----------------
Indigo Spice
----------------
By: Hatti Lee* ... Also known as: Saiyajin Peach,
Amalthea*, and Saiyajin Peach 18
Contact: Beloved_Animosity@sbcglobal.net
Started: 5.9.2
Finished: 9.12.3
Author's Notes: Okay, here's the long chapter I promised! ^_^ I thank all of you for your encouraging reviews.
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 much sexual content. If you're under age or uncomfortable with that, please go no further.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or it's characters, and I'm not making any money off of this. So, please don't sue me!!! It's not like you'd get much anyways.
XVIII
A week had passed and things were basically the same if not worse. Vejita wanted to be happy. The climate was getting cooler and cooler and the afternoon sun was a warm welcome. He was returning home now, several bags full of groceries heaped in his arms. As he approached the closed door of motel room eight, he had to set a few bags down to unlock and open the door. He actually hurried in, setting the bags on the table and rushing back to lock the door closed again. He just had to fulfill his mate's need for safety and protection, instinct demanded it.
Goku was sitting on the bed when Vejita got home. He hadn't been out in a week and he honestly didn't know why. He couldn't think anyway, he was starving!
What'd ya get?
Vejita smirked as he began putting things away,
Goku said through a smile, scrambling out of bed to get a look at what his lover had gotten, Hey, I haven't had any apples in a long time. he said, grabbing the bag of delicious red fruit and returning to the bed.
Once the prince had finished, he too climbed in bed, sitting opposite his mate, We have got to talk.
Goku's grin instantly turned upside down, Jita... I don't know what's wrong with me. Do we have ta talk about it again?
Well, something's got to be done. Vejita growled in annoyance, grabbing one of the apples and biting into it ferociously.
The Earth Saiyajin leaned forward, having to practically get on his hands and knees to reach his prince, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips.
Vejita lifted his hands, holding the boy's face as he deepened the kiss, the juicy apple heightening his senses. Seconds later the prince felt urgent and was pulling the boy closer, tugging at his clothing.
Nn... No, Jita. Stop! Goku managed, having to virtually shout the last to his lover to stop.
Vejita growled, gently shoving the boy away. He was so frustrated it was insane. They hadn't had sex in the past week and he refused to resort to masturbating alone in the shower. If this went on much longer, he was going to take the fool whether he liked it or not.
----------------
Man, I haven't seen Son-kun in a while. Maybe we should stop by there after school, Yamcha. Bulma suggested, looking up to her boyfriend.
Krillin looked around nervously. He and Yamcha had sneaked out of athletics for the heck of it and they were now visiting with Bulma and Chi-Chi, who were sitting outside for art, trying their pest at painting a landscape.
I don't think that's such a good idea. Krillin said, finally relaxing and plopping down beside the others.
Why? Has something happened? Chi-Chi asked while keeping her attention on her work.
Well, I went there about a week ago and Goku wasn't feeling well. I mean, I'd brought truffles, and he didn't eat them!
Wow, that is a problem. Yamcha said, trying to suppress a laugh, Bulma was trying her hardest with her assignment, but it still looked awful.
Yeah, and I stopped by again not too long ago and Vejita told me that it wasn't a good day for a visit. He wouldn't even let me in. Krillin said, trying his hardest to suppress his urge to look for teachers.
Well, maybe you're right. Things are better between us now... So, he should come to us when he feels better, right? Bulma said, lifting her artwork to the others.
They all nodded in agreement before bursting out in laughter, Oh, shut up! Bulma screeched in playful annoyance, blobbing black paint onto her painting, not really ruining much.
Mrs. Peterson looked in the direction of the shouting and laughter, approaching quickly, Aren't you two supposed to be in athletics?
The laughter died quickly and Yamcha and Krillin climbed to their feet, Yes, Ma'am. They mumbled before hurrying off.
----------------
Mr. President, I wasn't expecting you here. Dr. Kofun said, he and a few others gathered around the large cylinder.
Yes, well... I was curious as to how things were going... Is this it? the large man questioned, his chin held high throughout his confusion.
Yes, we're calling it S One. The data is astounding.
