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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: Ahhh! Don't freak out on me people! I know this is getting semi-depressing, but pull yourselves together. Don't send me spam mail! *Pwease!* And don't stop reading!! I will let you in on a secret, (so you don't stop reading,) this fic has a HAPPY ending!!! Okay? Okay. Now, normally I'd never give that much away, but... *Sigh.* I'm rambling now, aren't I?
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.
XXII
Vejita blinked his eyes open. He was chained high at the wrists, forced to stand, or in his case, hang. His entire body was searing with pain. His chest was the worst, where a chunk of metal rest, having punctured his right lung. Breathing was a bit gurgly, but he was still capable of doing so. His shoulder also had a pullet burried in the flesh, but it wasn't so bad. The hole through his thigh, where'd he'd been shot, was still bleeding. His hands were completely numb, having gone to sleep from the weight of his body and the metal bands chaining him firmly against the wall. Glancing to his left, he could see that his thumb was hanging oddly from his hand, at least he couldn't feel that. That's when he noticed the band around his neck, obviously one of those damned energy restraints. Growling, Vejita cursed the Humans for their technology. If it weren't for the damned thing, he could still manage to escape or at least heal.
A choked sob brought him back to reality and he looked up and forward to see that he and Kakarotto had been separated. The boy was sprawled out on the ground, his hands clutched tightly in fists, a broken sob wrenching itself from his exhausted body now and then.
Vejita said, having to clear his throat and say it again. The boy didn't move. The prince felt he should have known better. Saiyajin often had hard times getting over the death of their children back on Planet Vejita. It wasn't unheard of for mothers to die in the wake of their children, but it was rare. Usually, the dominant one in the pairing pulled them through.
His eyes watered as he whispered, For you, I bleed myself dry. That wasn't enough though, so he said it again, and again, louder this time. Finally, the water was too much in his eyes.
Vejita looked away. He was going to fail again. He'd been unable to fight the Humans away, he'd allowed them to take his son and murder him, and now he was going to watch as his mate was consumed by death. If he were just allowed to be near the boy, there'd be a chance. Kami, he couldn't be left alone at a time like this, blaming himself.
Cursing, Vejita tried to fight the tears away, but it was hopeless.
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Bulma woke first. They'd all spent the night in front of the Presidential Complex, waiting. Still, they'd gotten no word.
As the sun continued to rise, the others slowly woke. It wasn't long after when the reporters started showing up.
Bulma wiped her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair. As she approached one of the reporters, she straightened her clothing.
Ahem, excuse me? she said, trying to sound as sweet as possible.
The man turned, He appeared tired, his black-framed glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.
Have you heard anything?
The man gave the young girl a look over, obviously she wasn't a rival reporter, Some fifty people were killed, the committee's gathering as we speak. he said, pushing his large glasses up.
Bulma smiled her thanks and turned to head back and give the others the news. Things weren't looking good at all.
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The president and many others were waiting impatiently in the large office of their leader. The information had been given to the old men by a young doctor who had experienced the hell first hand, but that was hours ago. How long could it possibly take for them to make their decision?
The president's assistant stepped into the room, gaining everyone's attention, They've made their decision.
After a moment, he went on, Prince Vejita is to be exeuted as soon as possible, a first time one hundred percent decision.
The president sighed in relief, And the boy?
He's to live out his life in a heavily guarded institution in South City.
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Hey! Someone's coming over! Krillin said, jumping to his feet.
They hurried along with the crowd, forming a semi-circle around the man, guards trying their best to keep everyone under control, Quiet, quiet!
It didn't take long for the group to grow silent, the reporters holding thei mics out to catch every word, As you know, there was an incident yesterday. After the destruction of the experiment, S One, the Saiyajin Prince broke free and murdered fifty-three people. The committee has come together and found that the prince should be executed as soon as possible. That is all.
Chi-Chi stepped forward, Wait! What about Goku?! her small voice cried out.
He's to be transported to an institution where he will live out his life. That is all. This time the man turned and left befor emore questions could be called out, the guards holding everyone back as they managed to get the gates shut.
Kami! Goku has to be moved to an institution? What's happened? Yamcha said, dark circles forming under his eyes.
Were you listening to what the guy said? Roshi grumbled, They're going to kill Vejita.
He did kill all those people. Bulma said, her voice tiny, her eyes staring at her feet.
