OK, my first fanfic! Let's get the formalities over with;
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of it's mine. THERE! I ADMIT IT! I own nothing!....except maybe Kaji, but then if I say that I own her I'm gonna have a paternally-protective saiyan no ouji on my tail and I'm honestly not THAT stupid.And I'm wasting hours on this when I should be out working... so I think it's safe to say I am making no money out of this. It is purely for the non-profit amusement of me and who-ever else chooses to read it!
Pairings; V/K (eventually), THIS IS A YAOI PEOPLE!!! M/M SLASH!!! GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEAD BEFORE READING!!!
Summary: Things don't go quite as you'd expect for Goku before he arrives on Yardrat.
Warnings: This fic should work itself up to becoming an R, but it'll be NC17 at any site other than fanfiction .net (i'll cut the really citrusy bits out when i post on this site) so this thing is gonna contain the sort of stuff you really should keep lil kids away from (including unidentifiable pointy things, Kakkarot abuse, Vegeta, reference to rape, improper language from the beginning, angst, scheming Vegeta, hinted necrophilia, m/m lemons, dubious morals, more angst, Happy Vegetas, chibi-fluff, pissed off Saiyan Princes, Frieza baiting, Chichi's trusty sidekick the frying pan of doom ™, improper use of certain furry tail-like appendages, fluff, and did I mention Vegeta?)
I also need to warn everybody that this is my first fic, so be a little forgiving with any OCness or spelling monstrosities, with any luck I'll get the hang of it all before the end of the story! Constructive criticism is welcomed and will probably be needed, but flamers will only be laughed at -don't waste your time and mine.
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Prologue
Warnings 4 this chappie: Happy veggie (very freaky), bad language, melodramatic author and exploding planets.
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Recoome never really paid attention in technology briefings.
He was here to fight. Not think. A fact that greatly relieved most of his team mates.He got in the ship, the ship flew, he landed, he kicked butt.
What else did he fucking well need to know?
What was it to him if the stupid thing landed crooked? What did it matter to him if some crucial wiring in the engines had been damaged on impact? Undetectable and insignificant, he didn't even notice the extra bump on landing in his thrill for the upcoming battle. And of course, he didn't perform the mandatory overview on landing to check in case such things did occur. He really didn't give a fuck.
Besides, he wouldn't need the crappy thing again, once they'd recovered the dragon's balls or whatever it was, they were headed back in style on Frieza's mini-cruiser.
The stupid pods never worked properly anyway, they were all pointless flash and flair to go with The Captain's ego and near-to-nothing under the bonnet. Rather like the Cap'n in fact.
Well, it's not like that particular Ginyu member would be affected by his little botched landing. Despite his previous plans, he was kindly despatched to HFIL by his royal highness the Prince of Saiyans, and he is currently more worried about the big freaky ogres chasing him than the state of his old equipment.
Unfortunately those few loose wires are going to wreak havoc on the life of a certain ningen-raised super saiyan.
But, as I'm sure was mentioned, it's not like Recoome gave a fuck now did he?
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On a small green and blue planet at the arse end of the cosmos, Vegeta Saiyan no Ouji, the one and only, was sitting beneath a tree smirking at his good fortune.
He should be dead. Dead and buried in a shallow grave on a dying planet.
Instead he had ended up on this vibrant little mudball with a load of weaklings, a brand new life to live, no malevolent master to abuse him and a really rather bright future ahead of him.
He still couldn't believe it. It was over. He was free.
He had to hold back this odd urge to, to grin.
Fuck it, the smile almost surfaced despite him, he had survived.
More than twenty years under that disgusting lizard may have, technically, been the death of him, yet here he was; alive. Again. His battered, blackened, ki-pierced heart beating reassuringly beneath his shattered armour.
He had survived the pain, the torture and the humiliations he'd been subjected to growing up under Frieza's thumb and here he was, stronger than he'd ever been and no one left to oppose him.
Now was the time to make a name for himself in the wake of the freak's death.
Now was the time to seize the power he had been born for. He could build himself an empire the likes of which the universe had never known...
He would make the universe remember the saiyans. A people who had fought and loved and died harder and more passionately than any other. His name would be said in fearful whispers across the galaxies, and sentient beings throughout the known universe would remember his race and cower. There was no way to bring back Vegeta-sei and his people, but he would make them known. He had once been a proud prince. He would be again.
Vegeta, proud saiyan no ouji.
The Prince of all Saiyans.
Hn.
That meant one.
