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Indigo Spice
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By: Amalthea* aka Saiyajin Peach aka Hatti Lee*
Started: 5.9.2
Author's Notes: Not much to say... It's getting interesting now, isn't it? Hee hee. Well, enjoy this instant posting while you can. I don't normally do this.
Warnings: This fic is yaoi, which means it contains male/male intimacy. If you're uncomfortable with that or if you're just plain narrow-minded, I suggest you go elsewhere. Also, this fic is rated R for slight violence, language, and sexual content. If you're under age or uncomfortable with that, please go elsewhere.
Disclaimer: I don't own DragonBall Z or it's characters. I'm not making any money off of this. So, please don't sue me!!! It's not like you'd get much anyways.
Okay, if there's anyone left... One with the fic...
III
Finally, lunch had rolled around and everyone but Goku was sitting on the steps, including Maron and Rio Senshu.
"I don't see how she gets away with it." Bulma whispered, gesturing to Krillin's on/off girlfriend, who was apparently on at the moment, since she was sitting rather close to him, a hand on his knee. However, Bulma was referring to her clothes The aqua-haired girl was wearing nothing more than a combined green tube-top and miniskirt and matching high heels.
Chi-Chi, who was sitting between Bulma and Rio chuckled, "Maybe she sleeps with the principal." Both girls erupted into laughter. Chi-Chi couldn't have been in a better mood. Rio was more than interested in her, and taking on a flirtatious mood, she let a hand rest on the blonde-headed boy's knee.
"Hey, Goku! Held up in fourth period again?" Yamcha questioned through a smile, knowing full well that his friend was unable to keep out of trouble. All he got in reply, however, was a nod.
Goku quickly approached Chi-Chi, "I need ta talk to you." was all he said, waiting patiently for her to finish what she was eating and walk with him a ways away from everyone.
"What's this all about, Goku?" the raven-haired girl said, whose hair happened to be pulled into a high bun.
"I just wanna know what happened at that club" Goku said, his voice sounding no where near as in control as it had moments ago.
"Nothing. It was nothing. Why? You haven't told anyone have you?"
"No, well, I did tell Kril-"
"What?" Chi-Chi interrupted, slightly upset, "He's not going to tell anyone is he?"
"No, he's not I just wanna know what we're gonna do now? I mean, are we goin' out now?"
"Oh, Goku, I wish you could understand." Chi-Chi said, putting on a mask that spelled out sadness, faking that she was on the verge of tears.
Goku glanced up, eyeing the soccer captain, "I think I understand." He said, his voice returning to that cold, in control tone.
"Hey, where are you going?" Chi-Chi called, watching as he turned, walking at first, then jogging, and finally running full speed in the opposite direction. Shrugging the whole matter off, she returned to her seat along side her friends.
Krillin suddenly sprung to his feet, "What the Hell is he thinking?"
All eyes quickly went to Goku, who was now flying full speed away after jumping high into the air, "Kami, is he flying?" Rio questioned, rising to his feet as well.
"Something's not right What's bothering him?" Yamcha said, looking to the others.
"Something's not right, all right, the dude's flying!" Rio said, squinting when the orange clad "dude" was out of sight.
"Chi, what did you say to him?" Bulma said, looking to her friend with concern in her voice.
"He He asked if we were going out-" she began.
Krillin quickly approached her though, "Kami, Chi-Chi what the Hell's wrong with you? How could you have done this to Goku of all people?" he said, interrupting.
Chi-Chi didn't say a word, instead picking up her books and her bag, and leaving everyone to wonder in silence. Rio Senshu followed, however, still going on about how "the dude" had been flying.
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"Hey, Chi-Chi, wait up!" Bulma called, running to catch up with her friend. The bell had finally rung, setting them free.
"Huh? Oh, hi, Bul." Chi-Chi said, continuing to walk.
"I just wanted you to know that I think I know what's going on And I don't like it, but you are my best friend How can I stay mad at you?" Bulma said, smiling wide.
