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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: And now all of you will figure out why the title of this fic is Indigo Spice... Aww... It's SO kawaii!!!!!!!!! ^_^
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...
VI
Vejita sat back in the large recliner, ignoring the weather reports that blared throughout the house from the not too small TV. He checked his Then realized he didn't have any pockets. So, he checked his gloves and boots, knowing he often stuffed things into the hidden pockets of the often-bleached material. Finally, he thought he'd found what he was looking for in his left boot. By now he'd gained the attention of a few occupants of the room, and they were all surprised when he pulled out a joint rather than a cigarette.
Goku chose that moment to come down the stairs, wearing nothing more than a pair of light blue, cotton boxers and a somewhat snug-fitting white, cotton muscle shirt, "What you guys doin'? What's tha weather say?"
"Rain." Roshi said, slurping from his beer.
Goku chuckled, plopping down on the couch, the seat nearest to Vejita, the one left purposely open in attempt to avoid the strange new member to their group.
"Anyone got a light?" Vejita asked, hoping to lighten the mood, then reminding himself that he didn't care what they thought of him.
"Light?" Goku asked, looking from the ceiling's lone bulb to several of the surrounding lamps, quite sure they were all burning.
Vejita reached an arm out, catching the boy's attention and then holding up the joint, "A light." He said, wondering curiously if the fool would get it.
"Oh, no, no one smokes here," Goku said, shrugging, "Why dontcha use your ki?"
Vejita remained still for a moment, rolling the thought over and over in his head.
"Here." Goku said, leaning over the armrest, reaching forward and concentrating on the tiny flame within. It didn't take long for him to produce a light blue glowing energy around his index finger.
Vejita pressed the rolled paper end of his joint against the boy's finger, disappointed when nothing happened, "Guess it got a little damp from the rain."
Roshi slurped at his beer again as he changed channels, searching for aerobics, "Why don't you use the stove?" he said without looking away from the TV, having found what he was looking for.
"Ah, good idea." Goku exclaimed, taking the strange little cigarette from his friend, heading for the kitchen.
He returned quickly, having successfully fulfilled his mission, "Here ya go." He said, handing the joint back to Vejita.
Smirking, Vejita held the tightly rolled, somewhat large joint to his lips, inhaling, and holding the smoke in his lungs.
"You know that's bad for you, right?" Bulma said in a very annoyed tone. Perhaps Roshi didn't care, too involved in watching voluptuous women stretch, Maron oblivious, nearly asleep on the other end of the couch, Chi-Chi and Rio lost in a private conversation on the loveseat, but she cared, and it seemed Krillin and Yamcha did too. They were staring right along with her.
"Hn, but it doesn't affect me like it does you weak humans."
"Then why smoke it?" Yamcha asked, attitude in his voice as well as in his expression.
"I mean, it doesn't cause me illness What is it called? Cancer. My lungs are stronger than that." Vejita explained, exhaling, blowing the smoke in their direction, knowing it wouldn't make it, but hoped they'd stop questioning.
"Why smoke it at all?" Goku asked, his head tilted slightly in curiosity.
"Well, it's calming," Vejita said, knowing the boy wasn't satisfied by the look on his face, "You know how good it feels to relax all your muscles after training? Well, your mind gets no rest after thinking out strategies and contemplating your opponents moves This relaxes your mind. Know what I mean?"
Goku was completely amazed, "Yes! Takes me hours to calm down after trainin' or sparrin'."
Vejita smirked, "Want to try it?"
Goku nodded furiously, reaching for the supposed miracle drug.
"Goku! Do you know what you're doing?" Krillin said, interrupting.
"Really! Do you even pay attention when we have anti-drug demonstrations at school?" Bulma screeched.
"Huh? But didn't you hear? Jita said it doesn't bother him, so, it won't bother me either." Goku said simply, turning his attention back to the task at hand. He took what seemed to be nothing more than a tissue rolled up, burning slowly and held it as he'd seen Vejita doing.
"Just inhale and hold." Vejita said, sitting back, letting his eyes slide shut as his mind slowed and it became so much easier to think.
Goku pressed his lips on the joint, sucking in, quickly realizing that he'd done so too strongly. He coughed lightly, clearing his throat before making a second attempt. This time he sucked in lighter, feeling the smoke slowly filling his lungs. He did as instructed, holding the joint out for Vejita to take back, but still held his breath.
