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What’s this? A fanfiction? I got thinking about the first Omo fic I ever wrote when I was much, much younger and had the idea of re-writing it. It’s been ages since I’ve done much fanfiction, and I tried my best to keep everyone in character (Nappa is more based on his personality in the abridged series, though.) And some liberties were taken with regards to fusion.

Anyway, for parts in Vegeta’s POV, Goku is called Kakarot, but he’s called Goku in parts from his own POV.

And if it’s not clear, the ‘feeling’ Vegeta is refusing to admit that he experiences is just anxiety.

***

Vegeta’s problem had started out simply enough; showing an indication that his body had any limits whatsoever was absolutely not an option for the prince of a warrior race. Therefore, he would not allow himself to resolve particular ‘issues’ while in the presence of another.

Specifically, Vegeta wouldn’t dare urinate where anyone would see. That was beneath him.

Sometimes it wasn’t easy for him to follow his own rule. He’d be sorely tempted to enter a public facility, or to let his bladder drain out behind a large rock if the inhabitants of the planet he was on didn’t urinate. It wasn’t easy, and there were times when he would be forced to watch as Raditz, Nappa and any number of Frieza’s other men, relieved themselves out in the open. Meanwhile, Vegeta would continue to wait, steadfast in not allowing any discomfort to show. He had to make it clear to everyone that the reason he wasn’t peeing was because he simply did not need to do so. He had to make it clear that he didn’t have needs, that he didn’t have limits. And that wasn’t easy.

But, Vegeta didn’t even LIKE easy. As far as he was concerned, his bladder was just one more muscle to train, one more thing he could use to prove to everyone— including himself— that he was powerful beyond all measure. So, he treated every twinging irritation in his abdomen, every pulsing throb that assailed him when others got the relief he was craving, as if it were just part of his training regimen.

He even went so far as to deliberately get himself desperate a few times when he had no other obligations to attend to. He’d drink until his stomach ached, then hold it until he could almost feel his kidneys swelling. In time, his bladder got stronger and stronger, just like any other part of him. In spite of countless hours spent holding it in, he hadn’t had even a small leak since he was a very young child. His control over his bladder was masterful.

Others noticed, too. Raditz, who seemed to need to urinate the most out of the remaining saiyans, had made countless comments about how Vegeta ‘never had to piss’. Often, when he said things like this, Vegeta was subtly tensing his thighs and stubbornly trying to ignore a mounting pressure in his bladder. The comments, naturally, made Vegeta even more determined to hold on, to wait until no one was present to see him void. Now that he was KNOWN for never needing to pee, he had a reputation to uphold!

By then, he couldn’t even handle it if someone saw him walking towards a restroom, even if they weren’t going to stick around to watch or listen to anything. The mere fact that they’d seen him ENTER the bathroom at all and, thus, were likely thinking about him urinating, about his bladder being full enough that it had defeated his powerful holding muscles… Just THAT was enough to prevent him from going inside.

So, there was an update made to the rules he had been forcing himself to follow. Not only would he never, EVER allow himself to void where he could be seen or overheard. Not only would he never use public facilities or empty his bladder outside. He now also had to make sure no one even saw him go NEAR a restroom. Any sign at all that he possessed a bladder, and that he couldn’t actually hold it indefinitely, was utterly unacceptable.

This new rule was even more difficult to abide by, but he managed it. If he felt full enough that he knew it was time to go, he would scope out his surroundings. If his scouter failed to pick up on anyone being nearby, AND he was close to a restroom, he would go. This typically limited him to only one or two toilet breaks per day, and he would feel astoundingly uncomfortable trying to keep his liquids at bay, all while not showing any signs of need. The thought of the shame he’d feel if he DIDN’T manage to wait got him to fight through all of the rippling pains that tore through him.

Honestly, Vegeta didn’t realize that his ‘training’ and all of his self-imposed rules had created a problem until he and Nappa were on their way to Earth. The pods they traveled in were tiny, meant purely for transportation, generally of unconscious occupants. They did not include any additional amenities, such as any possible way to relieve oneself. The voyage was the longest one he’d been on— a full year. And, even if Vegeta had toughened his holding muscles up to an extreme degree, there was nothing he could do to actually increase the size of his bladder. He could endure the pressure of fluid rising up inside of it for ages, but any container would only have so much room.

Vegeta could hold it for a day, and sometimes a little bit longer than that if necessary. He could not hold it for a year. At that point, it wasn’t even a matter of him being too weak, he reminded himself. It was simply a problem of capacity, one which no amount of effort on his part could change. There wasn’t a being in existence that could hold their urine for an entire year.

Still, the first couple times they stopped on other planets, Vegeta held it while Nappa went. Regardless of if the planet had anything resembling an actual bathroom or not, Vegeta refused to grant his bladder the relief it kept begging for. He knew that, eventually, he was going to HAVE to void during this trip. He was going to have to do it several times, a year without relief was simply impossible.

He still wanted to put it off for as long as he could. No matter what, he was going to have to break his rules this year. He was going to have to enter a restroom and have Nappa SEE him do it, know that he was urinating. He was probably also going to have to drain his bladder outside at least a few times. He may even need to pee in FRONT of Nappa at some point.

Thinking that over was giving Vegeta a really strange feeling. There was the heavy shame that he always associated with showing ANY kind of weakness, but there was something else underneath it, a tight, sharp feeling in his chest that he’d seldom felt before. It was a sensation he associated with Frieza, but he refused to name the emotion, even to himself. It was awful enough that Frieza could ignite this twitchy, cold feeling within him, no way could he allow URINATION to do the same thing.

The good thing about the pods, was that they gave Vegeta some privacy. There was still no way for him to pee while inside of it, but at least he was totally alone. He could do a few things that he’d NEVER permit if a witness was around. Namely, he could SQUIRM. He could cross his legs, tap his feet, bounce his knees up and down. He could fidget about and try to assuage some of the discomfort boiling inside of him.

After nearly an entire day without urinating, the discomfort was turning more into pain. His bladder was sore, throbbing tyrannically. When he caught his hand sneaking towards his crotch, he forced it away with a sharp blush. Then, remembering no one was around to notice, he allowed the hand to take a grip, savoring the slight relief this granted him.

With some dismay, he accepted that he was going to HAVE to urinate the next time they stopped. That strange feeling was seeping into his chest again, and he gritted his teeth, furious at the sensation for being there. He was the Saiyan prince, he could NOT let something like THIS bother him so much.

Time began to move very slowly for Vegeta. He swore, Nappa had been asking for stops CONSTANTLY earlier, yet now that Vegeta was ready to go, the other had suddenly ceased needing them. Wriggling shakily in his seat, an unwanted idea entered his mind; Of course, HE could say it was time to stop, he didn’t NEED to wait for Nappa…

He shook his head, trying to banish that thought. It was already going to be just AWFUL having Nappa see him give in to his body. If he was ALSO the one to ask for the stop to begin with, the disgrace would be immeasurable. And, it wasn’t as though he couldn’t still hold it. He could ALWAYS hold it. He hadn’t ONCE let out a single drop before he was ready, not since he was practically still a toddler. Besides, he was likely going to have to fight a pretty intense battle when they got to Earth; A bit of “endurance training” wasn’t a bad idea.

It really WAS starting to hurt, though. And it was becoming incredibly difficult to keep a single thought inside his mind. No matter what he tried to focus his attention on, he would be drawn back to his bladder before long. He kept imagining all of the large bodies of water he’d encountered in the past, and replaying moments where he’d watched someone else urinate while he forced himself to just stand off to the side silently, crossing his arms and fighting not to ALSO cross his legs. His sphincters remained welded shut, but he could FEEL how stretched his bladder was getting, how little space was left inside. Once it reached its maximum capacity, it wasn’t as though his kidneys were going to STOP sending more liquid down into it. No, they’d keep pumping away, keep filling a container that had no room.

And so, it would spill over, and—

No! No, it wouldn’t. Vegeta was… He was strong enough to hold it. If there wasn’t enough room, he’d just MAKE room, he’d FORCE his bladder to find the space and just— Just DEAL with it.

Before he had to worry TOO much about that, Nappa asked to stop and Vegeta agreed— Which was his first mistake. The last several times, Vegeta had made a show of telling Nappa to WAIT, because he wanted to get to Earth as soon as possible. He’d commanded that Nappa hold it, and only begrudgingly gave in once Nappa’s complaining got to be too annoying for him.

THIS time, just readily saying “Fine”… That was so unlike him that it obviously caught Nappa’s attention. “Wait. Really? … Are you sure?”

“Nappa!” Vegeta shouted irritably. “Did you want to stop, or not?!”

“… Do you have to go too, Vegeta?”

“No. Of course not,” Vegeta winced, his midsection cramping and protesting against his denials. He was already formulating a plan, a way to get some relief without letting on to Nappa that he actually, sort of, maybe… Had to go really bad. When they’d landed, he’d simply say something like “I suppose I’ll go now, while we’re wasting our time.” If he did that, if he emphasized to Nappa that HE was the only one who couldn’t wait…

And then, Vegeta would simply do that EVERY time he had to go during this trip. Problem solved.

But, when they found a place to land, Vegeta realized his problem was very, very FAR from being solved. He realized that his problem wasn’t quite what he’d thought it was.

While Nappa pissed out in the open, Vegeta took a few extra seconds to get out of his pod. The heavy feeling in his bladder was so intense that it actually made it difficult to get up, and THAT draped a blanket of shame over him that was even heavier. Once he was up, he found himself fighting to adjust to the gravity of this planet. He couldn’t tell if it was actually HIGHER here than it was on the last planet they’d been on, or if the urgency pulsing in his abdomen was just making it FEEL that way.

He realized it had taken him MUCH too long to get out of the pod, and struggled to come up with an excuse for his sluggishness. Even just saying that he was tired or that his legs had fallen asleep would be utterly beneath him, though. So, instead he muttered something about the door malfunctioning for a moment. “Fine, I’ll go now,” he said. “Since you want to waste time here.”

After that statement, Vegeta moved to pull his dick free, but hesitated. This planet was really, really barren. It was totally flat, no plant-life, no rocks, just a very fine powder of sand as far as his eyes could see. And Nappa was still RIGHT there, and… And even if he had to know Vegeta was peeing, that didn’t mean he had to be able to SEE it.

Vegeta paced for a few steps uncertain of what he was even looking for. He knew what he WANTED was an actual bathroom, with nobody anywhere CLOSE to it. With that not being an option, he finally settled for walking behind his space pod and trying to use IT for a little bit of cover.

Finally, he moved his clothing aside and aimed, readying himself for what he was SURE would be an intense wave of relief.

But, that didn’t happen. Instead, all he got was a furious, aching shudder from within his bladder, an agonizing pinch around the base of his cock, and even MORE of that aggravating, cold tingle in his chest. As several more seconds passed, during which Vegeta repeatedly told his bladder to start emptying and was given nothing but refusal in return, the icy twitches skittering over his skin worsened and worsened.

What the Hell was this? It had never happened before! Any other time, he’d finally have an opportunity to go, and he’d just…

Against his will, his tail had uncurled and was flicking about in a display of irritation. He tried to get it to go still, but IT wouldn’t obey him any better than his bladder would. Freezing cold sweat was running off of him now. Vegeta’s body was his most valuable asset, he’d always been able to get it to do WHATEVER he wanted so long as he worked hard enough! Nothing had ever, ever defeated him before. Now, having his own parts behave so OUT of his control… He tried to convert the jittery feeling that he dared not name into anger, like he had done countless times before, and even THAT was impossible when faced with something so distressing and confusing.

Finally, he tried one last thing. He’d squeezed countless creatures to DEATH with his bare hands before, many of those creatures had been strong in their own right. Surely, that meant he could squeeze his own urine out. He moved one hand down against his taut, lower belly, and he mashed the flat of his palm against himself, certain that after being put under so much strain and pressure, his stream would have no CHOICE but to flow downwards.

But, it didn’t! And, instead of stunning relief, Vegeta was rewarded with nothing but blinding pain as his bladder was compressed and squashed, feeling like it was being shattered to bits. His cold sweat became a cold shower, and without noticing, he’d let out a grunt of misery.

“Vegeta…?” Nappa’s voice. “You hurt?”

“Shut up, Nappa!” Vegeta barked. He realized in that moment that there was only ONE thing worse than having somebody know that he was urinating; Having somebody know that he was TRYING to urinate and couldn’t do it.

“You finished?”

‘Hell no, I haven’t even started!’ Vegeta thought. Suddenly, he wanted to be really, REALLY far away from Nappa. He wanted as much distance between himself and the other Saiyan as he could get. If he could FLY, that would be easy, but he knew from past experiences that taking to the skies with a full bladder added a whole new degree to the desperation. If he did that NOW, when the pressure he was under was ALREADY so severe…

Again, an idea appeared to him. Maybe it would be a bad idea for HIM to fly right now, but he could still TELL Nappa to just get lost and leave him alone while he peed. But then, Nappa would probably ask him WHY, and Vegeta couldn’t think clearly enough to come up with a decent excuse, he’d have to give the REAL reason, and—

“Oh, I figured it out!” Nappa said suddenly. “You can’t go if someone else is there, right Vegeta?”

“Shut u—“

“I always wondered why I’ve never seen you piss, I guess that explains it.”

Vegeta had only JUST discovered this about himself, and it was ALREADY at the very top of his list of things he NEVER wanted to discuss. The words ‘you can’t’ ran circles inside his brain. Every echo of it hurt as badly as his bladder did. He was the MOST powerful member of his already powerful species, there weren’t supposed to be things that he couldn’t do! For there to be something he was incapable of was already devastating, but for that thing to be so SIMPLE that a child could do it with ZERO effort?! “God dammit, Na—“

“You want me to go away?”

Vegeta had never wanted anything more in his life. He wanted Nappa gone. And then he never wanted to SEE him again. Even being on the same planet as the other Saiyan would be too humiliating!

Nappa didn’t wait for Vegeta’s response before flying off in a random direction. Vegeta watched as he shrank into a small speck in the distance. Once Nappa had disappeared entirely, Vegeta was surprised by a hard rush of liquid and a sudden, immense drop in pressure that made it feel like something inside of him had just collapsed. He was finally urinating, and had to hurry to correct his aim so that he didn’t accidentally splash himself. It felt amazing to finally go, but the relief was so buried under his shame that he could hardly enjoy it.

Throughout the rest of the trip, Nappa seemed to want to be ‘supportive’ of Vegeta and his ‘problem’. Trouble was, Vegeta didn’t WANT support. He didn’t want this thing to be acknowledged or spoken about. But, every time they stopped, Nappa had to go off on some spiel about how he was going to ‘leave Vegeta lots of privacy now’, even when Vegeta insisted that he hardly had to go. It was infuriating, it was like he was being coddled over using the toilet, the exact opposite of the RESPECT Vegeta felt was due to him.

But, seeing as it looked like he really COULDN’T relieve himself if Nappa was near him, Vegeta was reluctantly grateful that the other left him alone…

The next really major issue with his problem happened on Namek. On a planet inhabited by a species that survived ENTIRELY on water, Vegeta had THOUGHT there would be plenty of restrooms. But, no. There were none. The Namekians may have drank tons and tons of fluid, but it seemed they had some OTHER method of ridding themselves of the extra afterwards. Several times while he searched for the dragon balls, Vegeta would find himself badly needing to go. As ever, he held out until it became painful, and then he’d have a Hell of a time finding somewhere to let it out. Shamefully, it appeared his problem had worsened, because he was suddenly struggling to void outdoors WITHOUT anyone nearby. Just… Being outside instead of at a toilet made it difficult.

He had some inkling of what may have caused the issue to intensify. Encountering Frieza, the one being in the galaxy that could make him feel… Feel… Feel the ‘twitchy’ thing without much effort, had put him more on edge. And he’d also just had his first… He’d gotten… He’d been badly defeated for the first time ever. Every time he stood somewhere, scrunching his eyes closed and trying to picture himself at a toilet, hoping that his holding muscles would manage to relax, Vegeta cursed Frieza and Kakarot. If Frieza weren’t somewhere here on Namek with him, if Kakarot hadn’t gotten inside his head… If it wasn’t for them, Vegeta would be able to go!

After Namek, he remained on Earth, where it was somewhat easier to manage his problem— And he was also able to keep it under wraps. He could find private facilities before his bladder became agonizing. He never had the need to tell anyone— not that he would ANYWAY— and as far as he could tell, nobody ever caught on, either.

His problem DID seem to be worsening on its own, though. When he found out Kakarot had achieved Super Saiyan form and not HIM, it had taken him close to ten minutes to finally urinate even while locked inside a VERY private stall with no one anywhere near him. Luckily, there weren’t any MAJOR incidents that managed to embarrass him TOO badly, though.

That was, until Kakarot came back to Earth, and everyone became focused on preparing for the arrival of the androids. Vegeta had his own plans for how he wanted to train for the battle, but first he needed to prove to himself that he COULD defeat Kakarot one-on-one. 

Since, by that point, Kakarot had somehow gotten it into his incredibly thick head that he and Vegeta were FRIENDS, he happily agreed to a sparring match, one that he said would make both of them stronger.

The battle did not go as planned.

First, it had been a very long time since Vegeta had last voided. He’d been spending time with Bulma, one of Kakarot’s friends, lately. And they’d slept together the night before. Vegeta, unwilling to admit that this had actually been his FIRST time, had wound up telling some tall tales about past escapades. For reasons he could not understand, this got Bulma furious with him, and he’d been told to go sleep on the couch. Then, she’d locked the bedroom door.

This had displeased Vegeta, since he’d been intending to use the bathroom attached to it once Bulma had gone to sleep. He considered just BREAKING the door down, which he knew would be as easy as crumpling a sheet of paper. But, it would also be extremely noisy. No way Bulma would sleep through that. Their fight would reignite, and she’d be up, alert and, eventually, aware of what he needed to do.

There were other restrooms in the Capsule Corp building, only, when he walked around to FIND one, ALL of them had people nearby. Even at night, there were employees and scientists milling around, people who would SEE if he went into a bathroom.

He managed to sleep through the night despite the growing discomfort within his belly. He’d slept with a full bladder so many times now that it hardly ever kept him up anymore. But, when he woke on the couch, he was dismayed to find that his hands had worked themselves between his thighs as he’d slept. Vegeta stood, flinching as the liquid inside him was tossed and turned with the motion.

Perhaps Bulma had unlocked the bedroom at some point in the night. Maybe she was even still asleep. He tried the door, but it was still locked. He frowned. He had no idea what she had to be so angry about! HE was the one that was stuck out here, holding it!

Oh well. He definitely needed a pee break, but he’d held more than this before. Besides, his whole body was much stronger after his ordeal on Namek. That meant his holding muscles were as well. He could wait until Bulma got over whatever it was she THOUGHT he’d done.

He sat back down on the couch, inadvertently squeezing his bladder. In THIS room he was alone, so he let himself squirm impatiently. His feet tapped against the floor, and he gripped his hands over his bouncing knees. He kept an ear out for anyone who may have been approaching. He didn’t SENSE anybody, but that didn’t help his paranoia. No one would EVER get to see him fidget!

He was really hoping that Bulma would open the door and go… Just go somewhere else soon. He’d prefer to get his bladder drained before he had to meet up with Kakarot. Although, defeating him while holding back an ocean of urine would be even MORE impressive than just defeating him… No, Vegeta should save that for ANOTHER time, after he’d bested Kakarot NORMALLY once, then he could try doing it with additional obstacles in his way.

Time kept ticking though, and he grew more concerned that he wouldn’t have any OPTION but to try to fight Kakarot while he needed to pee. The door still hadn’t opened, and he knew the rest of the building would be even MORE crowded now that it was daylight.

One thing Vegeta REALLY hated about his bladder, apart from its complete refusal to OBEY him most of the time, was how it often seemed to take control of his brain. His bladder sent him the worst, most appalling ideas all of the time! Ideas that he would NEVER act upon and would be so ashamed of himself for even thinking of in the first place. As he sat there and waited, another of those ideas popped into his head. Kakarot had said they could spar in the woods near his house. Vegeta knew that, if he just ASKED for the facilities when he got there, Kakarot would say ‘yes’. Kakarot was so obsessed with this idea that they were friends that he wouldn’t even hesitate.

Vegeta was never going to ask Kakarot for ANYTHING, though. Not even if his very life depended on it. No matter how he phrased the question, it would feel like GROVELING to him. Vegeta would hold it until his bladder was the size of the moon before he asked Kakarot for the toilet.

He HOPED he wouldn’t even need to consider it, but as more time passed, Vegeta realized he was NOT going to get to pee before he had to leave. How long did Bulma need to sleep for, anyway?! Blasted woman… He hadn’t even DONE anything!

Vegeta started in the direction of Kakarot’s home. As ever, trying to fly with his bladder weighing him down wasn’t easy. He’d flown carrying heavy objects many times before, it had added extra challenge, but NOT in the same way flying while in need of the toilet did. A full bladder really messed with his entire body. Stretching out too far, not stretching out enough… Either way, his bladder felt squished in. To maintain his speed, he needed to keep his arms by his sides, his legs straight… But, his hands kept wanting to go to his groin, and his legs would cross against his will. The wind resistance just made it all worse, seeming to compress his bladder inwards.

He landed at his destination, his boots hitting the ground much too harshly. Tremors worked their ways up his legs, smashing hard into his bladder and causing it to quiver. Shifting slightly between his feet, he found himself dearly hoping that none of Kakarot’s attacks hit him in that area.

‘What are you thinking?!’ He asked himself angrily. ‘You can’t seriously be worried! You aren’t going to lose to Kakarot again, and no way in Hell are you going to lose to your own bladder!’ Vegeta shook his head, again reminding himself of WHO was actually in control. His bladder BELONGED to him, it was his PROPERTY, he OWNED it. It did NOT get to call the shots or stress him out.

Today was NOT about despairing over whether or not he could hold his pee— He COULD. Today was about beating Kakarot, and that was what he was going to do. Trying to force all thoughts of urination from his mind, Vegeta approached Kakarot’s front door. He still couldn’t believe a Saiyan warrior lived in a place like this. It was so ordinary, not befitting of their race at all. He knocked on the door.

Kakarot answered in that annoying, chipper tone he always used. “Hey, Vegeta! You ready?”

“Ye—“ Vegeta’s voice caught in his throat as he heard a toilet flushing inside the house. Behind Kakarot, Vegeta could see his rival’s half-breed child exiting the restroom. The walls of his bladder tingled with nervous tension. He cleared his throat. “Yes.”

Kakarot looked at him for a moment, tilting his head. “You sure? You have a weird look on your face.”

“I don’t,” Vegeta said. He could still hear water moving through the pipes of Kakarot’s house. He wanted to be far away from that noise, but at the same time he wanted to be closer to it. He wanted to shove past Kakarot, enter the restroom, free himself and drain his bladder until not a drop remained. If only it could be so simple for him. If only his body didn’t CARE if Kakarot’s family overheard the rush of his stream.

He knew what would happen if he tried to go now. He’d shove past Kakarot, enter the restroom, free himself and then hear Kakarot say something stupid. Something like “Oh wow, Vegeta, you must really need to go!” Kakarot’s woman would scoff about how rude his friends always were. Kakarot’s half-breed would probably just get needlessly concerned, lecture about how it was ‘unhealthy to hold it’. And even if none of that happened, even if all of them stayed quiet and didn’t comment, they’d still all be OUT there, they’d still be able to hear him. He still wouldn’t be able to go.

As he and Kakarot made their way into the forest, Vegeta tried to ignore the ever-growing, persistent urge for a nice, long piss. The trees tormented him further, dangling relief before his eyes that he knew was unobtainable for him. That was one of the most frustrating parts of this whole thing, his bladder kept RECOGNIZING places where he could void, and it always twisted around at the sight of them, its walls always started to squeeze inwards, it always made him FEEL like if he just took aim and TRIED, he’d be peeing right away. Yet, if he ever attempted to ACT on those feelings and actually go, he’d hit that same wall again and nothing would come out.

Of all the things he could struggle with, why did it have to be such a simple, biological need? He could blow up an entire city within seconds if he wanted to, but PEEING was a problem?

What he really hoped was that his present discomfort wouldn’t affect his fighting ability too much. Except, it was ALREADY affecting him just trying to WALK. Carrying his bladder felt like trying to balance a full glass of water atop the point of a pencil. If he leaned too much in any direction, the liquid inside him would roll and slosh and crash violently against the sensitive walls. Bending his knees was becoming difficult, his whole body was as tense as a wire, joints unwilling to move lest they disturb the rapidly filling bucket in his core and flip it over.

He allowed Kakarot to walk ahead of him. Not reaching the clearing first was worth it if it meant Kakarot didn’t get to see the way he was trembling, the sweat beading on his brow, the way his hips wouldn’t hold still and the way his hands kept fluttering uselessly around his waist. He longed to be back on the couch at Capsule Corp, where he at least had privacy. If he was there, he could squeeze himself and cross his legs, squirm in every direction. He could focus all of his energy just on quelling the pressure inside himself, none of it on keeping up appearances and preventing Kakarot from figuring out what was going on.

***

Goku was a little confused by Vegeta’s behavior. He hadn’t been boasting very much, hadn’t been antagonizing him. He’d been really quiet, actually. Vegeta was seldom ever quiet! And, he also wasn’t running ahead, trying to reach the clearing first even though neither of them had said anything about this being a race. Then there was that weird expression he’d made before they’d started walking. Kind of a cross between a wince and a grimace, like something was hurting him.

Vegeta did not appear injured, though. Didn’t have a scratch on him. Goku didn’t even think he’d DONE anything recently that COULD have hurt him. Goku supposed it WAS possible that Vegeta was sick, even being a Saiyan couldn’t stop a virus from infecting him. But, if Vegeta WAS sick, then this wasn’t a good time to try training with him.

Goku was disappointed by that idea, he’d been SO looking forward to this! He wouldn’t battle someone if they were ill though. Fights should be fair! He paused mid-stride. “Vegeta, are you feeling okay?”

“Of course I am,” Vegeta barked. “Don’t try to back out of this!”

“I wasn’t, I just…” Goku turned around to look at him. Vegeta was a LOT further behind him than he’d expected. And he REALLY didn’t look so good. He was hunched over a little, his legs shaking and knees rubbing together strangely. He was also really sweaty. Considering all they’d done so far was WALK, that didn’t make much sense.

Goku stared at him for a few seconds. He hadn’t turned pale, so that was a good sign. In fact, his face had more color in it than usual, deep redness in his cheeks. Goku didn’t think he’d ever seen him look that way before and wondered if he had a rash. Goku knew these woods really well, he knew which plants got people itchy. Vegeta hadn’t even been on Earth for THAT long. “You didn’t touch any plants with fuzzy leaves, did you?”

“Kakarot, WHAT are you talking about?”

“Your face is all bright red,” Goku told him. “I thought you had a rash.”

“M—My face is NOT red,” Vegeta snapped, palming his cheeks vigorously, as if he could wipe the coloration away.

“Is it itchy?”

“No,” Vegeta said. “Just leave me alone. Aren’t we there yet?”

“There’s not enough space to spar here,” Goku pointed out. “A few more minutes and there’ll be this big, open spot… You’re sure you can do this today, right? If this isn’t a good time—“

“Stop CHECKING on me,” Vegeta commanded. “I am your prince, I’ll say when it’s a good time for a battle.”

Goku shrugged and continued walking. He still wasn’t convinced that Vegeta was alright, but it was obvious the other wasn’t going to TELL him if something was wrong either. Goku so wanted Vegeta to see that he was a friend, he didn’t mean to make him so angry all the time, but it just kept happening.

He’d stay quiet for now. Hopefully, Vegeta would calm down, even if he DIDN’T ever tell Goku what was bugging him.

When he heard Vegeta let out an incredibly odd, strangled sound that Goku had never heard come of him before, it was VERY hard to not ask again, though. He’d heard Vegeta make lots of pained or angry grunts when he was fighting, but he had NEVER heard anything like that. The noise had sounded absolutely miserable, and almost… Pleading?

***

Vegeta kept walking, focused on putting one foot in front of the other. He couldn’t believe he’d let Kakarot see him blush. He hoped all the redness had faded from his cheeks now, but with how humiliated he felt, he doubted it. At least Kakarot had stopped asking him questions finally. Vegeta knew he could only say “It’s nothing, leave me alone!” so many times before he’d be forced to give some sort of answer.

The last half hour, his thoughts had been nothing more than a constant litany of ‘I need to piss!’ over and over again. He didn’t know if he could come up with a decent enough lie to satisfy Kakarot. And, no way in Hell could he tell him the truth.

They finally came into the clearing, and Vegeta felt exhausted before their fight had even begun. He WANTED to defeat Kakarot today. He just KNEW that, if he were at his full strength, he’d be able to. If it weren’t for his damned bladder making everything so much harder…

And now, of course, they’d stopped moving for a second. Kakarot was standing still and Vegeta was TRYING to do the same thing. What he hadn’t noticed was that the gentle back and forth motion of his steps had actually been HELPING him a little, the weight of his bladder had been allowed to move, so that it wasn’t constantly bearing down in one spot. Now, with both feet firmly on the ground, his opening was feeling the full brunt of his ocean.

He kept his legs pushed very firmly together, fists opening and closing at his sides in agitation. How was he supposed to fight like this? He couldn’t even kick without tempting his urine to come out, and all his most powerful attacks required a great deal of focus and concentration as he gathered his energy— Two things his bladder had stolen away.

Kakarot would have access to his full arsenal, HIS body wasn’t going to stop him from moving his legs, from controlling his chi. HE only had to fight against Vegeta. Vegeta had to fight against him and his bladder.

His bladder, so far, was proving itself an even more powerful opponent.

Kakarot was staring at him now from across the clearing, still wearing that obnoxious, puzzled look on his face. Kakarot shrugged then lowered himself into a battle stance.

Vegeta knew that HE was supposed to follow suit, but standing here with his legs squeezed against one another, member pinned closed between them, taking slow, careful breaths… The waters inside his bladder felt a little CALMER this way, any movement at all was going to send them into a frenzy again. He wanted to savor this moment of not-quite-so-painful desperation for a little while longer.

***

Goku stood up straighter again when he saw Vegeta wasn’t preparing himself to fight. Once more, he was confused. Vegeta KNEW what he was supposed to do right before they started sparring, but instead he was just standing there, kind of scrunched up, trembling…

Goku couldn’t fight someone when they looked like that! He remembered battles in the past where he’d foolishly trusted that an opponent was in no shape to continue, where he’d felt compelled to show mercy only for that opponent to come back at him and overpower him.

Goku had been trying NOT to get fooled like that again, but he just didn’t believe Vegeta WAS trying to catch him off-guard now. It didn’t make sense. He knew how badly Vegeta wanted to defeat him, and that he wouldn’t settle for doing it using such an underhanded method. That meant something really DID have to be wrong. But, WHAT?

The redness on his face had gone away, he still wasn’t pale and sickly, absolutely NOTHING had happened that could have given him an injury… He was just… All stiff, and shuddering. He looked, maybe, like he was cold…? Or…

A memory struck Goku then, and he was sure he knew EXACTLY what the issue was. A really long time ago, he’d been super shivery and twitchy at the start of a fight, too. It had been back when he was a kid, during his first quest for the dragon balls. He and Bulma had found one of the balls inside a village, and they were told they could have it if Goku rescued several girls that had been kidnapped by Oolong, the shape-shifting creature who’d been terrorizing the village.

The plan was for Goku to disguise himself as one of the girls and have the shape-shifter lead him to where he was keeping the other victims. Except, Bulma had shoved him into the dress before he could tell anyone that he actually REALLY needed to pee and couldn’t hold it much longer.

When Oolong arrived and saw him in the disguise, he HAD believed he was a girl. But, Goku had never, EVER needed to pee so badly before in his life. His whole body had been vibrating urgently, and he was starting to panic, worried that he’d actually have an accident.

Oolong had noticed his antsy movement and asked “Shiverin’, huh? You cold?”

Goku shook his head, wanting to shout that he just needed somewhere to pee NOW.

“I know! You’re scared of my looks, huh?” Oolong asked, before transforming himself from an ox creature into a handsome human man.

Bulma, who’d been watching all of that unfold, suddenly darted out and introduced herself to Oolong. She was really excited for some reason, Goku didn’t know why. He’d just known that no one was paying attention to him, so he took that as an opportunity to water a nearby tree.

Unfortunately, back then, Goku had had NO idea boys and girls usually peed differently from each other, so he completely blew his cover.

Vegeta was having that same problem right now. Just, HE was old enough that he didn’t want to rush off and do it without warning. That was all. Now that Goku was sure the issue wasn’t anything major, he relaxed.

It WAS just like Vegeta to not even SAY something, though. Goku could understand that a little less. Growing up, he HAD eventually learned that people weren’t supposed to just GO right out in the open and in front of each other— Though, that rule had taken time for him to get used to. But, as far as he understood, TELLING the person you were with that you needed to pee wasn’t bad.

Oh well. Vegeta was a weird guy, it made sense he’d be weird about this too. Wait, this was probably some sort of competitive thing, wasn’t it? Even though he was bursting, he wasn’t gonna pee until after Goku did. Yeah, that sounded like something he’d do. Goku could definitely help, then! “I gotta pee, Vegeta!” He said.

To Goku’s surprise, instead of relief, Vegeta’s face held dismay and more discomfort than ever. “That’s great, Kakarot,” he said. “Make it fast.”

Now, even more baffled, Goku stepped away and approached a tree. He looked back, Vegeta could definitely still see him, but this was PROBABLY still far enough. He opened his pants and started to relieve himself. Vegeta probably wasn’t gonna go until after he was FINISHED, only THEN would he consider this ‘challenge’ won. That was all it was, Goku was sure. So, he tried to go as fast as possible, pushing and making his stream hiss loudly.

***

Vegeta’s keen hearing easily picked up on the sound of Kakarot’s relief. When Kakarot’s urine started to spray at an even higher volume, Vegeta swore that the other was intending to torture him. He grit his teeth. If the state of his bladder wasn’t making him doubt his ability to fight, he’d be VERY much looking forward to blasting Kakarot away right now. As it was, he didn’t even know if he could manage to land a punch, everything was happening in slow-motion for him, time crawling. No way would he be able to react to things in time when they started fighting, all of his attention had to go towards not exploding his bladder.

When Vegeta overheard Kakarot SIGH, showing how GOOD it made him feel to piss, Vegeta’s fists tightened with fury. His bladder was the ONLY thing preventing him from going over there and decking Kakarot.

The only good thing was that he knew Kakarot did not have a single malicious bone in his body. Therefore, all of the torment he was putting Vegeta through now was completely unintentional, which meant Kakarot STILL hadn’t figured out that he needed to go. The certainty that his secret was REMAINING a secret helped him stay a little bit calmer.

Except, then Kakarot finally FINISHED and turned back around. He approached Vegeta’s side again and said, “Okay, done. You can go now.”

Shit. He COULD tell. He HAD noticed. What the Hell was Vegeta supposed to do now? He could pretend he DIDN’T need to pee, but if even the often oblivious Kakarot had noticed, it must have been REALLY obvious. He had to at least grant that he did, in fact, have to relieve himself. He could insist he could wait, but would Kakarot drop the subject? He’d probably say something about not wanting to fight him when he wasn’t in the best condition. No way could Vegeta forfeit a match just because he had to use the toilet.

All he knew for sure was that he could NOT tell Kakarot what his problem was. Not only would it be beyond humiliating, not only would it rip his pride to tatters, there was also NO chance whatsoever that Kakarot would understand it. Even if he broke it down into the most simple terms, Kakarot would NEVER manage to grasp the concept. Kakarot WOULD, however, ask question after question after annoying, embarrassing question. None of which would get Vegeta relief, all of which would make him feel… That way; The skittering, twitchy, cold feeling that he REFUSED to acknowledge ever happened to him.

So, Vegeta settled on something else. He would agree with Kakarot, he would go to the trees and he would… He would TRY at least, but really he’d just stand there and… And pretend to go. Then he’d come back, and try to act like he WASN’T still in need of anything.

B—Because, really, he WASN’T in need of anything! Vegeta didn’t HAVE needs. He was fine!

“A—Alright, I guess I’ll go,” Vegeta said, trying to act like it wasn’t a big deal. Like this wasn’t making his chest flutter, like the pounding of his heart was happening at a normal pace. He went up to the trees, he stepped further into them than Kakarot did, ensuring he was far enough away that Kakarot wouldn’t be able to see him. Hopefully far enough that Kakarot wouldn’t hear if, by some miracle, Vegeta managed to get something out.

He aimed, he spread his feet apart, he told himself this was fine. He was alone, no one would see. Kakarot KNEW what he was doing back here, but he reminded himself that Kakarot lacked a sense of shame, so really he was the last person in the galaxy whom Vegeta should feel… THIS around.

None of it worked though. That feeling. That awful, unnameable feeling grew so large and ferocious that it was well beyond ANYTHING Vegeta could hope to defeat. He badly needed to go, even now he was stepping lightly between his feet despite all of his pleas with himself to stop. He had to piss so much that his kidneys hurt, strong ripples and surges stretching them out inside his back, making it harder and harder for him to breathe. He wanted relief so fervently that he dreaded the finality of tucking his dick back away.

But, time was ticking, and he was very aware of that. Kakarot was waiting for him to come back and, as ever, the only thing worse than someone knowing that he was peeing was someone knowing that he was having TROUBLE peeing. He’d been back here MUCH longer than even the most desperate piss should have taken. Disappointed, but not shocked, he re-did his clothing and forced himself back towards the clearing.

He no longer thought he felt the pee sloshing. He didn’t think there was even enough vacant space left inside his bladder for the liquid ALREADY crammed there to move around too much. Again, he knew his holding muscles were strong (Now, he thought they may have been a little TOO strong, actually), but his bladder STILL had a set capacity. Any container would overflow eventually.

Even so, Vegeta wasn’t at all concerned that he may actually… May… Possibly… Might get… Wet. A few times on Namek, he’d been very, very desperate for some relief after holding it in for well over a day, he’d felt himself get fuller than he’d thought possible, he’d felt something searing and crumbling inside of him, he’d frozen, stunned and thinking that THIS was finally going to be it, that he was going to… Void before he was ready to…

But, he didn’t. Nothing came out of him. Instead, the awful, frigid tingles in his chest intensified, his heart beat loudly enough to block out all other sounds, the corners of his vision clouded over with black fuzz, and the most atrocious pain imaginable reverberated in shockwaves from beneath his ribs. At the time, the only thing he could compare that feeling to was when Kakarot’s half-breed crushed him while transformed into a Great Ape.

That feeling indicated to him that he probably couldn’t even have an ACCIDENT when he got like this. It seemed that, instead of his urine being forced down and OUT when his bladder got too full, it tried to move back UP, hence the sensation of his back being broken in half right around where his kidneys were located.

Even though he was reasonably sure he would NOT soil himself in front of Kakarot today no matter HOW bad it got, he didn’t want Kakarot to see him go through THAT, either. The times it had happened on Namek, Vegeta had been unable to hold in his reaction to the pain, and had yelled. As far as he knew, no one had HEARD it, but if he did it HERE in front of Kakarot, there would be questions.

Before leaving the cover of the trees, Vegeta allowed his hands to go down to his groin. He squeezed himself, crossed his legs, and rocked on his feet. He just had to stabilize this, had to remind his body who was in charge here. It hurt so bad, but he could hold it. He could hold it, and he could endure any agonies that entailed.

***

Goku stood in the clearing, wondering what was taking Vegeta so long. Well, he’d obviously been really, SUPER desperate, so then it probably just took him a while to get everything out.

He saw Vegeta return from the trees. He looked really tired, and was still walking funny. He wondered if the other held it for so long that he’d worn himself out, but that didn’t sound right. Goku had gotten real, REAL desperate lots of times, but always after he went, he felt all better and was back to full strength. He’d NEVER needed to pee so bad that he’d been exhausted once it was all over.

So then, WAS Vegeta actually just sick…?

“Feeling better now?” Goku asked, just to be sure.

“Fine,” Vegeta said. His voice sounded normal, certain…

“So, you still wanna fight?”

“Yes,” Vegeta said. “You’re not… Not backing down from this, Kakarot.”

“Okay,” Goku said happily. Surely, Vegeta was okay. He’d just fixed his problem, after all. And he’d been peeing for SO long, maybe he just needed a second to catch his breath afterwards! “Let’s do this!”

***

Vegeta managed, maybe, about two minutes of trying to fight Kakarot before everything started to become too much. He was able to throw a few punches, and somehow even got a kick in, the impact of which did way more to damage Vegeta than it did Kakarot. Kakarot barely flinched when Vegeta’s foot made contact, Vegeta meanwhile had to fight not to fall to the ground and double over as his bladder reacted like it had just undergone an earthquake.

Kakarot kept flinging punches and kicks, and Vegeta was glad he hadn’t moved onto any energy blasts yet. Vegeta’s ability to concentrate was just GONE, he was as capable of firing off his Galick Gun as he was of actually emptying his damn bladder.

The worst part was that, now that Kakarot thought he’d JUST relieved himself, Vegeta had to be even more careful than USUAL not to show any sign that he needed a piss. He could just hear Kakarot’s annoying voice now, “Um… Vegeta, didn’t you JUST go?” He could already hear the other needling at him, trying to force out an answer, an explanation… He was NOT getting one. EVER. Vegeta was NEVER going to speak his problem aloud, so long as it wasn’t spoken of, then there would still be NOTHING that Vegeta couldn’t do.

Then, one of Vegeta’s earlier worries came to fruition when Kakarot’s foot collided with the stone of his lower abdomen. He felt like something within him was cracking, a sharp crater being made in the surface of his bladder. He stumbled backwards, hands moving towards his crotch all on their own, legs bowing inwards. He managed to stop himself from gripping his member just in time, but the pressure was still so bad, and he WANTED to hold it, he NEEDED to, he was bursting, he was too full, it was too—

Like a geyser of bubbling acid, he felt pain spew upwards within his body, he felt the heinous twisting agony screaming away beneath his ribs, just like those awful moments on Namek, and the torment was so sudden and intense that once again he couldn’t lock the yell back behind his teeth. He doubled over, barely having the presence of mind to spin around, face AWAY from Kakarot, before he finally dug his hands in between his legs.

“Whoa,” Kakarot said, backing away as well. “I— I didn’t even think I hit you THAT hard!”

And THAT… That was the LAST thing he needed to hear right now! “Shut. Up. Kakarot…” He breathed out between squeaking whimpers that he could barely even believe were coming from him.

“And, you felt FIRMER there than last time we fought, so you should be stronger…”

He just kept talking! Normally, THAT comment may have actually made Vegeta feel almost good, an acknowledgement that he’d buffed up even more, that his strength was growing. But, he KNEW the firmness Kakarot had felt had NOT come from muscle, it had come from a bloated barrel of liquid that was so full it was turning to rock.

“What’s…”

Vegeta could still SENSE Kakarot’s movement even if he wasn’t looking at him. He knew Kakarot was coming closer, and in a moment would see where his hands were positioned. He tried to budge them away, but his bladder BEGGED for that pressure to remain. Just… Anything to take the horrific edge off.

“Ohhhhh,” he heard Kakarot say, dawning comprehension.

Dammit, he’d seen. He’d seen, and he KNEW. He knew Vegeta still had to go and, thus, that something had PREVENTED him from doing it earlier. He was going to ASK…

“I definitely wasn’t trying to hit you THERE!” Kakarot said. “Not what I was aiming for, I promise!”

Oh… Okay. Kakarot just thought his kick had landed LOWER. Slightly less embarrassing. THAT was still a major weak spot, even for a Saiyan. “Watch… What you’re doing, Kakarot,” Vegeta growled, playing along. The only problem NOW was that he still couldn’t move his hands.

“Wanna keep going? Do you need a minute, or—“

Vegeta doubled over further as more acidic sensations entered his back. This was really, really bad. More surges of agony were moving upwards through his body, and it no longer felt like he needed to urinate anymore. He felt something akin to what he’d experienced in the moments before Frieza struck him dead, laying there on the ground in unfathomable pain, barely capable of movement. Without even one scratch on him, Vegeta actually felt like he was dying.

Kakarot kept staring, too, making it worse. Making everything worse. “Ummmm… Vegeta, I thought you peed a few minutes ago?”

“Shut. Up.”

“It’s just, now it looks like you still have to…”

“Kakarot, this doesn’t concern you.”

“But, you’re my friend—“

“We aren’t—“

“— I’m not gonna fight you when you need to pee so bad that you can’t even stand up. There’s no point.”

‘I can’t,’ Vegeta thought, his two least favorite words. If only there was some way to explain it, some way to get this across without having to admit to his failure.

“I don’t get it, why didn’t you go earlier? You were gone for so long, I was sure you must have, but now you’re so—“

“Kakarot, just… Enough, alright?” Vegeta said. “I’m not discussing this with the likes of you.”

“Exactly,” Kakarot said. “We’re not gonna talk about it, you’re just gonna GO before you hurt yourself.”

“Ka—“

“Can you even WALK now? Just do it right here, I won’t tell anyone.”

Oh, shit… No. Over nine thousand times no.

When Vegeta made no attempt to obey, Kakarot asked “Wait, I know… Your zipper won’t move, right? That’s why you didn’t go before? I’ll he—“

“Do you honestly believe I can’t just RIP off a zipper!?”

“No, but I figured you wouldn’t want to destroy your clothes, and—… But, it’s NOT your zipper, then?”

“It’s nothing.” Vegeta wished he could focus for long enough to gather some of his chi. He wanted to fire something at Kakarot NOW, just so he could be left alone, just so he’d never have to SAY—

“Vegeta, I don’t understand what’s—“

“Good. I don’t want you to.”

“But, you’re my friend, and I’m sure whatever it is isn’t a big deal.”

Not a big deal…? Vegeta felt like he’d taken fifty blasts to his kidneys because he couldn’t take a PISS and Kakarot had the nerve to say it wasn’t a big deal!?

“Can’t you just tell me?”

“No, I’m not telling you, so just stop,” Vegeta ordered. “If you’re done fighting, just go home.”

“Not until you feel bett—“

“I’ll feel better if you GO HOME.”

And then Kakarot was gazing down at him with a new expression. Vegeta grimaced. If he was going to be made to feel bad for hurting his feelings now… At least Kakarot had finally shut up, even if he wasn’t leaving.

But, of course, the silence couldn’t last long.

“Oh, okay,” Kakarot said. “I think I figured it out! Is it that you can’t pee if someone’s near you?”

Vegeta was dismayed that, with all the techniques he’d learned, he still lacked the ability to turn someone into dust by glaring at them hard enough. He said nothing, he was too ashamed to even open his mouth.

“That’s it, right?” Kakarot asked. “When I was little, I didn’t know I was supposed to knock on the bathroom door, so I’d just go right in any time I had to pee. Bulma kept yelling at me ‘cause she said she can’t go in front of me… Is this the same thing? You just can’t—“

“Stop saying that ‘I can’t’!” Vegeta demanded. “I just… Don’t say it.”

“Um… Okay. I won’t say that, then… But, uh, if you want to pee, and it’s just hard ‘cause I’m here, I can go really far away for a few minutes. Would that—“

“It’s… It’s not just having people near me,” Vegeta said. “It’s having them KNOW that I’m…”

“Er… Well, there’s not much I can do about that, I mean, I know now…” Kakarot said. “But, I’m good at forgetting things. Probably won’t even think about this again after today.”

That wasn’t nearly enough. Kakarot had seen him like… THIS… Crumpled over, clutching himself, jumping from foot to foot as he tried to calm his bladder down. Beyond that, Kakarot had figured out his PROBLEM. He KNEW that Vegeta sometimes got… that feeling of cold bugs running around beneath his skin. The one that he could never let himself name, because to name it would be to give it more power.

Worse, he knew that Vegeta had that feeling when he just needed to pee…

“It’s not a big deal,” Kakarot told him again. “Do you want me to leave?”

Vegeta forced himself to nod, shuddering hard, he felt like he was breaking down. He felt like he was coming undone. His body was dismantling itself, his bladder had won, his pride was shattered as he became singularly focused just on getting rid of all the awful pressures filling him up.

“When should I come back?”

‘Never,’ Vegeta thought. Shamefully, he tried to give a reasonable estimate of when he might actually be done, factoring in all the time it was sure to take for him to even get STARTED. “Ten minutes.”

“Alright,” Kakarot said. “See you then.” He flew off, ensuring that he was indeed going to be FAR away from Vegeta as he (hopefully) relieved himself.

Once Kakarot had disappeared from his field of vision, Vegeta readied himself to piss once again. He moved his feet apart, and aimed between them. Nothing happened at first, apart from the crushing aches in his back intensifying. He squeezed his eyes closed, and tried to picture a place where he would never have ANY trouble going.

He imagined the restroom attached to Bulma’s room, the one he WOULD have used last night had he not… Been an asshole. Had he not taken the moments after their tryst together to brag about conquests he hadn’t ever actually made. Of course she’d gotten mad, and he hadn’t even had a good reason to DO it… If he’d kept his mouth shut, if he hadn’t felt the need to bolster himself for just FIVE minutes, he would have been able to relieve his bladder last night just fine.

Maybe… Maybe he’d apologize to Bulma. He’d never apologized for ANYTHING before, and he cursed this planet for making him soft…

Anyway, yes, if he was in that restroom now, if the door was locked, if Bulma was sound asleep in the bed… If all of that were true, there would be nothing stopping him from urinating. He felt a snap from within his pelvic region, that was usually how it started. A bright, fiery sting that he’d need to force himself to lean into, lest everything start all over again.

Then, a slow dribble seeped sluggishly from his tip. Vegeta struggled to decide which part of his problem was actually the worst, but this had to be close to the top of that list. Whenever he finally got started, the beginning to his release was always weak and pitiful, tormenting him more than it relieved him. And, if he didn’t REALLY concentrate, if he didn’t REALLY push and try to KEEP the dribble flowing, it would stop entirely and he’d be back to holding everything in again. Even once something was coming out, it STILL wasn’t finally time to relax.

He bore down on his pelvic muscles, trying SO hard to prevent the flow from ceasing. It burned as it ebbed out, stung his most sensitive area, he bit back another yell, wishing that his stream would just pick up, that it would start gushing, that it would finally make him feel good.

Why had he wanted to use the dragon balls just to wish for immortality?! He SHOULD have wanted to wish for a cure to THIS. Living forever wouldn’t even be WORTH it if the unavoidable task of pissing always had to turn into these awful ordeals.

Finally, after a few more seconds of barely letting out anything at all, he felt another shift inside his body, and at last he was urinating for real. At last, he felt something that didn’t hurt. He felt a meteoric drop in pressure, and a subtle easing of the torment in his back. His body continued to twitch, shivering from head to toe as waves of agony transformed into the pleasure of relief. He was going… Finally, finally he was going… He let out a heavy sigh, despite his effort to hold it back. His toes curled inside his boots. It felt so good, it felt too good…

His stream thundered, gushing angrily, spraying the ground with tremendous force. The hissing noise it produced was ear-splitting, and he grew nervous that, no matter how far away Kakarot had flown, he’d be able to hear it. The good thing was, once Vegeta REALLY started pissing like this, few things could make him lock back up again, his bladder would carry on draining and shrinking until it was nice and empty.

The dirt between his feet was turning to mud, and he wouldn’t be shocked if he managed to kill the grass with how much he was letting out. While his bladder had a finite amount of space inside it just like anyone else’s, in the time he’d spent on Earth he’d realized that even humans with large bladders couldn’t come close to matching the capacity of a Saiyan with a small one. And since Vegeta was POSITIVE he had one of the largest bladders in the history of his race, AND he’d just filled himself to his brim, he was going to be here a long, long time.

He didn’t mind, one good thing to come out of his problem was that, with every piss he took being urgent and desperate, it was always VERY enjoyable to let it out. He wanted to feel this way for as long as he could. This time though, his piss continued blasting out for so long that it shocked even him. It was rare that he became startled by his own strength, but it really WAS stunning he’d been able to fit so much inside himself. No wonder it had hurt so badly…

It took over four minutes for his stream to slow back down, and then ANOTHER full minute before he was completely finished. Over a day’s worth of piss finally released, and Vegeta felt so much lighter that he stumbled as he put his clothing back together again.

He had to wait a few more minutes for Kakarot to return, long enough for him to start feeling embarrassed by the size of the foaming puddle he’d made in the grass, rather than prideful. It was so huge and obvious! A clear indication that he’d NEEDED to go, that he’d NEEDED to do something, and that his body had a LIMIT.

If Kakarot commented on it…

But, of course, he DID. “Wow, poor Vegeta…” Kakarot said, looking down at the immense pool of liquid Vegeta had formed. “You REALLY had to pee, that musta hurt!”

“Alright,” Vegeta snapped. “Let’s fight, I’m gonna make you regret your words!”

***

Vegeta and Kakarot never spoke of the problem again, which Vegeta was very grateful for. He actually believed Kakarot HAD seriously just forgotten about it like he’d predicted. He was also certain Kakarot hadn’t mentioned it to anyone else, since no one ever made any type of comment to him about it.

He did seem to be lucking out a lot, too. Vegeta would hold it in for ages like he always did if he was around Kakarot and the others, but they always had a reason to leave him alone right around when his limit was approaching. Kakarot would say he sensed something, or mention a new training location, and they’d head off, granting Vegeta the opportunity to say he’d catch up in a minute and relieve himself without anyone knowing.

There were still incidents, of course. When he found out he was going to become a father, that… stupid, maddening feeling lingered around him nearly 24/7. He actually ended up leaving Earth for a bit to try to get away from it. He managed to attain Super Saiyan form in space, but the way he did it was so humiliating that he had to come up with a lie to tell others.

He’d been training and trying to block out all thoughts of what was happening on Earth, all thoughts of his child— NOT his child, not really. He could just disappear forever, he could just never go back to Earth…

Inevitably, he had to relieve himself, and was glad he was training on a planet that was literally deserted. Certain he couldn’t have any problems when he was COMPLETELY alone, he tried to just let it out.

But, that feeling had followed him from Earth, and it twisted and tangled its way around him, preventing him from urinating.

He’d gotten frustrated, but decided to wait and try again later when he needed to go worse.

Later, the same thing happened.

And then again.

And again.

After he’d gone two entire days without voiding in spite of his complete solitude, something in him snapped like it never had before and his body became flooded with new endorphins and a very powerful anger.

The first time he went Super Saiyan, it was because he was more furious at his disobedient bladder than he’d ever been at anything else before in his life— Which was saying a LOT.

He was finally able to go after that, leading him to discover that the urine of a Super Saiyan steams.

He ended up going back to Earth, if only to show Kakarot that he was no longer the only Super Saiyan that existed. He tried his best not to even entertain the idea that the birth of his son had had anything to do with his decision.

His problem REALLY kicked up later, when he was training inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. A person could spend one year inside of it while only a single day passed on the outside, making it the perfect place to train to fight their next foe. Vegeta insisted on going in alone, taking care to emphasize that he only wanted to do it that way because HE could handle such a place without anyone alongside him— It had NOTHING to do with not wanting to spend an entire year locked up in a place with another person when he didn’t know what the restroom situation would be!

But, that add to the amount of time needed for everyone to get a turn. Vegeta HAD to go with someone, and apparently something about the look on his face must have jogged Kakarot’s memory.

He gave his first indication that he DID, in fact, recall Vegeta’s problem. “Oh, you’re worried about—“

“—About the other person distracting me, yes!” Vegeta interrupted.

Kakarot told him to head in with the time traveler, whom Vegeta had learned was actually his son from the future. Perhaps Kakarot was thinking Vegeta would have fewer problems around someone that was technically family, but the opposite was true.

Vegeta didn’t know if the version of himself from Trunks’s timeline had ever made mention of the problem to the boy. He didn’t know if Trunks had ever just figured it out somehow. He didn’t know if Trunks KNEW, and that drove him nuts. And, of course, he couldn’t just ask. If he said something, and Trunks actually DIDN’T know, then he would have admitted the issue for no reason!

The first time Trunks needed a pee break, Vegeta was assailed on all sides by that irritating feeling, certain that Trunks was talking about pissing just to embarrass him— Certain that Trunks KNEW.

Vegeta was unable to relieve himself any time that Trunks was awake. No matter how far away from the toilet Trunks was, Vegeta couldn’t even bring himself to approach it unless he was asleep. Vegeta became painfully desperate a number of times, but he endured every single throb.

After the Cell Game and Kakarot’s death, and in the years of peace that followed, there weren’t many incidents, but he did actually admit his problem to someone; Bulma. When Trunks was a toddler, the woman just would NOT stop nagging him about getting the brat potty trained. He insisted that this task was HER job, and NOT his, but that just made her shout at him more.

She made him follow all the stupid steps in the parenting book she’d gotten. And he DID follow them, he used the ugly sticker chart, he put Trunks on the potty every half hour, he told him he’d done a good job when he used it. The only thing he DIDN’T follow was the part that said it was helpful for the child to see its same-sex parent go. Even a toddler— Even his OWN toddler— was someone Vegeta could never urinate in front of. The young Trunks just reminded Vegeta too much of the adult version from the future he’d gotten to know. And of the nerve wracking year in the time chamber with him, where he’d become so convinced that he knew Vegeta’s inadequacy and was judging him for it.

Bulma realized he was skipping that step of the process and started badgering him to do it. After Trunks had a few accidents, she INSISTED that he follow EVERY part of the book. Vegeta had refused and absolutely wouldn’t tell her why. “What? Do you want everyone to believe that the Prince of all Saiyans doesn’t pee?!” She snapped mockingly.

Vegeta didn’t respond, hating that that kind of WAS how this whole problem had gotten started in the first place.

“It’s not like I’M gonna watch you,” Bulma said. “He’s just two, he won’t even remember it! Set your pride aside for—“

“It’s something else!”

“Really.”

Vegeta blanched, cupping a hand over his mouth, unwilling to believe what he’d just said.

“Well?” Bulma asked, impatient. “Care to tell me what it is?”

Vegeta looked away, started for the door.

“Oh no, you aren’t leaving,” Bulma gripped his arm.

“I could launch you halfway across the galax—“

“But, you’re not going to,” Bulma said, and the certainty in her tone was just so… So… Infuriating! “You’re going to tell me what— Why is your face so red?”

“I— It’s not!” Vegeta insisted. “But, I’m not doing what you’ve—“

“Why.”

“Because I ca—“ Vegeta gulped down hard. No. He would NEVER say those words. “It’s difficult for me to… do THAT if someone is—“

“Oh…” Bulma blinked at him. She certainly hadn’t been expecting THAT. But, looking back, she realized she hadn’t ever seen him pee… Or even head into the restroom. Come to think of it, when DID he go?!

“If you tell anyone, I’ll—“

“I’m not going to,” Bulma said.

And she didn’t, thankfully. Unthankfully, she did seem to think it was pretty funny herself. She discovered that it was an easy button to push, any mention of it and Vegeta would skulk off angrily and not come back for hours. It was a simple way to get some alone time. “You’ve destroyed planets, but…” and here she would snort a laugh. “But, a urinal is too much for you!”

And Vegeta would stomp away, go to the gravity chamber and build his muscles until he could barely think anymore. Blasted woman… The urinal was, by far, the worst invention the Earthlings had ever come up with! This was the only planet he’d been on that had such things. On CIVILIZED planets, if toilets existed they were always in private rooms, as they SHOULD be.

Bulma did eventually tire of making jokes at his expense, though. Or at least, there were fewer occasions where she’d want to drive him away.

After the defeat of Buu and Kakarot’s return to the world of the living, Vegeta had a slightly irritating concern that continually gnawed at the back of his brain. Kakarot and Bulma were the only two beings alive who knew of his problem. Bulma was also Kakarot’s oldest friend. What if the two of them ever got together and talked about ‘it’?!

Even with no sign that the two HAD discussed it, Vegeta was unable to stop thinking about the possibility, and the shame grew.

It grew so much that, when Kakarot invited him to spar again for the first time since he’d come back to life, Vegeta had another terrible instance of desperation. The awful, twitchy feeling had been flooding his whole body, preventing him from getting relief even at home, and even when he couldn’t sense any person’s chi near the door to the restroom. In spite of being totally alone and free to urinate, his bladder just remained welded shut. And, because he couldn’t go, he was hit with wave after wave of shame over how he couldn’t go, which made it more impossible to go. It was a cycle he’d grown accustomed to, and he knew the only solution was to wait it out.

Just like that day years ago, Vegeta had no intention of standing Kakarot up. It had been ages since he’d last emptied his bladder and he was deeply uncomfortable, but he was used to that as well. Needing to urinate was the norm for him, that was why he could typically ignore it for so long. The pressure was always there, always throbbing away between his hips, and he could live with it. He had to live with it. He always had.

He flew to Kakarot’s home, realizing that he’d gotten a bit better at flying with a bloated bladder. After the days he’d spent sparring with Trunks in the time chamber while his insides were full to bursting, his body must have gotten used to doing strenuous things while holding back the tide.

***

Goku waved to Vegeta after he spotted him in the sky. He was so excited for today, it had been so long since he’d gotten to fight with his friend— Especially just for fun! They didn’t have any great evil to prepare for, no new foe to face, they were just going to spend time together. He hoped Vegeta was looking forward to this as much as he was!

Goku was positive Vegeta really DID consider him a friend now, he just didn’t like to admit it. Vegeta was silly like that, he didn’t like to share his feelings— His real ones, anyway. He kept those hidden. That was why Goku was glad they’d had to fuse to fight Buu, because when they were fused, Goku had heard all of Vegeta’s true thoughts, including the ones about how they were friends.

Vegeta landed, and Goku noticed the shaking in his left leg straight away. His brow furrowed. Ever since that day years ago when they’d been preparing for the androids, Goku hadn’t forgotten about Vegeta’s pee issue. He always quietly paid attention to Vegeta’s mannerisms and posture, concerned that his friend might manage to injure himself outside of battle simply by holding it too long.

He’d sort of learned how Vegeta acted when he had to go. He started to get shaky and twitchy, he’d look like he was buzzing, his fists would clench needlessly, his feet would tap… Goku was impressed with himself for being able to tell before Vegeta’s need got so bad that he had to do the embarrassing dance he’d seen him do THAT day.

And, because Goku could tell when Vegeta’s urge was just STARTING to get serious, he kept coming up with excuses to get everyone AWAY from Vegeta for a bit so he could pee. He was even prouder that he’d been able to do that SO many times without ONCE accidentally telling someone what his real goal was.

He’d even been kind of worried the last few years that, with him not around, Vegeta had been having more difficulty getting privacy.

He, of course, recognized Vegeta’s current tension for what it was. Something must have been preventing him from peeing for a while. And, any other day, Goku would be able to help pretty quickly. Any other day, he’d tell Vegeta that Chi-Chi wanted something and head inside. Then, he’d tell Chi-Chi, Gohan and Goten that he wanted them to come fishing with him or something, so they’d all leave the house. The house vacant, Vegeta could go in and relieve himself.

But, today, the toilet was broken. Goku had offered to fix it, except Chi-Chi had just gotten this horrified look on her face and said that she’d have her dad come over to do it instead. He wouldn’t be there for a few more hours.

So now, faced with his uncomfortable friend, Goku wasn’t sure what to do. Maybe if he just went inside for a few minutes, Vegeta would be okay using a tree? Or were they too close to the house for that to work?

“Vegeta—“

“Are you ready to fight me or not, Kakarot?” Vegeta interrupted. “Let’s go.”

***

Vegeta followed Kakarot down the same trail they’d taken many times. Tension flared up inside him as it struck him exactly how bad he had to go. He generally monitored his fluid intake very carefully, to forestall an emergency for as long as possible. But, since he’d been spending time at home and the world was so peaceful, he hadn’t thought anything would happen to keep him from going when he wanted, so he’d been drinking enough to actually quench his thirst.

He hadn’t expected his own traitorous emotions to plug his bladder closed even when granted the utmost solitude. His need for the bathroom had increased in just the short time it had taken him to fly here. He could already feel the stretching sensation, the weight in his lower abdomen pushing out and forwards. There was even a warning thrum creeping steadily up his back, an indication that the worst pain of all would befall him soon if he didn’t find some way to get this taken care of.

He dreaded that sensation. It had been a while since he’d last let it get that bad, but he’d never forget how it felt. Ten million chi blasts straight into his kidneys, before they were lit on fire and rubbed with salt. Right now, his back was merely stinging, but soon he knew, it would be torturing him.

They arrived at the clearing, and Vegeta tried to convince himself that he could still fight this way. Since the back pain was still only mild, instead of excruciating, that meant he could keep going.

Kakarot stood at the other side of the clearing, paused, and said “Whoops, I hear Chi-Chi calling me. Do you mind waiting here for a few minutes?”

He didn’t wait for a response before taking off.

Vegeta stood there, shifting his weight uncertainly. He hadn’t heard Chi-Chi at all, and his hearing was JUST as good as Kakarot’s!

Maybe the rush of urine in his ears was blocking out all other noise, though. 

At least he was alone now, he could give his bladder one more chance to empty itself while he waited. He stood at a tree and readied himself to go, trying to take steady breaths, trying to calm himself, trying to chase away that… feeling which didn’t even belong on the same planet as him!

Last week, Bulma and Kakarot had been together. What had they talked about? Had they talked about him? Had they laughed at him?

Vegeta’s bladder screamed, knotting itself up into a tangled mess, squeezing in all directions. He just wanted all of this fluid gone, it was too much, it hurt. He wanted to be able to destroy Kakarot today… Okay, maybe not ‘destroy’, but knock him out at least. He couldn’t fight like this, he couldn’t fight when his entire midsection became one, big weak-spot and even the smallest hit would make him crumple over in defeat.

“Dammit… Dammit…” He muttered. “I’ve had more than enough of this…”

***

After about ten minutes of wandering around the forest, Goku figured Vegeta was probably finished. He strode back towards the clearing, satisfied once more that he’d managed to help his friend out without embarrassing him. Except, when he reached the clearing, he saw Vegeta huddling up near a tree, still twitching and trembling like he did when he was bursting to go. “Vegeta…?”

Vegeta jumped back, hurriedly fumbling with his clothes, face tinted bright red.

That was odd… He hadn’t even sensed Goku’s chi? Goku hadn’t been trying to suppress it at all, Vegeta must have been really focused on… Other things.

“K—Kakarot!” Vegeta exclaimed. “Took you long enough. What? You feeling scared?”

“Vegeta, are you oka—“

“Just fine!” Vegeta snapped. “Let’s—“ His voice broke at the same moment his legs snapped painfully together, ankles rubbing. “Let’s—“

“I don’t want to embarrass you, but do you have to pee?”

Vegeta went silent and turned away. Goku watched him standing there, knees anxiously knocking, upper body growing tenser and tenser.

“Guess that’s a yes…?”

“Kakarot, I’m not talking about this with the likes of you,” Vegeta said firmly. “Whether or not I need to… ‘pee’, as you put it, is no concern of yours.”

“I’m just worried. I left so you’d have privacy, but you still need to go?”

Vegeta’s heart beat rapidly. Kakarot had been able to tell right away like that? How… How long had he been able to pick up on the ‘signs’ so easily?

Kakarot was… He was a highly trained and experienced fighter. He knew how to anticipate an opponent’s movement, he knew how to analyze each and every thing they did, no matter how small.

Of course he could notice something like THIS in someone he battled so often. Kakarot could probably tell that Vegeta had to relieve himself from the very first second the urge hit him.

Kakarot knew what was going on— He knew every last, little detail— There was no sense in trying to deny it. “I have had some difficulties today, but you shouldn’t concern yourself.”

Goku disagreed. “Well, I’m not going to fight you when you have this going on,” he said. “We have to get IT taken care of first.”

“Kakar—“

“What is it? Did it get worse while I was gone? Can you not go outside anym—“

“I can go outside if no one is near me!”

“Was I too close? Could you still sense m—“

“No, I just haven’t been able to go today,” Vegeta said. “That happens sometimes.”

Goku stared at him, dumbfounded. How could he SAY something like that as if it were normal? Vegeta regularly just had… Had days where he couldn’t pee? Did he just wait them out, accept it for what it was? “Because… Nobody leaves you alone? Or…”

“I don’t know why,” Vegeta lied. He knew exactly why. He knew it was because of the things he thought about, and the way those things made him feel. Kakarot didn’t even DESERVE to know that, though. His bladder pulsated so viciously and violently that his hands were forced against his crotch. His entire body burned with sick humiliation.

Goku didn’t feel comfortable fighting Vegeta like this, nor did he want to send his friend home until after this was resolved. He wished he could think of some kind of solution, but since he didn’t even know WHY Vegeta was struggling so much, that was hard to do.

He wished he could just pee FOR Vegeta. Goku never had trouble getting it out, it was EASY for him. It was too bad there was no way to trade bladders with him for a minute!

Wait.

They couldn’t swap organs, but they could do something kind of similar! There actually WAS a way Goku could take care of Vegeta’s need for him! “Vegeta, we have to fuse.”

Vegeta glowered, not even looking up from his tapping feet. “WHY exactly? There is no one to defeat.”

“Not to fight…” Kakarot said. “I meant… Maybe we should just fuse.”

Vegeta, for the first time in ages, managed to go still. He stared at the other, wondering if he’d heard correctly. “Why would I just fuse with you? Especially NOW of all times?”

“When we’re fused, we combine abilities, right?” Kakarot said. “And, since I don’t have any trouble peeing—“

“Are you kidding me? If I have difficulty doing this with you NEAR me, why the Hell would it be easier if I’m FUSED with you?!”

“Like I said, because I don’t have that problem.”

Was Kakarot trying to imply that he was even better at PISSING than Vegeta was?! Was he trying to say that he’d surpassed his rival even at the most basic of functions?! “So, because you lack the pride of a Saiyan and are willing to disgrace yourse—“

“I don’t think it’s disgraceful. You shouldn’t, either. This is probably why you have so much troub—“

“Kakarot, just be quiet,” Vegeta grumbled. “I don’t want to discuss this matter any further. You probably don’t even have the earrings, do you?”

“No,” Kakarot admitted. “But, that isn’t the only way to fuse.”

“If you think I’m going to do that ridiculous dance—“

“You’ve already been doing a dance for a while,” Kakarot pointed out.

“… Consider yourself very lucky that my hands are needed elsewhere.”

Vegeta’s words did pose a problem to Goku, though. Was Vegeta capable of performing the fusion dance at the moment? He was hunched, shaking and didn’t even look like he could WALK very well without some type of assistance. His odds of success were going to plummet the longer he waited, too. “We should go ahead and try it now, if we’re Gogeta, I’m sure we can do this.”

“Absolutely not,” Vegeta scoffed. “The last thing I need is to be STUCK with you. This plan is moronic.” He kept denying the offer, kept insisting it wouldn’t work. But, inside his body was searing, bladder pulling out all the stops to try and convince him that it WAS a good idea. Kakarot COULD piss just about anywhere, having Kakarot get rid of all this liquid FOR him would feel a lot better than continuing to squirm and writhe against it.

The aches in his back continued their upward climb, growing sharper and more acidic. They burned and stung at him, the area beneath his ribs igniting with a serious raging fire. The pain kept moving, spreading out to encompass his entire abdomen. He could no longer feel Kakarot’s chi, even though they were right beside one another; The horrid torture taking place inside his body overpowered all other sensations.

Still, he refused to acquiesce to Kakarot’s suggestion.

His refusal lasted only about ten more seconds before the worst thing imaginable happened. The burning stabs in his kidneys increased ten-fold, and stings of heat moved down through him, so fast he couldn’t react. Next thing he knew, his sphincters were twitching, shuddering, being battered by a tremendous pressure… And he leaked.

He actually leaked.

For the first time in many, many years, a small unwanted spurt of urine seeped into Vegeta’s clothing. He swore his heart actually stopped for a second, he tightened his grip and nothing else seemed to be slipping out, but… He’d still— He’d wet himself. Just a little, yet still too much for him to tolerate. The world seemed to spin as his mind processed the disgraceful, awful thing he’d just done, and tried to come up with a way to prevent any further humiliation from taking place.

He hadn’t let enough out for anyone else to see, but what if he leaked again? He had to get everything out properly before more spilled on its own. Except, he hadn’t been able to go here in the forest, and he didn’t know if he could… If he could ‘make it’ anywhere else at this point. He had to get this taken care of right where he was, and if HIS body wasn’t going to let him do it, maybe that meant he needed a different one.

“Fine…” he said at last. “We can try fusing.”

When they’d learned to fuse to defeat Janemba, their first attempt had gone awry as Vegeta had performed the dance incorrectly. The main reason he’d messed it up was because of how vehemently he didn’t WANT to fuse. The dance was humiliating, being stuck with Kakarot was infuriating, the whole thing was beneath him!

The dance he was doing now, desperately trying to stop any further leakage, was doubtlessly even more embarrassing than the stupid fusion one. Furthermore, loathe as he was to admit it, Vegeta really DID want to fuse this time— He wanted to do anything that could potentially get rid of the roaring flames blazing inside his kidneys.

Performing the fusion dance was not easy, however. His legs didn’t want to come apart, and when he finally managed to pry them away from one another, he felt a droplet collecting on his tip. It took everything he had not to yell at Kakarot to hurry up.

Goku watched Vegeta’s movements, and was surprised with how seriously he seemed to be taking the fusion dance this time. His discomfort and irritation was visible on his face, but he DID seem to be putting a real effort into performing the steps correctly, ensuring that they were able to properly form Gogeta on their first try.

For the first second, the fusion just stood there as both its counterparts struggled to adjust to new feelings.

Goku could barely believe what he was experiencing. His mind scrambled, trying to come up with anything he could compare it to. Maybe, if he had on all his weighted clothing, and the massive turtle shell Roshi had had him wear when he was younger, AND was inside the gravity chamber, maybe all of that would equal how heavy his bladder suddenly felt.

Vegeta felt an increase in pain. Very slight, but noticeable. A few more cups of liquid had just been dumped into the ocean he’d already been holding. His need ratcheted up a bit faster than what he was used to. He knew what was happening; Apparently when he and Kakarot fused, any liquid in either of their bladders would be transported into Gogeta’s. So, he was now holding onto everything he’d been enduring all day, as well as Kakarot’s piss.

‘That is utterly revolting,’ Vegeta thought. ‘Kakarot, why didn’t you go before we did this?!’

‘I didn’t want to make you feel worse.’

Vegeta was able to hear Kakarot’s response. He’d accepted that he and Kakarot would be capable of listening to one another’s thoughts while they were fused, but it still made him uncomfortable. What happened in his mind was his own business, and it drove him nuts that Kakarot could LITERALLY get inside his head.

‘Well, you DID, I can’t believe we’re sharing—‘

A groan escaped from Gogeta’s lips as he bent forwards, holding himself tightly. A violent spasm tore through him, agony encompassing his entire lower body.

‘Ah— Vegeta, this hurts!’ Goku thought. He was used to being in pain, he was used to being hit with all sorts of attacks, having his bones broken, being electrocuted… He wasn’t used to his own insides fighting against him so vehemently. Even when he’d gotten sick, the feeling hadn’t matched this. ‘Why do I feel it in my back?!’

Gogeta’s body trembled, his legs shaking as they uselessly crossed against one another. It was a strain to remain upright, the liquid stretching him out and trying to drag him to his knees.

‘Is this how it always feels?!’

Vegeta tried to make his mind go blank, he didn’t want to answer Kakarot, even by accident. And WHY did he have to think THAT word right now?!

‘Hey, we’re not gonna have an accident, Vegeta!’ Goku assured. ‘Just need to make it a few steps! And, I’m sorry that you feel like this every time you have to—‘

‘SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. I’M NOT LISTENING.’

Gogeta took one step forwards, agony rippling throughout his body, pressure amplifying in torturous waves. “Nnnh—!”

Vegeta kept trying to still his mind, but it was impossible. Thoughts pinged through him, each one its own humiliation. ‘The only good thing about fusing is supposed to be how powerful we are! Now we can barely walk!’, ‘Kakarot better be right about this working, I’m not sure how much longer I can endure this!’, and— the most embarrassing of them all— ‘I have to void! I have to void so damn badly!’

His only saving grace was that Kakarot seemed unaccustomed to holding anywhere NEAR this amount. What thoughts of his Vegeta could hear were panicked, garbled and incoherent. ‘Can’t hold— Gotta— I’m gonna— Few more steps— Ahhh!— I have to— It hurts— I need— NOW.’

And then, another idea forced itself into Vegeta’s brain, he tried not to pay attention to it, tried to ignore it and make it go away, make it go away before Kakarot was able to—

‘Heh, you’re probably RIGHT, Vegeta— A holding contest WOULD be a good way for you to beat me at something!’

DAMMIT. And why did he have to sound so upbeat about it?!

Gogeta had finally arrived in front of the bushes, and he was BEYOND ready to start using them. He was actually worried that he’d manage to kill the bush by pouring too much fluid on it.

Well. The Goku parts of him were worried about that anyway. The Vegeta parts were just infuriated that he had even brought it up.

Gogeta’s hand started to work at his pants, but before he could free himself, his hand suddenly froze, shook and refused to budge.

Goku started to panic when he realized he could no longer move Gogeta’s hand. He tried to take control of the other one, but that one wouldn’t react to his commands, either. Maybe the desperation was somehow going to force them to un-fuse early? Could that even be possible? After the beatings they’d taken in this form, how could a need to pee be the thing that made them come apart?

The hands did move again a few seconds later, but not in the way Goku had hoped.

Gogeta dug his hands urgently between his thighs, gripping his aching member as pressure scorched through his length.

Goku tried to move them away, but they only squeezed harder and harder. ‘Vegeta, are YOU able to move our hands?’

‘Y—Yes, and— This is so embarrassing…’

‘You just need to aim, then! Hurry!’

Vegeta knew Kakarot was right, if he simply freed Gogeta’s dick, there would be SOME chance—however small— that this pressure would go away. But there was just— If this was his and Kakarot’s body fused together, then— It wasn’t like they’d ever had a REASON to… To look THERE while fused before, and—

‘Vegeta, this is not the time to worry about—‘

‘Stay out of my thoughts, Kakarot.’

‘If we don’t get this done before thirty minutes are up, then I won’t be able to help you—‘

‘I don’t need your help!’ Vegeta shouted inside his mind, trying to drown out all of the other thoughts. The other, awful, terrible thoughts that Kakarot should never, ever hear. But, he could hear them. He could hear all of Vegeta’s thoughts, his REAL ones, his REAL feelings. He could not keep a secret from someone that had literally become a part of him.

So, all Goku could hear was ’I need you to help! I want you to! If I don’t void, I’ll explode!’

‘Of course I’ll help. But, that does mean you’ll have to…’

Suddenly, Goku was able to manipulate Gogeta’s body again.

Gogeta finally pulled himself out and aimed between his feet.

Vegeta didn’t want to look at what they were now holding in their hands. He didn’t want the sight to give him some inkling of what Kakarot’s dick looked like. But, if they DID manage to urinate this way, he didn’t want Gogeta to splash himself, either. After all, once the thirty minutes were up, what if the wet spot remained visible on him? So, he didn’t try to force Gogeta’s eyes shut.

He could see that Gogeta’s member was actually somewhat shorter than his own. So, wait, did that mean he’d beaten Kakarot at something ages ago and just hadn’t known? Some confidence entered him then and he started to think that maybe he COULD pee out here like this—

‘Oh, I guess it’s smaller than both of ours,’ Kakarot’s thoughts broke Vegeta’s concentration. ‘Weird.’

‘Shut up and… And just make us…’

Goku tried. Really, he’d expected piss to start jetting out of Gogeta’s tip the second it was exposed. Goku had certainly never needed to pee this badly before, and usually when he had an emergency, he was gushing as soon as his clothes were out of the way. Maybe Vegeta getting curious about their body had distracted both of them from—

‘I WAS NOT CURIOUS.’

Goku realized that it was probably all on him to make Gogeta pee. Vegeta couldn’t, after all. The thing was, Goku had never actually needed to CONCENTRATE on urinating. He’d always just stand there and let it happen, it wasn’t something he had to think about. This time, though, he DID have to think about it.

It was startling, he had to pee SO bad, he felt like liquid was going to gush from his ears at any second, but when he forced Gogeta’s body to go still, ceased all the desperate fidgeting intended to keep the fluid at bay, nothing actually happened. Just, continued fullness and an urge to start squirming again.

‘Mmm, okay…’ Goku thought. Maybe it was because this wasn’t the body he was used to? Like, whatever connections usually happened inside himself when it was time to pee weren’t lining up the same way? Well, he’d learned how to control things within himself before— And, he was able to control Gogeta’s chi, he could do this the same way.

He concentrated on the pressure, willing it to move downwards. There was a pinching feeling around the base of Gogeta’s cock, a weight seeming to shift, but then the feeling vanished, and not one drop managed to emerge.

All the while, Goku could hear Vegeta’s thoughts, and they were panicked and nervous and not at all the sorts of things that came out of his mouth. That was something Goku had discovered the very first time they fused. What Vegeta SAID and what Vegeta FELT sometimes didn’t match. The same was true now. Earlier, he’d been insistent that he could hold it and that it wasn’t bothering him too much, but inside his mind…

‘This isn’t working! I still can’t go! But, I can’t just NOT go, it feels like I’ll burst! What the Hell can I do? This is pathetic! It’s a basic function, and there aren’t supposed to be things I can’t do! This was a mistake. Kakarot knows so much now, he knows that I really can’t piss. He knows how bad it is. He even knows how it FEELS. Why did I agree to this? This is humiliating, and I can’t even go. I can’t, I can’t—‘

‘I’m sure you can!’ Goku thought.

‘Kakarot, not now—‘

‘You can, though,’ Goku reiterated. ‘If we stay fused, we can definitely do this. The problem is you’re thinking about me too much.’

‘You’re right THERE.’

‘You keep worrying about what I’m thinking, and if I’m judging you and stuff.’

‘I’m no—‘

‘I can hear all your thoughts,’ Goku reminded. ‘I know what you’re feeling. And… And you can hear everything I’M thinking, so you KNOW that I’m NOT judging you!’

‘Bullshit, you think this is hilariou—‘

‘I don’t. Focus for a second and actually listen.’

Vegeta tried. He tried one more time to clear his brain, to only pay attention to what he could hear. Truthfully, he was surprised Kakarot even HAD that many thoughts.

‘This must be awful for Vegeta. Feeling this way for just five minutes has been so painful. It’s too bad this plan isn’t working, I was sure it would… Ahhh, I need to pee so bad! Oof, if Vegeta has to go through this all the time, he must be even stronger than I thought.’

Hss…

A thin stream of urine started to emerge, flowing to the ground between Gogeta’s feet.

Vegeta could still hear Kakarot’s thoughts, which were now more garbled than ever, exclamations of relief and moaning sounds. ‘Ahhh…. This feels so good! So much better! Ohhhh…’

Vegeta focused all his energy on not allowing similar statements to enter his own mind. But this just… It just felt so amazing. The loss of tension, the slow, gentle easing of the pressure, the comfort of it all finally being over…

Goku kept enjoying the sensation of so much fluid finally being emptied. He’d never felt desperation to that degree before, so he’d never felt relief this powerfully either. He easily compared it to the feeling he got when he flew, that sense of weightlessness. He liked to think that every awful thing had to have some good aspect to it, and THIS had to be it for Vegeta’s problem. Even if his sparring partner had to hold it in until he was experiencing a torturous amount of need, at least he got to feel THIS afterwards.

He realized that was probably an odd thought to have. He hoped Vegeta hadn’t heard it… But, Vegeta seemed to be lost in his own world now, nothing in his mind aside from the pleasure of this release.

‘Ahhhhh… Finally, finally… That’s so much better… Ahhhh… Thank you, Kakarot, thank you so much, I couldn’t take it anymore…. Ahhh…’

‘Oh. Wow,’ Goku thought. ‘Has he ever thanked me like that before…?’ He began to wonder exactly how long this pee was going to last. He remembered the incident from years ago where Vegeta had told him not to come back for ‘ten minutes’ while he urinated. Vegeta couldn’t actually take THAT long to finish going, right?

But, this HAD been going on for about two minutes already, longer than any of Goku’s most desperate releases had ever lasted. And, the bladder they were sharing STILL felt awfully full. He didn’t MIND that it was lasting so long, it felt so good that he wanted it to continue, he just hoped they’d be finished before their half hour was up. He didn’t know what would happen if they un-fused in the middle of a piss. Would they both just wet themselves?

‘It doesn’t take THAT long for me to finish,’ Vegeta thought irritably. ‘Usually only five minutes.’

‘WHAT?!’

‘Saiyan bladders are far larger than—‘

‘But, I’m a Saiyan too, and I’ve never peed for five minutes!’

Vegeta tried to focus all of his attention on the intense relief still spilling from him, but his brain refused to be silent. ‘Of all the things I could have finally beaten him at, why did it need to be THIS?’

‘Yeah, you definitely DO have me beat here,’ Goku agreed. ‘I never even thought about training THOSE muscles.’

It actually took a few seconds LONGER than five minutes for Gogeta’s bladder to fully drain, and he panted with satisfaction as he put his clothing back together.

The problem now was that Vegeta and Goku had to wait a few more minutes before they would separate, leaving them both alone with their thoughts, and imprisoning Vegeta in a world of awkwardness.

‘I feel better,’ Goku informed.

‘Shut up…’ Underneath those words, Goku could hear. ‘I feel better, too.’

‘I guess I need to train my bladder. I didn’t know I was supposed to be able to hold that much.’

‘… Kakarot, there is no way I’m going to be able to say this once we un-fuse. And if you ever tell anyone I even THOUGHT it—‘

‘What?’

‘Thank you.’

They separated a few minutes later, and Vegeta tried not to visibly cringe when he was able to feel the clammy dampness between his thighs again. He couldn’t believe he’d actually leaked… No matter how small the dribble may have been, it was entirely unacceptable. It wasn’t visible on his clothing, but just HIM knowing it was there was enough.

“You’re welcome,” Goku said.

“I didn’t thank you.”

“You did.”

“Didn’t. Never will.”

***

Vegeta’s problem had worsened.

He supposed that most people would actually say it had IMPROVED because he was capable of relieving himself in front of another now. But, as far as HE was concerned, it was now worse than it had ever been.

Vegeta could finally go in front of someone else.

But, he could only go in front of one SPECIFIC ‘someone else’.

The sole being alive whom Vegeta could empty his bladder in front of was Kakarot, because he was now CERTAIN that Kakarot didn’t judge him for his problem, or for needing to go.

Vegeta could pee in front of Kakarot, and absolutely no one else.

And that was just terrible.

It was terrible because it meant that, at times, when he was desperate and unable to let anything out, a solution now existed. And Vegeta HATED the solution with every fiber of his being.

He hated that, whenever his bladder brought him to the brink of insanity, whenever the pain became too unbearable, or the fullness within him made it impossible to accomplish other tasks… He would force himself to approach Kakarot, he would force himself to mumble to Kakarot that he needed to go, and he would then force himself to allow Kakarot to stand near him and keep watch for anyone else until he was finished urinating.

What he hated most of all was having to hear Kakarot say ‘Good job!’ afterwards, and that no matter HOW many times Vegeta screamed at him to never, ever say that again, it just kept happening.

Why did it have to be Kakarot?

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Guess I'm continuing this after all. This chapter's mostly focused on Gohan, since I had some headcanons for him as well, and realized he'd be able to figure out Vegeta's problem pretty easily if he thought about it for long enough.

