The light shining through the window finally hits his eyes, making him shut them even tighter before resigning to waking up despite it all. It doesn't go without a fight, flipping over and covering his head with his pillow before giving up, already awake. With a groan, he shoves the covers off of himself to find that's he's alone in bed.

"When did he get up?" He wonders aloud, crawling out of the warm bed and rubbing his eyes as he exits the bedroom and out into the living room. Yawning, he plops down onto the futon, trying to wake up more but to no avail.

"You got up early," he says to Yu, eyeing the fridge as he picks himself back up off the futon and heads towards it, grabbing the milk out of it to pour himself a glass.

It was easily one of the most embarrassing things he'd ever done in his entire life.

He panicked. If he hadn't, everyone's lives would have ended, the planet would be gone, he'd be dead. But thankfully, the man managed to pull it off, save the world, all in one humiliating act. But the cherry on top had being told that he was bad at it.

The Prince of Saiyans isn't bad at anything he does. And it had been enough to keep Lord Beerus happy...what if he had to do it again? He doesn't want to do it again. He doesn't even want to think about doing it again. The mere thought of having to perform like a trained monkey in front of anyone ever again nagged at him. All it would take is one small request from the God of Destruction himself- a request that might include performing well to keep the god from wiping out the entire galaxy while he was at it. Who knew with a fickle cat like that. But what could he do other than learn.

Learn to dance and sing. It was absurd, inane, and frighteningly necessary. It was a matter of pride, above all else.

Walking down the hallway to where he knew the lab resided, the doors slide open and allow him entrance where he'd find his wife working hard as she always does. Concern wears on his features, but not without a great deal of determination. There is no greeting, only Vegeta approaching her at her workstation.

"Bulma," he says curtly, "I need to ask you something."

It had been a long day at Junes, but Yosuke had gotten off a little early due to getting everything he needed to get done for the day. It had been exhausting, but he isn't complaining about being able to come home a few hours earlier than normal. He'd left some other boxes around after he'd moved in with Yu- things were going relatively smoothly now and he was becoming more and more comfortable with himself and his new boyfriend. He set some tea on the stove, preparing it for when he expected his partner to return home from working with the kids. He's sure Yu would appreciate that, and thankfully it finishes about five minutes before Yu would walk through the front door.

Yosuke sits on the couch, sipping some of it himself when he hears the door open. Looks like Yu was home.

"Hey, partner! How was...uh..."

His voice stops short. Yu didn't look so good...

Truly solving the case was an accomplishment for all of them, but it was bittersweet. Yu was still leaving, and Yosuke was going to miss his partner more than words could express. After leaving the TV world, as beautiful as it had become, there were still some words to be said between the two boys, and Yosuke had pulled Yu aside and asked him to meet him out on a hill right outside of Inaba that he knew of. It was isolated, but gave a nice view of the city itself and a gorgeous sight of the bright, blue sky that they'd worked so hard for.

The sight of a clear sky without fog, the sun shining, something that none of the Investigation Team ever knew that they were taking for granted.

Walking up the hill, he sits down on the grass, happy that he at least could spend a few final moments with his best friend before he left for what would end up being a short amount of time, but would feel like forever to Yosuke.

"Well, this is it! I found this last year sometime when I was checking the place out. Nice view, huh?"

The town is run down and ragged, and Goku isn't sure how they ended up here in their travels. His seven year old son trails behind him, a powerful fighter in his own right, as they enter the shambles of what he'd once call a village long ago. Scratching his head, he takes a look around- there isn't even too many people to speak of, save for an old man in an old traveling cloak sitting on the corner of an inn.

"Hey, Goten, maybe that guy can show us around."

So Goku heads over to the elderly man, greeting him and introducing himself.

"Hi! I'm Goku, and this is my son Goten. We're new around here, and I was wondering if maybe you had any information that'd help us out?"

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Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad! [The miniature version of Goku scampered his way to his father's room, just so he could jump onto Goku's bed repeatedly.] Wake up wake up wake up wake up! [HE'S JUST SO EXCITED. WAKE UP GOKU, YOUR SON IS EXPECTING MUCH FROM YOU TODAY.]