"I can't believe this. Rain or no rain. I'm leaving. Krillin, give us a ride home?" Bulma said, highly upset, quickly making the decision for both her and Yamcha.
"Well, I don't want to make a bunch of trips. Is everyone ready to go?" Krillin asked, gaining everyone's attention.
"Yeah, I guess so." Chi-Chi said, looking questioningly to Rio, who quickly nodded.
"Okay, lets go then," Bulma said, "See ya in school, Goku."
"Kay." Goku answered, exhaling at the same time, unaware of the extent of her anger. A few of the others said their good byes before they all exited the large house, hurrying out the door and through the rain to the aircraft Krillin had just un-capsuled.
"When should we get back?" Vejita said once the room had emptied.
"Let's stay here, I feel too weird to fly And I need ta go ta school tomorrow" Goku said, speaking through groggy sleepiness.
"Hn, why not?" Vejita said through a shrug, more a statement than a question, pinching out the joint, stuffing the unused half back in his boot.
"S'go upstairs. Night, Roshi." Goku mumbled, rising to his feet and stumbling to the stairs, Vejita in tow.
"Night." Roshi called once they were half way up the stairs, too engrossed in the aerobics program to look away.
"This is your room?" Vejita asked, stepping into the large sparsely decorated bedroom, quickly noticing that there was a double size bed on one side and a futon mattress lying on the floor on the other side. He instantly knew that this room was shared, the side with the bed was littered with little trinkets and books and other odd possessions. The side with nothing more than a futon mattress, didn't even have a dresser, only a short-legged night table with navy wristbands and papers littering its surface. The small closet was filled with modern clothes, slacks, jeans, and T-shirts. It was obvious Kakarotto didn't use the closet, his clothing, mostly orange, all lying on the floor near the futon.
"Nn Me and Krillin's." Goku said, plopping down on the gray mattress, barely three inches thick.
"I'm guessing this is your side of the room." Vejita muttered, making sure to keep out of the bald guy's space. Before he had a chance to ask for something to sleep in, the fool was asleep, limbs outstretched, snoring lightly. He stepped over to the clothes pile, digging through it to find that he was digging through filthy laundry. He quickly located the clean clothes and selected a pair of white boxers and a gray T-shirt that had Athletics Dept. printed across the front in black, blocky letters.
He managed to find space on the futon to lie down, but had to keep to the edge, curled up in a fetal position, careful not to make contact with the boy.
Minutes later, when the proud Saiyajin was on the verge of sleep, he felt Kakarotto turn and snuggle up against his back, whispering, "You smell Nn Like a candle."
Vejita's eyes went wide. He knew well enough that Saiyajin had strong scents, each a little different, but never in his life would he have thought that he smelled like a Like a damn candle! His thoughts clouded for a moment, sleep urging him to close his eyes, and as soon as he did, he was asleep.
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Krillin yawned as he stepped through the threshold of his home. He'd had to listen to Bulma and Yamcha the whole way, complaining about Goku's new friend. Maron as usual, was in another world, along with Chi-Chi and Rio, whose world revolved around each other. Still, Krillin got the feel that Mr. Soccer Captain wasn't as dumb as he looked.
Shrugging it off, Krillin took in his surroundings. Meijin Roshi was passed on the couch, the TV still blaring. Feeling obliged to, Krillin turned off the TV as well as the lights before making his way upstairs. Stepping into the large room he and Goku shared, he was more than shocked at what he saw. Vejita and Goku were sleeping the same bed, seeming to be snuggled together.
Quickly calming, Krillin reminded himself that it hadn't been so long ago when he and his best friend had shared a bed, and he knew well that Goku's sleeping habits were as bad as his manners. Besides, the newfound Saiyajin was far too innocent for For Krillin's first impression upon entering the room. Without giving it another thought, he stripped down to his boxers and got into his own bed, pretending the fellow they'd (he, Bulma, and Yamcha) all decided was foe rather than friend wasn't there.
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The harsh sound of an alarm clock brought Vejita out of the land of dreams. Slowly opening his eyes, he was aware of the warmth at his back and was reminded of Kakarotto's proximity. As he sat up, he watched as the bald guy in the bed across the room pulled his covers up over his ears, trying his best to ignore the horrible sound.