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The thing about being put through tons of rigid, harsh, intense training starting from the age of four is that it tends to instill a lot of habits that are tough to break. It’s hard to go back to ‘normal’ when ‘normal’ has always been synonymous with strict schedules and constantly being pushed beyond the limit.

After the defeat of Cell, when Gohan was told he was finally going to get to live as a regular kid, at least for a bit, it took him ages to adjust to a lot of things. His sleeping pattern was completely messed up. When he was four and Piccolo had left him to fend for himself in the desert, the night was always more dangerous than the day. For a time, he was more-or-less nocturnal. He rested when the sun was out and there was less chance of something sneaking up on him in the dark. He hunted at night.

Then, when Piccolo returned and started to actually train him, Gohan was only permitted to enjoy the bare minimum of sleep required to keep him functioning. Every other moment had to be put towards preparing for the saiyans.

Namek had messed with his internal clock as well. It was a planet with three suns, and a ‘day’ was far longer there than it was on Earth. When he did sleep, it was never restful, not with Frieza and his army around. Then, preparing for the androids, it was back to constantly training with Dad, and Gohan’s ‘free’ time was being taken up by doing school work for Mom. Hardly any time for sleep.

Follow that with a year in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, where day and night were indistinguishable from one another, and Gohan really just never learned how to put his body to sleep at the proper times.

After Cell’s death, it took him months to be able to go to bed before three in the morning or wake up before two in the afternoon.

His Mom, at least, was understanding of that. Though, she believed his broken sleep schedule was more due to a barrage of nightmares than anything else. She was even grateful for his odd hours when it meant that he was willing to stay up with baby Goten when he got fussy. Gohan was still getting all of his schoolwork done, so it was fine.

The other habit that Gohan struggled to break was a bigger problem to Mom, though.

When Piccolo had been training Gohan, a major issue arose in the fact that Gohan needed to take short ‘breaks’ an awful lot. He was little, and he’d spent months alone in the desert, relieving himself whenever he pleased so long as he was sure that the smell wouldn’t attract any wild beasts. He got used to not having to hold it. Very often, Gohan would start to wriggle and whine, telling Piccolo that he needed to pee and couldn’t wait.

Piccolo would always TELL him to wait, though. “Rest-time is later,” he’d say. “We can’t waste a second now.”

Inevitably, Gohan’s fighting ability would deplete since he could do little more than cross his legs and jump up and down. Not long after, he’d wet his clothes and have to struggle not to cry with embarrassment. Piccolo would always scold him afterwards, tell him that he needed to toughen up every part of his body.

But then, after a while, Piccolo saw that everything else about Gohan was definitely getting MUCH stronger. His punches were more powerful, he was a lot faster, he could fire chi blasts with ease… But, he was still peeing himself as often as he had at the beginning.

One night when they were resting, Piccolo decided to speak to him about it. “It appears I may have made a mistake.”

Gohan frowned and tensed up. “Am I not doing good enough?” He asked fearfully.

“No,” Piccolo said. “You’re progressing as I expected… For the most part. I think I was just wrong about something. The issue with you always… Releasing water onto yourself.”

Gohan blushed and looked away. “I always try not to! I promise!”

“I know,” Piccolo assured him. “See, I don’t let out water like you do.”

“I’ll be able to hold it like you eventua—“

“Not what I meant,” Piccolo interrupted. “I meant, I don’t do it at all. I never have.”

“Oh…” Gohan said. That made sense, he supposed. He didn’t know what exactly Piccolo was, but he clearly wasn’t a human. He’d also never seen Piccolo urinate or display any need to do so, but had assumed that meant he was just really good at holding it in. “I think my wiener would fall off if I didn’t pee…”

Piccolo sighed. “I don’t have a ‘wiener’.”

“… Is that why you’re always so mad?”

“Gohan…” Piccolo groaned. “Look, I thought that with enough training, you would cease needing to release water. Or at least, you’d need it less frequently. However, with how much stronger the rest of your body has gotten… Does it cause you discomfort? Distraction?”

Gohan nodded. “It hurts if I wait too long, and then I can’t think about anything else.”

“Is that why you start jumping around so much?”

“Yeah…”

“Alright,” Piccolo decided. “Since it seems this is hindering your training, I’ll give you a short break every few hours.”

Gohan felt immensely better after that. He was pleased to learn that Piccolo hadn’t been forcing him to have accidents in order to hurt him or make him feel ashamed, and instead had just misunderstood things about the biology of a different species. Now, he was permitted to relieve himself every six hours. However, Gohan had still just been a kid. Being half-saiyan meant his bladder was a LITTLE bigger than most kids his age, but six hours was still a LONG time to wait. Usually, he only barely made it. Sometimes, he had an accident.

Piccolo kept needing to adjust the schedule until he hit upon the exact length of time Gohan could handle holding it before he popped. Gohan knew enough about biology to understand that waiting until his limit wasn’t very good for him, but at least now he was usually making it, and Piccolo was unwilling to give him breaks more often than that.

So, for months, the boy held his bladder until the second Piccolo said the words; “Break-time. Relieve yourself, Gohan.” And he didn’t realize that this had instilled a bad habit into him until later.

While riding the space-ship to Namek, Gohan spent most of his time with Dad’s old friend Krillin. The very first day of the voyage, Krillin noticed Gohan starting to fidget on the floor with a deeply uncomfortable look on his face. When he heard Gohan whimper, he spoke up; “Uhhh, you know, there’s a toilet that way…” he pointed off.

“Huh?” Gohan looked up, confused for a second until the words finished processing. “Oh! Yeah!” He stood and very frantically ran off.

Krillin overheard him as he went, and was a little concerned by how long he was peeing for. When Gohan came back, Krillin told him, “Try not to hold it like that. Do you have any idea what your Mom will do to me if you hurt your bladder?” He tried to laugh, but when he saw Gohan nibbling at his lip, he added; “Oh, uh, if you’re shy, you can just say so. Bulma and I can cover our ears while you—“

“Not shy,” Gohan said. In actuality, he just sort of… Hadn’t noticed that he needed to pee until he heard someone TELL him to. That was really weird…

Later, Gohan was able to recognize his urge on his own, but for some reason felt compelled to ask Krillin for permission first. He ignored the odd thought and just went to the toilet, but when he tried to use it, nothing happened.

Even more confused, he just went back out and sat with Krillin again, until the bald man noticed him fidgeting once more. “Gohan, remember earlier? Make sure you use the toilet when you need to.”

As soon as Krillin had TOLD him to pee, Gohan had to RUN so that he’d make it in time.

This kept up for the entirety of the trip. Sometimes, Gohan didn’t notice his bladder was full until Krillin or Bulma directed him to use the restroom. Other times, he noticed it first, but was unable to pee unless he first requested permission.

He didn’t understand what was happening, and he hoped this issue would go away soon.

It didn’t.

On Namek, he still had to HEAR someone say the words “Gohan, time to relieve yourself” or some equivalent of that. When he found himself desperate and alone at Guru’s place, it was difficult for him to explain to the old Namekian what he needed him to say.

Worse yet, the more stressed out he became by the situation on Namek, the more fearful he felt of Vegeta, the more terrified he was of Frieza, the more he wished his Dad would hurry up and get there… The more often he NEEDED to pee. And, if he wasn’t near someone he trusted enough to ask permission from, he was stuck holding it.

Later, when Dad was helping him get ready for the androids, yet MORE fears being loaded onto his back, Gohan had to pee nearly every hour. The only upside was that, since it was DAD he was training with, he always gave permission the second Gohan requested it. Dad didn’t seem to understand very well though. “You know son, you don’t NEED to ask me every time. If you say you’re leaving for a second, I’ll know what you’re doing.”

Gohan tried that a couple times, but the issue persisted.

It kept up during the year in the Time Chamber, too. And there, Dad was a lot tougher on him than usual, so determined to make him into a Super Saiyan. Fighting was non-stop in the chamber, and Gohan was so scared about what may have been happening outside that his bladder filled at a ridiculous pace. He was terrified that something bad would happen to Piccolo, to Krillin, to all his friends…

He had one accident during that year, the first and only time Dad told him to wait. “Not right now, son. I think you’re nearly THERE, you can pee when you’re a Super Saiyan!”

Minutes later, Gohan was drenched and Dad was apologizing over and over.

After the Cell Game, when Gohan was promised that he could finally be a ‘regular’ kid, his peeing habits were as tough to break as his sleeping ones. Tougher, even.

While Mom could understand why a teenager who’d spent his entire childhood fighting and watching his friends and family get attacked would have trouble getting a full night’s sleep, she couldn’t grasp the peeing thing at all. The first time she walked into his room to see how his studies were going, and found him jiggling around at his desk, clutching himself and obviously close to an accident, she’d yelled at him. “Gohan! I spend enough time changing GOTEN’S diapers, go to the toilet!”

Gohan jumped, startled, then registered the enormous pressure in his bladder, felt some of it jostle loose and warm his clothes… “Ah— Okay!” He rushed off, making it without even one second to spare.

Later that day, Gohan came up to Mom shifting between his feet with wide eyes. “M—Mom, may I please go to the restroom?”

And Mom had just stared at him. “Why are you asking me that?”

Gohan ran a hand through his hair anxiously. “I— I just— I need to hear someone say it…”

“Why?”

“Mom, please?” Gohan was really begging now, jumping in place, legs crossing. “Hurry!”

Mom sighed, “Yes, Gohan. You are allowed to use the restroom.”

“Oh, thank you!” Gohan cried, breathless as he ran off.

Over the next few years, Mom didn’t come to understand it any better, but just had to accept that she either told Gohan “Yes, go to the toilet now,” or she risked him making a puddle. She finally DID figure out that he genuinely NEEDED to hear those words eventually, when she found him standing in the restroom late one night, jiggling and twisting and muttering the words “Break-time. Relieve yourself, Gohan,” over and over to himself while he failed to urinate.

“Gohan, pee,” Mom said nervously.

And, immediately, he did, panting with relief.

Mom left him, wishing she could figure out what was going on with her son, why he was so distressed…

Other times, Mom would still find Gohan squirming and holding himself, seemingly unaware of the fact that his bladder was full until she SAID something. “If only Goku were here,” Gohan overheard her telling Grandpa one day. “Maybe HE knows why Gohan’s acting this way.”

Much later, Gohan started high school in the city. His habit still hadn’t been broken. It didn’t matter WHO told him to pee, but he needed to hear it from SOMEONE before he could go. Goten had been filling that role most often lately. The boy thought his older brother’s gotta-pee dances were really funny. He enjoyed teasing Gohan about them, telling him to ask permission with silly phrases. As far as Goten was concerned, it was just a game. He didn’t realize Gohan NEEDED to be granted permission before he could pee. Gohan was happy to amuse him, luckily Goten had never taken it too far, had never REFUSED him permission and tried to make him hold it.

Granted, Gohan didn’t think the boy had realized he COULD do that yet.

At first, it was easy to manage his bladder at school. Since it was customary to request permission to use the toilet there, no one looked at him oddly when he did it. The only thing that really tripped him up was his whole issue of sometimes getting too engrossed in something and not noticing his urge until someone else pointed it out. There were a couple embarrassing instances where that happened. The worst being when he was hard at work on a test, tapping his foot and bouncing his knee until the blonde girl sitting beside him whispered; “Are you gonna pee your pants?”

Immediately, a severe urge slammed into him and he frantically waved his hand around until he was told he was free to go.

But, after a while, Gohan made a very crucial error.

He’d started to fight crime in the city, concealing his identity with a costume and calling himself the Great Saiyaman. Sometimes, he left during class to handle a situation, and the easiest way to get out of class was to say that he was going to the restroom. He didn’t realize how often he was doing this, or how long he ended up disappearing for, until one day his teacher told him that he couldn’t leave. “The last four times I let you go, you didn’t come back for hours. You’re not skipping my class anymore.”

Gohan sank in his chair, ashamed of himself. He knew school was important, but the things he did as the Great Saiyaman were really important too. What concerned him most was how that girl Videl WAS able to leave class to go after criminals. It was only because her father was Hercule Satan, the man everyone believed had defeated Cell. Gohan worried about Videl a lot when she left and he couldn’t follow.

And when he got nervous, his bladder got full…

The first time Videl departed and he was left there to fret, his anxiety seemed to send his kidneys straight into over drive. Within minutes, he was tensing his thighs and dragging his feet against the ground, crossing his ankles back and forth. The need grew at an alarming pace, causing him to go from ‘I’m fine and don’t need the bathroom at all’ to ‘I think I’m going to wet my pants!’ In under ten minutes.

After a sudden shockwave of a spasm tore through him, his hand shot up.

And, he discovered that using ‘I need to pee’ as an excuse to leave school too many times had a very dire consequence. He hadn’t even made the connection until that moment. When the new rule had been explained to him, all he’d thought was ‘I can’t help Videl anymore’. He hadn’t even considered ‘Now they aren’t gonna let me leave when I really DO have to pee.’

But of course, when he asked to be excused, the answer was no.

He tried not to get upset. He knew this was his own fault. If he hadn’t skipped class so many times, he would be allowed to relieve himself now. He was lucky that school ended in an hour. The next sixty minutes still passed by at a sluggishly slow pace. He couldn’t focus on anything, the mounting pressure in his bladder just refused to leave him alone. His feet were tapping, and it was difficult not to reach down and squeeze himself.

When class finally ended, he was the first one out of his seat. He’d been warned by all of his friends not to let his classmates get a glimpse of his powers. He’d messed that up a few times already, especially in front of Videl, and he was trying not to make another mistake now. Still, the intense pangs of need in his midsection were screaming at him that he shouldn’t be walking at such a slow pace. He should instead tap into his true speed, run to the bathroom so quickly that the average person’s eye wouldn’t even be able to see him.

Once he saw the sign for the restroom, he couldn’t help it anymore, he sprinted the last few feet towards it and shoved open the door. His urge felt near-critical, the intensity of the pressure reminding him of all the times he’d frantically hopped up and down in front of Piccolo, struggling to make the Namekian understand that he NEEDED to let his bladder release.

Gohan got to a urinal and unzipped his pants, but then he ran into a different problem. No one had actually TOLD him that it was time to pee yet. His body thought that it was time, HE thought that it was time, but without hearing the order, his bladder wouldn’t ease. His body was just too well-trained, it only responded to certain commands. Bearing down, he started to mumble the phrase Piccolo had always used, “Break-time. Relieve yourself, Gohan…” But, as ever, it didn’t work when HE was the one saying it.

He thought about going BACK to the classroom. Hopefully, his teacher would still be there. He could say “Hey, since school’s over, I CAN go to the bathroom now, right?” He knew the question would sound odd, but hopefully he’d get to hear the words his body needed.

Leaving the restroom without actually using it made Gohan’s bladder ripple with irritation. That frustrated him a lot. The bloated organ COULD have chosen to drain at any point while he’d still been at the urinal. He re-entered his classroom, and his hopes sank when he found it was empty. His teacher couldn’t grant him permission, and he desperately needed SOMEONE to do it.

Not all of his classmates had left yet, he didn’t think. Surely several of them would be going to sports practices, or just hanging out around the school. He could maybe ask one of them… Yeah. He was still fairly new here. He could just pretend that he’d gotten turned around and couldn’t FIND a restroom. He wandered the halls for a bit, his bladder knotting and contorting within him. He kept needing to pause in order to squeeze his thighs together or scissor his legs.

He just didn’t see anyone…

Finally, he accepted that he was wasting his time. When he got home, Goten would see him in what was sure to be an agonizingly desperate state and giggle at him. Then he’d tap his chin. “Ummmm…. Say ‘Goten, I hafta tinkle real bad!’ Then I’ll let you pee!”

Gohan would repeat the phrase, or whatever embarrassing statement Goten had come up with. He’d blush, but be relieved that someone had finally told him it was okay to go.

He definitely couldn’t FLY home this way. Flight took a lot of concentration, and most of his mental energy had to go towards holding his bladder in and not letting it leak. The Nimbus would get him home pretty fast, but not as quickly as flying. Perhaps he could stop somewhere along the way?

The only place he could think of between here and home was Capsule Corp. He’d be okay with asking Bulma or Trunks if he could please use the toilet there. But, if he ran into Vegeta instead…

Gohan had never ONCE gone to Vegeta for permission. He ALWAYS went to someone else— Anyone else! On the rare occasions he’d been alone with Vegeta and had badly needed to pee, he’d refused to ask— He’d HELD it. He knew Vegeta would probably make him do something first, like beg or grovel. Or something even more ridiculous, like defeat him in combat… He also just KNEW that if Vegeta found out Gohan couldn’t urinate until he was directly TOLD to do so, the older Saiyan would find it hysterical. “Kakarot’s brat could kill Cell, but can’t even piss without being given directions first.”

Gohan didn’t want to subject himself to that. He’d learned to live with Vegeta’s taunts about other things, but THIS topic was just so personal and embarrassing.

He’d go home. He’d try to hold it in. And, if he started to lose control, he’d… Unzip and pee over the edge of the Flying Nimbus. Just. So long as he wasn’t above an area with lots of people at the time.

He called to the Nimbus and when it arrived, he climbed on. “T—Take me home,” he told it. “As fast as you can.”

The cloud took off, speeding through the sky. Still nowhere near as fast as Gohan could fly when he was uninhibited. He wriggled where he sat, pushing a foot firmly into his crotch and rocking against it. He’d been holding it so long already, the cold wind in his face wasn’t helping! The chill was making him shiver which, in turn, made the walls of his bloated bladder contract and try even harder to pump out his pee.

He wanted to warm up, but when he felt heat soaking out between his legs he was filled with nothing but horror. It was coming out! He was gonna have to— He reached for his zipper, his hand trembled, spasmed, then stopped.

He couldn’t make himself pee off of a flying cloud. Even if he didn’t accidentally HIT someone, a person could look up, see him doing it… He flushed hot with embarrassment. What if someone at school found out? What if MOM found out?! She’d scold him for so long that his ears would go numb…

“A—Actually, Nimbus… Um… Take me to Capsule Corp, it’s closer.” As the cloud swiftly turned in a new direction, Gohan hoped that BULMA would be the first person he found there. Trunks would be fine, too. Either of Bulma’s parents, any of the employees, just ANYONE but—

Of course, when he frantically bobbed and hobbled into Capsule Corp, the first person he encountered when he entered the Brief’s living area was Vegeta… WHY did he have to come by during what was probably the ONLY part of the day Vegeta WASN’T in the gravity chamber?!

Vegeta looked tense, which was normal. What wasn’t normal was the small tremor in one of his legs as he stalked over to Gohan. “Don’t you ever warn anyone before you show up at their home?”

“V—Vegeta… This is… Um… M—May I use the restroom?” Gohan asked. ‘Please say yes,’ he begged. ‘Please just say yes…’

Vegeta’s frown somehow managed to deepen, his shoulders twitching. “Why would you ask me that?” He demanded. The amount of frustration in his voice sounded VERY unnecessary to Gohan. But, he could say the same thing MOST times Vegeta spoke.

“B—Because you’re the only one here…”

Vegeta glowered at him. Even though Gohan was taller than him now, he still managed to always look intimidating. There was something WEIRD about his eyes, though. Something in them that Gohan didn’t see very often… “But, why— Wait. Did Kakarot ever… Tell you anything ‘strange’ about me?”

Gohan crossed his legs and stared down at himself. He swore his middle actually looked kind of swollen… He was going to burst! If Vegeta wanted to complain about Dad again, couldn’t he wait until later? Gohan didn’t even know what he expected to hear! What would Dad have even SAID? “What?” Gohan asked. “Vegeta, I know it’s weird, but I can’t go unless you—“

“Answer the question,” Vegeta commanded. “Did Kakarot ever mention… Something about me?”

Gohan wanted to scream. He was getting genuinely angry, and he knew he had to push that aside. When he got mad, he tended to lose control, his power spiked to tremendous levels, and he was POSITIVE that transforming into a Super Saiyan now would put too much strain on his body and cause him to have an accident. “He mentioned LOTS of things about you, Vegeta. Of course he did, he spent so much time with—“

“I meant—“ Vegeta’s voice hitched, confusing Gohan more than ever. “Anything… Related to…” He trailed off, that strange quality returning to his eyes, his frown pulling further downwards.

Gohan thought about it, and assumed Vegeta had been trying to say “Anything related to peeing.” Dad had never said one word to Gohan about Vegeta pissing. Why WOULD he? Vegeta seemed awful nervous for some reason though, so he figured something embarrassing must have happened. “He never told me anything,” Gohan said. “But, I guess… Did you wet yourself in front of him once?”

Gohan felt Vegeta’s chi spike abruptly, felt it continuing to rise. He saw Vegeta redden and realized he’d made an awful mistake.

“B—But, I swear, he never TOLD me about it, I just figured it out because you’re—“

“I’ve never done THAT in front of Kakarot— Or anyone ELSE!” Vegeta yelled. “That’s NOT what I was asking about!”

“O—Oh, okay…” Gohan said. “Then wha—“

“If you don’t know, then he must not have told you,” Vegeta said. “And I’M not telling you, either. So, be quiet and—“

“But, I still need to… Please, tell me I can use the bathroom?”

“WHY do you need me to tell you that?” Vegeta snapped. “Are you trying to annoy me?”

Gohan shook his head, “No, I just really need—“

“Somehow, you figured this out on your own, and you want to make a game of it. Is that it?”

“Vegeta, you aren’t making ANY sense, just tell me that I can—“

“Well, it’s not funny,” Vegeta said.

“Do you… Have to go too?” Gohan ventured. If that was the case, he didn’t understand why Vegeta didn’t just DO it… HE didn’t have to hear a trigger-phrase first!

“That’s not a concern of yours,” Vegeta stated. “Drop the subject now, or else you’re going to learn what it feels like to get wished back with the dragon balls.”

Gohan was fairly used to hearing Vegeta threaten him, and everyone around him. He never really meant it, but usually there was at least a REASON for the hostility. ‘May I use the bathroom? Do you also need to go?’ weren’t the sorts of questions that warranted ‘I will KILL you!’ as a response.

Gohan went quiet, though. He could see the door to a restroom behind Vegeta, and yearned to rush through it. He just knew his body would fail to cooperate if he did… Gohan managed to remain silent for a few more seconds, before he felt a drip rolling down his leg and just HAD to ask again. “Can you please just tell me I can go the the restroom?”

Vegeta furiously turned away, “Why do you keep asking? You just waltz in here all the time! Why are you suddenly asking permission to go somewhere?”

“I… I just…” Gohan nibbled on his lip. He knew Vegeta was going to make fun of him… He was going to make fun of him, and probably take advantage of his habit, too. Once he knew Gohan couldn’t urinate until HE gave the order, he was sure to DEMAND something first. Probably a fight with HIM since Dad wasn’t around. Gohan was sure to get OBLITERATED if he made any attempt to fight now…

Why did Vegeta have to be such a stubborn jerk? Why did he need to have this explained, why couldn’t he just say “Yes, Gohan. You may relieve yourself”?

“I… Whe—When I was younger, all the… training I had to do. My body just got… Really used to only letting me pee according to a schedule, when someone else told me it was time… It’s, um, it’s psychological, like how you can teach an animal to respond to certain commands, and… Hah— I’ve been waiting all day, and nobody’s told me that I can pee yet, so I—“

“So, if I don’t TELL you to piss, you can’t do it?” Vegeta interrupted.

Gohan nodded, ashamed. He braced himself for the laughter, the refusal, the demands…

To his shock, Vegeta DIDN’T laugh, just frowned more. “If someone— ANYONE— tells you to relieve yourself, you just… Will?”

More nodding, more blushing. Sometimes, when Gohan finally received the instruction, his holding muscles would go loose INSTANTLY and if he didn’t hurry, he’d leave a way-too-obvious wet spot on his clothes.

“And you consider THAT a problem?”

Gohan’s nods became more frantic. Of course it was a problem! If he was alone for too long, if whoever he was with told him ‘no’, or… Dragged out the process for some incomprehensible reason, then his bladder would ache so badly!

Vegeta crossed his arms, and Gohan saw his shoulders shudder again. “Go find Bulma and ask her,” he said. “I won’t be participating in this.”

“B—But, come on— It’s just a few words—“

“And you won’t be hearing them for me. So, if you need to go as bad as you claim, I’d suggest you ask someone else.”

Gohan gave up. He should have known better than to ask Vegeta to begin with. He just didn’t understand what the man’s problem was! If Vegeta had started to laugh and make fun of him, at least it would make sense. Instead he’d seemed just ANGRY when Gohan explained what he needed. Anger WAS Vegeta’s default emotion, but it was almost like he’d gotten offended… He’d been so defensive and combative through their entire conversation that it REALLY sounded like he took it personally for some reason.

Gohan tried not to think too hard about that. Vegeta was just a jerk, and Gohan had seldom understood his motivations for doing ANYTHING. This was most likely some coded way of telling Gohan to get tougher, by forcing him to hold his bladder even longer than he already had.

He found Bulma in one of the labs, and shifted back and forth as she greeted him, rubbing his ankles together. “Is the suit I made you working?” She asked.

“Y—Yes, um… I— May I please use the restroom?”

“Yeah, of course. You don’t have to ask.”

‘Tell that to my bladder…’ Gohan thought wryly. As had happened before, the second he heard the permission being granted, he felt like something dropped out from underneath him. Everything holding his pee in place just snapped and disintegrated, and a stream started to snake down his leg.

“Ah— Thank you!” He managed to exclaim before running off, a hand going to his groin as soon as he was sure Bulma could no longer see him. ‘Okay, nearest toilet is…’ He turned down one hallway, then another. Clutching himself WAS helping to keep his pee where it belonged, but little spurts hissed free every few steps. He wanted to start sprinting at full-speed, he knew THAT would get him to the bathroom within the blink of an eye, but he was sloshing his poor bladder’s contents up ENOUGH as it was!

He made it to the restroom and shoved the door aside, already unzipping before it had finished swinging shut behind him. He aimed at the toilet, and his dull, halting stream transformed into a waterfall, finally allowing himself to drain out everything he’d been holding onto. “Phew…” he sighed. As he at last managed to relax, he came to understand that he had a bit of a problem now.

If he’d lost his bathroom pass privileges at school, if his teachers were NEVER going to tell him ‘yes, go pee,’ then this… THIS was going to be a daily occurrence. They’d always say no if he asked DURING class, and if he asked afterwards, there was no guarantee they’d respond with a phrase his bladder accepted. It never took ‘Um, why do you think you need to ASK?’ as a form of permission. He needed to be directed SPECIFICALLY.

There was… Videl. His friend. Perhaps, he could explain the situation to her, ask HER to please always tell him to use the toilet during their breaks. He could just… Repeatedly ask a really pretty girl to let him pee…

Um…

Wait. Did he just think Videl was pretty?! That was new! He’d never thought that way about anyone else before!

But, the sudden realization that Videl was INDEED very attractive sent her straight to the BOTTOM of the list of people he’d want to request permission from. He’d even prefer the annoyance of whatever VEGETA had going on over that!

Speaking of Vegeta, what WAS his issue, anyway? Looking back, Gohan realized the man had actually been BLUSHING a little earlier. That was VERY uncommon to see from him. ‘Did I hurt his feelings somehow?’ Gohan wondered. He didn’t know how he COULD have, but understood that Vegeta WAS pretty sensitive about… A lot of things. Up to and including the fact that he ever felt sensitive.

Gohan finally finished urinating and zipped his pants up. A sore ache remained in his middle and, nervously, he rubbed a hand there. More dull throbs erupted beneath his touch. That REALLY wasn’t good. He could remember feeling this way after he’d finished before, and knew what to expect. He’d worn out his body. His bladder was going to feel fuller faster. If he didn’t figure out WHO to ask for permission from at school, it wasn’t impossible that he may have an accident tomorrow.

Add onto that the knowledge that he was certainly harming his health, and Gohan felt very anxious as he left the restroom. He walked off, his steps coming a lot more easily now that he wasn’t weighted down. Nerves still pinged inside him, however. This was a really big problem! He accepted that having an accident at school would be way worse than requesting help from Videl, but still wished there was someone ELSE he could choose! Videl was just the only one there that he felt close to!

When he went back through the living area, he expected to see Vegeta still there, he expected some kind of rude comment. But, the space was empty. The door to the restroom was shut, so Gohan figured he’d been correct in assuming that Vegeta ALSO needed to pee. Maybe he’d gotten so angry because Gohan was able to tell, or—

“Dammit! Relieve yourself, Vegeta!”

Gohan stumbled back, surprised by the sudden outburst. That hadn’t come close to reaching the decibels of Vegeta’s USUAL shouts. More a moaning yelp than anything. If Gohan hadn’t been so close to the door, he probably WOULDN’T have heard it. 

Gohan knew nothing of the training Vegeta had received as a kid. Was it at all similar to his own? Had he too had it ingrained into him not to pee without being ordered to? That WOULD explain why he’d taken everything so personally. He was probably thinking; “Yeah? Well, Frieza made me hold it for DAYS, so why should I let you go NOW? You need to learn what real desperation is!”

Gohan didn’t hear any trickling from the other side of the door, so he assumed that, like him, Vegeta needed to hear someone ELSE use the phrase. It didn’t work if he heard it from his own mouth.

Should he help…?

Vegeta was… A difficult person to feel sympathy for, but the pain of his own full bladder was still fresh in Gohan’s mind. If Dad were here, he wouldn’t hesitate to help out. If Dad were here, he’d be irritated that Gohan WASN’T offering any assistance. “Yeah, Vegeta. Go ahead and pee,” Gohan called.

He was certain that the next thing he’d hear would be the thunderous roar of a long held stream. Maybe even a sigh of relief, if Vegeta’s pride allowed it. But, after several seconds, Gohan didn’t hear anything at all. Maybe he’d been too quiet? “Vegeta, it’s—“

The door slammed open, and Vegeta was standing there, fury knotting his features, and his face still dotted with his rarely seen blush. The tremors moving from his shoulders all the way down to his knees confirmed that he hadn’t urinated at all. “How long have you been standing there?!”

“Um… A couple minutes, are you—“

“I’m gonna—“

Gohan waved his hands, “H—Hang on!” He cried. “Calm down! What did I do?”

Vegeta glowered. “NOTHING about these last few minutes EVER happened,” he stated. “If you breathe one word of ANY of it—“

“I won’t!” Gohan promised, particularly since he still didn’t understand WHAT had just happened.

“You’d better,” Vegeta said darkly. “Now, get out. And if I hear you told someone, you’ll be having an early reunion with Kakarot.”

“I— I won’t,” Gohan repeated, rushing out. He left Capsule Corp and began his flight home, tensely trying to figure out what THAT was about. Vegeta had looked more embarrassed than he’d EVER seen him. And, looking back, when he’d told himself to urinate, his voice had trembled a little, the sentence sounding dangerously close to a plea…

Of course, when GOHAN tried to command himself to go, HE was begging too, but there was always the awareness that it WOULDN’T work. Vegeta, on the other hand, had sounded really hopeful. Like it was his first time even trying it…

But, why would he need to try it? If he HADN’T been trained to await a command, he should just… go, right? If he HADN’T been trained to await a command, then why had he gotten so annoyed when Gohan said that HE had? He hadn’t brought up any memories for him, anything that he would feel ashamed o—

Come to think of it, had Gohan ever seen Vegeta pee before? No, he couldn’t remember… He’d seen all the others relieve themselves in the past, most of them were guys, and they frequently trained in places that lacked toilets. But, he’d NEVER seen Vegeta do it. He could recall a few instances where he’d noticed Vegeta acting… uncharacteristically twitchy, and he’d wondered if he NEEDED to pee. However, as time wore on, Vegeta just got MORE fidgety, and never turned away to relieve himself.

Thinking back, now he remembered something else. Usually, when Vegeta had been subtly squirming or rocking on his feet for a while, Dad would suddenly announce that they’d been training in THIS location for too long, and it was time for somewhere new. They’d all start to leave, and Vegeta ALWAYS said he’d catch up in a few minutes. This had confused Gohan a lot, he would have expected Vegeta to want to race them all there… And when Vegeta later DID turn up, his shuddering twitches would all be gone.

If all his restlessness WAS due to an urge to urinate, it really looked like he refused to satiate it in the presence of others. It looked like Dad had KNOWN about that and had been trying to get him privacy.

And, today, when he’d verbally begged his bladder to release, then failed to get anything out… Perhaps ‘refused’ was the wrong phrase. Vegeta must have been suffering from Paruresis, that was the only thing that made sense. That was the ‘strange thing’ he’d been so nervous Dad had told Gohan about. That was why he’d thought Gohan was teasing him. That was why, when Gohan explained HIS issue, Vegeta had failed to see it as a problem. Being able to pee upon hearing the word was surely leagues easier than not being able to do it at all.

Gohan still felt the soreness in his bladder, a sign that it was exhausted and needed a break, that he’d HURT it today. He thought about the long, long hours he’d seen Vegeta go without privacy, and it was stunning to think that he must have just held it all that time, over and over. He could make himself pretty sick! It was a wonder he hadn’t already!

Gohan didn’t want Vegeta to actually hurt himself. ‘He’s been handling it himself for years,’ he thought. ‘And, if you show any concern, if you tell him that you figured this out, he WILL turn you and everything you love into a smoldering crater.’

He could try to assure Vegeta that it was nothing to be ashamed of… ‘Try not to be embarrassed. I’ve read about this. It’s a physiological thing. The adrenaline rush that occurs when you feel anxious causes a nervous system response that makes the neck of your bladder tighten involuntarily. The detrusor muscle, which should contract when you go to pee, is being inhibited by a sort of ‘block’ in the reflex pathway with your pontine micturition center— That’s the area of your brainstem that regulates urination. So, there are a lot of body parts involved, you can’t control it. This isn't your fault.’

He was sure Vegeta would punch him in the face at least twelve times before he even finished saying all of that.

Gohan was worried about Vegeta, but saw no way to assist him without getting himself injured in the process.

He was positive DAD had been helping, and just wished he was still around to do it.

That had been a few months ago now. Dad WAS back, the world was at peace… Gohan had seen Vegeta whisper something to Dad a few times before the two of them abruptly left somewhere together. Gohan had a feeling he knew what was happening there, and since Dad appeared to have it handled, he stopped worrying about it himself. He pretended like he didn’t remember the events of that afternoon, that he’d forgotten them just like Vegeta had ordered him to.

Vegeta himself had done well to push that day from his mind. Recalling the confusion displayed by Kakarot’s son, he doubted he’d managed to figure anything out. He also felt confident he’d adequately threatened Gohan away from investigating it any further on his own.

Reluctantly, Vegeta acknowledged that the ‘system’ he had with Kakarot now worked pretty well. It had… prevented him from experiencing the back cramps for a while, anyway. His worst fear, that he’d experience that sensation while in a large crowd and be unable to restrain his shout of pain, seemed less likely to ever come true.

He perhaps let himself get TOO comfortable, though. When he finally DID have another big ‘incident’, he was NOT prepared for how it would make him feel.

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Vegeta woke in the middle of the night feeling sharp, throbbing pulses in his abdomen. This rarely happened to him, his sleep was seldom interrupted by his bladder. Truthfully, he saw that more as a problem, it was always easier to relieve himself when everyone around him was asleep and unaware. Since he usually slept through a full bladder, the morning would consist of him awkwardly awaiting a chance to go, fighting not to alert anyone to how much he was anticipating a moment of privacy.

So, when he DID manage to wake up in need of a pee, instead of his customary irritation, he felt relieved. If he went now, he wouldn’t be bursting too badly when the sun rose… He WAS bursting pretty badly now, however. Embarrassing as it was, even HE was not immune to the suggestions and temptations of the dream he’d just had. It had been a memory of Namek. Specifically, the very first moment he’d felt the sensation of boiling acid erupting upwards into his kidneys. 

Except, in the dream, there had been an additional element; Frieza had been present to watch. He was immensely glad that, in reality, Frieza had never once been able to catch Vegeta whilst he was suffering such an immense crisis of need, but dreams had a way of bringing to life the things he’d most dreaded.

Frieza had floated above him, watching as Vegeta tried and failed to get his stream started. When the pain erupted and Vegeta yelled from the shock that a mundane biological urge could POSSIBLY hurt him that badly, Frieza started to chuckle. “So, the stupid monkey isn’t even able to relieve himself, is he? What was it you were trying to convince me of earlier? That you’re some sort of a Super Saiyan…? I can’t say I believe that now.” 

Frieza landed behind Vegeta, whom turned around, gritting his teeth and readying his fists. He would destroy Frieza for EVERYTHING he’d put him through, and ESPECIALLY for seeing him this way!

But Frieza shook his head. “You know? I don’t even think fighting you would be worth my time. Seems you’re doing a fine job of defeating YOURSELF, wouldn’t you agree? I’d just get in the way.”

That was when Vegeta had finally woken up, his back screeching with the same pain he’d felt in his dream. He tried to ignore the memory of it, it hadn’t even actually HAPPENED, so it did him no good to dwell on it. He WAS a Super Saiyan, in spite of his problem (Sort of… because of it, actually. He just didn’t like to THINK about that part.)

He looked to his side and confirmed that Bulma was still asleep. It was safe to pee now. He climbed out of bed, trying not to make any noise when the insurmountable weight of his bladder pushed itself fervently against his sphincters. Why was it so intense?!

Right… He hadn’t gone before bed. He hadn’t FORGOTTEN to, but he’d been waiting for Bulma to fall asleep first and he must have passed out before he was able to hear her snore. He smirked to himself, thinking that if he wasn’t so ashamed of his problem, he might TELL Bulma that her snoring was the ‘green light’ for his nightly piss. He was sure her reaction to the news that she made such noises would be priceless.

He made it to the restroom and locked the door behind himself. He had to be very careful as he did this, Earth locks were so fragile that he’d accidentally broken a couple in the past from turning them too quickly. The one time he’d broken the lock on this particular door, the sudden rush of panic that flowed through his veins had been so cold he’d actually shivered.

He relaxed when he heard the lock click without shattering. He lifted the seat on the toilet and readied himself to go. During his first few days at Capsule Corp, Bulma had actually commented to him that she was STUNNED he remembered to move the seat up and down when he used the restroom, and even more surprised that he actually bothered to DO it. “Haven’t seen it left up even once! So, I guess you DO have some manners. Before you know it, you might even be civilized!”

Vegeta had refused to admit that the only reason he always made sure the seat was down was because he wanted there to be NO signs that he’d ever pissed before in his life.

His bladder unclenched easily, he’d gotten used to peeing here and so long as Bulma was somewhere else or asleep, he didn’t struggle. Pressure ebbed away slowly as he relaxed further. Bulma had also once mentioned that she appreciated how he’d never left anything splashed on the rim of the bowl. But, this was thanks to another of his habits, he didn’t let himself pee directly into the water. That noise was just too obvious. Not hitting the water left less opportunity for splashback.

He still worried that his stream was too loud. This was probably the only time Vegeta ever cared about being quiet. The hiss of urine gushing out was just such an embarrassing noise, such a blatant, unmistakable one…

***

Bulma’s eyes slowly drifted open. Groaning, she realized she had to pee, and the urge was too significant for her to turn over and go back to sleep. Begrudgingly, she got up and approached the restroom door, but noticed the glow of light seeping out from beneath it.

Oh. So then, Vegeta was…

Ever since Vegeta had confessed his problem to her, she’d mostly just been amused by it. She couldn’t help it. It just… It WAS funny. This strong, tough, take-no-prisoners man struggling with something so simple. She came to sort of understand it a little bit more as she got to know him better, Vegeta was much more sensitive than he let on.

In all the years they’d been together, Bulma still hadn’t ONCE seen Vegeta go into the restroom. She’d seen him NEEDING to pee plenty of times. He probably thought he was being subtle about it, but when he could tap his foot hard enough to leave a crack in the floor, subtlety just wasn’t possible. She still wasn’t entirely sure when he actually WENT… Apparently he only did it at night?

She could hear him peeing through the door and it was making her own urge worsen. She tried not to listen to it. She was sure he wouldn’t WANT her to listen to it. She even considered going back to bed and pretending that she was asleep so that he wouldn’t see her by the door when he finished.

But, if she went back to bed, she may fall asleep again without relieving herself and that could end badly. Besides, Vegeta needed to get OVER this whole thing. After he’d gone within earshot of her once, he’d see that it was no big deal.

The sound of trickling liquid carried on in the other room and Bulma shifted on her feet. ‘How much can he possibly pee?’ She asked herself. She assumed Saiyans could hold more than humans, but she’d been waiting for at least an entire minute now, and Vegeta’s stream had only grown more intense. Considering that she didn’t know how long he’d been going before she’d woken up, it was actually freaking her out a little. No matter how strong he was, his bladder still had to fit INSIDE of his body, right? It had a limited amount of room in there. He was probably doing some kind of internal damage. She imagined having to get a senzu bean for him after he’d managed to explode his bladder. SHE’D have to go ask for it because he’d be too ashamed to admit that his life-threatening injury hadn’t been gained in battle.

She heard him breathing a little heavily as his stream slowed down, and her own bladder went a little loose. Surely he was nearly finishe—

The furious typhoon resumed. He wasn’t done. How was that even possible? Without thinking, Bulma spoke “That’s so much—Are you okay?!”

Abruptly, like a bathtub being switched off, all the watery noises of Vegeta’s relief ceased. The only thing that remained was a heavy silence.

Bulma closed her mouth. She… Probably shouldn’t have said that…

The door slammed open so fast that it made Bulma stumble. With some concern, her gaze darted to the hinge, making sure he hadn’t just broken the thing entirely. It seemed to be intact.

Vegeta said nothing as he passed her, simply returned to the bed and laid down, facing away from her.

“Okay, calm down,” Bulma said. “So, I heard you peeing. That’s not the end of the—“

“SILENCE.”

“Everyone DOES it,” Bulma said. “Fine, you can listen to ME pee. I don’t care!”

Vegeta covered his ears as Bulma entered the restroom. On what planet was THIS a solution? She’d just caused him to stop mid-stream (which had felt like having his urethra pinched shut by someone ten times stronger than him) and now she wanted him to LISTEN while she did what he couldn’t? He hadn’t gotten to finish! He still needed to go! The LAST thing he wanted to hear was—

He couldn’t turn off his ears, and Saiyan hearing was better than most. He heard every last gush, every last drip, every last hiss as Bulma urinated. His bladder thrashed inside of him, kicking in all directions. He was just glad he’d been able to get enough out to erase the back pain, but he KNEW it would be returning soon.

Bulma was done in under a minute, and Vegeta was surprised. He wasn’t used to it being over that fast. He endured the rush of the sink faucet for a few more seconds, and still refused to turn around when Bulma got back into bed.

“Are you really gonna sulk all night just because I heard you pee?”

It wasn’t even JUST that she’d heard him, or that she’d known he was voiding. It was the specific thing she’d SAID about it, and the tone her voice had taken on. She’d sounded actually WORRIED. Worried about him because of— Of THAT. It was hard enough for him to accept someone’s concern after he’d had multiple bones broken!

She knew that he held in a lot, more than anyone else could. But, where he usually felt PRIDE over being the ‘best’ at something, in this case it was nothing but shame. It was an embarrassing function, so it wasn’t like he’d enjoy showing off this ability to anyone. And he couldn’t even be THAT impressed with it himself anymore because the only reason he could DO it was because he COULDN’T relieve himself like others did.

That was the crux of it. The amount of piss Vegeta could hold, the size and strength of his bladder, was not because he was MORE capable than others, it was because he LACKED an ability which they all possessed and took for granted.

This may have begun as a test and show of his strength, but it had mutated into something completely different. It had become something that he wasn’t powerful enough to control, and he couldn’t STAND it. His bladder was strong as the result of a very shameful weakness.

Bulma huffed when she failed to get a response from him. “You’re really over-reacting, you know that? I wasn’t trying to embarrass you. And now that you’ve peed around me once, you should be able to do it again.”

The very idea of subjecting himself to that degree of humiliation AGAIN was horrifying. He tried to come up with something to even say to her, but his insides were twisting and knotting so painfully that he couldn’t think. His bladder was INFURIATED that he hadn’t finished releasing it. Usually, once he got himself truly STARTED, he didn’t stop peeing until he was DONE. Bulma commenting on his stream had been MORE than enough to shove a plug back inside him.

He didn’t think he was over-reacting. He’d TOLD Bulma what his problem was, she should have known not to listen, not to comment. She should have expected this. He was just so uncomfortable, still so full, so ashamed. If he managed to fall back asleep, he was sure his earlier dream would resume. The imaginary Frieza would taunt him, call him pathetic, say all the things that… That Vegeta thought himself whenever he dwelled on his problem for too long.

He wanted to finish peeing, he wanted Bulma to just go back to bed, he wanted her to forget all about this by morning.

The most infuriating thing of all was that he also sort of wanted Kakarot here. He had no idea how it was even possible, but Kakarot seemed to understand Vegeta’s problem really well. And he didn’t think it was just because Kakarot had experienced a glimpse of it when they’d been fused. Kakarot had ended up admitting that he’d spent ages studying Vegeta’s posture and mannerisms, all so he could discreetly convince other people to leave him alone when he needed to go. And he did it WITHOUT ever revealing the truth.

How was it that the man with absolutely no comprehension of the word ‘shame’ was also the person most capable of grasping Vegeta’s trouble? Vegeta had tried to understand things like Bulma’s worries about her face wrinkling, and he’d been incapable of comprehending why it upset her so much. Saiyans aged more slowly than humans, so that was something he couldn’t imagine being concerned about any time soon. Kakarot was somehow able to picture how others were feeling, even if HE didn’t feel the same way himself.

How unusual.

Vegeta thought the closest he’d ever gotten to that was when Trunks was four and badly skinned his knee. Vegeta had intended to yell at the boy to just get back up, that the blood of Saiyans ran through him, that such a small injury should have been meaningless! But, for some strange reason, when Trunks started to cry, Vegeta felt like he was the one that had been hurt.

“Vegeta,” Bulma said once more. “You are NOT giving me the silent treatment over THIS. We’re not playing this game. You are behaving like a—“

“Not discussing this,” Vegeta said. His bladder still hadn’t settled down, he’d had no idea how painful stopping mid-flow really was. It felt like some of his liquid was still trapped inside his shaft, unable to make it just that little bit further. “If you ever bring it up again—“

“You’re right. There’s nothing TO discuss. It’s done now, it’s over, you can move on.”

Vegeta was hit by a sharp rippling pang and needed to tense his thighs, legs fidgeting in a way that was absolutely humiliating. “Go back to sleep.”

“Might take a whi—“

“Now,” Vegeta interrupted. He needed to finish what he’d started, the throbs now actually managed to feel WORSE than the ones he’d been enduring before he’d let out anything at all!

Bulma raised her eyebrows, “That’s not something you can just ORDER someone to do, you can’t control it.”

Vegeta squeezed his eyes closed. He hated not being able to control something, and he could control the behavior of his bladder least of all. His urethral opening stung, liquid pushing against his sphincters with so much force that he—

He suddenly got up and hastily went to the bedroom door, about to fling it open. Maybe one of the other restrooms in the building didn’t have any people near it. He needed to get the remainder of his piss out NOW, he couldn’t risk leaking ever again, especially not with Bulma there.

Bulma had caught up to him though. “Vegeta, no!” She snapped. “This is complete nonsense, you’re gonna leave me for the night over—“

“I h—have to—“

“You don’t,” Bulma gripped his arm. He could VERY easily break free, but he felt so out of control at the moment that he didn’t trust himself not to accidentally toss her just trying to make her let go. Why did humans have to be so fragile? “Let’s just go to bed, and in the morning we’ll see if you’re ready to—“

“No, I need—“

“Listen to me, WHATEVER you’re worried about, I’m—“

“I didn’t get to finish,” Vegeta interrupted.

“… Huh?” Bulma asked, genuinely confused. “You didn’t finish what?”

“I didn’t… Finish… I didn’t…” Vegeta stammered, fumbling over his words. Pee still sloshed inside him, throbbing and aching to come out. He just… He couldn’t say it. Not in the way he’d been about to, anyway. He started over, closing his eyes firmly against the humiliation, and deliberately speaking as though his bladder were an entirely separate entity that didn’t actually have any relation to him. “You spoke, which made it stop working.”

“You’re not making any—“ Bulma paused, remembering how abruptly Vegeta’s stream had shut off. “Oh. You mean you still have to…” She trailed off. How in the world had he let out ALL that and still not been emptied? “Well, go finish then.”

Vegeta reached for the door again, but was stopped once more. “The toilet in here still works, you kn—“

Vegeta sighed heavily. He loved Bulma, but she could certainly be infuriating sometimes. “Did you manage to forget my… ‘thing’ during the last thirty seconds?”

“No, but now that I’ve heard it once, you SHOULD have realized it’s no big deal,” Bulma said. “I’m not… Judging you for peeing, or whatever it is you’re so afraid of.”

“Th—That’s— No— That isn’t— That’s not how it works!” With Bulma blocking the exit, Vegeta started to pace. The pressure inside him kept moving lower and lower, heat building at his tip. The rest of him felt icy cold. To have Bulma see him this way was an agony he hadn’t even known existed.

“It’s not like I’m following you in there—“

What WAS this feeling?! It was a lot like the annoying, stupid, twitchy thing he got in his chest sometimes, the thing he refused to name. But, NOW it wasn’t just in his chest, it was everywhere! And— And now his chest felt— Tight, like when he was in the gravity chamber and he needed time to adjust so that he didn’t feel like he was getting crushed. Except, this was just normal Earth gravity, where he usually felt so light. In spite of that, the squeezing was just getting worse, heavier, more constricting. Frieza had made him feel this way, nothing else was supposed to do it, THIS was not supposed to do it—

“Vegeta…?” Bulma sounded like she wanted a response, but he couldn’t get any words out past the cold clenching in his chest. Bulma was STARING at him now, and it was getting worse! How could it KEEP getting worse!? “Wait, are you actually…?“

What? Was he actually WHAT? She didn’t finish! The frigid ice working its way down to his bone marrow, he frantically looked down, the relief he felt when he saw that he HADN’T begun to void right there in front of her was only outmatched by the relief when she took his hands and started to squeeze them. Not painfully, but likely as hard as she could actually manage. Slowly, as he focused on that, the cold twitches and awful squeezing went away.

“Okay…” Bulma said when his breathing had gone back to normal. “I did… NOT expect that. I think I understand a little more now, though.”

Well. That made ONE of them, anyway. Vegeta had no clue what had just happened. That was only the second time in his life he’d felt THAT, and the first time had been when Frieza had confronted him on Namek— At least then it had been a little justifiable to freak out. As the dizziness cleared, his urge to pee became the most prominent thing on his mind again. He still had to get Bulma to let him—

“You know, I THOUGHT this was all just you being too proud to make yourself go around other people and working yourself up over it, but… It’s more than that, isn’t it? This gives you anxiety..."

“O—Of course not!” Vegeta said. “I don’t have such feelings, I don’t fear anything, I—“

“You JUST had a panic attack…” Bulma said. “Does that happen often?”

“No, it’s never happened,” Vegeta huffed, starting to shift between his feet. Couldn’t she do this when he didn’t have to go? “And that wasn’t a… What did you call it? A panic attack? Saiyans don’t have those. That’s something earthlings invented.”

Bulma looked him over again, noting his swaying and tension. An argument with Vegeta could last for ages, and this one had clearly gone on long enough for his bladder. She knew he would definitely keep fighting, refusing to cede, no matter how desperate he got. She knew there was no way she’d get him to say the words “Yes, you’re right. This must be anxiety that I’m feeling, and it made me have a panic attack” even if they kept this up for the rest of the night. She wanted to go back to sleep, Vegeta wanted to finish peeing (Even if it was causing him physical pain to admit that), it was time to stop.

“Alright, fine. You didn’t have a panic attack,” she sighed. “Do you want me to wait out in the hall?”

Vegeta didn’t speak, but managed to nod. He couldn’t believe he’d allowed Bulma to witness something so utterly pathetic. He’d give anything to go back in time and prevent himself from falling asleep before he’d urinated. All of this could have been avoided if he’d just stayed awake!

Once Bulma had left, he returned to the restroom. He gently locked the door again and stood in front of the toilet. His heart was still pounding oddly, and even now that he was finally alone and in the right spot, the twitchy feeling remained, his bladder wouldn’t unclench. He was just so overcome by the humiliation of the last half hour that he couldn’t relax. Groaning, he almost slapped his hand against the wall, before remembering how mad Bulma had been the LAST time he’d put a hole in one.

At least, it sounded like Bulma was TRYING to understand. Even if she was WAY off the mark. Vegeta NEVER felt ‘anxious’, the awful tingles that rushed through him when something… Bothered him were caused by something else. Something which didn’t deserve to be labelled as anything, because he shouldn’t have HAD those feelings at all. If he just kept them unnamed, if he kept pretending they didn’t exist, one day they’d go away. They’d realize he wanted no part of them, that they were beneath him, and they’d vanish.

He wished all the pee still locked in his bladder would vanish too. But, it wouldn’t. The feelings wouldn’t, either. The longer it took him to start urinating, the worse the feelings got. Heavier and heavier, and when he thought about what Bulma must have been thinking, they started to SQUEEZE him again.

Once more, he begrudgingly wished that Kakarot were there. Loathe as he was to admit it, Kakarot DID just know what to do in these situations. He shuddered, realizing that if this kept up, he might end up RELYING on Kakarot for something— Something that was both vital and VERY embarrassing.

To his shame, and in a last ditch effort to get something out, he tried to IMAGINE that Kakarot was there. Sometimes, when Kakarot stood near him so he could release, he’d… Say things. Stupid… Encouraging things that made Vegeta’s face HURT from how hard he blushed. Nonsense like“You can do it!” And “You’re way stronger than your bladder!” Utterly humiliating to listen to…

And the worst thing about it was that it WORKED. Hearing those things actually made it easier for him to go.

So now, he forced himself to pretend Kakarot was nearby, repeating those ridiculous statements that, for some maddening reason, helped Vegeta relieve himself. At last, his stream resumed, and this time he was able to get every remaining drop out. The relief was incredible, but he struggled to fully enjoy it. He could NEVER let Bulma witness that sort of thing again.

When he was finished, he was beginning to consider gathering the dragon balls and asking the dragon to wipe Bulma’s memory of everything that had transpired tonight.

The dragon… There was a thought…

Vegeta’s problem was the most shameful thing in his world, but if the problem was suddenly GONE…

He reluctantly went back to the bedroom door and mumbled that she could come back in now. The look on her face was irritatingly sympathetic, and when they laid back down in bed, he faced away from her again.

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The next morning, Bulma didn’t mention anything that had occurred during the night, which Vegeta was grateful for. His shame still lingered over him like a cloud. It was so bad that he couldn’t manage to take his morning piss even when he was POSITIVE that he was alone.

He needed something else to occupy his mind with. Everyone was getting together at Kame House to celebrate Buu’s defeat today, and he hoped THAT would provide a distraction. Parties generally annoyed him, they wasted time he could be using to train, and they were so loud that he couldn’t think. But, since he didn’t WANT to think today, he assumed he could tolerate it.

He couldn’t tolerate it.

There was another thing he hated about parties, especially when they were held in tiny, cramped homes like Kame House; If his bladder got full, he would be forced to keep it that way.

He watched his son play with Kakarot’s youngest child for a while, before his body gave him a sharp reminder that he hadn’t yet relieved himself today.

He was not even going to bother making an ATTEMPT to use the restroom here. He knew someone would see him head up there, and thus that they’d then be thinking about him peeing, about him NEEDING to pee, about his bladder overpowering him and forcing him to go empty it. The ice would overtake his entire chest, and nothing would come out. He’d stay in there longer than anyone ever should, so THEN everybody would be thinking ‘Oh, does Vegeta have trouble peeing? That’s hilarious!’

And even if all of that DIDN’T happen… This WAS Master Roshi’s house. He wouldn’t put it past the perverted old bastard to have tiny cameras hidden all over the restroom just in case one of the women had to use it.

Vegeta was going to have to hold it, just like he always did.

If only everyone would stop offering him drinks.

He knew his refusal to have any of them was probably suspect. When the adult version of his son had first arrived in his time machine, he’d brought a whole bunch of beverages. Vegeta was the only one that didn’t have any. They were all awaiting Kakarot’s arrival, and Vegeta hadn’t been sure how long that would take. All he’d been sure of was that Bulma hadn’t left him alone while he was showering earlier, which had prevented him from using the toilet while he was in there, and his bladder was already uncomfortably bloated. Adding more fluid to his body, when he didn’t know how long he’d have to wait out here without any privacy, would be an awful idea.

That day, his decision not to drink anything had caught people’s attention too. It was hot out, everyone was sweating. He’d felt thirsty and probably looked it, too. The purple-haired time traveler had REALLY tried to share a drink with him for reasons he hadn’t understood back then, and every time he said no and wiped sweat from his brow, he was met with confused looks.

Now, the same thing was happening. Only worse because these days everyone here really considered him a friend. His refusals couldn’t be written off as moody aloofness like they had been years ago.

“Come on, Vegeta,” Krillin said. “You look tenser than usual! Have a drink!”

“No,” Vegeta said. His bladder convulsed, even one sip would add to the strain it was already dealing with.

“You sure?”

Kakarot came up beside them, “Oh, hey, Krillin!” He said. “Goten’s been trying to copy your Destrocto Disc, wanna teach him?”

“W—Wow, he has?” Krillin asked. “Sure!”

Vegeta released some tension once they’d gone, but not too much. His bladder was seriously starting to ache…

The worst part was that he WAS thirsty…

That was always a problem. Vegeta KNEW how important hydration was. If he didn’t drink enough water when he was training, if his body didn’t have the proper amount of fluid in it before a battle, any injuries he sustained would be WORSE. But, sometimes, he just COULDN’T make himself drink as much as he knew he needed to.

Before long, he could feel heat creeping up his lower back. He wasn’t QUITE experiencing the Hell of having his kidneys ignited just yet, but he knew it was right on the horizon. It WOULD happen soon. His heart pounding, he knew that he needed to go… Tell Kakarot soon. But, every time he shifted his gaze to search for him, Kakarot was in the middle of a conversation. Vegeta told himself to just go over there and demand Kakarot ‘fight’ him. EVERYONE would believe that, they’d have no reason to think Vegeta actually wanted something else.

He took one step. It was a mistake. The boiling in his back reached a sudden and excruciating peak, the familiar surge of acidic torment shot through him, making him feel like he was being blasted by every foe he’d ever faced at the same time. A gasp of pain fell from his lips and he barely managed to rush outside and run behind the house without letting out any mortifying sounds.

Now, finally given some privacy, he moved his hands to squeeze himself. He allowed it for only a second, and the relief it brought made him sort of delirious. It was awful when he forced himself to let go again. The torment in his back hadn’t faded, running out here had made it so much worse, like he’d managed to slosh more boiling piss upwards through his body. Every bit of him felt hot and pained.

He NEEDED to be… Somewhere else! Right now!

He couldn’t fly away, he couldn’t even concentrate well enough to get IN the air, and even if he somehow managed it, such a DRASTIC change in gravity and position may actually cause him to explode. He could take Bulma’s plane, but then she’d demand to know why he was leaving suddenly without her. His only other option was to see if Roshi still had a boat, and that would take AGES.

He told himself to keep writhing and squirming, once he had a better handle on things, he’d go to Kakarot, he’d demand to be taken somewhere private. He continued to jiggle and clutch himself, and found that his legs would NOT uncross and allow him to take a single step!

He… Didn’t think he could make it… But, he also didn’t think he was CAPABLE of… Of… ‘going involuntarily’. When his bladder locked down, it became indestructible. The urine couldn’t escape, even when there was NO room inside of him for it to stay. He couldn’t move unless he got rid of this piss, but he couldn’t get rid of the piss unless he moved. His heart thundered, beating hard against the ice that had suddenly coated his ribs. He was actually STUCK, pinned by his own body- the one thing that he’d always been most proud of. How had it become his worst enemy?

He was so ashamed that he couldn’t think of a way out of his predicament. He was rapidly losing the most personal battle he’d ever fought, his current nemesis was so much stronger than him, so strong that it prevented him from even walking forwards.

He kept palming his crotch, cold sweat drenching him entirely. He tried to stop grabbing at himself, tried to splay his legs out, tried to act like he wasn’t exploding, because he knew all of his actions made no difference. His pee wouldn’t come out no matter how still he stood, all he was doing was making it more OBVIOUS that he was desperate, and if anyone came back here they’d catch him, all knotted up and frantic…

This was… This was mortifying. Squeezing his eyes closed, he managed to take a few steps. Each one made shooting pangs stab through his back, the area below his ribs felt battered and destroyed. The very subtle impact of his feet on the ground was enough to deal damage, and now he wasn’t sure if walking or flying would feel worse.

Flames scorched beneath his ribs, and he felt as though a part of his back was being ripped open by the sharpest claws to ever exist. For the first time since the day he and Kakarot had relieved themselves while fused, Vegeta managed to spring a very small leak.

Horror took hold of him, the minuscule damp spot around his crotch feeling like it must have been the size of a lake. He knew that, at most, he’d accidentally spurted just three or four drops and there was no way that was visible. Yet, he couldn’t stop THINKING that it was obvious he’d soiled himself. He was so terrified of what his bladder was threatening to do to him that he freed himself and aimed at the sand below his feet. ‘Okay, bladder. If you don’t WORK, I’m going to RIP you out of my body and throw you into the sun!’

When he finally was able to look down to search for any wetness near his crotch, he saw a bloated knot of need protruding out of him. His bladder always looked swollen when he had to pee, but today it looked more engorged than ever. It embarrassed him to no end. Even if he was able to stand completely still now, his legs apart, his hands clasped behind his back, not wriggling in the slightest, anyone who looked would STILL know he was desperate. His bladder was visibly filled beyond any reasonable capacity.

Again, he was not able to feel proud of himself for holding so much. He only held so much because he was incapable of performing a very basic function. This wasn’t strength, this was weakness. This was inadequacy. This was disgraceful.

Now that he was aiming, BEYOND ready to let everything out, nothing was happening. He couldn’t go, he could only stand there and endure, and he was so TIRED of enduring. There was zero benefit in this. Until they encountered a villain that said it would blow up the planet unless someone beat it in a holding contest, all of Vegeta’s unintentional bladder-training was useless.

‘Maybe that’s how I should have tried to kill Frieza; Challenge him to such a contest, and then just wait for him to explode.’

He made himself stand there for another few minutes, back screaming, bladder churning, not letting go of a drop. It just wasn’t going to happen. His body had made up its mind. It wasn’t going to listen.

He fumbled his clothing back together and somehow managed to take a step. Then another. And another. Now that he was finally moving, he didn’t let himself stop. Outside the door to the house, he did his best to straighten out. His hands clung to one another rather than his crotch, his ankles parted slightly, and he forced himself to enter. He was as presentable as he could hope to get.

Vegeta approached Kakarot and then simply stood there silently, bobbing on his heels as subtly as he could manage.

“Hey Vegeta,” Kakarot said. “What’s— Oh. Let’s go outside.”

Vegeta’s heart rate ramped up. Kakarot could tell SO easily! If it was that obvious to Kakarot, could everyone ELSE tell, too? Were they all silently thinking ‘Wow, Vegeta’s ready to burst!’ Were they just not saying anything out of fear of incurring his rage? He’d always thought he was GOOD at hiding his urgency, now he wasn’t so sure.

At least it meant he didn’t have to TELL Kakarot what he wanted. He followed the other Saiyan outside, and was unable to help himself “Was I really THAT obvious?” He demanded. A hand started creeping back towards his dick, he curled his fingers in and forced it away, permitting his legs to cross again instead.

Kakarot shrugged, “Nope… I just know what to look for. I don’t think anyone else noticed. You mostly just looked like you’re cold.”

Vegeta was aware of his shaking, it was the one thing he’d never been able to suppress. He could fight against the desire to tangle his legs or clutch at himself for a while, but the twitching brought about by clenching up so hard was unstoppable.

“So, I guess it’s too crowded here, huh?” Kakarot asked, WAY too loudly in Vegeta’s honest opinion. Everyone inside could probably HEAR. “You’re not able to—“

“—I’m not able to fight you on this tiny island,” Vegeta said, even louder. “There isn’t enough space. If you want to do this, we’ll have to go somewhere else.”

“Are you able to fly?”

WHY did Kakarot have to have such a loud voice? Maybe… Maybe he didn’t, it didn’t sound this loud normally, but right now it sounded to Vegeta like he was speaking into a megaphone. He dug his heels into the sand, shifting his feet around. The icy feeling had dripped down from his chest to wrap around his bladder, making it all the more difficult to hold onto.

Worse, he knew that he COULDN’T fly. And even if he COULD, then all he’d be able to see when he looked down would be the rippling ocean. Just hearing it lapping on the shore right now was doing all sorts of unpleasant things to his insides. It would take quite some time for him to reach a place where he could go. He needed to be in a spot like that NOW.

When Kakarot first returned from space years ago and announced that he’d learned how to teleport, Vegeta had been both stunned and frustratingly envious. But then Kakarot had told him HOW his instant transmission ability actually worked; Kakarot could travel to wherever he wanted by focusing on a specific person’s chi, then he would spontaneously appear near them.

And, after that, all Vegeta could feel was… THAT way… Every time he tried to urinate, he couldn’t help but think that Kakarot was going teleport himself right beside him for some inane reason. It made it so that, even when he was completely alone, Vegeta didn’t FEEL like he was.

He was reluctantly glad that, after Kakarot had found out about the… issue, he’d promised NOT to use that technique unless he was already certain that Vegeta wasn’t trying to relieve himself.

Kakarot’s ability could actually be helpful with this issue too, however. “O—Of course I can fly! Why wouldn’t I be able to?” He said. “But, I’m impatient. Use instant transmission.”

Goku had never thought about using instant transmission to help Vegeta out with this. Since he could only teleport to a PERSON and not to a PLACE he thought it wouldn’t be of much use. Vegeta needed to be somewhere WITHOUT other people, after all. He could at least get him a lot CLOSER to some privacy this way, though. He considered where to take him. Bulma’s father was at Capsule Corp, so he could get Vegeta home that way… Capsule Corp was HUGE though, and Vegeta had reluctantly admitted that there were only a couple toilets that he could reliably use there. If where they appeared wound up being too far away from them…

Chi-Chi was still home, and Goku could take Vegeta straight to the woods. It wouldn’t be much of a walk… But, Goku knew a little TOO well now what a ‘full bladder’ felt like to Vegeta. When they’d been fused, Goku had been AMAZED that they’d been capable of taking even five steps without either collapsing or having an accident.

The woods still seemed like the best option, so Goku grabbed Vegeta’s shoulder, focused hard on his wife’s chi, and a second later they’d appeared before her in his kitchen.

Chi-Chi jumped backwards, startled. “Gah! Goku, I’ve told you to stop surprising me with that! You’re gonna give me a heart atta— And WHY did you bring Vegeta here?”

“Because, Master Roshi told me that… One of the Cell Juniors actually got away a few years ago. And it’s hiding in the woods. So, Vegeta and I are gonna split up to look for it!”

Vegeta felt… Something that could perhaps be called ‘impressed’, by how quickly Kakarot had come up with an explanation. Chi-Chi seemed to have fallen for it, too. Absolutely nothing about her expression indicated skepticism. Vegeta reluctantly admitted to himself that HE probably would have gotten so flustered trying to give a response that he accidentally revealed too much.

“Well, okay,” Chi-Chi said. “Don’t let that thing near my house.” She turned to Vegeta, looked at him for just long enough to make him sweat. “Are you cold…? You’re shivering.”

“L—Let’s go, Kakarot,” Vegeta said. He cleared his throat, trying to banish the twitching from his voice. He had to go so badly that it was getting hard to speak, his bladder throbbed so severely that he had to clench his hands into fists to avoid putting them between his legs.

That was one of the most maddening parts of his problem; Since he couldn’t urinate when he was TRYING to, the odds of an accident were virtually non-existent. Yet, the base urge to grip himself and squeeze his opening closed still remained in spite of this knowledge. No matter where his hands were, his bladder would remain full and his pipes welded shut, but holding himself still SOMEHOW made it feel better. He desired to do it now so strongly that his fingers were spasming.

Taking in a shuddering breath, Vegeta added, “I’m… Overflowing with energy, I have to destroy something before I explode.”

“Seeya, Chi-Chi!” Kakarot said as he took Vegeta out the front door.

When he heard it shut behind them, Vegeta allowed one hand to press into his crotch. Immediately, he felt a new sense of security. Some of the pressure bearing down right behind his opening faded. His thighs tensed, his knees and ankles crossed, and his foot tapped uncontrollably as he doubled forwards. It wasn’t until a few seconds had passed that he realized he hadn’t actually thought twice about allowing himself to engage in these behaviors in front of Kakarot.

When Kakarot SPOKE the embarrassment flooded him “O—Oh, you need to go WAY worse than I thought. It’s almost over, you just have to make it to the woods— Do you want me to carry y—“

“Finish that question and it will be the last thing you ever say,” Vegeta warned, taking the first few painful steps. “It’s— I don’t need to— It isn’t THAT bad.” The words sounded ridiculous even to him, everything about his body language displayed that it most certainly WAS ‘that bad’. His bladder thought that Kakarot carrying him to a tree was a brilliant suggestion. His bladder didn’t like being shaken up every time Vegeta drew his legs apart to step forwards. His bladder would prefer it if he could just writhe and twist and clutch himself until someone ELSE got him to where he needed to be.

His bladder was unworthy of being in his body after making such vile suggestions. He SHOULD launch into the sun…

He was breathing heavily after only a handful of steps. THIS was also one of the worst parts. How the HELL could he be so winded after basically doing NOTHING? He hadn’t been fighting, he hadn’t been using any energy attacks, he hadn’t been flying, or even just RUNNING— He’d been WALKING. He wasn’t even wearing weighted clothing or experiencing heightened gravity, yet his bladder dragged him down like he’d put two-ton armbands on both his wrists!

It was so pathetic that it made him want to blow something up just to feel powerful again for a second.

He made it to the woods, and walked a little deeper so that he could no longer see Kakarot’s house. Bouncing in place a little, he decided that this spot would hopefully be usable and started to work at his clothing.

“Wait, hold it!” Kakarot said, distress wavering in his voice.

Startled Vegeta stopped what he was doing and scowled. If something dangerous really WAS wandering around in these woods, it was the worst possible time. His poor bladder had actually started to LOOSEN as he’d been preparing to water the tree, now it was practically pulsating from the shock of having to clamp everything back down again. Vegeta didn’t sense anything nearby other than Kakarot but, as he’d begrudgingly had to learn, a full bladder messed with most of his abilities. “What?” He demanded. “What is it?”

“Is… Um… Is THAT your bladder?!” Kakarot asked, and Vegeta turned to see that Kakarot was WAY too close to him, and staring down at his midsection with wide eyes. Vegeta didn’t understand what was so fascinating to him all of the sudden. Vegeta’s bladder was really full, so his abdomen looked round and bloated, a sharp distended curve protruding there. That was just NORMAL. That was how someone LOOKED when they needed to urinate. Kakarot should have been plenty familiar with it.

“What the Hell are you looking at?! Face the other way!”

“S—Sorry, it’s just— Mine’s never DONE that!”

It was Vegeta’s turn to be surprised. It… Hadn’t? Maybe Kakarot had just never LOOKED at that spot closely enough when he had to go and had never noticed it. Vegeta was POSITIVE that getting a little swollen was what happened to ANYONE when they needed to void. “You just haven’t paid attention,” Vegeta decided. “Now, turn around!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Kakarot repeated, and Vegeta heard him taking a few steps away.

Satisfied that Kakarot was no longer staring, Vegeta pulled himself out and aimed between his feet. The pressure at his tip was excruciating, he really wanted the liquid to erupt right then and there, but it was never that simple. He stomped his feet and dug his heels in, gritting his teeth as he tried to push down on his holding muscles. This only seemed to make them pull tauter, though.

He knew that he probably wasn’t supposed to strain like that, he was supposed to let something RELAX.

He tried to remember the last time he’d relaxed.

Maybe he’d done it once as an infant.

He heard Kakarot clear his throat. “You can do it, Vegeta!” He said.

Dammit, THIS again… All of these ridiculous, little comments. All this ‘support’, like it was somehow acceptable for Vegeta to NEED support when he did this. The awful thing was how calm and matter-of-fact Kakarot was about it, nothing in his tone suggested that he found it even SLIGHTLY weird to… To basically cheer Vegeta on as he tried to relieve himself. Nothing in his tone suggested that Kakarot even knew that he SHOULD have found it weird. He acted like this was just natural and happened all the time.

The most annoying part was how well it worked. Vegeta was glad that SOMETHING made his bladder empty, but he wished that it could be something OTHER than Kakarot babbling nonsensical encouragements at him.

“You can do it!” Kakarot repeated. “Your bladder’s so much weaker than you! You can win!”

As he continued, Vegeta finally felt the stinging sensation that came right before he started to go. It hurt as badly as ever, but he forced himself to bear down on that feeling until he started to dribble into the dirt. Finally… Something was coming out. It was such a weak, light dribble that it didn’t make a dent in the pressure, but if he kept pushing and didn’t let it fade away, he knew he’d be spraying in a few seconds.

“There you go!” Kakarot said. “See? Easy, right?”

Immediately, his stream picked up speed and he was so going so much that he no longer had to force it. The painful sensations vanished in an instant, finally being replaced by the relief he’d been craving. He couldn’t allow himself to let go completely, however. He clenched his jaw, the urge to let loose an embarrassing moan that Kakarot would DEFINITELY hear was hard to beat down.

Why did this need to feel so good, anyway? Why did this shameful, embarrassing action have to be so enjoyable? He would have preferred that it just felt like nothing, the fact that it instead felt so deliriously good that he sometimes caught himself shivering with pleasure was humiliating. If his bladder wanted to be so disobedient, he thought it could at least do him the courtesy of NOT tempting him to moan or slump over when it finally decided to listen to him and drain out.

He didn’t WANT to like the sensation of urinating so much— That he could find ANY enjoyment in performing such a mortifying task infuriated him. This had ultimately begun because he’d so desired to convince everyone that he simply never had the need to void. If only that were true…

But, when he STOPPED thinking about others for a moment, and just concentrated on himself, on the pleasant sensation of the bulge in his midsection loosening, of his bladder finally contracting down to a manageable size… It was something that went beyond mere ‘relief’. It was bliss, and he didn’t ever want the feeling to go away. For a very small moment, he didn’t think at all, he just let himself feel, so when the sigh fell from his lips he didn’t even notice. “Ahhh…”

Kakarot DID notice it. “Feeling better?”

“Sh—shut up, Kakarot!” Vegeta yelled back. His chest tightened again, but somehow the embarrassment washing over him wasn’t enough to cut his stream off. He felt like he was nearly done anyway, thankfully.

“Oh, sorry…” Kakarot said. “Wasn’t thinking. I’ve just never heard you make a noise like that before, so I was surpr—“

Vegeta felt the last of his piss flow out just in time for him to put his clothing back together and stomp over to Kakarot. “You didn’t,“ he hissed.

“…Huh?”

“You. Heard. NOTHING,” Vegeta informed darkly. “Whatever you THOUGHT you heard, if you ever mention it again, there’s not a dragon in the universe that will be able to fix what I do to you!”

Kakarot just blinked at him. “Well, okay…” He said. “Did you finish?”

Vegeta nodded and turned away, arms folded. He HOPED that Kakarot wouldn’t say it this time. Please DON’T say it this time, PLEA—

Of course, he said it. “Good job, Vegeta!”

It was a wonder that Kakarot’s insistence upon telling him that hadn’t ever made his bladder lock up. “HOW many times do I have to tell you; NEVER say that again!”

“But, you like it when I compliment you,” Kakarot said, and his voice was so CERTAIN that Vegeta wanted to silence him permanently.

“I do NOT,” Vegeta insisted. Maybe… Maybe he… Sort of DID… Really, really like it when BULMA praised him— Especially during… One very specific situation. But, he didn’t like hearing it from Kakarot!

“Sure you do,” Kakarot said. “You usually smile when I do— And you always start peeing after I talk about how you’re strong—“

“Th—That’s a coincidence!” Vegeta said. “I would have… Started around then no matter what you’d said.”

Kakarot shrugged, “I dunno… When I DON’T say stuff like that, you take way longer to go…”

Last night. Vegeta hadn’t been able to finish going until he’d PRETENDED Kakarot was there, saying those exact th—

That didn’t mean he NEEDED to hear it, though. It HELPED, but it wasn’t necessary! It couldn’t have been necessary. Because if it WAS necessary, that meant that he was beginning to DEPEND on Kakarot for something, and at that point he may as well lock himself in the gravity chamber for the rest of his life and never be seen again.

He could not allow himself to become dependent on Kakarot for ANYTHING, and especially not this.

That reminded him of his idea from last night. “Kakarot, do you have any of the dragon balls?”

“Yeah, a couple.”

“Great. Hand them over.”

Kakarot, infuriating as he was, didn’t immediately agree. No. Instead, he chose to ASK Vegeta what he wanted to use them for, because “we should only use them when we NEED to”.

Vegeta didn’t think it was ANY business whatsoever of Kakarot’s what he intended to ask the dragon for, but Kakarot wouldn’t budge.

“Just tell me what you’re gonna do with them,” Kakarot said. “If it IS a really good reason, then I’ll give you the ones I have.”

Vegeta scowled, unwilling to look up and meet Kakarot’s eyes. “I— I intend to— I’m planning to… That is, I’d LIKE to…” Why was this so hard to say? Yes, his problem was beyond shameful, but that meant he SHOULDN’T feel so embarrassed to say that he wanted it GONE. How was he ever going to speak his wish aloud to the dragon if he couldn’t even tell Kakarot?!

Goku watched as Vegeta struggled to form words. Once again, Vegeta was having trouble expressing his feelings. Goku was used to that, Vegeta’s thoughts often didn’t want to leave his head and be shared. “Do you wanna fuse so I can hear what you’re thinki—“

“No!” Vegeta snapped. “I just need the dragon balls you have, I’m gathering them— The reason WHY is unimportant, it doesn’t concern you. If you don’t hand them over willingly, we can settle this with—“

“Well, I’ll give ‘em to you so long as you’re using them to wish for something important,” Kakarot explained. “If something big happens and we need them again, I don’t wanna wait a whole year.”

“I assure you, my intentions with them ARE to do something important,” Vegeta said. “Vital, even…” He paused, remembering when Kakarot had gotten sick with the heart virus. The dragon wasn’t able to cure that… But, what Vegeta had wasn’t a DISEASE, really. It was… Well, he didn’t want to LABEL what it was, but it wasn’t an illness. “I would like the dragon to… Erase something from existence.”

Kakarot was quiet for a moment. “Oh, okay. Yeah, I get it. You want to ask the dragon to make it easier for you to pee, don’t you?”

“I— I—“ Vegeta went even redder. How had he figured it out?! Blasted Kakarot! “That’s… Maybe.”

“I’m not sure… The dragon can’t cure viruses and stuff,” Goku said. “I know you aren’t sick, but… I mean, YOU fight against it really hard and still ca—“ He clamped his mouth shut before he accidentally uttered Vegeta’s most reviled word and caused his friend to shut him out completely. “And—And still have… Trouble. So, I dunno if the dragon will be able to do it.” Noticing the almost dangerous look on Vegeta’s face, Goku quickly added “B—Because, you know, YOU’RE stronger than the dragon, and if it’s so hard for you, then…” He trailed off.

“This is true,” Vegeta said. He still wanted to try… Sort of. The more he pictured it, though, the less he liked what he saw. The sky would go pitch black and the enormous dragon would burst to life, floating high above him. The dragon, in its immense booming voice, would then order him to state his wish. And then he’d have to say, out loud, and with the full power of his voice; “I wish to be able to urinate, no matter how many people are near me!”

He didn’t know how he’d EVER get the words out. And like Hell would he tell Kakarot to ask FOR him… Kakarot would find the most embarrassing way to phrase it! “Hey, Shenlong, my best friend can’t take a leak, and that makes his poor body hurt REALLY bad. Fix it.”

“Ugh, never mind,” Vegeta said. “It would be a shameful thing to ask for.”

“I think that’s the problem,” Kakarot said. “You’re feeling ashamed of stuff that you shouldn’t. If you stop thinking about how peeing is ‘embarrassing’, you wouldn’t have trouble. I don’t think it’s embarrassing at all—“

“—Because you lack the pride of a Saiyan.”

“Because it shouldn’t BE embarrassing,” Kakarot told him. “Everyone does it…”

“I’m aware of that, don’t you think I’ve thought of that before? It doesn’t make a difference.”

Goku thought back to when they’d been fused, the feelings he’d experienced and the emotions that had filled Vegeta’s thoughts. The thoughts had made the tension in their body worsen, so Goku KNEW that the thoughts were responsible for it. Looking back, what had been on Vegeta’s mind wasn’t JUST embarrassment, there had also been a LOT of panic. Like, Vegeta was scared, but a certain KIND of scared that was unlike how Goku felt when Chi-Chi told him he was going to the doctor to get a shot. It wasn’t a sudden intense wave of fear, it was something more constant, its strength rising and falling in accordance to how cluttered Vegeta’s thoughts were.

Goku tried to think of a time he’d experienced that for himself… Maybe a few times when he’d been training for a battle, he’d felt like that for a minute or two… But, it went away as soon as he’d told himself ‘You can do it!’ enough times. Those feelings were easy for him to get rid of.

They seemed to like to stick around for Vegeta, though.

Goku wasn’t sure exactly WHAT that feeling was, he just recognized that it must have been a TYPE of fear. “Does the idea of someone seeing you go scare you?” He knew the question was a mistake as soon as it left his mouth.

Furious, Vegeta shouted; “Of course not! You KNOW me, I don’t HAVE fears.”

Goku could think of several things which Vegeta definitely WAS afraid of, but he knew better than to mention them. “You DO have some kind of bad feeling when you think about someone watching, though…”

“Well, it isn’t ‘fear’,” Vegeta scowled. The buzzing in his chest, the racing of his heart, the panicked thoughts… That asinine ‘feeling’ was NOT anything resembling fear, it was just something that annoyed him and didn’t deserve to be anywhere near him. “And…It’s not… I don’t just think about people seeing. I already TOLD you, it’s having them KNOW at all that I’m… Doing that. Thinking about how I… Couldn’t wait anymore, or—“

“But, you need to understand no one would care, or expect you to be able to hold it forever.” To Goku, the solution was so simple! Once Vegeta stopped THINKING the way he did about this, the problem would vanish immediately!

“I’m aware of that,” Vegeta said. “Again, it doesn’t make a difference. And what bothers me the MOST isn’t even THAT. It’s… When it won’t… ‘start’. If someone notices, then…”

“It’s hard for you to pee, because you’re scared about someone noticing that it’s hard for you to pee?”

“I am NOT sca—“

“Okay, okay…” Goku raised his hands. “You aren’t… You’re… Um…” He struggled to think of a term that wouldn’t irritate Vegeta. “Your bladder has… A… Really outstanding defensive technique!”

Vegeta didn’t immediately start protesting, nor did his frown get any deeper, so Goku decided he’d said the right thing.

“But, it’s using that AGAINST you now,” Goku said. “I think you’re gonna have to push yourself.”

“I push myself EVERY da-“

“I meant with… You know, your ‘thing’… Are you able to pee around your family?”

“No…” Vegeta admitted. Last night had shown him that he definitely wasn’t able to do that. That was the first time he’d ever urinated with Bulma awake and near him, and what had followed after he’d realized she was there was something he NEVER wanted to repeat. He didn’t want her to have a reason to THINK about him peeing ever again. If anything, it was trickier to do it near her NOW than it had been when he first started staying at Capsule Corp. He had… feelings about her now that hadn’t been there before, and those feelings told him that he couldn’t let her see him as vulnerable.

It was impossible around Trunks as well. He never had managed to pee in front of him when he was a toddler like Bulma’s parenting book had instructed. As Trunks got older and became more aware of things, Vegeta was even LESS likely to be able to pee near him. He was just glad that Bulma had finally agreed that Trunks was capable of using public men’s rooms by HIMSELF. In the past, whenever Trunks had to go while they were out, Bulma had forced Vegeta to take him in there. His protests of “No one is even going to be ABLE to kidnap a super Saiyan!” all went unheard.

Of course, it HAD to be him that took Trunks, too. For reasons that went far beyond his comprehension, the Earthlings had chosen to segregate their public restrooms between males and females. This had not been the case on his home planet, nor had he seen it on many of the other planets he’d been to. If the inhabitants urinated and had multiple sexes, then they all used the same facilities.

It had always confused him that Earthlings segregated one another for this. He really couldn’t figure out why that segregation was based on sex. If it was based on… ‘People who can go where others can hear them’ and ‘People who want to pee in a sound-proof room with fifty indestructible locks while totally alone’, THEN it would at least make some sense.

One of the most humiliating things that had ever happened to him occurred within his first few weeks spent on Earth. Bulma had taken him out somewhere, he couldn’t even remember WHERE anymore, just that at some point she’d convinced him to take off his gloves and feed some hideous Earth-creature. Vegeta wore his gloves for a good reason, often the creatures he’d fought against in space would be slimy, and he didn’t want his precious fists marred with ooze. The Earth-creature’s tongue was just as slimy, and left a sheen of drool on his hands.

“Ugh, that is revolting,” he’d complained. “Look, woman. THIS is why I need my gloves.”

Bulma looked down at his palms. “Wait, so you’re a germaphobe? That’s… Surprising.”

“The hell’s a germaphobe?”

“It means you’re scared of—“

“I fear nothing,” Vegeta interrupted. “These hands contain more power than you can imagine. Why would I allow them to be tarnished?”

Bulma kept staring. She shut her eyes and didn’t open them for several seconds, rubbing her forehead. “… Well, just go wash them off in the bathroom, then. They’re over that way,” she pointed.

Vegeta went to the building she’d indicated. There were two doors, he just went through the closest one. Immediately, some woman screamed at him to get out. He left, utterly perplexed, and found Bulma standing there laughing at him.

“What’s so funny?!” Vegeta demanded. “Did you plan all of thi—“

“Did you not notice the door?” Bulma asked, still snorting.

Vegeta looked back at the door, seeing an icon affixed to it. A circle on top of a triangle. Its meaning was impossible to decipher, yet Bulma acted as though it were obvious. “What?”

“That’s the women’s.”

He still didn’t understand. “What?”

“The men’s is over there,” Bulma gestured once more.

“Wait, so they’re separated?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“…Why?”

Bulma had failed to provide an answer that he’d found satisfactory, and then she had the GALL to tell Kakarot that he’d gone into the women’s room. “So, in some ways, he’s a bit like you when you were younger!”

Telling the story was already an insult, but to compare him to Kakarot on top of that?!

The segregation may have been nonsensical, but it meant that Vegeta would HAVE to walk Trunks to the bathroom and then just stand awkwardly off the side while he used it. And, of course, Vegeta’s bladder would often be FULL as he did this. Everything he heard, everything he saw, all of it was such a horrid tease to his own urge. It was aggravating to have to stand there, holding it in, while people whom were so much WEAKER than him all accomplished the one thing he could never do. He was the only one in the restroom that could level a city with one finger, and also the only one that couldn’t pee.

