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Wishes of the Fallen	By : SaiyanGirl Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4338 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Title: Wishes of the Fallen

Author: SaiyanGirl (SaiyanGirl@Gmail.com)

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Goku/Vegeta, Vegeta/Goku, implied Goku/Chichi, implied Gohan/Videl, others are a surprise! ^_~

Warning: Language, Violence, a tiny bit OOC, Death, Angst, Yaoi, Graphic Lemon

Disclaimer: All copyrighted characters appearing in this story were created by Akira Toriyama, and appear without expressed permission. Any original characters appearing are the intellectual property of the author, SaiyanGirl.

Special Thanks: A HUGE Thank You goes to Katiefoolery for beta'ing this fic. She is absolutely amazing! Without her, this story would never have been worthy of posting!

Soundtrack for Chapter Ten:

     Live - The Dam at Otter Creek (Throwing Copper, 1994)

     Neverending White Lights - Life is a Dead Scene (Act I: Goodbye Friends of the Heavenly Bodies, 2005)

All soundtrack selections are available on iTunes.

Please Note: For all Soundtrack Discliamer Information, please see The Prologue.

Chapter Ten - Shock

     "He didn't kill dad."
     "Yes, he did."
     "No, he didn't!" Tears streaked down his face, their paths cutting through dirty skin as his anger painfully leaked to the surface. Vegeta didn't take his eyes off the teenaged anguish incarnate - he couldn't. The boy's control was slipping away at an alarming rate - he was the only one who could physically keep the boy from going ballistic. Like fuck anyone else could do it, let alone the piece of shit in the cheap suit arguing with him. No way in hell was he about to miss a single second.
     He wasn't the only one.
     "Of course he did, boy." The deeper voice again, white eyes quickly glancing in Goten's direction, still leaning in a flawed stance towards Vegeta.
     "Shut up!"
     Hah - Piccolo still hadn't realized he wasn't talking to a human.
     "Don't talk to Piccolo like that!" It was a defensive shout from a pathetic guard, Gohan's entire body rearing as he dared to take his eyes away from Vegeta. Turning your back on the King of all Saiyans was to demand certain death, only Vegeta was convinced it would come from the Saiyan whom the Human now faced. The thought formed a deep smirk on his face - watching Goten tear him apart would be glorious. "How dare you question his judgment? Vegeta killed dad. Who else would have done it?"

     "Fuck you!" The violent words pierced the sudden silence, shocking the winds frozen, leaving only the quiet nuance of Vegeta's own breathing apparent to his ears. As the boy took another step, his shoulders fell ready to strike, the silence so great that Vegeta could hear another tear hitting the ground at Goten's feet. And then he roared - blood-soaked words growled in a tone Vegeta would never forget.
     He was too fucking proud to ever let himself.
     "You weren't here! You're never here! How the fuck would you know anything? You fucking left!!"
     The looks of shock on the three heroes' faces were priceless. Frozen, wide eyed with jaws embedded in the dirt at their feet - where the fuck was a camera when you needed one? Vegeta nearly beamed. Pride ran through him like a river's rage, swelling the toned and gleaming muscles of his chest, forcing his sweat to slowly course over his rigid abs as he looked on.
     "Look, Goten, you're angry. It's confusing the facts in your hea�"
     "Oh, go fuck yourself with your psycho bullshit!" Vegeta's smirk grew wider with every word from the boy's mouth, wanting to laugh at the looks he knew were plastered on the heroes' faces. "I'm not one of your godsdamned fucked up kids, you asshole!"
     "Goten! Please, try to ca�"
     "I fucking saw what happened!!"

