Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ. All I own is my computer, my poor writing
skills, and the pointless dream that I'll someday be the inheritess (is
that a word?) to Akira Toriyama.
Thank you for the reviews!
Leiko: Thank you! Good to know my fic's good enough for someone to stick by it. And for the eye descriptions, I gave up cuz I came up with too many.
Kat: I certainly will!
KrysSaiyan: Not yaoi, but shounen ai. If you don't know the difference, Yaoi is. . .ahem, the more extreme while shounen ai is just love.
minna-sama no megami: *dances along* yaay, I'm glad you like it!
KATE: don't worry, this isn't one-shot! More chapters to come.
Moonprincess202: Thankies very much!
Me: Don't worry, I'll get everything down. The first chapter was only what it was; the first chapter. Can't put everything in once chappie! Thnx 4 ur patience.
Laura: Awww *patpat* don't be mad. Sorry if it took long!
And now, I present to you! Chapter two!!
Chapter two
A few minutes passed. Overhead, a bird flew over the scenery, chirping happily. It cocked its head down to the two figures below, one lying on his back, the other right on top. (A/N: heh heh) If the bird could have shrugged, it would have done so. What a strange sight it was, but it certainly was of no concern to the bird brained creature. (A/N: Hahaa, bird brained, get it??! Bird brained? ....... *sulks* ok, never mind.)
Vegeta stared, for the moment forgetting what an undignified position he was in. Undignified indeed. Then, the damn broke.
"GET OFF ME, DAMMIT!!!"
The other man scrambled to get away, helped in his retreat by Vegeta's sudden burst of angry ki. Dark eyes were still wide in shock as the young man backed away.
Dusting himself off royally, Vegeta turned to the other with his nose slightly tilted in a haughty gesture. He observed the other with a hawk eye. Orange gi, very very dirty and seemed like it had gone through a hailstorm, blue undershirt, bare feet, and black spikes of hair that jutted out in all directions.
"And who the hell are you?! How dare you barge into me like that! Have some dignity!" Vegeta's tail, had it not been tightly wrapped around his waist in the customary position for a Saiyan adult, would have been thrashing vigorously by now.
Indignation crossed the other's face. "Excuse me? How could I have seen you, I was opening the door!"
The arrogant prince nearly gaped. The nerve of him! Some wayward Saiyan. . .Vegeta confirmed his race, noting the furry brown tail lashing in an indignant manner behind the man's back (which Vegeta found odd as an adult Saiyan should never expose such a vulnerable appendage). . .knocked his prince over, and had the balls to deny it! Much less apologize! "You. . .what's your name, boy?!" Vegeta barked.
The indignant expression on the other's face was immediately replaced by worry and slight fear. He jolted up as if remembering something. "A-ah!" Without further ado, the stranger blasted away, nearly blowing Vegeta several meters back.
Gritting his teeth, the now deserted prince gave chase. No one got away with disrespecting *him*!
'Damn, he's fast.' Vegeta couldn't help but notice. The all too familiar smirk made its way to his face. 'But not as fast as me!'
With a sudden spurt of ki, the prince was soon in grabbing distance of the stranger's feet. Reaching out, a small ki blast could be seen forming at the gloved palm of Vegeta's hand.
Looking back, the other man suddenly shouted, "Kaoi KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!" He was immediately engulfed in a burst of red flame, and zoomed away with significantly increased speed.
'What?! What the hell was that?! He nearly rocketed his power and speed tenfold with that. . .yell!' Growling, Vegeta wondered in the back of his mind exactly why he was bothering to chase a complete stranger across a deserted area. He then concluded, still in the back of his mind, that he was curious as to why someone would be way out here. Yeah, that was it.
Raising his hand once more, Vegeta powered up a second ki blast, but much bigger. Taking aim, he fired with the smirk back on his face. . .
. . .which was immediately wiped off as he watched his attack eluded effortlessly.
'How. . .?!?'
"So you wanna play it rough, huh?" The irate prince muttered. "Have it your way! GALLIC GUN!"
BOOM.
'Now that definitely got him.' Sure enough, the orangely clad fellow was floating down to the ground, pretty as you please. Vegeta couldn't tell if he was too injured to keep flying, or he was just descending on his own. Shrugging, the prince followed suit to land a few feet behind the other. Arms crossed, trademark scowl on his face, Vegeta was ready to kick some serious butt.
Or, he could just ask the questions and avoid the violence. Very unVegeta like, but the prince wanted answers. Not blood. For now.
Eyeing the other, whose back was facing him and was kneeling on the ground, Vegeta walked forward and mercilessly yanked him up by the hair.
"Yow!" Calloused hands immediately enveloped the prince's. The minute they touched, a sudden jolt seemed to zap through them both. . .neither one moved for a few full seconds.
