’mon, I can make it…’ Just as Goku was about to enter the restroom, Krillin stepped out of it. He smiled up at his taller friend; “Hey, Goku! I didn’t expect to run into you here, did your wife drag you out shopping too?” Goku hopped anxiously between his feet, his bladder was going into hysterics, jolting like mad in protest of this extra delay. “Y—Yeah,” he said. “She wants me to wear a suit for this thing at Gohan’s school. And, she keeps making me try on a whole bunch of them, and now I really have to pee!” Krillin looked down at Goku’s feet and laughed. “Yeah, I’ll get outta your way, then.” Goku breathed a sigh of relief as Krillin left. He entered the bathroom and stood at a urinal, undoing his belt. He was just about to start peeing when it struck him that something was off. He’d JUST talked to Krillin. But, he hadn’t SENSED Krillin at all. This was a dream, wasn’t it? Goku clenched up his holding muscles again with another needy wince. He couldn’t release his bladder yet. If he did, he was gonna wake up soaked, and Chi-Chi was gonna groan and shake her head and say “Oh, Goku, not again…I just washed the sheets!” He concentrated on his own energy for a second, trying to ignite it so that his body would jolt awake. With as urgent as his need was, he sure hoped he’d be able to stumble from the bed to the bathroom quickly enough. It was gonna be really, really close… Goku woke up, but he wasn’t in bed. He was in a car. Bulma was driving, he heard Vegeta snoring… And, when he looked out the window, there was nothing but traffic as far as his eyes could see. They were barely moving. Goku anxiously leaned forward and tapped the back of Bulma’s seat. “B—Bulma…? How long was I asleep for?” Bulma groaned, and Goku noticed that her shoulders and back looked really tense. “A few hours, Goku— And traffic has barely BUDGED since you went to sleep.” Goku flinched, he leaned back and grabbed at himself. That wasn’t good. His bladder was about to explode as it was, it wouldn’t be able to handle being trapped in a traffic jam much longer. “O—Oh,” he said. “Um… Well, you know, I feel really rested up now. I can probably use Instant Transmission again. Y—You don’t mind if I go home right now, do you?” Another groan, this one more pained. Goku heard Bulma shifting around before she responded. “I… I… Could you wait until we’re out of this traffic?” She asked. “I thought… I thought maybe you could take Vegeta and I straight home, too… As soon as I can pull over and capsulize the car.” Goku bounced his knees, gripping them urgently. “Uh… Well… I— I could come back for you guys!” He decided. “I only need to go home for a minute…” He worried at his lip. “I REALLY gotta pee, and I don’t think I can wait.” Bulma held the steering wheel a little tighter. “Mmmf, that’s…” She leaned back in her seat, released the wheel and rubbed her hands over the tops of her thighs. “That’s… That’s fine!” She said, a certain sharpness in her voice. Her tone gave Goku pause. So, even though his bladder was searing, he asked; “Bulma, is something bugging you?” “N—Nothing much, I just… I can’t believe I forgot to use the bathroom before we left.” “You have to go, too?” Goku said. “Well, I’ll take you with me!” Tensing up his thighs, and crossing his ankles, he forced himself to continue. “I’ll even let you go first, ‘cause I don’t think we can use the toilet together like me and V— Uh, like me and Krillin could!” “You and Krillin did WHAT togeth— Never mind,” Bulma twisted in her seat, fighting not to jam her hands between her legs. She had been doing that quite a bit for the last couple hours, but now that Goku was up, she refused to continue. Her bladder was aching from the loss of that vital support, though. Goku’s offer was so tempting, but… “I’m driving,” she reminded him. Goku looked out the window, and the stand-still traffic. “… Are you?” “It moves, just very slowly. I can’t leave the car like this. Vegeta’s asleep, and he doesn’t even HAVE a license.” “I’m sure we can wake him up, and he can manage it for just a—“ “Goku, I want you to imagine Vegeta spending even two seconds driving in this mess.” Goku did. The first thing that popped into his mind was an image of Vegeta when they had first met, Vegeta was sparking with wild energy, his pupils pinpricks as his eyes bulged out of their sockets, his entire face scorched red with homicidal rage, and a vibrant chi blast firing from his hands, destroying everything in its path. “I guess I see what you mean,” Goku said. His wriggling was getting worse, his bladder urging him to just hurry up and get to somewhere that he could pee. “But, are you gonna be okay?” “I’ll be fine…” Bulma said, tapping her fingers agitatedly over her knees. She wasn’t sure if she’d be fine, but it didn’t make much sense to make Goku suffer through holding a full bladder through a traffic jam. Not when the guy could just teleport himself anywhere he wanted to go. “Okay,” Goku put his fingers against his forehead and concentrated. And concentrated. And… He couldn’t find Chi-Chi’s energy… Okay, that was… Fine. Goten was probably at home with her right now. His chi would be larger, even Goku’s desperation addled mind should be able to lock onto it. He felt it, but very, VERY faintly. He tried to latch on and focus , but within a few seconds, he lost it. Um… Gohan would be at school right now… Could Goku still try teleporting to him anyway? Would it be embarrassing for someone’s father to randomly appear in the middle of their classroom, obviously desperate to pee, and then go around asking everyone where the nearest bathroom was? Goku thought about it, decided Gohan wouldn’t mind, and tried to locate his energy. He did it! But, just like with Goten, his focus shattered after only a moment, and he was still stuck in place. Uh oh. “Um… Bulma…?” *** Vegeta was so damned angry with Bulma. He absolutely NEEDED to get into the bathroom NOW. His bladder was scorching with intense, burning pangs, and to his utmost humiliation, he had been reduced to hopping from one foot to the other as he waited right outside the door for Bulma to finally get out of the shower. His knees buckled and he fought against the urge to grab at himself. It was so bad that he wanted to just tear open the door and go inside, shouting at Bulma to keep the shower curtain drawn, and the water blasting at full force so that she would neither see nor hear him— Hopefully that would be good enough! But, for some reason, Bulma had actually LOCKED the door this time. Of course, Vegeta COULD force the door open anyway, but in doing so he’d shatter the lock. He could NOT let himself destroy that lock. So, instead, he’d forced himself to knock on the door and demand entry. “You have been in there long enough!” He shouted. “I have… ‘things’ I need to do today, and you are delaying me!” But, Bulma hadn’t answered. He knew for a FACT that she’d heard him, because a person would have to have NO ears at all to miss when Vegeta was yelling at them. She was CHOOSING to ignore him. He tried three more times. “Bulma! Let me in immediately! My patience is GONE!” But, she still wouldn’t reply. With immense frustration, he came to the conclusion that she was trying to make him… Say it. She wanted him to say, out-loud, why he needed to get into that room so urgently. He would not give her that satisfaction, and he would NOT debase himself by confessing that he was in very real danger of springing a leak soon. He stubbornly kept quiet and paced the room for a while longer, feeling his holding muscles burn and contract, the walls of his bladder being pulled thinner and thinner by the ever-growing ocean he was containing. Finally, he was hit with a very intense convulsion in his pelvic muscles, and he dragged himself back to the door, knocking on it more forcefully than ever and wincing when he saw the wood beginning to splinter. ‘Stop, stop… Don’t bash a hole through it… That’s the last thing you need…’ It did emphasize to him just HOW infuriating this whole situation was; He was blocked off from relief by an obstruction which he could EASILY get rid of. He was damaging the door without even MEANING to! But, he NEEDED the stupid thing to remain intact and functional, so he couldn’t just break it down. He had to hold back. He had to hold back SO much… He had to restrain his strength, so that he didn’t accidentally bust up the door. He had to restrain his temper, so that he didn’t lose it and destroy the thing in a fit of unthinking rage. And he had to restrain his bladder, which now felt like it was constantly mid-spasm. “Woman!” Vegeta snapped. “Hurry the Hell up! I— I… I…” He clenched his eyes closed, his voice lowering. “I need to relieve myself…” There! He’d said it! He’d fucking said it! That was what she wanted to hear, right?! She’d let him go now?! No response. “D—Dammit…” Vegeta growled under his breath. “Bulma! I said that I—“ “I heard you,” Bulma called back, acknowledging him at last. “That means you have to allow me—“ “I’m not going to,” Bulma said smoothly. Vegeta stared at the door. The door stared back, remaining a mocking, enraging barrier that he could EASILY destroy if he didn’t NEED the damn thing so much. He struggled to process what Bulma had just said. HOW could she say something like that?! She KNEW— She knew how difficult this sort of thing was for him! How could she want to make it worse?! “Mmmf, it’s— It’s urgent, alright?” Vegeta snapped. “Is that what you want to hear?” Blushing so warmly that he felt like he was rubbing his face against a stovetop, he went on. “Is it? I… I, Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyans, need to… Urinate very desperately. There. I said it, now let me in before I—“ “That’s good, Vegeta,” Bulma said. “I HAVE told you that you need to learn to speak up more. But, that isn’t what I’m waiting for.” “Then WHAT?! What do you—“ “I’ve been doing some thinking,” Bulma said. “And, I think the only way you’re gonna get over this Problem of yours is if we really shock your system.” “Wha—“ “If I see you wet yourself— the worst thing that could possibly happen— and you get it over with and see it isn’t actually that bad, that should fix everything.” Vegeta stumbled back, his heart pounding rapid-fire in his chest. She… She couldn’t be serious! That didn’t make any sense! That would never work! It would just make everything worse! And— And he couldn’t… He couldn’t… wet himself. Not where Bulma would see! Not— Not anywhere! And— And what was Bulma planning? Did she intend to stay in the shower for two whole days? Because that was how long it would take for Vegeta to actually lose control of himself! The one time he’d… Done that as an adult, it had been after two full days of EXTREME agony, and he’d even gotten sick in the process! After that, he’d moved BACKWARDS, the progress he’d made was UNDONE by the shame of it all. This was NOT going to work. But, Bulma didn’t KNOW that Vegeta had already… Had already… soaked himself like that. All she knew was that he’d gotten sick from holding it too long. As far as she was aware, Vegeta hadn’t wet himself since he was four, so maybe THAT was why she’d managed to think this would be a good idea? “Th—That won’t work, B—Bulma!” Vegeta stammered, his wriggling was increasing. The abject panic flooding through him was wrapping tight bands of pressure around his already exploding bladder. “I kn—know that it won’t. B—Because I already… Um… I… Actually… Er… I… Uh, I… I lost control of my… My bladder in front of Kakarot once, and i—it just made the Problem worse!” Ahhhhh! He couldn’t believe he’d said that! He’d never wanted to confess that to ANYONE— Especially Bulma! But, if it got her to change her mind about doing THIS to him— “I still think it’s worth a try, Vegeta,” Bulma told him. HOW?! HOW WAS IT WORTH A TRY?! Didn’t she realize how risky it was? Didn’t she realize that there was an extremely high probability that this was just going to make everything so much worse for him?! How could she do this to him?! What was wrong with her?! He was so damned mad, and embarrassed, and his chest started to freeze up and tighten. He was actually starting to recognize that constricting feeling now, he knew it meant that he was going to lose his breath soon, he couldn’t handle that pain on top of everything else! The worst part of all of this was, in spite of utterly bizarre this whole situation felt to him, he knew that he was NOT stuck in a nightmare. He could sense Bulma’s chi— That meant this was real! He couldn’t free himself simply by finding a way to wake up, he was ACTUALLY stuck in this heinous situation. He could… He could just go… TRY to use a different restroom somewhere else in the building. He’d done it before, with mixed results. He could do it again. If Bulma was intent on torturing him like this, he’d just find a toilet elsewhere and STAY there until his bladder decided to cooperate, no matter HOW long that ended up taking. If he had to stand at the toilet for two days straight until his body broke, so be it. He would NOT wet himself. Maybe that was Bulma’s true plan, she was just trying to manipulate him into using some of the OTHER restrooms in the house every once in a while. That was still utterly enraging, but he didn’t want to think she could truly be cruel enough to REALLY want him to have an accident. Apparently, she could be. Vegeta wasn’t even able to TRY to try using a different bathroom. Somehow, somewhere, Bulma had managed to obtain a TON of locks that Vegeta actually couldn’t break! He was stunned that Earth produced locks of such a high caliber— He had ASKED Bulma repeatedly to find some like this that he wouldn’t need to worry about destroying, and she’d always insisted that no Earth locks could ever be that durable. But, THESE were. He was TRYING to force the door open, getting angrier and more desperate when he continually failed to get it to budge. WHERE had these things come from?! And, they were on EVERY bathroom. What were the employees supposed to do? And Trunks?! Did Bulma intend to torture and humiliate all of THEM, too? She must have! If VEGETA couldn’t break apart the locks, then nobody could! FINE! He would go somewhere else! He would go… Ugh, where would he go?! He lived in an enormous, over-populated city! Where was he supposed to find any privacy?! Could he fly right now? Could he fly off, find some nice, secluded woods and pee? Could he fly to… To Kakarot’s house, explain this horrific situation to the fool and demand that he provide a solution? He pictured himself standing at a tree near Kakarot’s house, the two of them commiserating over how stupid Bulma’s idea today was as he slowly managed to ease his muscles and rid himself of the pressure. He rushed outside and tried to get into the air. But, it was no use. His bladder was much too heavy, he barely managed to lift his toes an inch off the ground before he completely lost his concentration. This was… Really, really bad. His face flamed as he realized that he was standing in front of the biggest building in the city, people walking and driving by constantly, as his legs tangled up and he almost doubled over. He ran back inside, where at least there were fewer witnesses to his disgraceful behavior. He just… He just needed privacy. THAT was what he needed. And… That privacy didn’t NEED to come with an actual toilet. Any container would suffice at this point. Yeah. Just… Seclusion and SOMETHING to urinate into, he didn’t care WHAT it was. The supply closets all locked, and he was fairly certain they all contained mop buckets… Ugh, revolting, he’d have to hide the evidence somehow afterwards, he’d have to— Ohhh, he could figure that out later! All that mattered right now was peeing, he couldn’t deal with ANYTHING else until after he’d finished with that! He struggled down a few halls and ducked into the first supply closet he passed. He twisted the lock as carefully as he could, because of COURSE Bulma hadn’t outfitted THIS door with one of those indestructible ones. There was a bucket, and Vegeta stood in front of it. He couldn’t believe he was going to do this… But, he was out of options. ANYTHING was better than pissing himself. No one had to know about this. No one would ever find out. He’d do his best to forget it. He pulled down his zipper, and— FLASH! “KAKAROT!” Vegeta yelped, jumping backwards and shielding his crotch from view as Kakarot suddenly appeared beside him. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU—“ “I have to pee!” Kakarot whined. This HAD to be a fucking nightmare, it just HAD to— No, no. He could sense Kakarot’s chi. He was here. This was real. For the SECOND fucking time, Kakarot had teleported his way into the room while Vegeta had been trying to pee. And THIS time Vegeta hadn’t even been granted the luxury of being able to let a little bit out first! “I don’t care, Kakarot!” Vegeta yelled. “I’m busy, go awa—“ He stopped. Kakarot was… Here. He could use that to his advantage— He didn’t NEED to shame himself by pissing in a bucket… Keeping one hand over his crotch, he grabbed Kakarot’s shoulder with the other. “Teleport us to your house, or something. Now.” Kakarot frowned and touched his forehead. “I can’t do it!” He said after a second. “I have to pee so bad that my instant transmission won’t work!” “You JUST used it, you blithering idio—“ “Bulma, I think I’m gonna wet myself!” Kakarot complained. “Is there anything in here I can use?!” Vegeta gripped Kakarot’s shoulder more harshly as confusion worsened his desperation. “Bulma isn’t IN here! What are you talking abou—“ “Can’t you look?!” Kakarot pleaded. “Please? I can’t hold it!” Ugh, the fool was delirious now or something. Vegeta was starting to feel that way himself. He NEEDED to fucking go. “Kakarot, just… Just turn around while I—“ “Bulma, please check again?!” Kakarot whimpered. Was he fucking hallucinating?! Yeah, Vegeta could sense Bulma too, but that was just because they were still in the same building. She was STILL in the bathroom, preventing him from using it. And Kakarot wouldn’t even do him the courtesy of turning around so he could use the fucking bucket, and— “Goku,” Bulma’s voice from… Where? Was Vegeta hallucinating now too? “There is NOTHING here, I have checked!” Vegeta blearily blinked his eyes open. For the first several seconds, all he felt was relief. That HAD been a dream, Bulma WASN’T trying to force him to wet himself, and he wasn’t about to do anything as disgraceful as pissing into a mop bucket. But then, as he adjusted to his surroundings, he felt a little LESS thankful for that last thing. In his dream, he’d been about to void and get some relief from the pressure churning away inside him. But, here… Here, he was stuck in a car with no way to go. And he REALLY had to go. A glance at the clock told him he’d been out for quite a while, and his bladder was indeed still sore after all the disobedience it had shown him yesterday. He glanced out the window, enraged to see they were STILL jammed together with a bunch of other cars. Then he heard Kakarot’s whining, which had followed him out of his dream. “Bulma, please, please, look again! Please! It’s almost coming out! I— Ah! I just leaked some!” Bulma tapped her foot jerkily against the floor, twisting from side to side, “I looked, Goku! There is NOTHING in this car for you to pee into!” “Wha— What about your other capsules!” Goku pleaded. “Don’t you have anything with a bathroom?!” Bulma gritted her teeth and blew out a slow breath. “Don’t remind me…” she mumbled. “I DO, but look around us— Do you see anywhere with enough space for me to pop out a house?” “… No,” Kakarot said. “W—Wake Vegeta up, have him fly off and g—get me a bottle somewhere!” “I’m already awake!” Vegeta snapped. His bladder couldn’t stand listening to this anymore. He REALLY hadn’t enjoyed hearing about Bulma’s capsules. Now, he knew she was carrying a private restroom around, but it was stuck inside one of those little pill-looking things, unusable because there wasn’t any room to open it. “Great!” Kakarot said. “Pleeeeaaaase go get me an empty bottle? I can’t hold it!” Vegeta’s frown deepened. He knew he should help Kakarot— After all the times Kakarot had… had ‘assisted’ him in similar situations, he probably owed it to him… But, Vegeta had been sitting here for so long now, his bladder was achingly full, pressure battering his opening and it took everything in him not to writhe. Standing up was going to hurt like Hell, his body was going to come alive, every discomfort magnified… But, that wasn’t the main issue. Vegeta could take pain. He was GOOD at taking pain. What he couldn’t take at all was humiliation; And, if he tried to fly right now, he had a sinking feeling that he wouldn’t actually be able to get airborne. He simply needed to void too much for that to happen. And, Bulma and Kakarot both watching as he failed a task that was usually as simple as walking for him… “Go get it yourself!” Of course, that got Kakarot whining… “I can’t! If I stop holding my thingy, I’m gonna pee!” “Stop calling it a—“ “But, you got mad before when I called it a wiener. What do you want me to call it?“ “Just— Just—“ “Ahhh!” Kakarot exclaimed. “More came out!” “Vegeta,” Bulma said, her voice was exhausted and frayed. When Vegeta turned to get a better look at her, he saw that her face was coated in sweat, and her legs were constantly jiggling up and down. “Go get him a bottle. I don’t want a mess in the car.” “But— But, Bulma, I—“ “Now,” Bulma insisted, and with as frustrated and antsy as the traffic had already made her, Vegeta knew there was no room for argument. “F—Fine!” Vegeta tore off his seat-belt and, ohhhh…. Ohhh… Relief… That felt amazing… The momentary respite from his brutal need gave Vegeta a boost of confidence. Maybe he COULD fly! Maybe he could fly, and even find himself a bit of privacy while he was out there. Maybe he was mere minutes away from being able to go! First, he had to deal with standing up, though. He unlocked the car door and shoved it open. He did it much more roughly than he’d intended and his blood ran cold for a second before he registered that it HAD remained attached to the rest of the car. “CAREFUL,” Bulma scolded him. “Don’t tear it off! And, don’t slam it into another car!” Grumbling, Vegeta turned and set about forcing himself to his feet outside. After a few seconds of bracing his body for what was sure to be an onslaught of intense, burning need, he decided that the best thing to do would be to stand up as fast as possible. He launched himself upright onto the pavement outside and— FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! His bladder surged, agony burned a trail down his length, his knees buckled and for a second he feared he was going to collapse. The humiliation would kill him, and the effect of the impact on his bladder would spit on his grave. Pain crept up his back, and he bit down on his lip harshly. Please, not that… Please, don’t let it climb any higher, don’t let it reach that agonizing space beneath his ribs, don’t let his body start tearing itself to shreds… Taking a stabilizing breath, Vegeta stood in place for a moment, just trying to recover enough to ATTEMPT flight. He could sense the chis of all the people inside the other cars. Were they looking at him? Could they tell he really, really needed to pee? Did they think he’d gotten out of his vehicle because he couldn’t hold it anymore? Were they all thinking about him being seconds away from an accident? “Vegeta!” Kakarot STILL wouldn’t be quiet. “Hurry!” “I’m— My— My feet fell asleep, Kakarot!” Vegeta snapped. “Just give me a second!” “I don’t have a second!” Vegeta shut his eyes, balling his hands into fists at his sides. He didn’t WANT Kakarot to wet himself. Vegeta would feel really sorr— Vegeta would be so ANGRY if Kakarot had an accident! That would disgrace the entire Saiyan race! But, Kakarot was going to need to hold on for a bit longer. Long enough for Vegeta to get himself into the air, long enough for Vegeta to find some isolated spot, long enough for Vegeta to… To… ‘Fly, dammit…’ Vegeta ordered himself. ‘Now.’ Vegeta tried. He focused as hard as he could on getting his feet off the ground. He felt them lift, then realized that he was just standing on the tips of his toes now because for some reason that was easing the pressure in his bladder a little. He wasn’t achieving flight at all. “Vegeta,” Bulma said, more frustration in her voice. “What are you doing?” “Uhhhh…” Vegeta turned back to look at her through the still open door. “Stop messing around,” Bulma scolded him, now crossing one leg over the other. “Go get a bottle for Goku— Because at least HE can pee in a bottle!” She added, with another annoyed knee bounce. Vegeta stared back for a second, a prickly feeling working through his spine. What… What was she… She could tell that he needed to pee, and… And she was MOCKING him?! She was taunting him for not being able to use a bottle?! How— How dare she! He understood that she was pissed as Hell at the traffic jam— He was too! But—But— He thought she was DONE teasing him about this! He thought she didn’t find it funny anymore! He shot her a glare and turned back away. Now, he REALLY wished that he could fly! He wanted to be AWAY from here. He put up with her teasing him about a lot of things. Deep down, he sometimes… Sort of… Maybe kind of liked it. But THIS was a line she wasn’t allowed to cross— And comparing him to Kakarot, too… Emphasizing to him that Kakarot was more capable than he was— It was like she just WANTED to set him off! And for what? Taking a little extra time to be able to fly?! He kept trying to take off, he WANTED to fly at top-speed, but now his body was less cooperative than ever. The desperation, the embarrassment, the twitching, cold feeling sinking through him… He couldn’t, he was trying as hard as he could, but he only managed to get an inch off the ground, then his bladder cramped and he dropped back down. He landed wrong on one of his feet and fell to his knees. Pain. The jolt that ripped its way through his bladder as he landed so roughly made him feel like a stun gun was being jammed into his abdomen, digging itself against the aching stone of his bladder while zapping him with billions of volts of electricity. “Nnnnh—Ah!” “Vegeta?” Bulma called from behind him. “Wha— What happened?!” Vegeta turned back around, and forced himself to basically just crawl back into the car, once he was sitting limply in his seat, he yanked the door closed and covered his face with his hands— Even though what he really wanted to do was shove them between his legs. “Vegeta!” Kakarot cried. “I— I need— Stop messing arou—“ “I CAN’T!” Vegeta shouted, the vibration of his own voice making his bladder convulse yet again. “I can’t! Alright?! I fucking can’t!” Giving Bulma another furious glare, he added; “There! You happy?!” Bulma’s ankles rubbed together and she bounced a few times as confusion took over her flushed face. “Why would I be happy about… ANY of this? You got hurt, Goku’s about to pee on my car seat—“ “I’m trying not to!” Kakarot cried. “I promise!” “Vegeta,” Bulma said. “What’s wrong, are you sick?” Vegeta gave a derisive sigh, rolling his eyes. She knew! She already fucking knew! She knew enough to make FUN of him, even when he was trying to do her and Kakarot a favor! “Oh, of course, you want to force me to say EVERYTHING, don’t you?!” Bulma rocked back and forth in her seat, her cheeks reddening. “Vegeta, you aren’t making ANY—“ “Well, FINE! I have to piss so badly that I can’t even fucking fly, and it’s NOT funny, and—“ “It’s NOT funny!” Bulma agreed, taken aback. “Then, why the Hell would you mock me?!” “I haven’t!” “‘Oh, Kakarot can actually pee in a bottle in my car, unlike you, Vegeta! You’re too damn pathetic to do that!’” Bulma’s expression creased and her eyes widened. “Oh— Oh, Vegeta, is THAT what you thought I meant?” Vegeta was still just glowering at her. “You gotta go too, Vegeta?” Kakarot asked. “Aw, now I’m REALLY sorry that I can’t teleport…” “Shut up, Kakarot…” Vegeta mumbled, shamed by his earlier shouting. Bulma reached a shaking hand over and touched Vegeta’s shoulder. “That isn’t what I was saying at ALL… I promise.” Vegeta flinched at the physical contact during a moment in which he felt so vulnerable. “I was just saying… It’s ridiculous, but I forgot to use the bathroom before we left the hotel… And, y’know, I wouldn’t be able to pee into a bottle, either.” “You wouldn’t?” Vegeta asked. Bulma gave him an odd look. “Um… No. No, I would not…” “BULMA!” Kakarot exclaimed from the backseat. “I don’t think I can— Ah!” Vegeta and Bulma both turned around to look at him. Kakarot was doubled over completely, his legs were tangled in knots, his hands were grasping at his crotch. His eyes were screwed shut as a mixture of sweat and pained tears glided down his face. “Goku!” Bulma said. “Tr—Try to—“ “I AM trying!” Goku insisted. “It won’t stay in! I— I—“ Goku’s eyes blew back open as the leaks and dribbles that had been slipping out of him turned into a stream. He couldn’t hold it anymore, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he squirmed and writhed, no matter how much force he exerted on his holding muscles, none of it mattered. His bladder only had so much room in it, and there was nothing he could do to create space that didn’t exist. He had overflowed, and he had no choice but to sit there and pee like he had been dying to for hours. It felt really, really good. He’d been so uncomfortable for so long, the sudden release of his taut muscles snapping going limp felt like a reward. He didn’t even REALLY mind the warm, heavy feeling spreading over his crotch and trickling around to his backside. He had to resist a sigh of relief, because everything else about his situation WAS a problem. If he were outdoors somewhere, or standing over a tile floor or… Something easy to clean, then he wouldn’t be feeling so guilty. As it was, his bladder uncontrollably draining itself into the fabric seat of Bulma’s car, he was ashamed. He didn’t want to ruin Bulma’s car, he hadn’t meant to! He’d tried his absolute best to keep it dry and clean, he’d held it as much as he possibly could… Adding to his guilt was his knowledge that his friends both really needed to go, too. He was sure that his own loss of control wasn’t helping either of them. It definitely wasn’t. Bulma wanted to cover her ears, but she couldn’t because her hands had glued themselves between her legs and she didn’t dare budge them. She took in short, shallow breaths and tried to remember the last time she had needed the bathroom this badly. She couldn’t think of one, apart from maybe the time she’d full-on wet herself right after meeting Goku. Oh, please don’t let this end the same way… Her bladder was sending her a surplus of angry signals that told her it very well might. Her pants were digging into her engorged midsection, her seat-belt was strangling it as well. When she looked down, her belly looked bloated in an unsightly way that made her shudder. It looked awful, and it felt even worse. She was scared that, even if she managed to hold on until she was in a bathroom, she wouldn’t manage to get onto the toilet fast enough, she imagined her bladder breaking apart as soon as she laid eyes on it. Vegeta faced away from Kakarot, his heart thundering in his ice-laden chest. His face burned. He was blushing. He was so, so— Why was HE embarrassed?! Kakarot was the one who was… Doing that. Yet, Vegeta felt like a spotlight was on HIM, there was no doubt in his mind that he was infinitely more humiliated by Kakarot’s loss of control than the fool HIMSELF was, and he couldn’t understand why. And, the sound… The sound of Kakarot’s… stream hissing out. It was so damned loud, and Vegeta’s Saiyan hearing made it impossible to ignore. The noise was going straight to his still convulsing bladder, making it spasm even more, making him— Making him grip his bouncing, twisting knees in an effort to keep his hands away from his dick. He wanted to hold himself, he wanted to… He wanted to, he didn’t need to. He wanted to, he didn’t need to. He needed to… When another volt of pressure slammed through his bladder, Vegeta’s hands dove between his legs for a squeeze. His face burned even more, and he was furious at himself for it. Kakarot was literally pissing himself, Bulma was visibly desperate, and he was STILL embarrassed about grasping himself, he was STILL embarrassed that his body was forcing him to display his need. He knew no one in the car with him could POSSIBLY judge him for trying to pinch his opening shut as he squirmed as subtly as he could manage, but his humiliation continued to grow. He felt like people in the OTHER cars could somehow see into THIS one. And, for some reason, instead of locking onto the grown man that was actively wetting his pants, they chose instead to focus on the one that was still holding it. Vegeta turned himself back and forth a few times, but no matter where he directed his own gaze, he still felt nothing but shame. Finally, Kakarot was empty. Immediately after the hissing sound ceased, he was speaking “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I tried to hold it! I’m sorry!” Bulma tried to untangle her legs enough to push down on the gas pedal as the car was finally able to move forward a little bit more. “I—It’s… It’s fine, Goku. Y—You couldn’t help it… This isn’t even my favorite car.” Vegeta said nothing. His mind drew a blank when he tried to come up with some way to respond to what had just happened. He felt so… He was… Ugh, what WAS this feeling?! It was like the one he got whenever he saw Trunks get hurt! It was SO annoying! It melded with his desperation to make him feel extremely heavy inside… “I’m still sorry, though,” Kakarot said. “I promise, I tried as hard as I could…” If Kakarot didn’t stop talking in that soft tone, making Vegeta feel… Whatever the fuck THIS was supposed to be… Thankfully, Kakarot perked back up pretty quickly. “Hey! On the bright side, I can probably use Instant Transmission now! So, that means I can get you guys outta h—“ “You CAN’T, Goku,” Bulma interrupted. “Until I can pull over and put the car back in its capsule, I need to stay with it. I can’t just ditch it in the middle of the road.” “Well… Um… Is it okay if I just take Vegeta for now? I wanna help! We’ll come back, and then once you can pull over, I can—“ “N—No, Kakarot!” Vegeta interrupted. “That won’t be necessary.” Perhaps, if Bulma didn’t need to pee too, Vegeta would have begrudgingly accepted the offer. He would insist he was just so tired and annoyed by the traffic that he couldn’t take the frustration anymore, and that his bladder had VERY little to do with his decision to leave immediately. Such statements would be pointless, and he knew Bulma wouldn’t buy it, but it would at least give him some peace of mind. However, with Bulma needing to pee so badly, too… Vegeta couldn’t just… He couldn’t act like his OWN situation was more dire than hers! Of course it wasn’t! If she had to hold it then, as the stronger one, he should be required to do the same. “Are you sure?” Goku asked. “I don’t want you to have an… to hurt yourself.” He quickly changed what he’d been about to say at the last second. It was far more likely Vegeta broke something before he had an accident like Goku. “Of course I’m sure! You don’t need to ask me that!” Over the next half hour, they slowly crept along the road, eventually passing the wreck that had caused all of this infuriating traffic in the first place. Vegeta was miserable. The pain in his back was continuing to build, and he knew that it was going to reach its crescendo soon. He hoped he’d at least manage to keep quiet when that pain struck him. Knowing Kakarot, he’d probably grab Vegeta by the shoulder and teleport him somewhere right away. And then Vegeta would be able to— He was the strong one. Bulma was suffering. It would be so wr… It would just be shameful if he gave up like that. Adding to his discomfort, the car didn’t smell particularly good at the moment. Saiyan noses were sensitive, and the car reeked of Kakarot’s piss. The smell of piss was both nauseating and a constant tease on Vegeta’s bladder, which caused him to feel revolted by himself. That his body could be swayed by the scent of Kakarot’s urine… Highly unwanted thoughts started to creep into his mind; Things he had learned about ancient Saiyans. Namely, a very long time ago, when Saiyans were still living in caves and had yet to form civilizations, it was the norm for rivals to ‘mark their territory’ as a display of dominance. Fuck, Vegeta’s bladder was spasming hysterically right now, lurching and shuddering and trying to squeeze and push everything out… He hoped to Hell that being subjected to the smell of Kakarot’s accident wasn’t activating some kind of deeply primitive instinct, but suddenly the pangs in his bladder were happening more frequently. He tightened his grip on himself. Now that the traffic was finally clearing up, Bulma started to feel just the tiniest bit better, but not by much. At least she was finally GETTING somewhere, but now she was forced to actually pay attention to her driving again. That wasn’t easy when her legs just wanted to knot up and her hands wanted to stay glued between her legs. When she was at last able to pull over at a store, she released the steering wheel with a moan and grabbed at herself again. She leaned backwards and ripped off her seat-belt, finally giving her bladder some more space. But, all the space in the world wouldn’t make much of a difference now, she didn’t think she had ever been this full before, and the unsightly bulge in her lower abdomen was excruciating just to look at. Vegeta got… Swollen like that all the time… How did he ever manage to put up with it?! Surely, he must have wished he could claw through his own skin and get rid of it! That was what Bulma was yearning for right now! She could put the car back into its capsule now. Goku could teleport her and Vegeta home now. But… How far away would they be from a bathroom? What if they ended up being TOO far, and Bulma didn’t manage to… There was a toilet right inside the store, the walk there wouldn’t be very long. Vegeta needed to go HOME, though. He needed to get home right the Hell now. Goku could JUST take him, Bulma supposed. Hopefully he wouldn’t come up with a silly reason to be stubborn about it. Bulma opened the door and stepped out, and almost lost her footing when she was met with a whole new wave of pressure. Her bladder contracted sharply, and a bit of pee started to dribble forth. She clasped herself even tighter, but the dribble built into a spurt that continued to warm her clothing for a good two seconds before she was able to get it to stop. Her knees buckled and she crouched beside the car, groaning. When she managed to open her eyes, she saw that Vegeta and Goku had both come to her side, Vegeta twitching from head to toe and clasping his hands behind his back, clearly trying not to hold himself anymore. His expression radiated nothing but agony, and his thighs looked painfully tense. He was twisting at the hips and even that much was obviously humiliating to him. His eyes kept darting about his surroundings before he made himself focus on Bulma. “Goku,” Bulma grunted. “Could you take Vegeta home n—“ Vegeta tore his hands out from behind his back and helped Bulma back up. Bulma was startled, and leaked again. “What are you doing?!“ Vegeta gritted his teeth for a second, trying not to shout. He restrained himself to one pathetic, little whimper. Lifting Bulma had ignited the fire in his back, and now it was burning brightly. It felt like his kidneys had been punctured, stabbing, shooting pangs that were so intense he could hardly breathe. Just inhaling air into his lungs wrapped tight bands around his screeching bladder and wailing kidneys. “If you are struggling to w—walk, I will assist you,” he said. His eyes were burning, pressure filling him everywhere, his whole body hurt so damn much. “Y—You should probably go here.” Goku frowned, “Vegeta, you’re going to hurt yourself if you—“ “I can help her walk!” Vegeta snapped, bouncing on the balls of his feet. It didn’t look like HE could walk very well right now himself! He was hunched over, one hand now sort of cradling his aching abdomen. “Vegeta,” Bulma started to say. He needed to get home… His voice was shaking and cracking, his eyes were shimmering. Goku was right, he was hurting himself. “I can take you home RIGHT now, Vegeta,” Goku said. “And, if Bulma needs help walking, I can do that, too!” ‘Dammit, Goku…’ Bulma thought. That was the LAST thing he should have said… “You think I’m not capable of assisting my own wife, Kakarot?!” Vegeta demanded. “Come on, Bulma…” And he started to help her towards the store. ‘Help’ was a very strong word there. He was moving WAY too quickly for Bulma, and she felt herself dribble a few more times when she was forced to move her thighs too far apart from each other. She was able to keep one of her hands pushed against her crotch, which stalled the leakage a little, but it would have been better if she’d been able to use both hands. Unfortunately, Vegeta was gripping the other one and there was absolutely no way she could yank it free. He was holding her hand much too tightly, it was actually painful. She knew he wasn’t doing it intentionally, but it seemed that with every new pulse from his bladder, his ability to control his strength worsened. His grip on her kept tensing up, too, making her hand ache. Vegeta wasn’t just walking too fast for Bulma, his speed was too much for HIMSELF as well. He made hurt, strangled noises in the back of his throat with every step, each one seeming to jab another hole through his agonized kidneys. But, he refused to slow down, fearing that if he did, he would stop completely and then be unable to move again. Once they were inside, Vegeta led Bulma to the restroom. He was on high-alert, there were other people in the store, and he couldn’t allow anyone else to see Bulma in this embarrassing and vulnerable state. It was bad enough Kakarot had needed to be present for it. Vegeta’s chest ached from how hard his heart was pounding. Bulma could feel his tension growing, that was clear in how the vice-like grip he had on her hand was getting even MORE firm, she winced audibly from the pain but he must have thought the noise had only been due to her desperation. He didn’t let go until they had reached the door to the bathroom, which he then shoved open for her. The relief of her hand no longer being crushed was amazing, but that was nothing compared to what she was about to experience. She hurried into the restroom, locked the door and tore down her pants before sitting on the toilet. Immediately, the dribbles she had been failing to hold back turned into an intense stream that crashed into the bowl with an echoing hiss. The sudden depletion in pressure made her moan. Her legs tingled and twitched with pleasure. It felt so good to just be able to relax for the first time in so many hours. The heinous tension in her midsection was at last going away, and she no longer felt like she was being stretched within an inch of her life. Finally, finally… As her stream continued to flow out and her mind cleared a little, she really, REALLY hoped that Vegeta had finally let Goku take him home now. The agony she’d just gone through was only a small fraction of what Vegeta suffered with, and he needed to feel this kind of release too. *** Vegeta waited outside the restroom, swaying from foot to foot and drumming his fingers against the wall. He yearned to shove his hands between his legs and squeeze away, but he could NOT allow himself such a luxury. He was right outside a public restroom, he had to stay as still as he possibly could, lest someone notice him and start thinking that he was seconds away from exploding. He wasn’t, of course. He wasn’t going to explode, because… Because he was in public! And, no matter how much it FELT like he was about to burst, that couldn’t happen to him here. Still, his bladder was thrashing like mad, he tensed his thighs, trying to pinch his opening shut between them. He could hear Bulma peeing, which both made him blush and made his insides cramp and contract with an angry fervor. He jiggled on his toes, glaring at his feet and trying to force them to go still. But, that simply wasn’t possible. Vegeta had to piss so fucking much, it was taking everything he had not to start openly holding himself. Especially when a particularly awful jolt prompted the smallest, shortest leak. Just a drop or two, but he was overcome with panic. Kakarot rushed beside him and, at first, Vegeta’s spine stiffened, his blush deepening. Now, he was failing to hold his squirms back as he waited outside a restroom, AND he was next to a guy who’d just wet his pants. But, upon closer inspection, Kakarot’s clothing looked clean now. He must have used his chi to dry himself off while Vegeta was helping Bulma. Vegeta calmed down ever so slightly, some of the heat fading from his face. “Kakarot. Home. Right n—“ Vegeta didn’t even need to finish the command. Kakarot grasped his wrist and a second later they appeared in Trunks’s room. The boy jumped. “Wha—“ “Hey, Trunks!” Kakarot said. “Sorry to surprise you. We just got stuck in traffic, so I had to get your dad outta there before he got so mad that he blew something up.” Vegeta’s blush returned. Generally, it was easiest if Kakarot’s excuses held a kernel of truth, but if he didn’t know any better, he’d think the other Saiyan was making fun of him! “Um… Okay…” Trunks said, his gaze going directly to Vegeta’s shuddering, twisting legs. Quickly, Vegeta turned and started off in the direction of his bedroom. Once he was out of Trunks’s sight, he allowed himself to slow down and paid less attention to how ‘normal’ his gait looked. He took awkward, careful steps, trying to calm the thrashing tide within his bladder. His back felt like it was completely shattered by that point, shards gouging fresh wounds into his already obliterated kidneys. Nausea rose up in his throat as he forced himself down the short length of hallway to his room. The closer he got, the more his bladder wailed. He leaked several more times, each one lasting longer than the last. Sweat rolled off of him, and he hoped IT was the cause of most of the dampness he could feel in between his legs. Honestly, he couldn’t tell. He was aware that his bladder was spilling over, and that his close proximity to the one place he could reliably empty himself was making him lose control. But the pressure was so awful and so constant that he could barely gauge how much was making its way out. He yanked his zipper down as soon as he’d shut the door to his bedroom. He’d had nightmares about this kind of scenario, in which his torment concluded with him drenching himself right in front of the toilet, unable to restrain himself for the crucial final seconds it took for him to get his clothes out of the way. He couldn’t risk letting that come true. Once in the restroom, he was able to shut the door, but that was ALL he had time to do. Droplets were starting to patter against the floor, the extra moment required to lock the door could result in him making a larger, much harder to clean mess. Kakarot was here… If anyone randomly TRIED to come near this room for some reason, Kakarot would deal with it. Vegeta spun around and faced the toilet, he aimed his leaking member and, for several infuriating seconds, he just continued to let out those painful, little drops. ‘Dammit, just— Just let go already! Let it the Hell out!’ His opening scorched brightly, making him sweat more as he gritted his teeth and pushed into the ache. A stinging, burning trickle of liquid slowly eased out of him. It felt like his tip was being repeatedly clawed into, and his bladder was still cramping brutally, but the sight of an actual stream finally starting to form already made him feel better. He forced himself to keep straining, waiting for the moment where everything in him collapsed at once and he was at last rewarded with the bliss of relief. It took longer than usual for that to happen this time— His bladder and holding muscles were extremely irritated. Still exhausted after yesterday’s torment, and angry at him for his stubborn refusal to let Kakarot take him home until he knew Bulma was alright— What had gotten into him?! He’d even made himself keep waiting and restraining himself long after the pain in his back had ignited. Any other day, that sensation would be the final straw, he would go to Kakarot IMMEDIATELY, unable to endure the mind-breaking torture for longer than a few minutes. This time, he’d FORCED himself to do it, he’d forced himself to WALK as that flared through him. He’d forced himself to listen and wait while someone else relieved themselves, his back screeching and tearing him to bits. He really was good at taking pain… He rubbed his middle, trying to soothe the raw, tender muscles there, trying to get himself to truly release. Still, he was only managing a shuddering, low-pressure stream. Like water struggling through a hose that had a few knots and holes all through it. It hurt to keep squeezing it out, and he still felt so full… It was going to take ages to get rid of it all at this rate. He reached over to the sink and flicked it on. Once the water warmed up, he rolled his glove off his hand and plunged his skin beneath the spray. That did the trick. His valve finally opened the rest of the way, and he started to spray. Immediately, the relief he’d been craving overwhelmed him, making his toes curl up inside his boots. He didn’t manage to stop himself in time, and sighed loudly; “Ahhhh….” A deep blush overtook his features, the sound ridiculous to his own ears. *** Bulma stood from the toilet with a satisfied sigh. Wow, she could NOT believe she’d actually made it. She’d seriously thought she was going to pee her pants. She probably WOULD have if Vegeta hadn’t helped her walk… Stubborn guy… He should have just let Goku do it, saved himself a little bit of agony. Bulma started to pull her pants up. She’d gotten them most of the way over her thighs when Goku suddenly appeared next to her. “GAH!” She screamed, stumbling to the side and frantically zipping up. “GOKU! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING H—“ “I didn’t know you were still in here!” Goku stammered. “I—“ “WHERE ELSE WOULD I BE?!” “I just didn’t want you to wonder where Vegeta and me went, I didn’t want you to worry—“ “I could have figured that out just FINE on my own!” Bulma fumed, stomping over to the sink. She cranked it on and splashed some water onto her red face. She groaned. “PLEASE tell me Vegeta isn’t STILL trying to hold it for some asinine reason…” “He’s not,” Goku said. “He was running off as soon as I got him home.” “That’s good,” Bulma relaxed some more. “Couldn’t you have waited a few more minutes before showing up? Why do you always have to embarrass me?” “I didn’t mean to!” “You’re lucky you haven’t done that to Vegeta, he’d probably knock you through a wall…” “Oh… Well, actually I DID do that to him once, and he DIDN’T try to kill me!” “You— You what?!” *** Vegeta wasn’t startled when Kakarot and Bulma arrived beside him. He’d been expecting it. He was just glad that Kakarot had kept his promise about not teleporting to him whenever his chi felt ‘loose and floaty’. Vegeta was sure his energy must have felt that way a couple minutes ago when he’d still been relieving himself. Kakarot had learned his lesson about such things. There was no need to worry about it anymore. But, Kakarot was apologizing to Bulma a bunch of times for some reason. How the Hell had he managed to annoy her so much so quickly?! “Just DON’T do it again,” Bulma said. “I won’t! I won’t!” Kakarot said. “I swear!” “What did he do?!” Vegeta demanded, already glaring at Kakarot. Bulma sighed, “Nothing. Just forget about it, oka—“ “I accidentally teleported to her while she was pulling her pants up!” Kakarot said. “And I’m REALLY, REALLY sorr—“ “KAKAROT!” Vegeta yelled. “I—“ “YOU. ME. GRAVITY ROOM. NOW.” “Vegeta, you’re EXHAUSTED,” Bulma pointed out. “No sparring toda—“ She didn’t even have time to finish before the two of them were rushing off, Vegeta shouting the whole way. Bulma groaned. She decided that from now on, whenever possible, if they all had to travel somewhere together, she’d just let Goku teleport them.
