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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 then the trouble starts...
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...
VII
Three days passed and it was a warm Friday evening Things progressed in a sort of routine. Vejita hung around training and what not while the boy went to school. Every now and then some of the Earth Saiyajin's friends would show up hoping to go out or something. It was strange, Goku found himself asking permission from his new friend, who seemed to be pleased with that. Still, everything went smoothly.
The group had gathered again at Meijin Roshi's island to relax for the weekend. The hot days were finally showing signs of shifting into fall, the night's coolness lasting longer in the wee morning hours.
Bulma and Yamcha were on the couch, watching whatever came on, enjoying the pleasure of one another's company.
Roshi sat in an armchair nearby, sipping at a frothy beer.
Krillin sat in the other armchair, bored as hell, and only slightly satisfied with the made-for-TV movie about a young couple in love.
Maron hadn't come, instead deciding to go out with some handsome idiot named Brad.
Vejita sat cross-legged near Roshi's chair, his back straight as he studied Kakarotto's movements rather than the idiotic movie.
Goku was sprawled out across the floor, more than bored with the television. Normally he'd be up and outside, training or something, but he was enjoying the feel of Vejita's eyes on him.
Just then Chi-Chi stepped through the front door, a solemn look on her face.
"Hey, Chi What's wrong?" Bulma asked, sitting up as she noticed the look on her friend's face.
The raven-haired girl stepped over, taking a seat beside her best friend on the couch, "I screwed up again."
Krillin got up for just a second, only to switch off the TV, "What happened?"
"Well, it's Rio I guess I shouldn't have even went after him." She said, keeping her eyes on the coffee table, seemingly amazed with the perspiration dripping from Yamcha's soda can.
Bulma sighed, knowing full well what she'd meant. Chi-Chi hadn't been truly interested in Rio Senshu. She'd only been interested in his looks, wanting nothing more than to enjoy a single night with the soccer captain.
After noticing that everyone was staring now, waiting for her to speak, Chi-Chi reluctantly went on, "Well, you know how he's been hanging around for a while Last night while we were out he told me that he'd looked up some information online about rewards for pointing out aliens."
"What the Hell are you saying?" Krillin asked, his tone growing louder.
"I'm saying Rio's going to He's going to turn Goku and Vejita in for a reward." She said, looking to Goku for a reaction. His expression was that of innocent concern for her. Of course, Goku was always like that.
"When?"
Everyone turned to Vejita, the gruff voice getting their attention quickly. His eyes were narrowed, his eyebrows slanted in an expression of annoyance and slight anger.
"Tomorrow morning." Chi-Chi said as she began to sob.
"Where are you goin'?" Goku asked as Vejita stood.
"We've got to take care of this boy before he talks."
"No," Goku said, quickly standing, "We can't do that."
Vejita bared his teeth, "Are you challenging your Me?" He growled, correcting himself before he said something he'd regret.
Goku's eyes narrowed slightly, "Jita, Rio doesn't know what he's doin'. He thinks he's doin' right. We Humans are always told ta report an alien if ya spot one. It's not his fault."
"Like Hell it isn't! If he tells, we'll be forced into battle and more lives will be lost! Is that what you want?" Vejita bellowed.
"What What? Are you saying you plan on killing him?" Bulma piped up, the only one of the bunch brave enough to do so at this point.
"No shit." Vejita muttered, keeping his eyes on Goku's.
"If we stay calm and friendly, maybe they'll leave us alone. It's not like we're hurtin' anybody, and I've lived here my whole life." Goku explained, his expression softening.
"That's nonsense." Vejita said, muttering again.
"Well, at this point it's the only thing you can do." Krillin said sadly. He'd always feared something like this would happen.
"It's not the only thing. We'll have to fight them off until we can steal a ship, and then, we're out of here." Vejita said, leaving out the part about blasting them all for the Hell of it. Kakarotto would surely disagree with that.
"Jita," Goku said, nearly whispering, "I can't leave Earth. It's my home."
"So, you're saying we turn ourselves in? Sit here and wait for them? I can't do that. You can't do that." Vejita said, trying to keep calm, his voice staying somewhat steady.
"I I know," Goku whispered, dropping back down to the floor, muttering, "Shit."
Eyes were wide, never had they heard Goku curse. This really was serious.
"Goku, maybe you should leave. Just for now anyway, maybe you can come back in a year or something after everyone forgets." Krillin said solemnly, realizing this was no time to be selfish.
"No This is my home. I'm not leavin'. Maybe Maybe if I go to them before Rio says anythin'" Goku said in a near whisper, speaking his thoughts aloud.
