A/N: Sequel to Saiyan Enough and Saiyan Mommy, these two stories took place in two different universes; Son Goya's birth did not take place in Universe 7. I don't think it's absolutely necessary to read the previous 2 stories (maybe Saiyan Mommy in order to get an idea who Goya is and how he came to be) in order to read this as I might not refer to them a lot, if at all. However, feel free to read them and I would be much obliged if my readers would give me honest opinions.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball nor do I generate any profit from this. This is for entertainment only.
Far from home
…
Search deep within yourself and you will discover many reasons why we fight.
Survival. Power. Revenge. Honour. Glory. Beliefs
What about the ones who fight to protect the innocents, caught in the midst of all this war.
In them, you will find warriors savage enough to rival the most savage of beasts;
but at the end, it's them who will retain what many others won't.
The very thing that makes us all 'human'
Our humanity
...
"GAAHHHH!"
The earth trembled, sending debris in all directions as two bodies hit the solid surface of the hard ground, pushed back by the sheer force that repelled them, the others were not so lucky. Splatters of blood, chunks of meat covered the field, individuals no longer recognisable after the huge explosion of ki, many incinerated without a trace of existence, the nauseating smell of burned mortal flesh carried over by the wind, indifferent to the carnage; just like the perpetrator.
His laughter echoed across the battle field like the haunting sounds of a war siren. The sounds of danger, announcing the presence of a dangerous, mad man; and he was one of them, a Saiyan.
The Legendary Saiyan.
"Kuso..." Vegeta brought an arm forward, using it as a support. Slowly he brought his head up, pushing back the pain that coursed through seemingly every bone and muscle in his battered body.
"What kind of a freak is he..." he moved a leg forward, using his knee to push himself up.
"There's no other way around it, Vegeta" Goku made his way towards Vegeta, his own body mirroring Vegeta's as he took his place beside him.
"Don't you even suggest it" Vegeta knew what was coming.
"We have to fuse" Goku said it anyway, much to Vegeta's disapproval.
"IF YOU'RE GOING TO DO SOMETHING, DO IT NOW BEFORE WE'RE ALL DEAD!" a man's voice called towards their left. A warrior from another universe, a seasoned war leader as far as the two Saiyans could tell.
So were the rest of them, every last one a warrior in their own rights, tested and proven, just like them but even that experience was not enough in the face of the Legendary Saiyan; a monster in the flesh.
"Fuck… at this rate, he'll find us" another voice echoed.
"We're all going to die…"
"Hey you" the same man spoke again, all eyes turned towards him but he kept his own on Goku. "You got something, don't you? Can you beat him with it?"
Goku blinked, realising what the man was asking.
"I don't know, but it's the best bet we have left… I think it's the only option we have now…" Goku answered. The answer did not satisfy the man, nor did it inspire much confidence in the remaining fighters but it was all he could give.
"Well fuck, that's some shitty reassurance you got there. You all heard the man, there's no fucking guarantee"
"KAKAROTTO!"
The beast roared his battle cry. Every face turned, terror had once again made itself known as the beast made its move once again, seeking another victim.
"Freaking bastard gave us no time for Plan B" the man brought his weapon out. "Do that thing you have to do, I'll cover you!" the man quickly made his way towards the front again.
"You won't last against him!" Goku tried to stop him but the man had already moved a fair distance from them.
"Are you insane!? You'll be killed!" the rest of the surviving fighters called out.
The man stopped in his tracks, but he would not back down from his decision.
"We all knew what could happen when we set foot on the battle field. Willing or against our will, we were all brought here to fight this damn fucking war. I've fought alongside men and women whose faces and names I don't even know. I don't want to die here, not in this goddamn place, but if I do then I'll go out on my own terms. So I'm placing my wager on those two, if the idiot with the bad hair says there's a chance, then I'll take it. I know what I'm risking my own life for. The rest of you will have to figure out on your own what you want to do and when you do, decide if it's what you're willing to risk your lives for"
The man resumed, leaving the temporary safety of their location; he pressed forward, not once looking back to see if he was going to face Brolly alone.
"He can't do it on his own…" another went after him, accompanied by another.
