An: Ok, I'm on a roll here. I'm already down to my 4th chapter! ^_^
Warnings: A lil violence, language, saiyan bashing. Over all, I'd rate it a simple PG-13.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ don't sue me.
All the saiyans lined up in a single file line outside the perilous prison. A few grumbles were heard in the ranks but were quickly silenced when the purpled-skinned warden walked out onto the courtyard. Clearing his throat noticeably, the saiyans clicked their heels together military fashion and turned their noses up as Ginyu strolled leisurely past. Goku, seeing the rest of the saiyans perform, followed in suit in an attempt to fit in.
Ginyu growled deep in his throat and a trademark sinister smirk crept up upon his chapped lips. "Good mornin' boys. Ready for another day of action packed....fun?" Ginyu rolled his tongue across his sharp canines and stopped his walk to stand right directly in front of a random Saiyan by name of Onionousu.
"Onion-head." the wicked warden snarled. "Front and center!" Onionousu scurried up to stand a few inches from Ginyu, his firm features wavering just barely. The purple-skinned alien smirked and began circling Onionousu like a starved wolf. "Well, today boys. We're gonna be playing a NEW game."
Onionousu gulped but continued to stare straight away in the distance. Goku watched with intent dedication. If he was going to spend the rest of his life in this place, might as well learn the ropes as quickly as possible.
"Now, saiyans. You might've heard of this game....you may not have...but it's a little game I like to call...Dodge Ball."
What was it with this man pronouncing every last word he said as wickedly and coldly as possible? Ginyu spun around on his heels and called out to one of his companions who was standing by a giant crate. "Recoome, throw me a dodge ball so I can demonstrate the game." Recoome nodded and smiled a crooked, toothless grin as he pulled out a pumpkin-sized silver ball and threw it effortlessly to Ginyu who caught it with ease. It was almost as big as his head.
Holding the solid sphere up for all to see, Ginyu cleared his throat gruffly before explaining. "Now this here monkeys, is a dodge ball. You all will be divided into two teams; the predators and the prey. Now, for the rules. This ball in my hand will be used by the predators. Their job is to hit the prey with these babies." He moved his eyes to the large, blunt, round object in his palm to indicate what he was talking about. "Now, if you're the prey, and you get tagged, like this--" in a flash, Ginyu slammed the ball across Onionousu's skull creating a large cracking sound, "your out. Out of the game and...possibly out permanently," he chuckled nastily. Last person remaining is the champ." The crowd of saiyans stared at the sprawled, twitching body of Onionousu. "Take him to the nurse, get this monkey cleaned up! Now!" Ginyu barked.
Two nearby saiyans quickly rushed to the fallen warrior's aid, throwing an arm across the either's shoulder.
Goku cringed in mental pain as he saw the face of the stricken man. Blood dripped from his eyes, nose and mouth and there was a visible dent in the side of his head where pieces of bone and tissue swirled together in a mixture of blood. //Oh god, how could they do that to him?//
Feeling Goku's fear, Brolli looked down at his smaller companion and took his hand in reassurance. Glancing up curiously at the larger man, Goku gave Brolli a puzzled look but Brolli only smiled. And oh how comforting that smile looked. It seemed to say to Goku "Do not worry little one, I shall protect you." And that was exactly what Brolli was going to do.
"Alrighty then, all even numbers, step forward!" Goku gulped loudly. He looked on the metal wrist band to see is number end in a two. //Oh, great. That's me.// Goku unwillingly stepped out to the front along with the rest of the hundred's of men who supposedly had even codes as well. But surprisingly, Brolli, the massive saiyan who stood silently next to Goku, stepped out to stand protective at the smaller man's side, though his number was an odd. A few stray grumbles were heard throughout the crowd but either of the saiyans didn't pay any mind. Instead they watched as Ginyu slowly trailed past each of the saiyans who supposedly had even numbers. Stopping directly in front of Goku, the violet warden bared his sharp fangs and leered at the boy. But Brolli, who was slightly taller than Ginyu himself stepped in front of the intimidating warrior giving him a warning glare that shouted 'back off!'
Ginyu looked up at the buff-chested who was only a few inches taller than he. Then, turning his burning stare back to Goku he grumbled through his teeth, "I got my eyes on you, pretty boy."
"Hn!" Brolli warned deep in his throat. Ginyu took the hint and moved on down the line. After Ginyu was too far away to notice, Goku let out a relieving sigh, his shoulders slumped in defeat. But his heart skipped a beat as a soft, large warm hand smoothed itself over his shoulder gently. "No be scared, Goku." the mammoth man spoke slowly and pronounced his words carefully. "We...will win." Goku felt himself grow dizzy with delight as Brolli's warm breath and soothing words caressed his neck. Warm fingers entwined together and the whole world seemed to stand still.
