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….Honesty In Dosage ….
Rating: 16+
Warning: Some yaoi and violent content.
M: It had been brought to my attention that there seems to be a severe lack of DBZ fan fiction postings. We are all forgetting that it was there for us in our childhood. Please, rekindle the flame in your heart that you had for these characters when you where so innocently impressed with them and imitated their energy blasts to your classmates. (Though this story would not be suitable for our ten-year old selves.) -wink-
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Part One
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The first time Vegeta had stepped onto Earth he was a feared enemy, second a questionable comrade, third a strong alley, then eventually he ascended into friend among the fighters.
One though, had always seen him as a possible companion, even when this man had beaten down and threatened the people closest to his heart.
Goku had valued every second of his first fight with Vegeta, as he recalled now.
The current casual spar (an unusual occurrence in itself) was nothing compared to that first battle.
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The most powerful, the strongest! This third class warrior should be nothing to him. To actually have to undergo the transformation of Oozaru to beat this clown was laughable!
Even when won, this fight would bring him nothing but disgrace because of the trouble, he was enraged.
Vegeta's fist slammed into the side of Goku's battered body that went from floating limply in the air to crash landing into rubble.
Pushing a heap of rocks aside, Goku couldn't remember the last time he was so low in energy. It was a burden to simply stand up!
Vegeta was unlike any other being he had encountered. Wearily he raised his eyes to the giant and stared into the maddening red orbs full of hatred glaring down at him.
Why does the prince seem to loathe him so? Goku is only defending his planet, surely Vegeta can understand that? No, Goku thought as he raised his arms from his sides to form another energy blast, this isn't about the earth anymore, it's about power.
The thrill of the fight was magnified by the alien's fierce desire to dominate him in strength. Vegeta was intoxicating.
"Kaaaaa….maaaayyy….haaaaa," a ball of light began to materialize between his bloodied fingers, "maaayyyy….HAAA!"
Bursting out of his palms, the beam headed towards the prince.
Rows of pointed teeth presented themselves as Vegeta smirked at the puny mans attempt at attack. His jaws opened wide and red light shot from his mouth, diminishing Goku's blast and disintegrating the ground on which the weakling stood.
Not wasting any time, Vegeta stalked over to his prey and scooped him up with one massive hand.
"Ha, ha. Did you actually think you could put up any kind of defense in the state your in? You will never be able to defeat me!" His grip tightened, and the figure in his hand released a startled cry of pain.
So powerful, even in it's own distribution without any kind of remorse. Goku gritted his teeth, cracking open an eye he attempted to still the image of the giant apes gleeful face. What terrifying power.
All of a sudden, Vegeta's jaws went slack and his eyes wide. He dropped his prey and hunched over in pain.
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Killian stood on a small cliff, just high enough to look over the destruction of the dry land. Craters everywhere, rubble piled at the bottom of mountains, and in the center were the two fighters responsible for it all.
The spirit bomb Goku had entrusted him with burned brightly above his head.
He watched nervously as Vegeta's angry gaze darted around for the one responsible for cutting off his tail.
Gohan had flown into the scene earlier, making Krillian even more anxious to throw the bomb for fear that his young friend might get hurt.
Now.
He swung his body back and flung the ball of light.
Vegeta looked up in surprise and repressed horror to see Goku's spirit bomb hurtling at his chest. After an intake of breath it hit.
Goku watched with a mixture of relief, surprising disappointment, and amazement as his attack met the struggling prince.
An overwhelming feeling of panic took hold of him. The urge to not let this battle end was strange. He didn't necessarily want this warrior banished to the realm of the dead.
Vegeta appeared overpowered, and fell backwards into the earth, followed by an explosion.
Darkness overtook Goku as he closed his eyes to shield them from the blinding light of the other saiyans destruction, only to open them again to his sons smiling face.
Krillain leapt down from the rocks, sprinting to where he lay. He grinned and shouted, "We did it! We won!" Goku formed a half-hearted smile.
Was the happiness of others worth another's life?
"Great job you guys." He attempted sitting up and winced. Gohan immediately held out his small hands to support his father's head. Krillian laughed, "He sure beat the tar out out you though."
A rustling not too far away interrupted their playful banter. Krillian's brow slanted down into a defensive frown. Gohan gasped and leaned closer to his father as he stared in fear at the saiyan prince crawling out from the wreckage.
