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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
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Author's Notes: I'm posting pretty often now, aren't I? ^_^ I'm so proud of myself! ^_^ I hope you guys are enjoying this! This chapter's not nearly as long as my last couple have been, but I'm afraid I have somewhere to be tonight. *Hee hee... Someone (me) has a hot date!* ^_^ Oh, and I should warn you guys, this chapter's pretty dark with much violence. Well... On with you! ^_^
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.
XXI
The next morning, Goku and Vejita awoke to the clanging of metal. Their eyes drifted open to see the president, Dr. Lee, and many guards.
Our government has made it's decision. The president said, noticing that they seemed week, obviously from lack of food.
Vejita's eyes narrowed, he was expecting the worst.
You're to remain imprisoned here for the rest of your lives. The president said coldly, watching as surprise came over the Saiyajins' faces. He hadn't expected that.
Dr. Lee stepped forward, motioning for the guards to open the door, We need to run some tests on the experiment though. So, if you'll kindly hand over the child.
Vejita pushed himself to his feet, baring his teeth in a vicious growl. The stuck up little prick backed up rather quickly, fear flashing across his eyes.
Goku watched as five of the guards filed into the room. He clutched Sone to his chest. In one blow, Vejita was knocked to the ground, a bruise forming instantly. He was on his feet again though, and Goku watched as he struggled. It took four of them to hold him down.
The Earth Saiyajin pushed himself to his feet. He didn't have the energy Vejita had, and it was work for him to back away. He quickly found himself in a corner. Sone began to cry, as if he knew something the rest of them didn't.
Come now, Dr. Lee insisted, Hand the child over.
Tears welled in Goku's eyes, No, stay back.
Vejita's shouts echoed off the walls as three guards came forward, snatching the baby from Goku's arms. Goku put up a fight though, kicking one man in the balls and biting another's arm down to the bone.
All at once they let off and bolted for the door, slamming the cage shut. Both Goku and Vejita were shouting as the doctor took the baby in his arms.
No! Don't Kami-sama... No! Goku screamed, nearly squealing as the group filed out of the dungeon.
A fire lit in Vejita's eyes and hatred he hadn't known in a long time boiled within him. He stood silent, his hands gripping the bars furious, but try as he might, his strength wouldn't build and he was unable to do a thing... Not a single damned thing!
Goku sank to the floor in the corner closest to the exit, where he'd had his last glimpse of his crying son. The tears flowed freely and he sobbed like a child, his hands on the bars as well, begging them to give way. It was useless though, his voice hitching as he continued to sob.
Moments later Vejita was there, taking his mate into his arms, rubbing, soothing, kissing, loving. None of it helped. All they could do was hope. Perhaps the Humans wanted nothing more than to run some tests, just as they'd said.
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Master Roshi had decided to pass on his usual aerobics show, instead watching the news for word on his best pupil. The kids were at school, how they were able to attend in such situations was beyond him. They were even planning on staying at the lovely Bulma's house for the night.
Sitting back in his favorite chair, Roshi flipped to channel five news. A big breasted woman stood before the capital building.
The old man said, sipping at his beer.
I'm Melissa Torri here in front of the Presidential Complex in Capital City, where it has just been announced that the committee's decision has been made. The woman paused to flip through her notes, her red hair blowing in her eyes.
Once she'd brushed her hair away, she continued, Yes, it's been decided that both Saiyajin, Son Goku and Prince Vejita will remain imprisoned in the dungeon beneath the complex for the remainder of their lives. However, the Saiyajin experiment, S One, will be destroyed as soon as possible.
Roshi sat up, his mouthful of beer spraying forth, soaking the TV screen.
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Goku was huddles in Vejita's arms when he suddenly felt his stomach turn. He barely managed to pull away in time.
Vejita starred wide-eyed. Why was the boy vomiting? Their second day without food was drawing to a close, whatever was left in their stomachs needed to stay there.
I think I'm sick. Goku mumbled, moving back into the warm embrace.
Vejita shook his head, It might just be all that's happened.
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Bulma and the others were in her bedroom, watching her small television when Mrs. Torri gave her evening report.
Oh my... Chi-Chi gasped, staring wide-eyed along with the others,
It was horrific. How could they do such a thing?
They all knew how attached Goku and Vejita were to that child. The fact that they were going to execute a child was appalling enough! Surely the two Saiyajin would do something. Vejita had said something about how their species was capable of great strength during moments of death. They all hoped it was true. Otherwise, it was the end of their happy lives. Goku would never be the same.
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Dr. Lee stepped into the largest laboratory in the facility, the infant in his arms. The blinds from a large, glass viewing window had been lifted, and the president, along with many other heads of state, were watching solemnly.