How old is it? the president asked, his brows nearly meeting in angered confusion. That damned doctor had better not have started the experiment before gaining permission.
Yes, one of the most amazing things of all... S One is just a little more than two months old and already it equals the development of a four-month-old embryo. Six inches in length, visible fingers and toes, eyelids and lashes, fingernails, and hair.
Do you know if it's male or female? the president questioned, hoping it to be a girl. Perhaps the females of the damned creatures were weaker.
Ah... We tried our best to engineer S One to be female, but it seems that's a little beyond us. The Saiyajin egg decides the sex as if by mental choice rather than chance. It's quite complex. Dr. Kofun explained.
The square-jawed president stepped closed, peering at the disgusting little thing. There was a slight sound now, he could hear it through the tiny speakers at the base of the cylinder, thump, thump, thump... It was a heartbeat! Its black eyes were covered in a thing, nearly translucent fold of skin, and it had slight hair all over its body, like peach fuzz.
The room gasped as the tiny thing stretched, its little mouth coming open in a large yawn. Pencils started writing crazily upon clipboards. Every movement recorded for posterity.
Inside the cylinder, blue light glowing, artificial warmth aplenty, the tiny Saiyajin felt something. It was so slight, but it was there... A presence. Out there somewhere, not so far away, was a being it belonged to, and oh how it ached to be near that one being.
----------------
Krillin groaned as he slowly marched down the steps after school to where the group waited for him.
So, what'd he say? Yamcha asked, a little worried for his best buddy.
Looks like I can't go to practice anymore until I'm passing English IV.
Ooh that's harsh. The principal is so stupid. I just hate that guy. Yamcha growled.
I know how you feel. Bulma muttered, thinking back to all the times the dumb old guy had sent her home to change.
Whatever... Maybe it's what you need. You can't exactly graduate without passing all four English classes. Chi-Chi said, her nose in the air.
Come off it! Not all of us are graced with your brains. Yamcha said, being playfully rude.
Bul's passing, isn't she? Chi-Chi argued, all in fun.
And might I add that my averages are all higher than yours, Chi-Chi? Come to think of it... I'm probably going to be valedictorian. the blue-haired beauty said, a slightly suppressed grin on her face.
Krillin and Yamcha started for the parking lot, Come on man, I hate women. Yamcha muttered playfully, an arm around his buddy, the girls following.
Just because we're smarter than you stinky guys. Chi-Chi said, laughter bubbling up.
Their fun came to a stop, however, as a loud motor roared towards them. A large, slim black motorcycle screeching to a halt near Yamcha's new ride.
Krillin questioned, What are you doing here?
The prince dismounted his trusty bike, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth at the sight of the taller boy's fearful expression.
Kami! Watch it... I just got that car! Yamcha exclaimed, hurrying over to check his baby out.
I wish he'd pay that much attention to me. Bulma said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
Is something wrong with Goku? Krillin asked, his eyes wide in anticipation. He just knew something was wrong.
Vejita nodded, Where can we go to talk?
Moments later they were in the playing field, practice having been canceled that Thursday evening due to the fact that it was the day of the couch's tenth anniversary dinner with his wife.
Vejita was so frustrated, and the memory of a time when he'd been happy with his mate was no itching at his mind. It was in this very field that he and Kakarotto had seriously started thinking about their feelings for one another.
He isn't sick, is he? Bulma asked, hoping to break the ice.
I don't know why I came to you. Vejita started, not knowing how they could possibly help.
Well... Tell us already. Krillin carefully ground out in frustration and worry.
Vejita's brow narrowed and he started to turn away, but before they could begin their apologies, he stopped, knowing that he couldn't leave. He had to tell them. The blue-haired girl was nearly a genius... If it was just a slight possibility that they could help, he was willing to take it.
Something's wrong with Kakarotto, he said, turning back, He doesn't leave the motel anymore.
Quizzical expressions befell the whole group, Why not? Chi-Chi asked finally.
Vejita berated himself for the nervous feeling building in his gut, He doesn't feel safe anymore.