  3. Another from the same series. *** Vegeta understood the need for him to be on this trip; Bulma was winning an award for one of her inventions, of COURSE Vegeta had to be there to watch her accept it. He WANTED to be there to see her accept it, he was proud of her! What he didn’t understand at ALL was why Kakarot had to be here too. None of their other friends were tagging along, JUST Kakarot. What he understood even LESS were the sleeping arrangements at the hotel. “I’m going to be up all night rehearsing my speech,” Bulma said. “And, the last time I did something like that, you were in a terrible mood all day from being kept awake. So, this time, it’s best if we don’t share a room.” Okay. Fine. That was all well and good. Vegeta could definitely remember the last time Bulma had kept him awake until morning, it had been aggravating and he’d spent the entirety of the next day snapping at everyone and everything… Even more than he usually did! And, while he’d grown accustomed to sleeping beside Bulma, he could manage being alone for one night. Except, as it turned out, he wasn’t going to be alone. “Why the Hell do I have to share a room with Kakarot?!” Vegeta demanded once it was all explained to him. He couldn’t make sense of it! It wasn’t as though Bulma couldn’t AFFORD three separate hotel rooms! “What’s the big deal?” Bulma asked. “You and Goku have slept in the same room before.” “Well, I didn’t have a choice those times!” “You don’t have a choice THIS time,” Bulma said. “I do. Just get Kakarot his own room.” But, Bulma had just shaken her head, and made some comment about Vegeta’s Saiyan hearing, and how Kakarot ‘might be useful’ to him once they got there. Vegeta had no idea what THAT was supposed to mean, and made it VERY clear that he didn’t approve of this. Goku, on the other hand, understood it all right away, especially after Bulma told him Vegeta had never stayed at a hotel before and likely wasn’t picturing it accurately. Goku WAS familiar with hotels, he knew that they could sometimes be noisy. He knew that, with the strong ears of a Saiyan, it was easy to overhear people in other rooms. Goku also knew that Vegeta struggled to accomplish certain, important things if he could hear people talking or moving around near him. “Oh, okay. Yeah, I get why you want me to come,” Goku said. “Well, I DO want you to hear my speech too,” Bulma said. “I’m not JUST inviting you so you can help Vegeta with his… ‘Thing’ if any problems come up.” “I will help, though,” Goku assured. “Don’t worry— Worst case scenario, I should at least be able to teleport him somewhere that he’ll feel more comfortable.” “Thank you,” Bulma said, relieved. “That’s one less thing to worry about. And, I know I shouldn’t have to tell you this, but don’t let Vegeta find out why you guys are sharing a room.” “I won’t.” *** The day they left on their trip, both Vegeta and Kakarot groaned when Bulma insisted they drive so they could all go together. “Just allow me to teach you how to fly!” Vegeta complained. “It’s so much faster, and there are way fewer idiots up in the sky than there are on the road!” “No, Vegeta,” Bulma said. “The only way I’m leaving the ground is if I’m in a plane, you KNOW this.” “I could just use instant transmission!” Kakarot offered. “You said your parents are already there, so I only have to find their chi. I’ll have us there in half a second!” “I can’t believe I’m saying, but I agree with Kakarot,” Vegeta said, surprised that his rival seemed to share his dislike of cars. “I want to drive,” Bulma said. “It will give me time to think over my speech, decide if I want to change anything.” “Then let US fly,” Vegeta suggested. “I’m the one with all the check-in information,” Bulma said. “And, I don’t want to know what kind of trouble will be caused by the two of you getting bored inside this hotel.” “What’s the worst that could happen?” Vegeta scoffed. Bulma sighed, “It has an all-you-can-eat buffet,” she stated. “One that I’m not banned from yet?!” Kakarot asked, getting excited. Vegeta groaned. “Case closed,” Bulma said. “Get in the car.” Vegeta and Kakarot grumbled as they did as they’d been asked. Vegeta had no idea what Kakarot had against car rides. Vegeta knew why HE hated them; They were slow, having to wait for other cars was infuriating, and when other drivers failed to obey the rules of the road he was enraged. But, Kakarot was okay with taking it easy sometimes, the speed shouldn’t bother him too much, and he doubted Kakarot got that angry at other drivers, either. It just wasn’t in his nature to go into a spitting, blind fury because someone had cut him off. It didn’t take Vegeta too long to find out why Kakarot didn’t like riding in cars, though. And, recalling the misery of the drive to Trunks’s parent-teacher conference, Vegeta was surprised it hadn’t occurred to him. Kakarot’s bladder was FAR smaller than Vegeta’s, and he’d be feeling the bumps in the road and the pressure of his seat-belt just as strongly. And, with someone else driving, he couldn’t stop whenever and wherever he wanted to. When he heard Kakarot start to whine, “Bulma! You gotta pull over! Now!” everything clicked. Kakarot didn’t like long drives because he wasn’t able to hold it through them. He chose to announce his need for the restroom while they were on a barren road, though. Nowhere to stop. Not even any foliage to pee behind, as Kakarot so often did. “I can’t right now, Goku,” Bulma said. “You should have said something when we passed that gas station a while ago.” “I didn’t have to pee then!” Kakarot complained. “Just pull over, let me go here!” “No,” Bulma said. “There’s nowhere for you TO go.” “I can just do it in the dirt, come on!” “There are other cars out here, somebody might spot you.” “So?” Kakarot asked, shifting his legs back and forth and tapping his feet. “You could get in trouble,” Bulma said. “I had to pay ENOUGH of those fines for you when you were little.” Vegeta quirked a brow. “Fines?” “For public urination,” Bulma explained. “I’m not letting him get ANOTHER of those today.” Vegeta was still perplexed. With as often as Kakarot peed outside, if that resulted in a fine on this planet, then Kakarot should be completely broke by now. As the notion settled in his thoughts further, a buzzing formed in his chest. HE peed outdoors sometimes, if it was absolutely necessary and he was sure no one could spot him. But, if there was a chance he’d be FINED for that… Money was no issue for him, but the utter embarrassment of it all was a completely different story. He glared out the car window. Just fantastic, a new thing to worry about! “Come ooooon,” Kakarot pleaded. “There aren’t any police around here, so who’s gonna give me a fine?!” Vegeta relaxed a bit. Not only would someone have to SEE him for him to be fined— Meaning that he wouldn’t have been able to pee at all to begin with— that person would also need to be a member of the police. He would NOT be publicly humiliated the next time he needed to relieve himself in the woods. “Hold it, Goku,” Bulma said. “I’m just trying to keep you out of trouble.” Kakarot kept shifting and wriggling, “But, Bulma! It’s gonna come out!” “I’m sure there will be a place to stop soon,” Bulma told him. “If… If there’s not one in half an hour, then you can go outside. How’s that? The longest you’ll have to wait is just thirty more minutes.” “Okay, deal!” Kakarot said. “Don’t barter with that idiot,” Vegeta scolded. “It’s his own fault that he needs to go so badly. He should have done it earlier, as you said.” “Vegetaaa,” Kakarot whined. “I didn’t have to go then! I— Ah!” He made a pained, wincing noise as the car hit over a bump and evidently gave an awful jolt to his full bladder. That lurch was also responsible for bringing the first few thrums of need from Vegeta’s bladder to his attention. The feeling faded after a few seconds, but Vegeta was aware now that he wasn’t empty, that he was starting to re-fill after the pee he’d taken right before they’d left. And that, unlike Kakarot, going on the side of the road in thirty minutes wasn’t an option. Nor would he be able to make use of a gas station if they stopped at one. All he could do was hold it in until they got to the hotel. He had no doubt that he’d be able to pee at the hotel. Bulma had explained to him what it would be like, and that it would be similar to his room at home. Since he could easily relieve himself THERE, then the hotel should be fine, too. His only worry was actually GETTING there before his bladder started to hurt him— Before his urge got bad enough that he was fidgeting around like the imbecile in the backseat. Kakarot kept squirming, when Vegeta glanced back at him, he had folded in half and grabbed ahold of himself. Vegeta couldn’t fight the blush that emerged as he watched, and he quickly faced back in the other direction. The next time he looked at Kakarot, he was putting his fingers against his forehead, his eyes squeezed shut. “Are you trying to use instant transmission…?” He asked. “Yes!” Kakarot whined, bouncing in his seat. “But, I can’t concentrate!” “Goku, come on,” Bulma sighed. “It’s just a few more minutes.” Vegeta wished that he hadn’t, but he noticed the distinct differences between how Bulma treated him and how she treated Kakarot in this kind of situation. Any time Vegeta managed to tell her that he needed to go while they were out together— or he failed to keep his squirming subtle enough and she realized his bladder was full on her own— she didn’t respond to him like this. She NEVER groaned and told him to just hold it, nor did she tell him he should have relieved himself earlier. Instead, she’d encourage him to pee right away wherever they were, and when he inevitably refused and insisted he needed to go home, she would nod and allow him to do so. And, he NEVER begged and pleaded like Kakarot was doing. He’d just stammer and mumble the vaguest acknowledgement of his need that he could, and Bulma would let him go. Kakarot was acting FAR more desperate than Vegeta would EVER be able to allow himself to, but Bulma was just rolling her eyes and telling him to be patient. Vegeta shifted uncomfortably as he thought that over. Bulma was being far gentler with him, basically coddling him because of how awful his Problem was. Of course, he didn’t WANT Bulma to scold him or forbid him from flying home when he desperately needed to, but the realization that she was adjusting her behavior because he needed to be ‘accommodated’ stung. He wasn’t supposed to need special treatment over something as simple as pissing. ‘She only treats you differently because you’re married,’ Vegeta told himself. ‘It has nothing to do with your Problem. She just favors you over Kakarot— Like EVERYONE should!’ He knew that wasn’t it, though… Or at least, not ALL of it. They found a gas station eventually, and Vegeta watched Kakarot sprint out of the car, his hands between his legs the whole time he was running. Vegeta’s face burned with a confusing amount of embarrassment, HE wasn’t the one blatantly behaving like a fool… He wasn’t even getting out of the car. He had no reason to. Once Kakarot had entered the restroom, Vegeta found that he had to try VERY hard not to think about what his rival was doing in there. Vegeta’s own bladder was cramping quite a bit more now, and the knowledge that Kakarot was now accomplishing yet ANOTHER thing that Vegeta was incapable of was making the pressure hurt worse. He tried not to think about how relieved Kakarot must have been feeling, tried not to let the familiar grip of envy take hold of him once more— Not over something so STUPID! He shifted his legs just slightly, moving one ankle over the other. His gaze flew to Bulma beside him, and he relaxed a bit when she didn’t appear to be watching him. But, now his insides were demanding him to KEEP moving. Now that he’d allowed himself to squirm a little, he wanted to do it more… He gripped his knees to prevent them from bouncing, and hoped they weren’t THAT far from the hotel. Kakarot came back, and the moron was carrying some massive soda cups for some idiotic reason. “Vegeta, you gotta try this,” Kakarot said once he got back in the car. “It’s so good!” “Kakarot, after all that bitching and moaning you did about needing to piss, why the Hell would you drink so much?!” “Why not? It isn’t like I still have to pee now,” Goku shrugged. “But, if you drink ALL of that, then you’re just going to—“ “And, besides, one of them is for you, or Bulma… Whichever one of you wants it.” Vegeta sighed as he accepted the cup. It was so big… The only way Vegeta would ever drink THAT much would be if he was at home and knew he wouldn’t have any reason to leave for the next several hours. No way was he drinking it when he was stuck in a car with no idea as to when they’d reach the hotel. Kakarot was noisily slurping from his cup, and it was getting on Vegeta’s nerves. The tingles in his midsection fluttered a little more violently as he was subjected to the sound. His urge for relief was worsening— And, even more aggravating than that, it was making him feel thirsty. He hadn’t had anything to drink yet today— A necessary precaution for a long trip like this. Now, his throat was painfully dry. The full soda cup resting beside him was extremely tempting, and the more he had to listen to Kakarot drink, the worse he felt. ‘One sip…’ Vegeta commanded himself. ‘Just ONE. Enough to get rid of that sand-paper feeling— Nothing more.’ He reached for the cup and took a small, deeply hesitant sip. He knew that a few drops of soda would not be enough to break his bladder, but he was so timid about putting ANY liquid into himself when he’d have no way to get it back out again. When the fluid wetted his tongue, erasing the chalky sensation there, he felt a bit better. He really WAS thirsty… And, dammit, Kakarot was right! This soda DID taste amazing. He swallowed, and immediately had the urge to drink more. ‘No. No more,’ he thought. ‘A good warrior must be capable of restraint!’ Kakarot kept drinking, loudly… Vegeta managed to ignore the soda for a few more minutes. It wasn’t easy. Now that he’d had ONE sip of something cold and wet, it was like he’d activated all of the nerve-endings in his throat and he was even MORE aware of how dehydrated he was. One, tiny sip hadn’t quenched his thirst, but had instead made it much worse. Eventually, the dry feeling got to be too much, and he took another sip. Fuck, it was delicious, and it felt so good pouring down his throat… Just a LITTLE bit more shouldn’t hurt, right? Just— Just a couple more swallows, just until his tongue stopped feeling so withered. *** ‘DAMMIT!’ Vegeta thought a little while later, when he realized he’d finished the entire cup. He certainly wasn’t thirsty anymore… But, he couldn’t take much relief in that, since he knew where all of that liquid was now heading, about to flood into a container that didn’t have a properly functional exit… His urge to pee had gotten a bit worse, it still wasn’t horrific or agonizing, but he could no longer ignore it, especially not with the knowledge of how much he’d just had to drink. He knew he had to stop thinking about it, concentrating on his bladder would just invite it to fill up faster. He was so frustrated with himself, though. How could he have allowed himself to drink all that, when he KNEW full well how badly it would turn out for him?! ‘Stupid Kakarot, why’d he have to give me this anyway?!’ Speaking of Kakarot, the fool had finished his OWN soda ages ago, and was once again shuffling around in the backseat and pleading for a stop. Finally, to placate him, Bulma said something that instantly made Vegeta feel better. “We’re ALMOST at the hotel, Goku. Could you please hold on until then?” “Mmmmf, I’ll try!” Kakarot whined. “But, I have to go so bad!” Vegeta relaxed slightly. They were close to the hotel, and he had no reason to think he wouldn’t be able to pee there. They’d arrive, and he’d be able to take care of himself easily, with no one else needing to know about it. “Hold it in, Goku,” Bulma sighed. “You can do it.” “H—How much longer?” Kakarot asked, and Vegeta heard him squirming a little faster. “Thirty minutes,” Bulma said. “Alright? It won’t be that bad, I promise.” “Th—Thirty minutes,” Kakarot repeated. “Okay, okay… I think I can do thirty minutes.” Vegeta calmed down a bit more. HE could DEFINITELY do thirty minutes. He shifted a little in his seat when he remembered he and Kakarot were going to be sharing a room— Of course, he would have to let Kakarot go first. The idiot was about to piss his pants, after all. And, if Vegeta asked to take the first turn, that would be an admission that he was desperate— Such admissions were not permitted, and he WASN’T desperate! Not really, anyway. He couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would feel to release his bladder, and his thighs were pressed a bit tightly together… And, yeah, maybe his legs were starting to shake a little, and he had to keep gripping his knees to keep them from bouncing. But, he was fine. He knew he could hold WAY more than this. He was fine. Thirty more minutes… When they finally got to the hotel, Vegeta had sweat on his brow, and he was constantly gripping his knees to force his legs to stay still. He was hyper-aware of Bulma beside him, and in spite of how much energy he was putting towards keeping himself still, he was convinced that he was SOMEHOW being obvious anyway, and that Bulma could easily tell that his bladder was throbbing urgently. Standing up for the first time in several hours was unpleasant. ‘Pathetic,’ he thought scornfully when his knees tried to buckle. ‘It’s just standing!’ But, his bladder was protesting loudly, and he felt like if he didn’t balance his weight JUST right, he’d end up doubling over and Bulma would know everything. “Mmmf!” Kakarot whimpered as he got out of the car. He was ALREADY doubling over, pitiful fool that he was… Vegeta felt his eyelid spasm when he saw Kakarot start to spring across the parking lot, over to a tree. No. Hell no. If… If Vegeta had to hold it, then so did Kakarot! “What are you doing, you moron?!” Kakarot looked back over his shoulder. “Goku, no!” Bulma scolded him. “Wait until we’re inside.” Kakarot anxiously stopped what he was doing and just continued to squirm as they entered the hotel. Vegeta tried to stay as far away from Kakarot as Bulma handled everything to get them checked in. Kakarot was being so… So OBVIOUS. Even if he would shut the HELL up and stop whining to Bulma about how much he had to pee, his constant fidgeting and bouncing would still be enough! How could Kakarot stand to ACT that way in public? Vegeta felt disgraced and ashamed if he squirmed that blatantly when he was ALONE! Vegeta was feeling himself burn up just watching Kakarot fidget. The embarrassment of being seen NEAR him when he was acting like this was almost as bad as if Vegeta had been the one dancing around like a complete imbecile. “Why isn’t there a bathroom in the lobby?” Kakarot complained as he paced in place beside Bulma. “That’s not fair.” Vegeta groaned and tried to act as though he’d never seen Kakarot before in his entire life. Without his notice, his foot had begun to tap with impatience. Yes. Impatience. And nothing else… He was also becoming aware of something else. His body was coming alive, and he could sense a ton of unfamiliar chi signals here. He knew he ought to have expected that, other people would be staying in this hotel too. But, since he couldn’t STOP sensing that energy, it was a little annoying. Distracting. He hoped the sensation wouldn’t keep him awake tonight. “Okay,” Bulma said, turning to Kakarot. “This is for yours and Vegeta’s r—“ Kakarot grabbed the key out of her hand, “Vegeta, come on! Hurry!” Vegeta sighed and started to follow Kakarot, but stopped him when they reached the elevator. “No, Kakarot. We’re taking the stairs.” Kakarot looked at him as if he were being tortured… Which he kind of was. “What?! No, Vegeta! If you wanna race me up the stairs, I can’t do that right n—“ “That’s not the reason,” Vegeta said. “I just highly doubt your ability to hold still in there. And, if you tap your foot as hard as you’ve BEEN doing it, you’ll break the elevator. And there are few things I want LESS than to be stuck in an elevator with YOU when you’re about to piss yourself.” His bladder pinched and his tip flared, reminding him that being stuck in an elevator would be a miserable time for him for a LOT of reasons. He shifted, very slightly, trying to calm the thrashing inside him. “Well, if the elevator gets stuck, we can blast our way out,” Kakarot reasoned. “Bulma will kill us,” Vegeta said. “Just walk up the stairs. I know you’re capable of that.” Kakarot’s eyes were watering, “But, I might… You know…” Kakarot was actually blushing… That was… Weird to see. “You won’t,” Vegeta groaned. “Now, come on.” Kakarot whimpered and complained the whole way up the stairs. His teeth were gritting, he was dragging his feet, and pausing every couple steps to jiggle around and take some stabilizing breaths. Vegeta actually… Slowed his pace a little. Not out of ‘concern’ or any asinine feeling like that, but merely because… Well, it would reflect poorly on ALL Saiyans if Kakarot pissed himself in public. That was all. They got to their room. Kakarot’s hands were shaking so badly that he couldn’t unlock the door. He dropped the key a few times, and Vegeta had to try very hard not to let out a laugh that would have surely sent his own bladder into spasms. But, once Kakarot started to position his hands as if he were about to BLAST the door open, Vegeta had to step in. “Let ME do it, incompetent clown…” Vegeta grumbled, unlocking the door for him. “Thank you!” Kakarot exclaimed, rushing in. Vegeta stepped in after him, and there were problems. First, the idiot hadn’t bothered shutting the door to the restroom, so Vegeta had to quickly turn away to avoid having to watch him piss. Second, Kakarot was being so damned loud. His stream was gushing out with an ear-splitting hiss, and the fool was moaning his head off, too. Vegeta’s bladder gave a cramping lurch at the noises, and without meaning to, he started to bounce on his toes. He stepped further into the room in an attempt to escape that obnoxious sound, and was met with another, even worse problem. One bed. WHAT?! Bulma had ASSURED him that they would at least have separate beds! He was going to have to convince Kakarot to sleep on the floor again. And he could STILL hear the idiot pissing! Why did he have to gasp and pant and sigh so much?! Vegeta kicked off his boots and laid down on the bed, he turned on his side and covered his ears because… Because that sound was just so ANNOYING. That was it! And… And his thighs were just tensing up because he was THAT annoyed, yeah! His legs were only trying to cross because of how much Kakarot was irritating him. Kakarot finished after a few more seconds. Vegeta rolled his eyes when the fool exited the restroom without washing his hands off— Another reason to make Kakarot stay on the floor tonight, he had atrocious hygiene. “Oh, man…” Kakarot said. “That’s a lot better.” Vegeta sat up, thought his legs looked a little TOO close together, and forced them to inch outwards until he was sure it didn’t look like he had to pee at all. His spine shuddered when the next spasm went through him. “Fantastic, Kakarot,” he sighed, gesturing to the bed. “We have bigger problems right now.” Kakarot looked at him for a second, confusion etched on his face. “Oh, I’m sorry, Vegeta!” He said finally. “Yeah, you’re gonna have to sleep on th—“ “I didn’t realize you had to go, too! I shoulda shut the door to muffle the sound just now, huh?” Vegeta twitched. How— How could he tell?! How could he ALWAYS tell?! Vegeta looked down at himself, he didn’t think he looked tense… Well, not any tenser than usual, anyway. “I— Kakarot, I’m referring to the BED.” Kakarot looked at it. “What about it?” “There’s only one,” Vegeta said. Kakarot shrugged, “Yeah, but it’s a big bed. We’ll both fit.” “That isn’t the point.” “… What IS the point, then?” “The point is that I don’t WANT to sleep with you.” “We’ve slept near each other before,” Kakarot said. “What’s the big deal?” He glanced at Vegeta again. “You need to use the restroom…” Why did he have to say that so loudly?! Or at all?! “Kakarot, shut up about that—“ “Um…” Kakarot trailed off. “Hmm… So, what will work best for you here? I could go back downstairs for a bit, so you’ll have lots of privacy. Oh, and I’ll go to the buffet, so I won’t even be THINKING about what you’re doing in here.” Vegeta decided that probably WOULD be the easiest way to handle this. Sure, he could pee around Kakarot, but it was still easiest if he was by himself. He was going to be alone, so he wouldn’t NEED Kakarot to keep watch for him, or… Say anything. “Fine,” he said. “Don’t get banned from the buffet.” “No promises,” Kakarot said. “But, I’ll try.” That was probably the best Vegeta could ask for. Once Kakarot had left, Vegeta stepped into the restroom. He locked the door. He was surprised by the state of the toilet, Kakarot’s aim wasn’t AS bad as he’d thought it would be. He readied himself to go, and… Nothing. He didn’t get too worried, though. It ALWAYS took a couple minutes. He had expected this. What he hadn’t expected was to STILL be feeling all those unfamiliar chis inside the hotel, and for that to make him continually grow tense rather than start to loosen up. ‘Ignore them,’ he ordered himself. ‘They’re in different rooms. No one know that you’re… Trying to void.’ He shut his eyes, tried to block out the chis, reminding himself again and again that he was alone, behind a locked door. That, even if he could SENSE people, they still weren’t close enough to listen to his stream pour out. He felt a sharp throb right at his opening, and started to press into that since he knew it would bring him the relief he needed if he just pushed hard enough now. But, then he realized he could sort of HEAR people in the other rooms, too. And, the urgent pinch at his tip faded away, leaving nothing but a scorching, disappointing throb harshly careening through his bladder and down his length. ‘Dammit…’ Vegeta thought. ‘Come on, you are ALONE. You can DO this. You’re stronger than this! You’re too powerful to lose to your bladder!’ As he went through a mental list of all the things Kakarot tended to say to him during this moments, it began to dawn on him exactly WHY Bulma had wanted the two of them to share a room. Bulma had known that this was going to happen. Bulma had known that he was going to need Kakarot. That realization tightened his uncooperative holding muscles up more than anything. Bulma had just EXPECTED him to need help; Help with something that he should NEVER need help with! Help with something that he should have been able to manage just FINE on his own! And the worst part was that she was RIGHT. The shame that overtook him then was breathtaking. He was becoming so dependent on Kakarot for something so BASIC and necessary! This shouldn’t have been happening. He shouldn’t need Kakarot like this. He should have been fixing it himself. It was getting late. He was kind of hungry, but he didn’t want to join Kakarot in the buffet when his bladder was still aching so much. He allowed himself to hope Kakarot would just save him something, he was going to dedicate all of this alone time towards ridding himself of this awful pressure. First, he tried flicking on the sink, he tried listening to IT instead of the faint voices he could hear from the other rooms. His bladder swelled and convulsed, as if the water was battering right up against it, but it failed to release. Grumbling, he tore off one of his gloves, then turned on the hot tap. Once the water was warm enough, he shoved his palm beneath the faucet. His entire midsection felt like it was on fire, and he felt a dull ache begin to creep up his back, the prelude to the ultimate torture that his bladder could inflict on him. He tried not to think of the pain that was on the horizon if he didn’t get himself emptied soon. Maybe… Maybe MORE warm water would work. Another idea was forming. He didn’t like it. It was unsanitary, and he’d NEVER consider doing such a thing if he were at home, but here, in a hotel room… That shower had probably had LOTS of disgusting things take place within it. Ugh, was he seriously considering this? It was so dirty, and utterly desperate! But, Vegeta WAS desperate. His back was starting to hurt, and it was only a matter of time now before that pain increased to the scorching, agonizing acid burns that destroyed his ability to think and function. He NEEDED to get this pressure out. He went to get his pajamas, then removed his clothing. Once everything was off, he could see the gnarled bump of his full bladder. He gazed at it warily, moving his hands further away from his abdomen as he imagined what it would feel like to accidentally brush his knuckles against that. He was USED to his bladder swelling, it was a normal thing to see, but it always made him wince to be able to stare at the source of his agony. He turned the shower on, struggling to figure out how to get it to the right temperature, then stood beneath the spray. The hiss from the shower-head sounded a LOT like what Vegeta so desperately needed to do. It made him fidget a bit, rubbing his knees together anxiously and tensing his thighs. When he caught his hand moving to grasp hold of his dick, he stopped himself. The goal was to release everything right here, that was not going to happen if he squirmed and clutched at himself like he was trying to hold it back. The warm water striking him felt nice. It soothed some of the tension in his shoulders, and he hoped it would do the same for other places. He shut his eyes and did his best to focus just on the sound of running water, the feeling of it warmly gliding down his back. He pleaded for it to lull his body into a state in which it could let go. ‘Come on… Come on…’ ‘Are you kidding me, you pitiful, disgraceful little monkey?!’ Wh—What?! What the Hell?! He recognized Frieza’s voice, the disgust and scorn in it, but had trouble placing the exact time he’d heard this statement being snapped at him. He knew it had to be a memory, it sounded too real to just be something he was making up. He didn’t know WHY he was being hit by a memory of Frieza scolding him now, when all he wanted to do was relieve his overflowing bladder in the privacy of the shower, but— Something was coming back. He was six, maybe seven. His planet was gone. He was on Frieza’s ship and he had to GO. But, he didn’t dare ask Frieza for permission to do so. He couldn’t! Raditz was there too. Vegeta had to appear strong and infallible in front of the other remaining Saiyans. He was not allowed to show that he had any needs. But, he needed to go so bad. It was hurting. Frieza was yelling, at him and at Raditz. Frieza was mad because they’d gotten so filthy during their last mission, and then they’d gotten mud inside the ship. Frieza was shouting that they needed to get washed, and sent them to the showers. Frieza stayed to monitor them, even though Vegeta really didn’t want Frieza to watch. Vegeta kept his back to Frieza the whole time and tried to wash himself off as fast as possible. He was so uncomfortable. Knowing Frieza could see him made him feel gross. He was used to showering with Raditz and he didn’t mind doing it. He minded Frieza being there. The running water from the shower-heads was making him need to go even more. He kept looking at the drain and wondering if he could let himself pee here. If it would mix with the other water so no one even noticed. Suddenly, Frieza growled “Are you kidding me, you pitiful, disgraceful little monkey?!” And Vegeta looked down in a panic, worried that he’d started to go without meaning to, but he hadn’t. “How dare you do THAT in my showers?” Frieza snapped. Vegeta heard him stomping forwards, but he was going over to Raditz. “That is DISGUSTING, you learn to hold your water, you filthy brat!” Then, Vegeta could hear Raditz crying as he was beaten. Vegeta hurried to finish washing the last of the soap off, then frantically put his clothes on before bolting from the bathing room. Like a coward. A coward that couldn’t protect one of the only other survivors from his planet. Now, Vegeta shook his head, trying to rid himself of that memory. Recalling ANYTHING about Frieza right now would not help him reach his goal. Recalling a time when he was so weak that he couldn’t even TRY to defend his fellow Saiyans was not going to help him. Recalling the sound of Raditz being beaten for peeing in a shower was not going to help him. Vegeta tried for a few more minutes to both release his bladder and erase that memory from his mind. He wished that he could understand why things from so long ago still hurt him— Why they sometimes seemed to hurt him worse NOW than they had in the moment. It made no sense, and it made him feel pathetic. Like, even though Frieza was dead, Vegeta STILL didn’t have the strength to defeat him. He was losing a battle against a corpse and, since his bladder still REFUSED to empty, he was once again losing a battle against himself. Vegeta gave up eventually, got out of the shower, put on his clothes and just forced himself to climb into bed. He was overwhelmed by how badly he had to urinate now. His bladder was SEARING, and no matter which way he turned, the pressure was severe. If he laid on his back, he felt his skin stretch over that angry, urgent bump of need. If he laid on his sides, he felt the liquid inside of him sloshing and battering against his bladder’s over-stretched walls. If he laid on his stomach, all of his weight pushed down on his lower abdomen and he was in so much pain that tears formed in the corners of his eyes. Since his solitude hadn’t granted him the relief he wanted, he decided to at least take advantage of it in order to squirm. He flailed around in the bed, crossing his legs like crazy and clutching at his crotch for dear life. All the contorting and twisting helped ease the pressure a little, but it was nothing compared to what he actually needed. Kakarot returned eventually, and Vegeta quickly covered himself up with the bedsheets since holding still was an impossibility. “The buffet was really good,” he informed with a smile. “I brought you some food, in case you’re hungry.” Vegeta had to pee so bad that he felt nauseas. He couldn’t eat a thing right now. Kakarot looked at him. “Feeling sleepy, huh?” He said. “Yeah, I’m tired too… Are you gonna make me sleep on the floor like last time?” Vegeta was too uncomfortable to argue. “No. Just… Stay on YOUR side of the bed, alright? Don’t touch me, don’t get too close.” “Okay, sure,” Kakarot said, heading towards the restroom. ‘Kakarot, I couldn’t go!’ The words were right on the tip of Vegeta’s tongue, but that was where they stayed. He just couldn’t get them any further. The shame held them back. Moments later, Kakarot was in the shower, and Vegeta was holding his pillow over his ears to block out the awful sound. Vegeta tried to fall asleep. He’d gone to sleep with his bladder already full plenty of times before, but it had been quite a while since he’d last needed to do that. At home, he could ALWAYS go before bed. Ohhh, he wanted to be at home. If he was at home, he would have peed ages ago. He wouldn’t have remembered anything about Frieza. He’d be comfortable, not about to explode, not coated in shame and embarrassment. The shower switched off, and Kakarot got into bed. He was staying on his own side, just like Vegeta wanted, but now he wished Kakarot would get a little closer, close enough to notice how uncomfortable Vegeta was without Vegeta needing to say or do anything. “G’night,” Kakarot said. “Stay on your side,” Vegeta responded. Somehow, Vegeta eventually managed to fall asleep. *** Vegeta woke up on a cot, inside a cell, somewhere in the lower decks of Frieza’s ship. “What… the… Hell…” he mumbled as he sat up. His bladder gave a painful nudge, telling him that he had to empty it right away. His back ached as well, punctuating the urgency of his need. He ignored that for the moment. “Why am I—“ He stopped, concentrated. He couldn’t sense Frieza, the Ginyus, Zarbon or anyone else who would be aboard this ship. He DID, however, sense Kakarot. Okay. This was a dream, then. This was not the kind of place he wanted to visit in a dream, though. He’d been locked inside cells like this one plenty of times, especially towards the end of his stint with Frieza when he’d just gotten so fed up with everything that he’d started talking back even more than usual. The cells were miserable places. The only thing inside was the cot and a toilet— A toilet which Vegeta always refused to use until all the lights had been shut off in the ship for the night. In the early days, Frieza’s prisoners were usually able to get OUT of the cells pretty easily. Vegeta had been strong enough to bend metal bars since the age of two. But, that had just required Frieza to get creative, in lieu of bars, the cells were now equipped with a force-field, and prisoners were outfitted with special collars of Frieza’s own creation— Collars which blocked the wearer from their own chi. Whenever Vegeta was placed in a cell, he was completely powerless in every sense of the word. With Vegeta’s chi control removed, his ability to even ATTEMPT fighting back or defending himself taken away, Frieza would enter his cell and… ‘Torture’ was the only word to describe what he inflicted onto Vegeta then. What came afterwards, when Frieza was finally finished with him, was always confusing. Once Frieza had stopped hurting Vegeta, once he’d stopped berating him, clawing him, tearing him up and unleashing Hell upon him in the form of relentless chi blasts, Frieza would begin to act very strangely. With Vegeta laying there, his power stolen, his body in agony, Frieza would start to smile. And not his usual, scornful smirk, either. The smile always looked genuine. He would stroke Vegeta’s hair gently and tell him how proud he was that he’d managed to endure all of that pain so well. “You know I don’t ENJOY needing to punish you, Prince…” Frieza always said. “You are the best fighter in my entire army— You’re my favorite, remember that. My favorite… Please don’t make me have to bring you in here again. This hurts me more than it hurts you.” And Vegeta would be confused, but praise from Frieza was so rare, and he would be in so much pain, so desperate for anything that would make him feel less worthless and broken… He’d allow Frieza to continue petting his hair and praising him. It felt good, and that was what hurt most of all. Sometimes, when Frieza released Vegeta from the cell, he’d present him with some kind of gift. A new style of armor no one else had access to yet, a type of food he really enjoyed, a chance to lead during an upcoming mission… And it would still be confusing, but Vegeta couldn’t turn any of it down— Especially not food. Vegeta didn’t like to remember this cell. Why had his brain decided to take him to it in his dreams? The things that happened in here were sick beyond all measure. Pain, agony, Frieza’s claws all over him. Vegeta had nearly died in this place more times than he could count. It was one of the few places he’d ever shed tears. Vegeta couldn’t even remember everything that was done to him in here. Some incidents came to him with perfect clarity, others were foggy and blurred. Others still were just… Not there; He could recall specific things he had been placed in the cell for, could remember Frieza arriving, but then it was like he skipped ahead in time to the moment he was finally let out, only aware that SOMETHING had happened because he could still remember how much pain he’d been in. The first time he’d been here, he thought he had been six. He’d mouthed off to Frieza one too many times, demanding that he be given more challenging planets to conquer, insisting he didn’t need help from low-level scum like Raditz or a glorified babysitter like Nappa. He boasted that he could handle missions all by himself. When Frieza scoffed and sneered in response, Vegeta snapped that one day he was going to be stronger than Frieza and all his top soldiers combined. So, Frieza had put him in the cell. Frieza had returned around one hour later and hissed “It’s time you learn your place, you wretched monkey runt… You are nothing. I am your owner. And you shall remain my property until I see fit to dispose of you.” Vegeta had never been able to remember what exactly happened after that. Just that every part of his body was utterly useless afterwards, all of it only capable of sending him endless volts of pain. There was not one piece of him that didn’t feel broken and shattered, not one area that wasn’t flooded with torment. He remembered that, along with the feeling of Frieza’s claws combing his hair, petting it like he would an animal as Vegeta laid blearily on his lap. “You did it, Prince Vegeta… You made it through. I’m so proud of you, you took your punishment so well. So tough for such a little warrior. I know, that was so awful, wasn’t it? I wish I hadn’t needed to do that. If you can be a good, obedient Saiyan for me, it won’t have to happen again… I don’t like seeing you suffer so much." Now, Vegeta’s heart-rate was skyrocketing just from being back here again, his awareness that it was only a dream did absolutely nothing to soothe him. ‘You’re sleeping, you’re sleeping, you’re sleeping,’ Vegeta reminded himself. ‘You can sense Kakarot. You know you’re not really here.’ But, everything looked real. It looked exactly how he remembered it. Even the blood stains on the cot were the same. His bladder pulsed again. He wanted to wake up and go empty it. He wanted to wake up and… And just not be HERE anymore. He tried to summon his chi and allow it to build inside of himself, which usually caused him to wake up. Not this time, though. He couldn’t feel his own chi, as if the collar was actually working. As if all of this was real. ‘Kakarot is near you!’ Vegeta thought desperately. ‘And Kakarot was never HERE, that means it’s not real.’ He pinched his thigh, he needed to wake up. He couldn’t be here anymore. His urge to pee was worsening, but that paled in comparison to how badly he just did NOT want to be in this room. ‘Wake up, wake up!’ He didn’t wake up. Vegeta tried to focus really, REALLY hard on his need for the restroom, hoping that IT would prompt his body into wakefulness. He zeroed in on the discomfort straining inside his lower abdomen, the constant thrumming buzz of his building desperation. He even tried to ‘exaggerate’ how bad it was, telling himself that he was about to burst and couldn’t hold it another second, in a vain attempt to get himself to open his eyes. ‘Wake up! Wake up, or you’ll wet the bed!’ If his bladder didn’t wake him up, then what would? His pulse was already racing with fear as he had a bad feeling he knew what this dream was about to force him to relive. Frieza appeared on the other side of the forcefield. He punched in a code and entered the cell. “Well, Prince Vegeta, how have you been enjoying your confinement?” Vegeta said nothing and pleaded with himself to wake up. He didn’t bother trying to take ‘control’ of this dream and blast Frieza to death, he already knew that it wouldn’t work. He didn’t have any control here, he was going to be put through everything again. It was going to happen again. “Answer me, monkey!” Frieza snapped when Vegeta stayed quiet for too long. “I—It’s… Fine…” Vegeta said. He couldn’t remember what he’d said to Frieza in real-life when he’d been in here. All he could remember was how loud he had screamed, how his vocal cords had fried, how his ears had rung, how his shrieks of pain had made his body hurt even worse but he’d been completely incapable of holding them in. “Just fine?” Frieza asked, putting a hand to his chest in mock-offense. “You insult me, Prince. I went to all this trouble making these lovely accommodations just for you, I even got you that nice collar.” Vegeta felt the collar, it was choking him. It felt so real. ‘Kakarot…’ Vegeta told himself. ‘Focus on Kakarot. He’s right there.’ He hated himself for all the reminders, for the way that Kakarot’s presence was the only thing making him feel okay as he was overcome with terror from a stupid nightmare. “Oh, Vegeta, is that making it hard for you to breathe?” Frieza’s tail flicked. “How about I help you with that?” Before Vegeta could react, Frieza’s tail had lashed out and wound itself around his throat. “Gih—Guh—!” ’This is a dream,’ Vegeta thought again and again and again. But, all the reassurances in the world couldn’t make the pain fade. He could feel himself losing oxygen, could feel the bones in his neck starting to break as Frieza’s tail squeezed against them. Frieza kept tightening the grip until those bones were just about to snap apart, and then he eased up. He just wouldn’t stop… “I am not going to make this fast for you,” Frieza warned. “I’ve had enough of your defying me. You will pay the price.” Vegeta’s need to pee was getting worse, too. He tried to focus on that pain, because he knew IT was real. He knew IT posed a real danger. The sensations of Frieza trying to break his neck were all fake, he wasn’t ACTUALLY about to suffocate. But, the pressure in his bladder DID exist, and if he didn’t keep control over it, he’d burst and pee the bed— Which would be beyond terrible since he could still sense Kakarot near him. ‘Kakarot… Kakarot…’ Vegeta chanted to himself in his mind. ‘He’s there. You’re okay. This is fake.’ Frieza’s tail finally released Vegeta’s neck, and Vegeta crumpled onto the floor. His bladder seared more, pain flaring in his tip and he gripped his hands against the ground to avoid holding himself. He didn’t know why he was bothering, why the idea of holding himself in front of Frieza was still so shameful when he knew this was all imaginary. “Now,” Frieza said. “Are you ready to be polite?” Vegeta nodded. The room was spinning and he felt light-headed. He hoped against hope that that was a sign he was starting to wake up, but no such luck. “There’s a good monkey…” Frieza smirked. “Now, let’s see YOUR tail, shall we?” Frieza grabbed Vegeta’s tail and, preposterously, Vegeta felt the pressure. This made even less sense than the choking had! He didn’t even HAVE a tail anymore in the real-world! How could he still feel— Vegeta screamed at the top of his voice when, a moment later, he felt something sharp dig itself against the tip of his tail, felt it penetrate through the skin, through the muscle and sinew, felt it scrape against the bone. His eyes rolled back in his head as one of the worst pains he’d ever felt drove him to the brink of insanity. ‘Not real, not real!’ He kept shouting at himself. ‘Why the Hell do I still FEEL it?!” Frieza shoved him forwards, releasing his tail. Vegeta turned back around just in time to see Frieza lick the blood he’d drawn out of his tail off of his extremely long, pointy finger nail. “Well, that was amusing! I could cause you THAT much pain just with one nail? You really ARE pathetic, you know that, monkey?” Vegeta’s eyes were tearing up, and his legs were shaking. His tail hung limply, still bleeding. ‘Not real! Focus on what’s real!’ That was, perhaps, a bad decision, because when he again concentrated on his bladder, the one thing he knew was ACTUALLY causing him distress, the pins and needles inside of it caught fire, and the pressure at the base of his cock flared to life. “Ah—“ He crossed his legs, unsure of if his body was REALLY squirming in the waking world or not. He didn’t think so, because the action didn’t ease the pain in his bladder at all, nor did the jiggling and foot tapping that followed. Frieza grinned wider at him, “Oh, does the little Prince need to go pee?” ‘Dream!’ Vegeta screamed inside his mind. ‘Just— Just—‘ “Shut up!” He barked at Frieza, and his blood ran cold. “Did you just tell me to shut up?” Frieza asked. Vegeta didn’t respond, he just kept shaking, and he wasn’t sure if it was fear or desperation that was responsible. He HOPED it was just desperation, still mentally scolding himself for getting so damned scared when he KNEW none of this was actually happening. “Nnnh…” Vegeta tangled his legs up even tighter. ‘Come on, wake up! You have to use the bathroom!’ His bladder screeched and its walls strained, trying to pump something out. Nothing happened, of course. Not with Frieza WATCHING him. ‘He’s NOT watching you!’ “Ohhh, poor little monkey,” Frieza said. “He needs to go so, SO bad, doesn’t he?” He reached out a hand and cupped it over Vegeta’s bladder, which was swollen and tender to the touch. “Look at this, you’re starting to look a little round at the edges now…” Frieza gave Vegeta’s bladder a squeeze, as if it were a ripe orange. The pain of THAT felt even more real than any of the other imagined torments his dream had subjected him to. Immediately, an explosion of agony rippled through his bladder, referring up around his rib cage and crashing down against his opening. Tears started to fall and he moaned as heat built up in his length, and for a second he thought he was going to leak, but the feeling disappeared back into the throbbing, awful, urgent pulsing of his bladder yet again. “This is quite amusing, Vegeta…” Frieza said. “I may not even have to use any of my powers on you today. I can punish you fine with just my bare hands.” He mashed his hand against Vegeta’s bladder twice more, each time eliciting grunts and groans of displeasure as Vegeta’s body fought a war with itself. Then, Frieza shoved him to the floor. Vegeta quickly rolled onto his side, curling over on himself in an effort to shield his bladder from the onslaught, but Frieza forced him back around. “LOOK at me when I’m punishing you, Vegeta! I didn’t tell you you could turn away!” “I—“ “This calls for more discipline!” Frieza declared, lifting a leg and stomping down on Vegeta’s lower stomach, pressing his full weight atop Vegeta’s bladder. Vegeta’s body reacted with a surge of screaming agony, his aching sphincters lit ablaze against the grotesque pressure. His back flared and nausea burned a line up his throat. ‘Ahhh… Stop, Frieza!’ Vegeta thought. ‘Please, please! Just stop! I’m gonna be sick! I’m gonna— Not real, not real, not real!’ He was able to feel Kakarot’s chi more clearly now, and that— That was GOOD. He could sense Kakarot, which made him constantly aware that this was just a dream. He could sense Kakarot, so the real Frieza was dead. He could sense Kakarot, so none of this was happening. None of the pain was real, none of the shame, none of the humiliation. “BEG me,” Frieza commanded. “BEG me, and perhaps I will be merciful!” “Never!” Vegeta shouted. “Not even in a dream!” “Then I’m going to have to make you explode…” Frieza said, stomping once more on Vegeta’s bladder, causing the pain in Vegeta’s back to ignite with a new fury. “BEG ME!” Frieza ordered. “Beg me to let you piss, beg me like the pathetic creature you are!” “NO!” More stomping, more pain. ‘Not real, not real, not real—‘ “Pl—Please!” Vegeta cried out, and it was like the nightmare had taken complete control over him, too, forcing him to act in a way he never would, forcing him to endure the pitiful sound of his own voice, of the words he couldn’t hold back. “Please! Please, just let me relieve myself! Please, I’m begging you!” He couldn’t make the words stop coming, and his horror increased as more of them spilled forth. This was even more terrifying than any of the OTHER things his nightmare had been subjecting him to. At least, with the memories of physical torture, there had been a tiny part of him that could be proud for his ability to endure… There was nothing to take pride in here. “Please, please! I have to— I need to relieve myself! Please, let me go!” “Beg MORE,” Frieza barked. “Please, I’ll do anything!” Vegeta could do nothing to keep himself quiet, his dream-self wouldn’t obey him, his dream-self wanted him to be humiliated and ashamed. “Please! I need to go! It hurts!” Something shifted and Vegeta could feel Kakarot more strongly than ever, that was good! He wanted to keep feeling Kakarot! He needed Kakarot! *** Goku woke up, and all his grogginess faded in an instant when he registered how badly he needed to pee. His bladder was exploding, and it felt like it was caught in some kinda— Hang on, what?! Even after all of those ‘STAY ON YOUR SIDE OF THE BED!’ demands, Vegeta was pressed RIGHT up against Goku. More than that, he had his arms wrapped around Goku’s waist as tightly as he did sometimes when they fought! His legs were coiled around Goku’s as well. Vegeta was literally CLINGING to him, like he’d die if he let go, like he couldn’t get close enough to him. And, that would have been fine normally! Goku liked being hugged when he was sleepy. And Vegeta was giving him a really tight, cozy hug right now. There were just a few problems with that. First, Vegeta was the least snuggly person in the universe, so Goku was really confused by this turn of events. It was pretty warm in the room, so he doubted Vegeta was just seeking extra heat. If Vegeta woke up and discovered himself in this position, Goku knew he was going to be yelled at— It wouldn’t matter that Vegeta had been the one doing all the cuddling, he’d come up with some reasoning for why it was Goku’s fault. Second, Goku needed to use the bathroom SO bad! And, Vegeta was, indeed, latched onto him with the same amount of force he employed during battles. Whenever he gripped him this way in a fight, Vegeta always managed to get quite a few decent hits in before Goku broke free. And, in order to actually GET free, Goku would have to power up and basically LAUNCH Vegeta off of himself. Vegeta would not be pleased to be woken up that way. And Goku would be in a lot of trouble if he destroyed one of the walls here by slamming Vegeta through it. But, just wriggling out of Vegeta’s grasp didn’t tend to work. Vegeta reacted too fast, adjusting his hold in whatever way was necessary to keep Goku in place. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to do that in his sleep, though. Goku tried to squirm free, hoping that since Vegeta wasn’t alert, he wouldn’t respond to anything Goku did. Nope. Just as Goku started to ease his way out of Vegeta’s grasp, Vegeta tugged him back, hanging on even tighter. What’s worse, he’d changed the position of his arms slightly— Just enough so that he was now squeezing Goku’s bladder far worse than he had been before. “Ah—Nnnh…” Goku gritted his teeth, squirming his legs and turning around as much as he was able to. If he couldn’t get Vegeta to let go, he at least wanted those strong arms away from his bladder! He managed to get into a position that didn’t hurt AS much, but the waters inside of him refused to calm down. He had to pee, and he had to do it NOW. He thought that if he just got Vegeta’s legs untangled from his own, he’d be able to stand up and walk with Vegeta still clinging to him like this. His bladder would make that difficult, but not impossible. He tried shoving Vegeta’s legs aside, but that only prompted Vegeta to wrap their limbs tighter together. Everything Goku did only made Vegeta hold onto him even more firmly! “Vegetaaaa,” Goku whined. “Let go!” Vegeta nuzzled his face into Goku’s side, but other than that he didn’t move. This was so weird! Was Vegeta’s sleeping brain mistaking Goku for Bulma? Goku had a hard time picturing Vegeta even snuggling Bulma like this! “Vegeta,” Goku said once more. “I promise I won’t tell anybody that you hugged me all night, but ONLY if you let me get up right now!” He wasn’t planning on telling anyone about Vegeta’s strange clinging anyway, but he needed to get through to him somehow. What had gotten into him? WAS he too cold in here? Goku reached and tried to pull the blanket up around Vegeta a bit more to see if that did anything, but again Vegeta pulled Goku closer and now his fingers were kneading into his bladder! “Ouch!” Goku exclaimed as a bright hot bolt of urgency shot down his length. He felt a scorching pressure at his opening, which was immediately followed by a short dribble of pee. “Vegeta, stop it! You’re gonna make me pee the bed!” He paused then, hoping the threat would reach Vegeta’s consciousness somehow, added “I’ll pee the bed, and it’ll get on BOTH of us, so it’ll look like YOU did it too!” Vegeta remained glued to him. “Hnnng, come ON,” Goku cried, wondering how his loud voice alone hadn’t been enough to wake Vegeta up. What the Hell was he dreaming about? Goku didn’t think he was dreaming of a fight— If he was, he would have been flailing, instead of refusing to BUDGE. When Vegeta turned his head slightly, Goku was able to see his expression. His brows were furrowed like they did whenever he was angry. He was sweating, clammy, and a moment later he made a strange, distressed noise, and he shook against Goku. “… Are you having a nightmare?” Goku asked, softer now. “Is that it? Is… Is hugging me making you feel safe?” It was a strange thing to consider, Vegeta being frightened to the point that he was clinging to Goku for comfort. But, Goku didn’t think the idea was too far-fetched, either. Goku remembered the time he and Vegeta had been trapped inside of Buu’s body. They’d encountered a group of worms, and Vegeta had been REALLY freaked out. So much so that he’d stayed behind Goku, using his rival as some kind of ‘shield’ between himself and the worms. He’d even held onto Goku’s shoulders a couple of times, so tightly that they'd ached. And Goku had just LET him do all that. He hadn’t given Vegeta a hard time about it, either. Instead he’d just carried on as if it wasn’t even happening, giving NO acknowledgement to Vegeta’s fear. If letting Vegeta hide behind him and cling onto him made him feel better, then Goku didn’t mind. He’d understood that was what Vegeta needed. He’d understood that, if Vegeta was ALLOWING himself to behave in such a way, he must have been extremely scared, and denying him comfort, or teasing him for it even a little, would have been cruel. Vegeta seemed to be having an atrocious nightmare, he was scared and he needed comfort. And… If clinging to Goku GAVE him that comfort, then Goku supposed he could let it happen. Even if he did really, REALLY need to pee… “It’s okay, Vegeta,” Goku said, trying to ignore the sharp, brutal throbs in his bladder. “I… Mmmf… I can hold it a little longer.” Still, he made one more attempt to wake Vegeta up, giving him a gentle nudge. “You’re just having a bad dream, open your eyes and it’ll be over.” Vegeta’s nightmare was too strong, though. He didn’t wake up, and Goku felt bad. He didn’t know what Vegeta’s brain was choosing to torment him with tonight, but if it was making Vegeta THIS scared, it must have been awful. Goku kept watching him for a few seconds. Then, anxiously, he put a hand onto Vegeta’s shoulder and rubbed it. Vegeta would KILL him if he saw that, but it just felt like the right thing to do now. As did his next words, “Whatever’s scaring you, I’m sure you’re strong enough to beat it.” He squirmed as much as he could with Vegeta wrapped around him. His lower stomach actually hurt from how desperately he had to pee. He was even feeling a little nauseated by the continued pressure. But, he thought Vegeta needed him right now more than HE needed a bathroom. He smoothed his hand down Vegeta’s side, again all-too-aware of how furious his friend would be for such an action. “It’s alright, Vegeta. It’s just a dream,” he said. He tensed his thighs up against another awful jolt from within. He wasn’t fast enough, and a quick jet of liquid hissed between his legs. “It’s… Mmmf…” Goku winced, feeling sweat pouring down his face. “It’s gonna be okay. Everybody has nightmares sometimes. You can defeat this one.” Vegeta’s eyes finally opened and, when they did, they blew wide. Goku expected him to start shouting at him. ‘WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING ME, KAKAROT?! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT STAYING ON YOUR SIDE OF THE BED?!’ He expected Vegeta to pull away from him as if he were the most disgusting thing in the universe. He expected Vegeta to threaten him to NEVER speak of this accidental snuggling again. But, none of that happened. What happened instead utterly confused Goku. Vegeta released him, and shook like he was in an earthquake. His arms spasmed uncontrollably as he wrapped them around himself, his chest was heaving, and a strange noise came out of his mouth. He was breathing, but it sounded all wrong. Rapid-fire inhales and exhales, and it was like he still wasn’t getting enough air into his lungs, because his breathing speed continued to increase, becoming more and more desperate. His chi was going totally ballistic, too. Rising and falling in rapid waves, flaring out of control. Goku was usually so GOOD at reading body-language, especially Vegeta’s. He was good at predicting what a person would do next based on how they were moving now. But this time he just didn’t understand, he had no idea what Vegeta was doing, or what he was going to do. He knew Vegeta was really scared, however this seemed like something MORE than that. “Vegeta?!” Goku asked, startled. “What’s happening?! Are you okay?!” “K—Kakar— Kakar—“ Vegeta struggled, then seemed to just give up, he continued to hug himself, continued to fight for air, and Goku didn’t understand! Goku tried rubbing his back, because he didn’t know what to do, and he remembered that sometimes Chi-Chi rubbed HIS back when he had to get a shot and it made him feel better. He had no idea what to say. Everything about this was so confusing to him, he thought Vegeta probably needed Bulma right now, but Bulma wasn’t HERE, and Goku wasn’t sure how to fix this— He didn’t even know what was WRONG with Vegeta! Feeling Vegeta’s chi continuing to spike and flare, Goku concentrated harder and tried to transfer some of his OWN energy into his friend. He tried to put every bit of relaxation and calm into it that he could. This required him to un-focus completely from his bladder and he started to leak slowly, but he ignored that. He just kept rubbing Vegeta’s back, and when Vegeta’s chi started to calm down and his breathing began to slow, Goku hoped that meant he was doing something right. What was happening? Goku had never done THAT after a nightmare before. But, Vegeta had sure had a lot of really scary things happen to him before. Maybe that meant his nightmares were scarier than Goku’s? “V— Vegeta…?” He began, hesitant. Vegeta’s breathing and energy had both stabilized, and now he was just sitting there, his face pale save for splotches of red. His eyes squeezed closed. He still had his arms around himself, his legs were fidgeting. Goku’s bladder throbbed again, and he felt a trickle escape. He pushed a hand against his crotch to clamp off the flow. It hurt. He just wanted to keep peeing… Vegeta had let go of him, and Vegeta was breathing properly again. Goku could just get up and relieve himself now. But, he STILL didn’t feel right leaving Vegeta alone right now. “Kakarot…” Vegeta managed to say. “Do NOT tell anyone about… That…” “I won’t,” Goku promised, adjusting his position slightly so he could look directly into Vegeta’s eyes. His bladder sloshed, protesting even that tiny motion, and he needed to tighten his grip on himself to avoid another spill. “I promise. I mean, I don’t know WHAT just happened, so how would I even tell anybody?” “…Good,” Vegeta said after a moment. “What… What was that, though?” Goku asked. “I can tell you were having a nightmare, ‘cause of how you were holding onto me, and—“ Vegeta scowled and turned himself further away. “A nightmare, Kakarot?! Do you think I’m a child?” “No,” Goku said. “But, everybody has bad dreams, and I started thinking about all the stuff you’ve been through, so I was wondering if you were, like, remembering something bad, and that’s why you were so… Upset?” He made sure to avoid using the word ‘afraid’. Vegeta was already in the process of shutting down and closing Goku out, acknowledging that his friend had been feeling terrified would cause the conversation to end completely. “It was just a dream,” Vegeta said firmly, shifting around with discomfort. His shoulders shook. “I’m fine.” “But… What HAPPENED in the dream?” “That doesn’t matter.” “Vegeta…” Goku said. Internally, he was scolding himself. Vegeta didn’t WANT to discuss this, and Goku DID want to get out of bed and pee! If he dropped the subject, then they’d BOTH get what they desired— But only ONE of them would get what they actually needed. Goku needed to pee, but Vegeta needed to talk. If they didn’t do that now, then it would NEVER get done. “You can tell me,” Goku said. “No matter what it is, I won’t… Tease you, or whatever you’re so worried about. I swear.” “On Frieza’s ship, there were a few cells. I’d be sent to one whenever I managed to piss off Frieza badly enough. He’d make me wear a collar that prevented me from controlling my chi, so that I had no way to fight back, and then he’d come in and punish me. I was dreaming about that, but it was JUST a dream, so it’s no big deal. Stop worrying about it.” Goku’s eyes widened. He could only imagine what Frieza did to ‘punish’ someone, especially after he’d completely removed their ability to defend themselves. He didn’t even WANT to picture it. Just the idea of having his strength and powers cut off from him was frightening— But to then have someone as ruthless as Frieza come around and ‘punish’ him, too… Goku didn’t press Vegeta for details. He understood enough now, Vegeta’s nightmare had been a memory of himself being tortured. His clinging and hyperventilating made perfect sense. “… Do you need Bulma?” He asked. “Do you need to talk t—“ “No,” Vegeta interrupted. “Don’t disturb her rehearsing over this nonsense.” “I don’t think it’s nonsense,” Goku said. “Sounds like you got hurt super bad…” Vegeta tensed up again and grit his teeth. “If… If he hadn’t stuck that damned collar on me, I could have—“ “You could have,” Goku agreed. “That’s WHY he made you wear the collar, he didn’t want you to have a chance.” Vegeta continued to shift around, looking more uncomfortable. Goku frowned, he was trying his best to make him feel better, but he was just getting more fidgety and upset. “And, yeah, like you said— It was just a dream. Frieza’s dead now, he’ll never do anything like that again to anyo—“ “K—Kakarot!” Vegeta interrupted, squeezing his eyes shut again and shakily getting out of bed. There were tremors running all through his legs, he let go of his chest and let his hands fall down by his sides, clenching them into fists. “You— I— I must… Attend to something else right now!” “Vegeta,” Goku started to say. Vegeta was trembling so much, clearly still on-edge from his nightmare. “Come on, I wanna help y—“ “I—In a minute!” Vegeta insisted, starting to step away. He was still shaking so ba— Oh. Goku felt silly for not realizing this sooner, considering his OWN continued desperation, but now it was plainly obvious. Vegeta’s shudders weren’t from fear anymore— Or at least, not TOTALLY. Vegeta ALSO needed to pee badly. … Which meant Goku was gonna have to wait out here while Vegeta used the restroom. He was going to have to wait here, and possibly ‘encourage’ Vegeta to let it out as he so often did. He was going to have to wait until Vegeta managed to START peeing, and then for the SEVERAL minutes it always took him to finish. He was going to have to listen to his stream spraying out for ages, and just sit there in the bed and endure it. He was going to have to contain his already bursting bladder while Vegeta did what he was DYING to do. Goku didn’t think he could hold it through all of that. He’d burst, he’d pee uncontrollably all over himself and the bed. He’d be soaked, Vegeta would come back, see what he’d done, and be equal parts mortified and furious. He was sure Vegeta would be more humiliated by Goku’s accident than he himself was! Vegeta would be beyond embarrassed when he realized that the hiss of his own stream had been the thing to send Goku over the edge. “H—Hang on, Vegeta!” Goku blurted out. He NEEDED to go first! As much as he didn’t want to prolong Vegeta’s suffering, it was WAY less likely that his friend would wet himself while waiting. Plus, Goku would be finished far, FAR faster than Vegeta. It just made sense for Goku to pee first! “I gotta go, too!” Vegeta froze, and Goku could tell he was blushing. Goku knew how he was going to react. He felt guilty, but he was COUNTING on it; Vegeta’s pride would INSIST he let Goku pee first, just to prove once again that HIS bladder was superior. In Vegeta’s mind, demanding that he take the first turn would be an admission of defeat, a sign of weakness. Those were unhealthy modes of thinking, things Goku had been trying to get Vegeta PAST, but right now, he NEEDED Vegeta to keep feeling that way. “Kakarot…” Vegeta said, his voice much softer than usual. “I… Um… H—Haven’t gone at all since we got here…” What?! But— No! He wasn’t supposed to argue! He wasn’t supposed to— He should have been saying “Of COURSE you do, Kakarot! Your bladder is so tiny! You go first, I wouldn’t want you to piss everywhere and disgrace the legacy of every Saiyan who’s ever lived!” And… He hadn’t gone at all since they’d gotten there?! “But, I thought you went earlier! When I was—“ “I— Shut up!” Vegeta huffed, turning away again. Oh, crap… Goku quickly readjusted to this new information, and it was easy to figure out what had happened. Vegeta HADN’T been able to go while he was downstairs. Then, when Goku got back up here, he’d been too embarrassed to admit it, to accept that the reasoning behind their ‘sleeping arrangement’ tonight had been sound, and that he did, in fact, need Goku’s help. So, he’d gone to bed with his bladder still full, and Goku had been too sleepy to realize it. The passage of time and the fear his nightmare had provoked had most likely worsened his need to a painful degree. So painful that, in a vague way, he was confessing that he didn’t think he could wait for Goku to pee first. But, Goku couldn’t wait for Vegeta, either! Vegeta always gushed like a broken fire hydrant for five minutes! No way could Goku hold it through that! An idea popped into Goku’s head, but it wasn’t one Vegeta was gonna like… “How about we go together?!” Goku asked. Vegeta went still again, save for the tremors of desperation that he was unable to restrain. “… What,” he asked, voice flat. “Er… You know, we stand next to each other and we both—“ “Are you kidding me, Kakarot?! Hell no!” “Come oooon, Vegeta!” Goku whined. He scrambled to his feet, and immediately started to jiggle in place. “I really have to—“ “No, Kakarot! Just be patient!” “But—“ “No!” Goku chewed on his lower lip. His forehead was so sweaty. He felt like he’d waited a life-time already, and the additional time it would take for Vegeta to pee would be the death of him! Worst of all, he understood Vegeta’s refusal. He accepted it, he KNEW Vegeta just wasn’t gonna be COMFORTABLE doing this with him. But, still! He NEEDED Vegeta to do this with him! It was the only option left! “But, but— I’m gonna be out here waiting for you, and you’re gonna KNOW I’m waiting for you, so it’s gonna take you even longer to relax than usual, and it’s gonna be so hard for me to help you!” Vegeta turned back to stare at Kakarot. The glare in his eyes was one of the sharpest Goku had ever seen from him— And that was saying something. “Thanks, Kakarot! I wasn’t even THINKING about that until YOU brought it up!” Goku frowned, he wriggled his feet against the floor. “I’m sorry…” “Fine! You go first!” Vegeta snapped, and the way his knees buckled and rubbed together made it stunningly obvious how much he DIDN’T want to continue waiting. “But, you’re in pain, you’ve been holding it too long—“ “Then, hurry up and—“ “Let’s— Let’s just do it together,” Goku suggested again. “Or at least try to? ‘Cause, that way, if it gets really bad for you, you’ll be in the right spot?” Goku basically telling him that it was OKAY if he couldn’t actually make himself pee when they were side by side like that seemed to soften something in Vegeta. “… Fine, but don’t… Don’t LOOK at me at all when we’re in there.” “You already KNOW that I wouldn’t,” Goku promised, fighting to keep the relieved smile off his face as Vegeta finally agreed. “I’ve never looked before!” He paused. “… Not on purpose, anyway…” he mumbled. “What was that?!” “Nothing!” They entered the restroom together, and Vegeta’s shaking increased as soon as the door was shut. Goku pretended not to notice. He also pretended not to notice when Vegeta anxiously twisted the lock into place. They stood in front of the toilet, and Goku lowered his pants right away. Vegeta just stayed there with his fists clenching at his sides. Goku was having to work VERY hard not to just start peeing right then and there. He was supposed to be able to go now! He was at the toilet! “V—Vegeta, I’ve seen your thingy before,” he said, trying to calm his friend down some. “St—Stop REMINDING me of that as if it somehow makes this any better!” Vegeta’s shaking intensified as his hands hesitantly went for his waistband. “Don’t you DARE look, if you look, you DIE.” “I told you before I’m not gonna look!” Goku was shaking too now. “C—Come on, Vegeta, you’re ALREADY killing me here!” Vegeta continued to hesitate, then as a shudder went down his spine, he finally pulled himself out. He was shutting his eyes so tightly that his aim was sure to be absolutely terrible, but that didn’t matter because nothing was coming out of him. He felt so tense, every muscle he had was tied in a knot. And those knots were tied in knots, too. His ears weren’t picking up on as many sounds or voices this late into the night, but he could still sense so many unfamiliar chis! But, Kakarot’s was the strongest, the one he could feel the most. Kakarot, who didn’t care that the simple task of pissing took so much effort from him. Kakarot, who had just ALLOWED him to cling to him during the night, and then hadn’t said a word about it. Kakarot, who hadn’t made fun of him when he woke up and forgot how to breathe. Kakarot, who never judged him. Goku was trying his best to hold it back until Vegeta at least started to let out a dribble, but his body just couldn’t take it anymore. He was at the toilet, he could release… His bladder recognized that it was time to pee, so that was exactly what it did. And it felt GOOD, too. Even better than his relief at the gas station had been. He lost himself in the feeling, sighing with satisfaction before remembering that Vegeta was still having so much troub— Beside him, Vegeta finally started to pee. He was obviously trying not to make any noise, but Goku could hear a slow, steady exhale from his nose as he was at last able to let something out. Goku hoped that maybe the sound of him peeing had gotten Vegeta’s body to react; That would make sense, he’d noticed Vegeta get awfully tense around running water before. Goku was then given yet another reminder of exactly how large Vegeta’s bladder was— Not that he could ever forget. Once Goku had finished up one of the most badly needed pees of his life, he waited for Vegeta to finish. He turned away completely to give his friend more privacy, and then he had to just… Stand there for several more minutes. A few times, Vegeta’s stream would slow and taper off, but then he’d start going full-force again after a moment. Goku had been seriously about to burst, he’d needed to go so bad that it had been starting to hurt, so to have Vegeta continue to pee for SO long after Goku had gotten everything out… Goku knew that Vegeta just HAD a bigger bladder than him, that was simply the fact of the matter. But this was still concerning and Goku had half a mind to scold Vegeta for not admitting that he’d been having trouble before they’d gone to sleep. Then again, this was such a precarious, fragile thing and Goku knew he couldn’t let Vegeta think he was judging him for ANYTHING. Vegeta FINALLY finished and hurriedly fixed his clothing again. “Kakarot…” he breathed out. He sounded winded, utterly exhausted. And it probably had nothing to do with waking up in the middle of the night. “C—Can I turn around?” Goku asked, just to make sure. “Fine…” Vegeta said. When Goku turned, Vegeta was still red in the face, awkwardly shifting as if he still needed to go. “Phew…” Goku sighed. “I sure feel better now! Right, Vegeta?” “Mmf…” Vegeta turned away. “Listen… Tonight was… Everything about it, I just—“ “I’m not gonna tell anybody, if that’s what you’re worried about.” “Good,” Vegeta said. “And, Kakarot?” “Yeah?” “Wash your damn hands this time.”