They killed his son! Roshi exploded, looking each of them over.
Krillin sighed, Still, he shouldn't have attacked them. What did he think was going to happen?
Yamcha said, agreeing.
Roshi shook his head, I guess you could justify it like that, but one thing's for sure, Goku's on his own now. His friends have abandoned him. With that, the old man turned and began walking away, heading for home.
Chi-Chi's mouth hung open, But... But...
He just doesn't understand. Bulma scoffed. Of course they were there for Goku. Just because they could understand why the committee had made the decision they made, didn't make them heartless.
I guess they're not going to let us in to see Goku. Krillin said through a sigh.
Bulma shook her head, No, I don't think so, but maybe they will after he's been at that institution for a while.
Chi-Chi sniffed, wiping her tears away, What now?
I guess we should get home. We can't do anything for Goku here. Yamcha said, digging in his pocket for his Capsule.
They all nodded in agreement.
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Vejita watched as the president came through the dungeon door, many guards in tow as well as a new scientist and his assistant, he growled.
It's surprising he's still alive. the young doctor woman said, seemingly amazed.
The president rolled his eyes, He's Saiyajin, they're like cockroaches.
Vejita bared his teeth, You didn't seem to have too much trouble with my son. He voice was deep and husky, his eyes slitted and evil as glared from beneath his brow.
The president coughed, turning, Now, if you would open the door.
At that, two guards stepped forward and began unlocking the chans used to hold the broken door to it's frame. Moments later, Son Goku's cage was open, the door moved to the side.
The doctor stepped forward, looking the boy over, He doesn't appear to be injured... She felt something in the boy's pocket and retrieved the tiny object, Sir, it's his barrier locator chip.
The president moved forward, unafraid of the seemingly comatose Saiyajin, That's impossible. Unless... He turned to look at the prince. Kami! They'd removed the microchips? For how long now? It was hard to even imagine... Dr. Kofun had implanted them deep within their chests. The knowledge would surely raise questions. If they'd been capable of leaving, why hadn't they? It was possible the committee would rethink their decision. However, the president kept quiet. He'd seen first hand that the damned prince was an evil murderer. The creature didn't deserve to live.
Goku was still now, his eyes blinking now and then, nothing more. He didn't feel it as strong hands lifted him by the arms. His head drooped to the side, his limbs limp.
Vejita's eyes widened as he watched them move Kakarotto, Wait! Where are you taking him?
The president stepped close to the prince's cage, He's being moved to an institution.
Vejita's mind raced, Why? For how long?
Well, it's obvious why. the doctor said, chuckling.
How long? Vejita ground out.
He's to serve out his sentence there. the woman said, becoming serious.
Vejita's need to be seen as strong and tough melted, Kami, no... You've taken my son, now you want to take my mate. He'll die without me.
The president narrowed his eyes, the prince seemed serious.
the doctor asked, looking from the prince to Goku and back again, You don't mean?
Tears spilled over, drenching the prince's cheeks, Hai... Kami, don't take him from me.
The president shook his head, Orders are orders. It's the law. And with a simple gesture, they all started moving away, heading for the exit.
Vejita forced his feet to stand, using what little strength he had to jerk mightily at the chains holding him, No! Kakarotto, wake up! Kami!
His eyes grew wild as the dorr was swung open and they started to disappear from view, Remember, Kakarotto! For you, I bleed myself dry! Remember!
Vejita roared and shouted to no avail, repeating his devotion. He yanked at the chains, pulling with all his weight. Soon his legs grew weak though and he collapsed, only to hang from his arms again. Once he'd given up on yelling, he simply cried, his teeth clenched. He knew that only death lay ahead, and he could do nothing to save or protect his mate. Disgraceful.
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Samantha Rei and her crew were waiting at the back of the complex just as they'd been ordered. The ten guards that were to return with them had already arrived and were waiting along with them.
Finally, large double doors swung open and a horde of guards came out, two of them dragging the Saiyajin known as Son Goku.
When she'd been called, she'd lept at the opportunity. She was one of the few people who believed Son Goku wasn't a threat, and she'd been one of the first to mail her signature to those kids in East City making the petition.
She helped open the doors to the van they'd come in, and the boy was laid upon a haird-backed cot built onto their transportation vehicle. Once they'd strapped him in, she stepped back to have a word with the president, her crew finishing up with closing the van.
So, what exactly is wrong with him? she asked, her voice deep for a woman.