I don't see how he felt safe before, especially in that prison. Chi-Chi said matter-of-factly.
What is safe anyway? Bulma questioned, taking this on scientifically.
The prince sighed, he hadn't expected this to be easy, In a Saiyajin pairing, there is a dominant, myself, and it's my instinct to keep my mate safe and protected at all times.
I... I see. Bulma said, slightly disgusted with this choice topic.
So, in other words, you're having relationship problems. Yamcha said through a chuckle.
Vejita growled, but ignored the fool, Also, we haven't... In a while. Again, the prince berated himself. Why should he feel embarrassed? The anger and frustration was evident on his face and it was frightening those before him, all except Bulma of course.
Okay, how long is a while? Bulma asked, trying to figure out just what the problem was.
More than a month. Vejita spat out.
Okay, let me see if I can get this straight... You're feeling inadequate because you can't keep Son-kun safe and satisfied. Maybe you just need to talk to him. It seems the problems with you, not him.
Vejita just stared at the girl, much, much more than angry, Idiot! Do you think I'd have resorted to this if it were as simple as that?!
Well, what else is it? Bulma asked, her eyebrows arched.
It's not me, and I've tried speaking with him. I want one of you to talk it out with him. the prince said, demanding rather than asking.
No problem. Let's go now. Krillin said enthusiastically, excited about the chance of seeing his best friend.
----------------
Goku was curled up in bed when the feeling hit him. There was someone out there calling to him, oh and how it hurt. The feeling was full of pain and loneliness. Where was Vejita? Kami, he needed him!
----------------
They were nearly there when Vejita heard the thought, clear and urgent in his mind, Where are you? I need you!'
Krillin and the others were a bit shocked as the Saiyajin prince tossed his precious bike aside. They quickly climbed out of Yamcha's vehicle, thinking something horrid had happened.
What's the matter? Chi-Chi asked, her voice a little frightened. They were all surprised to see that the door was shut, let alone locked, and even more surprising was that the seemingly angry prince had easily knocked it down. Inside they found a moaning Goku, sweat beaded up on his forehead.
Vejita rushed to his mate, I'm here, I'm here. What's going on? he demanded, lifting the boy before him.
Goku winced, but in a few more seconds, the dreadful feeling began to fade and his breathing seemed easier, I... I dunno. he whispered.
Shaking him somewhat, Vejita raged, What do you mean you don't know?! You have to know something! What the hell's going on with you?!
Hey! Take it easy... I think he's really sick! Krillin said, stepping forward and placing a hand on his best friend's shoulder.
Goku's eyes went wide instantly, an almost fearful look upon his face, No! No, get away! he nearly screamed, pulling away hard.
Krillin, surprised and hurt, stepped back to where the others were, G... Goku?
Vejita growled, trying his best to suppress the urge to attack the weak little Humans, All of you, stay as far back as you can... And see if you can shut that damn door!
Yamcha and Krillin quickly went to work at leaning the door back up in its frame. Once done, they all stood there, leaning against the windows as if trying to expand the distance between them and the Saiyajin. They watched as Vejita pushed the bed to the opposite side of the room far too easily, the table and chairs topping over in his wake.
The prince then climbed in bed, cradling his mate in strong arms,
Goku breathed heavily, leaning against his lover hard, wanting to press into him, Kril... Krillin, I'm sorry.
Hey, it's okay Goku, don't worry about it.
Why did he react like that? Bulma asked, speaking to Vejita.
It's like he feels vulnerable to the world, like I can't protect him.
Goku cringed. The words were so horrible, and yet so true. He felt as if Vejita couldn't, and wasn't, protecting him at all.
But why? Goku, you're strong. Why are you feeling like this? Bulma asked, turning her questioning towards her friend.
I just dunno. Goku whispered.
----------------
They all stepped outside, Goku remaining inside, Well, the only thing I can think to do is to get him in a place where he feels safe. At least until we can figure this out. Bulma said, her arms crossed.
Vejita nodded, his pride taking a nose dive,
Krillin's eyes lit up, How about out on the island? The guest room!
