Adult-FanFiction.org : Gundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA

Gone	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the characters. I do not make any money off of writing this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
Macha: Thank you for R&R! I'm glad you're still enjoying this story, it's beginning to take a lot out of me for whatever reason. I have to warn you now my chapters are getting longer one by one so i appreciate you sticking with me! Hope you don't mind my vague-ness in my response your comments and very interesting in comparison to what actually goes down! anyway, enjoy!

Enjoy!

Eleventh Chapter

Goku had a terrible, terrible headache. He couldn’t remember ever having one before, not unless it was provoked by battle wounds. He dropped from the sky, everyone else following closely behind him. He almost wished they would all just go away.

They had come to such an abrupt stop it seemed like Goku was so unnerved his couldn’t concentrate enough to fly any further. They were all, except for Piccolo, thrown for a loop on this one. They had been expecting a battle, a challenge- an epic episode of maximum proportion, sure to go on for days! What they got, well, it hadn't sunk in yet.

Goten was the first to break the silence, asking, “Why did you tell him not to follow us? We can always just sense if anybody comes around.”

“We don’t want them to know that,” Piccolo answered first, finding it a bit easier than the others to use his brain at this point in time. He couldn't take his eyes off of Goku and he was having a hard time figuring out what the man was thinking.

Gohan added, “We don’t know what they know about us and we want to keep the information they do have on us at a minimum.”

“That includes everything,” Goku mused, staring off into space, though his eyes were pointing towards the group, “where we stay, who we know…” he trailed off. His turned his back them and didn’t seem to want to talk.

“It would be in our best interests to bluff about Vegeta for as long as possible. We should not to let on that we don’t know where he is and that he’s probably not coming back,” Piccolo stated, knowing it was vital to put that out there and that he was the only one who would with Trunks present.

Gohan looked at him and huffed for his insensitivity to the young boy but Piccolo figured he’d have to accept it eventually and sooner rather than later is always for the best.

“Goku,” Trunks finally spoke up after seeming to ignore that comment, “What if my Dad does come back and finds out that they named you their king?”

Goku was brewing underneath the surface, hell bent on contemplating his own personal set of problems but he found it in himself to answer in a barely audible whisper, “I don’t know.” He finally did turn around and looked at Trunks, telling him, “I’d much rather Vegeta be king.”

“He’ll be mad that’s what!” Goten spouted off, “Vegeta would be so mad!” He looked at his friend and tried to give him some comfort through a glance as pitiful as it seemed. He was just named a prince, too, after all. As meaningless as it was to him, the situation was awkward at best.

“I don’t care that they made you King, you are stronger, it makes sense,” Trunks was looking straight at the ground beneath his feet, “I... I just don’t get it.”

Goku understood what Trunks was trying to say completely though the others may not know what he 'didn’t get.' He didn’t get why Vegeta left when he did. He didn’t get why he’d missed this opportunity to regain his rightful place amongst his people, and that Saiyan- Von- was acting like everything was so simple and there was no other way. Goku put his hand down on Trunks’ shoulder once more and somehow managed to confess, “I wish Vegeta was here.”

Trunks looked up at him, wide-eyed at having heard Goku admit what even he couldn’t. He immediately changed the direction of his view, turning his back to all of them much like his father used to, causing Goku’s hold to fall from his shoulder. Trunks took off into the sky in the direction of C.C. and Goten followed promptly behind him, trying his hardest to keep up.

Gohan was shocked to hear those words come out of Goku’s mouth, too, but everything today had been such a shock to him it didn’t hit quite as hard as he imagined it would. He stood there in silence, going over all of the events, the unexpected twist in their idea of what was going to happen.

“Goku,” Piccolo interrupted, more levelheaded than they at the moment, “There are a lot of other things to be worrying about right now.” He tried to see where Goku’s head was at on this whole thing but the kind Saiyan seemed to be going in and out of himself and Piccolo couldn’t tell what was on his mind in the least. He spoke again saying, “They can’t stay here.

“I’ll have to destroy the moon, again, tonight.”

Gohan had forgotten all about the moon and the effect the blutz waves would have on their kind. He was silently thankful that Piccolo had his wits about him otherwise there might have been more chaos than they could actually handle on the earth in only a matter of days.