Depression I suppose, at the loss of the experiment.
Samanatha nodded. In other words, they didn't know shit. And the fact that they;d executed an innocent child peeved her to no end.
Well, if that's all then, we'll be on our way. she said, stepping back.
The president nodded, Good luck.
Smanatha gave a big fake toothy smile and climbed into the passenger seat of the van. Soon they were off, the guards following in their own vehicle.
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The facility was known as Kotondo, Mental Health, founded by Dr. Kotondo some fifty years ago. Upon arriving, two healthy male nurses hefted the Saiyajin boy in their arms and took him inside. His room was in the back, so it was a long walk.
Samantha followed as well as a few others and all the guards. She turned on her heel before entering the boy's room.
I don't want any of you stepping foot past these doors unless there's a real emergency. Two of you can stand guard here at a time. Sharon, she said, looking to one of the orderlies, Show these fellows around.
After a nod from the young girl, Dr. Rei stepped into the room. Other than herself and the Saiyajin, there were two nurses, an orderly, and another doctor in the room. Actually, all his vitals were perfectly normal.
Let him rest. We'll try talking with him tomorrow. Maybe we can get him to wake up. she said through a smile, knowing there was a good chance. She was the highest ranking doctor in the facility and was fairly confident of her abilities.
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Chi-Chi yawned, more than exhausted as she and the others gathered for lunch, Have you heard?
Bulma looked up,
They moved Goku to an institution in South City. I think it was called Kotondo something or another.
Bulma nodded, Yeah, I heard.
Where is that place? Krillin asked, more than curious.
Yamcha said, leaning back, South City is about a half an hour away.
The way you drive! Bulma yelled, It takes more like an hour.
Yamcha chuckled, But I don't know where that Kotondo place is. Never heard of it.
I can look it up. Bulma said, fingering her empty soda can.
Chi-Chi sighed, taking the final sip of her tea as the bell rang for them to return to class, We should try to go see him sometime. She only recieved a few nods in reply.
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Sir, when should we schedule the execution?
The president sighed, Well, you heard the committee... As soon as possible. Council is bustling about procedure. So, I guess as soon as perparations are made.
The woman doctor stepped forward, Yes, the staff is putting together a safe mean sof controlling the Saiyajin. It sertainly won't be easy.
Right, what do they have so far?
The woman looked over some notes she was carrying, Well, it should take place a lab very close to the dungeon. No windows, one multiple locking door... Not to mentionwho's to do it.
That would be your job as chief scientist. the president chuckled.
Heh heh... Right. Well, I won't be able to do it on my own. We'll have to ask for volunteer guards and doctors.
Okay, so how long is all that going to take?
Well, we aso need some unbreakable restraints. It seems death heightens their abilities. So, I'd say a week or more. The woman said, looking up at the president for a reaction.
The leader simply sighed again, Right. A week.
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Goku maoned. Someone was shaking him lightly. He didn't want to wake up though. The pain was so strong, it hurt so much.
Son Goku, it's Thrusday evening. We have dinner for you if you wake up. Samantha said soothingly. It was strange though. The boy was grunting and writhing as if he were in physical pain. It was risky, but she didn't know anything about the Saiyajin, and he obviously wasn't getting any better...
Nurse, would you get me a pain killer? she said calmly, never taking her eyes off the boy.
By mouth? Or a hyperdermic?
Samantha chose the latter, deciding she didn't want her fingers near those teeth. Besides, a needle would work faster. Soon enough the nurse came bustling back into the room, and seconds later they'd given the boy his shot.
It took about thrity minutes, but he began to come around.
Goku blinked his eyes open. The pain was dulled, but his mind was racing with dark, depressing thoughts. It would have surely killed a normal person, but then again, he wasn't normal. A woman was sitting on the bed he lie on. She was staring at him with a sweet smile, her hair about a thousand springy read curls.
How are you feeling? she asked, resting a hand on his right shin.
Goku slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, finding that he was extremely weak. He simply stared at her, a questioning look on his face.
You're in South City... In a mental health facility. You're here to get better and live out your life.
Goku shook his head, looking to the few other people that occupied the room. A short squatty woman in a white hat like something folded from paper, a large, tall, dark man with his arms crossed, and a somewhat young man, very thin. Finally, his gaze came back to the woman closest to him, her cheks were littered with freckles.