And these bathroom trips usually took a while. To Vegeta’s dismay, Trunks had apparently inherited his bladder from the Saiyan side of his family. When he started hopping around and saying “Daaad, it’s an emergency!” that meant Vegeta would have to spend at least two minutes enduring the sounds of streams hissing and toilets flushing before Trunks was finished. It was during one of these trips that Vegeta realized he would NEVER be able to bring himself to urinate near Trunks.

It was only a couple years ago, so Trunks had probably been about six. Vegeta had brought him into the restroom. He’d miscalculated something somewhere, either this trip was taking a lot longer than he’d thought, or the drinks he’d had today had moved through him faster than expected. Either way, something had gone wrong and his bladder was aching immensely.

To his dismay, several of the urinals were being used. How could ANYONE use those?! There were no doors, absolutely NOTHING to use for cover, not a hint of privacy! Why had the Earthlings felt the need to invent such a ridiculous fixture?! He could hear the streams splashing into them very clearly, like rushing water hissing right next to his ears, filling up his head and bladder in equal measures.

Generally, having extremely powerful hearing was a GOOD thing. If an opponent was moving too fast for him to see, his ears could EASILY make up the difference. Being able to hear so well was more of a curse when he so desperately didn’t WANT to hear something. If only there was a way to turn his ears OFF.

Trunks finished relieving himself, and Vegeta told him to go wash his hands since he knew Bulma would be annoyed if he didn’t. Vegeta was trying VERY hard not to feel envious of his own son, but the feeling WAS there. His bladder’s sensitive walls shuddered when Trunks turned the sink on and one more watery-sound filled his ears.

His thighs were tensed and his knees were pressed firmly together. There were copious demands from within to start moving around, to start squirming, to even give himself a very quick squeeze that hopefully no one would notice. The restroom was crowded though, so he knew someone WOULD notice. He also knew that trying to use a stall would be futile and only leave him more frustrated and desperate. Trying a urinal, trying to void out in the open with no cover, where someone would SURELY be able to tell he was having trouble, would probably cause him to die of embarrassment.

The mall Bulma had insisted they visit that day was in the middle of the city, he was unlikely to find any privacy near it. Kakarot SHOULD have taught him how to use instant transmission before he’d died, then he could just teleport to somewhere that was a little less populated. Without Kakarot there, he had no way to do it.

Kakarot SHOULD have chosen to be brought back to life right after the Cell Game. If Kakarot had been alive, if he’d been THERE, if Vegeta could go up to him and ask for some hel— For what he needed… ‘Kakarot, you moron! Why would you choose to stay dead? I need you here!’

Dammit, was he seriously MISSING Kakarot?!

No. Of course not. He just missed urinating. That was all.

Trunks finished up at the sink and turned around, “I’m done, Dad,” he said.

“Good, now let’s get out of here,” Vegeta said, taking his wrist and leading him back through the door. His bladder started to calm down a little now that he could no longer hear others peeing. But, he still felt so bloated and walking around again after staying still had shaken the liquid in him up a bit. He paused in the hallway and quickly crossed his legs for a second before continuing to pace.

Any relief he’d felt upon exiting the bathroom vanished when Trunks spoke up; “Dad, how come you never go?”

“What are you talking about?”

“When you take me to the bathroom, you always have to pee too, but then you never do it.”

Vegeta had been TRYING not to get angry with the boy. He wanted to give Trunks a better childhood than he’d had, and his volatile temper made that hard. He was pleased that he hadn’t yet lost it and hit Trunks out of anger— This was why he never helped Trunks train if he was genuinely mad at him, he just couldn’t trust himself not to go too far and hurt him. He HAD, however, definitely yelled at his son pretty frequently and had said things that he knew he never should have.

He felt flustered and a touch irritated now, but he did NOT want to shout. Trunks wouldn’t even understand that he’d hit a nerve, that he’d mentioned something Vegeta didn’t allow others to speak of. “I… Don’t have to,” he said.

“Uh-huh, you were crossing your legs,” Trunks pointed out. “Why don’t you ever go? You’ll have an accident and Mom’ll get ma—“

“I won’t have an… I won’t do THAT. And I don’t use public facilities,” Vegeta stated.

Trunks furrowed his brow at the unfamiliar word. “Fasss-illy—“

“It means ‘toilet’,” Vegeta explained.

“Why not?” Trunks asked again.

“You don’t need to know.”

“But, doesn’t it hurt to hold it all the—“

“Trunks!” Vegeta interrupted sharply. Trunks’s lip started to tremble and Vegeta hastily lowered his tone. “I don’t… I don’t go because… You can train your bladder to get stronger too, and—“ He stopped abruptly, remembering how his problem had started. There were a LOT of things he wanted Trunks to inherit from him— Strength, honor, pride, determination… He didn’t want to accidentally encourage Trunks to inherit THIS. “Just— As you get older, you can wait longer.”

“Oh… But, you keep acting like you have to go really bad,” Trunks said. “You cross your legs and do this…” Trunks started to hop exaggeratedly in place, getting faster and faster, only stopping when he made himself dizzy.

Vegeta watched his son’s mimicry in horror. He didn’t ever jiggle around THAT much, did he?! To his dismay, he had a sudden urge to start bouncing on his toes when a new surge of need ramped up inside him. Trunks was looking up at him now, no way could he allow any sort of wriggling. “That’s… I’m… Actually, that’s… A way for me to give my legs a work-out when I’m busy with something else.”

Trunks didn’t appear to believe him. “I don’t think I’ve seen you go at home, either… Have you just been holding it your whole life?”

Recounting as much of this as he could to Kakarot, Vegeta explained, “So, I think Trunks can tell there’s something wrong. And, as I mentioned, people KNOWING makes it—“

“Like I keep saying,” Kakarot told him. “I think the problem is you focus so much on what other people are thinking about. You can go in front of me now because you were able to find out what I was thinking. You can’t fuse with Trunks or Bulma, but I think if you TRY to go around them a few times, it will get easier. And don’t think about doing it for THEM, either. Focus on how you want to get better just so YOU can feel comfortable.”

No. No. No. He was NOT going to ask Bulma OR Trunks to be there with him while he inevitably FAILED to urinate. “Absolutely not.”

“Think of it like you’re training. You start easy, and then—“

“No.”

Goku sighed. This was REALLY the only solution he could think of. If Vegeta wanted his problem to improve, then he was going to have to FIGHT it. It was so unlike his friend to back down from a challenge. With that, he thought he had a way to convince Vegeta to try, and he braced himself for the wrath he was sure to incur in the process. “So, that’s it? You’re just gonna accept defeat?”

Vegeta said nothing, but Goku saw a twitching in his jaw. Just a little further…

“You think THIS is way too strong for you? So much that you won’t even try?”

More twitching, his eyelid was starting to spasm as well.

Goku knew which word to use now, he knew EXACTLY what term would really set him off…“I guess if the Prince of all Saiyans REALLY thinks that he just CAN’T—“

“Kakarot, how dare you speak to me this way?!” Vegeta exploded. “To even SUGGEST that I’d be intimidated by THIS… Of course I can destroy it, and I don’t need YOUR help!”

Goku watched as Vegeta abruptly and furiously flew off. He smiled. “Good luck!” He called.

“Bite me!”

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7 hours ago, secretomoact said:

The next morning, Bulma didn’t mention anything that had occurred during the night, which Vegeta was grateful for. His shame still lingered over him like a cloud. It was so bad that he couldn’t manage to take his morning piss even when he was POSITIVE that he was alone.

He needed something else to occupy his mind with. Everyone was getting together at Kame House to celebrate Buu’s defeat today, and he hoped THAT would provide a distraction. Parties generally annoyed him, they wasted time he could be using to train, and they were so loud that he couldn’t think. But, since he didn’t WANT to think today, he assumed he could tolerate it.

He couldn’t tolerate it.

There was another thing he hated about parties, especially when they were held in tiny, cramped homes like Kame House; If his bladder got full, he would be forced to keep it that way.

He watched his son play with Kakarot’s youngest child for a while, before his body gave him a sharp reminder that he hadn’t yet relieved himself today.

He was not even going to bother making an ATTEMPT to use the restroom here. He knew someone would see him head up there, and thus that they’d then be thinking about him peeing, about him NEEDING to pee, about his bladder overpowering him and forcing him to go empty it. The ice would overtake his entire chest, and nothing would come out. He’d stay in there longer than anyone ever should, so THEN everybody would be thinking ‘Oh, does Vegeta have trouble peeing? That’s hilarious!’

And even if all of that DIDN’T happen… This WAS Master Roshi’s house. He wouldn’t put it past the perverted old bastard to have tiny cameras hidden all over the restroom just in case one of the women had to use it.

Vegeta was going to have to hold it, just like he always did.

If only everyone would stop offering him drinks.

He knew his refusal to have any of them was probably suspect. When the adult version of his son had first arrived in his time machine, he’d brought a whole bunch of beverages. Vegeta was the only one that didn’t have any. They were all awaiting Kakarot’s arrival, and Vegeta hadn’t been sure how long that would take. All he’d been sure of was that Bulma hadn’t left him alone while he was showering earlier, which had prevented him from using the toilet while he was in there, and his bladder was already uncomfortably bloated. Adding more fluid to his body, when he didn’t know how long he’d have to wait out here without any privacy, would be an awful idea.

That day, his decision not to drink anything had caught people’s attention too. It was hot out, everyone was sweating. He’d felt thirsty and probably looked it, too. The purple-haired time traveler had REALLY tried to share a drink with him for reasons he hadn’t understood back then, and every time he said no and wiped sweat from his brow, he was met with confused looks.

Now, the same thing was happening. Only worse because these days everyone here really considered him a friend. His refusals couldn’t be written off as moody aloofness like they had been years ago.

“Come on, Vegeta,” Krillin said. “You look tenser than usual! Have a drink!”

“No,” Vegeta said. His bladder convulsed, even one sip would add to the strain it was already dealing with.

“You sure?”

Kakarot came up beside them, “Oh, hey, Krillin!” He said. “Goten’s been trying to copy your Destrocto Disc, wanna teach him?”

“W—Wow, he has?” Krillin asked. “Sure!”

Vegeta released some tension once they’d gone, but not too much. His bladder was seriously starting to ache…

The worst part was that he WAS thirsty…

That was always a problem. Vegeta KNEW how important hydration was. If he didn’t drink enough water when he was training, if his body didn’t have the proper amount of fluid in it before a battle, any injuries he sustained would be WORSE. But, sometimes, he just COULDN’T make himself drink as much as he knew he needed to.

Before long, he could feel heat creeping up his lower back. He wasn’t QUITE experiencing the Hell of having his kidneys ignited just yet, but he knew it was right on the horizon. It WOULD happen soon. His heart pounding, he knew that he needed to go… Tell Kakarot soon. But, every time he shifted his gaze to search for him, Kakarot was in the middle of a conversation. Vegeta told himself to just go over there and demand Kakarot ‘fight’ him. EVERYONE would believe that, they’d have no reason to think Vegeta actually wanted something else.

He took one step. It was a mistake. The boiling in his back reached a sudden and excruciating peak, the familiar surge of acidic torment shot through him, making him feel like he was being blasted by every foe he’d ever faced at the same time. A gasp of pain fell from his lips and he barely managed to rush outside and run behind the house without letting out any mortifying sounds.

Now, finally given some privacy, he moved his hands to squeeze himself. He allowed it for only a second, and the relief it brought made him sort of delirious. It was awful when he forced himself to let go again. The torment in his back hadn’t faded, running out here had made it so much worse, like he’d managed to slosh more boiling piss upwards through his body. Every bit of him felt hot and pained.

He NEEDED to be… Somewhere else! Right now!

He couldn’t fly away, he couldn’t even concentrate well enough to get IN the air, and even if he somehow managed it, such a DRASTIC change in gravity and position may actually cause him to explode. He could take Bulma’s plane, but then she’d demand to know why he was leaving suddenly without her. His only other option was to see if Roshi still had a boat, and that would take AGES.

He told himself to keep writhing and squirming, once he had a better handle on things, he’d go to Kakarot, he’d demand to be taken somewhere private. He continued to jiggle and clutch himself, and found that his legs would NOT uncross and allow him to take a single step!

He… Didn’t think he could make it… But, he also didn’t think he was CAPABLE of… Of… ‘going involuntarily’. When his bladder locked down, it became indestructible. The urine couldn’t escape, even when there was NO room inside of him for it to stay. He couldn’t move unless he got rid of this piss, but he couldn’t get rid of the piss unless he moved. His heart thundered, beating hard against the ice that had suddenly coated his ribs. He was actually STUCK, pinned by his own body- the one thing that he’d always been most proud of. How had it become his worst enemy?

He was so ashamed that he couldn’t think of a way out of his predicament. He was rapidly losing the most personal battle he’d ever fought, his current nemesis was so much stronger than him, so strong that it prevented him from even walking forwards.

He kept palming his crotch, cold sweat drenching him entirely. He tried to stop grabbing at himself, tried to splay his legs out, tried to act like he wasn’t exploding, because he knew all of his actions made no difference. His pee wouldn’t come out no matter how still he stood, all he was doing was making it more OBVIOUS that he was desperate, and if anyone came back here they’d catch him, all knotted up and frantic…

This was… This was mortifying. Squeezing his eyes closed, he managed to take a few steps. Each one made shooting pangs stab through his back, the area below his ribs felt battered and destroyed. The very subtle impact of his feet on the ground was enough to deal damage, and now he wasn’t sure if walking or flying would feel worse.

Flames scorched beneath his ribs, and he felt as though a part of his back was being ripped open by the sharpest claws to ever exist. For the first time since the day he and Kakarot had relieved themselves while fused, Vegeta managed to spring a very small leak.

Horror took hold of him, the minuscule damp spot around his crotch feeling like it must have been the size of a lake. He knew that, at most, he’d accidentally spurted just three or four drops and there was no way that was visible. Yet, he couldn’t stop THINKING that it was obvious he’d soiled himself. He was so terrified of what his bladder was threatening to do to him that he freed himself and aimed at the sand below his feet. ‘Okay, bladder. If you don’t WORK, I’m going to RIP you out of my body and throw you into the sun!’

When he finally was able to look down to search for any wetness near his crotch, he saw a bloated knot of need protruding out of him. His bladder always looked swollen when he had to pee, but today it looked more engorged than ever. It embarrassed him to no end. Even if he was able to stand completely still now, his legs apart, his hands clasped behind his back, not wriggling in the slightest, anyone who looked would STILL know he was desperate. His bladder was visibly filled beyond any reasonable capacity.

Again, he was not able to feel proud of himself for holding so much. He only held so much because he was incapable of performing a very basic function. This wasn’t strength, this was weakness. This was inadequacy. This was disgraceful.

Now that he was aiming, BEYOND ready to let everything out, nothing was happening. He couldn’t go, he could only stand there and endure, and he was so TIRED of enduring. There was zero benefit in this. Until they encountered a villain that said it would blow up the planet unless someone beat it in a holding contest, all of Vegeta’s unintentional bladder-training was useless.

‘Maybe that’s how I should have tried to kill Frieza; Challenge him to such a contest, and then just wait for him to explode.’

He made himself stand there for another few minutes, back screaming, bladder churning, not letting go of a drop. It just wasn’t going to happen. His body had made up its mind. It wasn’t going to listen.

He fumbled his clothing back together and somehow managed to take a step. Then another. And another. Now that he was finally moving, he didn’t let himself stop. Outside the door to the house, he did his best to straighten out. His hands clung to one another rather than his crotch, his ankles parted slightly, and he forced himself to enter. He was as presentable as he could hope to get.

Vegeta approached Kakarot and then simply stood there silently, bobbing on his heels as subtly as he could manage.

“Hey Vegeta,” Kakarot said. “What’s— Oh. Let’s go outside.”

Vegeta’s heart rate ramped up. Kakarot could tell SO easily! If it was that obvious to Kakarot, could everyone ELSE tell, too? Were they all silently thinking ‘Wow, Vegeta’s ready to burst!’ Were they just not saying anything out of fear of incurring his rage? He’d always thought he was GOOD at hiding his urgency, now he wasn’t so sure.

At least it meant he didn’t have to TELL Kakarot what he wanted. He followed the other Saiyan outside, and was unable to help himself “Was I really THAT obvious?” He demanded. A hand started creeping back towards his dick, he curled his fingers in and forced it away, permitting his legs to cross again instead.

Kakarot shrugged, “Nope… I just know what to look for. I don’t think anyone else noticed. You mostly just looked like you’re cold.”

Vegeta was aware of his shaking, it was the one thing he’d never been able to suppress. He could fight against the desire to tangle his legs or clutch at himself for a while, but the twitching brought about by clenching up so hard was unstoppable.

“So, I guess it’s too crowded here, huh?” Kakarot asked, WAY too loudly in Vegeta’s honest opinion. Everyone inside could probably HEAR. “You’re not able to—“

“—I’m not able to fight you on this tiny island,” Vegeta said, even louder. “There isn’t enough space. If you want to do this, we’ll have to go somewhere else.”

“Are you able to fly?”

WHY did Kakarot have to have such a loud voice? Maybe… Maybe he didn’t, it didn’t sound this loud normally, but right now it sounded to Vegeta like he was speaking into a megaphone. He dug his heels into the sand, shifting his feet around. The icy feeling had dripped down from his chest to wrap around his bladder, making it all the more difficult to hold onto.

Worse, he knew that he COULDN’T fly. And even if he COULD, then all he’d be able to see when he looked down would be the rippling ocean. Just hearing it lapping on the shore right now was doing all sorts of unpleasant things to his insides. It would take quite some time for him to reach a place where he could go. He needed to be in a spot like that NOW.

When Kakarot first returned from space years ago and announced that he’d learned how to teleport, Vegeta had been both stunned and frustratingly envious. But then Kakarot had told him HOW his instant transmission ability actually worked; Kakarot could travel to wherever he wanted by focusing on a specific person’s chi, then he would spontaneously appear near them.

And, after that, all Vegeta could feel was… THAT way… Every time he tried to urinate, he couldn’t help but think that Kakarot was going teleport himself right beside him for some inane reason. It made it so that, even when he was completely alone, Vegeta didn’t FEEL like he was.

He was reluctantly glad that, after Kakarot had found out about the… issue, he’d promised NOT to use that technique unless he was already certain that Vegeta wasn’t trying to relieve himself.

Kakarot’s ability could actually be helpful with this issue too, however. “O—Of course I can fly! Why wouldn’t I be able to?” He said. “But, I’m impatient. Use instant transmission.”

Goku had never thought about using instant transmission to help Vegeta out with this. Since he could only teleport to a PERSON and not to a PLACE he thought it wouldn’t be of much use. Vegeta needed to be somewhere WITHOUT other people, after all. He could at least get him a lot CLOSER to some privacy this way, though. He considered where to take him. Bulma’s father was at Capsule Corp, so he could get Vegeta home that way… Capsule Corp was HUGE though, and Vegeta had reluctantly admitted that there were only a couple toilets that he could reliably use there. If where they appeared wound up being too far away from them…

Chi-Chi was still home, and Goku could take Vegeta straight to the woods. It wouldn’t be much of a walk… But, Goku knew a little TOO well now what a ‘full bladder’ felt like to Vegeta. When they’d been fused, Goku had been AMAZED that they’d been capable of taking even five steps without either collapsing or having an accident.

The woods still seemed like the best option, so Goku grabbed Vegeta’s shoulder, focused hard on his wife’s chi, and a second later they’d appeared before her in his kitchen.

Chi-Chi jumped backwards, startled. “Gah! Goku, I’ve told you to stop surprising me with that! You’re gonna give me a heart atta— And WHY did you bring Vegeta here?”

“Because, Master Roshi told me that… One of the Cell Juniors actually got away a few years ago. And it’s hiding in the woods. So, Vegeta and I are gonna split up to look for it!”

Vegeta felt… Something that could perhaps be called ‘impressed’, by how quickly Kakarot had come up with an explanation. Chi-Chi seemed to have fallen for it, too. Absolutely nothing about her expression indicated skepticism. Vegeta reluctantly admitted to himself that HE probably would have gotten so flustered trying to give a response that he accidentally revealed too much.

“Well, okay,” Chi-Chi said. “Don’t let that thing near my house.” She turned to Vegeta, looked at him for just long enough to make him sweat. “Are you cold…? You’re shivering.”

“L—Let’s go, Kakarot,” Vegeta said. He cleared his throat, trying to banish the twitching from his voice. He had to go so badly that it was getting hard to speak, his bladder throbbed so severely that he had to clench his hands into fists to avoid putting them between his legs.

That was one of the most maddening parts of his problem; Since he couldn’t urinate when he was TRYING to, the odds of an accident were virtually non-existent. Yet, the base urge to grip himself and squeeze his opening closed still remained in spite of this knowledge. No matter where his hands were, his bladder would remain full and his pipes welded shut, but holding himself still SOMEHOW made it feel better. He desired to do it now so strongly that his fingers were spasming.

Taking in a shuddering breath, Vegeta added, “I’m… Overflowing with energy, I have to destroy something before I explode.”

“Seeya, Chi-Chi!” Kakarot said as he took Vegeta out the front door.

When he heard it shut behind them, Vegeta allowed one hand to press into his crotch. Immediately, he felt a new sense of security. Some of the pressure bearing down right behind his opening faded. His thighs tensed, his knees and ankles crossed, and his foot tapped uncontrollably as he doubled forwards. It wasn’t until a few seconds had passed that he realized he hadn’t actually thought twice about allowing himself to engage in these behaviors in front of Kakarot.

When Kakarot SPOKE the embarrassment flooded him “O—Oh, you need to go WAY worse than I thought. It’s almost over, you just have to make it to the woods— Do you want me to carry y—“

“Finish that question and it will be the last thing you ever say,” Vegeta warned, taking the first few painful steps. “It’s— I don’t need to— It isn’t THAT bad.” The words sounded ridiculous even to him, everything about his body language displayed that it most certainly WAS ‘that bad’. His bladder thought that Kakarot carrying him to a tree was a brilliant suggestion. His bladder didn’t like being shaken up every time Vegeta drew his legs apart to step forwards. His bladder would prefer it if he could just writhe and twist and clutch himself until someone ELSE got him to where he needed to be.

His bladder was unworthy of being in his body after making such vile suggestions. He SHOULD launch into the sun…

He was breathing heavily after only a handful of steps. THIS was also one of the worst parts. How the HELL could he be so winded after basically doing NOTHING? He hadn’t been fighting, he hadn’t been using any energy attacks, he hadn’t been flying, or even just RUNNING— He’d been WALKING. He wasn’t even wearing weighted clothing or experiencing heightened gravity, yet his bladder dragged him down like he’d put two-ton armbands on both his wrists!

It was so pathetic that it made him want to blow something up just to feel powerful again for a second.

He made it to the woods, and walked a little deeper so that he could no longer see Kakarot’s house. Bouncing in place a little, he decided that this spot would hopefully be usable and started to work at his clothing.

“Wait, hold it!” Kakarot said, distress wavering in his voice.

Startled Vegeta stopped what he was doing and scowled. If something dangerous really WAS wandering around in these woods, it was the worst possible time. His poor bladder had actually started to LOOSEN as he’d been preparing to water the tree, now it was practically pulsating from the shock of having to clamp everything back down again. Vegeta didn’t sense anything nearby other than Kakarot but, as he’d begrudgingly had to learn, a full bladder messed with most of his abilities. “What?” He demanded. “What is it?”

“Is… Um… Is THAT your bladder?!” Kakarot asked, and Vegeta turned to see that Kakarot was WAY too close to him, and staring down at his midsection with wide eyes. Vegeta didn’t understand what was so fascinating to him all of the sudden. Vegeta’s bladder was really full, so his abdomen looked round and bloated, a sharp distended curve protruding there. That was just NORMAL. That was how someone LOOKED when they needed to urinate. Kakarot should have been plenty familiar with it.

“What the Hell are you looking at?! Face the other way!”

“S—Sorry, it’s just— Mine’s never DONE that!”

It was Vegeta’s turn to be surprised. It… Hadn’t? Maybe Kakarot had just never LOOKED at that spot closely enough when he had to go and had never noticed it. Vegeta was POSITIVE that getting a little swollen was what happened to ANYONE when they needed to void. “You just haven’t paid attention,” Vegeta decided. “Now, turn around!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Kakarot repeated, and Vegeta heard him taking a few steps away.

Satisfied that Kakarot was no longer staring, Vegeta pulled himself out and aimed between his feet. The pressure at his tip was excruciating, he really wanted the liquid to erupt right then and there, but it was never that simple. He stomped his feet and dug his heels in, gritting his teeth as he tried to push down on his holding muscles. This only seemed to make them pull tauter, though.

He knew that he probably wasn’t supposed to strain like that, he was supposed to let something RELAX.

He tried to remember the last time he’d relaxed.

Maybe he’d done it once as an infant.

He heard Kakarot clear his throat. “You can do it, Vegeta!” He said.

Dammit, THIS again… All of these ridiculous, little comments. All this ‘support’, like it was somehow acceptable for Vegeta to NEED support when he did this. The awful thing was how calm and matter-of-fact Kakarot was about it, nothing in his tone suggested that he found it even SLIGHTLY weird to… To basically cheer Vegeta on as he tried to relieve himself. Nothing in his tone suggested that Kakarot even knew that he SHOULD have found it weird. He acted like this was just natural and happened all the time.

The most annoying part was how well it worked. Vegeta was glad that SOMETHING made his bladder empty, but he wished that it could be something OTHER than Kakarot babbling nonsensical encouragements at him.

“You can do it!” Kakarot repeated. “Your bladder’s so much weaker than you! You can win!”

As he continued, Vegeta finally felt the stinging sensation that came right before he started to go. It hurt as badly as ever, but he forced himself to bear down on that feeling until he started to dribble into the dirt. Finally… Something was coming out. It was such a weak, light dribble that it didn’t make a dent in the pressure, but if he kept pushing and didn’t let it fade away, he knew he’d be spraying in a few seconds.

“There you go!” Kakarot said. “See? Easy, right?”

Immediately, his stream picked up speed and he was so going so much that he no longer had to force it. The painful sensations vanished in an instant, finally being replaced by the relief he’d been craving. He couldn’t allow himself to let go completely, however. He clenched his jaw, the urge to let loose an embarrassing moan that Kakarot would DEFINITELY hear was hard to beat down.

Why did this need to feel so good, anyway? Why did this shameful, embarrassing action have to be so enjoyable? He would have preferred that it just felt like nothing, the fact that it instead felt so deliriously good that he sometimes caught himself shivering with pleasure was humiliating. If his bladder wanted to be so disobedient, he thought it could at least do him the courtesy of NOT tempting him to moan or slump over when it finally decided to listen to him and drain out.

He didn’t WANT to like the sensation of urinating so much— That he could find ANY enjoyment in performing such a mortifying task infuriated him. This had ultimately begun because he’d so desired to convince everyone that he simply never had the need to void. If only that were true…

But, when he STOPPED thinking about others for a moment, and just concentrated on himself, on the pleasant sensation of the bulge in his midsection loosening, of his bladder finally contracting down to a manageable size… It was something that went beyond mere ‘relief’. It was bliss, and he didn’t ever want the feeling to go away. For a very small moment, he didn’t think at all, he just let himself feel, so when the sigh fell from his lips he didn’t even notice. “Ahhh…”

Kakarot DID notice it. “Feeling better?”

“Sh—shut up, Kakarot!” Vegeta yelled back. His chest tightened again, but somehow the embarrassment washing over him wasn’t enough to cut his stream off. He felt like he was nearly done anyway, thankfully.

“Oh, sorry…” Kakarot said. “Wasn’t thinking. I’ve just never heard you make a noise like that before, so I was surpr—“

Vegeta felt the last of his piss flow out just in time for him to put his clothing back together and stomp over to Kakarot. “You didn’t,“ he hissed.

“…Huh?”

“You. Heard. NOTHING,” Vegeta informed darkly. “Whatever you THOUGHT you heard, if you ever mention it again, there’s not a dragon in the universe that will be able to fix what I do to you!”

Kakarot just blinked at him. “Well, okay…” He said. “Did you finish?”

Vegeta nodded and turned away, arms folded. He HOPED that Kakarot wouldn’t say it this time. Please DON’T say it this time, PLEA—

Of course, he said it. “Good job, Vegeta!”

It was a wonder that Kakarot’s insistence upon telling him that hadn’t ever made his bladder lock up. “HOW many times do I have to tell you; NEVER say that again!”

“But, you like it when I compliment you,” Kakarot said, and his voice was so CERTAIN that Vegeta wanted to silence him permanently.

“I do NOT,” Vegeta insisted. Maybe… Maybe he… Sort of DID… Really, really like it when BULMA praised him— Especially during… One very specific situation. But, he didn’t like hearing it from Kakarot!

“Sure you do,” Kakarot said. “You usually smile when I do— And you always start peeing after I talk about how you’re strong—“

“Th—That’s a coincidence!” Vegeta said. “I would have… Started around then no matter what you’d said.”

Kakarot shrugged, “I dunno… When I DON’T say stuff like that, you take way longer to go…”

Last night. Vegeta hadn’t been able to finish going until he’d PRETENDED Kakarot was there, saying those exact th—

That didn’t mean he NEEDED to hear it, though. It HELPED, but it wasn’t necessary! It couldn’t have been necessary. Because if it WAS necessary, that meant that he was beginning to DEPEND on Kakarot for something, and at that point he may as well lock himself in the gravity chamber for the rest of his life and never be seen again.

He could not allow himself to become dependent on Kakarot for ANYTHING, and especially not this.

That reminded him of his idea from last night. “Kakarot, do you have any of the dragon balls?”

“Yeah, a couple.”

“Great. Hand them over.”

Kakarot, infuriating as he was, didn’t immediately agree. No. Instead, he chose to ASK Vegeta what he wanted to use them for, because “we should only use them when we NEED to”.

Vegeta didn’t think it was ANY business whatsoever of Kakarot’s what he intended to ask the dragon for, but Kakarot wouldn’t budge.

“Just tell me what you’re gonna do with them,” Kakarot said. “If it IS a really good reason, then I’ll give you the ones I have.”

Vegeta scowled, unwilling to look up and meet Kakarot’s eyes. “I— I intend to— I’m planning to… That is, I’d LIKE to…” Why was this so hard to say? Yes, his problem was beyond shameful, but that meant he SHOULDN’T feel so embarrassed to say that he wanted it GONE. How was he ever going to speak his wish aloud to the dragon if he couldn’t even tell Kakarot?!

Goku watched as Vegeta struggled to form words. Once again, Vegeta was having trouble expressing his feelings. Goku was used to that, Vegeta’s thoughts often didn’t want to leave his head and be shared. “Do you wanna fuse so I can hear what you’re thinki—“

“No!” Vegeta snapped. “I just need the dragon balls you have, I’m gathering them— The reason WHY is unimportant, it doesn’t concern you. If you don’t hand them over willingly, we can settle this with—“

“Well, I’ll give ‘em to you so long as you’re using them to wish for something important,” Kakarot explained. “If something big happens and we need them again, I don’t wanna wait a whole year.”

“I assure you, my intentions with them ARE to do something important,” Vegeta said. “Vital, even…” He paused, remembering when Kakarot had gotten sick with the heart virus. The dragon wasn’t able to cure that… But, what Vegeta had wasn’t a DISEASE, really. It was… Well, he didn’t want to LABEL what it was, but it wasn’t an illness. “I would like the dragon to… Erase something from existence.”

Kakarot was quiet for a moment. “Oh, okay. Yeah, I get it. You want to ask the dragon to make it easier for you to pee, don’t you?”

“I— I—“ Vegeta went even redder. How had he figured it out?! Blasted Kakarot! “That’s… Maybe.”

“I’m not sure… The dragon can’t cure viruses and stuff,” Goku said. “I know you aren’t sick, but… I mean, YOU fight against it really hard and still ca—“ He clamped his mouth shut before he accidentally uttered Vegeta’s most reviled word and caused his friend to shut him out completely. “And—And still have… Trouble. So, I dunno if the dragon will be able to do it.” Noticing the almost dangerous look on Vegeta’s face, Goku quickly added “B—Because, you know, YOU’RE stronger than the dragon, and if it’s so hard for you, then…” He trailed off.

“This is true,” Vegeta said. He still wanted to try… Sort of. The more he pictured it, though, the less he liked what he saw. The sky would go pitch black and the enormous dragon would burst to life, floating high above him. The dragon, in its immense booming voice, would then order him to state his wish. And then he’d have to say, out loud, and with the full power of his voice; “I wish to be able to urinate, no matter how many people are near me!”

He didn’t know how he’d EVER get the words out. And like Hell would he tell Kakarot to ask FOR him… Kakarot would find the most embarrassing way to phrase it! “Hey, Shenlong, my best friend can’t take a leak, and that makes his poor body hurt REALLY bad. Fix it.”

“Ugh, never mind,” Vegeta said. “It would be a shameful thing to ask for.”

“I think that’s the problem,” Kakarot said. “You’re feeling ashamed of stuff that you shouldn’t. If you stop thinking about how peeing is ‘embarrassing’, you wouldn’t have trouble. I don’t think it’s embarrassing at all—“

“—Because you lack the pride of a Saiyan.”

“Because it shouldn’t BE embarrassing,” Kakarot told him. “Everyone does it…”

“I’m aware of that, don’t you think I’ve thought of that before? It doesn’t make a difference.”

Goku thought back to when they’d been fused, the feelings he’d experienced and the emotions that had filled Vegeta’s thoughts. The thoughts had made the tension in their body worsen, so Goku KNEW that the thoughts were responsible for it. Looking back, what had been on Vegeta’s mind wasn’t JUST embarrassment, there had also been a LOT of panic. Like, Vegeta was scared, but a certain KIND of scared that was unlike how Goku felt when Chi-Chi told him he was going to the doctor to get a shot. It wasn’t a sudden intense wave of fear, it was something more constant, its strength rising and falling in accordance to how cluttered Vegeta’s thoughts were.

Goku tried to think of a time he’d experienced that for himself… Maybe a few times when he’d been training for a battle, he’d felt like that for a minute or two… But, it went away as soon as he’d told himself ‘You can do it!’ enough times. Those feelings were easy for him to get rid of.

They seemed to like to stick around for Vegeta, though.

Goku wasn’t sure exactly WHAT that feeling was, he just recognized that it must have been a TYPE of fear. “Does the idea of someone seeing you go scare you?” He knew the question was a mistake as soon as it left his mouth.

Furious, Vegeta shouted; “Of course not! You KNOW me, I don’t HAVE fears.”

Goku could think of several things which Vegeta definitely WAS afraid of, but he knew better than to mention them. “You DO have some kind of bad feeling when you think about someone watching, though…”

“Well, it isn’t ‘fear’,” Vegeta scowled. The buzzing in his chest, the racing of his heart, the panicked thoughts… That asinine ‘feeling’ was NOT anything resembling fear, it was just something that annoyed him and didn’t deserve to be anywhere near him. “And…It’s not… I don’t just think about people seeing. I already TOLD you, it’s having them KNOW at all that I’m… Doing that. Thinking about how I… Couldn’t wait anymore, or—“

“But, you need to understand no one would care, or expect you to be able to hold it forever.” To Goku, the solution was so simple! Once Vegeta stopped THINKING the way he did about this, the problem would vanish immediately!

“I’m aware of that,” Vegeta said. “Again, it doesn’t make a difference. And what bothers me the MOST isn’t even THAT. It’s… When it won’t… ‘start’. If someone notices, then…”

“It’s hard for you to pee, because you’re scared about someone noticing that it’s hard for you to pee?”

“I am NOT sca—“

“Okay, okay…” Goku raised his hands. “You aren’t… You’re… Um…” He struggled to think of a term that wouldn’t irritate Vegeta. “Your bladder has… A… Really outstanding defensive technique!”

Vegeta didn’t immediately start protesting, nor did his frown get any deeper, so Goku decided he’d said the right thing.

“But, it’s using that AGAINST you now,” Goku said. “I think you’re gonna have to push yourself.”

“I push myself EVERY da-“

“I meant with… You know, your ‘thing’… Are you able to pee around your family?”

“No…” Vegeta admitted. Last night had shown him that he definitely wasn’t able to do that. That was the first time he’d ever urinated with Bulma awake and near him, and what had followed after he’d realized she was there was something he NEVER wanted to repeat. He didn’t want her to have a reason to THINK about him peeing ever again. If anything, it was trickier to do it near her NOW than it had been when he first started staying at Capsule Corp. He had… feelings about her now that hadn’t been there before, and those feelings told him that he couldn’t let her see him as vulnerable.

It was impossible around Trunks as well. He never had managed to pee in front of him when he was a toddler like Bulma’s parenting book had instructed. As Trunks got older and became more aware of things, Vegeta was even LESS likely to be able to pee near him. He was just glad that Bulma had finally agreed that Trunks was capable of using public men’s rooms by HIMSELF. In the past, whenever Trunks had to go while they were out, Bulma had forced Vegeta to take him in there. His protests of “No one is even going to be ABLE to kidnap a super Saiyan!” all went unheard.

Of course, it HAD to be him that took Trunks, too. For reasons that went far beyond his comprehension, the Earthlings had chosen to segregate their public restrooms between males and females. This had not been the case on his home planet, nor had he seen it on many of the other planets he’d been to. If the inhabitants urinated and had multiple sexes, then they all used the same facilities.

It had always confused him that Earthlings segregated one another for this. He really couldn’t figure out why that segregation was based on sex. If it was based on… ‘People who can go where others can hear them’ and ‘People who want to pee in a sound-proof room with fifty indestructible locks while totally alone’, THEN it would at least make some sense.

One of the most humiliating things that had ever happened to him occurred within his first few weeks spent on Earth. Bulma had taken him out somewhere, he couldn’t even remember WHERE anymore, just that at some point she’d convinced him to take off his gloves and feed some hideous Earth-creature. Vegeta wore his gloves for a good reason, often the creatures he’d fought against in space would be slimy, and he didn’t want his precious fists marred with ooze. The Earth-creature’s tongue was just as slimy, and left a sheen of drool on his hands.

“Ugh, that is revolting,” he’d complained. “Look, woman. THIS is why I need my gloves.”

Bulma looked down at his palms. “Wait, so you’re a germaphobe? That’s… Surprising.”

“The hell’s a germaphobe?”

“It means you’re scared of—“

“I fear nothing,” Vegeta interrupted. “These hands contain more power than you can imagine. Why would I allow them to be tarnished?”

Bulma kept staring. She shut her eyes and didn’t open them for several seconds, rubbing her forehead. “… Well, just go wash them off in the bathroom, then. They’re over that way,” she pointed.

Vegeta went to the building she’d indicated. There were two doors, he just went through the closest one. Immediately, some woman screamed at him to get out. He left, utterly perplexed, and found Bulma standing there laughing at him.

“What’s so funny?!” Vegeta demanded. “Did you plan all of thi—“

“Did you not notice the door?” Bulma asked, still snorting.

Vegeta looked back at the door, seeing an icon affixed to it. A circle on top of a triangle. Its meaning was impossible to decipher, yet Bulma acted as though it were obvious. “What?”

“That’s the women’s.”

He still didn’t understand. “What?”

“The men’s is over there,” Bulma gestured once more.

“Wait, so they’re separated?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“…Why?”

Bulma had failed to provide an answer that he’d found satisfactory, and then she had the GALL to tell Kakarot that he’d gone into the women’s room. “So, in some ways, he’s a bit like you when you were younger!”

Telling the story was already an insult, but to compare him to Kakarot on top of that?!

The segregation may have been nonsensical, but it meant that Vegeta would HAVE to walk Trunks to the bathroom and then just stand awkwardly off the side while he used it. And, of course, Vegeta’s bladder would often be FULL as he did this. Everything he heard, everything he saw, all of it was such a horrid tease to his own urge. It was aggravating to have to stand there, holding it in, while people whom were so much WEAKER than him all accomplished the one thing he could never do. He was the only one in the restroom that could level a city with one finger, and also the only one that couldn’t pee.

And these bathroom trips usually took a while. To Vegeta’s dismay, Trunks had apparently inherited his bladder from the Saiyan side of his family. When he started hopping around and saying “Daaad, it’s an emergency!” that meant Vegeta would have to spend at least two minutes enduring the sounds of streams hissing and toilets flushing before Trunks was finished. It was during one of these trips that Vegeta realized he would NEVER be able to bring himself to urinate near Trunks.

It was only a couple years ago, so Trunks had probably been about six. Vegeta had brought him into the restroom. He’d miscalculated something somewhere, either this trip was taking a lot longer than he’d thought, or the drinks he’d had today had moved through him faster than expected. Either way, something had gone wrong and his bladder was aching immensely.

To his dismay, several of the urinals were being used. How could ANYONE use those?! There were no doors, absolutely NOTHING to use for cover, not a hint of privacy! Why had the Earthlings felt the need to invent such a ridiculous fixture?! He could hear the streams splashing into them very clearly, like rushing water hissing right next to his ears, filling up his head and bladder in equal measures.

Generally, having extremely powerful hearing was a GOOD thing. If an opponent was moving too fast for him to see, his ears could EASILY make up the difference. Being able to hear so well was more of a curse when he so desperately didn’t WANT to hear something. If only there was a way to turn his ears OFF.

Trunks finished relieving himself, and Vegeta told him to go wash his hands since he knew Bulma would be annoyed if he didn’t. Vegeta was trying VERY hard not to feel envious of his own son, but the feeling WAS there. His bladder’s sensitive walls shuddered when Trunks turned the sink on and one more watery-sound filled his ears.

His thighs were tensed and his knees were pressed firmly together. There were copious demands from within to start moving around, to start squirming, to even give himself a very quick squeeze that hopefully no one would notice. The restroom was crowded though, so he knew someone WOULD notice. He also knew that trying to use a stall would be futile and only leave him more frustrated and desperate. Trying a urinal, trying to void out in the open with no cover, where someone would SURELY be able to tell he was having trouble, would probably cause him to die of embarrassment.

The mall Bulma had insisted they visit that day was in the middle of the city, he was unlikely to find any privacy near it. Kakarot SHOULD have taught him how to use instant transmission before he’d died, then he could just teleport to somewhere that was a little less populated. Without Kakarot there, he had no way to do it.

Kakarot SHOULD have chosen to be brought back to life right after the Cell Game. If Kakarot had been alive, if he’d been THERE, if Vegeta could go up to him and ask for some hel— For what he needed… ‘Kakarot, you moron! Why would you choose to stay dead? I need you here!’

Dammit, was he seriously MISSING Kakarot?!

No. Of course not. He just missed urinating. That was all.

Trunks finished up at the sink and turned around, “I’m done, Dad,” he said.

“Good, now let’s get out of here,” Vegeta said, taking his wrist and leading him back through the door. His bladder started to calm down a little now that he could no longer hear others peeing. But, he still felt so bloated and walking around again after staying still had shaken the liquid in him up a bit. He paused in the hallway and quickly crossed his legs for a second before continuing to pace.

Any relief he’d felt upon exiting the bathroom vanished when Trunks spoke up; “Dad, how come you never go?”

“What are you talking about?”

“When you take me to the bathroom, you always have to pee too, but then you never do it.”

Vegeta had been TRYING not to get angry with the boy. He wanted to give Trunks a better childhood than he’d had, and his volatile temper made that hard. He was pleased that he hadn’t yet lost it and hit Trunks out of anger— This was why he never helped Trunks train if he was genuinely mad at him, he just couldn’t trust himself not to go too far and hurt him. He HAD, however, definitely yelled at his son pretty frequently and had said things that he knew he never should have.

He felt flustered and a touch irritated now, but he did NOT want to shout. Trunks wouldn’t even understand that he’d hit a nerve, that he’d mentioned something Vegeta didn’t allow others to speak of. “I… Don’t have to,” he said.

“Uh-huh, you were crossing your legs,” Trunks pointed out. “Why don’t you ever go? You’ll have an accident and Mom’ll get ma—“

“I won’t have an… I won’t do THAT. And I don’t use public facilities,” Vegeta stated.

Trunks furrowed his brow at the unfamiliar word. “Fasss-illy—“

“It means ‘toilet’,” Vegeta explained.

“Why not?” Trunks asked again.

“You don’t need to know.”

“But, doesn’t it hurt to hold it all the—“

“Trunks!” Vegeta interrupted sharply. Trunks’s lip started to tremble and Vegeta hastily lowered his tone. “I don’t… I don’t go because… You can train your bladder to get stronger too, and—“ He stopped abruptly, remembering how his problem had started. There were a LOT of things he wanted Trunks to inherit from him— Strength, honor, pride, determination… He didn’t want to accidentally encourage Trunks to inherit THIS. “Just— As you get older, you can wait longer.”

“Oh… But, you keep acting like you have to go really bad,” Trunks said. “You cross your legs and do this…” Trunks started to hop exaggeratedly in place, getting faster and faster, only stopping when he made himself dizzy.

Vegeta watched his son’s mimicry in horror. He didn’t ever jiggle around THAT much, did he?! To his dismay, he had a sudden urge to start bouncing on his toes when a new surge of need ramped up inside him. Trunks was looking up at him now, no way could he allow any sort of wriggling. “That’s… I’m… Actually, that’s… A way for me to give my legs a work-out when I’m busy with something else.”

Trunks didn’t appear to believe him. “I don’t think I’ve seen you go at home, either… Have you just been holding it your whole life?”

Recounting as much of this as he could to Kakarot, Vegeta explained, “So, I think Trunks can tell there’s something wrong. And, as I mentioned, people KNOWING makes it—“

“Like I keep saying,” Kakarot told him. “I think the problem is you focus so much on what other people are thinking about. You can go in front of me now because you were able to find out what I was thinking. You can’t fuse with Trunks or Bulma, but I think if you TRY to go around them a few times, it will get easier. And don’t think about doing it for THEM, either. Focus on how you want to get better just so YOU can feel comfortable.”

No. No. No. He was NOT going to ask Bulma OR Trunks to be there with him while he inevitably FAILED to urinate. “Absolutely not.”

“Think of it like you’re training. You start easy, and then—“

“No.”

Goku sighed. This was REALLY the only solution he could think of. If Vegeta wanted his problem to improve, then he was going to have to FIGHT it. It was so unlike his friend to back down from a challenge. With that, he thought he had a way to convince Vegeta to try, and he braced himself for the wrath he was sure to incur in the process. “So, that’s it? You’re just gonna accept defeat?”

Vegeta said nothing, but Goku saw a twitching in his jaw. Just a little further…

“You think THIS is way too strong for you? So much that you won’t even try?”

More twitching, his eyelid was starting to spasm as well.

Goku knew which word to use now, he knew EXACTLY what term would really set him off…“I guess if the Prince of all Saiyans REALLY thinks that he just CAN’T—“

“Kakarot, how dare you speak to me this way?!” Vegeta exploded. “To even SUGGEST that I’d be intimidated by THIS… Of course I can destroy it, and I don’t need YOUR help!”

Goku watched as Vegeta abruptly and furiously flew off. He smiled. “Good luck!” He called.

“Bite me!”

WAIT PLANET VEGETA HAD GENDER NEUTRAL BATHROOMS?!!

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That evening, Vegeta sat beside Bulma in bed, trying to stop thinking about what had happened to him the previous night. While he did not desire to urinate very strongly, he was determined not to accidentally fall asleep until he’d done so. If he didn’t get up in the middle of the night, then THAT would never happen again.

But, that WOULD be running from his enemy, not fighting it. Kakarot’s words from earlier, particularly the suggestion that Vegeta ‘couldn’t’ do something…

He did NOT want Bulma to watch him as he tried to void! It was a preposterous suggestion!

Kakarot HAD told him to ‘start small’. That… Generally worked with other things. When he was a child, he’d gotten strong enough to take down saibamen, then he could keep pace with other Saiyans, even the adults.

What would ‘starting small’ be for THIS problem, though? Certainly not asking Bulma to stand there and… watch… He wouldn’t even be able to get the words out!

The words…

Vegeta had NEVER actually been able to tell Bulma that he needed to relieve himself. The only person he’d gotten CLOSE to speaking those words to was Kakarot, and even then he was never blunt about it. “Kakarot, your prince requires your assistance,” was how he generally made the request.

Maybe the first step should be getting himself to say, out loud, that he wanted to urinate. He shifted, a jab of ice already poking his chest. “B—Bulma…?”

Bulma looked over, “Hm?”

“I… Need to…” Vegeta’s throat tightened, his body fighting hard against him. “I— I’m… GoingToTheRestroom,” he spat out, leaping from the bed and stalking quickly to the door.

“Okay…?”

“A—About a hundred miles away,” Vegeta added. He wasn’t going to use the bathroom HERE, where Bulma would be able to see him go in and listen as his stream… Probably failed to appear. He’d use a different one. Hopefully his heart would stop thudding so hard. Hopefully the sheen of ice that had just coated him would melt…

He rushed to the closest bathroom and, upon confirming no one was near it, he entered. He tried not to look at himself in the mirror. The red coloration to his face was absolutely unacceptable! He pulled himself out and tried to steady his breathing. He couldn’t believe he was feeling… this right now. All he’d done was tell Bulma where he was going! All he’d done was… Indicate to her that… His bladder was full… Full enough that he couldn’t hold it…

But, really he COULD hold this. It wasn’t an emergency. His back felt fine. His abdomen wasn’t flooded with pain. He could wait a while longer before it became a problem. He still really… WANTED it out now, though. As rarely as he granted this, he had to admit that Kakarot was right. Vegeta needed to fight AGAINST his problem to get it to go away, or at least to make it easier to deal with. Once he was able to relieve himself with his family close by, everything would get so much simpler. No more sneaking around every time he had to pee, no more having to HIDE it from them, no more questions from Trunks…

If he couldn’t manage to relieve himself after simply TELLING Bulma that he had to go, if the shame of THAT was too great, he’d NEVER make it to that point. Besides, since he’d NEVER notified her when he needed to urinate before, maybe she just thought that he wanted to wash his hands? She STILL asked him why he always wore gloves, kept suggesting he had a complex about cleanliness. He certainly DIDN’T, but he’d let her BELIEVE that if it meant she was now picturing him scrubbing himself instead of peeing.

Or, not peeing, rather…

He closed his eyes and pushed down, trying to start his stream. Even as he strained, he knew he was doing it wrong. This wasn’t something he was supposed to force. Kakarot had told him, he was supposed to just ‘let it happen’. Trouble was he had no idea HOW to do that. Anything else he made his body do, he usually had to concentrate really hard to MAKE it happen. When Kakarot explained how it was MEANT to work, Vegeta had gotten so frustrated. Kakarot made it sound like he was supposed to just do nothing. How could he be having so much trouble doing NOTHING?!

He’d been in here too long. No way would Bulma think he was washing his hands. She knew he needed to urinate, she knew he was having a difficult time with it. She was thinking about him standing here, not getting a drop out, unable to accomplish the most basic task. She was thinking about him feeling… What had she insisted upon calling it? ‘Anxiety’? She was pretending to herself that Vegeta was feeling ‘anxiety’, getting deeper into her DELUSION that he would allow such a sensation to exist inside of him.

Because if there was one thing Vegeta was certain of, it was that THIS— the racing heart, the shortness of breath, the runaway thoughts— It was NOT anxiety. It was just The Feeling. And if he COULD reach into his chest and pry out the cold tendrils knotting up in there, he WOULD. Then they’d be gone forever, because they had no business being anywhere near him!

That was a good idea. Maybe he could just beat those feelings out of his body! If he smacked himself in the chest hard enough, they would shatter like broken glass. He slapped his chest, making himself cough, but the buzzing ice didn’t even budge.

Dammit…

So far, he’d tried BOTH of his usual tactics. He’d yelled at his problem the day Gohan had come over, and now he’d attempted to punch his problem really hard. Neither of those had gotten rid of it. Now that he’d exhausted the full breadth of his problem-solving skills, Vegeta accepted that those obnoxious sensations were going to continue filling up his chest.

And liquid was continuing to fill up his bladder. Since he’d been IN the restroom for so long, staring directly at a toilet, his bladder must have been feeling a bit ‘teased’. It was throbbing a LOT more sharply all of the sudden. Now, he didn’t only want to urinate to prove that he COULD, he wanted to urinate for the simple sake of his own comfort. His toes twitched and he bounced once, before angrily forcing himself to go still again. ‘It won’t come out if you dance around like a fool…’

Vegeta swore he could hear footsteps outside. He wasn’t sure how close. His ears could pick up noises from pretty far away sometimes, and the hallways here echoed. He told himself that no one was going to come and listen to him piss— Particularly since he was NOT even pissing— But the freezing in his chest seemed to drop another several degrees anyway.

‘Don’t listen to it, just—‘ He reached over and flicked on the sink, letting it pour a strong stream. Ah—Ohhh, that made it worse! He couldn’t hear the footsteps anymore, but his bladder was reacting as though all the water shooting out of the tap was landing directly inside of IT. It was just like the times he’d had to accompany Trunks to the restroom and just— Just stand there, and endure, and HOLD i—

Another stream suddenly started to pour. REALLY slowly at first, but then it picked up speed and Vegeta was able to feel the pressure fade. It startled him, he hadn’t felt it coming. He hadn’t gotten that ‘pinch’ he usually did… He’d just started to go. Listening to the water had HELPED.

As he tried to enjoy the release, Vegeta also tried to tamp down some frustration. Had this been the answer the whole time? If he heard enough running water, would he just go? That was so… Simple! Sure, he wouldn’t have access to a sink everywhere, but perhaps rivers and waterfalls could accomplish the same thing. If THIS was really all he’d been needing, if the problem was finally SOLVED and GONE, then he just wished he’d considered it earlier!

He finished, feeling triumphant. He’d defeated his enemy. He’d found the correct attack to use against it, and now he would NEVER struggle again just so long as he had access to enough water. He’d never again have to entertain the thought that there was something he ‘couldn’t’ do.

Victory declared, he returned to the bedroom. Now that he was beside Bulma again, the ice was gripping him once more at the thought of TELLING her that he’d annihilated something. That… Didn’t usually happen. In fact, it never had. In the past, whenever he’d won anything, he was beyond eager to boast about it. But THIS time…

Shouldn’t the chilly tingling beneath his skin be GONE now? The problem had been vanquished, so it should have taken the stupid FEELING with it!

Bulma watched him for a second, “Were you able to—“

“Y—Yes,” Vegeta said. The frigid knots tightened, as he suddenly felt like he was confessing to something shameful, rather than celebrating a victory.

Bulma didn’t respond further, just switched off the light and went to sleep.

Vegeta dreamed of Frieza again that night. In the dream, everything seemed to be under water, his surroundings blurred and foggy. Frieza was speaking, going on and on about… Something. Vegeta couldn’t hear it, every sound was muffled. The only things that remained clear to Vegeta were his own feelings, a gnarling twist of mortification mixed with a dead certainty of his own, insurmountable weakness.

The next morning, Vegeta woke and tried to feel CONFIDENT. He’d WON, he could actually just… Pee now that he’d woken up, like most people did. If he turned the sink on, then his bladder would release, regardless of if Bulma was still nearby.

He walked briskly past her to the restroom, ignoring her glare as he cut in front of her. He locked the door carefully, turned on the sink full-blast, and prepared to go. With Bulma right there at the door.

Right.

There.

She was right there.

His lungs felt frozen solid. He struggled to breathe. He just told himself to wait for the sink to free him.

It didn’t.

A minute passed.

His bladder shuddered and spasmed from all the tempting sounds and sights, but its exit pathway remained welded completely shut.

Another minute.

More of the same. He gritted his teeth and tried not to tap his foot.

Yet another minute.

A knock on the door. “Er… Vegeta, I know you’re… Dealing with…” He heard her just barely stifle a laugh. “…Something right now, but I DO need to shower. If you’d like, I can go wait in the hall again.”

Maybe if she hadn’t come so close to laughing, maybe then he’d be able to force himself to agree… He put his clothing back together, switched the sink back off, and stomped out. “It’s yours,” he said.

“I—I’m sorry, Vegeta…” Bulma said. “I know this is… Difficult.”

“Then don’t laugh. It ISN’T funny.”

“I’m sorry,” Bulma repeated. “It’s not. If you REALLY need to go now—“

“Don’t— Don’t ‘check’ on me,” Vegeta ordered. “If it was… urgent, I’d tell you.”

“… WOULD you?”

Vegeta looked away. It had been BEYOND difficult to tell Bulma he was going to the toilet last night. He couldn’t imagine telling her that he was actually really desperate.

“Well, I’m going to shower,” Bulma said, warily heading that way.

Moments later, Vegeta could hear water running again, and it made him tense up his thighs. Why hadn’t the sink worked a second time?! Why was his problem STILL a problem?! He thought he’d KILLED it!

He’d accomplished the first step last night. He’d TOLD Bulma that he was going to pee, and then he actually managed to pee afterwards. Kakarot would probably claim that was a huge accomplishment— As if PISSING should EVER be considered an accomplishment!

When Bulma returned, she tried speaking to him again. “I’m REALLY sorry that I almost laughed,” she said. “It’s just… I think about all the other things you’ve done, and that THIS should be—“

“I am VERY aware that I should have no difficulty urinating when I’ve destroyed PLANETS before,” Vegeta interrupted. “I don’t need a reminder.”

“But, I get it, you have anxie—“

“NO.”

“You have… An enemy that controls your bladder,” Bulma amended. “It’s great that you were able to beat it last night. Try to go again now. I promise I won’t laugh.”

Vegeta grumbled to himself.

Bulma clapped her hands. “What is it you told me when you REFUSED to leave your gravity chamber for Trunks’s parent-teacher conference? I believe you yelled ‘Woman! I won’t get any better if I don’t keep training!’ So, it’s time to keep training!”

Vegeta stayed silent, then a sharp spike in pressure made him blurt out “FINE.”

Vegeta entered the restroom, but not even a full second after he’d shut the door, he’d rushed back out. His face was pale and his body quivered. Bulma saw something in him that she’d very seldom seen before; Fear.

This was actually scary to him? So scary that he was shaking and couldn’t even make himself TRY? That was so uncharacteristic of him that she worried if something had actually CHASED him out. The idea of what could possibly be terrifying enough to make Vegeta run made Bulma shudder. “Vegeta…?” Bulma asked warily. “Is something in there?”

Vegeta paused to catch his breath. As his terror seemed to fade, embarrassment took over. “N—No… I just… Don’t have to go as badly as I’d thought. If you insist on doing this, it should be saved for later.”

Bulma didn’t know if she believed that. While he looked calmer, he was still shaking, legs pressed together. He wasn’t comfortable. But, perhaps once he needed to go badly enough, it WOULD happen whether she was around or not. So, maybe they SHOULD keep waiting, she could even try to get him to drink a little bit. He’d likely refuse in an effort to stall this for as long as possible, but—

He kept looking back at the door… Out of temptation? Wariness?

“You know, you could at least TRY now,” Bulma said. “It isn’t like you to not even tr—“

Vegeta looked away. “Something… Needs to be… I’m not going in there.” The fear was back again, Bulma really wanted to sit him down and explain what ‘anxiety was and that it wasn’t a huge deal. Feeling ashamed of it was only making it worse.

“Just—“

“No, dammit— Not with— Not with what’s in there—“

Wait, so something HAD chased him out? Bulma bit her lip. What horrible monster were they up against now? And why had it appeared in her bathroom of all places?! “Wh—What is it…?”

With a trembling hand, Vegeta opened the door. Bulma looked inside with trepidation, searching for whatever it was that had horrified him so much. She didn’t see ANYTHING, though. So, could their new foe turn invisible? “Vegeta, what’s—“

“It’s right there, woman!” Vegeta barked, pointing to the sink.

Bulma stepped inside and peered down into the sink’s basin. There WAS something there, except it was…

“Well, this is the most ridiculous excuse you could have come up with,” Bulma scoffed. “You won’t try to pee because there’s a tiny WORM in the sink?! Just wash it down the drai—“

“Destroy that thing!” Vegeta ordered, gazing at the creature as if it were Frieza, back to life and with a new, significantly more deadly form.

Bulma stared at him. From the panic on his face it looked like maybe this WASN’T just an excuse, like he was ACTUALLY frightened. She bit down on a laugh, barely managing to restrain it to a quick giggle. “… Are you serious?”

“What about this is a laughing matter to you?!”

“You’ve… fought against androids and monsters, and— This— This is a WORM, Vegeta.”

Vegeta turned about, gaze still fixated on the worm, his shuddering intensifying. Yes. It was a WORM, that was the PROBLEM. The fact Bulma couldn’t SEE that was maddening! He hated worms, HATED them! All wriggly, smooth and pink, sometimes they were wet and OOZING… He couldn’t think of a more nauseating creature!

He HATED worms!

Bulma couldn’t stop laughing as Vegeta stood there, petrified of something so tiny. She supposed it was GOOD that it had scared him this badly though, otherwise he may have tried to BLAST it away and destroyed the sink in the process. Bulma turned on the sink, washing the worm back down the drain. “There you go, it will never bother you again,” she said dryly. She paused for a moment. “Well? Do you have anything to say to me now?” Vegeta NEEDED to learn how to say ‘thank you’, a reminder wouldn’t hur—

“Yes; If you tell ANYONE else about this, then I’ll END you.”

Bulma just smiled, which only made him scowl more. “Of course I won’t.”

Vegeta shifted. “N—Now, um…” He gritted his fists and straightened his throat. “Why are you still in here, woman?! I’m the prince, I deserve privacy!”

“Yes, yes, alright…” Bulma said, backing out of the room.

Vegeta shut the door roughly, only barely restraining his frustration as he pulled the lock into place. That had been… Was there a level beyond ‘embarrassment’? Because, whatever it was, THAT was how Vegeta felt now. He’d kept his… ‘dislike’ of worms a secret his whole life. Only his FATHER had known about it when, at four years old, he’d hidden behind the man’s cape and whimpered that those squiggly, pink things were all ‘Frieza tails’ and that they were sure to spontaneously grow into the tyrant’s clones.

He hadn’t meant to… ‘react’ like that in front of Bulma. He’d TRIED to handle it himself. He’d managed to stay in the room, alone with the worm, for a full second before it had begun to flick in a way that looked just a little TOO much like how Frieza’s tail moved whenever he was acting smug…

So he’d just gotten too… ANNOYED by the stupid thing and needed it gone! And since he was so very, very annoyed, he’d accidentally let himself ACT like he may have been a tiny bit scared! Of course, he HADN’T been scared, even a little, but for Bulma to just THINK that he was…

THAT was even more humiliating than letting her hear him pee!

With that thought, he stood at the toilet and tried to make some use of it. His chest didn’t feel cold. Instead, his whole body was burning bright hot. How could he have let himself act so foolishly? Now Bulma probably had some crazy delusion that Vegeta was AFRAID of something!

His mind became SO focused on the frustration he had with himself, the hatred towards that stupid worm that had PROMPTED his ridiculous behavior, that he wasn’t even THINKING about how he was SUPPOSED to be urinating.

So, when his stream started to pour out, he was a bit startled. Hurriedly, he corrected his aim so that it wouldn’t hit the water and create a loud noise. He hadn’t been desperate, and it felt actually sort of strange to be voiding when he HADN’T spent the last several hours in total agony. The relief wasn’t nearly as intense as he was used to. It still felt good to get it out, and Bulma was… In the other room… Probably able to HEAR the trickling it produced.

And he didn’t have that much in him! He wasn’t at full capacity! If he finished faster than usual, she was going to think his bladder was small, and—

But, he ALSO hadn’t liked her commenting on it when he’d been letting go of his USUAL ocean, so—

And, besides, she’d already witnessed him reacting to a WORM. That was WAY worse than ANYTHING to do with his bladder! Infinitely worse!

***

Bulma COULD hear his stream as she laid in bed. She’d been able to hear it for quite a while now. Once more, she was concerned. He’d been going for SO long again, and she hadn’t noticed him shuddering or squirming his feet around like he did when he was bursting. How much was he usually holding back? He was GOING to hurt himself if he kept that up!

Bulma granted that saiyan biology probably resulted in a larger bladder, but she’d seen Goku piss way more times than she’d ever wanted to, and even when he’d been holding himself and fidgeting, he’d be close to done after a minute.

This hadn’t been an emergency for Vegeta, he’d been urinating for close to two minutes straight, and it didn’t sound like he’d be finished very soon. Bulma didn’t WANT to think about Goku and Vegeta’s urinary habits, but when one of them seemed intent on breaking his bladder, it was troubling.

After ANOTHER full minute, she finally heard his release slowing down, coming to a gradual end a few seconds later. It was a really good thing Vegeta could fly, because if he ever got desperate while stuck in traffic, there wasn’t a bottle in existence that he wouldn’t overflow.

Vegeta exited the restroom a few minutes later and walked past her. “In case you’ve gotten any strange ideas inside your head, I am most certainly NOT afraid of worms.”
Bulma sighed. She considered arguing with him, but since he’d just accomplished something she KNEW was very difficult for him, she decided to ‘reward’ him slightly. “Of course you aren’t. Nobody would EVER think that.” Next time he pissed her off though, she knew EXACTLY what she’d stick inside one of his boots.

She didn’t know what to say to him about what he’d just done. It felt wrong to praise a grown man (particularly one like Vegeta) for using the toilet. “Were you able to—“

“Yes,” Vegeta interrupted. “You… Couldn’t hear?”

Bulma pursed her lips. In the last half hour, she’d learned three things;

Vegeta was terrified of worms.

Vegeta’s bladder was the largest on the planet.

When Vegeta peed, it was so forceful that it sounded like a bunch of waterfalls fighting each other in a death-match.

Did he not realize how much noise he was making? She was able to tell that he was TRYING to do it softly, trying NOT to spray it directly into the water, but that didn’t help much. However, he’d sounded really hopeful at the idea that she hadn’t been able to hear it… “Nope,” she said. “Not from all the way over here. That’s why I was asking.”

“The door here must be thicker than it feels,” Vegeta said.

“Oh, it’s REALLY thick,” Bulma said. She didn’t particularly WANT to continue, Vegeta’s ego didn’t NEED any more inflating. But, if it made him comfortable enough to urinate here more often, if it would keep him from damaging his bladder like she was afraid of… “You just can’t tell because of how strong you are, but when you were in there, I couldn’t hear anything! I’d need to be right next to the door to be able to listen.”

“I am always able to hear the shower running from bed…”

“Uh, well— That’s probably because of your Saiyan ears,” Bulma said. “A human like me can’t hear that well!”

After that, Vegeta thought his problem had improved somewhat. He couldn’t go in FRONT of Bulma, but he could tolerate using the restroom if she was awake in the adjacent room, so long as she wasn’t right beside the door. He could handle her knowing that he was in there. It still wasn’t always EASY to get his stream started that way, but after enough mental reminders that Bulma would be unable to hear what he was doing, it would finally work.

He hadn’t realized until then how big of an issue it really WAS to be unable to urinate near his mate. Once the nights where he’d need to sit there, tensing his pelvic muscles and anticipating the moment she fell asleep became a thing of the past, evenings with her became much more relaxing. He could actually unwind a little after a day of training, give every part of his body the break he knew it needed. Being able to really cool down every night had plenty of benefits. He actually felt himself growing stronger faster than before, since now the nights gave him actual BREAKS where he didn’t have to keep anything tensed.

He thought he’d truly won now. He’d destroyed his enemy. It was gone. Banished. That stupid twitchy feeling, and all the issues that accompanied it, were GONE. They’d finally gotten the message that Vegeta was STRONGER than them, and they’d run away scared.

That lasted for about a week. Then, he had another nearly incomprehensible Frieza-dream. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t see what was happening around him. He was just aware of Frieza’s presence, and a total loss of power.

He woke, the feelings clinging to him, eating away any sense of accomplishment he may have had.

He had a spot he could pretty much always urinate now. But that spot only existed at home. And he could still only handle having BULMA see him go in there. He could not excuse himself in front of Trunks, or allow the boy to notice him heading to the restroom. And, any time he left Capsule Corp, he either had to make a hasty excuse to go home, or begrudgingly request ‘help’ from Kakarot if he needed to void badly enough.

His enemy wasn’t defeated. Just, now he had methods to occasionally weaken it.

Not good enough.

It was supposed to be DEAD.

If he could go inside his own body somehow, explore it until he found whatever was responsible for these feelings, and then blow it up… That would fix everything! He imagined a tiny, microscopic creature that blasted ice onto his rib-cage and skittered around quickly beneath his skin, creating that distracting, unnamable emotion that made it so difficult to urinate.

He knew that WASN’T it, though. The cause of his problem was inside of him, but it wasn’t its own, separate entity. His bladder, his feelings, they were parts of him. Ultimately, he WAS fighting against himself. He tried to twist that around in his head; ‘Of course I can’t defeat ME, no one can defeat me!’

But then, there was that word again. ‘Can’t’. There weren’t supposed to be things he couldn’t do; Even winning a battle against himself.

He needed to fight harder… When he walked in on Trunks having an argument with Kakarot’s second child, Vegeta accepted that his next battle had to occur SOON.

“Calm DOWN, Goten,” Trunks groaned. “If you gotta pee, you should have done it before we started sparring!”

“I didn’t HAVE to pee then!” Goten whined. “Lemme-“

“Fine, you can use the bathroom… But, it can’t be THAT bad. My Dad’s been holding it his whole life, you know!”

“Huh?” Goten asked, suddenly going still as a perplexed look passed over his face. “Mister Vegeta’s never peed before?”

Trunks shook his head. “Nope.”

“… Is that why he’s so mad all the time?”

“Goten…” Trunks sighed. “All I mean is, if he can do that, then WE should both be able to wait way longer, too. I’ve been trying to get better at it.”

“I don’t think I wanna do that…” Goten said. “It hurts a lot already…” He ran off.

Vegeta’s body was spiking with confused flashes of hot, brutal embarrassment that were occasionally doused by the cold shudders of… the OTHER feeling.

This was the only aspect of himself that Vegeta did NOT want Trunks to ever copy. First, Trunks would feel the pride and superiority of being able to outlast those around him, then the shame every time he inevitably DID have to go, then the twitches, then the… Failure. And, with that failure, more shame than Trunks could imagine.

Trunks didn’t need to endure this. Mimicking his father was a good way for him to develop an issue of his own. Vegeta thought the easiest way to make Trunks stop would be to wait for his small body to ‘overflow’ as it were. A couple accidents would teach him not to hold it.

A couple accidents at HIS age would humiliate him. If Vegeta had ever soaked himself at EIGHT, he would have just knelt before Frieza and ASKED to be killed. Trunks may not react quite THAT drastically, but he could easily start associating urination with embarrassment, weakness and failure, and that was how ‘it’ started…

Trunks was doing this to be like his father, because he believed his father never peed. That was what Vegeta had sought to convince EVERYONE of initially, and now he was faced with a concerning prospect that could ONLY be resolved by showing someone the opposite.

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Considering it further, Vegeta didn’t think he really HAD to make himself urinate while Trunks was around him. There were other ways to keep Trunks from mirroring his behavior. When it came down to it, Trunks was just misunderstanding what Vegeta’s habits actually were. He genuinely believed Vegeta never peed, simply because he’d never seen him do it, or heard him mention it. He was only trying to mimic that because he both wanted to impress his father with his strength, and thought it surely must have been POSSIBLE to reach a point where he could hold it indefinitely.

If Vegeta just explained to his son that he was mistaken, he could get him to give up easily.

Except, that would require him to break down his issue bit by bit, admit aloud that there existed a task he couldn’t accomplish, inform someone of one of his weaknesses. He wasn’t supposed to have weaknesses, and he definitely wasn’t supposed to let anyone know what they were.

Add onto that the fact Trunks was eight years old. Vegeta wasn’t sure if he’d even understand it. Then again, Kakarot was able to grasp the concept, he… ‘got it’ really well, as infuriating as it was to give him so much credit. Kakarot ACTED like an eight year old sometimes.

Vegeta tried to picture himself telling Trunks about his problem. He thought about sitting his son down, claiming he had something ‘important’ to discuss with him, and then launching into a diatribe about how his bladder was a disobedient traitor that refused to obey the simplest of commands.

He immediately stopped imagining that.

Recalling the questioning Trunks had given him a couple years ago, it was actually a surprise that he didn’t seem close to figuring it out for himself. Trunks had seen him… fidgeting before. And it wasn’t as though Vegeta had to move around in ‘that way’ all of the time. Trunks should have realized by now that Vegeta MUST pee occasionally, even if he never saw him do it.

Vegeta decided that he should simply wait for some sort of opportunity to present itself. The next time he was feeling… urgent, and he was alone with Trunks, he’d convince himself to tell Trunks that he had to go. He’d managed to inform Bulma, so he should be able to do the same thing again.

Although, Bulma had never been under any illusion that Vegeta simply DIDN’T pee. He’d surprised her by SPEAKING of the matter to her, but there was no reason for her to be shocked that he had to do it at all. Trunks WOULD be surprised. He’d ask questions, make comments…

Today, Vegeta was encouraging Trunks to do as many push-ups as he could inside the gravity chamber. Then, when Trunks said that he COULDN’T do anymore, Vegeta ordered him to keep TRYING. “When I was your age, I could do at least one hundred more than that!”

“I’m…” Trunks grunted. “I’m getting tired…”

“Work through it,” Vegeta said. “I want to get you to be just as strong by YOURSELF as you are when fused with Kakarot’s child.”

“C—Can’t you turn the gravity down some?” Trunks asked. “Or at least let me go Super Saiyan?”

Vegeta had actually been thinking about lowering the gravity. He’d been needing to void for quite some time, and was beginning to reach the point where his thighs were constantly clenched and it took a concentrated effort not to cross his legs. Being in a place where everything naturally felt heavier than usual made it all the more difficult to resist the urges to squirm. If he removed all the extra weight and pressure piling onto him, he knew his bladder would suddenly become MUCH more manageable.

It was tempting…

But, he didn’t actually WANT his bladder to lighten up. He was certain that, if it hurt him badly enough, he’d get past all his resistance and be capable of telling Trunks that he wanted to void. “I’m turning it up higher,” Vegeta said. “A Saiyan warrior should never complain.”

Vegeta adjusted some of the settings, increasing the gravity just slightly. Immediately, a great lurching spasm rocked through his abdomen, his midsection feeling squeezed and crushed. His knees buckled, body struggling to adjust to the massive jump in pressure within.

“S—See?” Trunks asked, straining to lift himself off the ground. “It’s h—hard for you too…”

The gravity itself was fine! Vegeta trained under higher levels by himself all the time. He could handle it. It just felt like his bladder was being viciously sucked down to his feet was all. He stumbled and tried to straighten up. “It… Takes time to adjust. You will get used to it.”

Vegeta watched as Trunks kept trying, insides churning. He generally made it a habit to always relieve himself before he came in here. He hated that it meant he sometimes had to postpone training for a little while until he was granted some privacy. But, he had long ago learned his lesson about NOT peeing first. He’d let himself get truly desperate in here only once before; When his bladder had begun to back-flow, and the burning stings had obliterated his kidneys… The additional pressure bearing down on his body dug its claws in, forcing him to feel like he was being ripped apart both inside and out.

The pain had been so grotesque in its intensity that he’d basically screamed, voice gnarled and ragged. He’d frantically turned the device off, returning him to Earth’s normal gravity, and allowing some of the heinous torment to ebb back down into something that DIDN’T feel fatal. He’d rushed out, vision blurring as he went down the hall. Bulma had stopped him, “What’s wrong? I heard you shouti—“

“Nothing,” Vegeta had interrupted, shoving past her. He’d gotten to their room, locked the door. Then, to the restroom, locking THAT door as well. He finally urinated, trying to catch his breath the whole time.

The memory of how bad that had felt— Not to mention the relief that followed— made Vegeta want to put a stop to his current predicament NOW. The solution to his problem should have been simple, just a matter of saying a few words. All he had to do was speak, then he wouldn’t have to worry about enduring anything as Hellish as that again.

He gave it a try, but what came out was; “That’s enough, Trunks. Let’s try something harder, use only ONE hand now.”

Trunks’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t complain. Good. That was how a Saiyan SHOULD behave. Vegeta kept watching Trunks, noticing his hair beginning to glow subtly. “No turning Super Saiyan,” he instructed. “I told you, when I was your age I did more than this— All without going super.”

Trunks was quiet for a second, save for the grunts as he continued to raise and lower himself. Then, he stuck his tongue out; “That’s ‘cause you couldn’t DO it when you were my age!”

Vegeta twitched, a tiny flame appearing in his chest. “Are you mocking me?”

“Maybe.”

“So, that’s how we’re gonna do this? Get up, Trunks. Push-ups are done.”

Trunks collapsed to the floor, then slowly got to his feet.

“Next phase of your training; I want you to try to hit me,” Vegeta said.

Trunks grinned and held up his fists.

This was what typically happened. Vegeta would try to have Trunks complete a series of exercises, and Trunks would try to provoke Vegeta into sparring with him. It didn’t take much to provoke him.

Vegeta dodged several ki blasts fired by his son and started to charge one of his own. He always held back when fighting with his son, which was a weird feeling. He never shot off anything at full power, sometimes if he felt like he’d accidentally over-charged an attack, he’d even miss on purpose. This was not how Saiyan children were SUPPOSED to be trained. It wasn’t how Vegeta himself had been trained— The adults would come at him with everything they had, if he got seriously injured then it was HIS fault for not fighting hard enough.
Vegeta knew that was what he should do with Trunks, he just found it impossible. Maybe it would be easier once Trunks was fully-grown— Vegeta had had zero issue attacking Trunks’s future counterpart, after all. As it was, Vegeta constantly felt this confused pushing-and-pulling sensation inside himself. Half of him wanted to fight and give over to the full force of his own strength, and the other half was appalled by the idea of Trunks being in pain.

He blamed Earth for it. The stupid planet had obviously poisoned him somehow.

He was having more trouble than usual today. It was tough to dodge with a solid, massive weight stuffed into his center. It was even harder to concentrate when he had to spend so much energy on ignoring the signals from his bladder begging him for release. He stumbled a few times, and his legs rubbed together more than once. Trunks was having too much fun to notice any odd poses Vegeta made.

“Hahaha! I’m gonna get you!” Trunks laughed, charging up another blast.

Vegeta quickly moved out of its path, his shaky footing making him slip. When he landed on the floor, the reverberation knocked through his bladder, up his pipes, and made his back come alive with caustic heat. “G—“ He bit down hard. “Haah—“ His heart pounded rapid-fire, the heavy air around him closing in, wrapping a thick rope around his abdomen and pulling it tight. “Hnng—“

Trunks lowered his hands and began to stare. “Huh? I thought I missed… What happened?”

This was that ‘opportunity’ Vegeta had been waiting on. The perfect moment to say “I dodged it, I just need a break to relieve myself.” But then, he’d also be admitting that those horrid, squeaking moaning noises that refused to stop falling from his lips were caused by desperation. Trunks’s expression was concerned, and it made Vegeta’s neck prickle with a blush.

“Heh, guess it was so powerful that it didn’t even have to touch you!” Trunks decided, grinning. He ran forward, climbing into Vegeta’s lap.

Vegeta reacted immediately. Trunks was small, but having ANYTHING on top of him while in the gravity chamber was difficult. Worse, having something RIGHT THERE. His bladder boiled sharply, and gave such a strong throb that he worried it was about to burst right out of him. He wriggled against the floor, hands fluttering around himself uselessly. “Tr—Trunks— Not—“

Trunks moved away from him, still laughing. “Woah, did I actually hurt you without even—“

“N—No, I— Uh— Need—“ Vegeta swallowed around a lump in his throat. ‘I need to relieve myself,’ he thought. ‘Just say it.’ “Uh— You were right, the gravity is too high,” he said instead.

“Oh,” Trunks shrugged. “Well, I got used to it, you must be getting old!” He went to the controls and adjusted them.

Vegeta struggled not to sigh as his bladder reacted to the shift, suddenly going light, its walls ceasing their infernal spasming. The relief was so much like actually PEEING that he caught himself sneaking a glance downward. He wasn’t urinating, of course, he knew that was impossible.

Vegeta managed to stand up, doing so quickly before his bladder re-adjusted and began needling him as strongly as it had been before. His middle ached, and he found himself rubbing at it with equal parts curiosity and trepidation. The sore swell there buzzed angrily at his touch, and he yanked his hand away as if he’d been burned. “You have done well so far,” he said. “It… Might be a good time for a break.”

There.

That was the closest he thought he could get today to confessing his need.

“Huh? Already?” Trunks asked. He groaned, “Does Mom want us to do chores instead again?”

“N—No…” Vegeta said. “I just— Need—“ ‘Dammit, out with it!’ His back started to twinge once more, that should have been motivation enough to say what he had to do. “Need to… Get something to eat.”

“Oh, okay,” Trunks nodded. “I’m hungry too.”

Great. That meant the boy was going to follow him…

Sure enough, Trunks walked after Vegeta as he painstakingly made his way to the kitchen. He passed the door to his and Bulma’s room along the way— The door he WANTED to go through. He forced himself to ignore it, but he couldn’t ignore the acid coming to a boil in his back. It hurt so damn much… It was making him shake, half of him felt dipped in ice, the other in fire. His legs kept crossing every few steps, his posture deteriorating.

Trunks noticed it. “Does it make you stronger?” He asked.

Vegeta paused his awkward paces, letting his legs snap together and squeeze. “What we just did…? Of course it—“

“Nuh-uh,” Trunks said. “Holding it forever.”

Vegeta wished he had some way to hide his face. “What are you—“

“‘Cause, I’m trying to learn how to do that so I can be strong too,” Trunks said. “It’s just really hard and I keep having to give up.”

Vegeta crossed his legs for a second, shamed by Trunks’s watchful eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Never peeing! It DOES make you stronger, right?” Trunks said. “It MUST, or else why do you do it?”

Vegeta begrudgingly straightened himself out once more. “Tr—Trunks, this is a vulgar conversation. We are about to eat, stop this.”

“Is there some day where you’re planning to go? Like, you finally beat Goten’s dad, so you decide you’re strong enough, and—“

“Trunks!” Vegeta snapped. “Enough.”

“‘Cause I just wanna know how long I should try to—“

“You shouldn’t,” Vegeta interrupted. “You should NOT try to force your body to… Retain. Unless you just… Haven’t a choice.”

Trunks was quiet for a second, then started up again. “But, YOU… ‘retain’ when you don’t have to all the time! You’ve been holding it foreve—“

“If you have ever noticed me… Experiencing ‘distress’ of that sort, it was because I didn’t have a choice.”

“But, you can go NOW, and you won’t.”

Vegeta started to pace, hands balled into fists so that he didn’t accidentally grab himself. Trunks could tell he was bursting at the seams, so the words ‘Yes, I’ll be back in a moment,’ should have been easy. His need wasn’t some big secret, Trunks already knew! Yet, he remained stuck where he was, chest turning glacial.

“Trunks, I have a…” Vegeta’s jaw tensed, teeth grinding. He wasn’t sure if his emotions or his desperation was more responsible for his inability to speak. “That is to say, I struggle with— I often—… There are wrong ways to train your body,” he settled on, finally. “You can teach it to do something that you didn’t actually want, and then it’s difficult to get it to change.”

“I don’t get it…” Trunks admitted.

Vegeta swayed back and forth. The bedroom door was taunting him. He did NOT want to give Trunks any more details about his problem! He did not want to have to spell it all out! He did not want to… to endure the pangs in his back any longer!

“I—I’ll explain it in— In a few minutes!” Vegeta said, forcing his twitching legs to move forwards, and his sweating hands to open the door. He locked himself into the bedroom, already feeling more secure. Trunks could probably still get in here, the flimsy lock wasn’t enough to stop him. He didn’t think Trunks would break it, though. He went to the restroom and shut the door. He was shaking so much, could feel everything in his body spiking and falling at random intervals. He twitchily reached for the lock, turning it as gently as he could, feeling relieved when he didn’t accidentally pull it too far. They needed to get a stronger lock, Vegeta was sick of the nerves he experienced every time he had to touch this one. He didn’t care how many times he broke any of the OTHER locks, but THIS one was too valuable.

He stood at the toilet and told himself to go. Please, please just go… His bladder throbbed and cramped, but nothing came out. His mind was abuzz, trying to work out what Trunks must have been thinking. He was sure Trunks knew what he was doing, and since this was his first ever indication that his father actually peed sometimes, he was likely surprised. He was thinking about it a LOT.

‘But, that’s GOOD,’ Vegeta thought. ‘You don’t WANT him to believe you never void.’ He wanted Trunks to KNOW that he did, to stop copying him, to NEVER copy him when it came to THIS. Vegeta had that same feeling again, the horror at the thought of Trunks getting really hurt because of him. If Trunks broke his own bladder the way Vegeta had done to his, if Trunks had to experience the excruciating, caustic torment still flaring in Vegeta’s back…

There were so few people Vegeta allowed into his world, it was his responsibility to protect them from anything.

At last, he began to pee. Just the tiny, stabbing dribbles at first. It burned a trail down his length and everything in him begged him to STOP. Instead, he forced himself to lean into that pain, the only way he knew to finally coax out his stream. It picked up speed, the stinging being replaced by a gradual easing of pressure. His bladder continued to spasm, the fullness still agitating its sensitive walls even as he was finally letting it out.

It took over a minute before it REALLY started to feel good, and his poor holding muscles began to go truly slack. He was a bit disturbed by how amazing this felt sometimes. Satiating such a humiliating need shouldn’t have been this gratifying. It shouldn’t have granted him a full-body experience of pure pleasure. It disgusted him that, sometimes, the only thing he could even compare this great amount of satisfaction to was how he felt when he climaxed.

He hated how much willpower it took for him not to moan.

At last, he finished up a few minutes later. His bladder felt light, but sore. It knew that its reprieve would not last forever. Eventually, it would be stretched within an inch of its life yet again. Desperate over-flow was its natural state.

He left the restroom and went back to the hall where Trunks was waiting. Trunks started speaking immediately, “Were you peeing that whole time? How’d you do that? Is it ‘cause you haven’t done it in years? Did I make you have to quit by talking about it too mu—“

“Trunks,” Vegeta interrupted. “I was… Attempting to explain something earlier. Remember? I said you can train your body improperly.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what that means.”

Vegeta sighed. Of course, he was going to have to explain it a little better than that. “Okay, what I’m about to tell you… It is not to come up in conversation EVER. You are not to say one word about it to anyone, and that includes Kakarot’s child.”

“But, I tell Goten everyth—“

“You won’t tell him this,” Vegeta said, pausing. “And… Do your best not to THINK about it when the two of you are fused.”

“Okay…” Trunks sighed. “What’s the big secret?”

“I… Have… A bit of trouble with… relieving myself around others.”

Trunks stared. “Um… Is that it?”

“What?!”

“Why didn’t you just say that before?” Trunks asked. “I seriously thought you were holding it forever because you’re super strong.”

“I— It’s— It’s disgraceful,” Vegeta said. “That’s why you aren’t to tell anyo—“

“Yeah, I won’t tell anybody,” Trunks said. “But, is that really all?”

Vegeta crossed his arms. He’d been certain Trunks was going to be ashamed of him. Say, ‘But, you always told me you can do anything!’ Ask, ‘Why would THAT be hard to do?’ Mention how ‘Goten’s dad could pee on-stage at the World Tournament if he wanted!’ Instead, Trunks didn’t care at all, and Vegeta was angry at himself for agonizing over it in the first place.

