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Immortal Together
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A Dragon Ball Z Fan Fiction
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By: Hatti Lee*
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Also known as:
BelovedAnimosity,
Amalthea*, &
Saiyajin Peach
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Started: 2.22.4
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Author's Notes: Hiya! Here we go with yet another DBZ fic from yours truly! This one's a chapter fic, and while I doubt it will be nearly as long as Indigo Spice, I do think it will be a long one. This one's Alternate Universe and takes place mostly on Planet Vejita. Everyone's slightly out of character, but it was intentional. Well, I hope you enjoy! Be sure to review and let me know!
Warnings: IMPORTANT! This fic is yaoi, which mean it contains male/male intimacy. Also, this fic contains incest, and is rated R for graphic sexual situations as well as some language. If you're under age, go no further! If you're uncomfortable with any of this, I suggest you go elsewhere!
Disclaimer: Most obviously, I don't own Dragon Ball Z or it's characters. If I did, I wouldn't be here writing fan fiction!
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Chapter I
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This room was the largest in all the palace, larger even than the immense throne room. It was the training hall, and it was littered with warriors testing their capabilities. The walls and floor, as well as the ceiling, were cracked and battered with years of intense sparring. Many had even lost their lives in this very room.
Prince Vejita breathed deep of the salt in the air, not exactly a pleasing odor, especially knowing it came from the numerous sweating bodies, but it was a smell he knew as well as any other, and in a strange way, it provided comfort.
Guards and royals aplenty stood along the walls, watching for any talented newbies, or simply, a promising spectacle. Two young, low-class Saiya-jin headed for the single exit/entrance, their stature seemingly miniature compared to the considerable size of the doorless doorway.
Vejita, his mind elsewhere, threw a swift punch to his opponents jaw. The young male reeled backwards, his head making a hideous cracking sound as it slammed into a nearby wall, creating a slight indentation. The prince had toyed with the fool long enough, and now he wanted nothing more than to train on his own, to allow his thoughts to wonder as they did from time to time.
He spat, a mouthful of saliva and blood gracing the filthy floor. He watched for a moment as two slaves of a species unknown to him gathered his unconscious opponent. It was their job to drag him off to the infirmary.
He spat again, turning to begin an intricate kata; however, he was interrupted by the sound of a single applause. He turned again to see his father standing in the entrance, a false expression adorning his bearded features. This man, this king standing tall and proud, his size wasn't diminished by the sheer size of the doorway. Instead, it appeared as if his presence filled it. From his auburn hair to his full, red cape and gleaming, white boots, the king called all attention on himself.
The king stepped forward then, causing all the other warriors to step off the floor and move to the walls, That's a bad habit you know.
Vejita kept his eyes on his father as he tilted his head downward slightly and spat again in spite. He didn't care to hear whatever it could be that his father meant to say. In fact, he hated the very sight of the man.
The king shook his head, making a tsking sound, And here I was congratulating you on your victory. At the last, the king gestured to the bloody splotch on the wall.
Vejita rolled his eyes and shifted his weight to one leg, his stance clearly showing his boredom.
The king straightened his posture then and glanced about the room. With a single gesture, all occupants other than himself and his son cleared the room, leaving them to talk privately, You know, it's mere days until your eighteenth birthday.
Vejita blinked,
Law states that you, like myself and the king before me, must go on a mission upon your eighteenth birthday in order to attain immortality. The king paused then, expecting some sort of reaction from his son, anything these days. However, there was no excitement, no eagerness, none of the emotions he'd expressed when the same news had been put to his ears some seventeen years ago.
Vejita's face hardened as he straightened, recrossing his arms over his chest, And? I know this already?
The king's face also hardened as he practically growled in frustration, I simply came to inform you that I'll be sending you on this mission the morning of your birthday. Nappa and Raditz will accompany you. I expect a speedy return.
When it was clear the king was finished, Vejita bowed his head slightly. Not out of respect, but because if he didn't, the punishment would be a week without rations, if he was lucky.
The king turned then and strode out of the room, his cape billowing behind him. Vejita watched, wondering if this man was truly his father, his blood. Though they resembled one another, that was as far as it went. The king fancied embellishment and attention. He was greedy and sneaky with his words. Vejita could think of an endless list of qualities he disliked in the man, but he'd long since grown tired of this past time.