Hey, that's not a bad idea! Bulma said, a smile touching her lips, Maybe the seclusion will help, plus, it's where he grew up.
Vejita nodded again, it seemed logical.
Okay, so... You get him over there... And I'll try my best to think of a solution. Bulma said, her smile spreading to the others.
Right! I'll get home and start cleaning up! Krillin said, pulling a Capsule plane from his pocket.
Once the little Humans were gone and on their way, Vejita stepped back into the motel room, Did you hear?
Goku nodded, pulling himself to his feet, I think it's a good idea.
Right.. How can I compare to an island and those damn friends of yours anyway? the prince muttered as he started getting things together.
Goku didn't say a word, he knew this was sensitive ground. Instead, he helped with getting their stuff together. One large trash bag easily held all of their clothing. Another held their boots and what not along with a few favorite training items. As Vejita was tying the last bag shut, Goku stepped over to the night table and pulled the small drawer open. Inside was the little used candle, hardly the size of a walnut now, having been handled so often. Goku lifted the object from it's hiding place, knowing his lover didn't want him to know just how much he cherished the item.
Vejita glanced over and caught sight of what his mate was doing, remaining still for a moment as a smile blessed the boy's face. Seconds later, however, he was grabbing the candle away, stuffing it into one of his gloves before tossing it into the bag of clothing.
Goku continued smiling as his prince tied the bag up, I guess we won't be seeing this place for a while.
Think you can fly? Vejita asked, knowing the act was going to be hard for the boy. Up in the air, you left yourself open to many more possible attacks than on the ground.
----------------
Our poor Goku, Roshi said sadly, So many things to worry about, now this.
Krillin nodded, watching as the Saiyajin prince approached, his motorcycle in one hand, a large trash bag in the other, Goku clinging to him helplessly, a full trash bag in his only free hand.
I never knew Goku, our Goku, could be so weak and helpless. Krillin whispered, watching as the duo landed.
Vejita parked his bike near the porch before wrapping an arm around his mate.
Hiya, Roshi, sorry for tha trouble. Goku said awkwardly, almost as if he were ashamed.
No trouble. Now, go on upstairs. Krillin cleaned out the guest room good.
Vejita nodded to the strange old man before they were on their way. Once upstairs, Krillin led them to the spacious guest room, now holding one bed rather than two. The trash bags were dropped uncaringly to the floor, and Goku made his way to the bed, plopping down in the covers and huddling up.
Vejita stood silent for a few moments, watching as his mate seemingly made a little nest, curling up in a fetal position. It was as peaceful as he'd seen the boy in some time. Wordlessly, he moved to the exit, motioning for the bald fellow to leave as well.
Once downstairs again, he approached the old guy, No one's to enter that room. He said sternly, making it quite clear that whoever breaks this new rule would be severely punished.
Both Krillin and Master Roshi nodded, understandingly.
With that, Vejita went outside and began training. All he knew was that his mate felt him unable to provide sufficient protection. So, he had to become able.
----------------
A little more than three months old, twelve inches in length, and quite handsome. Little eyes opened and gazed about, unsure of what exactly was being seen. Rich blood pumped through tiny, slightly visible veins, and little wrinkles gathered here and there as tiny arms and legs lifted and lowered.
Dr. Kofun was simply amazed, watching as little fingers and toes extended in an oddly graceful stretch. The little Saiyajin was quite obviously male and was always moving about. The small amount of hair that had been growing atop his head was thicker now and appeared to be a velvety black.
The little God-like creature, filled with unsurpassable potential, squirmed again and again. It couldn't feel much, and wasn't receiving anything, yet it was quite capable of sending it's plea. And that's exactly what it did. Alone in the blueness of it all, it needed, absolutely needed it's... Someone, at this point, anyone. A great sorrow and yearning surged from it's core... More a mental feeling than an actual thought... Out into the unknown world it soared, calling to someone, anyone.
----------------
Yet another month had passed and Bulma had yet to figure it out. She and Yamcha were at Master Roshi's trying there best to communicate with the stubborn, prideful Saiyajin. Krillin and Chi-Chi were there as well, and somewhere within the pink house, Master Roshi was napping.