“Yes, that’s all,” Vegeta said. “But, it… It began when I…” He trailed off. He’d been about to say that it started when he thought that holding his bladder for long periods of time would prove his superiority, but THAT had started when he began to feel that urinating made him appear weak. And THAT had started when…

When…

He didn’t know when, he was certain it had just always been there.

“Just— Don’t try to hold it for years,” Vegeta said. “That isn’t what I was doing.”

“Oh, okay,” Trunks said.

Vegeta was on high alert for several days afterwards. Any time Goten was over, he couldn’t help but pay close attention to every conversation he had with Trunks. Seeing as the discussions held by young children were generally pretty inane, this was hard to do. And if Vegeta heard the phrase, “That’s not FAIR, Trunks!” In Goten’s whining voice one more time…

He still forced himself to listen, certain that Trunks would accidentally let something slip any time Goten complained that HE had to pee. ‘Oh, by the way,’ he imagined Trunks saying. ‘My dad HASN’T been holding it forever, he just can’t go most of the time!’

No such comments were ever made, and soon Vegeta was sure Trunks really WOULD manage to stay quiet about it. He’d seemingly grasped that this was a ‘family’ subject, and no one outside needed to hear about it.

Now that the two (Er, THREE, as he forced himself to admit) most important people in his life knew of the problem, Vegeta felt somewhat better about it. Bulma was trying to understand it, Trunks wasn’t disappointed in him, Kakarot was… Infuriatingly helpful. Vegeta thought he could manage it. At the least, he no longer had to sneak around and make excuses when he was at home. He could request some privacy without being prodded as to why.

Then there was another dream.

It was somewhat clearer than the last several. He could sort of see where he was, and he knew Frieza was right next to him. His vision slightly less cloudy, he noticed that Frieza was towering over him, this suggested that he was kneeling for some reason— Vegeta would NEVER kneel before Frieza! Or, perhaps, he’d been knocked to the ground and was laying there, injured.

Frieza was giving some kind of a speech. Vegeta was sure it was the same one from all of the other dreams, and he still could not make out a single word of it. Even so, his chest felt heavy, cold and knotted. Something in him was screaming that he was pathetic, unworthy, useless. He believed every hateful word his brain fired at him, more certain of them than he’d ever been of anything else.

When he woke, he desperately had to urinate. The severity of his need startled him, since he HAD managed to go before bed last night. Yet, he felt like he did when he’d been holding it for over a day.

Bulma was still asleep— and he knew she couldn’t hear his stream from the bed anyway— so he hurried to the restroom and emptied his bladder. It felt good to be able to go so easily, but the cold buzzing ache from his dream lingered.

 

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Also, here's some art. Nappa thinks he's "helping". 

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Vegeta was regretting his decision to come on Kakarot’s stupid trip. As far as he understood it, the inhabitants of most planets developed some form of housing so that they wouldn’t NEED to sleep outside. Yet, for some incomprehensible reason, Earthlings thought that spending multiple nights outside was a form of leisure activity. They claimed it was meant to be relaxing.

Upon hearing that, Vegeta tried again to remember if he’d ever relaxed. He came up empty, but he was certain that if he HAD done it, it hadn’t involved any of the nights he’d spent laying in dirt.

Trunks wanted to do it, however. Because Goten was doing it. And, when Kakarot had come over last week to discuss it with Bulma, going on and on about how much fun HE’D had as a child when he’d lived by himself in the woods, all the things he could teach the kids— Just shoving it in Vegeta’s face that he thought he was SO much better at this than him— What choice did Vegeta have?! Kakarot was coming into HIS house, bragging about all these ‘outdoors skills’, as if Vegeta didn’t have ANY of his own!

Of COURSE Vegeta had to announce his intentions to come along, if only to show Kakarot how wrong he was!

Now, sure, Kakarot hadn’t SAID anything about being better than Vegeta, but what did that matter?

It wasn’t until he arrived at the campground with Trunks and Kakarot’s family that Vegeta grew concerned that this had been a terrible idea. The area was a lot more… populated than he’d been expecting. He’d THOUGHT they’d be doing this right around where Kakarot lived, THOSE woods were basically deserted. Kakarot’s bride, however, had insisted on visiting a more scenic location.

The result was that they weren’t alone in these woods, people were milling around in the distance, setting up their own campsites, and Vegeta was VERY aware of their presence. He couldn’t switch off his chi-sensing ability; Even when they got to a clearing far enough away from everyone else that they’d been removed from his view, he could still FEEL how crowded the area really was.

Vegeta HAD considered his problem when he’d agreed to come. Since he’d been in similar areas before on other planets— spaces without restrooms where he’d have no choice but to void outside— he’d thought he could manage this. The absolute worst case scenario would only necessitate him requesting Kakarot’s aid. Annoying and debasing, but something he was learning to live with.

Now that he knew how many people were actually HERE, and that he’d have a difficult time getting his body to stop noticing their power-levels, Vegeta was having second thoughts.

Of course, it wasn’t as though he was TRAPPED here. Hastily adjusting his ‘worst case scenario’ plan, he decided that if it came down to it, he could always just fly home for a bit and come back. It would barely take him half an hour to do that. Kakarot and Trunks would probably know what he was doing, and that was… Not too utterly terrible. He’d need an excuse to give to the rest of Kakarot’s family, however— THEY did not need to know about this.

Hell, he was accustomed to holding his bladder for entire days. He might be able to get away with only relieving himself after everyone had gone to sleep each night. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about flying back and forth.

Yes. He’d be fine.

Goku hadn’t expected this place to be so well populated, either. Chi-Chi had picked it because of some really big, impressive waterfall that people apparently liked to visit. It was the thought of the waterfall, and the sight of the crowds, that made Goku worry a little. He’d known from the start that Vegeta was bound to need his ‘help’ at some point during their trip, and that was going to be more complicated than he’d thought.

He’d pay careful attention to Vegeta like he always did. If his friend seemed to be in serious distress, he’d… He’d tell Vegeta that he needed something from Bulma. That way he could fly home for a bit, and no one would know the real reason he had to leave. Vegeta had a large bladder though, so if he stayed reasonably comfortable throughout the day, then Goku would simply encourage his family and Trunks to go to sleep early. Vegeta shouldn’t have any trouble going then.

Goku could handle this, he knew he could.

Indeed, Vegeta didn’t start acting ‘twitchy’ until later that evening. He moved in a restless manner as Goku cooked the massive fish he and Goten had caught over a fire. Since it was late, Goku figured Vegeta would be alright waiting until the rest of them had gone to sleep.

Vegeta sat beside Chi-Chi, fanning his legs in and out while he watched Trunks play with Kakarot’s littlest brat. They were competing in some way, but Vegeta couldn’t work out the rules of their strange game until Trunks gripped the side of a massive boulder and shoved it forwards a small distance. “Beat that!”

Goten nodded and stepped up to the enormous rock. Vegeta continued to watch. If the boy managed to move it further than Trunks had, Trunks would spend the entirety of the next week in the gravity room, Vegeta would make sure of tha—

“You Saiyans have too much energy!” Chi-Chi commented. “You go one day without a fight and you can’t stop fidgeting!”

Vegeta looked down at his bouncing knee. He hadn’t even noticed how much he was beginning to squirm. Shamefully, he tried to stop. He’d relieved himself just that morning, it couldn’t have been more than twelve hours since he’d last emptied his bladder. He shouldn’t NEED to move around yet. As soon as his leg went still, the buzzing in his abdomen increased startlingly and he tensed up in order to resist the urge to continue wriggling. His legs started to shake slightly, and there was nothing he could do about that. At least it was subtle enough no one would notice.

Chi-Chi was no longer focused on him, her attention turned instead towards Gohan. Even more confusing than the idea that sleeping in dirt was in any way relaxing, Gohan had thus far spent the entirety of their trip reading. Why would he subject himself to several nights outdoors if he was not even going to take advantage of his surroundings to get himself stronger?

“Yes, Gohan, what is it?”

“Um, m—may I go pee before we eat?” Gohan asked.

Chi-Chi sighed. “Yes, Gohan… You really don’t have to ask, remember?” She looked back at Vegeta. “I did raise him to be polite, but I think he goes overboard sometimes…”

Vegeta tried to casually cross one of his legs over the other, he managed it, but it didn’t help. If anything, changing his position only made his bladder throb harder. Had Gohan never explained his ‘problem’ to his mother? Did it shame him somehow? Gohan’s ‘problem’ was barely even a problem! He could still relieve himself wherever he wanted to, it couldn’t have been THAT hard to find someone to give him permission!

If all Vegeta needed was for someone to TELL him to relieve himself, everything would be so much easier. He struggled not to feel JEALOUS as Gohan got up and walked away. And he was more relieved than he’d like to admit when he saw that Gohan was at least a little more discreet than Kakarot. He actually bothered to head a decent distance into the foliage before peeing, rather than doing it right in the open like his idiot father often would.

Nevertheless, Vegeta’s hearing was STILL so strong, and his bladder so raw, that he was acutely aware of the sound Gohan’s stream made as it struck the dirt. It made Vegeta feel jittery. The noise was a merciless tease to his own bladder, and now that he knew how far the sound could travel out here, he was fighting to push a very unpleasant idea away. The idea that he could accidentally WAKE someone while he was voiding tonight and cause them to notice what he was doing.

Gohan peed for a while— Or at least, that was how it felt to Vegeta, being forced to just sit there, listen and hold it. He wasn’t comfortable, and when a spasm tried to convince him that it was, perhaps, a good idea to go talk to Kakarot soon, he tensed up his thighs to banish the thought. It was late, he was so close. Soon, the others would be asleep, and he’d be able to handle this on his OWN like he was SUPPOSED to. Going to Kakarot was the last resort, only to be used during a true emergency. If his back wasn’t hurting, that meant he could handle it.

So, he continued to handle it. The biggest issue was still ensuring that Kakarot’s family couldn’t tell that he was in need of anything. He fought against the pressing urge to squirm, and when the fish was ready, he struggled to eat with the amount of fervor EXPECTED from a Saiyan. It was just difficult to put something INTO his body when something else needed so much to come out, and he was aware he was shoveling food into his mouth at a much slower pace than he usually would.

Chi-Chi noticed, but all she did was mumble that Bulma must have finally taught him some basic table manners. “If only Goku could learn the same thing…”

The sun started to set, and Vegeta’s bladder cramped with anticipation. Soon. He’d get to relieve the pressure very soon. He knew he could handle this… He could survive only going once a day after everyone was asleep. This trip wouldn’t be that long, and he could go back to normal as soon as it was over. This was uncomfortable and he didn’t ENJOY it, but he could live with it for now. No big deal.

Once darkness fell and Goku had coaxed Goten and Trunks to bed, Vegeta stayed awake, waiting for the others to start snoring. At least they all had their eyes shut, he was free to squirm as much as he wanted. He scissored his legs back and forth and bounced on his heels. It felt so good to move… He crossed his ankles and allowed his knees to rub together, making up for lost time after so many hours of forced stillness.

As soon as he was sure everyone was sleeping, he walked out of the clearing and… Into a very bright light. What the Hell? Shielding his eyes, he looked up to spot a massive light hanging from a tree branch overhead.

He remembered now, Chi-Chi had mentioned those. They were motion-activated, because unlike Saiyans, humans could barely see in the dark. Did those things HAVE to be so bright? It was giving him a headache, and reminding him of that irritating attack Kakarot’s three-eyed friend had created. Oh, the number of times he’d been struck blind by that before receiving a fist to his face…

He got out from under the light, paced a bit further down the trail and accidentally set off another one. One of his hands twitched, palm starting to heat up. Those lights were annoying, a good blast of chi would take care of them…

And it would wake everyone up. Kakarot’s woman would scream at him and then NEVER go back to sleep. No more privacy, after he’d spent SO much time waiting for it.

He moved away from the light and waited for it to switch back off. He looked from side to side, hoped that this area would suffice and readied himself to pee. It was quiet now, the only noises being that of the bugs. After a few minutes, he felt a stunning point of pressure around his urethral opening. Finally, that was it! He forced himself to push into the pain, aware that it was the only way to free himself of it. Any second now, he would start to dribble, he would at last start to urinate, he would—

From the corner of his eye, he noticed another bright light flash on in the distance. Everything stopped immediately, the pressure faded, and he no longer felt as though he was on the edge of voiding. His bladder felt as locked down and impenetrable as ever before. And it HURT. The small ring of muscle separating his urine from the outside world stung and screamed and flared with anger. The walls of his bladder spasmed roughly, and icicles formed within his chest.

Fuck… Was someone…

Focus. Vegeta would be able to SENSE if a human was present in the direction the light had come from. He shut his eyes and concentrated. It was a strain to feel anything past the pain of his full bladder, but after a few seconds he could sense a lot of things. Trouble was, he couldn’t focus well enough to tell them apart. He knew the super small power levels he was picking up on likely belonged to birds and insects. But, there were larger ones— Still not very impressive, but strong enough to be coming from a human. Or a deer. Or a wolf…

Vegeta didn’t think he’d care that much if an animal happened upon him while he was trying to void. Most of the animals on Earth weren’t intelligent enough to know that he was doing anything embarrassing. Since he couldn’t tell if those power levels were from deer or humans, though…

Okay, maybe trying to sense chi hadn’t been the best idea. He was all too aware of EVERY living thing within miles of him now, and any time he picked up on something moving— No matter how microscopic its power was— his holding muscles twisted tighter, instead of loosening.

‘Ignore it, ignore it, stop…’ Vegeta told himself, trying to redirect ALL of his attention to his bladder and the task at hand. That wasn’t too hard to do, he needed to go so bad that it was an easy thing to focus on. ‘You almost had it a few moments ago, just—‘

Another light blared to life way off to his right. Immediately, and without meaning to, he concentrated on chi sources again. ‘That feels like it could be a person, they might be coming closer.’ He stumbled deeper into the trees, frustrated beyond belief. This was utterly ridiculous! He SHOULD just go blow up all those stupid lights. HE could see FINE without them!

He glanced back and forth as he adjusted his aim. He felt like he was in more of a bargaining stage now. If he could only get out SOME of his urine, he thought he’d be satisfied with that. If he only let out just enough to take the EDGE off for a few more hours, he could accept that!

His bladder refused to grant him even a drop. The glacial feelings in his chest hadn’t faded since the moment the first light had come on, and no ‘reassurances’ he tried to give himself melted the ice even a little.

Okay! That was it! He’d had MORE than enough of this!

Vegeta could FLY. He could fly REALLY fast, and he could go HOME. At home, there wouldn’t be any stupid motion lights to convince him that someone was about to walk in on him. At home, he could relieve himself, and then fly RIGHT back. No one would even know!

Vegeta put his clothing back together and, once more, had to get himself to concentrate on something that WASN’T his bladder. As he tried to gather enough chi to get in the air, his hands went between his legs and started to squeeze. He almost forced them away, but it… It felt so much better this way…

He managed to get off the ground and started to raise higher into the sky. He barely made it above the trees before his bladder twisted up like a corkscrew, shuddered like it was collapsing in on itself, and cramped down so violently that he nearly just FELL back down to the ground.

He caught himself in time and lowered himself to his feet, horror dawning as the ice in his chest started to move up through his shoulders. His… His own body was… It was preventing him from flying. He had reached a limit, the limit for how badly he could need to pee before he lost the ability to fly. He wasn’t supposed to HAVE any limits!

He DIDN’T have limits!

THAT had been a fluke! Something— Something just got in his eye! Yeah! It messed up his concentration. He COULD fly. He COULD get home! He started the process over again, ignoring that it was taking far longer than it had any right to. Usually, he could get in the air the instant he wanted, it wasn’t supposed to take a minute for him to prepare.

But, that was fine. Moving SLOWER than usual was acceptable. He could forgive himself for that. He couldn’t forgive himself if he really WASN’T able to fly at all.

His feet lifted from the ground and he attempted to blast straight up. This time, he didn’t even reach the tops of the trees before his control over his chi shattered, and his bladder’s walls squeezed and stretched with a violent, fervent intensity.

He struggled to even land gently enough that he didn’t accidentally rock his bladder too much. The cold feeling was starting to slowly ease its way down to his fingertips.

Vegeta knew that one option remained. He knew what he COULD do— what he HAD to do.

He needed to be able to teleport home.

Which meant he needed to go wake Kakarot up.

‘Pathetic,’ he thought scornfully. The thought of shoving Kakarot around until his eyes cracked open, then having to pitifully explain how much he needed to go home for a minute…

For some reason, he thought Kakarot might even tell him ‘no’. For some reason, he had a very clear image of Kakarot saying ‘No, Vegeta. I’m exhausted. Let me rest.’ And, if Kakarot DID say that, and Vegeta got… Frantic…

The most mortifying picture of himself BEGGING Kakarot popped into his mind’s eye, and no amount of ‘Kakarot wouldn’t DO that!’ could chase it away. He had no idea where these awful ideas were coming from, but they were sticking to his brain like glue and he couldn’t risk them coming to fruition.

Vegeta had gone to sleep with a full bladder before, and he’d always been fine. Tomorrow, as soon as he and Kakarot got a moment alone, all of this could be resolved.

Vegeta went back to their clearing. He laid down, in the dirt, and just as he’d predicted nothing about it was calming. His insides were churning, his urethra burning, his chest cold. Everything below his waist was drenched in flame, everything above frozen solid.

Somehow, he managed to lose himself to a sleep filled with troubled dreams.

Again, he found himself staring up at Frieza. Just like in the previous dreams, his vision was cloudy. But, this time he felt more aware of what exactly was obscuring his sight. His eyes were burning in a strange, vaguely familiar way. To his immense horror, he realized the stinging sensation meant that he was crying. He DIDN’T cry, he did NOT… He’d only done it once or twice in his entire life, he was NOT crying now.

Frieza’s speech was muffled, like usual. However, this time, Vegeta could pick up on a few scattered words between the incomprehensible streams of mush. “Pathetic… Useless… Unworthy…”

When he woke up, there were tears in the corners of his eyes. He furiously brushed them away before realizing that they had likely been caused by the horrific pain currently ripping into him. Only his lower back was aching so far, but his bladder itself felt like it was being CRUSHE—

Oh.

“Tr—Trunks, get the Hell off of me!” Vegeta snapped, voice sharp. “What is wrong with you?!”

Trunks moved back, blinking, and now Vegeta noticed Goten was here too. “I’m sorry, Dad. Goten and I really wanna go play in the waterfall, and his Mom said we aren’t allowed to go there if no one’s with us.”

Blasted woman… Trunks and his friend could never be in any danger if they were alone. The danger would only be to whoever was AROUND them.
Vegeta wriggled as he sat up, eyes widening as the massive weight filling up his bladder shifted within him. It was— It was morning. He neede— He WANTED Kakarot. He glanced around, to his dismay he saw that Kakarot was still asleep. “I’ll take you later, after Kakarot and I have… Fought.”

“He’s asleep!” Goten pointed out, whining. Nails on a fucking chalkboard… Usually, Vegeta could tolerate Trunks’s playmate a BIT longer than this, but his nerves were worn down to almost nothing. “He’ll be up when we get back!”

The very last place Vegeta wanted to go was ANYWHERE with a waterfall. He didn’t even want to IMAGINE waterfalls right now. If Kakarot didn’t get up and take him home NOW, Vegeta was going to MAKE a—

No.

No, he was not.

Of course he wasn’t.

He couldn’t. Even if he wanted to.

“Come ON, Dad,” Trunks complained. Somehow, TRUNKS’S whining wasn’t as grating as Goten’s. Probably just because Trunks didn’t look like a tiny clone of Kakarot— Who STILL wasn’t waking up!

“F—Fine,” Vegeta said. “Fine. But only for a little while. I need Kakarot to… To fight me very soon.”

“Okay,” Goten and Trunks agreed.

The walk TO the waterfall was Hell. Vegeta still hadn’t even woken up all the way, everything EXCEPT for his bladder felt sluggish and numb. Being surrounded on all sides by trees was torture. There were few occasions where Vegeta honestly wished his brain could be more like Kakarot’s, but this was one of them. If he were as incapable of shame as his rival, he’d be able to sprint to the closest tree and just… Go. Without a care. It wouldn’t matter how many people were looking.

He hadn’t even been able to manage it last night when NO ONE was looking, when he’d just thought that someone MIGHT.

The thought of last night, the entirety of yesterday, how horridly long he’d already been holding all this in…

It had been over twenty four hours now. Twenty four hours had always been the length of time it usually took for him to start ‘breaking’. For the desperation to begin driving him insane, for the back aches to become nauseating, for him to lose all ability to conceal what was wrong.

He reminded himself that the LONGEST he’d ever held it for was TWO days. And, when he did that, he was rewarded with getting so angry that he turned Super Saiyan for the first time!

Maybe if he had to break that record now, he’d unlock ANOTHER new ability, something even more powerful than ANYTHING Kakarot had ever reached. Yes. If he had to hold it until it hurt so bad that he missed how it felt to be dead, then he’d be able to go several levels BEYOND Super Saiyan!

Yeah. The desperation was DEFINITELY starting to drive him insane, that was for sure.

“Truuunks, slow down!” Goten complained.

Vegeta snapped back to the moment at hand, prepared to shout at Goten to keep up. Then, he realized why the boy was struggling. Goten was doing a bit of a dance. Dammit. WHY hadn’t he gone before they’d left?!

“Ugh, fine,” Trunks said, coming to a stop. “If you can’t hold it, just go.”

Vegeta looked away. He REALLY hoped Goten would choose to address his need more like how his BROTHER did it, and not like his idiot father. ‘Don’t do it right here. Not in front of me. Not when I—‘

Of course, Goten HAD to take after his father. He ran up to a bush that provided barely any cover, and just… Went. “Ahhhhh…. Much better!”

Vegeta swore he could hear every drop individually as it splattered the bush. His bladder twisted, convulsed, and the ache in his back creeped upwards ever so slightly. He put a hand against his tender side, trying to soothe some of the tension out. It was no use. Every bit of him was in knots, struggling to react to an unreal level of need. If he wasn’t so sure he’d just lose control and land on the ground again, Vegeta would have flown off right then, let Chi-Chi complain about him leaving the kids alone, he wouldn’t care. He just NEEDED—

“Okay, all done,” Goten said happily.

“Finally,” Trunks grumbled. “Now, come on. If we don’t hurry, people’ll beat us there and we won’t be allowed to use our powers!”

They made it to the waterfall, Goten and Trunks immediately took off and started to wrestle one another in the water. Vegeta watched them and came to one conclusion; This was literally worse than Hell. He’d BEEN there before, and it wasn’t as bad as this. The waterfall itself was SO loud, roaring and rippling, spraying with a violent force. It was so much like what Vegeta needed to do that he kept having to turn his back to the kids so that he could hold himself without notice.

Add onto that the sound of Goten and Trunks splashing around, and Vegeta’s head felt as full of liquid as his bladder did. He thought he might manage to drown in his own revolting fluids. It hurt, he was going to burst, it was too much, he couldn’t—

He could. He could. He always could… There was no such word as ‘can’t’ in his vocabulary. It had no place there. He had to hold it now, and so that was what he’d do. He’d endure it, however long it took. Soon, he could walk back, grab Kakarot by the shirt and DEMAND that he take him home NOW. It would be over. It would all finally be over.

As he was forced to continue listening to the sloshing water, Vegeta was hit by another idea. A vile, disgusting one that was THOROUGHLY beneath him, but an idea nonetheless. He couldn’t handle anyone KNOWING that he was peeing, but if there was a way for him to do it where it would be IMPOSSIBLE to notice…

No one would notice if he voided in the water, would they?

If he submerged himself and just… Let go, nothing visible would happen, there would be no trickling sounds. No one would be able to tell. He didn’t LIKE the idea, technically he would be peeing in his clothing, but it would be washed off right away. Only HE would know it happened, if he could just forgive himself for the transgression, accept that these were extenuating circumstances…

Temperature…

Urine was warm. Goten and Trunks might be able to feel it. They’d probably just blame EACH OTHER, but since Goten had JUST peed, he wasn’t so sure. Maybe the water was ALREADY kind of warm and they wouldn’t notice?

Vegeta stepped to the edge and hesitantly stuck one of his boots into the water— No way was he gonna bend down to take them off unless he KNEW he was about to pee. The liquid felt cold, too cold for his intended use. He’d have to do it further away from them. At least the lake was large. He could get away with this, he could…

Painstakingly, he forced himself to kneel and tug off his boots. His bladder felt like it was being smashed between two bricks of Kattin Steel. Surprisingly, he felt that stinging pain at his opening that usually came right before he began to pee. It made him panic and squeeze himself, but also made him hopeful. That was the closest he’d felt to an ‘involuntary release’ this whole time, maybe that meant he WOULD be able to go.

He stood and pulled his gloves off with his teeth, tossing them next to his boots, then he got into the water, as far away from Goten and Trunks as he could. When the cold water lapped at his fingers, he flinched and put his hands against his chest instead. Once he was submerged up to his waist, he shut his eyes and ordered himself to let go. He could hear the kids splashing and yelling at each other, and continually reminded himself that, when he peed, it wouldn’t make a noise. No one would be able to tell.

The scorching pinch returned to his opening and, more hopeful than he would have admitted, he pushed into it, his jaw tensing, lower abdominals straining. He felt something! It was working! Warmth was forming around his crotch, and it both revolted him and made him breathe a little easier. It was finally happening! This was over! He’d handled it, and he hadn’t needed Kakarot’s help!

He was still at the stage where it just HURT to keep forcing out his stream, but he didn’t DARE ease up, he would NOT allow himself to stop voiding until he was empty. He wanted all of it out, NOW.

He felt the shift that would turn his dribbles into something as great as the waterfall roaring into the lake, his taut holding muscles snapped at last and finally went slack. Phew… That was so much bett— A sharp tug at his arm made him stumble backwards, and cease urinating altogether. “Come on, Dad, play with us!” Trunks said. “Goten says he can hold his breath longer than me, you gotta be the judge so he knows he can’t!”

“Trunks— I was—“ Vegeta stopped. Now that he knew what relief felt like, he wanted it back, but his body refused to resume the process with Trunks right there. The coldness gripped him instead, hoping that Trunks didn’t think the water felt any warmer than usual around here. “Fine, I’ll watch your contest,” he said.

He trudged through the water after Trunks. The resistance placed on his abdomen by the fluid was brutally punishing. Having been cut off midstream like that, Vegeta’s bladder was flaring wildly, pushing viciously against an exit-pathway that had once more been blocked shut.

His back wasn’t aching at all anymore though. He told himself that meant he’d gotten a decent amount of his burden out. Maybe enough that he could fly again…

He observed Goten and Trunks as they both dove their heads under water. They each stayed down for a decent amount of time, about what Vegeta would expect from a Saiyan child. Goten was the first one to come up and gasp for air, followed by Trunks, whom immediately started to laugh and taunt him.

The water no longer being of any use to him, Vegeta got out, shoved his feet back into his boots and placed his gloves back over his hands. He felt a little lighter now, he supposed. He still REALLY wanted to relieve himself, but he definitely thought he’d be able to fly now.

He had to concentrate more than he typically did to get into the air, and his bladder shifted painfully when he finally managed it. Trunks noticed what he was doing and called “Where are you going, Dad? Don’t leave us yet!”

Vegeta sighed and lowered slightly to speak to him. “I— I forgot something at home, I will be back soo—“

“Get it later!” Trunks whined. “We never spend time together unless we’re training!”

Trunks… Knew of his problem now. And he didn’t care. Vegeta could say “Actually, I just need to go home so I can relieve myself.” And Trunks wouldn’t care. Maybe Vegeta WOULD be able to do that if Goten weren’t right next to him.

‘Stop caring what a seven year old thinks,’ Vegeta ordered himself. It wasn’t so much what Goten would think that bothered him though, it was who Goten would TELL. He had a hard time believing THAT child would keep quiet. Goten would find out, and the next thing Vegeta knew, everyone in his life would suddenly be aware.

“F—Fine, Trunks,” Vegeta said. “I’ll stay a while longer.”

‘A while longer’ turned into ‘most of the day’, and Vegeta made several more attempts to finish draining himself into the water. But, after the first time, he wasn’t even able to get himself STARTED again. It didn’t help that the lake grew more crowded as the day pressed on, more people to notice if he suddenly DID manage to make the water warmer.

By dinnertime, Vegeta no longer felt like he’d let out ANYTHING at all, his bladder was as full as ever. In spite of the immense pain, he forced himself to walk QUICKLY back to their campsite. Kakarot would DEFINITELY be awake by now, and he was sure that his bladder wasn’t going to let him fly. He didn’t want this to be the case, but Kakarot was his ONLY option.

But, when they got back, Kakarot wasn’t THERE. Only his elder son was present. “Wh—Where is your moron of a father?” Vegeta demanded, hoping that the tremor in his voice wasn’t noticeable.

Gohan looked up from his book. “Mom wanted to go on a romantic walk with him,” he said.

“… And did Kakarot have any idea what that was?”

“Uh, no,” Gohan said. “He assumed it was a special hike where you get to eat food the whole time…”

“Wh—When will he return?” Vegeta asked. “I need… He assured me we would fight one another during this trip. I am growing quite impatient.”

Gohan lowered his book to get a better look at Vegeta, instantly noticing how close his legs were pressed to one another, and the tremors raking through his entire body. Gohan recognized what those twitches meant now, and figured that this was not the best place for Vegeta to be. Doubtless, he’d been in plenty of spots without restrooms before, and had managed it somehow.

He could probably fly all the way home when he needed to and be back within half an hour… “Well, they just left a little bit ago. So, if there’s anything you… Anything you wanted to do to ‘prepare’, you have time.”

Vegeta paced in a small circle for a moment, “N—Nothing I wanted to do,” he said. He tried to focus again, tried to pick out Kakarot’s chi from all the others he could feel, tried to figure out how far away he was. It was easy to locate Kakarot, his power-level was far greater than anyone else’s. He was a troubling distance away and, as he was walking with a human, it would take him a while to get here. ‘Hurry the Hell up, Kakarot…’

Gohan shrugged. He was used to fighting taking precedence over everything else for Vegeta, but he really DID have plenty of time to go home and take care of things before Dad got here.

Vegeta folded his arms and tried to sway as minutely as he could manage. Gohan was still looking at him, he could NOT allow him to figure out how embarrassingly desperate he was, how he’d been holding it for about a day and a half now, only granted the tiniest reprieve in the lake earlier.

Goten ran to sit beside his brother, and started to chatter about his day at the lake. At least two of them were distracted now…

Trunks was still paying attention to him, though, gaze fixated on his trembling legs. “Dad?” He asked. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Vegeta said. “Just want to fight Kakarot soon.”

Trunks kept staring, then shrugged. “Okay…” He went up to Gohan as well, interrupting Goten to announce “I can hold my breath the longest!”

All of them distracted, Vegeta tried to just stand there and wait, remaining as still as he could. The tiny spurts of pee he’d released into the lake felt like absolutely nothing now, and the pain was continuing to climb through his back. It felt dangerously close to THAT point— The point where it became VERY hard not to cry out and vocalize his agony. His eyes widened as his bladder seized up and started to surge downwards. It was akin to the feeling of holding it in the gravity chamber, but so much more concerning because NOTHING extra was weighing him down.

A hand darted to his crotch and gave it a quick squeeze. When he let go, the blind pain ramped up and he was forced to do it again, right away, and if ANY of those three looked, they’d see how needy he was, and—

He darted from the clearing and hid behind a smattering of trees. Privacy at last… Not enough of it for him to actually GO like he wanted, but enough that he could writhe and hold himself. He doubled over immediately, squeezing himself tightly— A little TOO tightly, since he managed to hurt himself for a second before he remembered to ease up. No matter how bad he had to go, if he held himself with ALL of his strength…

Trunks said he wanted to be a big brother someday, Vegeta shouldn’t jeopardize that.

He coiled his legs around one another, letting them rub as he squeezed away at his crotch. His bladder was pulling him apart at the seams, bursting painfully against his clothing. He was glad that Saiyan battle suits stretched so well, if the material were digging into him any more… He moaned, horrified that his bladder could force such a noise from his lips, legs tangling like a poorly constructed pretzel.

The squeezing started to help and he sighed at the slight relief. His clenched palms were ebbing away some of his pain. He knew he couldn’t allow himself to enjoy it for very long, however. Eventually, Trunks would wonder where his father had gone.

He looked down at himself, at the engorged bump protruding within him. Kakarot had gotten startled the last time he’d noticed it. This time, Vegeta looked significantly more swollen. Maybe he wouldn’t even HAVE to tell Kakarot anything, he’d just SEE how painfully stretched his bladder was and teleport him home without a word… Vegeta couldn’t decide if his urgency being THAT blatant was less embarrassing than having to talk about it.

When he suddenly became aware that Kakarot’s power was drawing closer, he forced himself out from behind the trees and back to the clearing. Soon, finally…

Kakarot arrived minutes later with his wife. Vegeta stumbled closer to him, “Kakar—“

“Dad wants to fight you really bad,” Trunks said. “He’s been talking about it all day.”

“I know, I promised I’d fight with you,” Kakarot said. “But, I’m starving and…” He trailed off, eyes resting on Vegeta’s feet that he couldn’t stop from bouncing. “And it’s really late, so we should go to bed as soon as we eat. Let’s save the fight for tomorrow.”

“Kakarot, could you—“ Vegeta jerked his head to the side, trying to get across that he wanted to speak with him in PRIVATE, but Kakarot’s attention had already been snatched away by Goten, babbling about HIS day.

Goku tried to prepare their dinner a little faster this time. Vegeta seemed WAY more desperate than he had last night! Probably because he’d spent all day at the waterfall. Poor guy must have been DYING for everyone to go to bed so he could pee. Goku had actually wondered if he ought to teleport Vegeta HOME for a few minutes or something. But, well, he KNEW how Vegeta was, he’d be insulted if Goku suggested he ‘give up’ when he was so close. They’d all be asleep in an hour or so, Vegeta would be furious at the idea that he couldn’t handle just one more hour.

Goku sometimes thought of this as a balancing act, to help Vegeta without also damaging his ego and setting him off. He liked to think he USUALLY guessed correctly when deciding what to do.

Throughout dinner, Vegeta was eating WAY slower than usual. Chi-Chi, again, commended him for finally learning how to eat politely, shooting Goku a look as he kept stuffing food into his mouth so quickly it was a wonder he was able to chew it.

Goku noticed Vegeta kept looking over at him, and widening his eyes. Goku tried to shoot HIM a look that said ‘I know, I’ll get the kids to bed as FAST as I can, it will be okay.’

Goku did manage to get Trunks and Goten to head to sleep quickly. Luckily, they were tired out after their day. Then, he started to lay down himself. Vegeta was off to the side, making no move to head to sleep. He was shuffling between his feet, hands clasped in front of himself, looking so utterly urgent…

Vegeta wanted to snap at Kakarot that he’d been TRYING to tell him something all evening, but now that his rival was heading to bed, he— for some reason— hesitated. He didn’t know why, but he was just SURE Kakarot would tell him no, because he was too tired. And then Vegeta would have to beg him…

‘That isn’t GOING to happen,’ Vegeta screamed at himself. ‘You KNOW it won’t happen. Where is this even COMING from?’ It HAD to have been from somewhere, irrational thoughts didn’t just appear out of nothing, something must have—

He could hear the kids and Gohan snoring, Chi-Chi seemed to be asleep. Kakarot may have still been up, but— Those stupid, nonsensical ideas wouldn’t let him GO to him!

Maybe tonight Vegeta would have some better luck managing this himself. He was SUPPOSED to be able to do this on his own!

Once more, he failed. Those stupid lights kept going off in the pitch black of the night, and he honestly couldn’t tell if he was sensing a wolf wandering around near him or a human. His bladder, so brutally full that he felt close to vomiting, refused to ease up. The pains in his back continued to build and build and, just like always, there was no way to predict when they’d—

“Gaahhaaahhh…” Vegeta moaned into the darkness, miserable as it suddenly felt like his kidneys were being drenched in a mixture of boiling acid and molten lava. He stumbled, lurched and doubled over, grabbing at himself even though his dick was out and, if he started to void, it would be FINE— BETTER than fine. At this point, the only purpose holding onto himself served was to take away a very tiny fraction of his pain.

No. No more of this.

Even if his bizarre fear came to fruition and Kakarot DID make him beg, it would be better than this. Anything would be better than this.

He fumbled himself back into his clothes and limped back to the clearing. Kakarot HAD fallen asleep by then and Vegeta forced himself onto his knees, squishing his bladder once again but, already in so much agony that he barely noticed. He started to shove the other Saiyan, huffing; “Kakarot… Kakarot! Wake up! Wake up, now!”

He was utterly appalled by the lengths his body was driving him to. Frantically shaking someone awake, like a child in need of comfort after a nightmare. Frantically shaking KAKAROT, going to THAT man for help with something that he couldn’t accomplish by himself no matter how hard he tried. He shouldn’t need Kakarot, but… Oh, he needed Kakarot so bad…

Finally, his rival’s eyes started to open. “V—Vegeta…?” He asked, groggy. “What’s goin’ on?”

“I— I require—“

“Oh,” Kakarot grew more alert and started to sit up. He lowered his voice. “I… This is why I was trying to get everyone to head to bed, I could tell you—“

“Don’t speak of such things here,” Vegeta hissed sharply. “You’ll wake someone else.”

Vegeta anxiously stood. He’d expected standing and stretching out to make him feel BETTER, but it had the opposite effect. The skin of his abdomen was straining, the bump of his bladder so sharp he thought he might rip open. He crumpled forwards and begged his twitching hands not to make contact with his crotch. They did anyway. Disobedient trash…

Kakarot was beside him a moment later, and he STILL couldn’t let go…

“I— You have to get me home, or— Or stand near me, or just— ANYTHING, whatever’s fastest!” Vegeta hated every word that came from his mouth, couldn’t understand how he was even able to say them. He’d thought EARLIER that the desperation was driving him crazy, he must have been totally insane now.

“Vegeta, what’s wrong? I thought you’d be able to pee if everybody went to—“

“I—It’s those stupid motion lights,” Vegeta interrupted, trudging off as fast as his aching bladder would let him. “They keep switching on, a—and—“
“… And you think someone’s coming,” Kakarot finished. “But, wait, you should be able to sense if—“

“Th—That hasn’t been— I tried, but it’s hard to focus, and when I do manage it, I’m able to pick up on everything— Deer, birds, bugs. And the power of a deer feels too similar to the average weakling on this planet.”

Goku frowned. The lights alerting him to nearby movement, and his own body forcing him to notice anything close to him that was alive, Goku could see why it was stressing him out, why just leaving him alone in these woods hadn’t worked out the same way it had in the past, why—

This was their second night here…

Goku had assumed Vegeta’s constantly uncomfortable appearance was due to a need to pee, and he’d been right. But, he’d ALSO believed the desperation was getting alleviated each night, he’d believed Vegeta was getting a BREAK from the internal torment every so often. He’d believed he’d been helping and fixing the problem as best as he could.

Vegeta hadn’t told him otherwise.

… Vegeta WOULDN’T tell him otherwise.

“V—Vegeta?! Have you gone at ALL since we got here?!” Goku blurted out. He looked down, paying more attention to Vegeta’s lower stomach than he usually would. The times he’d noticed his bladder swelling had been really freaky and, indeed, that was happening again now. It looked so painful, gnarled and angry. Vegeta looked like he’d pop if he got poked in the side with anything sharp. “It’s been two days— Have you been holding it for two days!?”

“I…. Have,” Vegeta said, he noticed Kakarot staring at his midsection and, embarrassed, shakily released his grip on his crotch and moved his hands behind his back, trying to take away the temptation. His fingers twitched, palms growing sweaty. His bladder shuddered, protesting the loss of vital support. Its walls were so stretched, he swore it felt like something was tearing.

“No, it’s okay,” Kakarot said. “You can, er, hold it there if you have t—“

“D—Don’t pay attention to— I don’t HAVE to do that!” Vegeta insisted, still his hands moved back to his front and squeezed, seemingly without his notice.

“Shhh, you WILL wake people up if you yell at me,” Goku warned. They were back on the main trail now. Goku THOUGHT the quickest thing to do would be to get Vegeta to use a tree HERE. He could sense that Bulma and her parents were all at Capsule Corp, and a few members of their night crew were there as well. Which meant that the only rooms Goku would be able to teleport Vegeta to would be the lab, where people were working on delicate projects, or a bedroom, where everyone was probably asleep. Waking someone up by suddenly appearing in a flash of light, with Vegeta visibly… Having an emergency, would NOT be something his friend enjoyed. Having to explain what they were doing there would take time…

Walking him away from most of the campsites would be better. Maybe Goku would take him to the waterfall, maybe the sound would help him, so long as someone that he trusted was near him.

Hiking was easy, and it wasn’t a long distance. However, for the first time in a long while, Goku was worried that the person he was with wouldn’t be able to handle it. He hadn’t been nervous about overworking someone with a simple walk since Gohan was a toddler.

And, little Gohan hadn’t gotten enraged when Goku asked if he thought he could make it, or if he wanted to be carried.

Vegeta would— at least try to— blow something up if he was asked any similar questions. Unfortunately, the only thing it seemed Vegeta COULD blow up right now was his own bladder. He was VISIBLY struggling to walk. Goku knew that the best response to that was NO response at all, to instead pretend that Vegeta WASN’T basically limping, doubled over, and dragging his feet as his knees rubbed together. Still, Goku worried; It had been two days since his friend had last peed. Holding it for that long was unfathomable.

More troubling was how ashamed Vegeta had sounded when he admitted to how long he’d been waiting. He’d done something most people would be astonished by— He’d done something he knew GOKU couldn’t do— and yet it had failed to instill any pride into him. Vegeta was proud of himself when he pushed his body— Even if it resulted in pain for him, even if Goku saw him straining a bit too hard and got concerned that his friend was just going to break something. It wasn’t the physical agony that kept him from being proud of this. The shame of the entire situation must have been beyond anything Goku had ever felt.

Vegeta could barely lift his feet off the ground to take proper steps. It horrified him. He could walk correctly when subjecting himself to a hundred times Earth’s normal gravity. His bladder felt REALLY heavy, but no way was it THAT heavy. Granted, the pressure in the gravity chamber was all external, the thing weighing him down so much wasn’t wedged inside his body, crammed there with hardly enough space. And, he’d never felt that one wrong move would cause the gravity chamber to blow up and kill him.

He actually DID feel like his bladder was going to blow up. That wasn’t even hyperbole, there was no exaggeration. That was seriously how it felt, and he could even point to personal experience and say he knew what he was talking about.

He literally HAD exploded once before, in an attempt to kill Buu. He’d self-destructed on purpose, and it had felt a LOT like this. An extreme build-up in heat and pressure that stretched out all of his muscles, each of them being yanked out farther and farther until they all suddenly snapped. This was the same sensation, just all concentrated into one area.

“I—I’m sorry I wasn’t around today,” Kakarot was saying. “I thought you were able to go last night, if I’d known—“

“Q—Quiet, Kakarot…” Vegeta grunted out.

Goku was perhaps overly happy that he’d said ‘Quiet’ instead of his usual ‘SHUT THE HELL UP, KAKAROT!’

Vegeta kept inching forwards, the stupid lights blinding him every once in a while. He hated them so much that, had his bladder NOT been preventing him from summoning his chi, he WOULD be blowing them all up. It was during one of the moments where the bright flashes made his vision go haywire that he actually managed to trip and fall.

“Gih— Dammit…” Vegeta muttered, sprawled on the ground. The impact, which should have felt like NOTHING, felt instead like a billion punches to his bladder. He was amazed that the pain inside him was STILL able to get worse. There should have been a point at which his body just couldn’t PROCESS it anymore. “Kakarot, don’t you dare lau—“

“Not gonna,” Kakarot said. “You okay?”

“O—Of course,” Vegeta insisted, wriggling. He felt dizzy, it took him a moment to remember which way was up. Kakarot had his hand out, nearly every part of him was screaming that he was not so pathetic as to need assistance standing, but one tiny piece wanted him to accept. He reached and clasped Kakarot’s hand tightly, unable to even control how hard he gripped. Had he been in a better frame of mind, the wince this prompted on Kakarot’s face would have made him feel proud of himself.

He just… Had to get back up… All he had to do was STAND— Standing was supposed to be easy— He wasn’t even hurt! He just felt so heavy, he felt weighed down, he felt filled with agony, he felt—

Wait—

Wha—

What the Hell?

He— He felt… warm, and kind of wet, and a sudden, slow decrease in his pain-level.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Giving up on trying to drag himself back onto his feet, Vegeta put ALL of his energy towards making this horrific reality come to a grinding stop. His hand released from Kakarot’s, dove between his legs and he squeezed. He was so panicked by what was happening to him— HOW THE HELL COULD THIS BE HAPPENING TO HIM?!— that he accidentally clutched himself a LOT more firmly than he’d intended to, only succeeding in hurting himself again, and NOT in stopping himself from… From…

His heart thudded so loudly that it nearly deafened him, new, intense emotions gripped him on all sides, none of them pleasant. Internally, his pelvic region was still in pain, the slow deflation of his bladder only PARTIALLY ebbing, and that was not enough to cover up the rest of the aches. His urethra was burning with a scorching fire, stinging more strongly with every passing second. Something within him felt like it had been broken. It did not resemble ANY of the other injuries he’d gotten. It wasn’t a ‘snapping’ sensation, more like it had crumbled and turned into dust. The feeling was right around his bladder, and he was convinced that he’d ACTUALLY managed to fill it so completely that it really HAD exploded.

His bladder blowing up was the only reasonable explanation as to how he could actually be… Doing… This…

The physical torment completely paled in comparison to the mental ones. The shame and humiliation was so severe that he felt like he was standing on the surface of the Sun. Yet, simultaneously, the frigid, rock-solid ice had moved out of his chest and had begun to encompass his entire body, making him shudder and fight for breath. When he realized he was struggling to breathe as he knelt pathetically on the ground, his body… voiding despite all his efforts to make it stop… Vegeta felt more powerless than he EVER had before. Not even comparing himself to Kakarot had ever managed to make him feel this broken and defeated, not even FRIEZA had ever caused him to—

No…

That wasn’t right.

This was the second time Vegeta had… Done this. The second time he’d… Gotten himself wet.

A memory popped into his brain, one that startled him with its clarity, as well as by how NEW it felt.

He’d been four. An age where MOST people would think “Well, yeah, of course you had an accident when you were that little…” But, Vegeta wasn’t most people. Even at four, it was disgraceful for him to lose control over his body. Even at four, a Saiyan— especially the prince— should have had complete mastery over it. Should have been able to FORCE it to do what he wanted, and FORBID it from disobeying him.

Back then, he was already being sent out on missions for Frieza. Of course he was. Saiyans were sent to fight practically from the moment they were born, and Vegeta was determined to show that he was JUST as good as the adults— Better, even. His father had protested against him being sent on THIS mission, though. Which, of course, only made Vegeta WANT to do it more.

And, Frieza couldn’t be argued with. If he wanted Vegeta to go, then Vegeta WOULD go.

“It’s just… A very long way to send him when he’s so young,” Vegeta’s father said. “If I’m not going with h—“

“Don’t be so sentimental,” Frieza said. “YOUR child is no more valuable to me than any of the other monkey brats. He will receive no special treatment.”

Vegeta hadn’t cared. Sure, normally the king or some other guardian would accompany him on trips, but he was SO strong now. He didn’t need to be looked after.

So, he set off on the mission with everyone else. Frieza was alongside them this time. Vegeta didn’t like Frieza very much, he was the only one that his proud father would bow down to. His father shouldn’t be taking orders from anyone. Vegeta told himself that, once they got to the new planet, he was going to show Frieza EXACTLY how powerful he was.

Vegeta would do something SO amazing that Frieza would see it and think ‘The prince is THIS strong at four? What am I going to do when he grows up? I had better stay on his good side.’ He’d make Frieza SO scared of him, that he would show him and his father the respect they deserved. His father would be proud of him, all the other Saiyans would be overjoyed to have such a great warrior as their future king.

The start of the trip went just fine, Vegeta lost himself in a fantasy of making Frieza run from him in terror. But, as he sat in his space pod, he noticed that it was taking way longer to arrive at this new planet than he’d thought it would. And he kind of needed to…

Vegeta HAD relieved himself before leaving like he always did. But, that had been a really long time ago now, and his bladder had had plenty of opportunity to fill back up. He wriggled a little bit from side to side. Their voyage would surely be at an end soon…

It wasn’t.

More time passed, Vegeta was fidgeting wildly, curling up on himself and trying to stop his eyes from watering. His tail was flicking in all directions, occasionally twisting up around his crossed legs. He’d looked all over the tiny space-pod, trying to see if there was ANYTHING he could use to take care of his need. He was SURE there must have been something! If the others went on long trips like this often, there had to be SOME way to manage things like this. But, he hadn’t found ANYTHING. He’d tried hitting some of the buttons, hopeful that something useful would appear, but all he managed to do was adjust the seat and make the pod change speed a few times.

He didn’t have anywhere to go, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could handle NOT going. He contorted further, he hadn’t ever had an accident before! Just… Just the couple times he’d wet the bed when he was a toddler, and THOSE didn’t count! How would he EVER show Frieza how tough he was if he couldn’t even hold it?

If… If there was no way to pee inside the pods, that meant they probably stopped on long trips. Yeah, Vegeta could ask for a stop. He blushed, a little embarrassed by the idea, but the alternative was so much worse!

He hit the button that he knew would allow him to speak to everyone else. “Uh—Um…” He flinched. He was used to his voice coming out loud, like father’s… He sounded so unsure of himself now.

“The communication devices are only for emergencies, ‘Prince’ Vegeta,” Frieza’s voice replied.

Vegeta crossed his legs tighter, this was definitely an emergency… “I—I know. Could we stop?”

“Stop?” Frieza repeated. “We have a schedule to keep, you know I prefer to get things done quickly. For what purpose would we need to stop?”

Vegeta winced again. Frieza was going to make him say it… His eyes started watering once more, face scorching pink.

“Vegeta, if you don’t respond, I’ll end communica—“

Vegeta panicked at the idea of his one chance being taken away. “I— I need to— I have to— I have to go…”

“Go where?”

“Mmmf… I wanna… I need to pee…” Vegeta said quietly, feeling horridly ashamed. His fantasy of frightening Frieza into submission became just that; a fantasy.

“Ah,” Frieza murmured. “Well, that’s not important enough for all of us to stop for. You may go when we arrive.”

“B—But, I— I— How much longer?” Vegeta hated how pitiful his voice sounded.

“Five minutes,” Frieza said.

That didn’t sound like too long. Vegeta could wait five more minutes.

Except, when he was SURE five minutes HAD passed, they still hadn’t arrived. Vegeta tried not to panic, time was probably just moving slowly for him because he was so uncomfortable. But, it kept dragging on and on. If it really had only been five minutes, then they were the longest five minutes of Vegeta’s life.

He continued to squirm, begging his body not to fail him. He’d never had to go this bad before. He thought about talking to Frieza again, trying to explain how much he needed a stop, but the idea of begging Frieza for something made him go still for a moment, disappointed in himself for even considering it.

“N—No, you can hold it…” Vegeta mumbled. “You can wait…”

Minutes kept ticking, and Vegeta slammed his hand on the communication button without even thinking about it.

Frieza sighed, “Vegeta… I am rather tired right now, I don’t need you pestering me.”

“How much longer?” Vegeta managed. He was so ashamed, astonished that his need was driving him to such awful lengths.

“Five minutes,” Frieza told him.

“But, you said that ages ag—“

“Goodbye, Vegeta.”

Now alone in silence once more, Vegeta focused EVERYTHING he had on holding it. It was so hard, though! It hurt! It was making him feel all dizzy, and kind of sick. When he felt himself pee a little he, again, couldn’t stop his hand from slamming the button.

“Vegeta,” Frieza’s voice was dangerous, and Vegeta shuddered. “I am trying to rest up before our mission. If you do not stop bothering me, there WILL be consequences.”

Vegeta trembled, now unsure what to say. “I— I don’t think I can wait anymore…”

“Hmmm, you CAN’T?” Frieza asked. “Poor, tiny monkey. Perhaps if you BEG me, I will consider stopping for you.”

Vegeta’s lip trembled. He didn’t beg. He did NOT beg. He was royalty, others were supposed to kneel before HIM, beg HIM for things. He really DID think he was going to have an accident soon, though… “Pl—Please, Emperor Frieza? Please? It really hurts, I… Can’t…” More things were beginning to hurt besides just his bladder. Something very deep and vital was causing him pain.

“Beg more.”

“Please!” Vegeta cried out. “Please! Please, please, please! Emperor Frieza, I will do whatever you want! Just— Please let me go?”

“… Nope, not good enough,” Frieza said.

“Ple—“

“Goodbye, Vegeta. Let me rest. If you bother me one more time, I may just have to tell your father that I no longer have a use for your planet…”

Vegeta’s whole body trembled as the communication ceased. He fought against his need with as much fervor as he’d fought against anything else, but he could only fend it off for so long. To his horror, he felt warmth seeping into his clothes and soaking the seat beneath him.

He’d lost.

When they finally arrived on the planet— which took FAR longer than five minutes— The wet spots on Vegeta’s clothing had gone completely cold. The seat in the space pod was stained, and so were Vegeta’s pants, marred with dark patches that made what had happened so obvious…

Of course, the pod didn’t contain anything for him to change into, either.

He didn’t want to get out.

He heard others shuffling around for a bit, then Frieza’s voice. “Where’s the little— Oh, the monkey brat probably can’t even open the door…” Vegeta listened as Frieza’s steps grew closer to him. He tensed up, trying to cover the damp patches. “Vegeta, weren’t you BEGGING me to stop earlier? I would have thought you’d be the first one out…” He hit something on the top of Vegeta’s pod and the door started to open. “Honestly, Vegeta. You are—“ He stopped, sniffed, and looked down at where Vegeta’s hands were.

“Hmm, perhaps your father was right… You aren’t ready for such an arduous mission if you’re unable to control your body…” Frieza murmured. Louder, he said; “Come out, Vegeta.”

Vegeta squeezed his eyes closed and shook his head.

“Come. Out. Vegeta…” Frieza hissed.

Defeated, Vegeta obeyed, crawling out of the pod. He stood before the tyrant, hands still trying to shield the evidence of his accident. This planet must have been REALLY close to a star… Vegeta had never felt so warm before, he was sweating and turning red…

“Move your hands.”

More head shaking.

“Vegeta, if you don’t do as I say—“

Vegeta followed the command. He felt disgusting, pitiful, unworthy of calling himself a Saiyan.

“Everyone,” Frieza said, much louder now, attracting the attention of the other Saiyans. “Look at this… Supposedly THIS is the proudest warrior of your race; The best your planet has to offer. Yet, he is so pathetic that he has not even mastered basic bladder control. How disappointing for you all. THIS is why you need me— Even your future king exudes nothing but weakness.”

Vegeta stared down at the ground. His head refused to lift, eyes refused to meet the gazes of the other Saiyans. The corners of his eyes burned, the backs stung. He clamped them shut. He would not cry. He would NOT cr—

“Vegeta!” Frieza snapped. “Open your eyes and look at everyone.”

Vegeta forced himself to comply. Most of the Saiyans just had blank expressions, but some of them looked sympathetic. He did not WANT sympathy. He was too wretched to deserve such things… He’d disgraced himself and his entire planet. They all should have been scorning him.

He was pathetic, worthless, a disappointment, a powerless, little weakling…

When Frieza finally got finished espousing all the ways in which Vegeta was a failure, when he finally allowed all the Saiyans to go, Vegeta ran off like he was going to join. Then, he just found a bit of foliage and hid there, sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest. He hadn’t fought ANYTHING since he’d gotten to this planet, yet he didn’t think he’d ever been in more pain than this.

Hours later, he had to pee again. He was allowed to do that now. He was next to some trees, not stuck in a pod with nowhere to go… He forced himself to get up, moving for the first time since he’d arrived. He stood at the tree, cringing at how damp his clothes still felt. He told himself to pee, but instead Frieza’s words just looped around in his head. ‘Pathetic, disappointing, weak…’

He stomped his feet and pushed hard, eyes screwed closed. He did pee after a few seconds, but it was really difficult and by the end of it, he felt worse than before, not better.

Later, they all headed back to their own planet. Vegeta was so exhausted— He didn’t even know why, considering he’d spent the day HIDING rather than fighting. He fell asleep only a few minutes into the trip. By losing consciousness, he was able to last through the voyage without a second ‘issue’. But, when they arrived and he woke up… He really, REALLY had to go, even worse than he’d needed it the day before!

He thought he could go straight to his room, where a private toilet would be waiting for him. Instead, as soon as he climbed out of his pod, Frieza was there to stop him. “Of course,” he said. “I will be discussing what happened with your father.” He stared down at Vegeta, at his twisting legs and hopping feet. “I see… He just never bothered to toilet train you, did he? Look at yourself, is that any way for a ‘warrior’ to behave?”

Vegeta tried to go still, but it hurt so bad…

“Get out of my sight, and try to learn some self control.”

Vegeta was more than willing to obey THAT command, he hurried to his room as quickly as he could. He rushed past his father, not saying a word to him— what COULD he say? The mission had been a disaster because Vegeta was WEAK.

He got to his restroom and urgently readied himself to pee. Again, all he heard were reminders that he was a failure, and he had to STRAIN to make himself go! When it finally happened, he mentally scolded himself. ‘You shouldn’t have to do this so often! No one ELSE failed to wait through that trip! You should have been able to wait! You’re supposed to be BETTER than them, you’re supposed to be— You’re supposed to—‘ His brain trailed off in a litany of self-condemnation.

‘Pathetic, frail, puny, feeble…’

He finished and just stayed there for a second.

He would NEVER allow anyone to see him that way again.

But now, someone had… Kakarot had! Kakarot was standing right there behind him as he uncontrollably voided all over himself. Kakarot was getting to witness the greatest humiliation of Vegeta’s entire life.

He knew now what his recurring dream had really been, it had been a memory, but one he’d buried down as deep as he could. Frieza’s taunting, Frieza’s SPEECH about how pathetic he was, swirled around him. How… How the Hell had he managed to FORGET it?! It was so important, it was the MOMENT all of this Hell had truly begun. The catalyst for why he’d felt the need to train his bladder, for why he’d always been too ashamed to let anyone know he needed to pee, for EVERYTHING that had led to.

Yet, for years, he’d somehow failed to remember it. Instead, he’d just forever had it in his mind that peeing was a disgraceful action, and one that was always associated with failure. Those feelings had always been there, he’d just never been able to figure out where they’d COME from. But, WHY? That was such a big thing to forget, even if he would have TRIED to force it out of his brain.

Vegeta was still gushing, and he realized now that he could probably pull himself out and start spraying into the grass instead of continuing to soak his clothes. Not that it even mattered. He was drenched, his pants clinging to him, his crotch warm and heavy with buckets of uncontainable liquid. Just like in his childhood memory, his eyes were stinging. He forced them closed. No crying. He didn’t cry. He would never cry…

Why did Kakarot have to be here for this. If Vegeta HAD to burst and do this to himself, why couldn’t he at least have had the luxury of being alone? He shouldn’t have bothered waking Kakarot up, should have just kept pacing the forest alone until he either MANAGED to relieve himself correctly or did THIS in private.

Fuck, what was Kakarot going to say? Probably scold him for holding it for so long, for not getting him sooner— “You tried to hold it through a four day trip, what did you think would happen? You could have asked me LAST night when you realized there was a problem, but you had to be stubborn about it.”

Goku watched as Vegeta lost control, skin prickling more the longer it went on. He’d seen and heard Vegeta pee a TON before, but this had to be his longest stream ever… No wonder he’d actually…

Right. Vegeta was finally peeing, but in the last way he would ever want to. THIS was bad. Once this was finally over, there was zero chance that Vegeta was gonna be okay. Goku had had a couple accidents as an adult. He’d just waited too long, or hadn’t noticed that he needed to go until it was almost too late… He always brushed it off though. He’d wet himself, and feel embarrassed for a bit, but he’d get changed and forget about it shortly after. The one time he’d wet himself in front of someone else, he’d laughed it off. It wasn’t a pleasant situation, but not the end of the world, either.

Vegeta wasn’t going to be able to handle this that well. Goku could see his body quivering and shuddering, spasming hard. He wasn’t sure if that was from humiliation, or just a natural reaction to finally urinating for the first time in so long.

The hissing noise finally stopped, rather abruptly, and Vegeta stayed where he was. Goku didn’t move either. He knew that the choices he made in the next few minutes were going to be crucial. When he tried to get Vegeta OUT of situations where he couldn’t pee in order to get him some relief, he often pretended that he couldn’t TELL Vegeta had to go. Could he get away with pretending he hadn’t realized Vegeta wet himself?

He could… Pretend to slip and fall in the mud. Then he’d say “Oh, Chi-Chi’s gonna be REAL mad if I come back all muddy… Better go wash off in the lake! Since you had to go right there, you should get cleaned up too— At least you made it though, right?”

It was dark… He really COULD act like he thought Vegeta HAD moved his clothing out of the way in time. Vegeta might believe it!

No, he’d only believe that if Goku were human… Humans could barely see in the dark. Saiyans could see perfectly well, their vision only slightly diminished by the lack of light. He could easily see the shimmering wet spots on Vegeta’s clothes. No way would Vegeta think he didn’t notice them.

Maybe Goku should… Pee himself as well, so that Vegeta wouldn’t feel alone! “See, Vegeta? You can’t feel embarrassed in front of me now, we BOTH didn’t make it!”

He could already hear the response; “I don’t need your pity, Kakarot, you moron!”

Vegeta was still kneeling there, twitching. He looked… Fragile and hurt… Goku WANTED to help him, NEEDED to help him… Not knowing what to do was shaking him to his core.

‘Maybe I should let him punch me…’ Goku thought. ‘That always cheers him right up!’

“K—Kakarot…” Vegeta said quietly, shakily.

“Vegeta…?” Goku asked, unsure of what else to say. He didn’t dare ask his friend if he was alright, the answer was obvious.

“I—I’m pathetic…” Vegeta whispered into the night. “I’m… Weak, and—“

“Hey, no,” Goku interrupted. “You didn’t pee for two days, you’re exhausted.”

“I— Kakarot, I just— I actually—“

“Two days, Vegeta…” Goku repeated. “You know that your body has limits, mine does t—“

“I’m… Not supposed to… To lose to myself…”

Goku stepped closer to him, moving warily. Suddenly, Vegeta seemed like a scared, wounded animal. “You didn’t lose, you just… Found where one of your limits is. And, hey, this might actually be…” He paused, unsure if he should finish the thought.

“What?” Vegeta demanded.

“…Maybe this is kind of a good thing,” Goku said hesitantly.

“How the HELL can this possibly be a—“

“Because… You know, you were ‘able’ to do this… I mean, I’m sure you were feeling that awful thing in your back—“

“M—Maybe…”

“And, that happens because your… stuff is moving up instead of out, right? But, this time it eventually went in the right direction— Without you having to work and force it to. So, that has to mean you’re getting better, at least a little.”

Vegeta didn’t think his body just… shattering like that meant ANYTHING was getting better. Not to mention, how bad the coldness in his chest had gotten, how it had moved EVERYWHERE, how he’d suddenly re-lived an awful memory that he’d SOMEHOW managed to keep away for years.

“K—Kakarot have you ever… Forgotten something that SHOULD have been important? And then you suddenly recall it much later?”

“Ummm…” Kakarot tapped his chin. “Oh, yeah. I forget Chi-Chi’s birthday every year, and then I remember it when Gohan gives me some flowers and says ‘Tell her they’re from you.’”

“That’s not what I meant…”

“Oh. What DID you mean, then? Let’s go the lake, you can tell me about it on the way there.”

Vegeta recounted his childhood experience to Kakarot as best as he could. It was awful trying to voice it out loud, he was giving life to the source of all his shame…

“You know all that stuff Frieza said wasn’t true, right?” Kakarot asked. “You were FOUR…”

“Even at FOUR a Saiyan warrior is supposed to have full mastery over his—“

“I’m pretty sure I wet myself TONS of times when I was four… Grandpa always just said ‘Whoops, let’s get you washed off.’ And that was it.”

What a silly, coddling thing to say… No wonder Kakarot was so soft. No wonder Kakarot… Never had trouble relieving himself… “I’m not you. I was the prince, I was supposed to be the best example of a Saiyan, and—“

“And you were four,” Kakarot repeated. “How long did you hold it for?”

“I have no idea, there wasn’t a clock. Frieza kept saying ‘five minutes’, but—“

“I don’t think Frieza could tell time,” Kakarot said. “Well, however long it was, it must have been more than ANY kid could take. You were little, that was bound to happen.”

They arrived at the lake. The waterfall actually sounded NICE to Vegeta’s ears now that he wasn’t…

Gah, he really wanted to get washed off. The sooner he’d cleaned himself up, the sooner he could pretend this hadn’t happened.

“I guess… Um… Just rinse off in the lake a bit for now, tomorrow I can take you home for a minute so you can get changed and everything…” Goku felt so out of his depth. He’d been there when Gohan had had accidents before. He’d even accidentally pushed Gohan too far once in the time chamber and CAUSED him to wet himself. Making Gohan feel better was so much easier!

There was only ONE thing that Goku knew usually cheered Vegeta up. But, would it even WORK this time? Would it be enough? How could Goku even DO it now? How could he possibly stroke the ego of a person who’d just wet themselves?

He only did it after waiting for two days…

“Wow, Vegeta, that was actually REALLY impressive,” Goku said. “You fought that SO hard until the very last second! And you managed it for two days! I can barely hold it for six hours!”

Vegeta had stepped into the lake, wishing he could go home NOW and have a proper bath. He looked up, “Kakarot, what the Hell are you talking about?”

“I’m just surprised,” Goku said. “I’ve never seen anyone wait that long before, I bet you have the strongest bladder ever!”

“Whatever you’re trying to do, it isn’t working. I’m not proud of this,” Vegeta said. “It’s… Weak. An inability. It’s not something that makes me—“

“Okay, but… Think about it this way; If you— WHEN you defeat this problem, your bladder’s still gonna be super strong. It’ll be exactly as strong, but it will do what you want. Then, you’ll have the biggest bladder in the universe and it also won’t hurt you all the time. THAT would be good, right?”

“I guess…” Vegeta said. That wasn’t ever going to HAPPEN, though. The shame was imprinted into him, he would never defeat his problem for good, only find ways to fight it in an endless battle. He paused, “Six hours…?”

“Huh?”

“You said you can barely wait for six hours,” Vegeta reminded. “That’s all?”

Goku shrugged. Up until he’d discovered his friend’s issue, he’d actually thought six hours was a pretty long time… “Er, yeah… Um… How often do you usually go?”

“That is a very personal question, Kakarot,” Vegeta grumbled. He finally decided he was as clean as he was gonna get and trudged from the lake.

“I know, I just… Are you hurting yourself, Vegeta?” Goku asked. “I get it, you don’t like it when someone worries about you, but… When you go, it’s always… a lot. And, I see you fidgeting around a whole bunch before you actually come and get me…”

“Once or twice a day is normal,” Vegeta said reluctantly.

“You mean, sometimes, you go 24 hours between—“

“That has been happening less frequently lately, but yes.”

Ouch… At least Goku kinda understood where those ‘feelings’ Vegeta had were coming from now. Of course being called worthless, pathetic and weak after having an accident would hurt someone really badly— Especially Vegeta!

Weird that he’d sort of forgotten about the whole thing, though. Goku was sure he must have TRIED to do that, but then why did the feelings stay once he’d made himself forget?

None of that made the slightest bit of sense of Goku. How could an important memory get buried, but leave all the feelings behind anyway? Sounded like something really strange had happened in Vegeta’s head.

Maybe he’d hit it really hard, like Goku had when he was a baby.

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Somehow, Vegeta was able to fall asleep after all of that. The whole time he and Kakarot had been walking back, Kakarot was doing absolutely EVERYTHING to convince Vegeta that what he’d done hadn’t been that bad. “Wait, hang on— Whenever you almost die, you get stronger, don’t you? So maybe after what happened, your bladder’s gonna be even stronger now. That’s good, right?”

Nothing Kakarot said could make ANY of it better, though. And it got grating. Even so, Vegeta wasn’t sure how he would have PREFERRED Kakarot to react. His overly cheerful attitude about the whole thing was as irritating as could be. But, Vegeta certainly didn’t want Kakarot to make fun of him, or taunt him in the way Frieza had in his memory. He also didn’t think he could have handled walking in total silence, either.

The next morning, Vegeta learned that Kakarot’s hypothesis about his bladder getting LARGER following his disgrace must have been wrong. In fact, the opposite seemed to be true. The second his eyes cracked open, he registered that he was BURSTING. What the Hell?! In the past, no matter HOW long he’d waited, his bladder always behaved normally afterwards. It didn’t NEED time to recover and build back its strength.

He didn’t want to subject himself to any further torment so soon. Kakarot had promised to take him home so he could… Clean himself off a little better, anyway. He could relieve himself without having to say anything about it.

Goku got up a few minutes later, seeing Vegeta sitting up uncomfortably, shoulders shuddering. He looked like he really had to go again. That shouldn’t have been a surprise— Everyone had to pee when they woke up, right? He just wasn’t used to seeing Vegeta get twitchy like that until a REALLY long time had passed since he’d last gone.

Vegeta no longer appeared wet, everything had dried off in the night. When Goku got closer, he realized he still sort of smelled like he’d had an accident… Vegeta probably didn’t want the specifics of ‘last night’ to ever be mentioned again, so Goku tried to avoid them. “Still wanna go home for a bit?”

“Immediately.”

“Okay,” Goku held Vegeta’s shoulder and concentrated. He picked up on Bulma easily, and knew Vegeta wouldn’t want to see her until after he’d bathed, any lingering scent of his accident gotten rid of. He decided to search for Bulma’s father instead and, locating him, transported the both of them to his side.

“You’re trying to give an old man a heart-attack?” Dr. Brief asked.

“Nope,” Goku said. “Vegeta… Wants…” He paused, he really should have thought of an excuse BEFORE coming here. He noticed Vegeta was staying oddly close to his side, almost trying to shield himself, face flaming, hands clenching and unclenching into fists. “He got uncomfortable not being able to take a bath. I mean, I don’t get it, but—“

“Figured he would,” Dr. Brief said. “He never takes those gloves off—“

“They are to protect my fists when I pound them against your skull!” Vegeta muttered.

Goku looked at Vegeta confusedly, he hadn’t expected him to get defensive over THAT. Though, he too had often wondered why Vegeta had those gloves on constantly. It made sense when he was fighting, Goku had accidentally burned his palms with his own chi blasts before, the gloves probably stopped that from happening as much. Vegeta seldom EVER removed them. “Let’s g—“

“I— I don’t need you to WALK me,” Vegeta snapped. “I am perfectly capable of doing that myself!” Most importantly, he just didn’t want Kakarot on the other side of the door since his bladder was still nudging at him, shouting that he really DID have to go again already.

He went to his bedroom, relieved to see Bulma wasn’t in it. He… Didn’t think he could face her right now. Somehow, she’d take one look at him and just… Know. He needed to FORGET about last night, the weight of it was resting so heavily in his chest. It was like he was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that it had even HAPPENED. Even as it replayed itself in an endless, mortifying loop, he could barely grasp that he’d actually done that. It seemed so impossible, that he could ever be reduced to such a deplorable state.

Once in the restroom, Vegeta stood at the toilet. He was honestly a tad disturbed by how badly he needed to use it. It had not been enough time to warrant this level of discomfort. Perhaps he hadn’t actually ‘finished’ last night when he’d…

Dammit. He was thinking about it again. Why couldn’t his brain just bury that memory for a while? Like it had done with his FIRST… His first awful, disgraceful, pathetic little incident.

He took a deep breath and tried to pee. It only took a moment for it to begin pouring, and—

FUCKFUCKFUCK! HOTHOTHOTHOTHOT! “Fff—!” Vegeta gritted his teeth against a shout of agony. He felt like he was pissing out a mixture of lava and needles, and— FUCK! His pain tolerance was something he was proud of, but there was one part of his body that was FAR more sensitive than the rest, and now he was spraying acid out of it!

He looked down at his stream, and noticed a pink tinge to his urine. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen that happen, it had also occurred after Namek. Except the major difference HERE was that Frieza hadn’t just punched him in the kidneys over and over for several minutes. He hadn’t been too shocked by the sight of blood in his urine after that. He was now. Nothing had happened to justify it.

Although he couldn’t understand why urination had suddenly become painful, or why there was blood, he tried not to get overly concerned. He trusted whatever this was to heal quickly, it usually didn’t take him too long to recover from injuries If it persisted, he was sure a senzu bean would fix it, though he hoped it didn’t come to that. He didn’t want to have to ask for one when he didn’t have a single visible mark on him.

He finished peeing, his opening still flaring with stinging pulses. He told himself that since the pink tinge to his urine was so light, that meant whatever was wrong with him wasn’t THAT bad. It was probably over now, anyway. He’d gotten it out of his system.

Vegeta finally took the hot bath he’d been needing, but the warm water ceased to be pleasant rather quickly. He was accustomed to having his bladder fill up slowly and gradually, only causing him any serious discomfort after he’d been restraining it for a while. He wasn’t in the bath for that long before he was feeling the urge to fidget around. There hadn’t been any of that build-up of pressure that he was used to. Just, one second he was fine, and the next his bladder was throbbing.

Ridiculous.

When he got out of the tub, he considered NOT using the toilet again. He’d JUST gone, his body was being a moron! His bladder had NO business whining to him for relief again so soon, especially after what it had done to him last night!

It was the memory of last night that prompted to Vegeta to go anyway. For whatever reason, his body was behaving in a deeply peculiar way, and he wasn’t about to let it humiliate him again.

The second time he peed hurt just as bad as the first, and the coloration wasn’t changing, either. “Hfff—Nnng…” Vegeta’s eyes widened and his teeth clenched. Was this his punishment for the crimes he’d committed under Frieza? Having to endure a sensation that felt like getting stabbed repeatedly all down the length of his dick? His toes twitched and he rocked on his heels, more uncomfortable now that he WAS peeing than he’d been when he was still holding it!

It would heal, he reminded himself. There was no need to get worked up about it. There was definitely no need to TELL anyone.

So, when he finally found Kakarot, whom commented that he looked really pale, Vegeta insisted that he was fine; Because he WAS fine, he just happened to feel a little weird was all.

“You wanna go back?” Kakarot asked. “I, uh… I promise I’ll bring you here whenever you need me t—“

“Just take me back,” Vegeta interrupted. The words ‘You need me’ were revolting to his ears.

When they reappeared outside, Gohan, Chi-Chi and the kids were all up. “Where’d you go, Dad?” Goten asked.

“We were running out of bait,” Goku said automatically. “You wanna be able to go fishing again today, right?”

“Yeah!” Goten nodded excitedly. “After you and Vegeta fight!”

“Heh, okay,” Goku said. “Let’s go somewhere with a bit more space, though.”

As they walked down the trail, Vegeta buzzed with eagerness. After he’d… After ‘last night’, he was dying to do something that would remind him of how powerful he actually was. Any task that would help to teach his body that it actually didn’t HAVE any limitations was very welcome now. It needed to learn its lesson; Vegeta was in charge of it, and it had to do whatever he said. No more misbehaving, no more humiliations, no more disobedience.

He felt a little strange, however. His abdomen was extraordinarily sore, in a way he only ever experienced after he’d ALREADY fought a tough battle. A deep ache weighed heavily inside him, and he was really warm. He’d been to planets before that were orbiting very close to a star, a lot closer than Earth was to its Sun, and he felt like he was back on one of those again. The unusual heat was making him dizzy, and he had the most powerful urge to just… Shut his eyes and lay down.

He wouldn’t do that, though. Forfeiting a match because he was a little tired was beyond the realm of things he could ever forgive himself for. He just hadn’t slept that well last night, of course he hadn’t. He’d fought while groggy before and been FINE. He’d be okay today, too.

If the air around him would cool down a few thousand degrees that would probably help, too. With some dismay, he observed everyone walking alongside him. Kakarot did not seem bothered by the intense heat for some reason. Neither did Gohan, the kids, or even Chi-Chi. Vegeta hadn’t even thought he was THAT sensitive to extreme heat, how could he be handling a Summer day worse than a mere HUMAN was?

Everyone else was walking like the heat surrounding them WASN’T enough to bring their blood to a boil. Meanwhile, Vegeta felt himself sweating buckets as he struggled to see straight. His throat was constricting, his ears ringing, his bladder—

Dammit.

He seriously had to go AGAIN?!

That was impossible, he decided. It couldn’t have even been thirty minutes since the last time! His urethra was STILL burning in the aftermath of that torture. He could NOT actually need it again so soon. And, even if he DID, there wasn’t much he could DO about that now. Not until after he’d defeated Kakarot and the two of them got to be alone for a few minutes.

He tried to ignore the confusingly intense pangs rippling through his aching midsection. The sudden headache adding itself to his myriad of complaints demanded more of his attention, anyway. That and the knots his stomach was beginning to tie itself into.

What the Hell WAS this?! It was as though, since his bladder had managed to betray him so totally, the REST of his body wanted to give it a try as well. Every bit of it pulling out all the stops to see JUST how uncomfortable it could make him feel. It enraged him, fury intensifying the effect the heat was already having on him.

They reached a pretty wide open area, where hopefully they wouldn’t do too much damage if they sparred a little. Goku turned to ask Vegeta if he was ready, but hesitated. Vegeta was REALLY pale, sweat visible on his brow, eyelids drooping. Goku assumed he’d slept pretty poorly last night and must have been tired now, but wasn’t sure if that could account for all of it.

Well… Now that Goku was thinking about it, considering how aggressive Vegeta’s ‘problem’ was for him, he must have been extra careful about how much he had to drink— Particularly during the last couple days. He was probably just really dehydrated.

There was a small lake near them… “I’m thirsty,” he said. “Let’s drink some first.”

Vegeta followed Kakarot over to the lake, not intending to have any water himself. His bladder was behaving so bizarrely that he was wary of giving his body ANY liquid. But, he was SO warm, his throat was convulsing and felt like it was made of sand-paper, and Kakarot was loudly sloshing water into his mouth and swallowing, and— And it would feel so good to—

Vegeta tore off his gloves, cringing at how slick and sweaty they felt, and knelt beside the lake. He dipped his hands into the water, his fingers immediately turning to ice at the contact, but he didn’t mind. The rest of him was still burning up.

’Only a few sips,’ he told himself. However, after a couple swallows, the desire for more was too much, and he was still scooping handfuls of water into his mouth long after Kakarot had stopped. The fervor with which he drank startled him, he’d been unaware of how truly dire his thirst had become until he’d started trying to satiate it.

When his tongue no longer felt dried out, Vegeta forced himself to stop. He was all too aware of how much he’d be regretting that soon. He could sort of feel the fluid sloshing in his stomach now.

Goku felt a bit of a need to reassure his friend, to tell him not to worry, promise him that he’d bring him somewhere private again the second that water wanted back out. Vegeta had made it VERY clear that Goku was NOT allowed to be the first one to bring up his problem, though.

Goku supposed Vegeta looked a LITTLE better now that he’d had some water. His eyes were less sunken in, anyway. He was still sweating, still looked sleepy. He knew neither of those things would keep Vegeta from battling so, confident that he’d perked him up enough to turn this into a FAIR fight, Goku asked if he was ready to start.

In the seconds since he’d finished loading up on water, the unbearable heat had begun to push against Vegeta again. His bladder was still buzzing with a disturbing amount of need, occasionally spasming at random intervals, making him clench his thighs a little. And his stomach felt… Off. Probably just a result of the dizziness that still hadn’t faded. That would all go away soon, he’d just been really thirsty… “Of course, Kakarot. And don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you just because your children are watching!”

But, Vegeta DID go easy on him, despite his best efforts NOT to. The way his surroundings kept twirling as he flew around made his reaction time LEAGUES slower than it typically was. Trying to watch and pay attention to the directions Kakarot moved in made his headache worsen, and the spinning intensify.

His urge to urinate had increased at an alarming rate, and he kept needing to push his legs together when he was hit by sudden throbbing pulses. Sweat kept getting in his eyes, blurring his vision further, and his throat had started to close in again. The worst pain was in his stomach, though. It had managed to contort itself into MORE knots, and was doing flips inside him now. All of that combined and Vegeta was more focused on just trying to remember which direction was DOWN than on actually hitting Kakarot with anything.

When Kakarot landed a punch to his gut, Vegeta doubled over on himself, hacking. He finally felt cold instead of blisteringly hot, but his body continued to coat itself in sweat anyway. He was so horridly dizzy, he desperately wanted to be on the ground, to feel something solid beneath him, to give him SOME indication of which way was up. His vision was fraying around the edges, the world going dark. He gagged again, putting a hand over his mouth.

He felt that same, awful out-of-control sensation from last night, but this time it seemed to be moving upwards, accompanied by a wicked twisting in his stomach. He had to get back on the ground, if he could just remember which way that was, if he could just SEE straight— He had to— He could not allow his body to betray him in front of Kakarot again!

“Wait. Vegeta…?” Kakarot was saying, but his voice sounded really far away.

Vegeta struggled to the ground. He’d intended to rush behind a bush first, but he’d run out of time. He lurched again and, going to his knees, he began to vomit into the grass.

Goku stared down, eyes widening. “Whoa— I didn’t think that I—“ He stopped himself. He’d been about to say that he hadn’t hit his friend THAT hard, but knew the anger such a statement would unleash. Besides, it no longer looked like Vegeta’s sudden bout of nausea was from getting punched in the stomach. He was ghostly white, wracked with shudders and, when Goku put a hand to Vegeta’s shoulder, he could feel that he was burning up.

If all of that hadn’t been proof enough that Vegeta was really sick, the way he did not immediately jerk away from Goku’s touch and start yelling at him certainly was.

“I— I must have cooked the fish wrong last night!” Goku said. “I’m sorry!” Though, he wasn’t sure if that was the case. No one else was sick, and HE felt fine…

Trunks approached them nervously, “Is Dad okay?”

“I think he’s just got some food poisoning,” Goku told him. “Vegeta, you okay now? I’m gonna take you home, unless you wanna stay here— Teleporting can make you dizzy, so I just wanna make s—“

“Home is fine, Kakarot…” Vegeta said.

He REALLY wasn’t feeling good, he hadn’t shouted at Goku for acting too concerned, he hadn’t demanded what he wanted…

Goku looked for Bulma’s chi, and hurriedly transported himself and Vegeta as soon as he’d locked onto it.

Bulma stepped back in surprise, but before she said anything to Goku, her attention immediately went to Vegeta. His sallow complexion made it very apparent that he was ill. And Vegeta didn’t handle sickness well.

When he’d first started living here, he’d caught diseases often. His immune system wasn’t used to him being in an Earth city, wasn’t accustomed to any of the viruses that existed there. He basically caught EVERYTHING, and there were a couple months where it would have been easier to count the days where he DIDN’T have a fever.

Naturally, every time he WAS unwell, he’d refuse to ADMIT that to himself or anyone else. He’d continue to train and push himself in spite of his body NEEDING rest. Twice, he’d made himself collapse because he’d insisted he could ‘work through the pain’ and continue his usual regimen, regardless of the terrible flu he was dealing with.

Since he always took such awful care of himself, he inevitably made whatever illness he had WORSE, sometimes doubling the amount of time he ended up needing to stay in bed. He’d complain loudly every time Bulma said “Your temperature is still too high, you are NOT working out until I can touch your forehead without getting burned.”

He did such a horrendous job of managing his own illnesses that Bulma had mostly stopped asking him about his gloves. Whatever reason he had to leave them on constantly, there needed to be SOME way to minimize the number of times he came down with something that should have left him bed-ridden, only for him to shout some nonsense about being ‘unstoppable’— Then passing out in his gravity chamber because he’d tried to train with a ridiculously high fever.

Clearly, he’d done something similar again.

“Bulma, Vegeta’s not feeling good,” Goku said. “He got really sick while we were fighting.”

When Vegeta did not immediately start to protest, yell that he was ‘fine’, claim that he’d been ‘winning up until then’, Bulma knew his illness must have been serious.

Vegeta was also… Squirming. His ankles bouncing as he tried to wipe sweat from his brow.

‘Wait, that’s right,’ Bulma thought. ‘Vegeta, you idiot, why would you even GO on that trip? No wonder you feel terrible, you’ve been holding it this entire time, haven’t you?’

“I figure it’s something he ate,” Goku said.

‘Doubt it,’ Bulma thought.

“K—Kakarot, do you have any senzu beans?” Vegeta managed to ask. He was ashamed, but also utterly exhausted. His body was just… Broken. He needed to get it put back together again.

“They can’t cure—“

“Give,” Vegeta demanded, dismayed by the lack of firmness in his tone.

“O—Okay…” Goku said. He handed a bean to Bulma. “I guess you can try giving him that later if he doesn’t get any better.”

“Alright,” Bulma said, though SHE was certain Vegeta would make quite the miraculous recovery after he had a few minutes of privacy.

Goku nodded, “Gohan and I’ll keep Trunks outta trouble,” he said. “Get well soon, Vegeta!”

If every last piece of his body didn’t feel like it was made of paper-mache and dust, Vegeta would have made damn sure Kakarot knew what he thought of that coddling tone.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Bulma said.

As soon as Goku had left, she turned to Vegeta and sighed. “Okay, I’m gonna go… Make soup for you. You just rest in bed. Will you be okay BY YOURSELF for a little bit?”

“F—Fine,” Vegeta managed, knees knocking together. Bulma had expected him to look a bit more relieved at her words, but he was still pale, shaking and tense.

‘Well, he’s been holding it for around three days now, so he’s probably forgotten what ‘relieved’ even feels like…’ Bulma thought. She left quickly, certain that Vegeta would suddenly be back to normal by the time she returned.

She felt silly making him soup when she didn’t think he was really sick, and instead simply needed the bathroom worse than she could imagine possible. Saiyans WERE just perpetually hungry, though. He’d definitely still eat it.

As she prepared the soup, she thought about Vegeta’s ‘problem’ and how idiotic it was of him to go off on a camping trip anyway. But then again, he’d spent YEARS out in space, surely he’d gone even LONGER without access to proper, private restroom facilities before. Obviously he’d managed that somehow. Considering what Vegeta DID in those days, she wouldn’t be THAT shocked if he’d ever decimated an entire planet just to get some privacy in which to relieve himself.

Meanwhile, Vegeta was in the restroom, struggling to go. This time, he was not at all concerned with someone overhearing. The door was locked, he WAS alone. He just… He KNEW that this was going to hurt again, and he was dreading it. He couldn’t even decide if the bloated feeling in his bladder was worse than how awful it suddenly felt to empty it. He REALLY hoped the senzu bean fixed whatever the Hell this was. He wished Bulma hadn’t left with it.

Finally, the walls of his abused bladder started to squeeze and boiling hot, liquid agony shot out of him. “Fff—Fuck…” He moaned. He suddenly wished he could urinate out of a DIFFERENT body part, one that wasn’t so delicate and sensitive to pain. He KNEW he could handle shooting burning stuff out of his hands…

He finished in under a minute, to his dismay. There hadn’t been much in him! Why had he felt like he was gonna burst anyway?

He left the restroom and collapsed onto the bed. He really WAS exhausted, and if everything could stop SPINNING for a second, that would be great!

It would be fixed soon. He’d eat the senzu bean, and whatever had gone wrong would repair itself.

