Hi, you all. Just wanted to say something. I'm wrote part of this under the effects of anti-allergenic medicine, which besides getting me awfully sleepy, also put me in a weird mood. Thus some parts might get a little confusing. Don't hesitate to ask! ^^
Chapter 15: Aftermath.
"Ii Kami-sama*!" Videl exclaimed at the sight of the battered prince. His fine clothes were torn in some places, singed in others. There was plenty of dirt, grime and blood covering him, as well as already purple bruises adorning his tanned skin; a considerably large one on his left side of the face. A thin trail of blood escaped his mouth matching another that escaped the large scrape above his right eyebrow and dribbled over his closed right eye.
The prince was soon being fawned over by his mate, who attempted to lead the limping man to the nearest seat, only to have her hand slapped away with a snarl.
"Don't be such a hard-headed idiot and let me help you, damn it! We can all see you're hurt and we'd also like to know what happened." Bulma protested in a firm tone, staring right into the proud man's eyes.
"Vegeta, where's my son?" Chichi asked him upon standing next to Bulma, hands holding her hope before her.
"I can barely feel his ki. What happened? Is he hurt? Where is he?" Videl also questioned from her spot in front of the chair she'd been sitting. When Vegeta came in she had shot up to her feet, hopefully expecting to see Gohan's form come in behind the man.
Vegeta turned to look at Chichi, then at Videl, as both spoke. Then he looked at Goku's back. He hadn't moved from his place on the floor, facing the balcony doors, since they had returned from the academy. He had not spoken since Gohan left either, buried too deep in his own thoughts to participate in the worry driven conversation exchanged between his wife and childhood friend.
"Please Vegeta. Tell me something." Chichi pleaded in an unfittingly quiet but at the same time distressed tone, while she wrung her hands nervously and her pleading eyes begged to be given a comforting answer; be it a relieving truth or a white lie. Just make it good news.
"Where is he? Why isn't he with you!?" Videl's urgent tone drifted off as she took hurried steps to him.
"Well!? Aren't you gonna answer? We're worried sick!" Bulma raised her voice another octave.
Vegeta's head snapped back at the women as his face reddened in exasperation, which combined with his swollen eye, would have made a very funny picture had the situation been different.
"Would you shut the fuck up!?" He yelled, making the three of them cringe at the suddenness of his outburst. "The brat's fine. Though I can't say he's in better shape that mine. He was quite out of it, but it was nothing a good maiming couldn't cure." Vegeta went on while slowly crossing his arms before him in his trademark stance. Obviously, his left arm was pretty sore, not to mention he was favoring his left side too.
"I gave him a short lecture on behavior and control and left him to ponder on his own. If that hit to his back can't keep him from walking for a while, then the damned boy's unholy strength in this state shouldn't be reckoned with."
"You beat him senseless!?" Oh, it was dear ol' Chichi back in character.
Vegeta frowned at the woman. "No, I beat him INTO sense woman! After venting all that anger he needed time alone. Leave him to himself until he wishes. The boy's got a lot to think about."
"My poor Gohan!"
"Come on Chichi. Vegeta's right. He needs time to think this over on his own." Bulma sighed as she led the younger woman out the cozy room, occasionally rubbing her back soothingly. "Let's get some tea to calm your nerves."
Videl stood there, eyes nailed on the royal saiyajin until he turned to her and looked back at her. Her blue eyes shone with unshed tears of anxiousness while she searched for some other kind of reassurance from the man. Their eyes remained locked for long seconds until she finally resigned and bowed her head, going out the door after the older women.
Then it was just both full-blooded saiyajin. They remained in silence, as if expecting some kind of exclusive disclosure, until finally Vegeta made a move to leave the room.
"Vegeta?" Came Goku's neutral tone that stopped him in his track. "Thank you." He said again without turning around. A low grunt was his only reply, so he went on. "I don't think I could've done what was necessary to bring him back."
Vegeta's eyes bore into the back of messy spikes, slanted eyes narrowing before the gruff voice floated in the otherwise empty room.
"Well, I can't say I didn't enjoy beating on the little runt."
With that, he too left the room; heading for the regen tanks and swearing to maim the unfortunate soul that dared run into his battered form.
~*~
Goku was staring off into space in deep thought. Or maybe he was monitoring the fight by the ki signatures.
It only proved the mass strength of the planet, since they couldn't feel the tremors typical of these fights. Though the tension in the air and the energies clashing far away were clear proof of what was really happening.
He sat on the carpeted floor, Indian style, forearms resting upon his knees while a solemn face that only came forth in serious moments, remained. He hadn't moved since he gained that position. He seemed oblivious to everything around him, when he was actually aware of everything at a time.
He had listened to Videl as she related the circumstances that brought them to sit back and fidget in worry while one of their own was justifiably venting some frustration
And power.
A whole damn load of power.
It was rather strange, he reasoned as he kept thinking. One minute he was comfortably enjoying some time alone with his wife, then the other, Gohan's ki shoots up in battle mode. He had been really startled, but he didn't want to rush to conclusions that might have been wrong. Then he felt something else, something he hadn't felt in ages. He felt a powerful, deep and frantic call for help. But it was not a call in itself; it just just felt like somebody was cried out to him, to help, with vehemence it was overwhelming in its intensity. It called up to him with child-like beckoning that couldn't be ignored and he just couldn't stall any longer. He just had to go and check up his son.
He was not prepared for what he found.
In his confused state of mind, he kept wondering what had brought his son to such an act. He kept asking himself, and this he didn't know why, where had he done wrong? Where had he failed as a father? Goku felt hurt by the boy's actions, but at the same time he felt guilty for them.
It was true that he had encouraged Gohan to use his anger to his advantage. He knew it was the key to the boy's amazing power. But he had never thought about this; that something like this could happen. He had provided his son with a double-edged weapon and the guilt and worry were eating at him from the inside. He never meant for this to happen. Gohan was going to KILL those boys back there! He had lost his scruples. No. They had plundered him of his scruples, according to what Videl had said.
But for such a thing?