Suddenly, Kakarotto was moving, rising to his feet, almost as if he were sleep walking. Without saying a word he lifted the small clock from the bald guy's dresser and flung it out the window, causing it to go sailing into the ocean, it's cord in tow, having been yanked from the wall socket. He then proceeded to return to his still warm place in bed.
Vejita let his eyes fall shut at the feel of the returning warmth. How strange it was that he was allowing this The contact was just so strangely pleasant.
Krillin sat up, curious as to why the room was silent. Goku never got the alarm. Upon seeing that it was missing and that Goku was back in bed, he narrowed his eyes.
"Goku, that's the fifth one!" he yelled in annoyance, throwing the covers back.
"Nn I'll getcha 'nother one." Goku mumbled, burying his face against the warm, muscular back of his new friend, pulling the covers over his head.
Shaking his head, Krillin stepped out of the room, heading for the bathroom for a quick shower to perhaps wake him up better and get him out of his foul mood.
As soon as they were alone, Vejita sat up, remembering that there was something he was curious to know, "Last night You said I smelled like a candle." He narrowed his eyes, watching every movement the boy made, knowing that it was going to take a while for him to respond.
"Huh?" Goku said, more a sound than a word as he stretched, the covers pulling off of him and his snug muscle shirt scooting up slightly, the pale skin of his sculpted abs revealed.
Vejita didn't repeat himself, too in awe of the gradual process of the boy's awakening. Instead he stood, stepping over to his clothes from the day before. However, upon smelling them, he decided against changing back into them. Sweat, dirt, blood, and seawater all mingling into an awful stink.
Krillin stepped back into the room, his head glistening from his record speed shower, "Goku We got to be at school in fifteen minutes! What are you still doing in bed?" he said in a rush, annoyance more than hinting in his voice.
"I'm up, I'm up." Goku groaned, sitting up and scratching his head with both hands, messing his hair even more.
Vejita watched and followed as the boy slowly rose and stepped out of the room, heading downstairs.
"Mornin', Goku, Vejita." Roshi said, sipping at a large mug of slightly warm beer.
Goku approached the kitchen table, scanning its surface for anything edible. Finding nothing, he went to the fridge, digging through various leftovers.
Vejita took a seat opposite the old man and watched as Kakarotto returned, letting an armful of various food spill onto the tabletop.
Soon, they were both digging through the mess, eating whatever looked good, "Mm, I was so hungry." Goku said through a mouthful.
"I don't see how. You just woke up." Roshi said, shaking his head at the sight of the two Saiyajin downing the cold leftovers, barely removing them from Tupperware and plastic wrap.
Soon, Krillin was rushing downstairs, wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a red T-shirt, "Goku, you're not even dressed. We have to be there in five minutes. If we leave now we can make it." He said in a rush, his eyes wide.
"Nn, I'm done, I'll get dressed and be there. You go ahead." Goku said, rising from his seat, reaching up under his shirt to scratch his chest. Vejita watched this carefully, unnoticeably.
Krillin sighed exasperatedly as he headed out the door, capsule in hand, "Fine, but don't be late, and don't get caught flying."
Goku didn't even bother answering, yawning as he made his way upstairs, Vejita in tow. The elder of the two waited until they were in the bedroom before speaking, "You never answered me."
"Hn? What?" Goku asked, removing his boxers before pulling on a pair of orange gi pants.
"Last night you said I smelled like a candle." Vejita said, watching as the boy pulled off his muscle shirt, replacing it with his usual orange gi top, leaving off his navy, weighted one, then proceeding to tie both his pants and his shirt in place with a navy sash around his waist.
"Nn Yeah, ya do."
Vejita narrowed his eyes, noticing the fact that the boy seemed to say it as if he was in pure bliss, "What the Hell does that mean?"
"What do ya mean?" Goku asked, his head tilted slightly in confusion.
"I mean, why is it that in all my life I've never been told I smell like a fucking candle, like some kind of womanly thing?" Vejita growled.
"Well, what did anyone else say ya smell like?"
Vejita stopped in his ranting, realizing that no one had ever said, let alone smelled him, that he knew of.
"See Ya do smell like one." Goku said through a grin, reminding himself that he was going to have to ask Bulma the name of that scent.
