Twisted
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama, not me,
and I make no money from this work of fanfiction.
The warrior
smiled softly, looking at his sleeping wife.
Her dark
hair was in delightful tangles, the result of his hands being unable to keep to
themselves.
ChiChi was
beautiful, a warrior like himself, strong… The best suited to him on the
planet. So suited to him, that he could feel her thoughts echoing in the halls
of his mind even now, in her dreams.
He blushed
as he saw the path her dreams were taking.
He frowned,
briefly, wondering what had woken him… Then his sharp ears caught the soft
whimpers of their son, Gohan. Getting up, dressed only in his gi pants, he
looked in on the four year old.
The child's
tail was wrapped firmly around the headboard, his blankets kicked to the floor,
his head turned towards the foot of the bed.
He walked
silently in, picking up the covers and laying them back on the little boy. The
warrior couldn't help but smile, as he took in Gohan's features. His black
hair, while wild, was far silkier than his father's coarse locks, growing long,
and his parents hadn't the heart to cut it. His features were strikingly like
his father's, but far more gentle.
Memory
stirred, ones that troubled him in years…
"Goku?"
said a voice, and he turned to see his wife standing in the hall, in the large
shirt she wore to bed.
"I thought
I heard Gohan having a nightmare," he murmured, going to kiss her cheek. She
smiled and kissed him back.
"Come to
bed, love," she said, taking his hand. He willing followed her back, but even
after he had fallen back into the comforting sheets, he couldn't stop his mind
from wandering back down well worn memories…
His son; he
had named him after his adopted grandfather, the man who had taken him in and
shown him the true path of a warrior. His son was named now after a far
worthier person than he would have been on Goku's home world.
The first
to be named something other than Vegeta…
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Flashback-
// The boy who would later be known as Goku held tightly
onto the hand of his mother, following her up to the launching pads of the many
space ships that came in and out of the Royal Palace.
When
they arrived, Goku's skin crawled, looking at the pale skinned being in front
of him, flanked by an aqua alien, and a big pink fat thing.
"Here he
is, Furiza-sama," hissed his tall, strong father, not looking at him. Goku hid
his trembling at that name. Furiza was a name used to frighten children into
obedience, and he had been told what was going to happen to him. It terrified
him, but no amount of tantrums had helped.
Kind
hands picked him up, and he looked into his mother's face, as she placed him in
the pod, to go to Furiza's for training.
He
couldn't stop the tears as the pod shut, seeing his mother's proud face one
last time…//
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Goku sat
up, sighing at memory.
Morning had
arrived… He must have slept at some point…
He smiled,
smelling his wife's cooking. Damn, could that woman cook!
Leaping
from his bed, he got dressed hurriedly, picking up his weighted boots to put on
when he got outside.
He was
looking forward to today; he was taking his family to the Kame house for a
reunion- it would be great to see all his old friends.
"Goku?"
called ChiChi, and he turned, seeing her.
"I can't
find Gohan, we have to be at the Kame house after breakfast, you mind looking
for him?"
Goku
smiled, and nodded, trotting out of the house.
"Kinto'un!"
he yelled, and the golden cloud came to him. For a moment, he looked at it,
thinking about what his father would have said about the little cloud. Then he
shook his head. His father would have given him to the worst monster in the
universe. He didn't know what twist of luck, fate, or whim of the gods had sent
him to earth, but he was thankful.
Breathing
deep, he looked around, having caught Gohan's scent.
After that,
it only took him a few minutes to locate his son, who was holding on for dear
life to a branch…
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Breakfast
in the Son household went as usual, being hearty, delicious, and rushed.
Even more
so this morning, when Goku and his family had to get somewhere.
ChiChi
pulled Gohan into her lap, and her short husband did the same with her, and
they sat comfortably together on kinto'un.
Goku
smiled, as he cuddled his wife and child. Today was wonderful- what could go
wrong?
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"What… the…
hell?" hissed Daimao Piccolo, who had been in the desert, training.
His ki
senses had been flooded with a power that had made even his evil skin crawl.
A huge
being settled to the ground before him, looking like something out of this
ridiculous barbarian movies that the humans were so fond of, but wearing some
high tech equipment.
"You," said
the man with the long, wild hair, "are not the power that I sensed, but you are
close…"
"What are
you talking about?" shouted Piccolo, getting into a fighting stance. "Tell me
who you are, and why you look like Goku!"
"Who?" said
the man, and shrugged. "He must be the other power I picked."
"What are
you doing here?" Piccolo snarled, grabbing the other man's shoulder.
He was
thrown, but recovered.
"You- I
didn't want to fight, but here you go-" and Piccolo threw a blast at him.
"That
almost itched," said the huge man, starting his own attack, while Piccolo gaped
in shock.
The dark
haired warrior raised his own hand to start an attack, when he picked up
another power lever- not as strong as himself, of course…
He took
off, leaving the cursing Piccolo behind.
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Goku
smiled, sensing his friend's ki, and looked down. He could make out the shapes
of Bulma, Krillen, and Master Roshi.
His grin
grew to split his face as he saw them, and waved cheerfully, jumping with
ChiChi and Gohan, and dropping to the ground in front of them. He was so happy
to see them, that he left ChiChi holding Gohan in midair.
ChiChi just laughed, seeing her husband so
happy. There was a dark edge to his nature at times, but when he was like this,
he was a buoyant little boy again.
She easily
floated down behind him, carrying their son, who was looking at everyone and
everything with wonder. Memories of her own flooded her, of being sent to train
with the funny boy with the tail. There, she met Krillien, Bulma and Master
Roshi.
The crowd
grew quiet as they saw the child in her arms…
Krillen
pointed, his hand shaking some,. "Hey, you- you two babysitting, or something?"
"Nope,"
said Goku proudly, walking over to ChiChi and putting his hands on her
shoulders.
"This is
our son, Gohan."
Chichi put
him on the ground gently, and he stared at the new people for a few moments.
Then he bowed, nervously, and mumbled, "hello".
They bowed
in response, seeing that the boy was obviously shy.
Bulma
immediately started gushing over the boy- he was adorable….
"You named
him after your grandfather?" Roshi asked, looking at Gohan fondly. Then tbey
both noticed-
"He has a
TAIL!" they exclaimed, looking at Goku, who just smiled.
"He's never
seen the moon- don't worry about it. I might not have mine anymore, but I
remember…" they all shivered, remembering the monster he had become when he had
glanced at the moon.
"Did you
ever find out why you did that?" asked Krillen, looking up from talking to
Gohan. That kid was smart.
Goku shook
his head. "I still don't- other than knowing it had something to do with my
tail. If I ever really knew, I have forgotten." He sighed then. It was
frustrating, not understanding something so strange about himself- but he was
telling the truth. When he had been training with Kami, it had been removed
permanently, because he didn't want to endanger people anymore, but he still
missed it.
The dragon ball on Gohan's hat drew a few comments, but the day was going fine- when it seemed like a cloud went over the sun, casting everything in shade.
The atavistic chill that went through Goku made him look up, sensing the approaching evil. It was familiar…
His eyes went huge, as he saw the figure.
It landed in front of him.
"So, you must be Goku, the one that the green man was talking about."
Goku stared. It was a person he had not seen since he had been put, sobbing, into a space pod.
A saiya-jin.
Krillen, Chichi and Goku had gotten into fighting stances when they had seen the big haired man swoop down, but then Goku straightened.
"Yes, but," he said quite calmly, though he wanted to shake.
"My name also Vegeta no Ouji."
To be continued.