He assumed that he HAD exploded his bladder last night. It was the only thing that made sense. It explained why he’d… voided without intending to. It explained why he was needing to go more frequently— Clearly, his bladder had some sort of tear in it. And it explained the blood and pain he got when he urinated.

The senzu bean would patch up the tear.

Bulma entered the bedroom a while later, expecting to see Vegeta up and alert, his face returned to its normal color.

Instead, he was in bed— She usually had to COAX him into laying down when he was sick.

So, then was he actually—

“Give me the senzu bean,” Vegeta ordered, voice lacking its usual bite.

Bulma retrieved it from her pocket. “Okay…” she said. “What exactly is wrong with y—“

Vegeta shoved the bean into his mouth and chewed. This was going to fix it. He was going to be fine, and no one would ever have to know that he’d apparently ripped his bladder in half. He swallowed, but didn’t feel any immediate change.

He’d probably feel the difference when he needed to go again later. For now, his bladder was thankfully empty.

Bulma set the bowl of soup on the nightstand beside him, then felt his forehead for a second, pulling her hand away. “I think you DO have a fever…” she said.

“It will go away,” Vegeta said. As soon as the bean took effect, all of it would go away.

“Yeah, just make sure you actually REST,” Bulma said. “No training until you’re better.”

Vegeta didn’t respond. All of this ‘concern’ and fussing over him… It was horrendous.

“What happened?” Bulma asked. “Goku said you ate something bad?”

Vegeta shrugged. He was NOT going to tell her. Even if he left out the part where he had… Where he’d disgraced himself. Even if he omitted ALL of that, listing his symptoms to her would be impossible. He just had to trust that the bean would work, and he wouldn’t NEED to say anything.

He ate the soup Bulma had brought. The inside of his mouth had been tinged with an atrocious flavor ever since his stomach had revolted against him earlier, he was desperate to cover it up.

Before he finished with the bowl, he was once again desperate for something else. Dammit! What the Hell was WRONG with him?! He’d peed half an hour ago! But, his bladder just kept SPASMING, hitting him with sudden waves of neediness. And this time he felt—

He felt the sharp pinching thing, the feeling that came RIGHT before he started to go. With as weird as his body was being… What if he sprang a leak right in front of Bulma?!

He shoved the bowl aside and shot to his feet, startling her. “What’s—“

“N—Need— I’ll— Uh— Bye!” Vegeta shakily made his way to the restroom, hurriedly locking the door. The senzu bean wasn’t working, it wasn’t doing anything against this!

As if to further prove that point, when Vegeta peed it hurt even WORSE than the last time! He felt like something very sharp was being shoved up his urethra, slowly twisting back and forth. “Gih—Haaah!” He exclaimed, wanting nothing more than an END to this! A moment later, when he realized how loudly he’d shouted, a pit of dread opened up inside his stomach.

Even if Bulma couldn’t hear him peeing from the bed, she could definitely hear him yell. When HE yelled, it could be heard halfway across the city.

It took him a few seconds to work up enough nerve to leave the restroom. When he did, he trudged silently to the bed and laid back down, face-first.

“Um… Vegeta…?” Bulma asked cautiously.

Nothing.

“Were you… Screaming?” It wasn’t as though that was an unusual sound to hear, she just didn’t understand what the reason for it was.

No response.

“Are you oka—“

“No!” Vegeta burst out, sitting up and facing her, furious. “I’m NOT okay, I—“ He caught himself, realized what he was doing. “I mean— I’m fine.”

Bulma sighed. This was obviously going to be difficult. “Well, you’re clearly NOT. Where does it hurt?”

Vegeta refused to tell her where the pain was, refused to even point to it.

“Vegeta…” Bulma narrowed her eyes. “If you don’t say what’s wrong—“

“Nothing is wrong,” Vegeta insisted.

Another sigh. “Alright, how about this; I’ll get you some paper, do you think you can just write down what’s bothering you?”

‘Only if I get to incinerate the paper after,’ Vegeta thought, shaking his head.

“Okay…” Bulma groaned. “You’re gonna make me guess, huh?”

More head shaking.

“Are you upset that you couldn’t finish fighting with Goku?”

He sort of was, but the disappointment paled in comparison to everything else.

“Are you embarrassed that you got sick in front of him?”

Vegeta shrugged.

Bulma took that as a ‘yes’. “When you yelled you were… Is this at all related to your… Um… What exactly do you want me to call this ‘thing’ of yours?”

“It does not deserve a name,” Vegeta said.

At least he’d spoken. “Alright, but everything that’s bothering you now… Is it related?”

“I— Yes…” Vegeta admitted. “I think it is. I didn’t feel sick until… After I… Nothing…”

“Alright, just gonna make this very clear; I am NOT going to tell anyone. I know, I made fun of you about it at first, but even THEN I never told anyone. Of course I won’t do it now.”

Vegeta’s frown deepened. He really WAS going to have to explain. Some of it, anyway. Last night would forever remain a secret between him and Kakarot. “I started to feel unwell after I… Was not able to… take care of certain things until the second night of the trip. This morning I began to… Experience pain when I… Um…”

“It hurts to ‘go’?” Bulma guessed.

“Yes, that,” Vegeta said. “A—And, there is blood…”

“And you’re… needing it more often,” Bulma observed. “And the fever… Sounds like you have an infection.” This was one of the things she’d been afraid of. This, and his bladder just rupturing. Honestly, she was kind of surprised it had taken so long. “Has this ever happened to you before?” She asked, not sure if he’d even grant her a truthful answer.

“No,” Vegeta said immediately. He didn’t think the time Frieza had made him piss blood counted.

“Well… Alright, the good news is you can take some medicine and it will clear up,” Bulma told him. “The bad news is… You can’t… ‘push yourself’ like you usually do.”

“I am going back to my training the second my fever breaks.”

“… Not what I meant,” Bulma said. “I meant… Vegeta, you held it for two days.”

“You think I had any DESIRE to do that?!”

“No, of course you didn’t. But, until your infection goes away, if you hold it you WILL make it worse.”

Vegeta crossed his arms. “Woman, don’t you DARE monitor how often I relieve myself.”

Bulma had actually been intending to do exactly that. She’d pictured herself watching to see when Vegeta looked uncomfortable, and telling him to piss if he didn’t get up and do it himself. But, thinking that over, if the goal was to get him to relieve himself more often, then she’d only achieve the opposite. Clearly, his ‘problem’ was the product of shame, anything that heightened that emotion within him would clamp his bladder closed.

The only way to help was to leave Vegeta on his own to handle it. This was so deeply personal for him that over-involvement would only make it worse.

Could she TRUST Vegeta to actually take care of himself, though?

Given his track-record…

They were probably going to need a LOT of medicine.

***

The medicine was helping. Vegeta no longer noticed any blood when he peed, at least. It still burned like Hell, though. And his bladder continued with those sudden, no-warning spasms that made him feel so desperate.

The biggest problem was that, with each does of medicine, Vegeta ALSO had to drink a full glass of water. He was drinking more copiously than he ever had before— Which probably meant that he was properly hydrated for once.

But, to be drinking SO much, while his bladder refused to hold more than a tiny cup of liquid before it started to berate him, made the whole affair DEEPLY annoying. He didn’t try to hold it. Bulma was leaving him alone in their room, so no one was present to watch as he made frequent, occasionally panicked, trips to the restroom over and over again. It still embarrassed him quite a bit, and the loathing he felt towards his bladder deepened.

He managed to doze off a few times, and each time he slept, he was subjected to the stupid Frieza dream again— Now, it came to him in full clarity, every word, every bodily sensation, every emotion, he felt it all with a startling intensity. He was always woken from the torment by another jab from his bladder, which could only be satiated by enduring the burning agonies that now accompanied emptying it.

Night came, and Bulma returned to the bedroom. Part of her was glad to see that he was actually resting like he was supposed to, the other half was dismayed that VEGETA was doing something that he was SUPPOSED to do. How awful must he have been feeling!?

“Doing any bett—“

“Sleep now,” Vegeta interrupted. He had no desire to return to the world of his dreams, but he had even LESS desire to discuss how he was ‘feeling’ with Bulma. The sooner this infection went away, the sooner Vegeta could pretend that NONE of this had ever happened.

He hadn’t gotten too desperate to fly home. He hadn’t tried to pee in a lake. He hadn’t gone so crazy with need that he’d basically BEGGED Kakarot to wake up and assist him. He’d never soaked himself in front of Kakarot. And, he DEFINITELY hadn’t made himself sick in the process of all that.

None of that had ever happened, and it never WOULD happen. He SHOULD have just used the dragon balls. Yelling at a magic dragon to rid him of his ‘difficulty’ was better than shooting blazing acid out of his dick while his woman and his rival both fussed over him.

He was about to fall asleep when his bladder lurched again and he stumbled to his feet in alarm. Shakily, he looked back at Bulma, hoping she hadn’t seen him move in such a frantic way. Her eyes were shut. Good.

He went to the restroom again, he aimed and reminded himself once more that Bulma couldn’t hear a THING from the bed. His pee trickled out and, ohhh, the burning had gone from an intense roar of agony to just a dull hum. It was clearing up, it was going away. This would be over soon. He could move on soon.

He headed back to bed and, unfortunately, back to the Frieza dream as well. This time around, there was a change; Vegeta wasn’t a child in his dream, like he had been in reality. He was himself as he was now, standing beside Frieza as the tyrant babbled on and on about what a disgrace he was. “Can’t even keep yourself dry…”

When he realized that he was in his ADULT body, that he must have had access to all of his abilities, Vegeta thought that meant he could DESTROY Frieza now. He was leagues stronger than he’d been when he was a kid. He was even stronger than he’d been when confronting Frieza on Namek. He really COULD win this time, put an end to the mocking tirade once and for all.

Only… When he tried to summon his chi… It wouldn’t work. He couldn’t feel ANYTHING building inside him, no energy, no heat, none of what he USUALLY felt. Instead, he was just… Empty. He was powerless, in both the literal and figurative sense of the word. He couldn’t access a single one of his abilities, he could do nothing to shut Frieza up.

And then the panic took hold. He was aware, in some corner of his mind, that this wasn’t real and HAD to be a dream. Frieza was DEAD, and he’d never had an accident in front of him as an adult. He knew he was asleep, and that when he woke up, he’d be in control again, he’d be strong again. But, his dream aggressively held onto him, refused to let him leave its confines, refused to allow him to open his eyes and find himself in his bed, with everything as it SHOULD have been.

And he felt a bit of stinging, the sensation that always came before he started to—

He woke, realized he was clutching himself tightly, bladder screaming like it had been doing all day. He started to get up and— Warmth. Just a tiny bit, maybe only a handful of drops, but he’d still SPILLED. No, no, no— He couldn’t risk— Not again—

Some of the water glasses he’d had to drain were still on the nightstand. Under normal circumstances, if he started to desperately… ‘use’ such a small container, he’d overflow it for sure. These weren’t normal circumstances, however. His bladder was REFUSING to hold much of anything. If he—

No! That was depraved and utterly revolting! He was not SO needy that he’d relieve himself into a glass when a toilet was RIGHT there. He could never be so desperate that he couldn’t WALK, sick or not!

He tried to get up again, and felt another spurt leak out. FUCK. Th—The glass was better than… Than THAT. Anything was better than that! Once he’d… Finished with it, he’d carry it outside or something so he could VAPORIZE it without waking anyone up! No one would know!

He grabbed the cup and pulled himself out, aiming into it. He did not start to go. So much of him was SHRIEKING that he shouldn’t even be CONSIDERING this. This was so beneath him, he was supposed to be able to wait— He was supposed to be able to WALK for a few seconds and relieve himself PROPERLY. He wasn’t supposed to… To wet himself, or get so desperate that he broke his body, or—

“V—Vegeta…?”

SHIT.

He turned slightly, trying to shield what he was… trying to do. Bulma was awake, rubbing her eyes. “Are you getting sick again?” She asked.

“N—No, go back to sleep!”

“What are you—“ Bulma sat up more, and she felt fully awake when she caught sight of the cup and its position. “… Oh.”

Vegeta tried to cover himself up, “What are you looking at? Go back to bed!”

Bulma was at a loss for words. It was obvious what Vegeta was attempting to do, she just never would have expected him to do anything like it. She knew that the infection must have been responsible, but it was still shocking.

“I’ll… Leave,” Bulma said simply, standing up.

Vegeta started to twitch more violently. “Y—You will not breathe one word of this to anyo—“

“I won’t!” Bulma said. “I promise, alright? I don’t want you to stress yourself out over that anymore!” 

All of the assurances in the world wouldn’t have helped. She’d seen him at such a low, disgraceful point. The only thing that would have been worse would be if SHE’D been present for his… For ‘last night’.

The second she’d left the bedroom, his bladder gave out and drained into the cup. The burning was still fading away, it was improving, he was going back to normal… The water-level in the cup started to get dangerously high and he ended up needing a second one before he was finished. Gah, disgusting…

He took them into the restroom since he was finally able to stand up without disgracing himself. He scrubbed them in the sink, promising himself that he’d blow them up in the morning. They’d seen too much and deserved to die.

When Bulma came back in, he deliberately faced away from her. “Vegeta…” she said gently. “It’s not that big of a—“

“Silence…” he muttered.

“It’s really not… I mean, it’s not like I haven’t ever SEEN it,” Bulma said. “I seem to remember you being HAPPY to show it off to me before.”

“Th—That’s not the concern, and you know it!” If Vegeta’s ‘problem’ was all about not wanting anyone to peek at his dick, then there wouldn’t even BE a problem— Anyone who saw it would be amazed— ANYONE. It would be an HONOR to gaze upo—

“So, the anxiety doesn’t have anything to do with someone seeing your—“

“It’s NOT anxiety, and NO it doesn’t,” Vegeta snapped. “If that WERE the issue, the problem would vanish any time I’m behind a locked door.”

“… What exactly are you… ‘Having feelings’ about?”

‘Worthless, frail, puny, weak, disgraceful little monkey brat…’

“I… Don’t know,” Vegeta said.

“I’m sure you do.”

“I don’t,” Vegeta insisted.

“I PROMISE no one else will find out…”

“I— I didn’t know,” Vegeta said now. “I forgot for a while, just… Knew that if I… If I… relieved myself, then I’d be weak, and—“

“So, it IS an ego thi—“

“No!” Vegeta interrupted. “It’s… I…” He knew he should feel no shame in admitting that he’d had an accident as a four year old, but he did. He felt even more shame that the event had effected him so profoundly when it didn’t have any right to. “I—It…. Part of it… I— I think Frieza kind of made it start.”

“Did he try to train you not to go, or something?”

“N—Not exactly,” Vegeta said. “I… I was four, and we were… Going somewhere, another planet, a—and… Frieza wouldn’t let us stop, h—he made me…” Vegeta’s voice broke, and it shocked him he was even CAPABLE of speaking so quietly. “He made me… Beg, and still wouldn’t… And I just— I—“

Bulma cut him off, reacting in much the same way Kakarot had. “You were FOUR, Vegeta. If you… didn’t ‘make it’, that’s—“

“Wh—When we got there,” Vegeta continued. “Frieza… He made me stand in front of everybody, and he told them all how I was… Pathetic, a—and that I was the reason they needed to obey him, because their future king was…”

“Oh…” Bulma said. No wonder Vegeta associated peeing with failure, and when even the smallest amount of failure was intolerable to him…

It really WASN’T just an ego thing, it may have even been something beyond anxiety. Bulma had sort of been planning to find something that made Vegeta relax— Though, if such a thing existed, she’d never seen it and had no clue where to start looking— But, now that she knew WHERE his feelings were coming from, she knew the solution to them would be more complicated than she'd thought.

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Vegeta healed. He always did. His bladder was back to normal. Or at least, back to what ‘normal’ was for him. Which was to say that it remained a disobedient, traitorous thing that refused to comply with any of his wishes. But, it no longer spasmed suddenly and made him feel close to exploding when seconds before he’d had no urge. It no longer stung when he emptied it. His urine was back to the color it was SUPPOSED to be, no longer tinted pink.

And, he thought it actually was a little bit stronger. Apparently, Kakarot had been right about something. Just as Vegeta always came back from the brink of death as a better fighter, his bladder worked the same way.

This was not good.

HE was the one that needed to defeat the stupid thing, after all. And it had been overwhelming him BEFORE. He had to strain HARDER to get his muscles to cede and actually let him go, his bladder tightening up and fighting him with more fervor than ever.

Clearly, this HAD to be thanks to something similar to the Zenkai Boost. His bladder was tougher because he’d nearly killed it, that was why he was having more difficulty urinating.

Because the only OTHER explanation was that everything that had happened to him during and after that trip had made his asinine ‘feelings’ get worse, and THEY were responsible for his bladder somehow getting even MORE prone to ‘lock-ups’.

And that couldn’t have been it. Vegeta would not ALLOW that to be it.

When he tried to go, he was acutely aware that the coldness in his chest was at a lower temperature than ever, and starting to move up into his shoulders and down his arms. And he KNEW that the REAL reason he couldn’t pee was just because his bladder had toughened up after its near-death experience.

Basic Saiyan biology. That was just how it worked. All evidence to the contrary was shoved aside.

Thanks to the annoying Zenkai Boost— And that WAS all that it was!— Vegeta, infuriatingly, actually LOST some of the progress he’d made. That had NEVER happened to him before, once he’d mastered an ability, he could always do it from that day forward!

But, now he was struggling to pee if Bulma was in bed again! He told himself over and over again that she’d hear nothing, and it still wasn’t enough! The memory of her being there, doting on him as he recovered from his infection, kept pulling his muscles taut.

And it was completely normal for things like that to happen with a Zenkai Boost— Vegeta’s feelings were NOT involved in any way!

He left the restroom in frustration. He was gonna have to return to waiting for her to fall asleep before he could urinate. Gah, he wished he’d KNOWN that was going to happen, he would have had less to drink while he’d been training today. He’d just been CERTAIN he’d be able to relieve himself early in the evening, now he was gonna have to hold off for another couple hours, pretending nothing was wrong.

He sat down in bed beside Bulma and gradually eased his legs outward until they reached the angle they’d form if he DIDN’T want to use the restroom. He just WANTED to use it, he reminded himself. If he truly NEEDED to go, then his bladder would have emptied when he’d told it to.

Bulma tried not to frown. Since, of course, she actually COULD hear him peeing from bed, she knew that he hadn’t gone. She’d actually heard him huffing a bit from frustration in there instead. She held her tongue, if she said anything encouraging, then he’d know she could tell he hadn’t peed— And from there it would be easy for him to work out that she could, in fact, hear his stream hissing whenever she was in this room. His ability to let it flow in here was clearly contingent on him continuing to believe the lie that the bed was simply too far away from the bathroom door for her to notice anything.

It concerned her that it hadn’t worked this time. Ever since she’d convinced him that his stream was inaudible, he’d been doing so well. Every time he went in there, he’d be peeing after just a minute or so. This was the first time he’d failed to let it go.

Wanting to encourage him somehow, and reinforce the lie he was depending on, Bulma asked “Do you need any more medicine? It’s stopped… Burning, hasn’t it?”

Vegeta wished she hadn’t mentioned his illness. Now that it was over, he never wanted to hear about it again. “Y—Yes…” Internally, he was screaming at her to just go to sleep. He’d had WAY too much water. If he didn’t get some of it out soon…

He could already sort of feel a bit of pinching in his back.

Maybe he could try starting from the beginning again— Tell Bulma that he needed to go, then do it somewhere else further away from her.

No, not now. She thought he’d just went, she’d either figure out that he’d failed, or start… doting on him again, assuming his infection had reappeared. He HAD to hold it, and he couldn’t allow there to be ANY indication that he was doing so.

When he noticed his legs starting to move closer together, he shoved them back out then, hit with another spasm, he laid down on his side and tried to pretend he was just tired. Showing signs of exhaustion— particularly when he’d merely engaged in his USUAL regimen today— was disgraceful as well. Just, nowhere near as awful as letting on that he needed to urinate and couldn’t do it.

There were some moments where Vegeta really missed having a tail. He didn’t need to transform anymore, so he didn’t pine for the ability very much. It was the tail itself that he wanted back. It just BEING there could be helpful sometimes. Vegeta had an intense desire to move around, and if he still had a TAIL… The Earth woman would have no way of knowing that it was common for a Saiyan to thump or twitch the end of their tail when their bladder was aching.

Before he’d lost his tail, flicking it around a bit had always helped ease some of the tension. And it was a subtle enough action that it usually escaped notice. He’d tense himself up and WANT to start squirming, but if he moved his tail around instead he could ignore that urge a while longer, with no one being made aware of his problem.

Without a tail, Vegeta had to ignore all of his body’s demands to move around. Anything he did to calm his bladder would make his condition obvious to Bulma. He couldn’t cross his legs or bounce them, he couldn’t hold himself, he couldn’t stand up and pace, or double over. Humans did the same things when they had to urinate.

He knew the reason his tail never re-grew was just because transforming no longer served a purpose to him. He knew Bulma probably didn’t WANT his tail to come back, requiring her to make note of when the full moon appeared so she could forbid him from going outside at night. He did seriously miss it sometimes, though.

Another advantage the tail gave him in these sorts of moments; He could coil it around his legs. That was a BIT more obvious, but not as bad as actually CROSSING them. He had wrapped his tail around himself in front of others before, and Nappa— the idiot— HAD asked him about it. Vegeta just insisted he was trying to scratch an itch, and that had been it. Another way to hold it in and squirm without alerting everyone around him to the fact that he was full.

Without a tail, his options were so limited. He couldn’t soothe his bladder at ALL without Bulma noticing. He had to stay STILL, had to keep his legs splayed apart, had to stop all this TREMBLING that was only getting worse by the second. He was so tense, he couldn’t stop shaking, nor could he let any part of his body relax without prompting more angry yells from his tormented bladder.

Kakarot said he just looked COLD when he twitched like this, though. Vegeta told himself the shudders weren’t all that obvious. He could even complain to Bulma that she kept their room too cold, just to dislodge ANY thoughts that his skin was only buzzing because he really needed to—

To his immense relief, Bulma yawned tiredly. “It’s been a long day,” she said. “I think I’ll go to sleep early tonight. You don’t mind, do you?”

Vegeta definitely didn’t mind, and tried to stay as still as he could as he waited for her to snore. He was so done with this nonsense, now he was wondering if he ought to ask the dragon to just… Work some kind of magic on his biology so that he didn’t even NEED a bladder anymore. If the Namekians could all get by without one, then a Saiyan should be able to as well!

Once he was certain Bulma was asleep, he stood from the bed. Immediately, his bladder surged and a hand started to fly towards his crotch. He stopped himself from making contact but, remembering no one could see what he was doing, he gave in and squeezed, maintaining the hold as he walked back to the restroom.

Once he’d locked himself inside, he tried to get his clothing apart. Again, he longed for the return of his tail. This was ANOTHER thing it could be useful for. Out in space, when he was finally alone for a few minutes and decided it was time to relieve himself, the strangest thing tended to happen. When his body realized that he had solitude and privacy, he’d suddenly feel way closer to bursting than he had just seconds before. He could have been controlling himself perfectly well, barely moving, then he was by himself and unable to resist doubling over and sometimes even gripping himself.

It was difficult to deal with his clothes when both his hands wanted to stay between his legs, and that was where his tail came in. It wasn’t the most comfortable way to bend it, but he could hold his crotch with his tail while his hands managed everything else.

Without a tail, he kept going back and forth between squeezing himself and actually working to RESOLVE his situation. Clothes finally out of his way, he tried to start his stream His bladder cramped, twisted, and it was like it was knotting its own opening up, tying it shut. ‘Dammit, you’re alone, and you were just doing that idiotic dance. How can you need to flail around like that if you won’t even void when you’re trying to?!’ Vegeta thought. ‘Bulma’s not even awake. Just—‘

Flashes of the days he’d spent sick, and the horrible night that had started it, pinged through his mind. He’d actually pissed himself. He’d… Had an accident in front of Kakarot, and then he’d needed to lay in bed while someone took care of him. What could be more pathetic than that? He was so feeble and puny, a frail little—

All of those thoughts came to him in Frieza’s disgusting hiss, drowning out his own internal voice.

He thought of one more thing his tail might have been useful for. When a Saiyan’s tail was squeezed, it was very painful, and it resulted in a loss of body strength. Vegeta had MOSTLY overcome this weakness. By the end of his tail’s life, it didn’t completely immobilize him if someone pulled it, but he still tended to feel a bit dazed and less in control of himself.

Since he actually WANTED a few of his muscles to lose their strength, he wished he still had a ‘button’ he could press to make that happen. If he still had his tail, then maybe if he gripped it tightly enough, his bladder control would shatter and he’d finally get to let something out.

Even though he KNEW it wouldn’t work, and would only make him feel worse if anything, Vegeta put a hand to his lower stomach and pressed on it. He TRIED to do it gently, but pain erupted beneath the touch anyway. “Hnng—!”

***

Bulma hadn’t actually fallen asleep, she’d just done her best to PRETEND that she had so that Vegeta would stop hurting himself. She’d been so relieved when she heard him get up, but that relief had disappeared when minutes passed and he STILL hadn’t started peeing.

Bulma was sure he’d had even worse experiences with this before, but this was the worst bout she’d been PRESENT for and it made her nervous. Vegeta was completely alone, as far as he knew. There was no reason for him to still be locking up. This told her that it wasn’t even JUST the presence of other people that caused him trouble. There were OTHER things that could do it, and clearly those were harder to get out of his way than simply giving him a bit of extra privacy.

When she heard him growl like he was in pain, Bulma cautiously got out of bed. As she approached the door, she wasn’t sure what exactly she planned on doing. Asking him if he was okay would just make it worse, but the desire to comfort him somehow was still there. How could she comfort someone that was too proud to admit he ever NEEDED it?

Choosing to keep up with her ‘sleepy’ charade, she just reached for the doorknob and twisted it. Of course, it was locked. And she heard Vegeta inhale sharply.

Bulma faked a yawn, “Hm… Vegeta, you in th—“

“G—Go back to bed!”

“I will in a minute, I need to go after you’re done,” Bulma told him. She still had no idea what she was doing, this wasn’t going to help, he was just going to—

“Fine!” Vegeta snapped. “I’ll be out in a second!”

“Were you able to—“

“YES,” Vegeta insisted, throwing the door open. Bulma watched warily as it hit the wall. It was too dark to tell if he’d put a crack in it or not. “I was— Ev—Everything is FINE, and—“

“Vegeta, you’re squirming,” Bulma pointed out.

Vegeta was swaying from foot to foot, hands shaking and clenching as he tried SO hard not to grab himself again if only to ease the pressure for a second. “No, I’m not.”

“What’s bothering you?” Bulma asked. “You weren’t able to go, were you?”

“I thought you said you needed to piss, just— Just do that, and go back to sleep. I’m f—“

“Can we talk about th—“

“There is NOTHING to talk about!” Vegeta exclaimed. “It— It just… It is what it is, alright?”

Bulma sighed. “You were doing so well…”

That was the LAST thing Vegeta needed to hear. “I KNOW that!” He yelled. “I don’t need you to tell me! It got worse, I’m too weak to fix it, I’m a—“

“Vegeta, no,” Bulma said, grabbing his hands. “Is that what’s been on your mind? No wonder you’re having so much trouble again.”

Vegeta didn’t respond. He didn’t WANT to respond. He never wanted to talk about this AGAIN with ANYONE. Why couldn’t she just leave him be? His bladder wouldn’t drain now, so he’d just try it again LATER and, if it still didn’t work, he’d keep waiting and trying until it finally DID. He could handle it!

His back was starting to feel awfully caustic, and his lower abdominals were on fire, but he could DEAL with a bit of pain! Being in pain was way easier than talking about his stupid ‘feelings’!

“This whole thing— It’s ALL about what you’re thinking,” Bulma told him. “If you keep telling yourself you’re ‘weak’, you’re going to make it worse. Try it one more time, and this time, tell yourself that you’re strong.”

Vegeta shook his head, but entered the restroom again anyway. He tried to do as Bulma said, but the angrier thoughts, which came to him in Frieza’s voice, were way louder.

When KAKAROT told him he was strong, he was always able to—

Furious with himself, Vegeta pretended Kakarot was there, giving him those stupid encouragements. He was seriously depending on Kakarot— An imaginary Kakarot, sure, but still— It was freaking Kakarot!

It wasn’t even WORKING this time, anyway. He honestly thought he was going to need to physically HEAR—

“Bulma, are you still out there?”

“I— I am,” Bulma said. “I can go wait in the hall if you—“

“No… I…” Vegeta’s chest CLENCHED, icy tendrils dripping down all his ribs. “I want you to talk to me.”

“Talk to you?” Bulma repeated. “But, won’t that make it even wor—“

“I—It depends on what you say,” Vegeta said. “When Ka—“ He stopped himself, appalled that he’d nearly mentioned how Kakarot had been ‘assisting’ him. “I think I need to… Hear it.”

“Hear what?” Bulma asked. “That you’re strong, and that you can do this…?”

Vegeta squirmed where he stood, his bladder rolling, teeth clenching, face burning… “… Yes,” he admitted. “And if you EVER bring this up—“

“I know, I know,” Bulma sighed. “You’ll blow up the galaxy, or whatever.”

“… Could you—“

“Okay, um… You can do it, Vegeta?” Bulma said awkwardly. This felt utterly surreal, she never would have thought she’d need to do something like this. Since Vegeta had brought himself to REQUEST it of her, he must have genuinely needed it, but that didn’t make it any less weird. “You’re… So powerful.”

Vegeta felt a pinching, which was more than he’d been able to conjure so far. “K—Keep talking…” This was working. WHY was this working? How could he possibly NEED something that was so asinine and coddling?! Something HAD to work though, he’d burst if nothing worked!

“You’re… Um… Way stronger than your ‘problem’, it can’t defeat you, you’re too—“

She was interrupted by the sound of liquid beginning to patter against liquid. He was going. Finally. But she’d sort of been expecting an immediate tidal wave, considering how desperate he’d been, and how loud his streams USUALLY were. This dismal trickle… She really WOULDN’T be able to hear it if she was in bed.

After a couple seconds, the noise got louder and more forceful, more like what she was USED to hearing. Unsure, and not wanting to cause him to stop, she asked “You want me to keep talki—“

“No…” Vegeta said, a VERY strange quality to his voice that she didn’t think she’d EVER heard before. It was so calm and breathy, almost gentle… “That was…. That was satisfactory, you can stop.”

Bulma stayed by the door anyway, trying NOT to feel too perturbed by how copiously Vegeta was urinating. She knew she ought to have gotten used to it, but after seeing him get SO sick from holding too much in, she couldn’t help but worry about it. He could easily make himself ill again.

He’d told her repeatedly that Saiyans DID have larger bladders than humans, so that meant he wasn’t harming himself, and she had no reason to concern herself over his ‘private matters’. She couldn’t help it. Goku didn’t pee like that, and Goku was…

Well, the major issue Bulma kept running into was that, for as strong as Vegeta’s bladder may have been, and even if Saiyans just naturally had bigger ones, it still… It had to actually FIT inside of Vegeta’s body.

And Vegeta was kind of… Maybe not ‘small’, exactly, he had more than enough muscle. But, compared to the other Saiyans Bulma had seen? Vegeta was… Really short. Now that Bulma had begun to pay more attention to Vegeta’s bladder issue, she’d noticed on multiple occasions that he sometimes got a little swollen in the middle. His body really WAS struggling to fit all of that inside it, and it forced him to stretch out in order to CREATE more space.

Vegeta was feeling a confused mix of sensations. He was so utterly relieved that he was gritting his teeth against a satisfied moan, but the shame was even stronger than that. Why did he NEED to… Basically hear someone cheer him on before he could do this?! He knew that he FOUGHT better if he’d just heard someone else express confidence in him, or praise him in some way. There wasn’t anything embarrassing about being told ‘You’re so strong, Vegeta!’ seconds before he went to knock somebody out.

Hearing it before he peed— NEEDING to hear it before he even COULD pee— was a different story entirely. He knew he should just be grateful that SOMETHING worked to free him from the torment of desperation, he just couldn’t shake off how pathetic it felt to need HELP with such a private thing.

He tried not to focus on that, maybe if he directed all of his attention towards the PHYSICAL sensations, his idiotic emotions would back off and leave him be. That had worked before during battles, it could work now. It really did feel good to let go… Since he did this so infrequently, he was accustomed to always feeling the urge at least a little bit. Often, he still felt like he was desperate even as he was peeing, his bladder so full that it took a bit for him to get enough out to make a dent in the pressure.

The pain was slowly decreasing now, the sensation of his bladder deflating and shrinking back down was so… “Ahhh…” Startled, he clamped his mouth shut, blushing hard. Bulma had probably heard that…

She had, and it startled her almost as much as the amount of liquid Vegeta could hold. She knew that was a GOOD noise, and meant he was comfortable rather than still suffering. She just hadn’t ever heard him MAKE a sound like that before, so it was a little jarring.

His stream finally trickled off and ended. She heard the sink running, and then nothing for several seconds. Clearly, he was in no hurry to come back out.

“Vegeta, you okay?” Bulma wasn’t sure why she was asking. She knew that he wouldn’t tell her if he wasn’t.

“F—Fine…” Vegeta said, finally opening the door. His cheeks were painted red, and his eyes refused to meet hers. What she’d done for him just now felt weirdly intimate. It hadn’t felt… Sexual, thankfully. Just really close in a less-than-comfortable way.

It felt noticeably different with Bulma from how it did with Kakarot. Kakarot just seemed to lack the social awareness required to think anything was weird about it. Bulma KNEW it was strange, and had to just try to ignore that.

Vegeta was forced to acknowledge that he PREFERRED doing this with Kakarot. Kakarot’s failure to notice that the ‘encouragement’ was awkward somehow made it FEEL less awkward to Vegeta. Kakarot was so annoyingly comfortable with the whole thing, that it actually lifted a bit of the humiliation.

With Bulma, both of them felt a little embarrassed.

He hoped he wouldn’t have to ask Bulma for that again. And, seeing as he apparently needed to start the whole process of eradicating his problem over again, he went back to the beginning. He’d force himself to SAY something to Bulma related to him peeing, and hope that doing so wouldn’t lock his body up again. “I… Uh… I was… I was able to finish this time.”

Bulma hadn’t doubted that— She’d be seriously disturbed if the ocean he’d just released HADN’T been all of it— There must have been some reason he felt the need to tell her, though. “That’s good, Vegeta. Talking to you helped?”

“… Yes,” he admitted.

“Great. Now, what do you say?” Bulma prompted. She’d teach Vegeta how to say ‘thank you’ if it was the last thing she ever—

“One word to anyone and I’ll pick a few of your favorite things and blow them all up.”

Well. That was better than him threatening to blow up the entire galaxy, anyway.

It was too bad he was struggling so much again. He’d been doing well and, Bulma thought, building some kind of confidence about this. He needed to get that back somehow.

Ordinarily, if someone asked Bulma if she wanted to give Vegeta any sort of ego-boost, she’d tell them that she’d rather shave her head and chop off her legs. But, if that same person asked if she wanted to keep him from getting sick again…

What could she do to REALLY encourage him? Maybe if she could simply change how he THOUGHT about this whole topic, it would go a long way to helping him overcome it.

He associated urination with weakness and defeat, that much was obvious. If she could get him to associate it with victory instead…

She could think of only one surefire way to do that.

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“You know what might be fun, Goku?” Bulma asked. This was going to be challenging, she needed to propose this to Goku without explaining her motivation. If she let anything about Vegeta’s problem slip to Goku, the rage would be beyond anything she’d ever seen before, and his ability to trust her would never recover. “Don’t let him know I told you this, but Vegeta’s still not feeling very good. That food poisoning was awful. But, you know how he is… He’s convinced you’re gonna get so far ahead of him now that he’ll never catch up. So, I wanted to see if you’d be willing to compete with him in something OTHER than fighting.”

“I guess,” Goku said. “He’s still sick?”

“A little,” Bulma said. “He’s doing much better, but I’m still not gonna let him work himself up again just yet. That’s why I thought you two could do something that isn’t so strenuous for once. Like, maybe a water drinking contest.”

To her surprise, Goku didn’t immediately say that it ‘sounded fun’, or even just suggest that they drink something tastier than water. Instead his eyebrows furrowed. “Um… Really?”

For his part, Goku was pretty confused. Had Vegeta somehow managed to NEVER tell Bulma about his problem? Okay, sure, Vegeta refusing to share his feelings was to be expected, but… GOKU had eventually figured it out by himself, and he knew he wasn’t exactly the smartest guy around. Bulma was a genius, though! How could she not tell by now?

Whatever had happened to cause Bulma to ‘miss’ what was glaringly obvious to Goku, this contest was not a good idea. Bulma was right about one thing, Goku knew EXACTLY how Vegeta was, and how he would behave in almost any situation.

Vegeta wouldn’t hesitate to drink an absurd amount of water, as fast as he possibly could. He’d probably be AWARE of the fact that he was only sabotaging himself, but in his mind that wouldn’t even come CLOSE to mattering— Not when there was a possibility for him to defeat Goku. If Goku tried to only drink a little in order to encourage Vegeta to take it easy, he’d be shouted at to stop holding back, victory wouldn’t count unless Goku TRIED.

Then, after the contest— Very SHORTLY after the contest, since Vegeta had chugged so much so quickly— he’d be bursting at the seams and incapable of doing anything about it. The contest would have people there to watch it— Bulma would be there, at least. Goku could MAYBE get Vegeta away for a bit of privacy, but how discreetly he managed to DO that depended on who all was there.

“A water drinking contest,” Bulma repeated. “We see which one of you can drink the most the fastest, and then…” she paused. “Okay, before you say anything I know this is weird. There IS a reason I’m suggesting it, I promise. I just can’t tell you. But… After that, you and Vegeta are going to… See which one of you can ‘hold it’ the longest.”

Wow, that was… Goku didn’t have a problem with trying new things, and he’d be willing to try THIS, if it was with anyone else. Vegeta would just… He’d be thoroughly uncomfortable the entire time, and very little of that would have to do with just needing to pee. Vegeta had made it abundantly clear that a huge part of his problem was that he couldn’t tolerate anyone knowing that his bladder was full— That he even HAD a bladder at all.

If he was placed in a situation where everyone around him KNEW that he had to pee, where they were all anticipating it, where him needing to pee was the only thing ANYONE was focused on… Goku couldn’t think of a more cruel way to torture Vegeta.

And, through it all— Goku knew how Vegeta WAS— He’d be humiliated and feeling utterly terrible, but this was STILL a way for him to prove himself superior to Goku. If this contest was suggested to him, he wouldn’t be able decline, no matter how much he KNEW he should. Goku quitting early so that Vegeta DIDN’T actually get desperate would earn him rage rather than gratitude.

It was a bad idea.

And since Bulma apparently HADN’T ever figured out Vegeta’s problem, Goku now had to get her to drop this plan without explaining what was so bad about it. “I… I don’t know about that,” he said. “Er… Have you mentioned this to Vegeta yet?” He paused and thought, trying to stop himself from giving too much away. Vegeta would be FURIOUS at him if he told Bulma. Clearly if he’d kept it a secret for this long, he NEVER wanted her to know. “Because, I think he’d start shouting that it’s ‘childish’ and ‘beneath the pride of a mighty Saiyan warrior.’”

“He might,” Bulma agreed. “But, there IS a reason I want him to do this.”

Goku thought about that, struggling to come up with a single reason Bulma would WANT Vegeta to be put in that position. When he remembered some stuff Gohan had mentioned, it started to make a little sense, though. Gohan had a ‘problem’ too, it just wasn’t as bad as Vegeta’s was. He COULD pee wherever he wanted, but needed someone to give him permission first. He’d had lots of trouble at school for a while, until he told his friend Videl about it and she started telling him to pee during their breaks.

Except, sometimes Gohan came home still squirming and desperate, and he said that Videl hadn’t ever given him permission! Instead, she’d just spent the whole day teasing him, and telling him that he looked ‘cute’ when he crossed his legs and jumped around. Goku hadn’t understood that even the tiniest bit, but if he’d learned ANYTHING during his first adventure with Bulma, it was that girls were weird and confusing.

“Oh, okay,” Goku said. “I think I understand… You just wanna watch Vegeta and me fidget around for a while, right? Vegeta’s probably gonna get mad if you ask him, but I can do it on my own if you wa—“

“Wh—What are you—“ Bulma was blinking at him with a look of embarrassed horror. “Who even TAUGHT you about that, Goku?! There’s no way you thought of it on your own!”

“Gohan says Videl sometimes won’t let him pee ‘cause she likes how he looks when he—“

“That’s not why I want to do this!” Bulma interrupted. She would love it if she never saw Vegeta truly desperate again. Since, to Vegeta, ‘desperate’ meant he was holding multiple liters of piss and his bladder was basically about to tear him open.

The only part that was even ALMOST cute was how much he blushed, and—

“That’s not it,” Bulma repeated. “You’re right, he probably won’t like this, but I’m… I’m sort of trying to help him with something, and I think this will work.”

Goku shook his head. “I’m… Actually trying to help him with something too,” he said. “And… Uh… That’s… Kinda why I think this is a bad idea.”

Bulma paused. “Wait, Goku… Did Vegeta tell you about—“ She stopped herself. “Did Vegeta ever mention anything about… Uh, this?”

“He DID tell you?” Goku asked. “That’s great! It was getting really hard not to just say it.”

“He ACTUALLY told you,” Bulma repeated. “I only got him to mention it after yelling at him for a few minutes, how did YOU—“

“He didn’t ‘tell me’ exactly, I just kinda figured it out,” Goku said. 

“And you said you’ve been ‘helping’ him?!”

“Oh, yeah… Uh, don’t tell Vegeta I mentioned that part!” Goku’s panic rose for a second. “He’d be mad, and then he wouldn’t want me to help anymore, and he— He won’t admit it, but he really needs for me to keep—“

“I won’t tell him,” Bulma promised. “I’m just surprised.” Thinking it over though, she supposed she shouldn’t have been THAT shocked. Vegeta and Goku spent most of their time together, and she was sure Goku had trained himself to notice ANY sign of weakness his opponents showed. An urgently full bladder would be an easy one to spot. And, all that time together meant Vegeta DID trust Goku quite a bit.

Of course, if he was going to someone for help, who else would it be?

She was still certain that her idea was a good one and, with Goku aware of what the goal actually was, she was even MORE sure that it would be successful. “A—Anyway, that’s why I wanted you guys to do this. Vegeta needs to look at this in a different way, and… No offense to either of you, but this is the only thing I can imagine Vegeta easily beating you at.”

NOW, Goku thought it all made sense. Vegeta would FINALLY defeat him at something, and it would be a huge boost to his confidence. It might even help him get rid of his problem— Or, at least, make it a little less severe. Whenever he went to pee and started to think that it made him weak, he could instead think ‘My bladder’s five times the size of Kakarot’s! It’s the strongest one there is!’

Goku could give his friend that. If it made him feel better, Goku would agree to a contest that he was doomed to lose. That wasn’t to say he had any intention of giving up and not trying his best. He doubted the plan would even WORK if he did that! He knew Vegeta, and he knew Vegeta wouldn’t consider it a true victory unless it was close, and he’d had to work hard for it.

Goku started to dread the contest a little bit then. Every part of his body had been rigorously trained since he was a child. Every part of his body was amazingly strong, and got tougher every day. Every part, except for one.

Goku had never been all that great at holding it. That was sort of inevitable. He seriously just never really WAITED as a kid, if he had to pee, he’d DO it. He was outside pretty much constantly, he’d probably ‘used’ every tree in his living area at least once. When he was little, it was just… Fun to pee on things. Sometimes he’d draw shapes in the dirt with his stream.

He’d probably STILL be doing that if it didn’t cause Chi-Chi to yell at him.

But, after he met Bulma, he’d needed to be painstakingly trained OUT of the habit of just peeing wherever he felt like it. Many times, Bulma had shouted at him “At least go behind a bush first!” Goku had tried to remember, but sometimes the need would just hit him and he’d HAVE to do it right there! He hadn’t understood why Bulma had to get so angry about it.

Later, when Bulma taught him that sometimes he was going to have to WAIT, Goku had struggled immensely. “We’re in a town, Goku. You can’t just pee on the ground here. You’ll get in trouble. Wait until we find a toilet.”

A few times, he’d tried to sneak off and pee somewhere Bulma wouldn’t notice, because he just NEEDED to do it so badly… But, Bulma usually DID notice, and she’d scold him and order him to stop before he’d even gotten his pants out of the way.

Over time, he managed to get SLIGHTLY better at waiting, but he still hated the feeling. He only held it if he had literally NO choice— Usually because he knew someone ELSE would get angry at him for it.

Vegeta had held it for two days. Goku could NEVER do that, it was utterly impossible for him to even get close. But, he WOULD force himself to hold it to his very limit— He’d wait until he was practically having an accident— And Vegeta would get to experience a victory that would, Goku hoped, go a long way towards fixing his problem.

Vegeta HIMSELF had even thought about doing this for a few seconds before, maybe he wouldn’t be too opposed to trying it.

***

“Are you out of your mind?!” Vegeta demanded. “What has to have happened to you for you to think for ONE second that I would—“

Bulma thought it would be unwise to tell Vegeta the PURPOSE of the contest, it might not work if he KNEW that was what they were trying to do. “It will just be the three of us. Me, you and Goku—“

“Absolutely NOT,” Vegeta shouted. “I am NEVER going to—“

“Well, if you say so…” Bulma said, knowing she was about to get dangerously close to revealing the plan. “But, this is a REALLY good way for you to defeat Goku. I doubt HE can wait as long as you…”

“Of COURSE he can’t!” Vegeta yelled. “Kakarot could never— That isn’t why I’m refusing!”

“But, I guess if you won’t try, Goku wins by default, doesn’t he?”

“Th—That’s not how it works, woman! You and I BOTH know that Kakarot couldn’t—“

“I THINK you’d win,” Bulma said. “I believe in you, but I’m not sure. Shouldn’t we check?”

“I held it for TWO days a week ago,” Vegeta declared. “You honestly believe KAKAROT could do that?!”

Ah… That was interesting. Suddenly, when he mentioned how long he’d waited, he made the announcement with pride. It wasn’t shame that leaked from those words anymore, it was instead a boastful acknowledgment that he’d done something no one else could. His way of thinking was being shifted just at the IDEA of besting Goku, actually DOING it might be a miracle cure!

Bulma pushed further, “I don’t know, he IS pretty strong, isn’t he?”

“He’s not THAT strong!” Vegeta insisted. “Just you watch!”

***

A few days later as he stared at a collection of large water pitchers laid out on the kitchen table, Vegeta wished he could go back and stop himself from agreeing to this. He’d merely suffered a moment of temporary insanity, and he shouldn’t be held responsible for anything he’d said during it.

This was going to be humiliating.

Bulma watching as he… Held it. Her KNOWING that he was holding it, that he was full, that any twitches or shifts in his posture had been prompted by his bladder. Worse yet, she was going to be WATCHING for all of those little motions, anticipating them, expecting them.

There was only one solution; He would not allow himself to move at ALL. He wouldn’t even allow himself to tremble— The one thing he’d never been able to train his body out of. Today, he would do it. He would order himself to stay perfectly, absolutely still, and his body would comply. His bladder was going to learn to OBEY him if it was the last thing he ever did…

What he really wanted was for someone ELSE to be… Observing them. Someone whom didn’t KNOW that Vegeta had something WRONG with him. Someone whom Vegeta didn’t have… all of those ‘feelings’ for, that made him even less willing than USUAL to show any vulnerability. He would have preferred… Maybe the green one? Piccolo had never NEEDED to piss, he wouldn’t even have a frame of reference for if Vegeta was twitching ‘too soon’ or not!

And then, there was Kakarot… He was being his usual, annoyingly cheerful self about the whole thing. As if this were a normal competition to have, and it wasn’t even all that different from the things they USUALLY did together. Why had Kakarot agreed to do this, anyway?! He knew of the… Issue, he should have been able to figure out how uncomfortable this was!

Instead, Kakarot just kept talking about how he’d been ‘trying to train his bladder’ so that Vegeta could have some good competition. It was like he’d FORGOTTEN how much more complicated this was for him. But, unless Kakarot had hit his head again, that didn’t seem possible. So then WHY—

“Okay,” Bulma said. “You guys ready to start?”

Vegeta would never be ready for ANYTHING that involved embarrassing himself in front of her…

But, Kakarot answered for both of them; “Yep!”

“Great, first let’s see which of you can drink the fastest,” Bulma said.

Vegeta reluctant moved a hand towards one of the pitchers, hesitating. He NEVER drank this much, it was a bad idea. He could work through having a dry mouth, he could ignore it when his muscles cramped and just keep pushing past it, those things couldn’t stop him in the way a full bladder could.

Kakarot, of course, grabbed a jug and started to guzzle it without a care. Chugging it down quickly. REALLY quickly, like he was showing off! He wanted Bulma to think he was superior to Vegeta even when it came to drinking water! ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Vegeta reached for a pitcher and started to drink— MUCH faster than Kakarot could ever DREAM of! His eyes widened as the first few gulps went down his throat, it felt… It felt so good, erasing the ever-present, painfully scratching ache that he’d grown used to. It was the same feeling he’d had when Kakarot convinced him to drink out of the lake, something inside of him was snapping and becoming wholly focused on how much he wanted to quench his unyielding thirst.

Vegeta knew full well that he never drank enough. He knew he was supposed to have around four liters of water a day— Probably even MORE considering how active he was— But he never got close to that. His bladder was subtly throbbing basically every second of every day, more fluid would ensure that he was splitting at the seams nonstop. He could live with a constant, low pressure. He couldn’t endure a near-eternity of bright hot, brilliant desperation.

So, in addition to always kind of needing to pee, Vegeta was also perpetually thirsty. He was usually so disciplined about it too, he thought. He’d drink a little bit, then make himself stop no matter how much his body pleaded for more. It was rare that he lost control like this…

He definitely HAD lost control, though. He finished the first pitcher in under half a minute— WAY before Kakarot finished with his even though he’d gotten a head-start! He’d had so much water, all of it now coursing through him, headed to a place that had no viable exit.

He was still so thirsty…

And, like Hell would he let Kakarot catch up to him!

Vegeta reached for the second and drank that one as eagerly as he’d done the first. Why did his body need to get rid of water, anyway? If he never had to pee, he could drink as much as he wanted and not have to worry about it. Bladders were stupid, Saiyans should have evolved beyond them long ago.

He finished the second pitcher faster than he had the first one, moving onto the third. He finally slowed down after that one, somewhat stunned by how different he felt. His throat wasn’t scratchy at all, his tongue wasn’t heavy, and the perpetual, subtle headache that he’d long ago learned to just live with had gone away.

He was accustomed to always being at least partially dehydrated, it was surprising how different the alternative actually felt. If his body would just learn to actually cooperate with what came NEXT, he could get used to this.

Bulma watched as Vegeta drank. He could definitely do THAT faster than Goku could, and it was giving Bulma pause, forcing her to think back over some of Vegeta’s other habits that she’d never paid much attention to before. He tended to really shy away from beverages, she’d noticed him scrutinizing the amount of liquid left in his water bottles before. She now knew that was him trying to guess the exact amount of fluid he’d put into himself.

Other times, when he knew he’d be home for a while, he drank more like THIS, like he just couldn’t get enough.

Because, ordinarily, he WASN’T getting enough.

He was restricting his intake, and he was restricting it nearly all of the time, despite constantly engaging in activities that made him work up a sweat. It struck her then exactly how controlling this ‘problem’ of his actually was. It was constantly doing damage to his health.

If all went according to plan here, Bulma’s next step needed to be teaching Vegeta to drink a decent amount of water.

“Well,” Bulma said once all the bottles were empty. “Vegeta’s definitely the fastest drinker. I guess now we just have to wait.”

Great… Time for the humiliation to commence. Vegeta had zero need to relieve himself yet, just the annoying hum in his bladder that was almost ALWAYS there and easily faded into the background. It was so subtle that he barely even recognized it as an urge to do anything. His stomach felt abnormally bloated, though. He was really full even though he hadn’t eaten anything. He didn’t think he’d EVER had that much water all at once before.

Goku didn’t think HE’D ever drank that much before, either. His gut was aching a little, it felt heavy. He was nervous about how quickly all of that liquid would MOVE. If it all showed up in his bladder at once, this contest wouldn’t even last ten minutes… Goku wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to make it to a toilet before he lost in a far more embarrassing way.

Him losing that quickly just wasn’t an option though. No matter how genuinely desperate Goku was, if Vegeta wasn’t struggling at least a little… His friend wouldn’t accept it as a victory. He’d be convinced that Goku had LET him win. There needed to be some degree of struggle to this for it to have any kind of positive affect on his confidence.

Vegeta had just drank an abnormally large quantity of liquid too, so Goku doubted he’d manage to hold it in as long as he usually did. Still, with Vegeta’s normal limit apparently being around two full days, Goku knew to expect a LONG wait before Vegeta was at a point where it would be okay to stop.

So, Goku resolved to simply NOT think about peeing for as long as he could. He would hasten his own desperation if he focused too much on it. Instead, he thought about fighting, and how he and Vegeta hadn’t been able to finish their last match since his friend had gotten so sick. He hoped Vegeta would be well enough to battle again soon, whatever virus he’d caught must have been terrible.

Goku was glad to see that he WAS doing way better today. He wasn’t pale or sweaty anymore. Bulma must have given him good medicine. Goku hoped Vegeta hadn’t needed a shot— Those were so scary! He’d seen Vegeta get one of those before, and was amazed that his friend had managed not to scream. Vegeta was really brave like that, Goku wished he’d learn to be braver about his problem.

Vegeta tried to keep himself as still as possible. He still didn’t feel any urgent need to go, but he was so wary of Bulma’s watchful eyes. She’d think any motion from him was due to his bladder being full. Stillness did not come naturally to him— To ANY Saiyan, really. They were always filled with energy, always running or fighting. Even in their sleep, it wasn’t unusual for them to flail a bit— Something Bulma often whined about. (“You know, it’s not exactly PLEASANT to be woken up at three AM by a foot in my shoulder, Vegeta!”)

Vegeta’s legs often got this annoying, ticklish feeling just beneath the skin whenever he was still for too long. His body wanted him to move, and it usually wasn’t hard for him to find a way to do so with a PURPOSE. Sometimes, just running laps around Capsule Corp could burn off a little of the excess energy if he had nowhere else to exert it. He rarely allowed himself to deal with the tingling by bouncing his legs— He knew what that would LOOK like. It would REALLY look like that if he did it NOW.

He had to stay perfectly, completely still. His hands were gripping the table in front of him, and he REALLY wanted to start tapping his fingers against it. Would that make it look like he had to pee? Even though he DIDN’T need it hardly at all?

It probably would. He needed to be still. Very, very still. He didn’t even let himself scratch his neck when it began to itch.

Goku was starting to feel it already. To his relief, it hadn’t all slammed into him at once, but it WAS getting bad, fast. It was enough that he needed to adjust his position every couple minutes, pressure building at an alarming rate. He knew enough just from experience to realize that drinking a whole bunch all at once made it move through his body faster, but he really wished it would slow down. Vegeta wasn’t moving at all, hadn’t even gotten that shuddery twitch he had when he was trying his best not to show any desperation.

Goku had needed to go worse than this before. Both times he’d come back to life, he’d learned that some of his body’s processes would sort of ‘speed up’ to make up for all the lost time. Peeing was one of them— It was a bit like waking up from a long sleep. A REALLY long sleep. The first time he was brought back, he’d been dead for about a year. No one had actually WARNED him that he’d need to pee worse than he’d thought possible the instant his halo vanished.

He hadn’t even been able to PROCESS it, to truly register ‘Man, I gotta PEE!’ before he suddenly just… Was.

King Kai HAD been telling him to hurry back to Earth, but paused. “… Right, maybe I should have said something first.”

Goku did his best to laugh it off. He was, after all, kind of just in shock that it was even happening. “Well, uh… Guess I technically haven’t gone in a year, right?”

The next time, when he was brought back for the world tournament after being dead for SEVEN years, he knew what to expect. Before Baba resurrected him, he insisted on being in front of a tree first. A few seconds later, he honestly felt kind of bad about what he ended up doing to it.

Of course, the times VEGETA had been brought back to life were more complica—

Vegeta suddenly stood up, and Goku turned to look at him. He still wasn’t squirming, or shivering, or any of the other things Goku had learned indicated he had to pee. Goku was a bit disappointed by that, since his own bladder was starting to almost pinch at him a little.

“Just sitting around is too boring,” Vegeta declared. “This is not a challenge. We need something to make this a little more interesting.” He wasn’t sure if this was the right decision. He knew it could backfire on him easily, he knew what he was about to propose could irritate his bladder.

But… He just couldn’t handle sitting still anymore. He hadn’t trained at all today, he had more energy than he knew what to do with. Just moving to stand UP had quelled some of the annoying tingles in his legs. “Let’s…” he paused. He could think of PLENTY of exercises that were absolute Hell on the bladder. Everything he’d ever done to train, he’d had to try to do it while bursting at least once.

Recalling how, in his lowest moments, simply trying to WALK was almost more pain than he could take, Vegeta had an idea. It would hopefully hasten Kakarot’s failure, AND keep Bulma’s eyes off of him for a little bit. Even if Bulma DID try to follow them, she had no way of keeping up.

“Let’s race around the building,” Vegeta decided.

Goku paused at that. If Vegeta was still kind of sick, then he really shouldn’t be running around…

“What’s the matter, Kakarot?” Vegeta taunted. “Already aware that I’ll defeat you?”

He looked alright enough… “You’re on,” Goku said, standing up as well and— Ohhh, oh WOW… That did NOT feel good! All the liquid in him just surged STRAIGHT down with the change in gravity, and for a terrifying second he thought he was about to LEAK before Vegeta had shown ANY signs of need whatsoever!

He could just HEAR what Vegeta would say if he did that. “Stop holding back, Kakarot! Come at me with your full power!”

Goku squirmed a little where he stood, hitching his hips and rubbing his knees together, bouncing. It wasn’t gonna be easy to run like this, he could already tell. His bladder sent a few irritated pangs, as if it was scolding him for even considering it. He noticed Vegeta turning away from him, face reddening a little. That was weird, HE wasn’t the one fidgeting around— As much as Goku wished he’d start.

“Three, two, one, GO!” Vegeta counted off, and then immediately started to run out of sight.

Goku jumped, rushing off as well.

Vegeta ran down hall after hall. Kakarot was so embarrassing! They’d both only been holding it for around thirty minutes, and he was already starting to do that ridiculous dance! Kakarot had told him that his limit— pathetic as it may have been— was six hours. He should have far more stamina than what he was showing now, even if he HAD drank more than he usually did.

Was Kakarot trying to exaggerate it for some reason? He wanted Vegeta to THINK he’d be quitting soon so that he’d let his guard down? Or he wasn’t going to tap into his full strength to spare Vegeta’s stupid ‘feelings’? No way could the idiot actually be desperate after so little time had passed. Vegeta didn’t even FEEL i—

Wait…

What the Hell? That hadn’t been there a second ago! Vegeta slowed slightly, suddenly aware of a sharp pressure that had seriously just snuck up on him. This was how he felt when he’d already been holding it for around half a day— When it was uncomfortable enough that, in the back of his mind, he was forced to accept that he needed to find some relief soon, otherwise there would inevitably be a great deal of pain in his future.

And it hadn’t felt like that just a minute ago. The only other time where his need had come on that strongly and suddenly was when he had that… Humiliating illness. And that stupid thing was GONE. He knew he’d had a LOT of water, but it shouldn’t have done this THAT quickly…

He was seriously starting to slow down, his irritated bladder protesting his every step. He… Really wanted to…

Part of the reason he’d suggested this was so Bulma wouldn’t see him for a few minutes.

He stopped, glancing back and forth down the hall to confirm that it was empty. Once he was sure he was alone, he leaned into the wall and allowed his legs to cross. Phew… That already felt a little better. He tensed his thighs, eyes still wide and on alert for witnesses. This was all the squirming he was going to allow himself today, so he needed to calm his bladder down now, had to do whatever it took while he still had this moment of privacy.

While he didn’t think it was quite THAT urgent just yet, he did grant his hands permission to move between his legs for a few squeezes. That took a lot of the edge off, but he knew he was going to have to let go and straighten himself out again soon.

Just… Not yet.

He could sense Kakarot was still lagging behind, by quite an unusual margin. Vegeta could let himself fidget for at least another minute before he needed to worry about him catching up.

***

Goku was stunned to discover that running could actually be REALLY hard sometimes. The last time he’d really had to WORK at it was when he met King Kai for the first time and the gravity of his planet had been so extreme that Goku could barely move for a little bit.

This was sort of a similar feeling. He felt heavier than he was used to, and he had to really focus and think about how he moved his legs. He’d made the mistake of going a bit too fast in his bid to catch up to Vegeta, and again he’d nearly spilled over a little. Taking it slow was the only way he could deal with it.

Goku’s bladder was starting to physically hurt. It was NOTHING like what he’d experienced when he’d fused with Vegeta and had learned what his friend went through all the time, but it WAS painful enough to make him wince. If Vegeta didn’t start feeling it soon, Goku was no longer so sure if this plan would work, unless he cheated and used the restroom now with no one around to notice.

Goku would never resort to underhanded tactics, even when the battle he was facing was so unlike any other he’d ever fought. The pressure in his body was doing its very best to tempt him, though. When he passed a bathroom, he forced himself to move a little faster just so that he wouldn’t accidentally give in.

He reminded himself that this was all to help Vegeta, without him REALIZING that he was being helped. Goku would do anything for his friends, even hold his pee until it seriously hurt and he was worried that he’d actually explode.

At that, he reminded himself that the only time Vegeta exploded hadn’t even INVOLVED his bladder. And, if Vegeta couldn’t fill up so much that he physically blew up, then that meant Goku definitely couldn’t.

He just had to figure out how to hold this in a while longer.

***

Vegeta forced himself to stop squirming and start running again. He’d disgraced himself for long enough, and every passing second made it more likely that someone would come around the corner and witness it all unfolding. His bladder throbbed viciously when he let go of himself, and flared brighter when he untwisted his legs. When he made himself RUN, every time his foot hit the ground, his bladder boiled and fizzed, its walls aching. Steadfast, he ignored all of the discomforts and continued to move.

He made it back to Bulma first, impressed with himself. Something had changed inside of him, fire occupying his chest rather than ice. He’d beaten Kakarot! He almost felt like he may have been sort of… Enjoying himself.

He hoped Kakarot had not DELIBERATELY slowed his pace down for some reason. If there was one thing worse than LOSING to Kakarot, it was having Kakarot LET him win. And, he had a nagging suspicion Kakarot WAS doing that today.

Even if Kakarot’s bladder was smaller and he’d failed to ever train it, he was still squirming way too much for it to be genuine in Vegeta’s eyes. If his limit was six hours, as he’d claimed, then he should still be FINE now. Aside from that, Kakarot’s actual limit was probably far greater than he believed it to be. Six hours was just when it started to hurt and he gave up because he was lacking in discipline.

Kakarot was exaggerating his discomfort today, intending to go EASY on Vegeta because he knew of the ‘problem’.

Regardless of the problem, a battle was a battle. Vegeta wouldn’t settle for anything less than Kakarot’s best.

He thought this over in an attempt to distract himself from the urge to start squirming again. Bulma was RIGHT there, watching him. His skin prickled beneath her gaze. “Ha,” Vegeta said. “Kakarot must be slacking, he’s losing his speed. I could even run a second lap before he gets back!”

“I’m sure you could…” Bulma said, glancing him over. The ‘race’ seemed to have done him some good, there was a fire back in his eyes that had been absent ever since his sickness had appeared. He was feeling that thrill of competition again, which was exactly what she’d been hoping for. This might really work.

It took Bulma a few seconds to notice the other thing he was displaying. She’d come to realize that Vegeta was quite good at hiding his need up until a certain point— That when he DID start to visibly squirm in her presence, that meant his desperation was unimaginably severe. But, there were other, far more subtle, signs that cropped up faster. Signs which she only learned to recognize when tending to him while he was sick.

The small shivers working up and down his back had nothing to do with him feeling cold. The water was hitting him. It had taken a surprisingly long time for it do so, and she was stunned he was able to restrain himself to such tiny, barely noticeable twitches after the amount he’d had to drink.

“What are you looking at?” Vegeta demanded, turning away slightly. He could feel his shoulders shaking, and he couldn’t get them to stop! The pressure in his middle was deeply uncomfortable, and it was building way faster than what he was accustomed to. His body just kept getting tenser as he tried not to squirm against himself, and the shakes worsened in response.

He tried to relax his muscles a little, and—

Um…

Wait…

Er…

Maybe—

Vegeta realized he didn’t actually know how to do that. ‘Relaxation’ was not a technique that was ever taught on his planet, he had no idea where he was supposed to concentrate his chi in order to ‘relax’.

If he hadn’t seen Kakarot look relaxed before, he would have assumed Saiyans were just incapable of it. But, obviously, Kakarot had undergone some form of training that Vegeta had never had access to, that was the only way he could have mastered—

Kakarot finally caught up… And he did NOT appear to be relaxed at all. His knees were rubbing together, causing him to walk very slowly. His ankles occasionally hooked together, his breathing was ragged, and one hand was caught between his legs.

Vegeta frowned. He’d been right. Kakarot was exaggerating. Kakarot was trying to go easy on him, and just HAND him the win. Vegeta knew he WOULD win, but if Kakarot wasn’t even going to give him a challenge, then what did it matter?!

“Kakarot,” Vegeta scoffed upon seeing him. He turned a bit faster than he’d intended to, sloshing his bladder’s contents and prompting his thighs to clench for a second. Pressure pushed right up against his opening and he clenched his fists, swinging them agitatedly by his side. “Stop holding back.”

Goku looked at his friend, being partially flooded with relief when he noticed that Vegeta was a little shaky. He finally DID need to go somewhat badly, but still not enough for this to be a challenge. A little while longer… Maybe Goku could… Well, trying to run had certainly sped up his OWN desperation. There must have been something that would work on Vegeta, too.

The last time Goku had almost wet himself, it was thanks to Goten saying something that had made him laugh just a bit too hard. He just had to make Vegeta laugh. Now, what did Vegeta find funny?

The misfortune of others!

Goku’s bladder was making him pretty miserable right now.

“I— I’d love to stop holding back,” Goku said. “But Bulma’s gonna get mad if I mess up the floor.”

Vegeta didn’t laugh… Instead, he glared. “Bulma isn’t the only one who will be angry with you for that, Kakarot. Don’t even think about—“

“I—It was a joke,” Goku said. “I— Ahh— I really need to go, Vegeta.”

“It hasn’t even been a full hour,” Vegeta said. “There is no way you’re this bad off already. If you aren’t using your full strength, then this game of yours is both juvenile AND pointless.”

Goku WAS using his full strength… As much of it as he was able to, anyway. He knew he COULD squeeze himself tighter than he was now, but if he did that for too long then Chi-Chi would have a reason to be angry with him! “I, uh, I kinda AM trying my be—“

“Impossible. You told me your limit was six hours.”

“That’s only if I don’t drink half my weight in water in under ten minutes!”

“If I’m still fine, then YOU should only be a little uncomfortable!”

Bulma watched this unfold in confusion. Vegeta was annoyed because he was winning?! He seriously didn’t think it was at all reasonable for Goku to be desperate after guzzling four liters of water about an hour ago?

Duh. Of course he didn’t. His perception of how a bladder was SUPPOSED to work was likely warped beyond repair. When Vegeta ‘barely needed to go’ his stream lasted at least two minutes. He was convinced that going once in the morning and once at night was standard, and that it only REALLY got bad after about a day. He’d somehow trained himself to numb out his desperation until it became extreme. She was positive that whatever level of need he was currently experiencing would be blinding to anyone else, but he was so utterly USED to it that it didn’t properly faze him.

And with Goku being the only other full-blooded Saiyan still alive, of course he was expecting a more even match. In his mind, even if Goku had a naturally smaller bladder, he should still be capable of more than this.

Bulma knew with certainty that this plan wouldn’t work unless Vegeta was sure Goku had tried his best, and now hoped Goku somehow found it in himself to hold off longer than he ever had before.

An idea struck her then, some way to even the playing field.“Well, Vegeta,” she said. “You sure sound confident. If this is too easy for you, maybe you should have a bit more to drink.”

“If Kakarot’s not drinking, then I’m not,” Vegeta stated, his shivers increasing for a second, it looked like the idea of putting more liquid into himself may have been intimidating.

Goku looked at Bulma warily. He had to pee so bad, and it was getting worse with every second! He was holding himself with BOTH hands now, and his bladder kept lurching and surging downwards. Twice so far, he’d felt a panicked burst of fluid trying to seep out past his clenched hold. If he drank any more, then he really WOULD pee on the floor. He didn’t have much space left, and he knew that more water was probably still on the way, and Vegeta was barely fidgeting, and—

“You’re the one complaining about it being easy, Vegeta,” Bulma said. “Besides… Wouldn’t it be something if you beat Goku even after you’ve had more water than him?”

“I— I can handle TWICE as much water as Kakarot!” Vegeta responded, voice firm.

“Well, maybe not THAT much extra,” Bulma said. “Just a little… Wait here.” She walked off, grateful that, for as stubborn as Vegeta WAS, he was still quite easy to manipulate.

As Bulma left, Goku sat down at the table and crossed his legs together, rubbing them frantically. He did not dare let go of himself. If he didn’t still remember what he’d experienced while fused with Vegeta, he’d think that this was the worst need to pee anyone had ever experienced. It was only BECAUSE of that memory that Goku was able to keep straining and waiting. He’d managed to keep all THAT at bay, hadn’t he? True, he was sure Vegeta had done most of the work there, but still! He hadn’t wet himself then, so he could hold it now! He had to, he had literally no choice.

This was the right thing to do. If this worked, and he managed to set Vegeta free from his perpetual desperation, ensured that he never had to feel that terrible again, then it would be worth it. It would be worth all the discomfort, all the bloating, all the heart-thumping panic as he focused himself entirely on just holding it in. He could barely think, mind only able to process the simple order of ‘Don’t pee! Don’t pee! Don’t pee!’

Vegeta was sitting beside him now, his fingers tapping against the table as he shook, redness darkening his cheeks. It was weird how embarrassed Vegeta got when he was barely even squirming. Goku was doubling over and fidgeting in all directions and HE didn’t feel embarrassed at all. He just felt determined, and uncomfortable, and stretched out. His stomach hurt like it did when he ate too much, and he was having a difficult time seeing straight. Sweat kept getting into his eyes, but he couldn’t move his hands to wipe them.

The weirdest part was that the pressure wasn’t confined just to his bladder area like it always had been before. It was sort of… moving. It was spreading out.

Vegeta was trying very hard not to watch Kakarot squirm. It irritated him that the other Saiyan was going easy on him, and… And looking at Kakarot crossing his legs back and forth like that kind of… It made him think about how good it would feel to do that himself again. His toes curled in his boots, and he tapped the table a little more frantically for a second. He did NOT need to cross his legs, or— Or hold himself, or perform any of the OTHER disgraceful actions Kakarot was partaking in!

His need was just… It was as though his body was moving in fast-forward. His bladder was thrashing more strongly than it had been even just a few minutes ago, pressure was knocking violently against his flood-gates, and he sort of did WANT to cross his legs, but he didn’t NEED to. He was fine. He was not going to behave as childishly as Kakarot was, he wouldn’t allow it.

Bulma returned and set a glass down in front of Vegeta. It was filled with something that obviously WASN’T water. “What’s this?” He demanded.

“We ran out of water,” Bulma told him. “I brought you some tea.”

“How did we run out of water?! It comes out of the sink!”

“Sink’s broken.”

“Since when?!”

“Just drink the tea, Vegeta.”

“What’s in it?”

“Taste it and find out,” Bulma suggested.

Vegeta grumbled to himself as he picked up the glass. It tasted fine, he supposed.

Beside him Kakarot winced and tapped his feet harshly against the floor. “Ahhh, Vegeta? Do you HAVE to swallow so loud?!”

Vegeta paused, taking the half full glass away from his lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, Kakarot,” he said. He shook the glass as gently as he could, trying not to spill it, trying to just make it slosh. “Does this bother you?” He returned to drinking, making sure to take extra noisy gulps just to make Kakarot squirm.

He set the empty glass back down on the table. “There,” he said. “I’m sure I could handle anoth—“

“Oh, no…” Bulma grabbed the glass and turned away. “Just one is plenty. I’m pretty sure that’s all we had left.”

“Feh,” Vegeta said. “Well, it’s still more than Kakarot.” He turned back to his rival, watching him wriggle and writhe. Kakarot’s face was lighter than usual, and Vegeta started to wonder if he wasn’t actually exaggerating after all. It would be tough to fake turning pale, or the sweat rolling down his neck.

Not that it mattered, he expected Kakarot to fight this until the last possible second. He wouldn’t have this any other way.

Goku was glad Bulma hadn’t made HIM drink any tea. He didn’t think he could fit one more drop into himself without having an accident. He constantly felt like he was on the verge of leaking. He wasn’t even sure if he hadn’t already STARTED. His palms felt wet where they were clasping his groin, and he couldn’t tell if that was sweat or pee that he hadn’t been able to keep from seeping out.

He doubled forwards a bit, clutching himself as tight as he could before it started to hurt. He felt really, really weird. It was starting to feel less like he needed to go to the bathroom super badly and more like he was injured. The pain had continued to creep upwards in his body, startling him. Ordinarily, when he needed to pee, he only felt it one spot, but now the pressure was heading into his back, confusing him.

When he’d been fused with Vegeta, he’d felt a scorching pain in his back that had nearly made him delirious. This didn’t feel exactly the same, but was it going to turn INTO that? Goku never wanted to experience that again!

A second later, he felt a pulse of warmth and knew that he HAD sprung a leak. He squeezed away at himself and cut it off, but now his bladder wanted to push out the rest and it was cramping more violently than ever.

He was having a more difficult time paying attention to Vegeta. He was getting kind of dizzy, so it was hard to focus on any one thing. Goku could see his knees moving back and forth a little, nowhere near as franticly as his own were, but he was finally showing—

“Nnnh!” Vegeta released a strangled sound and his eyes blew wide open. Goku watched him in confusion, scared that he’d suddenly started experiencing that horrific back pain again. He wasn’t THAT full yet, was h—

“W—Woman!” Vegeta snapped. His hands started to flutter around, moving first back to the table, then down to his lap, before he pulled them away like he’d burned them. “What did you put in that tea?!”

“What do you mean, Vegeta?” Bulma asked.

“I’m sure you know precisely what I mean!” Vegeta yelled. He sounded absolutely FURIOUS, and Goku couldn’t figure out why. One of Vegeta’s knees started to bounce jerkily, before his legs crossed and his ankles hooked together. “Wh—What did you—“

“Just normal tea ingredients,” Bulma said. “Nettle leaves, dandelion root, parsley…” She listed off. She didn’t THINK Vegeta knew enough about Earth’s plants to be aware that all of those ingredients were diuretics. He was clearly feeling the effects, though. The look on his face a few seconds ago had been rather amusing, just this sudden expression of total, abject panic.

That should be enough to make him more even with Goku.

Hopefully she hadn’t overdone it.

“So, it wasn’t poisoned?” Vegeta demanded.

“Poisoned?! What? No! I wouldn’t do that!”

Vegeta knew SOMETHING shady must have been in that glass. He was suddenly so… He needed— He felt like he was going to burst! Just, out of nowhere there had been this huge wave of desperation and it still wasn’t subsiding! It was just getting worse, a PAINFUL desire to release his waters that refused to be ignored for anything. “H—ahh—“ He let his knees rub together. It didn’t help. He crossed his legs. It still hurt so bad! He leaned backward a little, trying to grant his bladder more room. He was going to DIE if he didn’t void soon!

His bladder spasmed with a sharp, rippling pang and he inhaled sharply, hands moving to his crotch without his command, taking hold and squeezing. ‘No, no, no! Stop that!’ He ordered himself. ‘That’s disgraceful, knock it off!’ His hands wouldn’t obey, and his bladder was actually somewhat SOOTHED finally, so he just inched himself closer to the table and hoped it worked to shield his hands from Bulma’s view.

It certainly didn’t shield them from Goku’s view, and he was SO relieved when he saw Vegeta starting to hold himself. Just a few more minutes, and he was sure it would be enough. Finally, finally… Goku really couldn’t take this any longer! The weird pangs were still moving up through his back, he was VERY wary of what they might lead to, and he’d felt himself leak three more times. “V—Vegeta? H—How much longer?”

‘Please not more than ten minutes…’ Vegeta thought, trying to blink away the sweat that was burning his eyes. “I don’t know, Kakarot,” he said, struggling to put real force into his voice around the heavy feeling in his bladder. “You tell me. I’m certainly in no hurry to wrap this up.” His bladder flared and his ankles rubbed. He was never drinking that tea again. He must have been allergic to something in it, that had to be it. He was deathly allergic, and his body was trying to purge all of it as fast as it could.

He would not lose to Kakarot, certainly not with THIS.

The only good part of his problem was that… That it meant there was a part of him that would always be stronger than Kakarot! That there was ONE thing he could always defeat him at! His bladder was strong thanks to a weakness, true. But if, through that, he could best Kakarot at something, then his problem didn’t need to ONLY be a source of shame. It could also be—

“Gah—Hah—“ Goku released a startled yelp when he… He felt it, that same scorching, awful sensation beneath his ribs that he’d only ever experienced when sharing a bladder with Vegeta. At the same time, more dribbles of pee were managing to escape his hold and soak into his clothing. He squeezed away at himself, but it was doing no good, and Vegeta— Vegeta WAS struggling now, he hadn’t been struggling for very LONG, but— Ahhhh, Goku’s back hurt so bad! How did Vegeta put up with this all the time?! Goku gingerly tried to get to his feet, bending forwards and shaking as he struggled.

Vegeta watched Kakarot fighting to stand up. His own need was still blaring away inside him, his bladder’s screams for relief getting louder with each second. He was less alarmed by the severity of his desperation than he was by the suddenness of it. It wasn’t supposed to ramp up this quickly, and he could feel it getting rapidly worse! Kakarot had gotten up, he’d gotten up for a reason, Vegeta hoped it was for THE reason, or else he might— “Q—Quitting so soon, Kakarot?” He asked. “Realized that you can’t even hope to match up to an elite like m—“

“Ahh— Y—You win, Vegeta!” Goku exclaimed, hopping back and forth between his feet. “Gah, it’s gonna come out! Bulma, where’s the nearest—“
Bulma watched Goku scrambling with some trepidation. The floor was in intense and immediate danger. “Goku, you come here all the ti—“

“I can’t remember!”

“That way…” Bulma pointed off.

Goku rushed in that direction as quickly as he could, stumbling slightly as his bladder flared and another warm jet of liquid shot out. That leak had been far longer than the previous ones, he was sure it had left a mark, and he couldn’t hold it one more minute! “O—Oh, right! I can teleport!” He said. “Bulma go stand by the door!”

“It’s just a two minute wal—“

“Hurry!”

“Okay, okay…” Bulma said, walking off.

A moment later, Vegeta watched as Kakarot put two fingers to his forehead and shut his eyes. He anticipated the other Saiyan disappearing, making Vegeta’s victory official and ensuring that he could take care of his own issue soon.

But, Kakarot stayed where he was. “Nnnnh, I can’t— It’s not WORKING!” He rushed off.

And Vegeta was alone. No one around to see him if he were to—

He turned about in his seat and finally stood up, cringing and jumping in place. He could not BELIEVE his desire to void had amplified this quickly! He felt like he’d already been holding it in for more than a day! He crossed his ankles extra tightly and continued to bounce, reaching both hands between his legs to grip himself. He squeezed his eyes closed, trying not to make any sounds of misery. What little energy he didn’t need to allocate to the task of holding it in he put towards keeping tabs on Bulma and Kakarot’s chi. He knew that, once he sensed them moving closer, he would need to straighten out completely and behave like he WASN’T extremely eager to relieve himself.

He’d… Beaten Kakarot. He’d really done it. If Kakarot was so desperate that he could no longer access his instant transmission ability, then that really HAD been the best he could do. And, naturally, it had been far from enough to best the mighty Veget—

“Hah—“ Vegeta doubled over, a flare-up of heat moving partway down his length. He— He didn’t leak, he wouldn’t— He tightened his grip on himself, legs squeezing more urgently, and slowly the feeling faded. Kakarot needed to hurry up…

***

Goku was trying to pee as fast as he could. Doubtless, Vegeta wouldn’t TRULY consider the contest finished until Goku himself was. And Vegeta was really, REALLY uncomfortable. Goku wasn’t sure what exactly had happened, but somehow his friend had managed to fill up way faster than usual. The final few minutes of the contest had been startling, he’d never seen Vegeta go from ‘slightly fidgety’ to ‘panicked desperation’ that quickly before.

Goku was also sure peeing had never felt THIS good to him before. Except, maybe for the time when he’d fused with Vegeta. He was panting and sighing, and he almost WANTED it to continue on for longer. But, he forced himself not to slow down.

He managed to get done in just over a minute, feeling immensely better. And… Sort of impressed in a way. He hadn’t realized he could hold so much. He’d never put that amount of energy towards managing his bladder before, had never focused himself entirely on that simple task. He’d gone beyond what he’d thought his limit was and made it out dr—

He looked down at himself, seeing a dark spot over his crotch. He’d leaked a ton…

Well. He’d made it out MOSTLY dry, anyway. Hopefully this resolved Vegeta’s problem, and Goku would never have to do anything like it again. But, if he DID, at least now he knew that he COULD.

When he and Bulma returned to the dining room, they found Vegeta standing ramrod straight and shivering all over. His fists were clenched, his knees were touching, and his eyes were wide. He looked so ridiculously tense that it was making Goku feel sore just watching him. “Vegeta, if you need to move arou—“

“Th—There you have it, K—Kakarot,” Vegeta gritted out. His jaw was wound so tight that it spasmed as he tried to speak. “One arena in which y—you can never d—defeat me!”

Would this work even better if Goku praised him? That DID help him pee when he was locked up… “Yeah, Vegeta,” Goku said. “You have me MORE than beat here! I don’t know how you do it!” That last part was VERY true, Goku had no clue how Vegeta endured those back pains without just trying to claw himself open to pry it out.

“I—It t—took years of training,” Vegeta said, one leg crossing over the other, seemingly without his notice. “Y—You wouldn’t be able to h—handle it.”

Goku didn’t doubt that. The years of ‘training’ Vegeta was referring to could only be countless miserable episodes of desperation that he could never resolve without a lot of hard work. “I don’t think I could,” Goku said. He was beginning to wonder if Vegeta even realized that he was allowed to go now…

“Of course y—you can’t,” Vegeta agreed. His legs uncrossed and he started to rock on his heels instead. “It t—takes a l—lot of discipline to r—reach this point.”

“I’m sure it did,” Goku said. “You must be really strong to have gone through all that.”
An odd look passed over Vegeta’s face for a second, his eyes went even wider and he inhaled sharply.

“You’re much stronger than your bladder,” Goku added, hoping he hadn’t screwed this whole thing up somehow.

“I— Y—Yes,” Vegeta said, wriggling much more obviously as his hands moved towards his crotch. “N—Now, I— Have to— T—Tend to… Things.” And with that, he hurried off. He was walking oddly, without letting his knees bend.

Goku turned to Bulma once he was sure Vegeta was far enough away. “Think that did anything for him?”

“I hope so,” Bulma said. “He was kinda reluctant to actually GO. But… I guess I should have expected him to stroke his ego a little first. If I was trapped in a burning building, he’d probably take a minute to talk about how great he is before actually saving me.”

***
Vegeta rushed through the halls, hands between his legs trying to force his opening shut. His heart thundered loudly in his ears. A moment ago, he’d leaked. He’d actually fucking leaked in front of Kakarot again— Worse, he’d leaked in front of BULMA. Neither of them seemed to have noticed it, but HE’D noticed it! He’d felt warmth spurting out of him, and he’d felt it CONTINUE for almost two entire seconds before he was able to make it stop!

Just— The second Kakarot had told him that he was—

Fuck. That was the sort of thing Kakarot always said to him when he was struggling to go. That stupid, irritating little encouragement that always worked so infuriatingly well!

Bad enough that something so patronizing and embarrassing actually WORKED on him, now it seemed like Kakarot had TRAINED him to always react to it!

Did this mean that ANY time someone praised him enough, he’d piss? Regardless of if he wanted to or not? Vegeta… REALLY liked to hear people talk about how amazing he was. It was one of his favorite things. When Bulma did it specifically, he always got so—

Well. If hearing that type of thing was going to mess with his bladder control, that was going to cause a LOT of problems. Hopefully it had only happened THIS time because of how very… insistent his need was.

That was another thing, why the Hell did he have to go this badly so soon? He knew he’d drank way more than usual, but still. The only other time he’d been hit with such a sudden wave of desperation was when he was sick! Fuck, what if the infection was back?!

He made it to his and Bulma’s bedroom and walked through it to reach the restroom. At least he’d defeated Kakarot, anyway. As he lifted the seat on the toilet, he tried to focus just on THAT. His body was being… Weird, but it had won out over Kakarot’s, and THAT was what truly mattered.

Vegeta aimed and clenched his eyes closed, holding his breath and pushing down on his muscles. As he strained, he again wondered how exactly one was meant to ‘relax’. Since he’d never managed to figure it out, he was sure the technique was very complicated and took a lot of training. It probably required at least a few months of work to really master it.

He finally started to go, dribbling at first but then he was able to build up to an actual stream a lot faster than usual. To his immense relief, it wasn’t burning him. The infection HADN’T come back, which meant he probably WAS just allergic to something in the tea. He just wouldn’t ever have it again.

Voiding after defeating Kakarot at something actually felt WAY better than voiding usually did. And since it usually felt INCREDIBLE to actually go after holding it in for ages, that was saying a lot.

He peed for several minutes, which he was actually sort of glad about. He had bladder had been full enough to justify the amount of discomfort he’d been in, unlike how his body had behaved when he’d been sick. He still couldn’t understand why he had filled to the brim so quickly, even WITH all the water, but at least he didn’t have to worry that his bladder was somehow getting smaller.

Clearly, it was way, WAY larger than Kakarot’s, and that mattered more than ANYTHING. His bladder being bigger and stronger than Kakarot’s was even more important than how often it refused to obey his commands. His problem was a miserable, horrid, humiliating thing, but it had left him with something Kakarot couldn’t beat.

So, that meant that it wasn’t JUST a weakness. Or JUST a strength. It was both. That was very confusing, but it was certainly better than ONLY being able to feel the failure any time something reminded him of it.

***

“Bulma, that was sort of mean,” Kakarot was saying as Vegeta approached the dining room.

“Hey, he kept saying you were going too easy on him,” Bulma replied. “You know how he prefers a challenge.”

“I do, but…”

“What are you talking about?” Vegeta demanded.

“Oh, uh… Hey, Vegeta,” Bulma said nervously. “Nothing…”

“Bulma, I think you should tell him,” Kakarot said, and when Bulma didn’t speak up, he added; “Vegeta, the tea you drank had… Um….” He furrowed his brow. “It was a dietetic.”

“So, it was nutritional?”