  4. Vegeta understood the need for him to be on this trip; Bulma was winning an award for one of her inventions, of COURSE Vegeta had to be there to watch her accept it. He WANTED to be there to see her accept it, he was proud of her! What he didn’t understand at ALL was why Kakarot had to be here too. None of their other friends were tagging along, JUST Kakarot. What he understood even LESS were the sleeping arrangements at the hotel. “I’m going to be up all night rehearsing my speech,” Bulma said. “And, the last time I did something like that, you were in a terrible mood all day from being kept awake. So, this time, it’s best if we don’t share a room.” Okay. Fine. That was all well and good. Vegeta could definitely remember the last time Bulma had kept him awake until morning, it had been aggravating and he’d spent the entirety of the next day snapping at everyone and everything… Even more than he usually did! And, while he’d grown accustomed to sleeping beside Bulma, he could manage being alone for one night. Except, as it turned out, he wasn’t going to be alone. “Why the Hell do I have to share a room with Kakarot?!” Vegeta demanded once it was all explained to him. He couldn’t make sense of it! It wasn’t as though Bulma couldn’t AFFORD three separate hotel rooms! “What’s the big deal?” Bulma asked. “You and Goku have slept in the same room before.” “Well, I didn’t have a choice those times!” “You don’t have a choice THIS time,” Bulma said. “I do. Just get Kakarot his own room.” But, Bulma had just shaken her head, and made some comment about Vegeta’s Saiyan hearing, and how Kakarot ‘might be useful’ to him once they got there. Vegeta had no idea what THAT was supposed to mean, and made it VERY clear that he didn’t approve of this. Goku, on the other hand, understood it all right away, especially after Bulma told him Vegeta had never stayed at a hotel before and likely wasn’t picturing it accurately. Goku WAS familiar with hotels, he knew that they could sometimes be noisy. He knew that, with the strong ears of a Saiyan, it was easy to overhear people in other rooms. Goku also knew that Vegeta struggled to accomplish certain, important things if he could hear people talking or moving around near him. “Oh, okay. Yeah, I get why you want me to come,” Goku said. “Well, I DO want you to hear my speech too,” Bulma said. “I’m not JUST inviting you so you can help Vegeta with his… ‘Thing’ if any problems come up.” “I will help, though,” Goku assured. “Don’t worry— Worst case scenario, I should at least be able to teleport him somewhere that he’ll feel more comfortable.” “Thank you,” Bulma said, relieved. “That’s one less thing to worry about. And, I know I shouldn’t have to tell you this, but don’t let Vegeta find out why you guys are sharing a room.” “I won’t.” *** The day they left on their trip, both Vegeta and Kakarot groaned when Bulma insisted they drive so they could all go together. “Just allow me to teach you how to fly!” Vegeta complained. “It’s so much faster, and there are way fewer idiots up in the sky than there are on the road!” “No, Vegeta,” Bulma said. “The only way I’m leaving the ground is if I’m in a plane, you KNOW this.” “I could just use instant transmission!” Kakarot offered. “You said your parents are already there, so I only have to find their chi. I’ll have us there in half a second!” “I can’t believe I’m saying, but I agree with Kakarot,” Vegeta said, surprised that his rival seemed to share his dislike of cars. “I want to drive,” Bulma said. “It will give me time to think over my speech, decide if I want to change anything.” “Then let US fly,” Vegeta suggested. “I’m the one with all the check-in information,” Bulma said. “And, I don’t want to know what kind of trouble will be caused by the two of you getting bored inside this hotel.” “What’s the worst that could happen?” Vegeta scoffed. Bulma sighed, “It has an all-you-can-eat buffet,” she stated. “One that I’m not banned from yet?!” Kakarot asked, getting excited. Vegeta groaned. “Case closed,” Bulma said. “Get in the car.” Vegeta and Kakarot grumbled as they did as they’d been asked. Vegeta had no idea what Kakarot had against car rides. Vegeta knew why HE hated them; They were slow, having to wait for other cars was infuriating, and when other drivers failed to obey the rules of the road he was enraged. But, Kakarot was okay with taking it easy sometimes, the speed shouldn’t bother him too much, and he doubted Kakarot got that angry at other drivers, either. It just wasn’t in his nature to go into a spitting, blind fury because someone had cut him off. It didn’t take Vegeta too long to find out why Kakarot didn’t like riding in cars, though. And, recalling the misery of the drive to Trunks’s parent-teacher conference, Vegeta was surprised it hadn’t occurred to him. Kakarot’s bladder was FAR smaller than Vegeta’s, and he’d be feeling the bumps in the road and the pressure of his seat-belt just as strongly. And, with someone else driving, he couldn’t stop whenever and wherever he wanted to. When he heard Kakarot start to whine, “Bulma! You gotta pull over! Now!” everything clicked. Kakarot didn’t like long drives because he wasn’t able to hold it through them. He chose to announce his need for the restroom while they were on a barren road, though. Nowhere to stop. Not even any foliage to pee behind, as Kakarot so often did. “I can’t right now, Goku,” Bulma said. “You should have said something when we passed that gas station a while ago.” “I didn’t have to pee then!” Kakarot complained. “Just pull over, let me go here!” “No,” Bulma said. “There’s nowhere for you TO go.” “I can just do it in the dirt, come on!” “There are other cars out here, somebody might spot you.” “So?” Kakarot asked, shifting his legs back and forth and tapping his feet. “You could get in trouble,” Bulma said. “I had to pay ENOUGH of those fines for you when you were little.” Vegeta quirked a brow. “Fines?” “For public urination,” Bulma explained. “I’m not letting him get ANOTHER of those today.” Vegeta was still perplexed. With as often as Kakarot peed outside, if that resulted in a fine on this planet, then Kakarot should be completely broke by now. As the notion settled in his thoughts further, a buzzing formed in his chest. HE peed outdoors sometimes, if it was absolutely necessary and he was sure no one could spot him. But, if there was a chance he’d be FINED for that… Money was no issue for him, but the utter embarrassment of it all was a completely different story. He glared out the car window. Just fantastic, a new thing to worry about! “Come ooooon,” Kakarot pleaded. “There aren’t any police around here, so who’s gonna give me a fine?!” Vegeta relaxed a bit. Not only would someone have to SEE him for him to be fined— Meaning that he wouldn’t have been able to pee at all to begin with— that person would also need to be a member of the police. He would NOT be publicly humiliated the next time he needed to relieve himself in the woods. “Hold it, Goku,” Bulma said. “I’m just trying to keep you out of trouble.” Kakarot kept shifting and wriggling, “But, Bulma! It’s gonna come out!” “I’m sure there will be a place to stop soon,” Bulma told him. “If… If there’s not one in half an hour, then you can go outside. How’s that? The longest you’ll have to wait is just thirty more minutes.” “Okay, deal!” Kakarot said. “Don’t barter with that idiot,” Vegeta scolded. “It’s his own fault that he needs to go so badly. He should have done it earlier, as you said.” “Vegetaaa,” Kakarot whined. “I didn’t have to go then! I— Ah!” He made a pained, wincing noise as the car hit over a bump and evidently gave an awful jolt to his full bladder. That lurch was also responsible for bringing the first few thrums of need from Vegeta’s bladder to his attention. The feeling faded after a few seconds, but Vegeta was aware now that he wasn’t empty, that he was starting to re-fill after the pee he’d taken right before they’d left. And that, unlike Kakarot, going on the side of the road in thirty minutes wasn’t an option. Nor would he be able to make use of a gas station if they stopped at one. All he could do was hold it in until they got to the hotel. He had no doubt that he’d be able to pee at the hotel. Bulma had explained to him what it would be like, and that it would be similar to his room at home. Since he could easily relieve himself THERE, then the hotel should be fine, too. His only worry was actually GETTING there before his bladder started to hurt him— Before his urge got bad enough that he was fidgeting around like the imbecile in the backseat. Kakarot kept squirming, when Vegeta glanced back at him, he had folded in half and grabbed ahold of himself. Vegeta couldn’t fight the blush that emerged as he watched, and he quickly faced back in the other direction. The next time he looked at Kakarot, he was putting his fingers against his forehead, his eyes squeezed shut. “Are you trying to use instant transmission…?” He asked. “Yes!” Kakarot whined, bouncing in his seat. “But, I can’t concentrate!” “Goku, come on,” Bulma sighed. “It’s just a few more minutes.” Vegeta wished that he hadn’t, but he noticed the distinct differences between how Bulma treated him and how she treated Kakarot in this kind of situation. Any time Vegeta managed to tell her that he needed to go while they were out together— or he failed to keep his squirming subtle enough and she realized his bladder was full on her own— she didn’t respond to him like this. She NEVER groaned and told him to just hold it, nor did she tell him he should have relieved himself earlier. Instead, she’d encourage him to pee right away wherever they were, and when he inevitably refused and insisted he needed to go home, she would nod and allow him to do so. And, he NEVER begged and pleaded like Kakarot was doing. He’d just stammer and mumble the vaguest acknowledgement of his need that he could, and Bulma would let him go. Kakarot was acting FAR more desperate than Vegeta would EVER be able to allow himself to, but Bulma was just rolling her eyes and telling him to be patient. Vegeta shifted uncomfortably as he thought that over. Bulma was being far gentler with him, basically coddling him because of how awful his Problem was. Of course, he didn’t WANT Bulma to scold him or forbid him from flying home when he desperately needed to, but the realization that she was adjusting her behavior because he needed to be ‘accommodated’ stung. He wasn’t supposed to need special treatment over something as simple as pissing. ‘She only treats you differently because you’re married,’ Vegeta told himself. ‘It has nothing to do with your Problem. She just favors you over Kakarot— Like EVERYONE should!’ He knew that wasn’t it, though… Or at least, not ALL of it. They found a gas station eventually, and Vegeta watched Kakarot sprint out of the car, his hands between his legs the whole time he was running. Vegeta’s face burned with a confusing amount of embarrassment, HE wasn’t the one blatantly behaving like a fool… He wasn’t even getting out of the car. He had no reason to. Once Kakarot had entered the restroom, Vegeta found that he had to try VERY hard not to think about what his rival was doing in there. Vegeta’s own bladder was cramping quite a bit more now, and the knowledge that Kakarot was now accomplishing yet ANOTHER thing that Vegeta was incapable of was making the pressure hurt worse. He tried not to think about how relieved Kakarot must have been feeling, tried not to let the familiar grip of envy take hold of him once more— Not over something so STUPID! He shifted his legs just slightly, moving one ankle over the other. His gaze flew to Bulma beside him, and he relaxed a bit when she didn’t appear to be watching him. But, now his insides were demanding him to KEEP moving. Now that he’d allowed himself to squirm a little, he wanted to do it more… He gripped his knees to prevent them from bouncing, and hoped they weren’t THAT far from the hotel. Kakarot came back, and the moron was carrying some massive soda cups for some idiotic reason. “Vegeta, you gotta try this,” Kakarot said once he got back in the car. “It’s so good!” “Kakarot, after all that bitching and moaning you did about needing to piss, why the Hell would you drink so much?!” “Why not? It isn’t like I still have to pee now,” Goku shrugged. “But, if you drink ALL of that, then you’re just going to—“ “And, besides, one of them is for you, or Bulma… Whichever one of you wants it.” Vegeta sighed as he accepted the cup. It was so big… The only way Vegeta would ever drink THAT much would be if he was at home and knew he wouldn’t have any reason to leave for the next several hours. No way was he drinking it when he was stuck in a car with no idea as to when they’d reach the hotel. Kakarot was noisily slurping from his cup, and it was getting on Vegeta’s nerves. The tingles in his midsection fluttered a little more violently as he was subjected to the sound. His urge for relief was worsening— And, even more aggravating than that, it was making him feel thirsty. He hadn’t had anything to drink yet today— A necessary precaution for a long trip like this. Now, his throat was painfully dry. The full soda cup resting beside him was extremely tempting, and the more he had to listen to Kakarot drink, the worse he felt. ‘One sip…’ Vegeta commanded himself. ‘Just ONE. Enough to get rid of that sand-paper feeling— Nothing more.’ He reached for the cup and took a small, deeply hesitant sip. He knew that a few drops of soda would not be enough to break his bladder, but he was so timid about putting ANY liquid into himself when he’d have no way to get it back out again. When the fluid wetted his tongue, erasing the chalky sensation there, he felt a bit better. He really WAS thirsty… And, dammit, Kakarot was right! This soda DID taste amazing. He swallowed, and immediately had the urge to drink more. ‘No. No more,’ he thought. ‘A good warrior must be capable of restraint!’ Kakarot kept drinking, loudly… Vegeta managed to ignore the soda for a few more minutes. It wasn’t easy. Now that he’d had ONE sip of something cold and wet, it was like he’d activated all of the nerve-endings in his throat and he was even MORE aware of how dehydrated he was. One, tiny sip hadn’t quenched his thirst, but had instead made it much worse. Eventually, the dry feeling got to be too much, and he took another sip. Fuck, it was delicious, and it felt so good pouring down his throat… Just a LITTLE bit more shouldn’t hurt, right? Just— Just a couple more swallows, just until his tongue stopped feeling so withered. *** ‘DAMMIT!’ Vegeta thought a little while later, when he realized he’d finished the entire cup. He certainly wasn’t thirsty anymore… But, he couldn’t take much relief in that, since he knew where all of that liquid was now heading, about to flood into a container that didn’t have a properly functional exit… His urge to pee had gotten a bit worse, it still wasn’t horrific or agonizing, but he could no longer ignore it, especially not with the knowledge of how much he’d just had to drink. He knew he had to stop thinking about it, concentrating on his bladder would just invite it to fill up faster. He was so frustrated with himself, though. How could he have allowed himself to drink all that, when he KNEW full well how badly it would turn out for him?! ‘Stupid Kakarot, why’d he have to give me this anyway?!’ Speaking of Kakarot, the fool had finished his OWN soda ages ago, and was once again shuffling around in the backseat and pleading for a stop. Finally, to placate him, Bulma said something that instantly made Vegeta feel better. “We’re ALMOST at the hotel, Goku. Could you please hold on until then?” “Mmmmf, I’ll try!” Kakarot whined. “But, I have to go so bad!” Vegeta relaxed slightly. They were close to the hotel, and he had no reason to think he wouldn’t be able to pee there. They’d arrive, and he’d be able to take care of himself easily, with no one else needing to know about it. “Hold it in, Goku,” Bulma sighed. “You can do it.” “H—How much longer?” Kakarot asked, and Vegeta heard him squirming a little faster. “Thirty minutes,” Bulma said. “Alright? It won’t be that bad, I promise.” “Th—Thirty minutes,” Kakarot repeated. “Okay, okay… I think I can do thirty minutes.” Vegeta calmed down a bit more. HE could DEFINITELY do thirty minutes. He shifted a little in his seat when he remembered he and Kakarot were going to be sharing a room— Of course, he would have to let Kakarot go first. The idiot was about to piss his pants, after all. And, if Vegeta asked to take the first turn, that would be an admission that he was desperate— Such admissions were not permitted, and he WASN’T desperate! Not really, anyway. He couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would feel to release his bladder, and his thighs were pressed a bit tightly together… And, yeah, maybe his legs were starting to shake a little, and he had to keep gripping his knees to keep them from bouncing. But, he was fine. He knew he could hold WAY more than this. He was fine. Thirty more minutes… When they finally got to the hotel, Vegeta had sweat on his brow, and he was constantly gripping his knees to force his legs to stay still. He was hyper-aware of Bulma beside him, and in spite of how much energy he was putting towards keeping himself still, he was convinced that he was SOMEHOW being obvious anyway, and that Bulma could easily tell that his bladder was throbbing urgently. Standing up for the first time in several hours was unpleasant. ‘Pathetic,’ he thought scornfully when his knees tried to buckle. ‘It’s just standing!’ But, his bladder was protesting loudly, and he felt like if he didn’t balance his weight JUST right, he’d end up doubling over and Bulma would know everything. “Mmmf!” Kakarot whimpered as he got out of the car. He was ALREADY doubling over, pitiful fool that he was… Vegeta felt his eyelid spasm when he saw Kakarot start to spring across the parking lot, over to a tree. No. Hell no. If… If Vegeta had to hold it, then so did Kakarot! “What are you doing, you moron?!” Kakarot looked back over his shoulder. “Goku, no!” Bulma scolded him. “Wait until we’re inside.” Kakarot anxiously stopped what he was doing and just continued to squirm as they entered the hotel. Vegeta tried to stay as far away from Kakarot as Bulma handled everything to get them checked in. Kakarot was being so… So OBVIOUS. Even if he would shut the HELL up and stop whining to Bulma about how much he had to pee, his constant fidgeting and bouncing would still be enough! How could Kakarot stand to ACT that way in public? Vegeta felt disgraced and ashamed if he squirmed that blatantly when he was ALONE! Vegeta was feeling himself burn up just watching Kakarot fidget. The embarrassment of being seen NEAR him when he was acting like this was almost as bad as if Vegeta had been the one dancing around like a complete imbecile. “Why isn’t there a bathroom in the lobby?” Kakarot complained as he paced in place beside Bulma. “That’s not fair.” Vegeta groaned and tried to act as though he’d never seen Kakarot before in his entire life. Without his notice, his foot had begun to tap with impatience. Yes. Impatience. And nothing else… He was also becoming aware of something else. His body was coming alive, and he could sense a ton of unfamiliar chi signals here. He knew he ought to have expected that, other people would be staying in this hotel too. But, since he couldn’t STOP sensing that energy, it was a little annoying. Distracting. He hoped the sensation wouldn’t keep him awake tonight. “Okay,” Bulma said, turning to Kakarot. “This is for yours and Vegeta’s r—“ Kakarot grabbed the key out of her hand, “Vegeta, come on! Hurry!” Vegeta sighed and started to follow Kakarot, but stopped him when they reached the elevator. “No, Kakarot. We’re taking the stairs.” Kakarot looked at him as if he were being tortured… Which he kind of was. “What?! No, Vegeta! If you wanna race me up the stairs, I can’t do that right n—“ “That’s not the reason,” Vegeta said. “I just highly doubt your ability to hold still in there. And, if you tap your foot as hard as you’ve BEEN doing it, you’ll break the elevator. And there are few things I want LESS than to be stuck in an elevator with YOU when you’re about to piss yourself.” His bladder pinched and his tip flared, reminding him that being stuck in an elevator would be a miserable time for him for a LOT of reasons. He shifted, very slightly, trying to calm the thrashing inside him. “Well, if the elevator gets stuck, we can blast our way out,” Kakarot reasoned. “Bulma will kill us,” Vegeta said. “Just walk up the stairs. I know you’re capable of that.” Kakarot’s eyes were watering, “But, I might… You know…” Kakarot was actually blushing… That was… Weird to see. “You won’t,” Vegeta groaned. “Now, come on.” Kakarot whimpered and complained the whole way up the stairs. His teeth were gritting, he was dragging his feet, and pausing every couple steps to jiggle around and take some stabilizing breaths. Vegeta actually… Slowed his pace a little. Not out of ‘concern’ or any asinine feeling like that, but merely because… Well, it would reflect poorly on ALL Saiyans if Kakarot pissed himself in public. That was all. They got to their room. Kakarot’s hands were shaking so badly that he couldn’t unlock the door. He dropped the key a few times, and Vegeta had to try very hard not to let out a laugh that would have surely sent his own bladder into spasms. But, once Kakarot started to position his hands as if he were about to BLAST the door open, Vegeta had to step in. “Let ME do it, incompetent clown…” Vegeta grumbled, unlocking the door for him. “Thank you!” Kakarot exclaimed, rushing in. Vegeta stepped in after him, and there were problems. First, the idiot hadn’t bothered shutting the door to the restroom, so Vegeta had to quickly turn away to avoid having to watch him piss. Second, Kakarot was being so damned loud. His stream was gushing out with an ear-splitting hiss, and the fool was moaning his head off, too. Vegeta’s bladder gave a cramping lurch at the noises, and without meaning to, he started to bounce on his toes. He stepped further into the room in an attempt to escape that obnoxious sound, and was met with another, even worse problem. One bed. WHAT?! Bulma had ASSURED him that they would at least have separate beds! He was going to have to convince Kakarot to sleep on the floor again. And he could STILL hear the idiot pissing! Why did he have to gasp and pant and sigh so much?! Vegeta kicked off his boots and laid down on the bed, he turned on his side and covered his ears because… Because that sound was just so ANNOYING. That was it! And… And his thighs were just tensing up because he was THAT annoyed, yeah! His legs were only trying to cross because of how much Kakarot was irritating him. Kakarot finished after a few more seconds. Vegeta rolled his eyes when the fool exited the restroom without washing his hands off— Another reason to make Kakarot stay on the floor tonight, he had atrocious hygiene. “Oh, man…” Kakarot said. “That’s a lot better.” Vegeta sat up, thought his legs looked a little TOO close together, and forced them to inch outwards until he was sure it didn’t look like he had to pee at all. His spine shuddered when the next spasm went through him. “Fantastic, Kakarot,” he sighed, gesturing to the bed. “We have bigger problems right now.” Kakarot looked at him for a second, confusion etched on his face. “Oh, I’m sorry, Vegeta!” He said finally. “Yeah, you’re gonna have to sleep on th—“ “I didn’t realize you had to go, too! I shoulda shut the door to muffle the sound just now, huh?” Vegeta twitched. How— How could he tell?! How could he ALWAYS tell?! Vegeta looked down at himself, he didn’t think he looked tense… Well, not any tenser than usual, anyway. “I— Kakarot, I’m referring to the BED.” Kakarot looked at it. “What about it?” “There’s only one,” Vegeta said. Kakarot shrugged, “Yeah, but it’s a big bed. We’ll both fit.” “That isn’t the point.” “… What IS the point, then?” “The point is that I don’t WANT to sleep with you.” “We’ve slept near each other before,” Kakarot said. “What’s the big deal?” He glanced at Vegeta again. “You need to use the restroom…” Why did he have to say that so loudly?! Or at all?! “Kakarot, shut up about that—“ “Um…” Kakarot trailed off. “Hmm… So, what will work best for you here? I could go back downstairs for a bit, so you’ll have lots of privacy. Oh, and I’ll go to the buffet, so I won’t even be THINKING about what you’re doing in here.” Vegeta decided that probably WOULD be the easiest way to handle this. Sure, he could pee around Kakarot, but it was still easiest if he was by himself. He was going to be alone, so he wouldn’t NEED Kakarot to keep watch for him, or… Say anything. “Fine,” he said. “Don’t get banned from the buffet.” “No promises,” Kakarot said. “But, I’ll try.” That was probably the best Vegeta could ask for. Once Kakarot had left, Vegeta stepped into the restroom. He locked the door. He was surprised by the state of the toilet, Kakarot’s aim wasn’t AS bad as he’d thought it would be. He readied himself to go, and… Nothing. He didn’t get too worried, though. It ALWAYS took a couple minutes. He had expected this. What he hadn’t expected was to STILL be feeling all those unfamiliar chis inside the hotel, and for that to make him continually grow tense rather than start to loosen up. ‘Ignore them,’ he ordered himself. ‘They’re in different rooms. No one know that you’re… Trying to void.’ He shut his eyes, tried to block out the chis, reminding himself again and again that he was alone, behind a locked door. That, even if he could SENSE people, they still weren’t close enough to listen to his stream pour out. He felt a sharp throb right at his opening, and started to press into that since he knew it would bring him the relief he needed if he just pushed hard enough now. But, then he realized he could sort of HEAR people in the other rooms, too. And, the urgent pinch at his tip faded away, leaving nothing but a scorching, disappointing throb harshly careening through his bladder and down his length. ‘Dammit…’ Vegeta thought. ‘Come on, you are ALONE. You can DO this. You’re stronger than this! You’re too powerful to lose to your bladder!’ As he went through a mental list of all the things Kakarot tended to say to him during this moments, it began to dawn on him exactly WHY Bulma had wanted the two of them to share a room. Bulma had known that this was going to happen. Bulma had known that he was going to need Kakarot. That realization tightened his uncooperative holding muscles up more than anything. Bulma had just EXPECTED him to need help; Help with something that he should NEVER need help with! Help with something that he should have been able to manage just FINE on his own! And the worst part was that she was RIGHT. The shame that overtook him then was breathtaking. He was becoming so dependent on Kakarot for something so BASIC and necessary! This shouldn’t have been happening. He shouldn’t need Kakarot like this. He should have been fixing it himself. It was getting late. He was kind of hungry, but he didn’t want to join Kakarot in the buffet when his bladder was still aching so much. He allowed himself to hope Kakarot would just save him something, he was going to dedicate all of this alone time towards ridding himself of this awful pressure. First, he tried flicking on the sink, he tried listening to IT instead of the faint voices he could hear from the other rooms. His bladder swelled and convulsed, as if the water was battering right up against it, but it failed to release. Grumbling, he tore off one of his gloves, then turned on the hot tap. Once the water was warm enough, he shoved his palm beneath the faucet. His entire midsection felt like it was on fire, and he felt a dull ache begin to creep up his back, the prelude to the ultimate torture that his bladder could inflict on him. He tried not to think of the pain that was on the horizon if he didn’t get himself emptied soon. Maybe… Maybe MORE warm water would work. Another idea was forming. He didn’t like it. It was unsanitary, and he’d NEVER consider doing such a thing if he were at home, but here, in a hotel room… That shower had probably had LOTS of disgusting things take place within it. Ugh, was he seriously considering this? It was so dirty, and utterly desperate! But, Vegeta WAS desperate. His back was starting to hurt, and it was only a matter of time now before that pain increased to the scorching, agonizing acid burns that destroyed his ability to think and function. He NEEDED to get this pressure out. He went to get his pajamas, then removed his clothing. Once everything was off, he could see the gnarled bump of his full bladder. He gazed at it warily, moving his hands further away from his abdomen as he imagined what it would feel like to accidentally brush his knuckles against that. He was USED to his bladder swelling, it was a normal thing to see, but it always made him wince to be able to stare at the source of his agony. He turned the shower on, struggling to figure out how to get it to the right temperature, then stood beneath the spray. The hiss from the shower-head sounded a LOT like what Vegeta so desperately needed to do. It made him fidget a bit, rubbing his knees together anxiously and tensing his thighs. When he caught his hand moving to grasp hold of his dick, he stopped himself. The goal was to release everything right here, that was not going to happen if he squirmed and clutched at himself like he was trying to hold it back. The warm water striking him felt nice. It soothed some of the tension in his shoulders, and he hoped it would do the same for other places. He shut his eyes and did his best to focus just on the sound of running water, the feeling of it warmly gliding down his back. He pleaded for it to lull his body into a state in which it could let go. ‘Come on… Come on…’ ‘Are you kidding me, you pitiful, disgraceful little monkey?!’ Wh—What?! What the Hell?! He recognized Frieza’s voice, the disgust and scorn in it, but had trouble placing the exact time he’d heard this statement being snapped at him. He knew it had to be a memory, it sounded too real to just be something he was making up. He didn’t know WHY he was being hit by a memory of Frieza scolding him now, when all he wanted to do was relieve his overflowing bladder in the privacy of the shower, but— Something was coming back. He was six, maybe seven. His planet was gone. He was on Frieza’s ship and he had to GO. But, he didn’t dare ask Frieza for permission to do so. He couldn’t! Raditz was there too. Vegeta had to appear strong and infallible in front of the other remaining Saiyans. He was not allowed to show that he had any needs. But, he needed to go so bad. It was hurting. Frieza was yelling, at him and at Raditz. Frieza was mad because they’d gotten so filthy during their last mission, and then they’d gotten mud inside the ship. Frieza was shouting that they needed to get washed, and sent them to the showers. Frieza stayed to monitor them, even though Vegeta really didn’t want Frieza to watch. Vegeta kept his back to Frieza the whole time and tried to wash himself off as fast as possible. He was so uncomfortable. Knowing Frieza could see him made him feel gross. He was used to showering with Raditz and he didn’t mind doing it. He minded Frieza being there. The running water from the shower-heads was making him need to go even more. He kept looking at the drain and wondering if he could let himself pee here. If it would mix with the other water so no one even noticed. Suddenly, Frieza growled “Are you kidding me, you pitiful, disgraceful little monkey?!” And Vegeta looked down in a panic, worried that he’d started to go without meaning to, but he hadn’t. “How dare you do THAT in my showers?” Frieza snapped. Vegeta heard him stomping forwards, but he was going over to Raditz. “That is DISGUSTING, you learn to hold your water, you filthy brat!” Then, Vegeta could hear Raditz crying as he was beaten. Vegeta hurried to finish washing the last of the soap off, then frantically put his clothes on before bolting from the bathing room. Like a coward. A coward that couldn’t protect one of the only other survivors from his planet. Now, Vegeta shook his head, trying to rid himself of that memory. Recalling ANYTHING about Frieza right now would not help him reach his goal. Recalling a time when he was so weak that he couldn’t even TRY to defend his fellow Saiyans was not going to help him. Recalling the sound of Raditz being beaten for peeing in a shower was not going to help him. Vegeta tried for a few more minutes to both release his bladder and erase that memory from his mind. He wished that he could understand why things from so long ago still hurt him— Why they sometimes seemed to hurt him worse NOW than they had in the moment. It made no sense, and it made him feel pathetic. Like, even though Frieza was dead, Vegeta STILL didn’t have the strength to defeat him. He was losing a battle against a corpse and, since his bladder still REFUSED to empty, he was once again losing a battle against himself. Vegeta gave up eventually, got out of the shower, put on his clothes and just forced himself to climb into bed. He was overwhelmed by how badly he had to urinate now. His bladder was SEARING, and no matter which way he turned, the pressure was severe. If he laid on his back, he felt his skin stretch over that angry, urgent bump of need. If he laid on his sides, he felt the liquid inside of him sloshing and battering against his bladder’s over-stretched walls. If he laid on his stomach, all of his weight pushed down on his lower abdomen and he was in so much pain that tears formed in the corners of his eyes. Since his solitude hadn’t granted him the relief he wanted, he decided to at least take advantage of it in order to squirm. He flailed around in the bed, crossing his legs like crazy and clutching at his crotch for dear life. All the contorting and twisting helped ease the pressure a little, but it was nothing compared to what he actually needed. Kakarot returned eventually, and Vegeta quickly covered himself up with the bedsheets since holding still was an impossibility. “The buffet was really good,” he informed with a smile. “I brought you some food, in case you’re hungry.” Vegeta had to pee so bad that he felt nauseas. He couldn’t eat a thing right now. Kakarot looked at him. “Feeling sleepy, huh?” He said. “Yeah, I’m tired too… Are you gonna make me sleep on the floor like last time?” Vegeta was too uncomfortable to argue. “No. Just… Stay on YOUR side of the bed, alright? Don’t touch me, don’t get too close.” “Okay, sure,” Kakarot said, heading towards the restroom. ‘Kakarot, I couldn’t go!’ The words were right on the tip of Vegeta’s tongue, but that was where they stayed. He just couldn’t get them any further. The shame held them back. Moments later, Kakarot was in the shower, and Vegeta was holding his pillow over his ears to block out the awful sound. Vegeta tried to fall asleep. He’d gone to sleep with his bladder already full plenty of times before, but it had been quite a while since he’d last needed to do that. At home, he could ALWAYS go before bed. Ohhh, he wanted to be at home. If he was at home, he would have peed ages ago. He wouldn’t have remembered anything about Frieza. He’d be comfortable, not about to explode, not coated in shame and embarrassment. The shower switched off, and Kakarot got into bed. He was staying on his own side, just like Vegeta wanted, but now he wished Kakarot would get a little closer, close enough to notice how uncomfortable Vegeta was without Vegeta needing to say or do anything. “G’night,” Kakarot said. “Stay on your side,” Vegeta responded. Somehow, Vegeta eventually managed to fall asleep. *** Vegeta woke up on a cot, inside a cell, somewhere in the lower decks of Frieza’s ship. “What… the… Hell…” he mumbled as he sat up. His bladder gave a painful nudge, telling him that he had to empty it right away. His back ached as well, punctuating the urgency of his need. He ignored that for the moment. “Why am I—“ He stopped, concentrated. He couldn’t sense Frieza, the Ginyus, Zarbon or anyone else who would be aboard this ship. He DID, however, sense Kakarot. Okay. This was a dream, then. This was not the kind of place he wanted to visit in a dream, though. He’d been locked inside cells like this one plenty of times, especially towards the end of his stint with Frieza when he’d just gotten so fed up with everything that he’d started talking back even more than usual. The cells were miserable places. The only thing inside was the cot and a toilet— A toilet which Vegeta always refused to use until all the lights had been shut off in the ship for the night. In the early days, Frieza’s prisoners were usually able to get OUT of the cells pretty easily. Vegeta had been strong enough to bend metal bars since the age of two. But, that had just required Frieza to get creative, in lieu of bars, the cells were now equipped with a force-field, and prisoners were outfitted with special collars of Frieza’s own creation— Collars which blocked the wearer from their own chi. Whenever Vegeta was placed in a cell, he was completely powerless in every sense of the word. With Vegeta’s chi control removed, his ability to even ATTEMPT fighting back or defending himself taken away, Frieza would enter his cell and… ‘Torture’ was the only word to describe what he inflicted onto Vegeta then. What came afterwards, when Frieza was finally finished with him, was always confusing. Once Frieza had stopped hurting Vegeta, once he’d stopped berating him, clawing him, tearing him up and unleashing Hell upon him in the form of relentless chi blasts, Frieza would begin to act very strangely. With Vegeta laying there, his power stolen, his body in agony, Frieza would start to smile. And not his usual, scornful smirk, either. The smile always looked genuine. He would stroke Vegeta’s hair gently and tell him how proud he was that he’d managed to endure all of that pain so well. “You know I don’t ENJOY needing to punish you, Prince…” Frieza always said. “You are the best fighter in my entire army— You’re my favorite, remember that. My favorite… Please don’t make me have to bring you in here again. This hurts me more than it hurts you.” And Vegeta would be confused, but praise from Frieza was so rare, and he would be in so much pain, so desperate for anything that would make him feel less worthless and broken… He’d allow Frieza to continue petting his hair and praising him. It felt good, and that was what hurt most of all. Sometimes, when Frieza released Vegeta from the cell, he’d present him with some kind of gift. A new style of armor no one else had access to yet, a type of food he really enjoyed, a chance to lead during an upcoming mission… And it would still be confusing, but Vegeta couldn’t turn any of it down— Especially not food. Vegeta didn’t like to remember this cell. Why had his brain decided to take him to it in his dreams? The things that happened in here were sick beyond all measure. Pain, agony, Frieza’s claws all over him. Vegeta had nearly died in this place more times than he could count. It was one of the few places he’d ever shed tears. Vegeta couldn’t even remember everything that was done to him in here. Some incidents came to him with perfect clarity, others were foggy and blurred. Others still were just… Not there; He could recall specific things he had been placed in the cell for, could remember Frieza arriving, but then it was like he skipped ahead in time to the moment he was finally let out, only aware that SOMETHING had happened because he could still remember how much pain he’d been in. The first time he’d been here, he thought he had been six. He’d mouthed off to Frieza one too many times, demanding that he be given more challenging planets to conquer, insisting he didn’t need help from low-level scum like Raditz or a glorified babysitter like Nappa. He boasted that he could handle missions all by himself. When Frieza scoffed and sneered in response, Vegeta snapped that one day he was going to be stronger than Frieza and all his top soldiers combined. So, Frieza had put him in the cell. Frieza had returned around one hour later and hissed “It’s time you learn your place, you wretched monkey runt… You are nothing. I am your owner. And you shall remain my property until I see fit to dispose of you.” Vegeta had never been able to remember what exactly happened after that. Just that every part of his body was utterly useless afterwards, all of it only capable of sending him endless volts of pain. There was not one piece of him that didn’t feel broken and shattered, not one area that wasn’t flooded with torment. He remembered that, along with the feeling of Frieza’s claws combing his hair, petting it like he would an animal as Vegeta laid blearily on his lap. “You did it, Prince Vegeta… You made it through. I’m so proud of you, you took your punishment so well. So tough for such a little warrior. I know, that was so awful, wasn’t it? I wish I hadn’t needed to do that. If you can be a good, obedient Saiyan for me, it won’t have to happen again… I don’t like seeing you suffer so much." Now, Vegeta’s heart-rate was skyrocketing just from being back here again, his awareness that it was only a dream did absolutely nothing to soothe him. ‘You’re sleeping, you’re sleeping, you’re sleeping,’ Vegeta reminded himself. ‘You can sense Kakarot. You know you’re not really here.’ But, everything looked real. It looked exactly how he remembered it. Even the blood stains on the cot were the same. His bladder pulsed again. He wanted to wake up and go empty it. He wanted to wake up and… And just not be HERE anymore. He tried to summon his chi and allow it to build inside of himself, which usually caused him to wake up. Not this time, though. He couldn’t feel his own chi, as if the collar was actually working. As if all of this was real. ‘Kakarot is near you!’ Vegeta thought desperately. ‘And Kakarot was never HERE, that means it’s not real.’ He pinched his thigh, he needed to wake up. He couldn’t be here anymore. His urge to pee was worsening, but that paled in comparison to how badly he just did NOT want to be in this room. ‘Wake up, wake up!’ He didn’t wake up. Vegeta tried to focus really, REALLY hard on his need for the restroom, hoping that IT would prompt his body into wakefulness. He zeroed in on the discomfort straining inside his lower abdomen, the constant thrumming buzz of his building desperation. He even tried to ‘exaggerate’ how bad it was, telling himself that he was about to burst and couldn’t hold it another second, in a vain attempt to get himself to open his eyes. ‘Wake up! Wake up, or you’ll wet the bed!’ If his bladder didn’t wake him up, then what would? His pulse was already racing with fear as he had a bad feeling he knew what this dream was about to force him to relive. Frieza appeared on the other side of the forcefield. He punched in a code and entered the cell. “Well, Prince Vegeta, how have you been enjoying your confinement?” Vegeta said nothing and pleaded with himself to wake up. He didn’t bother trying to take ‘control’ of this dream and blast Frieza to death, he already knew that it wouldn’t work. He didn’t have any control here, he was going to be put through everything again. It was going to happen again. “Answer me, monkey!” Frieza snapped when Vegeta stayed quiet for too long. “I—It’s… Fine…” Vegeta said. He couldn’t remember what he’d said to Frieza in real-life when he’d been in here. All he could remember was how loud he had screamed, how his vocal cords had fried, how his ears had rung, how his shrieks of pain had made his body hurt even worse but he’d been completely incapable of holding them in. “Just fine?” Frieza asked, putting a hand to his chest in mock-offense. “You insult me, Prince. I went to all this trouble making these lovely accommodations just for you, I even got you that nice collar.” Vegeta felt the collar, it was choking him. It felt so real. ‘Kakarot…’ Vegeta told himself. ‘Focus on Kakarot. He’s right there.’ He hated himself for all the reminders, for the way that Kakarot’s presence was the only thing making him feel okay as he was overcome with terror from a stupid nightmare. “Oh, Vegeta, is that making it hard for you to breathe?” Frieza’s tail flicked. “How about I help you with that?” Before Vegeta could react, Frieza’s tail had lashed out and wound itself around his throat. “Gih—Guh—!” ’This is a dream,’ Vegeta thought again and again and again. But, all the reassurances in the world couldn’t make the pain fade. He could feel himself losing oxygen, could feel the bones in his neck starting to break as Frieza’s tail squeezed against them. Frieza kept tightening the grip until those bones were just about to snap apart, and then he eased up. He just wouldn’t stop… “I am not going to make this fast for you,” Frieza warned. “I’ve had enough of your defying me. You will pay the price.” Vegeta’s need to pee was getting worse, too. He tried to focus on that pain, because he knew IT was real. He knew IT posed a real danger. The sensations of Frieza trying to break his neck were all fake, he wasn’t ACTUALLY about to suffocate. But, the pressure in his bladder DID exist, and if he didn’t keep control over it, he’d burst and pee the bed— Which would be beyond terrible since he could still sense Kakarot near him. ‘Kakarot… Kakarot…’ Vegeta chanted to himself in his mind. ‘He’s there. You’re okay. This is fake.’ Frieza’s tail finally released Vegeta’s neck, and Vegeta crumpled onto the floor. His bladder seared more, pain flaring in his tip and he gripped his hands against the ground to avoid holding himself. He didn’t know why he was bothering, why the idea of holding himself in front of Frieza was still so shameful when he knew this was all imaginary. “Now,” Frieza said. “Are you ready to be polite?” Vegeta nodded. The room was spinning and he felt light-headed. He hoped against hope that that was a sign he was starting to wake up, but no such luck. “There’s a good monkey…” Frieza smirked. “Now, let’s see YOUR tail, shall we?” Frieza grabbed Vegeta’s tail and, preposterously, Vegeta felt the pressure. This made even less sense than the choking had! He didn’t even HAVE a tail anymore in the real-world! How could he still feel— Vegeta screamed at the top of his voice when, a moment later, he felt something sharp dig itself against the tip of his tail, felt it penetrate through the skin, through the muscle and sinew, felt it scrape against the bone. His eyes rolled back in his head as one of the worst pains he’d ever felt drove him to the brink of insanity. ‘Not real, not real!’ He kept shouting at himself. ‘Why the Hell do I still FEEL it?!” Frieza shoved him forwards, releasing his tail. Vegeta turned back around just in time to see Frieza lick the blood he’d drawn out of his tail off of his extremely long, pointy finger nail. “Well, that was amusing! I could cause you THAT much pain just with one nail? You really ARE pathetic, you know that, monkey?” Vegeta’s eyes were tearing up, and his legs were shaking. His tail hung limply, still bleeding. ‘Not real! Focus on what’s real!’ That was, perhaps, a bad decision, because when he again concentrated on his bladder, the one thing he knew was ACTUALLY causing him distress, the pins and needles inside of it caught fire, and the pressure at the base of his cock flared to life. “Ah—“ He crossed his legs, unsure of if his body was REALLY squirming in the waking world or not. He didn’t think so, because the action didn’t ease the pain in his bladder at all, nor did the jiggling and foot tapping that followed. Frieza grinned wider at him, “Oh, does the little Prince need to go pee?” ‘Dream!’ Vegeta screamed inside his mind. ‘Just— Just—‘ “Shut up!” He barked at Frieza, and his blood ran cold. “Did you just tell me to shut up?” Frieza asked. Vegeta didn’t respond, he just kept shaking, and he wasn’t sure if it was fear or desperation that was responsible. He HOPED it was just desperation, still mentally scolding himself for getting so damned scared when he KNEW none of this was actually happening. “Nnnh…” Vegeta tangled his legs up even tighter. ‘Come on, wake up! You have to use the bathroom!’ His bladder screeched and its walls strained, trying to pump something out. Nothing happened, of course. Not with Frieza WATCHING him. ‘He’s NOT watching you!’ “Ohhh, poor little monkey,” Frieza said. “He needs to go so, SO bad, doesn’t he?” He reached out a hand and cupped it over Vegeta’s bladder, which was swollen and tender to the touch. “Look at this, you’re starting to look a little round at the edges now…” Frieza gave Vegeta’s bladder a squeeze, as if it were a ripe orange. The pain of THAT felt even more real than any of the other imagined torments his dream had subjected him to. Immediately, an explosion of agony rippled through his bladder, referring up around his rib cage and crashing down against his opening. Tears started to fall and he moaned as heat built up in his length, and for a second he thought he was going to leak, but the feeling disappeared back into the throbbing, awful, urgent pulsing of his bladder yet again. “This is quite amusing, Vegeta…” Frieza said. “I may not even have to use any of my powers on you today. I can punish you fine with just my bare hands.” He mashed his hand against Vegeta’s bladder twice more, each time eliciting grunts and groans of displeasure as Vegeta’s body fought a war with itself. Then, Frieza shoved him to the floor. Vegeta quickly rolled onto his side, curling over on himself in an effort to shield his bladder from the onslaught, but Frieza forced him back around. “LOOK at me when I’m punishing you, Vegeta! I didn’t tell you you could turn away!” “I—“ “This calls for more discipline!” Frieza declared, lifting a leg and stomping down on Vegeta’s lower stomach, pressing his full weight atop Vegeta’s bladder. Vegeta’s body reacted with a surge of screaming agony, his aching sphincters lit ablaze against the grotesque pressure. His back flared and nausea burned a line up his throat. ‘Ahhh… Stop, Frieza!’ Vegeta thought. ‘Please, please! Just stop! I’m gonna be sick! I’m gonna— Not real, not real, not real!’ He was able to feel Kakarot’s chi more clearly now, and that— That was GOOD. He could sense Kakarot, which made him constantly aware that this was just a dream. He could sense Kakarot, so the real Frieza was dead. He could sense Kakarot, so none of this was happening. None of the pain was real, none of the shame, none of the humiliation. “BEG me,” Frieza commanded. “BEG me, and perhaps I will be merciful!” “Never!” Vegeta shouted. “Not even in a dream!” “Then I’m going to have to make you explode…” Frieza said, stomping once more on Vegeta’s bladder, causing the pain in Vegeta’s back to ignite with a new fury. “BEG ME!” Frieza ordered. “Beg me to let you piss, beg me like the pathetic creature you are!” “NO!” More stomping, more pain. ‘Not real, not real, not real—‘ “Pl—Please!” Vegeta cried out, and it was like the nightmare had taken complete control over him, too, forcing him to act in a way he never would, forcing him to endure the pitiful sound of his own voice, of the words he couldn’t hold back. “Please! Please, just let me relieve myself! Please, I’m begging you!” He couldn’t make the words stop coming, and his horror increased as more of them spilled forth. This was even more terrifying than any of the OTHER things his nightmare had been subjecting him to. At least, with the memories of physical torture, there had been a tiny part of him that could be proud for his ability to endure… There was nothing to take pride in here. “Please, please! I have to— I need to relieve myself! Please, let me go!” “Beg MORE,” Frieza barked. “Please, I’ll do anything!” Vegeta could do nothing to keep himself quiet, his dream-self wouldn’t obey him, his dream-self wanted him to be humiliated and ashamed. “Please! I need to go! It hurts!” Something shifted and Vegeta could feel Kakarot more strongly than ever, that was good! He wanted to keep feeling Kakarot! He needed Kakarot! *** Goku woke up, and all his grogginess faded in an instant when he registered how badly he needed to pee. His bladder was exploding, and it felt like it was caught in some kinda— Hang on, what?! Even after all of those ‘STAY ON YOUR SIDE OF THE BED!’ demands, Vegeta was pressed RIGHT up against Goku. More than that, he had his arms wrapped around Goku’s waist as tightly as he did sometimes when they fought! His legs were coiled around Goku’s as well. Vegeta was literally CLINGING to him, like he’d die if he let go, like he couldn’t get close enough to him. And, that would have been fine normally! Goku liked being hugged when he was sleepy. And Vegeta was giving him a really tight, cozy hug right now. There were just a few problems with that. First, Vegeta was the least snuggly person in the universe, so Goku was really confused by this turn of events. It was pretty warm in the room, so he doubted Vegeta was just seeking extra heat. If Vegeta woke up and discovered himself in this position, Goku knew he was going to be yelled at— It wouldn’t matter that Vegeta had been the one doing all the cuddling, he’d come up with some reasoning for why it was Goku’s fault. Second, Goku needed to use the bathroom SO bad! And, Vegeta was, indeed, latched onto him with the same amount of force he employed during battles. Whenever he gripped him this way in a fight, Vegeta always managed to get quite a few decent hits in before Goku broke free. And, in order to actually GET free, Goku would have to power up and basically LAUNCH Vegeta off of himself. Vegeta would not be pleased to be woken up that way. And Goku would be in a lot of trouble if he destroyed one of the walls here by slamming Vegeta through it. But, just wriggling out of Vegeta’s grasp didn’t tend to work. Vegeta reacted too fast, adjusting his hold in whatever way was necessary to keep Goku in place. