AN:

Just…bear with me.

Short explanation: This is the piece where Goku and Vega meet for the first time. Is it going to be a blood bath? No. Why?

I really want you to think about it. If I kill the bitch now, there will be utter fucking hell and chaos…and Vegeta caught in the mess of this will mean dead babies. So…no. No killing. Besides, there's a plot within the plot which I'm not telling you about because it's a seeecret.

Oh and this tension will lead to a massive blood bath…kind of like in Chapter three with the pulling of the spine out of Turles backside. Anyone rooting for that dude had his spine crushed as well as their dreams.

Yeah, I'm being silly, but it's my Author's note dammit. :P

Chapter 21: The Patient side of Rage

Blaine landed before the others, scanning the area before allowing the others of land aside him. They landed outside the gates, amazed and slightly in awe of the massive city that lie behind these steel barriers. It was as if they'd come to Oz and were looking upon the outside of the city in all its glory. They knew the perimeter of the vast city was larger than anything they had seen, unable to see its end from the air when they were approaching. Goku silently hoped that a tiny little man wouldn't pop out the door and scream, "What do you want?"

The doors allowed them passage and a chance to see the city. It was even bigger than they had imagined. Trunks had a brief flash back of Tokyo at its busiest, only the buildings weren't of a modern circular design. Sky scrapers, towers, homes, and businesses of all ranges flourished here. A city of people walked about, lost in their own little lives and concerns, though very aware of the castle within the very heart of this place. Guards were posted at various places, some flying overhead while others stood about patrolling. A few of them gave Blaine proper acknowledgement, nodding lightly as they made their way to that huge place sticking out like a sore thumb.

Goku snorted at it and the stray memory of it stuck in his head.

"Crap...she knows we're here," Blake muttered. "We've got to hurry..."

"I thought we were going to see Vegeta," Goku growled.

"Plans change. In case you didn't feel it, Vega is watching us now," Blair snapped. "We're not risking the city because of impatience! We'll see him after we've spoken to Vega, got it?"

Goku could understand it, but he didn't like it. What they spoke of tickled his senses mildly, not even worth the effort of trying to locate. If that was Vega, then this was cakewalk right about now.

It took them a little under ten minutes of fast paced flying to get to the central location. The city was much larger than they had assumed. Eventually they landed before the gates where more guards were waiting. They recognized Blaine for his status, giving him a firm salute and immediately raising the gates for them. One set lifted into the air, and the other slid open to unveil the innards of an ill favored place of dwelling.

"What did she do, coat the place in blood?" Bra gagged. "Ew..."

"It's the king's favorite color," Blair sighed. "It's disgusting."

The door opened to reveal a grand room decorated in crimson and black tapestry, the colors thrown everywhere to coat whatever they touched. Within the middle of it all was a stairway that broke off into four sections. Each one led to a different part of the castle, but it was the main one that they would take. That one led up to a set of massive doors being guarded by two guards that were much bigger than the rest of them.

The foul taste in his mouth warped itself to twist his stomach. Goku cradled himself, holding onto his stomach and his breakfast as another memory forced its way forward.

"Dad?"

"I'm fine. Let's just go."

He couldn't have met that witch before. Blair watched Goku out of the corner of his eye. The signs were unmistakable. "That link must be kicking in..." Blair murmured. "I don't like where this is going." He didn't like it in the least.

They reached the top of the stairs to be meet by a set of servants. They stood before the large set of doors leading to what could have been the throne room decorated with the symbol and house that represented the King's lineage. The symbols were familiar. They were in saiyan but they were also of another language that Goku was slightly horrified to realize he understood. What it stood for made him sicker than he was, as did the pressure of whoever was behind those doors.

They had nothing to bring with them that couldn't be left in the capsules within their pockets or designated pouches. The maids were slightly puzzled as to why there was nothing to take but left without question. The head of their little party remained after they'd gone, heavily pregnant and in no mood to be on his feet this day. He did greet them warmly, as warmly as his temperament would allow with swollen feet and ankles.

Goku ignored the keening push of his desire to tear this place apart and find the one whom mattered most to him.

"Mi' Lord…"

Blaine hushed Logan with a hand raised between them. "We'll talk about this," he said ignoring his shoulder, "later. For now I want you to remain off of your feet for the rest of the day. Let Sebastian do the work for once the little kiss ass."