There was no doubt he was proud of his son's own pride in his lineage. But couldn't the boy see through it? Couldn't he see they were just baiting him? And they got to him. Oh boy, yes they did! Now he had to remind himself that his son was still just a boy; and even if he was a very mature boy, he was still inexperienced in what to acknowledge and what not in this kind of circumstances. It had been a long time since Goku let an insult get to him. And that was a tight feat when you had a Prince Vegeta as a powerful ally.
He could feel the tension, the urgency and frustration coming from the young half-breed. He wanted to take it all out. His son had a willful drive, most likely learned from him. God! How he was proud of the boy! His greatest pride and joy!
What-
Gohan's ki got very erratic and Vegeta was taking advantage of it. His right eyebrow twitched, as did the fingers in his right hand. Vegeta was packing up a lot on his attacks, but Gohan didn't wait to retaliate. What was happening?
And all too soon it was over.
It felt like Vegeta had launched a Big Bang at the boy. Goku flinched. He had been in the receiving end of one of those and knew how much they hurt, no matter the intensity of the ki. He could almost see Gohan's face as he sensed the fight leave him. Vegeta powered down after a while as well. Some minutes later, the Princes's ki was approaching the saiyajin capital.
~*~
Anger
Ire
The back of your throat closes. Your head feels hot and insistent threads of a headache travel your skull in odd patterns. You want to snap at everyone because you want silence and solitude but nobody would leave you alone. Your sight changes, the borders of your vision go fuzzy white and a haze falls, enfolding your thoughts, numbing your mind.
Surreal.
Like a dream like a nightmare.
The pressure in the back of your eyes is the greatest indication that a monstrous headache is coming on and you just feel like pounding on something to vent your frustration, while it seems you can't get enough air in your lungs.
Thump thump thump. Thump thump thump.
The acceleration of your heart seems to pour fire instead of blood through your veins. And it burns and burns and burns and ignites your mind in white-hot fury. You feel liquid power encompass you.
Destroy, destroy, destroy... Hit and kick and smash and crush and see and watch the fear, the pain, you inflict, the blood, so red, such beauty, the smell, exciting, the taste, metallic, the rush, of power, the fright, that burns, in their eyes. The cries, music, of pain. They cry, for mercy, you don't have anymore.
They should pay. It hurts. It stings. No. They should PAY. They should hurt and be afraid. They WILL know. I'm true. I'm right. I'm high. I live. They don't know me.
Why?
What's mine is mine, my treasure. What I have, I have. It's MINE not yours. Do not belittle!
Why?
You're angry. Why? Was I wrong? But my pride
Why?
You know me, not them. Why take their side?
Wrong?
IT WAS NOT! I WAS RIGHT! I just did as you've told.
I hate you! You liar! You bastard! I thought you No. You don't care. Or do you? Why do you do this? Fight me? But they started it
I'm fed up. You want to fight? We will. I don't care. Why farther? They don't care. JUST FIGHT! You should be on my side! You should see it through my eyes!
Why?
I hate it. They deserve it. Why punish me? They hate me, they loathe me, they're disgusted of me, they envy me and they hate it and that's why they hate me.
They envy me. She said so. I believe her. They hurt her. She hates it. I hate it. AND IT MAKES ME MAD!
JUST FIGHT!
I'm strong and you know it. And I'm angry and you know it and you're careful. I can hurt you. I don't care. I want out. Just to hurt. Do you know? You don't-
You just hurt me
You DO know.
I can't lose. You're stronger. You're cooler. I'm mad. Your advantage. You're all out.
Good.
Do you feel that? I can hurt you too. Not like I hurt them. You're my friend. You're my uncle. Not my uncle. An ally. You were evil.
Why are we fighting?
Oh, yes. You took their side. Why? They hurt my pride. So I hurt them. Why do you punish ME?
You selfish prick! I know. I got attention. You crave attention. That's why you get mad. And I got mad. And you hate it. You're not the only one. I have the right to get angry too!
Does it hurt? Yes it does. You're bleeding. Does it hurt? Yes it does. It's broken. Does it hurt? Yes it does. You grimace. What's that? I can't hear you. I don't want to fucking hear you!
Pain. Damn you. That hurt. A lot. Blood. More pain. I'm stupid. I'm distracted. You hit and kick. I block and hit. You glare and growl. I charge and snarl. Then all flashes white. What's that? It hurts. It burns. I don't know what it is.
Worry. Warmth. Nervous. Hope. Anxious. Care. Warmth. Small. Concern. What's that?
You charge. I back. You hit. I hold. It's back. What's that?
Unshed tears. Black hair. Heart pang. Green clothes. Blue eyes. More worry. More hope. More warmth.
Emotions. Emotions with ki? What's that?
Black hair. Blue eyes. It's her. But how?
More warmth. Concern. And hope. Now tears. A smile on hold.
A smile? For who? Just waiting for the one to come back. Come back! An embrace and a smile on hold.
They're mine!
Oh, Kami! They're mine!
How could I? She's worried. She's crying. She's sad. Now I'm not mad.
Again a white flash. It hurts. So much. It's gone.
You speak
I listen. Now for the first time. You're right. I deserve my reprimand. How could I? Bare death on my hands. Thank you. I'm not mad.
The pain. It's back. Can't breathe. It's wrong. Agony. It hurts. But I'm not mad.
It's over. I'm me. Don't worry. The fight left me at last. You stare. Then grunt. Then leave. You understand. Yes.
Now I'm sorry not mad.
~*~
"Reporting to my duties, sire." The female voice came forth in the King's study. The saiyajin looked up from the tronics in his hand to the young form bowing before his working space.
"At ease, commander." Ou commanded in his usual military countenance. "You do not need to bow in private, my child." He then added in a softer tone after noticing the young woman's mood. She seemed ecstatic; like she just found out zikkus* were good for eating.
All in all, she was a stubborn thing and he knew that if she didn't want to tell him the reason for her mood, there was little he could do to convince her to do otherwise.
"I assume Mato was pleased." Ou stated in a tentative tone as he sat back in his chair.
"Actually," Cauli started, half sitting on the edge of the desk, one leg dangling in the air. "I did not find him."
