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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: Lovely! Now, even though all these chapters are up all at once... Don't forget to review!!! The more praise I hear, the faster I write!!! Hee hee... Yes, I know, it's blackmail... AND I DON'T CARE! LoL Just kidding folks! Simmer down. ^_^
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.
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IV
Once they'd reached the beach, both Goku and Vejita stayed on the bike, their proximity some how comforting. Finally, Vejita pulled himself from the boy's hold, standing and looking out at the ocean.
"You're suffering from a body promise." He said simply, matter-of-factly.
"Body promise?" Goku questioned, looking up at Vejita's rather good looking profile.
"Hn, Saiyajin's souls are so much more complicated than other beings. Of course, they may seem simple All we ever really yearn for is battle and the occasional good meal, but emotionally We're all fucked up."
Goku stayed silent, considering every word, still unsure of what he felt.
"A body promise It's when you accept your own feelings or another's feelings and submit to it Physically." Vejita said through a sigh.
"I just wish I were smarter I shouldn't have done it. Heh, I'm even failin' school. I probably won't graduate."
Vejita growled lightly, annoyed with the mushy sentiments of his fellow warrior, "Who cares? You don't need that nonsense."
"I guess, but it's still botherin' me."
"You should stop going to that place, at least until you know what's going on in your head. A body promise isn't something easy to break."
"Kay, can I stay at your place?" Goku said, smiling at the idea of learning more about himself.
"Uh I, I guess."
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"Jita, how-" Goku began, staring through the darkness at his new friend, lying in the bed across from him.
Vejita interrupted, "Jita!?"
Goku chuckled, "How old are ya?"
"Hn, twenty-eight standard years."
"Wow, you don't look it. I'm just seventeen." Goku said, scratching his head, repositioning himself in the uncomfortable bed.
Vejita didn't voice it, but he was pleased by the compliment, whether the fool meant it to be one or not. Strangely enough, he liked the boy.
"When we found my"
"Space pod." Vejita said, filling in the blank.
"You said, 'Kakarotto: Saiyajin Third Class.' What's third class mean?" Goku asked curiously.
"The smaller the number, the stronger." Vejita answered simply.
"Oh, well, what's your class?"
"Elite."
"Elite?"
Vejita growled, growing annoyed, "Yes, elite. It's It's better than a one." He explained, reminding himself of the boy's innocence.
"Wow, you must be really strong then, huh?" Goku didn't give his friend time to answer, "How do they know who's what number?"
"Back on Planet Vejita, they had the technology to measure one's power at birth."
"Oh. How come tha planet's got the same name as you?"
"That's enough! Go to sleep! Baka."
Some time later, Goku was fast asleep and Vejita was pleased. The fool was intent on driving him mad with all the questions. Tomorrow would be different. His excitement would die down and the feelings that damned girl had admitted were going to remind him of his promise. What a fool! He should know better than to commit himself to someone he doesn't have the same feelings for.
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"It's third period and Son-kun still hasn't shown up," Bulma said, sighing, "I hope he's okay."
Chi-Chi sighed as well, "I know I wish he'd just get over it."
Bulma nodded in agreement. She and her best friend were the only seniors in the small photography class, and they were both bored out of their skulls. Normally Goku would be there, breaking cameras and opening the dark room door while it was in use, causing the teacher to yell and the students to laugh. Life was always interesting with the big dope around.
Bulma's smile faded as the seriousness of the situation sank in; they had to think of something.
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"Kakarotto, get up already, it's been daylight for hours!" Vejita snapped. It was the second morning he'd spent with the boy and a small bout of depression was causing him to want nothing more than lie around.
"Jita Lemme sleep a little longer." Goku moaned, groggy with sleep. He pulled his thin blanket up around his neck, gripping it tightly, knowing well that his new friend would be trying his best to jerk it away at any moment.
"You'd get over it faster if you'd just accept the fact that she doesn't love you, and you don't love her!" Vejita bellowed, grabbing hold of the end of the blanket, jerking roughly. It took several tries for him to finally get the blanket away from the boy. He inhaled quickly at the sight of a perfectly chiseled body clad in nothing more than a pair of plain white boxer shorts.
Goku slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes, "I I know she doesn't love me, and I know I don't love her"
"Then, what the Hell's the problem!?" Vejita voiced, not as loud as before, but still causing the boy to cover his ears. This didn't make since. The fool should have gotten over it by now.
"Just lemme sleep one more hour" Goku mumbled after a yawn, falling back onto his back.