"Mi' Lord...I can't. Sebastian's been left to the cooking, and I've been left to the maids. I'm afraid a replacement would spell disaster."

The pressure abruptly vanished, giving them little leeway with their time. Blaine growled, angry that he was still on his feet like this. "Logan, I mean what I say," he growled. "I don't give a flying shit about WHO says what! YOU get off of your feet right now! No mate of mine will suffer like this!"

Goku's interest snapped back to life as he looked upon Logan for the first time. He blinked, and almost growled himself. "She makes you work in this condition?" he cried, clearly horrified by it all. All Logan could do was nod, tenderly holding and rubbing the spot that seemed to be the punching bag of the hour. "Why?"

"It's her way of trying to get me to miscarry," Logan murmured. "But this baby is stubborn, and I'm past that point."

"But not far enough to…She's not—"

"NO! No...The prince is in very good hands! He's more bored than anything...it'll be good for him to see you."

It was back again and almost crushing them. Logan nearly passed out from it, but thankfully one of the guards before that door caught him. Blaine snarled to himself, in no uncertain terms telling that guard to take Logan to rest in the prince's room. He eagerly complied, being one of the saiyans upon this planet with some sympathy in his heart. The remaining guard took off after them, wary of what was behind those doors. He had every right to be. At times, standing at that door was a death wish.

Goku's stomach turned again, jolting him past the moment of horror and into waking sickness. The longer he stood there the more vivid the nightmare. This was a price he paid for fusing with his beloved and stealing what was a burden, and it was a price he was willing and would always pay. Yet, the more he remembered, the closer he came to losing who he was. What he was. The anger would not abate. He would not be satisfied until blood was drawn for the death of his mate's spirit so long ago.

"Let me in," he snarled moving forward. "I want to see her, NOW."

"Goku, you must calm down," Blaine warned. "She will sense you!"

"If her meager existence is what I sense under the layers, then she is of no threat to me. Let me see...I want the truth!"

There would be no appeasement until the inevitable happened. They could all see it and taste it in the thick tension stifling the air. All Blaine could do now was let him pass. He quickly opened the doors, slightly sickened himself when the stench of cold murder hit him in the eyes. The body was being dragged away, lifeless under the dark apparel of the room draped in black and stone.

The only thing of color aside the blood was the violet version that was Vega under the soft lighting upon her throne. Aside her lie a wolf like creature whose eyes immediately locked on Goku. Goku stared in kind at it, unsure of what or why, though the beast once sleeping within him awoke and spoke in volumes. The wolf-creature bowed its head, agreeing to the contract that had taken place so quickly. He wasn't quite sure of how it'd happened, but it was done.

That creature aside the princess was his from now until its death.

Vega was unaware of it. Her attention was upon her angry generals and the somewhat disoriented man she'd come to know as Goku. The others didn't quite warrant her attention. They weren't as important to keep around as this Goku character was...for the moment. Violet eyes closing in displeasuring boredom, she sighed and stood to greet them as a princess would.

"It's about time you showed up," she snapped. "Playing in the forests is NOT my idea of getting here on time."

Goku, equally bored, rolled his eyes. "Whatever. They were more entertaining than you."

She wasn't quite expecting that callus response from this…saiyan. "Excuse me?"

"I'm not here for your entertainment." He stepped forward of his own volition, missing the astonished looks on the guards faces as they fought not to flee. Goku trained his eye on the one on the far left, ignoring the princess visually. "We all know why we're here…so let's stop the bullshit and get this over with."

"Get what over with?" she snarled, completely displeased. "And who do you think you're talking to?"

"A tired cunt that messed with the wrong Saiyan and has yet to realize that I KNOW who SHE is."

"That's impossible. We've never—"

"Thank the heavens for small miracles." He was indeed grateful that he hadn't remembered her for that, but he did know of what she'd done and how far she'd gone to sate her own dark needs. "I know you. I know of you and what you've done. I suggest you let my mate go and avoid further displeasures."