Vejita relaxed, "You're going to be late." He said, changing the subject.
As if zapped from his thoughts, Goku began searching for his shoes, finding them fairly quick and pulling on the pair of black slide ons rather than his boots.
"I don't see why you're going."
Goku stood, smiling to his now closest friend, companion, "Ya know it's important to me."
Vejita cracked a smile, nodding, watching as the boy stepped over to the window and proceeded to climb out, waving goodbye before blasting off. Vejita waited a few moments, glancing about the room and taking in the boy's lifestyle before climbing out the window and blasting off as well. He needed to get to the dank little hotel and check on his bike. Maybe he'd get some training in.
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Bulma sighed, picking at her nails as she waited for class to begin. Of course, she was dressed stylishly, wearing a tight little pastel green dress with a pair of matching stiletto ankle boots. Yamcha was dressed in a pair of khakis and a white button up shirt over a white muscle shirt, looking rather sexy and sleek. They were passing notes as usual, letting their hands do the communicating rather than their mouths, even though they were seated right beside one another. Bulma had always believed that whatever you wanted to say was easier said on paper rather than on air. It was just that much more solid, believable. She was never one to believe in things she couldn't see anyway.
"You guys are just going to get in trouble." Chi-Chi warned, getting out her textbook and notes, prepared for a day of learning. She was dressed in a pair of skintight, knit, black capri pants and a simple pastel pink button up blouse with matching heels.
As Yamcha passed the note to his girlfriend, both of them ignoring Chi-Chi's comment, he looked up, "Hey, Krillin. Nice to see you made it."
"Yeah," Krillin agreed hurrying to his desk as the bell rang, "Barely."
"What about Goku?" Bulma said calmly, nearly inaudible.
"Don't worry, he's coming. Just late, that's all." Krillin said, sitting back in his chair. Just as he finished speaking, Goku barged into the room.
"Ah, Goku, nice to see you're back," the instructor said in a sarcastic tone, "Do you have an absentee slip for me to sign?"
"Uh, no, want me ta go get one?" Goku asked, motioning to the door.
"No, no Just be sure to get one before your next class."
"Kay." Goku said through a grin, heading to the back of the class, taking a seat in front of Bulma.
"Excuse me class, seems I forgot to get the announcements along with the role sheet from my box, I'll be right back." The instructor said, stepping out of the room.
Goku quickly turned, a grin on his face, "Hiya, guys."
"I'm surprised you're here and not out smoking pot with your new best friend." Bulma said, keeping her eyes on her nails.
"Ah, common, Bul You know y'all are my best buds. Besides, Jita's gonna be around forever now. Might as well get along."
"Forever?" Yamcha said, his eyebrows arching high.
"Yeah, he says he's never leavin' me, and if he has ta leave, I'm goin' with him." Goku said simply.
"Sounds like you're his slave more than his friend." Bulma said, finally looking up.
"Bul," Goku whined, "Don't be like this Oh yeah, I wanted ta ask ya somethin'"
"Okay class, let's get started." The teacher said upon reentering the room, interrupting their conversation.
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Goku waited patiently, holding the two pales at his sides, waiting for his fourth period teacher to excuse him to lunch. Surely she'd wait until the lunch line was closed, as usual.
It didn't take long for the old biddy to tell him to leave and to never interrupt her class again. He answered same as always, promising to try his best.
As he approached the front steps, he saw that Krillin and Maron were still together as well as Chi-Chi and Rio. However, at this point he was quite okay with it. Chi-Chi was his friend and he wanted her to be happy. Seeing the three couples there together, all chatting up a storm made something sink in his heart, but he pushed it aside.
"Hey, Goku." Krillin said, offering a Sprite.
"Thanks." Goku said, accepting the drink as well as a bag of chips from Yamcha. It didn't take long for him to scarf it all down.
"Really Goku! You're never going to get a girlfriend acting like that!" Bulma screeched in disgust.
Goku only grinned, wiping his face with his arm, taking a seat between Krillin and Bulma.
"How come you're not wearing your weights?" Yamcha asked, just now noticing the slight change in their best friend's attire.
"Ah, I dunno Just needed tha air."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Rio asked through a chuckle, unsure of the bunch.
