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Indigo Spice
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By: Hatti Lee*
Also known as:
Saiyajin Peach 18,
Amalthea*, and
BelovedAnimosity
Contact: Beloved_Animosity@sbcglobal.net
Started: 5.9.2
Finished: 9.12.3
Author's Notes: SO sorry! It seems it's been a while since I've updated, ne? Again, SO sorry. Heh heh... Well, here's another long one to make up for it. ^_^ 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 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.
XIX
Bulma had been showering when her mother had barged in, You've got a phone call.
School was easily pushed aside and forgotten as she hung up with Krillin and quickly called Yamcha and Chi-Chi.
They'd gotten to her house in record time, and soon, they were all on their way to the island.
Upon arriving, they simply rushed into the large, pink house,
They're upstairs. Roshi said, lounging on the couch, the TV off, worry working it's way into his normal routine. Something awful was going to happen. Poor Son Goku.
The bedroom door was open and the two Saiyajin were on the bed, Vejita holding Goku in a death grip.
Krillin rose from his seat when the others walked in, Goku wants to leave the house so bad that Vejita has to literally hold him back.
Why don't you let him go? Bulma asked, Maybe we could finally find out what's been calling' to him.
It's those damn scientists. It's a trap or something. As soon as we set foot out of the barriers, they'll have us executed. Vejita growled.
You could leave those microchip things behind and sneak up on them, just see what it is. Chi-Chi said, the idea having just popped into her head.
No, that's no good. Someone would see them or something and it would be the same thing. Bulma said, trying not to look at her long time friend, sprawled out on the bed, trying to pull free.
Why don't you just call them, Bul? Just ask them what's up. Yamcha suggested, knowing his girlfriend was capable of finding out direct numbers to get a hold of the president quickly.
All eyes lit up, Of course! Bulma exclaimed, hurrying downstairs.
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Sir, I don't know how... But there's a call for you on you private line. It seems to be a young girl.
The president looked questioningly to is assistant, simply nodding as he hurried into the private little room extending from his office.
Yes? Hello?
Mr. President? This is Bulma Briefs. I'm friends with Son Goku.
Ah, yes, I remember. What's the problem? How did you get this number? the large man was angry at first, but perhaps this was the chance he'd been waiting for. Maybe those damned Saiyajin had finally screwed up and he'd be able to be rid of them!
Is there something going on there? My friend has been ill, and he's experiencing strange psychic callings. He claims there's someone there, like a child, calling to him. Is any of this true? Are you running some kind of experiment? Please... You've got to tell me! Bulma rambled, pleading for some kind of knowledge.
That is none of your business little girl. Don't call here again. With that the president hung up.
He was worried now, the girl was smart and she seemed to have figured out the secret experiment. He had to find that damned doctor.
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Ah, Sir, you're just in time! S One is being fed.
The president stopped in his tracks. Before him, resting in a large glass crib lined with a single thin blanket, was the little Saiyajin. Its hair was large and full now and looked about, eyes blinking. It was as if the thing were days old already, when in fact it was born only hours ago.
Kofun, the young Saiyajin knows. He and his friends have figured it out. They want to know what's going on.
The doctor's eyes lit up, Perhaps you should tell them. I doubt they would let it out to the media. Besides, if they do, I'll take full responsibility for any mishaps. It would be quite the thing to see how the male mother and child interact.
This is all one big study for you, isn't it? the president raged, the question ground between his teeth.
Or course, Sir. It's all quite astonishing. Perhaps we can use the child to control the other Saiyajin.
No. I don't want word of this leaking out. Keep that damned baby in a more secluded place. If the Saiyajin find out, who knows what they'll do! the president roared, leaving the room in a frenzy as he hurried to his assistant. Things had to be arranged. Guards had to be set up. The last thing he wanted was to be blasted by some killing male Saiyajin mother!
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They all looked up as Bulma stepped back into the room, What'd they say? Krillin asked, rising to his feet.
He was sort of nice at first-
He who? Yamcha asked, interrupting.
The president, who else? Anyway, once I mentioned what's going on, he told me it was none of my business and hung up. I'm wondering if anything at all is going on there.
No... Lemme go! Jita, please... Kami, please, lemme go! Goku whined, tears welling at the corners of his eyes as he pulled effortlessly from the prince.
Vejita held tight, There is something going on there. he mumbled, looking over his mate. This just wasn't normal. Much more of this and the boy was going to give up on life.
Bulma, why don't you see if your dad can figure it out? Chi-Chi asked, knowing her best friend's dad was just as much of a genius.