The more she looked upon him, the more she saw her brother's cruel face staring at her in a contempt that only they could know of. It was as if Turles had come to openly mock her. It wasn't sitting right in her mind and she made it known with her disgusted sneer. "I've mentioned this to a certain general before and I will mention it to you," she snarled. "Your mate is alive as a courtesy. The only reason he has not been touched is because of those babies. That can be remedied…and the King could start again if need be."

Blaine gripped his bitten shoulder and resisted saying what came to mind.

Goku, irritated beyond normal means, did not.

"I'll lay waste to this planet and everyone on it if you even THINK along those lines," he spat, letting the silent throb of the sealed one come forth for a moment. The pressure of her spirit was smashed, thrown to the ground and set aflame, causing her to gasp and buckle under the weight of that beast within him. "You talk, but you do not heed. I will crush you and everything that is YOU."

"...shit!"

Point made clear for the moment, he reigned himself back in and allowed her control for a moment longer. She regained her composure and increased the output of her own spirit, smirking when it shook the very core of those around her. Goku blinked but could care less about it. It only proved to anger her a little further. His eyes grew past the point of cold, unfeeling and merciless as they held her gaze. The truth lie in the hidden agendas that were memories and recollections each playing a violent melody in their minds and hearts. She smiled upon them, and he scowled.

"Ugly memories...your face in my head," he murmured. "I wouldn't let my mate suffer that way a moment longer."

"I see...but you're forgetting something."

"And that would be?"

The creature known as Bledri sitting at Vega's side growled low and long. She was forcing Goku to admit to it; to acknowledge something that was a dream drifting in the wisps of misconceiving truth. The prince could not remember it, and Vegeta was better off not knowing. However, Goku knew and it ate at him a little more every time it played itself in his head. On the one hand, he could let it eat him into nothingness. On the other more likely hand, if she was not careful, the darkness would wake and allow the beast and its companion within him to come through into this realm. Such atrocities were not meant to happen more than once.

Bledri cursed to himself as he thought about then and now. If that thing was unleashed from Goku know then all was lost. The first occurrence forgotten always as legend and tall tale, but a second occurrence damaged destiny and time. It would not do for either to happen. Not again.

"Vegeta was promised to me...once my brother was done with him," she smirked. "And it was my task...to train him."

"Say what?" Goku spat, nearly losing it. "Are you out of your god-damned mind?"

"No, I'm not lying. He was my first. My first crush, my first kiss, my first lover...and my brother's first Bitch." She chuckled wickedly remembering those moments. "My brother was a freak...and he loved taking Vegeta on that ride. I'm surprised he managed to embed his seed in him. I thought he'd never break."

Her perception of time must have been off. It had to be. Why else would she think that, and didn't she know about that freak? Goku didn't think she did, which made it much more satisfying to wipe that smile off her face. "Those babies are not that bleeding bastard's." He sneered, fangs more than apparent in intent when he hissed at her. "Those are my own, sired by ME. That fucking bastard died at my hand, for touching what was never his to take! Vegeta is MINE, always was MINE!"

Blake had heard rumors. No one ever truly knew the truth, save Blaine who'd heard it with his own ears. Blair was clearly shocked, but he swallowed it and prepped his ears for the initial explosion.

He was not disappointed.

"YOU LIE!"

Goku most certainly was not lying about this. His eyes were too cold, frozen, and warm with the memories of Turles' screams as he left this world with his spine collected as a prize. "He might have had my face, but that was all." He still didn't understand that much and fought not to question that little tidbit. Turles was gone and that was the important part; death being the secondary importance. "Tell me…princess…tell me that I didn't rip his fucking spine from his body."

"You...didn't..."

"Didn't I?"

Vega all but howled at the injustice of it all. Her power flared and brought them all to their knees, unwilling to be placated by anything less than the head of this Goku person. Goku remained at her feet, standing against the strain of her uncontrolled power. It may have looked as if he was defying her, yet the truth was a different matter entirely.

She swarmed his mind with false images, her rage unfounded through her own delusions. His retained memories collided with hers and uncovered the cold calculated truth. Nights of rapture were drunken torture, screams moans unable to form themselves loud enough for someone to hear. His mate's writhing under that face as he was taken again under the public eye of a party made him sicker than he'd been before all this. Goku fell to his knees from that and only that, vomiting as the images gained momentum and forced him to watch.