Chi-Chi smiled as well, her thoughts suddenly lost on her as a loud vehicle passed. Both her and Bulma looked up to see a black, old style motorcycle pass with a rather handsome fellow riding upon it.
"Hey, that's the same guy I saw outside the club Saturday" Bulma said, narrowing her eyes to see that he still had the same scowl on his face.
"He's pretty hot." Chi-Chi said as her bus pulled up.
"You!" Bulma said, punching her friend in the arm, both of them laughing, "Well, see you tomorrow?"
"Yup! Bye!" Chi-Chi said, climbing onto her bus, waving out the window as it pulled away.
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"Hey, Krillin, do you know what's going on with Goku?" Yamcha whispered, stepping over to his friend. They were in the boy's locker room now, getting dressed for after school practice.
Krillin looked up to see that Goku was quite a ways away, quickly removing his shoes and shirts. It seemed he'd forgotten his clothes, again.
"You know he and Chi-Chi Right?"
"Yeah." Yamcha said, speaking in a voice just above a whisper as he finished dressing.
"Well, she told him she-"
"Krillin, I don't really want everyone knowin'." Goku said, suddenly standing right beside them.
"Uh Sorry." Krillin said, pulling on his sneakers. Like all the other varsity boys, he was wearing a white muscle shirt and a pair of black shorts, both reading: Athletics Dept.
"Come on, guys! Five minutes!" the coach yelled, stepping out as quickly as he'd stepped in.
"What were you thinking at lunch today?" Yamcha said, hoping to change the subject, "Chi-Chi told Bulma that she'd convinced Rio not to say anything, but man, that was risky."
"Really, Goku, you're going to get yourself killed like that, especially if people figure it out." Krillin said in a hushed whisper.
Without saying a word, Goku nodded, then, turned and headed out the door.
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"Son, where the Hell are your clothes? How are you going to practice in pants?" the coach said, his brows meeting naturally.
Goku simply shrugged, he just didn't care anymore. What was the point of arguing with the guy anyway? He'd go away with a headache, nothing else.
"Ah, get in there. Maybe you can work your troubles off on the field."
Goku looked up at the man, slightly surprised. It was the smartest thing he'd heard in a while, and for it to be coming from the ill-tempered man was an utter shock. He was just going to have to work it off. Training.
Suddenly, he had a strong urge to train; train like he'd never trained before, however, soccer was going to have to do for now.
"What's coach thinking, he never let's anyone practice unless they're dressed out." Yamcha said, watching as Goku ran out onto the field in nothing but his orange gi pants, tied with a blue sash.
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Many goals later, they were all panting, sweating like farm animals, all except Goku that is. They'd been practicing for nearly an hour longer than usual, yet the coach refused to end it. He'd never seen such an outstanding game.
Goku's eyebrows furrowed together, slanting in concentration. They'd just switched teams and Rio Senshu was opposite him. The guy was just too perfect. Platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, muscular, popular No wonder Chi-Chi was all over him. Of course, why did he care? He didn't even like Chi-Chi like that. Something wasn't right though He hated this guy. He really hated him.
"What's wrong with Goku?" the coach asked, having blown the whistle to begin moments ago, "Has he finally had enough?"
Suddenly, Goku was running forward, the ball just before him, and with one swift kick, the ball was flying forward. It made contact with Rio's face with a slam, sending him flying at least ten feet back. Everyone's mouths were hanging open It wasn't possible.
"G Goku, what are you thinking?" Krillin asked, running up to his best friend.
"I dunno I have ta go." He said, turning on his heal and heading for the locker room.
"Er Right, that's enough for today. See you guys next Monday," the coach said, watching as the boys headed off for the locker room, "Hey, Brewer, give me a hand with Senshu."
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When they'd gotten to the locker room, they'd found that Goku had already left. Yamcha and Krillin ignored all the whispers and gossip as they got dressed. Luckily, none of that gossip suggested the truth That there fellow student was in fact an alien. Otherwise, they'd have a much bigger problem on their hands.