"You can't! Let us handle this!" Goku dismayed as the last few fighters followed suit.
"Are you all idiots?! None of you will survive against that monster!" Vegeta was both mystified and horrified at what was taking place.
"Then make sure it counts" the last man turned back. "We're counting on you two" he sprinted, forcing himself out before he had a chance to waver.
"Idiots… they won't last a second against that monster" Vegeta cursed seconds after they've left; at them and himself. Damn it! Those stupid fools! It wasn't their decision to make!
"You remember the steps, don't you Vegeta?" Goku moved, giving himself enough distance; determined not to let them down.
"Who could forget something as degrading as that" Vegeta reluctantly agreed, the choice long since taken from them. So be it.
The door to the nursery was slightly ajar, a frequent occurrence lately ever since the boy became a skilled escape artist. Bulma sighed as she entered the room; the playpen was vacant, again, for the 5th time.
The clock on the wall read 10 minutes before 7 pm, alright she knew where he'd be.
Bulma made her way towards the kitchen. There she found him standing in front of the opened fridge, pulling and practically taking everything and anything he could get his hands on, throwing everything onto the floor. The floor carelessly littered with food items that originally were stored in the fridge. He pouted, becoming frustrated when he could not find what he was looking for.
"Goya" she tried to sound stern, all the while trying to hold back her smile; it was cute, especially that little pout.
"muk…" he said in his little chibi voice. Looking back and forth from the fridge and her, telling her what he was looking for.
"Hungry are you?" she could not maintain her 'disciplinary' look any longer, defeated. She smiled, picking him up.
"We're back" Trunks and Goten announced.
"Welcome back, so how did it go today?" she came out of the kitchen with Goya.
"Great. We had quite a number of people. It's too bad we had to turn some away due to space restrictions" Trunks smiled, proud of their accomplishment.
"So we're thinking of opening 2 more time slots, just to meet demands" Goten smiled as well, turning to Trunks with a nod.
"That sounds wonderful, I'm happy for you two" Bulma smiled then her nose began to protest. "You two… to the showers"
"muk!" Goya began pulling at her clothes, growing impatient for his food.
"Oops. I'm so sorry, Goya. I'll get it for you" she snickered at the pout on his face.
"Hey Goya" Trunks ruffled his youngest sibling's hair, earning himself an annoyed slap to his hand from the little runt.
"Hehe, just like Vegeta" Goten grinned at Trunks.
"Ah, all he needs to do now is to cross his arms" Trunks agreed, smirking at his mate.
"Let's take that shower" Goten suggested as he removed his shirt, damped with sweat.
"Before that, would you two watch him for a bit" she handed Goya to Trunks. "At least until I prepare his bottle, I won't be long"
Bulma disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the two guys with the baby.
"muk?" Goya looked up at them, blinking before he looked back towards the kitchen. He began to squirm, trying to get out of Trunks' arms.
"Hey hey… mom making it for you, wait up ok?" Trunks tried to get a firm grip on Goya, but the boy kept on struggling, contorting himself in every awkward position. "Goten, take over" Trunks turned around, handing Goya to Goten before he dropped him for real.
"Got him. Man, this little guy can really move. Hold him like this so he can't move too much" Goten cradled Goya in his arms, demonstrating the method to his lover.
Goya fumed, his brows narrowed as he was once again held, this time by Goten. Then something else held his attention, he stared at the areola in his line of sight. In a split second, he latched on; suckling hard.
"HEY!" Goten yelped, caught off guard; startled by the suckling sensation.
Even Trunks did not see that coming. He snickered, eventually laughing hard, amused at the sudden turn of events. It was freaking hilarious.
"Goya, let go! Trunks, get him off!" Goten blushed, indigent at the predicament he was in and his mate wasn't helping matters by simply standing there, laughing at him.
Annoyed that no milk came forth, Goya brought his hand up, squeezing the area surrounding Goten's areola hard; eventually biting down on his nipple with his baby teeth.
"YEEEOWWW! TRUNKS!" Goten screamed and Trunks finally came to his rescue, Humour quickly shifted into concern when he heard Goten howl in pain.
