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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: More trouble...
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...
VIII
Goku was getting tired of this, and he was actually considering just breaking free and hurrying to Vejita, maybe he hadn't left yet. Who was he kidding though? Vejita was already long gone. Besides, if he could only be patient and prove to these people that he was a nice, peaceful person, maybe they'd let him go.
"What time is it?" Goku asked after finally realizing it was Saturday, he'd slept through the night, unconscious.
"8:00 AM." Morikawa answered after glancing at his shiny wristwatch.
Just then, Green Eyes, as well as another man in a black suit and another scientist, returned. The scientist was carrying a shiny silver suitcase, and it clanged against the table as he sat it down.
"What's that?" Goku asked, suspicious, watching as the suitcase was opened. Inside there were four large bands, like some kind of heavy-duty bracelets.
Lifting one of the shiny cuffs, the scientist started towards him, "What is that?" Goku asked again, his eyes darting around to each man.
"Please, if you'd just relax These will allow us to untie you as well as offering us some security." Kazuki said, rising from his seat, gesturing for Goku to calm himself.
"Oh." Goku said simply, understanding without really understanding. Well, at least he'd be untied. He must have spent the entire night in the hard chair. What he needed was a good stretch.
So, he watched curiously as the young scientist knelt on the clean floor, opening and clasping the cuff like device around his left ankle, placing another on his right, and then his wrists. The clean meal was cool against his skin, sending tiny shivers through his spine.
The man in charge then retrieved his cellular phone from his jacket again, "Ready? Yes, activate it." With that he replaced it, smiling smugly.
Goku was curious as to what exactly these bracelet things were supposed to do When suddenly he felt odd, as if faint, dizzy. It was almost as if he were being drained of his blood. The room suddenly seemed cold and it was difficult to even hold his head up let alone sit straight.
"What? What did you do?" Goku managed, not understanding what was going on. Nodding to the man in charge, the young scientist waited for a nod in reply before leaving the room.
Green Eyes stepped forward, he and the other man, each of them standing at his sides, slightly behind him.
"Un Untie me." Goku whispered finding it hard to speak as he slouched over.
It seemed Green Eyes had gotten permission to do so, because he knelt down, doing just that, removing the black cord-like material.
Finally free from restraint, Goku placed his hands on his face, finding that he needed to feel himself, to prove his existence. It was as if he'd just died, as if everyone had just died. He couldn't since a single soul, a single life force.
"K-Force restraints"
The words echoed in his mind. These bracelets, they were somehow suppressing his ki, his very life force. There was no energy, no power in his muscles, and it felt like shit.
"Why? I said I wasn't gonna hurt any of you." Goku said, finally finding some control, using the strength in his muscles alone to sit up with effort.
"I'm afraid we have no choice. Saiyajin are dangerous, no need to run a risk." Kazuki said, that damn smug smile still on his drawn face.
The expression soon vanished, however, as high pitch ringing filled the room like some kind of cricket on crack.
The man in charge quickly answered his phone, "What is it?"
"Sir, this is Sheryl. Mr. Roshi is here as well as four teenagers, claiming to be good friends with Mr. Son."
Kazuki didn't even reply, instead putting away his phone, "Kay, there are some people in the lobby. Bring them here, would you?"
Green Eyes nodded and was out of the room again.
Goku understood why the man was so thin now, having to run all over the place all the time.
"Johnson, I think it would be alright for you to return to your post," Kazuki said, waiting for the man to nod and leave before continuing, "Dr. Morikawa, if you'd be so kind as to return to research and bring back Oh, I'd say about twenty cc's of high level Neurospal."
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"How long do you think they're planning on making us wait?" Bulma said, her words slightly unintelligible since she was chewing nervously at her fingernails.
"Stop that." Yamcha scolded, knocking his girlfriend's hand from her mouth.
"Hey, that guy He's coming this way." Chi-Chi whispered.
They all looked up, watching as the thin man with crystal clear green eyes approached, "If all of you would come with me."
Moments later they were traveling through a large hallway, "Where's Goku?" Bulma asked, trotting up to walk beside the man.
"We'll be there in a moment."
"Is he okay?" Krillin asked, finding it slightly difficult to keep up with the fast pace.
"Hey, you think you can slow it down, lad? My old legs don't move as fast as they used to." Roshi said, his tone reprimanding their guide only slightly.
"Quit complaining." Bulma hissed as they continued on with the fast pace.
After passing through what seemed to be a large office, they were in another hallway, this one smaller, but with the same white walls. Finally, their leader stopped at a door similar to all the other doors in the corridor and Krillin wondered how he knew he was at the right one.
Green Eyes opened the door, surprised when the group suddenly rushed in.
"Goku, are you alright? What's the matter? Have you eaten? You don't look well." They all asked, speaking at once.
"Excuse me," Kazuki said, speaking over them, "If everyone would get comfortable, take a seat, we'd like to ask some questions as well as answer some of yours."