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to do that in his sleep, though. Goku tried to squirm free, hoping that since Vegeta wasn’t alert, he wouldn’t respond to anything Goku did. Nope. Just as Goku started to ease his way out of Vegeta’s grasp, Vegeta tugged him back, hanging on even tighter. What’s worse, he’d changed the position of his arms slightly— Just enough so that he was now squeezing Goku’s bladder far worse than he had been before. “Ah—Nnnh…” Goku gritted his teeth, squirming his legs and turning around as much as he was able to. If he couldn’t get Vegeta to let go, he at least wanted those strong arms away from his bladder! He managed to get into a position that didn’t hurt AS much, but the waters inside of him refused to calm down. He had to pee, and he had to do it NOW. He thought that if he just got Vegeta’s legs untangled from his own, he’d be able to stand up and walk with Vegeta still clinging to him like this. His bladder would make that difficult, but not impossible. He tried shoving Vegeta’s legs aside, but that only prompted Vegeta to wrap their limbs tighter together. Everything Goku did only made Vegeta hold onto him even more firmly! “Vegetaaaa,” Goku whined. “Let go!” Vegeta nuzzled his face into Goku’s side, but other than that he didn’t move. This was so weird! Was Vegeta’s sleeping brain mistaking Goku for Bulma? Goku had a hard time picturing Vegeta even snuggling Bulma like this! “Vegeta,” Goku said once more. “I promise I won’t tell anybody that you hugged me all night, but ONLY if you let me get up right now!” He wasn’t planning on telling anyone about Vegeta’s strange clinging anyway, but he needed to get through to him somehow. What had gotten into him? WAS he too cold in here? Goku reached and tried to pull the blanket up around Vegeta a bit more to see if that did anything, but again Vegeta pulled Goku closer and now his fingers were kneading into his bladder! “Ouch!” Goku exclaimed as a bright hot bolt of urgency shot down his length. He felt a scorching pressure at his opening, which was immediately followed by a short dribble of pee. “Vegeta, stop it! You’re gonna make me pee the bed!” He paused then, hoping the threat would reach Vegeta’s consciousness somehow, added “I’ll pee the bed, and it’ll get on BOTH of us, so it’ll look like YOU did it too!” Vegeta remained glued to him. “Hnnng, come ON,” Goku cried, wondering how his loud voice alone hadn’t been enough to wake Vegeta up. What the Hell was he dreaming about? Goku didn’t think he was dreaming of a fight— If he was, he would have been flailing, instead of refusing to BUDGE. When Vegeta turned his head slightly, Goku was able to see his expression. His brows were furrowed like they did whenever he was angry. He was sweating, clammy, and a moment later he made a strange, distressed noise, and he shook against Goku. “… Are you having a nightmare?” Goku asked, softer now. “Is that it? Is… Is hugging me making you feel safe?” It was a strange thing to consider, Vegeta being frightened to the point that he was clinging to Goku for comfort. But, Goku didn’t think the idea was too far-fetched, either. Goku remembered the time he and Vegeta had been trapped inside of Buu’s body. They’d encountered a group of worms, and Vegeta had been REALLY freaked out. So much so that he’d stayed behind Goku, using his rival as some kind of ‘shield’ between himself and the worms. He’d even held onto Goku’s shoulders a couple of times, so tightly that they'd ached. And Goku had just LET him do all that. He hadn’t given Vegeta a hard time about it, either. Instead he’d just carried on as if it wasn’t even happening, giving NO acknowledgement to Vegeta’s fear. If letting Vegeta hide behind him and cling onto him made him feel better, then Goku didn’t mind. He’d understood that was what Vegeta needed. He’d understood that, if Vegeta was ALLOWING himself to behave in such a way, he must have been extremely scared, and denying him comfort, or teasing him for it even a little, would have been cruel. Vegeta seemed to be having an atrocious nightmare, he was scared and he needed comfort. And… If clinging to Goku GAVE him that comfort, then Goku supposed he could let it happen. Even if he did really, REALLY need to pee… “It’s okay, Vegeta,” Goku said, trying to ignore the sharp, brutal throbs in his bladder. “I… Mmmf… I can hold it a little longer.” Still, he made one more attempt to wake Vegeta up, giving him a gentle nudge. “You’re just having a bad dream, open your eyes and it’ll be over.” Vegeta’s nightmare was too strong, though. He didn’t wake up, and Goku felt bad. He didn’t know what Vegeta’s brain was choosing to torment him with tonight, but if it was making Vegeta THIS scared, it must have been awful. Goku kept watching him for a few seconds. Then, anxiously, he put a hand onto Vegeta’s shoulder and rubbed it. Vegeta would KILL him if he saw that, but it just felt like the right thing to do now. As did his next words, “Whatever’s scaring you, I’m sure you’re strong enough to beat it.” He squirmed as much as he could with Vegeta wrapped around him. His lower stomach actually hurt from how desperately he had to pee. He was even feeling a little nauseated by the continued pressure. But, he thought Vegeta needed him right now more than HE needed a bathroom. He smoothed his hand down Vegeta’s side, again all-too-aware of how furious his friend would be for such an action. “It’s alright, Vegeta. It’s just a dream,” he said. He tensed his thighs up against another awful jolt from within. He wasn’t fast enough, and a quick jet of liquid hissed between his legs. “It’s… Mmmf…” Goku winced, feeling sweat pouring down his face. “It’s gonna be okay. Everybody has nightmares sometimes. You can defeat this one.” Vegeta’s eyes finally opened and, when they did, they blew wide. Goku expected him to start shouting at him. ‘WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING ME, KAKAROT?! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT STAYING ON YOUR SIDE OF THE BED?!’ He expected Vegeta to pull away from him as if he were the most disgusting thing in the universe. He expected Vegeta to threaten him to NEVER speak of this accidental snuggling again. But, none of that happened. What happened instead utterly confused Goku. Vegeta released him, and shook like he was in an earthquake. His arms spasmed uncontrollably as he wrapped them around himself, his chest was heaving, and a strange noise came out of his mouth. He was breathing, but it sounded all wrong. Rapid-fire inhales and exhales, and it was like he still wasn’t getting enough air into his lungs, because his breathing speed continued to increase, becoming more and more desperate. His chi was going totally ballistic, too. Rising and falling in rapid waves, flaring out of control. Goku was usually so GOOD at reading body-language, especially Vegeta’s. He was good at predicting what a person would do next based on how they were moving now. But this time he just didn’t understand, he had no idea what Vegeta was doing, or what he was going to do. He knew Vegeta was really scared, however this seemed like something MORE than that. “Vegeta?!” Goku asked, startled. “What’s happening?! Are you okay?!” “K—Kakar— Kakar—“ Vegeta struggled, then seemed to just give up, he continued to hug himself, continued to fight for air, and Goku didn’t understand! Goku tried rubbing his back, because he didn’t know what to do, and he remembered that sometimes Chi-Chi rubbed HIS back when he had to get a shot and it made him feel better. He had no idea what to say. Everything about this was so confusing to him, he thought Vegeta probably needed Bulma right now, but Bulma wasn’t HERE, and Goku wasn’t sure how to fix this— He didn’t even know what was WRONG with Vegeta! Feeling Vegeta’s chi continuing to spike and flare, Goku concentrated harder and tried to transfer some of his OWN energy into his friend. He tried to put every bit of relaxation and calm into it that he could. This required him to un-focus completely from his bladder and he started to leak slowly, but he ignored that. He just kept rubbing Vegeta’s back, and when Vegeta’s chi started to calm down and his breathing began to slow, Goku hoped that meant he was doing something right. What was happening? Goku had never done THAT after a nightmare before. But, Vegeta had sure had a lot of really scary things happen to him before. Maybe that meant his nightmares were scarier than Goku’s? “V— Vegeta…?” He began, hesitant. Vegeta’s breathing and energy had both stabilized, and now he was just sitting there, his face pale save for splotches of red. His eyes squeezed closed. He still had his arms around himself, his legs were fidgeting. Goku’s bladder throbbed again, and he felt a trickle escape. He pushed a hand against his crotch to clamp off the flow. It hurt. He just wanted to keep peeing… Vegeta had let go of him, and Vegeta was breathing properly again. Goku could just get up and relieve himself now. But, he STILL didn’t feel right leaving Vegeta alone right now. “Kakarot…” Vegeta managed to say. “Do NOT tell anyone about… That…” “I won’t,” Goku promised, adjusting his position slightly so he could look directly into Vegeta’s eyes. His bladder sloshed, protesting even that tiny motion, and he needed to tighten his grip on himself to avoid another spill. “I promise. I mean, I don’t know WHAT just happened, so how would I even tell anybody?” “…Good,” Vegeta said after a moment. “What… What was that, though?” Goku asked. “I can tell you were having a nightmare, ‘cause of how you were holding onto me, and—“ Vegeta scowled and turned himself further away. “A nightmare, Kakarot?! Do you think I’m a child?” “No,” Goku said. “But, everybody has bad dreams, and I started thinking about all the stuff you’ve been through, so I was wondering if you were, like, remembering something bad, and that’s why you were so… Upset?” He made sure to avoid using the word ‘afraid’. Vegeta was already in the process of shutting down and closing Goku out, acknowledging that his friend had been feeling terrified would cause the conversation to end completely. “It was just a dream,” Vegeta said firmly, shifting around with discomfort. His shoulders shook. “I’m fine.” “But… What HAPPENED in the dream?” “That doesn’t matter.” “Vegeta…” Goku said. Internally, he was scolding himself. Vegeta didn’t WANT to discuss this, and Goku DID want to get out of bed and pee! If he dropped the subject, then they’d BOTH get what they desired— But only ONE of them would get what they actually needed. Goku needed to pee, but Vegeta needed to talk. If they didn’t do that now, then it would NEVER get done. “You can tell me,” Goku said. “No matter what it is, I won’t… Tease you, or whatever you’re so worried about. I swear.” “On Frieza’s ship, there were a few cells. I’d be sent to one whenever I managed to piss off Frieza badly enough. He’d make me wear a collar that prevented me from controlling my chi, so that I had no way to fight back, and then he’d come in and punish me. I was dreaming about that, but it was JUST a dream, so it’s no big deal. Stop worrying about it.” Goku’s eyes widened. He could only imagine what Frieza did to ‘punish’ someone, especially after he’d completely removed their ability to defend themselves. He didn’t even WANT to picture it. Just the idea of having his strength and powers cut off from him was frightening— But to then have someone as ruthless as Frieza come around and ‘punish’ him, too… Goku didn’t press Vegeta for details. He understood enough now, Vegeta’s nightmare had been a memory of himself being tortured. His clinging and hyperventilating made perfect sense. “… Do you need Bulma?” He asked. “Do you need to talk t—“ “No,” Vegeta interrupted. “Don’t disturb her rehearsing over this nonsense.” “I don’t think it’s nonsense,” Goku said. “Sounds like you got hurt super bad…” Vegeta tensed up again and grit his teeth. “If… If he hadn’t stuck that damned collar on me, I could have—“ “You could have,” Goku agreed. “That’s WHY he made you wear the collar, he didn’t want you to have a chance.” Vegeta continued to shift around, looking more uncomfortable. Goku frowned, he was trying his best to make him feel better, but he was just getting more fidgety and upset. “And, yeah, like you said— It was just a dream. Frieza’s dead now, he’ll never do anything like that again to anyo—“ “K—Kakarot!” Vegeta interrupted, squeezing his eyes shut again and shakily getting out of bed. There were tremors running all through his legs, he let go of his chest and let his hands fall down by his sides, clenching them into fists. “You— I— I must… Attend to something else right now!” “Vegeta,” Goku started to say. Vegeta was trembling so much, clearly still on-edge from his nightmare. “Come on, I wanna help y—“ “I—In a minute!” Vegeta insisted, starting to step away. He was still shaking so ba— Oh. Goku felt silly for not realizing this sooner, considering his OWN continued desperation, but now it was plainly obvious. Vegeta’s shudders weren’t from fear anymore— Or at least, not TOTALLY. Vegeta ALSO needed to pee badly. … Which meant Goku was gonna have to wait out here while Vegeta used the restroom. He was going to have to wait here, and possibly ‘encourage’ Vegeta to let it out as he so often did. He was going to have to wait until Vegeta managed to START peeing, and then for the SEVERAL minutes it always took him to finish. He was going to have to listen to his stream spraying out for ages, and just sit there in the bed and endure it. He was going to have to contain his already bursting bladder while Vegeta did what he was DYING to do. Goku didn’t think he could hold it through all of that. He’d burst, he’d pee uncontrollably all over himself and the bed. He’d be soaked, Vegeta would come back, see what he’d done, and be equal parts mortified and furious. He was sure Vegeta would be more humiliated by Goku’s accident than he himself was! Vegeta would be beyond embarrassed when he realized that the hiss of his own stream had been the thing to send Goku over the edge. “H—Hang on, Vegeta!” Goku blurted out. He NEEDED to go first! As much as he didn’t want to prolong Vegeta’s suffering, it was WAY less likely that his friend would wet himself while waiting. Plus, Goku would be finished far, FAR faster than Vegeta. It just made sense for Goku to pee first! “I gotta go, too!” Vegeta froze, and Goku could tell he was blushing. Goku knew how he was going to react. He felt guilty, but he was COUNTING on it; Vegeta’s pride would INSIST he let Goku pee first, just to prove once again that HIS bladder was superior. In Vegeta’s mind, demanding that he take the first turn would be an admission of defeat, a sign of weakness. Those were unhealthy modes of thinking, things Goku had been trying to get Vegeta PAST, but right now, he NEEDED Vegeta to keep feeling that way. “Kakarot…” Vegeta said, his voice much softer than usual. “I… Um… H—Haven’t gone at all since we got here…” What?! But— No! He wasn’t supposed to argue! He wasn’t supposed to— He should have been saying “Of COURSE you do, Kakarot! Your bladder is so tiny! You go first, I wouldn’t want you to piss everywhere and disgrace the legacy of every Saiyan who’s ever lived!” And… He hadn’t gone at all since they’d gotten there?! “But, I thought you went earlier! When I was—“ “I— Shut up!” Vegeta huffed, turning away again. Oh, crap… Goku quickly readjusted to this new information, and it was easy to figure out what had happened. Vegeta HADN’T been able to go while he was downstairs. Then, when Goku got back up here, he’d been too embarrassed to admit it, to accept that the reasoning behind their ‘sleeping arrangement’ tonight had been sound, and that he did, in fact, need Goku’s help. So, he’d gone to bed with his bladder still full, and Goku had been too sleepy to realize it. The passage of time and the fear his nightmare had provoked had most likely worsened his need to a painful degree. So painful that, in a vague way, he was confessing that he didn’t think he could wait for Goku to pee first. But, Goku couldn’t wait for Vegeta, either! Vegeta always gushed like a broken fire hydrant for five minutes! No way could Goku hold it through that! An idea popped into Goku’s head, but it wasn’t one Vegeta was gonna like… “How about we go together?!” Goku asked. Vegeta went still again, save for the tremors of desperation that he was unable to restrain. “… What,” he asked, voice flat. “Er… You know, we stand next to each other and we both—“ “Are you kidding me, Kakarot?! Hell no!” “Come oooon, Vegeta!” Goku whined. He scrambled to his feet, and immediately started to jiggle in place. “I really have to—“ “No, Kakarot! Just be patient!” “But—“ “No!” Goku chewed on his lower lip. His forehead was so sweaty. He felt like he’d waited a life-time already, and the additional time it would take for Vegeta to pee would be the death of him! Worst of all, he understood Vegeta’s refusal. He accepted it, he KNEW Vegeta just wasn’t gonna be COMFORTABLE doing this with him. But, still! He NEEDED Vegeta to do this with him! It was the only option left! “But, but— I’m gonna be out here waiting for you, and you’re gonna KNOW I’m waiting for you, so it’s gonna take you even longer to relax than usual, and it’s gonna be so hard for me to help you!” Vegeta turned back to stare at Kakarot. The glare in his eyes was one of the sharpest Goku had ever seen from him— And that was saying something. “Thanks, Kakarot! I wasn’t even THINKING about that until YOU brought it up!” Goku frowned, he wriggled his feet against the floor. “I’m sorry…” “Fine! You go first!” Vegeta snapped, and the way his knees buckled and rubbed together made it stunningly obvious how much he DIDN’T want to continue waiting. “But, you’re in pain, you’ve been holding it too long—“ “Then, hurry up and—“ “Let’s— Let’s just do it together,” Goku suggested again. “Or at least try to? ‘Cause, that way, if it gets really bad for you, you’ll be in the right spot?” Goku basically telling him that it was OKAY if he couldn’t actually make himself pee when they were side by side like that seemed to soften something in Vegeta. “… Fine, but don’t… Don’t LOOK at me at all when we’re in there.” “You already KNOW that I wouldn’t,” Goku promised, fighting to keep the relieved smile off his face as Vegeta finally agreed. “I’ve never looked before!” He paused. “… Not on purpose, anyway…” he mumbled. “What was that?!” “Nothing!” They entered the restroom together, and Vegeta’s shaking increased as soon as the door was shut. Goku pretended not to notice. He also pretended not to notice when Vegeta anxiously twisted the lock into place. They stood in front of the toilet, and Goku lowered his pants right away. Vegeta just stayed there with his fists clenching at his sides. Goku was having to work VERY hard not to just start peeing right then and there. He was supposed to be able to go now! He was at the toilet! “V—Vegeta, I’ve seen your thingy before,” he said, trying to calm his friend down some. “St—Stop REMINDING me of that as if it somehow makes this any better!” Vegeta’s shaking intensified as his hands hesitantly went for his waistband. “Don’t you DARE look, if you look, you DIE.” “I told you before I’m not gonna look!” Goku was shaking too now. “C—Come on, Vegeta, you’re ALREADY killing me here!” Vegeta continued to hesitate, then as a shudder went down his spine, he finally pulled himself out. He was shutting his eyes so tightly that his aim was sure to be absolutely terrible, but that didn’t matter because nothing was coming out of him. He felt so tense, every muscle he had was tied in a knot. And those knots were tied in knots, too. His ears weren’t picking up on as many sounds or voices this late into the night, but he could still sense so many unfamiliar chis! But, Kakarot’s was the strongest, the one he could feel the most. Kakarot, who didn’t care that the simple task of pissing took so much effort from him. Kakarot, who had just ALLOWED him to cling to him during the night, and then hadn’t said a word about it. Kakarot, who hadn’t made fun of him when he woke up and forgot how to breathe. Kakarot, who never judged him. Goku was trying his best to hold it back until Vegeta at least started to let out a dribble, but his body just couldn’t take it anymore. He was at the toilet, he could release… His bladder recognized that it was time to pee, so that was exactly what it did. And it felt GOOD, too. Even better than his relief at the gas station had been. He lost himself in the feeling, sighing with satisfaction before remembering that Vegeta was still having so much troub— Beside him, Vegeta finally started to pee. He was obviously trying not to make any noise, but Goku could hear a slow, steady exhale from his nose as he was at last able to let something out. Goku hoped that maybe the sound of him peeing had gotten Vegeta’s body to react; That would make sense, he’d noticed Vegeta get awfully tense around running water before. Goku was then given yet another reminder of exactly how large Vegeta’s bladder was— Not that he could ever forget. Once Goku had finished up one of the most badly needed pees of his life, he waited for Vegeta to finish. He turned away completely to give his friend more privacy, and then he had to just… Stand there for several more minutes. A few times, Vegeta’s stream would slow and taper off, but then he’d start going full-force again after a moment. Goku had been seriously about to burst, he’d needed to go so bad that it had been starting to hurt, so to have Vegeta continue to pee for SO long after Goku had gotten everything out… Goku knew that Vegeta just HAD a bigger bladder than him, that was simply the fact of the matter. But this was still concerning and Goku had half a mind to scold Vegeta for not admitting that he’d been having trouble before they’d gone to sleep. Then again, this was such a precarious, fragile thing and Goku knew he couldn’t let Vegeta think he was judging him for ANYTHING. Vegeta FINALLY finished and hurriedly fixed his clothing again. “Kakarot…” he breathed out. He sounded winded, utterly exhausted. And it probably had nothing to do with waking up in the middle of the night. “C—Can I turn around?” Goku asked, just to make sure. “Fine…” Vegeta said. When Goku turned, Vegeta was still red in the face, awkwardly shifting as if he still needed to go. “Phew…” Goku sighed. “I sure feel better now! Right, Vegeta?” “Mmf…” Vegeta turned away. “Listen… Tonight was… Everything about it, I just—“ “I’m not gonna tell anybody, if that’s what you’re worried about.” “Good,” Vegeta said. “And, Kakarot?” “Yeah?” “Wash your damn hands this time.”
  5. Part of my series "Limits" *** Vegeta laid face-down in bed, grimacing. He would never admit it, but he’d overdone it today. His arms were sore, his neck was sore, his spine felt like it was going to disintegrate. He’d turned the gravity up even higher than usual while he’d been training, and when that had resulted in pain and his body had failed to adjust, he hadn’t been able to make himself lower it again. Lowering it would be admitting defeat and, even if he was the only one around to witness it, it would still be unacceptable. So, now every muscle he had hurt. But, at least he hadn’t given up! Bulma looked over at him as he winced, “Vegeta, did you nearly crush yourself in the gravity chamber again today?” “… No,” Vegeta said. “Uh-huh…” Bulma said. She reached over and started to rub his back. She knew the gentle strokes wouldn’t do a whole lot to ease the aches, but it would be better than nothing. When Vegeta didn’t pull away and insist that he was fine, Bulma knew he must have REALLY pushed himself, which meant that tomorrow she’d have to come up with some way to convince him to spend the day resting… That was always like trying to pull teeth from a bear. “That… Feels good…” Vegeta admitted after a moment. “It’s supposed to,” Bulma said. “Wow, you have a ton of knots…” “Knots…?” “Yeah, it’s this thing that happens to people’s muscles sometimes, like a spasm that makes them tense up a lot.” “Feh, maybe humans get those, but a Saiyan’s muscles are—“ “Usually, they’re caused by repetitive motion, or anxiety, or dehydration…” “All things that DON’T apply to me,” Vegeta said. “If you’re feeling anything like a ‘knot’ I’m sure it’s just something Saiyans are SUPPOSED to have.” “Vegeta, literally ALL of those things apply to you! You train constantly, you feel a lot of anxiety, you don’t drink enough—“ “I drink plenty of water now!” Vegeta insisted. “I drink as much as you force me to!” That was true, but Bulma still needed to continue gradually INCREASING Vegeta’s fluid intake. By now, he was drinking enough for an average person, but NOT enough for someone who spent ninety percent of their life working out and sweating. “And what’s this ‘anxiety’ nonsense again?” Vegeta demanded. “I don’t fear anything.” “Anxiety and fear are not the same—“ “I feel neither of them!” Bulma sighed. He was so damned stubborn, and she wasn’t in the mood for an argument tonight, so when Vegeta tried to speak again, Bulma stopped rubbing his back and did something else instead. She wondered if it would do anything to him… Vegeta started to squirm as the unfamiliar sensation hit him. That… Felt… So… It was like something was twitching beneath his skin, it was so annoying! And, for some incomprehensible reason, it was actually making him laugh. “Haha— Bulma!” He snapped. “What the Hell are you doing?! Knock it off!” Bulma CONTINUED to dance her fingers along his back. “Oh, so you ARE ticklish— Has no one ever done this to you before?” He jerked away from her and rolled onto his side, trying NOT to laugh— Why couldn’t he control that? The sensation of Bulma’s touch was intolerably irritating, it shouldn’t have made him laugh! “C—Cut it out!” Bulma just smiled at him, “Oh, but your laugh is so cute—“ “How dare— I am NOT cu—“ Bulma kept going, moving her hand over his stomach, which felt even WORSE, and caused him to have an even more difficult time keeping his laughter at bay. “Haha— Stop it— Woman— I am going to—“ She’d grabbed his arm, pinning him down, for some reason the motion of her fingers across his abdomen was making it hard to move. “E—Enough!” She didn’t stop. She knew he was going to make her pay for this somehow, but she was having too much fun to quit now. Vegeta kept wriggling and snapping at her to knock it off. She was right that no one had ever done this to him before, and he would have preferred to have been allowed to KEEP it that way! The feeling itself was infuriating, and he didn’t feel like he was in control of his own body, which only aggravated him further. And she just kept going, the sensations intensifying along with his laughter, and his— Whoa— He snapped his legs together just in time to prevent a leak from his bladder. What the Hell?! He hadn’t even needed to pee a minute ago! But, he’d nearly started to— Started to— He REALLY needed to go, NOW! “B—Bulma!” He ordered, trying to force his voice to sound more firm in spite of his laughter. “Stop— You have to stop now!” She wouldn’t listen, “Oh, look at this, I’ve got the Prince of all Saiyans begging me for mercy!” “No— No you don’t—“ Enraged, Vegeta gripped her hand, but she squirmed it free and continued. His bladder spasmed sharply, and he really didn’t feel like he was in control of it at all. He tensed his thighs, shuddering. He felt a hot twinge moving down his length. “I— Haha—Stop now! I— I need— Hahaha— I need you to stop!” “Tell me I’ve defeated you,” Bulma teased, trailing her hand over his stomach. “N—Never!” Vegeta exclaimed. “That’s— Hahaha— Ridiculous! I’m not going to—“ Warmth trickled out of him as a few droplets managed to escape his quivering bladder. “—Stop. Stop it now. You don’t understa—“ “Haven’t had enough yet?” Bulma gathered, increasing her efforts, tickling him just beneath his ribs and making him laugh harder than ever. “Oh, here’s the right spot…” Vegeta paled as another spurt hissed forth, “STOP, Bulma— I— Hahahaha— I’m going to— I— I need to—“ Ignoring him, Bulma pressed on, “You know how to make me stop…” she taunted. “Just say that I’ve defeated you, and—“ “N—No!” He couldn’t say that! There wasn’t ANY other statement that could POSSIBLY be harder for him to say than that one! Not even— Not even… “Bulma, I can’t hold it! Stop now! I’m gonna burst!” Bulma slowed down, needing a second to actually process what he’d just said, “You’re…” Vegeta shoved his way off the bed, trying not to cross his legs at a surge of pressure. Had he seriously just said that?! It had gotten her to stop, but— How could he have said such a thing?! Reddening intensely, he rushed to the bathroom and hoped the embarrassment wouldn’t make it too hard for him to go. The sore, achy exhaustion in all of his muscles seemed to help, because his bladder began emptying fairly quickly. What surprised him was how little had actually been IN there. It shouldn’t have been THAT shocking since he had peed before getting into bed, but with as urgent as it had felt he’d expected more. He hoped that what he’d done to himself in the gravity chamber hadn’t shrunk his bladder… He came back out a moment later, shame-faced. “I’m sorry,” Bulma said. “I got carried away. I just love the sound of your laugh, and I don’t get to hear it that often.” Vegeta laid back down, still blushing. “Come on, Vegeta… I promise, I didn’t mean to make you laugh THAT hard!” Vegeta sat up slightly, “Laughter… Makes you need—“ “Yeah,” Bulma said. “You didn’t know that?” Vegeta shook his head. He’d never laughed that hard before, his body had never had that type of reaction. “Well, it does, that’s normal,” Bulma told him. “I had no idea your ribs were so ticklish! Too bad you normally have armor on over them!” “Perhaps I should start wearing my armor to bed…” Vegeta said. “Sounds like I need it for my own protection.” “Aw, don’t be like that,” Bulma said. “Hm…” “What?” “I was thinking about your tail…” “Why?” “Saiyan tails are REALLY sensitive, aren’t they? I wonder what it would have been like to tickle you THERE.” “Well, if my tail ever spontaneously reappears, you’d better not try to find out!” Bulma laughed and was about to lay down, when something else occurred to her. “Hey, back when you still had your tail, you’d transform during the full moon just like Goku, right?” “Of course I would,” Vegeta said. “Why?” “Do you remember if you ever tried to pee while you were transformed?” Vegeta jerked away from her, his face instantaneously scorching red. “Of course not! Why the Hell would I do that?!” “I thought maybe it would have been easier.” “How would it have been easier?!” Vegeta demanded. “Well, when Goku did it, he wasn’t himself anymore. He didn’t know what he was doing, and seemed to just act on instinct. More like an animal—“ “Even more than usual?” “Vegeta…” Bulma sighed. “I just figured, if you’re not really aware of yourself, then you would be less likely to get—“ “I was always in control of myself while transformed,” Vegeta said. “I knew what I was doing. That’s something Saiyans master when they’re young. I guess Kakarot never managed it because there weren’t any other Saiyans around to teach him how.” “Yeah, Goku definitely never knew what he was doing. And he wouldn’t remember any of it, either,” Bulma said. “Why are you even asking about this? My tail’s not going to grow back,” Vegeta said. “I know,” Bulma said. “Trust me, I pay enough attention to that area of your body to know that.” “V—Vulgar—“ Vegeta covered his face as he somehow managed to turn even redder. “So, you never even TRIED to pee that way?” “Of course not! We weren’t even supposed to… You know… in that form. Because it would get… VERY disgusting. I HOPE Kakarot never did it.” Bulma cringed. Now that she was picturing it more, it was probably a good thing that Vegeta hadn’t tried to relieve himself in that state. “He didn’t,” Bulma said. “Guess we lucked out there.” Vegeta mumbled something quietly. And since he was speaking softly, it of course caught Bulma’s attention. “Hm?” “N—Nothing, forget about it.” “Vegeta…” “Ugh, fine… I said… I said that sometimes transforming DID help, though.” “How?” “It was easier for me to… Okay, so if I was transformed I’d… Uh… You’ve seen Kakarot change, you already know there’s a huge size increase.” “But, how does— Oh,” Bulma said. “So, then your bladder would be…” “It would be much larger, yes.” His bladder was already enormous. When he’d been transformed, it must have been practically bottomless. She could imagine him being very desperate, insides splitting apart from the pressure, and then when his form changed he wouldn’t even feel it anymore. But, it wasn’t like he stayed that way forever, he’d have to change back eventually. And, then the opposite would happen. He’d suddenly be feeling the full brunt of his desperation all at once, made even worse by all the time that had passed. Vegeta was recalling those moments now, when he shrank back down to his normal size and the urge to pee returned to him instantaneously. The worst occasions were those where he’d managed to FORGET that he’d been bursting in the moments before he’d transformed. He’d be surprised by wave after wave of pressure, when seconds ago he hadn’t felt like he’d needed to pee at all. Transforming back was a disorienting process to begin with, he needed to quickly readjust to his regular size and shape, his energy would feel out of place for a few seconds, the whole thing was dizzying. Add onto that a sudden, extreme, emergency need for the bathroom and he’d really struggle to maintain his composure. When it was REALLY bad, he’d fold over on himself or be brought to his knees by the heavy swell in his middle, mortified that Nappa or Raditz would notice his severe distress and know what was bothering him. His only saving grace was that those two would always handle it far worse than he did. The dizzying effects of changing back were harder on them, leaving them dazed for much longer, and less aware of what Vegeta was doing. If Vegeta released a pained, desperate moan and tangled his legs together, it went unnoticed. And, they handled the bladder-thing a lot worse as well. If either of them had been a little desperate before transforming, then when they turned back, there would be issues. Generally, this just meant that they had to go right away wherever they were, while Vegeta turned his back and shuddered as he tried to block out the noise from his brain, scoffing at them and ordering them to hurry it up. ‘Hurry, dammit,’ he’d think. ‘I need to get… Somewhere!’ Every so often, Vegeta would contemplate joining them for a second, his bladder would be aching so bad and it wasn’t RIGHT that two low-level fighters should be allowed to relieve themselves while their prince continued to suffer! But, they’d always finish before Vegeta could talk himself into doing it. Then at least one of them would make some kind of remark like “Wow, Vegeta, changing back didn’t make you need to go?! Your bladder must be made of titanium!” And, that would be the end of it; Vegeta definitely couldn’t admit that, actually, he WAS about to explode after that kind of comment! He had to live up to those words! One time, things had happened a little differently, however. When Vegeta transformed back and the fullness of his bladder slammed into him once more, his eyes widened comically and he almost lost his footing. He had to go so fucking bad! He was overflowing! His middle felt like Frieza had blown a hole straight through it, and his thoughts immediately turned into a garbled mess of desperation. It was bad, it was astonishingly bad. It was so bad that he was squeezing his thighs and pressing his tail against himself— It was less obvious if he used his tail instead of his hands, right? It was so bad that he was seriously considering peeing with Nappa and Raditz. Just this ONE time. He’d… He’d pretend it wasn’t an emergency, like he could hold it for ages more if he wanted to! He’d pretend he was only going because… Because he… Wanted to… Uh… Because he wanted to PROVE something, yeah! He’d say ‘A Saiyan should be able to piss WAY farther than that! Look how far I can spray it!’ And— Ugh… Why was the thought of showing off, boasting and making a big spectacle only causing his stomach to knot up on itself? That wasn’t what usually happened to him at all! Yet, when he imagined himself announcing that he could shoot his stream farther than his companions, and then releasing his bladder in front of them to prove it… His… His chest felt twitchy, like it was itching, but on the inside. He hoped it would go away, he just had to— “Ahhh!” A startled yell, followed by a furious hiss. Vegeta turned to see that Raditz and Nappa had changed back. Nappa was stumbling around and gripping himself. And Raditz was frozen still, liquid pouring down one of his legs. Vegeta found himself unable to move as well. The strange itch in his chest worsened, and it was starting to move up into his shoulders and down his arms as well. His face felt very, very warm. He was… Embarrassed, even though he wasn’t the one disgracing himself. He opened his mouth a few times, unable to form words. Raditz’s accident created an intensely noisy gush, splashing harshly against the ground beneath his feet. It was the loudest thing Vegeta had ever heard, and it was making his bladder lurch, he tensed his thighs. His tail, still pinned between them, started to ache. Off to his side, he was dimly aware of Nappa relieving his bladder, but he remained fixated on Raditz, and how dismayed and horrified his expression was. Vegeta’s bladder was thrashing, and his blood ran icy cold. He knew he was supposed to start screaming at Raditz now, demanding to know why he hadn’t held it, shouting at him that he was a weak, useless excuse for a fighter if he wasn’t even strong enough to control his bladder. He was supposed to yell at him that he was a disgrace to the few Saiyans left alive. That sort of thing was what he would have done any OTHER time Raditz screwed something up. But, he couldn’t do it now. The words refused to come. The ANGER refused to come, and that was the scariest part of all. All he could feel was humiliation and shame— And a whole lot of confusion because HE wasn’t the one who’d had an accident! HE was still holding it! He COULD hold it, he could hold it forever, he would never wet himself, ever…. Something inside of him was hurting, and not JUST his bladder. Raditz finally finished, “Pr—Prince Vegeta, I—“ “Silence,” Vegeta said. Raditz’s bladder was empty now. Comfortable. Drained. No longer stretching him out. No longer driving him insane with pressure. Vegeta’s was so full he thought he might die, and he felt… He felt so… What the fuck was this feeling? Why was he so twitchy? Why were little bugs crawling beneath his skin? No, not bugs, they were worms. Disgusting, slimy, wriggling little worms, and they were all as cold as could be, and he couldn’t get rid of them because they were inside him, filling up his chest. “Don’t speak to me.” Nappa returned, “Vegeta, you’re not too mad are y—“ “You shut up, too,” Vegeta growled. He wasn’t mad, he was… Something else. He didn’t know what. All he knew was that he HATED it, and he wanted to get away from here, he wanted to be alone, and he really, REALLY wanted to fucking pee! They returned to their pods. Once they’d taken off and Vegeta was alone in his seat, he writhed like crazy the whole way back. His bladder was going to burst and the sensations in his chest hadn’t faded at all. When they returned to one of Frieza’s many planets, and Vegeta was able to lock himself into a restroom, he could barely pee. He went, but it came out in a slow, dismal trickle, he had to cup a hand over his lower belly and squeeze to get it to continue dribbling, straining and pushing down so hard on his muscles that he was making himself light-headed. It took him close to ten minutes to force everything out, and he couldn’t understand why. He thought he was sick, but refused to get it checked out as he was too ashamed. He was able to urinate normally the next morning anyway, so he told himself it had been a fluke. That, he thought, was the first time that strange feeling in his chest had really become noticeable. “Vegeta…?” Bulma asked now. “What are you thinking about?” “Nothing,” Vegeta said. “When you changed back, and your bladder shrank,” Bulma said. “Was that ever—“ “It was never a problem,” Vegeta said. “I could handle it.” “Okay…” Bulma knew there was something he wasn’t saying, but pressed on. He was speaking about his problem with her, however clipped his responses may have been. She had to get him to keep it up. Talking about it would help him, she knew it would. “Here’s something you might find funny,” she said. “When Yamcha came back to life, he wet himself.” “I think Yamcha does that any time I look at him,” Vegeta said. “So, I’m not surprised.” “When you come back, it’s like waking up from a long sleep, isn’t it? That’s how it felt for me after Buu,” Bulma said. “So, you need to go, right?” Vegeta rolled his eyes, “If you are trying to get me to… To ‘disclose’ how my resurrections faired on my… On my bladder, then you can forget about it.” “So, something DID happen, then?” “Nah—No! That’s not what I said!” “You implied it.” “Well… Even if I did, I’m not elaborating! The— The second time was horrific and I’m never speaking of it, and the first time— You were THERE for the first time, so you already know!” “I don’t know,” Bulma corrected. “Well, you were there,” Vegeta said. “I’m sure you can remember if you try. I’m not going to recount it for you.” Of course, now Vegeta couldn’t stop remembering it. The first time Vegeta was brought back to life, he spent the first hour just trying not to squirm as he leaned against a tree. He also tried his best not to think about how— if he were ANYONE else— the fact that he was beside a tree right now would have been a perfect solution to his current problem. His body hadn’t cooperated with him at all during his trip to Namek— It had betrayed him in every conceivable way. He struggled so much to void even when he was alone, and whenever he finally DID manage to let something out, he was never able to finish; It was torture, he’d try over and OVER again to pee, fail repeatedly most times, and then on the rare occasions that his bladder decided to obey him, he’d only be able to get just enough out to take the edge off. He was never able to empty himself completely, and was perpetually desperate. Every fight he’d gotten into on Namek, he’d had to manage with a full bladder. Each time he had to use the healing pod, he’d wish there were something in it that would manually force his body to drain out. Even when he got knocked unconscious, he didn’t urinate on himself— And, to his horror, he was DISMAYED each time he came to and realized that he was somehow still holding it. He thought he’d be able to forgive himself for having an accident if it happened under those circumstances. Miraculously, he was finally able to go after Kakarot had shown up and taken out the rest of the Ginyus. Vegeta didn’t know WHY that had done it, perhaps knowing that most of the people on the planet were now too dead to watch him piss was all he needed. Whatever the case, when he unzipped and tried for the hundredth time to rid himself of the awful pains tearing apart his insides and setting fire to his back, he was at last able to get out every drop. After he’d finished, he’d felt so exhausted that he’d fallen asleep beside the healing pod Kakarot was in. He hadn’t MEANT to rest so close to Kakarot, that was just where he happened to be when he realized his eyelids no longer wanted to stay open. But, soon after that was when his body would betray him in an even worse way, by failing to take down Frieza. He threw EVERYTHING he had at Frieza, and it had done absolutely nothing. Then, the most heinous betrayal of all, Vegeta had actually… He’d… Cried. He’d actually cried… And Vegeta DIDN’T cry— EVER. And then he just embarrassed himself even more, he practically BEGGED Kakarot to kill Frieza FOR him— Vegeta DIDN’T beg— but he had… And Frieza shot a beam straight through his heart while he was doing it. Vegeta had been killed while BEGGING a low-level fighter to do something that he himself was incapable of. He couldn’t think of a more shameful way to die. But, he’d been brought back… Apparently, since he’d defected from Frieza, he was counted in the wish to bring back everyone from Namek that had been killed by Frieza and his army. He should have been happy to be alive again, and he WAS, but it only took a few seconds for him to become reacquainted with one of the most annoying aspects of being alive; He badly needed to relieve himself. It wasn’t the same level of urgency he’d been experiencing ON Namek, at least. His back didn’t feel like it was drowning in acid after being set on fire a bunch of times. But, he was concerned about how much time he had left BEFORE that feeling reemerged. He was surprised he even needed to pee so much, he HADN’T needed to go at all when Frieza had— Had shot his heart. He ignored everyone else talking, bored by their conversation about where the Namekians were going to live now, and how to bring Kakarot back. Vegeta’s only concern was when and WHERE he would be able to void. Again, the tree would have been perfectly serviceable if he wasn’t so— If this… problem weren’t a factor. But, he doubted the issue had vanished when he’d been brought back to life, and there was a large crowd here to watch as he tried— and most likely failed— to urinate. For some reason, the idea of someone watching him STRUGGLE to pee was even more horrifying to him than the idea of someone watching him ACTUALLY go… The tree wouldn’t work. He could fly off and look for somewhere else, but Earth was a densely populated planet and he’d seen very, very little of it. He had no idea which direction to head off in, if he’d even be ABLE to find seclusion anywhere close by. Come to think of it, where was he going to stay? He didn’t have a way OFF this planet, he was stuck here. In the past, when he stayed on one planet for a longer period of time, it was because Frieza had established a base on it, so he’d have a room somewhere. Otherwise, he slept in his pod or on Frieza’s ship. None of those things were options now… Urgh… He’d deal with that later. One problem at a time. It would be easier to figure out where he was gonna sleep after his bladder was finished distracting him. The blue-haired Earth woman was offering to let the Namekians stay at her house… There were so many of them, how large were Earthling homes? Had Kakarot been living like a king while Vegeta had been relegated to whatever tiny quarters Frieza granted him? How dare— Before he could finish that thought, the woman added that HE could stay at her house too… And then she— She had the AUDACITY to tell him that he was kind of cute! HOW DARE— “WHAT?! I’m not— Shut up!” As if that wasn’t bad enough, she also had the gall to laugh! He, Vegeta, had just ORDERED her to be silent and she responded by LAUGHING! “Oh, come on, drop the arrogant tough guy act and relax, let it all out!” She said. What was she saying THAT for?! Could she tell?! He looked down at himself, noticing the tremors in his legs, but thankfully nothing else. He really, really had to pee, but he didn’t think it LOOKED like he really, really had to pee… Even if she couldn’t tell that he needed to go, speaking so CASUALLY to him was unacceptable! Didn’t she know who he was, what he was capable of?! Why wasn’t she terrified of him?! Perhaps she was, and her offer of a place to sleep was an attempt to placate him so that he didn’t DESTROY this dustball of a planet. Yeah. She WAS scared of him, she was just better at hiding it than most people, that had to be it. Two hours later, Vegeta was struggling not to double over as the Earth woman— Bulma— gave him a tour of her ridiculously oversized house. He didn’t understand why she was doing this. She’d just sent the Namekians off with her father so he could show them to their rooms. But, for some reason, she wanted to show him EVERYTHING. Everything except for the ONLY thing Vegeta actually WANTED to see… He wanted her to hurry up and bring him to the room he’d be staying in, and then leave him alone for a while. But, he realized he was just ASSUMING that the room would contain something he could relieve himself into. That may just be wishful thinking. He might get there and find that he had nowhere to go after all. His room on Frieza’s ship hadn’t had an attached restroom, so he was always forced to wait around until he was certain no one would see him entering a bathroom before he could use it. That had been annoying, but at least he knew where all the toilets on Frieza’s ship WERE. He couldn’t say the same for this place— At no point in this long winded tour had Bulma pointed out where ANY of them were. And Vegeta— Well, he couldn’t just ASK. Bulma was already confusing him, she was way too good at acting like she didn’t fear him, he almost actually BELIEVED it. And, needing her to provide him somewhere to sleep made him think she was pitying him. Giving any indication that he desperately had to use the bathroom would make all of that worse. It would be even easier for her to pretend that he wasn’t menacing if he admitted that he was dying to pee. And, if he failed to keep his squirming in check, he’d look pathetic, she’d pity him more. He could NOT ask, he could NOT draw her attention to this. So long as she didn’t find out that he had to go, everything would be okay. He’d handle his need unnoticed, and THEN he’d be able to show her that he was meant to be feared, that the last thing he ever needed was anyone’s sympathy, and that he was DEFINITELY not ‘cute’! Vegeta was still worried that she could already tell, though. That whole ‘let it all out’ comment was stuck in his mind, and it wouldn’t surprise him if this never-ending tour that was skipping over any restroom facilities was a deliberate act of torture on her part. Vegeta knew HE’D do something similar if he were showing Kakarot around a place and had noticed that he was bursting to go. Bulma showed him a ridiculous number of rooms, most of them laboratories of some sort. She was telling him about ‘capsules’, and how apparently people could fit pretty much anything inside of one. Vegeta didn’t really understand any of it, maybe he would have if he’d been able to think more clearly. She kept glancing back at him. Especially after his bladder started to throb so viciously that he was forced to slow down his pace. She could tell, she could tell… He was pathetic, and she could tell. She was wondering what was wrong with him, why he was incapable of just asking her where a bathroom was, why he was forcing himself to hold it for no reason. Vegeta tried to calm himself down, maybe she couldn’t tell and it was all in his head. And, even if she had figured it out, maybe she just assumed that he didn’t know HOW to ask for what he needed, that since he was an alien he wasn’t sure what he was meant to say… “Are you cold?” Bulma asked him finally. This place WAS chillier than he was used to, but it wasn’t enough to make him uncomfortable. His bladder was doing a FINE job of that all on its own. But, Vegeta was aware that he was trembling, he was holding all of his muscles as taut as he could so that he didn’t give in to the desire to squirm. “I’m fine… Just exhausted. And your yammering hasn’t helped much.” Bulma frowned, then rolled her eyes, “I guess I can’t expect you to have any manners, can I?” Vegeta huffed, glancing away. He had every right to be annoyed! This tour had been going on for ages, and even if she DIDN’T notice that he was bursting, it was still her fault! To his dismay, he thought he actually kind of WANTED her to figure it out, being asked if he wanted to pee didn’t seem as difficult to him as bringing it up himself. That realization wasn’t enough to prompt him to start squirming more blatantly, however. He still couldn’t bring himself to do that, even as his body screamed at him to move around. “I guess I’ve shown you everything you’d need to know about…” Bulma considered. She hadn’t. She’d forgotten something important. Vegeta just couldn’t form the words… And now he’d been standing in one spot for too long, and his bladder was pinching and surging a bit more persistently. He stepped in place. Then, fearing that was too obvious, he started to pace around the hallway instead. “Where are you going?” Bulma asked. “Was there something you wanted to see more closely?” “N—No, I just—“ ‘I have to relieve myself really badly,’ he thought. ‘That’s all I want to do’. “Like I said, I’m exhausted. Being dead takes a lot out of you, not that someone like you would know anything about that!” His lower eyelid twitched when Bulma started to laugh. “Pfft… Hahahaha!” “Wh—What’s so damn funny, woman?!” Vegeta demanded. Had she figured it out? Could she tell he was about to burst? Did she think his critical need to release his waters was hilarious for some reason?! How dare she?! “You’re bragging about DYING before I have,” Bulma pointed out. “I’ve never heard anyone do that— And, a lot of my friends have died at least once before. You think EVERYTHING you do is some big triumph, don’t you?” “That’s not what I meant— I— Dammit, I will NOT be mocked!” “Heh, you’re blushing…” Bulma pointed out. “I am NOT,” Vegeta insisted, covering his face, just to be sure. She was laughing at him… She was supposed to be cowering in fear. At MOST, she was supposed to be angry at him! Those were the reactions Vegeta was used to, terror or fury. People weren’t supposed to be happy to be around him! It was because his bladder was full. That was it. He needed to pee so badly that his usual, threatening aura must have been fading. That was why she wasn’t scared. Once he’d relieved himself, he’d be able to show her what he was REALLY made of again. If he ever GOT to pee, anyway… “But, alright. You’re tired. You were SO busy being dead,” Bulma said. “Want me to show you your room?” “Very well…” Vegeta replied. There had BETTER be somewhere he could urinate in there too. He dreaded having to leave the room and then… Search around for a while because he STILL couldn’t bring himself to just ASK… “Okay,” Bulma said. She led him down another hallway. And then another. And another. Vegeta was starting to think the whole tour was completely pointless. This place was like a maze. He figured that, even if he hadn’t been preoccupied this whole time, he’d still be unable to remember where anything actually was. As they walked, he occasionally glanced at the doors, searching for any indication that one of them led to a restroom. He wouldn’t be able to rush right inside if he spotted one, of course. But, he’d try to remember the location so he could come back later when he was by himself. Very few of the doors had labels on them though and the few labels he DID see weren’t ones that he could understand. Bulma finally opened one of the doors, revealing a bedroom. “Here,” she said. “Get some rest. If you need anything, I’ll be in the atrium.”