"Oh, and why was that?"
"I got caught up on the way."
At the simple answer, Ou pondered on a way to inquire at her without actually making her feel pried at. He remained silent, raising both eyebrows in a sign of expectance.
"I stopped by Sensei Avocco's class. I was able to witness quite a consequential event."
"And that might be?"
"A super saiyajin transformation up close." She said with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes. Now Ou immediately deduced she was talking about Gohan. The man gained a reminiscent look and a good-natured smirk.
"Aah! Magnificent, isn't it? Makes you feel honored to behold such power."
"Yes. Glorious. So much power I could actually feel it, Vegeta-sama! Can you imagine it?"
"Of course, my child. I have seen it too."
"This is the only time I've felt more than alive outside of battle. I have no words."
"Words fail perfection, Cauli." The young woman looked at the king for a long moment.
"Perfection" she whispered absently. "Nothing short of perfection." The king leaned forward to rest his arms on the desk.
"Like him." She said at last, look still glazed over.
There. Ou saw it. There was something there, and he was definitely going to find out what it was.
"Like you like it." He shot out riskily, not expecting at all to be on the right track.
"Hai, Vegeta-sama. Just like I like it. Just like I want it Just like I want HIM."
Realization spread through the king's being in a flood of conscience, oppositely remaining blank in the face. He looked like the idea had crossed his mind plenty of times before, like it was the most normal thing in their world.
"The boy's quite a suitable mate material. But there are things about him that might clash Cauli."
"That he's a half-breed? I'm sure that being a Legendary makes up for that."
"There's also the cultural breach. He knows not enough of our ways and that might bring problems later on." The young commander frowned in displeasure, turning her eyes to the king's own dark gaze.
"Your Highness has been eager for me to find a mate, and now that I am finally interested, Your Highness seems to want to spoil my good spirits." She reverted back to formalities, making the king chuckle briefly.
"But I mean no harm, my child. I am merely pointing out facts. Actually I am pleased with your choice. You couldn't have chosen better."
"But?"
Cauli looked hard into the monarch's eyes. Fifteen years of living in the same state enabled her to decode the man's speech like a Sutonou-jin's* SuperCray; at least that's what SHE thought. Vegeta-Ou smirked slowly. Yes, the young cub had learned well.
"But you should play it safe. Do you think they plan to stay for good? It will take more than the desire to get in touch with their heritage to make them stay. And I know for a fact that once they leave they shall never return."
Cauli's frown intensified. It would take more to make him stay? But Gohan couldn't leave. She had chosen him. He had to be hers. Well, if it took more, then she'd give him more; and meanwhile, all hindrances had to go.
~*~
Hurried footsteps resounded through the empty hallway, echoing off the sometimes plain, sometimes richly decorated walls. Videl rushed the few steps left to reach the den and entered, eyes darting in all directions and spotting only the same three people, once again expecting the return of one of their own.
"Any news?" she asked.
"Not yet." Chichi's quiet reply drifted off to her.
After taking some tea with the women, she had left to the Training Grounds to get some workout done until Gohan got back. She was determined to get an explanation for his behavior from the boy, even if she had to beat it out of him with a frying pan. Oh yes. The demi-saiyajin would not only get an earful from his mother. She would also put in her two cents.
After an hour and a half of distracted training, she got tired of waiting for him and passed the women still in the kitchens to learn he wasn't back yet. Videl went off to hers and Gohan's room and took what she hoped was a long relaxing bath, which didn't work at all by the way. To that followed her struggle with the schoolwork. Really, she would have thought of this trip as a vacation, but so far it was just like being home in school time, maybe even worse. She had just finished with it and had decided to check if Gohan was back.
"Where IS he!?" The girl exclaimed in vehemence, raising her fists to her hips.
"I don't know, Videl. But I sure hope he's alright."
"Well, Vegeta said he was pretty shaken when he left him. He said to leave him be for a while." Bulma tried to keep the mood from drifting to lower levels.
"Yes, but that was hours ago! He should have been back already."
"I'm worried too, Videl. But we can't do anything about it. When he feels he's ready, he'll come back." Chichi said in a calm tone but by just looking in her eyes you could tell she would just run after her son if she knew where he was. "And then," the woman paused for effect, "he's going to listen to me real good."
Videl plopped down on the couch next to her and looked to the side to notice Goku still sitting in the same spot she'd left him hours ago. She frowned and then turned to Chichi and Bulma with questioning really evident in her blue eyes.
"He hasn't moved in the whole time." Bulma answered her after taking a seat next to the girl, so she could whisper in her ear. "He must be really worried. I've never seen him so solemn before."
Just then, Vegeta came in, catching the attention of the three females. He'd spent two hours in a regen tank and then had gone to train for the rest of the afternoon, still feeling odd after experiencing the heeling powers of the apparatus after going so long without using one. He had just finished getting a "light" snack before heading for the den, where he knew his mate was stationed, waiting for the boy's return.
"What?" He asked in clear annoyance upon noticing their stares.
"Vegeta, we're worried about Gohan. He's not back yet." Bulma explained in a tired sigh.
"I don't want to be pessimistic or anything, but maybe something happened. This is so unlike him." Videl said from her seat. Maybe, if she got it into their undeniably thick heads, they would send somebody to get him. Vegeta snorted.
"Foolish women. The boy's fine. Just about now he must probably be mopping around because he lost control of his temper and almost killed those other brats. He deserves that and more. Maybe after this, he won't be such a pussy anymore-"
"Vegeta! Watch your language!"
"And besides," he went on immutably, "that beating should have taught him not to talk back at the Saiyajin no Ouji. Especially not in public."
"I can't believe you're being egotistical at a time like this! My son's missing since hours ago! Emotionally unstable and hurt badly for what you've told us!" Chichi yelled getting to her feet. "I need to know where he is, if he's fine, why he hasn't come back yet"
"I said the brat's fine, didn't I? He's a saiyajin, woman! It's an insult of you to think something so pathetic could actually hurt him."