Scientists littered the room, most of them standing back. Dr. Lee placed the experiment on a large table covered with a simple white sheet.
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Sone opened his eyes, letting his wails die away. His life was so confusing, he rarely knew what was going on around him. Still, there were a few precious days he could remember when he had people who loved him and cared for him in a way that made him feel at peace.
He was cold, his little body naked. Instinctively, his furry brown tail began to twitch. Looking around, all he could really see was white. After tossing his head back and forth several times, a face finally came into view, but he couldn't recognize it.
Fear churned in his warm belly. He'd been so hungry, but the ones that loved him had filled him with their blood. He knew something bad was happening and something worse was going to happen.
Goose bumps littered his sensitive skin as something wet was rubbed on his chubby little arm. He began crying as a pain followed, a small stick followed by a fiery stinging.
His cries quieted though, a sort of numbness starting in his arms and moving to the rest of his limbs. Little lungs worked hard, but still, there didn't seem to be enough air in the room. Unable to even cry out anymore, little Sone worked at staying alive.
His entire body seemed to be numb now. His heart barely beating, his lungs tightening in his tiny chest, causing him to gasp and sputter for oxygen that would never come. A little trail of drool trailed its way down his supple cheek.
The numbness was a pain now, and Kami how it hurt! The baby's little body convulsed as his brain felt the beginning's of the deadly pain. Thoughts slowed as well as movements.
Sone knew that he'd been born into a seeming hell, but at least there were two people out there who loved him and would never forget him, his family. Strangely, he could feel their energies, when he couldn't before. They were small. one oh-so-sad and the other terrifyingly angry.
With what little energy he had left, he sent a feeling of sorrow and goodbye to his parents. Little eyes that were clenched shut fell open, the life drained from their inky depths. Son Sone, Saiyajin Prince, was dead.
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Goku lifted his head from his lover's shoulder, Do you feel that?
Vejita remained silent, pushing his senses to the limit. Then it hit him. It was their son. He was in pain, he was dying. Though it was only a feeling, it was a clear message, a sorrowful goodbye.
Kami, Vejita! Do you feel that!? Goku screamed, pulling away from his prince, pressing his back against the bars of their cage. Tears blurred his vision and his strength began draining quickly. Sobs racked his body, his voice raspy and hitching as he wailed his pain.
Vejita tried to take hold of his mate, but Kakarotto only pushed him away, moving away from him, You- You were supposed to protect us! the Earth Saiyajin screamed, his face wet with tears.
Vejita stepped back, his anger building behind his blank, hurt expression.
You were supposed to fucking protect us! He's dead! He's fucking dead! Goku screamed on, his rage quickly burning out. His body convulsing as he fell over, clutching the filthy cement floor, sobbing loudly.
Vejita clenched his fists. The boy was right. He'd failed his mate and child, his family. He'd allowed his son, the prince, to be taken and killed, and soon his mate would perish as well.
His expression hardening, Vejita turned, letting his rage build and build. He'd never felt such a hatred. He could feel his old self surfacing. Those days had been wonderful, back when he was searching for Freeza. There had been nothing but blood and screams and he'd reveled in it.
Pulling the small microchip from his boot, he crushed the tiny thing in his fist.
Growling, his teeth bared, Vejita took hold of his left thumb, snapping the bone with strength he hadn't had moments ago. The pain was immense, but nothing compared to what his mate was going through.
The shiny silver cuff slid easily off his hand, and instantly he could feel some of his power returning. It was just enough to break the band from his right wrist, the device crumbling away, clanging against the floor.
More power raced through his veins and he smiled feraly, his eyes wild. Tearing the restraints from his ankles was simple, and seconds later he was fully powered up. Stepping forward, he ripped the barred door of their cage away, tossing it to the side easily.
Goku couldn't think, let alone notice what was going on around him. He was somewhat aware of Vejita leaving, but it didn't matter. His child was dead. His sobbing had dried his throat, but it was nothing. His brain felt as if it were swelling in his head, his body was moving of it's own accord, writhing on the floor. His tears burned his skin, but he didn't notice. It felt as if his soul was teetering on the edge of reality. All he could feel was pain, loneliness, and the sorrow of death.
Vejita gave one last glance at his mate before blasting through the dungeon exit.
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Sir! The barrier locator chip and the K-force restraints on the prince...! They've been disabled! shouted a young scientist as she raced towards the president from a lab far down the hall.
Sir! Sir! There's an attack going on in the north wing! Dr. Seiko reported many deaths before the connection was severed! shouted the third lieutenant, stopping to catch his breath as he approached the president.
