Vegeta observed the new world around him, unimpressed by what he saw. Pink sky. Thick fluffy yellow clouds like Kintoun. Blue and red-faced demons with horns wearing business suits and business dresses. Floating gaseous balls of white light all stuck in a long, long, long line, dragging out for miles around. That line led to one place, a huge brick building with a red clay roof. A building Kami was walking towards.
He checked Goku beside him and rolled his eyes at the awe-struck look on his face. "Wow..." Goku circled in place, taking everything in. "So this is the afterlife..."
"Tch." Vegeta glared at two demons talking about politics and bureaucracy. "Disappointing."
"Huh?" Goku put his full attention on him now. "How come?"
"I expected something less... monotonous."
"Ah." He scratched the back of his head, frowning. "Yeah, that's true."
"Hurry up, you two," Kami said from up ahead, looking over his shoulder. "King Yemma awaits."
"Okay!" Goku shouted back, while Vegeta grunted in reply.
As they trailed behind Kami, walking past the long line of souls, Vegeta murmured to Goku, "At least we didn't have to die to get here."
"Hehe, true! I was worried there for a second when Kami said the afterlife. I thought he was gonna have to kill us or something so we could get there."
Vegeta paused mid-response at the sensation of Goku's tail tip running along the inside of his wrist— the Saiyan sign of affection. He flickered his attention to Goku's face at the same time a rush of emotion pushed through their bond. Worry. Fear. Love, for him, about him. Over the bond. The emotions on Goku's face.
Without looking away, Vegeta unfurled enough of his tail around his waist to flick Goku's tail back—a Saiyan sign of affection meant only for mates. He smiled for a brief moment at the way Goku's face turned bright pink, giving Vegeta that sweet, loving smile he enjoyed coaxing out of his mate.
Over the r'bhon'or, Vegeta said, For our people. Our families.
Goku nodded in return.
They soon stood before an extremely large mahogany desk, one that dwarfed the three of them completely. On the other side sat a frazzled, behemoth red-faced demon in a burgundy suit, writing down frantically in a gigantic book. Vegeta figured this was the creature Kami was talking about earlier on the Lookout, before they teleported to Otherworld. King Yemma, the purveyor of souls in Otherworld, the judge deeming who went where in the afterlife.
A blue demon, most likely his attendant, walked up to the side of his free arm, on top of the desk, whispering something to him.
King Yemma grunted. "Mm, thank you." Then he lifted his head, putting his pencil down. Addressing only Kami, he said, "These are the two?"
Kami nodded. He gestured to Goku first—"Son Goku."—then Vegeta. "Prince Vegeta the IV."
"Ah, yes, Goku." King Yemma tapped to a page on his book with a long finger. "Purest soul I've ever seen. I don't have a problem with him going down Snake Way." Vegeta held no shock when Yemma turned to him with a glare. "Prince Vegeta, however—"
"—is my prince," Goku snapped, stepping in front of him. "My mate." Vegeta couldn't resist smirking at the low growl in Goku's voice and the way his tail lashed behind him. "Wherever I go, he goes. If he is not welcomed, then I am not welcomed."
Kami sighed in front of them, shaking his head. "My apologies, King Yemma. I forgot to mention that they are mates—er, bonded."
"Soul-bonded?" King Yemma frowned. "I didn't know Saiyans used old magic."
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Dragonball: Rewritten
ActionA routine planet purging became a near-death experience for Vegeta, one that should've ended him up in a healing tank. But a stray beam from the planet below knocked him off course, heading towards a wayward planet with a weird name: Earth. A "what...