Both Saiyans remained quiet and kept completely to themselves. They had been expecting some sort of fantastic blood spill, not a twisted reality check.

“What’s with the two of you?” The Namek blustered out, not understand what had these two particular Saiyans so spooked. Was it the fact that they had just been named royalty? Maybe it was the fact that there ancestors were knocking at their door step. Gohan had barely said two words and Goku looked like he was so lost in thought he might not ever find his way out again.

“Sorry, Piccolo,” Gohan blushed a little, not sure what to say. He needed some time to let it all sink in. He didn’t understand any of it, at the same time, nothing had changed. He knew that deep down he was more curious about the people off in the distance than he really wanted to let on. He kind of hoped his Dad would try to go talk to them again, at least get to know some of them, and allow him to do the same. There were so many questions that he needed to be answered like how did they survive after Freeza, who did they hear about Earth from, and what their plans were now? That's just the tip of the iceberg.

He knew his father must be having similar thoughts but Goku wasn’t letting on that he was anything but thoroughly irritated. Gohan knew his Dad didn’t want to be king; he doesn’t care for the responsibility of ruling a population, he wouldn't even stick around a three person family, and besides that’s more Vegeta’s ideal day.

As for Vegeta, well, he’s a whole topic all by himself. How were they supposed to keep secret that they didn’t know where he was and that chances are they were never going to actually meet him. Not to mention Trunks’ proposed question. In fact, the very idea of Vegeta coming back to find Goku King of the Saiyans is a terrible nightmare. If Gohan thought that Vegeta would want to extract revenge back then when he left over a year ago, he knew he’d certainly try to do it once this blasphemy reached his ears. He wouldn’t even stop to consider how Goku feels on the topic, not that there seems to be anything he can do about it.

Gohan couldn’t deny, though, the spark of intrigue that kept flaring at him. Not that he cared for being crowned a prince or any of that, but that man- Von- he can’t even think straight about him right now. Not to mention the other Saiyans: a whole culture was out there, partying, just within his reach, his people! He was fascinated and he couldn’t help it but he thought that if he admitted that he wanted to go back and meet some of them and talk to them that maybe Trunks would be upset or his Dad would think he was making him look bad. How could he resist, though?

Piccolo grew tired of waiting for his current company to pull themselves together. He lives in silence all by himself, no point in being quiet in the company of others. “I’ll be close by and available if you need me.” He didn’t waste any time in leaving the scene.

Gohan stared forward, not having said good bye, Piccolo didn’t really give either of them the chance. He figured the best thing for him to do would be to go back home to his family and tell them they were safe and then to head over to C.C. and check on his little brother and let Bulma know about the interesting news. Certainly she would have something to add to their new collection of thoughts and they wouldn’t be as consuming as the ones that were currently taking over his mind.

He stayed for a few more minutes thinking that eventually his father would strike up some sort of conversation with him since there was no one else around, but his father gave the impression he was becoming more and more wrapped up in himself as time went on. He decided that they all needed time to let it settle in and to adjust. Besides, the closeness that he was in proximity to the Saiyans made him itch all the more to revisit their site.

“Dad,” he finally said, deciding to get one thing off of his chest at least, “We should keep an eye on them, huh?”

“Yah,” Goku’s answer was short and sweet but it told Gohan he knew exactly where he was coming from. He said, “Would you make sure to keep close watch on them for me, son? And I’ll try my best to do the same.” Goku’s eyes met Gohan’s and there was a mutual understanding between them. They couldn’t let the Saiyans run off by themselves and disrupt the pattern of life here on Earth as they knew it. Goku finished it off with, “We’ll come back later on and talk with everyone. I’ll send for you as soon as I’m ready.”

Gohan smiled and nodded, that was enough for him to feel a little more assured. He took off into the sky headed to see his family, and then to see Bulma and the boys with much on his plate.

---

Vegeta was in deep, wondrous sleep when an annoying blip from his console kept going off. At first he hadn't really noticed anything at all, being too far gone. However, it was persistent and he soon realized that he was no longer dreaming and couldn't go on ignoring the sound. He'd fallen asleep on the floor, again, and he grumbled to himself as he got up and walked over to the control board, an irritated look on his face as always.