"Hn, fine." Vejita snapped, turning to go outside, to get out of the room. However, he didn't make it far, a hand having grasped tightly onto his wrist.
"Stay?"
"Hn," Vejita couldn't help but smirk, stepping back and taking a seat beside his new friend, "What?"
"Can ya get me somethin' ta eat?" Goku pleaded, nearly whining.
"No, you lazy good-for-nothing Argh!" Vejita yelled, quickly rising to his feet and storming outdoors.
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"Goku Goku Is he absent again?" The instructor said, continuing on with the role call.
"Where is he?" Bulma said, leaning forward to speak to Krillin.
"I don't know. Meijin Roshi's not worried I really don't know."
"This is getting crazy though, how many days has it been?" Yamcha said, unfolding the note his girlfriend had shoved in his back pocket upon arriving at school. The paper smelled strong of her perfume and was littered with tiny little hand drawn pink hearts. His worries were forgotten as he began reading the detailed naughty fantasy.
"Three, right?" Bulma said, thinking on the question.
"Maybe he's at the dojo." Krillin said, scratching his head.
"You can't spend the night at the dojo." Chi-Chi said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, but it's still the first place to look." Bulma said, knowing full well that an upset Goku was usually training.
"Well, how about we all go after school?" Krillin suggested, a smile brightening up his face.
"I I don't know you guys." Chi-Chi said, taking down a few notes as the teacher droned on about some such artist or another.
"Come on, Chi You know how he is He'd love for us to all show up, happy and concerned You know?" Bulma explained, speaking quietly.
"Yeah, yeah I guess." Chi-Chi said, barely audible as she continued writing.
"Yamcha, is that another note?" the instructor asked rather sternly, noticing the blushing student in the back.
"Ah, no." Yamcha said, quickly sitting up and shoving the note in his pocket.
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"We should have taken two cars." Chi-Chi whined, squeezing against the door as much as possible to avoid skin to skin contact with Krillin. Yamcha's little two-seater barely held them all, but soon enough, they arrived. It was a tiny little place, transformed from the city's least popular bar to the city's least popular dojo.
"Sorry, kids, but he's not here. Last time I saw him was early this morning." Said a pudgy little man sitting behind a chipped wooden desk.
"Right, so where the Hell is he?" Yamcha said as they all stepped out of the dilapidated building.
"Hey, check it out Isn't that that guy's bike?" Chi-Chi said, pointing to the motorcycle parked before a run down little hotel.
"I think you're right." Bulma said, lifting a hand to her brow so that she could shade her eyes from the bright sun and get a better look.
"Well, come on!" Krillin said as they all piled back into the small hover car, taking no more than five minutes to get to their destination.
"Wow, this place is a dump." Bulma said to no one in particular, her expression taking on that of disgust as they all crammed into the tiny front office.
"Yes, I believe there is a boy staying with another fellow in room Room eight." Said an abnormally thin young man that looked far too old for his age, shaking a bit as he spoke as if he was in need of some drug, any drug.
"Okay, this is it you guys." Krillin said, letting his fist rain down on the door labeled "8," the number hanging sideways due to a missing screw.
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Vejita changed positions, starting up another set of one-handed pushups. It was yet another hot day, but he refused to leave the boy alone. He could've left the door open for some kind of breeze, but he didn't want anyone to see his insistent training. He was down to nothing more than a pair of loose-fitting black gi pants, secured with a white sash. Sweat dripped from his body as he grunted, feeling the slight burn in his muscles.
It didn't make sense. The fool should have been able to get over it in a day without seeing the girl, two at the tops, but he still lie in bed How long had it been anyway? Three days? It didn't make sense.
Vejita stopped instantly at the sound of a knock on the door. Had he ordered out? Glancing at the clock that hung crooked on the wall, he knew it was far too early for dinner. Without a second thought, he rose to his feet, stalking over to the door, pulling it open with more force than necessary.
He instantly recognized all of them; they were the boy's friends from that school, "What?" he growled in annoyance, spotting the girl. This wasn't going to help.
Krillin nearly jumped out of his skin, "Uh, hi We were looking for Goku"
Vejita narrowed his eyes, denying them an answer as he went to shut the door.
Bulma stepped forward, sticking her foot in the door, "Hello! Rude or anything?"
"Get your fucking foot out of the door." Vejita growled, tempted to just use his strength to smash the girl's fragile foot in the door, sandal and all.
"Hey, buddy, we know Goku's here. Just let us in." Yamcha said, keeping his distance.
