Author's note: Thanks for your support! Well, I'd already killed my damned sister so I'm perfectly fine! Gyahahaha… Just kidding, she's eating fried noodles right now. I'll keep writing no matter what, no worries. :D

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Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama

Part 18 Goku's Fate, Androids Coming

All his life, Goku was gradually losing his family. Goku's mother died soon after he's born. He couldn't recall his mother and only had his father, Bardock. Even his father always went home everyday, but Goku was always lonely most of the time. Even Bardock often brought him to the place where he's working, Goku still felt something missing. He missed his father badly. He needed a father who would have been angry if he'd made mistakes and given him praise if he'd done good things. Bardock had never done that, never. Yet, Goku always managed to smile cheerfully when his father came home.

Goku always thought that his father would have stopped his job and accompanied him everywhere if he had prayed 100 times in a day. That was exactly what Grandpa Gohan had told to him. So he did, over and over. Years and years he kept on praying, hoping his wish would be granted.

When Goku reached five, his father died in a car accident, together with his master. Somehow Goku thought the accident was his fault. It was the result of his praying. He blamed himself over and over, cried and mourned every single time. When Grandpa Gohan came and took him, Goku never showed his tears. He kept on smiling.

However, living with old man made him scared. He was scared of losing other relatives. He stopped praying. He stopped hoping. When Goku was almost six, he was alone in this world.

Fate had been cruel to him, taking everyone he loved.

Deep in his heart, Goku understood that nothing could stay longer in this world including his family. He stopped worrying, crying, and feeling guilty. His false smiling face was no longer false. It was his face. He learned to love everything, so he wouldn't lose anything. In the end, He became a nice boy with an extreme positive energy toward everything. If he had hurt someone, he would never have done it purposely. That had been a big fatal accident 2 years ago.

That purple headed boy reminded that they were facing real androids. Goku's chest felt a swift painful stab. What had happened two years ago flashed trough his brain once again. He had pressed Dr. Gero's son in the match, true, but he hadn't realized the fatal result of his sudden movement. The face of short cruel Red came into his memory, shouting and haunting him.

He who had never done something evil was forced to kill androids. Damned! That boy should think about the psychological effect of killing for me. Maybe I just ask Vegeta to kill them?

"What are you trying to say, idiot?" Vegeta's arrogant voice made him back into reality. "You look pale like horse's ass. I've already mentioned not to speak with that fucking boy. Hey bastard! Answer me!"

"The android team was sent to kill me." Goku slowly explained his voice softened and bitter. Their creator has a grudge toward me."

"Hah? Are you kidding on me? What kind of quality that you have until someone has a grudge on you?"

"Come on Vegeta, I'm serious. I had fatally injured Red Gero, son of Dr. Gero 2 years ago. Now his androids were after my head."

"Sounds like a fucking pointless fairy tale for me. Who told you this rubbish? Let me guess, that purple boy, am I right?" Vegeta laughed at him, "Kakarotto, you're not John Connor. There's no Arnold Schwarzenegger who is coming after your head. Get real and cut that crap out of your head."

"He's not telling lies, Vegeta. I trust him." Goku insisted. "He knows some information that none could know. He should be…."

"What idiot? He should be what?" Vegeta mocked him. "Shit! Do you want me believe that Red Ribbons Android team is consist of real androids who are chasing your head?"

Vegeta turned his head and looked at android no.16 that was playing with younger kids near the ring, teaching them. No. 17 and No. 18 were practicing their shoots and kicking them some big men. All of them looked like normally teenagers.

Goku hardly swallowed his saliva. It felt stuck in his throat. Fuck it! If they act normal why it happens now? Think Goku, think hard!

"Look at them closely dammit! Can you tell me something that I can believe?"

Think! Prove some facts to Vegeta. Okay, just think one big slutty fact!

"Why? Kakarotto, you are cra…"

"Is Bulma pregnant?"

Piccolo who was standing near them almost chocked to death hearing Goku's question. He pretended as if he couldn't hear any word.

"What?"

"I saw you yesterday made love with Bulma. Tell me, were you wearing condoms?"