All of a sudden, Goku scurried to his feet in a jump, causing the others to turn to look at him. He was still facing away from them, back straight in a tense posture.
"What is it?" His wife asked taking a few steps closer, curiosity and foreboding battling in her mind's foyer. A dreadful silence followed, only making the other four in the room rush to frantic conclusions, which didn't veer too far from the truth.
"His ki's been erratic for a while now." The tall man said in a quiet voice, as if his concentration was on sorting out something far away or of long ago. "But now I can hardly pinpoint it."
Chichi cleared the remaining steps between them and seized one of his arms in an attempt to turn him to meet her eyes. Goku obliged, choosing that moment to break his plaguing knowledge to her.
"There's something wrong with Gohan. I'm bringing him back right now." He then proceeded to dislodge her small hands from him and step back a few feet, pausing to raise two fingers to his forehead.
"I'll come with you!" Videl said suddenly appearing at his side. He looked at her for a second and opened his mouth to tell her no when she took a strong grip of his arm and continued in a firm voice that allowed no questioning. "I wanna come and no matter what you say, I won't let you leave without me."
Goku seemed to think it over for an instant and then nodded, betraying the slightest of a wry smile. Then they had vanished.
"Kami-sama, don't let anything bad happen to my boy." A mother's plea was barely audible in the silence of the room.
~*~
Burgundy skies were all there was above them, as a quarter of the red sun still remained to be lost in the glowing horizon. The winds had picked up and a dry chill seemed to permeate the air, the impression reinforced only by the dead leaves flying past them in a frantic, helpless dance. The obviously battle-made plain in the forest outskirts was completely silent apart from the rustling breeze, as if no wildlife would dare give away its presence in the dangerously open land.
She looked about, unconsciously mimicking the movements of the man next to her. She concentrated in sensing Gohan's ki, narrowing her eyes in the growing darkness to aid her better. She couldn't see much around, just soil and a line of trees a fair distance away. There was a ki there very close. It was small and flickering. She assumed it an animal that lived in the forest, but sometimes she was not so sure.
Goku's footsteps hurrying to the side caught her attention, making her turn to the place he was heading to notice a large lump on the ground. Only when he kneeled next to it, it was when she realized what the lump was. It was Gohan.
She dashed next to him and tried to help him sit up, only to gain a pained groan from the boy.
"Wait. He's hurt." She heard Goku say through the shadows. She couldn't make out his face but she knew he was looking at her.
Just then, the place lit up in a golden light as Goku powered up to super saiyajin, making her squint again, now against the brightness of the energy. She lowered her gaze to Gohan and gasped at the state he was in. His green uniform was torn and dirty. The dark red of dried blood and reddish brown of mud patches adorned garment and flesh. He smelled of battle, if there was such a thing. There were gashes and scrapes on his face, one or two bruises here and there. His eyes were shut tight in a grimace, as if he was in pain, and tiny groans escaped his gritted teeth once in a while. Goku tentatively probed shoulders, ribs, arms and legs, his frown accentuating with each pained sound of protest.
"Gohan. Can you hear me?" She asked quietly, not receiving a certain answer.
It was true, she thought as she surveyed all the damage. Gohan was maybe even worse than Vegeta himself. But Vegeta had been walking and flying around. She didn't want to think about how much the older man could have hurt the half-breed boy.
"Hang on, Videl. I'm gonna get us back to the palace." She heard without listening to Goku's statement. She could only think of how hurt Gohan looked. Even if his physical wounds looked as bad as Vegeta's, his pained demeanor signaled that indeed something was wrong, as Goku had said before coming to get him. All of a sudden, her attention was snapped to the source of a gasp and she looked up to see Chichi run up to them.
"Oh, Gohan! Kami! He looks so beaten!" She cried worriedly as she assessed his state. "How is he? Is he going to be alright?"
Bulma chose that moment to check up on him. "He looks like he has some broken bones. Goku, you have any Senzus?"
"No, I ran out. I was hoping you had some." He answered in disappointment.
"We have to treat him soon. Can't you see he's in pain!?" Chichi cried again.
"Well, that's easy. Get him in regen tank." Vegeta's voice cut through the fuss. He had a disgusted look on his face, as if he was looking at a bunch of panic-blinded bunch of chickens.
Bulma and Vegeta headed up to the infirmary, where Goku used his Shunkan Idou* to get to. There, they placed Gohan in the tank and Goku explained he had been monitoring the fight since the beginning, and later Gohan's ki, after Vegeta left him alone. He didn't know what happened or why it did. He only knew his son seemed to be in pain and he didn't like it.
"It'll take three hours for him to heal. I suggest you go about your own business until then." Vegeta said after checking the dials on the machine. "He'll be alright once he comes out of there."
"Yes, that's the best we can do now. Come Chichi. Let's put the boys to bed." Bulma said in a sweet tone, leading the younger woman out of the infirmary.
There were only a couple of nurses in there now, as most of the doctors and the rest of the personnel were taking the "night meal", just another name for dinner.
"Okay, then I'll go eat something. I haven't eaten since this morning and I'm starved!" Goku exclaimed, hand behind his head and sheepish grin evident on his face, as he didn't see any serious problems right then.
Vegeta didn't voice his choice activity, but decided to pay his father a visit. Maybe catch up with the monarch's tasks before he himself had to take over. He never thought about what the others might think about it. But then again this was Vegeta.
Goku took one more look in the room to see Videl taking a seat on the floor in front of the tank. Somehow, the picture reminded him of Vegeta and Bulma in their early stages. This brought a tiny smile to his lips. Then, he looked inside the tank, at his son's closed eyes and creased brows over the oxygen mask. He intently watched the young man and couldn't help but feel the vacant sensation that something wasn't quite right yet. He only hoped he was wrong this time.
"Try to get some rest, Videl." He called out to the girl. She jerked her head his way and smiled.
"Okay, Goku-san. I'll do that." She called back and watched the man leave the room.
Then, it was just the two of them. Three hours, Vegeta had said. It wasn't that long. And besides, she had nothing better to do. So she decided to wait for the machine to do its work and then she would let Gohan have a piece of her mind.