"Well, with less on, you can feel the air currents better, especially when you're flyin'. It's better for battle too, can feel opponents movements better." Goku said, trying to explain.
"Wow, Vejita teach you all this?" Krillin asked.
"Yeah, he's been in lots of battles. Knows all tha tricks." Goku said through a grin, getting excited.
Yamcha grinned as well, recognizing the gleam in his friend's eyes, "Sounds great. Maybe you'll have to teach me some of those tricks."
"Are you even hearing yourselves? He's been in lots of battles Tricks Of course! He was probably in the planetary wars, killing hundreds of people! Maybe even here on Earth!" Bulma said, more than irritated.
"Well He was in tha planetary wars. That's when his home planet was blown up and all tha other Saiyajin killed. He's killed lots, lots of Humans too." Goku said solemnly, hanging his head, staring at the ground.
"I I'm sorry, but I still say nothing good can come from him," Bulma said, deciding she'd better change the subject, "Hey, what were you going to ask me during first?"
"Huh? Oh yeah I was gonna ask What's the name of the smell of that candle you have at your house?" Goku asked, instantly perking up, looking up at the blue-haired beauty.
"What? What candle?" Bulma asked, a bit confused.
"Tha blue ones you bought at tha mall Remember You and Chi-Chi dragged me and Yamcha with ya?" Goku said his eyes narrowing slightly, trying his best to get his first friend ever to remember.
"Oh They were basic lights Indigo spice," Bulma said, suddenly remembering, "Yeah, I only have half of one left."
"Indigo spice," Goku repeated, "Can I have it?"
"Uh I guess so."
"Your mom and dad are home, right? Can I go and get it, Bul? Please." Goku said, nearly whining.
"I guess so But, hey! Goku!" she called, rising to her feet to watch as he hurried to the parking lot, waving a quick goodbye before jogging off down the street towards her house, which was rather far, but not for Goku.
"Wow, that was weird. I wonder what's up with the sudden obsession with candles." Krillin said, resting his head in his hands at an angle.
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Vejita had changed into a pair of loose-fitting, worn, black jeans, the button missing, only the zipper holding them on his narrow hips. Sitting on the curb in the warmth of the sun, he held a cigarette between his lips loosely.
As Goku approached, he noticed that his new friend seemed relaxed, slouching comfortably.
"I thought you were at school?" Vejita said, lifting a hand to remove the slightly crumpled cigarette.
"I was, but" his voice trailing off as he stood before the proud Saiyajin, holding out a little clear plastic box.
Vejita didn't say word, just looked up to the boy, trying to figure out what was going on. Finally, he took the box, waiting for the boy to take a seat beside him before investigating what exactly he was holding. It was a candle. It took a moment to figure out the strange little box, and he let it drop to the pavement to be blown to the streets. It was barely a candle, having been nearly completely used, the wick charred black.
"Smell it." Goku said through a smile.
Vejita lifted the melted mass to his nose, inhaling carefully. It didn't smell like much, however, it was familiar and somehow comforting, relaxing.
"It's tha candle you smell like," Goku said, scooting closer as he leaned in to inhale the rich scent of his fellow Saiyajin, "Indigo spice."
Vejita was surprised. This was his smell. Never had someone done such a thing for him. It was the best, well, only present he'd ever gotten, and what was better was that there was no reason for it, no special occasion.
Taking a moment to force the word through his lips, Vejita finally whispered, "Thanks."
Goku only smiled, "So, what do I smell like?"
Vejita was caught off guard by the question. Of course, he'd picked up on the boy's scent a number of times, including now, but how to describe it?
"It's hard to describe I guess it's like a mixture of sweat, rich soil, and What do Humans call it? Syrup Sugary maple syrup." Vejita said, taking his time to think it through, trying his best to be precise.
Goku's smile spread, "I like you a lot, Jita. I dunno why. I wouldn't say you're a best friend I have Krillin and Bulma and tha others. It's like you're somethin' more. Make sense?"
The boy was constantly surprising him, astounding him with his innocence, "Hai." He answered simply, still too confused to discuss his turmoil aloud.
This boy was able to wriggle past his shields and barriers and into his soul, his heart. Funny, all along he'd always thought his heart was of stone, or perhaps he didn't even have a soul, but this third class boy was proving him wrong.
On to the next chapter...
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