'Hello, again! I'd like to thank everyone for their awesome reviews and interest and suggestions and everything! It means a lot. Warnings: Mention of sexual assault, bad language.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, Akira Toriyama does! I just own the little characters in Vegeta's head.
Chapter 11
Veheshin gasped for air as the immensely strong hand gripped his throat. His small, ripped fingers pried at Goku's thick ones to no avail. Through his hazy fading vision, the once kind-hearted, loving saiyajin held an expression of pure rage and disgust. Goku's face was red and veins poked out from his forehead. It was the angriest Veheshin had ever seen him.
Tears of agony and grief sprang to the golden-skinned prince's eyes as his fairytale lover strangled the life from him. It wasn't supposed to be this way! Goku was supposed to love him, accept him, and want him like he wanted him. But no…Goku was showing how much he cared. Veheshin was going to die at the hands the one he loved more than anything.
"Why?" Goku gasped through clenched teeth.
Veheshin thought briefly how strange this situation would look to someone if they just burst in the scene. An enraged, red-faced Goku choking the life out the frail, lovely Vegeta while both of them had their pants off, sitting in a pile of debris. Though, because of the lack of oxygen and heart wrenching pain he felt, Veheshin could not dwell on the humor for long.
Feeling himself begin to black out, a tear slid down Veheshin's smooth cheek and dropped onto Goku's dirty hand. Goku let out a shaky gasp as he tried to hold in tears of rage. Shoving the dainty creature away from him with so much strength that the small being crashed through some rocks nearby, Goku stood and quickly pulled his pants back up. A weary eye opened as Veheshin squinted through the pain and saw the powerful warrior gasping and trembling as he tied his sash.
"Why, Veheshin?" He moaned. "I couldn't even defend myself. Why…"
"I wasn't attacking you," the persona whispered through his aching throat, as he slowly and embarrassingly pulled his robes and pants back up to hide his shame.
"YOU WERE! You were God dammit!" Goku hollered as he suddenly stormed right at the prince in the rubble.
Veheshin instantly curled up against the rock as the infuriated saiyajin stomped toward him. The ground of the castle seemed to shake with each monstrous step. As Goku neared and stood over the fallen being, Veheshin could see the unshed tears in his dark eyes. Veheshin's heart felt as if it was tearing apart at the sheer hatred and betrayal in the usually innocent, kind orbs. He had done something he didn't mean to do. He hurt Goku. He hurt the trusting, beautiful being in the worse way. He broke his heart. He betrayed his trust and tried to do something despicable and sick, something that only a monster like Frieza would do.
"I'm sorry," Veheshin said lamely. "I am so sorry, Goku. I was stupid. Please forgive-"
In a flash Veheshin was lifted from the ground and slammed into the nearest wall. His vision faded from the extreme force as Goku held him by his many robes and glared into his face. Veheshin, being so much shorter than the larger saiyajin, hung against the wall, his knee-high boots hovering over the cracked ground.
Goku could hardly speak. He had been knocked unconscious by a force so powerful that it sent him into the ceiling, embedding him with rocks and hard marble. Through a painful ache of agony, he slowly came to, his body throbbing and bleeding; only find his body being used as some toy by the small prince. Never having felt such a terror like this before, the usually playful saiyajin could only react with terror. He didn't know what to think…what to say. He awoke to the uncomfortable sensation of feeling disheveled, his clothes not in the same position he had left them; a weight holding him down. He had no pants on. He had no idea what was happening. Opening his eyes, he saw the glazed, mindless expression of the once lovely and trusting Veheshin laying on top of him. Then horror struck.
Had Veheshin been trying to...have sex with him? Had Goku been used, as Vegeta had in the hands of Frieza? Feeling a numbing panic rise Goku could only think to get Veheshin away from him. But as his hands grabbed the small being, a rush of maddening anger overcame him. His thoughts were racing and his rage-filled saiyajin instincts took over. He had been nothing but kind to the charming character. Goku had trusted him, comforted him, and protected the split persona, and this was how he was repaid.
