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Passport to Paradise	By : gokugirl Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3596 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: I'm really sorry for taking forever to post the rest of this story. This site was down when I did try and then I completely forgot about it.

Chapter 11

They tried to get him to stay with the others, but Alain
refused to be put off. Both Vegeta and Kakarotto both had told him that they
weren't going on an adventure, that there was a chance he may die, but he
refused to be deterred. Eventually Vegeta gave in with a sigh and informed
Kakarotto that ensuring their companion could defend himself was his job.
Kakarotto smirked and informed him that he would be joining them.

After leaving Janan, they spent every morning training before the heat of the
day had time to settle in. Vegeta had done such things before as an adolescent,
but once he'd reached adulthood he had ceased to train as often. He and Alain
both quickly learned that Kakarotto was a demanding taskmaster. He didn't set
forth something he knew they could not complete, but he did push them again and
again until they finally mastered the move. The end of the first day left Vegeta
and Alain sore, though the prince didn't look half as bad as their former guide
did. Alain looked as if he would drop dead at any moment.

"I'd planned to spend the evenings in training as well," the teen had
said at the end of the first day, "but I don't think you're up to it."
Alain had looked at him as if he were crazy and wondered aloud if his body would
ever stop hurting. When he received the answer from his trainer that more
exercise was the best cure, he collapsed upon the ground with an overly-dramatic
groan.

It was little moments like that that helped to keep the darkness at bay.
Kakarotto wasn't healed, not by a long shot, but he was slowly getting there. As
each day passed, and there was no sign that the barbarians had begun their March
of Death, a little more weight was lifted from his shoulders.

By the third day they were well into the swamps. Kakarotto's old village was
actually on the farside where the unusable land gave way to grassland, but close
enough that they still felt as if they lived within the swamps. After seeing how
miserable his two companions were with all of the insects buzzing around,
Kakarotto called for a break and went scouting for plants. He gathered up
several medicinal-smelling ones and ground them up into a paste that he told
Vegeta and Alain to spread over their exposed skin. Mere moments after they did
so, they each noticed a significant different in the amount of small winged
creatures that were bothering them. Kakarotto informed them that the salve was
from an old recipe and all of his people had used on themselves before spending
any time outside. The thought of them made him sad (as it often did), but he
quickly shoved the feeling aside.

"Are you okay?" Vegeta said quietly while Alain pretended to be
preoccupied with making sure there was no clear patch of skin left.

"I will be." He rubbed at his eyes with his sleeve. "Thank
you."

After an hour's break they continued onward over the soggy ground that sucked at
their boots and threatened to them off completely. In addition to the insects
that gathered in giant clouds over the murky water, the stench of decaying
plants and animals was intense. After only a few steps into the marshes, Alain
had gagged and rushed back out. It took the blunt words of Kakarotto to draw him
back in again. To go around the swampland was to add a week onto the journey.

Due to the fact that there were few places where one could stand solidly,
Kakarotto temporarily limited training to upper body movement only. He taught
them effective ways of blocking and how to penetrate the blocks of their
opponents. He had to admit that Alain was really getting the hang of things,
much to his relief, and Vegeta was as good at combat as his physique and grace
suggested. But he was rather limited in his way of thinking. Back home in his
father's castle, his trainers had taught sword fighting and hand-to-hand as two
completely separate skills instead of intertwining them together to make them
more effective. It was hard for him to use them together as naturally as he used
them apart even when doing so might one day save his life. Kakarotto was patient
with him. Although he did not know how to use a sword, he forced Vegeta to get
used to using his hands and feet while still wielding his weapon. Several
embarrassing maneuvers later, he was finally getting the hang of things.

The following day, Kakarotto surprised them by bowing to a tree. He simply
stopped walking and turned to the ancient silver maple and bowed in reverence.
Upon closer inspection, Vegeta discovered that there were strange markings
carved into the tree. They were barely visible due to the effects of time.

"Nohin e Kul," Kakarotto whispered. "Home of the
Guardians. My home."

"Not anymore," Vegeta said gently, placing a consoling hand on his
shoulder.

Kakarotto stared at the writing that announced the start of Nohin territory, his
mind lost in bittersweet memories. "No," he sighed, "not
anymore."

***

It was clear that no one had lived there for a long time. While not as ancient
as some of the ruins on the planet, it had the same sense of emptiness and
mystery. Kakarotto winced upon entering the village proper, muttering something
to himself about lingering spirits. Vegeta and Alain could also feel the weight
of the massacre that had taken place four years before.

In one way, Nohin e Kul looked as if its inhabitants had merely stepped
out for a moment and would return soon.

They made their way up a wide street that entered into a central square. Most of
the buildings faced this square, but there were houses that had been built years
after the initial founding that did not. As they passed a small home with yellow
curtains in the front windows, Kakarotto paused again. He stared at it as tears
pooled in his eyes to trickle down his cheeks. Vegeta knew that the house he now
looked upon had been where his lover had lived. After a brief look at Alain, he
realized this as well.

Vegeta moved forward slowly to stand beside him. "Do you want to-"

"No. There's no time. If I go in there, I'll just become lost in my
memories."

"We can make time. You've never returned here after you found everyone
dead. I think you need closure."

He laughed bitterly. "'Closure' won't bring them back."

"But it will bring you back. Since the Fisher's Cove Incident,
you've practically given up your identity. If your mother was still alive today,
would she even recognize you?"

Behind them, Alain moved away to give them space as quietly as he could. He
could sense that the conversation was heading into very troubled waters.

"I did what I had to do to survive. Nothing is more important than
protecting the Key, not even my own sanity."

