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Ch. 15 (GP) Shadows:
This is such a strange day, to accompany a strange place. For a moment this scenery even seems familiar, then I remember that it must be the implanted images I stole from Gohan, nothing else particular comes to mind except for a battle I cannot fully recount. But, wasn’t that planet destroyed? They must have wished themselves a new planet.
Again, I’m reminded I have no memories…
My frustration is mounting. I WANT immortality, and I MUST somehow get rid of this feeling of emptiness!
“Why are you growling?!” Vegeta whispers as he elbows me, much too light to do any damage.
I hadn’t even noticed I was doing that, so I don’t respond. I just want some type of conclusion to this ridiculous nightmare I’ve woken up to… I mean, I am real, but this is hell.
I look at him, mistrustful of him even still. I’m not so sure I want him to remain immortal. Perhaps I can find a way to strip him of his stature, then he’ll be forced to do my bidding by my side or suffer pain of death. Not that I want him dead, I guess I just can’t handle the idea of him being able to confront me. Or is it that perhaps he could defeat me? A little lovers quarrel every once in a while doesn’t seem like too bad of an idea. I don’t know what I’m so afraid of… Dying? Yes, dying. I’ve only just awoken! Is this all an elaborate trap?
And if it isn’t, is letting him have his power and his freedom worth it?
I turn back to Gohan and Piccolo, tossing around ideas in my head.
We can hear them talking as they exit the first stone building. Piccolo is carrying a large, spherical, orange ball in both hands. Damn that’s big! That’s why Vegeta grabbed the bag… They’re going to struggle carrying those. I only caught a glimpse of the ones on Earth and they didn’t look like that…
I hear Gohan speak, “Piccolo! What did you say to him? I didn’t know you could speak Namekian…”
“Remember, I fused with Nail on old Namek. Come, Gohan, there’s no time, we must hurry,” Piccolo says, frowning, “But now I’m wondering how we’re going to carry all seven balls. I don’t trust hiding them somewhere, If your father, er, Kakarot, realizes where we are, he won’t hesitate to-”
“I know,” Gohan’s lips purse in thought, “I brought something that will make carrying them easier… Here.” He pulls out a little capsule and pops it open, it’s a rather large box.
Piccolo celebrates his forethought as he places the ball inside and Gohan encapsulates the box again, smiling in thanks and gratefulness. “Okay, kid. You always did have a brain that your father didn’t. Let’s go.”
“Thank you, Piccolo. But…” Gohan says as he looks down at the radar in his hand, putting away the capsule with his other in the pocket of his pants.
“But what?”
“Oh, I guess it doesn’t matter. Let’s go…”
I growl again, watching them take off, and Vegeta elbows me a second time, ducking further behind our hillside cover.
He waits until they leave before speaking to me, “If your power level rises even a fraction of a hair every time something pisses you off, they’re going to sense us! I don’t know why you’re so mad anyways- you’re not him, remember!”
“I have his body! Which means I have his brain! Which means the insult still counts!”
Vegeta eyes me for a moment before shaking his head and answering, “We don’t have time for this right now!”
“On the contrary, they’ve only got one ball, it’s going to take them an hour to gather all seven! That’s plenty of time to discuss their obvious contempt. That comment will fester… and I will contest it.”
Vegeta’s eyes widen slightly before he hisses, “I never knew your self-esteem was so damn low! If you weren’t intelligent do you honestly think I’d be interested in you?! Gah! Let’s go.”
‘Really?’ I can’t help but think, although I don’t voice it. Instead I ask, before he can take off swiftly, “Who are you interested, in, anyways? And why do they mock me? I’m more powerful than they are! And I’m his father!”
“Are you, now?” Vegeta asks, clearly ignoring my first question, “Perhaps by blood, but you didn’t do much to raise him. You trained him for a little while, but Piccolo stripped you of that title long ago, and you never seemed to mind. You might be ‘fighter of the millennium’ but you were never ‘father of even a fucking day,’ still they love you. Otherwise they wouldn’t be trying to undo the ‘new’ you. Don’t let emotion rule you, Kakarot. I’ve been trying to teach you that ever since we first met.”
‘What…?’ Still I’m learning so much about my past… And it seems I am like my former self more than I’ll ever know.
He looks away, out in the direction they are headed, “Besides, I’m second only in power to you, and I don’t imagine them to hold their tongues of the evil things they must say about me when I’m not around.”
Is that… why he still cares for me? Because I didn’t reject him? Then or now?
“They’ve stopped, already, let’s go,” he says and stand to leave.
“No,” I argue, my mind full of questions.
“Why not?” he turns to me and glares.