     The words struck Gohan like solid blows, making him stagger backwards as he nearly lost his balance. Suddenly he was a thousand miles from himself - the self-righteous Hero of the Weak replaced by an insignificant man fearful of the brooding dread within his own soul. Vegeta could tell he was trying his hardest to hide his thoughts - he'd failed. Humans couldn't hide anything. Even with their backs turned.
     For several moments they stood; unable to move, unwilling to move - their bodies frozen in the oppressive heat that pervaded their clothing.
     "... What?" Fear was dripping from his words. Vegeta sneered - the disgrace was too fucking weak to accept an answer he already knew.
     "I saw it." Goten blinked, another tear falling from his eye. His voice was suddenly short, quiet.
     It was deafening.
     "I saw what happened." And he fell.
     Dirt spun around him as his body hit the ground, soaking him in the remnants of destruction. He pulled himself upright as though it were the hardest thing he'd ever done - arms draped over his knees, his bloodshot eyes full of disdain for those around him. His shoulders slumped under the weight of a world of devastation, frozen within his own personal hell. Vegeta had already seen that look - the teen's resemblance to his father was uncanny, save for one blinding difference...
     His eyes.
     Into nothing, Vegeta stared - the boy's eyes were a void of nothing. Blood and tears illustrated Goten's devastation, white streaks cutting through the violent red as his tears gleamed in the sun's rays. His body didn't move, his face didn't flinch - Vegeta couldn't even tell if the boy was even breathing. He was deathly still - only the mocking dirt swirling around him proved he still lived.
     Certain of his assured dominance over the boy, Vegeta released his ascension, the familiar feeling of power fleeting along his bulging veins as his sweating muscles decreased in bulk. No one even noticed as his hair morphed back into its natural black. Every eye was stuck to the teen who now sat in seething fury before them. All but two: the two hidden pathetically behind the human affectation of manufactured contact lenses. Vegeta couldn't see the Human's eyes, but he could easily guess what they were looking at: nothing, just as Goten's were - only nothing important was happening behind them.
     "Tell me what happened." Typical. A fucking command coming from the weakest bastard standing among them. Always needing to be in control, always needing to know everything. He knew nothing. He was fucking lost and couldn't stand it - a perfect fit among the rest of them. Hell, even the robot looked as if she didn't know whether to see to her broken pet or attempt to approach the boy.
     The heroes just stood in forced silence. They'd released their flawed stances, their faces telling stories of weakness as they drowned in their own confusion. Vegeta stepped forward, ignoring the warning glance from the green man, replying in kind with his middle finger.

     "Kakarott vaporized himself."
     "Shut up, Vegeta." Gohan's retort was all too fast. Typical of a Human as lost as an unwanted orphan. "I want to hear Goten say it."
     "Fuck off, disgrace. He's already been through more hell than you could imagine." The commanding growl of the King of all Saiyans had overwhelmed the vicious hostility in his voice.
     "Tell us what happened, Goten." The Human's back tensed - Vegeta scoffed at the weakness before him. Avoiding and ignoring an insult were two different things: Gohan had failed at both.

     "Get away from him, runt." His tone grew colder. The memories had resurfaced, bringing the hatred with them.
     "Oh, go to hell, Vegeta!" The Human suddenly turned to face him, his face marred by anger for the first time since his arrival. He couldn't intimidate an infant. His face shared remarkable traits with an attention starved ten year-old amidst a temper tantrum.
     'Fucking pathetic...'
     "Don't try to get between me and my broth�"
     "Don't you fucking dare call yourself that!" Vegeta viciously spat the words at him as the hatred consumed him, clenching his fists and twisting his face into a violent sneer. "You are not his family!!"
     "And you are?" The Human was a split second away from joining his friend in a mangled heap of broken bones marinated in the bland weakness of Human blood. "Is that it, Vegeta? Kill Goku and take Go�"
     "We were in the kitchen."
     A lost voice entered his mind as Vegeta glared the man into inferiority, forcing his sight back to the frozen shadow of his pupil.
     "What?" Gohan spun on his spot once again, the confusion in his actions looking so pathetic, it was barely worth insulting.
     "Dad was trying to stop�"
     "Stop who? Vegeta?" The deep voice again, wrong as usual.
     "Vegeta was trying to save him."
     The words struck Vegeta in the face. Suddenly, his eyes were wide, his mind comparing the words with the fists and accusations the boy had hurled at him barely ten minutes prior.
     "Goten, slow down. What are you talking about?" The Human's attempt to gain control forced him from his memory, the desperation in the disgrace's voice making him sneer.
     "I got to the kitchen door. He was trying to stop me." The boy's voice was flat, conducted in the off-key harmony of a manic depressive choir. It was broken. Destroyed.

     "Who was? Urggh�Vegeta?" The mangled waste again. Couldn't it shut the hell up and let the kid talk?
     "Vegeta was already in the kitchen when I got there. He told me to stay away... but I didn't." The shadowed chants of the dead continued, slowly creeping around the heroes' bodies, their darkness feasting upon feeble minds. "I... I got closer. Vegeta didn't have any clothes left... the energy... ripped him apart. Dad didn't want anyone to get close... to... to..."
     "Goten, it's oka�"
     "To see... what he'd done."
     The colors vanished from the Human's face. True strength didn't exist within him anymore - if he knew she was only a few feet away from where he stood...
     "What!? What did he do?" His voice was weak: Vegeta could hear it trembling, just as the Human trembled before him, failing to preserve what pathetic strength he had left. He had none. He deserved none. He'd thrown it all away.
     "Vegeta told me to get away... but I saw. Dad... was on the ground..." Another tear fell through the cracks, the muscles in his neck tensing as he drew breath. "He was on the ground... with mom... in his arms."
     "...What?"
     "Mom... oh Gods... mom!"
     "Goten! What the fuck happened!?"
     "Dad... killed her!"