"I can't forgive you, Veheshin," Goku growled. "How could you do this to me? I have a wife. I have two sons!"
Veheshin let out a sob and placed his long fingers on Goku's hands in the effort to calm him. Goku's face changed from anger to disgust and he tossed Grace to the ground while wiping his hands off as if he was a disease. Veheshin landed on his butt on a pile of rubble which immediately began to shake and moan.
A gloved hand shot out of the broken pieces of marble, soon to be followed by a torn and bleeding Prince Honesty. Veheshin and Goku gazed at his dazed face for a second and then looked at each other. Through his aching, bleeding head, Honesty could see that the two were having a serious dispute. Even more surprising was the mask of pure rage and hate on Goku's calm face. The clever, loud-mouthed being, for once, kept his mouth shut and tried to remain motionless as the two stared at each other.
"I made a mistake," Veheshin whispered. He wished it wasn't true. He wished and hoped that Goku would forgive him and take him under his wing again. "I thought that it was what you wanted. I thought…I thought…"
"You thought wrong, Veheshin," Goku hissed. "You thought wrong! Aren't you aware of how sick that is? I wasn't awake, I couldn't even stop you if you went any further-"
"I-I wasn't going to," Veheshin replied. His large, teary eyes shimmered as he looked at him. "I didn't do anything."
"You didn't do anything?" Goku responded with a cold laugh. "YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! YOU LITTLE LIAR!"
Honesty and Veheshin flinched as his loud voice boomed through the halls. The battle-worn saiyajin slouched and shook his head. Looking defeated he sat on a nearby rock and put his face in his hands. Veheshin sniffled and painfully stood up. Stumbling his way over to where the large saiyajin sat, Veheshin rubbed his leaking eyes as Honesty struggled to free himself from the wreckage with a pained moan.
Placing delicate fingers on Goku's shoulder, Veheshin gasped as his hand was slapped away. The orange-clad fighter stood and glared down at the smaller being. A cold rage coursed through the usually warm eyes and a few more tears slid down Veheshin's face.
"You will not ever touch me again," Goku snarled his voice dark and cold.
Veheshin opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't bring forth any words. He shook his head in grief and flung himself around Goku's middle. Instantly he thrown back harshly, landing against the rough, jagged ground. Flaring his energy, Goku clenched his teeth, his eyes squinted in rage.
"I said don't touch me! You cannot be trusted, Veheshin, and I don't think I want you around me anymore."
Veheshin's world crashed around him as the cold words echoed through the halls. His lip trembled and he brought a torn sleeve up to his eyes as he cried. Honesty leaned against the wall, his eyes wide and his mouth open at the harsh words spoken by the usually happy-go-lucky earthling. Whatever his other half persona did, it must have been a terribly awful thing to make Goku react like that.
Goku stared at the trembling, sobbing being for a minute more before turning away. Without another word, the torn fighter walked away from the mess, his blue boots clicking on the ruined floor. Honesty looked at the crying, beaten Grace and then to the retreating back of Goku. Feeling like he should say something to the sobbing prince, the armored saiyajin stepped forward. Not usually the compassionate type, he opened his mouth to speak, but knowing not what to tell his counterpart he merely patted the shivering being on the head and walked away, following after the angered Goku. Veheshin didn't even look up as the two abandoned him in the battle zone. His echoing sobs chased after them as they walked away.
….
"How long now?" Krillin asked as he ate a bowl of ramen.
With an annoyed twitch of the eye, Bulma checked her watch for the millionth time. "Three and a half hours."
The people of earth never left the saiyajins' sides. A few minutes ago, there was a bit of excitement when an unknown, powerful energy began to rise up from within the two. The fighters were unable to detect who it was from, but it was the most exciting thing to have happened so far. Piccolo said that he could not recognize it and was shocked at how immense the energy felt. Then it stopped. Goku's energy had fluctuated somewhat, but nothing to give the warriors something to fear.