That is until the warden's scratchy voice pierced the tranquil atmosphere. "PLAY BALL!" and saiyans scattered everywhere. The game was on.
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It was already halfway into the game and many of the saiyans who were prey were already out. Bodies lined the smooth gray pavement and splotches of blood painted the battle field while the Ginyu members sat on the side lines sipping drinks. "Man, nothin hits the spot like a good shot and the sight of saiyans creamin' the living daylights out of each other." The other gruff men laughed at the captain's boast in agreement.
Goku huffed in exhaustion with his hands braced on his knees. He had forgotten how long it had been since he had started playing this hellish game and only prayed that it would end soon. So far he had done well against the outer ring of waiting predators and the solid metal spheres. Looking to his immediate left he saw his cell mate, Brolli, panting heavily himself. But of course someone like him could survive easily under these conditions. There were only a few more saiyans left standing in the center of the court and the red sun had begun to set in the north turning the gray clouds a shade of orange and brown.
This game was far more difficult than it looked. For one, there more predators than prey playing, having the ki dampening rings on really made it difficult to dodge the heavy globes and the arena space given for the prey-classed saiyans to move was very dense and crowded....up until now.
Now he, Brolli and four other saiyans were left standing defenseless in the middle of thousands of others, each one with a malicious grin on their face and a silver ball in their palm. Suddenly the tension broke as one of the predatory saiyans fired at an unsuspecting saiyan knocking him unconscious and the game began once more. Goku and Brolli ducked and avoided each orb seeming like it was nothing, but in reality, the two were having the most arduous of times. Weaving and swerving vigorously out the paths of each dodge ball, Goku and Brolli almost appeared as dancers.
"So, what do you think of today's game, captain?" the rumbling voice of Recoome asked. The captain scanned the cement field and turned his lip up in a sneer.
But something caught his eye at that minute. It was that same, familiar spiky haired man earlier...
Lurching forward and spewing his drink everywhere in a misty spray, the purple man nearly choked at the unfamiliar sight. //What the hell--!?!//
As Goku bobbed out of the way of an oncoming ball, an idea quickly popped into his nimble mind. Looking for a predator without ammunition, he dashed to stand in front of him and just as a stray globe was thrown at him, he moved out of the way just in time allowing the rock solid orb to smash right into the predator behind him. The three remaining prey looked at Goku confused for a moment but then quickly caught on to his idea. Evading the silvers globes skillfully the few prey began to take out the predators little by little.
Ginyu watched as the oblivious predators were knocked unconscious by each other. //Son of a bitch...he's turning the tables. Maybe he's smarter than I thought.// In a matter of minutes, the number of predators had dropped drastically and now there only stood seven predators and the three remaining prey.
//Heh...the three of us might actually win this game// Goku thought, but he considered it too soon for a stray ball knocked the other saiyan out of his wits. Now Goku and Brolli stood alone in the court of bodies. The few remaining predators considered their options. Looking at Brolli, then at Goku, they knew exactly who the next target would be.
After what seemed like hours, the predatory saiyans began barraging Goku madly. No one was stupid enough to attack the larger saiyan. Goku twisted and turned, bobbed and weaved, ducked and rolled doing anything he could to avoid getting hit all the while Brolli watched on in slight amazement at the smaller man's agility. Goku truly was beautiful, in each and every way. Goku jumped in front of two predators and allowed an oncoming sphere to collide right into the both of them just as he moved out of harm's way. Brolli, too decided to lend a helping hand, but instead of letting a sphere do the work, he dashed right up to a saiyan on the outer ring and delivered a smashing knee to the groin instantly putting him out of commission. Immediately, he turned on another and another until finally there were only two saiyans standing at all. Brolli and the young newcomer himself.
Burta tilted his head and ran a purple tongue over sharp canines. "Is he allowed to do that?"
"Why don't you tell him?" Jeice scoffed and pushed a pair of sunglass from the top of his head down to his nose. Burta sneered and turned toward his leader, who, at the moment, nearly had smoke billowing from his nostrils.
Ginyu could not believe his eyes. This guy hadn't been here one full day and he had practically dominated the fields, let alone taken control of Brolli. The purple captain gritted his teeth and stood up slowly. //I'll show you, punk.// He grinned maliciously and stalked quietly without notice over to a stray orb and picked it up. "Hey Saiyan~!" he shouted as the threw the silver ball with lightening speed.
Goku, caught off guard, stood still as a statue, too frightened to move. The young man closed his eyes waiting for the hard contact of the ball with his chest. But somehow, the hit never came and Goku opened his eyes to see none other than Brolli bent over in front him, clutching his stomach. "B-Brolli-san?" he started, but the long haired saiyan looked up at Goku with cheerful eyes.