 
Vegeta couldn’t recall how to get back there. But, he was clearly incapable of asking her for anything no matter how badly he needed it, so it didn’t matter. He glanced into the room, unable to tell if it held any promise of relief. “This is… Satisfactory,” he said. “Be on your way now.” “What do you say?” Bulma prompted him. Clearly, he needed to be taught some manners… “The room is fine,” Vegeta said. “Goodnight.” Well… That wasn’t what she was looking for, but ‘goodnight’ was still one of the nicest things he’d said to her so far. “Try to get some sleep,” she told him. Vegeta strode into the room and shut the door. As soon as he heard it click, he bent forwards and grasped at himself, granting his body some much needed pressure. He bounced on his heels as he tried to get a better handle on his need. All that walking around and waiting, and he hadn’t been able to do ANYTHING to calm down the throbbing. He looked up after a moment, he could see two doors, and hoped ONE of them would lead to what he wanted. Before he could straighten himself back out, the bedroom door opened again. Vegeta jumped as light flooded into the room, and he was still standing there, hunched over, holding himself and rubbing his legs together. He hurriedly released his hands and spun around. “Wha— What is it— I wasn’t doing anyth—“ Bulma stared at him for a second, “Are you okay?” She asked. “Does your chest still hurt? If it does, you can say so— You don’t have to try to hide it.” “I—I’m not hurt,” Vegeta snapped. “I’m fine! What do you want?” Bulma kept looking at him, at his strained posture and fidgeting legs. Now that he’d LET himself start squirming, he couldn’t help but continue. “Just wanted to let you know that if you get hungry or thirsty during the night, you’re allowed to get something from the kitchen.” “Yes, yes, that’s great,” Vegeta rushed out. “N—Now, I— I want to be alone.” Please, just let him be alone! He couldn’t hold still, and if she kept watching him like that, it was only inevitable that she was going to work out why! “Okay,” Bulma said. “But, if you ever want to talk to someone—“ “Later!” Vegeta snapped. It was like she WANTED to be near him— It was insane! People weren’t supposed to like being close to him! If he didn’t start acting like he was SUPPOSED to soon— “Alright, see you tomorrow,” And finally she was shutting the door again. Vegeta’s hands flew back between his legs for a nice, long squeeze before he was able to start walking again. He managed to reach one of the doors and yanked it open, discovering a small closet, with nothing of use inside of it. Wincing, he shut the door and stumbled across the room to the other one. If this one didn’t have anywhere he could piss, he was going to go crazy. He couldn’t leave this room anymore because he could no longer let go of his crotch. Yeah, if Bulma saw him like THIS she’d immediately tell him where he could find a bathroom, but he couldn’t allow her to see anything this pitiful, EVER. He yanked open the door and immediately felt a bit of tension fade. A restroom, finally… The toilet looked pretty close to what he was used to as well, and he was glad humans and Saiyans had similar anatomy. There wasn’t a holder for him to place his tail into if he wanted to sit down, but since his tail didn’t seem to be growing back, he doubted that would ever be a problem. He quickly shut the door and moved to lock it, shaking a bit when it struck him how flimsy the lock actually felt in his hand. He was sure it was enough to keep a human from busting down the door, but it was very apparent that, if he wasn’t careful, he could very easily destroy it. Vegeta got in front of the toilet and hurriedly lifted the lid and seat up, getting his clothing apart as fast as he could. But, naturally, relief didn’t come easily. He’d DIED today, he’d been killed by Frieza after being utterly decimated by him, AND while basically begging Kakarot for help… He’d reached a whole new level of pathetic. He didn’t see any way to come back from that. Clearly, he must have lost what made him a great fighter today, otherwise Bulma would be scared of him. But, she wasn’t. And the only reason she WOULDN’T be frightened would be because she too thought he was pathetic… He was definitely pitiful, he couldn’t even piss… ‘Come ON, stupid thing… WORK,’ he thought. ‘Can’t ONE thing do what I want it to today?!’ He pushed a hand onto his lower stomach, inevitably just drawing forth more pain rather than a stream. ‘Frieza killed you so easily, he thought you were a joke. You didn’t even faze him. Nothing you did fazed him.’ He hated how, when he struggled to piss, he just got locked up in his thoughts like this. He was totally alone with them, and they became far more vicious and cruel than anything he ever said to other people— And that was an impressive feat. ‘You are the prince of all Saiyans,’ he told himself. ‘You can’t let one loss destroy you like this…’ But, it was the worst loss imaginable. He had to strain and force himself to start peeing, and when it finally happened it was a slow, dismal stream that was tinted pink. The color alarmed him for a moment, but then the memory of Frieza pounding his fists into his kidneys over and over returned to him. No big mystery as to where the pink had come from. At least it wasn’t bright red… He never managed to really burst, only continuing to let out the halting, dribbling spurts. At least he was finally going at all, even if he barely felt relieved by it. It took him so long to get all of it out that his legs went numb. Finally, he was able to put his clothes back together. His abdomen was sore and aching, and so was his back. And his chest where Frieza’s final blast had hit him. And his arms. And… Basically everything. Dying really HAD taken a lot out of him… He left the restroom and collapsed on the bed. He knew he should probably wash himself, but he was just so tired and wanted this day to finally end. He’d deal with it tomorrow. Vegeta jumped again when he heard the door opening. Bulma was back… Again… Now that he wasn’t bursting to piss, he thought he could be a bit more menacing to her, at least. He sat up, glowering. “What do you want this time, woman?!” He snapped. “I am trying to sleep!” “I know,” Bulma said. “And, I’m sorry. It’s just, I was thinking and I realized that I forgot something important.” Vegeta sighed and exaggeratedly rolled his eyes, folding his arms. “And what might that be?” “I didn’t show you where any of the bathrooms are,” Bulma said. “I’m sorry, that should have been one of the first things.” What was she implying?! Did she think he couldn’t hold it for a reasonable amount of time?! “And, I don’t know how similar the showers and toilets are here to what you got used to in space, or if you need me to explain how they work, so if that’s a problem—“ “I am perfectly capable of figuring such things out!” “I’m sure you can! But, you looked so uncomfortable earlier, and I started thinking maybe you just needed to—“ “Of course not! I’m not a child!” “Don’t get all defensive about th—“ “I’m NOT getting defensive!” Vegeta exclaimed, defensively. Bulma sighed. “You’re blushing again,” she deadpanned. “Nope,” Vegeta insisted, covering his face again. “Now… Get out. I want to sleep. And you don’t have to explain anything to me.” “Alright… Sleep well,” Bulma said. Like she actually cared about whether or not he got a decent night’s rest… Why SHOULD she? The next morning, Vegeta woke uncomfortably. Now that he’d rested up, he was a lot more aware of how filthy he was. He needed to wash off… He went to the shower and stared at the dial for a few seconds. It was… Weird. On Frieza’s ship, the showers had had a bunch of buttons, not just one huge dial. One button to turn it on and off, and then a series of them to control the temperature. Deciding the dial couldn’t be THAT different, Vegeta turned it slightly, and immediately a spray of ice-cold water hit him. “Gah—!” Cold, cold, cold! He shivered violently as he moved the dial just a tiny bit further. Suddenly, the water was blisteringly hot instead. Dammit! He’d figure this out. He did NOT need Bulma to teach him how it worked! *** “I guess I do kind of remember,” Bulma said now. “When I was giving you that tour, I thought the AC was too high since you wouldn’t stop shaking, then I thought maybe you just had to go, and you—“ “Ordered you to stop speaking about it,” Vegeta said. “And, I would very much appreciate it if you did that NOW. I’m through discussing this.”
  6. Vegeta laid face-down in bed, grimacing. He would never admit it, but he’d overdone it today. His arms were sore, his neck was sore, his spine felt like it was going to disintegrate. He’d turned the gravity up even higher than usual while he’d been training, and when that had resulted in pain and his body had failed to adjust, he hadn’t been able to make himself lower it again. Lowering it would be admitting defeat and, even if he was the only one around to witness it, it would still be unacceptable. So, now every muscle he had hurt. But, at least he hadn’t given up! Bulma looked over at him as he winced, “Vegeta, did you nearly crush yourself in the gravity chamber again today?” “… No,” Vegeta said. “Uh-huh…” Bulma said. She reached over and started to rub his back. She knew the gentle strokes wouldn’t do a whole lot to ease the aches, but it would be better than nothing. When Vegeta didn’t pull away and insist that he was fine, Bulma knew he must have REALLY pushed himself, which meant that tomorrow she’d have to come up with some way to convince him to spend the day resting… That was always like trying to pull teeth from a bear. “That… Feels good…” Vegeta admitted after a moment. “It’s supposed to,” Bulma said. “Wow, you have a ton of knots…” “Knots…?” “Yeah, it’s this thing that happens to people’s muscles sometimes, like a spasm that makes them tense up a lot.” “Feh, maybe humans get those, but a Saiyan’s muscles are—“ “Usually, they’re caused by repetitive motion, or anxiety, or dehydration…” “All things that DON’T apply to me,” Vegeta said. “If you’re feeling anything like a ‘knot’ I’m sure it’s just something Saiyans are SUPPOSED to have.” “Vegeta, literally ALL of those things apply to you! You train constantly, you feel a lot of anxiety, you don’t drink enough—“ “I drink plenty of water now!” Vegeta insisted. “I drink as much as you force me to!” That was true, but Bulma still needed to continue gradually INCREASING Vegeta’s fluid intake. By now, he was drinking enough for an average person, but NOT enough for someone who spent ninety percent of their life working out and sweating. “And what’s this ‘anxiety’ nonsense again?” Vegeta demanded. “I don’t fear anything.” “Anxiety and fear are not the same—“ “I feel neither of them!” Bulma sighed. He was so damned stubborn, and she wasn’t in the mood for an argument tonight, so when Vegeta tried to speak again, Bulma stopped rubbing his back and did something else instead. She wondered if it would do anything to him… Vegeta started to squirm as the unfamiliar sensation hit him. That… Felt… So… It was like something was twitching beneath his skin, it was so annoying! And, for some incomprehensible reason, it was actually making him laugh. “Haha— Bulma!” He snapped. “What the Hell are you doing?! Knock it off!” Bulma CONTINUED to dance her fingers along his back. “Oh, so you ARE ticklish— Has no one ever done this to you before?” He jerked away from her and rolled onto his side, trying NOT to laugh— Why couldn’t he control that? The sensation of Bulma’s touch was intolerably irritating, it shouldn’t have made him laugh! “C—Cut it out!” Bulma just smiled at him, “Oh, but your laugh is so cute—“ “How dare— I am NOT cu—“ Bulma kept going, moving her hand over his stomach, which felt even WORSE, and caused him to have an even more difficult time keeping his laughter at bay. “Haha— Stop it— Woman— I am going to—“ She’d grabbed his arm, pinning him down, for some reason the motion of her fingers across his abdomen was making it hard to move. “E—Enough!” She didn’t stop. She knew he was going to make her pay for this somehow, but she was having too much fun to quit now. Vegeta kept wriggling and snapping at her to knock it off. She was right that no one had ever done this to him before, and he would have preferred to have been allowed to KEEP it that way! The feeling itself was infuriating, and he didn’t feel like he was in control of his own body, which only aggravated him further. And she just kept going, the sensations intensifying along with his laughter, and his— Whoa— He snapped his legs together just in time to prevent a leak from his bladder. What the Hell?! He hadn’t even needed to pee a minute ago! But, he’d nearly started to— Started to— He REALLY needed to go, NOW! “B—Bulma!” He ordered, trying to force his voice to sound more firm in spite of his laughter. “Stop— You have to stop now!” She wouldn’t listen, “Oh, look at this, I’ve got the Prince of all Saiyans begging me for mercy!” “No— No you don’t—“ Enraged, Vegeta gripped her hand, but she squirmed it free and continued. His bladder spasmed sharply, and he really didn’t feel like he was in control of it at all. He tensed his thighs, shuddering. He felt a hot twinge moving down his length. “I— Haha—Stop now! I— I need— Hahaha— I need you to stop!” “Tell me I’ve defeated you,” Bulma teased, trailing her hand over his stomach. “N—Never!” Vegeta exclaimed. “That’s— Hahaha— Ridiculous! I’m not going to—“ Warmth trickled out of him as a few droplets managed to escape his quivering bladder. “—Stop. Stop it now. You don’t understa—“ “Haven’t had enough yet?” Bulma gathered, increasing her efforts, tickling him just beneath his ribs and making him laugh harder than ever. “Oh, here’s the right spot…” Vegeta paled as another spurt hissed forth, “STOP, Bulma— I— Hahahaha— I’m going to— I— I need to—“ Ignoring him, Bulma pressed on, “You know how to make me stop…” she taunted. “Just say that I’ve defeated you, and—“ “N—No!” He couldn’t say that! There wasn’t ANY other statement that could POSSIBLY be harder for him to say than that one! Not even— Not even… “Bulma, I can’t hold it! Stop now! I’m gonna burst!” Bulma slowed down, needing a second to actually process what he’d just said, “You’re…” Vegeta shoved his way off the bed, trying not to cross his legs at a surge of pressure. Had he seriously just said that?! It had gotten her to stop, but— How could he have said such a thing?! Reddening intensely, he rushed to the bathroom and hoped the embarrassment wouldn’t make it too hard for him to go. The sore, achy exhaustion in all of his muscles seemed to help, because his bladder began emptying fairly quickly. What surprised him was how little had actually been IN there. It shouldn’t have been THAT shocking since he had peed before getting into bed, but with as urgent as it had felt he’d expected more. He hoped that what he’d done to himself in the gravity chamber hadn’t shrunk his bladder… He came back out a moment later, shame-faced. “I’m sorry,” Bulma said. “I got carried away. I just love the sound of your laugh, and I don’t get to hear it that often.” Vegeta laid back down, still blushing. “Come on, Vegeta… I promise, I didn’t mean to make you laugh THAT hard!” Vegeta sat up slightly, “Laughter… Makes you need—“ “Yeah,” Bulma said. “You didn’t know that?” Vegeta shook his head. He’d never laughed that hard before, his body had never had that type of reaction. “Well, it does, that’s normal,” Bulma told him. “I had no idea your ribs were so ticklish! Too bad you normally have armor on over them!” “Perhaps I should start wearing my armor to bed…” Vegeta said. “Sounds like I need it for my own protection.” “Aw, don’t be like that,” Bulma said. “Hm…” “What?” “I was thinking about your tail…” “Why?” “Saiyan tails are REALLY sensitive, aren’t they? I wonder what it would have been like to tickle you THERE.” “Well, if my tail ever spontaneously reappears, you’d better not try to find out!” Bulma laughed and was about to lay down, when something else occurred to her. “Hey, back when you still had your tail, you’d transform during the full moon just like Goku, right?” “Of course I would,” Vegeta said. “Why?” “Do you remember if you ever tried to pee while you were transformed?” Vegeta jerked away from her, his face instantaneously scorching red. “Of course not! Why the Hell would I do that?!” “I thought maybe it would have been easier.” “How would it have been easier?!” Vegeta demanded. “Well, when Goku did it, he wasn’t himself anymore. He didn’t know what he was doing, and seemed to just act on instinct. More like an animal—“ “Even more than usual?” “Vegeta…” Bulma sighed. “I just figured, if you’re not really aware of yourself, then you would be less likely to get—“ “I was always in control of myself while transformed,” Vegeta said. “I knew what I was doing. That’s something Saiyans master when they’re young. I guess Kakarot never managed it because there weren’t any other Saiyans around to teach him how.” “Yeah, Goku definitely never knew what he was doing. And he wouldn’t remember any of it, either,” Bulma said. “Why are you even asking about this? My tail’s not going to grow back,” Vegeta said. “I know,” Bulma said. “Trust me, I pay enough attention to that area of your body to know that.” “V—Vulgar—“ Vegeta covered his face as he somehow managed to turn even redder. “So, you never even TRIED to pee that way?” “Of course not! We weren’t even supposed to… You know… in that form. Because it would get… VERY disgusting. I HOPE Kakarot never did it.” Bulma cringed. Now that she was picturing it more, it was probably a good thing that Vegeta hadn’t tried to relieve himself in that state. “He didn’t,” Bulma said. “Guess we lucked out there.” Vegeta mumbled something quietly. And since he was speaking softly, it of course caught Bulma’s attention. “Hm?” “N—Nothing, forget about it.” “Vegeta…” “Ugh, fine… I said… I said that sometimes transforming DID help, though.” “How?” “It was easier for me to… Okay, so if I was transformed I’d… Uh… You’ve seen Kakarot change, you already know there’s a huge size increase.” “But, how does— Oh,” Bulma said. “So, then your bladder would be…” “It would be much larger, yes.” His bladder was already enormous. When he’d been transformed, it must have been practically bottomless. She could imagine him being very desperate, insides splitting apart from the pressure, and then when his form changed he wouldn’t even feel it anymore. But, it wasn’t like he stayed that way forever, he’d have to change back eventually. And, then the opposite would happen. He’d suddenly be feeling the full brunt of his desperation all at once, made even worse by all the time that had passed. Vegeta was recalling those moments now, when he shrank back down to his normal size and the urge to pee returned to him instantaneously. The worst occasions were those where he’d managed to FORGET that he’d been bursting in the moments before he’d transformed. He’d be surprised by wave after wave of pressure, when seconds ago he hadn’t felt like he’d needed to pee at all. Transforming back was a disorienting process to begin with, he needed to quickly readjust to his regular size and shape, his energy would feel out of place for a few seconds, the whole thing was dizzying. Add onto that a sudden, extreme, emergency need for the bathroom and he’d really struggle to maintain his composure. When it was REALLY bad, he’d fold over on himself or be brought to his knees by the heavy swell in his middle, mortified that Nappa or Raditz would notice his severe distress and know what was bothering him. His only saving grace was that those two would always handle it far worse than he did. The dizzying effects of changing back were harder on them, leaving them dazed for much longer, and less aware of what Vegeta was doing. If Vegeta released a pained, desperate moan and tangled his legs together, it went unnoticed. And, they handled the bladder-thing a lot worse as well. If either of them had been a little desperate before transforming, then when they turned back, there would be issues. Generally, this just meant that they had to go right away wherever they were, while Vegeta turned his back and shuddered as he tried to block out the noise from his brain, scoffing at them and ordering them to hurry it up. ‘Hurry, dammit,’ he’d think. ‘I need to get… Somewhere!’ Every so often, Vegeta would contemplate joining them for a second, his bladder would be aching so bad and it wasn’t RIGHT that two low-level fighters should be allowed to relieve themselves while their prince continued to suffer! But, they’d always finish before Vegeta could talk himself into doing it. Then at least one of them would make some kind of remark like “Wow, Vegeta, changing back didn’t make you need to go?! Your bladder must be made of titanium!” And, that would be the end of it; Vegeta definitely couldn’t admit that, actually, he WAS about to explode after that kind of comment! He had to live up to those words! One time, things had happened a little differently, however. When Vegeta transformed back and the fullness of his bladder slammed into him once more, his eyes widened comically and he almost lost his footing. He had to go so fucking bad! He was overflowing! His middle felt like Frieza had blown a hole straight through it, and his thoughts immediately turned into a garbled mess of desperation. It was bad, it was astonishingly bad. It was so bad that he was squeezing his thighs and pressing his tail against himself— It was less obvious if he used his tail instead of his hands, right? It was so bad that he was seriously considering peeing with Nappa and Raditz. Just this ONE time. He’d… He’d pretend it wasn’t an emergency, like he could hold it for ages more if he wanted to! He’d pretend he was only going because… Because he… Wanted to… Uh… Because he wanted to PROVE something, yeah! He’d say ‘A Saiyan should be able to piss WAY farther than that! Look how far I can spray it!’ And— Ugh… Why was the thought of showing off, boasting and making a big spectacle only causing his stomach to knot up on itself? That wasn’t what usually happened to him at all! Yet, when he imagined himself announcing that he could shoot his stream farther than his companions, and then releasing his bladder in front of them to prove it… His… His chest felt twitchy, like it was itching, but on the inside. He hoped it would go away, he just had to— “Ahhh!” A startled yell, followed by a furious hiss. Vegeta turned to see that Raditz and Nappa had changed back. Nappa was stumbling around and gripping himself. And Raditz was frozen still, liquid pouring down one of his legs. Vegeta found himself unable to move as well. The strange itch in his chest worsened, and it was starting to move up into his shoulders and down his arms as well. His face felt very, very warm. He was… Embarrassed, even though he wasn’t the one disgracing himself. He opened his mouth a few times, unable to form words. Raditz’s accident created an intensely noisy gush, splashing harshly against the ground beneath his feet. It was the loudest thing Vegeta had ever heard, and it was making his bladder lurch, he tensed his thighs. His tail, still pinned between them, started to ache. Off to his side, he was dimly aware of Nappa relieving his bladder, but he remained fixated on Raditz, and how dismayed and horrified his expression was. Vegeta’s bladder was thrashing, and his blood ran icy cold. He knew he was supposed to start screaming at Raditz now, demanding to know why he hadn’t held it, shouting at him that he was a weak, useless excuse for a fighter if he wasn’t even strong enough to control his bladder. He was supposed to yell at him that he was a disgrace to the few Saiyans left alive. That sort of thing was what he would have done any OTHER time Raditz screwed something up. But, he couldn’t do it now. The words refused to come. The ANGER refused to come, and that was the scariest part of all. All he could feel was humiliation and shame— And a whole lot of confusion because HE wasn’t the one who’d had an accident! HE was still holding it! He COULD hold it, he could hold it forever, he would never wet himself, ever…. Something inside of him was hurting, and not JUST his bladder. Raditz finally finished, “Pr—Prince Vegeta, I—“ “Silence,” Vegeta said. Raditz’s bladder was empty now. Comfortable. Drained. No longer stretching him out. No longer driving him insane with pressure. Vegeta’s was so full he thought he might die, and he felt… He felt so… What the fuck was this feeling? Why was he so twitchy? Why were little bugs crawling beneath his skin? No, not bugs, they were worms. Disgusting, slimy, wriggling little worms, and they were all as cold as could be, and he couldn’t get rid of them because they were inside him, filling up his chest. “Don’t speak to me.” Nappa returned, “Vegeta, you’re not too mad are y—“ “You shut up, too,” Vegeta growled. He wasn’t mad, he was… Something else. He didn’t know what. All he knew was that he HATED it, and he wanted to get away from here, he wanted to be alone, and he really, REALLY wanted to fucking pee! They returned to their pods. Once they’d taken off and Vegeta was alone in his seat, he writhed like crazy the whole way back. His bladder was going to burst and the sensations in his chest hadn’t faded at all. When they returned to one of Frieza’s many planets, and Vegeta was able to lock himself into a restroom, he could barely pee. He went, but it came out in a slow, dismal trickle, he had to cup a hand over his lower belly and squeeze to get it to continue dribbling, straining and pushing down so hard on his muscles that he was making himself light-headed. It took him close to ten minutes to force everything out, and he couldn’t understand why. He thought he was sick, but refused to get it checked out as he was too ashamed. He was able to urinate normally the next morning anyway, so he told himself it had been a fluke. That, he thought, was the first time that strange feeling in his chest had really become noticeable. “Vegeta…?” Bulma asked now. “What are you thinking about?” “Nothing,” Vegeta said. “When you changed back, and your bladder shrank,” Bulma said. “Was that ever—“ “It was never a problem,” Vegeta said. “I could handle it.” “Okay…” Bulma knew there was something he wasn’t saying, but pressed on. He was speaking about his problem with her, however clipped his responses may have been. She had to get him to keep it up. Talking about it would help him, she knew it would. “Here’s something you might find funny,” she said. “When Yamcha came back to life, he wet himself.” “I think Yamcha does that any time I look at him,” Vegeta said. “So, I’m not surprised.” “When you come back, it’s like waking up from a long sleep, isn’t it? That’s how it felt for me after Buu,” Bulma said. “So, you need to go, right?” Vegeta rolled his eyes, “If you are trying to get me to… To ‘disclose’ how my resurrections faired on my… On my bladder, then you can forget about it.” “So, something DID happen, then?” “Nah—No! That’s not what I said!” “You implied it.” “Well… Even if I did, I’m not elaborating! The— The second time was horrific and I’m never speaking of it, and the first time— You were THERE for the first time, so you already know!” “I don’t know,” Bulma corrected. “Well, you were there,” Vegeta said. “I’m sure you can remember if you try. I’m not going to recount it for you.” Of course, now Vegeta couldn’t stop remembering it. The first time Vegeta was brought back to life, he spent the first hour just trying not to squirm as he leaned against a tree. He also tried his best not to think about how— if he were ANYONE else— the fact that he was beside a tree right now would have been a perfect solution to his current problem. His body hadn’t cooperated with him at all during his trip to Namek— It had betrayed him in every conceivable way. He struggled so much to void even when he was alone, and whenever he finally DID manage to let something out, he was never able to finish; It was torture, he’d try over and OVER again to pee, fail repeatedly most times, and then on the rare occasions that his bladder decided to obey him, he’d only be able to get just enough out to take the edge off. He was never able to empty himself completely, and was perpetually desperate. Every fight he’d gotten into on Namek, he’d had to manage with a full bladder. Each time he had to use the healing pod, he’d wish there were something in it that would manually force his body to drain out. Even when he got knocked unconscious, he didn’t urinate on himself— And, to his horror, he was DISMAYED each time he came to and realized that he was somehow still holding it. He thought he’d be able to forgive himself for having an accident if it happened under those circumstances. Miraculously, he was finally able to go after Kakarot had shown up and taken out the rest of the Ginyus. Vegeta didn’t know WHY that had done it, perhaps knowing that most of the people on the planet were now too dead to watch him piss was all he needed. Whatever the case, when he unzipped and tried for the hundredth time to rid himself of the awful pains tearing apart his insides and setting fire to his back, he was at last able to get out every drop. After he’d finished, he’d felt so exhausted that he’d fallen asleep beside the healing pod Kakarot was in. He hadn’t MEANT to rest so close to Kakarot, that was just where he happened to be when he realized his eyelids no longer wanted to stay open. But, soon after that was when his body would betray him in an even worse way, by failing to take down Frieza. He threw EVERYTHING he had at Frieza, and it had done absolutely nothing. Then, the most heinous betrayal of all, Vegeta had actually… He’d… Cried. He’d actually cried… And Vegeta DIDN’T cry— EVER. And then he just embarrassed himself even more, he practically BEGGED Kakarot to kill Frieza FOR him— Vegeta DIDN’T beg— but he had… And Frieza shot a beam straight through his heart while he was doing it. Vegeta had been killed while BEGGING a low-level fighter to do something that he himself was incapable of. He couldn’t think of a more shameful way to die. But, he’d been brought back… Apparently, since he’d defected from Frieza, he was counted in the wish to bring back everyone from Namek that had been killed by Frieza and his army. He should have been happy to be alive again, and he WAS, but it only took a few seconds for him to become reacquainted with one of the most annoying aspects of being alive; He badly needed to relieve himself. It wasn’t the same level of urgency he’d been experiencing ON Namek, at least. His back didn’t feel like it was drowning in acid after being set on fire a bunch of times. But, he was concerned about how much time he had left BEFORE that feeling reemerged. He was surprised he even needed to pee so much, he HADN’T needed to go at all when Frieza had— Had shot his heart. He ignored everyone else talking, bored by their conversation about where the Namekians were going to live now, and how to bring Kakarot back. Vegeta’s only concern was when and WHERE he would be able to void. Again, the tree would have been perfectly serviceable if he wasn’t so— If this… problem weren’t a factor. But, he doubted the issue had vanished when he’d been brought back to life, and there was a large crowd here to watch as he tried— and most likely failed— to urinate. For some reason, the idea of someone watching him STRUGGLE to pee was even more horrifying to him than the idea of someone watching him ACTUALLY go… The tree wouldn’t work. He could fly off and look for somewhere else, but Earth was a densely populated planet and he’d seen very, very little of it. He had no idea which direction to head off in, if he’d even be ABLE to find seclusion anywhere close by. Come to think of it, where was he going to stay? He didn’t have a way OFF this planet, he was stuck here. In the past, when he stayed on one planet for a longer period of time, it was because Frieza had established a base on it, so he’d have a room somewhere. Otherwise, he slept in his pod or on Frieza’s ship. None of those things were options now… Urgh… He’d deal with that later. One problem at a time. It would be easier to figure out where he was gonna sleep after his bladder was finished distracting him. The blue-haired Earth woman was offering to let the Namekians stay at her house… There were so many of them, how large were Earthling homes? Had Kakarot been living like a king while Vegeta had been relegated to whatever tiny quarters Frieza granted him? How dare— Before he could finish that thought, the woman added that HE could stay at her house too… And then she— She had the AUDACITY to tell him that he was kind of cute! HOW DARE— “WHAT?! I’m not— Shut up!” As if that wasn’t bad enough, she also had the gall to laugh! He, Vegeta, had just ORDERED her to be silent and she responded by LAUGHING! “Oh, come on, drop the arrogant tough guy act and relax, let it all out!” She said. What was she saying THAT for?! Could she tell?! He looked down at himself, noticing the tremors in his legs, but thankfully nothing else. He really, really had to pee, but he didn’t think it LOOKED like he really, really had to pee… Even if she couldn’t tell that he needed to go, speaking so CASUALLY to him was unacceptable! Didn’t she know who he was, what he was capable of?! Why wasn’t she terrified of him?! Perhaps she was, and her offer of a place to sleep was an attempt to placate him so that he didn’t DESTROY this dustball of a planet. Yeah. She WAS scared of him, she was just better at hiding it than most people, that had to be it. Two hours later, Vegeta was struggling not to double over as the Earth woman— Bulma— gave him a tour of her ridiculously oversized house. He didn’t understand why she was doing this. She’d just sent the Namekians off with her father so he could show them to their rooms. But, for some reason, she wanted to show him EVERYTHING. Everything except for the ONLY thing Vegeta actually WANTED to see… He wanted her to hurry up and bring him to the room he’d be staying in, and then leave him alone for a while. But, he realized he was just ASSUMING that the room would contain something he could relieve himself into. That may just be wishful thinking. He might get there and find that he had nowhere to go after all. His room on Frieza’s ship hadn’t had an attached restroom, so he was always forced to wait around until he was certain no one would see him entering a bathroom before he could use it. That had been annoying, but at least he knew where all the toilets on Frieza’s ship WERE. He couldn’t say the same for this place— At no point in this long winded tour had Bulma pointed out where ANY of them were. And Vegeta— Well, he couldn’t just ASK. Bulma was already confusing him, she was way too good at acting like she didn’t fear him, he almost actually BELIEVED it. And, needing her to provide him somewhere to sleep made him think she was pitying him. Giving any indication that he desperately had to use the bathroom would make all of that worse. It would be even easier for her to pretend that he wasn’t menacing if he admitted that he was dying to pee. And, if he failed to keep his squirming in check, he’d look pathetic, she’d pity him more. He could NOT ask, he could NOT draw her attention to this. So long as she didn’t find out that he had to go, everything would be okay. He’d handle his need unnoticed, and THEN he’d be able to show her that he was meant to be feared, that the last thing he ever needed was anyone’s sympathy, and that he was DEFINITELY not ‘cute’! Vegeta was still worried that she could already tell, though. That whole ‘let it all out’ comment was stuck in his mind, and it wouldn’t surprise him if this never-ending tour that was skipping over any restroom facilities was a deliberate act of torture on her part. Vegeta knew HE’D do something similar if he were showing Kakarot around a place and had noticed that he was bursting to go. Bulma showed him a ridiculous number of rooms, most of them laboratories of some sort. She was telling him about ‘capsules’, and how apparently people could fit pretty much anything inside of one. Vegeta didn’t really understand any of it, maybe he would have if he’d been able to think more clearly. She kept glancing back at him. Especially after his bladder started to throb so viciously that he was forced to slow down his pace. She could tell, she could tell… He was pathetic, and she could tell. She was wondering what was wrong with him, why he was incapable of just asking her where a bathroom was, why he was forcing himself to hold it for no reason. Vegeta tried to calm himself down, maybe she couldn’t tell and it was all in his head. And, even if she had figured it out, maybe she just assumed that he didn’t know HOW to ask for what he needed, that since he was an alien he wasn’t sure what he was meant to say… “Are you cold?” Bulma asked him finally. This place WAS chillier than he was used to, but it wasn’t enough to make him uncomfortable. His bladder was doing a FINE job of that all on its own. But, Vegeta was aware that he was trembling, he was holding all of his muscles as taut as he could so that he didn’t give in to the desire to squirm. “I’m fine… Just exhausted. And your yammering hasn’t helped much.” Bulma frowned, then rolled her eyes, “I guess I can’t expect you to have any manners, can I?” Vegeta huffed, glancing away. He had every right to be annoyed! This tour had been going on for ages, and even if she DIDN’T notice that he was bursting, it was still her fault! To his dismay, he thought he actually kind of WANTED her to figure it out, being asked if he wanted to pee didn’t seem as difficult to him as bringing it up himself. That realization wasn’t enough to prompt him to start squirming more blatantly, however. He still couldn’t bring himself to do that, even as his body screamed at him to move around. “I guess I’ve shown you everything you’d need to know about…” Bulma considered. She hadn’t. She’d forgotten something important. Vegeta just couldn’t form the words… And now he’d been standing in one spot for too long, and his bladder was pinching and surging a bit more persistently. He stepped in place. Then, fearing that was too obvious, he started to pace around the hallway instead. “Where are you going?” Bulma asked. “Was there something you wanted to see more closely?” “N—No, I just—“ ‘I have to relieve myself really badly,’ he thought. ‘That’s all I want to do’. “Like I said, I’m exhausted. Being dead takes a lot out of you, not that someone like you would know anything about that!” His lower eyelid twitched when Bulma started to laugh. “Pfft… Hahahaha!” “Wh—What’s so damn funny, woman?!” Vegeta demanded. Had she figured it out? Could she tell he was about to burst? Did she think his critical need to release his waters was hilarious for some reason?! How dare she?! “You’re bragging about DYING before I have,” Bulma pointed out. “I’ve never heard anyone do that— And, a lot of my friends have died at least once before. You think EVERYTHING you do is some big triumph, don’t you?” “That’s not what I meant— I— Dammit, I will NOT be mocked!” “Heh, you’re blushing…” Bulma pointed out. “I am NOT,” Vegeta insisted, covering his face, just to be sure. She was laughing at him… She was supposed to be cowering in fear. At MOST, she was supposed to be angry at him! Those were the reactions Vegeta was used to, terror or fury. People weren’t supposed to be happy to be around him! It was because his bladder was full. That was it. He needed to pee so badly that his usual, threatening aura must have been fading. That was why she wasn’t scared. Once he’d relieved himself, he’d be able to show her what he was REALLY made of again. If he ever GOT to pee, anyway… “But, alright. You’re tired. You were SO busy being dead,” Bulma said. “Want me to show you your room?” “Very well…” Vegeta replied. There had BETTER be somewhere he could urinate in there too. He dreaded having to leave the room and then… Search around for a while because he STILL couldn’t bring himself to just ASK… “Okay,” Bulma said. She led him down another hallway. And then another. And another. Vegeta was starting to think the whole tour was completely pointless. This place was like a maze. He figured that, even if he hadn’t been preoccupied this whole time, he’d still be unable to remember where anything actually was. As they walked, he occasionally glanced at the doors, searching for any indication that one of them led to a restroom. He wouldn’t be able to rush right inside if he spotted one, of course. But, he’d try to remember the location so he could come back later when he was by himself. Very few of the doors had labels on them though and the few labels he DID see weren’t ones that he could understand. Bulma finally opened one of the doors, revealing a bedroom. “Here,” she said. “Get some rest. If you need anything, I’ll be in the atrium.”
 
Vegeta couldn’t recall how to get back there. But, he was clearly incapable of asking her for anything no matter how badly he needed it, so it didn’t matter. He glanced into the room, unable to tell if it held any promise of relief. “This is… Satisfactory,” he said. “Be on your way now.” “What do you say?” Bulma prompted him. Clearly, he needed to be taught some manners… “The room is fine,” Vegeta said. “Goodnight.” Well… That wasn’t what she was looking for, but ‘goodnight’ was still one of the nicest things he’d said to her so far. “Try to get some sleep,” she told him. Vegeta strode into the room and shut the door. As soon as he heard it click, he bent forwards and grasped at himself, granting his body some much needed pressure. He bounced on his heels as he tried to get a better handle on his need. All that walking around and waiting, and he hadn’t been able to do ANYTHING to calm down the throbbing. He looked up after a moment, he could see two doors, and hoped ONE of them would lead to what he wanted. Before he could straighten himself back out, the bedroom door opened again. Vegeta jumped as light flooded into the room, and he was still standing there, hunched over, holding himself and rubbing his legs together. He hurriedly released his hands and spun around. “Wha— What is it— I wasn’t doing anyth—“ Bulma stared at him for a second, “Are you okay?” She asked. “Does your chest still hurt? If it does, you can say so— You don’t have to try to hide it.” “I—I’m not hurt,” Vegeta snapped. “I’m fine! What do you want?” Bulma kept looking at him, at his strained posture and fidgeting legs. Now that he’d LET himself start squirming, he couldn’t help but continue. “Just wanted to let you know that if you get hungry or thirsty during the night, you’re allowed to get something from the kitchen.” “Yes, yes, that’s great,” Vegeta rushed out. “N—Now, I— I want to be alone.” Please, just let him be alone! He couldn’t hold still, and if she kept watching him like that, it was only inevitable that she was going to work out why! “Okay,” Bulma said. “But, if you ever want to talk to someone—“ “Later!” Vegeta snapped. It was like she WANTED to be near him— It was insane! People weren’t supposed to like being close to him! If he didn’t start acting like he was SUPPOSED to soon— “Alright, see you tomorrow,” And finally she was shutting the door again. Vegeta’s hands flew back between his legs for a nice, long squeeze before he was able to start walking again. He managed to reach one of the doors and yanked it open, discovering a small closet, with nothing of use inside of it. Wincing, he shut the door and stumbled across the room to the other one. If this one didn’t have anywhere he could piss, he was going to go crazy. He couldn’t leave this room anymore because he could no longer let go of his crotch. Yeah, if Bulma saw him like THIS she’d immediately tell him where he could find a bathroom, but he couldn’t allow her to see anything this pitiful, EVER. He yanked open the door and immediately felt a bit of tension fade. A restroom, finally… The toilet looked pretty close to what he was used to as well, and he was glad humans and Saiyans had similar anatomy. There wasn’t a holder for him to place his tail into if he wanted to sit down, but since his tail didn’t seem to be growing back, he doubted that would ever be a problem. He quickly shut the door and moved to lock it, shaking a bit when it struck him how flimsy the lock actually felt in his hand. He was sure it was enough to keep a human from busting down the door, but it was very apparent that, if he wasn’t careful, he could very easily destroy it. Vegeta got in front of the toilet and hurriedly lifted the lid and seat up, getting his clothing apart as fast as he could. But, naturally, relief didn’t come easily. He’d DIED today, he’d been killed by Frieza after being utterly decimated by him, AND while basically begging Kakarot for help… He’d reached a whole new level of pathetic. He didn’t see any way to come back from that. Clearly, he must have lost what made him a great fighter today, otherwise Bulma would be scared of him. But, she wasn’t. And the only reason she WOULDN’T be frightened would be because she too thought he was pathetic… He was definitely pitiful, he couldn’t even piss… ‘Come ON, stupid thing… WORK,’ he thought. ‘Can’t ONE thing do what I want it to today?!’ He pushed a hand onto his lower stomach, inevitably just drawing forth more pain rather than a stream. ‘Frieza killed you so easily, he thought you were a joke. You didn’t even faze him. Nothing you did fazed him.’ He hated how, when he struggled to piss, he just got locked up in his thoughts like this. He was totally alone with them, and they became far more vicious and cruel than anything he ever said to other people— And that was an impressive feat. ‘You are the prince of all Saiyans,’ he told himself. ‘You can’t let one loss destroy you like this…’ But, it was the worst loss imaginable. He had to strain and force himself to start peeing, and when it finally happened it was a slow, dismal stream that was tinted pink. The color alarmed him for a moment, but then the memory of Frieza pounding his fists into his kidneys over and over returned to him. No big mystery as to where the pink had come from. At least it wasn’t bright red… He never managed to really burst, only continuing to let out the halting, dribbling spurts. At least he was finally going at all, even if he barely felt relieved by it. It took him so long to get all of it out that his legs went numb. Finally, he was able to put his clothes back together. His abdomen was sore and aching, and so was his back. And his chest where Frieza’s final blast had hit him. And his arms. And… Basically everything. Dying really HAD taken a lot out of him… He left the restroom and collapsed on the bed. He knew he should probably wash himself, but he was just so tired and wanted this day to finally end. He’d deal with it tomorrow. Vegeta jumped again when he heard the door opening. Bulma was back… Again… Now that he wasn’t bursting to piss, he thought he could be a bit more menacing to her, at least. He sat up, glowering. “What do you want this time, woman?!” He snapped. “I am trying to sleep!” “I know,” Bulma said. “And, I’m sorry. It’s just, I was thinking and I realized that I forgot something important.” Vegeta sighed and exaggeratedly rolled his eyes, folding his arms. “And what might that be?” “I didn’t show you where any of the bathrooms are,” Bulma said. “I’m sorry, that should have been one of the first things.” What was she implying?! Did she think he couldn’t hold it for a reasonable amount of time?! “And, I don’t know how similar the showers and toilets are here to what you got used to in space, or if you need me to explain how they work, so if that’s a problem—“ “I am perfectly capable of figuring such things out!” “I’m sure you can! But, you looked so uncomfortable earlier, and I started thinking maybe you just needed to—“ “Of course not! I’m not a child!” “Don’t get all defensive about th—“ “I’m NOT getting defensive!” Vegeta exclaimed, defensively. Bulma sighed. “You’re blushing again,” she deadpanned. “Nope,” Vegeta insisted, covering his face again. “Now… Get out. I want to sleep. And you don’t have to explain anything to me.” “Alright… Sleep well,” Bulma said. Like she actually cared about whether or not he got a decent night’s rest… Why SHOULD she? The next morning, Vegeta woke uncomfortably. Now that he’d rested up, he was a lot more aware of how filthy he was. He needed to wash off… He went to the shower and stared at the dial for a few seconds. It was… Weird. On Frieza’s ship, the showers had had a bunch of buttons, not just one huge dial. One button to turn it on and off, and then a series of them to control the temperature. Deciding the dial couldn’t be THAT different, Vegeta turned it slightly, and immediately a spray of ice-cold water hit him. “Gah—!” Cold, cold, cold! He shivered violently as he moved the dial just a tiny bit further. Suddenly, the water was blisteringly hot instead. Dammit! He’d figure this out. He did NOT need Bulma to teach him how it worked! *** “I guess I do kind of remember,” Bulma said now. “When I was giving you that tour, I thought the AC was too high since you wouldn’t stop shaking, then I thought maybe you just had to go, and you—“ “Ordered you to stop speaking about it,” Vegeta said. “And, I would very much appreciate it if you did that NOW. I’m through discussing this.”