"I hope it doesn't take much longer," Chi-Chi whined. She looked behind her to see Trunks and Goten wrestling around and sparring wildly. "Goku is probably starving by now."
Bulma felt her annoyance rise. Of course, her husband was the one bleeding to death with mental trauma and Chi-Chi was worried about feeding her husband. She was glad that Trunks was at least able to relax, but her heart still ached with worry. This mission was taking a while and the fact that some strange energy was coming from within one of the two saiyajins worried her greatly.
"So, what happens if Goku gets hurt or is…well…killed inside Vegeta's mind? He just comes back out right?" Videl asked, her blue eyes sparkling with a bit of anxiety.
Chi-Chi instantly tensed up and all eyes turned to Piccolo. The green-skinned Namek frowned slightly and sighed.
"Normally, in basic meditation, while communicating or reading one's mind, if your mental image is destroyed you are sent back to the physical plain, meaning nothing happens. But," he hesitated, "Goku has completely separated his body and mind. He has created his own self-image and has been drawn into Vegeta's mind as if he belonged there all the time. If Goku's mind is destroyed…his body will cease functions, as well."
There was a moment of silence before Chi-Chi stood up, her eyes wild and her fists clenched.
"WHY DIDN'T SOMEBODY TELL US THIS BEFORE!"
Dende walked up and gave her a sideways smile. "Well, we didn't really want to worry anyone. At first Goku only entered Vegeta's mind to take a look, but to actually get in there and find the real Vegeta, he had become one whole being within his mind. I guess…we should have explained that better."
A small smile appeared on Chi-Chi's face and she laughed slightly. Then her eyes rolled up in her head and she passed out. Bulma watched and sighed. Glancing down at Vegeta's sleeping features she bit her lip. Goku had better succeed. He was going to be in a world of hurt if he didn't manage to get her prince out safely.
….
"Sooooo, you gonna be ok?" Honesty asked as he limped next to Goku.
With a clenched jaw, Goku nodded and continued his storming forward. Honesty gave him a small smirk, but remained silent. A pissed-off Goku was obviously not a pleasant one and he did not want to be on the receiving end of an enraged tongue lashing.
"Do you know how to get there?" Goku snapped.
Honesty blinked and had to jog to catch up to the speed-walking saiyajin. "Get where?"
Goku let out an annoyed sigh. "To the eastern royal stair case."
"Oh yes...yes I do."
"Good."
Honesty's dark eyes traveled up and down as he observed the injuries Goku had. The once clean, bright orange gi was completely torn up. Strips of it were hanging off and patches were missing altogether. The blue undershirt was also torn, stained with patches of blood and dirt. Many cuts, bruises, and bleeding injuries scarred Goku's skin, but he seemed to take no notice of it. In an angry daze he just continued to march forward, unaware of any pain.
"We go left," Honesty murmured.
Immediately turning Goku said nothing but continued silently.
'Oh boy, this will be a fun trip,' Honesty thought.
He lifted up his once white gloves and began to inspect his own wounds. The beast in the shadows attacked him so fast he thought his head might spin off. The energy barely grazed his right side and it knocked him out cold. His side was darkened where the blast flew past him, burning his armor and blue spandex. There were many cuts and injuries from the walls and ceiling caving in, but being a split persona, he'd be healed nicely in about an hour.
The two walked through the winding hallways for what felt like an hour. Goku noticed that it had started getting darker and there were fewer candles on the walls. Still feeling angry and betrayed, he didn't let it affect him and he plunged forth into the haunting corridors. Through one dark hall, Goku slowed as he caught a glimpse of something about 20 yards ahead. There were only two candles in the dark area, casting a shadowy, pale orange glow on everything. Squinting, Goku could see what looked like steps leading upward.
"Which way?" Goku whispered, his heart racing faster.
Honesty moved up next to him, a confident smirk on his face. "Nowhere else but up."
Goku couldn't help but let a grin spread across his face. He had seen so many things, experienced so many adventures and horrors, and now he had finally arrived. At the top of the steps was the door to Capsule Corp. Vegeta would be there. The real Vegeta.