Shit... Call up the guards! I want the entire military here NOW! the president roared. It was too late though. He could see the Saiyajin approaching far down the hall.
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Vejita simply grinned, his teeth flashing white with spatters blood across his face. His hands were drenched in the sticky, red substance.
He could see the fools now. That fucking president and his followers. They were up ahead.
Ten guards trotted towards him, rifles ready. They managed to pull the triggers before Vejita managed to blast them into oblivion. One bullet buried itself deep in his shoulder, another going clear through the meat of his thigh.
It was strange that their bullets were affecting him... His subconscious wasn't focusing and his body was exhausted, his energy was surging, but it lacked concentration, the thought was a blink in his mind.
Finally reaching the boastful leader, Vejita grinned, raising his arms and turning his palm forward. He'd planned on blasting the president, but his plan changed as he suddenly caught a glimpse of what lie behind the large window.
His heart skipped a beat as the pale lifeless body of his son zapped him into reality. Without a thought he entered the lab, grabbing Dr. Lee by the throat. His fist closed slowly and he relished the feel of the puny man's esophagus collapsing and his spine snapping. Fearful eyes turned dull and he tossed the lifeless body to the side.
His movements slowed as he neared the baby. Tears welled in the prince's eyes as he lifted the seemingly weightless body and hugged it tight.
Pain seared through his chest, nearly causing him to topple over. Quickly, he lay his son back down, feeling the rage return. Turning, he saw that three guards were aiming guns at him, many scrawny scientists rushing out of the room. The bullet they'd fired had hit him in his back, piercing a long and he could feel it filling with blood.
Vejita's eyes widened feraly as he cocked hi head to the side, his teeth gleaming with fury in a wicked grin. His power seemed to be doubling within him, this new pulsing rage honing his focus, and as another short was fired, he laughed.
The guards shit their pants as he caught the bullet with his bare hand, letting it drop to the floor. With a roar of agony and delight, he blasted the guards, many doctors, and most of the walls away.
The drain from the blast was immense, but he didn't care. Turning his attention back the president and his followers, Vejita let the power build in his fist again. With the bastard dead, he could leave this planet with his mate and they'd destroy it from the safety of space.
Surprisingly, an old man stepped before him, holding a large device. The prince looked puzzled for a moment. Then he suddenly remembered the remote from the ship. Before he could destroy the damned thing, the fool had activated it, and he was screaming.
The pain was immense, but he rode it like a wave on the ocean, taking it in. Though he was enjoying the pain, it held him fast and the next thing he knew, he was blacking out, the world fading away.
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Krillin, Bulma, Master Roshi, Chi-Chi, and Yamcha were gathered in front of the Presidential Complex along with many others, mostly reporters. The news had leaked out that the Saiyajin child had been executed and the prince had gone insane, murdering many. Nothing had been said of Goku and they were dying to know if their friend was okay.
I can't believe this! Bulma wailed, giving people ugly looks as they bumped into her.
It's like the whole army's here. Yamcha marveled, his eyes roaming over the hundreds of soldiers and guards.
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Hours later, the president was sitting in his office, answering questions and giving orders as people rushed in and out.
The president's assistant stepped into the room, The count's finished. Thirty-two guards and twenty-one scientists. That's a total of fifty-three dead.
The large man sighed, I thought I was one of them. I've never been so afraid. I guess destroying the experiment wasn't such a good idea.
No, I suppose not. They have him sedated heavily, chained in separate quarters than Son Goku with a K-Force restraint around his neck. He's badly injured too. He was shot in the shoulder, leg, and chest. He's bleeding heavily and seems to be having trouble breathing.
The president nodded, And what of Son Goku?
He was thought dead, but it turns out he's gone insane as well, totally blanked out.
Right. Guess we better have the committee gather again in the morning. Something had to be done. Give a report in favor of the prince's execution, try to persuade the old men.
The assistant nodded, And Son Goku?
The president shrugged, It doesn't matter.
Right. I'll get to it. You should probably get home, Sir. The crew's nearly finished cleaning. Some detectives are coming over. The place is going to be crawling with investigators. Plus, we're have funerals to attend once this is all settled, better get your rest while you can.
Sighing, Yeah, you're right, but I probably won't be able to sleep. I bet I have nightmares about that damned Saiyajin for the rest of my life. the president said, easily remembering that evil grin and all that blood.
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To be continued...
So, what did you guys think? Will Vejita be killed as well? Or will Goku snap out of it and save the day? Ah! Poor Saiyajin!
Again, sorry about the shortness. I'll post again real soon.
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