"FUCKING IDIOT! What are you talking MORON!" Vegeta yelled out loud, his face was purplish red. He continued, "Even if I forgot to use… ARGHH… Cannot be that fast! HEY! Shit! What am I talking…?"

"Whooaa, Vegeta, everyone can hear you if you keep shouting like that," Goku tried to make Vegeta realized that he had drew some attentions from several youngsters and gamblers around them. "I'm sorry if I said the wrong thing okay? Keep your voice down, Vegeta…."

"You…. How could you asking something like that!" Vegeta drew his katana out from its sheath. "You have to pay for saying those things!"

Goku stepped back and hit several guys around him. They stared at him angrily. Goku grinned, "Sorry guys! Someone's trying to kill me now!"

Why Vegeta always acts like asshole? I just want to know whether that future boy's exist or not. Okay, maybe I said a wrong question. Let's tell the truth, he won't believe me anyway!

"Hmm, that's just my hypothesis! How if you and Bulma are having a child right now? He may appear as a purple headed boy, just like that one! Even he's that kind of snobbish smile like yours!"

"What are you trying to say?" Vegeta was still holding his katana. "Do you mean that I had some unsafe sex and producing a child?"

"Noooo!" Goku yelled hard this time. He remembered that the boy said Frieza would kill Vegeta ten days from that day. That meant that Vegeta would have ten days to produce a boy if he was careless. He still had 10 days left. He had asked a very wrong question, a very wrong one.

"Vegeta! Well! I'm trying to say that your future son was trying to help you by giving me some information!"

Vegeta stunned for a while. His face started reddening once more, "huh?"

Goku knew that was his only chance, "I'm not going to deceive you, Vegeta. He said he was your son from future, I may say. And he asked me to help you. Frieza will kill you 10 days from now."

"Are you kidding?" Vegeta twitched a while. His mascara melted down on his cheeks because of his sweats. "Son from future? That purple head?"

Goku nodded," yeah! He's your son from future! And he gave me warnings."

Vegeta curved an arrogant smile, "I don't buy that Back to the Future series, Kakarotto. Besides, Frieza always tries to kill me anytime. I don't need his rubbish talk, warnings whatever."

"Vegeta, can't you trust me this time? I…"

"I let you get away this time. You're a complete bastard. YOU have NOTHING to do with my life, Kakarotto. Never try calling me for nothing. You waste my time, dammit."

Goku whipped his face, "tell me God, why I keep being friend with this kind of thankful guy…."

Vegeta wanted to say lots of swearing toward Goku when his eyes caught something extremely terrible on the big stage. It couldn't be happened. It was his crazy imagination. He might overreact with his imagination. That wasn't true.

"Bulma….," he finally spoke. "Bulma…."

Bulma isn't standing over there in hot freaking sexy bunny costume, beside Frieza, right? Who is he trying to fooled with? That's her for sure!

"Before our next match, please welcome Miss Bulma Briefs!"

Vegeta still stared at Bulma in disbelief. What is that stupid girl doing here? Not while I'm using these fucking fag costume! SHITTT!

Bulma looked tired and scared. Her feet were trembling with fear. Frieza held her tight and pushed her onto the stage. Vegeta's mouth hardened. This couldn't be happened, he repeated. Frieza had kidnapped her for sure.

"Vegeta, is that really Bulma?" Goku shocked. He opened his eyes widely, hoping that's his illusion. Frieza surely hates Vegeta. Gosh, how far that fag could hurt Vegeta?

"Vegeta, my lovely fugitive!" Frieza said again, while searching them with his spotlights. Finally Frieza found them, the purple colors focused on three of them. The crowd roared. They stared at Vegeta, Goku, and Piccolo who were standing under the purple spotlight with interesting costumes. "I'll reward her to you if you win the next match! Do your best darling!"

Bulma's eyes widen when she saw him. Even Vegeta seemed abnormal with those mascaras and strings, she was extremely happy. Bulma hissed softly, "Vegeta…"

Vegeta hardly controlled himself. His blood demanded Bulma to be near him, protecting her. He wanted to jump and save her. His eyes kept staring at Bulma, who was stared at him either, needed to be safe. Goku held Vegeta's hand and asked him to stay there.