“What’s the point in following them from town to town? We’ll wait until all seven balls are gathered and then we will ambush them. It’s not like they can outrun us,” I remark smartly, tapping my head.
He stares at me, I might even add thoughtfully, but he says nothing.
“We will wait, but not so close to a village. I’m tired of whispering,” with that I take off, jumping from plateau to plateau, and he follows close behind me. I find a barren spot, devoid of any population, and there I sit down on the grass, crossing my legs, following Gohan and Piccolo’s movements closely. Vegeta stands beside me, crossing his arms and huffing about something.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him with a smirk.
“I’m impatient, Kakarot, other than that, absolutely nothing is wrong,” he snaps sarcastically, facing towards where Gohan and Piccolo’s ki can be sensed.
I chuckle, knowing that his impatience comes from some apprehension he has about the next step in our plan.
Then he says, “You didn’t want to hear what else they might be saying? What they might be wishing for?”
“What does it matter?” I ask.
“I’m curious at what they’re thinking, for one,” he counters, but never comes out with a second reason.
“They’re thinking they can best us, but they are sorely mistaken. I can tell that’s a difference between us. You think the reason behind the man matters, I think it’s the change in the man that counts. I don’t care what they’re thinking or what their reasons are, they will realize they were mistaken, and they will have to be held responsible for their actions.”
I can sense a hesitation to respond in him, but I’m not certain where it stems from. Eventually he asks, stepping back to face me, “What’s your plan? You’re going to destroy this planet, too, and waste the dragonballs as well?”
“Hmm,” I smirk, “Immortality pretty much covers it, I think.”
“Feh,” Vegeta snorts, and turns away from me again.
I wish I knew what he was thinking. I’m not so sure he agrees. I’m not so sure of his plan in all of this.
How can I be sure of him?
Wait… I know a way…
(VP)
This is going smoothly so far but I’m sensing a more troublesome victory than Kakarot. I still haven’t figured out exactly how we’re going to get our wish now that we’re waiting for Gohan and Piccolo to gather the dragonballs. Piccolo will not bend to our will without some type of leverage, so I guess Gohan will have to do, but the struggle will not be won over easily.
Besides, there are three Namekian wishes… We wish for immortality for Kakarot, and then what… with the Dragon still there at the beck and call of anyone who can speak Namekian we’re still at a loss…
There are too many holes in our plan!
I want to know what Gohan and Piccolo have in mind! Gohan seemed upset about something. I’m sure if we listened in a little longer at their next stops that he would have voiced it. Yet, they must have thought of something that I haven’t, which is pissing me off since I’ve been practically killing myself over trying to figure this shit out! One thing I know for certain, they’re going to try and strip me of my immortality, but what of Kakarot? They cannot bring him back! Damn them for pushing us to this. Damn them for pushing me to this and bringing Kakarot out here to begin with! And IF they strip me of my powers, and DON’T have any sufficient plan to stop Kakarot, then we will all be doomed!
I must be on guard. I’m trusting the right move to come to me when the times arrives, but that’s not exactly the cutting-edge tactic I’m used to employing. And Kakarot is so… base. He’s thinking with emotion, not his brain, and who knows whatever’s on his mind right now, anyways. He’s always been like that, motivated by his heart and his gut and not his right mind.
How can I attempt to explain to him the importance of thinking this completely through? All he wants is immortality and then what? Unless…
Unless he has a plan, one that he hasn’t told me about… Piccolo only said that comment about Kakarot’s “stupidity” to curb Gohan’s emotions; we all know he was not stupid. It’s just that he was simple, or more that he lived in a simple manner, but this Kakarot is anything but, and I have half a mind to believe that the former Kakarot shares his same complicated ways, only I never noticed it before.
Damn him! Was he hiding behind that stupid smile all along? Why did he want to leave in the first place? Why did he tell me he was leaving? I’m tired of going over this!
Gohan and Piccolo are moving fast, the villagers must have a way of communicating with one other nowadays, and so the message that they needed the dragonballs has gone ahead of them. They are on their way to the third village now, taking these dragonballs with ease, much more ease than we could have.
Perhaps we should reassess the situation.
I turn to Kakarot to let him in on some of my thoughts just as he goes to deliver a blow meant to render me unconscious. I narrowly avoid the swipe at my neck and anger swells inside of me.
He smirks.
I growl, and speak before I can think better of it. “Did you think you could knock me out and take the glory for yourself?!” I yell, amazed by him. I want to beat the shit out of him, but our predicament won’t allow it. I want to remain hidden far more, not that it makes a difference at this point I suppose, but I do like the element of surprise. Apparently so does he.
“Did you sense me coming, Vegeta? I’m sorry, I meant for you to be face down on the dirt without a worry or a care, your stress is getting me all worked up, you know,” he chuckles, but I can sense a nervousness in him.