"N-N...No worry, Goku..." he breathed heavily. "Brolli...ok..." carefully, he staggered upright and held the giant globe that had struck him. "You win," he smiled and picked Goku up putting him on his shoulder. Goku's worried look slowly changed to a pleasant smile and laughed as he was lifted onto the hefty man's shoulders.
The purple warden clenched his fist in frustration. //You might have won this time, pretty boy. But next time... I swear I'll have your head. // Roaring mightily, Ginyu glared daggers at the freshman, "Clean up! I need meds out here stat!" Guards surfaced from what seemed like thin air with stretchers and mini-mobile units. As the sun completely set across the horizon, miniature robots cleaned the strewn bodies off the court and shipped the ones that could still breathe to the regen tanks at the doctor's office.
Goku watched as the many saiyans were carted off towards the med, or the morgue depending on their status. As he wiped the sweat from his forehead, he e raised a brow. //Come to think of it, I didn't see Toma out here at all. I wonder where he went.// Hooting in surprise, Goku was pulled from his perch atop Brolli's shoulder and swept back down on the ground. Goku cheered. "Hey, we won!" Goku clung to Brolli triumphantly causing the taller saiyan to hiss in pain. Goku backed up. "Oh, sorry. Hey, we should take you to the meds just to make sure you're okay."
Brolli frowned a bit. "No, Goku--" However Goku wasn't up for argument about his cell mate's health. Taking him by the arm, Goku lead him down to the medical wing along with the rest of the stretchers and carriers. Turning the corner, the two entered with haste. Doctors skittered here and there seeing to as many patients as they could handle. Regen tanks were filled to the brim and glowed with the bright blue liquid. Some even had more than one saiyan inside due to such high numbers.
"Goku!" The doctor who had tended to Goku before trotted towards them. "I heard bout your guys survival out there in the game. Outstanding indeed."
"Hey! Good to see you again." Goku smiled as he took a step forward. A stretcher with an injured saiyan rushed by in a flurry.
The doctor scratched his chin and looked at Goku appreciatively. "So what can I help you boys with?"
Goku nodded his head in Brolli's direction. "My friend here got pelted in the stomach with one of those dodge balls. If it's not too much trouble, I was wondering if you could check him out and make sure he's ok. He says he's fine but I think he could be internally damaged."
He lifted Brolli's shirt briefly to inspect his torso. It had become a brilliant violet and the skin was slightly swollen. Other than that, his abdominal area appeared normal. The doctor poked at the sensitive bruise and Brolli snapped viciously while yanking his shirt back down.
Goku intervened before the big man could take off the doctor's head. "Hey, hey there. He didn't mean any harm. He's just trying to make sure you're ok." Rubbing a sweat-slicked palm on Brolli's back, Goku talked the larger saiyan down, and he also managed to tug the white shirt off entirely.
The doctor chuckled and shook his head. "Don't worry, I experience ill-temper worse than that all the time." Searching a nearby shelf, he withdrew a pale-blue container and handed it to Goku. "He's sustained something of a blow out there. He's good enough to walk and talk okay so there isn't any critical damage. Just rub a healthy amount of this on his stomach and it should get better within the hour. I've got a great deal of patients to deal with right now. Forgive me for the rush." The doctor smiled and trotted off into the recesses of the emergency wing. Brolli, who was sitting in a chair watched intently as Goku scooped a considerable quantity of the blue goo on two fingers. Hesitantly, he exposed his sore belly and allowed Goku to apply the cream.
The cool sensation from the gunk made Brolli shiver. In an instant, the pain was gone although the wide-spread bruise was still there. He sighed.
Goku's lips itched into a smile. "See?" he cooed, "it's not so bad anymore." Brolli closed his eyes and let Goku's warm hand massage his tender stomach, removing the burning pain and replacing it with a warm, tingling sensation. Without thinking, Brolli's own hand covered the one on his abdomen and began moving it along the areas that still stung a bit.
At first Goku all but trembled from the other hand, but something inside him slowly made him give in and permitted Brolli to guide his palm around. Goku was able to feel every contour, every dip and rise on Brolli's chest and belly. Hard, solid abs rolled under Goku's fingertips while his palm slid over and over the thin navel. Everything was smooth and tanned, perfectly sculpted. A noticeable 'ahem' from one of the doctors sparked them from the moment.
A taller, green-skinned fellow with pointy ears and antennae smirked. "As much as I enjoy peep shows, I'm afraid I have to ask you to take that somewhere else." His arms were folded tightly across a lab-coat-clad chest.
"Sorry bout that." Goku muttered. The two saiyans laughed uneasily and made their way out of the hospital wing.
~~TBC.....
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