"You guys are really noisy taking care of a kid…" Bulma stopped short, eyes blinking at the scene before her.
Gently, Trunks pried the boy's lips open, dislodging his mouth from Goten's nipple which was now red with visible tiny teeth marks, though lacking the presence of blood.
Freed, Goten began rubbing his teeth bitten, swollen nipple with his free hand. The sight was just too funny and Trunks could not help himself, he broke out into another round of laughter. Goten pouted with an annoyed glare, muttering something along the lines of "You're gonna get it tonight"
"Hahahaha!" that came from Bulma, mirroring Trunks' outburst.
"Bulma-san…" Goten whined.
"Oh sorry… apparently he remembered where his food used to be" she wiped the stray tears that accompanied her laughter, straightening herself as she came over, taking Goya from them. "Now now, Goya. Goten-niisan's a dry well, you won't be getting any milk from him" she teased as she gave Goya his bottle; he grabbed it the moment it came within reach, drinking from it hungrily.
"Alright boys run along, I got this" she turned around, heading in the direction of the nursery.
Trunks took another look at Goten's face and his lips curved into a smile again, indicating he was about to laugh again.
"Trunks, that wasn't funny. It really hurts"
"I'm sorry Goten, but I can't help it" Trunks struggled to keep a straight face, failing very miserably for all his half-attempt efforts; that is until he felt Goten watching him, almost predatory like.
Curiosity took hold and he looked in Goten's direction, following his mate's trail of vision... towards his chest.
"What?" he raised an eyebrow, confused over the other guy's eyeballing behaviour. Goten growled low playfully and the violet haired boy understood immediately what was going on in the other half-saiyan's head.
"Goten, don't even think about it. HEY!"
Too late, Goten had already slung him over his shoulder, making off with him in another direction.
"Goten! I stink and I need a bath!" he protested, propping himself upwards enough to get a general idea where Goten was heading to. His room.
"Your room has an attached bathroom, remember? I'll make you a deal, you scrub my back and I'll scrub yours. Then I'll work on your chest"
"GOTEN! You suck!" Trunks blushed as he began a series of kicks.
"I will. No need to ask" he grinned, amused at Trunks' outburst.
They were no more than irritating insects to him. Pitiful excuses of life that exist to amuse, annoy him. He disposed of the last one rather easily, so weak that they were not worth 1% of his strength.
More. He demanded more; more blood, more death, more destruction. He would not be satisfied with just this. A brilliant burst of light caught his attention, the sudden rush of power, the aura of that ki.
He grinned widely. This one was strong, stronger than the others before, finally someone worthy of killing, someone worthy to die by his hands. He charged forward, his insanity on par with his eagerness to meet, to clash with this unknown fighter.
The unknown fighter had not moved from his initial spot, his eyes met Brolly's, never flinched, never cowered. Then he moved.
Brolly blinked as the stranger materialised to his right, then to his left, one more blink and he was in his face, intercepting Brolly with an upper crescent kick to his face; sending him flying towards the nearest boulder.
This allowed the newcomer a moment, a brief moment to take in the aftermath of the mad man's rampage... he growled at the body count, all of them were here... alive a few minutes ago.
"KAKAROTTO!" that yell announced the reappearance of the dangerous Saiyan, his aura increasing again by many folds and the warrior knew he could not afford to delay; to prolong the battle.
This fight must end quickly.
"I'm neither Goku nor Vegeta, I'm Gogeta, and I'm the one who will defeat you!" he began his own assault, there would be no holding back.
...
It was a brutal, bloody battle. Like two savage beast going at each other's throats; a fight to the death.
Gogeta drew in a painful breath as he cradled his arm, broken from the elbow down. His ribs must have been broken... that would explain the pain he felt from each breath he took.
"To think someone like you exist" Gogeta smirked as he regarded the presently downed Brolly before drawing his good arm back, empowering it with ki.
...
Elsewhere, away from the immediate danger, another stranger was watching their battle. His lips tightened, his hands tightened into fists, clearly displeased at the turn of events. The spectator then calmly relaxed his hands, running them over his scrying mirror. His lips moved, reciting the incantations of a spell...
...