“Um, no, it was… Uh… Dia— Dialect— No, that’s not it… Um… Diur…“

Vegeta sighed. “Take your time…”

“He’s trying to say diuretic,” Bulma informed, finally. She HOPED that word wasn’t a part of Vegeta’s vocabulary.

It was, though. “What?!”

“You wanted a challenge!” Bulma defended herself. “So, I gave you one!”

Okay… Okay… That explained why his bladder had acted strangely. There wasn’t anything wrong with him. The woman had just decided to poison h—

Wait.

Vegeta smirked. “What do you think of THAT, Kakarot? I defeated you even after having more to drink AND consuming something specifically designed to increase my difficulty! Imagine how badly I would have beaten you had we been evenly matched!”

Bulma tried not to smile. She’d boosted his ego— Something she usually tried her best NOT to do— and hopefully that meant he’d start getting better.

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There was some noticeable improvement after that. Vegeta was able to relieve himself if Bulma was in the adjacent room again, and he did not require her to say anything ‘encouraging’ to him first. He was back on the right path again, recovered from the intense blow to his ego the sickness had given him.

It had NOT been the perfect, sudden miracle cure Bulma had allowed herself to HOPE for. Vegeta was not suddenly healed completely and capable of urinating whenever and wherever he wanted. He was still struggling a lot.

Bulma and Goku remained the only two people he was reliably able to go around. Sometimes he could manage it near Trunks, but less often.

The most noticeable change was that he was somewhat less reluctant to ADMIT that he had to pee. That wasn’t saying MUCH since, less than a week ago, he would have rather died than confess he HAD a bladder to begin with, but it did indicate he had gained a little bit of confidence.

In the past, Vegeta would be out with Bulma for several hours, then randomly stop whatever he was doing and say “I’m flying home now for… Reasons…” and just leave. Bulma could always GUESS what the ‘reasons’ were. Now he was willing to actually SAY why he was leaving some of the time. “I… Uh… Going to relieve myself, bye.” It was blatantly obvious how much EFFORT it took from him to get those words out, but he was finally capable of it.

Bulma was also getting him to hydrate himself a little better. So far, she was only able to talk him into having some extra water when he knew he’d be remaining at home for the foreseeable future, which was still an improvement from before. She’d suggested to him that he should try drinking three liters of water per day and, so long as he wasn’t going out for too long, he generally accomplished that.

The only problem was that Vegeta seemed MOST willing to drink in the evening, right before bed. So, he saved the majority of the water until then. Obviously, he didn’t often have a reason to get up and leave in the middle of the night, ensuring that he’d have an easy time getting rid of all the fluid later. But, getting most of the day’s hydration in just before he headed to sleep always seemed like a recipe for disaster to Bulma.

He never responded well when she asked him if he was SURE that was the best idea.

“YOU’RE the one who wants me to drink more, woman,” Vegeta told her. “It’s easiest for me to… Get relief during the night. You know that.”

Bulma never mentioned what she worried might HAPPEN to Vegeta if he ever made the mistake of sleeping a little too deeply. He was guaranteed to get flustered and angry at the suggestion. It was possible he might even do something patently ridiculous, like drink even MORE just to ‘prove’ to Bulma that he could never wet the bed.

Luckily, he HADN’T done that yet. Bulma had no idea what she would even DO if that ever happened, and kept thinking that she needed to ‘prepare’ for it. It just seemed… Inevitable unless she could convince him to adopt a more reasonable hydration schedule.

Vegeta, of course, didn’t think there was anything wrong with what he was doing. He had to admit that he genuinely DID feel a lot stronger now that he was drinking more. He was ABLE to easily fight past any muscle cramps that his dehydration caused to crop up, but it was nice not to have to deal with them anymore. He thought he’d gotten slightly faster as a result, no more half-second pauses when one of his knees decided to knot up on itself. He knew he was getting a lot better, able to push himself further than before just because of a little extra water.

Plus, sometimes he was STARTING his training earlier in the day than usual, thanks to his body now having a sort of built-in alarm clock— One that was a lot more reliable than the one on the nightstand. Sometimes, Vegeta slept through that one. Other times, it took him a second to actually wake up and remember what that irritating sound actually was, prompting him to just smack the Hell out of it to make it stop. That always sparked an argument with Bulma. “This is the sixtieth alarm clock you’ve broken, Vegeta! The people at the store are gonna think I have some weird addiction if I keep buying more!”

Vegeta’s NEW alarm clock was different. He always recognized what it was, and that it was telling him to get up. And, if it happened to go off close to when he’d be starting his day anyway, sometimes that meant an extra half hour of training. His bladder did a spectacular job of waking him right up, no matter how deeply he’d been asleep.

The only really irritating things were the new dreams Vegeta had been having lately. Of course, his bladder and a surplus of watery imagery had taken center-stage in his dreams before— He’d gone to sleep while ALREADY desperate enough times to have gotten well acquainted with those— But, now they occurred nearly EVERY night and some of them got… Intense.

In one, there was a heavy rain-storm that he couldn’t escape from no matter how far he flew. In another, he was trapped in a small room with Kakarot, sealed by a door that neither of them could break through for some reason, all while Kakarot kept trying to coax him into just going in the corner. In one of the worst ones, he finally managed to break the lock to the restroom and was unable to relieve himself until Bulma replaced it.

He always woke from these in a state of absolute, urgent desperation. Often, he’d find that he’d begun to hold himself in his sleep— sometimes with BOTH hands. Bulma would usually still be asleep, allowing him to stumble to the restroom in whatever humiliating hobble his bladder chose to force on him. He’d go, check the time and determine if he was ready to begin training for the day.

So, it wasn’t THAT bad. His dreams were annoying, but they were JUST dreams. He woke up bursting every day, but he could resolve it easily. He always had to go badly enough that it made him walk funny, but Bulma wasn’t up to SEE it.

And he was finally decently hydrated. It was all working out fine.

Until, one morning, it didn’t.

Vegeta had woken from an absolutely Hellish dream. His traitorous mind had decided to pull out all the stops, taunt his bladder as much as it possibly could. It hadn’t stopped at just tormenting his bladder, either. It had seen fit to twist his stupid ‘feelings’ a little as well.

In the dream, he’d just finished one of the longest, most intense battles of his life. He’d been victorious— Naturally. HE’D defeated a foe that had utterly DECIMATED Kakarot, and Kakarot had told him, “Wow, Vegeta. You really saved us! We would have been toast without you!”

Yes, he’d won. He was the greatest. Ever. Except… He’d also gotten SERIOUSLY injured, plenty of broken bones, and he was totally exhausted. Kakarot said they’d run out of senzu beans, so that meant Vegeta would have to recover the NORMAL way. Which wasn’t too awful at first. As much as he hated staying in bed, the fact that he’d beaten someone that Kakarot hadn’t been able to handle made him think it would be alright to take some time off.

He wasn’t even that frustrated by Bulma frequently checking in on him. It wasn’t until she suggested that he might like something ‘soothing’ while he healed up that problems began to arise. She’d put on a video displaying various bodies of flowing water, and then had him listen to rain sounds as well. When it started to ACTUALLY rain outside, Vegeta suddenly became aware of a painful urge to relieve himself.

Both of his legs were broken in multiple places. His feet were destroyed as well. He’d walked on busted feet before, it hurt like crazy, but wasn’t impossible. Issue was, he always made his injuries worse when he did things like that. Bulma would be none too pleased with him, and he’d extend the amount of time he needed to wait to resume his training.

But, he REALLY needed to go. He could hold it for a super long time, surely longer than anyone else, but Bulma had told him his legs would take weeks to heal. Not even HE could hold it in for weeks.

What could he do, though? He couldn’t walk to the toilet. When he glanced around himself, there was nothing in his immediate vicinity that he could use, nor would he have any place to stash the ‘evidence’ when Bulma returned. There was a water bottle which Bulma had made him empty earlier, but he could tell just by looking at it that he’d overflow it before he even made a dent in his desperation.

Bulma kept coming back, kept asking if he needed anything, if he was hungry, if he was thirsty… He denied the second thing vehemently. One more drop, and he’d die from the pressure!

Bulma left him alone once more.

The rainstorm outside kept getting louder, hissing violently, and Vegeta could see the door to the restroom, and— And maybe he could fly there? If his feet didn’t touch the ground, if they didn’t need to support his weight, then he wouldn’t damage them any further, right? He gave that a try, but his body was so shattered that he couldn’t gather his chi correctly.

Bulma returned. “Vegeta, you look uncomfortable,” she said immediately.

“I broke most of my bones,” Vegeta reminded. “Why the Hell WOULD I be comfortable?!”

“You look more uncomfortable than usual,” Bulma said. “Are you sure there isn’t something you need help with?”

Fuck no. Vegeta had been AWARE of the only real solution to his problem for a while now. But having Bulma assist him with… He would RATHER explode! “N—Nothing!”

“Are you sure?” Bulma asked. “Because, if there’s ANYTHING you need— anything at all—“

“There isn’t— I’m— I’m fine!”

“Okay,” Bulma said skeptically.

When she left, all Vegeta could focus on were the water videos, the rain sounds, the agonizingly intense need to void.

She came back twice more to ask if he wanted anything, and he denied it both times, the feeling of urgency in his lower stomach was begging him to admit to his struggle, though.

Bulma left him alone for a VERY long time then. So long, that Vegeta started to grip himself tightly with the one hand that WASN’T broken. It was all he could do to alleviate the pressure. He couldn’t squirm his legs around, they were too thoroughly destroyed for that! Sweat beaded on his brow, and suddenly THIS fight felt even more difficult than the one that had CAUSED all his injuries.

Bulma FINALLY came back, and Vegeta was hardly aware of what he was doing when he blurted out, “Woman, I’m going to burst! I have to relieve myself immediately!” As soon as those words were out, humiliation washed over him. He lost control of his mouth often, but never THAT badly! He sounded pathetic! He was BEGGING for a toilet break, just like he had when—

Panicking, he tried to parse Bulma’s reaction, but before he could get a good look at her face, he finally woke up. He was immensely grateful that that had only been a dream— He hadn’t ACTUALLY embarrassed himself so severely— but the relief only lasted for a second. He was BEYOND desperate, the need was even worse now than it had been during his dream. Both his hands were wedged between his thighs, and his legs were bunched up in the sheets as they twisted and turned.

A dull throb was forming in his lower back— He was close to the extreme pain he’d come to loathe so much! Why hadn’t his bladder woken him up earlier?! The pulsing it was doing now felt almost lethal in its intensity.

‘Get up, get up!’ Vegeta ordered himself, trying not to feel TOO ashamed by how difficult the simple task was to accomplish. He couldn’t move his hands for the life of him, and once he was upright, the needful surges scorched downwards and made him jiggle on his feet for a moment.

Mind clouded by urgent need, he hurried to the restroom as quickly as he could. Gah, he’d thought his speed had been improving before? He wasn’t seeing ANY of that now! If his strides were too long, he’d burst! He had to take tiny steps.

At last, he reached the door, barely cognizant of the noise taking place beyond it. He was about to yank it open when he noticed the light shining beneath it.

Fuck.

His eyes darted to the nightstand. It was later in the morning than he’d thought. He’d slept through not just his bladder’s tyrannical throbbing, but the alarm clock as well.

And Bulma was showering.

She could sometimes take a WHILE in there.

‘Patience’, much like ‘relaxation’, was a technique Vegeta had never learned. When he wanted to get something done, he wanted it done right THEN. Waiting for someone else was aggravating.

Especially now, when he seriously had to—

It wasn’t like that was the only restroom in the building. There were tons of other ones, and he knew he could actually USE a couple of them with only minimal straining. But, at this hour, plenty of Capsule Corp’s employees would certainly be wandering around, able to… see him.

He was still holding himself. He hadn’t seen a reason to let go when there weren’t any witnesses and it was helping to quell his urgency. The only way to get to another restroom without humiliating himself would require him to move his hands, and then manage to walk perfectly normally.

No fidgeting, no distorted steps, no leg-crossing. He could not walk too slowly, or it would look like something was wrong. He could not walk too quickly, or he’d look like he was in a rush. If someone noticed anything odd about his paces and realized where he was headed, they’d know how embarrassingly desperate he was.

He had to walk as if his bladder was completely empty. Could he do that? He’d struggled to get to THIS door even WHILE gripping himself…

Vegeta released his crotch and crossed his arms, fingers digging against them with agitation. The pressure had already increased, forcing him to clench his thighs and tighten his leg muscles. Which made the whole ‘walking normally’ thing a bit difficult.

He tried, but he couldn’t part his feet very far without upsetting the precarious balance of his bladder. He couldn’t bend his knees without inviting more throbbing pangs. If anyone saw him like this, they’d notice that he was walking funny. They’d be able to figure out why.

No one was allowed to see him this way.

He was going to stay HERE.

But then, he thought back to a part of his dream. He couldn’t walk without making his problem obvious, but maybe he could just fly a little bit above the floor? He wouldn’t need to move his legs that much.

But, that would look FAR weirder than the stupid hobble his bladder was forcing onto him. He didn’t fly inside the house unless he was trying to reach something high up. He’d garner attention, and if his midsection happened to spasm at the wrong time, if it managed to prompt any squirming…

Leaving this room was not an option.

Vegeta could wait. He could learn how to be ‘patient’, however that worked. If he just stayed right by the door and didn’t walk around, his bladder would stay mostly calm.

If only Saiyan hearing weren’t so good…

Vegeta absolutely HATED this, but his body was very susceptible to the power of suggestion sometimes. One part of it was, anyway. That was why listening to running water could occasionally help him go. But, it was far more common for him to be subjected to such noises when he needed to hold it.

Those sounds were mixing together with another problematic detail to force Vegeta into holding himself again, bending forwards. The other issue he was currently faced with was a new one, one he’d only become aware of recently.

He was training his bladder again, getting it used to a new set of rules. One of those rules being that THIS was a set-place where it could always empty. He’d never actually HAD a specific location where relief was basically guaranteed before. Out in space, his living situation was tenuous at best. Sometimes, he’d have a bed and a room, sometimes he’d sleep outside, and sometimes he’d be in his pod for a while. There was never one SPECIFIC place that he always went to void. It was always ‘Oh, I’m finally alone!’ followed by him finding the nearest location that he could consider ‘acceptable’, nervously paying attention to the readings on his scouter so he could be CERTAIN that his alone-time would LAST.

Now, he DID have one place where he was almost always able to pee, and his stupid bladder had gotten a little too USED to that. The most infuriating things had been happening lately! He’d be out for most of the day, managing his need with hardly any trouble. Then, he’d get home and— typically the second he’d just reached the front door— it was like all of it hit him at once. He’d suddenly need to relieve himself far, FAR worse than he’d needed it a second ago, and it would rapidly keep GETTING worse the closer he got to the bedroom.

That was not how his body was SUPPOSED to behave. Up until recently, that wasn’t how it had EVER behaved! But, he hadn’t been able to get it to stop. His infuriating bladder was too damned suggestible!

So, being stuck just outside the one place he could basically ALWAYS pee, forced to listen to running water as he just stood there and held it… Vegeta had felt utterly desperate when he first woke up, now after only a few minutes of THIS, he felt like he might burst.

Remembering even more of his dream, a very traitorous part of his brain tried to argue that there was actually a very easy way OUT of his current predicament. All he needed to do was knock on the door and… Admit that he was—

He would rather die.

Vegeta had reached a point where he could tell Bulma he was heading off to pee. It was really difficult, but he could force out those words. He could NOT go any further than that. He could never tell her that it was urgent. He definitely couldn’t allow her to think that he was too full to wait for her to finish showering!

He’d wait. He’d wait…

Besides, if it really got THAT bad, the door was barely a barrier to him. He could break it down with little to no effort. Yeah. He could… Destroy what was literally the most important door in this entire building, have Bulma yell at him, and then try to relieve his bladder without any privacy while she KEPT yelling at him.

Okay. Bad idea.

In fact, maybe he should stand further AWAY from the door just in case his temper decided to flare suddenly and force him to make some awful decisions.

Bulma couldn’t take that much longer, anyway. Vegeta could wait. He’d stand there and keep waiting. Listening to the hiss of the shower. Every drop penetrating his ear drums and drowning out every thought that wasn’t related to urinating and how badly he needed to do it.

‘Stop thinking about it…’ Vegeta did his best to concentrate on something else. He was able to handle an even higher level of gravity now, likely thanks to being better hydrated. He’d like to see Kakarot try to stand up in the gravity chamber now. He probably wouldn’t be able to.

Kakarot’s house only had one restroom. Did his wife shower for as long as Bulma did? Of course, Kakarot could just run outside and go in the bushes. He lived in the middle of nowhere and didn’t even care if anyone saw him. Vegeta had to live in the center of a massive city, and he cared IMMENSELY about someone seeing h—

Right. Right. He needed to think about something else.

Ahhh, he couldn’t think of anything else! His bladder was throbbing constantly, his back was starting to pinch, and he— He leaked. Barely even for a full second, but plenty to send a bolt of cold fear down his spine. When this was immediately followed by another spurt, he clenched his hands tighter and tried not to let the panic overwhelm him.

He felt… Too comfortable here. He was hit with a sudden realization that he hadn’t considered before; He locked up in places where he felt stressed. THIS was one of the only places where he DIDN’T feel that way. To top it off, he was currently by himself.

That could have meant that, if he overflowed here— which he was feeling DANGEROUSLY close to doing— the usual ‘block’ wouldn’t be in the way. He wouldn’t get the horrific kidney torture, instead he might actually—

Bulma would SEE—

Was there somewhere else he could go without leaving this room? The stupidly large water bottle he’d had before bed was still on the night-stand. It was pretty big, but he still wasn’t convinced that his own capacity wasn’t higher. Besides, what would he do to HIDE the thing before Bulma got back?

There was one of Bulma’s plants by the door. Revolting. Disgusting. Utterly— He’d also probably KILL the thing and, unless the soil it was in soaked up liquid at a lightning speed, Bulma WOULD notice how wet it was.

But, his only other option was to…

Vegeta understood on some level that ‘Knock on the door, and tell Bulma that you have to pee’ was by far the SIMPLEST choice available to him. It didn’t involve any sneaking around, trying to walk like he wasn’t about to explode. It didn’t involve any destruction. No overflowing bottles, no murdered plants, no scrambling to come up with an excuse to EXPLAIN those things.

Anyone else would have knocked on that door ages ago. But, he wasn’t anyone else! He was— He didn’t beg! He would never beg, especially not for this! Never again!

He was LEAKING, though! His holding muscles felt… Unstable somehow. Not as taut as usual. If Bulma didn’t get out of that room soon, and Vegeta couldn’t wait…

He would not beg. He would DEMAND. Like the warrior he was.

He reached and hit his knuckles against the door as lightly as he could.

“Door’s unlocked,” Bulma called back.

Vegeta hadn’t even thought to try it… Not that it would have done him much good in the long run. She was still IN there.

“Th—That’s…” Vegeta struggled to think of what to say. He felt pitiful, dribbling pee into his clothes and having to ask someone else to give him what he needed. He couldn’t stand it! Straightening his throat, and gathering as much confidence as he could muster, he said; “I— I demand that you relinquish that room immediately, or else I will—“

He stopped when he heard Bulma mumbling. He had a difficult time making out what she’d said over the relentless hiss of the shower, but it sounded like; “Or else you’ll wet yourself?”

Vegeta stumbled backwards slightly, face aflame. Blasted… Infuriating… GAH. “I— Will pretend I didn’t hear that! The reason I’m giving this order is not important, but if—“

The shower abruptly switched off, freeing Vegeta from at least SOME of the torment. The throbs of need tearing through his middle calmed down slightly now that the awful sound had been removed.

Bulma groaned, “You know, Vegeta, you could ask like a NORMAL person…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Vegeta said, crossing his legs around the other way. ‘Hurry the Hell up! If you know I’m… Needing something, then stop being so slow!’

Finally, the door opened. Bulma stepped out wearing her robe. Vegeta was doing his absolute BEST to appear presentable in front of her. He’d moved his hands behind his back, but his legs refused to uncoil and he was visibly shaking all over. He only managed to keep his hands away from his crotch for a second before they resumed squeezing against his will. He wanted to just run into the restroom and put an end to this, but Bulma was still RIGHT by the door, and she was LOOKING at him, and— “Go over there!” Vegeta snapped, pointing to the bed.

Bulma KEPT looking at him for a second, but then went to the bed, watching as he finally scrambled into the restroom. Ack, how embarrassing! Now, it was bound to take him longer to actually start going. He stood at the toilet, and—

Vegeta’s eyes cracked open slightly, then he quickly sat up in bed. It was the middle of the night. He wasn’t in the restroom. Bulma was right beside him, and he’d nearly managed to—

He glanced back and forth and then— very reluctantly— down at his lap. His hands were squeezed there, but nothing felt… Damp.

Fuck, he’d woken up at the last possible second. He wasn’t certain if relieving himself in a dream would cause him to do it for real, but he had NO intention of ever finding out. But, that had been so weird. He’d never had a dream WITHIN a dream before.

… Was he ACTUALLY awake now, or was his brain playing more tricks on him? Everything with Bulma in the shower had felt super real, nothing out of the ordinary to tip him off to the fact that he was still sleeping.

Well, if he WAS asleep, then he knew a good way to wake himself back up. He sat up further, forced one hand away from his crotch, and harshly punched himself in the chest. “Oof..” His bladder lurched in response and he needed to tighten his thighs up even more, but the pain was enough to convince him that he was awake.

But, now Bulma was too… “Vegeta, what are you doing?”

“I— I’m making sure that I’m not asleep.”

“… What.” Bulma sat up further. “Oh no, did you actually start—“

“NO!” Vegeta snapped. “Of course I didn’t! Don’t even ASK that! Now— STAY there.” He got to his feet, albeit wobbly. His bladder felt like it was trying to crush him from the inside out. This was the sort of desperation that he usually only encountered after a day’s long hold. Stupid water… Stupid body not waking up earlier… Stupid—

Vegeta’s eyes drew open again. He was back in bed.

DAMMIT. Was he actually awake NOW, or was this just yet more torture? He was holding himself, squirming, pressure making him sweat. But he was wary of doing ANYTHING that might put an end to it! When he’d punched himself, it had felt so real, but even THAT had been a trick.

He looked to his side, seeing Bulma wasn’t there. He picked up on the sound of the shower, again. But was THAT real, or was it too a figment of his imagination trying to taunt him? He got out of bed, went to the restroom door, knocked.

“It’s unlocked,” Bulma called back, just as she’d done during one of his dreams. Her voice sounded normal, but it had sounded normal BEFORE, too.

The door being open didn’t help Vegeta very much, though. “Bulma, this is a strange question, but do you think I’m awake right now?”

Silence.

“Unless you’re sleep-walking, then YES, you ARE awake…” Bulma sighed.

“It’s just that I’ve woken up a FEW times this morning, and—“ Vegeta tensed one of his fists, the other hand still gripping himself. “I want to relieve myself…”

“I already TOLD you, the door’s unlocked.”

“You’re still IN there!” Vegeta reminded. “And, I’m not even sure if I’m actually AWAKE, or—“

Vegeta found himself laying in bed again. He HADN’T been awake.

Okay. What did he have to destroy to put an end to all of this!? He didn’t even BOTHER trying to figure out if he was still sleeping now or not. Odds were, he was. He couldn’t pee, if he did then he was likely to…

He hadn’t done THAT since he was two! No way in Hell would he risk it again NOW.

He would hold it until he was ABSOLUTELY sure that he’d woken up. Maybe not in this room, though. Dream or not, his body recognized this as the easiest place to void, being in it was too much of a temptation.

He left, went down the hall, trying to ignore how much each step hurt his midsection. THAT sure felt real, but he could easily be imagining it. He needed some way to test this. Punching himself hadn’t worked, so he had to find something else.

He could never read in his dreams. Anything he saw written down would be incomprehensible and random— Even signs that he saw every day would appear distorted and unrecognizable. If he found something to read and it was actually legible, then he was awake. If he was awake, he could pee.

Even though he believed himself to be in a dream, Vegeta put forth his best effort at walking calmly and smoothly. There was still a slim chance that this WAS real, and that the people he passed could actually see him, and notice any signs of his desperation. He couldn’t allow that. No one was permitted to see him in THAT sort of distress.

He got to the front of the building, and decided he’d go outside to see if he could read the sign on the front.

He ‘woke up’ again before he even made it through the door.

Someone needed to pay for this. He wasn’t sure WHO, but SOMEONE.

Bulma was showering again. Maybe. If any of this was real.

Vegeta forced himself out of bed, and the immediate shift in the pressure stretching out his bladder did not feel imaginary— But NONE of his bladder’s spasms had felt fake so far. He waited by the restroom door for a second, and it didn’t take long for the running water to grind down his resistance. He knocked again. “B—Bulma?” He called. “I— Uh—“ He gritted his teeth. He wanted someone to free him from the stress and needfulness he was enduring. Someone to assure him that he was awake, that it was okay to relieve himself…

“What is it?” Bulma asked.

“Er… I…” Vegeta was not at ALL convinced that he was speaking to the real Bulma, yet that did nothing to make his next words come out any easier. “I’m bursting.”

“I told you to stop saving all that water until right before bed!” Bulma said. That… WAS the sort of response he would have expected out of her… But, perhaps his imagination just KNEW her too well and was still trying to trick him. “I’ll be out in a minute, can you wait that lo—“

“Of course I can!” Vegeta exclaimed. “Don’t you DARE imply—“

“I wasn’t!” Bulma groaned.

In response to his own protests, Vegeta’s bladder spasmed hard again and he felt himself lose a tiny spurt of liquid. He actually forced himself to pay extra attention to how the loss of control felt, was it moving straight down his legs because he was actually standing up? Or was it spreading over his lap because, in reality, he was still in bed?

He thought it was the first thing, but after so many false awakenings, he didn’t feel like he could trust ANYTHING.

The door opened, Bulma stepped out and… Stared at him, particularly at the hand still between his legs. He yanked it away, but it was too late. The damage was done. She’d seen him doing that… “G—Go to the bed,” he demanded.

She did as asked, and Vegeta went in, locking the door and standing in front of the toilet. Once he was ready to go, nothing happened. A familiar feeling, but the cause of it was new. He was convinced that if he let himself pee, he’d suddenly wake up in bed again, this time in a puddle. He’d soak himself, and the bed, and… And maybe some of it would even get on Bulma. He would never survive that.

At the same time, he didn’t want to leave and keep holding it in. The pressure was painful, so bad that it hurt just to inhale, his skin being stretched over the bloated knot of tension in his middle. That sensation was so annoying to him that he started to just HOLD his breath for a bit so he could have a reprieve.

Vegeta could hold his breath for a LONG time before his lungs started to burn. That was one of the many things he was proud of. He could search for items in the ocean without running out of air, he could hide under water to pull off a sneak attack, he could—

Suddenly, he felt a very peculiar sensation, like some sort of snap in his midsection, and then he was peeing. Full force, too. He hadn’t needed to strain at first to get it out. It just happened, like Kakarot had told him it was SUPPOSED to.

For the first couple seconds, he felt more panic than relief. Was he… Was he ‘going’ in bed? He didn’t feel himself getting warmer, so he didn’t THINK he was ‘spilling’. As more time passed and he didn’t notice any increases in temperature, much less any wetness, he accepted that he WASN’T dreaming, and that it was FINE for him to continue voiding now.

He wasn’t dreaming… Which meant he’d ACTUALLY said the words “I’m bursting” to Bulma. He’d spoken that pathetic, pitiful statement OUT LOUD to her. He’d told her that, not only did he desire to urinate, but he NEEDED to do it urgently. He’d ADMITTED that he was desperate.

So, she was probably thinking about that now. Thinking about how uncomfortable he’d been. Thinking about how, since HE’D managed to put that into words for the first time EVER, that meant he must have been SERIOUSLY dying to go. She was thinking about how he must have been close to… To ‘having an accident’, if he’d allowed himself to talk like that!

Thankfully, those thoughts didn’t make him STOP peeing. They did, however, bathe his chest in ice while his face lit in flame. The two opposing sensations failed to balance one another out, and he had to fight not to shake from the embarrassment.

He did his best to enjoy the release— It was a nice feeling, and he was glad he’d managed to wake up in time. But, when he was done, he was reluctant to leave the room right away. He took a few extra seconds to splash some water on his face before returning to the bedroom. Bulma had waited right where he’d told her to and, flustered, he looked at the door to leave, not wanting to say anything else.

Bulma noticed his discomfort. “Vegeta, are you okay? Were you able to—“

“Yes,” Vegeta interrupted. “Don’t CHECK on me with— I didn’t mean to say that earlier.”

“Say… What? That you needed to go?”

Vegeta looked away.

“Seriously? With how much you swear, I was just impressed by how politely you managed to phrase that.”

It wasn’t admitting that he had to go that was the issue, not anymore! It was admitting that he was DESPERATE to go!

“Look, I’m kind of glad that you speak up about it sometimes now,” Bulma said. “It makes you sound more confident. And, it’s honestly sort of scary when you DON’T sound confident about something, so try to keep it up.”

He… Sounded confident when he admitted that he was bursting to pee and couldn’t wait much longer? How the Hell could ANYONE sound confident doing that?!

Whatever.

If that was seriously what Bulma thought, then maybe he could allow himself to say such things around her.

ONLY her, though.

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Bulma was pleased that her plan to manipulate Vegeta seemed to be working out. Praising him for sounding ‘confident’ whenever he admitted to her that he needed to go felt bizarre, but since stroking his ego seemed to be the only thing that had any effect on him, she kept doing it. He’d convinced himself that NOT urinating made him strong, if she could subtly mess with his head until he started to believe the OPPOSITE, she was sure the problem would go away for good.

Except, there was still such a long way to go. He could relieve himself at home with no issue. He could tell her what he needed and not stammer so much anymore. He was drinking a somewhat adequate amount, even if he DID keep saving most of it until the end of the day— There had now been a couple repeats of that morning, where he’d needed to rush her out of the shower after he’d woken up desperate.

Outside of the home was still an issue. She’d never succeeded in even getting him to TRY using a public restroom. No matter how far out they’d gone, if he got too uncomfortable he insisted on flying all the way home. He could do that fast, and Bulma was sure that most of the time he was gone was spent on actually peeing, and not on the flight back and forth. She was still sure it must have been a bit of a hassle, though.

He was very reluctant to drink anything when they were out, or when they were about to leave the house together. It was difficult to convince him to have more than a few sips. The only time he didn’t mind having some water before heading out was if he was on his way to go train with Goku. This told her that whatever Goku was doing to ‘help’ him must have been working as well. She wondered if that meant she should invite HIM on one of their outings someday and see if Vegeta’s behavior regarding hydration changed at all.

She knew the response she’d get if she ever suggested inviting ‘That damn Kakarot!’ along on one of their dates.

So, for the time being, Bulma tried to just be patient with him and hope that someday he’d agree to try using a public toilet, or relax a little more about the water he put into his body. She’d just keep encouraging him in little ways, and build up his confidence. So long as nothing happened to completely shatter it again, then he should stay on the right path.

***

The Lookout was actually one of the most difficult places for Vegeta to relieve himself. There were two restrooms there, the one in the time chamber— Which Vegeta could only access occasionally— and the one in the main part of the building, which was useless to him.

The Lookout was small, which made getting IN there undetected into a challenge. And even if he DID manage to enter it, the door didn’t lock. Apparently, it USED to have a lock way back when Kakarot had first come up here as a child. The idiot had managed to break it when he thought practicing a move while bathing would be a good way to make the most out of his time.

Then Kami had seen no need to replace the lock. Nor had Dende. Since they both only ever entered that room to wash themselves, maintaining it was low on the list of priorities. So long as the bath worked, nothing else mattered.

Vegeta had attempted to relieve himself at the Lookout only once. It had been right after the Cell Game, and once Trunks had been revived and Vegeta was finally able to THINK clearly again, he realized that his bladder had filled considerably without his notice. Everybody else was distracted, so he snuck off, only to discover that the door lacked a lock.

He hadn’t even bothered with it then. No lock, the possibility that someone could walk in on him before he’d finished— Or worse, before he’d managed to get himself started— it was intolerable. He didn’t even need to go that badly, so long as he kept his legs close together he’d be fine.

He’d returned home, very uncomfortable but still not bursting, a while later. Bulma wanted to talk to him about Kakarot— She had some preposterous idea that Vegeta was going to MISS him for some reason! He’d brushed her off, insisting he didn’t care what happened to Kakarot. He’d gotten to the restroom, to privacy, to silence and to the prison of his own thoughts.

Kakarot was…

Nope. He didn’t care! He never WOULD care. Nothing would ever MAKE him care. He just had to pee! Why wouldn’t it work— He was alone, wasn’t he? The door was locked, no one had even seen him come in here! Total solitude, completely alone, no one there…

But, he couldn’t go. In fact, the more he focused on how alone he was, the more his holding muscles seemed to knot up— The complete opposite of what usually happened. Something felt… Wrong. He couldn’t even place it, but there was this horrible feeling encompassing his entire body. It was heavy, yet also really hollow.

He’d only ever felt that after he’d found out his planet had been destroyed… He’d gotten rid of it THEN by screaming and attacking things until he just couldn’t feel ANYTHING anymore. There was nothing for him to attack now. And, he had to urinate so badly that he didn’t think he’d do a good job of destroying anything, anyway.

He only managed to get his bladder to empty by shutting his eyes tightly and pretending that he was inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, and that he’d just spent hours upon hours training with— With— BY HIMSELF.

Once he was finished and he had a clearer mind, Vegeta understood what had happened— The bathroom on the Lookout not having a lock had simply stressed him out too much, he’d needed more time to calm down.

That was it.

Nothing else.

He’d never tried to pee at the Lookout again. He knew that it was pointless. He’d checked a couple times to see if a new lock HAD been added, but it never was. The toilet was a few paces from the door. Since Piccolo had never taught Vegeta how to do that thing where he stretched his arm out twice the length of his entire body, he couldn’t try to just hold it closed himself.

So, he’d spent quite a few desperate hours there before. Once the pressure had gotten so severe that he’d nearly lost control of his mouth and informed Dende, “If you don’t put a lock on this door, I’m going to end you!” He’d just barely stopped himself from making the embarrassing threat, and resigned himself to holding his bladder until he could leave and find some actual privacy.

That day was the worst bout of need he’d ever suffered on the Lookout.

Until today.

Vegeta had made a pretty terrible mistake. Once again, he’d left the house without relieving himself first. In the past, he’d only ever done that because he wasn’t ABLE to go at the house for whatever reason. But, today there was absolutely no excuse for it. He must have slept badly or something. In fact, he could barely remember waking up, he’d been so exhausted. The moments in which he’d been getting dressed and flying here were all foggy as well. The only reason he knew they’d happened at all was because he WAS here.

He knew he couldn’t have peed before coming here because he felt his midsection burning from a grotesque degree of urgency. He was struggling not to bounce on his feet. Why had Kakarot even told him to come here so early in the morning?

There were a few others up here with him, adding to Vegeta’s distress. He couldn’t let himself fidget at ALL. Someone was bound to notice, they were sure to figure out what was making him so antsy, and from there they’d somehow guess that he had trouble peeing here.

“Vegeta,” Piccolo said suddenly, making him jump which, in turn, made him blush.

‘Dammit, pay attention…’ Vegeta thought. “What?”

“Did you bring the Dragon Radar like we told you to?”

HAD he? He couldn’t remember. The entire morning was such a rushed blur… “I—“

“Yeah, he gave it to me already,” Kakarot said. “We just need to find two more balls.”

“Awesome,” Krillin said. “This is going a lot faster than I thought it would.”

“You want to come with me to get them?” Gohan asked.

Vegeta shifted his weight, doing his best to appear bored. Now that he’d moved once, his body was begging him to keep it up. He tried to catch Kakarot’s eye. He hated it, but Kakarot could probably tell he needed to go with just a half-second glance, no matter how still Vegeta tried to keep himself. Kakarot would… Know, and he’d distract everyone, he’d find a way to get Vegeta some privacy.

Kakarot wasn’t looking at him, though. He was just carrying on with Piccolo and Krillin. Vegeta still wasn’t sure what they were gathering the balls FOR. He was sure he must have been told earlier, but had been too drowsy to grasp it. He heard Bulma’s name, and all thoughts of peeing vanished from his mind for a second. Had something happened to Bulma?! No, no, he’d definitely remember THAT. No need to panic, Bulma was fine, and they were just—

Right. Now it was finally coming back to him. He’d wanted to get Bulma something amazing for her birthday— The best possible thing, something WORTHY of the woman privileged enough to have Vegeta as a mate. But, he’d had trouble coming up with the right gift. Bulma could afford to buy anything she wanted for herself, so Vegeta needed to get her something that COULDN’T be purchased. He’d settled on an item that would be truly one of a kind, because it had never actually EXISTED before. He was going to force the dragon to create a live unicorn for her. A live unicorn that could shoot chi out of its mouth and was strong enough to kill an entire army of Friezas.

Vegeta promised himself he’d go to bed early tonight. All this drowsy forgetfulness was unacceptable. Keeping his mind sharp was just as important as maintaining his body’s strength.

A pinching throb drew his attention back to his bladder. Of all the things he could have forgotten this morning… He would have preferred accidentally walking out with only one boot on, or something. As Kakarot continued to talk, handing Krillin the dragon radar, Vegeta took a few hesitant steps closer to him. Kakarot just needed to look at him, just for a second. Vegeta was keeping himself still, he hadn’t bounced or swayed after that one, tiny squirm a few minutes ago. But, he could feel himself shivering. Kakarot would know, Vegeta didn’t need to squirm, he didn’t need to say a word about it.

Krillin and Gohan took off with the radar, leaving Vegeta alone with Piccolo and Kakarot. Where had Dende gone, Vegeta wondered. He was uncomfortable enough that he thought he might actually go shout at him to buy a fucking lock for that damn door.

Kakarot’s eyes flicked to Vegeta for barely even a full second. “Vegeta and I have to go ask Dende something,” he told Piccolo.

He’d… Barely looked at him, and he still knew immediately. That was what Vegeta had expected, but it was still embarrassing to have anyone— Especially Kakarot— know his mannerisms so well.

Vegeta focused on how his discomfort was about to be alleviated, and followed Kakarot inside. As ever, forcing himself to walk with his bladder so full was maddeningly difficult. His legs kept wanting to rub together, his feet kept turning in towards each other. He forced himself to keep legs straight and pace NORMALLY, like he didn’t have anything that he was straining against.

“I am SO sorry I broke the lock when I was younger!” Kakarot said. “I’ll hold the door shut for you, alright?”

“Mmmf, fine…” Vegeta wished his arms were longer, he’d be able to do this by himself then, no relying on Kakarot…

“From inside or outside?” Kakarot asked.

“… What.”

“You want me to hold the door from the inside or the outside?”

“You… You think I’d want you right there in the room with me!?” Vegeta snapped.

“You’re okay with me being next to you when we’re outside, and I didn’t know if you’d need me to say stuff to you agai—“

“I don’t NEED you to say anything,” Vegeta huffed. “Stay outside.”

“Alright,” Kakarot shrugged. They turned a corner and ran into Dende.

Vegeta stilled and looked down at himself, trying to correct anything about his posture that may have looked off. His knees were bent too much, he was still shaking a bit… A rational part of his mind tried to argue that, since Dende lacked a bladder, he probably wouldn’t recognize Vegeta’s twitching as a sign he needed to relieve himself. That did nothing to calm his nerves, however.

“Can I talk to you both for a minute?” Dende asked.

Kakarot hesitated, gaze flicking to Vegeta again. It took everything Vegeta had not to squirm under the attention. Gah, he hated this— Normally he LOVED when everyone’s eyes were on him, but now he didn’t want to be noticed at all.

“Um, in a minute,” Kakarot said. “I really have to pee first.”

“Oh,” Dende said. “Um… The toilet hasn’t been working for a while.”

“What?”

“Some plumbing problem,” Dende said. “The bath still works, so I haven’t gotten around to fixing it yet. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll… Uh… Go somewhere else then,” Kakarot said. “I’ll be back later.”

Dende walked off, and Vegeta shuddered more obviously.

“Wait… How does plumbing even WORK on a floating platform in the middle of the sky?” Vegeta wondered.

“Huh?” Kakarot asked. “I guess the same way it works everywhere else.”

“But… Never mind,” Vegeta said, tensing his thighs. He was not TOO upset about the plumbing issues— However the Hell that even functioned to begin with. It wasn’t as though he was out of options for relief now. “Kakarot, I demand you take me home.”
“Sure,” Kakarot said. He held onto Vegeta’s shoulder and put two fingers against his forehead. A few seconds passed, but nothing happened.

Vegeta’s extremely limited amount of patience wore thin. One foot rubbing agitatedly against the opposite ankle, he snapped; “Kakarot!”

“I’m trying!” Kakarot insisted. “I can’t sense anyone’s energy! Maybe we’re too high up.”

“You have used Instant Transmission here before!”

“Yeah, but I’m really hungry now, so—“

“Then let’s just go back down,” Vegeta said. He was starting to sweat, refusing to accept that he was now limited to his immediate surroundings to find a place to empty out his bladder.

“Let’s try the time chamber first,” Kakarot suggested. “That’s closest.”

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, that wasn’t a bad idea. The thing was a portal to a different dimension, if Vegeta went in by himself he’d suddenly have more privacy than he’d ever had in his life. Just a few minutes in there wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. Plus, if it took him a while to start peeing, it wouldn’t matter— Only a few seconds would pass on the outside no matter how long it took him.

Except, Mr. Popo denied them access to it. He kept emphasizing how taxing it was to be in there, how people could only remain in the room for two days over the course of their entire lifetime, how they needed to SAVE that time for when they really needed it.

Vegeta really needed it NOW. His bladder had seriously started to LOOSEN itself as they’d gotten closer to the room, it HURT to have to pull everything taut again. He lost his composure for a second— just a second!— and his legs crossed together. Immediately, he forced them apart, but his bladder was still flaring and he felt the familiar pinch creeping up his back.

Kakarot was staring again, frowning. “We’re only gonna be in there for a couple seconds,” he said. “We just… I need to pee really bad, and the toilet’s not working. And Vegeta… Um… He… Uh… He forgot something in there the last time, he needs to get it!”

Mr. Popo wouldn’t budge, he said something about how going in and out so quickly could actually be just as harmful as overstaying their time. And he kept… Looking at Vegeta’s feet, which he was beginning to bounce, and Vegeta swore he KNEW and was getting some form of amusement out of this!

Kakarot led him off, thankfully fast enough that Vegeta didn’t accidentally SAY something. “Sorry, Vegeta,” he told him. “Let’s just go back down. Can you fly still?”

“O—Of course I can fly!” Vegeta insisted. He was shifting from side to side now. He KNEW he was doing it, and he was burning up with humiliation, but he couldn’t make himself stop. He felt like his insides were starting to come apart, pressure slamming forcefully against his opening, stings coursing through his lower back. That horrid pain was coming, he KNEW it was coming, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“Okay, there’s lots of trees and stuff down there, I’m sure we’ll be able to find you some privacy.”

Before they could leave, they were stopped by Dende, whom once again asked if they could talk.

Kakarot shook his head, “I still really need to—“

“It’s important,” Dende insisted. “It will only take a few minutes.”

So, Vegeta was forced to just stand there as Dende talked about… Something. Vegeta barely heard a word he said. All of his attention was directed inwards, to the flaring pressure in his middle and the biting pangs that occasionally appeared in his back. He was trying very hard to gauge how much time he had left before the true torture began. Right now, the sensations in his back were fairly dull and only occurring every few seconds. It was also still confined to his lower back, it didn’t start getting REALLY bad until it had moved far enough upwards.

Eventually, it was going to be nightmarishly painful, a feeling akin to being torn to shreds as something tried to chew its way out of his skin.

He wished his body could give him a warning in the moments leading up to that Hell, if he knew to brace himself he thought he’d be able to control his reaction to it a little better. He’d have an easier time not vocalizing his agony and drawing attention to it.

Vegeta leaned against the wall, trying to shift his weight around without being obvious. He shuffled a bit BEHIND Kakarot, hoping to stay out of Dende’s field of vision as much as he could. Once he thought he was hidden well enough, he twisted his legs together, trying to pin himself closed between them. That was better… It still hurt extremely badly, but he was at the point where ANY decrease in pressure— no matter how minuscule— felt amazing.

But, the reprieve only lasted for a second, and then his bladder was pounding again and begging him to do MORE to ease its discomfort. His fingertips tapped agitatedly against the wall. Vegeta didn’t trust his hands. The idea of holding himself was VERY tempting, and he had to consciously keep telling himself not to do it.

How much longer did he have to stand here? If he and Kakarot didn’t leave soon, then he probably WOULD have a difficult time reaching the ground. Flying, the feeling of the wind hitting him, it would be so taxing on his bladder…

Not that he’d have a choice in the matter. Since Kakarot apparently couldn’t teleport on an empty stomach, Vegeta either had to fly on his own, or— And he was nauseated at the very thought— have Kakarot CARRY him.

Unless there was somewhere ELSE he could relieve himself up here. The toilet was broken, he wasn’t allowed in the time chamber… Kakarot could still hold the door to the restroom closed, though. And, if he did that, Vegeta would have the solitude he needed. He could then get back at Dende for never bothering to get a lock, for procrastinating on fixing the toilet; He could urinate down the drain in Dende’s tub.

That was repulsive. It was vile. It was completely and utterly desperate. And, most importantly, it was thoroughly BENEATH him.

He would just fly down, and he’d do it without Kakarot’s assistance. Because he COULD. His bladder was already inconveniencing him by making him feel so uncomfortable, he was through with letting it impact his ability to function when it got too full. He was in charge of it. If he wanted to fly around while it spasmed and erupted and begged him to stop, then he WOULD. It was finally going to have to ACCEPT which one of them was in control.

Vegeta mentally repeated that to himself. He was in control of his bladder, not the other way around. It couldn’t force him to do anything he didn’t want to. It couldn’t prevent him from doing whatever he wanted. He was in control. He was always in control.

He got so focused on THAT idea that he stopped paying attention to what his hands were up to. Without realizing it, he’d begun to hold himself. He noticed eventually, noticed how much BETTER he felt, and decided to let it continue for a few more seconds. He DECIDED to do it, he really COULD stop whenever he wanted.

“Is he okay?” Dende asked suddenly, breaking off mid-sentence.

Vegeta snapped to attention, hands flying behind his back, legs untwisting but failing to move very far apart from one another. “Wh—What?”

“Are you unwell?”

“N—No,” Vegeta said, his hands moved to his sides, clenching and unclenching. He was so damn tense. His teeth were grinding and he was starting to wonder how long it would take for his jaw strength to break all of them. “I’m fine.”

“Okay…” Dende said uncertainly, going back to… Whatever he’d been prattling on about before. It went on and on and on, and Vegeta felt like his whole body was being flooded. Pressure exploding everywhere, liquid rising and rising. He started to sway again, knees rubbing, jaw tightening. He was still shaking, and now that was just hurting him further, making the walls of his bladder contract and spasm so violently that he—

“What do you think, Vegeta?” Dende inquired.

What did he think about WHAT? All Vegeta COULD think was ‘Please, shut up and let me leave! I have to void so badly that it feels lethal!’ “Wh—Whatever Kakarot said!” Vegeta answered.

“Er… Alright…” Dende shrugged, and Vegeta tuned him out again.

It felt like several excruciating hours had passed before Dende finally let them leave.

“S—Sorry about that,” Kakarot said. “You’re still able to fly?”

“Of course!” Vegeta snapped. He was shuffling back and forth, even now that Kakarot’s full attention was on him. He just could NOT go still anymore, he couldn’t even manage to get CLOSE. The urgent blares of extreme need required him to move. His bladder was FORCING him to do something again— Making him dance around like a moron. No matter how many times he told himself that HE was in charge of his bladder, the statement refused to come true.

“We can go around the back, so Piccolo won’t… Um… See…” Kakarot suggested.

Vegeta nodded. His fidgeting was completely out of his control, he could just BARELY tolerate having Kakarot watching as he came undone. Any more eyes on him, and he’d—

“Goku!” Krillin exclaimed, coming up behind him. “Gohan and I got the last of the dragon balls!”

Vegeta struggled for some semblance of stillness. He kept shifting from side to side, legs pressed very tightly together, shivers moving all up and down his body. He couldn’t make himself any more presentable than that, and Krillin was watching his restless motion in confusion.

Where had he even COME from?! Vegeta hadn’t sensed him at ALL. And, he usually COULD still sense chi when he was desperate— Just one more thing that set him on edge and prevented his bladder from releasing.

Come to think of it, he couldn’t feel Kakarot’s chi right now, either. He didn’t think he’d felt it all day, even though they’d continually been right next to each other. What the Hell? Was something actually wrong with him?

Vegeta clamped his eyes closed and did his very best to focus, the ice which had been solidifying itself against his ribs all day went a few degrees colder. He was supposed to be able to—

He could… Sort of feel Bulma’s energy, kind of dimly… Was she here? How close? Was she going to see him this way, too?

“Vegeta, are you okay?” Krillin asked. “You look kinda dizzy…”

“It’s— We’re so high up,” Vegeta choked out, hating the pathetic quality in his voice. “The air is thin, of course I’m dizzy.”

“Oh, yeah,” Krillin said. “You get used to it eventually. I brought Bulma and everybody,” he added.

Bulma WAS here. Vegeta would probably have to walk by her to leave the Lookout. Walk by her when he could BARELY walk at all. And, what did Krillin mean by ‘everybody’? How many others were present to witness him in this severe state of need? Gah, he could barely believe it had gotten THIS bad, he would NEVER let himself forget to urinate before leaving home again. He tried to REMEMBER when he’d last voided. He’d done it about an hour before he’d gone to sleep, and then he’d had his usual large bottle of water…

He glanced at Dende’s clock, and it took him a moment to figure out what it actually said— It must have been in Namekian, explaining the different symbols used for the numbers.

He’d been restraining that huge container of fluid for over seventeen hours now. The USUAL limit for how long he could last before his bladder unleashed complete Hell upon him was about a day. But, the usual limit only applied if he’d had very little to drink. That wasn’t the case now. He’d guzzled SO much water before bed, and it was all dying to be released.

“That’s great, Krillin,” Kakarot said. “Tell everybody to wait for a bit though, alright? Vegeta and I need to…” Kakarot frowned, clearly struggling to think of another excuse. “We need to—“

Before Kakarot could finish whatever he’d been about to say, Vegeta felt the sudden caustic rush of fiery acid erupting up his back like a geyser of pure, concentrated torture. His eyes blew wide open as, in the seconds after that initial flood of agony, it continued to gnaw at him more and more aggressively. It was so much worse than it usually was! And, typically it was one of the most awful feelings in the universe, so that was saying a LOT.

“H—Ahhh—“ Vegeta’s eyes screwed closed, his expression pinched as his knees buckled. His hands alternated between gripping at his crotch and uselessly rubbing his back as if he could soothe away the brutal torment that was still CONTINUING to increase. He felt like he was being lit ablaze and ripped to shreds simultaneously. When he opened his eyes again, his vision was blurry and unfocused, and he could barely make sense of anything beyond the fact that he NEEDED for this to stop! “Kakarot, I can’t wait anymore, I have to do it now!”

Ahhh, no! How could he have said that?! How could he have lost control so throughly, his body was a mixture of burning, horrid fire and solid, subzero ice, and the conflicting sensations only made everything hurt worse!

“Do WHAT now?” Krillin asked. “Vegeta, what’s going on?”

‘Kakarot, I will do ANYTHING you want if you can make yourself use instant transmission now!’ Vegeta thought. ‘Just get me out of here!’

“He’s… Um…” Kakarot stammered. “He’s… We just have to go, alright?”

“We were just about to summon the dragon,” Krillin pointed out.

“Just— Just a few minutes,” Kakarot said. “Vegeta, come on…” Kakarot was offering Vegeta his arm now, Kakarot was going to assist him with… With just WALKING, and Vegeta was in so much pain that he could scarcely bring himself to care. Just… He needed to be somewhere else, wherever the closest place was that he could RID of himself of the gallons of fluid trying to murder him. Once they were out of Krillin’s earshot, Kakarot said, “Don’t worry, I’ll tell everyone you’re just really sick.”

Losing to a virus was only SLIGHTLY less embarrassing than losing to his bladder, but Vegeta would take whatever he could get.

They were outside now, and Krillin really HAD gotten everyone. Bulma was there, along with Trunks. Goten had showed up, Android 18, Chi-Chi… Everyone witnessing as Vegeta was forced to allow Kakarot to SUPPORT him as he struggled to walk properly.

He wasn’t walking properly at all. His legs kept knotting up, every step made more acid slosh up his back. The edge of the Lookout seemed so far away. Vegeta didn’t dare LOOK at anyone, and he could still only sense Bulma’s chi— And just BARELY at that— Yet he KNEW everybody was staring.

“We need a couple minutes,” Kakarot called over. “Vegeta got REALLY sick all of the sudden, we’re gonna go down and see if Korin’s got anything to help!”

Vegeta suddenly turned and pressed himself more into Kakarot’s side, trying to use him for cover as he urgently gripped himself. The only thing more humiliating than having everybody WATCH as he clung onto Kakarot, would be to have them all see him clutching at his crotch like he was about to—

All at once, Vegeta felt a heinous snap, one that thundered through his abdomen and careened up his back. It was the worst pain he’d endured all day and, although it had only lasted a second, it made him yelp. Once it subsided, something felt… Better. A LOT better. So much fucking better…

Dazed, it took him a second to actually grasp what had changed, and then horror took over, incinerating all the pleasant feelings instantaneously. He was voiding, his bladder had broken apart in much the same way it had done during their camping trip. Only this was so much worse, because it wasn’t JUST Kakarot present to witness it.

He strained against Kakarot’s side, trying to pick up his pace. Even if he couldn’t ‘make it’ in time to relieve himself correctly, he could at least get out of here before anyone noticed what had happened! But, he was going so forcefully, it only took a few seconds for it to burst through the material of his clothing and begin splashing loudly against the floor, and—

“Woah, what?” He heard Krillin ask. “Is he actually—“

“Dad DID say he was sick…” Gohan murmured.

“He must be REALLY sick,” Chi-Chi said. “Poor thing.”

“How the Hell can someone piss that much?” Android 18 asked.

“Pfft…” Goten giggled. “Heheh, Trunks, your dad’s having an accident!”

“Shut up, Goten!” Trunks said. “YOU had one of those last week!”

Vegeta felt a hand on his shoulder. He was still uncontrollably pissing, now immobilized from the brutal embarrassment. “Vegeta…” Bulma said. “It’s okay…”

Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Vegeta couldn’t breathe at ALL. He hadn’t been lying earlier, the air WAS thin up here, and now that he felt his lungs collapsing and his throat closing up as the icy horror overtook him, he swore he was starting to suffocate. He— He was going to—

They got multiple wishes with the dragon balls. He’d use one of those to erase everyone’s memory of this! He could pretend it hadn’t ever happened, he could—

Vegeta’s eyes drew open and he found himself staring at the bedroom ceiling. Tension eased from his body and he breathed deeply as his horror and panic evaporated. Oh… Oh thank fuck… That had all been a nightmare. A horrible, awful nightmare. He hadn’t actually embarrassed himself irreparably in front of everyone he knew. He hadn’t—

Wait.

His need to relieve himself hadn’t followed him out of his dream.

But, the wet feeling around his crotch HAD.

No. Nonononononono— He bolted upright and moved the sheets, refusing to believe this was even possible. There was no way— No possible way in HELL could he have actually—

But, he had.

He, the prince of all Saiyans, had managed to… Had managed… Had… Failed to wake up in time. He’d recreated a humiliation that hadn’t happened to him since he was a two year old. And this time was far, far worse. First, and most obvious, he was WAY too old to be doing this. Second, Bulma was RIGHT there next to him. Third, his bladder was… CONSIDERABLY larger than it had been when he was two, and it must have been VERY full in the moment it had released.

He was absolutely soaked, the sheets were just… Drenched. It had probably gotten all the way down to the mattress… Even if he SOMEHOW managed to change the sheets without waking Bulma, he was sure the mattress was stained and the only way he could deal with THAT would be to just to incinerate the thing, and—

How could he have done this!? His bladder ALWAYS woke him up— It was his body’s fucking alarm clock!

Damage control— Damage control! ‘Bulma, I got really thirsty last night, and I was so tired that I spilled the water—‘ That wouldn’t explain the smell… ‘Trunks needs to stop hanging around with Kakarot’s brat, just the other day I heard him babbling about that ridiculous hand-in-warm-water trick, Trunks must have wanted to test it out!’ He didn’t want Trunks to be disciplined for something he hadn’t actually done… ‘It’s sweat! You know how much I thrash around when I’m sleeping, I must have been dreaming about fighting!’ But, the wet spots were only around his crotch… ‘I… Must have been dreaming about you!’ Wrong consistency, not to mention there was way too MUCH of it.

Dammit, the only excuses he could think of were all terrible! Maybe he could dry the bed off with his chi! Yeah, he’d charge just enough, keep it in his hands, and wave them over all the— More likely he’d just burn the sheets up, and that would be even harder to explain.

He had to do something. So long as no one else found out, he could pretend this had never happened. It would be hard, but he’d force himself to forget it. Then it would never happen again. He couldn’t let anyone else kn—

Bulma started to stir.

Shitshitshitshitshit—

Panicking, Vegeta laid back down on his side and pretended to still be asleep, if only to be granted a few more minutes of peace before he had to come to terms with what he’d done to himself.

Bulma sleepily opened her eyes and yawned. As had become somewhat of a routine, she glanced over at Vegeta to gauge how much he was squirming. Some mornings, if he looked too uncomfortable, she’d try to nudge him awake without him noticing. She was still wary of his decision to drink the majority of his water before bed, she didn’t even WANT to know what would happen if he ever—

Vegeta wasn’t fidgeting in his sleep at all. Hopefully that meant he’d gotten up in the night and she just hadn’t heard him. But, there was a distinct smell in the air and when she leaned closer to him, her hand came into contact with something clammy.

Fuck. After all that time spent building up his confidence, this was going to completely destroy it. Bulma would have to start over again. Would another holding contest with Goku do anything? It had worked like a charm the first time, but would doing the exact same thing again have any significant effect?

What could she do to fix this? Maybe she should… Snuggle up with him REALLY close without waking him up. Vegeta wasn’t a huge fan of cuddling. But, sometimes when he was asleep, he’d start to do it without noticing. She could hug him tightly now, and when he woke up… ‘Ah, Vegeta I’m so embarrassed! I can’t believe I did this— And it even got on you! Oh, this is humiliating!’

Would her own clothes appear wet enough from just embracing him, though?

‘I got up last night for a drink and I couldn’t see where I was going! I must have spilled it!’ Directly onto Vegeta’s crotch? He’d never believe that. Besides, the smell was obvious. ‘Hmmm, I should have a chat with Trunks about how jokes like this aren’t funny. I’m sure he got the idea from Goten, I think I heard him say something about doing this same thing to Gohan once.’ Trunks would be so confused if his father was suddenly angry with him for something he hadn’t done. ‘Vegeta, I barely got ANY sleep last night, you were flailing around SO much. Look, you even worked up a sweat!’ But all in one spot?

She couldn’t think of anything convincing. When Vegeta got up, he was going to know EXACTLY what he’d done, and he was going to feel horrible.

Maybe she could manage to change the sheets without waking him! Maybe—

“Bulma, just say whatever you’re gonna say,” Vegeta prompted.

Dammit. He was already awake.

“… Are you okay?” She asked. She knew it was a dumb thing to say. Obviously, he wasn’t going to be alright after this.

Vegeta didn’t even deem that worthy of a response.

“Has this ever happened before?” Dammit. Another stupid question. Even if it HAD, like Hell was he gonna tell h—

“… A few times when I was two,” Vegeta said.
He’d… Admitted to something embarrassing. He’d come right out and said it. There was still hope that his self-esteem wasn’t completely trashed. Careful… Careful… Bulma felt like she was trying to diffuse a bomb, one wrong move and everything would go to Hell. “It’s—“

“Don’t you dare say that this is okay,” Vegeta interrupted. “That I could ever do something so pathetic and childish. I’m supposed to be—“

“This was… One time,” Bulma said. “The sheets can be washed.”

Vegeta didn’t CARE about the stupid sheets. He’d prefer to just destroy them.

“I don’t judge you for it,” Bulma offered. She was surprised to find that her statement was true. It was his choice to chug water right before bed all the time, she’d always KNOWN this was a possibility if he kept it up, so it would be easy to blame him for it.

But, all of this was so difficult for him. He was obviously TRYING to conquer his problem, even if his methods of managing it weren’t always the best.

“Doesn’t matter. You SHOULD be judging me,” Vegeta said. “Anyone else would.”

Bulma paused. A lot of people probably WOULD laugh hysterically if they’d found out Vegeta had wet the bed, that was true. She could think of one person that definitely WOULDN’T though. And, Vegeta would never admit it, but HIS opinion mattered more to him than almost anyone else’s. “I mean, I know Goku wouldn’t. I’m sure of it…” She hesitated again. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this… Basically, one of the first things I did after I met Goku was have an accident in front of him.”

“… What?!” Vegeta demanded. Kakarot had stood there and watched as Bulma— “What did he do?!”

“I—It wasn’t like it was his fault,” Bulma said. “He didn’t do anything weird… I mean, when I said I had to go, he was really confused about why I didn’t want him to follow me, but that was it.”

Huh. So Kakarot’s social skills actually HAD improved. That first day years ago, the second he’d figured out Vegeta wanted privacy, he’d understood it just fine. He must have gotten any irritating questions about it out of his system with Bulma.

“But, when I went off to go, I got grabbed by a dinosaur,” Bulma explained. “And Goku had to come save me. And, I was just getting bounced around so much, and I was so scared, and it just… Happened. And you know what Goku thought about it?”

Vegeta shrugged.

“Absolutely nothing. He couldn’t even figure out why I was upset.”

So, then they’d both… Disgraced themselves in front of Kakarot. That wasn’t something Vegeta particularly wanted to have in common with her, but she was correct in saying Kakarot wouldn’t judge him for tonight. So, that made two people that wouldn’t make him feel like a disgrace.

‘Pitiful, weak, worthless—‘

Frieza would tear him to shreds over this. After… After the ‘incident’ when he was four, Frieza had indeed told Vegeta’s father about what had transpired. Vegeta had been made to stand off to the side as Frieza rehashed the very same comments about what a feeble creature he was. However, there had been an addition; “About what I’d expect, considering he still wet his sheets at two.”

And, Vegeta had felt utterly betrayed. Only his parents had known that Vegeta had accidents in his sleep at that age! So, that meant one of them had told Frieza! Why would they do that to him!? Sure, they’d never been super warm, no Saiyan parents WERE, but he’d still always sensed that they at least loved him!

Father told him that Frieza only found out because he had access to all of Vegeta’s medical information, and that had been included in one of the notes. Even after that, it took a while for Vegeta to trust his parents again. He was only just STARTING to a year later, when he suddenly wasn’t able to talk to them about anything ever again.

Frieza had said it was disgraceful for him to wet the bed at two. To do it NOW was beyond—

“What are you thinking about?” Bulma asked.

“N—Nothing,” Vegeta said. “Just… Uncomfortable.”

Bulma nodded. “You can shower first,” she said. “I’ll take care of… Other stuff.” She pointedly avoided mentioning the sheets, or WHY Vegeta may be eager to clean himself off.

“Right…” Vegeta said.

In the shower, he tried to stop thinking about his… incident. He particularly tried to stop thinking about it possibly happening again. He’d known all along that his decision to drink so much before bed was risky, but he’d also been convinced that THAT couldn’t possibly happen to him. Now that he knew it COULD…

Bulma was going to keep making him drink the same quantity. Saving the majority until bedtime, when he’d be close to the one place he could reliably urinate, was the only reason he could HANDLE it. Loading up on fluids at any other point during the day put him in danger of overflowing in a location where he wouldn’t be able to empty his bladder. But, doing it at night meant that he may…

Why did he NEED to drink water, anyway?! Why did he NEED to have a bladder to begin with?! If this stupid thing would just get the Hell out of his way and leave him alone, his life would be so much better.

Bulma didn’t mention it again for the rest of the day, and Vegeta sure as fuck wasn’t going to bring it up. Yet, it lingered in his mind the whole time and, that night, he was wary of going to sleep. “I’m not tired,” he said. “Gonna go train some more.”

Bulma narrowed her eyes. “Vegeta…” She had a feeling she knew where this was headed. He was going to refuse his body sleep in fear of a repeat of last night. He’d keep that up for way too long, probably coming to some ridiculous conclusion that he actually functioned BETTER without sleep since it opened up more time for training. Eventually, he’d pass out from exhaustion, hopefully not anywhere too inconvenient.

Nope. Bulma wasn’t having ANY of that. “You can go to sleep,” she said.

“Later.”

“No. Not later,” Bulma said. “Lay down.”

Vegeta didn’t.

Ugh, this was worse than making Trunks go to bed… “It won’t happen again.”

“You don’t know that!”

“You’ve only done it ONCE in your whole life,” Bulma said. “The times when you were a toddler should hardly even count. It’s extremely unlikely that you’ll suddenly start doing it every time you fall asleep.”

“Of course it is!” Vegeta said. “I could never—“

“Then it’s FINE if you go to sleep now!”

Vegeta got into bed. It took him longer than usual to actually FALL asleep. He was so paranoid that he got up an extra time to relieve himself. That process took a while since the shame of the previous night was still clamped coldly around him, and he really wasn’t USED to trying to pee when he didn’t need to do it urgently. It was sort of like his bladder couldn’t believe he was letting it empty without it needing to torture him for a couple hours first. He managed it eventually, and then finally fell asleep.

He had another dream in which he was desperate, but when he noticed that he couldn’t sense the chi of anyone that was near him, he understood that he was dreaming— That was the biggest and most obvious sign to look for, he realized.

The next morning consisted of him hurrying to pee, rather than the abject horror of yesterday.

It was one time. He would never let it happen again. Now that he knew how best to determine if he was dreaming or not, he didn’t even think it COULD happen again. He had to forget about it, he had to push it from his mind, until the memory of it became so distant that it no longer even felt real.

Just so long as nobody ever REMINDED him of this incident, he could pretend it had never happened.

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Something DID eventually occur to remind Vegeta of the disgrace of that night.

Weeks had passed, and he hadn’t… Done anything to the sheets again. It really WAS just one time, and it didn’t look as though it would happen again. He was still consistently having dreams in which he was maddeningly desperate, but he always woke up from them in time. The dreams were intensifying, however.

In a couple of them— The ones that felt the most real— He’d actually get to the restroom or somewhere else private and he’d even start to GO. However, he’d just stand there peeing for ages without feeling even the tiniest hint of relief. Eventually, the flow would cease and immediately he’d feel like he was going to explode again, which would cause him to realize that it was all a dream. The reason he didn’t feel any better after relieving himself was because, in the real world, his bladder hadn’t emptied at all. Usually, a couple seconds after that, his back would start to hurt in that agonizing way, and his eyes would shoot open.

He could evidently sleep through a lot of desperation, but he COULDN’T rest much longer once the acid had decided to scorch its way up his back. No matter how deeply he’d been sleeping, once the sensation of boiling, caustic agony had flared beneath his ribs for long enough, he’d be wide awake.

The worst thing about that was how he still got… Vocal when that degree of agony slammed into him. It made him yelp and cringe audibly. Depending on how bad it was, he might even shout. He couldn’t stay quiet in those moments, the harsh, acrid burn corroding his insides was just too much to withstand in silence.

The first several times he woke up that way, his hands kneaded between his legs so tight that they were going numb as the bitter acid tried to rip him apart, he’d gotten lucky. Bulma hadn’t been next to him, she’d already gotten up and gone to the shower. So, when that humiliating, wounded noise slipped from his lips, she hadn’t HEARD. He’d sat up, rocking against his clenched palms for a second to at least TRY and reign some of the agony in. And, once he finally felt confident in his ability to move, he’d gone to the door and knocked on it, fighting to keep the pathetic urgency from his tone as he ordered Bulma to hurry up.

She didn’t need to know that he could get so desperate that it hurt him as badly as some of Kakarot’s attacks could.

But, eventually, his luck ran out. He shot awake feeling like he had two massive spears jammed through both his kidneys, and when he tried to sit up, it was like he was sloshing even more smoldering fluid up into them. The torment was so horrific, and as usual he moaned out loud; “Haaannnh— Ahh—!”

But, Bulma had still been in bed. And, since Vegeta was incapable of doing anything softly even when he WANTED to, the noise he’d made had woken her up.

“Vegeta, are you—“ She rubbed her eyes, looking him over. The sight was kind of surprising. She’d never seen him display so much desperation before. He was folded over on himself, hands wedged in the crease of his body, legs trembling. Bulma had seen him accidentally grab at his crotch a few times, but he’d always yanked the hand back away quickly, ashamed of what he’d done. He wasn’t letting go now.

And, what was that weird, strangled noise he’d made?

She knew he definitely didn’t WANT to be seen like this, so she turned the other way. “Oh…”

Vegeta wanted to straighten himself out, he wanted to stand up and walk to the restroom in a way that looked completely normal, and fine, and not about to fall apart. It was so difficult just getting out of bed, though! And when he eased one hand away from the vice grip it had over his crotch, he felt a burning heat directly at his opening and placed the hand BACK in a panic.

He stood there for a few seconds, trying to regain enough control to start walking.

Bulma realized he wasn’t moving and, for a second, horror seized her. When she realized she didn’t hear any hissing sounds, she relaxed. Was it just making it hard for him to move? Did he need some—

It didn’t matter if Vegeta NEEDED help or not, there was no chance that he’d actually ACCEPT any.

Bulma stood up anyway. She came to his side. “Are you okay?” She repeated, placing a hand gently against his lower back, and—

Vegeta jerked away hurriedly, his breath hitching and another odd sound squeezing out past his clenched teeth. “Nnnh—!” He finally started to move then, hurrying on stiff legs to the restroom. Bulma heard the lock being put in place, followed by more panicked breathing and shuffling.

That… Wasn’t how Vegeta acted when he was just being stubborn and wanted to prove he didn’t need assistance or sympathy; He hadn’t yelled at her. It was more like her touch had somehow caused him pain.

How in the world could SHE have hurt Vegeta that badly?! The man continued to fight when he had broken bones! She’d BARELY even touched him! She could understand it if her hand had been near his bladder, but it HADN’T been…

In the restroom, Vegeta was trying to steady himself enough to actually pee. His heart was thundering hard, he felt dizzy and nauseas, and like every one of his internal organs was flooded with acid. The pressure was everywhere, and his back was still so—

Ah, fuck! He hadn’t thought that the kidney pain could be made WORSE. But, it could! He’d never been touched RIGHT THERE after the aching had begun. Now that he knew what even a LIGHT touch felt like, he was thankful his opponents usually attacked him from the FRONT during battles.

He’d always thought that, when he had to fight while holding it in, his lower abdomen became his most vulnerable spot. Now he knew that wasn’t true. Once his kidneys decided to start exploding, ANY touch to that area would be a cruel and unusual punishment.

The pain still hadn’t subsided. To his frustration, it hurt so much that he couldn’t pee. He kept tensing up every time his back flared, holding muscles clenching against his will.

When his bladder decided to cede and began to drain, even just those first stinging spurts felt amazing compared to what he’d been experiencing in the moments leading up to them. He strained for a few more seconds and at last managed to get his stream to burst forth completely.

Finally, it was done, it was all going to come out now, he didn’t need to FORCE it. This was the only time he was HAPPY that he didn’t have to continue fighting with something. This opponent wasn’t phased by any of his usual tactics, battling it was just a horrendous chore, each victory against it bittersweet since he knew it was only a matter of time before he had to do it all over again.

At least he could feel good in THIS moment, though. He felt wonderful, the stone of his bladder cracking and going soft, the pressure lightening up more and more with each second. ‘This is one of the good parts,’ he reminded himself. ‘You have the strongest bladder in the universe— Ten times the size of Kakarot’s! And when you finally DO get to empty it, it feels great.’ It wasn’t all bad… This enemy was tougher than anything he’d faced before, but every time he defeated it, he was always handsomely rewarded.

Vegeta struggled to turn off the embarrassment he felt over how enjoyable this was. It was such an embarrassing function, the way it made him want to moan with pleasure was aggravating. Sometimes he had to shut his eyes to help him forget himself a little bit, to let the pleasure overpower the shame it brought him.

Outside, Bulma started to worry again. That noise Vegeta had made when he’d woken up had been concerning, his reaction to being touched so gently was troubling, and now he was… He’d been going for a VERY long time, even for him.

He’d actually paused a couple times and Bulma had assumed he’d finally finished, but then the hiss picked back up again.

She tried NOT to stress about it. Obviously, Vegeta COULD hold that much. If he was actually overflowing himself, then he wouldn’t have… ‘made it’ in time. His bladder just had an unusually high capacity, and that made sense; He was an alien. She shouldn’t EXPECT his body to work exactly like a human’s did. He did PLENTY of other things that a human wouldn’t be able to survive.

She still kept comparing him to Goku, though. Were Saiyans SUPPOSED to vary that wildly when it came to bladder sizes? True, she only had TWO to base that off of, and maybe BOTH of them were outliers, but…

Trunks could wait longer than most eight year olds, she supposed. So, maybe it was just their biology. Maybe Vegeta wasn’t causing his body any internal damage.

She heard the toilet flushing and the sink running. Finally, he was done… That must have taken more than five minutes. Last night, before bed, had he forgotten to—

Vegeta came back out, red in the face. He was ALWAYS blushing after he’d finished peeing, even after all the progress he’d made the embarrassment kept clinging to him anyway.

“Are you okay?” Bulma asked once more. She really wished he’d learn to answer that question truthfully. She wasn’t even sure why she kept ASKING it. “Did I hurt you somehow before?”

“Of course you didn’t,” Vegeta scoffed. “Just… Don’t touch me there when I’m… You know.”

‘Don’t touch his back when he needs to pee,’ Bulma thought. That was strange… She knew Saiyans had bladders in the same spot humans did— Not in the back. “Why your back?”

Vegeta looked at her, confused. “What do you mean?”

“What’s wrong with touching your back when you have to—“

“O—Only when it’s… Intense,” Vegeta qualified. “You know.”

“No, Vegeta. I DON’T know. What are you talking about?”

“Don’t be obtuse. You DO know exactly what I’m—“

“I don’t,” Bulma insisted.

Vegeta tensed his fists. “I can’t believe you want me to say it… Y—You know! When it gets… urgent, and so you start to feel it—“

“Vegeta, are you trying to say that, when you need to pee badly enough, you have pain in your back?”

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “Yes. That’s how it WORKS.”

That wasn’t how it was SUPPOSED to work at all… “Where exactly IS the pain? What part of your back?”

“… Starts really low, then it moves to right below my ribs.”

“Vegeta, that’s where your kidneys are!”

“I am AWARE of that.”

“That’s… Really bad,” Bulma said, worry increasing again. He clearly thought that the feeling was normal, that everyone had it and that, at most, he just got it more often than most people did. He thought it was normal, which meant he felt it all the time. He was consistently damaging himself all the time. He WAS holding his bladder until it overflowed, but since the mental block was so strong, instead of it spraying out of him, it moved back UP. “H—How often does that—“

“It’s only when I’m… Uh… ‘Bursting’.”

When did Vegeta actually CONSIDER himself to be ‘bursting’? Doubtless long after anyone else would have. “That’s… I don’t have that happen. Ever. Not even when it’s an emergency. That isn’t supposed to happen.”

Vegeta thought that over for a second, then decided “It must only happen to Saiyans.”

Bulma didn’t think so. If the pain was so bad that it made Vegeta yell, then if GOKU had ever felt it, he would have TALKED about it. Bulma had seen Goku desperate plenty of times, and he was VOCAL. She knew that, if he’d ever experienced back pain, he would have mentioned it. “Does this happen to Goku?”

Vegeta shrugged. When he’d been fused with Kakarot, one of the first things he’d been asked was ‘Vegeta, why do I feel it in my back?!’ So, he figured that meant he was unfamiliar with it. “Well, no. But that is to be expected. As you saw, my ability to restrain myself far exceeds that of Kakarot.“

Bulma sighed. “I doubt that’s the only reas—“

Bulma was cut off by a knock on the bedroom door. Bulma went to open it, finding Trunks, still in his pajamas, holding his pillow against himself. His expression was troubled, brows furrowed, cheeks pink, eyes wide.

“It’s early, Trunks,” she said. “Are you alright?”

Trunks just stood there. After a few seconds, he started to shake his head.

“What’s wrong?”

Trunks squeezed his pillow harder. “I… Um… I… Can I talk to Dad?”

Bulma wasn’t sure what Trunks thought he’d GET out of that. He was obviously upset about something, and Vegeta didn’t even know how to have discussions like that. (Case in point; the one Trunks had just interrupted.) Bulma nodded anyway, and encouraged Vegeta to go speak with their son.

Out in the hallway, Vegeta abruptly demanded; “What is it?”

Trunks fidgeted in place, fingers digging into the material of his pillow. “Um… Dad… I… Uh… I…”

“Out with it,” Vegeta said. “I haven’t got all day.”

Trunks flinched. “It’s… I just… It’s… I…”

“If you don’t explain yourself, I’m just going to—“ Vegeta stopped abruptly, noticing Trunks’s eyes starting to shine with tears. Dammit… Why the Hell did it have to hurt HIM so much to see TRUNKS upset? For whatever reason, it pained him greatly. It made him feel like HE was the one who’d been hurt. Maddening. He made his voice sound as gentle as he could, which he knew still wasn’t particularly warm, but it was better than how he usually spoke. “Trunks, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

Gah, now Vegeta sounded like Kakarot did when he was trying to get him to admit he needed something.

“I…” Trunks sniffled. “I… I peed the bed…” he confessed.

Oh…

Recollections of that awful night flooded back to Vegeta. The abysmal shame that had coursed through him, the horror at the realization that such a thing could even HAPPEN to him, the humiliation, the failure, the memories of Frieza…

His earlier fears that Trunks could develop his own ‘problem’ slammed into him as well. THIS could make Trunks associate urination with embarrassment and weakness. THAT was how it started, Trunks could end up inheriting the one thing Vegeta didn’t want to pass down to him.

Vegeta couldn’t let that happen… “This is the first time you’ve done it since you were very little,” he stated. There. THAT should make Trunks feel better! Since it had been so long, he’d realize this was a fluke— Just like how Vegeta’s one indiscretion had been a fluke— He’d be able to move on and forget about it, like Vegeta was trying to.

But, instead, Trunks just cried more. “I know! Why’s it happening again?!”

Okay, so that wasn’t the right thing to say… Vegeta TRIED to remember what HIS father had said to him the couple times he’d wet the bed as a toddler. Had father said anything? He couldn’t recall it, it was SO long ago! All he could remember was what Frieza had said!

“It’s alright, Trunks,” Vegeta said. He was trying to do the OPPOSITE of Frieza, but he felt so far out of his depth. Frieza’s treatment of him over his one accident and couple bed-wetting incidents was largely responsible for his bladder breaking. He was sure that doing the REVERSE would keep Trunks’s confidence from shattering, but just repeating ‘It’s okay’ to him over and over again didn’t seem to be doing much good.

“It’s NOT,” Trunks kept insisting. “I’m WAY too old to do this! Goten doesn’t even do it, and he’s younger!”

The worst part was that Vegeta could think of one thing he could say now that WOULD make Trunks feel a whole lot better…

No way in Hell could he say it, though.

He’d never be able to look his son in the eye afterwards.

So, he kept telling Trunks that it would be alright, that he’d likely never do it again, that he could wash off and pretend it hadn’t ever happened. But, none of it was cheering Trunks up, he was just blushing, shaking and radiating shame.

WHY had he asked for Vegeta?! Bulma was SO much better at these… ‘emotion’ things! The ONLY other thing he could think to tell Trunks was COMPLETELY off-limits! Trunks saw Vegeta exactly how Vegeta always WANTED to be seen. In Trunks’s eyes, Vegeta was the strongest, the coolest, the best. Trunks looked up to him, he couldn’t tarnish that view, especially not with something THIS disgraceful!

“Goten’s gonna find out when we fuse,” Trunks sniffled. “He’s gonna make fun of me.”

“Wha—“

“I won’t be able to stop thinking about it!” Trunks said. “He’ll hear my thoughts, and he’ll know!”

That WAS a cause for concern. What if Vegeta ever had to fuse with Kakarot again? Vegeta wouldn’t deliberately think about that night, of course, he wanted to forget all about it! But, sometimes when he tried NOT to think of something, it became all he COULD think about. He knew what would happen, he’d fuse with Kakarot and, no matter what else was going on, the first thing on his mind would be; ‘Don’t you dare think about that night you wet the bed.’

And Kakarot would respond; ‘What?! You wet the bed, Vegeta?!’

He could easily imagine Trunks doing the same thing, and he fused with Goten all the time, even when it wasn’t necessary. For some reason, he ENJOYED doing it.

“Well…” Vegeta struggled for a second. “Goten is Kakarot’s spawn, he probably DOES wet the bed all the time, but he just doesn’t tell you.”

Trunks shook his head, sniffling. “No, we were in the time chamber together for months, remember? He NEVER did it.” His breath hitched. “He’s going to laugh!”

Gaaah, what was Vegeta SUPPOSED to say?! Was he supposed to just tell Trunks that this WASN’T something to be ashamed of? He’d be lying to him! It WAS shameful! It was pathetic, it was weak and—

Vegeta realized he was only thinking those things in relation to HIMSELF. He saw HIMSELF as pathetic, weak and shameful for wetting the bed, but he didn’t actually see TRUNKS that way at all. He didn’t think he was capable of viewing Trunks as weak. Trunks was HIS son, any child of his would HAVE to be amazing.

Trunks probably wasn’t capable of viewing HIM as weak, either. He was his dad…

“I—It’s okay,” Vegeta said again. “It was just— One time, and it’s… Fine that it happened to you at this age.” Shit, was he really going to do this? Wasn’t there ANYTHING else he could say instead?! “It… It even happened to me once.”

Trunks rubbed some tears from his face. “When you were EIGHT?”

Vegeta felt some tension ease. Not much, but enough to be noticeable. It was so rare he experienced that sort of sensation that it took him by surprise for a second. Maybe he could get away with NOT telling the full truth here. “Yes. I was the same age as you,” he rushed out. “Exactly. I was eight.”

“Really?” Trunks looked up at him, and he DID seem to believe it. Good. Vegeta was NOT going to admit how old he’d actually been, and he didn’t NEED to. “You were out in space then, right?”

Vegeta glanced away. “Yes. I was in space. Because I was eight.”

“Were you dreaming about waterfalls? I was, and then I—“

“Such details are not important!” Vegeta interrupted. “Wha—What IS important is… I figured out how to stop it from EVER happening again— That was really easy for me, of course. I’m probably the first person that’s ever come up with something like—“

“How?” Trunks whined. “I don’t wanna do it again…”

“It’s easy,” Vegeta said. “In your dream, were there others with you?”

“Yeah, Goten was there.”

“But, did you sense his chi?”

Trunks didn’t reply for a second, then he shook his head. “I didn’t. That’s how to tell if I’m dreaming, right?”

“Yes,” Vegeta said. “So just… Pay attention to that, and you won’t have this problem anymo—“

“Wait… But, I thought you couldn’t sense chi until after you met Goten’s dad… And by then you were way older than—“

“I— I used a different method back then! I— Had my scouter still, and— It was VERY advanced technology, so if you went to sleep with it on you’d be able to see the readings in your dreams.”

“Oh,” Trunks said. “Do you still have one? I wanna try tha—“

“My last one got destroyed a long time ago,” Vegeta said. “And, Earth doesn’t seem to have the materials needed to make more.”

“Aw… Well, I feel better anyway. Thanks, Dad!”

***

When Vegeta went back to his bedroom, Bulma asked what had been wrong. “Trunks had an… He got his sheets wet,” Vegeta explained. Somehow, admitting that Trunks had peed his bed took almost as much out of him as admitting that HE’D done it… “I taught him how to tell whether he’s dreaming or not.”

“Alright,” Bulma said. “Is he okay?”

“I guess so.”

“And… did you remember HOW to load the washer?”

“… Huh?”

“Please tell me you DIDN’T just leave all the wet sheets in his room.”

“I didn’t go to his room. Was I supposed to do that?”

“YES, Vegeta! When your son wets the bed, you’re SUPPOSED to help him clean up!”

“How was I supposed to know that?!”

Bulma rolled her eyes. “A very ancient and powerful technique called ‘common sense’!”

“… Okay, so I take the sheets off his bed, and then what do I—“

Bulma trudged to the door, “FINE. I’ll do it!”

***

After everything with Trunks, Vegeta had forgotten about the conversation he and Bulma had been having. But, Bulma remembered it perfectly well. She remembered that Vegeta was putting himself at risk of serious harm.

He… Did that all of the time, though. He took off to fight people that were able to deal him all sorts of horrible injuries, and he did it with a smirk on his face. Then, when all was said and done and he’d gotten so battered that he could barely move, he’d eat a senzu bean or have Dende heal him so that he could do it all over again.

Risking his life and well-being was just how Vegeta operated. Bulma had needed to learn to live with that, it was the way of life for most of her friends.

That meant she should stop worrying about the damage he was causing his urinary system. Breaking his body parts was just what Vegeta DID. But, with this one thing, Bulma couldn’t let it go. It took her a while to figure out why it bothered her so much, when she just kind of accepted all the other dangerous things Vegeta did.

The senzu bean had been unable to cure his infection, which indicated the beans wouldn’t fix any health problems that arose from this. If Vegeta ruptured his bladder, or anything like that, she didn’t even know if Dende would be able to heal him afterwards. He’d need to be brought to an actual hospital, which he’d HATE. And, if he made himself seriously sick, if he had an infection that spread to his kidneys, and it became fatal…

The dragon balls couldn’t bring people back to life if they died from natural causes.

She knew she was probably over-dramatizing. The odds of Vegeta literally DYING from complications relating to his bladder-issue were very, very low. The worst case scenario was, more likely, hospitalization and all that that would entail for him. She tried to picture how Vegeta might emotionally HANDLE being in the emergency room while a group of medical professionals devoted all of their attention to him and his bladder’s functions.

She couldn’t imagine him even being ABLE to handle it.

But, he’d never needed to go to the hospital over this before, AND he was slowly getting better. Realistically, he was going to be fine. The worst wouldn’t come to pass.

It still disturbed her that his problem was evidently SO severe that he couldn’t even have an accident when his body desperately NEEDED him to. It made her want to step up the effort in curing him. It made her want to push him farther, to find a way to rid him of this once and for all.

But, it all felt so precarious. Too much, and he’d likely go backwards again. Too little, and he wouldn’t improve. This was probably the same sort of dilemma he faced when deciding how best to train his body, only even more complicated because SHE was trying to train his brain to act in a new way.

Bulma had to shove him a little further from his comfort zone. He still had never made any ATTEMPT to use a public restroom. He ALWAYS flew home instead. She could do absolutely NOTHING to convince him to try. Every time she suggested it, he scoffed “What’s the point? It will take me less than a minute to get home from here.” She always argued that it still sounded like an awful hassle, but that did no good.

Bulma was going to find some way to get him to try it. Even if he wasn’t able to go— If he just TRIED, that would be a step up from where he was now.