  7. Goku squirmed as Chi-Chi drove. He had to use the bathroom so badly! He just wanted to get out of the car and fly somewhere so that he could go! “Mmmf…” he whimpered, bouncing his knees. He was trying not to tap his feet too much, since he could actually shake the car up that way, but it was really hard! His bladder was gonna explode! “Hnnng…” Chi-Chi sighed, “I told you to go before we left.” “I didn’t have to go then!” Goku whined. “Nnnh, can’t you just pull over?” “No, I can’t just pull over,” Chi-Chi said. “We’re already running late. This photographer is very busy, he won’t be happy if we miss our appointment.” “Just— Just drop me off, and keep driving without me! I’ll fly to catch back up!” “No, Goku,” Chi-Chi said. “We’re almost there, and I’m not going to have you pee on the side of the road.” Goku crossed his legs back and forth, squirming uncontrollably. If he didn’t go soon, he thought he was going to die! “Awww, come on! I’ve done it before!” “Not in front of Goten,” Chi-Chi said, gesturing at their sons in the backseat. “You’ll set a bad example!” “I pee outside all the time already, Mom,” Goten said. Chi-Chi groaned, “I KNOW you do, but you shouldn’t… Be like your brother; He goes inside like a CIVILIZED boy.” “Nuh-uh,” Goten said. “Not all the time. When we train, he pees in the bushes with me!” Gohan was blushing now. “Goten… Come on… Do you really have to talk about that?” “Well, you DO,” Goten said. He looked back towards his parents. “But, don’t worry, he’s still polite ‘cause he asks me permission first. And then I get to make him do stuff before I say yes.” He laughed. “Gohan, remember when you had to let me head-butt you as a Super-Saiyan before you could pee? That was funny!” Gohan cringed at the memory. That had seriously hurt… He’d nearly had an accident right there on the spot! It had seriously taken all of his strength to manage to hold it in. And then Goten had just started giggling at his ‘funny dancing’, and he’d barely managed to recover enough to actually GET to a bush once Goten had told him he could pee. “… Yeah… Funny…” “Gohan!” Chi-Chi snapped. “Don’t play games like that with your brother, I don’t want him to think it’s okay to tease people when they need to pee!” Gohan frowned. It wasn’t a ‘game’… Not really. He NEEDED to hear someone give him permission before he could relieve himself, his body wouldn’t WORK otherwise. Making Goten THINK it was just a game was the easiest way to get him to go along with it. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’m sure he won’t get ideas like that!” As if to prove him wrong, Goten leaned forward a bit to face his father. “Heheheh,” he laughed. “Dad, are you gonna blow up?” Goku tried to laugh good-naturedly, but his bladder was seriously stretched out. It was painful. He wasn’t used to enduring the pressure for this long. Since he was never picky about WHERE he peed, he rarely had to spend much time waiting to do it. Even during long fights, he had a method of taking care of this urge without much trouble. Being forced to contain himself like this was agony. “Eheheh, I might…” he said. It really FELT like it, anyway. His insides felt like they were yanking themselves apart. Goten suddenly looked worried. “Wh—What?” His eyes blew wide and his lip started to tremble. “Really…?” Maybe that was a bad thing to say to a child with a vivid imagination, who’d only JUST gotten his father back from the dead… “Hey,” Goku said gently. “I didn’t mean it— I won’t ACTUALLY blow up, don’t worry! That can’t happen. It just feels like I will, that’s all.” “Mr. Vegeta blew up once,” Goten said. “That was for… Different reasons,” Goku said. He crossed his legs back and forth again. The pressure inside of him was so severe… Maybe he really COULD blow up? No, no… If that were possible, then Vegeta would have exploded WAY more than once by now. If that were possible, Vegeta would probably explode on a weekly basis, and the dragons would be getting REALLY tired of finding loopholes to keep bringing him back to life. “Mmmf… Can’t hold it…” “Oh. Well, Mr. Vegeta can hold it a really long time,” Goten said. Goku flinched. The warm sweat he’d been drenching himself in during his struggle to hold it suddenly turned icy cold. Had Goten figured it out somehow? He was too young to pay THAT much attention to other people’s habits, wasn’t he? Or, maybe Goku had accidentally said something while Goten had been able to hear? Ah, Vegeta was gonna be so mad at him! “Trunks said he once didn’t pee for over a day,” Goten said. “Can you wait that long?” Goku sure couldn’t! He didn’t even think he could wait until the end of this drive! “I guess you don’t have to, though,” Goten continued. “Mr. Vegeta told me he has to wait all the time, ‘cause of— Oh!” Goten covered his mouth and laughed. “I’m not s’posed to say!” He started to whisper. “It’s a biiig secret…” he giggled again. Wait, wait, wait… Vegeta TOLD him?! Vegeta actually TOLD him?! But, why would he ever— Goku’s cold sweat started to warm up again. He felt relieved— Though, not in the way he desperately NEEDED to. Goten had found out because Vegeta had CHOSEN to tell him. He just couldn’t think of ANY reason that his friend would do that. Goku had only found out about it because he spent so much time with Vegeta that he’d figured it out for himself. Bulma had had to argue with him for ages before he told her what had been bothering him… Vegeta didn’t give up this information willingly. It had to basically be dragged out of him. Gohan was eyeing Goten now, his eyebrows raised. Goku hoped his older son wasn’t going to pry… He probably wouldn’t. That didn’t sound like something Gohan would do, but still… He was awful curious about stuff sometimes… “I HOPE Vegeta hasn’t actually tried to hold it that long,’ Chi-Chi sighed. “An entire DAY? Really?” ‘He’s done it for TWO days before, actually,’ Goku thought. His knee began to bounce even more frantically as he recalled their camping trip. He’d never seen ANYONE get that desperate to pee before, and it was reminding him way too much of his current discomfort. “Seriously, Goten, you can’t believe EVERYTHING Trunks says to you,” Chi-Chi continued. “That’s just not possible. Vegeta would have had an accident WAY before then. And, besides, why WOULD he do something like that?” “‘Cause of the secret!” Goten said with a shrug. Goku gazed out the window. He was trying to gauge how much longer they would be driving for, but since he was so used to traveling by flight and seeing things from above, he wasn’t even sure where they were. He tried to seek out some chi signatures to get some idea, but couldn’t concentrate. All he could feel was the insurmountable weight of his extremely full bladder. “And what IS this ‘secret’?” Chi-Chi asked. “Knowing Vegeta, he probably claims to have ‘surpassed’ such ‘feeble needs’, right?” Goku felt another chill. He actually shook with it, his bladder searing in protest. Ahhh, he had to pee! Every tree and bush they were driving past seemed to beckon to him… He could water the life out of those right now! “Heh, no,” Goten said. “Then, what is it?” Chi-Chi prompted. “I can’t tell you! It’s a secret!” Goten reminded. “If I tell, it won’t be a secret anymore!” “You can tell me,” Chi-Chi said. “I won’t let anyone know you told.” Goku shifted, uncomfortable from more than just his immense need for the bathroom. Why was Chi-Chi so interested in this?! It sounded like she thought it was just more of Vegeta’s usual exaggerated grand-standing, which she DID usually find pretty funny… But, she had to realize that if that WERE the case, he wouldn’t have demanded it be kept a secret! “I can’t,” Goten said. “Mr. Vegeta’ll get mad at me— And he’s REALLY scary when he’s mad!” “He won’t find out,” Chi-Chi said. “Come on, what ridiculousness has he come out with THIS time?” “Um…” Goten worried at his lip. “I don’t wanna say…” Ahhh, Goku couldn’t let them keep talking about this! He had to get them to stop someh— “Mmmf, please stop talking about peeing!” Goku begged, wriggling even more urgently in his seat. “Please?! I’m gonna burst and go all over the seat if you don’t! It’ll be really gross!” Chi-Chi rolled her eyes. “Oh, Goku… We’re nearly there, just hold on.” “You said that forever ago!” Goku whined, both to keep Chi-Chi distracted, and because… Well, he really WAS about to wet the seat any second now! He could feel it coming! The pressure was pushed right up against his opening, it wouldn’t be long before he was letting out a waterfall! “I know, but we really ARE very close now,” Chi-Chi said. “Be patient for a few more minutes.” “I don’t think I can!” Goku exclaimed, writhing around and holding himself. This was working, she was forgetting all about Vegeta’s ‘secret’… And, it was helping him keep his bladder from bursting, so that was a win too! “You can do it, Dad!” Goten cheered, then laughed. Gohan glanced towards the front seats. This was far from the first time he’d seen his father on the verge of wetting himself. He had vague memories of when he was about two years old, and he was just learning how to recognize when he needed to pee. When Dad was about to take him out fishing, Mom reminded him over and over to make sure he went to the bathroom first. Gohan listened and did as he was told, then went out with Dad. By the time they were at the lake, Dad was doubling over, moaning and holding himself. He said something to Gohan about how he wasn’t allowed to pee outdoors in front of him, lest he get the wrong idea about where people were SUPPOSED to go, then added “Ohhh, but I can’t hold it!” before rushing behind a bush. Dad ALWAYS waited until the last minute whenever they’d trained together, too. Sometimes, Gohan would have to SAY something—“Dad, do you have to use the bathroom?”— before he’d even seem to REALIZE that he had to pee, and had been crossing his legs back and forth for a while. “Oh, right! I forgot!” Dad would say, before relieving himself in the closest possible spot. Sometimes, he’d add; “Don’t tell your mom I’m doing it out here.” And, of course, when they’d been in the time chamber together and Dad had been SO intent on turning Gohan into a super Saiyan… Well, Dad had ended up ‘marking’ a few spots in the vast, white void that they weren’t able to find again to clean up later. So, Gohan was used to seeing his father on the verge of an accident. He was sure that, for MOST people, it was the other way around— Tons of memories of their dad seeing them desperate when they were younger— But, not for Gohan. This WAS the most desperate he’d ever seen Dad get, though. He hoped he wasn’t about to witness his father wetting himself. That would just feel… Wrong. He looked out the window and realized they had ALMOST reached their destination. Maybe three more minutes now. “Seriously, Goku,” Chi-Chi said. “This drive hasn’t been THAT long. Am I going to have to put you in training pants, like I did with Goten when he was little?” Goku turned to stare at her, “… There are special pants for training? Why didn’t anyone ever tell me?” Gohan frowned, “Uh, Dad—“ “Does Vegeta have some already? That’s not fair!” “… You probably shouldn’t ever ASK Vegeta that,” Gohan advised. “Why?” Goku asked. “If he’s got something to help him get stronger, and he hasn’t told me, then that’s—“ “Hey, Dad, we’re here!” Gohan interrupted. Goku seemed to forget about ‘training pants’ entirely as he looked back out the window. “Finally!” He said. He reached for the door handle right away, and Chi-Chi had to scold him to hang on until she had parked the car. He was the first one out once she had actually done so. Goku squirmed uncontrollably beside the car for a second, trying to figure out how to walk without any of his pee coming out. He had a feeling that he’d leak at least once between here and the restroom, and just had to hope the damage wouldn’t be too severe. Chi-Chi was gonna be awfully mad if he had a dark spot over his crotch in their family photo. He wondered if he could just fly, save himself the trouble of having to take actual steps, but he could NEVER fly when he had to pee. The energy required to just levitate a tiny bit off the ground needed to be put towards keeping his bladder from exploding. Once he felt like he could move without completely drenching himself, Goku rushed into the photography studio. He spotted the restroom in the back, and his heart nearly stopped when he saw that it was out of order. Ahhh, no! He couldn’t hold it! What was he supposed to do now?! Chi-Chi was gonna make him hold STILL while the guy took their picture, and Goku COULDN’T hold still. They were gonna have to do it over and over and over again until he finally got it right. That was going to take SO long that Goku would burst! Goku rushed back outside, “Chi-Chi!” He whined. “Can you tell everyone to wait a couple minutes?! I need to go somewhere else!” “No, Goku!” Chi-Chi scolded. “We’re already late! What is—“ “The bathroom here isn’t working, and I really, really, really can’t wait!” Chi-Chi looked sympathetic for a second, but then shook her head. “I’m sorry, Goku. This was the only time I could book an appointment, the photographer’s schedule is completely full.” “My bladder is completely full!” Goku cried. “D—Do I HAVE to be in this picture with you guys?!” “Of course you need to be in the photo!” Chi-Chi said. “You didn’t show up for ANY of the ones we’ve taken in the last seven years!” “… I think I kinda have a good excuse for that,” Goku said. “You DON’T today.” “I do!” Goku insisted, jiggling around even more. “Please, I need to go so bad!” “I’m sorry,” Chi-Chi said once more. “Could you just try to hold it until we finish with this? I’ll… I’ll even let you do it on the side of the road afterwards if we can’t find anywhere else.” Goku glanced around. “C—Can I go behind the building?!” He asked. The wall of the studio now looked Heavenly to him. It was the PERFECT place to get some relief! “No,” Chi-Chi said. “Someone might see you!” “… So?” “Goku, just try to wait, alright?” “I can’t, Chi-Chi!” Goku said. “I’ll— I’ll pee myself! You don’t want me to have wet pants in the photo, do you?!” Chi-Chi frowned, “Of course not. And I’m sorry that you’re having such a crisis right now, but I really don’t know what can be done about it. You can’t pee outside here, you WILL get in trouble, and if there’s not another bathroom, then you’re going to have to wait.“ “I can’t wait! I—“ Goku was struck by another idea. “Hang on!“ Goku twisted and crossed his legs, tangling them together. He placed the hand not clutching his dick to his forehead. “I’m gonna— I’m gonna teleport to Bulma’s real fast, okay?! I can go there, and I’ll be right back, I promise!” “… Fine, but hurry, alright?” “I will, I swear!” Goku said. He concentrated, but he couldn’t find Bulma’s chi. He knew he should have been able to— He was very close to West City, after all. But, he had to go so badly, and Bulma’s power level wasn’t that high, it was hard to spot when he couldn’t focus hard enough! He… He could sense Vegeta, though! Vegeta’s energy was so strong that it was WAY easier to pick up on. Goku noticed that Vegeta’s chi felt a little different than usual, kind of lighter for some reason. He was probably taking a nap, and he was gonna get mad when Goku suddenly appeared and woke him up. But, ohhh, he couldn’t hold it! Vegeta would forgive him for interrupting his sleep eventually, right?! Goku closed his eyes and focused with all his might, then felt himself beginning to change location. It was working, he’d get relief soon… “D—GAAAAHHHHH!” CRASH! Goku opened his eyes, confused by the sounds. It took him several seconds to register what was happening. He hadn’t appeared in Bulma and Vegeta’s bedroom like he’d assumed he would… He had appeared in their bathtub. Vegeta had fallen back against the door of the bathroom, his zipper was down and he was frantically trying to cover himself up. His face was redder than Goku had ever seen it, and there was a bit of pee on the floor beside the toilet. “Wha—“ Vegeta’s mouth opened and closed a few times, like he had forgotten how to speak. He must have remembered pretty fast though, because he screamed “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” “… Whoops…” It was all Goku could think of to say. Vegeta grimaced sharply and the hands between his legs now seemed to be clutching onto his exposed member. His bladder must have still been quite full. “K—Kakar—“ His hair was sparking now, too, flecks of gold appearing among the black strands. “KAKAROT!” Goku held himself firmly and shifted from foot to foot. He should have considered this possibility when he’d noticed Vegeta’s energy felt different— He already knew it felt lighter when Vegeta was peeing, as well as when he was sleeping! It felt that way anytime he did ANYTHING that made him a little less tense. His energy was back to normal now, though. He was as tense as tense could get! Oh, crap! This was going to set him back, wasn’t it? Now he was gonna have trouble peeing at home in case Goku suddenly teleported in from out of nowhere. Now, he wasn’t gonna TRUST Goku enough to help him out anymore! He’d screwed up SO bad! “V—Vegeta, listen… I didn’t mean to do thi—“ “Out,” Vegeta growled. “I really didn’t— I thought you were just sleepi—“ “OUT!” Vegeta yelled. He stood up, still trying to cover himself. His gaze kept flicking down to his crotch, then back up to Kakarot, his blush somehow managing to get deeper. “Okay, okay!” Goku said, rushing for the door. His bladder was convulsing hard at the sight of the toilet, but he was pretty sure if he asked to use it right now, Vegeta’s transformation into a Super Saiyan would finish and half of Capsule Corp would be destroyed. “OUT!” Vegeta repeated. “Just— Fuck! GET OUT!” Goku left the room. “I’ll… Um…” he said timidly. “…Just shut the door again for you… So you can—“ “Sh—SHUT UP!” Goku scurried off. He had no idea how he was going to fix this. He hoped Vegeta was able to finish now… He… Ohhh, he had to PEE! He couldn’t hold it anymore! He rushed into the next closest bathroom and fumbled his clothing apart. His bladder was spilling before he’d even aimed, and he accidentally got some on the floor. This made him remember the small puddle he’d caused Vegeta to make on the floor, and he shuddered a bit. As good as it felt to finally release his urine, Goku barely felt any actual relief. He had SERIOUSLY messed up. This HAD to have been one of the worst mistakes he’d ever made. It was a complete and total accident! He’d really thought Vegeta was sleeping! He hadn’t even CONSIDERED that he could be doing anything else. He hadn’t seen Vegeta THAT mad in a long time. Or that embarrassed. Goku wasn’t sure which emotion Vegeta had been feeling more strongly. Once Goku finished, he tried to figure out what to do. He’d promised Chi-Chi he’d be back right away, but he didn’t want to leave his best friend like this. They needed to talk about what had just happened. Hopefully Vegeta WOULD talk to him. He went back to the bedroom. Vegeta was laying down with his hands over his face. He wasn’t squirming anymore, so at least he was able to finish… Goku didn’t say anything for a moment, just stood in the doorway nervously. “… Kakarot,” Vegeta said finally. “I know you’re there. I can sense your energy.” “Vegeta…” Goku said. “I’m REALLY sorry…” Vegeta said nothing as he sat up and slowly forced his hands away from his eyes so he could look at Goku. “The next time we fight, I am not holding back at all. You’re going to need fifty senzu beans by the time I’m finished with you.” Goku turned away. Vegeta was speaking softly, but sometimes when Vegeta got really, REALLY mad, he didn’t yell. He just started talking in this super firm, gravelly tone instead. Goku hadn’t heard him use it on him in a while. But, he had said ‘the NEXT TIME we fight’, so that meant he still wanted to SEE Goku in the near future, even if it was just to beat him half to death. “I’m so sorry,” Goku repeated. “But… Um… You know, I’ve seen and heard you pee before. You’ve done it in front of me lots of times. And, you’ve told me when you NEED to go tons of times already, too. So, er, nothing NEW really happened today, right? I already know that you have to pee sometimes, and I’ve already been near you when you’re doing it. It’s nothing we haven’t done before, the only difference was that I surprised you— And I really, REALLY didn’t mean to, I swear!” “… The ‘angle’, Kakarot,” Vegeta grimaced. “Before, you’ve only seen me from the back when I’m… Doing that. This time you could… See…” “But, I already saw your thingy when we switched bodies,” Goku reminded. “And I barely even saw it today ‘cause you covered up with your hands so fast.” “I still want to be able to relax in my own home, Kakarot. Without worrying that you’re gonna pop up and—“ “I’m sorry!” Goku said. “Um… You can look at MY thingy, so that way we’ll be even!” “… I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.” “What was that, then?” Goku asked. “Ugh…” “I really did not mean to embarrass you so much…” Goku said once more. “I promise, I’ll never do it again. If your chi feels all light and loose like that, I’ll assume it’s ‘cause you’re doing something you need privacy for, I promise.” Vegeta looked away. “I… When I first found out you could teleport, I was… Deeply concerned that you’d end up doing something like this to me someday. I imagined you just appearing when I was… urinating, or showering, or getting dressed…” “And— And, when I found out about your peeing thing, I promised myself I wouldn’t teleport to you unless I was SURE you weren’t trying to go,” Goku said. “I just wasn’t thinking clearly today, and I’m SO sorry.” “… It’s kind of always been in the back of my mind that you’d do something like this someday,” Vegeta said. “It’s felt… Inevitable. Now that it’s actually happened…” “It wasn’t as bad as you were picturing it?” Goku asked, hopeful. “No, it was EXACTLY as bad as I was picturing it,” Vegeta corrected. “But, at least now that it’s happened, I’ve… Gotten it over with. I can stop worrying about when you’re finally gonna end up doing that.” “So, you forgive me?” Vegeta rolled his eyes. “I’ve… Made peace with it,” he said instead. “You were GOING to do this someday, we’ve just finally gotten it over with.” “I’m sorry,” Goku repeated. “Why, Kakarot?” Vegeta asked. “Why were you—“ “‘Cause I had to pee really, really bad, and the bathroom at this place we were going to was out of order, and Chi-Chi wouldn’t let me do it behind the building, and this was the only place I could think of to go.” “You were going to piss behind a damn building?!” Vegeta asked. “Right out in public like that, where anyone could see?! Do you have ANY shame at all, Kakarot?!” “The area wasn’t that crowded!” Goku said. “It’s just this little photography place, we were gonna— Oh no, I forgot!” He put his fingers back to his forehead and disappeared a moment later. Vegeta groaned. “… Idiot…”
  8. Kakarot won their fight, which Vegeta supposed was a good thing in the long run. When Kakarot went against Hercule, he intentionally lost as promised, and actually managed to make it look genuine, too. Vegeta didn’t think he could will himself to LET that buffoon win against him, not after the torment Hercule had unintentionally put Vegeta’s bladder through months ago. He doubted that anger would be going away any time soon. Every time Vegeta saw that fool, he was reminded of how torturous it had been to try to fight such a powerful opponent when everything inside of him was tied in knots and close to bursting. A new anger started to form after the tournament. He was alone with Bulma for a moment, waiting for the others to arrive so Hercule could buy them dinner. (If he thought food could placate Vegeta after that stunt, he had another thing coming…) Bulma spoke in a low tone, “I’m very proud of you, Vegeta.” Initially, Vegeta smirked, “You should be. Kakarot just BARELY won this time, I nearly—“ “You actually TRIED today,” Bulma interrupted. “Uh, yeah, I ALWAYS try,” Vegeta said. “You think I’d half-ass a fight?” “I didn’t mean the fight,” Bulma said. “I meant… You know, BEFORE the fight.” “Wha—“ Vegeta went pale. “Did— Did Kakarot TELL you?! I’ll KILL h—“ Bulma held one of his hands, “Settle down! Yes, he told me after the final match. Because I asked if you were okay. When you were fighting Gohan, I thought it looked like you—“ “O—ON STAGE?!” “Shhh, shhh—“ Bulma squeezed his hand harder. “I just know what to look for now because I’ve been paying attention,” she said. “No one else would have noticed.” “I would appreciate it if you STOPPED paying attention!” Vegeta hissed. “I thought you looked uncomfortable,” Bulma pressed on, trying to ignore the intense blush and scowl on his face. “So, I asked Goku if you were alright. And, I’m so proud of you!” “Sh—Shut up…” Vegeta muttered. Dammit, did she have to do this now?! Couldn’t she wait until they were back home, at least? Ugh, why was this kind of making him feel good?! “And, you didn’t JUST try, you actually DID it,” Bulma said. “Now, was it as horrible as you were imagining?” Using the public restroom HADN’T been as heinous as Vegeta had always pictured it. But, that was ONLY because it had just been him and Kakarot, and no one else was even able to come in. It hardly counted, this didn’t MEAN anything. “It… Didn’t make me want to die,” Vegeta said. “There, see? That’s good! I’m sure once you do it a few more times, it will get even easier!” Vegeta tried not to shudder at the thought of trying it again, perhaps somewhere he’d be more likely to be noticed. Perhaps even without Kakarot around to… Fix things. He probably WOULDN’T try that again. Today had foisted an extremely specific set of circumstances onto him, negating all other options. Any other time, he’d have far more agreeable choices available to him. But, fine. He’d done it once now, the woman should be satisfied with that. She should stop with all the ‘Oh, but why don’t you just TRY’ comments now. He’d done what she wanted, so she could finally drop the subject. She didn’t drop the subject. Nope, now that he’d used a public toilet once, she seemed to think that gave her MORE reason to encourage him to do it again. After dinner, she spoke to him privately outside again, suggesting he try to pee before they headed home. “Let’s keep it up,” she said. Vegeta… Kind of had to go, it had been a while since he’d last peed, and he’d had plenty to drink with dinner. But, he could EASILY make it home. Even if he had to ride in Bulma’s slow plane again, he’d arrive in his room with plenty of time to spare. The throbs in his middle barely even registered to him. “Don’t have to,” he said. “You’re shaking, I know what that means.” “Because I’m exhausted,” Vegeta forced a yawn, feeling his bladder cramp a bit in response. He ignored its pulsing, not daring to even tense his thighs lest Bulma notice and needle him further. “Did you want me in the plane with you and the boy, or am I allowed to—“ “Just try,” Bulma said. “You did so well— We have to reinforce that. Goku’s still here, so if you want him to—“ “I don’t need to go, Bulma,” Vegeta lowered his voice, even though they were alone. It was utterly humiliating to have to argue about this. And, how dare she make him think about peeing? His bladder was much too suggestible for that! He’d already learned his lesson about that today! If he thought too hard about needing to go, then he’d make himself desperate! He was already feeling some warning twinges. Bulma glanced over him once more, “Alright, if you’re sure… But, this means you WON’T run to the bathroom as soon as we get home, right?” She winced as soon as the words had left her mouth. She wasn’t sure what she was thinking, she knew how Vegeta would react to that kind of statement. “Of course not,” Vegeta said. He flinched as well. He’d been planning to go as soon as he was home, even if it wasn’t urgent by then. He hadn’t been lying about being tired, and he’d learned that going to sleep without peeing first tended to end poorly. If Bulma intended to monitor that, if she EXPECTED him to be bursting once they got home… He’d have to wait for a bit, and show absolutely NO signs that he needed to go even a little! Unless she allowed him to fly home by himself and he was able to beat her there. That would work just fi— “And, yes, I did want you to fly back with us.” Dammit… Okay, the new plan was just to NOT think about peeing. He barely had to go right now, and now he was obsessing over it again just like he had earlier in the day. He’d fill himself up so much faster if he didn’t clear his mind. They went back into the restaurant. Trunks was sleepily sitting at their table, yawning loudly. Vegeta glanced over and saw Goten was already asleep in Kakarot’s lap. He hoped Trunks managed to stay awake through the flight home, the boy could serve as a decent enough distraction while Bulma was focused on controlling the plane. Vegeta nudged Trunks, “Alright, get a move on.” Trunks’s eyes snapped open a little further, “Hm…? Oh…” He groggily got to his feet and stumbled after his parents. Bulma suggested that Vegeta should carry him before he completely passed out, but Vegeta refused. It would only encourage him to fall asleep, and Vegeta needed him up. “He can manage a five minute walk, can’t you son?” “Mmmf, yeah…” Trunks mumbled. They boarded Bulma’s plane. Vegeta sat down and Trunks got beside him, resting his head on his shoulder and shutting his eyes. As the plane took off, Vegeta tried talking to him, “I’m proud of you for winning,” he said, hopeful that the praise would spark a bit of life into him. It didn’t, Trunks just nodded slightly, and then he was fast asleep. And Vegeta was alone with his thoughts, most of them focused on how uncomfortable his bladder felt being knocked around by the motion of the plane. Some of them dwelling on how difficult it would be to squirm now that Trunks was sleeping on him. Others annoyed by Bulma’s earlier comment, and how it meant he’d have to KEEP holding it once he got home to prove her wrong. He attempted to speak with Bulma for a bit, so that he could fill his brain with something else, but she told him she needed to concentrate, so that didn’t work either. His only companion was his rapidly filling bladder, and IT was talking to him WAY too much. He’d been an idiot at dinner, he shouldn’t have let himself drink anything. He shouldn’t have satiated his cloying thirst, should have just lived with it. All that water was moving downwards now, billowing out in his bladder, making its aching walls sting and twinge. And, his middle still felt sore from the day’s earlier desperation. He’d already come so close to his limit that afternoon, and after adding a fight with Kakarot on top of it, his body was raw and pleading with him for a break. It didn’t WANT to be pushed so hard yet again. He mentally scoffed at that idea, it was ALWAYS time to push himself, he didn’t NEED breaks, he didn’t have to recover from anything, ever! Even if the tenderness in his abdominal muscles really WANTED him to settle down for a while… There was nothing he could DO about that anyway, though. The plane didn’t have any facilities, and even if it DID, he wouldn’t use them. The very same muscles that were scorched and chafed, throbbing as they begged him for some rest, would suddenly remember what their purpose was if he tried to give in here. Vegeta would wait until he was home, and then he’d wait a little while longer so that Bulma would be proven wrong. That was what needed to happen, he had no other choices. He could move one of his feet around a little, though. He could tap and bounce it, just a bit, not too much. Not so much that it became obvious, but enough to excise some of the nervous energy clamping around his bladder. As Vegeta shifted, Trunks started to move too. Vegeta thought for a second that he’d accidentally woken the boy up, and wasn’t sure if he should feel bad about that or not. But, Trunks’s eyes stayed closed, he was just thrashing his legs a bit. That was merely a sign that Trunks was sleeping deeply. Saiyans moved like that when they slept, it meant they were dreaming of battle. That presented a SMALL problem for Vegeta, being so close to him. Bulma complained to him frequently about how he’d accidentally kick her in the middle of the night, and now Vegeta was at risk of being on the receiving end of that himself, and he had to hope that Trunks didn’t strike him near his bladder. Trunks rolled to the other side of his seat, still kicking, and hitting Vegeta’s outer thigh. Vegeta tensed it, wriggling as he felt his bladder slosh at the impact. Its delicate walls felt bruised, even though Trunks HADN’T hit his abdomen. He shoved Trunks over a bit, shaking him slightly in an attempt to wake him. He didn’t wake up, but his fidgeting calmed down a little, at least. Vegeta looked out the window. It was dark, but his Saiyan eyes allowed him to see just fine. But, he didn’t have a particularly good angle, he wasn’t sure how close they were to home. So, instead he tried to find the chi signals of either of Bulma’s parents, and discovered they felt pretty faint. They must not have been very close. Thinking back to his and Bulma’s earlier conversation, he realized she was kind of right. He’d taken a big step today with regards to his problem. If she’d decided to discuss that with him at HOME instead of making a big deal out of it in a public location, he might have been able to see that a little easier. But, it was true, he HAD managed to do something today that he’d never done before, something that he’d never even dared to TRY before. Even if he had required Kakarot, even if it had only worked because the two of them were alone. A few months ago, he’d lost his ability to breathe just at the thought of doing anything like that. Kakarot had needed to teleport him home before he completely lost it. Today, he’d forced himself to DO it. And, it hadn’t been as miserable as he’d feared. With the solitude, the certainty that Kakarot would keep the door shut until he was good and ready for it to open again, it hadn’t been TOO different from going at home. Once the sinks were on, he hadn’t even been able to help himself, his bladder emptied right away. And it had felt good. It had felt so fucking good… Such a relief, finally ridding himself of all that pressure… Nnnh, fuck! He tensed his thighs, rubbed his knees together. Heat was encircling the base of his cock, an irritating throb as his bladder convulsed and tried to force something out. He wanted to feel that relief again, he wanted to feel it again now! Dammit, dammit, he had to stop thinking about that! Imagining himself peeing, picturing how amazing it would feel to let his wounded, abused muscles ease up for just half a second— He had to think of something else. He’d almost beaten Kakarot at the tournament. Yeah, he’d gotten REALLY close. If he’d just been a little faster and dodged that last attack, he would have done it! Next time one of these silly contests came around, he’d win for sure. And, he WOULDN’T pretend to lose to Hercule, either. No, he’d claim his rightful place as the world’s strongest, and ALL would know he was— Trunks was flailing again. He kicked Vegeta’s side, just close enough to his bladder to jar it. Harsh throbs radiated out across his abdomen, and he leaned backwards in his seat, squirming his feet against the floor. Eyes fixed on Bulma, he tentatively put a hand against himself. She wasn’t watching, so it was okay to do this for now, just until his body calmed back down again. When the awful spasm subsided enough that he was able to remove his hand, he gave Trunks another shake, “You are kicking me,” he muttered. “And why do your kicks feel stronger when you’re asleep? Don’t tell me you hold back against me when we’re training, if you do, I’m gonna ground you for a—“ “Mmm, I don’t wanna go to school…” Trunks’s eyes blearily opened, he looked around himself for a few seconds in confusion, then his eyes widened a bit. And the motion of his legs hadn’t stopped… “Dad…?” Trunks asked. “Where are we?” “We are returning home from the tournament,” Vegeta reminded. “I woke you because you were kicking me and it was getting on my nerves. You can go back to sleep n—“ “Are we almost home?!” Trunks asked, brows furrowing. He sounded really panicked. “I’m able to sense your grandparents, so we should be close,” Vegeta said. ‘We’d better be,’ he thought. Even now with Trunks awake to distract him, his bladder’s insistent pulsing still demanded most of his attention. And the thoughts of… Of ‘going’ still hadn’t ceased, either. Frustrating and mortifying as it was, he just could NOT stop envisioning himself voiding, he was actually fucking FANTASIZING about it. The daydream about defeating Kakarot at the tournament couldn’t even hold his interest as easily as the one about just emptying his swollen bladder. “Okay…” Trunks said. He sat quietly for a second, then shifted again, moving roughly in his seat. “What time is it?” “I don’t know,” Vegeta said. “Late.” What time WAS it? And what time had it been when he’d last voided? How many hours had his bladder had to fill up? And all that water… “You can go back to sleep if you want. Just try to stay still.” Trunks shrugged, looking down at his lap. It looked for a second like he was going to try to sleep again, but then he asked “Daaaad, are we there yet?!” Vegeta frowned and turned away. Trunks was too old for this game. Furthermore, he shouldn’t even NEED to play it. Vegeta could sense that they still had a way to go, so Trunks should be able to do the same. “Find your grandparents’ chi,” he sighed. Trunks shut his eyes for several seconds, “Mmmf, I can’t!” “Of course you can!” Vegeta insisted. “You’ve been able to sense chi since you were two! Just concentra—“ “I can’t!” Trunks insisted. “I haven’t gone to the bathroom since before we left for the tournament!” Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Trunks had been waiting even longer than Vegeta had been, and Vegeta felt like he was going to explode. Why hadn’t Trunks gone at the tournament?! He must not have been able to, that was it. The problem was spreading, he’d inherited it, Vegeta had cursed him forever. Trying to calm himself, Vegeta asked “Why not?” Please… Please, don’t let it be THAT reason… Anything but that. Trunks didn’t deserve that. Vegeta’s heart was thrashing around as much as his bladder, there was ice all the way down to his bones, and it wasn’t just in his chest. It was everywhere. His arms and legs were chilled, his fingers felt frozen. Please, anything but that. “When we were backstage, I just didn’t HAVE to go,” Trunks said. “And, then the line for the audience bathroom was really long, and Goten and me were gonna go during the intermissions, but he got there first and took too long, so I didn’t have a turn. And I didn’t even have to go that bad until dinner, but I couldn’t find the bathroom, and I was so tired by then.” Vegeta tried to keep the relief off his face. The problem hadn’t spread, Trunks was just unlucky. Still… ‘You could have TOLD me,’ he thought. He watched his son fidgeting. What if he couldn’t make it home? Vegeta was so desperate himself, and this would be even worse for Trunks. His son HAD to make it. If he had an accident, Vegeta wouldn’t know what to say, how to deal with it, what to do to keep him from feeling too ashamed. Could he fly Trunks the rest of the way home?! Would that get him there faster?! Could Vegeta even FLY right now?! His legs had been glued together for ages, and he’d been picturing himself trying not to just STAGGER when he finally got up and was able to leave the plane. Flight would be… He concentrated again. It felt like they were really close. “T—Ten minutes,” Vegeta said. “We are ten minutes away. Is that alright?” Trunks flinched, but nodded. Vegeta shouldn’t have woken him up. He’d been having an easier time while he’d still been asleep. He should have let Trunks keep kicking him. Over and over again. Even if he slammed his foot directly into his bladder, Vegeta should have just let that happen! Fuck, he finally had a distraction from his own desperation, but it was the worst distraction possible. Trunks was blushing, he was so embarrassed, he was humiliated to be seen this way… Trunks had inherited Vegeta’s pride, and that was supposed to be a good thing, but it could hurt him sometimes too. Gotta… Gotta do something. Vegeta couldn’t allow that shame to build. He just couldn’t. If Trunks ended up with The Problem, he’d never forgive himself for letting it happen. Just, had to change how he was thinking. How to do that? How did thoughts and feelings work?! Ugh, Vegeta didn’t know! Feelings were hard, they weren’t like fighting. Fighting was easy, teaching Trunks to fight was easy, Trunks liked to follow his lead. Even when he hurt himself, Vegeta KNEW how to make him feel better, he just had to pretend to be hurt too because usually it was the embarrassment that bothered his son more than the pain— That was it, wasn’t it? 

Ugh, dammit, it probably was… And, Vegeta wouldn’t need to ‘pretend’ this time. He’d just have to… give in, squirm like his body was demanding him to. He had to shut his eyes as he let his legs cross, let his hands move between them, let himself be… Obvious, even though Trunks was looking at him. If this didn’t ease some of the humiliation for his son, Vegeta would be amazed. “Mmmf,” he moaned. “Th—The tournament was entirely too long…” Trunks was staring at him now, and his face flamed, but he didn’t dare stop what he was doing. It was necessary for his son, and now that he’d STARTED holding himself, he didn’t think he could let go. He kept it up the entire rest of the way home, and the redder his own face got, the less embarrassed Trunks seemed. When Bulma landed the plane and they were finally able to get out, she immediately noticed Vegeta’s blatant desperation, “Uh-huh,” she rolled her eyes. “You definitely ‘didn’t need to go’…” “Sh—Shut up…” Vegeta gritted out. She didn’t understand! She didn’t understand that his blatant neediness was for Trunks’s sake— Speaking of, “Trunks, d—do you want me to carry you?” Trunks nodded, which was kind of surprising. He hadn’t ASKED to be carried in a long time. Vegeta picked him up, cringing as he was forced to bend down to do so. He leaked slightly as he stood up again, and now that his hands were full, his desperation reached a fevered pitch. He rushed off, trying to remember where the closest restroom to the entrance even WAS. He never used it, he’d never committed it to memory. “That way, Dad…” Trunks whined, pointing off in the opposite direction. “R—Right, right!” Vegeta said, turning around. He reached the door and set Trunks down, then stood by the door and waited for him, shifting between his feet. The front desk receptionist and the other employees weren’t around this late at night, so he didn’t bother hiding his discomfort. Until Bulma caught up, anyway. Then, he tried to straighten up a bit, “B—Bulma, I—“ “Vegeta, if you HAVE to go, you don’t need to keep waiting now, forget what I said earlier,” Bulma told him. “I’m fine…” “You looked like you were ready to burst getting out of the plane…” 

Vegeta’s face burned. “I am waiting on—“ His head jerked around to face the door to the restroom. He heard very soft, muffled sniffling. Fuckfuckfuck— “Huh?” Bulma asked. “Vegeta, what’s—“ Vegeta knocked on the door, “Trunks?” He asked. The ice was back, and it was all the way down into his bone marrow now. He felt that constricting sensation around his chest, the one that had come those times he’d forgotten how to breathe. “Dad…” Trunks whimpered. He sounded so… Defeated… Vegeta couldn’t tell if his son WANTED him around or not. But, he decided to open the door anyway. Trunks… Hadn’t made it… Fuck, this was how it would start! What was Vegeta supposed to do?! How did he make this better?! “Trunks, it’s…” ‘Pathetic, worthless, little monkey brat…’ Frieza’s voice taunted him. ‘Weak, useless, disgusting creature…’ Vegeta shoved the thoughts away, the memory of himself wet and humiliated, as Frieza listed off everything that was wrong with him. ‘This is why you all need ME, your future king is a pitiful, tiny runt, so feeble and hopeless… He could never lead you. I could crush him like nothing. That’s what you are, Vegeta; Nothing.’ Frieza wouldn’t shut up… And there were more memories now, Frieza pinning him, backing him into a corner, Frieza emphasizing how weak he was compared to him. They were all flooding back. He realized that he’d just been standing there, squirming between his feet unintentionally, and not saying a word. “Dad, I’m sorry!” Trunks cried out. “I tried to, but I wasn’t strong enough!” Shit— No— Not that— Don’t let him start thinking like that— He was going to break— Vegeta tried to say something, but his head was now so full of Frieza that nothing else would come to him. But, he had to do something, he had to make this better. Trunks had felt better about squirming around after Vegeta had started doing it, too… No, no, no! He couldn’t! No! He’d rather die a million times over! No, no! He’d never seen Trunks so ashamed of himself… ‘Just do it,’ Vegeta commanded himself. He forced his body to go still again, he forced his legs apart. This would be easier to do if he got himself into a position that made it harder to hold his bladder. He even put a hand over his lower abdomen and squeezed, sending shockwaves of pain through himself. ‘Do it, do it…’ He felt something building, but then the feeling faded just as quickly. Even with his eyes closed, he was hyper-aware of everything. ‘Kakarot technically made you… Do this in front of Trunks once before. Just do it. Get it over with.’ He was so certain that this was the only thing that could make Trunks feel better, he smoothed the hand over his bladder again, then pressed until he saw stars. His back erupted in sudden, violent pains as the acidic feeling sprayed up through him all at once. “Nnnnmmmfff!” He bit back on the pained yelp that always accompanied that awful feeling, and begged his muscles to loosen up, for his bladder to empty itself down his legs, creating a massive, embarrassing puddle. If he didn’t do this, Trunks would continue to feel ashamed. This was the only way to erase the embarrassment. If Vegeta didn’t do this, Trunks would inherit The Problem. ‘COME ON,’ Vegeta mentally screamed at himself. ‘DO IT! DO IT, DAMMIT! JUST DO IT!’ But, his bladder just WOULDN’T release. He needed to go so badly that he was nauseas, his back was in nonstop, blistering agony, and for the first time in his life he WANTED his body to fail, but he couldn’t even get out a drop. “Dad…?” Trunks asked, rubbing his eyes. “I’m sorry! Please don’t be mad!” Shit, now Trunks thought he was angry! He was making it worse! He was making it— He balled his hand into a fist and slammed it against his lower abdomen. He managed to knock the wind out of himself and he stumbled backwards as his bladder cramped, squeezed, and the heat that had been pressed against his dam for so long finally started to move down, then out. Shitshitshit, he was actually DOING this… He was voiding on himself, and he was doing it on purpose. He’d WANTED to do this so much that he’d punched the fuck out of his bladder. His middle felt seriously bruised now, he’d put so much of his strength into that hit… He felt the warm trickle moving down his leg, he was going, but just BARELY. He was trying to push so that he actually let loose for real, but that wasn’t working this time. Trunks was staring at him now, and when he glanced down he saw a visible wet spot was forming. His son was watching as he had… Had an… Could this really be called an ‘accident’, though? He’d FORCED it to happen, he’d fought HARD to make this happen. But, still… The fact he was actively voiding while someone was LOOKING at him was enough to cause some serious heart palpitations. He continued to release the halting, slow stream for about half a minute, but then it receded and he couldn’t get it to resume. He hadn’t even gone enough for it to reach the floor, just soak his leg a bit. He considered another punch, but was worried about breaking something if he did that. The first time had been risky enough. “Th—There…” he made himself say. “You can’t be embarrassed now. I fixed it.” Trunks had stopped crying, and was still just staring at him, so he figured he’d achieved his goal well enough. His bladder was basically shattering inside of him, though. It was straining to pump out the rest of his urine, and failing every time. He looked at the toilet in THIS room, then decided it probably wouldn’t work out, so he left. Bulma was still by the door, “Vegeta, WHAT is going on…” she trailed off as she looked at the damp streak going down his leg. She cleared her throat and glanced away, pretending not to have seen it. She watched him rushing off towards the bedroom before heading in to check on Trunks. Vegeta darted down several hallways before he finally entered the living area. His hands wedged between his legs, he managed to get to his bedroom and into the restroom. His heart was still so loud in his ears, cold sweat rolling off of him in buckets. He fumbled the lock into place, after tonight he NEEDED the lock… He got his clothes apart and aimed. He cringed as his hesitant stream resumed. The usual sensation of his bladder deflating and shrinking back down felt different this time. A little more achy, his middle continuing to throb. He knew that was probably because of the hit he’d delivered to himself, but it wasn’t pleasant. It was also hard to go. And not in the USUAL way that it was hard for Vegeta to go. There weren’t any unpleasant ‘feelings’ or ‘thoughts’ that were making his body not want to release. No, this time THAT part was working, but he had to sort of strain and push to get it to keep coming out. Every time he pushed, he’d be rewarded with another gushing trickle, so he wasn’t locked up, but the automatic part of it seemed to be gone. And, at no point did he finally ‘burst’ and start spraying like he was used to doing. He felt like he was trying to wring out a damp cloth, and he seriously had to force the last few dribbles out of himself. Oh well. Not like he planned to punch his own bladder again any time soon. This would heal eventually. He left the restroom and found Bulma sitting on the bed, frowning. “What?” He asked. “Vegeta… I swear, EVERY time I think I’ve figured you out, you go and do something that I can’t possibly understand.” “Huh?” “Your son had an accident,” Bulma said. “And, instead of helping him clean up, you PUNCH yourself, make yourself… ‘Go’, and then claim that you’ve ‘fixed’ something. What were you TRYING to do?” “Nothing. You wouldn’t get it.” “I definitely don’t get it NOW,” Bulma said. “Why would YOU deliberately try to— “You wouldn’t understand.” “Enlighten me.” Vegeta struggled. It all made perfect sense in his head, but trying to come up with the words to explain it was really hard. “Well… Uh… When Trunks was… Upset… I… Wanted to… Or, rather, I DIDN’T want to… I can’t pass this down to him, alright?” “Pass what— Oh. You were worried Trunks would start to…” 

“Yes,” Vegeta said. “And, you thought if he saw YOU have an… If he saw you do that, he wouldn’t feel ashamed?” Vegeta nodded. “Okay, I guess that KIND OF makes sense,” Bulma said. “But, PLEASE don’t ever punch yourself like that again.” “I wasn’t planning to!” “I’m serious. I’ve read about this thing, if your bladder’s full, and it’s hit hard enough, you will get hurt BAD. And I don’t even know if Dende will be able to patch it up.” “I’m fine, Bulma.” “THIS time,” she emphasized. “But, you need to be careful. Don’t you EVER do anything that stupid again.” “… How is the boy?” “I think he’s too confused to feel embarrassed anymore, if that’s any consolation,” Bulma said. After a pause, she added, “As much as I wish you HADN’T hit yourself like that, I’m kind of impressed that you were prepared to humiliate yourself just to make Trunks feel better. That must have taken some serious strength.” Vegeta froze, his eyes going wide, his expression uneasy. But, he didn’t snap at her to shut up or turn away to ignore her like he usually did when he was embarrassed. “I mean it,” Bulma said. “I’m surprised with how well you handled everything today. You managed to pee in a public restroom for the first time ever, and you care so much about your son that you were willing to embarrass yourself for him. You’re starting to get just as strong mentally as you are physically.” “I—“ Vegeta stared at her, looking for any sign that she was trying to tease him, but she wasn’t. “I just thought you should know that I’m really proud of all the progress you’re making, you’re definitely powerful enough to work through this.” Vegeta shivered, but in a way that Bulma recognized meant he was pleased. If he’d still had his tail, it would have been wagging now.
  9. One of the most pivotal memories I have from growing up involves my clarinet tutor, I will call him Mr. X to protect his identity. I was due to have an exam soon, so my lesson on this particular day was going to be significantly longer than usual— Two hours. To tell you the truth, I was kind of dreading it. Playing the clarinet had always been my mother’s interest, not mine, and there were so many other things I would have preferred to spend those two hours doing. I had no reason to think that this lesson would be anything other than the monotony and boredom I had come to expect from them. Just me playing the same song over and over again, and having to start from the beginning each time I made some minor mistake. I had no reason to expect anything different— Anything more interesting. The time came for my lesson, but Mr. X had not yet arrived. This was unusual, since he was usually ringing the doorbell a few minutes early. He had never been late before. It made me think something must have happened, perhaps something that would require him to cancel for the day. I could see my mother glancing out the front window of our house from time to time, worried. Around ten minutes after my lesson would have normally begun, the doorbell rang. I sighed, I wasn’t going to get off the hook so easily after all. As mother invited Mr. X inside, he appeared to be in quite an awful rush— He was visibly antsy, shifting between his feet in a very anxious manner. This didn’t surprise me, as Mr. X was often nervous and being late for the first time ever must have set him on edge. He was apologizing over and over, telling my mother about how he’d been with other students all day, then had had car trouble, and had gotten stuck waiting at a gas station for a while. Mother assured him that it wasn’t a big deal and told him not to worry. Then, she asked if he’d like something to drink, seeing as it was quite hot out that day. Mr. X shook his head. “No— Ah— No, thank you,” he said. “I’m alright. I’m already late, I should just get straight into the lesson now. I’m sure your daughter is ready for it.” I tried not to grown as I followed him into the back room so we could begin. I wouldn’t have minded putting it all off a few minutes longer so he could have a glass of water… “Sorry for keeping you waiting,” Mr. X said, sitting down in a chair near me. He adjusted his position almost immediately, leaning forward slightly and tugging at the sleeves of his shirt. I shrugged. “It’s fine…” I said. “Good, good…” Mr. X said. “Now, let’s see how much you’ve been practicing this week. Just play the piece we have been working on straight through, don’t stop if you make any mistakes.” I did as he told me, robotically going through the song I had already played what had to have been five hundred times by then. It wasn’t even a melody I particularly liked, but apparently it was one of the most common ‘beginner’ pieces that everyone learned. I knew I was making a couple of mistakes, but part of that was because I was becoming distracted. I feel that it is significantly harder to play an instrument while someone is watching, but it’s even more challenging when the person observing you is constantly moving around. From the corner of my eye, I was aware of Mr. X’s continuous shifting, and I could hear his shoes sliding and tapping against the floor. It was enough to break my concentration several times, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. Ordinarily, he was silent during this part of my lesson, just listening as I played the piece. It wasn’t until I was done with it that he spoke to tell me how much I had improved since the previous week. He never moved around like this, he never made noise. And, the song I was playing was not one that would usually get a person’s toes tapping. After I had finished, Mr. X didn’t seem to actually notice at first. It took him a couple seconds— and me pausing to clear my throat— for him to acknowledge that the piece had concluded. “Th—That was good,” he said, far less detailed than usual. It looked like I was not the only one that was getting distracted, but I still couldn’t figure out what was eating at him. I assumed that it was the car trouble he had told my mother about, and that he was just stressed out over it. I saw him glancing to the clock on the wall, above us, several times over the next few minutes as he had me play the song a few more times. I was making several mistakes, but he only caught a couple of them and made me start over. He was usually a lot more vigilant than that, but I wasn’t going to complain. The fewer times I had to restart, the better. Finally, he made me stop completely right in the middle of the piece. “Just— Just… Pause,” he said. I was a little surprised, since I actually HADN’T been making any mistakes at that point— None that I had noticed, anyway. He continued, “I’m sorry, I—“ He bit down, shifted more, and a pinkness formed on his face that I had never seen from him before. “I just… Is it alright if I use your restroom?” Oh. So, all of those distracting squirms had been because he needed to pee. For some reason, my interest was piqued by that knowledge— There was something entertaining about it, knowing that he’d been feeling so uncomfortable all this time when he could have just asked for this break earlier. It intrigued me that he could be so shy that he chose to hold his bladder until it ached rather than ask a semi-awkward question. “Sure,” I said, happy to have a break from playing. He nodded, stood, and left the room. I watched him leave, now registering the stiffness in his legs, his reluctance to let his knees bend. Confusingly, I was almost… Disappointed? I had only just realized what was happening to Mr. X, and I didn’t think I wanted it to end so quickly. Oh well, there was nothing I could do about that, was there? Mr. X came back less than a minute later, surprising me. I wondered at first if he had a really small bladder and that was how he had managed to pee so fast but, still blushing, he said that my mother was cleaning the restroom and he hadn’t been able to use it. “So, I apologize if I seem distracted.” He was dancing around the issue now, not wanting to tell me how badly he needed to go, but very much suffering from an emergency. Even after we returned to the lesson, and I tried to focus my attention on the clarinet instead of on him, I saw that he was still blushing with embarrassment. It was hard not to watch him, too. There was something so enticing about the way he was moving, crossing his legs, bouncing his feet, clenching his fists. I’d never seen an adult need to pee so badly that they wriggled around like that before, it was so fascinating. I didn’t know what to call the feeling it gave me, just that it was pleasant and it made me really want to tease him to see how he reacted. “Definitely don’t think about waterfalls or anything,” I warned him. He frowned and shifted more. “It’s not that funny— I don’t need to go THAT badly.” I saw right through him. I purposefully messed up my playing a few times so that he would need to get up and come correct me. He didn’t seem to notice that it was intentional, and every time he was forced to stand, the expression on his face grew tenser and his legs seemed less willing to cooperate. I had to stop messing with him in that way eventually, worried that he would become suspicious if he realized my skill-level had mysteriously decreased all of the sudden. It was unlikely, as he looked like he was lost in his own little world of desperation by then, but I still didn’t want to risk any trouble. Nevertheless, I continued to monitor him closely, paying far, FAR more attention to him than I ever had to the clarinet. He had given up all pretenses and was no longer trying to keep his desperate motions subtle— Which, given his shy nature, likely meant that he was no longer actually capable of staying still, such was the pressure inside his bladder. Finally, he stood up again. “I— I—“ he was having an even harder time getting it out now. Of course he was. Only half an hour had passed since his last attempt to use the restroom, trying again so quickly just made it all the clearer how badly he needed to go. “Uh— I am just going to see if your mother has finished with everything yet. Wait right there.” He stood up with yet another flinching wince, and stiffly made his way out of the room. He was back after less than a minute. He still had not been able to use the restroom. My mother had needed to use a special cleaner in the tub, one with harsh fumes that wasn’t safe to breathe in for very long. Until the room aired out, it was off limits. Mr. X sat back down, grimacing hard. “S—So, I’m going to have to keep waiting, I g—guess,” he said, fanning his legs in and out. I looked away from him, trying not to let him see the smirk on my face. It was so fascinating— An adult squirming around with that panicked, urgent look in his eyes. Pee-dancing, like a toddler would. Being forced to cast aside his dignity in order to save himself from the even worse humiliation that an accident would bring him. He bounced his knees, he crossed his ankles, he tapped his feet. He grabbed hold of the chair’s arm-rests so tightly that the skin of his knuckles started to lose its color. He twisted from side to side and, all the while, he wouldn’t look away from the clock. It was comical, and I repeatedly felt laughter begin to bubble up inside of me. It was hard not to laugh— I knew I would be in trouble if I let out so much as a snort or a giggle. I actually had to stop playing completely and just hold my breath a few times to keep any sounds from slipping out, but eventually I was no longer able to fight it back completely. When I saw Mr. X’s hand move to his inner thigh— not quite holding his crotch but getting extremely close to doing so— I just couldn’t help it. I laughed. That got his attention to fall back on me, rather than on the clock he had been painstakingly watching all this time. “Focus, would you?” He said. “Don’t watch me.” “S—Sorry,” I said, returning to practicing, but not really paying any attention to what my hands were doing. I was too focused on Mr. X’s own hands. Was he actually going to grab himself like that? Right here? Did he seriously need to go THAT badly? So badly that he was required to prevent the flood through manual means? It took a few minutes, but his hand did eventually make contact, accompanied by a pained, grunting noise from the back of his throat. “Mmmf—!” The sound was what set me off that time, I snickered again and his face flushed a bright, intense red. “F—Focus,” he stammered out. “J—Just—“ “Are you going to wet yourself?” I asked, trying to keep my tone as genuine as I could. I wanted to give the impression that I was actually just worried about him, and that I didn’t actually find any entertainment value in this whatsoever. But, of course, my laughter had already given me away. “No,” Mr. X said. His voice was firm with a frustration I had never heard from him before, and it startled me. Of course, I’d been scolded by teachers before, but never by Mr. X. He was always too meek for such things. “Of course I won’t. I’m not going to… To wet myself. Be quiet.” I did go quiet, save for the music I played. Mr. X, on the other hand, did not. He was making soft, pained sounds, little whimpers that spilled out from the back of his throat as he crossed his legs again and again and again, no matter which direction he pulled them or how tightly he knotted them together, it did not look like it was doing him any good. His hands kept kneading his inner thighs, too, pressing into his crotch when he thought I wasn’t watching. I’m pretty sure I spotted each and every squeeze, though. He was coming apart at the seems, and it was impossible for him to hide it. Finally, the whimpers turned into actual words. “Ah— I— I’m sorry,” he blurted out. “I th—think we’re going to h—have to cut the lesson short today. I just— I need to— I— Have to… Deal with whatever’s wrong with my car still…” I didn’t know why he was bothering to make up an excuse. We both knew he wasn’t fooling anyone anymore. I had no problem with the lesson ending early, but I… I didn’t want Mr. X’s predicament to be over. I especially didn’t want him to just leave before it had been resolved, for some reason I was just dying to know how this was going to end for him. I followed him out of the room and down the hall. Mother was still just outside the restroom and Mr. X hesitantly spoke to her, “I—I’m afraid I might have to leave a little early today,” he said. “I’m very sorry, it’s just that I really—“ “Why do you need to leave?” Mother interrupted. “Uhh…” “Is it an emergency?” Mr. X’s face went even redder. It definitely WAS, but not in the way mother probably meant it. “Because, if it’s not, I’d really prefer if you finished the lesson. Her exam is coming up, so she’s going to need all the time she can get.” “Right,” Mr. X nodded. “Yes, I understand. It’s… Not an emergency,” he decided. “Good,” Mother said, relieved. As I followed Mr. X back, I heard him mumbling to himself “Just one more hour… Just one more hour…” His voice was wavering with uncertainty— Did he not think he could hold it for one more hour? I had been pretty amused so far, but now that it looked like he really MIGHT end up having an accident… I wasn’t sure how to feel. Did I want that happen? A strange part of me really seemed to… It would be interesting, something new that I’d never seen happen before. I was messing up more with the clarinet by then— And now it was completely genuine. I was completely focused on what Mr. X was doing, not paying a shred of attention to the instrument. The notes were coming out flat, or at the wrong time, I was mixing up where my fingers were supposed to go, and what came out didn’t sound ANYTHING like the song I was supposed to be playing. Of course, Mr. X couldn’t ignore THAT many screw-ups and had to say something. “C—Come on,” he groaned. “Stop watching me and concentrate, okay? I kn—know how this looks, but it isn’t THAT funny, is it?” I said nothing and tried again, this time I did an even worse job. I even stopped half-way through the piece because it was impossible to blow into the clarinet and laugh at the same time— And just as impossible for me to hold in my laughter. “Pfft… Heheheh—!” I really, really just couldn’t help it. If you were there, you would have laughed too! Mr. X had just grabbed his crotch REALLY tightly with BOTH hands, pressing down and fanning his legs in and out, whimpering… He looked so goofy, he looked like he was seconds away from peeing his pants, and even after watching him wriggle for so long, I still couldn’t believe that this was seriously happening. “Mmmf…” Mr. X made another, even more uncomfortable sounding noise as I laughed at him. He was so red, his eyes wide as saucers. I knew I should feel bad, this was probably one of the most embarrassing things that had ever happened to him, but I was just too amused by it. “Stop… Just… Just— Ugh, l—let me play it f—for you ag—again,” he decided. I wasn’t so sure why he was bothering— We both knew that my problem had nothing to do with not knowing the piece well enough— I guess maybe he thought if HE was playing something, it would distract him a bit from his bladder, and make it a little bit easier to hold onto? Whatever the reasoning, Mr. X got out of his seat and, I think that was when he realized that this was a terrible idea. His own clarinet was in a case by his feet. In order to retrieve it, he was going to have to crouch down and open it up. Kneeling was one of the worst possible positions for his bladder, it put a lot of pressure and weight down against a part of his body that was already under monumental strain. He cringed as he lowered himself. He sort of sat on top of his feet, rocking against them in an effort to keep anything from spilling out— It seriously looked like that was a real possibility now. He opened up the case and took out his clarinet, then returned to his seat. He bounced in place for a few seconds before looking up at me again. “H—Here, I’ll sh—show you…” he said, his knees constantly jiggling up and down. He had a very pained look on his face, his forehead shining with sweat. It didn’t actually hit me until he started to play, but having to blow into the clarinet was a major challenge for him. Holding his pee had been requiring him to control his breathing very precisely, with short, choppy inhales and slow, steady exhales. Playing the clarinet forced him to push down on some of his abdominal muscles— Not super hard, but hard enough to compress his bladder. The first few notes came out wrong— I had never heard him play poorly before that day, but the clarinet squeaked and sounded tinny, and he lingered on single notes for longer than he was supposed to. And, soon it was punctuated by a different sound, a quiet… hissing. Even though I’d spent so much time thinking about Mr. X’s awful need to pee, I still couldn’t place the noise until I looked down enough to see the dark patch forming over his crotch. He was peeing his pants— He was actually having an accident! I was stunned— It was so funny! I could barely believe my own eyes, and I laughed harder than I had all day— I laughed so much I thought I was going to pee myself too! Mr. X was mortified, he was blushing intensely, shielding his crotch and the darkening fabric as his pee sloshed out of him at lightning speed. But, that didn’t matter, I had already seen him start letting loose, and I could still hear it gushing with reckless abandon. The dark spots were moving down his legs now, it was impossible for him to hide the wetness. The chair beneath him was getting soaked, liquid was pattering onto the floor, spreading out into a big puddle. I had never seen ANYBODY pee so much all at once before— I’d certainly never done it. I guess it made sense that he hadn’t been able to fit all of that inside his bladder without it exploding, but no matter how ‘understandable’ it was that he’d had an accident, that didn’t make it any less funny, that didn’t make it any easier for me to stop laughing at him. “Mom!” I finally choked out after he’d been urinating for at least a minute. “Mom, c—come in here! He’s seriously— He’s actually— He’s peeing his pants!” “What?” Mother called back, and a minute later she was in the room with us, watching in stunned silence as Mr. X’s bladder continued to drain itself dry all over him, the chair, and the floor. Mother didn’t laugh, her face just went sickly pale and she tried to avert her eyes from him, her mouth moved but she didn’t form any words. Mr. X didn’t seem able to speak either, and they were both just avoiding eye-contact with each other. When the hissing noise finally stopped and Mr. X’s bladder was spent, Mother turned to me and scolded; “Don’t laugh! This isn’t funny!” She looked back at Mr. X, but didn’t meet his eyes. Nor did she allow her gaze to drift to his lower-half, which was now drenched with uncontainable liquid. She sort of just stared at his chest. “I’m so, SO sorry,” she said. “I should have waited to clean the bathroom, had I known that you were— That you— That you needed it so much, I—“ “It’s fine!” Mr. X interrupted sharply, again adopting a tone I’d never heard from him before. “It’s fine— It’s— I’ve been too busy today, I— I can’t believe this— I— I’m just so sorry.” He looked down, at his sodden surroundings. “Th—The chair… All over the— I’m sorry.” “It’s okay,” Mother said. She still wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Let me get you something to change into for your drive home, at least.” After he had changed, Mr. X left. It wasn’t time for my lesson to end, but there was no way he could stick around anymore. Mother cleaned up the puddle on the floor once he’d gone, I guess she didn’t want him to see her do that. That was the last lesson I had with Mr. X, he was too embarrassed to return to a place where he’d wet his pants as an adult. My Mother was pretty upset with me for laughing and making fun of him the way I had, but I could not erase the incident from my mind. That night, I replayed it over and over again, the look of abject horror on his face as he let go, the sound of it hissing down his legs, all the squirming and urgency that had led up to it. I liked it. I wanted to see that again. I found out that my new interest was called ‘omorashi’, and I started to watch videos of men trying and failing to hold their full bladders. The videos could not compare to the reality of actually SEEING such a thing happen right in front of me, though. But, naturally, the real-life stuff was a lot harder to come by. The reason Mr. X’s predicament had so intrigued me was because of how out-of-the-ordinary it was, it would be a long, long time before I had the chance to watch something like it again. I’m much older now, and I’ve had the privilege of witnessing a few more similar incidents. One of which happened a couple years ago while I was on a flight. As anyone who has flown before would know, you are not always able to move freely about the plane. During take-off, landing and turbulence, you’re going to have to stay in your place with your seat-belt fastened. The person beside me on this particular flight was a handsome young man who fell asleep shortly after take-off. It was a long flight, and he remained asleep for quite a while, only waking up when we hit turbulence and the plane started to shake. As soon as his eyes were open, his face grimaced with pain and his knee started to bounce. His hands abruptly flew to his seat-belt and started working to unfasten it. I thought nothing of it at first. The man got up and started trying to reach the bathroom near the front of the plane. He needed to grip onto the seats he passed to keep from tripping when the plane bounced. He was about half-way down the aisle when a flight attendant ushered him back to his seat, pointing out to him that the seat-belt light above him was still on, and he was not permitted to walk around. “I—“ The man blushed. “I just have to use the toilet. It will only take a minute.” “It’s not safe,” the flight attendant said simply. “You could get injured. We’d be liable.” The man had my full interest now, he was squirming up a storm once the flight attendant left, dragging his feet around the floor, jiggling his knees, crossing his ankles. He had been made to put the seat-belt back on, and now it was cutting deeply into his bladder and making his situation so much worse. He didn’t seem to notice me watching him, he was much too focused on enduring the the throbbing wails locked inside his abdomen. He lasted another five minutes, give or take, before he tried to get up again. Just like last time, he was told to sit back down. “I kn—know,” he stammered out to the flight attendant. “But, I’ll be very careful. I just…” He lowered his voice, but not enough that I couldn’t hear his shameful admission that “It’s kind of an emergency…” “I understand that,” the flight attendant said, but it sounded like she told people this sort of thing every day and had stopped caring. “As soon as that light goes off, you can go,” she gestured to the light above the seats, still displaying the symbol telling everyone to keep their seat-belts on. “C—Can’t you make an exception?” The man asked. There was pain in his voice, and I was surprised to hear him sort of beg like that. I wondered if he just had a bolder personality in general, or if the severity of his need was driving him to lengths that he wouldn’t normally go. That was always one of my favorite aspects of seeing these situations, the ways people’s personalities would sometimes change as they became fixated on the goal of avoiding complete humiliation. The flight attendant shook her head, “No. I can’t. We can’t allow any of our passengers to hurt themselves. You understand?” The man nodded shakily, seeming to accept that there was no argument he could give that would reward him with access to the bathroom he needed so desperately. Over the next half hour, he was fanning his legs in and out, rubbing his ankles together, and sometimes even gripping his crotch. He finally DID catch me staring once he had placed his hands firmly between his legs. His face went red and he shuddered as he shut his eyes, as if I wouldn’t be able to see him as long as he couldn’t see me. But, he did not move his hand, he continued to clutch at himself, I guess his hand was the only thing keeping him plugged shut at that point and he no longer had the ability to let it go. The flight attendant came back eventually, and I saw what looked like hope in the man’s eyes, like maybe she WAS going to make an exception for him now that it was plainly obvious how dire his need had become. But, no. She was just coming to inform him that he needed to put his seat-belt back on— He hadn’t fastened it again since the last time he’d tried to get up. He must have thought that the strap would be too much for his bladder to take. “I can’t— I’ll—“ His protest was cut off, “You have to,” the flight attendant said. “I’m sorry. I think the turbulence should be over in just a few minutes, alright?” Finally, she actually sounded a little sympathetic. However, she did continue to stand there and watch as he painstakingly forced the seat-belt back on over-top of his aching, exploding bladder. “Thank you,” she said before walking off again. The seat-belt was the beginning of the end for that man. Once it was on, his squirming increased ten-fold as he tried to wriggle himself away from its unforgiving pressure, but it was no use. He started to go. Dampness spread out over his crotch and spattered into his seat, creating a vast pool between his legs. He continued to clutch at himself, seeming to not realize right away that the battle was already over and he had lost. At last, he slowly released his dick, eyes widening in horror as he stared down at the lake he was creating, the liquid bursting straight through the fabric over his crotch and pouring over him. I watched him wriggle even more urgently, as if there were still any way that he could save himself at this point, but rather than stopping or even just slowing down his stream, it gained in both speed and power the harder he tried. It took almost two full minutes for it to stop, and then he was just sitting there, dripping wet and totally humiliated. Others on the plane were staring since the hiss of his bladder bursting had been quite loud, but he only turned to look at me— The person who’d had the clearest view of his accident. “I… I’m sorry…” he said. I have other stories of desperation and accidents that I’ve seen, if anyone here wants me to share them.