Instead, the prince closed his eyes and breathed deep, imagining the coming mission. He'd been thinking on it for some months, yearning for it. Of course he appreciated the gift of immortality, but mostly, he longed to get away. His days were boring and tedious. The only thing he even cared for anymore was training, but that was the Saiya-jin in him.
His frustrations subsided for a moment, and as he allowed his eyes to blink open, he noticed the sound of heavy boots hurrying down the corridor towards the training hall. That familiar step came closer and closer, and finally, Nappa's bulky form appeared in the doorway.
Vejita smirked, Feel like a go?
Nappa blinked, confused for a moment, then chuckled, Oh, no, I don't believe I do, Sire. It's just... I heard the news. The large warrior was an example guard and soldier, always doing as he was told. Nappa was perhaps the largest Saiya-jin on the planet, standing at 259 centimeters in height. At a glance he was a fearful sight, all muscles and armor, his head bald, a thin mustache upon his lip; however, the big lug was a push over really, though at times, he had quite the temper.
Vejita leaned back, his hands on his hips, his back arching, his spine popping and cracking, News travels fast. He grumbled, leaning forward now, bending down to press his gloved palms flat against the floor, his knees unbent.
A ship's already being prepared. Nappa said, happiness all but pouring from his wide mouth.
Vejita stood then, facing the one person who was the closest thing to a friend he'd ever had, having known him all his life. It was annoying to have to look up to meet the warriors eyes, but the prince stood at a mere 168 cm, a height considered short among Saiya-jin. He held himself well, however, his posture always perfect, commanding, even graceful if one took to noticing the sleek, liquid movements, Nappa, you think you could get the hell out of here? His voice was thick and rude, and the bulky soldier's smile faded quickly.
Nappa bowed, bending slightly at the waist, dropping his eyes to the floor, Yes, Sire. And with that he was leaving, just as he was told. Strangely, this caused Vejita further frustration. He used his title and position at every opportunity; however, if it were up to him, he'd much rather be a soldier out in space, destroying, purging, living.
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When the first sun peeked over the horizon, the prince awoke. He dressed as he always did, in a navy training suit, white chest armor, and white gloves and boots. He did, however, have his royal apparel stowed away on board.
Today was the day. He was now officially eighteen-years-old, a man. Looking about his room, the prince checked to make sure he had everything he needed. With nothing else stopping him, Vejita exited his chambers to find both Nappa and Raditz waiting just outside.
Morning, Sire. They said in unison, bowing respectfully. Vejita said nothing, simply started down the corridor towards the docks. Some seconds later, he could hear the hurried sounds of boots against metal as they hurried to catch up.
He didn't know this Raditz too well. He'd seen him before though. It's hard to miss a Saiya-jin with such a full head of hair which hung down in a black mass, reaching his knees.
In silence, they eventually came to their destination. Two automatic doors stood at the end of the corridor, one labeled: DOCKS, the other labeled: DO NOT ENTER. Vejita smirked, remembering the day some years ago when the decision had been made for the signs to go up. Two doors served as a sort of in and out means; however, many bumbling guards and slaves would get it mixed up and many run ins occurred, causing injuries and a few deaths. Such a simple thing seemed silly to fight over, but the prince could recall killing for less. Still, he found it amusing that the idiots couldn't keep the doors straight, signs had to be put up.
Chuckling, he exited the corridor, all three of them stepping out on the landing. Warm air kissed their skin, and Vejita breathed deep. It wasn't often he went outside, and the fresh air was a welcome.
Ah, Sire, Said a young Saiya-jin female, hurrying over and bowing before she continued, Everything's in order.
Vejita simply nodded and started towards the largest ship, a mass of metal and glass in the shape of a massive saucer. The three of them boarded via a wide ramp that also served as the door.
Once they were in their seats before the expansive control panel and thick, glass window, Vejita in the center, Nappa to his right, Raditz to his left, the process of liftoff began. The ship's computer gave brief instructions and expectations and commenced countdown. Vejita paid attention to every detail. Though his father had given him this very ship some years ago, this was to be his first mission, his first time off the red planet, Planet Vejita. Everything shook with a subtle vibration that built slowly, almost to the point that it seemed things would begin shaking apart. Then, the prince sense that they were lifting, coming off the ground and hovering.The vibrations subsided and a sound began whirring, rising into a sort of whistle. It all came to a halt as the ship exploded forward, causing Vejita's head to suck back against his seat. He kept his eyes open, watching as the atmosphere rushed passed with a speed he was sure he himself was capable of. The skin on his face pulled taut, and he imagined his guts sucking back, gathering against his spine.
