Control

Rated: M

Full Summary: Seven years after the ending of Dragon Ball Z/GT, in a far away galaxy from that of our Milky Way, a rebellious goddess by the name of Persphore is banished from her Kingdom; Phoenix. In revenge of her banishment (as well as her resentment for humans), she starts to kill the civilization on all planets, starting with our very own Earth. She encounters Vegeta, and when she is fighting him off, places a curse on him. Evidently enough, she meets Goku that same day, and with sardonic love for Vegeta, she gives the other half of the curse to him. Now this curse activates your hidden powers, however in exchange kills you in a year. Goku must work with Vegeta to not only master the curse, but to kill Persephone in a year or their home and galaxy will be lost...forever. a Co-written with CrackMeOpen.

Warnings: None at the moment. But prepare for them...

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CMO: SHUT UP ALREADY AND GET ON WITH IT!

Vegeta hated it.

He hated how Goku had such strength, such raw potential.

What could Goku posess that he does not? After all, he was a first-class Saiyan.

Vegeta should of have the power, Vegeta should of have the potential, and Vegeta should of gotten the praise.

And yet…it was Goku who was chosen. Goku, a third-class Saiyan. Goku, the one who forgot all about his planet.

No matter how many times he tried to beat said man, he never succeeded.

Once, he tried to use a dirty trick; to attack Goku unprepared.

Quite frankly, it wasn't his style. It wasn't what a true warrior did. But either way, Goku was one step ahead of him.

"How do we know Vegeta won't attack you? He has been rather antsy these days…"

"Vegeta won't attack me. I know it." It was those six words, six words that weren't specific and hadn't answered Krillen. But it had shook Vegeta up. For Goku to have such faith in him was…nerve racking. It gave him the sense that quite frankly, Vegeta lacked once more and the Saiyan turned around silently from where he came from.

When the warrior was alone, he became angered once more.

He wouldn't do that? Of course he would! Yes, he was a warrior, but this was also a dog-eat-dog world. There was no such thing as redemption. There was no such thing as salvation. It was like his father had said: Real warriors would so almost anything to survive…as long as they didn't give up their pride.

…

But he had already given up his pride several times. The first time he had to fuse with Goku, he gave some of his pride up.

Hell, he's giving some of it up now.

Doing that silly dance. Doing that stupid Fusion.

Vegeta swore to himself that he would never do it again, no matter what Goku told him.

But here he was, in the middle of the woods, doing that silly dance again.

"Vegeta, we need to be more comfortable fusing. If by some chance Iris comes again, we need to brace ourselves and fuse," Goku explained urgently yet calmly. He winced slightly when he saw the sharp grimace that came upon the Prince's face increase even further.

"Kakarot, I refuse to embarrass myself again with that silly dance! If you want to fuse so badly, fuse by yourself!"

"I can't fuse by myself," Goku replied with a slightly whiny and desperate tone. "And it's not that bad. We did it twice already! And we are by ourselves, so you don't have to worry about anyone, because no one will see us."

Still reluctant, the first-class Saiyan refused. "I already gave you my word. Now either fight me or leave me."

Goku thought for a moment, and then tried a different approach.

"C'mon Vegeta," he coaxed softly. "It's not that bad." He was hoping that his soft voice might convince the Saiyan to listen. It worked before, so why shouldn't it now?

But unfortunately, his coaxing and cooing had the opposite effect. "Not that bad?!" Vegeta huffed, turning his back to Goku to hide the small redness that came on his cheeks.

"Is it fun to dance around like a clown instead of fighting like a man?!"

"But we aren't dancing, Vegeta! We're fusing. It's just that it comes with a weird procedure, that's all." When Vegeta didn't turn around, Goku took two steps forward, almost breathing down Vegeta's neck. Immediately said Saiyan felt the difference in pressure and tensed.

"Please Vegeta? For both of us to get stronger?" If only for the fact Vegeta wanted the man to keep away from him, and the fact he wanted to get stronger, he complied.

Yes, Vegeta finally gave up.

"Fine, fine," he replied irritably, taking two steps away from Goku and turning towards him. "You won't stop breathing down my neck unless you get your way, right?"

The taller man grinned; finally satisfied he got his way. "Nope."

After almost nine hours of high-speed and concentrated training, both individuals were somewhat drained.

Really, it was more Vegeta than Goku, but both stopped, taking a break for the day anyway.

As they headed back, the atmosphere became tense; Goku didn't say a word as Vegeta unconsciously wavered from putting some of his weight on his shoulder and standing up on his own. Vegeta didn't want his help, but as life would have it, he didn't have an option this time.

For some reason, the tension in the air got thicker and thicker until Goku couldn't take it anymore and said something.

"Why are you so against it anyways?" The two of them were currently heading back to Capsule Corp. Goku decided he would take Vegeta home first, and although he smiled after he said it, he left no room for argument.

But when he asked that question, Vegeta came to a halt, which in turn made Goku come to a halt as well.

"You know, what matters is not the form but the end result. I said that before, didn't I?" It was a rhetorical question, but for some reason Vegeta wanted to answer it, even begrudgingly, if only to convince himself of that.

But the man said nothing.

"…" It's true. The end results did matter, but the dance…it was so disturbing and embarrassing. It didn't matter if the end results were perfect; the dance was a blow to his pride. You know the pride that's as large as the Atlantic Ocean?

But that didn't matter. Vegeta didn't need to reply as Goku switched the topic.

"You know Vegeta," Goku said suddenly in the silence, "I had a horrid dream last night."

The man snorted. "Don't we all, Kakarot," he added sarcastically.

"No, really. I was here, on this planet, my homeland, when I lost control of my powers. I ended up destroying a nation, and no one could stop me." Goku stopped, remembering the horrible yet exhilarating feeling as he held his hand to his face.

"It was like all of my blood had became hot, scalding hot, but my skin felt so cold. It was like being frostbitten in the winter." He curled his hand into a ball as he slowed his pace.

"It was only the blood of an innocent person that took away the pain. And it was only lust that satisfied it," he added slowly, almost like an afterthought.

At that moment, it seemed as if the last sentence called all of the tension back into the air. Tension of what, only God knows, but it was thick as honey.

Immediately, Goku broke through it with a whole-hearted laugh.

"You've had those kinds of dreams too, Vegeta? Where you felt like you lost control?"

"No," Vegeta lied curtly. There were so many dreams were he felt as if the power wasn't in his hands…

"But if that were to happen to you, I would take you down in a second. I am the one who will defeat you, Kakarot."

Goku nodded. "You'd probably be the only one able to," Goku agreed solemnly.

But that wasn't the answer Vegeta was waiting for. If anything, he had expected an argument, maybe even rebellion. But to agree so readily…?

Vegeta stopped, but it didn't make a difference. They were in front of Capsule Corp. He could already sense Goten and Trunks in the house. He couldn't stay. That would be too obvious that he was thinking about it.

Slowly, Vegeta released himself from Goku, who watched him with a certain look on his face. It was strangely unreadable, and Vegeta didn't want to know the first thing that was in his mind.

Silently, he floated inside the house, closing the door softly behind him.

He didn't notice when Goku left.

He didn't even notice when Trunks came to greet him.

He didn't notice when Bulma asked if there was something wrong.

He was still contemplating what Goku told him. He sighed internally as the words echoed in his head.

"You'd probably be the only one able to."

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**Edit: I edited this a little, nothing major, after reading my story once more. Yes, it's not perfect, but until I can get a Beta, this will have to do. Hope you enjoyed it!