You've got to know something. Back on Planet Vejita... Do you remember anything similar to puberty? I was thinking that maybe- Bulma questioned, pacing somewhat.
Vejita shook his head, Like I've said, Saiyajin are born with instincts! When of age, we simply know.
Bulma shook her head as well, her tousled blue locks pulling free of her loose ponytail, Yes, but maybe living on Earth and that head injury... Maybe he doesn't have instincts like you do. Maybe this happened too soon for him and it's messing with his psyche.
Vejita hissed, I remember Saiyajin equivalent to a Human's fourteen years being bound.
Everyone's eyes grew slightly... So young!
Don't get all pissed, she's just trying to help. Krillin said rather calmly, coming to accept the prince's constant foul mood, having lived with him for the past month.
Vejita growled, he needed to train. He felt as if it were his fault... If he could just get stronger!
Suddenly, a warped feeling overcame him. It was powerful and grabbed him by the heart, squeezing with unheard of strength. It was the feeling of a mother losing sanity over a child long lost.
Bulma and the others had thought the Saiyajin about to attack and rip their throats out, but as they backed away, they watched as the prince fell to his knees, one hand clutching his chest, the other supporting his weight.
Kami, bakayaro! he hissed, his teeth coming down hard, clenching so tightly they felt as if they were about to shatter.
What's the matter?! Chi-Chi squealed, taking a baby step forward.
Using raw muscles, Vejita rose and hurried into the house, his blood boiling, his brain pulsing. It was so obvious! Why hadn't he figured it out before?! Kakarotto was pregnant!
Barging into the room he now considered a sort of home, Vejita stopped dead in his tracks, the weak little Humans coming up short just behind him.
What's going on? Yamcha whispered, not speaking to anyone really, perhaps questioning some sort of higher being.
Goku was on the floor, his legs sprawled, his back arched tensely, as if he were about to snap in two. His arms thrashed wildly as he screamed, tears flowing freely from his squeezed-shut eyes.
A second later, Vejita was moving forward. This wasn't right. If Kakarotto were simply pregnant, it wouldn't be like this. Never had he heard of child bearing being so hard on a mother, whether male or female. Yet the feeling was still there, strong as ever, the oh so intense sorrow of a mother's insanity from having lost a child. Perhaps Kakarotto had miscarried?
Vejita dropped to his knees beside his mate, the boy stilling as he lifted him in his arms, rising and moving to the bed. The prince then climbed in bed as well, wrapping his body around the boy in an attempt to still him as well as provide some kind of protection.
Krillin cleared his throat, gaining the others' attention before he moved to close the door.
This is so crazy. Bulma said as they made their way downstairs.
Don't worry, we'll think of something. Chi-Chi said, her voice small yet hopeful.
----------------
Hours seemed to pass as Vejita lie there silently, holding the boy with a near death grip. Finally, however, the horrid feeling began to pass ever so slowly.
Goku blinked several times, trying to remember what exactly had happened. Vejita's grip on him loosened and they both sat up. Clumsily, the Earth Saiyajin wiped the tears from his cheeks, trying to figure out how they'd gotten there.
Are you okay? the prince asked, feeling foolish, of course he wasn't feeling okay.
Goku nodded,
Kakarotto, you've got to talk to me. I'm getting the feeling that you've lost a child. Is it possible you had a miscarriage without me knowing?? It was a long shot, but he had to ask.
Goku shook his head, the word was knew to him, but he knew what it meant, and that's not what it was.
Talk to me.
It was a strong demand, and Goku found himself unable to ignore it, Someone's callin' me.
Vejita's eyebrows lifted high, that's not what he'd expected.
It's my someone... And your someone... They're so alone and so sad. Kami-sama... Goku managed, tears filling his eyes, finishing in a ragged whisper.
It's a real call? Not just something in your mind?
Goku shook his head, It's real. I know now, it's real.
They sat like that for some time. Slow tears leaking from the boy's eyes. Vejita staring at him, unsure and scared, really scared. It had been months since they'd been together and although it was totally inappropriate at the moment, the prince leaned forward and took the boy's lips off-guard.
