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Indigo Spice
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By: Hatti Lee* aka Saiyajin Peach aka Amalthea*
Started: 5.9.2
Author's Notes: What can I possibly say... Except... ENJOY! ^_^
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...
IX
"Yamcha, Krillin! Get over here!" Bulma called, the two guys quickly hurrying into the room followed by Meijin Roshi.
"What is it?" Krillin asked, looking at the blinking objects on the screen of some sort of device their genius friend had come up with.
"They're talking to Vejita." Chi-Chi answered, scooting closer to hear better.
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"We know of your location and we're prepared to fire if you don't cooperate."
Vejita smirked, "You do realize that I can just as easily destroy your entire planet, with a single blast." He added. There was silence for a moment. Had he scared them? He hoped so. The weak bastards didn't know what they were getting themselves into.
"We have Son Goku. Turn yourself in and we'll let him live."
Vejita's eyes widened. What could he say? What could he say?
"I don't believe you." he answered, buying some time to think. There was more silence, longer this time, but still, he couldn't think of what to do.
"Ve Vejita? I can't sense you"
Vejita winced at the sound of the boy's voice so small and choked, as if he were holding back tears.
"Was that proof enough? Now, turn yourself in. There's no escape. We've already informed other planets of your whereabouts."
"I need time to think." Vejita admitted. He'd considered it a weakness before, trying to buy time and saying anything before letting himself sound weak and desperate. At the moment, however, that's exactly how he felt.
"You have ten minutes."
"Fuck!" Vejita exploded, letting all of his anger, his rage to explode into that single syllable, punching the control panel with limited force. The metal twisted and broke under his fist, disabling the climate control unit.
Narrowing his eyes in thought, the prince realized that there was no way in Hell he was going to willingly land and turn himself in. His pride simply wouldn't allow it. They'd have to come and get him, but they wouldn't They'd kill Kakarotto.
He knew not to put it past the weaker race. They were insignificant and stupid, but any being desperate enough can use cunning and courage they were never thought to have possessed.
His gaze hovered over the communicator and on down, settling at the damage he'd done. He could break the ship. They'd have no choice but to come get him then. A brilliant plan indeed.
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"What's all this blinky crap?" Roshi asked, pointing at the screen, smudges trailing his touch.
"Get your filthy hands away!" Bulma yelled, "And that 'blinky crap' is ships, satellites," she pointed to a little red spot, "This one is Vejita." When she touched it, the light magnified into the silhouette of the specific type of ship he was using.
"Well, what's all that blinky crap on the ship?" Roshi asked, pushing his limits with the blue-haired beauty.
"Those are malfunctions It looks like the air conditioning, the landing gear, and the navigator are broken." Bulma reported, punching various buttons, causing the view of the ship to change.
"That's odd That ship was brand new It should be fine." She said, puzzled.
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Goku simply stared at the floor, ashamed for what he had done. The edges of his mind were still cloudy, and it was hard not to react to things strangely. It was so hard to explain, to understand. He wasn't himself.
Still, he knew what he'd done. He'd given them Vejita's name. No wonder he hadn't wanted him to. He was a prince, and he'd been right. It had only gotten him into more trouble.
They'd moved him from the sparkling clean complex in East City to an even larger building. This one appeared clean and formal, but they held him in a prison like basement with bars and restraints and filth. It was horrible.
He wasn't sure exactly where he was Somewhere north, he knew that much. Plus, he'd heard a woman say something about Capital City.
They'd led him through a grand front entrance, through carpeted halls and beautifully furnished rooms down to a level beneath the earth. It was a clean, tiled lab filled with complex hallways and littered with research rooms. This level held the most personnel. Of course, he couldn't sense them with his energy, but he could other ways. The sounds of their footsteps, their smells, and the strangely warm air, as if there were too many bodies to keep it cool. Finally, they'd reached the final level, even further beneath the earth. It was much smaller than the others with four guards at the only entrance/exit. This is where they kept him, locked in a cage like some kind of animal.
He listened to the conversation at hand. He seemed to be above ground, in a large office with a large machine at the center of everyone's attention.
"No need to worry, Prince Vejita. We'll get you down." The president said, sarcasm rich in his voice.
"What a fool! Breaking the landing gear, as if we wouldn't notice. What does it accomplish anyway?" The president went on after cutting the connection.
"Sir, should we take him back downstairs?" asked one of the men gripping Goku's arms.
"No, we need him still."
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Vejita was more than disgusted with the damn Humans. They got him down all right! That had been the worst landing experience he'd ever had.