There apparently WAS a degree of desperation that was so severe it took away Vegeta’s ability to fly. She’d been able to figure that much out, since sometimes when they argued about it, he’d accidentally bark something out like “If I don’t leave NOW, it might not work later!” Bulma didn’t know how she’d be able to keep him grounded until he REACHED that point, though. And, it would also be extremely cruel to him.

She needed to get him somewhere far, FAR away from the house, and preferably somewhere that wasn’t near any kind of wilderness— Vegeta was apparently so uncomfortable with Earth’s public restrooms that he had an easier time relieving himself outside. She then needed to make sure he STAYED there for a while.

All the times they’d needed to gather dragon balls, they’d ended up going all over the place. If she sent Vegeta out to get them, then she was sure that at SOME point he’d be in a situation where he’d NEED to try using a public toilet.

That would work. She’d tell him she wanted them collected just in case they needed them soon. She’d insist Goku go with him, since whatever Goku was doing to assist him WAS helping. With any luck, he’d be FORCED to push himself like she wanted.

***

“What do you even want the balls for?” Vegeta demanded. “And do I HAVE to go with that damned Kakarot?!”

“Just in case,” Bulma said. “Probably best to have them on-hand if anything happens and we need the dragon, right? And Goku already HAS some of them, so you may as well take him along.”

“Well, why do I have to get them?”

“Because, if we end up needing to fight someone for a couple, we need someone STRONG to do that.”

“Fine…” Vegeta huffed. “Guess you HAVE to send me, then…”

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Kakarot already had four of the dragon balls, giving them a decent head-start. For the next one, they had to travel far up to the North, and Vegeta ran into his first major problem then. As the temperature around him dropped, it became much harder to fly. The freezing wind made his skin prickle and sting. They’d gotten coats for the weather, but it wasn’t helping too much.

Kakarot somehow managed not to be phased by the cold. HE was flying just fine. Unacceptable. Vegeta could handle this WAY better than Kakarot…

“I came up here once when I was little,” Goku said. “The plane I was in crashed, but this girl dug me out of the snow, and—“ He paused, looking behind himself. Vegeta was lagging, and… fidgeting. “Are you okay?”

“F—Fine, Kakarot…” Vegeta insisted. “C—Can we j—just get this d—done?”

They landed, and Vegeta didn’t feel any better once he was out of the air. He shook and shivered violently, hopping between his feet to try to warm his legs up some. He crossed his arms and rubbed them.

Kakarot remaining so unbothered by the cold just infuriated him. Kakarot didn’t look distressed at all, as if he plodded through ice-boxes all the time…

Kakarot looked at him, gaze stilling on his legs. “Um, Vegeta… If you need to go, you CAN just tell me, remember?”

Vegeta noticed what he was doing, and that it probably DID look like he was desperate to relieve himself. He didn’t need to pee at all, though. Well… Maybe a little, the uncontrollable shivers were sort of irritating his bladder and making its walls squeeze inwards, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

If he managed to piss out here it would probably freeze to his dick on the way out anyway.

“Th—That’s not a concern n—now, Kakarot,” Vegeta said irritably. “Where is the st—stupid ball?”

Goku paused. Vegeta REALLY looked like he was desperate. He hoped his friend wasn’t intending to hold it until they had the last three balls gathered. That could take a while… He could also sense Vegeta’s chi kind of wavering. Not a lot, but enough to be noticeable. That didn’t usually happen.

Goku felt a little silly a moment later. When Vegeta needed to pee, he generally LOOKED like he was just really cold. The coat he had on wasn’t enough to keep him warm. Goku felt fine with what he had on, but he’d never been in this area with Vegeta before, he didn’t know how well he handled such things. “You’re cold?” He asked.

“O—Of course n—not,” Vegeta insisted, rubbing his arms more frantically. He was starting to wonder if he should start charging an energy attack. He didn’t have anything to throw it at, but his body always heated up really fast when he did that.

“It’s fine if you are. The first time I was up here I nearly froze to death,” Kakarot said. “Like I said, somebody had to carry me inside. If you wanna warm up, you can walk close to me and I can put my arm around y—“

“I would rather die of hypothermia!” Vegeta interrupted, horrified. Gah! He would never… NEVER ‘cuddle’ with Kakarot! No way in Hell! He only even let BULMA do that when he was too sleepy to put up a fuss about it.

“Hippo— Thermite—“

“It means that I would prefer freezing to death over… Doing THAT with the likes of you.”

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” Kakarot asked. “It’s not like we’ve never touched each oth—“

“N—Not l—like th—that!” Vegeta snapped. “I w—will let you p—punch me, I w—will let you kick m—me, but I w—will NEVER let you—“

“Hug you?” Kakarot guessed.

Vegeta grumbled, shaking more as a blisteringly cold breeze picked up around them. Actually, now he felt like he really DID need to pee, and it was worsening quickly Doubtless the awful temperature was responsible, making his bladder contract every time he shuddered. All the more reason to get out of here. “Wh—Where’s the damn—“

“This way,” Kakarot said. “Are you sure you’re okay like that?”

“I—I’m f—fine, Kakarot! Stop asking!”

“Because, if you wanted me to help you warm up, I won’t tell anybody.”

“Yes, but I w—would know,” Vegeta said. “And th—that would be enough.”

The dragon radar pinged, showing the ball was located underwater.

“Dammit…” Vegeta muttered. Shaking hands went to remove his coat.

“What are you doing?!” Kakarot asked. “Let me get it, you’re—“

“You don’t think I can handle a little cold?” Vegeta demanded, furious. “B—Because I c-can!” He started to unbutton his coat— Tried to, anyway. His fingers didn’t really feel like bending, and they were shaking a bit too much for him to control what he was doing. His body felt strange, his chi was still shuddering, his vision was sort of foggy, and his need to urinate was spiking sharply.

But, he HAD to make himself do this. He’d never felt this cold before, had never felt like his blood was turning solid. It felt so awful that he knew if he didn’t fight through it now, he’d never build up a tolerance to it. What if there came a day where he NEEDED to endure a little cold to win a battle? He couldn’t let an opponent defeat him because his body had trouble coping with low temperatures. If he went underwater now, got himself all wet when he was already so cold, then he’d be training himself. If he waited to the side while Kakarot did it, he’d accomplish nothing.

Once his coat was off, something in the back of his mind started to scream that he was being ridiculous, that Kakarot was right, that what he was about to do was dangerous and would end terribly. Glacial air nipped at his arms and he hesitated when he was about to remove his gloves. He knew it would take them ages to dry if he wore them in the water, but his hands were…

Screw it, his hands needed to be trained as well. He tore them off, his fingers stinging with the bitter frost. He needed to push through this, this was just another form of training. “S—See?” He said. “Perfectly f—fine!” He got into the water, and he immediately felt like he was being chewed apart, bitten into. His bladder spasmed in response to every piercing jolt of subzero chills. He ignored every pain as best he could, determined to make it through.

Goku watched in dismay. Sometimes, he couldn’t understand Vegeta at all. This was one of those times. What was so bad about just admitting he was too cold and letting Goku handle this? What was he trying to prove? Goku KNEW he was struggling, so why did he need to—

That was probably IT… Goku KNOWING that he was having trouble, that was why he was so hellbent on proving otherwise. Perhaps Goku should have pretended not to notice Vegeta’s shivering? Would that have—

Vegeta’s chi wavered again, and Goku was alarmed, but he saw his friend come back up from under the water a second later. Vegeta tossed the dragon ball to the ground and frantically pulled his coat back on, then his gloves, struggling with both thanks to his numb, spasming hands. Goku almost went over to help him when he finally managed it himself.

“H—Ha, th—there!” Vegeta said, barely able to get the words out past how much his teeth were chattering. “T—To—Told y—you I—I c—could—“ Vegeta stopped, curling over on himself slightly and rubbing his arms up and down.

“Y—Yeah…” Goku said, cautiously coming closer. He wished he had a blanket… “You did it! Good j—“

Vegeta ducked beside Goku and leaned into him urgently, pressing their bodies together. It was like he was acting entirely on instinct, trying to warm himself in whatever way he could, hardly aware of what he was doing.

Goku put his arm around him and guided him in closer. He had a feeling that saying anything would end poorly for him.

Sure enough, he heard Vegeta mumbling “Wh—What th—the Hell am I d—doing?” But, he did not pull away.

“Just, try and warm up,” Goku encouraged. “Let’s sit over here…”

Moments later, they were resting further back in the forest, Vegeta still shaking intensely against Goku’s side.

“D—Dammit, that was st—stupid, wasn’t it?” Vegeta asked.

“Um…” Goku considered. “Are you gonna hit me if I agree with you?”

“Later,” Vegeta said. “My hands are… They won’t move. They’re too numb.”

“Why did you do that?”

Vegeta did his best to explain it, still fighting to speak properly. “J—Just realized I h—have to b—build up my tolerance. I—If you’re h—here without a problem, th—then—“

“Well, I’ve COME here lots of times,” Kakarot said. “Ever since I was little, of course I got used to it. You will t—“

“I— I’m bad with cold,” Vegeta interrupted. “A s—summer day on Earth f—feels like winter on Pl—Planet Vegeta. I—It was always hot th—there. A—And a lot of the planets I’ve b—been to have been cl—close to stars. I’ve n—never adapted to Earth’s climate.

“… And you thought you would if you shocked your body enough?” Goku guessed. That… Sort of made sense, in a way. He could see why Vegeta would think that it would work, that if he made himself as cold as he could possibly get, any future chills would feel like nothing by comparison.

“Y—Yes,” Vegeta said. “I d—don’t think it worked. Ev—Everything feels… My hands esp—especially have always—“

“Ohhh,” Goku said. “So that’s why you never take your gloves off, your hands are just always cold.”

Vegeta managed to glare, the effect somewhat diminished by his shuddering. “Kakarot… What do you THINK gloves are for?”

“Well, when you wear them in the summer, I—“

“B—Because, I’ll g—give you a hint; Th—They aren’t a food.”

“I KNOW that,” Goku sighed. “Just… Try and feel better, okay?”

“Fine…” Vegeta huffed. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Pressed up against Kakarot, dammit… Why did Kakarot have to be so fucking warm? It was drawing him in, like some kind of curse had been put on him. Why did his eyelids have to feel so heavy, why did he have to be so tired…

“So, you never saw snow before you came to Earth?”

Vegeta shook his head sleepily.

“Aw, that’s too bad. It’s lots of fun.”

Vegeta couldn’t think of any reason that this freezing, damp stuff could be ‘fun’. It made the ground a little softer, but that was the only positive.

When Goku noticed Vegeta’s breathing evening out, he realized he’d fallen asleep. Goku panicked for a second, but Vegeta’s chi felt normal again so he figured he was alright. He just needed some rest.

Vegeta still shook occasionally in his sleep, fidgeting against Goku more and more. Being embraced by Vegeta like that felt really strange. Not in a bad way, since Goku liked hugs. It was just so unfamiliar when it came from Vegeta. Vegeta was NOT cuddly. He was, perhaps, the LEAST cuddly person Goku could name. Bulma said that the first time SHE’D ever embraced him had been “like trying to hug a cactus that is screaming at you”.

Goku knew he was only doing this now because he was so cold, and that he wasn’t aware of what his body did when he was asleep. He’d NEVER nuzzle Goku like this if he was alert and warm.

Goku was actually a little nervous about how Vegeta would react once he HAD woken up and seen what he was doing. He prepared himself for accusations, and a whole lot of threats. Goku was sleepy too, though. He could deal with that later…

***

Vegeta was on Frieza’s space-ship. How the Hell did he end up back here again? Frieza was dead, and Vegeta hadn’t been employed by him for a long time. 

Hold on…

Vegeta shut his eyes and focused. He failed to pick up on Frieza’s energy, nor could he sense anyone else that he was sure would be aboard this ship. Of course, this was a dream. He should have realized that to begin with.

Ever since Vegeta had learned how to tell if he was dreaming, he’d come to really enjoy it. He knew he could NEVER repeat the humiliation of that awful night again, if he had to pee and knew he was asleep, then he’d force himself awake somehow.

But, aside from that, being AWARE of his dreams meant that he was a lot more in control of them. Once he realized he was asleep, that meant he could do ANYTHING he wanted, and nothing could stand in his way.

So far, he’d dreamt about transforming into a Super Saiyan 3 ten times, about utterly wiping the floor with Kakarot fifteen times, and about killing Frieza thirty times.

Since THIS dream was set on Frieza’s ship, Vegeta already knew what he was going to do. Now, what would be the best way to kill Frieza this time? So far, his favorite dreams had been the ones in which he’d humiliated Frieza in some way. Usually, he did this by completely overpowering him and forcing him to beg for mercy while dozens watched. “No— Please, great Prince Vegeta! You’re too strong! Please let me live! I promise, I’ll obey you for the rest of my life!”

Smirking to himself, Vegeta decided he’d enter the boardroom. When he’d ACTUALLY worked for Frieza, there had often been long, tedious meetings there where Frieza yammered about the solar systems he wished to conquer. By killing him in THAT room, Vegeta would have an audience, plus he’d get to destroy a part of Frieza’s ship along with him.

If only he’d learned how to tell his dreams and reality apart sooner. This was so much fun! Plus, he hadn’t had a SINGLE nightmare since he’d started doing this.

… Not that Vegeta even HAD nightmares to begin with. Of course he didn’t! How could he, when nothing scared him?

He headed to the boardroom. Frieza was stood at the front, the Ginyus seated before him, along with Nappa and Raditz. Frieza paused his speech to shoot Vegeta a very sharp glare. “My, my, how nice of you to finally join us, Vegeta.”

Stupid, smarmy little… Vegeta was going to ENJOY this…

Frieza kept scowling, “You know, I could kill you right now for your lateness. But, I won’t do it this time. Consider this your only warning.”

Vegeta didn’t reply. Frieza’s words sounded oddly familiar to him, like he’d heard them once before, but that didn’t faze him. He wasn’t the one in danger of death right now. He raised one arm out and opened his palm, preparing to gather some energy. He was going to shoot Frieza and severely damage this room, but he wasn’t going to kill him just yet. He wanted Frieza to beg first. The begging was the best par—

Wait… Why wasn’t this…

Confused, Vegeta tried to concentrate again. He couldn’t figure out why the energy sphere hadn’t started to form yet. This was HIS dream, he controlled everything that happened in it, right? And, right now all he wanted was—

“What are you doing?” Frieza snapped. “Sit down, or I’m going to reconsider my decision to let you live.”

Still perplexed, Vegeta found himself following Frieza’s order. Obeying Frieza again! Even when he knew full-well that this was a dream!

It was, wasn’t it?

Or, were all of his OTHER memories the dream? Had he just gone to sleep on Frieza’s ship one night and imagined everything that happened afterwards? He couldn’t sense anyone around him, but back when he’d worked for Frieza he just hadn’t been able to feel other people’s chi at all…

Again, he tried to focus once more. He COULD sense some energy, faintly. He could sense Kakarot was somewhere close by. He had no idea how he’d managed to fall asleep next to Kakarot, but knowing he was THERE was enough proof that this WAS just a dream.

And, since it was a dream, Vegeta could do whatever he wanted! Why wouldn’t his attacks work? Why—

He suddenly became aware of something a little more irritating than the fact that his dream wasn’t cooperating with him. His bladder was aching, and a piercing throb made him tense up. He felt his neck prickle, being desperate in front of Frieza— even a FAKE Frieza conjured up by his imagination— was never a good thing.

Right. Time to wake up, then. Vegeta thought he’d gotten good at rousing himself whenever he had to go in a dream. He’d just force his chi to spike, which would get his adrenaline pumping. He’d be wide awake within a few seconds.

Except, just as he hadn’t been able to build any energy up in his palm, he couldn’t get it to flare through his body, either. For some reason, he couldn’t control his chi at all. He felt disconnected from his body somehow— From part of it, anyway. He was feeling a little TOO connected to his bladder at the moment.

He tried pinching his thigh, which did absolutely nothing. So, instead he tried punching his chest. He still didn’t wake up, and only earned another glare from Frieza. “It would be wise of you to hold still while I am speaking.”

Vegeta was furious with himself for nodding. He knew this wasn’t the real Frieza, that the real one was dead and gone, and that this facsimile couldn’t do anything to him. Yet, Vegeta felt intimidated by that hissing, firm voice anyway. Not being able to use his powers, not being able to control his dream like he usually could, it was leaving him confused and uncomfortable.

Having a full bladder just made it worse, and it enraged him to know that all he had to do to ALLEVIATE the burgeoning pressure was to wake himself up. If he simply OPENED HIS EYES then he’d be able to take care of this. He pinched himself once more, but remained trapped here.

Frieza was beginning to display some holographic images of some planet he wanted conquered. Naturally, since Vegeta’s brain hated him for some reason, the planet was covered in waterfalls, geysers and lakes. All of the things Vegeta DIDN’T want to think about.

Vegeta thought he recognized that planet, actually. He could remember the mission he’d gone on to it. He wished he didn’t. He’d been lucky enough to have the opportunity to pee right before getting into his space-pod, but by the time they’d arrived he sort of wanted to go again. ‘Sort of wanting’ to pee turned into ‘desperately needing’ to pee rather quickly when surrounded by so much water.

Raditz and Nappa had relieved themselves several times while Vegeta tried his best to ignore the pangs and keep still. It got so bad that a tiny part of him started to wonder if he should just forget about his ‘image’ for a second and let himself go the next time they stopped. He’d been disgusted by the thought, but when a few more hours passed as he was walking with his knees together and his tail twisting in every direction, he realized the others might notice how uncomfortable he was.

He’d decided it would be best to just go, before it got worse, before his behavior became too obvious. So, when Raditz and Nappa stopped, Vegeta was about to say something like “I suppose I’ll go too, since you both insist on wasting so much time.” To his dismay, he found that the words wouldn’t come out, instead there was just this… Weird feeling. The same one he’d gotten when he was little and had seen Frieza threatening his father.

The feeling had shamed him greatly and, unwilling to risk it taking roost inside him, he turned around and resolved to hold it. He COULD hold it, he shouldn’t have even been considering peeing out here. He was stronger than Nappa and Raditz combined, HE could wait until the end of the mission. He wasn’t so weak that he had to relieve his bladder right here. Where… Where Raditz and Nappa would both—

He was STRONGER than them, he was going to prove it by not peeing. How DARE he even THINK about going here?! He didn’t need to! He never needed to! He was too powerful to have needs! As Vegeta told himself these things, the weird feeling faded away from him. His bladder still hurt, and the inescapable sight and sound of running water was making him utterly miserable, but the pressure blaring within him was far better than that OTHER sensation.

When the other two finished up, and Raditz had commented that he couldn’t believe Vegeta STILL didn’t have to go, Vegeta folded his arms and said; “Of course I don’t! I’m far more disciplined than EITHER of you! You’re lucky I even allow you to take breaks like this!”

That had made Vegeta feel somewhat better, but he was wary of what would happen if they didn’t finish soon. Sometimes, Vegeta squirmed around when he was desperate and no one was near him. So far, he’d never slipped up and done that with a witness. At worst, he’d fidgeted his legs a little but if he shouted that he’d gotten a cramp, that was enough to ward off suspicion.

With as urgent as his need was getting, he’d begun to get genuinely concerned that his condition would become obvious before long.

He’d managed to stay in control until he was back in his pod, free to writhe as much as he damn well pleased. Through the entirety of the ride, he was twisting and squeezing and clenching his eyes closed. He was ashamed to even have his OWN eyes on himself as he flailed so blatantly. Before long, he had both hands pinned between his legs, along with his tail. His tail kind of HURT, but he needed everything he had to quell the pressure.

A few times, his bladder had throbbed so harshly that he nearly opened communications to tell Nappa and Raditz that he wanted to stop. His hand simply hovered over the button though, shaking. If he did that, the other Saiyans would know that he had needs… They’d know he was mortifyingly desperate to satiate one of them, they’d think he wasn’t so impressive after all.

He could wait… Of course he could. He should be ASHAMED for doubting himself, even for a second!

He’d made it back, finally. Standing up out of his pod was one of the worst pains ever, and he felt almost dizzy as he fought against the urge to KEEP squirming. He shook from head to toe, his legs welded against each other, but he was confident that it DIDN’T look like he had to pee.

He received confirmation when Nappa had stood beside him, “Vegeta…? You cold?”

“V—Very,” Vegeta nodded. His jaw hadn’t been able to stop spasming from the tension, making him stutter. That probably made it more believable. “You and Raditz go notify Frieza o—of our s—success. I m—must get myself s—something warm to drink.” He didn’t want to even THINK about drinks right now, but it was the only excuse he was able to come up with.

“Okay,” Nappa had said. “Frieza’s gonna be mad if you don’t show up t—“

“He can d—deal with that himself. I’ll b—be there in a few minutes.” As Nappa and Raditz both left, Vegeta struggled to think of where the nearest place was that he could relieve himself. They’d had a base on this planet for a while, but Vegeta’s sleeping quarters were quite some distance away. The CLOSEST spot was probably the bar, but that place was always so crowded, and the thought of someone seeing him rush to the facilities made that stupid feeling come back.

He’d forced himself to fly all the way back to his sleeping area, trying to ignore all of the pains inside his body begging for him to just stop and piss on the ground. He would never do that! What if someone saw? They’d think he wasn’t strong enough to hold it! He WAS strong enough, just a little further…

He’d become truly frantic once he was at last in front of a toilet with the door locked. He was tearing at his clothes and jumping in place, the final few seconds of desperation even more extreme than everything leading up to it. Finally, he was out, free to go, and grimacing with the effort it took not to moan at how good it felt.

It had ended up taking him so long to finish that his legs were numb by the time it was over. He’d known he’d always remember that mission as one of the worst he’d ever gone on. Even the meeting Frieza had held BEFORE it had been absolutely miserable for h—

Vegeta suddenly had an idea of why he couldn’t escape from this dream, and of why he wasn’t able to exert much control over what happened in it. This wasn’t JUST a dream, this was one of his memories being replayed. Years ago, Vegeta really HAD gotten desperate during one of Frieza’s meetings, and that meeting had been in regards to the stupid water planet mission that had tortured his bladder.

In real life, when this had actually happened, Vegeta had showed up late BECAUSE he’d needed to pee. He’d been trying to go before heading to the meeting, but all of the restrooms on the ship had people near them who’d see him go in. So, he’d run out of time, gotten here late, been threatened by Frieza, and nervously sat down to avoid enraging the tyrant further.

Then, he’d had to hold it for SEVERAL more long hours while Frieza babbled…

Vegeta had no intention of reliving that, so he concentrated once more on waking himself up. He still couldn’t grab hold of his energy, though, couldn’t send it shooting through his body, couldn’t ignite the flood of adrenaline that he KNEW would have him up and alert right away.

He didn’t understand why his adrenaline hadn’t started pumping on its OWN yet. Surely the idea of wetting himself in his sleep again should have done it. Could he control this dream enough to make something show up that would startle him?

Vegeta certainly wasn’t afraid of worms, because THAT would be ridiculous, but maybe if a giant one suddenly slammed through the wall or something, it would be so surprising that—

His bladder spasmed roughly again. He clenched his thighs up and bounced one of his legs rapidly. He glanced surreptitiously around the room to ensure no one was watching, then felt rather silly. It wouldn’t matter if anyone was looking at him. No one in this room was real. He could squirm as much as he wanted.

He crossed his legs back and forth and allowed his hands to knead themselves against his crotch. As he shifted, his urgency dissipated slightly. This indicated that, back in the real world, he was probably fidgeting around in his sleep. That gave him some pause. He could still sense Kakarot, so if he WAS wriggling, Kakarot might notice—

Kakarot might notice and SHOVE him until he woke the Hell up…

Vegeta would welcome that outcome, even if Kakarot was likely to say something stupid to him once he was awake. (“Vegeta, get up! Hurry! I think you have to pee really bad!”)

Vegeta allowed himself to squirm more, wriggling his legs and tightening his grip on his crotch. He hoped that his body in the waking world was moving in a similar way, and anticipated the feeling of Kakarot jerking him by the shoulders.

“Vegeta!” Frieza snapped suddenly.

Vegeta froze, and was disappointed when the shock of being yelled at didn’t jar him awake.

“I believe I already told you to hold still,” Frieza said. “Do NOT make me ask you again.”

Vegeta nodded, “I apologize, Lord Frieza,” he said. “Just… Just a cramp.” This was another part of the memory. In real life, Vegeta HAD started to fidget, maybe not quite to THIS degree, but enough to garner Frieza’s ire. In real life, when he’d been called out on his squirming, he’d instantly felt so humiliated that he’d spat out the first excuse he could come up with.

“I don’t care if you’re uncomfortable,” Frieza said. “Stop distracting me.”

“Won’t happen again,” Vegeta said. And, he actually tried to still himself. He had no idea why. Frieza couldn’t harm him here. In fact, maybe provoking Frieza into lashing out would give him the adrenaline rush he needed to get out of here. For some reason, Vegeta just kept repeating the same actions he could recall making when this event had actually taken place.

He knew what to anticipate if he didn’t wake himself up. Several more hours of impatiently holding it as he tried not to contort too obviously. By the end, he was going to be curled up on himself, as close to the table in front of him as he could get, to shield the iron grip he had on his dick. At last, they would be dismissed, but he still wouldn’t be freed from his torment for at least one MORE hour as he struggled to find a restroom door no one would witness him going through.

And after that… His bladder contracted hard as he was able to remember how good it had felt to pee that day. He remembered how he’d shivered with relief, how he’d needed to keep a hand against the wall to stabilize himself, how it had gone on for minutes and he’d needed a few seconds to compose himself afterwards.

Recalling all of that wasn’t doing him any favors now. Agony flared against his opening and he doubled forwards, a leak sloshing out of him. He felt the warmth encasing his dick and knew that the loss of control hadn’t only been in his imagination. In the real world, he’d just peed a bit onto himself. He HAD to wake up NOW—

He was going to provoke Frieza again. Scaring himself awake was the only thing he hadn’t tried yet. And, he WANTED to squirm some more anyway. When another leak ebbed out of him he tensed his lower muscles and crossed his legs before allowing them to bounce. Either he’d make the dream Frieza angry enough to try to kill him, or he’d fidget enough that Kakarot would notice and wake him. This would work…

Only, NOW Frieza suddenly wasn’t looking at him at all. Instead, he was addressing the Ginyus directly.

Vegeta knew how to GET his attention. He just had to SAY something. Complain, out loud, about how badly he needed to pee. He didn’t even need to feel humiliated doing it, none of this was real!

But, it seemed Vegeta could not openly discuss his bladder even in his dreams. When he tried to speak, his throat tightened up and all he managed was a pained moan that coincided with another warm rush of liquid soaking his inner thighs. He couldn’t stop leaking, and that was alarming. In real life, when this had ACTUALLY happened, he hadn’t spilled a drop before getting to the toilet.

Frieza turned to look at him, and a smile tugged at his lips rather than the deadly scowl Vegeta had been hoping for. THIS hadn’t happened in real life, either. At no point had Frieza smirked at him like that…

Vegeta made himself sit up straighter, his abdominal muscles squeezing hard against each other, bearing down on the heavy knot of liquid aching for release. He was slowly losing it now, a small drip emerging every second. He couldn’t believe he was going to wet himself in his sleep again, even while AWARE that he was dreaming! His brain was holding him hostage, refusing to let him wake up.

Was he going to relive this entire horrible day before he could get up? That wouldn’t do any good! He was positive that, once he reached the moment where he’d finally been able to empty himself, he would pee for real, full-force.

He needed to get up before that happened.

Frieza suddenly stopped talking for a second. He gave Vegeta another odd smile, then said; “Perhaps it’s a good time for a break,” he said. “You all have fifteen minutes. Go.”
Vegeta watched as the Ginyus and his fellow Saiyans all hurried for the door. Vegeta could recall that, in real life, EVERYONE had been quite uncomfortable by the end of the meeting— Part of why Vegeta had had SUCH a hard time finding a restroom he could use afterwards.

But, in real life, Frieza hadn’t stopped for a break.

What was causing things to change all of the sudden? DID Vegeta have some control over this dream after all?

Maybe if he left this room, he’d be able to wake up? He wasn’t going to go NEAR any restrooms, even if one of them happened to be extra private and look incredibly tempting to him. He expected that to be the case, this dream was trying to torture him, it was going to offer him the PERFECT spot to pee if he gave it the chance. It was going to try to coax him into having an accident…

“Vegeta,” Frieza said before Vegeta even started to stand up. “YOU can stay here.”

Vegeta looked away. This was HIS dream, he didn’t have to obey Frieza, he could leave if he wanted to, Frieza didn’t control him, Frieza was dead, this wasn’t real, he could—

When he decided to stand up and storm out, his body didn’t cooperate. He remained rooted to his spot, his bladder shuddering and making him scissor his legs back and forth. He was squirming so blatantly, in front of Frieza…

‘NOT. REAL,’ he reminded himself. ‘It doesn’t matter’. But, it DID matter to him, he was utterly ashamed. Real or not, he felt so vulnerable and humiliated with Frieza watching over him like this. “Why can’t—“

“Because you can’t,” Frieza stated. “Silly monkey. You KNOW you can’t.”

Vegeta wasn’t sure what Frieza meant by that. This dream wasn’t letting him stand up for some reason, was that—

“You know that you’re not strong enough,” Frieza told him. “And don’t think I never noticed it.”
“Noticed wha—“

“I believe you know,” Frieza said. “One of the reasons I never felt threatened by you. All your yammering about being a ‘super Saiyan’, your insistence that someday you’d defeat me, all the while it was so obvious that you couldn’t accomplish one of the most simple tasks.”

Wait… Did Frieza mean he knew about Vegeta’s problem?

‘DREAM Frieza,’ Vegeta thought. Nothing the imaginary version of the tyrant said had any bearing on what the real one knew and didn’t know. No way the real Frieza knew, he definitely would have mentioned it to taunt him at some point. Vegeta couldn’t remember him ever doing that.

Right…?

Vegeta remembered being seven, a couple years after his planet’s destruction, desperate to pee on Frieza’s ship and trying not to show it. He remembered how he’d been trying to get to a toilet all day, but Raditz just wouldn’t leave him alone and he couldn’t make himself enter the restroom when the other Saiyan was latched to his side and would see him do it. He’d ordered Raditz to screw off multiple times, and he HADN’T.

Vegeta had pulled his cape across his front to try and shield his squirming from Raditz, which made walking down the hall without tripping a little trickier. “Leave me alone!” He snapped. “I won’t play with low-class scum like you!”

“But we’re the only kids here,” Raditz whined. “I’m bored. Spar with me!”

“Weren’t you supposed to have a brother that survived?” Vegeta asked. As he kept pacing, he saw the door to another restroom. He wanted to go in there so bad that it was making him salivate. If only Raditz would leave… “Go find him!”

“I don’t even know where he got sent to!” Raditz said. “How’m I supposed to find him?!”

“I don’t care! Just stop bugging me!” Vegeta commanded. He shuffled between his feet, sweating. He wanted to yell “I have to go to the bathroom! I’ll deal with you after I’m finished!” But, the words wouldn’t come out. They were just… They were too unseemly for a prince to say, that was it…

Frieza had walked down the hall then, he’d sneered at the two young Saiyans, glancing carefully at Vegeta’s feet and the weird way he’d wrapped himself up in his cape. “Hello, ‘Prince’,” he said. “Are you cold? Need something nice and warm to drink…?”

Vegeta couldn’t drink anything, he had too much water in him already. He just needed Raditz to go away. And Frieza. He needed both of them gone so he could go inside the restroom without anyone finding out he had to pee…

Vegeta shook his head back and forth.

“I want some!” Raditz said.

Frieza stared at Vegeta for another moment, then sighed. “Very well…” then he and Raditz were walking away.

Finally…

Vegeta waited for them to leave the hall. Frieza kept looking back at him! Why was he doing that? It was making him itchy!

Once he was sure they were gone, he’d hurried to the bathroom.

And, really soon after that, Frieza had said “You look much more comfortable now, Vegeta… I wonder what may have been bothering you earlier?”

Vegeta remembered another mission from when he’d been older. Frieza had forced him to travel with one of the weakest soldiers, Graype. Frieza insisted that being paired up with an elite would show the new recruit how it was done. Vegeta was instructed not to leave Graype’s side at any point, and that he would be keeping careful watch to ensure he obeyed this command. Then, he’d explained the planet they were going to was very hot, and so it was imperative that they both drink lots of water before embarking.

By that point, Vegeta had ALREADY learned to be wary of over-hydrating himself, so it was no small task to get all that liquid down without complaining. The two were off, and when they arrived Vegeta discovered Frieza had been mistaken when he’d said this planet was abnormally warm. It didn’t feel any worse than being on the ship. Which meant that, unless Vegeta got into some really tough fights, he wouldn’t be sweating out much of that water.

And he ALREADY had to go…

To make matters worse, there were a lot of deep craters on this planet, which would provide adequate privacy if Vegeta wanted to take care of anything. Were it not for the fact that he needed to stay by Graype’s side through this whole trip to evade Frieza’s wrath, he wouldn’t even need to worry.

But, Vegeta couldn’t order Graype to go ‘scope out their surroundings’ for a few minutes while he hid somewhere and relieved his bladder. He knew he wasn’t strong enough to defeat Frieza yet, he couldn’t risk being killed for disobedience just because he wanted to pee.

And no way in Hell was he going to tell Graype that his bladder was bothering him…

Graype admitted that he had to pee after all of the water and the long trip, so Vegeta scoffed, rolled his eyes, and told him to be fast about it. Vegeta was then forced to try to block out the noise as his own need fizzed aggressively inside him. After Graype had finished, he remarked “Even after he made us drink THAT much, you don’t have to go? They weren’t kidding, you ARE strong.”

And that had cinched it. Vegeta was NOT going to pee a drop.

He waited through the entirety of the mission, the water filtering aggressively through his system and ensuring that he needed to spend the entire flight back with his hands pinched around his dick. But, he hadn’t done that in front of Graype, so it was fine. He’d shown Graype how powerful he was, that was what mattered.

When they got back though, all that mattered was getting to a fucking toilet before his bladder had an aneurism. Frieza stopped them, however. He wanted to know how the mission had gone, in complete detail. Vegeta was forced to stand there, hands clamped behind his back so he didn’t grab at himself again, as he rattled off everything Frieza wanted to know. His knees kept rubbing together and his tail kept slapping against the wall beside him.

“Vegeta, did you have any problems staying next to Graype?” Frieza prompted.

“I did as you asked,” Vegeta stated monotonously.

“Was it difficult for you? I know how the ‘prince’ likes his alone-time…”

“It was f—fine,” Vegeta said.

“What’s going on with your tail? Did you injure it?”

“No. Wh—What else do you need?”

“That is all,” Frieza said. “Be on your ways now.”

Graype tried to follow after Vegeta, but Vegeta ordered him away. “Frieza was right, my tail hurts. Should probably go get it checked out.” Once he was out of sight, Vegeta hurried back to his sleeping quarters and finally let his bladder release.

Vegeta could also remember something Frieza had said on Namek. He hadn’t needed to pee at the time, but when Frieza caught him and the others trying to use the dragon balls, Vegeta had had that… thing happen. That thing where his chest constricted and his throat closed up and he suddenly couldn’t remember how breathing worked, so he just started to choke, convulse and hyperventilate while his vision swirled.

Frieza had taunted Vegeta and the others a LOT, but at one point he had zeroed in on how Vegeta had reacted to him. “Surprised you didn’t piss in your pants,” he’d said. “But, I guess that’s unlikely with you.”

At the time, Vegeta had thought that was just Frieza begrudgingly admitting Vegeta WAS tough. Now, he wasn’t so sure. What if that had been Frieza trying to inform him that he KNEW? That he knew it was unlikely for Vegeta to have an accident because it was unlikely for Vegeta to be able to pee at all?

In that case, that meant Frieza had figured out what the problem was before Vegeta himself had! Vegeta hadn’t realized there was anything actually WRONG until he and Nappa were going to Earth! Up until then, he’d thought he just liked privacy and that he wanted to prove how strong his bladder was. Up until then, he hadn’t considered that the ‘feeling’ he sometimes got was a sign of anything more serious.

If Frieza had figured it out first, that meant he’d been observing Vegeta’s behaviors and habits extremely closely. He’d likely been doing it ever since the day Vegeta had had an accident as a four year old.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Vegeta told Frieza now. “What have you noticed?”

“You spent your life preparing to kill me,” Frieza said. “Which, you failed to do. You expected me to fear you, when you’re so weak that you can’t even make your own body comply with your demands.”

The real Frieza had said that last part to him once. When Vegeta had first heard the legend of the Super Saiyan, immediately he’d thought he’d be able to do it if he tried. And, he had tried, in one of the rooms on Frieza’s ship, he’d tried to make himself do it. But, it hadn’t worked.

Frieza had walked in on him attempting it and shook his head, “You honestly think YOU will be able to realize the legend? Really. You can’t even make your own body comply with your demands.”

Vegeta had assumed Frieza had been referring to his inability to turn Super Saiyan, but if Frieza had KNOWN all along… Maybe he’d meant something more like “I doubt anyone who can’t PEE will be able to pull THAT off, Vegeta.”

But, he WAS a Super Saiyan now, he’d proven Frieza wrong…

“I did know, Vegeta,” Frieza said. “It provided me with so much entertainment, for years. Watching you trying to sneak around, denying your needs anytime you were questioned, stammering like a scared, little child. It made it easy to forget you were supposed to be any kind of great warrior. I thought you having an accident at four was hilarious, but for THIS to be what follows, to know that I was able to destroy you like this without even striking you…” Frieza laughed. “Think of it as my little gift to you.”

Vegeta didn’t care about waking up anymore. He’d felt himself leak once again, but that barely fazed him. THIS dream-Frieza was the worst one he’d ever encountered, he wanted to kill him in the most brutal, violent way possible. He raised his hands, but instead of firing anything, he just flinched from how much it hurt him to move them off his groin. Frieza kept laughing, and the sound was making Vegeta feel very, very cold. He shook, teeth chattering. 

He HAD to kill him, Frieza NEEDED to die again and again and aga—

Vegeta finally opened his eyes, the view of Frieza’s obnoxious, smug face being replaced by the sight of the sky. He was still ice-cold, save for his side and part of his shoulder which felt like it had something draped over—

Vegeta shot to his feet when he realized he was… Ah, gross! No! He’d just been… He’d been pressed right up against Kakarot! They’d been… touching… Yuck! He would have preferred staying in the Frieza-dream! Anything was better than waking up like… LIKE THAT!

His arms shook with chills, protesting his decision to leave Kakarot’s embrace. He refused to return to it, however. He’d warmed up enough that he no longer felt like he’d die. He’d only ever hug Kakarot again if his life was literally in danger.

Kakarot had fallen asleep too. Gah, if they’d been THAT close together, Vegeta really didn’t understand why Kakarot hadn’t noticed all the flailing he must have been doing. It should have woken him up!

Nnnh, and he STILL really had to go. He felt some dampness between his legs and decided to pretend it was all just left-over from when he’d jumped in the lake. Could he try to use a tree? Kakarot was HERE, even if he wasn’t up and keeping watch for him, or… Saying anything. Vegeta COULD go outside if he was alone sometimes. It took a whole lot longer, but as long as he didn’t sense anything coming near him, it usually worked eventually.

The cold nipped aggressively at his bladder, encouraging him to hurry up. Adding to his dilemma was how terribly numb most of his body felt. He could barely feel his legs, making it more difficult to tense them up against the flood. Even with gloves on, it was tricky to get his fingers to curl, even though he badly wanted to grip himself while he had the privacy to do so.

He had privacy, the only other creature he could sense around here was Kakarot, he should be able to just GO if he stood there long enough. Vegeta went to a tree and got his clothing apart. He pulled himself out, and—

Ohhh, fuck! This was— Nope! He did not like this at all! He hadn’t even been THINKING about how, in order to urinate, he was going to have to expose his most sensitive parts to the cold. The most confusing feeling overtook him— His dick felt so cold that, somehow, it was burning. He couldn’t make sense of how that even WORKED, but he DID know that the sensation was intolerable.

The sensation in his bladder was intolerable too, though. He had to get it drained before he could tuck his dick back away. He bore down on his holding muscles, trying to get that done as quickly as he could but, as ever, his bladder was refusing to comply.

His patience wore out MUCH faster than usual, which was saying a lot. He barely tolerated his bladder’s stubborn attitude for a full thirty seconds before he was frustratedly putting his clothes back together and trying to warm up again.

Then, he was shoving Kakarot. “Get up!”

“Vegeta…?” Kakarot asked, bleary eyed. “What’s wrong?”

Vegeta waited for that usual ‘recognition’ to show on Kakarot’s face, but it didn’t. Vegeta knew he was twitching, knew his knees were rubbing, knew it looked like he had to pee.
When he had to pee, he looked like he was cold.

He was going to have to SAY it this time.

THAT made his body start to warm up a bit, but he wasn’t grateful for it at all. “K—Kakarot… I… Would like to relieve myself now.”

“Oh,” Kakarot said, glancing around. “Well, I think this is a good spot, I don’t sense anything. And, I guess since it didn’t get cold enough on those other planets, you’ve never gotten to write your name in the snow before. This’ll be fun!”

Vegeta stared at him, the gears in his brain stuttering as they tried to make sense of what he’d just said. “Kakarot, what are you on about? Is the cold getting to your head? You don’t have many braincells left to lose.”

“You know,” Kakarot said. “‘Cause pee’s warm, so it’ll melt the snow, and then you can write and draw stuff.”

Vegeta kept staring, then glared. “That is disgusting, Kakarot! You seriously think that I would EVER do something so childish and—“

“It’s fun,” Kakarot repeated. “You’ll probably have to write more than just your name, though. ‘Cause of how much you always—“

“KAKAROT— I—“ Muttering to himself, Vegeta turned around to face a tree. “Why does HE have to be the only one I can do this in front of…”

“It’s kinda tricky at first, way harder than aiming normally since you’re trying to—“

“I’m not doing that! I’m NEVER doing that! Stop talking about it!” Vegeta was hesitant about pulling himself out, now that he knew what exposing himself to the cold felt like, he was dreading having to go through it a second time. He thought he could deal with it if he was already peeing within seconds, but if he had to wait that way for minutes like he usually did, it would be too aggravating to put up with. He knew what he needed and, groaning, he made himself ask for it. “Kakarot, just… Say all that nonsense like you usually do, alright?”

Kakarot complied, going on and on about how Vegeta was too strong to allow such a small thing to hold him back, how he could do anything he wanted, how his problem was nothing in the face of his power.

Vegeta felt the pinching twinge that always preceded his bladder loosening. He hurried to pull himself out and was pleased when he managed to do it the second he started to dribble. He hadn’t allowed ANYTHING to soak into his clothes.

The cold bit into his exposed flesh, and he was still at the stage where pushing his urine out just stung but, wary of having to start all over again, he clenched his jaw and forced himself to endure the discomfort. He forced himself to lean into the unpleasant feelings, knowing that it was the only way he’d ever get his stream to pick up and grant him the relief he needed.

After a few more infuriating seconds of burning leaks, he felt a snap within him and at last everything was pouring out like he wanted it to. That was better… He actually warmed up a little, and THAT nearly made him moan. He had to focus very hard on Kakarot’s chi to remind himself not to make any embarrassing noises.

“There, see?” Kakarot said. “You’ve got this!”

Dammit, why did hearing that have to make him feel so good?! He could sometimes accept that he did, in fact, like to hear Kakarot compliment him if they were fighting together. He did sort of enjoy Kakarot being impressed if he showed off a new move. That was… Fine. Any acknowledgement of his greatness was always welcome.

But, he had the same feeling now— When it was something so utterly—

“Uuummm, Vegeta? Is it okay if I go now, too?” Kakarot asked.

Vegeta didn’t think he had to hear anything else out of Kakarot, and he trusted Kakarot could still keep watch while he pissed. “Fine. I don’t care.”

Seconds later, Vegeta heard the rustle of clothing and then saw a second stream spraying beside his own.

“Dammit, Kakarot!” Vegeta snapped, trying to focus his attention just on his own aim. He was amazed he was still going, amazed his bladder was still loose and draining, rather than tightening back down again.

“…Huh?” Kakarot asked. “You said I could pee!“

“I didn’t mean RIGHT NEXT TO ME when there were TONS of other places you could have—“

“Th—That bothers you?” Kakarot said, and his voice had so much genuine CONCERN in it that it really sounded like he was surprised. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know! I thought, since you can do it in front of me, that meant— I mean, you haven’t STOPPED, so—“

“Of course it bothers me!” Vegeta exclaimed, flustered. “Even if I’m still able to… Just— Just don’t stand next to me when we’re doing this!”

“Okay, I won’t next time,” Kakarot said.

Vegeta tried to concentrate again. Kakarot was so distracting! And he was… He was actually playing that juvenile, little ‘game’ he’d been blathering about. He was actually trying to spell his name with his piss. His Earth name, anyway. Which was probably the better option— It was shorter, and Kakarot couldn’t hold as much.

Vegeta could write HIS name easily, and then have plenty left over. He’d be able to write his name much LARGER than Kakarot could.

… No.

He COULD do that, but he wasn’t GOING to.
Which would cause Kakarot to win by defau—

Vegeta turned slightly and started to— Ah, he couldn’t believe he was actually doing this! It was so childish, it was beneath him! It was also— Why was it so difficult to do this right? His aim wasn’t bad, he was sure it was far better than Kakarot’s! If Chi-Chi was to be believed, then TRUNKS had had better aim than Kakarot by the time he was three!

When Vegeta tried it with both hands he was finally able to get it to look right. The V was wonky, but the rest was fine. And the letters were larger than Kakarot’s, which was all that mattered. He realized he’d managed to get so focused on that task that he hadn’t even THOUGHT about how he was peeing outside, instead of in a locked, private room. He hadn’t paid attention to that at all, the usual stress had disappeared.

By the time Vegeta was done, Kakarot had already been finished for a while. Even though he’d started AFTER Vegeta. The reminder of how much larger his own bladder was gave Vegeta another slight confidence boost.

“So, you DID do it,” Kakarot noted, looking at the snow. “And you wrote it bigger.”

Vegeta would usually feel embarrassed if Kakarot commented on the size of the puddle he’d made. Not this time, though. “Of course, just another way to remind you that you could NEVER match me.”

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They were able to spend the night indoors, in a house belonging to some woman Kakarot had met as a child. Vegeta had been skeptical at first that anyone would just invite them inside, but when Kakarot knocked on the door and the woman recognized him, she welcomed them right in.

Her name was Suno, and Kakarot explained she was the person who’d rescued him when he’d nearly frozen to death. She lived with Android Eight, one of the older androids constructed by the Red Ribbon Army. Kakarot had needed to stop Vegeta from starting a fight with him when he assumed that they “must have missed one”.

“Calm down, Vegeta, Eighter doesn’t want to hurt anybody,” Kakarot said.

Suno even prepared dinner for them, not enough to actually fill either of them up, but enough to quell the small hunger pangs Vegeta had been experiencing. What troubled him more was his thirst, though. He hadn’t had anything to drink since that morning, and he knew he hadn’t come close to reaching the ‘daily hydration quota’ Bulma had been making him stick to lately. His throat was really dry, and the pitcher of water on the table looked really tempting.

But, he was acutely aware of how small Suno’s house was. It would not be easy to enter the bathroom unnoticed and, even so, he was sure that the sound of him peeing would be detectable. Going back out to use a tree was actually the more appealing option for him. He knew that was odd, the outside wouldn’t offer him any doors to lock and conceal himself behind, so it made no sense that he’d feel more comfortable THERE.

It was just that, if he went outside, Suno wouldn’t immediately guess that it was because he needed to pee. She wouldn’t THINK about him relieving himself, or about him not being able to wait any longer. There would be no chance of her hearing his stream hiss out. Those things WOULD happen if he used the toilet here.

He tried not to worry about it, he didn’t really NEED to go yet, and if he let himself drink a little, it would take time before it started to bother him. He’d be able to wait until Suno and Android Eight had both gone to bed.

Vegeta allowed himself a few sips of water, trying to maintain control over himself and ignore the fact that he was dying of thirst. Once the first couple swallows had gone down his throat, the desire for more was overwhelming. Before he knew it, he’d finished that glass and was pouring himself another. He tried to keep tabs on how much remained inside the pitcher, to get some idea of the amount he was pouring into his body, it was difficult to keep track though and it felt SO good to hydrate himself. Eventually, he’d finished more than half of the pitcher all on his own, and had to force himself to stop.

He felt rejuvenated, but not enough to offset the dread now making itself known. He’d better have an easy time getting RID of all that later…

Suno soon showed them to the spare bedroom, apologizing that there was only one bed. “That’s fine,” Vegeta said. “HE can sleep on the floor.”

Kakarot frowned, “Huh? Why? It’s a big bed.”

Suno backed out of the room, as though she could sense Vegeta’s building anger.

“Do you honestly have to ASK, Kakarot?!” Vegeta demanded.

“Well, yeah… The bed me and Chi-Chi have at home is smaller, and we both fit in it just fine.”

“I’m not Chi-Chi.”

“I KNOW that, you’re bigger than her, which is FINE because this bed is—“

“On the floor, Kakarot,” Vegeta insisted. “I’m not going to sleep beside you.”

“You did earlie—“

“Didn’t,” Vegeta interrupted. He sat down on the bed and folded his arms. “Stay on the floor.”

Kakarot laid down on the ground, wriggling slightly. “This is the same thing Bulma did…”

“What?” Vegeta asked, trying to settle into the bed. His bladder twinged slightly, a subtle jab of pressure. Now that he’d noticed it, it wouldn’t go away.

“When I was helping her find the dragon balls,” Kakarot explained. “I really wanted to sleep with her, but she made me stay on th—“

Vegeta shot bolt upright, “Kakarot— You tried to sleep with my Bulma?!”

Kakarot shrugged. “Well, yeah… Anybody would have.”

Vegeta jumped out of the bed, readying his fists, “OKAY! That’s IT!”

“The floor in that capsule house was all hard and cold,” Kakarot continued. “And the bed looked so much more comfortable.”

Vegeta lowered his hands. “Kakarot… You’re an idiot.”

“Huh? What did I do?”

Vegeta groaned and got back into bed. “Don’t speak to me until morning, alright?”

Kakarot went silent, so Vegeta assumed he was going to obey. Vegeta wished his bladder would do the same thing, but it was still nagging at him. A bit too much of that water had finished filtering through him, and he was far from being comfortable.

He could sense Suno’s chi and knew she was still moving around. She hadn’t gone to sleep yet. He didn’t know what the android was doing, since machines didn’t have chi signals he could feel.

Vegeta wasn’t desperate by any means, he could wait for those two to go to bed. He just had to make sure he didn’t fall asleep first. While he’d managed to nap earlier, his sleep had been far from restful. That dream, all the memories within it…

HAD Frieza noticed the problem? Vegeta told himself that it didn’t really matter if he had or not. Frieza was too busy being dead to torment him over it. The idea was making Vegeta’s head hurt, though. It forced him to run through all of his interactions with Frieza, particularly the ones in which he’d needed to pee. The thought that the tyrant had always been silently laughing at him and that, as a result, he’d never even had a CHANCE of intimidating him, was painful.

If he’d always been a joke in Frieza’s eyes, if no matter what he did, no matter what new heights he reached, Frieza was always thinking about the one very simple thing he COULDN’T do… Of course Frieza hadn’t been scared of him. All he’d ever needed to do was imagine Vegeta suffering immense desperation but failing to void no matter how hard he tried, and anything that MIGHT have been intimidating about him would fade away.

Vegeta had never stood a chance, there had never been anything he could have done to make Frieza fear him. He’d lost his shot at that when he was just four years old, and hadn’t even known it. Frieza had only ever seen him as a silly plaything, not as any kind of threat. And no amount of effort could have changed that.

Suno had been still for a while, so Vegeta figured she’d gone to sleep. Hopefully that meant the android was in bed, too. Vegeta crawled out of bed, a hand moving to rest protectively over his lower abdomen as his bladder sloshed. Ugh, that water was moving through him too fast. He’d JUST peed in the forest a few hours ago, his middle had no business aching so much again already.

He walked passed Kakarot, who’d managed to fall asleep already. He exited the bedroom and discovered a problem before he could make it to the toilet; The android was still in the dining area, just kind of… Standing there.

“Hello,” Android Eight said. “Trouble sleeping?”

Vegeta glanced towards the front door. He didn’t particularly WANT to go outside now. The cold would be even worse now that the sun was down. But, the android would see him enter the restroom, might be able to hear him voiding— If he even managed to get his stream started. “I thought you were going to bed.”

“I’m a machine,” Android Eight reminded. “I don’t need sleep.”

Vegeta thought Eighteen slept… Maybe since this guy was a different model, the rules were different? “So, you just stand around all night, then?” That sounded so boring… If Vegeta didn’t need to rest his body each night, he’d use that extra time to train. The android just wasted all of it.

“Yes,” Android Eight nodded.

Vegeta tried not to look at the door to the restroom. It was— It was RIGHT there. His bladder was throbbing with the need to head towards it. It was just too humiliating to do that with someone watching him. Eight would think he couldn’t hold it in. And he COULD hold it longer than this, it was just uncomfortable to…

“I’m going outside,” Vegeta decided, turning towards the front door.

“Don’t,” Eight said. “It’s dangerous at night. There are wolves.”

“The wolves should be afraid of ME…” Vegeta muttered. “I’m—“

“If you can’t sleep, you should drink something warm.”

The last thing Vegeta needed was more fluid. All the water from before was likely still processing, his bladder already had enough to deal with. “No,” he said. “I’ll—“ his eyes flicked to the restroom again, then the front door. “I need to— I’ll go to bed,” he decided.

He could hold it until morning, he’d go outside after he’d woken up. He’d gone to bed needing to pee plenty of times before and, so long as he paid attention to what chi signals he could feel, he didn’t have to worry about his dreams tricking him into doing anything disgraceful.

Vegeta managed to fall asleep. Unsurprisingly, his dream was far from pleasant. He and Trunks got locked inside the gravity chamber and weren’t able to just break down the door. None of Trunks’s attacks had been powerful enough, and Vegeta had needed to pee too badly to control his energy. He wasn’t able to sense Trunks, so he was aware that he was asleep, but that did nothing to tamp down the embarrassment he felt at being so blatantly desperate in front of his son.

When he woke up, his legs were tangled in the sheets and his hands had wedged between them. Humiliated by the knots his sleeping body had twisted itself into, he pulled his hands away and carefully stood up. Liquid sloshed inside of him and he was forced to perform a few cringing bounces to get it under control.

Kakarot was already up off the floor— How dare he not wake Vegeta up, too?! Did he think Vegeta NEEDED more sleep than him?!— Vegeta shook his head and went out the door once again. He… HAD to get outside soon, had to get to the trees, had to get RID of that water from last night. He thought it had all made it to his bladder by now. It sure FELT like it, anyway. He HOPED there weren’t any more waves coming, his holding muscles were burning badly enough already.

Before he opened the bedroom door, he had to take a moment to compose himself. He was shaking way too much, and his knees were rubbing together. When he paused, they even started to cross. He decided to allow that, and he let his hands return to his crotch for a few seconds as well. A little bit of squeezing and squirming might help him get this back under control for a little bit— Just long enough to make it outside without his problem becoming obvious.

One he had managed to straighten back out again without his insides immediately starting to sting, he opened the door and stepped out. He spotted Kakarot at the kitchen table, stuffing food into his mouth. Vegeta was still rather hungry, but his bladder needled at him more than his stomach.

“Hey,” Kakarot called. “After we have breakfast, the radar says th’ next ball’s to the East.”

“Fine,” Vegeta said, walking briskly by the table and towards the door. He was careful not to bend his knees too much in order to avoid upsetting his bladder. He knew that probably made his gait look odd, but hoped the reason wasn’t obvious.

“Hang on,” Kakarot said. “We aren’t leaving yet, I’m still—“

“I’m going outside for a minute, Kakarot,” Vegeta said, not pausing. “I have to— I dropped something yesterday.”

“We can look for it together after—“ Kakarot paused. “Oh. Okay.”

Vegeta threw the door open and walked out. Immediately, he shivered in the cold, the action making his bladder contract sharply and throb even more. His knees drew closer together and he jiggled on his toes for a second. It felt even colder than yesterday…

***

“Your friend was trying to leave last night,” Android Eight said. “I hadn’t known he’d lost something. I would have gone to find it. I don’t get cold.”

Goku shrugged, trying to keep the concern from creasing his brow. Vegeta had been holding it since last night, then? Goku wished he’d just woken him up. He was also surprised that, apparently, his friend felt more comfortable peeing outside than using Suno’s restroom. “Vegeta likes to do things for himself,” he said.

Goku finished his food and stood up. “Thanks for having us over, Suno,” he said.

“Don’t you want to wait for Vegeta to come back? He’s probably hungry t—“ Suno paused and glanced over the table, not one crumb remained on any of the plates. “Uhhh…”

“Eheh, whoops…” Goku said, standing from the table. “Guess I was hungrier than I thought… Uh, I’ll see you guys again if I’m ever up this way. Bye.”

***

Vegeta was now standing outside Suno’s house, arms and legs crossed, hands working up and down his arms. It was WAY colder than yesterday. So cold, in fact, that he hadn’t been able to pee. He’d been unable to tolerate the sensation of being exposed to the frigid air for long enough to actually go. And, the constant shakes had continually pulled all of his muscles taut, ensuring that he couldn’t loosen them up enough to release his bladder. Finally, he’d just given up, left the woods and come back to wait for Kakarot.

He hated cold. No wonder Frieza had only sent him on missions to warm places, nobody would want to buy a planet that felt like THIS. He couldn’t understand why any Earthlings CHOSE to live in this area.

Once Kakarot got here, once they could head towards the NEXT ball, Vegeta would find somewhere else to go. He’d stop at the first place he saw that looked usable. His urgency was increasing rapidly in response to the temperature, and he tapped his foot sharply.

Kakarot finally came out. “Hey, Vegeta. Did you… Um… Find what you were—“

“We’re leaving,” Vegeta interrupted. “Now.”

He took off into the sky, immensely relieved when his bladder didn’t try to pull him back down again. He could tell he needed to hurry though, it wasn’t easy to concentrate on remaining airborne when so much of his energy had to go towards holding it.

Kakarot joined him, “H—Hang on,” he said. “I haven’t even shown you WHERE to go yet…”

“You said ‘East’,” Vegeta reminded.

“Yeah, but—“ Kakarot showed him the dragon radar. “It looks like it’s in this city here…”

Vegeta slowed to look at it, legs rubbing together. He wished the map on the radar was a little more detailed. He wished it would point out the nearest forest with a temperature somewhere above sub-zero…

Kakarot glanced at him, “Uh… Er… You didn’t… Uh… ‘Find that thing’, did you?”

“It’s too damn cold here,” Vegeta said. “It’s worse than yesterday. I’ll ‘look for it’ somewhere warmer!”

“We can go back, I could—“

“Too cold!” Vegeta repeated. “Now, come on!”

“O—Okay,” Kakarot said, picking up the pace.

Vegeta followed beside him, and it was obvious that he was struggling to fly. His legs kept bending in and he was moving slower than he typically did.

Goku slowed as well, trying to make it look natural, trying not to call Vegeta’s attention towards his own dwindling speed. It seemed he hadn’t noticed it yet. Goku looked below them, trying to find a good spot to stop. He thought he had to make the decision carefully, since he doubted Vegeta would be able to get BACK in the air again unless he peed first.

If that happened, then there was always instant transmission. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that, though. He knew it embarrassed Vegeta to need to ask for it, and that it felt like admitting defeat. It was admitting ‘I can’t go here, I can’t wait anymore, and I need to go so badly that I can’t even fly somewhere else.’

But, it made Goku feel a little better to know it was an option. It meant he had a way to ensure that his friend wouldn’t get hurt.

As they got closer and closer to the city, and Goku didn’t see any good places to stop, he felt himself becoming more grateful for his ability. It was okay that there weren’t any dense forests out this way, he could take Vegeta home in just a fraction of a second if he needed to.

Vegeta was dismayed as they kept traveling and he didn’t spot ANY areas in which he thought he might be able to void. Just barren, grassy fields with nothing to go behind. And, even when they made it to the city, he knew he wouldn’t be able to alleviate this pressure.

He was sure there wasn’t a single toilet there that he would be able to make use of. Earth’s public facilities were the worst out of any planet he’d ever been to. There was no way to use one discreetly, since multiple people could enter at once, and the stalls did nothing to muffle sounds.

But, they did get all the way there without finding any decent places for Vegeta to relieve himself. They landed, and Vegeta fought not to double over. He’d let his feet touch the ground as gently as he possibly could, and even so, the impact had sent shockwaves up to his over-full bladder.

“I’m sorry,” Kakarot said. “I was looking, I promi—“

“Which way is it?” Vegeta demanded. He had to get out of here as fast as possible. This place was crowded, people were going to notice if he began to squirm. People probably already WERE noticing, since he was still bouncing his toes, legs pressed together and dangerously close to crossing. “Where’s the damn ball?”

“Vegeta—“

“Kakarot, let’s get this over with before—“

“Ummm…. Hey, there’s a restroom over here,” Kakarot said, trying to lead Vegeta that way.

Vegeta lowered his voice as much as he could, difficult to do since he was already so annoyed. “Kakarot, are you a moron?”

Goku wasn’t sure why he’d suggested it. Yes, that WOULD be the solution to this problem if he was here with someone else. Just, not for Vegeta. But, the only other option was instant transmission, and Vegeta hated how he sometimes needed that. It hurt his pride every time he required it. “Uh… I have to go, too,” he said.

Vegeta tensed further, feet pointing inwards for a second. “Tough,” he said. “If you think I’m going to let you go when I— When I…”

“Okay, I’ll wait!” Goku said. “But…” he made himself squirm, hoping it looked real. “I really have to go, Vegeta!”

Vegeta turned even redder and stepped farther away from Kakarot. ‘If HE keeps fidgeting like that, people are going to stare.’ If they stared, they’d notice Vegeta looked uncomfortable, too. “Kakarot,” he hissed. “Hold still!”

“I can’t,” Kakarot complained. “How about… We go over there, and— And if it… Doesn’t work for you, I can take you home?”

“No.”

Goku had really thought that would work. He noticed how Vegeta kept trying to inch away from him and put as much distance between the two of them as possible… Goku crossed his legs and held himself, like he would if he really was about to have an accident. “But, Vegeta—“

Vegeta spun on his heels, facing away from Kakarot. ‘Act like you don’t know him! Pretend you’ve never seen him before in your life!’ He thought. “Ugh, FINE, Kakarot. Just cut THAT out.”

Goku made a show of slowly straightening himself out, as if doing so required a lot of effort. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll try, but hurry.”

Vegeta trudged after Kakarot towards the restroom. Then, he just stood in front of the door for a second. And then another second. And another. His bladder throbbed, willing him to go in, but his feet wouldn’t move anymore. He knew what would happen if he went in there. He knew that he’d be unable to get relief. He knew that he’d have to listen to streams flowing, toilets flushing, sinks running, while his bladder remained painfully full.

Worst of all, he knew someone would notice. Someone would notice that he was having trouble. A stranger, and a puny Earthling at that, would see Vegeta struggling with something that was supposed to be so easy and simple. The… ‘feeling’ would become all consuming. Even out here, it was coiling up inside his chest, lodging itself in his throat and clogging his airway. Without even going in, he was already starting to experience a shortness of breath.

If he went in and tried, doubtless being met with failure and shame in the process, he thought that… Thing might happen again. The thing Bulma had called a ‘panic attack’, but which Vegeta knew MUST have been something different, because he didn’t HAVE panic attacks. But, what if that thing, whatever it ACTUALLY was, did happen again, and someone noticed THAT?

He would not allow that to happen. He wouldn’t even give it the opportunity to occur.

Goku watched as Vegeta just stood there at the door. He was about to try to urge him to go through it, when he became aware of something that he found deeply troubling. Vegeta’s chi was… It was spiking tremendously, then fading back down a few seconds later, then raising again, falling… That was how it felt whenever Vegeta was fighting and needed to give it his all.

But, Vegeta WASN’T fighting anyone right now.

Was he…?

Goku noticed Vegeta’s breathing next, and that it didn’t sound right. Goku had no idea what his strange, choppy breaths or out of control chi signals could mean, but he just had a feeling they weren’t a sign of anything good.

Maybe he wasn’t ready for this after all. Maybe this was just TOO far out of his comfort zone. He reached out to his friend; “Vegeta…“

Vegeta opened and closed his fists in response to the annoyed pangs from his bladder. He didn’t understand why it had to try so hard to convince him to go in that room. It was its own fault that the room was useless to him. If his bladder would learn to just COOPERATE with him…

He felt Kakarot’s hand grip his shoulder, heard him say; “”Let’s go!”

A second later, they appeared in front of the last person Vegeta WANTED them to.

Bulma wasn’t fazed by them spontaneously showing up like that, she had gotten used to it. Calmly, she asked “Did you find them all already?”

Vegeta looked away, in the direction of their bedroom. He rubbed his hands against his thighs, which had no effect on his desperation, but he had such an aggravating urge to move around that he just had to do something.

“Nope, not yet,” Goku said. “We had to come back for a second because…” he stopped. “The… Dragon radar is out of batteries,” he decided.

“Goku, it’s solar powered…” Bulma pointed out.

“Oh? Well… Uh, maybe it’s something else,” Goku said, noticing Vegeta rush off in the corner of his eye. Vegeta sure was walking stiffly, he wasn’t bending his knees at all…

Once he was out of sight from Kakarot and Bulma, Vegeta let his hands go to his crotch and squeeze, legs coiling together. He was ashamed of himself, and not just because of the ridiculous dance he could no longer help. He’d needed to resort to Kakarot’s instant transmission again, the last resort, the thing that meant he’d lost and could no longer rely on himself to get out of his situation.

And then there was that horrid feeling that had almost overwhelmed him outside the public restroom. What the Hell WAS that?! What business did it have bothering HIM?! It was a puny, invisible, insignificant little emotion, it didn’t belong anywhere NEAR him! But, instead it had practically overpowered him today, he’d come dangerously close to that humiliating hyperventilation thing, something that made him look so pathetic and powerless, unable to even control his own breathing.

At least he hadn’t needed to ASK Kakarot to take him here. Thank fuck for that… It was embarrassing that Kakarot had so easily realized what he needed the second he needed it the most, but that was leagues better than having to ask, or— Or starting to choke on his breath in public.

He locked himself into his and Bulma’s bedroom, then locked the door to the restroom as well. His chest was still being annoying and causing him to shake. Once he was aimed at the toilet, his muscles remained taut. ‘Dammit…’ he thought, rubbing a hand over his bladder and only provoking more stabbing pulses. ‘You’re alone— TWO locked doors, just relax already!’

Once again, he didn’t know where to start, how to focus his energy. Every attempt to ‘relax’ only made his tension rise. He MUST have relaxed at SOME point in his life, even if just by accident. He couldn’t remember it though, couldn’t recall a single moment where he hadn’t felt some rigidity somewhere in his body.

Apparently, ‘relaxing’ wasn’t something he was supposed to TRY to do. Apparently, much like peeing, it was supposed to ‘just happen’. Knowing that intensified his frustration. How could Vegeta be SO bad at doing absolutely nothing?!

If Kakarot or Bulma were here, they’d tell him to stop thinking that way. Cringing, he forced himself to pretend they WERE there, encouraging him. He scolded himself for needing to imagine that, but it worked and his stream started to ebb out. For the first several seconds, his bladder kept stinging and throbbing as badly as ever, and he had to really strain to get it to continue emptying.

His release picked up speed and was at last pouring out with minimal input from him. He could finally just ‘let it happen’ like he was SUPPOSED to be doing all along. And, it felt so good to simply allow his body to do what it needed to do all on its own. It felt sort of… His shoulders went slack, they actually went SLACK, and the sensation was so bizarre and unfamiliar that it was kind of startling. Was that supposed to happen?

It really felt good to have less tension there, though…

***

Once Vegeta been gone for a few minutes, Bulma sighed; “I guess he needed to—“

“Yeah,” Goku admitted. “I’m still trying to help him and stuff. Don’t let him find out I told you, but he didn’t have much trouble going outside yesterday. It was fun, we both wrote our names in the snow.”

“Goku, why did you have to tell me that?”

“Today we were in this huge city, and I guess it was too crowded, and—“

“Did he try?” Bulma asked.

“Huh?”

Bulma lowered her voice, though she was sure Vegeta couldn’t hear them now. “The reason I told him to gather the balls is because I thought he’d end up in a situation where he’d have to try using a public bathroom.”

“Oh… Well, he… Uh, he TRIED to try, I guess…”

“Goku, that doesn’t even make sense. Did he try or not?”

“He got to the door,” Goku said.

“… So he DIDN’T try,” Bulma figured. “If this happens again, do you think you could convince him? Just… I don’t know, talk about how ‘easy’ it is, then he’ll need to prove he can do it ‘better’ than you, or something.”

Goku shrugged. That would probably provoke Vegeta into giving it a shot, but… “I don’t think I should do that.”

“It would work,” Bulma said. “He’d at least TRY it, I can’t even get him to do that much.”

Goku shook his head. “And then if he can’t go, and he doesn’t ‘defeat’ me…”.

“… Right,” Bulma nodded. The holding contest had helped because Vegeta had been victorious, and both she and Goku had KNOWN the outcome going in. This time, she was fairly certain of the outcome as well, but ‘losing’ wouldn’t result in any progress. The avoidance behavior would remain the same, if anything he’d be LESS likely to ever try it again. “There has to be some way you can convince him to—“

“I don’t think—“ Goku struggled. Vegeta wasn’t around to HEAR this, but Goku still felt like he’d know about it. “I don’t think Vegeta’s… ‘Ready’ for that yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well… Uh, you can’t sense chi, so I guess you wouldn’t have ever noticed, but… When we’re fighting, our energy spikes up and down a lot. It changes super fast.”

“So…?”

“So, if you can feel other people’s chi, you notice that. It’s really obvious. And, you can’t turn that off… If Vegeta’s in a battle, even if I don’t have a clear view, I still KNOW that he’s fighting, and I kind of have an idea of what he’s doing. When he was thinking about trying to pee in public, his chi was doing the same thing it does then. I don’t know why, but it felt really unstable, kind of… flaring, it just seemed like a bad sign.”

Bulma couldn’t sense chi, but she had an idea of what Goku might have been noticing. “Have you noticed that happen at any other time when he wasn’t fighting? Or, with anybody else?”

“Uuuummm…” Goku furrowed his brow. “I don’t— Yes!” He realized. “Gohan had this really big test at school, and he was worried about it for some reason, even though he’s never failed any of them, and his chi was acting weird. That’s probably because studying makes Gohan feel the same way fighting makes me feel, right?”

“I’m not so sure…”

“And… Okay, yeah, I think Vegeta’s does that a LOT, actually. Just, that was the most intense it ever was. And… Now that I’m thinking about it, his chi spikes way more during fights than anyone else’s… And not just when he’s charging attacks, either… Weird…”

“… I think what you’re noticing is his anxiety, Goku.”

“What’s that?”

“You know how Vegeta’s just ALWAYS sort of tense? And— I swear, he doesn’t even know HOW to relax… If he ever manages to do it, it’ll probably just confuse him or something…”

“Yeah,” Goku said. “He IS always a little—“

Vegeta came back around the corner. “Kakarot!” He said. “Is the radar fixed now?”

“… Yes, Vegeta,” Bulma said. “Go find the last of the balls.”

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Once they returned to the city, the dragon ball was easy to find. It had been picked up by a woman running a jewelry shop, thinking it was just a decoration. She wanted a lot of money for it, but Vegeta was able to pay. He bragged to Kakarot that Bulma gave him lots of money each week to spend on whatever he wanted.

“Wait, so you get an allowance?” Kakarot asked. “Like what Chi-Chi gives Goten?”

Vegeta glowered, “Don’t say it like that!”

“But— But that’s not fair, though! Chi-Chi doesn’t give me an allowance! I asked her, and she said it’s just for Goten since he’s a kid, but if YOU get one, then—“

“Be quiet!” Vegeta snapped. “What would someone like you even DO with money?”

“Get lots of food.”

“… Where’s the next ball?” Vegeta prompted.

Kakarot took out the radar. “Hey, it says it’s near Roshi’s place!” He said. “This should be easy!”

Vegeta hoped so. The past couple days had been so irritating. Being glued to that damn Kakarot’s side almost non-stop, his bladder still failing to follow his very simple commands, almost having that… weird breathing thing happen to him in a public place. He thought he deserved a break.

They flew off, and Vegeta had a far easier time traversing the air now. He also wasn’t constantly distracted by searching for forests anymore. His bladder actually felt comfortable for once. Hopefully they’d obtain the last ball before it decided to bother him again.

Ordinarily, he wouldn’t even think about it that much. He’d just pissed, so it would be a while before he needed it again. Two emergencies in as many days had grated on him though. He was having ‘incidents’ like this more often now. He knew that was all down to Bulma making him hydrate himself more than he ever had before, but with his ‘problem’ still a problem, his bladder filling itself up faster was not a welcome change.

What he wanted was to cut back on the water again, and only start following Bulma’s directions once he’d eradicated this asinine urination issue once and for all. Once he’d defeated it, once he was able to piss whenever he damn well pleased, THEN he’d drink however copiously Bulma wanted him to. He’d drink even more than that, just because he COULD…

He couldn’t deny that the way he’d kept himself hydrated lately WAS a good thing, though. They were now flying above the ocean. In the past, most times Vegeta did this, he’d be overwhelmed by the dry feeling in his mouth and on his tongue, fantasizing about gulping every last drop of the liquid roaring beneath him. He’d scold himself for the thoughts, reminding himself that he didn’t HAVE needs, and that drinking salt-water would only make him feel MORE thirsty. But, the sight of all that glistening fluid mixed with the sound of it sloshing was always so tantalizing.

Since he was finally drinking appropriate amounts of water, Vegeta didn’t daydream about trying to guzzle the ocean water he was flying over. But, the sight and sound of it was still doing SOMETHING to him. His stupid, suggestible bladder was pinching at him a little. Irritated, he ignored it. ‘There is no way I have to relieve myself again,’ he thought. ‘I’m waiting until this is finished and I can go home. Just forget about it.’

It was probably just a phantom urge anyway, when he looked straight ahead, rather than straight down at the water, the tingling in his bladder died down substantially.

Kakarot was lagging behind. Not wanting to give his bladder the TIME to actually fill up, Vegeta turned and shouted “Would you hurry up? I would prefer to sleep in my OWN bed tonight!”

“Sorry, Vegeta,” Kakarot said, speeding up a little. “You’re getting faster!” He added.

Vegeta knew Kakarot was only trying to placate him, to mollify his frustration a little, but… Dammit, it was definitely working. “Feh, I guess it WOULD be hard for ANYONE to keep up with MY speed… But, do try your best.”

They were off again, but before long Kakarot was moving even SLOWER. “Kakaro—“

“Ummm… Vegeta…” Kakarot said. “Could we maybe take a break?”

“Don’t tell me you’re actually getting TIRED,” Vegeta scoffed.

“No…” Kakarot said. “I just… I have to go, Vegeta…”

Vegeta scowled and turned away, dismayed when he felt heat creep up on his face. “I guess I shouldn’t even bother asking where… Didn’t you JUST piss?”

“Huh? No—“

“You did,” Vegeta rolled his eyes. “In the last city, you kept whining that you had to piss until I gave in. Then, we went back to my place, and…”

“O—Oh,” Goku said. Of course, Vegeta assumed he’d peed at Capsule Corp as well. After the show he’d put on trying to convince Vegeta to attempt the public toilet, it would only make sense that he had relieved himself already. But, he hadn’t. He hadn’t actually needed to pee then. He REALLY did now… The constant splashing of the ocean wasn’t helping at all. He rubbed his legs together for a second. “Right… But, I need to go again!”

Vegeta huffed and glanced around for half of a second— Probably even less time than that. “Well, I don’t see anything. Hold it until we get to that old pervert’s house.”

“Mmmf, okay…” Goku said worriedly. They weren’t THAT far from Roshi’s place. If he didn’t have to be subjected to the sound of running water the whole way there, it wouldn’t be that hard to make it. All those noises were getting inside his head, and they were getting inside his bladder too. He wished he HAD gone when he’d taken Vegeta home earlier, he regretted his choice not to.

They kept flying, Goku lagging behind. He tried not to complain about his urge anymore. It appeared that OTHER people needing to pee made Vegeta feel a little awkward too. His tense responses and the pinkness in his face made that obvious.

Goku had seldom flown while needing to pee. If his bladder was full, he’d stop at the first place he could and let it go. Holding it was uncomfortable and distracting, so he only did it when he had no choice. Restraining his bladder in mid-air felt noticeably different than restraining it on the ground. The difference in gravity and the lack of anything solid beneath his feet to bounce against made it all feel more precarious.

It took some time to actually work out what he could DO to soothe his bladder. Of course, he couldn’t jiggle his feet or lean against anything. He couldn’t cross his legs or hold himself, since his arms and legs needed to stay in a specific position. The most he could do was kind of rub his knees together, and that didn’t help very much. He thought about just going in the water. There wasn’t anywhere else to pee, so what else could he do?

“V—Vegeta?” He called. “I have to stop… I’ll just pee in the water, okay?”

Vegeta froze. “Kakarot, that’s revolting!” He turned, scowling. “We’re not that far away, can’t you just contain yourself for half an hour?”

Goku frowned. He didn’t think it was THAT gross to pee in the ocean. The fish were all doing it, weren’t they? A moment’s consideration was all it took for Goku to figure out that that WASN’T what Vegeta was annoyed about.

Goku thought he could guess what was on Vegeta’s mind pretty easily sometimes. He had a hard time doing that with most people, but Vegeta was different. He was easy for Goku to read. Right now, he was thinking something like, ‘If it were ME in this situation, the ocean wouldn’t even BE an option! He thinks he’s better at pissing than I am! He’s gonna show that off!’

Of course, Goku wouldn’t be showing off, he just really had to pee and needed to do it SOMEWHERE. And, he didn’t think he was somehow ‘better’ at peeing than Vegeta was. Vegeta probably KNEW all of that deep down as well, it just didn’t make a difference in how he FELT.

Goku tried to hold it until they reached Roshi’s place, but his bladder was really hurting him. He was moving sluggishly, which he knew was just irritating Vegeta further, and the ocean below him just kept getting louder. When he eventually felt himself leak a bit, he realized he probably wasn’t going to make it.

He had to go very soon.

So, he’d have to somehow change how Vegeta FELT about him doing that.

“Mmmf…” Goku whined. “Vegetaaaaa….”

Vegeta stopped and spun to face him. “Kakarot, just—“

“I can’t!” Goku said. “M—My bladder’s just not as big as yours is!”

Vegeta sighed, face reddening as he turned slightly away from him.

“You can wait WAY longer than me,” Goku continued. “I know you think it’s ridiculous that I have to pee again already, but that’s just because your bladder’s the strongest one ever.”

Vegeta turned around the rest of the way. “… Fine, just go,” he muttered. “Make it fast.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Goku turned as well and started to undo his pants. Right away, a thick stream started to spatter into the water, the hiss mixing with the sloshing of the ocean. Phew… That was much better. The tight bands around his midsection all broke apart, replaced with the pleasant tingling of his release.

Vegeta tried not to listen to it. He THOUGHT that would be easy, since the ocean was loud enough on its own. Still, the distinct trickle of Kakarot relieving himself was detectable. And once he HAD noticed it, he couldn’t STOP noticing it. For whatever reason, he felt as embarrassed as he would have if HE’D been the one urinating in the middle of the ocean like that, unable to hold it in for a measly thirty minutes.

He REALLY wished that Kakarot would stop SIGHING like that. It sounded so… Obvious. Even though there weren’t any other people near them, Vegeta cringed at the thought of someone else overhearing those ridiculous noises. He blushed hard, unsure why HE was the one feeling humiliated now, especially when he knew that Kakarot didn’t have it in him to feel ashamed himself.

“Ahhh…” Kakarot breathed out.

‘Hurry the Hell up…’ Vegeta thought. ‘And be quiet! I don’t care how good it feels for you to piss! I—‘ The earlier twinges from his own bladder had returned, and they were far more insistent. ‘Dammit— You’re going to make me—‘

He couldn’t deny it from himself anymore, he needed to go. Being surrounded by water for ages, and then having to listen to Kakarot void his bladder had put the power of suggestion in his mind, and now his middle was throbbing, pressure mounting.

They needed to finish this soon.

Kakarot was almost done, at least. He was putting his clothes back together, turning to smile at Vegeta. “Thanks!” He said. “I couldn’t wait anymore.”

“Yeah, that’s great,” Vegeta sighed. “Are we close to the ball yet?”

“Oh, right…” Goku had sort of forgotten about that, focusing so much more on trying to hold his pee and get to Roshi’s house so he could use the toilet. He took out the radar, and his smile broadened. “Yep! It should be somewhere right around here, under the water.”

Vegeta felt a hint of relief then. Almost done… He waited for Kakarot to dive in, but he didn’t.

“You wanna look for it?” Kakarot asked.

Vegeta stared at him for a moment, silent. The quiet made the ocean feel louder to his ears, which in turn made his bladder convulse harder. He rubbed his legs together and ordered himself to just ignore that.

“Or…” Kakarot said. “Did you want me to do it this time? I just wanted to make sure, so you don’t think I’m—“

“Kakarot… You literally JUST pissed there!” Vegeta snapped. “Why would I go swimming in your piss?!”

Kakarot shrugged— He actually fucking— “The fish are peeing in it all the time.”

“The fish aren’t YOU!” Vegeta yelled. “Now, GO GET THE BALL!”

Kakarot jumped slightly, then dove under the water. Vegeta scowled down at it. Kakarot was brainless, absolutely brainless…

And he’d better hurry the Hell up, Vegeta was starting to get kind of—

No. He wasn’t getting desperate. It hadn’t been THAT long since he’d last peed. He was fine. The water was just getting on his nerves was all. Once he was away from it, his bladder would calm down.
Kakarot re-emerged from beneath the water, holding the dragon ball. “Got it!” He announced.

“Good,” Vegeta said. “Glad that tedium is over with. Let’s—“ He broke off. He’d been about to order Kakarot to just teleport him home again. But, if he did that, Kakarot would think he’d worn himself out just by flying for a few hours— Unacceptable.

Worse, Kakarot might guess that he wanted to get home quickly because his bladder was making him uncomfortable again— Even more unacceptable. He’d already gotten Kakarot to transport him home for that ONCE today, he wasn’t going to do it a second time. That would just be pathetic. Instant transmission was a last resort, and since at the moment his bladder was merely ANNOYING him, rather than actively trying to kill him, he didn’t need anything from Kakarot.

“Let’s fly back to Bulma,” Vegeta said.

“We will,” Kakarot said. “But, since we’re out this way, I should go say hi to Master Roshi.”

“MUST we do that?” Vegeta sighed.

Kakarot nodded, “I haven’t seen him in a while, and I wanted to ask him something. You can go home now if you want.”

“Why would I need to go home?” Vegeta resumed flying in the direction of Roshi’s place. “I could keep moving all day.”

Kakarot shrugged and followed after him. “Just sounded like you were getting bored.”

“Of course I’m bored, you’ve been so slow!”

“That’s just because I had to pee!”

“Well, what’s your excuse now? I bet I could beat you the rest of the way there!” Vegeta didn’t bother to wait for Kakarot’s response, immediately speeding up and flying as fast as he could. The wind was a little chilly near the water, and it stung his face the faster he moved. It was battering other parts of his body, too. The small tremors were going right to his bladder, and he tensed his thighs to quell his building urge.

Before long, Kakarot had caught up to him and surpassed him. Frustrated, Vegeta pushed himself harder to keep up. His abdomen ached, liquid sloshing and urging him to slow back down to regain control over it. He ignored it, beating Kakarot was more important

They landed on Roshi’s island at about the same time, but Vegeta was quick to declare that HE’D gotten there first. His voice cracked a little as he did so, because it had been a rough landing. He was so eager to best Kakarot that he hadn’t paid any mind to how gently he let his feet touch the sand— So, he basically just slammed down, which his bladder didn’t appreciate one bit. He still felt like it was being shaken as several more seconds passed and Kakarot started up a conversation with the old man.

“What brings you out here today, Goku?” Roshi asked.

“Vegeta and me were gathering the dragon balls,” Kakarot said. “And, we got them all, but since we were here, I figured I should say hello.”

“Ah, one of them was out my way, huh?” Roshi said. “Wish I’d found it first…”

Vegeta tuned them out. He’d thought the sound of the ocean would be less grating once they got to the island, but the constant splashes against the shore were actually worse. More aggravating was the fact Vegeta just had to stand there— not showing any signs of neediness— while he knew a toilet was available just inside Roshi’s house.

Yes, it was available. But, not usable. Roshi would know PRECISELY what he was going inside for, for one thing. And, more importantly, Vegeta would still bet money that Roshi had a hidden camera SOMEWHERE in his bathroom. Krillin still lived here with Eighteen after all, and there was no way Roshi wouldn’t at least TRY to get footage of her bathing.

The only reason there WOULDN’T be a camera in Roshi’s restroom right now would be if Eighteen had already discovered it and destroyed it. Seeing as how Roshi still had all of his limbs intact, Vegeta had to assume Eighteen just hadn’t found it, and that it was still there.

Vegeta pressed his legs together, subtly squeezing his thighs. Gah, he wished that his ears had an off-switch. If listening to running water wasn’t so irritatingly effective on him, he was sure he’d barely even need to go now. How could HE be so easily manipulated by a SOUND? How could his body react so much to a simple noise?!

He considered trying to train himself out of this. He thought that maybe, when he was at home and able to relieve himself whenever he pleased, he should wait until he was desperate, go to the restroom, and FORCE himself to listen to the sink gush for a few minutes before he let himself void. If he did that enough, his body would get used to it, it would cease to be swayed like this. He wouldn’t feel his urgency increase so rapidly anytime he was near a body of water.

But then, Vegeta thought better of it. Sometimes, the effect running water had on him could be a useful tool, after all. If he listened to it when he was TRYING to go, it could help him release. If that stopped working, he’d have one less attack to use against his problem.

So, he’d just have to endure the discomfort those noises were causing him now. He also tried to pretend that Roshi simply just didn’t OWN a toilet, and therefor there weren’t any places around here he could even TRY to pee. Hell, as far as he was concerned, Roshi DIDN’T have a toilet. He couldn’t use it, so it may as well have not existed.

Slosh… Slosh…

The ocean continued to lap at the shore, and Vegeta wished he could just blow the entire thing up somehow without destroying the planet. The liquid trapped in his body kept moving in time with each splash, his opening stinging every couple seconds. He shuffled his feet a little, hands balling into fists. His tolerance was fading away rapidly.

Vegeta thought Kakarot had spent ENOUGH time yammering with that old man, so he cleared his throat. He didn’t want Kakarot to notice the CAUSE of his impatience, he still wasn’t at the point where he was considering that the fool’s assistance might be necessary. He begrudgingly accepted that Kakarot probably WOULD notice, though. The idiot could be annoyingly perceptive when he wanted to be.

Kakarot glanced over at Vegeta for a second— If even THAT long— then his gaze went back to Roshi. “Well, we’ve gotta go give the dragon balls to Bulma now,” he said. “It was nice catching up with you!”