I actually didn’t sense his attack, though, not even a little bit, I was too far wrapped up in my own thoughts and just so happen to turn around, but he doesn’t need to know that. At least now I know that he cannot be trusted. Fucking Saiyan. Fucking dick!
“What were you planning Kakarot?” I ask again, determined to get some information out of him, “Do you want to leave me out of this, after all? Has everything you’ve been saying been a lie? You really aren’t interested in keeping me around, are you? That hurts my feelings,” I smirk back, knowing damn well I won’t get a straight answer out of him.
“No, that’s not it,” he frowns, and something in his eyes makes me believe him, or at least consider it. “I was going to wake you up again, just before the Dragon is summoned… I just wanted to get into that clever little mind of yours and find out exactly what you’ve been planning…”
“What a coincidence,” I smile crookedly, bearing my teeth, “I was turning around to tell you just that!”
“Go on,” he smiles with treachery in his eyes but there’s something else there that I can’t pinpoint.
Our conversation, the sneering undertones and all, do not portray our guarded stance and running minds. Although our power levels are low, I cannot help but be weary of him and I don’t wish for any announcement of us. Likewise, he is not willing to give me a chance at overpowering him, as unnecessary as his fear is.
‘Kill him now,’ my emotions yell at me, the common but useless fear of defeat beckons. But I can’t seem to bring myself to begin that battle. ‘Then start talking!’ my head tells me, but what good will it do other than buy us time?
I have all the time in the universe, and I keep forgetting. I’m going to have to talk my way out of this one again.
I begin, systematically, “Well, Kakarot,” every single tone in my voice is forceful as I continue to try and understand what is happening, “I was considering how exactly we’re going to get Piccolo to grant our wish, he’s not exactly a pushover. I was thinking maybe we could use Gohan as bait… Or perhaps an easier route might be to snag ourselves a native Namekian. That would do better, it would be a much easier catch, and then we could render Piccolo and Gohan helpless while we make the Namek grant our wish. I was thinking a young child would do best, you know, the blood of the innocence and all…”
“I’m listening…” he says, but his stance is still screaming as though he’s ready for a fight, and I can’t help but remain distrustful. The stale air blows between us and Gohan and Piccolo move to the fourth village.
“This Dragon grants three wishes. So, if we wish for your immortality without having two more wishes lined up, then they will have an opportunity to undo us both. We need to have something else in mind to wish for.”
He smirks, “How about the magic powers of an almighty wish-granting Dragon?”
I’m shocked by such an idea, and can only counter, “And the third?” I’m not sure whether to take him seriously or not.
“We can wish him to be gone, or I don’t know, kill all the Namekians,” Kakarot shrugs.
“Is this a game to you?” I growl.
“No,” he frowns again, so serious and solemn, and I hate seeing his face contorted that way.
I tense up, and considering the reality, I remark, “Kakarot, come now, I know you haven’t been involved in an actual battle since you’ve awoken, but things don’t always go as smoothly as you plan them. Besides, these Dragons will not perform such a wish as to kill anyone, they can restore life, but not take it away.”
Our stances have begun to ease up, but his eyes are heavy on me. Finally, he asks, “What would you wish for, then, Prince?”
“I haven’t thought of anything,” I answer honestly. “This has all happened so fast… I’m not the one who planned this whole thing. Gohan and Piccolo are the ones with all the ideas.”
We’re at a stalemate. Each man wishing to know answers to questions not even fully formed and desiring to know the outcome of a battle that has not yet commenced. Perhaps we should wish for the power to read minds and see the future. But no! Don’t give him that idea! That’s too much power. Another thing I thought I’d never say, even to myself.
He whispers something just then, but I’m not so sure I heard him correctly. I couldn’t have…
“What…?” I ask somberly.
“I said… I’m sorry.” He lowers his arms and stands up straighter than before.
We stand in silence. Gohan and Piccolo are moving faster, now, heading to the fifth village. Did they sense us? ‘Concentrate, Vegeta!’
Kakarot stares at me with such a strange look on his face, and I see the shadow of his former self within him. It’s my mind playing tricks on me, I’m sure, but it’s there, he’s there, in some way. What does he mean? Is this a trick?
Kakarot relaxes completely, letting his guard down and turning his gaze to the grass beneath his feet.
Here, on this empty planet, he’s… apologizing?
I don’t understand. I have to force myself to give off the air that I am at ease, but I am anything but.