"And you did protect it." Vegeta wanted to pull him into his arms and
never let go, but had a feeling that any comfort he offered would be refused.
"You protected it as long as you could."

"They were able to obtain it anyway. All of my effort meant nothing."

The darkness could no longer be held back. It reared up and washed over them
both in one giant wave designed to overwhelm.

"You gave everyone a little more time with their families, their friends,
their lovers. If things do go badly, and the barbarians discover the
gateway, we can remember the times we had together in our final moments and the
end won't seem as bad. But we don't know for sure that the barbarians are
capable of finding it. Hell, we don't even know if their intentions are bad
despite the lengths they'll go to to get what they want. For many people, the
end always justifies the means." The rest of what he said was
important, maybe even more so than what he'd said before. "You are going to
take the rest of the day to remember. There's nothing at all wrong with doing
that. Alain and I will make camp somewhere else and come to get you later. I
hope you'll use this time wisely."

Kakarotto bit back the sarcastic comment he started to make and simply nodded.

"Good." Vegeta kissed him softly on the lips. "I love you. Always
remember that."

He waited until they were out of sight before turning back to the house, then he
took a deep breath and strode up the pathway before he lost his nerve. The
spirits were the thickest here.

***

There was nothing interesting to talk about so neither of them said a word. They
scouted around for a building that appeared to be official enough to house the
documents Kakarotto was searching for so that he had one less thing to do once
he emerged from his old home. Alain found the library, Vegeta found the council
house. When they returned to the square to share their findings, they quickly
debated over a plan of action. Neither of them could read the language of
Kakarotto's people, the Nohin, so they probably would have no idea what
they were looking at even if they happened to find it. Instead they decided to
set up their bedrolls in the library due to the fact that it had more room to
stretch out in and the floorboards were covered in rugs.

The patterns on them were brightly colored and didn't seem to represent anything
in nature at first glance, but a closer inspection revealed that the angular
shapes were, in fact, people and animals and plants. The designs were almost
child-like in nature, but the intricate detail that comprised the borders spoke
of maturity.

Vegeta spread out his bed roll, sat down upon it, and stared at the wall. He
felt uneasy being in a city where so many people had died needlessly and
Kakarotto's increasingly unpredictable moods weren't helping things.

"Vegeta?" Alain's voice trembled very slightly from fear. "Are we
going to die?"

"Eventually." He smirked and glanced over at him. The other man was
not amused. "All things have to die sometime."

"You know what I mean."

He sobered quickly. "Nothing's guaranteed in life, you know? They could
find their paradise tomorrow and kill everyone in this world, or they could
never find it. And even if they don't, that doesn't mean that someone else won't
come along and do worse things than they did. You can only do the best you can
with the amount of time you have to do it in. If it turns out that we only have
a week left, then I'll be glad I met you and Kakarotto and that we at least
tried to stop the end of the world from happening."

Alain remained silent for a long time just thinking things over. He sat with his
back against the wall and with his legs drawn up to his chest as if trying to
make himself small enough that no one would be able to find him. "Nothing I
have ever been told about Saiya-jin could have prepared me for you two. You're a
little cynical and sarcastic at times, but you have a good heart. And
Kakarotto..." He trailed off, shaking his head in wonder. "He's just good.
There's no other word good enough to describe him. It's like my entire world has
changed since I met him, and not just because my hometown was destroyed and my
family was killed. When he smiles it's like the day instantly grows
brighter." Alain smiled softly to himself, but it faltered when he realized
just how worshipful he sounded... and how badly his words might be taken by the
man sitting nearby. "Don't get me wrong. I really like him, but not in the
same way you do. I mean, I like girls."

The prince smirked at him again. "That's good. I really didn't want to have
to kill you."

He laughed loudly for a moment, but it soon tapered off. "You're joking,
right?"

"Yes."

"Good."

***

Everything was exactly how they'd left it four years ago. Maybe the would-be
thieves were able to sense the sorrow of Nohin e Kul and had left to find
better prospects. Maybe no one had come across the village in the entire time it
had been empty. Kakarotto hoped that the truth was the latter. The village was a
sacred burial ground that should not be disturbed by those seeking to desecrate
it.

Walking through the house was hard for him, but he still did it. In every room
he could vividly remember something special to him. The comfortable central room
was where he and his parents had relaxed after a long day of training and
working. He and his friends had also spent plenty of time playing in there when
the weather was bad. His bedroom at the back of the small house still contained
all of his toys and his clothes and his keepsakes like his rock and bird feather
collections. Sniffling, Kakarotto picked up a small shirt and wondered how he
had ever been able to fit into it. That thought caused the dam to finally burst
and the tears to escape down his cheeks. He sat down on the edge of the small
bed and cried for his lost innocence.

When he was finished feeling sorry for himself, he left his old home and
wandered around the city. He visited the training hall where Master Totepo had
pushed him beyond his self-imposed limits and proved to him that anything was
possible with a little hard work. In honor of his memory, he took a seat on the
woven reed matting on the floor, his legs crossed, and meditated. He wanted to
find the courage to stand up to the barbarians and prevent them from bringing
about the death of the world. He was only one person yet it seemed to be his
responsibility. After all, it was he who'd had the most compatibility with the
Key.

His magic may be gone, but his strength was not. As long as there was still
breath in his lungs he would still be able to fight, even if it was only in a
very small way. To the memories of all those who'd died to defend him, and to
the lives of the people who would die by his inaction, he owed that much.

His mind now free from doubt and filled with purpose, Kakarotto got to his feet
and looked around the hall one last time.

"Thank you, Master Totepo," he whispered. "Thank you for teaching
me to believe in myself.
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