As the two made their way up the immensely tall marble steps Goku found himself wishing Veheshin could be there to experience it with him. A gripping guilt wrapped itself around his stomach as the harsh words he spoke crept through him. Never had he said anything like that. Being inside Vegeta's head was making him begin to feel crazy. He was feeling and seeing and acting strangely ever since he had entered the prince's mind. And now he made his way to his destination without the intense joy he thought he'd have. He wanted Veheshin by his side. He wanted the one had gone through all the pain and hardships he had experienced to be with him. But he wasn't. Goku had called him the harsh, cruel name that the evil beings within Vegeta had called Grace. He was no better than they.
Honesty leaned forward as they walked up the steps and frowned as he saw the concentrated dreary expression on Goku's face. Knowing right away what was bothering the powerful saiyajin he sighed and shook his head.
"I don't know what he did, but you shouldn't let it get you down," the arrogant prince said. "If you think no one has ever told that dainty son-of-a-bitch to stop being so handsy before you're sadly mistaken. In fact, the little pansy-"
"Don't call him that," Goku whispered.
"Ok, but I'm just telling you, your reaction was probably appropriate. Veheshin needed to get put in his place." Vegeta said with a laugh.
A cold anger swept through Goku as Honesty was brutally…honest. He was right, though. Goku felt sick to his stomach as he recalled his anger. His immature, childish innocence was quite shaken and terrified when he awoke to find the pretty prince straddling his hips, a hand lowering his undershorts while he had laid there unconscious. Though his terror was gripping, his fiery rage was much stronger, and a saiyajin who is scared and pissed is not a good combination. He should have had more control. He shouldn't have hit him or yelled at him.
But what was the small persona thinking? Was he really so desperate to prove that he cared for Goku that he needed to go that far? Goku knew that Grace loved him and he was fine with it. Was this Goku's fault that Veheshin felt the need to try and…assault him? Did he not give him enough attention? Was he so cold to the beauty that he drove him to an insane lust? Goku hoped that this was all a giant misunderstanding like the kiss they had shared earlier.
"You know….you're never going to see him again."
Goku stopped on the step he was on, a numbing ice wrapping around his heart suddenly. It was true. Once Goku retrieved Vegeta, he'd never see Veheshin again…or any other personas again. He'd never see Charm, Ecstasy, Shadow, Chibi, Spiritual Intelligence, or Honesty and even Lust again. Seeing all the kind-hearted, lively Vegetas as individual beings was not going to possible. He wouldn't have a proper good-bye to Grace. His angry words would be the last thing he'd remember saying to Veheshin.
He was so close now. Soon, he'd have the real Vegeta with him again and he would finally be able to go home and see all his earth friends again. Painfully Goku shoved down his aching sadness and pushed forward. It was not time to worry about his problems. Vegeta was all that mattered.
The armored prince and the orange dressed saiyajin took a final step and observed the new hallway. It looked more like a platform with…about twenty doors circling around it. Goku groaned as he looked at all the doors spiraling around the shiny deep-red corridor. Spiritual Thinking told them it was the left door at the top of the staircase, but there were about twelve doors on the left side! The wild-haired saiyajin eyed his partner.
"Ready to knock on some doors?"
Honesty was about to respond but was silenced by the sound of voices. Goku and Vegeta spun, their eyes wide as a group of familiar spouts of black hair bounced up the stairs.
"Well, here comes the mob," Honesty mused darkly.
Goku's teeth clenched and he prepared to raise his energy to fight the oncoming evil Vegeta's when suddenly a door on the right side of the hallway behind Honesty flung open. A Vegeta identical to Present-Time calmly stood, wiping his mouth as he finished eating something. He was relatively calm considering a clan of vicious Vegetas was making their way toward them. He wore a light lavender, collared shirt and a pair of plain pale khakis. Blinking, the raven-haired prince cleared his throat.