"Well, see you tomorrow!" Krillin called, taking off in his Capsule aircraft.
Yamcha, waved, pulling out of the parking lot in his white Capsule sports car.
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Goku leapt into the air, flying at top speed. He had to get away from them If he stayed a moment longer he might do something else he'd regret.
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Vejita wanted so desperately to look up, but the last thing the boy needed was more attention. His display at Whatever the Ningen's had been doing, was enough. Luckily, the fool hadn't used his entire strength, or he'd have killed the weak Ningen.
Now, he was following the airborne Saiyajin via his trusty motorcycle, but the boy was so much faster. It seemed he knew better than to go too fast though. Breaking the sound barrier or even coming close created thunder like sounds that would surely get him into more than enough trouble.
Finally reaching the end of the line, Vejita skidded to a stop, his back tire spinning to the side as he came to a halt. Taking a chance, he glanced up, watching as the boy flew out over the ocean. So, that's where he'd been coming from. Deciding on taking a much bigger chance, Vejita looked around to make sure no one was in sight. He then rose into the sky, floating high above the ocean-side city. With one simple thought, he was blasting forward, gaining rather quickly on his fellow Saiyajin.
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Goku stopped instantly, that power It was that same energy he'd been sensing. He remained still, watching as someone approached, flying, just as he'd been doing.
Finally, the man was before him, smirking as if he was so much better, knew so much more. His hair was spiked as well, however, a bit different, resembling a flame. Dark features, well-tanned skin, compact muscles, and he was short Almost petite, wearing a black muscle shirt, jeans, and boots.
"Who are you?" Goku questioned, forgetting his troubles, his head tilting slightly.
"Do I seem familiar?" Vejita asked, smirking at the look of utter confusion on the boy's face.
"Yeah, like me." Goku said quietly, nearly whispering.
"Yes, that's because we're the same."
"I I don't understand."
Vejita nearly growled in annoyance, "Don't you know what you are?"
"Well, my friends say I'm an alien, but I can't remember." Goku said, unconsciously rubbing the scar that remained on his head.
"What's your name?" Vejita questioned, narrowing his eyes in uncertainty.
"Son Goku. Why?"
Vejita's eyes widened. It wasn't a Saiyajin name. Perhaps he was wrong? No, not possible. The boy's strength, his scent It screamed Saiyajin. The name was a Ningen one though, but he had said that he didn't remember anything. Perhaps he'd been sent as a child due to an incompetent power level.
"Do you know where you were born?"
Goku tilted his head yet again, confused as to the reasoning behind such an odd question, "Yeah, well, I was found My grandpa found me It's near here, in tha forest."
"Right. Let's go. Not like this though, it's too dangerous." Vejita said, quickly turning and blasting off to where he'd come.
Goku followed quickly, copying the stranger's movements and landing right beside him. He watched as the man straddled a narrow motorcycle, momentary thoughts flashing through his mind.
"Well, get on." Vejita hissed, watching as the fool snapped out of some sort of reverie, quickly climbing on behind him.
Suddenly, they were touching for the first time. The boy's compact naked chest was pressed warmly against his back, lithe arms coming around to hold on securely around his thin waist. The contact was barely bearable. Shuddering, hoping the boy didn't notice, Vejita started up his bike, kicking off before picking up speed and merging from the busy street to an even busier highway.
It was so strange, their closeness How many years had it been since a person had touched him? It was something the proud Saiyajin never allowed.
Hours later they were there. A tiny brick home accessible from a narrow dirt road alone. Vejita looked around, the brush was high It would take forever to find the pod. Strong hands moved to his sides, holding firmly as the boy rose and proceeded to dismount the bike. Vejita was soon to follow, berating himself for wanting to run his hands over the places the boy's had been seconds ago.
After walking some ways, they came to an area overgrown in bamboo, "My grandpa said he found me just sittin' here cryin'. So, he picked me up and took me home." Goku said, smiling at distant memories.