     Gohan disintegrated. His body broke as he stumbled backwards, unable to keep his head up.
     "What!?" The deep voice boomed over their heads as it crashed through the dirty air, shock painfully apparent in the single word.
     "She was on the ground... She was�" His voice was raging as it cracked, ready to implode at any second. "And then, I�I heard... screaming; so much pain..."
     "Goten, are you sure you saw this!?" The crashing voice again, shooting loftily over their heads, yet sounding painfully forced...as if he was trying to hide something... something which Vegeta had never heard in the Namek's voice.
     Fear.
     "And then... Vegeta grabbed me... we flew away... and... everything went white." Goten's eyes fell shut, quietly shedding tears as he dropped his head behind his arms.
     As painful and pitiful as it looked, Vegeta couldn't help but respect the nobility in Goten's actions.
     Respect.
     Honor.
     Two words which Humans could never understand. Every Saiyan who'd ever lived had breathed those words as they did air. They weren't just words, they were reasons for being; reasons for living, reasons for fighting - they were reasons for victory. Goten was Saiya-jin. He understood.
     Weeping silently behind his arms for his fallen parents was the noblest thing Vegeta had ever seen Goten do. It was his grief, and his alone.
     Nobody else mattered.
     "Goku... no..." The mangled wreck coughed, barely holding back more blood as it forced itself to sit up, its master assisting in its useless efforts.
     "Dende..." It was Piccolo's choice of swear words - damning the kid who'd saved his life countless times. Glancing over at the green giant, Vegeta read uncertainty in his drawn eyes, strained distress painted on his smooth face. "Dead... again."
     "What's that supposed to mean?" Amazing - the box in the android's neck had managed to force some emotion into her speech. "What do you mean, dead again?"
     "He's died before, my dea�" A violent hack erupted from its lungs as it tried to speak, the pain Vegeta had caused still thriving within it. "Urrghh�but, he's never..."
     "Yes, he has. But it was by my hand..." First fear, now guilt? What the hell was wrong with the Namek? Not enough meditation in his boring existence?
     'Don't tell me fucking that disgrace has made him more huma�'
     Shit.
     Humans.
     They freaked out like scared little children at the slightest things. The second just one of them noticed the brand new desert in place of trees and mountains, they'd all come running with their pathetic soldiers and useless technologies. Like fuck was he going to let them crawl anywhere near here. This was her final resting place.
     He wouldn't let them touch it.
     His eyes scanned one useless existence after another, checking for one of those godsdamned annoying devices. Saiyan technology had long surpassed the need for the blinking colours, childish noises and primitive circuitry - much good it did him now their work was gone. He'd rather use one of the motherfucking Icejinn's precious scouters than rely on human technology, but the Woman hadn't even figured out how to reproduce those yet.
     Turning his eyes to the suede, he spotted exactly what he was looking for. Vegeta ignored the standing stillborn as he approached, snatching the cell phone from his hip and flipping it open.
     'Figures.'
     He rolled his eyes as he was greeted by three colorful pillows with smiling stick-figure faces. Fuck off with what time it was, he had more important things to deal with.
     'Shit. What is her godsdamned numb�'
     His right thumb moved without permission from his brain, the pillows pulling yellow, pink and purple numbers from a box with stars on it to display the phone number as he dialed. If those damn things said just one more fucking word, he swore he would somehow bring them to life just so he could torture them to death by ripping their arms off and shoving them up their assess. A resounding "OK!" from their sickening faces forced a deranged twitch over his right eye, his urge to crush the device nearly overpowering his restraint as he lifted the damn thing to his ear.
     'Pick up your fucking phone, woman...'

     It clicked.
     "Woman?"
     "Vegeta?" Her apparent outrage was reduced to the distorted polyphonic whine of inferior technology. "What the fuck are you doing!?" Still in her fiery mood...