Their thoughts were in unison. 'What was *that*?'
Shaking the feeling off, Vegeta whirled the other around. He inwardly growled as he looked *up* at the other. . .damn, it really sucked being short. . .and a short prince at that.
"You never answered my question, fool." Vegeta growled dangerously.
Gulping, the other man took a step back. He scratched the back of his head in an odd gesture, obviously trying to think of a satisfying response.
Vegeta quirked an eyebrow as the other suddenly smiled brightly like one without a care in the world. "Heh. . .sorry 'bout that. I'm Ka- ah, I mean Goku! Yeah, Goku! Nice to meet you! What's your name?" The man now known as Goku outstretched his hand for a handshake as a friendly gesture of greetings.
"Don't fool with me, *Goku*!" Vegeta spat the name out like it was a curse. "You know who I am! And what kind of Saiyan name is Goku? Tell me your real name!"
Goku frowned, withdrawing his hand. "But I don't know who you are!"
And the hand went back to scratching the back of his neck. "And my name *is* G-Goku!" He added. The weak protest gave it away. Vegeta noted what a horrible liar he was.
Vegeta glared at him suspiciously. He seemed like the honest type. . .he definitely couldn't lie to save his life. . .which was strange, as it was rare to find such a quality in a Saiyan, unless they were children. Then again, he acted so much like a child. Yet. . .how could he not know his own prince? And why would he wish to hide his true identity?
'Hmm. This should be interesting. Two can play at this game.' Smirking, Vegeta spoke. "My name is. . . Trunks." The prince said tonelessly, using the name his father wished to give to his future grandson. In other words, Vegeta's own son. The prince inwardly grimaced. . .ick. *So* unsaiyanly.
"Well, then. Good to meet you Trunks!" Goku held his hand out, smiling like a fool.
Vegeta eyed the outstretched hand suspiciously. Was he going to attack? Launch a ki blast? What was this strange gesture?
Seeing the tension in the other at the simple action, Goku withdrew his hand in confusion. "Ano. . .I was only trying to greet you, Trunks-kun."
Oho, so it was -kun all of a sudden, eh? "Hn. So what the hell are you doing in this old place?"
Goku looked slightly shocked.
Curious, the prince inquired, "What is it?"
"You. . .cursed!"
Amusement riddled the prince's usual scowl. "Yes, I believe I did. Now, mind answering my question?"
"But I don't have to tell you anything!" Goku said defensively.
Vegeta growled at this sudden change in his attitude. First, he was all friendly buddy buddy complaining about coarse language, now he was so indignant and defensive and so damn secretive. Why was he bothering anyway? This was just some outcast Saiyan who probably just lived out here to avoid shaming himself in public. Besides, this was wasting his time, and the prince never wasted a minute if it could be filled to train.
"Bah. I have no reason to be here." Vegeta muttered. And promptly blasted off without so much as a goodbye. Of course, he hardly knew Goku, so it didn't really matter.
As he watched the stranger fly away, Goku mused on what he should do. Someone found out where he lived; that was unsafe. And he could be someone important; he might even report this to the king! But why report something as small as finding some outcast Saiyan living alone? No, he was probably safe from the Royals, but not from that one stranger. Perhaps he should find another place to dwell. But his promise. . .
*flashback*
An unidentified, yet familiar voice spoke harshly but without malice. "While here, avoid contact with anyone. If you do meet someone, go by Goku and never reveal my or your true name. You must stay here, Kakarott. Promise me."
A small, frightened voice of a young Goku/Kakarott responded softly. "I promise."
*End flashback*
'Maybe, if that guy comes back, I can convince him I'm not worth his time. I probably won't have to, he seemed to think that as he left.'
And yet, for some odd reason, Goku didn't *want* to never see the other Saiyan again. It had been so long. . .so long since he had true company. And meeting someone else, talking to someone other than himself, awoke his inner need to socialize. To be with someone else. A sudden feeling of loneliness loomed gloomily over the normally cheerful young man.
And that odd moment. . .when their hands had touched. What was that odd feeling?
'Maybe he'll come back. And I'll tell him to go away.' But deep in his mind, Goku knew he would do no such thing. Despite that distant promise he had made, to stay, to be alone- although, Goku figured that whoever made him promise hadn't meant him to be *lonely*- it wasn't fair to live his life simply because of some gut feeling or memory he could hardly remember.
As Goku hunted for food, the reason in the first place he came out for fresh air, he could not get out of his mind the image of the man who called himself Trunks. Goku wasn't a fool; he too, could tell the other was lying about his identity. But Trunks he would be, and it was only fair since Goku wasn't revealing who he was either. And he couldn't wait to meet him again. *If* he came again.
Scavenging for anything edible, the young Saiyan subconsciously whispered to himself. "Come back. Please."