"Frieza could do crazy thing toward Bulma, try to focus to our match, Vegeta!"

"I know it idiot! Damn! It's hard to let her…. Shit, get your hands off her, fag!"

"We can' do anything now! It's his game remember?"

"FUCCKKK YOUUU!" Vegeta shouted. He was depressed. "Let her go, coward!"

Frieza knew that and enjoyed Vegeta's rage. That was what he wanted. He wanted Vegeta lost his patience and his self control. "Not so fast love! If you lose, I'll give her to men in here! You don't want her to be touched by hundreds men in here right?"

"How dare you!"

"Vegeta…" Bulma whispered sadly.

Frieza held Bulma's arm and said, "Don't say anything further or I'll cut your neck. Be a good doll here darling, I know you miss that ignorant monkey so much. "

Bulma closed her mouth and cried silently. She'd never felt that hopeless in her life. Vegeta realized that and that made him felt worse.

"Vegeta, stop thinking to jump there, you are not helping!" Goku warned him.

"SHIT!"

The crowd howled and made whistling sounds. They wanted an exquisite lady, of course. Drugs, hot costume, and orgy were offered there. All they need was beating Vegeta. They wanted Vegeta to lose. Some of them started to move when all of the sudden they remembered who Vegeta was. He had been a brutal killer, and he still was.

"Yeah, just attack me bastard!" he invited them arrogantly, "don't worry I'll kill you without pain!"

"Vegeta, they're not Frieza. Don't release your anger toward the innocents!"

"You fuck Kakarotto!" Then Vegeta observed all of the men around him, directly stared into their eyes, "none can touch my girl except me! Do you hear that? Frieza might let you go but I won't! I'll hunt all of you down and rape your family!"

"Vegeta, you can't remember all of them," Goku said automatically near him. "They're too much to remember."

Vegeta turned his head angrily and asked Goku, "Which side are you pig?"

Amazingly, Vegeta's mad statements made some of them scared and stood still, too afraid to do anything. The rest also kept quiet. Vegeta arrogant voice rose, "obey me or you'll see!"

"Ignore them Vegeta, especially ignore Goku this time," Piccolo said.

"What do mean?" Goku hissed, sticking his tongue out. "I don't…"

"Let's face the match now. Never let down your guard. They are real dangerous, believe me. In this case, you can kill them if you want," Piccolo said curtly and slipped a small bundle inside his pocket. "And Goku, I want you to use your Small-Vee-Something-Or-Whatever now."

"Captain? What are you saying? How could you know?"

"I've sensitive ears, Goku. I'd mentioned it before right in chapter 5? I've heard enough, all of things," Piccolo threw his smile at last. "So, be careful with your mouth."

"Okay! Let's finish them, Captain…" Goku smiled and continued, "whatever the way."

"No need to worry. This is my fight. Don't help me, Kakarotto. And stay out of this Namec," Vegeta's expression changed. Even though he was still wearing a silly costume, he couldn't hide his killing aura. He held his katana tight and slowly walked to the ring.

"It's not your fight only. It's ours. We're team, remember?"

However, Vegeta didn't listen and sauntered toward the ring. All he had in mind was only saving Bulma's neck. He cared nothing except her.

He looked different, Goku thought deeply when followed Vegeta. Vegeta had different expression that he couldn't read. Bulma was really something, he thought. Goku turned his head and stared at Piccolo. Piccolo also looked stern and cold. Oh, my. What should I do now? Well, whatever going to happen, I won't kill anyone, I promise! Right, I'll call it soon!

Goku started calling Small Bee, "Little insect… Small Bee? Come out wherever you are? Your master's calling you…"

Vegeta glanced at him and yelled, "asshole! What are you doing? Go on the ring idiot! They're waiting for us!"

"Ah, just a minute!" Goku paused a while. "Damn, where the hell are you Small Bee? Come to papa?"

Then Goku heard a chirping sound right beside his left ear. Small Bee came to him in the end. He smiled, "now do your job, Small Bee. Protect my friend, okay?"

"On your service, master. But how about you? I'm here to…."

"Just do what I say. Never let three of the androids there touch Vegeta," Goku grinned, "That cruel looking boy with the katana," he added softly before stepped on the ring.