     "Where are you?"
     "I'm in my office, damnit! Do you have any idea what the fuck is going on over here?" Pissed off, but still fiery. "The entire Geological Survey department is having a fucking heart attack!"

     'How the hell do you turn the volume down on this thing...'
     "You need to be here. Now."
     "Be there? Why? So I can stand next to the man who just created a fucking dustbowl the size of The Southern Banks?" The attitude would have made him smirk if it weren't pissing him off. "I just had some fucking reporter call me for a comment on my company's recent failure! And that's not the worst of it! Have you seen these fucking satellite images? I've got government suits demanding a full explaina�"
     'No wonder he's so fucking stupid... how the hell could he still have functional hearing?'
     "�And C.T. fucking I. is still breathing down my neck! They have no fucking clue what happened to Mount Paozu; what the hell am I supposed to te�"
     "Bulma!"
     His shout instantly cut her off, the single word communicating more than a million hours of speech ever could. Vegeta rarely used her first name - but when he did, he knew he had her full attention. "Bring your company. Now."
     Silence crackled through the device.
     "Woman?"
     "Vegeta..." Her voice was instantly stricken with worry. "What's happened?"
     "Bring everything, you hear me?" Vegeta's voice was as dark and commanding as he possibly make it - it was the only way. There wasn't any time for pointless human emotion - there wasn't even time for her to even think. "Everything."
     Strained silence resumed between them. He'd never asked her for anything in his life, and she knew it. He wasn't the one to dare ask anything of the most powerful woman on the planet - she always knew what he wanted before he even wanted it. But everything in their past paled in existence compared to this moment.
     He needed her.
     "We're coming."
     The device clicked.
     Folding the phone shut before another one of the godsdamned pillows could talk, Vegeta turned his attention back to the scene before him. Nothing had changed - only a sense of dullness had set it, suppressing movement, reaction, thought, emotion... Suppressing every sign of life within its victims. He turned to face the suit again, looking to give him back his precious pillows.
     'Has he even fuckin' moved?'
     Approaching the inanimate shadow, Vegeta didn't bother to acknowledge its existence - he simply dropped the phone back into the holder. He took a step back, surveying everyone around him.
     No one was moving. Everyone had their eyes cast upon the ground, wallowing in the hurt of their lost savior. Once again, as the hot winds swept over his hotter skin, he found himself lost within his own thoughts, torturing himself with a barrage of 'what ifs.' What the hell was he going to do? Wait for her to get here?
     Yes.
     In a brief moment of perfect clarity, Vegeta was finally sure of something for the first time all morning. He had to stay here - had to wait for the woman to arrive. No one was going to get anywhere near her so long as they valued their own lives.
     "Well, great." The sound commanded Vegeta's attention, burrowing through the mindless noise of silence as his eyes turned to lie upon Goten once more. "This is just fuckin' great..." The tears had ceased their flow, replaced by the angered red that had flared around his eyes. "What the fuck do I do now?"
     To each of them, he made his demand: a devastated glare commanding they answer him. An answer, an explanation - fuck, not even Vegeta could do more than coldly stare back at him. What the fuck was the boy going to do? What could he do? He was barely an adult by Saiyan standards, making him pretty much fucked when it came to this planet's ridiculous customs. It wasn't like he could go off to another planet with a half dozen of his friends and raise hell - he was still in schooling for gods' sake.
     'What the fuck am I gonna do with him...'
     Vegeta could barely look into those eyes - so much pain and misery in something so young. It wasn't fucking right. It shouldn't be fucking happening again. Saiyans weren't supposed to ever see death or destruction until they were fifteen at least. Just another fucking stake driven into their hearts by the motherfucking Icejinn - discarding their infants as a means of profit, throwing them into the depths of Hell and not giving a living shit about it. It was just another way to destroy them. But when did it fucking stop? The Icejinn was being eternally raped and tortured by a Saiyan god, the Saiya-jin race was destroyed - and still his grasping influence affected the younger generations. He was fucking sick of what he saw in Goten's eyes; he'd seen it too many times before.
     He knew it all too well.