Now the prince was waiting. He'd tried to open the hatch, but was unable, as if it were locked. He'd thought about just blasting the damn thing open, but surely they'd take it as some kind of attack or hostility, and he couldn't risk Kakarotto's life.
Finally, there was a metal sound, and the hatch began to slowly hiss open. Vejita was impressed. It seemed this president had gathered nearly two hundred armed guards, and they all had their guns pointed at him. Oh, how desperately he wanted to laugh! As if the puny weapons could do him any damage.
He scanned the large group, finding the president easily. He was an outstandingly tall man with a large square jaw. He had several cronies about him, dressed in wrinkle free suits and supposedly stylish ties. That's when he caught sight of Kakarotto. Two men held him easily, one of them holding a gun to the boy's temple. At that range, even their puny weapons could be lethal.
It was so odd, why didn't Kakarotto break free? They must have done something, surely the boy would if he could.
Suddenly, a muscular man of average height stepped forward, flinging a metal case at him. Vejita caught it easily, somewhat impressed with the weakling's ability to throw such a heavy object so far.
"Put them on or the boy dies." The president boomed.
Vejita undid the latches to the case, curious as to why they wanted him to change clothing. Upon opening the case, however, he found that it wasn't clothing inside, but jewelry, some kind of odd-looking bracelets.
He looked up, eyeing the fools. Was this some kind of joke? Obviously not. The guards were sweating bullets and the president held his stern expression.
Shrugging, Vejita figured he had no choice. It was either go drag, or watch the only thing he cared about be destroyed. It seemed simple enough He pulled at one and it opened, a hinge allowing him to place it over his wrist, snapping it closed. Quickly, he had them on and kicked the case away, amused as several guards jumped out of the way as it flew by.
The president smiled, lifting a small phone, "Now."
Vejita was about to burst into laughter when he noticed that Kakarotto was wearing the same ridiculous jewelry, but something hit him. It was an odd feeling and before he knew it, he was crumpling down to the ground.
"What the Hell's going on?!" He hissed to himself, urging his muscles to obey.
The sound of boots trampling towards him got his attention and he pushed himself to the limit, straining as he slowly rose and stood. His stance wide, crouched slightly, his fists clenched, panting. They stopped in their tracks.
"It's all show! He can't do any harm with those on!" The president called, disappointed in his soldiers.
Vejita didn't understand what was happening, but it seemed that president fellow was right. Just two guards were able to hold him, practically dragging him towards the huge, elaborate building.
The guards dispersed, and now there were only about ten of them, the president leading the way. Kakarotto was there too, just ahead of him, but he couldn't sense him, he couldn't sense anything, including himself. He couldn't be dead, could he?
He wasn't sure of their surroundings, finding it hard to concentrate at all, but soon enough they got to their destination and the two guards tossed him to the ground.
"Together?" Came a voice, questioning.
"No." Came the booming sound of the president's voice.
Footsteps on concrete suggested their leaving, followed by the sound of a door clanging shut before being locked.
"Ji Jita? Are you okay?"
The prince struggled for what felt like hours, trying his hardest to lift his head to the beautiful voice, but it was so hard!
"Don't strain yourself. If ya wait a while, you'll get used to it." Goku said, looking on sadly at the sight of such a proud warrior crumpled on the ground, practically shaking with frustration. At his words, however, Vejita relaxed, his eyes closed, his fists falling open.
He wanted so desperately to go to him, to tell him it would all be okay, that it was a joke and they were going back to Meijin Roshi's. But the cold fact was that they were prisoners on death row, and they weren't even allowed to be together, two sets of bars and a wide isle separating them.
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Bulma un-straddled her large white motorcycle, slowly making her way up the steps to the sidewalk where Yamcha and the others waited. She hadn't cared much how she dressed that morning, her too big concert T-shirt un-tucked from her loose-fitting blue jeans. It was obvious the others were just as upset, their clothing similar to her own.
The bell rang as they stepped into the classroom, solemn looks on their faces as well as the instructor and many of the other students.
"Class, I'm sure you've heard Bulma, Yamcha, Krillin, Chi-Chi I'm terribly sorry." The instructor said, remaining silent for some time as if praying.
"What are you thinking? He isn't dead yet!" Bulma exploded, tears springing to her eyes as she hurried right back out into the hall, Yamcha right behind her.
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"I can't stand it" Krillin muttered, not even bothering to eat his lunch.
"I know Without Goku here stuffing his face I just can't eat." Chi-Chi whispered, her gaze fixated on the ground.