  10. Sam looked away from zir notes for the first time in several hours. As zir eye-sight slowly adjusted, ze looked out the window and saw that it was now pitch-black outside. Ze must have been studying for way longer than ze had thought. But, that was okay. It was good, even. Surely ze had everything memorized for zir exam tomorrow now. Ze turned to look at the clock, and noted that ze had been studying for about five hours— Which explained how ze had managed to polish off all of zir potato chips and finish the two-liter bottle of soda that now sat empty on zir desk. Ze yawned and started to stretch, which proved to be a big mistake. Now that ze was finally moving around, zir body woke up the rest of the way. It was alert and now able to tell zim everything that it wanted zim to know, every small discomfort that had built up over the last several hours was now amplified. Zir back was stiff from leaning over zir desk for so long. Zir eyes were sore from being laser-focused on trying to read zir small handwriting. But, above all that, ze really, REALLY needed to go to the restroom. Sam tried to remember if ze had remembered to empty zir bladder BEFORE ze had started studying. Ze didn’t think ze had. Which meant the last time ze had peed was really early that morning, before zir first class. Ze glanced at the empty two-liter bottle and chewed on zir lip. All that liquid, and it had had more than enough time to filter through zim by now. Ze shut zir eyes against the sight, but not quickly enough to prevent a furious throb from firing through zir body at the mere sight of it. Sam crammed zir hands in between zir legs, squeezing zir opening tightly shut. Zir legs crossed back and forth beneath zir desk, a constant thrumming weight of need pushing out zir lower belly. “Mmmf…” Ze grunted out. Ze could barely comprehend that ze had gotten so focused on zir studies that ze hadn’t NOTICED this build-up of pressure. Now that ze was acknowledging it, it hurt so bad that zir eyes were watering up. The sheer amount of internal pressure slamming up against zir floodgate meant that zir hands weren’t doing zim that much good. They were failing to become the impenetrable cork that ze NEEDED them to be. Tiny dribbles were flowing out, stinging zir delicate urethra as ze clenched zir muscles harder and harder in an effort to make them stop. Ze rocked against zir hands, trying to clamp off the flow before it turned into a water-fall and soaked zir shorts, the chair and the floor below. After a minute of urgent, frantic clutching, Sam was able to restrain the leakage, but ze didn’t dare let go of zir crotch for long enough to check zir clothes for any stains, nor did ze think it would be wise to stand up to inspect the chair. Besides, the damp, clammy feeling coating zir cupped palms did plenty to let zim know that ze had spilled a lot. This was far from the first time Sam had experienced something like this. Ze usually ended up ignoring all of zir surroundings when ze got really focused on something. Everything just fell away from zim, and that usually resulted in plenty of consequences. Ze would agree to activities without really listening, ze would walk into things, ze wouldn’t notice when someone was speaking to zim until they got annoyed and shouted. And, ze wouldn’t notice that ze had to pee until it was almost coming out. Since ze had been through this before, Sam already knew that standing up posed all kinds of risks. Such a drastic change in position would shift the weight inside of zim, possibly shaking it so badly that it popped and sent waves coursing all down zir legs. The image of that was so clear in zir mind’s eye, so plausible. It would be better if ze could find some way to urinate without leaving zir chair. Zir eyes fell on the empty soda bottle again. Ze DID have zir funnel, so getting zir stream to flow into the bottle’s tiny opening wouldn’t be too difficult. Ze just hoped ze could get everything positioned in time. There was no time to lose, so ze forced one hand away from zir groin just long enough to plunge it into zir pocket where the device was kept— … … … Zir heart seemed to momentarily stop beating when zir hand only came into contact with the fabric material of zir shorts. A leaden weight forming within zir belly, dragging itself painfully close to zir bladder, ze tried zir other pocket. Still nothing. Oh no, oh no! Had ze dropped it somewhere?! What if someone found it and didn’t even know what it was? Even if that person kept it or took it to lost and found, it wasn’t like ze could just go around ASKING if anybody had seen the little pink funnel that ze peed with! That would be an awful way to introduce zimself to someone… And, besides, ze needed the device NOW, not later, not after someone HOPEFULLY found it and— Ze turned and scanned the rest of the room. The device was in its case on the bed. Ze was a little relieved. It wasn’t just lost… But, it was way too far away to do zim any good. Ze looked at the bottle again, and didn’t think that trying to shoot zir pee into such a narrow target WITHOUT the use of the funnel would end very well. Still, ze tried to formulate a plan for how to do it. The scissors were within arm’s reach, so MAYBE if ze cut the top off the bottle, made the opening a whole lot bigger, then… To do that, ze would need to remove BOTH hands from zir crotch. Zir hands were making a pretty pitiful dam at the moment, but they were leagues better than nothing. Cutting the bottle open seemed to be the only escape available to zim, though. Carefully, as quickly as ze dared, ze pulled zir hands away and reached for the sciss— Ahhh! Letting go of zir crotch for even half a second had decimated zir control. Zir stream resumed its slow, spurting flow, forcing itself down and re-warming the soggy wet spot between zir tense thighs. “Mmmmf… No, stop— Stop it—!” Ze hissed, shoving zir hands back into place and rocking faster and faster. Zir muscles knotted themselves up as tautly as they could manage, but all ze managed to do was restrain the spurts back down into dribbles. The clammy spot in zir shorts was starting to feel heavier and more sodden, and as ze squeezed, it was like ze was peeing into the bowl zir hands had formed. “Nnnnh…!” The bottle wasn’t going to work. It was time for Sam to accept that. The instant ze let go of zimself, ze was going to pee. There was no way around to prevent it, zir hands were the only thing that were even ALMOST keeping zir liquids at bay. This meant that, even if ze got the funnel from zir bed, it would do no good. Ze would lose control in the time it took to pull it out of the container and position it. The only thing ze could do to avoid an accident was SOMEHOW get to the bathroom down the hallway, get into a stall, yank zir shorts down as fast as possible and pray that ze sat down fast enough that none of zir waterfall splashed the seat or the floor. The first step was to stand up. Please, please let zim be able to stand! Ze did it as fast as ze could, like tearing off a bandaid. As soon as ze was out of zir seat, gravity mercilessly tugged at zir burdensome bladder, another spasm was followed by yet another spurt, and ze doubled over, knees buckling and toes curling. Everything ze had was tightening up as much as it physically could, like if ze just squeezed all the muscles in zir body tightly enough that would somehow keep zir bladder from erupting like it was begging to. Sam hoped that, perhaps, since ze had already leaked so much, that had freed up enough space inside zir bladder that ze would be able to make it to a toilet without it splitting apart. If ze moved fast enough, anyway, which wasn’t going to be easy. Ze was shuffling as ze made it to zir door and opened it up, fingers still firmly pushing themselves against zir bladder’s trembling exit. Once out in the hall, Sam was inundated with sharp pangs of self-consciousness. It was so late that no one was milling around to see zir rather pitiful display of all consuming desperation, but ze was wary of someone leaving their room and finding zim like this. They might laugh. Or— worse— feel sorry for zim. Ze didn’t want to be made fun of, and ze didn’t want anyone staring at zim with so much sympathy in their eyes. Ze didn’t want to be seen like this at all. The hallway seemed way longer than it usually did as well, seeming to stretch out endlessly, its length magically increasing with every step Sam took so that ze never actually got any closer to the restroom. Ze needed to pee so bad that zir vision was foggy and twisted, making zim feel dizzy as ze struggled down the hall. Ze was moving so slowly, unable to take proper steps. Ze couldn’t allow zir feet to part from each other very much, as that created too clear a pathway for zir urine to gush through. Ze couldn’t lift zir feet either, the impact of setting them back down was too much for zir bladder to handle. So, ze was limited to just dragging zir feet along the floor, eventually needing to lean zir body against the wall in order to even remain upright. Ze wanted to just collapse and give up, to fall to the ground and just release it all. Ze was already damp, ze was already going to need to change zir clothes. Ze may as well just let it happen so that ze could enjoy the pleasure of relief now. Ohhh, ze wanted to pee now. Every extra second ze spent holding it was a new agony. Ze just wanted to go. Ze just wanted to feel the blissful sensation of zir engorged bladder squeezing away until it was wrung dry, shrunk back down into something that didn’t make zim feel like ze was going to die. Ze just wanted the pressure to go away. Ze couldn’t take it anymore. Ze just couldn’t handle another minute like this, ze— Sam was finally beside the bathroom door, and ze tore a hand from between zir legs to yank it open, the hand immediately dove back against zir crotch as ze limped zir way inside. Ohhhh, sweet relief. Finally… Finally… Except, NOT finally. Of the three stalls, two were taken and one was marked as out of order. The urinals on the wall were non-possibilities since zir STP was STILL laying uselessly on zir bed back in zir room. Ze cursed zimself for not grabbing it, just in case. Sure, ze would have been wetting zimself a bit as ze got it where it belonged, but that was better than— Ze could hear the streams being released in the stalls, and the sound was like a mallet to zir bloated bladder. Zir stomach twisted, the pressure building to a wild crescendo that was absolutely nauseating. Ze crossed zir legs and moaned as ze bent double, clamping with all zir might. The tears that had been forming in zir eyes started to fall. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt! Ze considered trying to use a urinal WITHOUT the funnel. Maybe if ze yanked zir shorts down all the way and spread zir legs super far and PUSHED the stream out as hard as ze could, it would work out alright. But, even if it WAS successful, then when the people in the stalls came out, they’d see zim half-undressed, pissing buckets. Ze didn’t like to think of zimself as THAT shy, but ze sure as Hell wasn’t an exhibitionist, either. Zir next idea struck zim as even worse. The mental image of zimself pathetically knocking on the stall doors and whimpering “Please, please, hurry? I need to go really bad!” Even if they picked up the pace and got out as fast as possible, it would be because they PITIED zim… ‘Hold it… Hold it…’ Sam begged zimself. ‘It can’t take THAT long… Just be patient…’ One of the stalls finally opened and ze was forced to take a step back as a girl exited it. Ze could see the toilet in the now vacant stall and started to leak in earnest again, certain that the girl could hear the little droplets plinking out of zim as ze struggled into the stall and locked it. Ze yanked down zir shorts, and it was like they were the last thing keeping zim even SLIGHTLY in control, the second they were down, ze was peeing full force, down zir legs and into the shorts bunched up around zir ankles. Ze collapsed onto the toilet with a loud moan, finally just giving up and letting it happen. It gushed out of zim at lightning speed, but zir bladder was still aching even as ze was furiously flooding the bowl beneath zim. Sam rubbed zir palm over the tender, agitated skin of zir abdomen and pushed, trying to get it all out even faster, trying to drain enough that ze started to feel nice and deflated, instead of bloated and sore. It took almost half a minute for Sam to get to that point, and for zir legs to start tingling with pleasure. Ze leaned back, slumping as what felt like buckets of liquid torture were being dumped out of zim. The stream continued to build and grow in its intensity, before it finally started to calm down as zir bladder was almost completely wrung dry. Still, ze was stuck sitting there for quite a while as the last spurts sprayed out, every time ze thought ze was finally empty, ze would push and feel a few more dribbles leak out. Finally finished, ze stood and pulled up zir sodden shorts. That final splash before ze had finally sat down on the toilet had really nailed them, and ze was wary of leaving the stall for fear that someone would see the tell-tale damp patch that showed ze hadn’t totally made it in time. Ze was pretty sure the other stall must have been empty by now, and ze hadn’t heard anyone else come in while ze was peeing— Granted, ze had kind of been lost in zir own little world for the entire duration— It was probably safe to leave. Just had to get back to zir room as fast as possible. Timidly, ze pushed open the stall door, one hand shielding zir damp crotch from any potential on-lookers. Ze continued to cover the wet spot as well as ze could all the way back to zir room. It didn’t matter that the hallway was deserted, ze felt like there were hidden cameras capturing all the evidence of zir— Ze… Kind of always felt like there were hidden cameras now. Neil had stuck a lot of those around the exterior of zir house back when ze lived at home, spying on zim and zir mother. Then, Neil had showed zim the videos he’d captured, thinking they were ‘proof’ of their love for each other. One camera had been angled in such a way that it could kind of see into the restroom. The bathroom window didn’t allow a great view of anything, but the camera picked up on sounds even through the wall. The noises were muffled, but audible. Neil had listened to Sam shower, had listened to zim pee— Even when Sam thought ze had the most privacy, Neil had been there to take it away. And it still felt like he was there. Like him, or someone like him, could see every one of Sam’s most intimate or embarrassing moments. Ze shuddered as ze got back to zir room. No more danger of someone spotting zim in wet shorts, but ze still didn’t feel alone. Ze never felt alone. Not anymore. Ze knew the direction of zir thoughts wasn’t good— Especially not when ze intended to go to bed once ze got changed, but now that ze had the cameras on zir mind, ze couldn’t forget about them. And, since in spite of zir paranoia, ze was completely alone in here, no one was around to talk zim down. No one could soothe zir worries. No one could remind zim that Neil was dead and wasn’t around to spy anymore. No one could… Could remind Sam to take breaks to go pee when ze was studying. Maybe a roommate wouldn’t be such a terrible idea.
  11. Like the last few stories I've posted, this was originally written using characters from a non-kink book I've written. So, name-changes were made and the setting was kept vague to keep it from being recognizable, I hope the vagueness does not distract from the desperation content. This first chapter was written for the Omovember prompt "Gauntlets". *** Bad break-ups were normal, but Sam doubted many people had experienced one quite like the one ze had just been through. Ze wasn’t sure if it could technically count AS a break-up, since ze and Neil had only been dating in Neil’s imagination, and he had merely blackmailed Sam into going along with it. Still, Sam didn’t think most relationships— Even ones between a nutjob stalker and a very unwilling participant— ended with one person killing the other one. Sam didn’t consider zimself a murderer. Neil’s ‘elimination’, as ze thought of it, was more a means to an end than anything else. Neil wouldn’t let zim go, so Sam had needed to force him to. If ze were to be tried in any court of law, it would be a clear case of self-defense. And that was what had happened, Sam HAD gone to court following the discovery of Neil’s body and the arsenic being found in his system, Luckily, Neil had chosen to meticulously document all of his activity concerning Sam, up to and including, his plans to build a dungeon in his basement to imprison zim inside for the remainder of zir life— And the receipts from when he’d purchased the necessary materials for the project. Sam would see no prison time for Neil’s death. Ze had been left with no choice. After all of that, Sam didn’t see zimself getting involved with anyone romantically for a long, long time. Ze thought ze’d be happiest by zimself for now. Once ze was sure someone could actually love zim, rather than just be obsessed with the IDEA of zim, maybe ze would reconsider. But, for now, ze wanted to be left alone. Well, not completely alone. Ze still had zir best friend Logan. And ze hadn’t spent much time with him lately, either. Neil had isolated zim so much during the course of their ‘relationship’, and then everything with the court had taken up the majority of zir time, it had been forever since ze had been able to just hang out with Logan for a whole day. They were finally able to do that now. Logan had invited zim to an outdoor obstacle course, where they would be challenged to traverse across wooden platforms held high in the trees, swing on ropes, crawl across nets, and zip-line. Ze spent a lot of zir time in zir room studying, ze cared immensely about zir grades and hoped to be one of the top students at zir college, but it did get very monotonous and boring after a while. A whole day off to do something exciting was going to be great. Ze also thought it would be nice to have something to remind zimself that ‘exciting’ didn’t have to mean ‘terrifying and dangerous’, it could actually be fun, too. The ordeal with Neil had been ‘exciting’, but it was exciting in a way ze hoped never to experience again. The morning of the trip, Sam woke up in zir dorm room. Right now, ze didn’t share zir room with anyone. Ze wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Being the only person in the room meant no one was around to distract zim when ze was studying, and some nights ze had this really embarrassing thing happen to zim that ze preferred to be alone for. But it also meant no one was around to talk to, or make zim laugh, or comfort zim if ze had a nightmare. Nightmares had been happening rather often lately, too. Neil featured in the majority of them, sometimes ze would wake up feeling like his hands were still on zir body. Ze had that unsettling sensation this morning, it was nauseating. Zir skin felt slimy and musty. And ze knew that if ze went to take a shower now, no amount of scrubbing would make the feeling go away. Ze understood what the unpleasant sensations were, and that they didn’t have a physical cause. Ze had done plenty of research into the effects of what had happened to zim, believing that learning about it and being able to describe it to zimself using cold, clinical terms would help zim to distance zimself from all of it. It didn’t, though. If anything, having more words to use to describe zir inner turmoil had made it even easier for zim to get caught up in the whirlwind. Now, waking up and being unable to shake the imagined feelings of Neil’s touch away, Sam knew ze was experiencing a tactile hallucination brought on by trauma. Being able to say ‘This is what I have, this is why I feel this way,’ should have been freeing. But, instead, the heavy word ‘trauma’ just weighed zim down. Ze didn’t want to be traumatized, ze didn’t want to be the person everyone else felt sorry for. That was one of the things ze liked about Logan. He sympathized with zim for what ze had gone through, but not in a “Oh, poor Sam!” kind of way. He didn’t treat zim like ze was made out of tissue paper and eggshells now just because something terrible had happened. He still treated zim the same way he had before Neil had come into the picture. Even though ze knew it would do no good, and the awful feeling of Neil’s hands on zir skin would remain regardless, ze gathered all of zir showering supplies and a change of clothes and headed out of zir room. Ze padded down the hallway, a bit of wariness creeping into zim. It was a Saturday, and ze hoped that meant ze was the only one that had a reason to be up this early in the morning. One thing ze STILL hadn’t been able to adjust to about living in a dorm was the fact that ze now had to share a bathroom with dozens of other people. Ze hadn’t minded that aspect TOO much at first, but inevitably ze woke one morning with a whole lot of awful, needy wailing in zir bladder and VERY little time to get to a toilet before ze burst. Needless to say, the sight of a crowd blocking zim off from much needed relief had not been a welcome one. Shamefully, ze wasn’t totally dry by the time ze was finally able to go. The restroom in the dorm was co-ed, which ze did appreciate. Ze was non-binary, and preferred to present zimself androgynously. To most people, ze didn’t look entirely like a guy or a girl, and that was fine because ze was neither. It only really got tricky when ze was in a situation where ze was presented with only two options, and neither of them was correct. This happened most often with bathrooms, locker rooms and changing rooms. Ze sometimes got weird looks in public bathrooms, since ze looked like either a butch woman or an effeminate man depending on who was asked. No one had ever given zim a hard time about it yet, thankfully. So far, the only major issue ze had had was when ze went to the men’s room and the stalls were in-use by people who were taking forever. Ze COULD use a urinal in those circumstances, since ze usually carried around a device that let zim pee standing up. Trouble was, the device was a hot-pink funnel. So, if someone were to just accidentally look over, that could lead to problems. At best, ze would get a lot more odd looks, at worst, the guy might question zim or do something more. Ze HAD thought about getting a different device that looked more like a penis, like the prosthetic Logan used to use before his metoidioplasty, but ze hadn’t liked the idea of having a bulge there, even a small one. To make sure, ze walked around with a sock inside zir pants for about a day, and it hadn’t felt right. So, ze accepted that ze was going to have to avoid urinals. Ze was glad ze didn’t have to worry about which bathroom to pick in the place where ze actually LIVED. Nope, the only issue with the bathroom situation here was how long the line could get. And ze hoped that wouldn’t be the case this morning, because ze was realizing there was something else ze needed to do a lot worse than ze needed to shower. Zir bladder was definitely full enough to require a bit of zir attention. But, when ze got to the hall where the restroom was located, ze was dismayed to see that there WAS a line. A long one, too. So long that ze was worried if ze’d even be able to meet Logan at their agreed upon time. Ze quickly got into line, shifting a little, trying not to pay attention to how much worse zir need for the toilet had become now that ze knew ze had a long wait ahead of zim. Ze didn’t want to stress about it too much. Yes, ze had to go badly, but ze was also RIGHT outside of a bathroom. Ze could deal with the pressure until ze got through the line. Ze was right about being able to wait through the line, but had jumped the gun a bit with assuming ze would get to relieve zimself as soon as ze got to the front. The line had taken so long that now ze was going to have to speed through zir shower to make it in time— Using the toilet as well was out of the question. While ze scrubbed zimself, Sam was very much aware that there WAS something else ze could use the shower stall for. Zir bladder trembled, egging zim on a bit, prodding at zim, reminding zim how good it felt to go. If it weren’t for how gross that dream had already caused zim to feel, ze probably would have just let it out right then and there. Ze just didn’t want to do anything else that could make zim feel ickier than ze already did. Besides, this wasn’t an emergency. Sam would go once ze and Logan were at their destination. Ze could definitely hold it until then. Once ze had finished showering and had gotten dressed, ze really had to hurry downstairs to reach Logan in time. The thud of zir shoes against the steps sent harsh stabs through zir bladder, sharp enough to make zim question if not peeing in the shower had really been the best idea. Oh well, what was done was done. Ze was going to have to hold it in now. Ze reached Logan and waved to him, aware that zir thighs were inching closer and closer together as ze tried to stand still, fighting to adjust to the change in momentum having just run here at breakneck speed. “Hey,” ze said. “Out of breath?” Logan asked. “You know, if you let me be your roommate, you wouldn’t have to rush around every time we want to meet up.” Sam wanted Logan to be zir roommate, ze really did… But, ze just knew it was a bad idea. If Logan moved in then, eventually, Sam knew that… A specific, awful, embarrassing thing would happen to zim. And, after that, Logan really WOULD treat zim in that “Oh, poor Sam” way. It was better for Sam to stay alone until ze could be sure that ‘it’ wouldn’t happen again. “M—Maybe someday,” Sam said. As Logan started to lead the way to the parking lot, Sam glanced around surreptitiously. Zir bladder was still throbbing hard from all that running— Down a flight of stairs, no less! Ze didn’t know how far away this obstacle course thing even was, it would really be a good idea to go to the bathroom before they left. Now that Logan knew ze wasn’t standing him up, mentioning zir need for a toilet break should be pretty easy. Except, it wasn’t. Sam didn’t even know why. Ze and Logan had been best friends for as long as ze could remember, doubtless ze had told him ze needed to pee hundreds of times in the past, but today ze was suddenly having trouble forming the words. It was likely due to Logan asking zim if they could be roommates again, reminding zim of that one little ‘issue’ that made such a thing impossible. It made addressing this topic a little too hard for zim. So, ze stayed quiet and got into Logan’s car beside him. “You’re gonna love this place,” Logan said cooly. “It’s lots of fun, I’ve been to it a couple times.” Sam nodded, tensing zir thighs up as the car rumbled to life beneath zim. There was only one thing ze was looking forward to seeing upon their arrival. “I—It’s been too long since I’ve had fun…” ze said. “Yeah,” Logan agreed. “I know. Every time I call you, you say you have to study. From the sounds of it, you never leave your desk. I bet you forget to eat or use the bathroom.” Sam bit zir lip. Sometimes, ze got so nervous about tests that ze skipped meals in favor of studying. And, when zir bladder started to tingle, ze would ignore that for as long as ze could too. Having to stand halfway out of zir chair, one hand crammed between zir legs, the other holding a textbook as zir feet stomped frantically into the floor was easier for zim to handle than failing a test was. Of course, if Sam explained all of that to Logan, he’d probably point out how ze had literally never gotten anything below a B-minus in zir entire life, and the idea that ze could ever totally fail an exam was as preposterous as pigs flying. Logan was the one who’d always struggled at school, Sam had excelled at it. That was maybe another reason that they SHOULD be roommates. Sam could help Logan study, and Logan could remind Sam to take breaks when it became obvious how badly ze needed one… But… That one road-block. It was a simple thing, but such a huge issue to Sam that ze saw no way around it. Recalling all of the times that ze had forced zimself to hold onto a flood while studying made zir current situation feel even more pressing. Because, what ze remembered most clearly about those ordeals was how good ze felt when they were over. When ze finally got to the toilet and either flung zimself onto the seat or positioned zir funnel device depending on how ze was feeling, and was at last able to release all that tension. The relief of those moments could sometimes leave zim breathless. Ze tried to forget about how good that felt, clenching up zir lower muscles and bouncing a knee as subtly as ze could. It wasn’t subtle enough. Logan had known zim too long. “Gotta use the bathroom?” He asked. Sam looked away, annoyed by how bashful ze still felt about this. It wasn’t as though Logan had never seen zim desperate before… “A bit,” ze admitted, tacking on a lie; “It’s not that bad.” “Alright,” Logan said. “That’s good. We’re almost there, but the restrooms are all at the end.” Sam stilled. That was awful news, zir heart thundered painfully in zir chest. Why would this place put their only bathrooms PAST the obstacle course? Did they just enjoy cleaning up puddles, or something? “Well— Hang on, that’s not right,” Logan said, but before Sam could exhale, he explained; “There’s some porta-potties in the parking lot, but— Jeez, they’re grosser than a sewer rat’s exploded intestines. I’d rather piss my pants than use one of them. The actual indoor bathrooms are at the end, so if it’s not an emergency you should wait for them.” Logan had… A very unique way with words. He could describe things vividly, but not in a way that anyone actually appreciated hearing. “Okay…” Sam said. “I can wait.” “Good,” Logan nodded. “But, I mean, if you want me to, I can stop somewhere now.” Sam wanted to accept that offer, if the nagging embarrassment would just go away, if ze could find zir voice and say “Logan, I really have to pee,” like ze had done so many times in the past… If that ‘problem’ wasn’t still knocking around inside zir head and making zim act like an idiot… It wasn’t like Logan would somehow figure out ze had a ‘problem’ if ze admitted ze was desperate for the toilet now, ze should be able to just— “I’m fine,” Sam said. “I’m not bursting, I only have to go a little.” They arrived outside of the obstacle course, which was built high in the treetops. Zip lines and wooden platforms were visible even from the parking lot. Sam grinned at the sight, the smile fading when ze had to actually get OUT of the car. Standing up and stretching added a bit of weight onto zir bladder, and ze had to move between zir feet for a few seconds to try to dislodge it. It made zim a little wary of how traversing the actual obstacle course would go. If just climbing out of the car had been tricky, how was ze supposed to do something that required ten times the amount of physical activity? Ze saw the porta-potties Logan had mentioned, and ze could already kind of smell them too. Ze DID have zir funnel device in zir pocket, so if ze wanted to pee standing up, ze could. Ze wouldn’t HAVE to make skin-contact with the toilet seat. But, Logan had said HE’D rather wet his pants than use those porta-potties, and he could pee standing up too. Standing apparently didn’t make that big of a difference. For a second, ze looked at the foliage surrounding the parking lot. Ze could maybe relieve the pressure behind one of them, no one would see— And, even if they did, all they’d spot would be a small pink funnel, no glimpses of zir body parts. Zir thighs trembled the longer ze stared at the bushes, bladder throbbing in a much more excruciating way. Ze could relieve zimself— God, how ze needed to— But… But then, Logan would know that ze had been getting desperate. Logan would know that ze had tried to hide that fact from him for some reason. And, from there, Logan would somehow figure out what zir ‘problem’ was, and why ze didn’t want to be his roommate. “Sam?” Logan asked, noticing zim dithering. “You coming?” Tightening zir thigh muscles, Sam darted off to catch up to him, hopeful that ze would be able to contain zimself through the entirety of the course. Deep down, ze knew that this was idiotic. Ze knew that running through a literal obstacle course, jumping across platforms hoisted high in the trees, climbing across ropes and monkey bars, and flying down zip-lines when ze was ALREADY in pretty severe need of a toilet break was going to be one of the stupidest things ze had ever done. Ze knew that the smart thing to do was to say “Actually, I think I really DO have to pee before we start,” and either brave the disgusting porta-potties or have Logan keep watch while ze went behind a bush. It wouldn’t even be the first time Logan had done something like that for zim! Sam said nothing, though. And ze didn’t even try to walk towards the bushes again, just followed Logan to the admissions area. The throbbing in Sam’s abdomen worsened as ze and Logan strapped on their helmets and other safety gear. Ze fought against the increasingly persistent urge to grab at zimself, a task which was going to be kind of difficult anyway now that ze had so much stuff on. This was a bad idea, the obstacle course looked a lot bigger now that ze was seeing it up close. The thought of having to drag zir aching bladder through this entire thing, zir opening was already stinging, muscles twitching, ze really, really had to— “What’s that look for?” Logan asked, grinning. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of heights all of the sudden!” The inner walls of Sam’s bladder seemed to twist. “N—No,” ze said. ‘I just need to go to the bathroom, remember? It’s turning into an emergency.’ The words failed to emerge. In their place was a soft “I’m fine.” “Alright, I bet I can beat you to the end,” Logan teased. Sam wasn’t so sure. Yeah, ze was going to be weighted down and probably not moving so well. And, ze was going to need to take at least a COUPLE breaks to steady the waves in zir body when they got shaken up too hard. But, well… Ze knew there was going to be a toilet at the end of this course, and ze didn’t think anything could be a better incentive to hurry than that. The first thing ze had to do was climb up a net and onto a large wooden deck. Ze thought this one would be pretty easy and, under normal circumstances, it would have been. However, leaving the stable ground and exchanging it for loose, shuddering netting made it difficult to keep zir legs tensed together. Zir bladder didn’t appreciate the way gravity had shifted, either. Ze grabbed hold of the rope and tried to use it to hoist zimself up faster. That didn’t work out much better. Having to use all the strength in zir upper body, for some reason, made it trickier to control the muscles in zir lower body. Zir stomach was cramping with waves of pain, and ze could feel heat prodding against zir urethral opening. Sam finally made it up onto the platform after several minutes of fighting zir way there. Logan was already way ahead, and Sam had to pause for several seconds to regain zir bearings. Ze stood on the platform ankles rubbing together anxiously. Now that ze was up in the trees, surrounded by foliage and granted a bit of privacy, ze allowed zimself to squirm a lot more. Ze even permitted zir hands to go down between zir legs for a hard squeeze. Sam was already sweating, zir skin was scorched pink and overheating. Ze shut zir eyes and tried to take a few steadying breaths. There was a toilet at the end of the course, ze just had to make it there, and then hopefully not take too long debating which door to go through. The way ze usually made that decision in public was to recall what gender most people had assumed ze was throughout the day, but since ze hadn’t really spoken to anyone other than Logan, that wasn’t going to work. Sam looked towards the next obstacles, and tried not think that ze couldn’t hold it. Ze HAD to hold it now, ze had missed every chance to go, and could now only deal with it. There was nothing ze could do, but acknowledging that didn’t help assuage any of the frantic throbs inside zir bladder. In fact, knowing that ze had no possible way of releasing the pressure was making zim feel more anxious. Zir bladder was straining harshly, and it felt like zir skin was just barely able to contain it. The torrents of liquid that had accumulated in zir body since the previous night wanted out so badly. Holding it in for much longer, let alone continuing through the obstacle while doing it, seemed more unbearable by the second. Ze was finally able to move again, clipping the safety harness around zir waist— Whyyyy did it have to be right there?!— to the rope above zir head, ze was now going to have to jump across several suspended platforms, each about a foot apart from each other. Jumping one foot would be really easy normally, but right now ze was struggling to move zir feet far enough apart from each other to even walk… Sam forced zimself to stretch one foot out until it touched the first platform in front of zim. Ohhhh, the pee inside zir bladder thrashed forwards, and it felt like zir urethra was starting to burn. Ze was starting to think about how good it would feel to let a little bit of it out, just a few drops, until it stopped hurting so bad. Just enough so that it didn’t feel like ze was being pulled in two different directions as ze tried to balance on the platform and keep the overflowing cup inside zir abdomen balanced as well. Sam clenched zir lower abdominal muscles up a little as ze brought zir other foot over onto the platform. It felt very rickety beneath zim, making zim not want to stay on it for very long. Ze knew the safety harness was there, and if ze DID fall, it would keep zim from being hurt. But, it would immediately grip zim right around the waist, very, very firmly. And, that would definitely be enough to make zir bladder gush out in one gigantic flood. Falling wasn’t an option. The next platform was a single wooden plank, much thinner than the one ze was on now. Ze tried to inch zir foot onto it slowly like ze had done before, but then the platform under zir other foot started to sway more, and ze had to quickly leap forwards to avoid a disastrous fall. Zir bladder felt like it had earthquakes going through it, and a stream trickled down zir leg before ze could react. “Ah—“ Sam whimpered, clutching zir crotch tightly with one hand as the other held onto the rope for balance. Ze squeezed zir whole body up as much as ze could. Ze was going to pee, ze couldn’t hold it, zir bladder was so full, so full because ze hadn’t emptied it all day. A whole night’s and morning’s worth of fluid was desperately seeking a way out, and— Ohhhh, ze tried not to think about it! ‘Don’t think about it. Don’t move. Don’t—‘ If Sam had an accident, if ze finally caught up to Logan soaked from the waist down, Logan would laugh… Even though he was zir best friend, he’d still think it was kind of funny. He wouldn’t be able to understand why Sam hadn’t gone earlier when ze had had so many chances, when he’d offered to stop. And ze wouldn’t be able to explain why ze was suddenly so self-conscious. Ze wouldn’t be able to tell him about the problem, the one that meant they couldn’t live together, and which often caused Sam to miss out on having a full night’s sleep… Sam didn’t wet the bed, not really. Ze WISHED that was it. Peeing the sheets in zir sleep would be embarrassing, but not that unusual. Lots of people had accidents when they weren’t fully conscious. On some level, THAT would be understandable. But, that wasn’t what happened to zim. No, what happened to zim was a lot worse. Sometimes, when ze had a bad enough nightmare, ze would wake up flooded with panic and terror, and unable to focus on zir surroundings for long enough to calm down. Ze would scream without meaning to, and THEN, sometimes, ze would have an accident. Ze would have an accident in the bed while AWAKE. That wasn’t understandable on ANY level. And, that was the main reason why ze couldn’t have a roommate. Because, sometimes ze woke up in the middle of the night screaming, and sometimes zir sheets got soaked in the process. And Sam couldn’t do ANYTHING that caused Logan to find out about it. So, ze couldn’t let him think about zim having a bladder-emergency, and ze definitely couldn’t have an accident where he’d see. Ze forced zimself to move quickly across the last of the platforms, coming to rest on another wide deck area. Once there, ze detached zimself from the safety rope, then crumpled over, hands wedged between zir quivering thighs as ze fought to inhale properly. Ze was so sweaty and out of breath that it was making zim dizzy. Logan was probably at the end already. Logan was by the restrooms, able to relieve himself right away if he had to. Meanwhile, Sam was trapped here, fighting to even move without spilling gallons of urine down zir legs. “Sam?” Sam jumped and forced zimself to straighten up from where ze had contorted zimself into a tight knot of trembling limbs. Logan was coming out from behind the tree this deck had built around. He hadn’t seen zim squirming like that, had he? 

“Logan— I—“ Sam stammered. “I thought you were farther ahead.” “I noticed you were having trouble, so I waited,” Logan said. Sam tried to hold still now that he was looking. Difficult to accomplish considering that ze was now thoroughly bursting at the seams, and every tree in the course suddenly looked like it needed to be watered as soon as possible. “You okay?” Logan asked. “I’m— I’m great,” Sam said. ‘Just about to pee everywhere is all,’ ze thought. Logan didn’t look like he believed zim, but he didn’t press the issue. That was good. If he kept asking, Sam wasn’t sure how much longer ze could avoid moaning “I don’t think I can hold it anymore!” That made zir skin crawl just thinking about it! The thought of that embarrassment kept Sam going through the next obstacle, crawling alongside Logan through a net connecting this platform to the next. Zir foot got stuck a few times, the sudden, unexpected tug never failing to draw a quick spurt from zir bladder, but ze managed not to completely lose control. Ze was grateful that zir shorts were black… A lighter color would probably be showing the damage by now. Once on the next platform, Sam’s face had gone even pinker, and zir breathing was more ragged than ever. It was coming in rapid, panicked bursts, making it sound like ze had just run fifty miles. Ze clasped zir hands behind zir back to avoid grabbing at zimself again, and another protesting squirt warmly gushed between zir thighs in protest. ‘How much further…?’ Ze wondered. ‘Can’t take it…’ Logan stood beside zim, “Sam, what’s the matter?” He asked. “You don’t look like you’re having fun…” Great. Now Logan was feeling bad, he thought he’d picked a bad destination for their trip, and that Sam hated it here. Even though Sam had enjoyed outdoorsy things like this in the past. He was probably thinking that ze had changed— Just like everyone else, he was starting to see zim as a different person from before zir experience with Neil. But, ze WAS the same person— Logan was the only one who’d been able to believe that so far! If ze wasn’t dying to pee, ze knew ze would be having fun. If ze could just have an empty bladder, ze would be jumping and leaping and enjoying zimself. But… Ze was going to explode, and zir abdomen was aching so much that it was hard to keep tears from forming in the corners of zir eyes. Logan was SORT of thinking things along those lines, not that Sam had become a different person and no longer enjoyed the same things anymore, but that everything that had happened to zim probably kept them from exercising for a while. He observed his red-faced, bouncing, sweaty friend and thought that maybe ze just wasn’t as in-shape as ze used to be. “If you need to rest for a minute, that’s fine,” Logan said. “This kinda thing is tiring, so I get it.” The last thing Sam wanted was to ‘rest’. Ze wanted to get moving, and to pick up the pace. Ze needed to be at that bathroom NOW. “H—How much further?” Ze managed, mentally kicking zimeself. Logan was definitely going to think ze was miserable now. “A bit…” Logan said. “If you’re a little worn out… We can sit here for a minute.” Sam shook zir head. “I can’t—“ “It’s alright,” Logan assured. “I’ll sit with you, this doesn’t have to be a race, I can—“ “I— I want to keep going…” Sam insisted. “I need to— To get to the end. Now.” Logan frowned. Sam got like this sometimes, needlessly stubborn. He always did his best to talk zim down from it though. He thought he was good at it, he wasn’t the type to try to force anything, just letting things be the way they were and going with the flow… Flow… Sam had mentioned needing to pee earlier… And ze hadn’t gone yet… If it was getting worse, why hadn’t ze said anything? Ze was never shy about it before! That probably wasn’t what was bothering zim, then. Maybe it was just the heat… “I know, it’s really hot today. There’s some soda machines at the end.” 

Ohhh, Sam would explode if ze took even one sip! “O—Okay,” ze said. No relief in sight, the swollen lump of fluid trapped inside Sam’s abdomen convulsed sharply, begging for even just a few seconds of blissful relief. Determined to get TO relief before zir muscles all snapped into dust and ze was left pouring out a massive geyser, ze moved forwards again. Another set of rickety platforms suspended by ropes, each one narrower than the last. Ze clipped zimself to the safety rope, and fought zir way across. Ze was forced to stretch zir legs out much too far to get to each new platform, and each time ze did, ze began to dribble. The area between zir thighs was beginning to feel very clammy, and when ze reached the end, a long spurt hissed forth and simply clenching zir abdominal muscles really wasn’t enou— Sam thrusted zir hands against zimself, cupping tightly and doubling forwards. “Mmmmmmffff!” Ze squeaked painfully. “I can’t— I can’t—“ “Whoa…” Logan said, stepping onto the platform beside zim. His hand went to zir shaking, hunched back and moved up and down in a soothing motion. Sam’s cheeks reddened even more, no way could Logan not realize what was wrong now. Ze was about to wet zimself, so, so far from the toilet, and everything hurt, and ze just wanted to go… The need was so awful and Sam’s muscles were so tired from the exercise and the holding and the tension… Zir palms were the only thing keeping zim from making a huge puddle. “I can’t— I can’t— Can’t, can’t can’t—“ “Sam…” Logan said. “What’s the matter?” Though, that was obvious. He just didn’t understand why ze had kept quiet about it. “I really have to go…” Sam admitted quietly. “I— Ohhhh…” Ze groaned as another hot spurt seeped into zir clothing, the shock of the sudden spritz of moisture made zim shudder with humiliation, and the need to just give in and let the rest of it out too. Another panicked blast of pee hissed forth and began to glide warmly down zir thighs. “Okay, okay…” Logan said calmly. “You’ve gotta pee, that’s fine…” Nothing about this was fine! Ze was going to have an accident right in front of him! Ze couldn’t make it to the end of the course, ze couldn’t make it even ten more feet! Ze was going to PEE right here, right now, and ze didn’t WANT to— “It’s fine,” Logan repeated. “You have—“ He patted Sam’s pocket, feeling something inside it. “You— You have the STP, right?” Ze did, but it wasn’t going to do zim any good! Ze couldn’t make it to a toilet! “Okay, that’s good, means you can just go here, right?” What? No, it didn’t! He was right there! Ze shook zir head. “It’s just me,” Logan said. “We’ve both peed in front of each other lots of times, why are you so shy now?” Because, if he knew ze couldn’t hold it now, SOMEHOW he’d figure out that ze— “Well… Whatever, if you’re gonna be shy all of the sudden, I’ll shut my eyes. Does that make it better?” More head-shaking. He was going to find out that ze had accidents somewhat regularly now, he was going to find out that ze had a problem with zir bladder that hadn’t BEEN there before! “I’ll go with you?” Logan offered. “Honestly, watching you is making me get desperate anyways…” Another leak, another uncontainable, slow stream running down zir legs. Ze couldn’t hold it… Ze couldn’t… “F—Fine…” Sam said, fumbling to the edge of the platform, even those few steps were enough to make zim dribble more furiously. Ze pulled down the zip on zir shorts and pulled the funnel from zir pocket. It was contained inside of a small, cylindrical case and ze popped it open to free it before tucking it into place to catch the uncontainable spurts bursting out of zim at regular intervals. Once ze felt the device underneath zimself, ze moaned and unclenched the rest of the way, liquid flowing down it and out the tip to gush strongly to the ground below. The stone in zir abdomen started to shrink and abate until zir stomach finally started to look flat again. Logan unzipped his own pants and aimed, needing a second to actually start going since he wasn’t used to peeing while standing so high up in the air. “Phew…” he sighed once his stream began. He finished up first, even though he’d started second. Poor Sam, still pissing a flood… Why hadn’t ze SAID anything?! Logan had offered zim a stop on their way here, and ze could have mentioned at any point ‘By the way, I’m going to wet myself soon.’ It wasn’t like zim to stay quiet. In the past, Logan could remember Sam being pretty vocal when ze needed to go, complaining about it for ages until ze was able to get relief. Suffering in silence wasn’t like zim at all… When Sam was finally empty, ze turned the funnel upside down and shook it out before putting it back into the case and returning that to zir pocket. Ze moaned again, shoulders sagging. “That better?” Logan asked. Sam didn’t respond. That wasn’t normal, either… “Sam… Is there something bugging you?” 

No answer. “Come on, I know when you’re upset…” “It’s… I—“ Sam bit zir lip. “I’ve started to— Th—The reason I don’t wanna be roommates yet is— At night I—“ “You wet the bed?” Logan guessed. Sam shook zir head, “I wish… It’s more complicated than that… It’s… I know that they’re called ‘night terrors’, and I— Sometimes when I wake up like that, I— I… ‘go’. And, since I’m AWAKE when it happens, it’s…” Logan looked away. Sam had gone through something traumatic, he knew that. He understood that. And, he didn’t like to think that the experience had changed his friend at all, even in tiny ways. He knew Sam didn’t want him to think that, either. Sam hated it when other people walked on eggshells around zim, he wasn’t going to do the same thing… But, this was a delicate thing, it was obviously upsetting zim… How to address it without it feeling like coddling to zim? Well, Logan couldn’t change Sam’s situation. It was what it was… 

Maybe that was how ZE needed to think about it, too. “I… Maybe you shouldn’t think about it that much,” he said. “What?! But—“ “I dunno,” Logan admitted. “Just… I mean, try not to worry about it a whole lot— At least the, um, the ‘peeing’ part… If it happens, it happens…” 

“But, this is why we can’t be roommates,” Sam pointed out. “Because, like, once a month at least, I’m going to wake up yelling, and I might— I might—“ “And, if it happens, we’ll deal with it then,” Logan said. “But, try to relax about it. I know that’s hard, but… It’s— It’s just an accident, right?” “I guess…” Sam said. “I mean, come on, I peed the bed until we were juniors in high school, and I got through it.”