     "I mean, fuck! Look around us!"
     The boy's gaze bounced frantically in random directions, his voice snapping Vegeta from the clutches of his memories. He felt the humid air spread across his skin, easing the sweat along his shoulders to trail down the canyon of his spine. The soothing brush of cool helped ease the tension in his muscles, loosening his body and allowing him to think.
     "I don't even know where the fuck I am!"
     "We are exactly twenty seven point four miles from the blast's minimum safe distance." Spoken like a true computer. Another smirk graced his moist skin as Goten's eyes crossed to her, proudly observing the anger scorched upon the boy's face.
     "Well-thank-you-for that, Mrs. Traffic Report." The boy's attitude was drenched in sorrow, his voice nearly cracking in rage. "What's next? Sports? The fucking weather!? Hey! It's fucking forty degrees out here in the middle of a godsdamned motherfucking wasteland created by my father!!"
     No emotions graced her face. Vegeta watched as the boy lashed at her, his vicious words ripped from his bleeding heart. He might as well have been reciting the fucking alphabet for all the reaction she displayed. Fucking computer.
     "A wasteland!" he continued, shouting his anger into the soulless depths of nothing. "A fucking wasteland..."
     Vegeta watched as Goten scanned his surroundings, his eyes empty, his body listing on the edge of life itself. The boy had nothing: no home, no food, no parents... His anger spiked at the thought of it - where were the open fucking arms of earth's heroes? Didn't any of them give a shit about the kid? He raked his sight over each one, his blood boiling as they refused to meet his gaze.
     'Son of a bitch...'
     He couldn't believe it. Not a single one of them gave a living shit about Goten at that moment. All they cared about was their fucking hero: the one who had left them twice before. The boy survived certain death from his broken father, and suddenly only the broken mattered.
     "What the hell do I do now..."
     Godsdamnit - he had to do something. His heated muscles grew tense as he grit his teeth, casting his sight to the ground at his feet. How the hell could he be so powerless to help him? But what the fuck could he do? He wasn't the boy's father. He had no blood relation to him no matter how much they had spilt together. He had a son of his own to guide, and that came with its own set of problems. Taking in an orphan would only make things worse...

     But that wasn't fucking good enough.
     Goten was as much his son as he was Kakarott's.
     "Gohan," the computer spoke, her voice returning to the sterile chirp of automated technology. "You are the only one who qualifies as Goten's legal guardian."

     The suit didn't stir - it remained still enough to avoid disturbing the dust that had settled between its cheap threads. A fucking dry-cleaning bill was more important!?
     "Gohan!" The deep voice of Namek boomed overhead once more, failing to capture the Human's attention. The lack of response set Piccolo in action, his strong legs carrying him to rest before Gohan's blank sight. "Snap out of it, boy. Your brother needs you." Still he didn't stir, not even for the familiar presence of his closet lover.