I'm Dr. Samantha Rei. You can call me Sam. This is your room. She said, her smile widening as she gestured to the room as if it were some grand thing.
Goku shook his head again, he searched his ming, but couldn't find what he was looking for,
It took her a moment to realize that the boy was refering to the child that had been executed. She simply shook her head.
Goku's eyes watered, His voice was pleading, cracking with sorrow. He remembered... He remembered what Vejita had said, but he couldn't remember why, For you, I bleed myself dry. The words echoed in his mind, it was like some kind of goodbye. Kami, he was so alone!
Goku fell back in the bed, his eyes squeazed shut. There was no reason to live. Sone was dead and Vejita was being held somewhere else... And judging from the few surges he felt from his lover, they weren't going to see each other for a while.
Try not to think about all that just yet. Here, Sam said, turning to retrieve a tray from one of the men, You haven't eaten in some days. The tray had little legs and rested over his thighs, like some sort of miniature table. Food was heaped uon a single plate. Everything from bread rolls to peas to some sort of well-cooked meat. There was also a large glass filled to the brim with crystal clear water.
He nodded slightle and began nibbling at his meal. The roll was the best and he ate it all. The greens he didn't want, nor the fruit. The meat smelled enticing, but it was far too well-done. He wanted blood. All in all it wasn't bad, but he just didn't feel his appetite at all. He knew deep down that his old self would have devoured everything and then pleaded for more.
He was left alone as he ate, but the woman returned when he'd finished, Feeling better? she asked.
Goku's eyes watered again as he shook his head, This time it was a request rather than a question.
Sam shook her head, No, I'm sorry, but you can't see him.
The water filled his vision and everything appeared blury.
Samantha watched as the boy began crying, turning over in his bed, and pressing his face into the pillows as he began to sob. She frowned, if the boy only knew that he'd never be seeing again.
I'll be back later with some supper. Maybe you'll want to talk more then. With that she left the room, leaving Goku to try on his own, all alone.
His tears were seemingly endless. It felt as if he'd been crying for years. When had he last been happy? It felt like so long ago. His very soul ached with separation. He missed his son. He missed his mate. Kami, he even missed his friends! He felt so alone in this strange new place.
Some hours later, his tears seemed to run out, for the moment anyway. Goku sat up in his little single-sized bed. It was one like Krillin slept on, a metal frame lifting it off the ground, the mattress springy and stiff. He missed his old futon. He missed the bed he and Vejita had shared at the motel. It too had had a frame, but it's mattress had been similar to his futon.
Theroom was meant to seem homey, a night table on either side of the bed, a dresser against one wall, a simple desk against another wall, a couple chairs, and several lamps. None of the simple furnishings helped. It was too sterile, everything done in white. It reminded Goku of the many laboratories he'd seen.
One thing remained, however, he was still wearing his gi. It was stained and tattered... But if he pressed his nose harde enough into the material, beyond his own scent and the filth, he could smell little Sone, and along with the faint scent, he could smell indigo spice. Goku breathed in deeply.
Moments later he was wriggling out of his clothes, balling them up tight and placing them beside his pillow. With that done, he lie back down, holding his clothes like some kind of stuffed toy, a security blanket, there to remind him of reality. The intoxicating scent of his prince... His mate was lost to him, although, he couldn't be positive of that. He just knew that he was unable to sense him. Deep down he could feel their link still held, they were still connected. Vejita wasn't dead, but they were so far apart and held as prisoners. It seemed so hopeless.
Clutching his only possession, Goku fought back new tears. He could feel the drug they'd given him in his system. He could aslo feel that it was wearing off. His body seemed to ache with the physical pain of so much loss, and his thoughts were following suit, pulling more and more melancholy emotions and notions. Before it could completely take hold of him though, his exhaustion overcame and he drifted into a nightmarish sleep. At least it was more peaceful than being awake.
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Samantha leaned back in her office chair, causing it to creak. She'd returned hours ago from Son Goku's room. The meal sh'd brought him had gone to waist though. When she'd arrived, she'd found that he was sleeping, in the nude no less. Clutching his clothes to his chest. It was a peaceful sight until she'd noticed the slight shivers racking his body.
The pain killers had owrn off anf she'd decided to give him another dose. He visibly calmed, his face smoothing out as he continued to sleep. She hadn't had the heart to wake him, instead leaving the tray of food beside his bed before exiting the small room.
