'Hello everybody! Sorry, sorry, sorry it has taken so long for me put this chapter out. I've been in Germany and haven't had the chance to write. But I'm back and hopefully I'll be able to start pumping out more chapters for my stories quickly. I must say thank you all for such awesome reviews and interest. And here I was thinking that Honesty was a character that wouldn't be liked…see…feedback is great! So thanks again and here we go! Oh yes…ahem…yaoi in this chapter.'

Warnings: Sexual assault, mention of rape

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters. This is a story written from the obsessed mind of an anime freak and no profit is being earned. Akira Toriyama is the creator. He's the man!

Chapter 10

Glancing down was enough to light the fiery rage within Goku. Veheshin lay crumpled on the ground, a look of pain and horror on his usually sweet features. Goku could practically feel the frail being's heart ripping in two as the true Vegeta's words of love toward Bulma rang through his head.

Honesty stood on the red carpet as smug as ever. Everything about him was pure arrogant Vegeta as he crossed his strong arms over his chest and smirked at the pitiful sight. Without thinking Goku launched off the floor in a rage.

"You son of a bitch!" The usually calm, easy-going fighter screamed.

Honesty's smirking face quickly turned into fearful shock as the most powerful warrior in the universe plowed into him and sent him skidding into the hard wall. Goku could see that Veheshin had been correct earlier. Honesty may have looked strong with his muscles and saiyajin armor, but he was extremely weak.

'Good,' Goku thought coldly. 'Now I can knock some sense into him.'

Leaning down Goku grabbed the collar of Vegeta's white armor and brought him face to face with him. The once confident arrogant gleam in Honesty's eyes was gone, replaced with shaken fear.

"You didn't have to do that," Goku growled through clenched teeth.

For some reason, Goku felt his anger raising less for Veheshin's pain and more for something deep within himself. Something inside hurt and Goku could feel nothing but a pulsing rage flow through him.

"W-what?" Honesty stammered. "Show the truth? Show pretty little Grace over there that he is delusional? I was just being-"

"Honest, I know!" Goku roared as he shoved Vegeta harshly against the smooth, shiny wall. Normally he would have felt bad for being so rough with a weakened friend, but he was not in his normal state of mind. What he had just witnessed unnerved him and set him on edge. For once, Goku did not feel in control of his actions. "You're an asshole," he spat.

Standing, the taller warrior sighed and rubbed his hands against his eyes. This was not right. Why should he be feeling so angry over the fact that Vegeta loved Bulma? It was great news…it was how it should have been. But even Goku couldn't believe that. Was he jealous? Was that it? Was Honesty right? Did Goku just have some lustful obsession with the prince? Vegeta was one of his closest friends. They even shared a body once to help save the universe. Perhaps he was bonded somehow to the arrogant saiyajin. Confusion ran through his head and he had no idea why this upset him so.

Peering over at Veheshin who still laid in the rubble of the broken door he was sent through, Goku gathered his wits and moved over to the colorfully dressed persona. Reaching down a large hand Goku knelt and gave his ally a shadowy smile.

"Come on, Veheshin," Goku murmured. "We need to be on our way. We have a prince to save and I need you."

Looking up with tearful brown eyes, Veheshin's bottom lip trembled, but he took Goku's outstretched hand. The stronger warrior lifted the light prince off the ground and helped him onto his feet. Goku looked at the larger prince on the ground near the wall and scowled.

"Look," the orange dressed warrior said sternly, "if you want to still help us you can come with. But I don't want anymore annoying betrayals or stunts like the one you just pulled, ok?"

With the typical arrogant grunt and an angry cross of the arms, Honesty turned his head to the side and pouted. After about a minute he slowly stood and remained moping like a child who was just scolded by a parent.

"Don't tell me what to do, Kakarotto," he snapped. "I'm going with you whether you like it or not."

One of Goku's eyebrows lowered in exasperation. "But I just told you, you could come with-"

"Hey, hey, calm down big guy!" Vegeta interrupted with upraised hands. "I'm going and that's it. You don't have to beg! It's pathetic."

Veheshin glared at the arrogant, childish saiyajin and swiftly turned and glided away. He was disgusted that Goku would allow the annoyance to travel with them. Even after all that, Goku could still forgive. The insightful little prince could tell that Goku was also disturbed by the outright confession of Vegeta's love. Why did he try to hide his true feelings, though? Veheshin convinced himself that Goku was merely in denial and truly loved Vegeta, which meant that he truly loved him. Dammit! Why had Vegeta said that? Veheshin fought a confusing battle with himself. His mind was racing as he concentrated on the dilemma. He refused to believe that Vegeta actually cared for Bulma. He'd have to figure out why he said he loved her and he had to convince Goku that he loved him. He needed Goku and he needed to let the kind-hearted earth saiyajin know that he cared for him with all his heart.