     "Gohan! Come on, man." The high pitched drawl of Human mannerism told Vegeta it could only be one person speaking. "He's your brothe�aahhhrrgh shit!" The cry of pain brought a fleeting smirk to Vegeta's face.
     'Fuck...'
     He couldn't let Goten fall under the care of that fucking disgrace. No way in all the depths of hell would he let that pathetic Human destroy all of Goten's progress. No Human should ever be left to raise a Saiyan warrior, even one of Goten's age. He was a warrior, not a useless Human child who needed raising. Forget guidance, forget training - Humans saw children as pets to raise in their stead. Gohan couldn't take care of a fucking artificial plant.
     No...
     "Gohan. Look at me." The Namek's voice was suddenly subdued, his head dropping as he placed a hand on the Human's shoulder. "He needs you."
     'The fuck he does, green man.'
     Vegeta ignored the poorly hidden Eros in the Namek's eyes, shifting his gaze to the boy who now sat silently with his hands draped over his knees. No way in hell�
     Vegeta snapped his head up, his eyes widening as something suddenly brushed against the edge of his hearing. The robot's radar had noticed it as well, her head turning in a specific direction with inhuman speed. Low thunder filled his ears, the sonic pitch of hover-engines sliding subtly overtop.
     "There's only one," the radar reported, her eyes locked to the sky.
     'She would have brought more than that...'
     "Fuck," Vegeta spat, flexing his sweating muscles as the thought of confrontation graced his fucked up mind. "That's not her."
     "Whoever it is, they're headed for us."
     The rumbling increased in volume until he could see a black dot over the horizon. He didn't give a shit who it was - they were two seconds away from becoming the first victims of the newly formed Mt. Paozu Triangle. The thought of testing his aim at this distance nearly made him smirk - it'd been a while since he'd last tried distances over five miles.
     "Robot!" Vegeta snapped his head around to glare at the generically clothed android. "Can you see who it is?"
     She replied with a blank stare, her eyes veering over his head as they flickered, the optical mechanics of her eyes rotating sharply with a subtle hum.
     "Well?"
     "Humanoid origin, triangular engine configuration, multi-directional tail design, tempered Xaiy-glass cockpit shie�"
     "Get to the point!" He didn't need a godsdamned breakdown of something that would be lucky to survive another thirty seconds.
     "It's a Medical Evacuation Transport. License markings indicate East City."
     "Med-evac? How the hel�nnnrrgghh... it find us?" Every attempt it made to move brought a smirk to Vegeta's face, pain clearly etched upon his face as it stopped him dead in his tracks. Pain he'd gladly cause all over again. "Fuck, I don't want to go to a hospital! They'd take months to fix this."
     'Why the hell would she call the�'
     A pronounced groan radiated from deep within his sweaty chest, a wave of painfully obvious annoyance washing over him as it pulled him into the depths of aggravation.
     'You've got to be fucking kidding me...'
     Why the hell did she have to call him? What good would one Human do? They already had two of them here: one was incapable of movement and the other wasn't worth his own weight in shit. Add another to the mix and they'd still be completely useless. And if one of those stupid doctors saw her body from up there and decided to open their mouth about it, he'd have to keep the cheap suit from trying to imitate Kakarott.
     'Hah - pathetic as that would be...'
     As the craft neared, its exterior began to reflect the unobstructed sun into their eyes - the cavalry arriving in all its shining glory. Its swept-back design streamlined its dominant lines, twin curves smoothing alongside the cockpit as it sat between twin engines. The curves sleeked down the tapered length of the craft, the sharpened tail slightly raised as it sped towards them. Synthetic black stretched as it flexed over the body's curves, the polished skin of the machine accented by silver tips formed around the engines' intake and exhaust ports. A white explosion of reflected light cascaded upon Vegeta's face, forcing his eyes to narrow as he raised his hand to block it.
     No sooner had his hand raised, the explosion ceased.
     'Huh...?'
     Lowering his hand, Vegeta's eyes spread as wide as the barren plain on which he stood. Speeding towards them was a craft of whites and reds, the universal colours of health running diagonally down the engine housings.
     'What in the living fuck!?'
     As the aircraft slowed over head, the thrust of the engines forced clouds of dirt into the air once more, pushing them away as it came to a hover. With his eyes burning from the dust, Vegeta was forced to use his ki, deflecting the chaotic sandstorm away from his body. He glared through the dirt, watching as a hatch opened, a rope falling from the bottom of the craft. A lone form clasped the line as it jumped, sliding down until its boots hit the ground. Through the noise which threatened to deafen them all, Vegeta barely made out the shouting of theatric Human formality.
     "M. E. One on the ground! Proceed one half click due west for dust-off!" As the line shot back into the craft, the form turned towards them. The craft veered off as he began to run, throwing his helmet to the ground as he charged for them.
     'Humans. Always dramatic.'
     Vegeta sneered as the male rushed towards them, the pack stretched along his back refusing to budge from the exerted effort. Gods only knew what was running through his head at that moment...
     'Hey! I'm running towards a guy who's wearing next to nothing, a mangled body covered in its own blood, a frozen cheap suit, a green man wearing a turban, a robot created in the image of a woman and a fucked up teenager with his head in his hands, all out here in the middle of fuckin' brand new farmland. All in a day's work for the heroes of Humanity!'
     "Hah." Vegeta scoffed - he'd actually made himself laugh amidst all this shit. He turned his back as the Human approached, doing his best to ignore whatever came out of his mouth.
     "M. E. One has made contact!" he inanely shouted, obviously still barking at the rest of the Humans still in the craft. "Everyone, please stay calm! You're all going to be okay!"
     No one moved. He could have been a fucking clown for all the attention they paid him.
     "Holy shit..." The words left him quietly as he rushed to the mangled pile's side, dislodging his pack and throwing it on the ground, "Sir, don't move! You're going to be alright!" He instantly ripped his pack open, thrusting his hands in and grabbing various objects of battlefield triage.
     "Don't touch him." The computer's words were sterile - unthreatening but unemotional. They failed to faze him.
     "Ma'am, I need you to step back! This man is severely injured and needs medical attention." His eyes didn't leave its mangled arm, still bent in the wrong direction.
     With mechanical precision, she grabbed his wrist, bending it enough to force a groan of pain from within. "I said, do not touch him." The Human stared into her dead eyes, obviously fearful as he saw the nothingness which resided behind her organic walls of epoxy. Thrusting him forward, she released his hand as he fell backwards onto his ass, visibly shaken by her actions.
     "Get up, Darien." The Human's head immediately snapped up at his words, staring over his shoulder like a deer caught in a car's high beams. Little did he know, he was staring Royalty in the face.
     "Do I - How do you know my name?" He stammered as he rushed to his feet, taking a few steps towards Vegeta's virtually naked sweating body before stopping in his tracks.
     "I'm your new girlfriend's ex." The reaction his words garnered made him smirk harder than he had all morning. He stood silently, thick, muscled arms crossed over a wide, bulging chest that swelled even as he breathed, watching as the Human's eyes followed a bead of sweat rolling slowly down his battle hardened physique.
     Darien stood just shorter than Kakarott's height, his short hair fitting his typically uniform Human look. Broad shouldered by Human standards, his frame was relatively thick, obviously somewhat in shape as required by his occupation. His flight suit was decorated in blacks and reds, various sewn patches indicating his profound authority in medical emergencies. Brown eyes quivered as they stared into the calm navy of the Saiyan King, implacable pride radiating from deep within his impenetrable core. Never faltering, never showing weakness - concealed by clothing or not, his immoveable presence demanded respect and commanded fear. And the Human knew it.
     "Wha... you're Fehjitah?"