Goku had been more than unwilling at first, but his prince seemed urgent, and eventually, he complied, allowing the regal Saiyajin to use his body. It was awkward for the Earth Saiyajin, and although he didn't enjoy it much, his mate was pleased, and deep down a good feeling warmed his aching heart.
----------------
Vejita lay on his back, Goku draped over him, their naked bodies already cool and dry, the fall weather caressing their bodies through the open window.
What's your favorite part of me? Goku asked curiously, looking into his prince's eyes.
Vejita was caught off guard and remained silent as he contemplated what exactly the boy meant. Kakarotto was kind, gentle, and so trusting. Of course, he loved those things about his mate, but he especially loved the boy's innocence and purity. Without it, they wouldn't be together, because honestly, who else could ever love a monster.
Goku was wrapped with joy as he all the good things his mate thought of him, but felt a slight pang in his mind at the melancholy whisper ending the prince's thoughts, No... What part do ya like tha best? he said, hoping to clear things up, using a hand to gesture to his body.
His thoughts instantly evaporating, Vejita smirked, sitting up slowly, the boy shifting until he was sitting as well, slightly curled in his lap. The prince leaned forward and licked across the large ragged scar on the boy's throat, where his neck met his shoulder.
The Earth Saiyajin shivered, a grin pulling at his lips, That's your favorite spot?
Vejita nodded, Pulling back slowly, My mark... A brand to show the world that you are mine. Why...? What about you? What's your favorite part of me?
Goku's grin was full on his face now, more than glad that his lover was playing along, cuddling and talking intimately with him. Before, the rigid prince would not be doing so, instead simply listening to the Earth Saiyajin's rambling. However, he knew that it was mostly brought on because he was feeling... Well, ill.
Vejita didn't like to be controlled, but allowed the boy to gently push him back down, lying on his back.
Goku nibbled at his lover's ears, taking his time. It had been so awkward just moments ago, but now he felt content and relaxed. The act itself had already taken place and he had no worries of bringing that on. Something inside him told him there was no time for this, but what else could possibly be as important?
My ears? Vejita asked in surprised, chuckling lightly.
Goku smiled through his administrations, slowly pulling back, Almost... I like tha way they're kinda pointy.
Vejita growled playfully, reaching up and pulling at the boy's ears gently, Yours are pointy too, you know. A Saiyajin characteristic.
Goku smiled, shaking his head, taking hold of his prince's right hand, and taking each digit into his mouth one at a time.
My fingers then? Vejita should have known. The boy had always paid extra attention to his hands.
Again, Goku smiled and pulled back, shaking his head. Finally, he moved down over the compact chest, letting his fingertips graze over smooth, bronze skin, stopping at the prince's navel.
Here. Just bellow your bellybutton and just above your... Goku said, blushing rather than finishing his sentence as he leaned down and ran his tongue up from Vejita's groin to his navel, reveling in the salty taste upon the tight, firm skin.
My abs...? Vejita managed, squirming somewhat under the boy's administrations, that oh so talented tongue doing wonders.
Again and again the Earth Saiyajin let his tongue rasp over his favorite spot, a few hickeys already littering the smooth skin there. As he moved up again, he let his teeth rake across worried flesh, a bead of blood forming there.
Goku stared wide-eyed, deep down in his core he knew he wasn't supposed to have done that. He was not the dominant one.
Vejita was slightly angered at first, but let it slide. After all, the boy had just said that was his favorite part. And Vejita had just lay there allowing him to work up the need... What had he expected? Plus, the boy wasn't feeling right, his mind not focusing as it should. It was completely unnatural for him to do so, but he looked to the boy and nodded, his eyes half-lidded.
Goku wanted to grin, but the satisfaction of it all kept his expression serious and serene. Slowly, he lowered himself, looking down at the tiny red drop, extending his tongue, and letting his eyes fall shut as he licked it up, careful not to miss a taste. He moaned deep in his throat, moving to lick over the microscopic wound again and again, however to no avail.