“See you,” Roshi said.

Kakarot flew off and Vegeta followed him. Ouch… His bladder did NOT appreciate him taking flight at all. It pulsed and shuddered, forcing him to tense his thighs even more since that was the ONLY thing he could really do when he was in the air.

Kakarot slowed, “You wanna teleport the rest of the way back?”

Vegeta huffed, “You honestly think a long flight is too exhausting for me?!”

“No… But, uh, I DO think that you really need to pee.”

Vegeta grimaced. Of course he’d been able to tell. Vegeta hadn’t even felt himself shivering back there, what had given him away?!

“Hey, it’s alright,” Kakarot said. “Listening to the ocean made ME have to go too, remember? So, if you wanna go home now—“

“No,” Vegeta said. “It’s— It’s not that bad, I can get there on my own.” He was NOT going to rely on Kakarot’s teleportation for a SECOND time today. If he appeared in front of Bulma and had to rush straight to their bedroom AGAIN…

“Okay,” Kakarot said. “If you’re sure…”

“Of course I’m sure!” Vegeta snapped. “Now, pick up the pace!” Even after he’d made that order, HE was still the one moving the slowest. His bladder was weighing him down substantially, and his feet started to kick oddly behind him, messing up his form. He was TRYING to keep them straight, but the pangs of need made that really difficult.

Finally, Kakarot slowed again. “Vegeta…”

“I’m fine!” Vegeta insisted. “Keep moving!” He wouldn’t admit it, but he was a little concerned that if he paused now, he wouldn’t be able to move again…

Kakarot glanced around, “You know, there’s nobody out here… It’s just us. I don’t sense ANYTHING.”

Vegeta came to a stop, floating in the air beside Kakarot and trying not to fidget his legs around. He failed miserably at that, and his knees continually rubbed together. “Your point…?”

“If you wanna just go in the water, like I did…”

“No— That’s— That’s too obvious!” Vegeta said. This area was so… Open… He could go outside, but always BEHIND something. Even if no one was out here to watch him, the vast expanse of the ocean was just—

“Nobody’s gonna see…” Kakarot reiterated. “I’ll turn the other way. Oh, just make sure you pay attention to the wind this far out at sea! I forgot that earlier, and—“

“Stop talking.”

Kakarot managed to remain quiet for about ten seconds. “You look… Real uncomfortable.”

“Which is why I want to hurry up and get home. Now, come O—“

“Would it be better if you went UNDER the water?” Like, while you’re swimming? So you’re covered…?”

Vegeta turned away. He HAD managed to pee for a few seconds while submerged in water during their camping trip. But, not only had he failed to actually finish, it had felt pretty revolting. “That’s disgusting, Kakarot. I’m not going to swim in— In my own—“

“Then, do you want me to bring you straight home?” Kakarot offered again. “I think your bladder might be worn out, you held it too long two times in a row, and now you’re gonna do it a third ti—“

“Kakarot, I’m fine.”

“Then move your knees apart.”

“And what’s THAT supposed to mean?!”

“Do it,” Kakarot said. “If you’re okay, then move your knees apart and keep your hands behind your back.”

“FINE,” Vegeta slowly edged his legs away from one another and clasped his hands behind his back. His bladder seared and the splattering water below him seemed to grow louder and louder. It began to feel like he was holding in an ocean of his own. “Nnnh—“ he twitched, legs starting to inch towards each other again, hands spasming. His middle felt heavy and painful, a pulse of urgency flared at his tip, then it started to sting and pinch, like how he felt when he was about to— “Gah—!”

Frantically, Vegeta turned away from Kakarot and started to get his clothing apart.

“You’re gonna—“
“Shut up, Kakarot!” Vegeta barked, freeing himself and aiming for the water below him. Nothing happened, of course. Just more searing throbs and an even more urgent desire for relief that wouldn’t come. Everything was so wide open, he wasn’t concealed at all. It didn’t matter that the only person around was Kakarot, he felt way too exposed.

Why wasn’t Kakarot saying anyth—

Oh, right. He’d just shouted at him NOT to.

“Kakarot…?” He prompted, face burning with awkwardness.

To his credit, Kakarot didn’t force him to ask. Unfortunately, he also decided to be… Himself about it. “Alright, Vegeta, you can do this! You’ve got the biggest bladder in the universe, let’s see if you can overflow the ocean!”

“Kakarot!” Vegeta felt himself blushing up to his ears.

“Well, I bet you could!” Kakarot added. “No one else would be able to, but you could! You’re so strong that—“

Dammit…

DAMMIT, that actually worked! Vegeta had finally started to urinate as Kakarot tried to convince him that he could piss enough to overflow an ocean. Why did THAT have to work?!

No, he decided Kakarot’s words had nothing to do with his sudden ability to empty himself. He would have begun to pee at that moment regardless of what Kakarot had said.

As his flow increased in both speed and intensity, Vegeta wondered if Kakarot was actually right and he COULD overflow the ocean somehow. The drop in pressure taking place inside his body was incredible, and his knees started to go a little wobbly.

He remembered that he was, in fact, flying at the moment when he noticed that he was starting to lower. The relief was breaking his concentration, and he had to remember to focus so that he didn’t just fall in the ocean— He shuddered at the thought, how humiliating would THAT be? In front of Kakarot, no less!

After a few minutes of continuous gushing, Vegeta’s stream slowed down again and eventually stopped. He put his clothes back together and turned around. Kakarot had, indeed, faced in the opposite direction the entire time. Vegeta realized he hadn’t felt the need to look behind himself to check. He’d just… He’d trusted that Kakarot wouldn’t look.

“Done?” Kakarot asked, turning around. “Were you able to fini—“

“Yes.” 



Kakarot smiled, “Good job, Vege—“

“STOP SAYING THAT.”

“But, it helps you,” Kakarot pointed out.

Vegeta grumbled to himself. It DID, but it shouldn’t have…

The rest of the flight back to Capsule Corp was uneventful. Vegeta mostly tried to forget about what had just transpired, like he did EVERY time. Of all the things that could possibly ‘help’ him with this infuriating problem, he wished it could be something other than Kakarot cheering him on. It worked, and he was glad SOMETHING did, but that didn’t mean he had to LIKE it.

They arrived, and handed the dragon balls over to Bulma.

“I still don’t know what you want them for,” Vegeta said. “But, there you go.”

Bulma looked Vegeta over for signs of discomfort. She thought she’d gotten pretty good at noticing when he had to pee. He seemed fine now, but was certain that DIDN’T mean he’d tried to use a public toilet. From what Goku had said, Bulma shouldn’t hope for that for a long, long time.

But, maybe he’d expanded his comfort zone at least a little bit the last few days. She thought that wasn’t too much to hope for.

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The next day, Bulma didn’t bother Vegeta as he trained. She didn’t remind him to take breaks, she didn’t ask him if perhaps he thought it was time to rest, she didn’t notify him of the time as night grew closer and closer.

She wanted him to exhaust himself, so that when his body finally succumbed to the need for sleep, he would stay dead to the world for a while.

He finally finished at around two in the morning, stumbling into their bedroom and basically just passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Bulma yawned tiredly as she watched him sleep. She could be reasonably certain that he wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon.

So, she took out the dragon balls, headed outside, and summoned Shenron.

“State your wish,” the dragon prompted, in its loud, booming voice.

She flinched at the volume. She didn’t think ANYTHING could wake Vegeta up at this point, but she also knew how horrified he’d be if he found out she was doing this.

“Shhhh,” Bulma hushed. “Keep it down… I wanted to ask if you could help Vegeta with something, but he’s really sensitive about it, so—“

“State your wish,” Shenron repeated.

“Vegeta has… I did some research, the thing he has is called Paruresis. He can’t… er… ‘Go’ around other people. Could you get rid of it for him?”

“You are asking me to cure him?”

“Yes,” Bulma nodded.

“That wish is beyond my power.”

Bulma just stood there, staring for a moment. What…?! She’d been thinking this over for a while, and the only thing she’d ever been worried about was the possibility of Vegeta seeing her talking to the dragon about his issue. Not once had she considered the possibility that Shenron COULDN’T help. “Huh? But, you can bring people back from the dead! This should be easi—“

“I am capable of reviving those who have passed on, yes,” Shenron agreed. “And, I can heal some injuries. However, my powers can do nothing to repair wounds that exist inside the mind. The brain is far more complicated than the body.”

“So… So, because Vegeta’s problem is psychological…”

“It is up to him to heal it.”

Bulma frowned. She tried to come up with a different wish that might produce the same outcome. Asking to have his memory of his childhood accident and Frieza’s taunting erased would do nothing, his problem had still been present even when he’d been repressing that. “How?”

“I’m afraid I don’t have the answer,” Shenron said. “Did you have another wish?”

Bulma sighed, shaking her head. “No…”

Shenron vanished, and the dragon balls remained at Bulma’s feet.

It was up to Vegeta to get rid of his problem…

It was up to Bulma to keep pushing him towards that.

Trying to coax him into using a public restroom was pushing it a bit too far for now. Bulma needed to think of something else to challenge Vegeta with. She thought if she came up with something new and ‘difficult’, but which didn’t involve any potential interactions with unfamiliar people, that would provide a good ‘next step’ for him.

It didn’t take her TOO long to figure something out that would fit the criteria.

She decided to propose it to him the next morning, after he’d already relieved himself. Ever since he’d started hydrating his body properly, he consistently woke up feeling horribly desperate. She knew he’d be in a more agreeable mood if he wasn’t already struggling with his bladder.

After he’d finished, Bulma stopped him from leaving the bedroom. “Wait, hang on,” she said. “Before you go train, I wanted to—“

“I already missed a couple days going on that asinine quest with Kakarot, and BARELY made up for that lost time yesterday, what do you want now?!”

“I just need to suggest something to you,” Bulma sighed. “Calm down.”

“Fine. What?”

“How about next time you use the restroom in here, when it’s just the two of us, you DON’T lock the door?”

“Why would I do that? Locks exist for a REASON.”

“Because you already know I’m not going to come in there while you’re using it, so you don’t really NEED to keep the door locked, do you?”

“Yes,” Vegeta scoffed, like that was the most ridiculous question he’d ever been asked. “Of course I do.”

“Why?” Bulma prompted. “You’re always worried about breaking it, if you can get yourself to go WITHOUT it, that will be one less thing to stress yourself out over. It might help you feel more secure.”

“Do you even HEAR yourself? How would NOT using the lock make me feel more—“

“Just TRY it,” Bulma interrupted. “That’s all I’m asking. I’m not going to REMOVE the lock, it will still be there. You can use it if you need to, but I really DO just want you to give it a try.”

“… What for? What purpose does this serve? I’ve got the problem under control. I can handle it easily at home now.”

“You can pee in one restroom here without your body fighting against you too much,” Bulma corrected. “And, you need the lock engaged, and for me to either wait in the hallway or stay on the other side of the bedroom. Yes, that’s MUCH better than how it was before, but if you want to finally BEAT this thing, you’re going to have to push yourself a little further. Just— Just think of this the same way you think of training the OTHER parts of your body.”

“It’s not the same. I’m not constantly humiliated every time I fight.”

‘Are you sure about that, Vegeta…?’ Bulma thought. She bit her tongue to keep herself from saying it. “Not locking the door isn’t humiliating, it’s not like I’m gonna open it and stare at you.”

He KNEW that. He just also knew that, without a lock, he would fail to get his bladder emptied. THAT would be the humiliating part.

“We’re just going to try it,” Bulma repeated. “Once you’re able to do that and you’ve gotten good at it, THEN we can try it with the door OPEN, and then with me in the room with y—“

“Absolutely not!” Vegeta snapped, mortified. Gah, the very IDEA of her SEEING him as he struggled with such a basic thing— It was bad enough that she’d already HEARD him fighting against it!

“That’s still a long way off,” Bulma reasoned. “And, I’m not going to be watching, I’ll face the other wa—“

“No,” Vegeta said. She’d be so close, able to hear his breathing— The ragged, choppy breaths that he got whenever he felt… like… that…

“It’s not for a while,” Bulma reiterated. “First, we have to get you used to not using the lock.”

“Not doing it.”

Bulma sighed, “Since when do you back down from a challenge?”

“This isn’t a challenge. It’s just idiotic. Locks exist for a purpose, there is NO benefit in me doing th—“

“I REALLY think it’s a good next-step for you…”

“I am managing the problem perfectly well. I have a system worked out now.”

“Your ‘system’ is just holding it constantly and flying back home every time you need to go… The prince of all Saiyans shouldn’t be intimidated by an unlocked door, right?”

“I’m not intimidated!” Vegeta insisted, furrowing his brow. “I just see no reason to engage in something so pointless!”

Bulma rubbed her forehead, then sighed again. She’d pressed every one of Vegeta’s buttons that she could think of now, except for one. “… GOKU would be able to do it. So, YOU must be able to—“

“Of course I can!” Vegeta said. “And, I can do it MUCH better than Kakarot!”

Bulma wasn’t entirely sure how someone could piss behind an unlocked door ‘better’ than someone else, but now that she was finally on the right track, she wasn’t going to ask. “Alright, then prove it to me.”

“Fine, I will!”

Whenever Vegeta took a break from training that day, Bulma encouraged him to drink some water. He was even more reluctant than usual, which she’d expected. Finally, she had to give him an ultimatum; If he didn’t hydrate himself, then she wasn’t going to allow him to use the gravity room for the rest of the day.

That got him to comply, but he glowered the whole time.

When he returned to their bedroom that evening, he was obviously uncomfortable and weighted down by his full bladder. Normally, he’d go use the restroom now. Today, he didn’t even glance at it before laying down in bed, legs shifting around slightly.

Bulma watched him fidgeting, clearly needing to pee and making no attempt to do anything about that. The most baffling thing to her about his problem was all of the avoidance, the way that he often wouldn’t even try without being goaded into it. That wasn’t how he’d ever faced any of his other enemies.

‘If he loses a fight, he can at least think about how it still made him stronger,’ Bulma thought. ‘He doesn’t see this the same way.’ If anything, every time he ‘lost’ against this particular opponent, he was just set BACK further. That was what was so tricky about this. If Vegeta COULDN’T go with the door unlocked tonight, it was going to be even harder to convince him to try it again.

“You don’t lock the door when you shower,” Bulma remarked. “You don’t even care if I walk right in— You never have.”

Vegeta flinched, and she noticed him glaring down at his twitching legs, slowly forcing them to go still. “What are you talking about?”

“You need to pee,” Bulma stated calmly. “And, if you don’t need the lock while you’re showering, this should be fine too, right? You’re not exposing nearly as much—“

“It’s not— It isn’t about ‘exposure’, I keep telling you,” Vegeta said. “It’s— It’s people knowing that I— That—“

“That you need things?” Bulma guessed. “That even YOU can’t hold it forever?”

“K—Kind of,” Vegeta admitted. “That’s part of it.” He didn’t know how to explain that the MAIN thing that set him off and made it hard to go was the idea of someone NOTICING that he couldn’t go. It was such a ridiculous thing; He couldn’t pee, because he was nervous someone would realize that he couldn’t pee, which made it even more difficult to pee. It was an endless feedback loop full of spiraling, asinine thoughts that had NO right infiltrating his head.

The problem existed because he couldn’t bear the thought of another person paying attention to the problem.

To make it even more ridiculous, Bulma already KNEW about it, so he shouldn’t have BEEN so bothered by the idea of her sitting out here while he failed to piss behind an unlocked door. That was probably what she was EXPECTING. She was expecting him to struggle for a while, until he couldn’t take the pressure anymore and HAD to move the lock back into place where it belonged. Then, she’d say “Oh well, we can try that again later.” She wouldn’t mock him over it, she hadn’t even come CLOSE to teasing him about this for a long while.

“What are the other parts?” Bulma prompted.

“It’s… Someone noticing that I ca— There shouldn’t be things that I can’t do.”

“So… You can’t pee, because you’re worried someone will notice that you can’t pee?”

When he heard it out loud, it sounded even stupider.

Bulma sucked in a deep breath. She knew Vegeta wasn’t going to like this word… “You don’t like how it makes you feel… Maybe a little vulnerable?”

“I NEVER feel vulner—“

“It’s OKAY to be vulnerable sometimes, you know?” Bulma said. “Like here, we’re talking about it, and you’re just fine.”

“Vegeta turned away, blushing hard. “Just because you FORCE me to discuss this with you doesn’t mean I’m suddenly okay with doing i—“

“Vegeta, I’m the person you SHOULD let yourself be vulnerable around,” Bulma told him. “That’s why I think you CAN manage to go without a lock when it’s just us here.”

Vegeta turned away. He didn’t even understand why locks were SO important to him. The majority of people he’d known throughout his life could easily just break a locked door down if they were THAT intent on watching him pee for whatever reason. He knew that locking the door barely even counted as a precaution. But, without the added FEELING of security— however false he knew it was deep down— his ability to void diminished tremendously.

He knew that, if he attempted this, he would fail. And then Bulma would know that he’d failed because he already had to go badly enough that his legs didn’t want to stay still. Add on a few minutes of staring at the toilet, incapable of using it, and when he got back in bed he was sure to squirm much more obviously.

“Well… Goodnight,” he said, laying down the rest of the way.

“Nope,” Bulma said. “I’m not going to let you go to sleep until after you’ve peed.”

Vegeta hadn’t been planning to actually sleep without pissing first, he’d only wanted BULMA to go to bed so that he could handle his need without anyone forcing him to leave the door unlocked. “I’m fine, let’s just go to—“

“No,” Bulma repeated. “I’ll stay up all night with you if I have to You won’t be able to put it off forever.”

“You’ll fall asleep eventually…“ 

Bulma groaned. She didn’t WANT to do this, but he was leaving her no choice. “Do you want to risk falling asleep after ALL that water today? You remember what happened to you bef—“

“ONE TIME,” Vegeta interrupted. “And, I can tell when I’m dreaming now, it won’t ever happen agai—“

“It’s just the lock…” Bulma reiterated. “The door will still be shut. Please, just TRY it. You won’t get better if you don’t keep working.” She sighed. Time to push that button again… “Goku can do it, remember?”

“Kakarot is a shameless idiot,” Vegeta stated. He recalled that this had convinced him to agree to Bulma’s asinine suggestion earlier, but back then the evening had felt so far away. Now that he was faced with having to actually DO this, hyper-aware of his odds of failure, it did little to dislodge his reluctance.

His bladder had been aching for quite some time now, too. His body had gotten VERY used to him peeing as soon as he got to this place each night. The non-stop, sharp spasming throbs told him that it wasn’t pleased with him for continuing to wait. He tensed his thighs and shifted uncomfortably. If Bulma would just drop this and go to sleep…

Bulma frowned. Even THAT hadn’t worked? She tried to come up with something else, but the Goku-Button had always been a fail-safe! It worked like magic to get Vegeta to do literally anything. She didn’t know what to try when even IT ceased to be effective.

And he was squirming. A lot. He looked like he was trying to crawl out of his skin. His fingers were gripping the bedsheets, his legs were fidgeting out in front of him. He was tense enough that he was twitching. All of the usual signs that meant his bladder was currently filled to a level that would cause anyone else to burst.

She was concerned that the kidney pain he’d complained of would be making itself known soon. She didn’t think it had started up yet, since he hadn’t made any unusual, strangled noises, but she didn’t think they had much time left before it did.

She hoped that, if it DID start, he’d accept that he really couldn’t hold it and finally try to go. It was awful that it had to come to that, but it really looked like the only way he’d give in was if HE finally felt desperate to do so.

Maybe that was what she should do, find a way to make his urgency grow until it became intolerable for him. How could she…

There was no way in Hell that she’d be able to get any more water down his throat. If she started blathering about waterfalls, he’d immediately know what she was doing and become enraged. She was too nervous to ‘accidentally’ push on his bladder, for fear that she’d end up damaging it. She’d seen him react a bit to the sound of running water before, she knew that it DID amplify his need…

And, recalling the night she’d had to… Awkwardly ‘help’ him go, there were certain phrases that made his holding muscles loosen…

“Well, okay,” Bulma said. “I’ll just go take my shower, then.”

Vegeta flinched, almost imperceptibly. He probably had SOME idea as to what she was trying to do to him. “But— You’re in your pajamas, haven’t you already—“

“I’d like to take another,” Bulma said. “Arguing with you is so exhausting that it made me work up a sweat. You just wait here, I’ll only be a couple minutes. That should give you time to think about my suggestion a little more.”

“… Fine, but my answer is still going to be ‘no’,” Vegeta huffed. Maybe when she got back, she’d finally go to sleep and leave him alone about this. Then he could piss behind the LOCKED door as much as he wanted. Hopefully, she would drop the subject after tonight, it was going to be a serious pain if this became a daily occurrence.

“We’ll see.”

His bladder throbbed again as he laid himself back down, “I’ll probably be asleep by the time you get back anyway. Your showers are entirely too long.” Vegeta knew there was zero chance of him falling asleep when his abdomen was sending him constant pulsing pangs, but he thought that if he PRETENDED to be asleep when Bulma returned, she’d shrug, think ‘Well, there’s nothing I can do now,’ and go straight to bed.

“We’ll see,” Bulma repeated, heading towards the restroom.

A moment later, Vegeta heard the hissing spray of the shower’s faucet, and his eyes widened as his bladder gave a furious lurch, feeling for a second like it was about to collapse in on itself before, with a lot of leg crossing, he was able to calm it back down again.

Even when he’d KNOWN that he’d be hearing running water sounds, even when he’d been able to PREPARE himself for them, he’d been unable to lessen the severity of his body’s natural reaction to the suggestive noises.

At least he was alone, he could… Permit himself to do a bit of writhing, more than he’d allowed when Bulma’s eyes had been upon him. He turned onto his side, knees rubbing together as he gave himself a short squeeze. That helped, but he swore the water was getting louder, swirling around inside his head, flowing directly into his bladder.

Stupid Saiyan hearing… If he was human, like Bulma, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hear anything coming from the restroom.

Bulma couldn’t hear him pee from bed, he KNEW that. He also knew that she wouldn’t open the door even if it WAS unlocked. Ignoring the lock wouldn’t make the situation THAT different from how it was normally. He should have just—

Screw it. Whatever. Once Bulma got back, if she didn’t fall asleep within…. Ten minutes or so, then MAYBE he’d consider it.

But, right now? He was fine. He was perfectly fine. He wasn’t regretting anything, and he didn’t wish he could go back in time a few minutes to say “Actually, Bulma, I suppose I could try this stupid idea of yours, just this once.” He didn’t. Not at all. Because he was fine, and being subjected to the sound of water hissing furiously wasn’t causing him to frantically rub his legs together at all. Nor did he need to keep his hands pinned in between them.

He was fine, he was fine…

Vegeta turned around onto his other side, trying to see if that direction would somehow feel better. It didn’t. He just made his bladder slosh with the motion, liquid battering even more angrily against his opening. He tightened his grip on himself in response to a sick tremor that tore through his abdomen.

‘Stop this,’ Vegeta thought. ‘You’re the Prince of all Saiyans, you can’t come apart just because of an annoying sound…’

But, the sound was MORE than just annoying, it was practically torturous. His bladder was continually squeezing, trying to force out every drop that it was containing. It was only with a great deal of straining that he was able to ward off all the leaks that kept trying to dribble out.

Bulma had been in there for so long, and Vegeta wasn’t sure how much longer he could endure those noises without starting to spill over.

Dammit… He’d had more than ENOUGH of this.

He forced himself to his feet, shaking his overfull bladder once more and cringing as the boiling liquid within him stung its sensitive walls. He wasn’t able to walk to the door in a way that looked dignified, and he was just thankful no one was around to witness his pained, hunched over hobble.

He knocked on the door, “Aren’t you finished yet?” He’d intended to sound commanding, but his voice had cracked at the end, making his demand sound more like a plea, much to his dismay.

“Nearly,” Bulma called back. “Why…?”

“I— Uh— N—No reason,” Vegeta said, he tried to yawn, but the action made his skin pull tighter around the distended curve of his bladder. “J—Just— Sleepy, and the sound is— Is— Keeping me awake.”

“Oh…” Bulma said. She continued to stand under the shower-head. She made no move to turn off the water. Vegeta had been so stubborn this evening, he wasn’t going to get what he wanted until he actually asked for it. It would be nice if he added something like “You were right, Bulma, I shouldn’t have made such a big deal about it,” but she knew better than to hope for that.

Hopefully he’d cooperate soon, and she wouldn’t have to resort to the next phase of the plan.

She stayed there for several more minutes before she heard another knock. “Er… It’s been long enough!” Vegeta said, voice raised, but trembling. She could picture the appalled, embarrassed look on his face at the sound.

“Almost done,” Bulma said.

“It’s just— I— Um— I would— I would like to relieve myself soon…”

Nearly there…

“Oh?” Bulma asked. “But, earlier you wouldn’t. Does this mean you’re ready to try with the door unlocked?”

She waited for a response.

A long minute passed without one.

Damn, it was time for phase two. She really hadn’t wanted to do this to him… “Well, if not, I guess you’ll have to wait until I decide I’m done showering.”

On the other side of the door, Vegeta gritted his teeth. How long was THAT going to take? It had been ages already, he felt aching pressure all through his body. Like, he needed to void so much that the liquid was trying to cram itself into whatever space it could find.

“But,” he heard Bulma add. “I’m sure that won’t be a problem for you, will it? You’re SO strong.”

Vegeta’s burning holding muscles stung even more, his bladder cramping enough to send him doubling over. The sick pulse had come on suddenly, no build-up, no warning. He very nearly leaked, just barely holding it back through willpower alone.

“You’re so tough, I know you can handle this,” Bulma said. “Or you can find somewhere else to go. There are other bathrooms here, I’m sure you can find one you can use. You’re so powerful, you’ll be able to beat your problem out there somehow.”

Another intense, earthquake of a spasm forced him to bend at the knees, holding himself even tighter. He flinched at the pain he unintentionally caused himself and tried to gently loosen his grip, just in time for a single droplet of urine to bead its way out. It was immediately replaced with another, and anoth—

“Yep, you’re WAY too strong to—“

“Ah—!” Vegeta choked out a gasp as longer, more intense leak hissed into his clothes. Dammit! She— She KNEW that hearing this nonsense helped him to— She was TRYING to make him— She was going to come out and see him soaked, and— “If you don’t get out immediately, I w—will have no choice but to—“

“The door is unlocked,” Bulma said.

Yes. And she was still IN there!

“D—Dammit, I—“

“Are you ready to try?”

He WAS, he was BEYOND ready, his bladder hurt so bad, and he could feel some warning pulses in his lower back too. If he didn’t get this taken care of soon… He realized Bulma wanted an answer. She wanted him to actually SAY it… And, after all that arguing, he wasn’t sure if he could. It would be admitting defeat… “Mmf…”

“What was that?”

“Hnnn…”

“If you don’t tell me…” Bulma trailed off. Vegeta knew the rest well enough.

“Nnnh…”

“I know you can speak up!” Bulma said.

She sounded so freaking happy. If Vegeta didn’t know any better, he’d think she was having fun doing this… How dare she?

“Your voice is usually so LOUD, Vegeta. Makes sense, strong, tough guy like you has got to have a powerful voi—“

Vegeta’s bladder throbbed so hard that, for a second, he wasn’t able to even see straight. It felt like his entire midsection was exploding, his back erupted in agony, the pangs creeping further upwards, and he leaked once more. It took him an entire second to be able to stop it, and—

Vegeta yanked the door open. “Out,” he stated as he stepped inside.

Bulma jumped slightly, watching him twitch and fidget next to the toilet. One hand was stuck between his legs, and the other kept tentatively moving to undo his clothing, only for him to continually draw it back.

She hadn’t expected him to do this… “Wha—What?”

“Out,” he repeated. “Enough of this game. Y—You know what I—… What I want to do. So, get out, before I—“

Bulma switched off the shower, and she could see Vegeta visibly lose some tension at the removal of the noise. “I have to get my clo—“

“Out,” Vegeta said once more. He appeared to be buzzing, and Bulma wasn’t sure if it was from the severity of his desperation or the intensity of the embarrassment surely flaring through him.

She’d… She’d pushed this too hard. His body had forced him into doing something so desperate, so far out of his comfort zone. He was now in an extremely vulnerable position, and she knew he hated that with every fibre of his being.

She got out of the shower, reached for her bathrobe and wrapped it around herself. “I’m s—“

Vegeta’s eyes widened for a second, and the hand that had been TRYING to work his clothing apart was finally allowed to act. He aimed at the toilet, and a few errant droplets were squeezed out before he couldn’t manage any more. His shaking intensified, he turned bright red all the way up to his ears, down his neck.

Bulma had never actually SEEN what he looked like in these moments and, for a second, she just stared— The absolute LAST thing Vegeta would want her to do.

‘Fuckfuckfuckfuck!’ Vegeta screamed mentally. She was WATCHING him, when he was— Gah! His chest had never felt colder. It was like his entire upper body had gotten dipped in ice, his lower body was alight in flames from the ever increasing desperation.

Why the fuck hadn’t he just agreed with Bulma earlier?! This was worse than leaving the door unlocked could have EVER been! This was the worst thing POSSIBLE. This was— This was—

His throat started to constrict, his lungs started to struggle. And, suddenly, his hearing actually HAD kind of switched off, like he’d WISHED it would have earlier. All he could hear was this intense ringing in his ears. Nonononono, not THIS, please not this! His wife was standing there, watching him fail to piss in a fucking toilet, and now he’d forgotten how to breathe again. It was IMPOSSIBLE for this to get worse, nothing could top this humiliation, nothing could—

“V—Vegeta, breathe…” Bulma said nervously. She didn’t know what to do, this was her fault for pushing him so much. When he’d started to argue, she should have thought ‘Okay, he’s not ready for this after all, we can try again later.’ She shouldn’t have tried to force him, this was going to set him back SO far, and nothing she said to him would make it better.

Right…?

“O—Oh, wow, this— This enemy of yours is really strong!” Bulma stammered, having NO idea what she was even doing. “A—And you have to fight it every time you need to pee and, wow, you always manage to beat it eventually, don’t you? That must be SO hard, right? I kn—know I could never do it!” His breathing was evening out, that was… That was good. “I b—bet you’re the only one who CAN beat this!” That was what the dragon had said, anyway. Vegeta had to defeat this himself, no one else cou—

At that thought, she had some idea of what might REALLY calm him down.

“Y—You know what? I—If Goku ev—ever woke up one day and had to deal with this, there’s no WAY he’d be able to work through it as well as you do!”

A second later, she heard more liquid pattering against liquid, and Vegeta frantically huffing out; “Turn around! Just— At least turn around!”

Bulma did, whirling to face the still-open door instead of him, and as she did so, she heard Vegeta’s stream pick up into a rushing, forceful gush, and she was close enough to hear how his breathing calmed down tremendously.

Well… He was peeing with the door open, and with her in the room… She’d gotten him all the way to the last of her ‘steps’ tonight, but she just felt awful about it. As far as she could tell, she’d really only gotten his bladder to explode when he was lucky enough to be in the right place for it to happen. She knew he was humiliated beyond all reason, and that this experience was going to just make everything WORSE for him.

He was also going to be furious with her. He’d been so upset the night she’d ACCIDENTALLY overheard him going. This time, she’d unintentionally orchestrated a situation that caused him to lose all control of himself in front of her. The only way she could have screwed up more was if she’d made him actually wet himself.

Vegeta’s eyes were scrunched closed as he peed. He couldn’t open them. He couldn’t remind himself of Bulma’s presence. He could clearly sense her beside him, and that was bad enough. He couldn’t be forced to see her too. He knew pissing with his eyes closed was a pretty terrible idea, but from the sounds of things his stream was ending up where it belonged at least. Gah, the SOUND, it was so noisy, and he couldn’t even do anything to slow it down so it would be a little softer!

This was so embarrassing… And, of course, it had to feel fucking amazing, too. He was debasing himself in front of Bulma, and his body was still being inundated with untold amounts of pleasure and relief. His bladder finally easing back down to a manageable size, and his exhausted holding muscles no longer being forced to tie themselves up in knots felt wonderful. If this wasn’t also the most humiliating moment of Vegeta’s life, he would have been able to really enjoy it.

Bulma’s neck prickled the longer Vegeta peed. Being RIGHT next to him while he did it, aware of just how forceful his stream was, made it even more troubling that it always carried on for such an extreme amount of time. She made him drink three liters of water a day, and she was certain every last drop of that was coming out now. Even accounting for his alien biology, he was hurting himself.

Well. No. Tonight, SHE’D been the one hurting him. If she’d dropped the subject, he would have gone a while ago, like always. He wouldn’t have been brought to the limit like this. This was her fault. She really hoped she hadn’t subjected him to the kidney pain too.

Vegeta finally finished. She heard him fixing his clothes and wiping off the rim of the toilet bowl. She HAD noticed him shutting his eyes as he’d started to pee, and had needed to stop herself from instinctively scolding him. If he needed to keep his eyes closed, then he could keep them closed.

He washed his hands without once turning towards her, then he very briskly rushed out of the room.

Bulma was worried that he was going to go find somewhere else to sleep tonight, too embarrassed to stay next to her. To her relief, he was laying in their bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Awkwardly, she laid beside him, unsure what to say. “I’m… I’m sorry, I… Pushed you too much.”

He didn’t respond.

“Are you alright?”

“I can’t believe I did that…” His voice was so much softer than what she was used to.

“I’m sorry,” Bulma repeated. “I wanted to help, but that was too much. I promise, I won’t do anything like that again. This is YOUR thing, YOU decide how we deal with it— I don’t even have to be involved at all if you don’t want me to be.”

“I actually…” Vegeta trailed off, then he sat up. “Wait… I was ABLE to do that.”

“I know, I made you hold it too l—“

“No,” Vegeta interrupted. “You don’t under— Normally, no matter how severe my… urge is, if someone’s there, it won’t work. That’s why— That’s why the kidney thing you’re so concerned about happens. But, tonight I—I defeated it!”

So, it wasn’t just that she’d made him break his limit? That’s right, breaking his limit didn’t mean that he peed, it meant that his urine started to back-flow. Since he’d managed to go, that meant—

Well, at the very least, it meant that the Goku-Button still worked.

But, she hoped it also meant that what she’d said earlier about it being okay for him to be vulnerable with her was sinking in.

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After that, Bulma noticed that Vegeta left the door unlocked sometimes. It wasn’t very often, and he only did it at night once Trunks had been sent to bed and he no longer needed to worry about him running into their room. It was still major progress.

Bulma chose not to call attention to it, just felt relieved any time he left to pee and she didn’t hear the lock being messed with. There were a few occasions where a couple minutes of silence would follow him entering the restroom, and then she’d overhear him mumbling frustratedly before going back to lock the door, but she was thrilled that he was even trying. Other times, he’d go in, leave the door unlocked, and actually manage to pee. A few months ago, he likely wouldn’t have imagined that being possible.

Bulma ‘pushing’ him so hard HAD gotten him to take a big step. She didn’t want to do it again, though. As much as it looked like ‘forcing and shoving’ were the only things that WORKED to convince him to try these things, she knew how horrified he was that she’d seen him so frantic, needy and vulnerable for a few minutes there.

She wanted him to understand that it was perfectly fine to let himself be vulnerable with her, that she was the one person he should feel comfortable expressing those feelings around, but FORCING him to feel that way again would be torturing him.

Vegeta wanted to deal with this at his own pace. Unfortunately, that pace was just very slow. He insisted that the problem was ‘handled’ now, that being able to relieve himself easily while at home meant that it was resolved. True, getting home fast enough was seldom a problem for a person that could fly, but there were going to be times where he couldn’t just leave in the middle of something, and would have to either pee where he was or hold it until he got hurt.

Over the course of her research into Vegeta’s problem, Bulma had also discovered that, if his bladder was full and refusing to empty, a significant blow to the right spot in his lower abdomen could seriously injure him. She was positive he must have fought while extremely desperate in the past, and was grateful nothing terrible had happened as a result, but if he carried on like this, eventually he might not be so lucky.

Bulma wanted the problem fixed and gone immediately so that she could stop worrying so much about it. She was so disappointed that the dragon balls hadn’t been able to help, and she continually tried to come up with alternative wishes that might grant the same outcome. She just couldn’t think of any.

She knew Vegeta wanted it completely gone too. The amount of shame it brought him was clearly astronomical. He couldn’t see this enemy the way he saw all of his other ones.

But, Bulma had continually tried to MAKE him see it that way. Maybe that was the issue? Presenting each new thing as a ‘challenge’ and trying to rile him up, playing into the fact that he always treated everything like a battle. That might have just made it hurt worse any time he failed, adding to his reluctance to keep trying.

Perhaps, she should handle this with more subtlety somehow, rather than simply TELLING him what he should try next and arguing with him until he got so desperate that he complied.

She wasn’t sure what exactly to do, though.

***

Vegeta knew he was dreaming. He saw Kakarot right in front of him, but couldn’t sense him. So, he knew he wasn’t ACTUALLY stuck on that annoying running water planet Frieza had sent him to ages ago. He knew he was at home, in bed, and that all he had to do to get rid of the horrific pressure knotting up his bladder was wake up.

But, he couldn’t wake up. His brain was being a stubborn asshole and keeping him trapped here. No matter how many times he tried to control his chi and send it flaring through his body, the adrenaline rush wouldn’t arrive, and he remained here.

Here. Where he was surrounded by waterfalls. And by trees that had cameras stuck to them for some inane reason— Likely just because his brain was an asshole.

And Kakarot…

Kakarot even had to show up in his dreams to annoy him, didn’t he?!

“Just destroy all the cameras with your chi,” Kakarot said. “Then, you can go!”

“Kakarot…”

“Oh, looks like you maybe can’t move your hands,” Kakarot decided. “I’ll get rid of them for you!”

Since Vegeta knew he was dreaming, he saw no reason to stop holding himself. Why should he feel embarrassed in front of an imaginary Kakarot? He squeezed himself a little tighter just out of spite, in fact! The clutching didn’t seem to be bringing him any relief, though. He wondered if his real-world hands weren’t actually wedged between his legs like he wanted them to be. 

“Don’t bother,” he told Kakarot. “I know I’m sleeping. If I piss here, I’ll just have a bigger problem to deal with. You SHOULD be trying to wake me up.”

“… You look like you’re awake,” Kakarot said. “Your eyes are ope—“

“I don’t sense your chi, and I haven’t been anywhere near this planet in years,” Vegeta said. “I KNOW I’m not awake!”

***

Bulma woke in the early hours of the morning, needing to pee. She groaned. This was so annoying, and it was always so hard to get back to sleep afterwar—

Awww, Vegeta was holding her! He was actually cuddling a little! He must have been DEEP asleep to be doing that! He was the least snuggly person in the universe, he only ever got this way when he was sleeping and unaware of it.

She supposed he must have been a TINY bit aware of it, though. Because, when he did this, he never squeezed her too hard, he never hurt her. On some level, he must have realized that he was grabbing onto her. Bulma enjoyed it when this happened, and she was almost reluctant to get up and leave his embrace. She really DID need the bathroom, though. If she stayed here in his warm arms too much longer, she could end up falling back asleep, which could easily be a disaster.

She started to get u—

Right…

He may have been GENTLY pulling her against his body, but she was STILL in the arms of a Saiyan. Gentle for him was still quite strong for anyone else. She wasn’t getting up until he let go.

Uncomfortable, Bulma squirmed slightly, hoping that might wake him up for a second. It didn’t.

She wondered if Chi-Chi ever had to deal with this with Goku. She had a feeling that Goku was a lot more prone to cuddling than Vegeta was…

***
So far, Kakarot had tried pinching Vegeta, hitting him, and imitating the sound of an alarm clock. Vegeta still couldn’t wake up, and he was significantly more desperate to do so. He recalled how much water he’d had right before bed, since he still saved the majority of it for the evening. All of it had filtered through his system by now, urgently trying to claw its way back out.

He was letting himself squirm, but it wasn’t doing much good. Worse than his urgent need for relief was the sheer frustration of it all. He KNEW that there was a toilet he could use just a few paces from his current position, not being able to GET to it because his own brain had chosen to torture him was pissing him off to no end.

Nnnh, ‘pissing’ him off… He needed to think of new terms to describe his rage with…

“I know!” Kakarot said. “I’ll scare you awake!”

“Feh, good luck with THAT, Kakarot!” Vegeta said. He uncrossed his legs, tangled them back in the other direction. It didn’t even make the smallest dent in his desperation. He felt like he was going to overflow, muscles spasming as heat brutally ebbed down his length. He didn’t feel anything spill out, and he REFUSED to let himself wet the bed again, not when he KNEW he was sleeping! “I’m not afraid of ANYTHING!”

“Then, I guess you won’t mind meeting my new friend…” Kakarot said.

Vegeta felt his bladder’s inner walls beginning to squeeze again, this time with much more force. The liquid filling him up wanted release so bad, he had to concentrate hard to keep it back.

***

Bulma was now fully awake, she no longer had to worry about falling asleep again. She needed to pee too badly for that to happen, her body couldn’t rest. Vegeta still hadn’t let go of her, though, in fact he was grasping her even tighter, if anything. Still not enough to cause any pain, apart from the pain involved with having to hold in her bladder.

“Vegeta,” she hissed out. “Wake up for a second!” She squirmed against him, wondering why her restless movement hadn’t been enough to disturb his sleep.

He didn’t look comfortable, either. His brows were furrowed, which she supposed was normal, but his jaw was really tense too. And he was shuddering slightly, legs moving around beneath the sheets. It looked like he was having a nightmare of some sort, something he’d vehemently deny if asked.

She nudged him with her foot slightly, “Get up!” She said, louder this time.

***

“Here he is!” Kakarot declared, holding out a small, slimy, pink worm.

Vegeta stared at it, unable to look away. He stopped squirming for a second, having momentarily forgotten how to move. ‘It’s not real, you’re imagining it.’ “Wha— Why are you showing me this?!” He demanded. His bladder spasmed sharply, and his thighs tensed up in an attempt to keep the flood inside him. The liquid was sloshing hard against his opening, but he HAD to keep it in. He was never going to wet the bed again, he would rather die! “You’re supposed to be helping me wake up!”

“I think this little guy might do the trick,” Kakarot said. “Say hello…” He stepped closer to Vegeta, whom took a step back, wincing as the pressure within him grew.

“I— I can see it just fine from here, thank you.”

“Come on, Vegeta, he’s nice,” Kakarot said, coming closer once more.

A fresh wave of desperation overtook Vegeta as Kakarot decided to put the worm ON his arm! It was… It was touching him, and even if it was just a dream, it FELT real, it was all slippery, and oozing, and— “K—K—Kakar—Kakarot!” It was all he could say. There was a worm TOUCHING him, and he had to PISS, and he couldn’t just wake up!

“He likes you!” Kakarot said.

Dream-Kakarot was so much worse than Real-Kakarot!

***

Bulma was beginning to grow VERY concerned that she was going to cause Vegeta to wake up in soaked sheets again. And SHE wouldn’t even have the excuse of being asleep during her accident. No, she’d just had the misfortune of being grasped onto by a ridiculously strong alien when she REALLY needed to be able to stand up.

She’d tried nudging his ankle a few more times, but that hadn’t done anything. She knew she needed to do it harder for it to actually phase him. She knew there was no chance of her accidentally bruising him, either. It was just hard to KICK someone that was sleeping so soundly and snuggling up to her— Especially when moments like this with him were so rare.

He was shaking more, confirming that he was indeed having a nightmare— He’d probably APPRECIATE being woken up out of it, right?

She groaned and nudged him a little harder. When that failed, she kicked against his leg and snapped, “Get up, Vegeta!”

His eyes blearily blinked open, and he started to let go of her. Finally…

Vegeta yawned, “Th—Thank you…” he said in a muffled, sleep-infused voice.

Wait— Did Vegeta ACTUALLY just say— That must have been a really bad nightma—

He quickly got out of the bed and walked on very stiff legs to the restroom, shutting the door.

Dammit…

Bulma couldn’t allow herself to dwell on the fact that Vegeta had FINALLY learned how to say ‘thank you’— albeit, while barely even awake and cognizant of it. He HADN’T been having a nightmare, he’d been having a different type of unpleasant dream.

And now she was going to have to wait here and listen to the results of that dream.

She REALLY hoped he was at least able to get STARTED quickly, though she had no doubts that it would take him a long time to finish.

***

Vegeta rubbed his eyes, squinting hard after he switched on the light in the restroom. He wasn’t even sure why he’d done it, Saiyans could see perfectly well in the dark. Annoying himself further, he glanced at his arm to CONFIRM that it was free of slime. Even though he KNEW the stupid worm had been a figment of his imagination, he still felt like it was there…

As his eyes adjusted to the bright light, his bladder gave a horrendous throb and he hurriedly situated himself in front of the toilet. His insides just cramped up even more harshly, heat stabbing at his opening. ‘Dammit— Come on, just work!’

A few halting dribbles seeped out, stinging as they burned forth. He forced himself to push against that, drawing out a longer spurt, then another. Then, at last, the thunderous stream he’d been holding back for so long.

The lessening of pressure felt wonderful, his lips parted in utter bliss. He was still sleepy, which made it even harder to avoid vocalizing his relief. His mind was all foggy and hazy, tiredness and relief making it hard to think clearly, to remember WHO he was, and that the prince of all Saiyans did NOT moan while engaged in such an embarrassing activity! “Ahhh….”

***

Bulma always felt a little uncomfortable listening to Vegeta go. She knew he didn’t WANT her to hear it gushing out like that, and the amount he released never ceased to concern her. This time, she felt more uncomfortable than ever. Having to hear him pee SO much for SO long while she also needed to go badly brought it to an all new level.

She crossed her legs tightly as his overburdened bladder continued to spill noisily from the other side of the door. She gritted her teeth and kept her hands gripped at her sides. She was NOT going to say anything, she was NOT going to knock on the door. She was NOT going to ask if he was nearly done, or if he could hurry up. Vegeta would have an awful reaction to that. He’d probably stop peeing long before he was finished, his anxiety worsening as he endured the aches of being forced to stop mid-stream. It would take him ages to be able to resume relieving himself afterwards.

Vegeta NEEDED to be left alone. This would be over a lot faster if she just stayed quiet and let him feel secure in his privacy. But, a glance at the clock told her he’d only been going for a minute so far. That meant he still had a lot more to get out, and she couldn’t stop squirming as she waited. If she held still, even for a second, she doubted it would end well.

There were other restrooms, but some of the employees would be in by now. And, well… It was vain and silly, but she didn’t want to be seen by too many people while she was in her pajamas and her hair was still mussed up from sleeping.

And… Okay, maybe she was ALSO a little worried that walking around too much would make her bladder burst…

‘Vegeta, please hurry up…’ she thought. Though, with as loud as his stream was, he was probably pissing as fast as possible…

Then, she heard him… moan…

Of course, she HAD heard him moan before. She’d MADE him moan plenty of times. She’d never heard him do it so loudly while peeing, though. It was a weird thing to imagine him doing.

***

Oh, why had he sighed like that?! It was humiliating! He couldn’t help it! He was too sleep-addled to control himself as well as he usually could! He hoped Bulma hadn’t been close enough to the door to hear that. And, he wished his bladder would hurry up and finish draining, now that he’d lost control of his mouth, his embarrassment had increased tenfold. He considered himself lucky that the emotions hadn’t made him lock back up again.

***

Vegeta stopped peeing for a moment, but Bulma didn’t dare hope that he was done already. Sure enough, his stream resumed just a second later, as fast and loud as ever. He sounded like a broken bath faucet.. How had he been so sound asleep with his bladder so full?! The pain of it should have woken him up long before Bulma did.

‘Come ON, Vegeta…’ Bulma thought, turning her knees towards one another. ‘You’re not the only one that has to go.’ The temptation to ask him to hurry was very strong. She knew that, as soon as the first word was out of her mouth, Vegeta would cease peeing— Whether he was actually finished or not. Chances were, he’d get angry and just storm out of the room, huffing and cursing at the fact that he’d need to try again later. One word, and the restroom would be vacant.

Vegeta would be beyond furious, of course. ‘Woman, what is WRONG with you?’ He’d yell. ‘You know FAR better than to speak to me when I’m… attending to that!’ Bulma could deal with him being grouchy, that was his default emotion anyway. But, then there was always the chance that she’d accidentally undo some of the progress he’d made. Vegeta’s ‘problem’ was even more volatile than his temper, doing anything to worsen it would be horrible.

‘Just wait…’ Bulma told herself. ‘He HAS to be done soon…’ But, she knew how huge his bladder was, she knew how long it typically took him to empty it. It had been around three minutes now, and the watery sounds in the other room hadn’t even started to dwindle.

When the flow finally did end, Bulma was surprised that she hadn’t leaked yet. Five straight minutes of listening to Vegeta piss while holding her bladder had to count as some form of torture. At last, the door opened again and Vegeta’s grogginess seemed to vanish entirely when he saw her standing so close to it.

“H—How long were you—“

“Not long!” Bulma promised. “I only heard the sink, I swear!”

Vegeta’s face reddened anyway. He checked the clock, then headed back to bed. A moment later, he could hear Bulma peeing, which made him blush more. He felt the exact same level of awkwardness he would have experienced had she been listening to him go.

At least she hadn’t heard him tonight— Especially that embarrassing… vocalization he hadn’t been able to stop.

***

Vegeta had promised to spend the next day with Trunks, but he’d THOUGHT that would involve the two of them training together. That was what their father-son days typically consisted of, after all. He’d also assumed that, whatever they did, it would just be the two of them— No involvement from that blasted Kakarot!

Vegeta was wrong on both counts.

Kakarot was taking Goten to the amusement park, and Trunks begged to go as well. Vegeta had struggled not to roll his eyes. What was the point of going to such a place? As far as he understood it, the Earthlings constructed amusement parks because the vast majority of them lacked the ability to fly. The steel contraptions in those parks thus became the humans’ closest equivalent to flight.

But, Trunks could fly perfectly well, so Vegeta had no idea what he’d need to get on a roller-coaster for. He told his son as much, “You can already fly faster and higher than any of those rides.”

“Yeah,” Trunks nodded. “But, when I’m flying I always know which direction I’m gonna go next so I’m never surprised. Plus, some of the roller-coasters go backwards, and it’s really hard to fly backwards without crashing into stuff.”

The dent Trunks had put in one of the walls could attest to that…

“Just let me teach you how,” Vegeta said. “By the time I was your age, I could do it backwards with my eyes shut!”

“Maybe some other time,” Trunks said. “I wanna hang out with Goten.”

“Alright. Have fun.”

“But, I wanted YOU to come!” Trunks whined.

Vegeta would prefer NOT to spend the day at an over-crowded, noisy amusement park. Particularly if Kakarot was going to be there. “I’m going to train.”

“You do that EVERY day!” Trunks said. “Come on! You haven’t played with me in forever!”

“I spent time with you last week.”

“Yeah, but all we did was train… I wanna do something fun.”

“Training is supposed to be fun,” Vegeta sighed. “You acted like you were enjoying yourself.”

“I was… But…” Trunks had learned how to manipulate Dad from watching Mom. He thought he could do it too. “Do you not wanna go because you’re scared of roller-coasters?”

Vegeta seethed, “I can already move faster than them, so why would I find them the least bit threatening?”

“And GOTEN’S dad is going!” Trunks added. “So, HE’S not scared!”

“I’m not scared, you’re being ridiculous! If you want me to go with you THAT badly, I will!”

Trunks smiled, “Thanks, Dad!” He started to rush away, “Come on, let’s go!”

Vegeta didn’t follow him immediately. The last time he’d relieved himself had been in the middle of the night. He hadn’t had enough time to fill up TOO much, but the urge to go was present and unavoidable. He’d also made it a point to never leave the house unless he was COMPLETELY empty. He’d made the mistake of going somewhere without draining himself out first too many times to ever allow it to happen again.

The amusement park would be crowded, of course, the only places he could attempt to find relief would be inside some of Earth’s decidedly uncomfortable public restrooms— He’d be lucky if he even managed to force himself to ENTER one, no way would he actually use it. The park was also in the center of a city, so Vegeta would have a tough time flying off to find some privacy in a forest without someone wondering where he’d gone.

If he didn’t pee now, he was going to regret it.

“Come ON, Dad!” Trunks repeated, realizing Vegeta was still just standing there.

“In a moment Trunks…” Vegeta said, glancing in the direction of his bedroom.

“But, Goten and his dad are gonna beat us!”

Vegeta had to work hard not to take that bait… “They won’t, I just— I have to do something before we leave.” He’d told Trunks about the problem already, Trunks would probably understand without needing a full explanation.

“But, you’re already dressed and stuff, what else do you need to do?”

‘I need to piss while we’re still here, otherwise my bladder will try to murder me today,’ Vegeta thought. “It’s— I— Wanted to…” This was bullshit, he thought it should get EASIER to say this each time he needed to. But, he never became any more willing to form the words. “It’s… Nothing. I just need a couple minu—“

“But, Dad— If it’s nothing, can’t we just leave?” Trunks was a little confused. He wasn’t used to hearing Dad stammer, and it was weird seeing him blush, too… Was Dad ACTUALLY scared of roller-coasters? He’d only said that as a joke…

Vegeta looked towards his bedroom again, willing himself to just SAY it— Trunks didn’t even care about his problem, it should have been so simple to bring it up to him! But, he still couldn’t manage it… “F—Fine,” he said. “Let’s leave…” He’d be alright. He hadn’t had much to drink yet today, he’d probably sweat a lot of it out anyway, and it hadn’t been THAT long since he’d last used the restroom. He’d be fine.

‘If it gets bad, Kakarot will be there,’ Vegeta reminded himself, then furrowed his brow at his own traitorous thoughts. That had sounded an awful lot like he was starting to… Appreciate Kakarot for something! And that was obviously impossible! He didn’t ever enjoy having Kakarot around, for ANY reason! He certainly didn’t NEED Kakarot for anything! He was fine!

When they reached the amusement park, Kakarot was easy to find. Goten was jumping excitedly beside him, already hopped up on sugar and adrenaline. Vegeta tried not to cringe, tried not to let the headache take hold. He couldn’t understand why he found Goten’s excitement so much more irritating than Trunks’s, it wasn’t like Trunks was any quieter…

“Mom measured me this morning,” Goten announced. “I’m tall enough to go on all the big rides now!”

“I doubt it. Your hair doesn’t count, remember?” Trunks said.

Goten pouted, “Yeah, it does so! I asked your Dad how tall he was once, and he counted HIS hair, so hair counts!”

“Oh… Dad, is that why you make your hair stick up like that? You wanna look taller?”

“M—My hair has always looked this way since the day I was born!” Vegeta said, glancing away quickly.

“I’m surprised you came,” Kakarot said happily. “I figured it was just going to be Trunks.”

“I am regretting my decision immensely, I assure you,” Vegeta said. His bladder twinged a little, warning him that he was going to be regretting it a lot more soon. Before the day was out, he just KNEW he was going to be stuck going to Kakarot and mumbling something about needing to go home. He was going to have to rely on Kakarot— again— because he lacked the ability to fix his problem on his own. Pathetic.

“Aw, come on, Vegeta!” Kakarot chided him. “It’ll be fun! Goten says the roller-coasters feel like you’re flying!”

“Kakarot, you can ALREADY fly!”

“Yeah, so that means I’ll be able to compare the feelings!”

Vegeta sighed, Kakarot wasn’t making this sound any less pointless. “Well… Have fun with that,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“I will!”

“I was being sarca— Never mind…”

They entered the park a few minutes later, and Vegeta’s attention was immediately drawn towards the large fountain in the center of it. What purpose did those things even serve? They were a waste of water— The liquid couldn’t be drank, nor could anyone wash themselves in it, and it wasn’t even deep enough to swim. It was just— Just THERE for the sake of being there. Bulma said they were meant to be ‘decorative’, and Vegeta had never been able to wrap his head around why humans were compelled to put random things everywhere just because they allegedly ‘looked nice’.

The only purpose that fountain served was to irritate him. His hearing was too good, and the heavy knowledge that he hadn’t relieved himself before coming here made it even more difficult to tune out the sound of flowing water. He thought he’d just blow the thing up if he didn’t know that Bulma would scold him over it for months after she got sent the repair bill.

So, Vegeta was going to have to endure that noise, which somehow managed to sound louder to him than the crowd inside the park. And it reminded him so much of… of OTHER things that he needed to tense his thighs in response to a sudden increase in pressure. He bounced once on his toes, unable to help it, but certain no one would notice such a small action.

Goku noticed it. He’d already known that, if Vegeta was joining them on this trip, he would need to be brought home for a minute at some point. Vegeta had gotten all panicky at the mere THOUGHT of trying to use a public restroom in an area that was way less populated than this one. That panic would be way worse here, Goku could only imagine how wildly his chi would spike.

And, while Goku figured Vegeta COULD hold it through the entire day, he didn’t want his friend to actually try to do that. He doubted Vegeta would, because once it started getting bad enough to make him squirm, he’d inevitably be mortified to act like that here. He WOULD request Goku’s help eventually, as much as it seemed to always bring him physical pain to do it.

It wasn’t a matter of ‘if’, only ‘when’.

Goku WAS a bit surprised to see Vegeta showing some discomfort already, though. Apparently, something must have prevented him from peeing before he left home today… And he was probably too embarrassed to admit that and ask for Goku to assist him so soon.

Vegeta didn’t enjoy it when Goku was the first one to broach this subject, though. And, he wasn’t acting like he did when he was ready to burst, so Goku decided to wait a little while longer before he said anything. Hopefully, Vegeta would bring it up himself before it got that bad.

Goku noticed Vegeta glaring off to his side, and followed his gaze until he noticed the fountain. Yeah… That sound probably WASN’T doing him any favors now… Best to get him away from it.

“What did you guys want to go on first?” He asked Goten and Trunks.

The boys each called out the names of different rides, and Goku said they’d definitely be able to go on both, suggesting the one he knew to be furthest from the fountain first.

“Very well,” Vegeta said. “I’ll just meet up with you by the—“

“Aww, come on, Vegeta!” Goku chided. “You’re not just gonna stand around and watch all day, are you? That’s no fun!”

“I’ve been looking around this place for three minutes, and it’s already clear that ninety percent of your time here is spent waiting in lines. If that’s what you want to do, go ahead. But, I think running some laps will be a much better use of my time than standing still for ages.”

“But, Dad!” Trunks whined. “I wanted you to come so we could do stuff together!”

“… Fine,” Vegeta grumbled. What… What was that THING Trunks was doing with his eyes? They were, like, bigger than usual… Why the Hell did that make Vegeta want to do what he asked? Had someone taught Trunks a mind-control technique? Who did that?! He was gonna kill them!

“Yay!”

A little while later, Vegeta was impatiently standing in line for the ride Trunks had wanted to go on. He hated staying still for prolonged periods even in the BEST of circumstances, but when he had an extremely noticeable pressure continuing to build in his bladder, it was even HARDER not to move. Having to pee only made it more necessary for him to hold still, though. He was hyper aware of how he was standing, looking down at himself repeatedly to make sure nothing about his posture made it look like he needed to go.

He wanted to tap his foot, like he typically did when his extremely limited patience was wearing thin. Ordinarily, he’d do that without even thinking about it, it didn’t matter if those around him saw that he was testy and irritated. But, when his bladder was aching, such a motion was forbidden, he was sure everyone would think his foot was bouncing because he was desperate to pee, and it had NOTHING to do with him being in an annoyed mood.

Vegeta knew that this worry was ridiculous— He was agitated so often, of course most people would assume that was his only problem. No one would jump straight to thinking that he was going to burst just because he appeared tetchy and irritated. Still, the fullness inside of him, the shame that squeezed tightly around it… It always made him feel so…

‘Maybe a little vulnerable?’

Bulma’s words came back to him… Preposterous as THEY were. Vegeta didn’t feel vulnerable at all, he was incapable of such an emotion.

His need was worsening as he forced himself to stand in the aggravatingly long line. The pulses within were coming on a lot faster and stronger than before. At least the fountain was no longer visible to him, but he swore he could still kind of hear it a little. It may have just been his imagination, though. Or, maybe he was listening to the sound of his rapidly filling bladder sloshing.

Trunks kept talking to him, and he really was TRYING to listen and respond, but he knew he was doing a bad job of that. There were too many things distracting him, his discomfort, his need to CONCEAL said discomfort, stress over when and how he’d be able to alleviate it…

Obviously, the only way ‘how’ was to eventually break down and ask Kakarot. Emptying his bladder here was entirely out of the question. Just the thought of it… The lines for the restrooms were long, too. And, if he appeared ‘impatient’ in one of those, of course everyone would think he was really desperate! They’d be… looking at him, and thinking about how full he was, thinking that he might not ‘make it’ to the front of the line fast enough…

But, of course he WOULD manage to do that! He’d get to the front, and… Possibly be stuck trying to use one of those ridiculous urinal-things the Earthlings had stupidly invented. Just… Out in the open, face going red, body shaking, visibly struggling, clearly not going, where anyone could see! A stall wouldn’t even be that much better, he’d still be overheard as he fought with himself.

The image of that iced him all the way down to his bones, the blood in his veins froze and a chill worked up his spine. If merely THINKING about it made him feel… This… Then actually attempting to do it would just destroy him.

“Vegeta,” Kakarot said. “Are you okay?”

Vegeta jumped slightly, realizing that his shuddering may have been noticeable. “I’m fine, Kakarot. Just bored out of my skull, can’t this line move any faster?”

“You… Uh… You look a little ‘cold’, Vegeta,” Kakarot pointed out.

“I’m fine,” Vegeta repeated. He had a feeling Kakarot could already tell what the real problem was— Kakarot was way too damned good at that, Vegeta thought that he could hold totally still, not shake even the tiniest bit, keep a perfectly neutral expression on his face, and Kakarot would STILL somehow figure it out. He’d see Vegeta’s ankles were closer together than usual, or something tiny and insignificant like that, and it would be enough for him to know.

“Er… Do you want me to… I mean, do you want something to help you warm up?”

Vegeta knew EXACTLY what Kakarot was really offering, and it was very tempting, but they were getting CLOSER to the front of the line now, and Trunks REALLY wanted his dad to go on this stupid thing with him. Vegeta wasn’t bursting, just uncomfortable. He could wait for a more convenient time. “Perhaps later…”

The roller-coaster, to Vegeta’s surprise, felt quite a bit different from flying. For starters, he wasn’t in control of its speed. So if, for example, there was some… ‘reason’ that he kind of wanted to slow down and move at a calmer, steadier pace, that wasn’t an option.

Second, he didn’t get to choose which directions it moved in. He’d thought, initially, that this didn’t matter since he could see the track just fine, but sometimes the cart would go backwards without warning. So, if there was something bothering him, something that would be further agitated by a sudden, unexpected jerk, he wasn’t able to prepare himself for it.

Finally, when he flew, he didn’t have a metal bar over his lap that continually jabbed him in the worst possible spot, over and over and over again!

By the time the ride was over, Vegeta’s legs were wobbling. His bladder felt like it had been put through a cement mixer, tossed around in circles. Stinging liquid sloshed hard against its aching walls, pressure expanding and making it very difficult to walk normally.

Trunks noticed his shaky steps, “Pfft, Dad, you ARE afraid of roller-coasters?” He asked, laughing.

Goten cracked up too, “Heheheh, Mr. Vegeta’s scared…”

“Of course I’m not!” Vegeta exclaimed, attempting once more to straighten himself out. “I— I just—“

“He’s probably a little dizzy is all,” Kakarot said. “Right, Vegeta?”

“Uh… Yeah…” Vegeta said.

“Yep,” Kakarot said. “We don’t fly in loops like that very often, so if either of you think he’s walking weird, that’s why.”

“I like flying loops,” Goten said, thoroughly distracted now. “Trunks, Trunks, I bet I could do more loops than you before I throw up!”

“No, you couldn’t!” Trunks disagreed.

They continued to bicker, and Vegeta was just grateful their attention had been diverted away from his struggle to walk without his knees rubbing. His bladder STILL hadn’t calmed down after the torment of the ride, the pressure inside of it was searing, jabbing very sharply at his opening. He gritted his fists uselessly by his sides, jaw tightening along with his thighs. The intensity of his need showed no signs of abating, he was going to have to—

“Dad!” Goten squealed suddenly. “I really have to go to the bathroom now!” He was squirming around, in the way that… In the way that Vegeta was fighting so hard NOT to, despite a desperate desire to do so.

Trunks snorted as he watched his friend, making Vegeta blush even though HE was doing so well keeping mostly still!

“Okay, okay,” Kakarot said. “I’ll find you one, it’s alright.”

“Hurry!” Goten begged.

“I will— Trunks, do you need to—“

“I’m fine,” Trunks said. “I’ll wait here with Dad.”

Kakarot and his spawn were off then, leaving Vegeta with Trunks. “The roller-coaster actually made you dizzy?” Trunks asked. “But, you fight while flying around all the time, you don’t get sick then!”

“I… Am mostly in control of the directions I move then,” Vegeta said. “It’s different.” He tried to will his legs to stop shaking now that Trunks was looking right at him. They didn’t want to listen. They wanted to cross, and kept trying to, requiring him to force them away from each other. He knew he didn’t look ‘normal’…

Trunks watched, “Did you bruise your knee training? Mom told you that 600 times Earth’s gravity was gonna be too much—“

Vegeta couldn’t stand here anymore. He had to move, this forced stillness was going to make him lose it— It was going to send him doubling over, and then Trunks would know what was ACTUALLY bothering him. “I'm hungry,” he decided. “Let’s go get some food.”

“We’re supposed to wait here for Goten and his Dad.”

“They’ll be able to sense where we are,” Vegeta said. “It doesn’t matter. Come on.” He started to walk off, and while THAT didn’t feel particularly pleasant, it was much better than trying to maintain complete stillness. Trunks followed him until they found one of the concessions stands. There were some picnic tables surrounding it, which was good. Vegeta could sit down and kind of… Shield himself a little, allow his lower body to squirm a bit.

There was, of course, a line though. He glanced longingly at the tables, desperate for the meagre privacy they would offer. He’d be able to bounce his knees, to tap his feet, to cross his legs… If he turned himself correctly, he might even be able to get away with holding himself for a few seconds.

If he could just get in control of this intense, flaring desperation, then he’d be able to wait calmly for a little longer, just a bit longer— Just until he found a good moment to allow Kakarot to bring him home.

But, for now, he had to wait in the line, and stay STILL. His toes clenched up inside his boots as he stood for agonizingly long moments, trying not to bounce his heels or wriggle. The crowd surrounding the stand was setting him very much on edge. So many people to witness if his bladder were to surge just a little too much and force him to double over. He shut his eyes, but this did little to ease the tension, he could still hear everyone, could still sense them…

They finally got to the front, Vegeta just read off a bunch of random foods from the menu, too distracted to be picky— He and Trunks would eat just about anything anyways. Trunks asked for a soda, then paused “Aren’t you gonna drink anything, Dad?”

Trunks looked concerned, and Vegeta felt warm and, yes even VULNERABLE, from his desperate need for release. The last thing he needed was more liquids. “Not thirsty,” he said. He looked back at the tables again, hating how pathetic he was being. He was dying to be over there, even though there’d be no relief, only a tiny bit of privacy in which he could hold himself.

“You’re gonna choke if you don’t have any water,” Trunks said.

That… HAD happened before, a long time ago. Trunks couldn’t have been older than two… Bulma had taken them both to a fancy restaurant, and just INSISTED that Vegeta ride in the car even though he could fly. He had been unable to pee for ages already, the traffic was horrendous, and the idea of getting his bladder even MORE full before heading back into the traffic was unacceptable. So, he’d refused to drink anything, and his throat dried out enough that he got a little choked.

Somehow, Trunks could still remember that.

It must have scared him, or something, for it to stick in his mind…

“Fine, I’ll get some,” Vegeta sighed, and the urge to grab himself as the person at the counter filled up the cup was strong. The sound was unbearable. The liquid inside him seemed to slosh with it. He took the cup as soon as it was full, but had no intention of drinking any.

He was finally allowed to sit down at one of the tables, scooting forward as much as he could to shield his lower body. His knees immediately started to bounce, ankles rubbing. Trunks was busy with his food, not paying too much attention, so Vegeta allowed one hand to move between his legs, squirming into the much needed pressure.

“Hey!” Trunks said.

Vegeta froze for a second, then hurriedly pulled the hand away— He’d noticed, he’d seen, he’d—

“Goten,” Trunks called, “We’re over here!”

Goten ran over, “No fair, you got food without me!” he accused.

Trunks picked up some of his snacks and stood, “I’ll share them with you, stop being a baby.”

Goten smiled and started to follow Trunks to another table, but Kakarot stopped him, “Okay, Goten— Try to remember what I said for the rest of the day.”

Goten nodded, blushing. “I know… I’ll tell you sooner next time.”

Once the kids had gone to a different table, Kakarot sat beside Vegeta. “Poor Goten, the line was SO long, he’s really lucky someone let us cut…”

Vegeta tried not to groan as he turned away, gripping a hand against his jiggling knee since he was too embarrassed to hold on where he REALLY needed to.

“He didn’t say anything ’til it was almost too late,” Kakarot said. “I guess I can’t blame him, though. I still do that sometimes.”

“Kakarot, could we speak about literally ANYTHING else?” Vegeta requested. He shoved some of the snacks he’d gotten towards Kakarot— It wasn’t exactly easy for him to eat right now, anyway. “Here, stuff your face and stop talking.”

“Okay.”

***

As the kids ate, Goten kept glancing over to the other table.

“What do you keep staring at?” Trunks asked.

“Your Dad’s acting weird,” Goten informed, taking another large bite of food. “He does that sometimes…”

“Weird?” Trunks repeated, confused. Dad hadn’t shouted at Goten’s dad in a while, or called him any strange names. Actually, Dad had been pretty quiet lately, which Trunks supposed was unusual for him, but not that interesting. “What do you mean?”

“He’s shivering, and he won’t sit up straight, which is weird ‘cause normally he’s all stiff and glaring at everybody and stuff…” Goten took a sip from his drink. “Except, sometimes he changes and I dunno why.”

Trunks looked over at his Dad as well now. Goten was right that Dad’s posture wasn’t as rigid as usual, and Trunks figured that was just because he was taking the day off… But, the way he was sitting now didn’t make him look more relaxed than usual. Actually, it was quite the opposite. He looked extremely tense, jaw tight, shoulders drawn in… And he WAS shivering, which was something Trunks had seen him do fairly often and had never paid much attention to.

He was acting kind of weird, and Trunks had no clue as to why until he noticed Dad’s foot was bouncing. Trunks shrugged and turned back to Goten, “It’s nothing, I think he just needs to—“ He stopped himself and shoved several fries into his mouth, as many as he could fit. He couldn’t believe what he’d almost said! Dad would be so angry at him!

“Needs to what…?” Goten asked.

Trunks struggled to swallow the mouthful without choking, trying to think of something else to say. “N—Needs to get back to training,” Trunks said. “He always gets super tense if he can’t do that.”

“Oh,” Goten said. After a moment, he added “But, I’ve seen him act all weird even after fighting and stuff, too…”

“Then maybe it’s something else,” Trunks said quickly. “I dunno.” He looked back towards his father. Now that he’d recognized it, he could tell Dad REALLY needed to go… Dad wouldn’t squirm like that if it weren’t necessary. That was probably what Dad had meant earlier when he’d said he wanted to do something before they left the house. He’d already needed to pee then, and Trunks trying to rush him out the door had made him too embarrassed to admit it.

Dad was probably ALREADY angry at him…

Trunks had seen his Dad desperate to pee several times. Dad never SAID anything about it, but sometimes the way he acted made it pretty obvious. Now that Trunks knew why Dad never just WENT, he felt kind of bad. Trunks didn’t know when his father actually peed, but assumed he usually only did it at home. They were gonna be here ALL day. Dad was really tough, he was the toughest Dad in the world! But, could he really hold it that long?

Trunks wasn’t imagining his Dad having an accident— He couldn’t even picture that— But he had this vague idea of some other bad thing that might happen instead. Dad had probably waited for ages and ages lots of times before and had gotten used to it, yet he still just felt… Well, it was a new feeling, but he felt kind of sorry for his Dad the more he thought about this thing. They were here to have fun together— Dad rarely let himself have fun to begin with!— and that was gonna be harder if he was uncomfortable the whole time.

Was there a way to make him feel better? Dad could go pee at home… Goten’s dad could teleport… Yeah, Trunks just had to get Goten’s dad to take them to the house for a little bit! However, Trunks knew his OWN father well enough to guess he wouldn’t ask Goten’s for a favor like that. Goten’s dad probably didn’t even know about the problem to start with, and Dad would NEVER tell him about it, much less request help!

Trunks kept thinking about it, and eventually settled on a plan. He wasn’t going to enjoy putting that plan into action very much, but if it meant Dad could feel comfortable enough to have fun with him, he’d do it.

Trunks finished the last of his food, then stood up and ran over to his Dad. “Dad, I wanna go on another ride with you!” He said. “Just us this time!”

Vegeta tried to stop bouncing his feet as he turned around. Another ride would annihilate his bladder, the bloated organ STILL hadn’t calmed down after the first one! He needed Kakarot to take him home first, but he couldn’t think of a good excuse to use in front of Trunks. He couldn’t think of anything other than the truth, which was that he was currently dying to pee and in very real danger of squirming and clutching himself in full view of a crowd of people today.

Yet, he couldn’t say that…

He noticed Kakarot giving him a worried look as he forced himself to his feet, “Alright…” he managed. “Show me which one.”

“Uuuum… This way!” Trunks decided, leading him off.

Vegeta fought to keep up with Trunks’s pace. His bladder was balanced so precariously inside of him that one wrong step would make it pound and throb so torturously that he was forced to stop for a second to regain control without losing his composure. He felt himself sweating copiously, felt his knees rubbing, felt his thighs straining. He knew he must have been walking strangely, and hoped that, coupled with the perspiration rolling off of him and the warm blush on his face, he looked more ‘overheated’ than he did ‘bursting to piss’.

Trunks hoped that taking Dad this way wouldn’t end too badly… He knew this was the last thing Dad would WANT to see right now, but he thought it was necessary for his plan to be believable. He needed Dad to fall for this, to make sure he didn’t realize Trunks had figured out why he was so uncomfortable.

Trunks thought Dad WOULD believe it. He’d been having fun at an amusement park all day, not really paying attention to things, he’d drank that big soda, and then he’d be near an enormous fountain that would remind him of anything he’d been neglecting.

Trunks really wasn’t going to LIKE what had to come next, though.

After a few minutes of pained walking, Vegeta had to try very hard not to curse when they went by that infernal fountain again. He didn’t WANT to look at, much less HEAR the stupid thing, but he couldn’t divert his attention away from it. In fact, his eyes just seemed to be DRAWN to it. His aching midsection throbbed urgently at the sight, huge bursts of liquid spouting out, rushing hard and fast into the pool below. It was reminding him a bit of his awful dream from the previous night, being stuck on that horrible water planet again…His back started to twinge… ‘Dammit, stop looking at it! Pretend it’s not there!’

Trunks saw Dad start to shake more as he stared at the fountain. He started to squirm around, which felt really weird since he didn’t ACTUALLY need to pee. He then tugged on his father’s hand to get his attention, “Daaaad!”

Vegeta was grateful for the distraction from the fountain until he looked down and saw WHAT exactly Trunks was whining about. He did not want to subject himself to the torment of standing in a restroom for several minutes, unable to urinate in it. “You are old enough to go by yourself now, Trunks,” he reminded. “I will wait right h—“

“B—But, I,” Trunks looked down, trying to appear embarrassed. He figured he was doing a good job, he could feel that he was blushing a bit from the silly dance he was making himself do. “The lines are all super long, and I don’t think I can wait…”

Vegeta’s first instinct was to demand why he hadn’t gone earlier, before it had become such a serious emergency, but he gritted his teeth and held it back. Preventing Trunks from inheriting The Problem was secretly one of Vegeta’s most important goals, part of that was ensuring Trunks was never made to feel ashamed when he needed to go. He LOOKED very ashamed now…

Vegeta glanced around until he spotted a restroom. He’d been pointedly ignoring them all day, lest his bladder decide to start ‘acting up’ at the sight of them— as if it wasn’t the infernal thing’s OWN fault that the room was utterly useless to Vegeta. He saw that the line was, indeed, VERY long. Trunks was fidgeting an awful lot, should Vegeta encourage him to wait through it anyway?

Trunks already didn’t think he could make it, if he turned out to be RIGHT and then had an accident in front of all these people… Vegeta would have basically set him UP to develop The Problem. His son would be humiliated, devastatingly embarrassed, and that was how it would start. He’d THINK about the awful experience every time he needed to pee, the feelings twisting and coiling inside of him until they transformed into something new and monstrous.

And, it would ultimately be Vegeta’s fault for not helping him properly.

If Vegeta himself weren’t so uncomfortably weighted down by his own over-full bladder, he knew he’d be able to rush Trunks to a different restroom very quickly, hopefully there was one elsewhere in the park with less of a line. But, running wasn’t a great idea at the moment, the warning pulses in his lower back would ignite and the blinding agony of gallons of acidic heat scorching his kidneys would follow. If that pain overtook him in such a crowded area, if it made him shout and double over, everyone would stare… The only thing that could possibly be worse would be if he somehow actually lost control of his bladder here…

Plus, having to carry Trunks at the same time… What if Trunks accidentally kneed him in the wrong spot while he was wriggling around?

There was another solution, Vegeta hoped it wouldn’t embarrass Trunks as badly as it often did him… “Kakar— Goten’s Dad can teleport, remember? He can take you home for a second.”

Trunks tried not to smile. Awesome! This was working! He was gonna help his dad! He made himself squirm some more, “Wh—Where is he? Hurry!”

“You should be able to sense his…” Vegeta paused. If Trunks was as bad off as he looked, he was probably struggling to focus enough for that. “This way, I’ll take you.” It felt like Kakarot and Goten had left the picnic tables, but they weren’t TOO far away from them. He took Trunks’s hand and led him back in the other direction.

Now that he had an actual goal, Vegeta found he could walk a little easier. His need to hurry, to keep Trunks’s bladder from getting broken in the way that his own was, was somehow even stronger than his need to pee. If Trunks developed this Problem, he would never, EVER forgive himself. This was the ONLY thing he didn’t want Trunks to inherit from him.

He could see Kakarot, almost there…

But, as he got closer to Kakarot, and thought of what he was going to say, the worse he felt. “Trunks needs you to take him home for a minute, he can’t wait through the line for the bathroom.” If someone said anything along those lines in regards to HIM, it would be mortifying! If he said that, he would only humiliate Trunks. Even if it only bothered his son a LITTLE, Vegeta was determined to prevent him from associating the need to urinate with even the SMALLEST hint of shame. That was the only way to ensure The Problem wasn’t passed down to him.

Vegeta WAS still… Deeply, deeply uncomfortable, Kakarot had already noticed it. Maybe he wouldn’t have to say ANYTHING to Kakarot, but if he DID… He could say that HE was the only one that was… In a rush…

He reached Kakarot and, ugh, there were SO many people! He didn’t want to speak, even in a whisper— He was so bad at whispering anyway! Even when he tried his very best to talk softly, it never worked, someone would hear him, someone would know—

He had to take care of Trunks… “K—Kakarot!”

Kakarot turned, “Hey, you guys already—“

“I— I need you t—to bring me home immediately. F—For… Uh… You know…” Ugh, even being THAT fucking vague was making him sweat. He squirmed, stepping in place, his disobedient body forcing him to emphasize his point against his will.

Trunks was surprised his father hadn’t mentioned HIM needing to go home at all… He didn’t understand why he hadn’t. ‘My kid’s the one that needs to pee really bad’ was such a good excuse to get out of having to admit his own desperation. Trunks tried not to frown, he’d done all that embarrassing dancing and then Dad hadn’t even used the ‘cover story’ he’d handed to him! ‘Maybe Dad just has to pee so much now that he can’t even think anymore…’

Trunks watched as Goten’s dad looked them both over. He forced himself to squirm even more obviously, hating that Goten was there to see him doing it. His face was on fire…

Goten’s dad furrowed his brow with concern, “O—Oh, okay,” he said. “Right now?“

“Immediately,” Vegeta repeated harshly. How DARE Kakarot make him say it twice? It was embarrassing enough the first time! He wouldn’t have ASKED Kakarot for this to begin with if the situation weren’t dire, it should have been obvious enough—

Kakarot looked down, “Goten, I need to help Trunks and his dad with something for a minute. Can you stay here and keep out of trouble for me?”

Goten nodded.

Vegeta felt Kakarot’s hand on his shoulder and tightened his grip on Trunks’s hand. Oh, he should have warned Trunks that teleporting while needing to pee felt odd— Even if that would require admitting to the boy that Kakarot had been ‘assisting’ him with this! He should have warned Trunks that there would be a sudden increase in pressure that lasted about a second, he should have told his son to brace himself for it! What if it was too much of a shock and he—

They appeared in front of Bulma and Vegeta frantically looked down. Trunks was dry, he was okay, everything was fine… Vegeta’s own bladder was still mid-spasm from the trip over here, and that wasn’t fine at ALL, but he forced himself to ignore it and just push his legs a little closer together in an effort to quell it. His back ached, an unsettling heat beginning to creep upwards through it…

Bulma wasn’t surprised to see them until she noticed Trunks was with them, “Oh, Trunks, are you alright?”

Vegeta nudged him. Oh no, what if he couldn’t walk now? Vegeta could carry him, but what if the assistance filled him with shame and caused him to—

“I’m fine, Mom,” Trunks said. “Just have to…” he started to rush down the hall.

Vegeta exhaled slowly. He wasn’t even sure which was contributing the most to his tension; concern for Trunks or the absolutely crushing weight of his searing bladder. He shifted his feet for a second, trying to get the pangs and throbs within him to settle down before he started moving again.

They refused to die down, remaining as fierce as ever, and pounding through him at a near constant rate. He forced himself to begin the walk to his bedroom, dismayed that Bulma had been so far from it this time.

It took him two minutes worth of painfully slow steps to get to his room. Once there, he slammed the door shut behind himself, and as soon as he heard it click, his body just… It decided to show him EXACTLY how awful it could be to him. His need for relief completely skyrocketed. He’d already been experiencing severe desperation to begin with, but all of the sudden, it now felt borderline LETHAL. The walls of his bladder were squeezing in, his urethra stung and felt like it had been lit on fire, his back screeched, he was dazed and dizzy… Just, all in the blink of an eye, his pain level had quadrupled.

And, naturally, all of that coming on so suddenly and so intensely was enough to prompt a short leak.

It felt so horrid that, for a few moments, he couldn’t move forwards. He just doubled over, clutched himself, forced his eyes closed and dug his feet against the floor. “Nnnnnh, what the Hell?” Why had it gotten so much worse so damn fast? Now, he feared he might burst when he was just a few paces from the restroom because his bloated, water-logged body refused to let him walk!

The mental image of that was so horrifyingly pathetic that it gave him the strength to move again. His body protested it, and the closer he got to the restroom, the worse the aches and pains got. His bladder was a fucking asshole, here he was, finally getting to the one place where he could reliably drain it, and yet it was hitting him with everything it had to try to stop him from actually making it.

He didn’t normally do this, but his body was being so disobedient that he didn’t want to take any chances. There was only one thing that would be more pathetic than pissing himself a few steps from the restroom; Pissing himself while standing directly in front of the toilet. So, he started to move his clothing apart before he’d actually gotten into the restroom. It made his face heat up, knowing that it made his desperation obvious— Not that his pained, hunched over hobbling hadn’t already done that. No one was in the room with him, no one was able to see him right at the very edge of his limit…

He shoved his way into the restroom at last, starting to dribble again when he saw the toilet. Even though he was letting SOMETHING out, his bladder only managed to hurt even worse. He struggled up to the toilet, pulling himself out the rest of the way and aiming.

To his immense shock, he didn’t have to strain. The shuddering leaks built into a stream right away. His toes curled again as his agony was replaced by intense relief. His eyelids fluttered, his swollen bladder slowly compressing and the painful bloat fading away. He gritted his teeth, trying not to repeat the mistake from last night where he’d accidentally… sort of… moaned… It just felt so good, though. Why did this have to feel so good? How could the same thing torture him so immensely, yet also bring him pleasure? It didn’t make any sense.

He wanted to hate EVERYTHING about his bladder, because of all the horrible ordeals it put him through, all the humiliation, all the shame, but then whenever he finally got to empty it, it made him feel so amazing that it was a struggle not to gasp and moan— And he’d feel weirdly grateful that he was the only person with a bladder huge enough to be able to enjoy this feeling for five entire minutes straight.

***

Once both Trunks and Vegeta had been gone for a while, Goku glanced worriedly at Bulma. “Is Trunks okay?” He asked.

“I think so, he didn’t get hurt, did he?”

“No…” Goku looked down the hallway for a second, making sure that neither Vegeta nor Trunks were coming back yet. He knew that Vegeta probably wouldn’t be finished relieving himself for several minutes, at least, but he didn’t want Trunks to overhear this either. “I was worried about something else.”

“What?”

“Does he copy Vegeta a lot? I mean, I know he does with some stuff… He makes the same faces, and sometimes tries to use the same attacks, but today I had to bring them both HERE, and—“

“You think Trunks is starting to develop the same problem Vegeta has?” Bulma guessed.

Goku nodded. “And, if that’s what’s happening, I can help. I’ll teach Goten instant transmission, since he and Trunks are together so often, and I’m sure Goten will get good at it right away. He picks up new techniques way faster than I ever d—“ Goku cut himself off when he saw Trunks walking back down the hallway. If Trunks WAS like his father in this regard, he wouldn’t be happy to overhear people talking about it.

Bulma looked down at her son. She didn’t think that Vegeta’s problem was hereditary, the issue was so dependent on Vegeta’s thoughts and emotions, and Trunks had no reason to feel the same anxiety and shame Vegeta did. She did know, however, that sometimes kids would subconsciously mirror habits and behaviors they saw in their parents. If Trunks noticed that Vegeta avoided public restrooms, even when he was visibly desperate, he may have begun to copy that without even realizing it or understanding.

***

Vegeta finally finished. He’d been so full, he was never leaving the house without peeing again. He’d have to think of a way to accomplish that without the need to say anything embarrassing.

He tucked himself back away, feeling the slight dampness from his leaking, and that brought back the intense feelings that had assaulted him moments earlier.

What the Hell was that?! Why had everything gotten so much worse, so much more dire, so much more painful, the instant he’d reached his bedroom? That hadn’t built up at the same, gradual rate it had been doing throughout the rest of the day, it had been instantaneous! A few times, he’d had something kind of similar happen to him when he got home after spending a lot of time out, but it had NEVER been that extreme.

Stupid body… Stupid, suggestible bladder… Stupid…

Wait, was Trunks okay?! What if that same thing had happened to him?! What if he’d reached the restroom, and everything inside him went haywire all at once, and HE hadn’t been able to withstand it?! What if he’d had an accident right in front of the toilet?! He’d be so embarrassed and upset! He’d be ashamed of himself! He’d think about it every time he had to go, and he’d end up—

Vegeta rushed out and back down the hall, finding Trunks standing with Bulma and Kakarot, Trunks was— He was still dry, and still in the same clothes, and he was no longer squirming. He was okay, he was safe, and Vegeta would never let him inherit The Problem.

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