Faster than she had thought, it had been fifty minutes. Fifty minutes that seemed like a long five hours. Patience was definitely not one of her virtues, but she felt compelled to stay. There was something that told her to wait there, to make sure he was well. She was his friend and friends looked after each other. He had protected her many times, so it was only fair she did something in return. But there was something she hadn't noticed. And it was the fact that she stayed not because she felt obligated, but because she wanted to; she needed to.
Videl yawned and shifted again for what seemed like the thousandth time, just then noticing the temperature in the room had dropped considerably. She shivered and looked around for something to cover herself with. The staff had left some minutes ago. Some were off to train; others for break, leaving only three whom were in the next room, tending to one of the young trainees.
She spotted a pile of folded blankets and towels on a tabletop to the side. She got to her feet and stretched, getting the kinks out of her tired muscles and grabbing one swiftly before throwing it over her shoulders and walking back to the tank.
"Hey," she called in a soft voice. "How you doing? I don't know if you can hear me, but I hope you can. I've been here for a while. I'm a little bored but I'll wait for you to come out. Your mom's really worried. So was your dad, and Bulma-san. Well, I was really worried too. You scared me like hell back at Vest'har. I've never seen you like that, so angry. For a long while I thought you were going to kill them" She let out a sigh and looked at the face behind the blue tinted glass. "You didn't mean it, did you? I understand your motives, but I have always thought you are not one to be resentful. However, you taught them a lesson, and you showed them your power Not all of it, of course, but now they know you're a super saiyajin. At least I think it should gain you some respect. I don't know. That's the way I see it, since saiyajin have strength in such high regard. But I wouldn't know, and you wouldn't either. You might be a saiyajin, but you were raised as a chikyuujin for good measure Yes, you scared me. And now you worried me. I've never actually seen you hurt. It tore my heart I just don't know what I'd do without you." She paused to look at him again. Looking for a sign of movement, a sign that he was listening to her words. Then she sat on the floor again and adjusted the blanket as she looked back in the tank.
"I admit it. I don't know what I'd do without you. And not only here on Vegeta-sei I don't know how you did it, how you got under my skin. Nobody could before. Not after that time I told you about. You're my best friend and I'd hate to lose you. You understand me, and you're kind to me. How could I have lived without this for so long? Before you came along. You know all my secrets and I know yours. You know my dreams and I know yours. You know my fears and I know yours. You know what it's like to lose someone you love. You feel the need to protect life and good. You're a superhero! The Great Saiyaman! And so am I, Satan Videl, the daughter of The Champ Yet, you care and you're so sensitive. You think I don't know that? Of course I do. To me, you're like an open book. You always play the strong, the rock; the one everyone should lean on, just like your dad but what about you? Who will you lean on when you're feeling down? Who will tell you nice words to your ears, and hold you when you're feeling sad? You're not made of stone. You're not made of steel. You're flesh and blood. You have a heart, and feelings like everybody else.
You taught me so much. You taught me there are more important things than being strong because of everybody else. But most of all, you taught me how to trust again. You taught me to become stronger for me. You showed me how it is to have a family.
I could talk about anything and everything with you. Talk about nonsense and still have fun. Play like the children we never were Like friends since birth.
I just hope you forgive me for ever doubting your truth. I didn't know you at the time. And forgive me for hurting your feelings and pushing you away. I will never push you away again, I swear. And I'll stick to my promise. No matter what, I'll never leave you." She finished, two crystal droplets rolling down her cheeks as she looked at him again.
~*~
Vegeta entered the throne room to find Vegeta-Ou and the Elder Council assembled around a large rectangular table; the king at the head, and all the other males had their eyes glued to the holographic video screen projection directly in front of the monarch. They observed a stellar system a couple thousand macreons* away and hadn't noticed the prince's presence in the room until the aforementioned took a perch next to his sire's seat.
"Ouji. Back already?" Ou inquired in a casual tone. His only response was a grunt. Vegeta didn't bother to look the man in the eye, fixated only on the image before them all.
"And that is?" Vegeta asked raising his chin faintly to signal the projection.
"Sector 906-AZ. The Parlumnya System. It is said to host the last vestiges of the Cold Empire. A petty home base to Cold himself and his dwindling army." The king explained turning to watch again. Vegeta's face remained impassive while the king betrayed a satisfied smirk.
"I'm sure you'll want to do the honors, my son." The velvety tone caught the attention of the prince, but not more than the affectionate title. Vegeta turned to the man fully and they engaged in an unconscious staring contest.
The king's smirk and the glint in his eyes didn't leave, even when he turned to the Council and dismissed them. Upon remaining alone, Vegeta spoke at last:
"You conniving bastard." He said in a level tone, anger not present in his words or posture. The king's smirk grew as he took to his feet.
"Now, now Ouji. Don't you talk to your old man like that." There was amusement and conceited satisfaction in his disposition.
"Don't you give me that shit. You've known all along." The prince finally tore his gaze from the taller man and took a few steps to the window, always aware of where exactly the other saiyajin was.
Ou hit the table lightly with his left hand's knuckles, sighing dramatically before getting out, "You know me too well, Vegeta."
The use of his name in his father's lips was definitely a scarce occurrence and when it took place, it often meant the king had something in store and he would do anything to get him to obey. Vegeta turned again and took the trademark stance and a dull tone.
"I won't bother to demand you tell me your plans, since I know you'll weasel your way out of it. But I want you to admit before me that you can't face the aisujin because you're too much of a coward." The pleased expression on the saiyajin king vanished, immediately replaced by a sneer.