He wiped off his wet cheek from where he'd been drooling, he'd obviously really been out of it, and damned it all to hell as he pressed the green button that was flashing yellow. A picture popped up on the screen to his surprise and he saw a video message had been left from someone.

On the screen was the face of a man who looked normal enough (or of similar species he should say), although he did not know him and could not remember meeting his kind and probably didn't care what he had to say. Still, he was curious to know what he wanted, since he'd bothered to leave a message after all.

He was glad he'd made Bulma install this type of technology. It came in handy, though most of the time he didn't have use it. She'd been very surprised at the very idea of it in the first place, not having traveled through space as extensively as he had, it wasn't something she had necessarily thought of, but was eager to put in the addition.

He eventually hit the right button for the thing to start playing and watched as the man explained himself:

"Hello, I am so sorry to bother you, but I am in need of assistance,"

Vegeta rolled his eyes, looking for the off button immediately and became irritated that it wasn't the same as the on button.

"My ship has had a bit of damage done to it..."

Vegeta mumbled to himself how he couldn't care less about the damage done to this man's ship and cursed Bulma for not making the controls as easy as he thought they should have been. Seems she has more to learn after all.

"If you would be so kind as to help, my people can offer a great service to you..."

Vegeta couldn't concentrate with the man's voice talking in the background as hard as he tried. It had been a long time since he heard anyone speak and he supposed a part of him welcomed the company. He grew angrier. He wasn't going to just press button after button trying to find the right one, that would be imbecilic.

"My planet is very close to here, only 25 gnotises away..."

"Gnotises..." Vegeta repeated, looking up at the handsome face on the screen. He recognized that dialect from a very long time ago. He couldn't be that far out into space by now, could he? Or perhaps he wasn't recalling events correctly.

"Please,"

Vegeta sneered at the begging fool, he'd always hated such proper behavior, it made him sick.

"We are rich in culture and I would repay you tenfold."

The screen went haywire before blacking out and shutting off out of its own accord. Vegeta stood in the silence, wishing in irony to play it over again but he didn't know how. Come to think of it, even if he wished to get a hold of the stranded man he would be unable to do so, not knowing how to work the machinery properly. Perhaps there was a user’s manual around, but bah, he had no patience for such a thing.

Then again, he had nothing else to do.

Why help the man, he had nothing to offer him? Vegeta wanted nothing to do with his troubles and couldn't think of any good reason why he shouldn't continue to pass him by.

He sat down at his command center, and found that he was beside himself. While resting he generally turns off the flight, halting his travel, for the most part, in space in case anything out of the ordinary should happen. When he checked to see how close he was the other's spaceship he was still well within distance that there would be practically no need for him to backtrack at all should he decide to lend him a hand.

He stopped to think a moment further into the matter. He did recognize that particular name for measurements, though he couldn't place where from. No matter. On the other hand, what if it was of a culture that hated the Saiyan race? Most did, anyways, and chances are his face would pop up on the screen to answer the cry for help and the man would cower in fear and refuse, exclaiming he was fine on his own. Vegeta could hear it already, he'd heard it before, "Please, anyone else, anyone but you! Please- No!" Vegeta shook his head, deciding to ignore it after all.

Another moment passed and he changed his mind again. It had been so long since he's had any company at all, it was only natural to desire some sort of companionship, and the man did offer to practically take him home with him. He was sort of good-looking, Vegeta's thoughts added, but another thought followed. What if he was nothing but a liar and he had nothing to offer him. Well, if that were the case, so what? Vegeta was in no need, and there was nothing that he could give him that he didn't already have. Besides, if there was something he required he could always just take it from whomever, not that he necessarily would, but the choice was there.

Vegeta couldn't help but wonder to himself about the man who was very close in proximity and very much in need if he was sending out distress signals to any passing ship. Vegeta groaned aloud to himself, supposing he had already made the decision to help him and wondering what had come over him. He thought he'd always been very good at keeping to himself. Wasn't that what he'd wanted in the first place? No one else around at all period?

He scanned all the controls briefly, better able to read and decipher now that there was no voice in his ear talking about its needs. He found the appropriate button to send out an invitation to link contact with the previous caller and pushed it before he could think again. He watched as the screen went from black to grey and seemed to be sending out some sort of signal, though no response had come as of yet.