Vejita smirked, this definitely helped. It didn't take long for him to find a somewhat large crater with a small space pod resting in the center, slightly overgrown with vegetation.
The two of them approached the foreign object. Vejita crouched down, wiping away dirt and moss to read a small inscription. Kakarotto: Saiyajin Third Class. That confirmed it.
"You're name is Kakarotto. You're from the planet Vejita, just like me. We're Saiyajin, a warrior race." Vejita said, somewhat amused at the look of concentration on the boy's face.
"So, I am an alien?"
"Of course, didn't you used to have a tail?" Vejita said through a snort, not sure as to how it was possible for the boy to think he wasn't an alien.
After quickly destroying the evidence of the boy's heritage with a simple energy blast, Vejita walked with him back to the small house.
"Yeah, but my friends removed it for good a long time ago. Did you used ta have a tale too?"
"Hn, hai, but like yours, mine was removed for good."
"Saiya-what, again?"
"Saiyajin!" Vejita hissed, resting a hand on his bike while the boy repeated the new word several times, rolling it around on his tongue.
"Are there more Saiyajin?" Goku asked, curious of his home planet.
"No, the planet was destroyed some time ago. I thought I was the only one left. I came here to live, never expecting to find another."
"Nn Ya know, I knew when you got here I could feel it." Goku said, stepping back over to the bike.
"Hai, Saiyajin have a sixth sense for such things." Vejita explained, swinging a leg over the bike, the boy following suit. Soon they were heading back to the city.
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"Is this were you're stayin'?" Goku asked upon entering the shabby little hotel room. The walls were beige, obviously having been white once with a rich brown carpet littered with old stains. Two twin beds filled most of the walking space along with two night tables. There was a small closet at one end of the room, clothes thrown about, the hangers being ignored. There was a narrow door leading to a small bathroom with an even smaller shower. The large window taking up most of the wall space left over from the entry door was left wide open, curtains made from the thinnest brown material billowing slightly in the breeze.
"Hn." Vejita answered simply, nodding as he stepped into his room.
"So, we're friends now?"
"Hn," Vejita said through a smirk, quickly giving the boy a look over, "We're the last of our kind, we should remain together. So, if I ever leave this place" he left it at that, assuming the boy would catch his drift.
It took Goku a while, but eventually he got it, "But My friends, I can't just leave 'em."
"Then you had better cool it with your strength. If people discover we're not from Earth, we'll have to leave this city and never come back."
Goku sighed heavily, suddenly remembering the turmoil within, "Right." He muttered.
"What's your problem anyway? You've made it thus far since the planetary wars, how?" Vejita said, his eyes narrowing in annoyance.
"I I dunno. I better go." Goku said, finding it more than difficult to talk about it with someone he'd just met. Still, it took a bit of an effort to leave the man's presence.
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Yamcha yawned exaggeratedly, pulling the covers up around him more snugly. There was a buzzing in the back of his mind and it took him quite a while to realize that it was his alarm clock. Slowly sitting up on the large, somewhat dilapidated couch, Yamcha stretched, calmly grabbing his clock and flinging it against the wall, causing it to break into many pieces. Several minutes later he was rising to his feet, digging through his closet for something clean to wear. Upon finishing getting dressed, he hurried out the door, heading for school.
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"Hey, what's up? Krillin, where's Goku?" Bulma said, jogging up to her friends just as the first bell rang.
"He came home kinda late last night, didn't say a word." Krillin said through a sigh as they all hurried into their first period class.
"Chi, we all know what happened, maybe you should tell him you're sorry." Yamcha said, taking a seat, glancing from Krillin to Chi-Chi, definitely sensing some kind of hostility.
"I didn't do anything!" she exclaimed, quieting her voice after receiving a few strange looks, "He didn't protest then, why is he complaining now?"
"I don't know. Maybe he's got a thing for you or something." Krillin suggest through yet another sigh.