That's right! He might even know the head scientist at the capital! Bulma exclaimed, her eyes lighting up again.
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Goku asked, his voice small compared to his normal tone.
Vejita sighed, knowing already what the boy was going to say. It was Wednesday now, and Kakarotto had deteriorated quite a bit in the past two days. The boy's strength was down to nil, his mind fuzzy around the edges.
Goku continued without reply from his prince, Please, lemme go. I have to.
Vejita shook his head, pacing somewhat in aggravation. At least he didn't have to actually hold the boy back anymore, but he did have to guard the door and keep watch.
What are we gonna do?
Vejita moved over to the bed, lying down beside the boy and pulling the covers over them, That Bulma girl is meeting with that scientist today. She's going to try and get it out of him with the help of her father.
Goku nodded. He already knew this. So, why did he want to hear it again and again? Things were just so mixed up in his head. All he knew what that there was someone who needed him like no one had ever needed him before, but they didn't know what it was. No one could feel it but him, and he couldn't figure it out.
Vejita nodded, hearing the boy's thoughts, That's why the girl's going to try and figure it out from that scientist. Don't worry. The prince was a little glad. Even though his mate was dwindling, at least his head was clearing somewhat. He pulled the boy close and kissed him on the forehead, pushing all the feelings of safety, protection, hope, confidence, etc. through their bond. It didn't take long for the Earth Saiyajin to drift off to a nightmarish sleep, leaving the prince to worry on his own.
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Ah, Dr. Briefs, long time no see. The room was large and dim. The restaurant Bulma had chosen was one most often used by upper class people, mostly businessmen in suits and skirts. They were seated in a slightly secluded corner booth, the wine and appetizers before them being ignored. They weren't here to have dinner.
yes, my daughter here tells me you're up to something. Bulma was surprised by her father's seriousness. Normally, he was oddly annoying and perverted, but it was obvious where she got her blue hair.
Perhaps, however, I'm not allowed to talk about it. So... I'll just be-
Bulma said, halting the idiot's retreat, I just want to know what you're doing. My friend's really sick.
Dr. Kofun slid back into the booth, I understand your concern, but like I said, I'm not allowed to talk about it.
You don't understand! Receiving a few glares, Bulma lowered her voice, It's just that... We don't know what else to do and much more of this and he'll die. There must be something we can work out.
A grin on his face, Dr. Kofun leaned back in his seat, rubbing his chin. It would be rather interesting to study the full term of a normal Saiyajin pregnancy. He knew that the president wouldn't allow such a thing though. Science mattered fore most, however, and he'd jeopardize his career to learn and know more. Perhaps he could make a deal of his own. He could always deny it if something should happen.
His grin spread further, This is confidential, word of this cannot get out.
Bulma nodded vigorously, Yes, yes, of course.
We've created a Saiyajin child. We call him S One.
Bulma's mouth dropped open, You didn't. a slight whisper.
That's ridiculous. The government is so insistent on ridding the world of Saiyajin and they create another? Bulma's father questioned, peering at the leery doctor.
Well, it's a bit of a secret. We won't allow the thing to grow into adulthood. S One's for scientific purposes alone.
Bulma shook her head, Son's going to want it.
No, I'm afraid that's impossible, however, I could arrange a meeting, but I expect something in return.
Bulma looked up,
Knowledge, tests... I want to study the Saiyajin fully. I want to know more... That is, if there's anything more to know.
The blue-haired teen caught on quick, Yes, there's more, but for the child's life... What do you want for the child's life? She was lying somewhat. She wasn't sure what all the doctor knew, and there wasn't that much left to learn about her dear friend. However, she couldn't just give up. How could she allow this baby to die? Son obviously had been cloned or something, especially since he seemed to be bonded to the thing.
I'll think of something reasonable, the doctor said, that stupid grin still plastered on his face, Let's set up a meeting at that little island they're so fond of. I'll bring the experiment.
This Saturday. Perfect! The girl had fallen right into his trap. Once the other Saiyajin made contact with S One, surely they'd do anything he asked. Plus, military observation was always weak on the weekends. He;d be able to sneak off with the child easily. With that, he slid from the booth and left the restaurant.
Bulma, honey, do you know what you're doing?
Yes, Dad. I can handle it. Besides, what else can we do? I just can't let that baby die. I'm sure Son would feel the same way.
Bulma's father nodded, Yes, but you know he has some sort of ulterior motive, don't you?