Seconds later, they were in space, and their pace slowed considerably, nearly throwing all three from their seats since they weren't wearing their belts, Are we still moving? Raditz questioned as he rose to his feet and peered out the window.
Nappa, the only of all three to have been in space, a number of times, nodded, Hai, we're moving. He answered with such surety, he wasn't questioned further on the subject.
The prince rose then, I'm going to my quarters. Don't disturb me. And without waiting for responses, Vejita turned and headed for his room. Though the ship was large, it was small in comparison to the palace. There was a single corridor that branched off to the prince's quarters, two smaller rooms, a washroom, a tiny kitchen/mess hall, and a small training room, hardly fit for sparring. As Vejita flopped down on his narrow, cot-like bed, he sighed, moving his hands up and under his head. It was going to be a long trip. In all, it would take two years. Within a year they'd reach Planet Shimo in the Tenshi Constellation. There they'd find the Goddess of Immortality.
She was a mystery. No Saiya-jin knew her name or her means of being, let alone the full extent of her powers. Vejita only knew that his father's father had come across her and some how managed a deal. In exchange for leaving the Tenshi Constellation be, he asked only that she grant he and other future kings, in years to come, immortality. She accepted and that was that.
However, his father's father had been a fool, greedy and hungry for more. He pushed his people to their limits, and in the end, when a grave threat came along, they offered him over readily. In return, the planet was spared, a new king proclaimed. No one knew what became of the king in enemy hands. Vejita didn't want to know, nor did he care.
His thoughts took a slightly different turn then. Why, if his father was immortal, did he continue to age? The king was in his prime at thirty-five; yet, Vejita noticed slight things that hadn't been their before. There were tiny wrinkles forming at the king's eyes and lips, his height had continued until he stood at 213 cm, and his form had transformed from the leanness of youth to the thick, bulkiness of manhood.
The prince pulled his hands free from beneath his head and placed them firmly to stomach, just below his armor, moving them down to rest upon his narrow hips. As vain and feminine as it sounded in his head, for dear Kami, he'd never speak such things aloud, he rather liked his lean body. He was muscular of course, he'd been training since he could walk after all, but his muscles had yet to bunch and bulk like his father's or Nappa's. Raditz seemed in the midst of the transformation, his shape only beginning to grow more voluminous.
He let his hands trail back up, letting them rest atop his smooth armor. No, he didn't want to become like that at all.
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Nappa pressed several buttons, and the computer read off the information he sought. In just a matter of minutes they'd be arriving. A year had passed slowly and almost boringly, but he'd welcomed it. His life at the palace was busy, and he often found himself exhausted. He was thirty-two-years-old, and when he was just fourteen, when the prince had been born, he'd been moved from low-class guard duty to elite bodyguard. That didn't last long though. When the prince was only twelve, he was capable of taking care of himself. So, when Nappa wasn't keeping the prince company, sparring, running errands, or standing guard, he was sent off on mission after mission. Though he was one of the strongest Saiya-jin thanks to all that, he still felt rather tired at times. So, indeed, the long trip was welcomed.
He was glad to have Raditz along to keep him company. The prince kept mostly to himself, either sleeping or sparring, stopping only to eat or use the facilities. Turned out Raditz had only recently moved up from low-class guard duty to soldier. Raditz was twenty-three, rather old for having never been on a mission. Nappa figured his new friend to simply be weak, or rather, only capable of strength through many more years of training than normal.
Hey, go tell the prince it'll be just a minute or two until we're there. Nappa said, turning his head only slight as Raditz stepped into the room.
With a sigh and a showy gesture, Raditz pivoted and headed back down the hall, causing Nappa to chuckle after him.
Vejita didn't pause his workout as Raditz entered the room, Sire, we'll be there shortly. Still, the prince didn't stop until the fool had left the room. He wiped at the sweat that had gathered on his forehead as he started for his quarters. He rubbed himself down before pulling on his royal attire, consisting of a black training suit beneath white chest armor adorned with the symbol of the royal House of Vejita in red. He then pulled on white gloves and boots as well as a flowing red cape.
The ship was shaking as he entered the control room, taking his seat for their landing. It wasn't nearly as rough as he'd thought it'd be. It was rather gentle in comparison to takeoff. With a single jerk they entered the atmosphere, and the ship gradually slowed as the planet's surface neared, touching down with unexpected smoothness.