"I wish I hadn't yelled at him so much about that and about how he'd never get a girlfriend" Bulma said, unable to finish as a fresh bout of tears spilled over. Yamcha wrapped his strong arms around her, whispering comforting things in her ear.
"I just wish I hadn't I hadn't done to him what I did." Chi-Chi added, unable to cry anymore.
"We can't be so sad There's got to be something we can do, anything." Yamcha said, refusing to get upset.
"Like, what? It's hopeless! I spent all night thinking and thinking." Bulma said, drying her eyes.
"Well, we're not the only one's who are upset Turns out Goku was friends with lots of kids." Krillin said, sighing.
"Maybe Maybe that's it," Bulma said, her face lighting up, "Maybe we can start a petition! Have everyone at school sign it!"
"Yeah, and people around town Like, at the dojo and hotel" Yamcha added, his voice upbeat.
"And the news lady might do a story?" Krillin said, receiving nods in reply to his suggestion.
"If we could do that, maybe we could get people that aren't even from East City to sign. It'll take a lot to change the president's mind." Chi-Chi said, sounding as nerdy as usual.
"It's a plan!" Bulma exclaimed, "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get started!"
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The president looked up from his work, a guard standing before him. He gestured for the man to have a seat.
"Sir, the younger one still won't eat." The guard reported, having come straight from his post at the dungeon entrance.
"Let him starve." The president muttered, continuing with his paper work.
"Sir," said a young looking assistant from his seat nearby, "I'm afraid there's quite a bit of commotion about this There's a huge petition out, demanding Son Goku be set free."
"Why would anyone sign such a thing?" questioned a general in disgust.
"Well," the assistant continued, "It was started by the boy's friends and family in East City. It seems Son Goku has been a model citizen his entire life, attending school and everything. Turns out that he turned himself in after hearing a lecture at school about the dangers of extraterrestrials."
The president sighed, leaning back in his comfy chair, "How many have signed?"
"About twelve hundred." The assistant answered.
"Idiots." The president muttered, scratching at his chin.
"Either way, Sir, if the boy dies of starvation, you'll lose that many votes this coming election."
"Right, right. Well, why won't the fool eat?" the president asked, directing his question to the guard.
"I don't know, Sir. He won't speak, he barely moves."
"I guess will have to go see then, won't we?"
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"Kakarotto, this is nonsense. Get up!" Vejita hissed, trying his best to rouse the boy from his seeming hypnosis.
It was a Friday Although, Vejita didn't know if it was breakfast, lunch, or dinner There were no windows and the guards wouldn't answer any of his question, or demands rather. Now that he was known to be a prince, he had to behave as one.
"You! Shut up!" one of the guards barked, continuing his assault on the boy.
It hadn't taken too much longer than a day for Vejita to get used to his strange restraints. Before Kakarotto had stopped talking, he'd said something about K-Force, about how they were able to eliminate Saiyajin power by simply being activated.
The prince bared his teeth, standing tall in his cage, "Kakarotto!" he hissed yet again, this time in pain for the boy.
The guards had served them their meals, and again, Kakarotto had refused to eat, refused to speak.
Vejita just couldn't understand how the boy was still alive. Sure the food tasted like shit, but Kakarotto with his enormous appetite shouldn't care what it was.
The guard lifted him by his shirt, prepared to spit in his face when the filthy material gave way, practically ripping in two. Goku slumped to the floor, his head hitting hard on the concrete floor. The other guard brought his foot back, prepared to kick the boy in his ribs yet again...
"That's enough." Came a booming voice, seeming to echo. The two guards stood back, surprised to see the president before them. Quickly, they shuffled out of the cage and back to their posts.
Now it was only the president, his assistant, and a single guard, "Why won't you eat?" the president questioned, aggravation clear in his tone.
Vejita watched through a blank stare as each of the three men tried their hand at getting Kakarotto to talk. Eventually, they turned to him.
"Do you know? Why won't he eat or speak?" the assistant asked, his voice cool and smooth, cunning.
"Why should I know?" Vejita hissed, practically growling as he continued, "Most likely because your guards treat him like shit. Or maybe it's because you plan to kill him! The fool loves this damn planet and it's weak ass people Maybe it's because they all want him dead! Fucking bastards." He said, mumbling the last.
Taking a deep breath, the assistant remained calm, "Will he eat if we put you together? Can you get him to eat?"
"What the Hell are you doing?" the president asked in annoyance and confusion.