This time Bulma nodded, the conversation dwindling away as she forced herself to eat. There was just nothing else they could do. She had to get back to Roshi's later... She had to tell the others what she knew. Poor Son.
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Vejita paced back and forth, back and forth. Soon there'd be a rut in the wooden floor. His mate lie in bed only a few meters away, exhausted and no longer able to fight.
Worry was weighing heavy on the prince's mind. He could feel it ever so near... A week, maybe more, and his mate would be dead. Kakarotto had lasted this long simply because of his purity and strength, there was little of that left now.
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It was Friday now and Vejita was beginning to feel weak and he had constant headaches. His mate was slipping away and he could no longer tear himself away from the bed where the boy lay. Neither of them had eaten in the past two days, and yet, those stupid Humans were taking their time. Their priorities were so fucked up, and they were still attending that worthless school. Finally, however, they were all coming over. It was getting late and they'd all planned on being there at dark.
There was a creak in the floorboards and Vejita looked up, What do you want, old man?
Roshi bowed his head, I wanted to see if he's any better.
It was strange, the old man seemed so aloof to the Saiyajin prince, Better? He's not going to get better.
Eyebrows rose high over the rims of red sunglasses, You're so sure that death is near?
Vejita sighed, the fool stepping closer, Yes, Kakarotto will be dead in a matter of days, and soon after, I too will die.
Shouldn't you have said something to the others?
The prince shook his head, They didn't ask.
Master Roshi understood. This fellow had pride and nothing was going to tear it down. He also knew that the kids were working hard to save their friend but not nearly as hard as they could be. As soon as the thought ended, he heard a knock at the door.
Vejita watched the old man leave, moments later the room was filled with teenagers.
Sorry we're so late. Chi-Chi had to pack her bag, and Yamcha and I had to go to practice. Krillin said through a deep sigh.
Vejita remained silent, looking away from the weaklings and instead looking to his gasping mate.
He looks worse. Yamcha said, stepping closer.
Vejita hissed, growling loudly, fangs exposed.
Stop it! We get here to help and you're so mean! Chi-Chi squealed, more frightened than angry.
Bulma shook her head, ignoring the prince, I have some good news. There's a baby.
With that simple statement, Goku was struggling to sit up, something he'd been unable to do for some time. Vejita was beside him instantly, helping his mate.
That doctor talks about it like it's an experiment. It must be a clone. Anyway, he said he'll bring it by tomorrow. Bulma said, unable to finish as Goku began smiling, laughing somewhat as he leaned into Vejita's arms.
Hey, there's more! Krillin said, getting their attention again.
The thing is... They don't plan on letting it live. There just going to study it until there's nothing left to study and kill it before it's an adult, but... Wait, wait! But he said there might be something we could do to keep it.
And what's that? Vejita growled out.
Bulma shrugged, He wouldn't say.
You... You waited this long to tell us? Goku whispered, his mind seemed to be clearing so quickly.
Well, I had to be at school, my grades-
I thought you were my friend! Goku growled out, hissing his anger.
Hey, buddy... Calm down. Everything's going to be okay now. Yamcha said, about to step forward but then remembering Vejita's reaction to such a gesture earlier.
Goku slumped somewhat due to lack of strength, I don't know what to think any more.
Vejita could feel the sorrow weighing ever so heavily in the boy's mind. Slowly, he leaned over and licked his mate's mark.
Bulma fidgeted, Well, um... We're going to stay the night. Dr. Kofun's going to come over early.
When they were finally alone, the prince spoke freely, It's that same fucking guy.
I don't want him to come here... Goku said through a shaky sigh, But at tha same time, I wish he were already here.
Vejita nodded, I know, I know... Let's just try to get some sleep. We may need our strength tomorrow.
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Downstairs, the others were catching a late night snack with Master Roshi before heading to bed, I know he's sick, but why's he being so ungrateful. I mean, you're doing so much for him.
Bulma nodded in reply to her boyfriend's statement, I don't know what's wrong with him these days.
Roshi huffed, Goku would die for any one of you. He's done so much for us already. Yet, all of you fail to see that. The boy's been sick and in just four months you're tired of him and you're complaining.
Krillin's eyes watered, You're right.
Yeah, he and Vejita have been pretty crappy, but look what they're going through. Chi-Chi said, guilt still riding on her mood.
I guess you're right, but it's all so frustrating. Bulma said through a sigh, taking a bite out of a large sugar cookie.
Well, either way, Vejita doesn't have to be so rude. All this is his fault. Yamcha scoffed, the others nodding in reply, all except Master Roshi that is, who shook his head before finding his way upstairs to his bedroom.