He was heaving heavily, was bloodied and bruised, yet he continued to make his way scrambling on the ground for his space ship.
Krillian located Yacharobi's sword sticking up rigid from the ground and pulled it free, walking over to the struggling alien.
Goku had stared in amazement at the still alive form of Vegeta. Pride swelled in his chest, as would have been for a mother whose child had gotten straight A's on their repot card.
From this one encounter, he knew with every fiber of his being that Vegeta would keep coming back as long as he had breath in his lungs. To fight, to be the best.
Vegeta had just laid a shaking hand on the door of his ship when the bald fool pointed the tip of a sword at his chest.
He growled in frustration. It would not be this runt who finishes him.
As the moron drones on about not letting him escape, he looks over to Kakkarot. Kakkarot, the third class warrior of his race who had nearly, nearly beaten him.
He could see a soft look in the exhausted gaze of the other saiyan. Vegeta smirked, then was torn out of his amusement as Krillian yelled and raised the sword to the skies to strike.
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During the life awaited battle for Vegeta on the planet Namek…
Vegeta's cheek was pressed firmly to the gravel when he arrived. Practically lifeless and at Kakkarots feet, pathetic, he thought. Frieza had beaten him, and here was this clown standing in the spot that he should be.
He winced and coughed up blood. Gasping and shivering he whispered, "Kakk…arot."
This man, he would listen. With all of the wretched goodness in him he will listen whether he wants to or not.
Saliva trickled out of his mouth, blood seeped through the cracks in his armor, as Vegeta began to tell Goku the worst that Frieza has done.
And with an unfamiliar urge to explain himself and his actions he had also told him about the death of his father, the demolishment of their home planet, and the brutality he had endured under that monsters rule.
That's when he started weeping in his tale, salty tears had begun to flow from his eyes onto the foreign planet.
Vegeta needed Kakkorot to understand, to understand that the current circumstances call for no mercy. Mercy that the saiyan had bestowed on enemy after enemy, and that included himself.
He had to convince this angel like saiyan to commit sin upon a sinner.
Vegeta faltered and hacked, Frieza had shot a hole through his chest to silence him. Goku, who had been listening to Vegeta's words with every fiber of his being, whirled around enraged.
"Why would you do such a thing?! He couldn't even fight anymore, there's no honor in that."
Though somewhat delusional with all of the pain, the prince let out a rasping fit of laughter.
How do you teach a saint to withdraw on honor? This life long war he had been fighting with Frieza, it had no place for honor in it.
Horrified at Vegeta's condition, Goku told him to save his strength, to not speak anymore.
The prince disregarded this concern and begged the other saiyan until his last breath to destroy the creature who had enslaved him since childhood.
He will do this for me, Vegeta thought. This being is so pure of heart that he cannot stand to see another's suffering. Kakkaorot will carry on my last wish.
The wind picked up and blew swirling clouding of dust around the now limp figure upon the blood and sweat stained ground.
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Sitting on the ledge of the Capsole Corp. balcony, Vegeta watched the activities going on bellow him. The long haul since the beginning of the World Tournament was finally over.
Buu had been defeated in the end with everyone's help, the prince had to admit. Though it all came down to Kakkorot once again. Of course, Vegeta thought. His eyes traveled over to the larger saiyan, consuming food at an alarming rate and attempting to talk to his sons at the same time.
Vegeta grit his teeth. That fool, though victorious in the end, he had almost cost everyone their lives. Why, he was the one who put a price on their planet! The earth's entire population, on discount, come kill them now! And for what? Well, for Vegeta himself.
The prince still had trouble fathoming it. Kakkorot had risked the universes safety for his life, it doesn't even feel right thinking it.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed into focus at the man bellow. What the hell was that idiot thinking back there?
Goku paused in his eating and food stained lips curved up into a smile. He could feel those piercing black eyes on him. It really was because of Vegeta that he was able to launch his final attack against Buu, he should be down there celebrating with them.
His eyes slid from the half eaten carrot cake in his hand to the prince up above, grinning when he saw Vegeta tense up.
A few moments passed and when Gohan and Goten realized that their father wasn't paying attention to a word they were saying, they turned to see what had caught his eye.