"That That just might work," Bulma said, "They'd never expect that. You could say that after hearing a lecture at school, you'd thought it'd be best if you let the government know of your Uh, race."
Everyone's lips curved slightly in a hopeful smile, the plan was a fairly good one.
"That's nonsense! I'm not turning myself in, and I'm not leaving you." Vejita said, beginning in a growl, ending calmly, looking his fellow Saiyajin in the eyes.
"Then do what you want! No one said you had to follow my brilliant plan." Bulma screeched, hands on hips.
"Hn, I will then. Kakarotto" he said, beckoning the boy to follow him as he stepped outside.
"We don't know one another, got it? I'm going to steal a ship and get out of here. Hopefully they'll let you go and I'll return for you-"
Goku interrupted, "Jita, I'm not leav-"
"Enough!" Vejita barked, interrupting as well, "You will if there is no other choice. Things may go well and I can return and we can simply move to a different city, but they can just as easily go bad And I will take you off this planet rather than watching you die. Got it?!?!"
Goku winced slightly at the explosion of anger and irritation, but let a slight smile creep onto his face, "Okay, Jita."
Vejita's expression softened, "Right. So, we don't know one another. Don't even speak of me, it will only get you into more trouble. Understand?"
Goku nodded, still smiling.
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No more than an hour had passed The mood was solemn and Bulma and Krillin found that tears were stinging at the backs of their eyes.
Vejita had hurried to the hotel, getting together all of his belongings, including his bike, and bringing them back with him. Goku insisted that everything be kept in his room, with his stuff. The idea of their clothes lying together, the bike parked beside his bed, it was so very comforting in a strangely intimate way.
Vejita had changed into his Saiyajin training uniform again, navy bodysuit with white gloves and boots.
"I'm sorry to see ya go." Roshi said, rising to his feet to stand with the others as they said their good byes to Vejita.
"Yeah, I know we weren't too nice, but we just didn't know you." Bulma said, forcing a smile to her lips.
"Well, I'll be going." Vejita said, looking to Kakarotto, nodding before he turned to step out onto the porch.
"Wait!" Goku suddenly exclaimed, hurrying upstairs. Rushing into the bedroom he'd shared with his best friend for so long, Goku proceeded to dig through Vejita's belongings. Soon he found what he was looking for in the pocket of a pair of faded black jeans.
Trampling back downstairs, he nearly tripped over himself, rushing to Vejita, "Here, take this with you Just in case I don't see ya ever again."
Vejita refused to even consider never seeing the boy again, instead concentrating on what Kakarotto was handing him, the candle. He took it, deliberately allowing far too much contact between their hands. It was the best he could offer as a meaningful goodbye. The small, melted mass of scented wax fit easily in his palm, the wick having broken off some time ago from his constant handling of it when he was alone.
Goku loved the ever so momentary lingering of the older man's hands on his own. When the connection was severed he realized that was it. They may never meet again. For some reason this was weighing hard on his heart, his soul. Unable to hold himself back, he practically lunged forward, wrapping his arms around the slender, muscular yet compact form of his friend His companion The only other being in existence that understood him completely.
Vejita was shocked, but allowed the boy's touch, just like he always did. In fact, he even offered his own touch, letting a hand slide along Kakarotto's back, rubbing comfortingly. He was even more shocked, however, when the boy pulled back and he saw that those beautiful onyx eyes were watered, adding a crystal shine to them.
"Don't be so sentimental, Saiyajin don't cry," Vejita said, nearly inaudible, being sure that only the boy heard his words.
After receiving a slight nod in reply, the boy having gotten some control over his emotions, he added in a slightly louder tone, "We shall meet again, Kakarotto." With that, Vejita blasted off, tucking his only treasured possession into his left glove.
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"Oh Goku, try not to be upset, like he said You'll meet again." Bulma said, trying to comfort her friend.
Goku smiled, refusing to allow the building tears to spill onto his dry cheeks, "I'm okay. Guess I better get ready ta go myself, huh?"
Bulma sighed, "Yeah."
It didn't take the Earth-Saiyajin long. He just changed from training clothes to a pair of faded blue jeans, nearly white, a gray T-shirt, and his worn, brown, steel-toed boots.
"Why change?" Yamcha asked, curious.
"I don't want 'em ta think I train all tha time. Let them think I'm in shape just cause of my bein' Saiyajin." Goku explained.
"Very smart! If they know you train so often, they'll think you have some hidden agenda to attack or something." Bulma said, receiving a nod in reply.