Growing tired of waiting, it had never been one of his strong points; Vegeta went to turn and leave, forgetting the whole matter. He'd tried, no harm no foul, he'd get something to eat and then start the on its random course once again to continue in his long voyage to where ever.

Just as he was walking away he heard the same voice coming over a speaker in his ship saying, "Hello! Hello! You, sir! Thank you sir! You called back!"

Vegeta turned around, mad at himself for doing something so out of the ordinary for this nobody, just the sound of the man's voice was getting on his nerves and they hadn't even struck up a conversation yet. He looked at the face on the screen and took a few steps closer and back into clear view, placing his hand down on his chair, the other on his hip.

The man had been going on and on, "Thank you so much..." his voice practically sang, and he had been very pleased at first but once he saw Vegeta's face his talking stopped altogether.

Vegeta smirked. He had figured there was going to be a problem with his type of assistance. "You were saying?" Vegeta flashed his white teeth at him and almost chuckled, a small part of him still enjoying the torture he could put others through so easily.

"Why, I know your face," the once chatty man seemed to have found himself at a significant loss for words. He shook his head briefly, "You are Prince Vegeta."

Vegeta realized quickly that he was not as amused as he would have once been. He waited for the man to decide whether or not he actually wanted the help he was being offered, although he supposed that wasn't fair, according to his personal track record, 'Prince Vegeta doesn't offer anyone help.'

The man opened his mouth, "My name is Fronshir Reguidor, your highness," the man did a small bow of his head and Vegeta became a little confused. He continued, rushing his words, "I have not heard of your name or your kind in so many years, why, I," he shook his head again; "I am so pleased that you answered my call."

Thoroughly not understanding why this man was not cowering before him Vegeta allowed him to continue to cajole him.

"Had I known who you were, I would have addressed you properly," the man said flatteringly.

Vegeta thought to himself, He has more brains than most. He thinks that he can get somewhere by being humbled in my presence. It's a little better than being scared shitless.

"Prince Vegeta, I apologize for bothering you, but I am so very glad that it is you and not some one else."

Vegeta was more confused still but figured interrupting wouldn't help the man get on with in any sooner, so he bit his tongue and listened.

"There are an awful lot of pirates in these parts and I’m in a bit of trouble here. Allow me to explain myself."

Finally.

"I have traveled a long ways from my home, Horeda, you may recall it," though Vegeta did not, particularly, "and my ship has been recently plundered of all of its resources and before that I was duped by the inhabitants of a nearby planet. In their craftiness I am left with no fuel and a breach in my hull that is complete sabotage, far beyond compare by my own hands. I am afraid that my ship may be irreparable. However, if you would be so kind…"

Here it comes...

"… as to allow me to travel with you, and to bring me back to my home."

Why me?

"I would reward you most handsomely."

Vegeta's eye twitched and he found himself desiring to cut off all contact and blast off into the rest of the universe to rid himself of such a ridiculous disaster as the one he'd just walked into. What was he thinking reaching out to this man in the first place?

You're lonely.

Vegeta turned around, PISSED off. Never in a million years under any circumstances would he ever, EVER consider such a ludicrous thing, yet here he found himself actually considering it.

"I know that money is not something you desire, but," the man attempted his hand at persuasion, "if you simply name your price, it shall be given! Anything you desire; food, clothing, women, men, it does not matter. There are no lengths to which I would not go for your help."

Vegeta didn't need any of those things nor did he want them. In all honestly he just wished to turn the man down cold, flat, and be on his way.

"Anything at all! Please, understand I desire your company more than anyone else's. Name your price, it shall be paid," the man added, "Hear me, there are many who would, if only offered the opportunity, travel with me as their company. But for as many who would be helpful, there are even more who would rather I be dead… for I am crowned Prince of Horeda."

Vegeta turned back to the screen of the alien staring back at him and heard him out, "Yes, I knew that would surprise you. I'm sure you're wondering why I am so far from my home and why I am in such a pitiful position. I am asking you, if you would, do me this favor, think it over, do your research you will see that I am not misleading you. Let me onto your ship to join you in your travels and I shall explain myself on the way. You will be most generously rewarded."