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Not too exciting, but I promise it'll get more interesting soon. Review please, tell me what you think!
Thank you for the reviews!
Leiko: Thank you! Good to know my fic's good enough for someone to stick by it. And for the eye descriptions, I gave up cuz I came up with too many.
Kat: I certainly will!
KrysSaiyan: Not yaoi, but shounen ai. If you don't know the difference, Yaoi is. . .ahem, the more extreme while shounen ai is just love.
minna-sama no megami: *dances along* yaay, I'm glad you like it!
KATE: don't worry, this isn't one-shot! More chapters to come.
Moonprincess202: Thankies very much!
Me: Don't worry, I'll get everything down. The first chapter was only what it was; the first chapter. Can't put everything in once chappie! Thnx 4 ur patience.
Laura: Awww *patpat* don't be mad. Sorry if it took long!
And now, I present to you! Chapter two!!
Chapter two
A few minutes passed. Overhead, a bird flew over the scenery, chirping happily. It cocked its head down to the two figures below, one lying on his back, the other right on top. (A/N: heh heh) If the bird could have shrugged, it would have done so. What a strange sight it was, but it certainly was of no concern to the bird brained creature. (A/N: Hahaa, bird brained, get it??! Bird brained? ....... *sulks* ok, never mind.)
Vegeta stared, for the moment forgetting what an undignified position he was in. Undignified indeed. Then, the damn broke.
"GET OFF ME, DAMMIT!!!"
The other man scrambled to get away, helped in his retreat by Vegeta's sudden burst of angry ki. Dark eyes were still wide in shock as the young man backed away.
Dusting himself off royally, Vegeta turned to the other with his nose slightly tilted in a haughty gesture. He observed the other with a hawk eye. Orange gi, very very dirty and seemed like it had gone through a hailstorm, blue undershirt, bare feet, and black spikes of hair that jutted out in all directions.
"And who the hell are you?! How dare you barge into me like that! Have some dignity!" Vegeta's tail, had it not been tightly wrapped around his waist in the customary position for a Saiyan adult, would have been thrashing vigorously by now.
Indignation crossed the other's face. "Excuse me? How could I have seen you, I was opening the door!"
The arrogant prince nearly gaped. The nerve of him! Some wayward Saiyan. . .Vegeta confirmed his race, noting the furry brown tail lashing in an indignant manner behind the man's back (which Vegeta found odd as an adult Saiyan should never expose such a vulnerable appendage). . .knocked his prince over, and had the balls to deny it! Much less apologize! "You. . .what's your name, boy?!" Vegeta barked.
The indignant expression on the other's face was immediately replaced by worry and slight fear. He jolted up as if remembering something. "A-ah!" Without further ado, the stranger blasted away, nearly blowing Vegeta several meters back.
Gritting his teeth, the now deserted prince gave chase. No one got away with disrespecting *him*!
'Damn, he's fast.' Vegeta couldn't help but notice. The all too familiar smirk made its way to his face. 'But not as fast as me!'
With a sudden spurt of ki, the prince was soon in grabbing distance of the stranger's feet. Reaching out, a small ki blast could be seen forming at the gloved palm of Vegeta's hand.
Looking back, the other man suddenly shouted, "Kaoi KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!" He was immediately engulfed in a burst of red flame, and zoomed away with significantly increased speed.
'What?! What the hell was that?! He nearly rocketed his power and speed tenfold with that. . .yell!' Growling, Vegeta wondered in the back of his mind exactly why he was bothering to chase a complete stranger across a deserted area. He then concluded, still in the back of his mind, that he was curious as to why someone would be way out here. Yeah, that was it.
Raising his hand once more, Vegeta powered up a second ki blast, but much bigger. Taking aim, he fired with the smirk back on his face. . .
. . .which was immediately wiped off as he watched his attack eluded effortlessly.
'How. . .?!?'
"So you wanna play it rough, huh?" The irate prince muttered. "Have it your way! GALLIC GUN!"
BOOM.
'Now that definitely got him.' Sure enough, the orangely clad fellow was floating down to the ground, pretty as you please. Vegeta couldn't tell if he was too injured to keep flying, or he was just descending on his own. Shrugging, the prince followed suit to land a few feet behind the other. Arms crossed, trademark scowl on his face, Vegeta was ready to kick some serious butt.
Or, he could just ask the questions and avoid the violence. Very unVegeta like, but the prince wanted answers. Not blood. For now.
Eyeing the other, whose back was facing him and was kneeling on the ground, Vegeta walked forward and mercilessly yanked him up by the hair.
"Yow!" Calloused hands immediately enveloped the prince's. The minute they touched, a sudden jolt seemed to zap through them both. . .neither one moved for a few full seconds.
Their thoughts were in unison. 'What was *that*?'