     "Vegeta," he corrected, his mind ignoring the mispronunciation. "Yes, I am."

     "What the..." His eyes shot up and down Vegeta's frame, his whole body reeking of surprise and alarm. "What the hell happened to you? What the hell happened out here!?"
     "Exactly what your girlfriend will tell you." Vegeta's tone was flat as it was commanding. Like hell was he going to explain the universe to this simpleton. He had neither the time nor the patience to waste a single breath trying.
     "M. E. One, come in." The crackle of the radio emanated from behind his ear, the subtle piece of technology well hidden by Human standards - too bad they would never emerge from the shadows of their Saiyan counterparts. "M. E. One, come in!"
     Darien remained motionless, frozen in a fearful haze of confusion as he stared absently at the sweaty muscles before him.
     "M. E. One, come in! Darien, what the hell, man?"
     "You might want to answer them," Vegeta mocked, his ears far too honed to miss a thing on this godsforsaken rock - like he gave a shit about what kind of reaction it garnered.
     "Huh? Yea... Yeah�M.E. One here!" he scrambled, pressing a hand to his right shoulder.
     "Fuck, there you are! What's your situation, over?"
     "Uhh... shit... I�I have one man down... s�severe injuries to his right arm and leg." Vegeta's jaw clenched as he fought back the unbearable urge to laugh in the Human's face - the quiver in the guardian's voice provided some much-needed relief from this fucking misery. "Uhh - un... unable to move at this time, over."
     "Roger that. Update with E.T.A. when available." The crackles continued: the swirling dirt was obviously having fun with their primitive technology. He didn't even need to look at the man to see the fearful confusion flooding his eyes - it was the same look of inferior horror he saw on every single being he'd ever stood over. All in a day's work for a King.
     "G.P.S. shows another intact body in your vicinity, point-zero-four clicks on your six, over."
     Vegeta's face instantly darkened as he scanned the inane chatter: the godsdamned pilot had spotted her.
     "R�roger that. M. E. One, out."
     He'd have to hurt her new boyfriend after all.
     The hero turned away, setting himself in an opposite direction. A swift hand to the Human's shoulder stopped him dead.
     "You're not going anywhere," Vegeta commanded, his voice icy as the polar winds.
     "I have to check it out, Vegeta," he replied, the formality in his voice quickly returning. "Someone may need my help."
     He shrugged Vegeta's hand away, taking another step towards her in the process. A rush of anger washed over him as he suddenly found himself fighting for strength, searching his soul for reasons to stay his hands from killing the woman's new fling.
     "Stop!" His voice commanded the attention of everyone present, save for Kakarott's offspring. It failed to reach the stubbornly righteous medic as he continued to march forward.
     Snarling, Vegeta disappeared from sight, instantly appearing before the Human, much to his sudden terror. He grabbed the medic's suit, baring his fangs and violently pulling him forward to stare straight into the eyes of sheer vengeance. "Touch her and I'll rip your fucking throat out." His words were ice, frozen sonic waves immune to the burning heat of his sweating body. Every fiber of his being cried out for permission to set the man ablaze - to watch him burn for simply disobeying him.
     Screaming instantly filled his ears. Darien was frozen, his body unable to move, let alone create the mechanical scream of Human aeronautics. Holding the man still, he peered over his head to see the sky blotted out by hundreds of machines.
     'Hnn. Finally.'
     Vegeta forcefully released the trembling Human from his powerful grasp, forcing him to clumsily stumble backwards. He glanced at the human one last time before walking by him; he was scared, but he wasn't a coward - he saw it in his eyes. He'd passed Vegeta's test.
     Approaching the group of heroes once more, he could tell the sudden appearance of a thousand Humans was making them uneasy. Goten still lay motionless on the ground, seated in his frozen despair. The rest of them were ready to run like hell - the only thing they were good at.