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Saturday morning was cool, a gentle fog hanging on the large, pink house. Goku and Vejita had barely been able to sleep and were the first one's awake. Slowly, the others made their way downstairs. Just as they were all finishing up on a quick yet fulfilling breakfast, there was a knock at the door.
He's here.' Goku said in his mind, transferring the message to his lover. Vejita nodded.
Dr. Kofun was grinning when Bulma opened the door. There was a younger man with him, holding a large bundle in his arms. Other than that, they were along. It seemed rather stupid, but Bulma remained silent.
The good doctor wasn't shy and stepped into the house easily, This is my assistant, Dr. Shinkei, and of course, S One.
Vejita was at his feet instantly, standing in front of his mate, You have the child?
Bulma smiled, easily taking the bundle from the young doctor, Oh, Son, it looks so much like you.
Goku's eyes watered as he motioned for Bulma to hurry over, Kami, Kami, Kami... The mantra rolled from his lips as he took the baby in his arms, causing it to squirm and gurgle as he held it close, hugging it tightly.
Goku, maybe you should be more gentle... Chi-Chi said, stepping forward.
No... No, Kami, no... Please, stay away. the young Saiyajin said, stepping back, pulling Vejita along with him.
The prince looked down at the spiky-haired brat within his mate's arms, Is this a clone?
Dr. Kofun chuckled, Oh, no... S One was created by combining Son Goku's egg to your sperm, Vejita. All eyes widened and the doctor couldn't help but grin further.
Goku dropped to his knees, How could you? He's missed out on so much already, and he's so sad. the boy said, rubbing his stomach.
H- How'd you know it was male? Dr. Shinkei asked, curious.
I knew for a while now. Goku whispered, pulling the far too sterile blanket away from his baby. Next came the baby's little shirt and diaper, leaving the warm little body completely naked. He next pulled the child close, cradling it's head in the curve of his neck, where his mark was, and everyone watched as the little child began crying. Only Goku and Vejita could feel that it was a cry of happiness, as if the baby were sobbing, At last!
Son, what are you doing? Bulma asked, just knowing that her inexperienced friend was doing it all wrong.
Goku looked up and growled, scooting further away from them as he began soothing the baby by rubbing it's little brown tail and whispering words in a language he didn't understand.
Vejita's eyes lit up at the beauty of a sound long dead to his ears, Kami, Kakarotto... Do you realize, this is our son? the prince said, falling to his knees as well.
Goku managed a grin as the baby stopped crying, A prince, ne?
Hai, a prince. Vejita nearly chuckled.
Quite interesting. S One hasn't been so active, and what do you mean, He's missed out on so much?'
Vejita glanced to the doctor, that stupid grin eating away at his nerves, It's something too complicated for Humans to understand. Now... What's it going to take for you to hand this baby over?
Straight to the point I see.
Goku ignored the talk. Nothing mattered anymore, not that he had his son in his arms and his lover by his side. Nothing else mattered. He pulled the child back and looked into large dark eyes. He knew the little baby knew. Everything was going to be okay now.
S One.' Goku rolled the name around in his mind. He knew it wasn't proper, but it was the name his son had been given and the child seemed to recognize it as his own deep down inside. It sounded too much like an experiment though.
The Earth Saiyajin looked his baby up and down: Beautiful even skin, not as pale as his own and not as dark as Vejita's. Pitch black hair spiked so wildly... Not as crazy as his won but not as elegant as the prince's, simply perfect. As for features... The baby resembled him more, almost identically.
S One... Sone. Sone.' Goku smiled, the name was good. Son Sone, wonderful. The baby seemed to have picked up on his happy thoughts, for it began to gurgle happily. Goku placed a single finger in the child's hand and simply smiled as the tight little grip held on as if for dear life.
Fuck you! Goku snapped out of his reverie at the sound of this prince's raging. Surprisingly, it turned out that his lover was standing in front of him, facing the two scientists, crouched in a defensive position, growling as he powered up.
Jita? What's going on? Goku asked frantically, scrambling to his feet.
The only way the bastard will let us keep our child is if you return, pregnant, as an experiment!
Goku nearly wilted, it was pretty horrible, but his heart was still soaring at the sound of the statement from his prince's lips, Our child.
Snap out of it, fool! Vejita hissed to his mate, This is no time to be happy.
The others were backed far away, standing against the far wall, the young scientist there with them. Yet, Dr. Kofun simply stood before Vejita, seemingly unafraid.