“Vegeta…” he finally says to me, and I don’t answer, I can’t, and so he continues, “I… am going to have to trust you for this to work. I see that now. I know I haven’t given you the benefit of the doubt. It’s just a defense mechanism. It’s not personal,” he sort of laughs as he finally looks up at me, and adds, “I don’t even know why that’s built in to me- did you know about it?” There’s a tangible honesty in that question but I don’t have time to consider it as he’s revealing, “I feel… that a closeness to you makes me vulnerable… Can’t you see that? And everything is so new to me, I… I don’t like the idea of being… played.”
‘… The fuck?!’
“I know you probably don’t believe me. I’ve messed up, haven’t I?” he says, looking down again, his eyes hiding behind disheveled bangs, “I’ve really fucked up this ‘second chance’ of sorts. Rejecting my former self has been the cause of so many poor decisions. But I suppose it couldn’t be helped…”
“Kakarot…” I say slowly, blinking through eyes which are wholly disbelieving of the words he’s spoken. But, not because I don’t wish to know the truth.
What is the truth, here? He’s… struggling within himself, more-so than I thought. Or… is this all an act?
He looks at me again, eyes narrowed and raw, emotion building, he tells me, “Can’t you understand?! I can! I understand! This happened for a reason! Didn’t it?”
The last question came out so meekly I wouldn’t have ever dreamed of hearing his voice speak in such a way.
Gohan and Piccolo are on their way to the sixth village.
“Kakarot…” I start, my voice quaking. I wish to speak, but reason argues against it. If this is an act and I tell him that he can change his ways, and that things can be better, then he’ll disown me forever. But if it isn’t, and I don’t reach out to him, now, will he be bitter for it?
Will we live with such distrust and misunderstanding forever?
“I thought we had more time,” he speaks again, “I thought… I thought I had more time… But I’ve barely had any time at all.”
“Kakarot…”
“Can you imagine it happening to you? Waking to no knowledge of yourself? No knowledge of your past? Only burning desires? I didn’t get to live my life! I just woke up like this!”
Something sparks and ignites a fire in me, I suddenly reply, my anger getting the better of me within a split second, “You said you’re going to have to trust me ‘for this to work’. What’s ‘this’? Our mission?! I am having to relearn who you even are- Just like you. I have given you more than enough reason to trust me… I have given you everything. And you’ve taken it all without a second thought. How selfish are you? I’ve been helping you- in every way that I can and still it isn’t enough!”
Thought is with him, I can see it, but I cannot guess to what he’s thinking.
I continue, admitting my faults, why I don’t know, I just pour them all out, not caring if he has anything to say or even what he thinks anymore, “You think you’re good or bad, or nothing or something? You are thinking far too much and yet it’s only amounted to your being unhappy with your decisions?! You’ve been ‘awake’ for hardly a week! You don’t know ANYTHING. Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? Poor Kakarot he’s having second thoughts about his actions.
“I have lived my life. I have made poor decisions, oh yes, the likes of which would make you cringe. Even you, Kakarot, especially you. This you, old you, it doesn’t matter, it’s still the same. I have lived to deal with the consequences of my transgressions, and I have dealt with the hatred and seclusion and loneliness that comes from being a bad man. And I am a bad man. You just took a page from my book.
“But… sometimes even I have made some honorable choices. Yet I am here with you, doing your biding. I honestly can’t say I know myself what I’ve been thinking this whole time. Did I want to be bad again? Did I enjoy this melodramatic satire of a relationship? Am I even a little excited about all of this?” I shake my head at him and myself, “And if I did, what for?! So you can double cross me on a whim because you’re afraid of not getting your way one hundred percent of the time? If not now, then some time in the future! All because you’re afraid to go back to being who you were in the first place?! The way I look at it, I don’t know which one of you truly exists! If one man can wake up a completely different person, then who was he to begin with?! And if I can be both at different times depending on my circumstances, then what the fuck does that make of me?!
“You were supposed to be the one, Kakarot! The one who had it all figured out! The one who knew what he wanted all of the time and never settled! Now you’re just a madman running around trying to get what you can from who you can until you can’t anymore! To what end? Until there’s no one left but you?!
“At least I can admit that I’ve always loved a challenge and always looked for one, too. Even against all odds- even against my better judgment! I’d chase you across the universe if I had to! I’ve done it before! Grant yourself immortality, Kakarot, do it, and then try and take everything away from me, but guess what?! Once it’s over it’s over. No more games, no more fun, no more growing, no more challenges, nothing! You may live, but you’ll never really know what it means to be alive until you’ve failed. Maybe that’s your problem. You’ve never failed. Not Goku, and not you. But… There’s a first time for everything.”
Well, that’s not the first time I’ve put my foot it my mouth.
He’s just staring at me, no, he’s looking past me, and now all around us. The sky! It’s black! The Dragon!
Kakarot’s gone! FUCK!
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