'Don't worry,' Veheshin told himself. 'The time will come when you can show Goku how much you care for him. The time will come.'

The trio made their way down numerous halls in silence. Goku and Honesty both followed the short, pretty prince as they walked down corridors that all looked the same. Suddenly, an echoing, moaning growl resonated through the silent castle and all three froze. Listening intently, it happened again. Veheshin felt his heart begin to race at the unfamiliar sound and Honesty slowly backed away, fearing that danger was approaching. Goku however squinted his eyes childishly and placed a large hand behind his head.

"Gee, I guess I'm hungrier than I thought. Do you have any food in this place?"

There was a loud thud as the two Vegeta personas fell to the ground. In a flash Veheshin stood before Goku with an annoyed and angry scowl.

"We don't need to eat and we don't have time for food. Who knows where all the evil Vegetas are? We need to beat them to the real Vegeta before they can take control!"

Goku held up a hand and chuckled nervously. "Sorry, Veheshin. But how close are we anyway? We've been going around in circles for a while."

Veheshin opened his mouth to respond, but a cold, dark chuckle echoed from the darkness behind them. Instantly Goku jumped into a defensive stance and Honesty leapt behind the powerful warrior. Staring into the shadows, the familiar form of Elite Vegeta daintily stepped into the light.

"You again?" Veheshin whined as he hid behind Goku, as well.

The wide smirk was ever present on the young Vegeta's face as cold, dark eyes glared into Goku's. The strong fighter of earth couldn't understand why this cocky little prince insisted on coming after him, especially on his own. Having a power level of around 18,000 when they fought on earth clearly showed that he was no match for Goku. And even now, he was outnumbered. But the arrogant, sly smirk put him on edge. He was hiding something.

Ignoring Veheshin's comment, his raspy voice chuckled deep in his throat. Stepping forward slightly, his yellow armor pads around his waist swayed back and forth.

"You managed to escape before, fools. But this time…this time you won't be going anywhere."

"Yeah, clearly a man of your…ha…stature is going to stop all three of us," Honesty mused. He stepped out and away from Goku, the ever-arrogant smirk on his lips. Crouching slightly, Honesty clapped his hands on his knees and whistled. "Here boy! Here boy! You got off your leash. Be a good doggy and come get a treat, shorty."

Growling at the disrespectful, rude being Elite clenched his fists together. "Ah, of course," his high-pitched, raspy voice hissed. "The incessant talking of Honesty. It's about time someone shut you up for good."

Honesty laughed and stood up straight. "And clearly you're the one to do it. I'm going to be honest with you, Elite. You are on your own here. Here we have me, Kakarotto, and…well…Queer boy over there who would probably rather do a ballet recital for you than fight. And you. You're all by yourself. Poor little arrogant prince Vegeta standing there short, stupid, scrawny, flimsy, pug-faced, big-eyed, tiny mouthed, smelly-"

"I think we get it, Honesty," Goku said.

The full-armored enemy stood seething, a vein bulging from his temple as the immature Honesty's words got to him. Goku could tell he wanted nothing more than to rip the smug saiyajin apart, but he knew that he would be no match with Goku at his side. Why he even bothered to show up or fight was beyond Goku. But then again…with Vegeta, he would fight anyone no matter what.

"Listen," Goku said slowly. "Honesty is right. You are alone. I suggest you leave. I don't…I don't want to have to hurt you."

Elite forced himself to calm down and slowly, a cold, cruel grin appeared on his face. Goku felt chilled as the familiar evilness crept across his face. This truly was the Vegeta that he had first fought on earth. He would do anything to win.

"I may not be able to harm you," Elite growled dangerously. "But if you thought that I'd come unarmed…you were sadly mistaken."

Goku watched closely as the short saiyajin gestured with his head to something standing in the shadows. Before anyone could even react a blinding blast of energy erupted in the hallway. Goku grabbed Veheshin and dodged away as a pained shout echoed in their ears. The attack wasn't meant for him, but the heat from the enormous energy would have taken his skin off.

Sliding against the hard wall, Goku had one strong arm wrapped around the graceful Veheshin. His head shot up and he gasped, as Honesty lay motionless against the opposite wall. Wild eyes shot over to Elite who stood shaking with concealed laughter. Whatever stood behind the cocky fighter was immensely powerful. It looked as if the battle would have to be fought here and now. Goku stood shakily and made his way to the center of the hallway. Standing firmly, he glared at Elite who eagerly glared right back.