You can fight if you like, but it's just the opportunity the president is looking for to prove you're hostile. You'll be executed in minutes, and what's the point of that?
Goku growled this time, beginning his own power up, We'd rather be dead than be some kinda lab rats.
Dr. Kofun's gin finally faded and he realized his mistake. He'd been right about one thing though, the Saiyajin were willing to do anything for the child, but now, they were willing to die. Surely he was going to get in trouble for this, perhaps fired. He was in no way capable of getting the child back from them. At least he'd taken a shot at it. The thing to do now was retreat and come up with a better plan back at headquarters.
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Roshi yawned as he made his way downstairs, What's all the noise? Can't anyone get some sleep around here?
Dr. Kofun and his assistant had left in a hurry and now everyone was simply sitting quietly, trying to gather their thoughts and figure out what was going to happen next. Goku, Vejita, and little Sone were in a corner of the living room, kind of off to their selves. The others were seated on the couch and chairs, glancing over now and then for a peek at the baby.
Oh, that fellow brought the kid over? Roshi asked, stepping closer.
Please, don't come close now. Goku whispered.
Vejita turned and looked at the fools, feeling he somehow owed them an explanation, We're both still on edge from the opportunity of real battle. Plus, with the child, defenses are on overload. It's for your own good to stay back.
Opportunity? Are you crazy? Yamcha said, rolling his eyes.
A smirk befell Goku's lips, something he picked up from his prince no doubt, Yeah, it's crazy... But I was gettin' excited about the fight, even though it was dangerous.
You've always been that way, my boy. Roshi said from the kitchen, where he was fixing himself something to eat.
Jita, can you feel Sone?
The prince smiled, a genuine smile, Hai, but not nearly as much as you, I mostly feel him through you.
Chi-Chi asked, curious.
Hai, they called him S One and he recognizes it as his name, so I just changed it to Sone... Sone Sone. Goku grinned, looking down at his child. The warm little bundle was fast asleep, gurgling now and then in pure happiness.
Why did you make it cry earlier? Krillin asked, You know, putting its face to that ugly scar.
This time Vejita smirked, To show the child that he's with his family, that his mother' is marked, therefore he has a father.
And he wasn't cryin' cause he was sad, he was happy. Everyone nodded in understanding, finding it quite unbelievable that their Goku was a and was capable of communicating with his infant child.
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Sir! Something has happened!
The president stalked into the room, nodding to his assistant. It was the middle of the night! He didn't sign up for this when he became the leader of the free world!
Okay... So, what the hell happened?
It seems that Dr. Kofun has created a Saiyajin child from the DNA of the other two Saiyajin. Not only that, but the child has gone missing. Kofun says the Saiyajin came and took it.
The second command general scoffed, Right, and we're supposed to believe that?
A young man in a military suit barged into the room, We've got Dr. Shinkei talking! Ahem... It seems Dr. Kofun set up a meeting with the Saiyajin in order to blackmail them into returning for more tests, but the Saiyajin took the experiment and forced them to leave.
Idiot! What more did he expect from the filthy creatures? the president said, growling in annoyance, more than glad that they hadn't found out that he'd allowed the fool to create such a thing, But what now? If the public hears this... the president sighed.
Well... We could use this to our advantage. We could show the committee proof that the Saiyajin are capable of multiplying. the president's assistant said, a smirk pulling at his lips.
The president grinned, Perfect. Have Dr. Kofun placed in custody. Go to the committee with this immediately.
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Goku had just finished cleaning up a bit. They were in their room now, he, Vejita, and Sone. The air was becoming warm and pulled at the curtains before pushing the window open.
Vejita stepped forward, taking the child from his mate, Sone Saiyajin no Ouji. It's not a traditional Saiyajin name, but it'll do.
Nodding, Goku leaned out the window and inhaled deeply, Isn't it beautiful?
The prince understood. All this time he'd been with Kakarotto he'd come to learn that the boy cherished the beauty of the evening sky. When the full white moon was hanging low, when the stars and clouds were no where to be seen, and the sky took on a deep bluish purple color.
The Earth Saiyajin smiled, having heard his lover's thoughts, You know me so well.
Hai... I could watch you forever like that. Your alabaster skin against the bruised evening sky.
Goku blushed, his prince never spoke so romantically. Soon they were in bed, naked, Sone lying between them as they held one another, an obvious gesture of protection to their child.
He looks like you. Vejita whispered, his voice becoming husky.