Vejita had to finally sit up, as he was worried the blood rush would cause the boy to rip right through his stomach. He'd felt the feelings and thoughts, and knew how much the boy craved more of that taste.
the prince whispered, covering that hungry mouth with his own.
It took a few moments, but Goku finally felt the blood settle, and the strange urges passed, What was that? he asked, breaking the kiss, panting somewhat.
Vejita leaned back against the headboard of the bed, the boy following suit and laying in his arms, Your chance at fighting for dominance. Something that was rarely done back on Planet Vejita... Most of the time one would be killed and the other would die soon after. Tasting dominant blood is like drinking an elixir of the gods, you lose your focus and crave more.
Goku nearly gasped in horror, Never let me do that again. I dunno what I'd do without you.
Vejita smirked, As if you could defeat me.
Goku chuckled, knowing deep down it was possible with that kind of drive. He also knew, however, that his prince understood and wouldn't allow such an act ever again.
Vejita sighed sleepily, I don't know how you do it... It's better than I ever knew.
Goku grinned, letting sleep overcome him as well as the rare compliment from his lover washed over him.
----------------
Little more than a month passed...
Doctor... I think it's time. An older woman said, her hair pulled up tight on her head, a long white coat upon her shoulders.
Yes, I believe you're right. Dr. Kofun said, he and several others gathering around the little Saiyajin, still curled up within the large tube.
After a few buttons were pressed, the synthetic blue water began to slowly drain out of the cylinder, the little infant resting gently on the bottom as the water completely drained away. It's pudgy little arms and legs kicking about, reaching and feeling. S One was fully developed now with a head full of wild, spiky black hair, large blinking eyes, and complete with a long, furry brown tail.
The glass tube hissed as it unsealed and slowly began to rise up, leaving the little baby to be encircled by the frighteningly cold air of the immense lab.
Scientists swarmed in at once, measuring and weighing.
A full twenty-three inches long.
And nine point eight pounds.
Hmm... It seems it's a bit over-developed. Dr. Kofun said, watching as the infant was cleaned up, bare skin never touching the child, all hands gloved as a strict rule.
Little eyes blinked, looking around the room. It just wasn't right. Nothing was right. Along with being able to see and hear now, little S One could feel. The bright lights burned his eyes and the pain of the coldness crept under his skin. Now being able to sense, S One felt that out there was his someone. The energy was strong and worried, as if in search. The thought instantly caused the baby to call out to that one particular being even stronger than before.
----------------
It was a Monday morning, bright and early. Goku had been feeling a bit better now that he was capable of speaking what he was feeling, and he and Vejita had been making love again. So, thing's weren't that bad. He was downstairs now, feeling more than afraid and unsafe, but he was so hungry, and it was only Master Roshi and Krillin.
The four of them were seated around the kitchen table, eating breakfast when the feeling hit him. He was at his feet in an instant.
Vejita questioned, knowing something was wrong.
It's callin' just to me now. It knows I'm here. He whispered.
The child? Vejita asked, shocked. How could there be a child out there calling to Kakarotto? Was it Saiyajin? None of it made sense.
Kami, Jita... All this time it was just callin'. It couldn't sense me before, but now it can.
Vejita rose to his feet along with the others, Where is it? Can you sense where?
Goku nodded, At that place where we were.
Vejita's eyes grew wide, Those damned Humans! They're planning something. The last coming out in a fierce growl.
Maybe we should call Bulma? Krillin asked.
But school? Goku said, still concerned about his friends.
It'll be okay. We might need her, and I'm sure she'll want to help. Krillin said, hurrying to the phone.
Jita... I gotta go. It needs me.
the prince demanded, pushing the boy back down in his seat, We do nothing until we're sure what's going on. It could be a trap to get us to screw up. The bastards want nothing more than to have us exterminated.
Goku nodded, tears springing to his eyes, Maybe you should start powering up.
An eyebrow lifted high on Vejita's brow, a questioning scowl angering his expression.
I don't know how long I can fight this. Goku whispered, causing the prince's expression to smooth into sorrow and concern.
----------------
To be continued...
There, I know it took a while, but I finally got a long chapter up! I hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to review!