It was obvious the little twerps weren't going to leave, "Fine." Vejita hissed, stepping back into his room, refusing to invite them in.
Krillin and Bulma, having the most courage, stepped in first, followed by Yamcha and Chi-Chi. At the sight of their friend all sweaty, lying in bed, they rushed over.
"Goku, are you alright?" Krillin asked urgently.
Goku slowly opened his eyes, sitting up with some effort, "Oh, hi, guys."
"Oh, hi, guys?" Bulma said, her eyebrows high, hands on hips, "Don't you know we've been worried sick about you?!"
Goku simply laughed it off, wiping the sweat from his brow, just then realizing the heat, "Man, Jita, why's it so hot in here?"
"Baka." Was all the intimidating man said, standing back. There were far too many people in his room, his private space, and it was more than irritating.
"Are you sick?" Yamcha asked, curious.
"Sorta, I'm tryin' ta get over What did you call it, Jita?"
"A body promise." Vejita growled, eyeing the dark-headed girl.
"What?" asked all four friends at once, their expressions that of confusion and disbelief.
Thirty minutes later Vejita was outside, leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette.
Goku sighed, having just finished explaining everything he'd learned in the past five days.
"What What kind of alien did you say you were?" Yamcha said, trying his best to control his voice.
"Saiya-somethin'." Goku said, feeling tired and bored. He still felt sad, lonely, stressed. He just wished the foreign feelings would leave him be.
Vejita growled, hearing every word in the room, "Saiyajin." He barked.
Goku half-smiled, "That's right, Saiyajin."
"S Saiyajin," Yamcha repeated, giving up on his shaky, surprised voice.
"Goku, there's no way you're a Saiyajin. Haven't you heard of them before?" Bulma said in disbelief, not giving her friend a chance to answer, "They were the once who started all the planetary wars that happened Remember? Earth's not the only planet that had to deal with invasion."
"Yeah, they're killers, murderers There's no way you're Saiyajin." Krillin said, folding his arms over his chest.
"Nonsense! Kakarotto's as Saiyajin as I am." Vejita said, stepping back into the room, cigarette in hand.
"And how do you know?" Bulma said, knowing there was no positive proof unless the rude guy had taken a blood sample and checked his DNA.
Vejita growled, "I just know! Besides, we found his space pod. Where his"
"Grandpa." Goku said, filling in the blank.
"Found him." Vejita finished, glad he hadn't been forced to use the strange Ningen word.
"Space pod That That could have come from anywhere" Krillin said, stretching it.
"It had Saiyajin writing on it," Goku said, "Sorry, guys, but it's true." Silence fell on the group, everyone finding something interesting to stare at The floor, the walls, etc.
"So, you're saying the reason you're all sick and depressed is all my fault?" Chi-Chi said, practically exploding.
She didn't get an answer though. There was no nice way to admit the truth.
"There must be something more, it's taking far longer than normal." Vejita said, accidentally voicing his thoughts.
"Look, don't worry you guys I'll be okay. I'm just gonna stay here a while 'til I'm better. Kay?" Goku said, sitting up straighter, forcing a smile.
"Yeah, okay." Yamcha said, he and Chi-Chi turning for the door.
"See you soon?" Krillin said, waiting for a nod from his best friend before turning for the door as well.
"Bye." Bulma said, giving a quick little wave before stepping out of the room, closing the door behind her.
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Krillin pulled a Capsule from his pocket, his aircraft appearing seconds later, "Well, I guess I better get home. See you guys tomorrow." He said, taking off after they'd said their good byes.
"I can't believe all of this." Yamcha said to himself as he headed for Chi-Chi's house, turning off the highway onto a quiet street.
"Would you have slept with him if you'd known all this before?" Bulma said, looking to her best friend.
"No way Saiyajin? That's plain disgusting. I heard they're more like animals than Humans, you know, instincts first." Chi-Chi said, shaking her head slightly. It was all too much to compute.
"No, I meant that you'd make him so sick." Bulma said in a low, annoyed tone.
"That's crap, I didn't make him sick!" Chi-Chi exclaimed, struggling with the door as they pulled into her driveway. Finally, she got the door open and slammed it as soon as she'd climbed out.
"Hey, watch it! I just got this car!" Yamcha said, leaning forward to get a better look, searching for any kind of damage.
"There's no reason to get so upset. I was just asking you a question." Bulma said calmly.