Vegeta looked into the man's eyes and he found himself believing him, but he would do some background checking nonetheless before accepting such a responsibility. This had never been part of his plan. Company? Vegeta told the man, Fronshir, to contact him again after an hour and that he would have his answer, though he feared an hour was not nearly long enough.

He knew that when his time ran out his answer would be the same as it was when he offered help in the first place. Why would he reach back out to the man if he didn't intend on doing what he could to rectify his problems? Of course, this was never included in Vegeta's master plan, and he didn't know what to expect from gaining a traveler through space, then again, time was something that he did have. He was anxious about his decision and about the character in question to say the least and couldn't decide what had come over him.

An hour passed. The screen came on once more and showed Prince Fronshir in its box, who politely said hello. Vegeta resisted his urge to grimace, and told him that if he was going to be joining him he'd better understand that some ground rules would need to be set, immediately. He also explained in few words that he'd never planned on having anyone else in the ship and that being said it was only built for one.

Fronshir looked elated as he spoke, "I don't take up much room. I'll bring my bed and only what belongings are necessary." The man was relieved and Vegeta could tell he was ecstatic as he continued, "Thank you, thank you so much! I won't be any trouble, you'll see." With that the other man turned the screen off.

At this point Vegeta grumbled, bitched, and complained very loudly and obnoxiously, seeing as how it would be his last chance to do so before he connected ships with the lone being and became a duo instead of a solo. He continued to spout words that were most obscene up until the moment his doors opened and he was able to meet Fronshir up close and personally.

What a man he turned out to be. From the looks over the screen he didn't seem nearly as tall or as regal or impressive. When the royal came through the door carrying his things, which seemed packed awfully tight, he immediately dropped them at his sides and put his hands out, reaching for Vegeta's in return. Vegeta hesitated, surprised by his elegant nature, still taking in the man's presence, but did allow for him to shake his hand graciously. In doing so Fronshir pulled Vegeta in a little closer to proximity that he thought he would initially allow, smiling down very kindly at him.

The man was handsome, standing just a hair taller than… with a broad, well built frame; his essence was of regality.

Vegeta removed his hand from the other's and told him to place his things anywhere, that this would be the room he would be sleeping in.

"Wonderful," Fronshir smiled and brought his belongings over to the farthest most unnoticed corner in the room, where he was certain they wouldn't be in the way.

Vegeta watched tensely as the man looked around his ship and seemed very interested in all of the equipment he saw. Vegeta continued to make note of the way the man walked with his head held upright, and the way the man seemed to be of some quiet intrigue and intelligence despite his constant blather when they'd first met.

He was of good form, that's true. His hair was a dark shade of purple, a little wavy and long, the top half pulled back to a bun in the back of his head which left a view of his stunning features. He had a pointed nose and slightly pointed ears and his lips were a light hue of blue, which his entire skin took on, though barely noticeable at all, probably a trademark of his people, over all his skin tone was lighter than that of Vegeta's, but not pale by any means. His eyes were a dark shade of red that Vegeta couldn't help but find attractive. The clothes he wore looked expensive and his body adorned several jewels, some on his hands, such as rings and bracelets, and also around his waist, over his clothing and his ankles and his arms. Vegeta had most definitely, to his memory, not come across a creature of his kind before. They had much to talk about.

"Thank you again," Fronshir humbly turned to the prince after his mini exploration. He would now be bunking with him and he knew he ought to watch his boundaries. He stood still, waiting for Vegeta to make the next move.

"Hn," Vegeta's response was typical. He stalked around trying to find some type of chair that the man could sit in. He saw the console chair but there was nothing else in plain view. Then he remembered there were two other chairs, one to the left and one to the right of the command center that were capable of dropping to the floor when not in use for proper storage. Since there was no one to use them when he'd first left, that's where they'd remained, but now it was necessary to allow for some type of comfort of his guest. He let his memory guide him to the correct button to eject both chairs and he sat in his seat in the middle and motioned for the other man to choose one.

Fronshir, being the intelligent man that he was, sat to the right of the prince and settled himself in quickly, on his toes about to handle himself for the next while until he got some idea of whom, exactly, Prince Vegeta is, as they voyage to their new destination.