"Hmph, it's a little late now." She muttered as the instructor stepped into the room.
"Well, let's get started Don't tell me, Goku's late again?" the teacher said, irritated.
"No, I'm here, I'm here." Goku said, stepping into the room, looking as if he'd just woke up.
"Fine, I'll let it pass this time, but only because your grades are suffering from all the time you've been spending in the office."
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Vejita fluffed his hair one last time with the large downy towel, tossing it to the floor when he was through, stepping out of the tiny, steamy bathroom and over to the small, door-less closet. Digging through several piles of clothes, he decided on a pair of black jeans and a white T-shirt. For some reason he had an urge to see his new found Friend, as hard it was to admit.
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Goku stood still for a moment, examining the happiness of all his friends as they talked and laughed. They were all seated on the front steps, enjoying the momentary freeness of lunchtime. He tried to stay calm, looking from couple to couple. Krillin and Maron, Bulma and Yamcha, and now, Chi-Chi and Rio.
He'd been told numerous times of his innocence and naivete, but the pounding of recent memories and words in his mind was almost too much. He slowly approached, prepared to get it all out in the open.
"Goku, hey, how are you?" Bulma said, sincerely concerned for friend.
All of their thoughts were interrupted; however, by a rather loud engine. Looking to the nearby parking lot, they all watched as a shiny black motorcycle pulled in.
"Hey, it's that guy." Both Chi-Chi and Bulma said, looking to one another as they spoke.
As the man approached, looking sleek and handsome, Goku stared in confusion, "Vejita? Why are you here?"
All eyes turned to Goku, "You know him?" Krillin asked, noticing several small similarities between the two.
"Kakarotto, these are the friends you spoke of?" Vejita asked, continuing after receiving a nod, "Hn, weak." He said through a smirk.
"How rude." Bulma spat, looking away.
The small group remained silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. Goku took this time to re-gather his thoughts.
"Chi-Chi, I really gotta talk to ya." He said calmly.
Vejita narrowed his eyes, feeling that slight pang of jealousy. Did Kakarotto have a thing for the girl? Well, obviously.
"There's nothing to talk about." The raven-haired girl said, copying her best friend's gesture, looking away.
Goku growled, stepping closer, "There is somethin' ta talk about That night, at tha club You said you loved me and I thought you meant it. Now that's all I can think about, and it's drivin' me crazy."
"Chi, you didn't tell me you loved Son-kun." Bulma said through a gasp.
"Kami, Goku, you can be so stupid!" with that Chi-Chi was leaving, Rio in tow, comforting her the best he knew how.
"I think you should just forget about her. She's been getting worse and worse." Yamcha said through a sigh. Within seconds, both Bulma and Krillin were agreeing.
"I don't get it What's going on?" Maron said, finally piping up after a momentary brain fart. Everyone just ignored her nonsense though, knowing full well she didn't know what she was talking about half of the time.
Vejita snorted, finally understanding, "Kakarotto, I think you should come with me."
"Look, who are you?" Krillin asked, growing irritated with this complete stranger's rude attitude.
Vejita denied the bald guy an answer, instead waiting patiently for his fellow Saiyajin to make up his mind.
"Right," Goku mumbled, looking from Vejita to his friends and then back again, "I'll see you guys later, okay?" he didn't wait for them to answer, quickly following Vejita to his bike. In seconds they were taking off, speeding towards the beach.
"This keeps getting more and more confusing!" Bulma said, rising to her feet as the bell rang.
"Yeah, I don't trust that guy. I mean, it's so unlike Goku to just skip school." Yamcha said, gathering the trash from their lunch and depositing it into the large outdoor, barrel-like trash can.
"Really, he seemed to be a lot older too" Bulma said, waiting for Krillin and Maron as they all headed for the side entrance.
"He sure was hot though!" Maron said, piping up again, her expression enough to topple all of them, feet in air.
"Maron!" Krillin whined, causing the rest of them to burst into laughter.
On to the next chapter...
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