"How dare you call me a coward, boy! I have defended this planet with my everything for long years, relying solely on my brain to get out of the shitty legacy that remained! Sacrificing more than I've wanted to avoid my kingdom to crumble under that sadist onore's tyranny! I have managed alone to regain the ancestor's favor in bringing the old ways back where they belong, and I have hunted down the aisujin and his army till the end of the galaxy, getting rid of them one by one; slow, but sure, until I finally found him. But still, I could not make him pay for all the years of slavery and humiliation. Yes, Vegeta, slavery. I fucking admit it before you and no one else. We were nothing but slaves for the aisujin. There is nothing that I have wanted more than revenge for all that they took away. The ultimate insult being when they took YOU away. My one heir. They hit me where it hurt the most and they knew it. But still, I'm not strong enough to defeat him, and that he also knows. However, even though he is extremely powerful by himself, he's nothing when it comes to our manpower. His army is doomed to extinction sooner or later. No matter how many he recruits, our army will hunt them and finish them before they know it. There's still Cold to worry about, but you are a super saiyajin. What better way to make him pay? He thinks you and Furiza killed each other. Can you imagine the look on his face when he sees you, and the fact that he is defeated and heir less and I am not, slaps him across his grotesque face? I can. I could since you came through my door that evening. And damn you, Vegeta. You are not going to deny me glory when you are perfectly capable of giving it!"
"Good to know that, as yourself, I can be as manipulative as to pull your own strings." Ouji got out lazily, not betraying how much the man's words had gotten through him.
Grave laughter rebounded from the exquisitely furnished stone walls, filling the amazingly acoustic room for an instant, until the sovereign finally receded into loud chuckles.
"Ne, Ouji, YOU were the one who wanted an explanation." The older man said, going over to his throne.
"Do your commanders know about this?"
"No. Not even Cauli and Lettusu. Only the Council and I know where Cold has been at all times since we found him." Vegeta only nodded. "I believe you identify yourself with my motives. So will you honor your ancestors by taking revenge or do I have to resort to more guileful manners after all?"
"Nobody tells me what to do." The all too familiar scowl had made its way up the prince's face as he uttered the words in a cold tone. Slowly, Ou's face was gradually gaining the same expression of disapproval. It was all Vegeta waited for before remarking, "I never had the chance to fight Cold though. It might not be a total waste of my time after all. But of course, since he's in such deep a shit as you say, maybe his spirit's already begun to break. After all, the Cold line wasn't known for being practical."
"Then I think we can arrange for a meeting soon."
"You forget, otousama. I'm a soldier, not a diplomat. I operate through the element of surprise."
"Indeed, Ouji. Indeed." Both men looked at each other for an instant until Ou decided to change the topic. "But tell me now, what held you? You barely caught the end of the assembly."
"I had a 'small' incident with Kakarotto's firstborn."
"Oh, yes. I heard." Vegeta was caught off guard by the king's statement, what the other man noticed with relish. "You forget. Nothing goes past me under my domains. I have very good informants that keep me updated with anything eventful that occurs."
"So you know the boy's currently in a regen tank, healing from the beating he got from me?"
"I know now." The older man stated with a nod.
"Well, he is. He caused quite a commotion at Vest'har."
"Especially when threatening Lord Buroku's firstborn's life. You realize I will have the noble giving me a handful soon?" Ou's tone was almost patronizing.
Vegeta snorted and bit back in his own way. "Do I look like I fucking care? That's what the man gets for not teaching his brat to stand for himself." He didn't like the direction this was heading to. It was getting tiresome.
Unexpectedly, a ki signature flared three times somewhere in the medical wing. He knew exactly what had happened, so without a word, he just turned to walk out of the throne room. "I believe you and I have nothing else to talk about. I will inform you of my decision."
Vegeta-Ou remained seated even after the heavy doors closed. Then he chuckled, the sound reverberating across the room. "Cocky brat. You forget a excellent master always keeps his best moves out of his pupil's knowledge."
~*~
Soft ripples spread over the previously peaceful pond, as a wretched, round little pebble dared disrupt the serene pink surface. To this pebble followed several, as if mocking the water body with their "disturbing power"; all of them lazily catapulted by the young demi-saiyajin hanging upside down from the branch of a nearby tree.
The atmosphere was tense. An oppressing silence that seemed most unnatural hung around the child; the artificial light illuminating the interior garden making him more restless, as once a while, a number of familiar kis a considerable distance away, entered his sensing range. Which is why he'd been idle for long enough to not make it funny anymore.
"Goten, I'm bored. Let's do something." The lavender haired prince announced, letting his arms dangle as he eyed the black haired child below.
"No, Trunks-kun. I don't feel like playin'."
"You're being no fun, Goten!" The older boy protested, folding his arms before him, still in his curious position.
"I can't help it. I'm worried about shakei. Why won't haha-oya and Chichi-oya let us see him?" The Son boy asked in an upset tone. Trunks decided his perch had lost its fun and he jumped down to sit next to his friend. He noticed Goten's posture; the boy was hugging his legs to his chest and his chin was resting on his knees as he looked up to the already dark sky. He was annoyed with the night lamps, figuring that he'd feel better were he in complete darkness. He was starting to like vegetian black nights more and more, since they had helped him with his fear of the dark.
"I don't know." The Briefs boy sighed lightly; falling into the same position his younger friend was in.
"His ki's so weak. Something happened to him."
"Don't worry so much Goten. I'm sure our parents are helping him."
They fell silent after that; both looking out in the distance until firm footsteps reached their ears. Raising black and blue eyes to the figure approaching, they recognized the young commander they had seen with the king so many times.
"Your Highness." She bowed.
"You may rise." Trunks automatically replied. He had already gotten used to being treated like royalty. Though he wasn't being treated so differently from being one of the richest kids on Chikyuu, all the protocol made it boring.
"What might you children be doing outside at this hour?" She asked, one fist on her hip while looking around for something. "And without an escort."
"We don't need escorts, Cauli-san." Goten replied truthfully.
"Yeah, we're stronger than them, anyway." Trunks seconded confidently.
"Well, well, I get your meaning. But what are you doing outside at this LATE hour?" She asked again.
"We're waiting for news" Trunks answered changing his position to Indian style. 'And getting bored to death', he finished in thought.
"My brother got hurt and they took him to the doctor." Goten explained, sniffing as he finished his sentence. He had the most pitiful look you could get from a child.
"He's very weak, but they don't let us see him." Trunks went on.
"My mommy's really worried and crying, and my daddy hasn't talked since we came back." Goten once again propped his chin on his knees.