There were no chains left on the beast within him. Just seals to keep them at bay.

One of the five seals burnt itself off.

Her howling succumbed to the overwrought imagery within his mind, broken and throttled under the weight of that aura. She crumbled; her rage forgotten and awe settled when he screamed the voice of twined souls. One voice cried out with the other, the cry of a dark dragon roaring past his soul and directly into her ears. She watched in complete horror as three of her men were twisted from the inside out, left to bleed from every pore of their bodies. One's heart resided in his gaping mouth, nothing more than a mass of useless flesh sitting there to rot. She backed away from it, and the unnatural gaze that settled in Goku's untamed eyes.

"You fool!" he bellowed, forcing her to acknowledge him as he was inside and out, "Your brother was a spineless freak and deserved what he got. You're next."

"We will make sure of it," one of the others spat. She looked over at him, startled by the spark in his eyes and in his hands. A saiyan with this kind of power? No...A half breed! He was clearly Goku's son; the howl of thunder deep in his every step as he backed his father up. "You have no idea of the damage you will bring if you do not listen!"

"Oh and who are you? His little army?" Vega snapped. "Be gone pest!"

Fire flared and heat seared the air before she could take another breath. Pan and Goten were the cause of it, one the other son and the female of some similar relation. The heat tore at the fabric of her dress, burning the edges and the seams with ease. A cutting wind finished it off with Bra smiling in satisfaction.

"That thing was ugly anyhow," Bra murmured.

"You...you filthy low class half breeds!" she screeched. "I don't care what he wants. You die NOW!"

"Touch them and I will undo the seal."

Blaine's voice in the madness stopped her cold. The threat of undoing that seal reminded her of darker times. Her father would not be pleased to have something like that unleashed and killing it for the sake of keeping his title intact. She glared at him and at the blade that resided in his hands second later as if to emphasize his promise. "I sealed my son's powers as an agreement to keep my family out of his clutches," he spat. "I've done all he's asked of me, and more…and I won't sit here and let you do what you please any longer!"

"You wouldn't dare...not at the cost of your mate."

"Logan would rather die than to let Blaine in your sights a moment longer," Blake spat. "So would I. No saiyan should have to bow to the spawn of someone that so readily gave that freak what he wanted! No saiyan, no saiya-jin, should ever have to give up their freedom and be forced to breed with your fucking murdering grandfather!"

The princess was incensed but made no more of a show of it than need be. She glared at him, her lip curling in disgust. "Now you?"

It wasn't just him. Blair, usually silent when matters of this nature erupted, had his own piece to say. "The organization enslaved both planets, but your father and grandfather sold out the saiyans because we can't HIDE ourselves," he spat. "They're cowards, using saiyans as scapegoats to further their plans and then enslaving what little of us remain after they helped destroy our planet!"

"Face it, Vega," Blaine growled, "We're tired of being held under thumb…and just like before, history repeats itself…with or without the aid of Goku, we're not taking your shit a moment longer."

There had always been a moment where tensions would rub and the limits of loyalties would be tested, but it was without say that saiyans were true to themselves and only those who mattered most. There was a time where if one was weak they were left to die, but times had changed and so had obligations. Survival had been the agenda when they had migrated here those twenty something years ago.

Now freedom was the agenda. Saiyans were reckless beings that would fight to the very end and take down all who were in their path. Vega was well aware of this, having seen it for herself when Blaine took charge of their armies in his younger days. Saiyans were also adapting creatures. Not many of them could use Saiya-jin methods of fighting as fluently as these three traitors in front of her.

It was of little wonder why her grandfather wanted them so for himself and why her father wished to provide such treasures.

There was no one left to defend her side, which was of little concern. The three guards that died were of other races and despicable within their own right. The creature that sat beside her now, growling, didn't do anything in her defense at all if ever. The one time it had, it was to get to a certain saiyan prince sitting in the way. Bledri glared at her with the best of them, daring her to make a move in the wrong direction. Goku was ready and willing to kill her then and there, as well as Blaine via his son. Luka was anxiously watching and waiting from the cage above. Met at all corners and locked in a bind, she was forced to concede and play for a bargain.

The king had expressly forbidden her to take any action that could kill anyone, and for the life of her she couldn't see why.