The androids were waiting for them in the ring. All of them focused on Goku. Goku hardly resisted their eyes and their rage.

"Ah, are you Songoku?" No. 17 smiled and offered a warm shake hand. "Finally I meet you in the ring. I've been waiting for this occasion for eternity."

"Oh, yeah?" Goku raised his eyebrows, mimicking Vegeta, "Maybe because you're android so you've been waiting for me for along time? Why do you do that? Ah! I know! To destroy me, perhaps?"

"Ha-ha-ha, that's very funny of you, Songoku," No. 17 laughed.

Goku shook No. 17 hand and felt a very strong grip. He grinned, "Whooa… you're very strong!"

"Yup, 19% titanium, 11% gold, and the rest is real flesh and bone," No. 17 explained. "I'm made from real human. Even though our mission is killing you," he continued, "we don't actually want to do it, but sorry, we've no purpose in our life."

"Then do volunteer work and join Tzu Chi, a Buddhist organization, you'll feel much better!" Goku yelled. "Or you can join APGO and help the racism victims in whole over the world. Make yourself useful for your community!"

"Sorry, we're killing androids, not happy archangels."

"See? They admitted that Vegeta!" Goku shouted. "Well, maybe you guys can wait and let us win this time? We've got more important agenda today!"

"Sorry again, but do you see this necklace right on our necks? If we don't obey Dr. Gero will blow our head."

"Come on, this is not Battle Royale, its Dragon Ball fanfiction! There's nothing such as neck blowing or remote control from far-far away! That is such nonsense!"

"You stop talking nonsense, Kakarotto. The strongest lives and the weaklings die, only that the rule," Vegeta snapped and smiled haughtily, "I'd love to cut your head, androids."

"Be my pleasure, Vegeta," said No. 17. "Songoku's friends are our enemies."

"Then cut the crap and let's begin!"

The referee threw the ball on the air. The game finally began.

The beautiful teenager android, who's called No 18, jumped and caught the ball. Her blonde hair was whirling through the air. Vegeta cut her shoot and took the ball with him. No. 18 stared at him and laser came out from her eyes. Amazingly, Vegeta successfully avoided that attack. Moreover, he reverted with his katana. The katana reflected the beam backed to No. 18. Vegeta threw his wicked smile when he released his three point shoot.

"Gyahaha…. Do you like my final flash?"

No. 18's face was flat. She didn't say any words.

On the opposite, No. 17 grunted and took the ball with him, "very good, Vegeta. But I still can't understand why you could avoid that kind of beam. Maybe just your luck."

"It's not his luck, it is Small Bee," Goku hissed. "Hope Small Bee bites your 70% human ass."

No. 16 kept staying in the corner and didn't want to move. Yet, Piccolo guarded him and watched him closely. So, basically, it was a two on two, between Goku, Vegeta, No.18 and No.17.

"If you don't want to fight, what are you doing here?" Piccolo opened the conversation. He was so attracted to No. 16's coldness. "Don't kill my precious time."

"Have you heard the birds chirping? The wind blows through your hair, and helps the poor to be happy, Piccolo?"

"What are you talking? You are not that…"

"I like doing all good deeds. Songoku was talking about something, ALP…."

"APGO stands for Apartheid Policy toward Green Organization. If you want to help…."

"I'd love to, I'll join that."

"Well, I thought that you're…."

"Gosh!" Goku was falling on the ring; No. 17 threw him away and trying to punch his eyes. "Not in the same place! Vegeta did this morning!"

No. 17 released another kick and brutally hit Goku's stomach. Goku felt dizzy and vomited. Vegeta helped Goku to stand and let the ball off.

"Blast you Kakarotto! Can you stand up?"

"Thanks for…"

"Not that you ass! You had blocked my way! Stand up and step aside, let me handle them!"

"Gee…. Vegeta!"

"Android also has feeling. And for me, I'm so sensitive I could cry every time I see sadness in someone's eyes." No. 16 was telling the truth. Since Dr. Gero made him, his brain was so sensitive and full of love. He got too much chromosome XY, caused him burden of love. "Help me to fulfill my destiny, Piccolo."