::...two I suppose,:: he grudgingly thought, ::if you can count the half-breed a saiyan.::
He looked around indifferently, catching sight of said half-breed bent oversomething the ditzy blue haired one had put together; he racked his brains for what the screechy female had been going on about earlier... nonsense about helping travellers home or something absurd...
He snorted at their stupidity. Closing his eyes and leaning back against the tree he sat beneath.
Kakkarotto would not be coming home.
Kakkarot. The only living survivor of Vegeta's people, ningen-wannabe and all-round baka idiot; the renegade who was now probably the most powerful fighter in existence
::...more powerful,:: he thought, even more grudgingly, ::than his prince. hmph.::
The pitiful third-class, someone who didn't even want to be saiyan, who didn't recognise the homage he should pay his prince, and steadfastly refused to give Vegeta the allegiance he was owed; the idea that this traitor had somehow become the epitome of saiyan legend... well, it really rather annoyed him. Vegeta's royal blood, the only blood that was supposed to hold the key to becoming legendary, boiled at the thought of anyone being that much stronger than him. Particularly some peasant nobody.
But all that would soon be rectified.
The saiyan no ouji was confident in the fact that in a few minutes he would be restored to his rightful place as the most powerful saiyan in existence.
He would also be the only saiyan in existence. Hn, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.
His mind wandered back briefly to the magnificence Kakkarot had achieved. The crackle of energy over blazing gold hair and the almost living scent of power the man had radiated. Gorgeous. Only iron control over his body prevented a quick tongue from darting out and licking suddenly dry lips. Such a great pity it would all be for nothing in a few more minutes.
Because the number of saiyans was about to be drastically reduced if his brain-damaged compatriot didn't get off of the exploding Namek in one mutha-fucking hurry.
::...and, grinned Vegeta Saiyan no Ouji, when the baka dies I will finally be the most powerful saiyan, no, being in the universe...
I can have anything I want.::
Tearing a handful of grass from the ground he tossed it high in the air, laughing delightedly as it floated down to settle on his hair and upturned face. He realised he couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed like this; with no malice, simply because he felt...happy, and it made him laugh even harder.
After a few moments he sat up straighter, crossing his arms and legs in apparent concentration. The rare laugh died on his lips, the grin morphing into his customary scowl as he fought to ignore a small, buried part of him trying to re-assert itself.
Trying to remind him of the things he once knew, those things he could never have no matter how many planets he conquered; red sunsets seen from his father's balcony, hunting prey through the forests of his home as part of a pack, sneaking sweetmeats out of the palace kitchens and evading his tutors in the warren-like royal palace. Part of him cried weakly that what he really wanted his pride would never allow. The want, the need, to walk with his own kind, to see his true home again after so many years, to feel the easy familiarity of a bond, the luxury he hadn't allowed himself since he realised what a weakness they were. Since the agony he felt as his father's bond snapped and died.
But that part of him was squashed back into its dusty mental corner with well-practised mental training. He was the saiyan no ouji. Now and always. He had no need of such concerns; he let his mind turn to less depressing matters-
::...Now, what is there to do around here for fun?...:: Tormenting the green-beans seemed like a good prospect. The abnormal smile returned as he rose from beneath the tree and brushed the last strands of grass from his ruined battle-suit.
::Yes, the smirk widened, life is good.::
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Half-way across the galaxy, on a planet that only a few hours ago had been ablaze with greenery and life, the other half of the saiyan race was frantically dodging plumes of molten rock shooting past his face as the very planet beneath him screamed in it's final death throes.
Namek was going to explode in less than a minute.
Plain and simply: he was royally buggered.
There was no way around it, he couldn't see anyway out of this mess; Kami, all he'd wanted to do was give the white lizard a chance and now look where it'd landed him! No ship, no senzu, no hope, barely enough ki left to fly and half his skin shredded from battle (and the other half, he noted out of the corner of his eye, getting an insta-tan from the heat).
For one of the first times in his life, Son Goku felt his spirit wavering, wanting to give in and let himself be consumed by the flames licking ever closer to his heels. The heat was unbearable, it invaded every pore and made thinking a struggle, add to the fact he was almost out of energy and the adrenaline from his fight was wearing off and, gods...it all made him feel sluggish and so, so tired...maybe if he just rested for a minute...
His frantic flight slowed and eventually stopped. His form hanging uncertainly suspended above the screaming mass of magma that used to be Namekian countryside. How was it that he could slap silly the universe's most feared despot and yet be defeated by a dead hunka'rock? Wasn't really fair when y'thought about it...