"Well, I guess I better go. Hopefully I'll be seein' you guys again real soon." Goku said, stepping out onto the porch just as Vejita had done only moments ago.
They were all gathered at the door yet again. Meijin Roshi, Krillin, Bulma, Yamcha, and Chi-Chi They all wished him goodbye, hugging and shaking hands. Goku smiled his final goodbye and blasted into the sky.
It didn't take much concentration to sense that Vejita was moving rather quickly, heading for some Capsule Corp. storage warehouse where Bulma had told him there were plenty of spaceships. He sighed, hating every second as they grew further apart.
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It was nearly dark when Goku reached the large complex on the outskirts of the city towards mainland. It seemed to be five or six stories and took up a great deal of space. It was almost overwhelming, what with it's white walls and polished windows. It reminded him of a hospital, except there were large silver letters printed over three sets of double doors that read: East City Government Science Lab.
He'd flown all the way there and now gained a few strange looks as he landed, his boots tapping against the clean cement driveway that circled around to avoid blockage.
Taking a deep breath, he started for the entrance, easily pushing one of the large glass doors open and stepping into a spotless lobby lined with desks and counters. There were only a few people there though, since it was so late. Two men in black suits and polished boots stood upon his entrance and three women, dressed in business suits with fancy hairdos, looked up from their work.
"Uh, hi Can I talk ta somebody in charge?" Goku asked politely, wondering what was going on in the two men's minds. One was a big man, tall and dark, but not at all handsome with a thick mustache and tight lips. The other was also tall, but not near as big. He was thin and tanned with the palest green eyes.
"What business you got here, kid?" the big man asked, his voice deep and rough.
"Well, I wanted ta report an alien. Isn't this were I'm supposed ta do it?"
"Yes, right this way." Green Eyes said, his voice smooth like a woman's. Goku followed him to the back of the room, and through one of many doors. The big man remained behind.
They headed down a large hallway, the walls spotless white. They passed many doors, walking what seemed to be an endless journey. Finally Green Eyes stopped at an open doorway.
"Sir, there's a kid here that would like to report an extraterrestrial."
Inside what seemed to be a huge office, a lanky man behind a desk nodded. With that simple gesture Green Eyes showed him in and then left.
That's when Goku noticed that the clerk that worked at the corner store was sitting beside him.
"So, you've seen an alien as well?" The man behind the desk said, fingering his dull black tie. It seemed all the men were dressed in black suits, however, this man seemed more relaxed in his. It was obvious he was the guy in charge.
"Well-" Goku began, only to be interrupted.
"That's 'im. This tha kid I saw flyin'. 'Im an' 'is friend." The clerk said, sitting up and scooting to the edge of his seat.
The man in charge's eyes widened, and he reached into his jacket, retrieving a shiny black cellular phone, "We have an A-18, bring support."
"That's just it though I came here ta tell ya that I'm an alien." Goku said, remaining calm even though things seemed to be going horribly wrong. Vejita had told him not to mention him, that it would be trouble, but these guys knew there were two of them.
Suddenly, the big man barged into the room accompanied by several other men. Goku saw it coming, knew they were going to hit him over the head with the short rubber stick, but what could he do. If he blocked it they'd all freak and say he was resisting, trying to attack. In his lifetime he'd experienced several battles and much extreme training and could withstand a degree of pain. That's just what he was going to have to do now.
It contacted his head fairly hard, sending a shutter through his skull. It took a few seconds for his vision to begin to haze, and as soon as it did, it didn't take long for him to black out completely, he was unconscious.
When he came to he was in a somewhat large room with white walls, a white ceiling, and white floor tiles. The place was definitely spick and span. In the center of the room was a large metal, rectangular table with six matching chairs, two on each of the long ends, one on each of the short ends. He was seated in one of the chairs on a long end. Actually, he was tied in it. His wrists bound to the armrests, his ankles bound to the legs. Funny, if he wanted to, he could easily break free, but he remained, figuring they were afraid of him. He'd just have to show them there was nothing to be afraid of.
After only a few minutes, the only door in the room opened and four men entered, the guy in charge, Green Eyes, and two men dressed in long white lab coats. Goku smiled lightly to all of them, but received nothing in reply.
The men in white sat in the two chairs across from him and the man in charge sat on the right end. Green Eyes remained standing.
"My name's Dr. Kazuki, I am the highest official here, so I expect respect," the man in charge said, then gestured to the two men in white, "This is Dr. Nabu and Dr. Morikawa, they're just two of the leading scientists here at G. S. They're going to ask you some questions."
"Okay." Goku answered simply, calmly.