"A fight would not be smart right now, Goku," he spoke, his voice exactly like Vegeta's. "Please, if you'd follow me into my office, we can make better plans."
Goku stared at the relaxed being and then straightened. He shrugged and followed behind the retreating back of the new Vegeta. Walking through the honeyed door, both he and Honesty entered just what this prince said…an office. The door quickly slammed behind him and locked. Goku peered around in awe. They went from dark creepy halls to a luxurious office, much like one a psychiatrist would have on earth. In fact, there was a large window peering out into a city and a blue sky.
"Sit," Vegeta snapped.
Smirking at the being Goku slowly lowered himself into a large, maroon chair. It was shiny and leather and held onto sturdy wood with golden beads. Honesty grinned and merely flopped onto a squashy velvet couch. The new persona made his way to his large, oak desk and sat in his black chair, rolling back slightly on the wheels at the bottom of it. Sitting before him was a half eaten sandwich and a cup of coffee. Goku thought briefly, remembering how Veheshin said that personas didn't eat, but his running mind was interrupted by a clearing of the throat by the new Vegeta.
"Why all this ruckus has to happen right outside my door is beyond me," he grunted. He shuffled through some papers and then reached into one of his drawers. Goku watched with much amusement as Vegeta pulled out a pair of reading specs, thin and black rimmed, and placed them on the bridge of his nose. Looking up, he caught the goofy saiyajin's amusement and sighed. "I may be one of Vegeta's split personas, but that doesn't mean I have all his perfect saiyajin advantages such as immense power or fantastic eyesight."
Goku raised his hands up in defense. "Hey, that's ok. I've seen a bunch of Vegeta personas with tons of weaknesses."
Vegeta "hmphed" and continued to shuffle through his papers. "Oh yes…the outsider has met all the personas now has he?"
Goku caught the bitter sarcasm and frowned. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "Have I offended you somehow?"
Tossing his papers down suddenly, the stern, calculating eyes of Vegeta pierced Goku's, and he found himself starting to miss the real prince greatly.
"You offend me for simply entering this mind. Are you aware of how off balanced this could make everything? The personas within a mind should be the only ones solving this problem, but since you're the great savior Goku, you insist on bursting into someone else's mind and controlling everything."
Feeling a slight blush of embarrassment rise up his neck, Goku shifted uncomfortably in his large seat. It was strange being scolded by this Vegeta. Unlike the real Vegeta, who pretty much yelled at him for anything and everything, this one actually had reason behind his anger. He seemed very intelligent and reasonable and his teacher-like disciplinary attitude made Goku feel like a stupid, wild child. As he sat moping before the finely dressed prince, a sudden realization struck him.
"You're one of the intelligence personas!"
Honesty laughed and clapped his gloved hands together. "Ding! Ding!" He turned his head over the armrest of the couch and grinned to his partner persona. "You'd better watch out Ed, Goku here is a clever one."
The one called Ed chuckled along with Honesty's laughter and Goku felt himself grow hotter with humiliation.
"Listen," he snapped. "Why am I in here anyway? Those personas out there could have already gotten into the door and found Vegeta."
Ed pushed his glasses up and gave a typical Vegeta grin. "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. Tactical Intelligence is on it. We're just waiting for his return."
And as soon as the lavender-dressed Vegeta spoke, another entered the room. A similar looking Vegeta, much like present-time stood in front of the closed door waving a key in his hand.
"Thought you could lock me out, you bastard?"
Honesty stood with a loud "HEY" and slapped the black dressed saiyajin on the back. This one grinned and pushed Honesty lightly in the chest.
"Shit, Honesty, looks like you've tried to battle…and failed miserably as usual."
The dirtied prince smirked and shrugged. "You know I avoid battles at all costs. That's why good old Kakarotto has been following me around. He took out cute little Grace and needed me to lead the way."
A flash of anger swept through Goku at the blunt words, but being in a room full of clever, swift Vegetas was not helping him in the support area. He glared at Honesty, realizing how the being took whoever's side was winning, showing that he could not be fully trusted.