It was now far passed her bed time, the sky having gone black long ago. She knew she was a workaholic, but it didn't bother her. She truly wanted to help Son Goku. it was a challenge, her way of making a difference, of proving her existence. She would not fail.
It was obvious that his current state of utter depression was caused by the loss of the Saiyajin child. Somehow she was going to have to make him understand that life must go on. Even more distressing though, was the way the boy had repeatedly asked for earlier. The prince seemed to be a very important person to the boy. It was almost as if simply being separated from the other Saiyajin was causing the depression to be quite severe.
How was she going to tell the boy that his dear friend and fellow Saiyajin was to be executed soon? She couldn't keep it from hin, he'd find out eventually. If anything, it'd be better for him to understand beforehand. That way, if possible, Son Goku could say his goodbyes and perhaps continue on with his life even after the double loss.
It was so mind reeling! Still unsure exactly what she was going to do, Dr. Rei rose from her seat, shaking her head. No more! She had to go home! She had to get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
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Samantha Rei had a bounce in her step as she entered the main hall of the large complex. A few turns and she was at the main desk in the center of the massive building.
A hefty round woman of a nurse looked up from her computer, smiling to her boss, Hello, Dr. Rei, good morning.
Samantha nodded, smiling in return. She always encouraged cheery politeness from her staff, So, how does my day look?
As you requested, your entire morning is for Son Goku.
The doctor's smile widened. Great! She'd really hoped the staff could take on her usual morning patients. Now she had her chance to really sit and try with the boy. She just knew she could get him talking, perhaps even get him to open up by noon.
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Goku had barely managed six hours of sleep, but try as he might, he couldn't sleep longer. So, he lie in bed, staring at the dull, white ceiling, seemingly blue in the shadowy darkness. As it turned out, there was a single light above the door that never went out, and it cast false darkness that managed to capture his interests. He liked looking at the ceiling, tracing the outlines of the shadows and casts of light with his eyes.
The thin sheet was pulled haphazardly over his feet as he let the cool air caress his nude form. His clothes lie beside him, a hand resting on their bluk. A few more moments passed, and he recognized a slight shift in the air, a wams current coming from under the door rather than the vent above him. Someone was coming.
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Dr. Rei didn't find it uncomfortable to be prestented with such frank nudity. In all honesty, she was used to it. Many of her patients seemed to find themselves in similar states. However, as she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her, she moved to the little dresser, pulling forth a simple white button up shirt and a pair of matching drawstring pants.
Good morning. I hope you slept well.
Goku slowly sat up, looking at her with sorrowful eyes, Do you have more of that stuff you were givin' me with those needles?
Samantha was a little thrown off... She'd thought it would take hours simply to get the bot to say a single word let alone a complete sentence. After the little surprise, the meaning of his words sank in and she smiled, nodding. Moments later sh'd made a call on her portable phone and a nurse was on her way.
Goku shook his head, chuckling, Not so long ago I would have rather died that get a needle.
Pulling up a chair, Dr. Rei set the change of clothes down on the bed before taking a seat herself, If you'd like to get dressed, these should fit. I could have those cleaned for you, she said, gesturing to the bundle of filthy material, And you chould where them tomorrow perhaps.
Goku grabbed them away before the doctor could get a hold of them, No, leave them like this... Please. I'll put some clothes on, just... Don't take these away. He said, quickly rising, stumbling somewhat as he pulled the new, thin material over his body.
Samantha thought she understood the boy's attachment and smimled, Don't worry, you can keep them. It's not a problem.
Just as Goku finished covering himself, a young man stepped into the room with a small tray in his hands. The red-headed doctor nodded to him and he left after leaving the tray and its contents. The Earth Saiyajin frowned at the shiny point of the injection as he sat on the edge of the bed.
Dr. Rei was careful as she inserted the needle in the meat of the boy's upper arm. He was looking away, trying his best to remain calm. It was obvious he had a fear of such things, so, she was being sure not to cause any pain as to further that fear.
There, that's done. she said, taking her seat again, The pain killers are helping then.
Goku rubbed at his arm, nodding, though he hadn't known that's what he'd been given, all he knew what that it worked.
Good. It seems they're wearing off a little quicker on you.. I'll have a nurse come give you another about every eight hours. How's that? after the boy had nodded again, she went on, Then, as I help you coe to terms with everything, we can try and slowly take you off of them.