"I see you've already charted a course," the man was observant, examining the display on the screen that Vegeta had unwittingly left up from his studies. His smile was charming, but Vegeta assumed it was probably that of a man pleased that he'd been rescued.

Vegeta said nothing and let Fronshir look about the ship a little bit more from his seat, making comments here and there about what he saw and what he liked.

"I have never seen a ship like this before," he admitted.

Vegeta remained silent. He knew that was because this model of ship was completely unique, unaltered and untouched by the rest of the universe's knowledge in space travel. Bulma's design was different to say the least, but Vegeta was planning on explaining where he'd gotten it.

The man was trying not to be annoying, really he was, and really he wasn't, but Vegeta gave off the impression that he was irritated no matter what he did. Fronshir boldly asked this of him upfront, a single note of seriousness in a voice of valor, "Don't hate me?"

Vegeta looked into his eyes for two seconds too long. He got up from his seat and walked away, getting ready to submerge to his quarters below. He told him he’d be back up in a couple of hours.

Fronshir got the feeling that this opportunity was more than he could ever ask for.

---

Piccolo was less than interested in making these Saiyan affairs his. If anything it was Dende's problem, now. Still he couldn't shake the events of the day from his mind. He thought it would be such an easy task after separating himself from the others, but it was proving to be cumbersome.

Over all, nothing was different, but he knew as he watched from the tower that the people that he saw were going to change the people that he knew, and he wasn't so sure he liked that. He didn't come to the tower often anymore, not since Dende became guardian, but he felt it was the best way to get the whole picture at once right now.

He didn't want to be picturing anything.

“‘... and I'm so very glad I did...’” the sensual voice replayed over and over again in his mind. Piccolo could still see the look on Gohan's face and hear the near silent intake of breath as he looked into Von's eyes. What he saw was by no mistake love at very first sight.

So this is what jealousy feels like.

He had to stop himself from giving a damn, but he just couldn't. He wanted only the best for Gohan and he wanted safety for everyone else. Really, it seemed rather odd for him to burden such a thing upon his shoulders, Goku is the most powerful of them all and more than capable of handling anything. Then again, his behavior today didn't put Piccolo's mind at any sort of ease. Goku didn't seem to be able to force anyone into anything. Was it Von's persistence on the matter, or perhaps something else entirely?

It made no difference to Piccolo whether or not Goku was King of the Saiyans. In his opinion Goku should be king; he would make an excellent king, one for the history books (if he ever stays dead). At the same time, he knew the respect Goku holds for Vegeta, ha, and the pride Vegeta holds in his title. He couldn't help but think it was kind of funny. Vegeta's one time rival now named King, literally taking his birth right out from underneath him! Maybe he was the only one who found it laughable but it was, and he let out a chuckle in his amusement at it.

On the other hand, he knew why Vegeta had left. He had gone to see Vegeta before he took off that day...

Around one year and three months ago

Vegeta was as stone cold as ever upon Piccolo's unexpected visit. The Namek had been watching from afar for some time as Vegeta took his time in preparing the ship for his leave. He came only after Gohan's first visit, knowing then that something must be up. Vegeta's unusually and unstably high ki was what had originally given him away, but Gohan's distress level in his ki after leaving his job to see him was what caused Piccolo to intervene.

At first Piccolo didn't understand why it was taking so long. He could tell the Prince was vehement, still he wouldn't just up and jet like he was pretending to want to do. If he really wanted to leave and be done with it so bad, why not just take off already?

Then it dawned on him like a raindrop fell in his eye; Vegeta was waiting for Goku.

Piccolo didn't want to embarrass Vegeta but at the same time Vegeta should know Goku would never come around. When he decided to drop by for his own goodbyes, he tried his best not to mention Goku's name, whatever good that may do. He started with, "You're not coming back?"

"Obviously," Vegeta didn't even look at him, moving things around unnecessarily, going through the boxes Piccolo knew he was probably checking for a fifth or sixth time by now. He knew Vegeta wasn't expecting to see him of all people, and he could tell that he was thrown off guard.

"Gohan's going to be disappointed," Piccolo yawned, finding it hard to bring forth the emotion needed to be more sympathetic. He thought Vegeta was handling things all wrong. After all, he'd seen what they'd been up to since they returned from their little vacation. It was clear that Vegeta had strong feelings for Goku and even clearer that Goku didn't understand his own heart.