'Of course, he won't fondle you while you're unconscious either, so he's probably better to trust than some others,' he thought bitterly.
The newest Vegeta made his way over to Goku and leaned against Ed's desk. He had the cold, sideways smirk Vegeta always wore, and his glassy, sharp eyes scanned Goku over. Goku, too, took in this Vegeta's appearance. He wore a long sleeved black turtle neck that clung to accented, curved muscles. His pants were black as well and showed off his built frame. The gloves were gone and the shoes were shiny and black. Goku found his eyes traveling over the being and then up to the amused, smirking, tan face.
"Find something you like?"
Goku's face became beet read and he looked down at his fists in his lap. He was feeling completely alienated and stupid among these cynical, judgmental personas. It felt as if anything he'd say or do would be laughed or mocked, so it was just better to keep quiet.
"In answer to your earlier question," Ed said, "I brought you in here so you wouldn't just jump headfirst into battle and blow up half this hallway including me and my office. Also, TI was out there cleverly guiding the idiot, Neanderthal Vegetas away and it would be better if you weren't seen quite yet."
Tactical Planning Intelligence bowed his head slightly toward Ed and smiled. "Thank you, Educational Intelligence…I am quite clever." He turned his gaze back onto Goku. "Think if you can, Goku. Elite Vegeta thinks you are dead. This is quite advantageous because now they all think you are deceased. You can be anywhere in the shadows, hiding amongst them, or sneakily making your way toward the real Vegeta and they would be none the wiser. Going headfirst into battle is such a saiyajin thing to do. You must think before you act. Try being stealthy and quiet and sneaky. Try moving softly, slowly, and gracefully."
Goku leapt slightly at the mention of grace and the three Vegetas glanced at each other in confusion.
"He and Grace got close," Honesty explained as he sat down on the soft couch. "Some shit went down and they decided to…ah…part ways."
Goku was glad that the arrogant bastard at least had enough class to keep the situation fuzzy and without much detail. The last thing he needed was the mocking laughter from the three condescending princes.
The intelligences nodded and Education leaned forward, his eyes serious and his mouth against his fingers.
"Getting attached to mere personas is the last thing you want to do on this mission," his gruff voice rumbled. "We are just images. We are just ghostly phantoms created by Vegeta's mind, that's all."
"This whole mission would have been easier if you just used us to get to where you needed to get and then leave us," Tactical barked. "We know what we are. You need to see us that way, too. Never get attached to people, Kakarotto. You never know who will betray you. You never know who you can trust."
Goku glanced up at the darkly dressed saiyajin who stared him down like an animal watching its prey. He was so Vegeta. The arrogant prince had always explained that trusting and caring would only get you killed on the battlefield. Gee…Goku wondered who gave Vegeta those thoughts.
Going against his better judgment Goku decided to argue with the intelligent persona. "You may believe that, but I don't." He felt instantly nervous as the three tuned into his little speech. "Veheshin was traveling with me since I got here. He helped me greatly and he felt and loved things more than Vegeta could ever show. He proved that you personas are yourselves and a part of Vegeta. You each have your own personality and soul. You all may be a part of what makes Vegeta Vegeta, but you are your own individual beings, too. Grace was….is my friend and I can't turn him away as if he doesn't really exist."
"He betrayed you," Honesty growled.
Goku glared at the dark figure on the couch and nodded. "That's what real people do. They make mistakes. They cry over hurt feelings and grieve over loss. Grace may have betrayed me, but he is sorry, as am I."
TI "tsked" and shook his head. "Believe what you want, but realize that this whole thing would have been much easier if you didn't befriend every little thing you walk past. I wouldn't be surprised if you ran into that horn-dog, Lust, and liked him, too!"
Goku couldn't help the dumb grin that spread across his face and the room groaned.
"You're one sick ticket, Goku."
"God," TI yelled. "This all could have been avoided if that little shit Spiritual Thinking hadn't gotten word to you that Vegeta needed help. We told him…Education and I told him that things were going to get even more fucked up if precious perfect Goku showed up here and tried to save everything."