Bulma took a seat near Goku, Yamcha standing behind her, his hands on her shoulders. Dr. Nabu remained seated across from Goku, his expression blank, giving no hint as to what was going on. Beside him, Chi-Chi sat, Roshi and Krillin standing on either side of her. Then Kazuki, Green Eyes standing just behind him, as if waiting for another order. The chair right beside Goku remained empty.
"I'm guessing all of you know that your friend here is an extraterrestrial," Kazuki said, waiting until he'd received a nod from each of them before continuing, "Mr. Roshi, how long has he been living with you?"
"Just about his whole life." The old man answered simply.
Nabu jotted this little bit of information down before picking up where the man in charge had left off, "And he had his tail when you met him?"
Roshi nodded, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
"Did he ever transform?"
"What? What are you talkin' about?" Goku said, his voice still slightly strained as he used the armrests of his chair to hold himself up.
"Yes, twice, when he was just a child. He has no memory of it." Roshi answered, sighing. He hadn't wanted the boy to learn of his strange ability like this, not when it had been the very thing that had killed his grandfather.
"You then removed his tail?" Nabu questioned, wondering as to why they'd waited until the second time, figuring perhaps they hadn't known what caused it.
Roshi nodded.
"I'm guessing you were sent here in some sort of ship, where is it?" Kazuki said, directing his question to the boy.
Goku simply shook his head, "What do ya mean 'transform?'"
"At the full of the moon, Saiyajin transform into large apes, you didn't know this?" Nabu explained, surprised.
A flood of memories washed over Goku like a waterfall, breaking through little dams to allow him to remember, to understand the truth.
"Don't ever look at the full moon, boy. Stay inside, for a terrible monster comes out at the full of the moon."
"No." Goku hissed, the word inaudible to their weak Human ears. The emotions caused him to forget his state and relying on his energy to keep him up, he fell forward, his chin slamming into the table, his chair scooting back with a loud, horrible sound, and he tumbled to the floor, the large metal cuffs clanking as they hit the ground.
"Goku!" Bulma shrieked, sitting up.
"I see, were you planning to attack us?" Kazuki said, that smug grin back on his face.
"What are you talking about? Goku wouldn't hurt a fly!" Krillin said, glaring at this pompous, lanky man.
"Well, he can't now. Those bands enable him to use the strange energy that all Saiyajin have." The man in charge said, his grin widening as he turned, looking back to the boy, "Not so strong now, are you?"
The door opened silently, and everyone quieted as Morikawa reentered the room, holding a suitcase similar to the one before, only smaller. The well postured-scientist sat the case down and remained standing.
"Now," Kazuki said, "If you'd be so kind as to let us know where the other is."
The room remained silent, and Goku used it to concentrate. His grandfather, he'd unknowingly killed his own grandfather! The gods may, but he'd never forgive himself.
He gasped, taking a deep breath as he slowly turned until he was lying on his back, stretched out on the floor, half of his body under the table.
"Kay, if you would." The man in charge said.
Green Eyes then proceeded to step forward, pulling Goku up and hauling him back into his chair with some effort.
"Well, do any of you plan on answering me? Where's the other Saiyajin?"
Bulma jumped as the lanky man suddenly looked to her, "I don't know what you're talking about!" she said, her expression quickly transforming from surprise to anger.
"Perhaps you don't, but you do. We have witnesses who say they saw you together, flying. Make this easier for yourself Just tell us." Kazuki said, his tone becoming strangely calm and cool, almost nice.
"Take these things off me." Goku said, his head lifting slightly as he looked at the man from beneath his brow.
"Ah, you'd like that, wouldn't you? No, I'm afraid we can't do that."
Several minutes later, Kazuki continued, "Well, if you're not going to say anything Dr. Morikawa."
The scientist stepped forward, unlatching the case, "What's that for?" Krillin asked upon seeing the contents. His question was ignored, however, and the man continued to prepare a large needle.
Goku lifted his head more to see what the fuss was about. His eyes instantly went wide.
"No, don't!" he practically yelled, finding hidden strength to rise from his seat. There were hands on his shoulders though, holding him down with a bit of effort.
Kazuki himself had to help in the restraining, but finally, Morikawa had managed to jab the needle deep in the muscle of Goku's left arm. Quickly, they all stepped back.
"What the Hell was that? What are you doing to him?" Bulma screeched, on her feet, Yamcha right beside her, his fists clenched.
"Don't worry, Miss, it's just to help with the questioning." Morikawa explained.
Goku's mind was utter confusion. Whatever they had pumped his bloodstream full of, it was strong. His thoughts felt like jelly, as if his personality were disintegrating, or rather, shrinking, hiding in the recesses of his brain. Things were clear yet clouded at the same time.
He wasn't sure who all these people were or why the Hell he felt so weak, but he could smell each and every one of them. He could practically taste the blood pumping through their veins, and every movement they made, their eyes blinking, when they shifted their weight, he noticed everything! His skin even seemed sensitive Every breath seemed to tickle his skin!
