Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z or Dragonball GT. They belong to their appropriate owners.

Warnings: blood, violence, yaoi, lemon, strong language and more


Everything is gone
by sol-chan

V
hope

6th May 784, 10:27:51 a.m.
East District



Finally, Gokou pulled away of Vejita's mouth and stood up with an apologizing smile on his face. He was feeling weird, strangely warm in the pit of his stomach . He shrugged the feeling off. Whatever it was it wasn't the time to pay attention to this. He was watching like in the matter of seconds Vejita's wounds healed to fresh bruises, his Ki almost coming back to normal. The shorter warrior blinked for a few times before supporting himself on right arm and sitting on the floor. Gokou wanted to help him get back onto the couch but Vejita stood up himself pushing away his hand.

" I promise you, Kakkarotsu, if you'll touch me once again it'll be the last thing you'll do in your fucked life !" Growled Vejita though Gokou somehow knew that he wasn't as pissed off as he seemed to be.

" I... I'm sorry... I just wanted to help you. So, how do you feel now ? You look much better."

" That's none of your business how I feel." Said Vejita then moved his hand over the table and picked up a cloth from there which he wiped his lips with several times. He threw the cloth onto the floor then resumed searching for something on the table with his right hand. So, still he couldn't see. Gokou noticed as well that he was using only the right arm, left hanging limply on his side. Finally, Vejita found the glass of water he was drinking earlier from and drank what remained there, rinsing his mouth.

" Do you see anything ?" Asked Gokou with concern. That half a sensu should have brought Vejita's sight back, if only partially.

Vejita wiped his lips once again, this time with the back of his hand.

" I can see, only everything's so damned blurred..." Said Vejita softly. " Get me some clothes, Kakkarotsu."

" Ok. I'll be right back." Said Gokou and went upstairs.

Vejita sat down on the couch. Standing was still costing him a lot, he was still too weak to do so for longer. For a moment he was trying to focus his terribly blurred vision, but he couldn't. Fuck... His family was gone, his home was gone, and he was blind and weak and couldn't move his left arm. And mere half an hour ago all of them had been alive and he had been completely healthy, and more to this, he had been happy, living on that Kami forsaken mudball with his pitiful little family, and never ever thinking how little was needed to destroy all of this. Just some weakling wanting to prove something. Damn... If only he had known back then, he would have found that madman and put him out of his misery before he would have a chance to blink, yet alone fire the missile, if only he had been given a chance to know... they all would have been still alive... But why could he have been given such a chance, him, of all people ? If this was a punishment ? For all the times when he had been the one playing the mass murder's part, for what he had done killing few hundred billions of living beings, destroying countless pitiful little families like his own with one move of his hand. Maybe the fate wanted to show him how does it feel, to finally get something only to lose it in such a stupid way. Maybe this was why he hadn't been allowed to die but destined to live and suffer.

" Damn it all..."

He couldn't think about it that way. After all, nothing irreversible had happened. He was going to avenge his family and then bring them all back to life, as soon as the Namekians would create new dragonballs. So, in a few months everything was going to be back to normal. And as soon as the Namekian brat was going to be revived he was going to be healed and have his sight back. Only few months... Few months alone with Kakkarotsu, kinda helpless so needing to be taken care of by the third-class baka. How was he going to stand it ? Moron was so damned annoying, so much stronger than him, and was inflicting such a weird feelings in him. He had hated him once and had wished the things to stay that way, as the hate towards Kakkarotsu had been helping him to get stronger, had been his reason to continue harsh training, had been letting him mock the younger man on every possible occasion, but then things had changed, hate slowly replaced by trust and respect, the realization how much Kakkarotsu cared about him finally striking him, inspiring kind of warm feeling towards the other Saiya-jin in him, feeling he couldn't quite place himself, but it seemed for him that it was what humans were calling friendship. And now, after he had tasted him, been closer with him than ever before for whole half an hour which was surely very long time, his feelings towards the moron were changing, once again. And once again, he didn't want them to change. Considering Kakkarotsu as his friend was hard enough for him to accept, he didn't want him to become more. Damn, being third-class baka he wasn't worth becoming more !

" Vejita ! I have a gi for you !" Shouted Gokou coming back into the room. " It was Goten's but he never ever wore it because it was too short for him. But it should fit you." He said throwing Vejita orange gi, looking much like his own.

Vejita ran his hand through the material. He could see bright coloring of it. He frowned.

" Couldn't you find something darker ?"

" Don't grumble, Vejita. No, that's all I found that can possibly fit you."

Vejita didn't stop frowning but dressed anyway.

" See ? You're looking as great as ever." Said Gokou after he finished.

Vejita looked up at the pink spot that had to be Kakkarotsu's face thoughtfully, raising an eyebrow. As great as ever ? And what's that supposed to mean ?

" What ?" Gokou questioned the strange look Vejita was giving him.

" Nothing. Let's begin acting."

" Acting ?"

" Yes, moron. We're not supposed to sit here and don't do anything. We have to revive all that were killed by the explosions."

" There are no dragonballs right now, you know that."

" But you may still teleport to New Namek and tell the green bakas to hurry with making them."

" Uhm... Right now ?"

" Right now."

" You feel well enough to stay here alone ?" Asked Gokou, concern clear in his voice.

" Of course, I'm fine. By the time you'll be gone I'll get to know who did this..."

" I'll be back in a few minutes." Said Gokou before taking his hand to his forehead and disappearing.

"...and once I'll know whoever it is will die. And you won't stop, Kakkarotsu. I'll have my vengeance." Said Vejita before reaching for the TV remote.

Gokou reappeared at the Kaio-sei, Gregory and Bubbles running to greet him before he had a chance to look around. After hugging each of them he went to look for Kaio-sama and found him lying under his newest car. He kneeled down beside it.

" Kaio-sama ! That's me, Gokou !"

" I hear. Don't scream like that." He said going out from under the car. " I excepted you. I saw what happened."

" How was it even possible, Kaio-sama ? Dende should have seen what was happening. He could let me know. I would have prevented this."

" He saw. And he told Piccolo. He went there to prevent from firing the missiles but somehow, failed."

" There ?"

" To the South Capital."

" How could he fail ? He could destroy the missiles or the controls and knowing him he was capable of just killing whoever was supposed to push the button."

" I'm not really sure myself how that happened. But somehow, it did. It's like a miracle that you and Vejita are alive."

" We're going to revive the others and all who were killed. Tell me, Kaio-sama, how much time the Namekians still need to create new dragonballs ?"

" Mhm... It seems for me that not less than four months. But, I have to warn you that you may not be allowed to revive your families and all the killed humans."

" Why ?"

" There are plenty of reasons you can think of yourself."

" I hope we'll can."

" That's good. I was just warning that you can't be sure, only hope. Now, I think it's time for you to go back to your... friend."

Gokou nodded and teleported back. So the dragonballs were going to be ready in next four months... But why couldn't they be sure that their wish would be granted ? Because this time this was humans' own fault ? To learn them a lesson ? Was is it enough of a reason to condemn to death millions of innocent people ? He could only hope that not.

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