But he smells like you. Goku said in reply, inhaling their son's indigo smell.
The prince was caught off guard slightly and leaned forward to inhale his own smell from his son, You're right... It's just like that candle.
Goku grinned, but it faded all too soon, What's going to happen next?
They'll probably plot something against us. I know you love this retched planet, we'll wait until the last minute to leave.
Goku nodded his thanks, and before long they were all sleeping soundly.
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This is just great. Yamcha muttered. They were all in the living room now, wearing their nightclothes they'd brought along.
What? That the government will come? That you life will be in confusion? Roshi asked, rising to his feet, I'm sure the annoyance you're feeling is nothing compared to the pain they're feeling.
But they're living in their own little world! Yamcha protested.
But aren't you? Have you even tried imagining all the things they've gone through? Meeting a murderer, learning you're an alien, and not just any alien, the most hated known to Earth. Imagine the pain of having to turn yourself in for something you you haven't done but are, losing all your strength, when that's all you've ever depended on/. Not to mention the tests and experiments, the beatings!
Everyone's shameful eyes turned to the ground as Roshi continued, And say you fall in love with the one man the whole world hates, and into the mix a child is thrown, one you weren't ready for, but can't turn away. I'd say you are the one living in your own world. They've tried everything to get along with us Humans, when they could have simply left long ago. With that the old man stalked off to his room.
I... I guess he's right. Chi-Chi said through a sniffle.
I don't know, if you ask me, ever since Vejita showed up, things have been getting worse and worse. I feel Goku's pain, but it's all that damn prince's fault. I know it'd hurt Goku, but I wouldn't mind if he just dropped dead. Yamcha said, crossing his arms.
It's not that I don't like Vejita, he is making Goku happy, I just wish he'd never shown up here. Krillin said through a sigh.
Everyone nodded, Yeah. Let's just hope the government doesn't act too rash about all this. Bulma said, her and Chi-Chi heading upstairs to sleep in Krillin's room, Yamcha and Krillin left to sleep in the living room.
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Sunday morning, normally a day of rest and relaxation. Today, however, was one of the busiest days in the capital's history. Military and guards were standing by for orders, and the president and his generals were sitting in wait in the large spacious office.
The council is finally all here. Dr. Lee is explaining the situation, showing evidence and stating facts only. I'd say another hour or so. The president's assistant said as he stepped into the tense room.
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Vejita's eyes twitched open, something wasn't right. There was a shaky feeling in his mind. Sitting up, he noticed Kakarotto was sitting up in bed, their child gathered in his arms.
What's wrong?
Goku looked up at the sound of his lover's voice, I can feel them gathering.
Vejita sat up as well. He'd come to learn that his mate was capable of sensing the energy of others far better than he, How many?
Too many. We should leave.
Vejita nodded,
Goku's shoulders slumped, his head turning away as his eyes watered, There's no where.
Vejita simply nodded again. Suddenly, however, he felt a growl of hunger, not from his stomach though, yet he'd felt it all the same. He glanced at Kakarotto, he'd never been able to sense his mate's bodily needs before, never knew it was possible. Then he looked down at his son, yes that's what it was. He was sensing his son's hunger.
Goku smiled, watching as realization slowly built upon his prince's face, Let's get some breakfast. Maybe Bulma will have an idea.
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The council has made their decision, the president said, speaking to a room full of curious, meat-eating reporters, Seventy-two percent call for immediate capture, twenty percent say wait, and eight percent remain undecided. Therefore, the troops are preparing.
But what brought on such a decision?! called a brunette woman, her arm extended, the mic in her hand seeming to beg for answers just as she was.
Dr. Lee stepped forward, a young man, his head held high, I'm afraid the once well-respected Dr. Kofun discovered something and the scientific part of him took over all reason... The Saiyajin have multiplied. As we speak there is a Saiyajin child out there. They are breeding. If something isn't done, soon enough there will be too many.
The crown of news-hungry fools gasped at the revelation as they began to murmur amongst themselves.
The doctor stepped away from the mic, he and the president making their way back into the safety behind the curtains and into the complex, Perfect. We'll finally be rid of those creatures. the president boasted.
The president's assistant approached, Things are in order. The fourth rank general is giving military details to the press. The troops are ready.
Yes, and thank you Dr. Lee for providing the final adjustments on Dr. Kofun's weaponry. You're sure it'll work?
The young doctor lifted his chin high, looking the president square in the eyes, There is no need to doubt my work, Sir.
The president nodded, Good. Now, let's get to it.
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To be continued...
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