  12. Written for the Omovember prompt "Adding Omo To A Canon Scene". *** A few months ago, when he’d been brought back to life while Kakarot was fighting Buu, Vegeta was given an awful surprise. The first time he’d been resurrected, after his death at the hands of Frieza, when he came back he’d needed to relieve himself quite a bit. It was the same way he felt when he woke up after a long sleep— His bladder was too full to ignore but he wasn’t painfully desperate. He was able to wait until he found somewhere he could go without TOO much trouble. He hadn’t been dead for very long that time. Not even an entire day. With Buu, he’d stayed dead for almost two days. The length of time he’d spent in the afterlife was the only difference between his two experiences with resurrection. It was the only explanation for why, the second time around, the moment his halo vanished and he was back among the living, he suddenly felt like he was trying to hold back a tidal wave. He was caught so off guard by the sudden need that he was unable to stop his legs from crossing or his hands from flying to his crotch. Kakarot turned, focused first on the space above Vegeta’s head. “Hey!” He said. “Your halo disappeared too! You’re back to li—“ He paused, and Vegeta took that painful moment to try and straighten himself out again. “O—Oh… Uh, King Kai told me about this… When you come back to life, everything in your body moves in fast-forward to make up for the lost time. So, that’s probably why you’re so hungry now.” Kakarot just thought he was hungry?! How many people GRABBED themselves because they wanted food? Whatever. He was grateful for Kakarot’s idiocy. “Y—Yes. I’m starving…” He muttered. In the back of his mind he was thinking about how long KAKAROT had stayed dead in the past. And, Kakarot’s bladder wasn’t disobedient, it didn’t lock itself down no matter what… Vegeta tried not to think about how THAT had likely ended. It was easy to do, since he was in a bit of a panic now. He’d had a plan to defeat Buu, one that involved him fighting with the monster to distract him while Kakarot prepared the spirit bomb. Of course, when he’d THOUGHT of that plan, his bladder hadn’t factored into it. He hadn’t thought he’d be coming back to life, and he hadn’t thought that resurrecting would make him desire to void so strongly. Now, if he went through with this idea, he would have to fight this creature when there was no chance that he could perform at his best. It wasn’t even that he’d be too focused on holding it in to fight, he knew that his bladder’s contents would surge up, not down. A… ‘humiliation’ seemed impossible. The issue was just the pain itself. It wasn’t easy to move when the center of his body was being tormented from within. It wasn’t easy to focus. It wasn’t easy to use any of his attacks. His bladder was an enormous block separating him from his power. The spirit bomb was the ONLY way to defeat Buu, though. And, no way would Kakarot be able to charge it up unless Buu was busy with something else. For now, Buu was occupied with fighting his other self, but how long would that last? Trying his best to stand up straight when the boulder of his bladder was weighing him down, Vegeta explained the plan to Kakarot. “And i—if I need to, I’ll fight Buu to distract him…” Kakarot, the moron, hesitated. “You’re… Now? But… Uh— I just don’t think it would work. Taking a little energy from everyone on the planet won’t be enough.” Vegeta turned away. Kakarot looked concerned, and Vegeta couldn’t handle seeing an expression like that when he needed to… “Let the Earthlings save themselves for once. You’re going to take MORE than a little. You’re going to take as much energy as you can.” Vegeta needed a way to speak to the people of Earth, which was provided by King Kai. He needed to convince them to lift up their hands so that Kakarot could absorb their energy. Vegeta had NEVER been very good at ‘asking’ people for things. If he wanted something, he’d demand that it be given to him. He was positive he’d only said the word ‘please’ a few times before in his life. Add onto that the needling, sick pressure of his bladder begging him to get this finished as fast as possible… “JUST DO IT, RAISE YOUR HANDS UP NOW!” Even as he tried to explain that giving up their energy would save their planet, Vegeta could just SENSE that they were all terrified of him and didn’t believe a word he said. This was confirmed when the ball of energy Kakarot held above his head stayed small. Only their friends on Earth had listened. A thrashing spasm launched itself against the sides of Vegeta’s bladder and he struggled to quell it by just rubbing his legs together. Furious, he started to shout at the Earthlings again. “D—Do you want Buu to kill all of you again?! G—Give up your energy and this will all be finished!” Before he could stop himself, a word slipped from his mouth in a tone so pitiful he couldn’t believe it had come out of him. “Please…” Thanks to King Kai, Vegeta could hear the worried, scared murmurs of everyone back on Earth. All of them were saying that this request couldn’t be trusted. Vegeta twitched. The evil Buu was still locked in a fight against the good Buu. There were very few beings even ON this planet, there were trees, and bushes, and oh how he needed to go… He was seriously starting to consider TRYING to get at least a little of his ocean out, just enough that it wouldn’t hurt so much… Everybody on this planet was gathered in one little spot, if he could make himself fly, he’d have privacy soon— The Earthlings could hear everything he SAID… If he urinated, they’d be able to hear THAT, too. If he peed, he’d broadcast it to an entire planet. That moron Hercule had been muttering to himself about this whole Buu situation being a dream, and now Vegeta was wondering if he was actually right. He was in a situation where he was bursting and the only way he could relieve himself would result in the whole world hearing him do it. It was exactly like one of his nightmares. He could tell King Kai to break the psychic link or… Whatever he was using to establish communication with Earth. He could tell him to pause that for a moment because he needed privacy. King Kai would then demand what the Hell Vegeta could need so much privacy for at a time like this. And… And he’d be right. The whole Earth was on the line— Vegeta’s family was in danger— And he was coming apart because his stupid bladder hurt. That was DISGRACEFUL. Urinating didn’t matter. What mattered was that he’d already had ONE planet and family taken from him, he wouldn’t allow that to happen a second time. It wasn’t TIME to void. If he were like Kakarot and could do it right in the open where he stood, THEN maybe he could try to fit a piss-break into this. But, since he wasn’t like Kakarot? Since he was the way HE was, and voiding had to be this long, arduous process? He couldn’t relieve himself now, and he needed to just ACCEPT that and focus on what he NEEDED to do. ‘I don’t need to urinate,’ Vegeta thought, ignoring the sharp, bubbling aches beginning to creep up his back. ‘I don’t need to. I only want to.’ These were the things he’d told himself back when he’d been ‘training’ his bladder, back when he’d believed his aversion to public pissing was just a product of his own strength, and not a curse of his weakness. ‘I don’t need to go. I don’t. I never need to go.’ He was so full… His legs kept rubbing together, thighs clenching, feet bouncing. ‘Kakarot’s focused on the spirit bomb, he won’t notice anything… And Hercule’s a moron, it doesn’t matter what he thinks. You don’t have to go, you don’t have to…’ His urethra burned and stung, and he felt like his most sensitive parts were being cut into. Heat broiled within him, he could almost feel it in his bones. There was no room left in him for all this liquid. ‘Make room…’ He ordered his bladder. ‘I don’t need to go.’ As Vegeta tried to convince himself that his bladder was HIS prisoner and not the other way around, Hercule— for reasons that are beyond mere mortals— decided to throw a rock at the evil Buu. It struck the creature on the shoulder, made him stop fighting his good counterpart, and turn. Vegeta’s bladder had just gained an ally in its fight against him. Vegeta had fought two-against-one before, but this time one of his opponents was going to be INSIDE of him, impossible to dodge… “H—He’s seen us…” Vegeta winced out, making a mental list of all the things he was going to do to Hercule to TORTURE him for this. At the very top, he planned to make Hercule hold his bladder for three full days. If he pissed himself, the timer would reset. Two bottles of water every hour. Thus ensuring that he spent the remainder of his life enduring just a small fraction of the HELL Vegeta was about to go through. He forced himself into a fighting stance, his thighs screaming and bladder pounding. His back was starting to sting, he knew what was coming… “Kakarot! I’ll buy some time! You persuade the human idiots!” “B—Buy time?” Kakarot repeated. “But, you’re still weak from before… And—“ Vegeta didn’t allow Kakarot to continue, he forced himself into the air, bladder twisting up within him like a cheap balloon animal. He didn’t feel like the liquid was sloshing, there wasn’t enough space for it to move anymore. It was a solid rock of unbridled need and agony, and he just KNEW it was going to get hit at some point. His torso was such an easy spot to LAND a blow. Any slam to his stomach, to his sides… He didn’t WANT to know how that would make him feel, but he KNEW he was going to find out. Sure enough, the second he’d reached the evil Buu, the creature slammed a fist into Vegeta’s lower abdomen— As if Buu somehow just KNEW that that was his weakest spot at the moment. The pain that ensued was at a level Vegeta hadn’t known existed. It was far, FAR worse than what he’d suffered the day Kakarot had ACCIDENTALLY kicked his bladder. This time, the assault was deliberate, full-force, and coming from something that packed an even greater punch than Kakarot. The volcanic eruption of acidic warmth flashed up his back instantaneously. No warning, no build-up, just all at once. The stone of his bladder seemed to harden, becoming more heavy, more insurmountable. His urethra burned as hot as the surface of the sun… “Guh…” Vegeta felt like he was either going to vomit or pass out. But, he didn’t feel at all like he was going to… start peeing. He didn’t feel ANY of the fluid within him trying to move down. He couldn’t believe it, but it was DESPAIR he felt when he realized that, not relief. If that blow had jarred his bladder into emptying, he’d at least get to fight at full-strength afterwards. He wasn’t even sure if Buu peed, if he’d know why Vegeta was suddenly… leaking water… And— If he pissed himself while battered and hurt, after being slammed really hard in the bladder, it would be… Understandable. He thought he’d be able to FORGIVE himself for it, given the circumstances. But he couldn’t even be granted the humiliation of an accident to free him from this torture. He couldn’t even have THAT. Not one drop was escaping him, all of it locked inside his body and searching for an exit that didn’t seem to EXIST. Buu gripped his hair and tugged him down, and Vegeta actually… TRIED. He TRIED to… To let go as he was. This was the only situation where he thought he could mentally HANDLE voiding on himself. He was going to piss himself so that he could fight better— That— That was— ANY Saiyan warrior would do the same! If something was affecting the ability to battle, and it could be removed, then of course it would be done away with! But, as Buu kept wailing on him, battering him and bludgeoning his bladder so many times that Vegeta’s eyesight blurred, snapped and his vision became little more than a stark white flash of nothingness, he just could NOT go… He couldn’t soak himself in front of a creature that was overpowering him so thoroughly. He couldn’t handle going back to Kakarot, back to everyone, with his clothes wet. He couldn’t tell if the Earthlings were still able to listen to everything going on here. Even as his thoughts became more fragmented, the pain so overwhelming that it became the only thing to exist for him— that concepts like ‘shame’ and ‘embarrassment’ proved so abstract that they were beyond his comprehension— his body would not award him with the bliss of it finally breaking completely. Eventually, Buu slammed him to the ground and he landed on his front, the impact reverberating through his bladder, up his back, down his length. This, he thought, must have been his punishment. This was what the universe had decided to penalize him with for all the horrid things he’d done in Frieza’s army. He’d committed so many heinous actions, and now the consequence was a pain so unfathomably awful that it made him MISS being dead. “RUN, VEGETA!” He heard Kakarot yell suddenly. “HERE IT COMES!” Vegeta could still barely see a thing, he knew Kakarot probably had the spirit bomb ready. He knew he had to get up, he had to avoid being hit. But he couldn’t move. The furious throbbing in his core was so intense that it seemed to have shut down all of his other body parts. He couldn’t even make his fingers twitch. This was his punishment, to be broken, torn apart, reduced to such a weak, pathetic state that he couldn’t even wriggle his pinky— And more at the hands of his own useless body than his actual opponent. Buu had defeated him, but he had had a TON of help. Vegeta’s bladder was the real victor of this battle, without it, it may have taken Buu much longer to force him down to this level. Kakarot was still shouting at him to move. “I don’t wanna hurt you!” Vegeta tried again to raise himself up. As he did, acid scorched up his back, and bile in his throat. He hacked, “Just do it, stupid!” For the next few seconds, Vegeta wasn’t sure what was happening. He expected to be hit with a blast containing the energy of everyone on Earth, but instead he felt himself being lifted up and carried off. The jostling made his bladder sear more, but he was already in so much pain that it hardly registered to him. He realized the person carrying him must have been Hercule… Of all the… No. No. He didn’t care anymore. He just wanted this to end. He needed this to end. He was laid back down on the ground somewhere. If he had the energy, he would have yelled at Hercule to turn him onto his back, laying on his front meant a lot of his own weight was atop his bladder. But, he could barely speak, and he doubted the change in position would make much difference. His need was so severe that the only thing that could possibly make him feel better would be to finally void. His body still wouldn’t let him do it, though. Even after he kept telling himself that, if there was ever an ‘acceptable’ moment to have an accident this was it, his bladder wouldn’t release. He was able to hear Kakarot struggling with the spirit bomb, able to hear it finally reaching its target, able to hear the defeat of the evil Buu. It all happened so fast, yet, oddly it also seemed to take ages. Time was moving very strangely, Vegeta felt like he was hallucinating, or drifting in and out of consciousness. Time continued to move as a blur, Vegeta could hear Kakarot’s footsteps, Dende arriving with the Lord of Lords. He heard Dende running over to Kakarot, and Kakarot saying “Could you heal Vegeta first? He’s pretty tired…” “Certainly,” Dende said, followed by more footsteps. Slowly, Vegeta felt his banged up body starting to pull back together again. His vision was clearing up. Aches were fading away but, unfortunately, the biggest source of pain wasn’t easing up at all. Dende could sense points of pain all throughout Vegeta’s body. As he concentrated on each one, he felt all of the injuries working themselves out. Except for one. Dende could sense a great deal of aggravated tension in Vegeta’s lower torso, yet no matter how hard Dende focused on that area, the pain continued to radiate as strong as ever. He gave up on that part for a while and worked through the injuries to Vegeta’s arms and legs. When he went back to his pelvic region, the stubborn pangs actually seemed to be worsening. He shut his eyes, trying to clear his mind completely. This had never happened before, usually he could restore anyone to full health. Why had all of Vegeta’s other injuries faded so easily? Now that his body wasn’t so battered, Vegeta started to squirm around where he was laying. He couldn’t help it, now that he COULD move, it felt… A little better to do it. The fidgeting of his thighs and twitching of his legs only took the slightest edge off of his agony, but even a tiny decrease in the pressure was heavenly at that point. His fingers started to twitch, he wanted to grip himself… He managed a few quick squeezes when he was certain Kakarot and Hercule weren’t looking. That felt better, too… Although, any time Dende moved his hands above Vegeta’s lower stomach, he felt his bladder compress and squeeze and the stinging pulses at his opening started to burn. He needed to get… Somewhere. Anywhere that he could go. Please… This needed to be over… “Aren’t you f-f-finished yet?” He demanded, shuddering as his voice lost its usual bite. “A—Almost,” Dende said, voice tinged with concern. What was going on? “There’s just… This has never happened, but I’m having trouble healing one of your injuries.” Vegeta didn’t FEEL like anything was still broken. But, maybe his bladder was hurting so badly that he couldn’t notice anything else. If he were anyone else, he might have been able to tell Dende to just take a break for now, tell him that there was another thing he REALLY wanted to do soon. “Um, there’s… a lot of tension around here…” Dende said, waving his hands over Vegeta’s lower abdomen. “I can’t get it to go away…” No… Please, no… Dende could SENSE the fullness of Vegeta’s bladder?! That was humiliating! And, since none of Dende’s actions had made the urine bloating it out go away, that meant that if he COULD ‘heal’ it, he would make Vegeta have an… An… Absolutely not! It was no longer acceptable to have an accident, Vegeta had missed that chance, and now he had to HOLD it! At least, he thought, Dende couldn’t TELL what the source of Vegeta’s pain was. Of course he couldn’t. Namekians didn’t have bladders. Namekians didn’t ever need to pee, lucky bastards… Kakarot came closer. “Dende, is he alright?“ Dende motioned to Vegeta’s abdomen. “Is he ill?” He asked. “I can’t cure disease, and I can feel this part is causing him a lot of pain, but it won’t fade.” Kakarot’s brows knitted together as he mumbled to himself “I really thought that would have…” He looked down at Vegeta. “You can stand up now, right?” “O—Of course I can!” Vegeta said, scrambling to his feet. The change in position was too abrupt for his bladder, and he doubled over on himself with a pained growl. “Oh, lay back down!” Dende said. “Let me try agai—“ Kakarot cut him off, “Hey, Vegeta, looks like Buu… Messed up one of your boots.” He gestured down. Indeed, Vegeta’s left boot was coming apart, his toes sticking out slightly. “There’s… Uh… Lots of… Really sticky honey over by those trees WAAAAY over there…” Kakarot pointed off. “I bet that would help it stay together until you get home!” He paused. “Oh, and it’s a good thing everyone on Earth can’t hear us talking anymore, I know Bulma gets a little annoyed when she has to fix your clothes.” Vegeta didn’t care about his boot being damaged now. He’d definitely want it mended later, but he couldn’t trouble himself with it yet. He also didn’t think Kakarot’s moronic suggestion of sticking it back together with honey would do any good. But, going to those trees way off in the distance, while everyone THOUGHT he was just trying to fix his shoe? That WAS a good idea. Kakarot didn’t realize how much he’d just helped Vegeta out, and like Hell would Vegeta ever tell him. Vegeta stumbled off. He tried to walk normally, and hoped any awkwardness in his steps would be chalked up to his shoe being damaged. Once his back was to everyone, he allowed his hands to move to his crotch, squeezing down tightly. The relief this granted him was amazing—Suddenly, he felt like he’d die of a ruptured bladder in ten minutes instead of in ten seconds! He made it to the trees and looked back, confirming that the others were now gone from his field of vision. Just to be safe, he took several steps further and hid behind the foliage. Finally…. He undid his pants and aimed. For the second time that day, Vegeta managed to say the word “Please”. It made him shudder with revulsion, he sounded like he was begging… Begging to pee… So shameful… Nothing happened. He wanted to scream. ‘There are… What? Maybe four people on this entire planet? And none of them are near you! None of them know that you’re… voiding. Just—‘ A sharp pinch at the base of his cock and a burning trail moving down its length made him grit his teeth and push down hard on his holding muscles, finally a halting dribble began to spatter forth. It stung, but he was so grateful to finally be getting something out that he didn’t care if it wasn’t going to feel good right away. After a few more seconds of gritting his teeth and FORCING a shuddering, burning stream from his body, he felt a slight tug inside himself and at last started to gush out the typhoon he’d been dying to let go of for so, so long. To his immense shock and embarrassment, his knees wobbled a little and made him stagger. Imagine if someone had seen that… Him going weak just because it felt so good to urinate. No one had seen, though. He was the only one that knew. The only one that knew it was possible for him to be so relieved that his knees got limp and loose… This was the most privacy he’d had in a long time. On a nearly deserted planet, far away from the only other creatures here. His shoulders started to loosen up too, his back, his arms… He realized there was basically nothing for him to be concerned about now. Buu was defeated, Vegeta was going back to his family, he was finally peeing and no one knew… He felt really weird. A good kind of weird, but still… Weird. This looseness was so foreign to him. Of course, his bladder was feeling lighter, but the rest of him was too. It felt like something had disappeared from his body, something that had been there for so long that he’d never noticed it until its absence shifted things so drastically. He didn’t know what the missing feeling was, nor what to call this new one. He liked it though, he wished he could have it more often. “Ahhh…” He breathed out, then flinched at the ridiculous sound he’d made. ‘No one’s around to hear it…’ he reminded himself, and the nerves faded. As usual, it took him close to five minutes to finish, and when he stepped away from the enormous puddle he’d made, he realized how much his bladder had caused him to hunch. He was finally able to stand up to his full height again… He returned back to the group. “Phew…” he sighed softly, some of the haze of his relief clearing as he tried to remember what everyone THOUGHT he’d been doing. “The honey didn’t glue my boot back together,” he said. He noticed Kakarot was sort of… staring at him. Looking him up and down VERY intently. Vegeta crossed his arms and turned away from him. “What are you looking at, Kakarot?” “Nothing,” he said. “You feel… All healed up now, right?” “Yes.” “Great!” Kakarot said. “Let’s go home, then!” Vegeta felt something new then, or rather, he DIDN’T feel something. Again, a sensation he’d grown much too accustomed to seemed to have vanished. The hollow feeling, the one that had clawed at him ever since the Cell Game; It wasn’t there any more, he didn’t even sense any remnants of it. He thought, maybe, that this time he hadn’t merely placed a bandage over it, something that would come off eventually and allow the ache to return. He thought that maybe the feeling was finally gone for good. He couldn’t think of a reason why, but he was glad to finally be freed from it. “Oh, right,” Vegeta said. “You’re coming back to Earth now, aren’t you? You still aren’t finished ruining my life?” “Heh, guess not,” Kakarot said. Vegeta glanced around. The others were all busy fussing over the remaining version of Buu. “Kakarot?” “Yeah?” Moving extremely quickly, Vegeta— Well, he definitely didn’t HUG Kakarot! He just… Got closer to him and SORT OF put his arms around him for a second!— No, just half a second!— Hell, BARELY even THAT long! More like one tenth of half of a second! And then, just as quickly, he moved away, putting a decent amount of distance between them again. He turned back to Kakarot and glared; “That DIDN’T happen, Kakarot!” “Okay,” Kakarot said. “I mean it,” Vegeta said. “If ANYONE hears about this, you WON’T be coming back to life ever again!” “… I missed you too, Vegeta.” “And what’s THAT supposed to mean?! I didn’t miss you one bit, you imbecile!”
  13. Written for the Omovember prompt "Kink Awakening". Hope this still fits the prop, since the kink River discovers here is non-sexual. *** River felt like he was about to pee out an entire lake. He’d felt like he was about to pee out an entire lake for over an hour now. He didn’t think his bladder had even the tiniest smidge of room left inside of it, if his kidneys pumped out just one more drop to join the gallons already imprisoned inside of him, he was probably going to explode. Hugo had taken him and Duncan to a park. The trip had been nice, but not a huge change of scenery since they already lived in a forest. River had needed to pee a little bit when they’d arrived and now, after a big bottle of water to keep himself hydrated, he was DESPERATE. This shouldn’t have been such a big issue, however. River was, after all, currently standing in front of a toilet. His zipper was down, his cock was held in his trembling hands and aimed directly at the bowl. He was in the perfect position to escape the prison of boiling hot desperation that his body had turned itself into, but his sphincters were refusing to cooperate with him. He had been standing there for ages now, and the ocean inside of him was remaining right where it was. “Come on… Come on…” River urged himself, begging his body to cede way to the tides battering against his opening. “I wanna fucking piss already…” It was unbearable! He would feel himself almost releasing, muscles beginning to loosen and something inside of him starting to shift, only for everything to tighten back down again when an unfamiliar noise, or flickering in the lights, would startle him. Each time his bladder clamped up again, he would be hit with a furious burning sensation as pressure ignited right in his tip. It happened again, River felt himself right on the cusp of peeing, but then the lights above him buzzed and switched off for a split second, and everything went tense yet again. “Dammit…” he growled. Frustrated, he tried to push again, but then he heard hurried knocking on the bathroom door. And that made River tenser than ever. Who was out there?! What did they want with him?! Where had they— “Are you almost finished?!” It was a woman’s voice. “Please? I really, really need to go!” River relaxed a little bit. The voice did not sound malicious, and someone knocking on the door to a restroom because they were desperate to pee was far more common than someone doing it because they wanted to harm the person inside. Still, River was uneasy. “Um… I need a few more minutes,” he said. “Go somewhere else!” Although, now he was rapidly giving up hope of getting any relief here, no matter how long he stayed. ‘Fuck, I haven’t pissed at all yet…’ The woman on the other side of the door said nothing, but now River could hear her shifting around. He tried to tell himself that this was a GOOD thing. Sure, this woman was a stranger, but now that someone was at least beside the door, maybe he’ll be able to feel safe enough to get his bladder emptied. He tried to concentrate, tried to let it out… “The other bathrooms are taken or out of order!” The woman said, and she sounded panicked now. “Please?!” River COULDN’T concentrate. As badly as he needed to go, he couldn’t do it if someone was yelling at him to hurry. Annoyed, he shoved his cock back into his pants and zipped up. His bladder convulsed when he turned away from the toilet he so desperately needed to use then, as if it just WANTED to make him angry, a warm squirt hissed into his boxers. He grabbed himself to staunch the flow and choked out a curse between his clenched teeth. River didn’t bother with flushing the toilet, since he hadn’t managed to let go of a single drop into it, and he skipped washing his hands as well, just yanked open the door as the woman continued to plead with him “Come on, hurry! I’m about to—“ Next thing River knew, he was being shoved off to the side as the woman ran into the restroom. The door was slammed shut, and as River tried to regain his footing without accidentally spilling any more of his bladder’s contents, he was tortured further by the sound of her stream splattering into the bowl— Complete with a very satisfied moan. River seethed with jealousy, she made it sound so God damn easy! River squirmed for a few moments longer. He continued to face the building that housed the park’s four single-occupancy bathrooms so that he could shield the hands shoved against his crotch from other people’s view. Once he was able to let go of himself, River walked back over to the picnic tables where Duncan and Hugo were both waiting for him. River sat down, his knees jamming together and beginning to fidget almost immediately. He gripped the edge of the table in his sweaty hands. He had to fucking PISS… “River…” Hugo said. “Any luck?” It was a pointless thing to ask, the pinched expression on River’s face and tension in his shoulders made it obvious enough that he was still carrying a very full bladder. He shook his head anyway. “Couldn’t… Couldn’t get anything out,” he said. His voice shook, but there was venom in it. He was frustrated and disappointed in himself. “I never had trouble taking a piss before!” Duncan put a hand on River’s arm. He rubbed it gently. He was trying to soothe him, but River was past the point where he COULD be soothed. This whole thing was just aggravating! Before The Organization, if he needed to pee, he’d just PEE— As soon as he found somewhere that was at least MILDLY acceptable, he’d be nice and empty! But, oh no, not now! Not anymore! NOW if he needed to pee, he needed to have someone there to WATCH him the whole time. He couldn’t let himself be defenseless for the couple minutes it would take to relieve his bladder, unless someone else was there to protect him. It was ridiculous! He was supposed to handle things by himself— Especially EASY things like pissing! He’d always taken care of himself before! “Duncan can go in with you,” Hugo said. “You can try again.” River shook his head. Not only should he not NEED help like that, it wouldn’t work here anyway. The bathrooms were single-use, if he and Duncan went in together, it would look wrong. River had slept in parks back when he had been homeless, and he’d seen two men get jumped for going into a bathroom together during the night. The guys who’d assaulted them had called them horrible names, and River had wanted to step in, but one of the things he’d learned was to always stay away from altercations like that if he could help it. He’d gotten his ass kicked enough times without taking extra risks. “It will be alright,” Hugo said. “If anyone even notices, they’ll just think you both need to go really badly. And, no one would attack you in broad daylight when there are people everywhere.” River shook his head again. He thought that, even if Duncan DID come with him, his worries and his fear for his safety would remain too high for him to actually pee. “I probably still wouldn’t be able to go,” he admitted, ashamed. “I think I just have to get home. I’m sorry.” “It’s alright,” Hugo said. “You don’t have to apologize. We’ve been here a long time already. Duncan, you don’t mind, do you?” Duncan shook his head. “See?” Hugo said. “No big deal.” River rose uneasily to his feet, the motion giving his swollen bladder a trembling ache. As they headed for the parking lot, River couldn’t stop himself from looking back towards the restrooms he had failed to use. Now, each of them had a line and, when he saw people exiting from the doors, he cringed and tried not to remember how easy and simple peeing used to be for him. When he’d been homeless, before he’d had his surgery, having to expose everything and crouch down outside had been nerve-wracking, sure. He’d felt scared, he’d felt vulnerable, he’d felt like someone might have been watching him. But, in those days, none of those awful feelings had ever outweighed his need for relief. If he had to go, he had to go, and his bladder would unleash its spray when he told it to. After Hugo took him in, and especially after his surgery, River never had ANYTHING to worry about when he had to pee. He could do it inside pretty much every time, without even worrying about it spraying in the wrong direction. If there was an emergency where he had to pee outdoors, it was much easier. He hadn’t thought peeing would ever be an issue for him again. But, now it was. Now it was a bigger issue than it had EVER been. His bladder didn’t listen to him as readily as it once had, it would keep restraining itself even after he BEGGED it to let go! He sat in the backseat of the car beside Duncan and he rubbed his legs against one another. He felt so stupid! He’d been at a toilet just a few minutes ago! He couldn’t get past that! He should be empty! This wasn’t fair! “River…” Duncan said softly, and that brought River a bit of relief. Duncan had been pretty much silent the whole time they’d been at the park, and now his voice was returning a bit faster than it usually did. “River okay?” River nodded, “I can feel the piss all the way up to my God damned rib-cage,” he said. “But, we aren’t that far from home, so I’ll be fine.” He was saying this more to himself than to Duncan. The certainty that he would be home VERY soon was the only thing keeping him from completely panicking as his bladder strained tyrannically against him. Duncan took River’s hand and squeezed it. River squeezed back, much more forcefully. “Oof…” Duncan said. “Tight grip…” “Sorry…” River said. “Kinda tense.” “It’s okay.” Hugo started to drive back towards the cabin, and River’s middle gave several sharp, pounding throbs each time the car hit a bump. He gritted his teeth against a moan, his free hand moving to unbutton his pants. His knuckles accidentally grazed against his bladder as he did so. Not only did this result in an absolutely brutal surge of need, but he was stunned by how solid his lower stomach felt. He was used to his body being kind of squishy there, but now it felt like he was made of stone. The button released, and his clothing no longer quite so tight around his waist, he felt a little better. Not a WHOLE lot, but enough that he was able to breathe a little easier again. That only lasted for a few seconds before the car went over another bump. River’s bladder was shaken up like a soda can, and he wasn’t able to grab himself before the tab came loose. A burst of liquid shot out of him, so forceful that he could hear it hiss as it soaked into the fabric of his boxers. “Mmmf!” River whimpered. He released Duncan’s hand so that he could shove both of his own in between his legs. He gave himself a tight, unforgiving squeeze, and he didn’t let up for several seconds, not until he was sure that the leak had been staunched. He loosened his grip once he thought it was safe to do so, but this prompted a slow, steady dribble, so he clamped his hands back down again. His legs shifted back and forth aggressively and crossed tighter and tighter, rubbing in intense discomfort. “Nnnnhhh!” Duncan went back to rubbing River’s arm. He wanted to comfort him somehow, the more distressed and frantic River looked, the more concerned Duncan felt. River was squirming more vigorously by the second, bouncing up and down in his seat. “Do you think if Hugo pulls over somewhere, you’ll be able to go?” River considered that. In the past, BEFORE The Organization, River had told Hugo to pull over tons of times when they’d been delivering furniture to people. Hugo had always said yes and stopped at the first place he could find. If he was unable to locate an actual bathroom quickly enough, and River was desperate, then he’d just find a decently sized patch of foliage and let River pee there. It had always been so easy! The only challenge had been in keeping his bladder shut until Hugo found a decent spot for River to release. Now, the hardest part was going to be MAKING himself release. If Hugo pulled over, and it turned out River COULDN’T go, then it would just take even longer to get home— River would just have to ignore the throbbing pangs bloating out his core for a few extra minutes. River shook his head, “I just wanna go home, Duncan,” he said. “Okay,” Duncan said. He looked out the window. “It shouldn’t be too much longer.” River hoped not. The remainder of the car ride was agony. The pain in River’s bladder felt as though it might rupture straight through his skin. The walls of the overburdened organ were squeezing, twisting, trying to pump out every last bit of liquid even though there was nowhere for it to go. He was leaking steadily by the time they arrived at home, in spite of how tightly he was clutching onto the fluid’s exit-pathway in an effort to impede its journey out of him. His crotch felt sodden and heavy, and he knew he’d already let out far more than he would be able to hide. His pants were black, but they were likely now shimmering with wetness, though he was unable to move his hands out of the way to properly check and assess the damage. When Hugo parked the car, River yanked off his seat-belt, which had been gouging into his bladder for far too long. He intended to launch himself from the car and run to the bathroom— Or just gush furiously all over one of the trees if Hugo took too long to unlock the front door. But, he could do neither of those things, because he couldn’t manage to get to his feet. When he tried to raise himself up off his seat, he started to leak even more copiously than he’d been doing before. “Ah—!” He choked out. “Fuck! I need to—“ Duncan got out of the car and came around to River’s side, he gently helped him up. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” River leaned against Duncan as they went up to the front door of the cabin. River tried his best to ignore the nagging voice that was telling him he should not need help like this, that he should be able to take care of himself like he had done for the majority of his life. The voice was really loud though, and it was scolding him. It was shouting at him almost as much as his bladder was. “Hang on,” Duncan said. “Not much further.” Hugo had already gotten the door open, and Duncan helped River inside. River clung to him with one hand, the other kneading against his crotch for dear life. ‘You shouldn’t need help, you shouldn’t need people to take care of you,’ River kept telling himself. But, beneath the shame and disappointment, there was something else, something he dared not name, and something he couldn’t acknowledge when his body was so full of urine that he felt like he had to piss like five race-horses in a tsunami. River’s bladder kept spurting the closer they got to the restroom. He could hear the leaks hissing forth, wetting his clothes and seeping deeply into the material. He could feel streams moving down his legs, warm and thick. They turned the last corner into the bathroom, and the instant River saw the toilet, he was peeing. He just couldn’t stop it. A torrent gushed from his bladder, spraying out of him as though from a hole poked in a squished water balloon. He squirmed like mad, still trying to cut off the flow, clutching himself and hopping up and down, doing every last pee-dance move he could think of. But, none of it made a difference. He was GOING. It gushed through his pants, trickling in long, steady streams as it splashed to the floor, creating a puddle. He squeezed himself fruitlessly one last time before just moaning and giving up. His already intense stream pounded out even more frantically as he ceased all efforts to hold it back. He pissed like crazy, every drop of liquid that his body had been containing was being shoved out all at once. The feeling was something even better than relief. Ohhh, he’d had to GO… The firm, swollen mass of his bladder was slowly shrinking down to its proper size, the agonizing pain of his immense desperation was being replaced with a tingling hum of emptiness. He managed to enjoy the sensation of letting go for a few more seconds, before the reality seeped into him further. He was having an accident right in front of a god damned toilet. He was having an accident in front of Duncan. He was having an accident because he hadn’t been able to make himself use the bathroom earlier like a normal person. He was having an accident because The Organization had made him so terrified of everything that his bladder wouldn’t listen to him properly anymore. This was NOT the first time River had wet himself. Far from it. He’d peed himself a lot growing up because his bladder was so small. He’d peed himself when he’d been homeless, usually because he couldn’t find anywhere to go, or he’d lost bladder control during a fight. He’d peed himself while imprisoned by The Organization due to fear. This wasn’t even the first time he’d peed himself in front of Duncan, if bed-wetting was counted. But, this WAS the first time Duncan had had a front-row seat to him completely drenching his pants while fully awake. THAT had never happened before, and it was mortifying. Why hadn’t he just MADE himself go earlier? Why wouldn’t his body listen to him anymore?! This wasn’t fair, this wasn’t— It was so— River’s eyes were burning. He was CRYING. He was fucking CRYING as he totally pissed his pants in front of his boyfriend. River did NOT cry, he wasn’t SUPPOSED to cry! It was weak, and River COULDN’T be weak! Weakness made it easier for others to hurt him, weakness meant he couldn’t take care of himself, weakness was— “River, River…” Duncan said, pulling River closer to him as the final few spurts dribbled onto the floor. River flinched, tears rolling down his face, but allowed Duncan to hug him. He didn’t understand how Duncan could stand to TOUCH him right now. Duncan rubbed his back, “It’s okay, babe…” he said. “That was a lot…” River choked out a sob. It was NOT okay! He’d pissed himself and then immediately cried about it! That wasn’t okay at ALL! That was the least okay thing EVER! “Shhh… Shhh…” Duncan said. “It’s alright… Poor River, you must have been hurting…” ‘It hurt so bad, Duncan…’ River thought. “It’s over now, though,” Duncan said. “Everything’s okay.” Mindful of the puddle on the floor, Duncan led River over to the bath tub. “You want to get cleaned up?” River felt numb. “Okay…” “Alright,” Duncan said. And, when River made no move to do it himself, Duncan began lifting his shirt. “Is this okay?” He asked. “Can I take your clothes off?” River nodded blearily and allowed Duncan to manipulate his arms in order to pull his shirt off the rest of the way. Then, Duncan unzipped his soaked pants and pulled them down, followed by his utterly drenched boxers and damp socks. All the while, he kept telling River that everything was going to be just fine. River stepped out of his clothes. He felt like he was in a dream, not fully conscious or aware. He shouldn’t need help with this, he should have to clean up his own mess because he had been the one to make it. He shouldn’t be getting pitied for doing something like this, Duncan should be scolding him. But, it felt… It felt okay… Duncan switched on the bath tub and waited for the water to warm up, then told River to go ahead and sit down in it. He saw a lone tear run down River’s cheek, and kissed him there. “It’s okay,” he repeated. “Just relax, let the water calm you down. You’re shaking.” River realized he WAS shaking and tried to stop. He found it strangely easy to do when Duncan poured some body wash onto his back and started to rub it in. “That feels better, doesn’t it?” Duncan asked. “Just wait there while I clean off the floor.” Duncan got some cleaning materials from under the sink and set to work on the floor. River had SERIOUSLY needed to go, and the puddle was large, but Duncan got it wiped away quickly enough. Before long, it looked like nothing had even happened. Duncan went back to the tub and soaped up River’s arms, legs and feet. River let him do it without protest. He had stopped crying, and was beginning to look more relaxed. River didn’t know what was happening to him. All of the sudden he just felt so good… He felt… He felt this weird, new thing. Or, maybe he was feeling an ABSENCE of something. Yeah, that was it. Usually, he had this thick, heavy pressure in his chest and running up the back of his neck, but that feeling was gone now. In its place was this light, feathery sensation that was far more pleasurable. ‘Don’t worry, Duncan will take care of you…’ He thought. And, he wasn’t even disgusted with that notion, nor with how content it made him feel. Duncan was looking after him, and it felt good. “Thank you, Duncan,” River said, hoping Duncan understood just how much he was thanking him for.
  14. Written for the Omovember prompt "Secretly Peeing" This one is based off a story I heard on a podcast that has lived rent-free in my head for, like, the past twelve years. *** Dwight adjusted his sitting position for what must have been the five hundredth time in the last two minutes. He didn’t even know why he was bothering to move around so much, no matter which way he turned or how thoroughly he knotted himself up, it did nothing to change how he felt. All it did was irritate Bryce whom was sitting to his left, and worry Kenneth whom was to his right. He just couldn’t STOP moving around, though. Every nerve-ending he had was screaming, chanting in unison and ordering him to squirm in the vain hope that he may find some way to alleviate the immense discomfort he was experiencing. He was supposed to be paying attention to The Leader. But, he wasn’t. He couldn’t. Instead, his gaze remained fixed to the door underneath the stage; The door that led to the only bathroom at the colosseum which the guards were allowed to use. Dwight wished he could go wait BESIDE the door, so that he could go in immediately the next time it opened back up, but that wasn’t allowed. It was very important that the guards appeared tough, impenetrable and stoic. That was why the other bathrooms at the colosseum, the ones meant for civilians, were off-limits for the guards. And, that was why the guards weren’t allowed to form a line for the one restroom they were ALLOWED to use. Standing next to the bathroom door, squirming, fidgeting, and displaying an urgent need to urinate would NOT make a guard appear tough. But, Dwight had an urgent need to urinate. It was BEYOND urgent. If he relaxed anything for even half a second, he knew he was going to pee. It felt like liquid was already pumping down his shaft, and the only reason it wasn’t spurting out yet was because of how tightly he’d pinned his tip closed between his thighs. He could NOT look away from the bathroom door, willing it to please, please open so he could go! He was already mentally preparing himself for that moment. The last ten or so times the door had opened, Dwight had been beaten to it by a different guard because he had taken too long to regain his bearings and stand up. This time, he promised himself, that he wouldn’t bother with trying to get up without disturbing his bladder. He would shoot right to his feet, and if that made him start peeing, so be it. He’d still sprint to the bathroom and manage to get MOST of it into the toilet. He’d take having a slightly damp crotch over having to endure this for much longer. The cold weather wasn’t helping much. He was wracked with shivers, and the icy metal material of his seat was freezing an area of his body that was already in a lot of agony. Beside him, Kenneth looked like he was pulsating, shivers overtaking him in spite of the thick coat he had on. His teeth were chattering so much that Dwight was able to hear it. The bathroom door opened again, and Dwight started to get up. ‘Finally,’ he thought. ‘Can’t hold it…’ Before he could get all the way out of his seat, someone a few rows ahead of him stood. ‘No… Please…’ He begged internally. He hoped the other guard was getting up for some OTHER reason. He hoped he was hungry, or thirsty, he hoped he needed ANYTHING other than the— But, of course, the other guard was heading for the restroom. From the looks of him, he needed it quite badly, too. He wasn’t bending his knees as he walked, and he moved at a brisk, hurried pace that betrayed his eagerness. Dwight tried not to feel too jealous of him. He couldn’t help it, though. Even if that other man needed to pee badly, there was no way he was as close to exploding as Dwight was. Dwight sat back down, miserable. He twisted his legs around one another and accidentally kicked Bryce yet again, earning himself a glare. “Hold still, Smith,” Bryce muttered. Dwight looked at him with wide eyes, beseeching. He had no idea what he expected Bryce to DO about his problem, but he wished he’d do SOMETHING. Bryce was his superior, so it would make HIM look bad too if Dwight were to have an accident here. “I have to—“ “I know,” Bryce hissed. “Just be patient, alright?” Dwight had already BEEN patient! He’d been patient since he’d gotten here, his bladder already aching. Now, at least an hour into the speech, he didn’t have very much patience left. He turned to Kenneth instead, hoping that his friend would have some idea of what he could do to handle his desperation. “I’m sorry,” Kenneth whispered to him. “Try to hold it, okay?” So, that was it, then. Neither of his friends had any way to get him the relief he needed. And, when the bathroom door finally opened once more, Dwight again saw someone get up a few rows in front of him. His turn was NEVER going to come! Hell, even if the bathroom DID suddenly become available later on, it would probably be TOO late and Dwight would already be sitting in soaked clothes. He felt completely full. He’d BEEN feeling completely full for a while. When he gingerly cupped a hand against his lower stomach as some kind of test, he roughly flung himself backwards as his need climbed to an all new level. His bladder-region was hard as stone, a bowling ball cradled uncomfortably between his hip bones. He didn’t think he would be able to contain it for that much longer. He kept his legs crossed and wriggled against his seat. The bathroom opened again, but before he could get up, someone else was already heading towards it. He thought he may as well give up any hope of ever actually using it today. He tried to just focus his mind on The Leader’s speech, but he couldn’t stop shifting around. Dwight’s thighs were cramping up from being held so tensely against the hard seat. He was sweating like mad as well. He knew his plight would be obvious to anyone who so much as glanced in his general direction, but he just didn’t care. His bladder was only getting fuller by the minute. His abdomen felt like it was made of diamond thanks to how firm it was. He let out a pained whimper as a leak rushed past his defenses. He hadn’t even felt it coming until suddenly a warm spot began to form over his crotch. He was so startled by the sudden loss of control that it took him almost ten full seconds to get it to stop completely. He’d clench and get the stream to pause, only for it to begin spurting out again immediately. He finally had no choice but to slam both his hands between his legs and squirm roughly against them. “Nnnh…” he cringed. His heart was beating wildly now, he was sure that another spillover was rapidly approaching, and God knew if he’d be able to stop again. The bathroom door opened, and Dwight launched himself right to his feet. Liquid banged against his bladder’s aching walls, sloshing in all directions. He felt an insanity-inducing level of pressure beneath his navel and he shuddered as a dribbly trickle slid down his thighs. He just had to— Had to walk. He hobbled with his hands between his legs, trying to get to the restroom before his hesitant, half-held-back flow built into a waterfall that he couldn’t stop. He just had to— Someone walked past him. This other guard, not in NEARLY as much needful agony as Dwight was, was able to take long, confident strides. He didn’t need to keep his knees and thighs as close together as possible to prevent an all-out drenching, he could walk perfectly normal. And, because of that, he could reach the bathroom WAY before Dwight. Dwight wanted to cry. That wasn’t fair at all! Surely, the man who’d just beaten him had NOTICED him! Surely he’d NOTICED that Dwight was having an emergency and couldn’t be forced to keep waiting! That guy didn’t need the toilet even CLOSE to as badly as Dwight did! Dwight’s heart thundered more. He knew he was supposed to just go back to his seat now. He was not allowed to wait next to the bathroom he was dying to enter. But, the thought of sitting back down with his bladder still trembling and ready to explode made him shudder. He thought that he’d piss his pants the instant he started to lower himself; A huge flood pouring down his legs, wetting the seat and puddling onto the ground. He clenched his eyes closed, but that only made the mental image of his upcoming disgrace all the more visible. Yes, Dwight had had accidents before and, yes, he tended to recover from the embarrassment pretty quickly. But, he had NEVER wet himself in such a public place before. The colosseum was packed, and no matter what he did, dozens of people were going to see him in his sodden clothes once the speech concluded and he tried to leave. Dwight didn’t think even HE could handle that level of humiliation. This wasn’t going to be a situation that he could brush aside and move on from, this was going to be devastating. Tons of strangers, would see him soaked. Maybe even The Leader would manage to notice it, or any of the other important figures who’d come here today. This wasn’t gonna be Dwight having an accident in front of his friends, this was gonna be Dwight having an accident in front of the whole country. He just… Couldn’t do it. He couldn’t let that happen. But, his body was going to make the decision FOR him REALLY soon. That was when he saw it. Whenever The Leader spoke like this, it was only natural that his throat would begin to dry out, so he’d take sips of water while he addressed the nation. Plus, he’d be walking all over the stage, making dramatic hand-gestures. Sometimes, if he’d finished a bottle of water before making an important point, he’d toss the empty bottle off to the side for emphasis. He’d done that today. There was an empty bottle just laying on the ground a few feet away from Dwight was squirming. As if on auto-pilot, Dwight rushed forwards and grabbed the bottle. It was agony to bend down to pick it up, his bladder threatening to explode right then and there as it was crushed within him. Another few spurts seeped into his boxers out of protest, but he staunched them as he stood back up again, the bottle held firmly in his hand. Relief was suddenly in his grasp. He scurried with his free-hand between his legs, quivering all over as he half-ran back to his seat. People were definitely looking at his blatant display of desperation, but that was fine. Public pee-dancing was still a huge step-up from public pants-wetting. He collapsed back in his seat and tore the cap off the bottle. It was the mortified look on Bryce’s face that made Dwight pause. Right… Uh… How exactly was he going to DO this, anyway? He might not have been as shy as Kenneth, but he still didn’t want to just whip his cock out in a colosseum full of people. What if someone important noticed? He wasn’t SUPER close to the stage anymore, but what if The Leader spotted him anyway? “What the Hell are you doing?!” Bryce whispered sharply. “N—Nothing,” Dwight insisted. “I sure HOPE it’s nothing!” Dwight nodded, sweat rolling down the back of his neck. “I swear!” Bryce sighed. Dwight needed to think of a way to do this discreetly… He squirmed for a few more seconds, trying to come up with an answer. He was getting more frustrated now. He finally had a way to piss, but he didn’t know how to utilize it! Finally, he thought of it. Instead of taking his dick out and positioning it at the opening of the bottle, like he USUALLY would if he was turning a bottle into an emergency toilet, he’d just… Stick the bottle down his pants, wriggle it into the right spot, and let go. Yeah. That was a great idea! He felt proud of himself for coming up with it. Once this was all over, he’d tell Bryce about it, and Bryce would know NEVER to call him an idiot again! He WOULD need to unzip to get that done, though. He’d just do it nice and slow so no one heard. He glanced from side to side. Bryce was paying attention The Leader again. Kenneth was gazing down at his hands, frantically rubbing them together and blowing on them, he was so focused on desperately trying to warm himself up that he wouldn’t notice anything Dwight did. Dwight slowly and carefully unbuttoned his pants, then moved the zipper down. As quickly as he could, he pulled out his waistband and shoved the bottle down towards his inner thighs. For a second, its firm material brushed against his swollen bladder and he bit back a moan. He kept fiddling with it until he felt the opening make contact with his tip, then wriggled a little more until he was as sure as he could possibly be that his trembling pee-hole was at the right angle. Then, he zipped back up. He glanced around furtively. No one was looking at him, no one seemed to have noticed what he’d just done. He lost a bit of tension. He was good to go now. Now, all Dwight had to do was release his bladder, which was easier said than done. He was not under the illusion that this wasn’t risky. He might have mis-judged the angle, or the bottle might turn out to be too small and he’d be forced to stop before he was done. His stream might make a lot of noise and draw attention, even if no one was able to ascertain where the sound was coming from. Now that he was ready to pee, he knew his stream was going to be a gushing faucet, or nothing at all, there would be no in-between. The titanic weight right against his fluttering urethra made that fact abundantly clear. After a few seconds, his bladder erupted. His pulse raced and the sweat pouring down him felt just as icy-cold as the frigid air all around him. He fought not to shiver for fear of knocking something out of place, and calmed down when the only warmth he felt was from the bottle pressed up against him, which was now getting filled with his long-held pee. He felt no new dampness anywhere. This was working. This was working. He fought not to sigh as the pressure dissipated, his waters running smoothly into the bottle. His bladder still needed more and kept pumping liquid out. His middle felt fluttery and loose, and he couldn’t stop his jaw from going slack, but managed to keep himself from making any noise. His pee WAS making a sound, though. A tinny hissing noise. Bryce jerked his head to the side and stared at Dwight, eyes moving quickly to his crotch. He wrinkled his brow at the weirdly shaped bulge in his pants, but didn’t seem to have any idea where the sound was coming from. He looked back ahead at The Leader, not saying a word as Dwight continued to pee. Kenneth looked at him too, but his eyes were wide and pleading. For a second, Dwight thought Kenneth had to pee as well, and the sudden watery noise was tormenting him. But, Kenneth had not been chewing on his knuckles or anything, just shivering and shoving his hands under his armpits in a vain attempt to get warm… Dwight realized what Kenneth wanted. He wanted Dwight to scooch a little closer to him and share some body heat. Dwight couldn’t DO that right now, though. He wasn’t moving until he was done… To his dismay, he felt liquid brushing his tip now. The bottle was full, and he was forced to clench up and bring his stream to a stop. This wasn’t AS difficult as he’d been fearing it would be. He’d gotten a LOT of his burden out. His bladder was sore, tingling and he definitely still had to go, but he no longer felt like he’d explode if he didn’t let out some pressure. He felt like he could wait until the end of the speech now. Finally, he sighed. He’d relieved himself enough that he was no longer in danger of an accident, he just had to hold the rest for a little bit longer, and everything would be— He had a bottle full of piss stuck inside his pants, the warm liquid pushed against his inner thigh. And, it didn’t have a cap on it… He glanced around, relaxing a bit when he saw the cap right beside him, in a spot where he wouldn’t have to bend over to get it and risk a spill. He slowly and quietly unzipped again, and was about to retrieve the bottle when he realized that wasn’t an option. Now that it was full of a pale, yellow liquid, if anyone saw it, they’d know what he’d done. Bryce would yell at him for sure… A little grossed out, he fumbled around until he had the cap screwed onto the bottle, and resigned himself to just leaving it there as he zipped up again. It was disgusting, sure, but… Hell, at least it was warm. If he forgot about the fact that it was PISS, it actually felt kind of nice to have something warming his more sensitive areas. THAT lasted for about five minutes. Then, the cold temperature around him made the bottle start to cool off, and it felt like he just had a regular bottle of water there. A little chilly, a little gross, but still not SO awful. A reasonable sacrifice to grant himself a less-full bladder. But then, ANOTHER five minutes passed. The temperature today was very, VERY low. Well below the level at which water— and other liquids— started to freeze. The bottle was getting REALLY cold now, the contents turning solid. He now had a bottle of piss freezing to his thigh. That… That was still okay! That was still better than pissing his pants, or continuing to try to hold it. That was still— Kenneth tapped him, gave him another pained look. Again, it took Dwight a second to remember what he wanted. He was so preoccupied with the ice-piss stuck to him that he’d forgotten about Kenneth’s discomforts. He slowly inched closer to his friend. They couldn’t hug or snuggle in the way that would REALLY warm Kenneth up, but they could press together ever so slightly, and that helped a bit. It also helped distract Dwight from his bottle-issue until the speech ended. Dwight shot to his feet as soon as he was able to leave, he rushed out of the colosseum, not daring to look at anyone, hoping that no one looked too closely around his waist. Once outside, he shimmied around, waiting for an opportunity to rid himself of the bottle. People kept streaming out, though, too many witnesses… Bryce and Kenneth caught up with him eventually. “Sorry,” Bryce said. “Paulson is so cold I think all of his blood is frozen solid, he’s moving at the speed of a snail with paralysis.” “Fr—Frozen solid?” Dwight repeated anxiously. “Not LITERALLY,” Bryce said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t freak out. He’s fine.” “N—Need t—t—to g—get b—back t—to the inn,” Kenneth managed. “I know,” Bryce sighed. “Smith, do you still need the bathroom?” Dwight DID still need to pee, he thought he could hold what was left until they got to the inn, and he wanted Kenneth to warm himself up as soon as possible. Still, if he claimed he could wait now, Bryce might get suspicious… “Yeah,” he said. “Bad. Please find me somewhere to go before I piss all over the ground.” Bryce wrinkled his brow again, “… Right,” he said. “The shops aren’t far from here. Just hold it in.” “O—Okay,” Dwight said. He didn’t have to work hard to act like he was still desperate. The bottle was making him walk funny, making him squirm. He was dying to rid himself of it. When they got to the shops, Dwight rushed inside and went straight to the restroom. He hurriedly unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He had to pry the frozen bottle away from his skin. His eyes watered a little as a few leg hairs were torn out. He glanced around the small bathroom. His bladder throbbed sharply at the sight of the toilet, but first he needed to figure out where to— He spotted the trash can and tossed the bottle into it. There. Now, just one last thing to do. He stood at the toilet and emptied out the remaining contents of his bladder. Once he was, at last, totally drained he gave the massive sigh of relief he’d held back earlier in the day. He felt so much better now that everything was finally over. He smiled to himself as he left the restroom. He’d done it! He hadn’t pissed himself, and he’d kept anyone from finding out about what he’d done. Mission accomplished! He returned to his friends. The shop had a small fireplace and Kenneth was standing beside it, his shivering having calmed down a bit. “Paulson, time to go,” Bryce said. “Smith’s back, and we need to return to the inn.” Kenneth cringed, not wanting to go back out into the cold when the shop was so warm. “Five more minutes?” He whined. “Ugh… Fine,” Bryce said. “Guess I kinda have to pee too…” Bryce headed into the restroom. He remained there for about five seconds, before he slammed the door open again. “Smith!” He yelled. “Did you piss in that God damned bottle?!” The shop owner behind the counter turned and stared at Bryce, then at Dwight and Kenneth. Dwight hung his head and looked away.
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