Cauli wanted to scream. She wanted to argue that Gohan was a super saiyajin and therefor, couldn't get hurt. But a wiser part of her made her hush, and instead she decided to pursue an answer. The real answer.
"Are you sure you'll keep yourselves out of trouble?" Both boys nodded their heads. "Very well. May you spend a fine night and dream of battle and victory." She said the equivalent to a "good night" while bowing briefly again, not noticing the weird look Trunks sent her way.
Cauli briskly made her way to the infirmary, all the while wondering what might have been wrong with the boy. True, he had fought with the ouji, but she was sure he wouldn't hurt the half-breed too much. They were both super saiyajin, not to mention they had a kin-like kind of rapport. The young woman entered the light-devoid antehall to notice only two nurses sitting on the window in the working room. She quietly went further, to the regen room's door that came out the hall, not wanting to let her presence known using the one inside. The full-blooded saiyajin laid her ear to the plain surface. She heard a faint voice and ventured to open the door a little to see whom was inside.
Cauli was greeted with a dark room bathed in a blue glow. She scanned the area until her eyes fell upon the cause of the surreal like glimmer. It was the only tank in use and Gohan was inside, his black bangs floating over his mask clad face. But that was not the only thing that got her attention, as she also discovered the source of the voice she'd heard: the ningen.
She was just in front of the machine, conveying a halted monologue to the sleeping form inside. The girl was pouring her soul out to what she thought was an empty room. Cauli was shocked at this. She was intrigued. The ningen was saying her feelings with such ease! It was upsetting her so exact choice of words, which she could understand as if she was feeling them herself by just listening to her talk.
They were close, that much Cauli could tell. The question was "how close?". Gohan was not of Age yet, but she wouldn't take any chances.
~*~
The regen tank beeped twice at the same time Videl let out a huge yawn. She was instantly on her feet, watching the machine run the diagnosis and beeping again before the blue liquid was slowly being drained. She'd never seen the machine before or knew how it worked, so she didn't know something was amiss when Gohan didn't regain consciousness. She waited for some minutes and then stepped in the next room where the nurses and doctors in turn were cleaning after tending to another injured saiyajin.
"Sumimasen*. The tank just finished." She announced from the threshold, still holding the door.
"Fine. Just tell the boy to come in here to get a new suit." The head doctor said after looking her way and noticing Gohan wasn't with her.
"So I just leave him in there until he wakes up?" She asked, pointing behind her to the rounded mechanism. Now this question got the doctor's attention.
"You mean he's still unconscious?"
"Hai. Is that a bad thing?" She asked, looking back to the tank, not liking the doctor's tone one bit. The man, for his part, disposed of his bloodied gloves before heading up to her.
"He's supposed to be fully conscious."
Videl gasped lightly and ran back in the room to peer in the already liquid-free tank. The doctor pressed a button and the hatch opened with a long hiss. Gohan was sitting on a short stool, slumped to one side and still wearing the mask. The saiyajin proceeded to take it off and check his pulse and eyelids.
"He's unconscious alright. It doesn't make any sense. Sure he had a lot injuries but he should have woken up with the annoying beeps."
Videl went next to the saiyajin doctor and reached out to brush a wet bang that fell over the boy's forehead. She noticed the high temperature right away and found it strange since he'd just come out of water and the room was pretty cold.
"He's burning up."
The saiyajin felt him up too and grabbed the boy, flinging him over his shoulder and taking him in the room he'd been previously in. The stretcher had been cleaned up already and the nurses were dressing it with a sheet. The doctor quickly placed Gohan on it and grabbed a device from a table nearby that looked awfully like a scouter, only this one covered both eyes.
Videl watched him work on the boy and remembered the others didn't know he'd come out yet. She spiked her ki thrice as a beacon to them and sensed for their moving kis in the palace. Goku immediately shot out to get his wife in the den. Vegeta just left the room he'd been in calmly.
"What's wrong with him?" She asked, cracking her knuckles absently as she looked pathetically at the tall doctor.
"Well, if you'd let me finish I'd tell you, but with you interrupting me so much I still don't know." He answered in an obvious harsh tone.
"Gomen." She said without actually meaning it, but of course, the doctor didn't notice.
Not five minutes later, Vegeta entered the room in a barely detectable rush that would definitely go unnoticed by those who didn't know him.
"Vegeta-san, would you please explain to me what's wrong with Gohan?"
"Do I look like a doctor to you?"
"I know, but he won't tell me and Gohan's still unconscious."
"He's supposed to be conscious after being healed." Vegeta stated in a frown, arms folded in front of him as he approached the boy.
"Your Highness, the boy has a high fever and shows signs of pain sensitivity, although his injuries were completely healed by the tank. The scanner indicates a chemical imbalance, but I'll only be sure once I run some blood tests." He finished in a professional and suddenly humble tone, obviously intimidated by the prince's presence in the room. Right then, the rest of the party entered, Chichi immediately rushing up to her son.
"Oh Kami!" She took his hand and patted his hair softly. "What's wrong with him now?"
Vegeta didn't seem to have heard her, either did the doctor. Or perhaps it was they chose not to acknowledge her inquiry.
"Tell me doctor, may it have anything to do with the boy being a half-breed?" Vegeta asked quietly keeping his eyes on Gohan.
"I am not certain oujisama, but it is quite probable that his body's chemical activity is not completely compatible with the tank's DNA solution. But one thing I DO know, it is the fact that since the boy's wounds were satisfactorily healed, then the reaction is not fatal. After I run some tests, I can provide him a serum to counteract the effects of the solution."
"Very well. Do that." The prince demanded and without saying one more word, he left the room.
"That means he's going to be alright?" Videl ventured to ask the stilted male again.
"That will be determined once I examine him." The saiyajin said looking at her.
"Oh, my baby boy! Don't you worry. You'll be fine. Mama's here to take care of you."
The doctor looked on the touching scene with constrained impassiveness, then walked to the shelf and readied a syringe with a small tube attached. Bulma instantly attacked Goku and turned him around, telling him to help her with her capsule arsenal before setting off to ready Gohan's room in hurried blabber.