"So, you're going to have someone fight your battles for you?" Goku demanded.

The smaller warrior cackled and eyed the larger fighter. "What are you talking about, Kakarotto? I am fighting my own battle." Dark, evil eyes turned and gazed into the darkness and then back to Goku. "I am Vegeta and he is Vegeta, therefore, we are one in the same."

Goku's teeth clenched and he crouched into a fighting stance. That blast was extremely powerful, meaning that this was probably a Vegeta he had fought before and was near the same level as he. But even present time Vegeta could not win against Goku. The third-class saiyajin wasn't too worried. He only wished he could face his enemy and see what he looked like.

Elite cackled again, throwing his head back maliciously. "Oh, Kakarotto! You think you can fight him?" He turned to face the warrior in the shadows. "Go ahead and throw everything you have at him."

Goku watched as the short prince calmly walked away and stood against the marble-like wall of the castle. Feeling a cold sweat break out, Goku peered at the shadowy figure in the darkness. He wished he could sense the energy of the being, but again, the creature was only an image. Raising his power a little, Goku stood defensively. He was anxious to see how much power this Vegeta had. He was sure that he could deflect it, and his saiyajin ambition told him to test out his opponent's strength.

The hallway began to shimmer as a large white energy began to form in his enemy's hand. It went from a small white cloud of light to a sudden leap of giant, ball-shaped power. Goku was shocked at how much energy was being gathered in such a short amount of time, as the attack grew larger and larger. Squinting into the electrical, blinding light, Goku tried to see his opponent's face, but it was still hidden in shadow and behind the massive energy.

"Goku!" Veheshin cried out as he clutched the red carpet near the wall. "Be careful!"

Goku glanced down at the golden-skinned Grace and then back up to his enemy. His eyes widened as the energy shot at him with miraculous speed. Goku had never seen energy move that fast. All he could do was stand in front of it, gaping in awe and shock. Even with his supernatural strength and speed, the power was too great. It took a split second for the energy to leave his enemy's hands. After that, all Goku felt was a searing pain and then nothing.

….

The ceiling had caved in and there was dust and debris everywhere. Rocks and pieces of marble brick fell onto the cracked, broken floor as Elite stood smirking. Everyone was dead…or so he thought as he turned to the faceless beast that had annihilated this sector of the castle. With one bleary, pained eye, Veheshin watched silently as the blurred blue figure stood before a giant, hulking form. His ears were ringing and his vision faded in and out, but he could tell that Elite believed he had won.

Buried underneath blocks of rubble, Veheshin remained unnoticed as Elite surveyed the scene. Goku must have been in pretty bad shape…or…else he was….

Veheshin's gold-rimmed eyes shot open but he forced himself not to stir. He could not attract any attention to himself. But…oh God….if Goku was…if he was dead! No…Goku was not dead. There was no way anyone could defeat him. Certainly no freak of nature in the shadows could kill the awesome, perfect Goku. It was unspeakable.

"Dead?" A deep, familiar voice boomed.

"It would appear so," Elite smooth, cruel voice said. "All I found was some bloody gi. It looks as if you blasted our poor Kakarotto into millions of pieces." Laughing darkly the small tyrant turned away.

"Now?" The somewhat dull voice asked.

"That's all for now. I'll call on you if I need you again. I'm off to find Present-time and finish the job. I know he is close."

Veheshin squeezed his eyes shut as Elite made his way near him. The awful little monster. He was just the same as always, using someone bigger and stupider to do his dirty work for him, just like he used Nappa. Veheshin had to hold in a cry of pain as Elite stepped on the very rocks that lay on top of him. Hearing the light footsteps vanish in the distance, Veheshin waited for several minutes before struggling to free himself from the heavy marble of the castle.

Pain shot through his frame and his head pounded from where the ceiling had landed on him. Taking in a deep breath as agony spiked through him, he willed himself to stand. He needed to find Goku. He refused to believe that he was dead. There was just no way.

Stumbling forward, Veheshin bit his lip as he inspected his own wounds. Not caring too much about his injuries, he was more concerned with his ruined clothing. Tears sprang to his eyes as his once violet and mauve robes were stained and torn. He could only imagine what his makeup must have looked like. Knowing his wounds would heal quickly; he ignored the throbbing pain and began to scan the dusty rocks.

The corridor was a mess. There were gaping holes in the walls and cracks creeping along the marble like spider webs. The ceiling was still crumbling slightly and now only small rocks fell onto the mass of rubble that was once the red carpet and shiny marble floor.