Vegeta shrugged, carrying on; "He'll get over it."

"Can't you?" Piccolo knew it was harsh even though the words came out as water runs down hill. He’d been keeping a close eye on Goku and Vegeta from the lookout since they’d returned. When they weren’t in the midst of their lovemaking (which Piccolo ignored), he knew how close Vegeta had let Goku in by the slightest of observations. He saw when Goku witlessly turned Vegeta away and even his being an alien he felt an alteration in Vegeta’s ki, the throbbing pain in Vegeta's steel, black soul.

Vegeta just kept moving.

"He won't come," Piccolo broke, being unable to resist throwing some reality at him before he really did make a mistake. Didn't he have a five year old girl at home now? He'd always thought Vegeta to be the more sensible, stable, of the two full-blooded Saiyans.

Vegeta slammed whatever box was in his hands on the ground and began stomping over to the Namek, his hand glowing brightly as ki gathered there, hell written all over his face.

"You were supposed to tell me more about those transformations," Piccolo changed the subject remaining completely solid, "Gohan's due for his. You told him that."

Vegeta was unable to hold the energy for long in his distraught state. He dropped the ball and turned back to what he was doing, allowing Piccolo to live and once again masking all the troubles brewing within.

"Why don't you-"

"Why don't you leave me ALONE!" Vegeta aggressively growled but would not face him, his shoulders shaking, his hands balled into fists up in anger, his body otherwise frozen.

Piccolo told him he was being pigheaded and left, not really having much else to say. They had never spent any time together before, it was no big loss to him, but he knew that it was still a stupid and irrational decision. Besides, Piccolo had been thinking more about Gohan's feelings than about Vegeta's in the long run.

Vegeta is grown and quite a man, a man who had committed and suffered through unspeakable crimes, yet the simple refusal or acknowledgment of love from one person turned him into someone who was utterly lost.

Back To Current

Piccolo hated to admit it, but the more he thought about Von's subtle but noticeable impact on Gohan, the more he understood where Vegeta was coming from. The sheer torture at the idea that not only does the one you love not want you, but he may want someone else.

Which brought him to the most important recognition of all; as he'd once presume, the Saiyans were capable of heavy bonds, inseparable, impenetrable, undeniable connections between one and other. Which meant that the connection Vegeta feels with Goku could no longer be ignored, which meant the connection Gohan and Von obviously shared was not something in which he could interfere.

Very unhappy thoughts, Piccolo thought of all of these stupid things. Only now he couldn’t escape them either, and he knew now first hand that even running away can’t change them. Vegeta, should he ever return, will have to deal with what has become in his absence.

Piccolo dwelled more on his ideas of the relationships between these beings and remembered another thing Von had said. He insinuated that Vegeta and Goku would be a couple already when he’d arrived and that it would simplify things. Why would he think that and what would it simplify?

Piccolo could only think the title to the crown of the Saiyans was what it would fix for then they could both be King. Then again, why does that seem like such a good idea? Why would he see them as together in the first place, having never met either one? Von acted like he was so certain (he was almost right) and he also acted a little let down.

Piccolo couldn’t help but wonder what it is in Vegeta that runs the other Saiyans haywire? After all, Von seemed put off that Vegeta was not present yet he sensed no kin-relationship between the two of them. He wondered if, as he suspected, they must yield to a certain bloodline’s command, simply because of an inert instinct. Maybe that’s why they won’t listen to Goku when he tells them no, like they might listen to a Saiyan of royal blood.

It seemed so, contrarily, that every one of those men listened to Von when he was speaking, but obviously only because he had the highest ki of them all. Perhaps he has proven himself worthy of their leadership over the years? What does that matter? None of them can compare to Goku.

Piccolo realized that Von doesn’t know Goku’s real name either. That could be useful to them if utilized in the right way. He wasn’t so sure he trusted Von, he knew his mind was clouded in that aspect, but he continued to wonder what Von’s intentions are. Who is he in this puzzle, just another obsessive Saiyan, or is there more to it?

A little more fixated he watched down below, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He hoped the next time he saw the Sons that they would be in better shape than when he left them. Especially Son, Goku.
- 10
- 11
- 12
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Gone