Through the window they could see why the planet was called Planet Shimo. It appeared to be nothing but glittering whiteness, like a dessert of snow. The computer began reading off more instructions as well as informing them the air was breathable, among other things. The door opened, and they descended the ramp. At once a chilling wind whipped passed them, causing both Nappa and Raditz to wrap their arms about themselves, rubbing their hands over their arms in the hopes of creating enough friction to warm them. Vejita, however, had his pride and walked seemingly unaffected towards the palace some fifteen meters ahead.
The massive structure appeared to be nothing more than ice, glittering ice carved by a masterful artist. They walked carefully up the slippery steps and stood before an arched, doorless entry way, expecting guards or slaves to usher them in. The place seemed deserted though.
Just as they were beginning to feel unsure, a voice spoke, It was most obviously a woman's voice, but they couldn't be positive where it came from. It almost seemed as if the sound hadn't been a sound at all but rather, an echo in their heads.
Still, upon Vejita's lead, they obeyed, making their way into the overwhelming throne room. It was utterly empty except for a towering throne in the center, white like snow, shimmering like a diamond. And upon that thrown sat the goddess in all her grandeur. She had a form much like theirs, except it didn't appear she had a tail of any sort. Her limbs seemed almost too long for her body, which was nearly shapeless in it's thinness. Her naked skin was as white as the throne she sat upon, her hair a flowing mass of silkiness that at one moment appeared the same whiteness and in the next, a shining abundance of all colors.
She blinked her large white eyes, her long, glittering lashes fluttering over her cheeks, Come closer, Prince Vejita. She said, her full lips seeming to hardly part at all, which was odd considering her voice seemed to come from everywhere.
Vejita never faltered. He stepped forward until he stood just before her. He bowed deep, respectfully. When he looked up again, he found that she was smiling, I see much in your future. She said, this time her lips moving as any mortal's would during speech.
He remained silent, allowing her to gaze, inspect him with her eyes. She looked him from head to toe, her cold eyes returning to his, Your request is different from the others'. She said, the smile still on her face.
Vejita nodded, still remaining silent.
She stood then, her height unexpected, for she surely stood taller than even Nappa, Immortal youth it shall be.
Vejita kept his eyes to the floor. It seemed the right thing to do. Her glory wasn't something for his eyes to behold. As she approached, however, he caught sight of her pale feet and endless locks. She began to speak in a language he couldn't understand, and as she went on, he noticed her toenails appeared like glass.
Her words rattled on for minutes, and as she continued, her voice seemed to rise in volume and intensity. Vejita thought this odd and disturbing until he felt the buzz in his mind. It was comparable to the sense he got when smoking the red, leafy plant that grew in the wilderness on Planet Vejita so many years ago as a child. It grew and seemed to spread, filling his skull and leaking down his neck and into his chest. In moments, it felt as if his entire being were glowing with this strange radiance that burned pleasantly from within.
When he thought he could stand no longer, that he'd slump to his knees, he felt her icy touch upon his forehead. Lightening seemed to strike, a white light that blurred out all sight and sound. He was unsure of time. It felt like he was swimming in a void, searching for the air. Then it occurred to him, up. The air was up. So he swam up, pushing his muscle to propel him faster, he had to reach the surface. The void broke as he reached it's exterior, and he sucked in all the air he could hold.
As he calmed, he realized she was sitting again, calmly and quietly upon her throne. Sweat trailed down his face, and he was panting, What happened? He breathed, his eyes glancing about wildly.
She smiled, Why, my child, you are immortal now, an immortal youth. Her smile slipped away as she sat up, But listen close now... You shall live forever, but death can still find you should your head or heart be destroyed. The immortal soul does not move on like all other souls. It lingers and withers with the passage of time. In the end, it loses sanity and is often dismissed as nothing more than a common spook.
Vejita nodded, understanding every word but hardly concerned. At the moment, he was too enthralled with this new feeling within. He felt... Immortal!
The goddess chuckled, Go now. We shall meet again.
Vejita turned, but the last disturbed him more than anything had yet. Meet again? It seemed highly unlikely.
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To be continued...
Don't get stressed out. Kakarotto will make his appearance soon enough. No need to rush things. ^_^
So, what did you guys think? Like? Don't like? Let me know! ^_^ The next chapter should be up within a week. See ya then! ^_^
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