"Why do you pick me? Why this time?" Piccolo actually didn't underestimate No.16 words. However, he had enough of bullshit in his life. Many people asked him to join APGO only for getting better position by the power of his family. "I can't imagine helping one silly android like you. You should have another purpose."

"Dr. Gero activated me this morning, only to destroy someone I don't know at all. I don't want to lead an ungrateful life. I want to have meaning, needed by somebody, especially the poor."

"Then help others, don't ask me…."

"I can help you saving your friends."

"By deceiving your friends there? How can I believe a damn conspirator like you?" Piccolo doubted No.16. "You could be trying to feed me some shits."

"Fuck! They're scored again!" Vegeta's eyes rolled in pain. "I have to kill them to make the score even!"

"We could do that if you let me help you! You almost stabbed me with that sword!"

"Did I? Shit! Why don't you just go directly to hell, Kakarotto?"

"It's piece of cake, No. 18! They are destroying themselves. Why can't you make that short quiet? He had cut my left thumb!"

"I can't touch him No. 17, my laser beams are ineffective," No. 18 replied calmly.

"They aren't evil, No. 17 and No. 18, they just don't know how important a human life is. I can help to make them understand, but not this time. Dr. Gero will blow their neck if they disobey him."

"What about your neck? Didn't he also put that necklace on your neck?" Piccolo shifted his head, looking No. 7 and No. 18 necklaces.

"Gr. Gero considered me useless and put me not real necklace. I only came here to complete the team. It should be consisted of three persons, right?"

In the middle of the game, Goku slowly realized that No. 18 was the shooter and No. 17 was the point guard. He wanted to stop No. 17, but he's got laser beam from his eyes. Moreover, just like him, they had excessive stamina. Wrong, the androids have unlimited stamina. Goku had to find out their weakness, but how if they haven't got any?

All of the sudden Goku remembered what the purple headed boy had said before.

Never ever think twice and cut their neck as fast as you could. But they're 70% humans, what should I do?

Goku needed Small Bee ability to stop the androids movements. He should take Small Bee from Vegeta. That was dangerous, but he got no option. At that time, No. 17 wanted to take the ball back from Vegeta. He run and flashed real quickly to steal the ball, but he hit an empty space. He didn't understand why that could happen.

"Small Bee, I'm calling you. Stop your action helping my friend and come to me immediately," Goku spoke softly, rustled in air. As he expected, Small Bee appeared and made chirping sounds around his right ear.

"I'm here master. What can I help you?"

"I need your help now to beat No. 17, the black haired android. Use your ninjutsu power, and read his move. I've got no choice left."

Bulma was watching their match from stage. Tears slowly fell from her big blue oceanic eyes. She didn't want to see this, she just couldn't. Under Vegeta's unique costume, he was ready to do anything to get her. He would be killed, and that the last thing she ever wanted.

"What's wrong with you beautiful? He's a monster, isn't he? What do you feel now, having that monster entered your body and kissed you wildly all night?"

"You're awful fag! Never said something like that toward Vegeta!" Bulma screamed. Frieza slapped her real hard until Bulma fell down on the floor.

"You're under my power, bitch," Frieza kept slapping Bulma without mercy. "Never did that again. I can kill you anytime."

Bulma groaned and spilled some blood from her mouth. Her lips bleed and her face was turning blue. She bit her lips, tried not to cry out. She couldn't let Vegeta saw her like that, weak and helpless. She closed her eyes in despair, hoping this was only a nightmare.

Everything became dark around her.

Vegeta saw this. Frieza slapped and harmed Bulma while he was watching her in between his match. Frieza had made sure he could see this clearly. That damned asshole knows how to hurt me!

Vegeta sighed heavily and kicked No. 17 down. He had to finish this crazy game as soon as possible and save Bulma. Damned! That girl doesn't move! Is she okay? Vegeta didn't notice No. 18 was coming after him and blasted a sudden kick.

She broke his right hand.

Vegeta muttered and roared. Blood colored his arm; burst of pain attacked his body. He felt dizzy and tumbled down on the ring.

Yeah, what will happen next? I don't know. Hoping Virtual Villager can inspire me, hahaha :D