Shaking the feeling off, Vegeta whirled the other around. He inwardly growled as he looked *up* at the other. . .damn, it really sucked being short. . .and a short prince at that.
"You never answered my question, fool." Vegeta growled dangerously.
Gulping, the other man took a step back. He scratched the back of his head in an odd gesture, obviously trying to think of a satisfying response.
Vegeta quirked an eyebrow as the other suddenly smiled brightly like one without a care in the world. "Heh. . .sorry 'bout that. I'm Ka- ah, I mean Goku! Yeah, Goku! Nice to meet you! What's your name?" The man now known as Goku outstretched his hand for a handshake as a friendly gesture of greetings.
"Don't fool with me, *Goku*!" Vegeta spat the name out like it was a curse. "You know who I am! And what kind of Saiyan name is Goku? Tell me your real name!"
Goku frowned, withdrawing his hand. "But I don't know who you are!"
And the hand went back to scratching the back of his neck. "And my name *is* G-Goku!" He added. The weak protest gave it away. Vegeta noted what a horrible liar he was.
Vegeta glared at him suspiciously. He seemed like the honest type. . .he definitely couldn't lie to save his life. . .which was strange, as it was rare to find such a quality in a Saiyan, unless they were children. Then again, he acted so much like a child. Yet. . .how could he not know his own prince? And why would he wish to hide his true identity?
'Hmm. This should be interesting. Two can play at this game.' Smirking, Vegeta spoke. "My name is. . . Trunks." The prince said tonelessly, using the name his father wished to give to his future grandson. In other words, Vegeta's own son. The prince inwardly grimaced. . .ick. *So* unsaiyanly.
"Well, then. Good to meet you Trunks!" Goku held his hand out, smiling like a fool.
Vegeta eyed the outstretched hand suspiciously. Was he going to attack? Launch a ki blast? What was this strange gesture?
Seeing the tension in the other at the simple action, Goku withdrew his hand in confusion. "Ano. . .I was only trying to greet you, Trunks-kun."
Oho, so it was -kun all of a sudden, eh? "Hn. So what the hell are you doing in this old place?"
Goku looked slightly shocked.
Curious, the prince inquired, "What is it?"
"You. . .cursed!"
Amusement riddled the prince's usual scowl. "Yes, I believe I did. Now, mind answering my question?"
"But I don't have to tell you anything!" Goku said defensively.
Vegeta growled at this sudden change in his attitude. First, he was all friendly buddy buddy complaining about coarse language, now he was so indignant and defensive and so damn secretive. Why was he bothering anyway? This was just some outcast Saiyan who probably just lived out here to avoid shaming himself in public. Besides, this was wasting his time, and the prince never wasted a minute if it could be filled to train.
"Bah. I have no reason to be here." Vegeta muttered. And promptly blasted off without so much as a goodbye. Of course, he hardly knew Goku, so it didn't really matter.
As he watched the stranger fly away, Goku mused on what he should do. Someone found out where he lived; that was unsafe. And he could be someone important; he might even report this to the king! But why report something as small as finding some outcast Saiyan living alone? No, he was probably safe from the Royals, but not from that one stranger. Perhaps he should find another place to dwell. But his promise. . .
*flashback*
An unidentified, yet familiar voice spoke harshly but without malice. "While here, avoid contact with anyone. If you do meet someone, go by Goku and never reveal my or your true name. You must stay here, Kakarott. Promise me."
A small, frightened voice of a young Goku/Kakarott responded softly. "I promise."
*End flashback*
'Maybe, if that guy comes back, I can convince him I'm not worth his time. I probably won't have to, he seemed to think that as he left.'
And yet, for some odd reason, Goku didn't *want* to never see the other Saiyan again. It had been so long. . .so long since he had true company. And meeting someone else, talking to someone other than himself, awoke his inner need to socialize. To be with someone else. A sudden feeling of loneliness loomed gloomily over the normally cheerful young man.
And that odd moment. . .when their hands had touched. What was that odd feeling?
'Maybe he'll come back. And I'll tell him to go away.' But deep in his mind, Goku knew he would do no such thing. Despite that distant promise he had made, to stay, to be alone- although, Goku figured that whoever made him promise hadn't meant him to be *lonely*- it wasn't fair to live his life simply because of some gut feeling or memory he could hardly remember.
As Goku hunted for food, the reason in the first place he came out for fresh air, he could not get out of his mind the image of the man who called himself Trunks. Goku wasn't a fool; he too, could tell the other was lying about his identity. But Trunks he would be, and it was only fair since Goku wasn't revealing who he was either. And he couldn't wait to meet him again. *If* he came again.
Scavenging for anything edible, the young Saiyan subconsciously whispered to himself. "Come back. Please."
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Not too exciting, but I promise it'll get more interesting soon. Review please, tell me what you think!