Goku almost laughed when he saw Vegeta's cheeks take on a tint of red.
"What are you fools staring at?!"
The two youngest quickly looked away. Goku only grinned wider and called back, "What are you doing up there Vegeta? Come on down, it's a party!"
Hmph…
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Goku smiled, he loved sparring with Vegeta! This wasn't your usual 'I have a grudge and want to kill you' spar, it was more like a 'let's have some fun' spar.
They weren't even anywhere near their max, for once slowly taking their time getting started. This was going to be a long fight, Goku could already tell. Which may be a problem, because it was trouble even finding the time to engage in such a thing. Chichi's making his favorite tonight and he wants to be there.
Vegeta threw up his guard and allowed the other saiyan to take on an offensive stance. "Let's go you moron."
The prince smirked as his rival bent low to the ground and launched off from the tips of his toes.
Yes, Vegeta thought, this nothing like our first battle and those there in after. He had learned to enjoy the simplicity of a warm-up.
He then turned his mind to a more pressing matter as he threw up his knee to block a kick to his stomach.
In particular it was what had happened a few days ago. Vegeta wasn't even sure if the other remembered it. He wondered if it had been going on a lot longer without his knowledge, only brought forth that night due to the strange circumstances. What had happened that time was definitely odd.
But Kakkorot seems to be acting normal now.
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Those few days ago…
As he soared through the air with some semblance of blissful content, he couldn't help but be a bit curious.
For the life of him, he just couldn't figure out what Bulma called him over for. Well, he knew what she intended to do but couldn't so much come up with the outcome.
She had called the house yesterday. Chichi came outside while he was training with Goten and thrust the phone in his face saying, "I don't like it one bit."
A little confused, Goku had taken the phone from his fuming wife and replied merrily, "Hello?"
Bulma sounded irritated, "Goku! Listen, I am at the point of a medical break through here!"
A few feet away, Goten tilted his head slightly at the hold up. He loved playing with daddy, why is he talking to someone else right now? And to who? He stared up at the straight back of his father.
Goten took a gulp of air, chest puffed out, and started to yell, "Daaa-OW!"
Chichi had her youngest sons ear pinched between two fingers, "You don't interrupt someone when they're talking on the phone Goten, it's rude."
Goten looked up at his mother, "I'm sorry," he said as tears formed at the corners of his eye from the sting of his mothers hold on him.
Chichi turned her attention to her husband and glared. Goku started scratching his head, Bulma had started going off on this long list of all she had to do to prepare a new type of drug that would enable a person to need only one hour of sleep to function healthily.
"-and that arrogant ass, though he knows I need someone who has physical abilities that surpass normal human beings to test this on, outright refuses to take anything I have invented while 'playing quack doctor.' Can you believe that? Of all the nerve! This could benefit him too, you know. He could train his brains out, little that he has, for nine hours more than usual if this is a success. Which, of course, it will be."
Goku smiled nervously, "But Bulma, what does any of this have to do with me?"
The blue haired woman clicked her tongue in impatience. "What does it have to do with you? Your coming down here to help me of course. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon, I have everything you need here so don't bring anything except yourself."
Goku glanced at Chichi, she looked livid. He quickly focused his attention back to the phone and said, "But Bulma-" Click.
She had hung up on him. Goku had a bad feeling that the consequences would be worse if he didn't go than if he did.
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Vegeta watched through one of the small windows of the gravity chamber as his lifetime rival landed lightly on the well-kept lawn of Capsole Corp.
He scowled. The woman hadn't seriously called that moron over here to play mad scientist, had she?
Pausing midair in his routine, Vegeta floated down to the chambers control panel and upped the gravity one hundred more points.
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Goku walked through the halls of the large corporate building, mouth slightly parted and eyes wide. It's so big! It's been so long since he's dropped by that this place has had years of construction done without him knowing it, the company appeared to be doing really well.
He directed his gaze to the woman walking ahead of him. "Don't you get lonely in this place Bulma?"
A chuckle escaped Bulma's lips as she replied without turning, "I don't live here you know. This is where our employees work, and when dad and I decide to invent specific types of capsols to better accommodate our consumers needs, it's all done in the labs here. Among other things."
Goku nodded his head, though not quite understanding it all. But it made sense that this wasn't her actual house. It must be the smaller attachment close by where he landed earlier.