"Now, you said you were here to report yourself?" Asked Dr. Nabu, obviously the bolder of the two, though he seemed to be short and rather dumpy.
"Yup."
"Do you know Mr. Shoji?" Nabu continued.
"Uh Who?"
"The clerk from the Quick Stop on Saint Ren'ai Street." Morikawa clarified.
"I've been there and talked to him, but we're not really friends." Goku answered honestly.
"What about Mr. Senshu?" Nabu asked, after looking down at a clipboard he held, as if trying to get the name right.
"Rio? Yeah, I know him. We go ta school together. We're friends."
"Now, why is it that when you decide to turn yourself in, a gas station clerk comes in before you, and a 'friend' from school comes in after?" Kazuki said, choosing that moment to speak up, taking the glory for what the two scientists were working up to.
"I dunno." Goku said, kind of figuring what he was getting at, but unsure of how he should answer.
"Well, if you ask me, it seems you knew you were about to be turned in and thought it'd look better if you turned yourself in first." Kazuki said, a smug look on his face.
"Yeah, I guess so." Goku admitted, finding that maybe this hadn't such a good idea.
"How long have you been on Earth?" Nabu asked after a moment of silence.
"My whole life Seventeen years." Goku added after receiving a questioning glare.
"You were born here?" Morikawa asked, as if curious.
"Well, I wasn't born here, but I was sent here as a baby. Look, could ya untie me? This is really uncomfortable."
Ignoring his question, Nabu continued, "And what species are you?"
Goku was silent a moment, taking a few seconds to figure out what he'd meant by species, "Oh, I'm a Saiya Saiyajin."
Their eyes widened and they looked to one another as if passing thoughts, "You're a Saiyajin?" Kazuki asked as if in disbelief.
"Yup, I was born on Planet Vejita." Goku said, offering a kind of proof.
"I see." Nabu mumbled, as if talking to himself, suddenly jotting down something on the clipboard.
"Kay, if you would bring more support and perhaps some K-Force restraints." Kazuki said, speaking to Green Eyes, who quickly nodded before exiting the room.
"Look, could ya untie me? I'm not gonna hurt any of you, it's just really uncomfortable." Goku said, wriggling somewhat in his chair.
"Uh, just relax, some men are on their way." Kazuki said reassuringly, but Goku didn't see what that had to do with anything. He didn't want to make a scene though, so he remained still.
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Bulma sighed, she and the others had decided on staying the night on the old man's island. It was morning now though, and she was pacing like a maniac.
"Bul, would you give it a rest? You're making me crazy." Yamcha called from the kitchen, where he, Roshi, Krillin, and Chi-Chi were having breakfast.
"Why don't you sit down and eat something?" Chi-Chi offered quietly, timidly.
"I can't eat now. I'm too worried about Son-kun. I just know something went wrong." Just as she finished speaking, the phone rang and she rushed to it.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this a Mr. Roshi's residence?" asked a woman's voice.
"Yes, who is this?" Bulma asked, growing impatient, but trying her best to keep it out of her tone.
"This is Sheryl at the East City Government Science Lab. May I speak with Mr. Roshi?"
"He can't come to the phone right now. What's this about?" the blue-haired beauty asked.
"We have in our custody a Mr. Son, Son Goku. We would appreciate it if Mr. Roshi would come in for questioning as soon as possible as well as any other members of the household."
"Yes, yes I will tell him, but what's this about? What's happened?" Bulma asked, worry weighing on her voice.
"I'm afraid that's confidential, Ma'am. Thank you." With that the woman hung up.
"Who was it?" Roshi asked, having cleaned his plate.
"It was a secretary from G. S. She wants you and 'any other members of the household' to come in for 'questioning.'" Bulma said, mimicking the woman's dainty, powdery voice.
"Sounds serious." Krillin said, his eyes staring blankly.
"If only she'd told me more." Bulma practically growled.
"Well, why don't you come with us. I'm sure they'd want to question Goku's friends as well." Roshi said, resting his elbows on the table.
"That's not a bad idea," Bulma said, her face brightening slightly, "You coming Yamcha? Chi-Chi?"
"You bet. Goku's always been there for us." Yamcha said, a bit too enthusiastic.
"It's only right I go. It's my fault he's there." Chi-Chi said in a voice that neared self-loathing.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. He was going to get found out sooner or later, what with him always flying around and all." Roshi said, causing Chi-Chi's face to brighten slightly as well.
"Guess we should get ready to go then." Krillin said, rising from his seat to put away the dishes.
On to the next chapter...
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