"Language, TI, language," the intelligent persona at the desk said lightly.
"Fuck that!" The darkly-dressed saiyajin snapped as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it angrily. "A saiyajin's mind can heal itself. We didn't need a damn outsider to come in and bust this place up and make things worse. You know what would have been better? We should have just talked to Present-Time while he was in a dreamlike state and told him to lock up his negative energy. We should have told him to start controlling his shit before it started to control him. I mean…fuck, man!"
Ed watched calmly as his counterpart paced the office, flicking his ashes on the furry red carpet. Goku sighed at the tirade and realized that this persona had much influence over Vegeta…or was it the other way around? He was beginning to grow tired of sitting in the office when something TI had said struck him.
"Does a Vegeta who is control now have the power to lock up negative energy? I mean, would the real Vegeta actually be able to keep his evil personas under control?"
The three looked at him, their eyes wide.
Ed cocked his head to the side with much interest as his mind went to work. Blinking he pushed his glasses up again and leaned forward.
"If one is able to wake up Present-Time while he is still unconscious, I believe it could be possible. One would have to make sure he wouldn't fully wake into consciousness, but only make it to a dreamlike state, which would be where we are now." His dark eyes glared into Goku's. "Would you be able to keep him in this state? Could you wake him so that he knew he was in his subconscious?"
Goku grinned, feeling confidence rising. "Yeah. Vegeta and I are bonded in a way I can't really explain. I could wake him up and make sure he stays by my side. Together we can defeat and trap his evil personas."
Ed stood up and paced behind his desk. TI watched him closely.
"It's risky, Ed," he chimed. "This could completely change Vegeta's personality."
"What does it matter?" Ed snapped. "Vegeta is ever changing just like any living, thinking thing. He's not going to destroy them; he's going to have them under control. They won't be running rampant, terrorizing everything! They will be present, they'll still have a say in things…they will just be known within Vegeta's mind and he'll call upon them if he wants. If Real Vegeta figures out the problem he'll be able to stop it!"
TI finished his cigarette and tossed it on the floor, much to Ed's dismay. With a scowl he crossed his arms and groaned.
"Fuck it. What does it matter what I say, I'm just a huge part of Vegeta, that's all."
Ed grinned and turned to Goku. "As much as I despise the fact that you are here, I might as well put you to good use. Go. Be on your way and find Real Vegeta. You insisted on fighting this battle for Vegeta so finish it. We are all counting on you, Goku."
The orange-clad fighter nodded and stood. He made his way to the door.
"And Honesty," Ed said. "You're going with him."
The armored prince sat up in the couch and gawked at the clever saiyajin. "What?"
"I don't want you just sitting around here. Goku may need some help, so you're going with."
The pouting prince looked at Ed and then to TI, who just shrugged and glanced away. With an angry huff he stood and followed Goku to the door. Before they exited, the childish earth saiyajin turned and looked at Ed with a large grin on his face.
"Hey, since you're Educational Intelligence, can you answer this? I couldn't figure it out."
The two intelligences blinked at the innocent being.
Goku smiled and continued. "What do you add to an empty wooden barrel, but you can't see it and it makes it lighter?"
Tactical Intelligence's eyes narrowed and he went to lay on the couch with an annoyed moan, muttering something about doom. Ed's surprised face quickly turned into that of amusement and he chuckled.
"I'm going to say that it is a hole."
Goku blinked and slapped his fist into his palm. Laughing he turned and opened the door. "A hole! Of course!"
Tactical and Ed watched as the two made their way out the door and back into the platform hallway. The genius saiyajin at the desk laughed and shook his head. TI looked over his shoulder at the chuckling being.
"We're screwed aren't we?"
"Undeniably."
'Ok, that's it for chapter 11! I hope you liked it. I had heard that riddle thing before and I hope I told it right. Again, thanks for the reviews and reading and I'll try to have the next chapter out as soon as possible. Thanks!'