"I'm not upset. I just wish everyone would quite blaming me for that idiot's problems!" Chi-Chi replied, starting off calm and ending it yelling. She didn't give them time to argue, turning on her heel and hurrying inside.
"Bitch." Bulma said in annoyance, transforming the normally one syllable word into two.
"Hey, don't worry. She's just upset. I don't think she can face the fact that it's her fault." Yamcha said as he headed for his girlfriend's home.
Bulma sighed, agreeing.
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"Ya said it had ta be somethin' more" Goku said, his gaze locked on his hands.
Vejita stepped out of the bathroom having just finished changing for bed, "What is it?"
"With Chi-Chi It was tha first time I'd done anything like that."
Vejita simply stared at the boy, admiring the light blush on his cheeks. Of course, no wonder it was so strong. Then, there was a sudden jolt of anger, and he didn't understand it. Vejita simply nodded to the boy in reply, finding his usual inner turmoil doubled, making it harder to speak without sounding like an idiot.
Without words, the lights were cut off, and the two Saiyajin were soon fast asleep.
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"This is making me crazy! So what if he's a super evil alien, he's not the type to just abandon his friends!" Bulma said, exploding at the dinner table before her parents and her guest, Yamcha.
"Bul, maybe you should keep it down." Yamcha said, knowing full well that the girl's voice carried.
"Oh shut up." She muttered, glancing at the three before her: her mother, her father, and her boyfriend. Surely, they all thought she was mad. Well, of course she was mad But not mad as in, mental case.
"I" she began, "I'm just worried about him. I don't understand why he'd prefer to stay there rather than going home with Krillin or even us." She said, looking to Yamcha.
"You know how he is The guy looked really buff, no doubt he's looking forward to sparring with him." Yamcha said, reminding the girl whom they were talking about.
Bulma sighed, feeling better instantly, "That's true." The corners of her mouth lifting into a slight smile, she looked to her boyfriend, glad she'd invited him.
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The weekend was upon them Saturday having passed, it was Sunday and it was hot. The weather man had said it was a record high of 99ยบ F. Goku was lying on his back at noon, looking up at the stained ceiling, stains from the leaky roof, stains from the rain season. Kami, he loved it when it rained. This heat just wasn't his style. He was feeling better though, much better. Vejita had told him that he was well, that he could leave when he liked, but he didn't leave. He didn't want to. This person, Vejita, this Saiyajin He was the only other being anywhere that understood him. No, he didn't want to leave.
"Baka, what are you doing?" Vejita asked in confused annoyance. The boy had been lying there since morning, doing nothing more than sweating, filling the room with his oh so fabulous scent.
"You stink like Hell." Vejita muttered, standing in the doorway, having just returned from the corner store, a bag full of groceries in each hand.
"Nn, smells wonderful."
Vejita's eyes widened, "Nani?"
"The food I'm starving." Goku said, sitting up, wondering how on earth he'd ever forgotten food.
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"I've known a great many Saiyajin, but I've never met another that could eat near as much as you." Vejita said, a slight teasing in his tone.
Goku looked up with a closed-lipped smile, his cheeks filled with the delicious beef and rice.
Vejita shook his head, a slight smile finding it's way to the corners of his mouth. Looking down at his nearly empty bowl, he let his thoughts go back to the conversation he'd had with the clerk at the corner store.
Goku sat back, his stomach bulging slightly he was so full. That's when he noticed his friend's expression
"What's tha matter?"
"Hn? Oh, just something I heard." Vejita muttered, rising from his seat, collecting the disposable plates and chopsticks, throwing them in the trash. He looked around, somewhat disappointed with the far too easy cleanup. Now there was nothing to occupy himself with rather than answer the boy's questions.
Goku noticed this, and decided to leave it for later. His fellow Saiyajin was easier to talk to at night anyway.
"Let's train." Goku said, sitting up and retying the sash around his waist.
Vejita nearly smiled again, it was exactly what he wanted to hear, "Too bad there's only that damned dojo. It's been a while since I've really stretched my muscles."
Goku stood, grinning, "Right, let's go to my house It's on an island. No one else is there for sure!"
Vejita glanced out the window Clouds seemed to be gathering, causing the sky to haze with a slight darkness that was inappropriate for the time.
The two warriors stepped outside not bother with the lock as they started their short walk to the shore.
"I hope it rains." Goku said under his breath, letting the humidity soak into his skin.
Looking around for any spectators, the two jumped into the air. Once high enough not to be noticed, they blasted off, careful not to go too fast.
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