     "Gohan," the green man spoke again, his voice carrying over the imploding sonic waves invading their private moment. "Come on, son. We have to go. Grab Goten and let's get out of here."
     Vegeta nearly stopped dead in his tracks. Did he just call him his son? The Namek, calling that disgrace his son!?
     "Goten..." the Human spoke, his suit barely shifting as his voice chanted in monotony. "Come on. Let's go."
     Multiple aircraft began landing all around them, every one of them plastered with her company's logo. Men and women in various uniforms began shuffling out from the machines, some carrying boxes and equipment.
     "Goten." The disgrace spoke again, seeming to come to life at the sound of his own voice. Fitting - an existence so fucking full of itself, reacting only to itself, never to what actually mattered. Every word from his fucking mouth exponentially increased Vegeta's want to break it. "Come on, kiddo, let's get moving."
     The boy slowly raised his head. The same torturous pain was still thriving in his eyes, screaming songs of misery as he looked upon Vegeta, wordlessly calling for help.
     Vegeta blinked, hoping his stare told the boy exactly what it needed to - like fuck would he leave him there. There was nothing in the teen's eyes but vicious, unrelenting Hell - it was impossible to know if he'd caught his promise. Goten's head slowly moved away from Vegeta, his eyes panning over to look at the cheap suit.
     "We're going home, Goten."
     "Okay..." was all that came from the boy, his frame gradually elongating as he stood.
     "Piccolo, we need a diversion." He looked over to the green man: the Namek's eyes were so full of amour, he wanted to puke. When he saw the smile form across the giant's face, he knew he would.
     "You got it."
     'I knew it...'
     They were fucking - they had to be.
     Closing his eyes, a low rumble trickled from Piccolo's voice as the winds began flapping at his cape. Dirt began to swirl into the air, mixing with a strenuous cry of pain as the robot hoisted her broken pet into her arms.
     "Holy shit!" The cries of alarm flowed from all around them, her employees suddenly fearful of their own lives. "It's a fucking tornado! Everyone, find some cover!"
     Vegeta remained motionless, his ki deflecting all the dirt from his body as it continued to gain speed. Within moments, a fully formed funnel cloud had surrounded them, deafening his hearing again. The only thing more annoying than the sweeping noise of billowing dirt was the Namek's voice - his low humming expanding into a loud monotonous groan. He was thankful when it ceased.
     "Go!"
     They took to the air simultaneously, surging up the funnel cloud faster than the Human eye could track. All but one. Goten remained on his feet, silently staring at him. Vegeta stared straight into his eyes, burning through the Hell which attempted to block him out. He would save him. There was no way in Hell he'd leave Goten stranded with that fucking disgrace. He nodded once more, his actions giving Goten the permission he sought, giving him the reassurance he wanted...
     Giving him the help he needed.
     Vegeta blinked. Goten was gone.
     As the cloud dissipated, Vegeta remained still, ignoring the final remnants of the planet as they bounced off his ki. He began to walk in the direction of the recovering Humans, his mind trying its best to wipe Goten's anguish from his memory. It failed.
     "Vegeta!!"
     She came running as fast as her toned legs could carry her. And before he knew it, she was on him, her hands gripped tightly to his sweating muscles as she hugged him.
     "Holy fuck, Vegeta! Are you ok?" Her concern surprised him - she obviously didn't give a shit about what he smelled like.
     "I'm fine, woman." He gazed into her eyes, flexing his sweaty muscles as a gesture of re-assurance as she pulled her hands away. She took a step backwards, her nose crinkling as she found his thick sweaty scent; her eyes told him she didn't care. She was more worried about what she didn't yet know.
     "Vegeta - tell me." She looked to be on the verge of tears, the sky blue quickly wallowing in its own rain. "Tell me what happened."
     "Kakarott... and his wife." His voice was quiet, suddenly sounding as lifeless as Goten's had.
     "What's happened to them!?" she pleaded, the rain beginning to fall.
     "They're dead."
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