Yet he could use none of this He was so very weak, drained. He used every fiber of his being to push himself out of his chair, seeming to surprise them all.
"How is he doing that?" Kazuki asked, amazed.
"He still has the ability of his muscles, but see how they don't work too well? It will be some time before he's used to his strength, or lack of." Morikawa answered.
Goku moved to a corner in the room, leaning against the cold wall, "Where's Vejita?"
Again, Kazuki was amazed, "Vejita you say? Prince Vejita? Prince Vejita is the other?"
Goku bared his teeth, growling, "Where is he?!"
"G Goku?" Krillin managed, unsure if this cornered beast really was his kind-hearted best friend.
"It's obvious he doesn't know where the other Saiyajin is, but at least we gained that much information. Who would have guessed the prince of all Saiyajin was here on Earth? The very man who started it all, who killed so many." Kazuki said, that smug grin back on his face.
"Well, folks, we had better get you out of here. See Sheryl on your way out." He continued.
Once the room was cleared of civilians, Nabu suggested, "I think it'd be best of we have him transported as soon as possible. Too many people know he's here."
"Yes, I'll call the federation." The man in charge said, gesturing for everyone to leave, locking the door behind them, "Kay, stay here and make sure nothing and no one goes in or comes out of this door."
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"This is terrible! What are we going to do?" Krillin asked on their way back to the island.
"Wait, Yamcha, could you drop me off at my house?" Chi-Chi said.
"Are you sure?" Yamcha asked, slowing the large aircraft.
"Yeah, I don't want my dad to worry. I'll come by in the morning." Chi-Chi said timidly.
"Hey, it's no problem. Just try not to worry, we'll think of something." Bulma said, reassuring her friend.
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Finally, Roshi, Krillin, Yamcha, and Bulma were back at Kame House, and they all began racking their brains for some kind of solution.
"Poor Son-kun. He looked so Weak." Bulma whispered, fingering the hem of her striped tube top.
"But that stuff they gave him I've never seen anything scarier." Krillin said, sighing as he repositioned himself in one of the armchairs in the living room.
"What do you think they want with Vejita?" Roshi asked, sipping at a large beer can.
"Well They said he was the prince, that he started it all. No doubt they want to punish him, probably kill him." Bulma said, amazed as it sank in The prince!
"They'll probably kill Goku along with him." Krillin muttered, utter rage and pure sadness warring for dominance in his heart.
"Can you believe it? All this time we were in the company of the guy who started the planetary wars We should have asked him why he did it." Roshi said, glancing at the black TV screen.
"I knew he couldn't be trusted But now Goku's in this mess too!" Bulma said, her voice growing loud with her frustration.
"Well, maybe we could call Vejita You can do that right, Bul? He's strong Maybe he can break Goku out of that place." Yamcha suggested, his face bright with the hope of his idea.
"And then what? Where would he go?" Bulma asked, rolling her eyes.
"Well, he could leave with Vejita, back in space. Maybe in a couple years everyone would forgot." Yamcha said, continued hope stitched in his words.
"Would you really want our Goku stuck in space with a cold-hearted murderer?" Bulma hissed, urging him to shut up.
"And since Vejita's such a wanted guy, they might even go after him in space. Other planets would probably help search for him." Krillin said, sighing again.
"Either way It might be a good idea to monitor Vejita's location." Roshi suggested, looking to Bulma for her opinion.
"Yeah, I could pick up some stuff from home I need to check on my parents anyway." She replied, her and Yamcha saying their good byes and promising to be back as soon as possible.
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Vejita stood, hands on hips, looking around. The ship was tiny with only two rooms The control room, and the bathroom. There was nothing to do and he was about to lose his mind! The only things worth his time were looking at the stars and sleeping in one of the two uncomfortable chairs that had been installed before the large window, where he could view space and all of its infinity.
It was Sunday morning according to Earth time. Unfortunately, as his ship hovered near the blue planet, it wasn't near enough to sense much, including Kakarotto, and strangely enough, it made him feel even more alone. He wondered how things were going, and when would his damn friends contact him as they'd said they would? And if they never did, how long should he wait before returning?
Growing frustrated, Vejita shook his head, as if to shake the thoughts away. Training He needed to train. That would get his mind off things, maybe relax him.
Just as he began a series of push-ups, a beeping noise filled his ears, "What the"
Rising to his feet, Vejita hurried to the control panel, the sound driving him nuts with its piercing insistence. A tiny red light was blinking near what appeared to be some kind of communications radio. He pressed several buttons before finding the right one.
"Hello?" asked a man's voice, strong and deep.
"Who is this?" Vejita demanded, not recognizing the voice as any of Kakarotto's friends.
"This is the president of the United Federation of Earth. Am I speaking with Prince Vejita?"
Shit! Things had obviously gone very, very wrong. Hadn't he told Kakarotto not to mention him? Shit!
"Hai, this is Prince Vejita, Saiyajin Elite." He answered, suddenly reveling in the sound of his title being announced, even if it came from his own lips.
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