Come to terms? Goku questioned, not quite sure why he was there and what they planned to do to him.
Yes, I'm here to help you.
He shook his head, I don't want your help.
Well, I'm afraid the government has ordered you to live out the remainder of your life here... So, it'd be best if you let me help you. That way you can at least be happy.
Goku sighed, this wasn't sounding good, IS this a lab then?
Samantha asked, then remembering that the boy had been through many tests and his fear was reemerging, No, this isn't a lab. This is the Kotondo, Mental Health facility. Here, we hep people become mentally and emotionally well.
Goku wasn't quite sure he understood, but he nodded anyway, How come Jita's not here too?
Samantha's smile faded instantly, His sentence is different that yours. He's being held elsewhere.
His eyes lit up somewhat, Where? Can I see him?
Samantha simply shook her head, watching as the light in the boy's eyes slowly dimmed.
What's going to happen to him?
I think we should wait on that. I want to be honest with you, but there are other things I'd like to deal with first.
He's still wearing those bands, isn't he? Is that why I can't sense him? Goku was nearly pleading, watching as the woman across from him simply remained silent. It didn't seem she knew much about his mate. She was just in charge of him.
Let's talk about the child. Samantha said finally after several minutes had passed. The boy had seemed to calm again, but as she spoke, he visibly cringed at her words.
I thought he was called S One.
Goku shook his head, That's what those scientists were callin' him, but Sone was a better name. The words were slow and forced. It was so hard to talk about!
I see... You didn't spend much time with him did you?
Goku's eyes watered, his fists clenching, Are you trying to hurt me?
Dr. Rei sighed, No, of course not, but I want to brinnng the hurt to the front so we can deal with it.
Deal with it? Like it's somethin' I don't want? Goku's tears hekd fast, his anger welling up now.
Well, isn't it?
No, this pain is all I know. I have to keep it. Goku's nearly raging voice down to a whisper now.
You know that's not true. I can help you, I'm very good at what i do. Please, just try.
Goku shook his head, My son died only three days ago and you want me to get over it already?
I know it's soon, but there are pressing issues that I would like to get out in the open that are much more important... Before I can though, I want you to realize that there was nothing either you or the other Saiyajin could have done for the child.
Goku's eyes watered up again, We should have protected him. We let him down.
There was nothing, you were both held prisoner. It's simply a tragedy of bad timing that your son was born during such times.
Goku looked up, You think we did it?
Samantha was caught a little off guard, What do you mean?
You think we brought Sone into this word?
Well, a public statement was given... The reason for your recapture... You were reproducing.
Such liars! These Humans he trusted... Such liars! No, that's not it... I was gettin' really sick and I found out it was cause that lab had made a baby, my baby.
Dr. Rei had had a sneaky suspicioun this was so, It's true then... They created a child from your DNA then used it against you.
Goku asked, more confused by the term.
Yes, your blood, your genetic make up.
Nu-uh, they made Sone from my... And Jita's... the words fumbled in his mouth. He couldn't quite remember what it was called, it was all so confusing.
Samantha's eyes widened in disbelief. The child was actually their child, created from them as any other child was created. She knew the government had said the Saiyajin were capable of reproducing, but she hadn't really believed. It was wrong on so many levels. They'd created a child simply to murder it in order to get what they wanted. It was horrifying what her fellow man were capable of.
All this crazy stuff... I thought it was all juts cause Humans were scared of us, that they didn't know what else to do, but I was wrong. They're not scared... They hate us. So much hate. We should have left when we had tha chance. Jita wanted me to, but no... I just knew it would all work out. I had so much faith. I wonder where it all went. the last was mumbled as Goku wiped at his eyes. His stomach made a small noise, one surely unheard to the lovely doctor. It was an odd feeling, he wasn't hungry and he hadn't eaten much in a while, but strangely enough, he felt nauseous.
The freckle-faced doctor felt her own eyes water some what. They'd come so much further than she'd anticipated. Son Goku was going to be fine, but for how long? Simply knowing the other Saiyajin was still alive had seemingly opened him up. making it possible for them to talk about Sone. What was going to happen once the Saiyajin Prince had been executed?
She knew she was supposed to just get the boy to a state of mental well being... But she wanted to do so much more! Her passion in life was helping others, this was a great opportunity to right a great wrong. It was something to definately think about.
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To be continued...
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