They came to a stop at the second door at the end of the hall. Bulma tapped a space on the plastered surface and a number panel appeared. She punched in four digits and the door slid open.
She stepped inside and Goku was about to do the same until there was a palm in his face.
"This is my own personal lab. Before you come in here, promise me that you won't...touch…anything."
Goku grinned sheepishly, "Of course not."
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Not long after the saiyan had swallowed a pill that Bulma had given him, his face had quickly become acquainted with the floor.
Bulma was saying something but all he could hear was a dull murmur. It was as if someone had stuffed a bunch of cotton in his ears.
A toe dug into his side and he was flipped over. The blue haired woman sighed.
It's only been a couple seconds and already this wasn't the kind of result that she wanted. She turned and sat in the small chair by her desk.
Bulma swirled in the chair to face her computer screen. Her hands found the keyboard and began taking notes, saying them aloud as she went.
"Test one, drug took affect immediately when supposed to have slowly began taking the subject into R.E.M sleep after at least five minutes, the subject is still conscious, side affects include delayed reaction, deafness, and drowsiness."
She stopped in her work and glanced at the man collapsed on her tiled floor. Goku's eyes were half open and he was smiling.
That's weird, she thought, it's almost as if he's simply daydreaming.
Hoping off of the chair, she crouched on her hands and knees, and began poking the saiyan, feeling thoroughly disappointed.
Drowsiness for Goku or Vegeta is equal to a fitful sleep for a human. So the amount of all the components is right, but this abrupt physical state was not on her agenda. His senses should be fine while drowsiness occurs.
All of a sudden Goku's eyes narrowed, trying to focus in on the woman prodding him with her finger and grunted in irritation. Bulma's heart leapt, maybe it did work correctly!
"Hey Goku, you can hear me right?"
The mans lazy smile grew wider, "Bulma…your mother is so annoying…ha, ha."
The blue haired woman's brows knit together as she thought, this couldn't possibly be a side affect, could it?
Resisting the urge to smack the drugged saiyan, she inquired, "What do you mean by that?"
Goku closed his eyes and brought one large hand to his forehead, "Oh come on, you know. She's always sprinting out to meet us, all brightly dressed up, and with drinks! I swear she put something in mine once. And when I say 'us', I mean Yamcha, Vegeta, and I. Man, either she's incredibly lonely or Dr. Briefs isn't all that active downstairs."
Whether Goku had more to say or not, Bulma wouldn't ever know. Her face had flared scarlet with anger and embarrassment at his words and she had reached over to her desk for the dictionary she always kept and slammed it down onto the unsuspecting saiyans face.
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Bulma followed the stronger two of her workers to the interior of her home right next door. There was no way she was going to leave Goku on the floor of her lab, not only was it her responsibility to take care of Goku in this state, but she would never be able to concentrate on more new development for the drug. Which it obviously needed.
In the event that he calculation was wrong, which she doubted, that if this pill made a saiyan on the verge of unconsciousness for a hour, it would put a human into full fledged R.E.M sleep. The stage in the sleep cycle necessary for repairing damage to the body and regaining energy, condensed into sixty minutes, which meant more hours of the day you could remain active.
But it should not cause Goku to be hard of hearing, or to be voicing opinions that his subconscious may make in reality. This would not do to sell if a human were to take this pill who has a large amount of caffeine in their body at the time to experience the same sort of side affects, her fathers company could get into a lot of trouble.
She had decided to let him rest off the affects of this test in her guest room. Well, it used to be her guest room until a certain some one practically crash landed their ship in the front yard.
But it will have to do for tonight, she figured. The three figures before her came to a halt once at the door. Bulma stepped in front of them and placed her hand on the knob.
She was pleasantly surprised to find the room reasonably well kept. Pointing to the bed she called to he others, "Set him down on the mattress, thanks for your help."
The scientist did what they were told and bid Bulma goodbye so that they could get back to their own work appointed to them previously. She walked over to Goku and checked his pulse, which turned out to be going at a normal pace.
"Excellent," she whispered. She walked over to the window and drew the curtain, dimming the daylight almost completely.
Bulma walked over to the saiyan and kissed him on the forehead, "Goodnight you big lug," and then left.
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To be continued in part two…
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