"What was that about?" Videl asked perplexed.
"Oh, Bulma? Well, Goku's terrified of needles. That's just the best she could have done right now." Chichi answered, watching the doctor take the blood sample.
"Goku-san's afraid of needles?"
"No, dear. He's terrified of them. That's the only time you'll hear my husband shriek."
After the tests were ready, the doctor informed Chichi and Videl that in fact, his theory had been correct and indeed, the DNA solution of the regent tank had come in conflict with his DNA. For that matter, he had isolated an enzyme that he had injected in Gohan along with the offset serum, and worked as a catalyst that allowed his system to assimilate the solution without problems. Then, he sent him to bed to let the serum take effect.
The women requested for something to treat the fever and pains but all they got was a brief lecture on "how saiyajin warriors did not resort to such degrading practices as drugs to diminish the pain".
Goku took Gohan to his room and after changing his clothes, let the mother take charge. She applied cold compresses with camphor and menthol, while Bulma searched her medicine kit for the right drug. With her being a strictly technological genius, she had little medical knowledge, apart from the most common illnesses. They gave him some medication but Gohan didn't seem to fully react to them. He was red and sweaty and he thrashed restlessly among the sheets, moaning slightly in discomfort and heaving ragged breaths. The fever increased and decreased in sporadic intervals, leaving the people in the room in a clueless weary state.
"Bulma, Goku. You should go to bed. You're both tired and need some rest. I'll take care of Gohan." Chichi told them as she helped the blue-haired woman to her feet. It was morrow already and she'd been nodding off for a while now. Goku was not an exception. They had realized that night that worrying was an exhausting thing and still couldn't understand how the black-haired mother could have so much energy yet.
"Ok, Chichi. But if you need a relay, just go and wake me up, you hear me? You know I'm willing to help as much as I can."
"Don't worry, Bulma-san. I'll be here to help her." Videl said too.
"That's right. Now go both of you." The woman called again, kissing her yawning husband goodnight.
All night they changed the compresses and gave the boy water. His painkillers seemed to wear off and his discomfort intensified. Chichi tried to coax the girl into getting some sleep but all her efforts were futile.
Videl was distressed for Gohan to a new degree. At first, she didn't think twice about the doctor's diagnosis, but after so much time of wait to mull over all of her worries, she realized something. If it was the conflict with the regen tank solution what had Gohan in this state, then why had his temperature rose days before? Why was he in such agony after his fight with Vegeta, when the man had been perfectly able to move? Was it possible that Gohan's condition was caused by something else that was not the solution? Nevertheless, the doctor HAD rectified that it was indeed so. But then again, he had a reaction to the solution, but what about the earlier symptoms?
She shook her head. She was digging too much in this. It was possible that it was her slightly paranoid mind overworking itself due to all that idle time on her hands. But just looking at the sick friend next to her on the bed, she couldn't help but think all that pondering was worth it. Anything to find out how to make him better.
Dawn came shining through the window, startling the young girl out of her doze. She must have fallen asleep just a little time ago, but even as she hadn't felt so tired before, now it was starting to take its toll on her. She felt as if she'd fought a tournament and all her opponents had been at her level. She had monster kinks on her upper back muscles and neck; her head swam and felt really heavy. The light hurt her eyes and her legs felt weak. She looked next to her to see Gohan's slightly less red face, framed by the sweat-drenched black bangs that stuck to his forehead and temples. Chichi sat on the chair next to the bed, still holding one of her son's hands. She had also succumbed to sleep sometime after her.
Videl got up and covered the woman with a spare sheet that had been resting in the drawer. The last thing she wanted was to go back to Vest'har after what had happened, and much less without Gohan, but she knew she had to and that was enough to crash her spirits even more than they already were.
"Damn me and my morals." She grumbled as she searched the closet for her uniform and went in the bathroom to get ready.
She was out of it all morning, talking less than usual because she was alone. This fact though, didn't stop her from listening in to the excited talk among the saiyajin cubs about the day before, or how they constantly looked at her wondering where Gohan was. Even at the meal break, the usual mood of the half-breed children was spoiled. Goten kept asking about his brother and what was wrong with him, while Trunks glared at everything and anything because he hadn't been able to coax the troubled little brother into any of his uh, questionable plans.
Free Combat was no difference. "Videl, where's Gohan?" Avocco's booming voice carried off through the arena as he noticed Gohan's absence.
The hole in the ceiling had been fixed already, but you could still see a pinkish blotch on the wall to the side, where Gohan had pummeled the taller saiyajin boy in.
"He's sick, sensei." Quite a few heads turned to listen at this. Avocco approached a few feet with an evident frown on his face.
"Sick?"
"Yes. After he fought with Vegeta-sama he was put in a regen tank. He had a reaction to the solution and now he has a fever."
"Well, when will he be able to come back?"
"I don't know. But as soon as he feels better, he'll attend class." The man grunted and assembled the class to start, while Videl let out a deep sigh.
'And for Kami's sake, I sure hope it's soon.'
Ii Kami-sama = Good God! or Oh, my God!
Shunkan Idou = Goku's instantaneous movement technique
Macreon = just a measurement unit I made up ^^
Sumimasen = excuse me (more commonly used as opposed to ojamashimasu that means "excuse me for disturbing/interrupting you")
Zikku = animal from the vegetian wilderness
Sutonou-jin = race of extremely technologically advanced people. They look like what sensationalistic papers draw aliens like but instead they have four arms. [Made up by me, of course ^^]
I'm not even going to apologize this time. You all know what happened. Serious case of writer's block caused by working overdose. Thanks to all of you for your wonderful support. I can't believe how many people reviewed last chapter! You really loved it, didn't you? Well, from now on you'll be seeing a whole lot more of Cauli, maybe even Asparu, and definitely of Vegeta-Ou
God! You hate Cauli! Poor girl! I still don't know if I hate her or not. And that's because of something. The story mutated again. It's doing it more and more everytime, and the funny thing is it does it on its own! And then I have to go and change the outline and come up with more cases!
And that's all I'm gonna say. ^_^
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