Veheshin let out a low whine and fell to his knees as he found what Elite had been talking about. A bloody shred of orange gi lay across some bloody rocks. Painfully, Veheshin took the piece of clothing into his torn, bloody fingers. Bringing it up to his face, he pressed it against his soft cheek as tears fell from sparkling eyes. His heart pounded and ached as he tried to draw in a shuddering breath.

"No," he moaned miserably. Tears streamed down his dirtied, streaked face and his breath hitched as he sobbed. "No…Goku. I refuse…I refuse to believe it."

Veheshin buried his face into the bloodstained cloth as his small body shook with sobs. The hallway was silent except for the kind-hearted saiyajin's pain-wracked gasps and the occasional pieces of wreckage falling off the ceiling and onto the floor. Once shiny, mahogany hair, now dull and dusty, bounced up and down as Veheshin trembled into his hands. Forgetting about the physical pain in his body, all he could do was sit and mourn the loss of his love. His Goku…was gone.

Barely noticing the light drop of blood land on his neck, Veheshin continued to cry. After another drop, he lifted his tear-streaked face and slowly wiped whatever was dripping on him off with his fingertips. Gazing at his hand through bleary eyes, he sniffed and stared in confusion. Suddenly, a light piece of material landed on his hair and he gently pulled it off. Squinted eyes widened and Veheshin's mouth dropped open. Another piece of orange gi had landed on him. His head shot up and there was a loud cry of shock.

Goku had been shot into the ceiling. He was hardly visible, but Veheshin could see a bit of flesh and orange uniform hidden underneath the rocks in the broken marble above. A short laugh escaped him and then another. More tears fell from his eyes and without hesitating he summoned his energy and flew upward to the fallen warrior.

"Please be alive!" Veheshin wailed. "Please be ok!"

Wild, excited hands tore at the gray rock that held Goku in place. Veheshin could barely see what he was doing through the tears, but he didn't care. Almost mad with desperation he clawed at the marble imprisoning his friend. Tearing away at the rock, the unconscious face of Goku appeared. Veheshin laughed again through his tears and continued to pull away the ceiling entrapping Goku.

The large fighter came loose and landed on Veheshin. Both fell from the tall height but Veheshin was able to support the fall. The saiyajins landed and Veheshin immediately began to check his ally for signs of life. Quickly feeling his throat and placing an ear against his chest, Veheshin began to cry anew as Goku showed signs of life. Grabbing the front of his torn uniform, Veheshin buried his face into the wounded fighter's chest. Stronger sobs echoed through the destroyed corridor now as the dainty saiyajin wailed, his tears mixing in with the blood that stained Goku's orange gi. His small frame shook with joy that his love was not dead. Goku lived…he wasn't dead.

"I'm telling you this now," Veheshin's youthful voice cried out. "I love you, Goku. I love you!"

Throwing himself forward, Veheshin pressed his still golden lips to Goku's unmoving ones. Tears fell onto the unconscious saiyajin's face as the lovely prince draped himself over the powerful warrior.

'I love him,' Veheshin growled to himself ferociously.

He had almost lost Goku. He was so close to losing him. Veheshin's once laced hands tightened around Goku's orange gi as a strange, shadowy expression overcame the golden face of the small prince. Staring at the far off wall for a moment or two, the unusual, almost crazed gaze lowered down to Goku's passive features.

"Vegeta doesn't love Bulma, Goku," Veheshin whispered darkly. "You know that. I know you do. I know that you know that I love you. You know…that the real Vegeta loves you." Veheshin's lips came closer to Goku's face. A somewhat glazed look passed over Veheshin's usually sparkled and opened eyes. "I almost lost you, my love," he whispered and he cleared away the sweaty bangs from Goku's forehead. "I'm never going to lose you again. Goku, I love you. You believe me, don't you?"

Veheshin stared into Goku's sleeping features as if expecting an answer. Getting none, the small saiyajin somewhat nodded and his small hands began to roam across Goku's still form. Veheshin would prove that picture-memory wrong. He would create a new one. He would create the memory of how he won Goku. He would be the one to prove that Goku loved him. Goku loved him. Vegeta loved him.

Leaning forward, Veheshin gripped the front of Goku's gi again. He harshly pressed his lips to Goku's partly opened mouth and pushed his tongue inside. The heat of Goku's mouth was warm, inviting. Goku wanted this. Veheshin had seen how upset he was after the memory-image. Veheshin was going to prove Honesty wrong. They loved each other.

Veheshin moved from Goku's side so that he was sitting on top of him. Legs on either side, Veheshin straddled Goku's hips and he rocked forward, his hands running up and down Goku's chest and stomach.