"But it ends now. AHHHH!" Gogeta propelled himself forward and his surroundings began to change, it's landscape even the ash covered sky began to melt, tear away. All that was left was a distort after-image of the place they were last at, warped and twisted; void of any existence of life.
He stopped, everything changed. What the hell happened?! Was this a shaman's magic barrier he was warned about?
"AHHHHHH!" Brolly screamed in boiling rage; alive, no less battered. His aura increasing once again.
"Shimatta!" at once Gogeta realised he had taken his eyes off his enemy; a fatal mistake. He gasped, his face contorted with shock first then pain. His enemy now directly in front of him, smirking at his apparent victory.
"Hehe. Gogeta. Still an insect" Brolly grinned, laughing with mockery as began to retract his arm from Gogeta's mid section, only to discover that he could not.
"Hm?" Brolly frowned. He looked down, realising why. Despite Gogeta's arm being broken, he still managed to get a firm hold on his attacker's arm; holding him securely in place.
Gogeta retaliated in the next instant. Taking advantage of Brolly's distraction, he lounged the ki powered punch directly against Brolly's skull. Something cracked under the impact, but it wasn't facial structure or bones.
Instead, the jewel headgear Brolly wore broke, destroyed by the raw strength of that punch; stunning the wearer but only temporarily. Gogeta hissed as his attack caused Brolly to staggered several feet backwards, resulting in the less than gentle removal of the latter's arm from his body, rendering him in absolute agony as he struggled to stand upright.
Gogeta could not afford to lose this chance again.
He placed his hands forward, accumulating a massive flow of energy in the shape and size of a medium, whitish blue energy sphere.
"FINAL KAMEHAMEHA!"
Gogeta fired the energy sphere directly, head on towards his target; pouring every last bit of energy he had inside him.
Brolly screamed, not in pain but fury; hatred present in his eyes as the energy wave from Gogeta's Final Kamehameha engulfed him. Gogeta saw blood, the colour of green spilled from him, a blinding ray of light then smoke...
...
When the smoke cleared, he cursed in anger.
He was not able to completely obliterate him, instead the Legendary Saiyan had somehow managed to encase himself in an unpenetrable, green sphere. He failed... but at least he could do no further harm, so long as he remained trapped here and encased in that energy sphere; comatose.
"!" Gogeta fell to his knees, falling to his side as his blood continued to pour out of him. He wasn't given the time to groan as his body split in the next second, separating into two different individuals once again the moment the 30 minutes time limit expired.
Pain... so much pain.
Goku did not even have the strength to draw in a deep breath, his voice unable to work. He tried, forced his vision to focus as his eyes visualised another figure a few inches from him; he wasn't moving...
With a shaky hand, he reached for Vegeta's hand. No longer able to keep his eyes open as he grasped his lover's unresponsive hand. He tried to talk... but in the end he had to give up and instead relied on telepathy.
"Vegeta... hang in there... We can't die here... we have to go back... everyone's waiting..."
No reply returned... Goku tried again, this time... he thought he could hear someone crying... a child's cry to be precise; Goya... their son...
"Goya's waiting for us... can you hear him, Vegeta..." once again, silence answered him. "Vegeta... kuso..."
Goku cursed; too tired, too empty now to do more. Everyone's memories, voices began rushing back to him, before fading like a distant memory... That voice... Baba?
~.~
Goku, I will tell you nothing less than the truth...
You and Vegeta will not be around to see him grow
~.~
It all now made sense to him.
"Goya... sorry"
Exhausted, Goku gave Vegeta's hand a final squeeze before his strength left him.
"Goya? What's wrong?" Bulma rushed into the nursery and reached into the cot, bringing the sobbing boy into her arms. She bounced him gently, soothing him with words and pats on his back, but the boy was inconsolable.
"Mom?" Trunks stood by the door, looking into the nursery with Goten beside him; both of them concerned over Goya's distressed ki.
She barely gave them a glance, Goya, being her biggest concern right now. With Goya securely in her arms, she took a few steps towards the window, looking upwards towards the sky... her chest tightened with unease.
Vegeta...
Son-kun...
Please be alright...
To be continued ~
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