Golden spikes slowly bled to their natural blue-black. His floating form dipped a little at the loss of power.
Newly-blackened eyes were raised listlessly to the sky. A pale smile. The stars were beautiful.
So clear.
The upper atmosphere had boiled away whilst he and Frieza had fought, unable to cling to the failing planet. True, it made it hard to breathe, but at least there was nothing left to obscure his view. Ignoring his burning lungs, stinging skin, and the uncountable wounds he was only just becoming aware of, Goku gazed at an expanse of space that no earthling had ever seen before.
It really was a glorious sight.
He didn't recognise a single star, but they still sparkled down on him and the doomed planet with their clear uncaring light.
The stars at home were nothing like this. They were nothing compared to these burning effigies lighting the way for the dying Namek and its one reluctant occupant. Vague connections were made in his oxygen-starved brain, and it brought up the clear memory of the last time he'd really stopped to look at a clear night sky...
It had been a cold night for camping, but they'd gone anyway. Gohan had been so worried they'd get lost, that they would end up wandering the mountains: that Chichi would get mad at them for being home late. It showed that the kid wasn't allowed out much. It had been one of the few times Chichi had let Gohan out of her sight in his short life. Which was a shame really, as Gohan had seemed to enjoy this whole concept of, "not studying", it was almost completely new to him. But only once he had explained how to find north and navigate by the stars was his son finally convinced they wouldn't end up with frying-pan induced lumps.
His boy really was a bright one, he was more scared of his mother's wrath than any wild beast on the mountains. Had taken him years to figure out what Gohan seemed to have been born knowing...
He remembered he had pointed out some of the constellations his Grampa had taught him, repeating the names for his son. Gohan had picked them up so quickly. His son was so smart, such a strong kid too. He really couldn't be prouder of his little guy.
Other memories crowded in after this first, bringing him a cooler and more welcome warmth. Memories of new mornings fishing in the river with Gohan, the smell of fresh sweat and the pleasant ache in his muscles after a really good spar, hearing his son burble about his studies and not understanding a word his gifted little boy was saying, walking along the shore on Master Roshi's island trying to resist splashing Bulma; and the calm, cool forests and mountains he'd grown up in, and doubted he'd ever see again...
::NO! nononono...no..no...::
The blurry eyes he hadn't realised had closed snapped open: NO! It couldn't end! Not like this!! There had to be a way! There just had to be a way outta this place and to get home! He couldn't die here! He had to get home! He had to...
He unconsciously clenched his fists in frustration. ::...I have to get home...:: Nails dug into already bruised skin drawing blood, the ruby liquid gathered in his palms before dripping to the ground below...
::...Ground? Wait, there's actually some ground left?...::Goku blinked and focused on the scorched earth below his feet...
::Hey, what're those things?::
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He'd come to his senses just in time.
Namek was going through its final stages of disintegration when the damned pod finally left the last of the dying planet's atmosphere.
If he had waited scant moments more he would have been super saiyan flambé. But it's arguable whether that fate would have been all that bad compared to what was in store for him.
In his blind rush, Goku didn't realise that the pod he collapsed into had been so haphazardly handled by a certain red-haired mutant (R.I.P). He didn't know that half an hour after his hasty take off the weakened wires would give up and short out, causing the pod's engines to fail. They didn't have a chance of standing up to the shock waves as Namek finally blew. He didn't know that he would float close to the dead planet's carcass for almost a week; happily oblivious in suspended animation and bleeding liberally onto pristine leather upholstery the aforementioned mentally challenged alien had never really liked anyway.
He didn't know he'd be discovered floating in the midst of this planetary debris by an enemy he'd so recently defeated. The personal hell he would become trapped in; wishing every day that he'd let himself be turned into crispy saiyan toast.
He didn't know of the scars and burdens he would have to bear.
The depths of depravity he would be subject to that his pure mind couldn't even begin to imagine.
All for the amusement and revenge of one of the most corrupt minds the universe had ever known...
But if he'd known any of that would happen, I'm sure he would have picked one of the other surviving pods, and this story would have had a very different path to follow.
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Sorry. Lied about the free popcorn.
So, what's the verdict? please leave a review if you liked it. or even if you didn't but can see some way of improving!
I'm sorry this thing hasn't been beta'ed, but word managed to get the worst of the spelling mistakes at least!
See ya next time, I've got 2 more chapters almost finished but i have no idea when i'll actually release them. Nobody hold their breath, it took me almost 2 months to get this one how i wanted it. o.O. I'm a perfectionist. so sue me!
Ja ne!