"Since you're so anxious to show me the strength of your breed," she sneered, "Then you may do so."

"No deal. It's me against you," Goku exclaimed. "One on one."

That damn code of Saiyan ethics was going to be the death of someone one day. Why they insisted on meeting at full strength after a certain waiting period was beyond her. Her father certainly wasn't disagreeing to it. "Fine. Vegeta—"

"Goes with me, STAYS with me. Otherwise the deal is off and we do this now. I'm sure your KING will not be pleased to find there is nothing to come home to."

No...He definitely would not. He said as much in the back of her mind then and there, amused enough to let this draw out longer than need be. She didn't dare voice her thoughts on the matter. "If you lose, you will do as I say and give Vegeta up."

"And when you lose, I'll fucking kill you. Okay?"

"...agreed."

"Good. Drop that cage."

She knew it wouldn't be that easy. Logan was as good as gone, too, and she knew it. She snapped her fingers, forcefully dropping that cage from the confining chains above. A steel box came flying down with the startled yelp of the one within it. Blake and Blair rushed to catch the underside of it, barely catching it in time to avoid an unnecessary breaking of things whether they were bones, seals, or necks. They set it down before Blaine whom tore off the hinges and the door with a single pull.

"Shit..."

"Luka...Luka!"

Crawling out of the small space, he reached the doors open edge and allowed himself to be snatched into his father's familiar embrace and scent. He still smelt like the open wood, and the blood of ogre was faintly present. It reminded him of days when he'd be sent out there to train, only to come home broken and beaten, but alive to his mother and him. Luka clung to him, unwilling to let go even after his father laughingly told him he was in need of a good bathing.

"This is making me sick," Vega grumbled. "Leave already! Two months from now, we will see who is stronger!"

Two months? Goku wasn't going to chance it but said nothing of his thoughts. "Fine with us. Bledri, let's go."

The creature that had been waiting for that moment for the longest stood and stretched himself out. He lingered on the stage a bit longer than expected of him but finally strolled off of it and walked over to where Goku was waiting with an open hand. He walked into the open embrace and allowed this person to take hold of his fur, stroking it as only a true owner would. He butted his head against Goku's, mourning his pain as much as rejoicing in the fact that he could finally leave. He waited so long for him...waited longer than he normally would have. But he knew this day would come and that Goku would need the help regardless of what happened.

Goku stood and kept a hand on his head. He turned to leave with the others in tow.

"You're going to need those two months to surpass me," she said after his retreating backside. "Believe me you won't know what hit you—"

Level four came and went in a show of power within the split second he stopped. Eyes of gold smirked back at her, daring her to call him on what she'd witnessed. "I've been there for nearly a decade," he said. "You may need to push past that level and become a god. If you can do that...if you can become what your grandfather is and what your father desires for himself, you may live three minutes longer."

She was left alone in the darkness, scowling but intrigued by the dead bodies residing within the throne room chambers. She didn't know what her father was up to, but she was sure her grandfather had a hand in it. Today had been enlightening though. If Goku was indeed already that powerful, then it would be worth the small losses it to have him lead her armies. After all, Vegeta's life was a courtesy and not a guarantee. She smirked to herself and laughed a little as she mentally threw the cage across the room.

And…that's it for the update.

Obvious questions answered!:

Will they fight?

Hell yes. Fucking blood bath, totally.

Is there going to be a character death?

If anyone pisses me off, YES. *apologizing profusely to the DBZ characters* I have no problem killing Goku if I have to. Vegeta might hate me forever though.

Why is Blaine a super-saiyan?

Because someone pissed him off…and that will be explained in the coming chapters.

Why didn't Goku wipe the floor with that bitch?

Well, we'll explain that later as well. Honestly, she's a live trap. Let your mind wander. Shit gets twisted the hell up later.

But, but…Blaine is a super-saiyan! He could have beat that bitch! Why didn't he?

Uh, Logan for starters, and Luka locked up…and then his family was mingled in the midst of all that shit, not to mention that the king wiped out the first saiyan to try something funny without moving from his seat. A smart fool waits for the right moment to be foolish.

Will Blake and Blair finally give into their instincts?

Well, if you read the version before this, you know the answer.

Wish me luck in school! :D I hope this SATES you.