The assistant simply looked to his boss, "Them being together doesn't mean they'll be able to escape. We have transmitters on their restraints."
Vejita remained silent, soaking in the little bits of information.
The president nodded to his assistant, who then continued, turning back to the Saiyajin prince, "Well, can you get him to eat?"
Vejita nodded simply, watching as the guard went to Kakarotto and gently dragged him over, "You, move back."
Vejita bared his teeth, behaving just as they treated him, like a caged animal. However, he did as he was told, desperate to have Kakarotto near. The guard moved quickly, unlocking the gate, dragging the boy in, and quickly slamming the door shut again.
"Very well, let's get out of here." The president said, all three of them heading for the exit.
Vejita waited as long as possible When the guard's hand reached the door handle, he could wait no longer, rushing to the boy and dropping to his knees.
"Kakarotto Can you hear me? Open your eyes." Vejita began, lifting the boy's head onto his lap, pressing the palms of his hands to cool cheeks.
"Look." The assistant whispered ever so quietly. The three of them stared at the display for a moment, then proceeded to leave.
The guard remained behind as the president and his assistant continued on, "Did you hear what the prince called the boy?" the young man asked.
"Kaka something."
"Yes, Kakarotto That must be his Saiyajin name." The assistant said, completely intrigued.
"Hmph Just seems to me that we were lucky we had the boy to capture the dear prince," the president said in his sarcastic tone, "I don't think any other Saiyajin would have worked."
"No, I don't think so either The boy is the prince's weakness."
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"Jita?" Goku asked, cracking his eyes open to see the concerned visage of his dear friend.
"Hai, wake up. You need to eat something It's been five days." Vejita said, helping the boy to sit up, careful not to touch any of his injuries.
"I I'm so sorry," Goku began, instantly breaking into tears, "I didn't mean ta tell 'em They gave me a needle and I couldn't think straight"
"Shhh Calm down. If they gave you a needle, then you couldn't help it, could you?" Vejita said calmly, sternly, looking the boy in the eyes, trying not to think about the large violet-black bruise on the Earth-Saiyajin's cheek or the rage it caused him.
"It was such a dumb idea anyways I shoulda left with you I'm so sorry, Jita I'm so sorry!" Goku said, sobbing at this point, the tears streaming down his cheeks.
Vejita didn't know what to do or say, watching as the beautiful color to his face injury glistened as it became wet.
Finally, he reached forward, pulling the boy to him, "It's okay. Calm down."
Hours passed and he continued to comfort the boy even though his tears seemed to have stopped. As he rubbed the boy's back, he realized that he had some apologizing to do as well
"I I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was a prince." He said quietly.
Goku looked up, "It's okay But Why did ya do it? Start all those wars?"
"Is that what you think?"
Goku shrugged, lowering his head again, resting his cheek against the prince's warm shoulder, "I dunno, that's what everyone's been sayin'."
Vejita sighed, "Well, I guess I did, but that's not the whole story. A long time ago I was kidnapped by an alien tyrant and when my father, the king, came to rescue me, he was killed by my captor."
Goku looked up again, surprised at what he was hearing, "Jita?"
"A committee of royals took over rule on Planet Vejita, and as I grew up all I could think was how my entire life had been ruined by a single person. Finally, when I was eighteen, I began a search, a ruthless search. If I had simply a hunch that Freeza was hiding out on a particular planet, I ordered my loyal soldiers to attack. My army wasn't huge, but many planets were destroyed."
Goku fought back more tears, lifting a hand to his face to wipe away the remains of his earlier weeping.
"Some years later, several planets formed an alliance with Freeza and we were beaten. Not only was my army destroyed, but so was my planet, my entire race All because of my childishness." Vejita explained, speaking slowly in order to keep control over his emotions.
"And Freeza?" Goku questioned, feeling a strange rage against this person he'd never met.
"He's still out there, somewhere, but alone I'm no match against him. Besides, that was about eight years ago, and I haven't heard anything about him since."
"So, you decided to live out your life peacefully on Earth?" Goku asked, tilting his head slightly in curiosity.
"Well, not at first I spent about three years constantly traveling, searching for any Saiyajin, but I found none, and with so many enemies out there I didn't really have a choice." The prince answered honestly, lifting his plate from the floor and handing it to Kakarotto. There wasn't much left, but it would have to do.
Goku smiled lightly, "Sorry for cryin' like a baby I know Saiyajin aren't supposed ta cry."
Vejita merely smirked in reply, leaning back against the wall, watching as the boy gobbled up the disgusting food in record speed.
On to the next chapter...
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