"These bloody clothes are so unbecoming," Veheshin's voice rang out flatly. He rocked back and forth as tears sprang to his eyes again. "I almost lost you."

Leaning forward again, Veheshin kissed the unconscious man. His light lips pressed against Goku's soft cheeks, his forehead, his closed eyes, and neck. Getting more anxious, Veheshin tugged at Goku's torn outfit. Almost angrily, the dainty prince pulled the orange and blue shirt out of its tightly tucked in state. Rolling it up to reveal Goku's incredibly strong stomach, Veheshin lightly placed kisses along his abdominal muscles. Trailing a tongue along, he tasted the sweat and blood from Goku's recent battle.

"You fought so bravely," Veheshin moaned.

More tears fell onto Goku's bare stomach as Veheshin lost control of his emotions. He felt wild, as his most wanted dreams came true. He felt his heart sing out with joy, as Goku was not dead. Happiness overwhelmed him, as he knew that Goku wanted this and when he awoke, he would be pleased. They were one. They had fused before, but now they would fuse in a different way. They would love each other and become one.

Excited hands danced across destroyed orange material. Veheshin purred, a deep rumbling in his chest that vibrated from him. Brown hair hung low over dark, black hair; rich like thick, sweet chocolate, as Veheshin lowered himself so he draped over the larger being. From underneath torn, draped clothes, a furry, brown tail escaped Veheshin's garments and trailed across Goku's body. The same passionate feeling of love, warmth, trust, and acceptance engulfed Veheshin as it did when he was near Radditz.

"I don't hate you, Goku," Veheshin panted as his wandering hands found the blue sash tied around the third-class's waist. "I could never hate you. I'm sorry." There was a high-pitched whine as Veheshin began to sob. He pounded his forehead into Goku's chest and then red, teary eyes gazed up and there was an instant, dreamy smile. "I love you. I'm sorry!"

Again Veheshin slammed his forehead into Goku's strong chest as the excited hand slowly slid the blue sash away from Goku's hips. Glazed chocolate eyes stared at Goku's passive face for a moment before turning hungrily downward.

Closed eyes, dark lashes, a partly opened mouth, battle-worn, bleeding, sweating, beautiful. Veheshin took this all in as he slid lower and lower. Vegeta did not love Bulma. Vegeta loved Goku. The arrogant bastard, Vegeta. The egotistical, self-centered, prince loved Goku! Veheshin would prove it. He was a part of Vegeta…he was Vegeta…and he wanted Goku.

Veheshin's gloved hand lowered and he slowly pulled Goku's baggy, orange pants from his waste. The unconscious saiyajin remained motionless, laying against the rock below him with just a pair of boxers protecting him from Veheshin's prying eyes.

Veheshin allowed himself to lie against Goku's broad body, simply breathing along with the powerful warrior. Kissing Goku's strong stomach first, Veheshin forced down his sudden mounting nervousness. He told himself that this was right. This was the correct action. Yet he knew that his actions were all too familiar to the monster in Vegeta's very own past.

Biting his lip, Veheshin sat up and peered around to stare at the thin material hiding Goku's nudity. His curious hand drifted lightly over the saiyajin's groin, before Veheshin pulled back with a slight gasp.

Spiritual Thinking said that the trust was waning- that Veheshin was going to betray Goku. The graceful prince shook his head slightly. His feelings told him different. He knew that this was right. If he satisfied Goku, then he would choose to stay with Vegeta...which meant him, too.

'You're just as bad as Frieza,' his mind hissed.

Veheshin shook his head and moved forward quickly, his fingers curling under the elastic band holding Goku's shorts in place. His bare legs were there; he looked calm and peaceful. Goku had shown him nothing but kindness. Wasn't he essentially telling him to take him?

'He's unconscious! This is rape, Veheshin. Remember what ST said. There will be an act of mistrust in the future. This is it!'

"No!" Veheshin growled.

Tears formed in his eyes again. Planting small kisses on Goku's mouth helped regain some of his confidence. Veheshin's hand went back to Goku's crotch, where he firmly grabbed what laid beneath. Veheshin realized he was breathing hard, but he couldn't stop his hand from moving. He wanted more. He wanted to see everything the unconscious saiyajin had. As he pulled the boxers lower, the spell that had overtaken Veheshin's feverish mind became stronger. He never felt the body jerk underneath him. However, he did notice when an incredibly powerful hand wrapped itself around his throat.

'Well, that's it for now. Let me know what you think. I will try my hardest to get the next chapter out as soon as possible.'