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The Depurification Of Son Goku
By : FaroreRose
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Goku was drowning in his own breath. It was heavy; the weight pressed down on his lungs. With every inhale, his chest lifted bricks. He was aware of this even as he slept in Vegeta's arms while the smaller Saiyan carried him back to his tiny house in the woods.
Goku's mind fumbled with a restless dream:
##He was alone and running. The clacking of his boots against hard floor rattled in his ears, and the darkness around him slightly lifted to expose a long corridor lined with oval-shaped doors. Every door had a single round window. As the blackness gave way, Goku could see peering eyes looking out. Each pair silently cried for help from behind their glass prisons.
- I want to help you. -
He kept running.
-But I can't. . .-
Clack! Clack! Clack! Faster now.
- I can't even help myself. -
The more he ran the more his environment seemed to grow. It appeared he had been shrunk down by at least three or four feet, the ceiling stretching upward and the ground threatening to swallow him up with every pound of his boots. Goku anticipated being shrunken down into nothing. Feeling helpless had left him small and weak deep inside of his own mind.##
Vegeta and Goku were now drifting down toward the small clearing in the woods where the Son house resided. They touched down, the clack of toes on the welcome mat mirrored the sounds of Goku's footsteps as they ran through his nightmare. They were inside now, the chill from the house crept through Goku's skin. Vegeta felt him shiver.
The dream continued:
##He stopped running. There was nothing else that he could do. - Everything is over. . . I don't even know where I am.- Along the corridor, the doors and walls halted their expansion. The stillness echoed down the walkway while Goku gradually returned to his normal size.
He could feel the blood in his fingers pulse. It was a familiar sensation, but the rhythm was off. It didn't match his heartbeat. - If I stay still. . .everything stops. . .-
The walls along with their doors returned to their previous state.
- But it's cold now. -
Goku's breath fogged out in front of him. Misty whiteness hung in the air for a moment, then vanished into the dark. The small sliver of light was almost gone. It raced forward down the hallway threatening to leave him behind. - What do I do?-
The cold was almost unbearable, an unnatural living thing that had captured prey inside of its vapor net. Gnawing, it sank into Son's skin. The Saiyan's upper lip pulled back in pain. -I can't!-
Goku's arms were solid stone as he wrapped them around his chest. His ice block hands jammed into his armpits as he doubled over in pain. His mouth yanked itself open to scream, but no sound came out. With a spasm and sharp twist of his neck, Goku stumbled backward. The floor had become sticky with a thick pasty oil while the rest of the dream twisted into a misty fog.
Brown gunk clung to the bottoms of his boots causing him to bend his knees and flail his arms to keep his balance. The walls faded into white as he fell backward. Goku braced for the impact of the oncoming floor, squeezing his eyes shut tight, but it never came.
His back landed on what felt like a giant plush pillow. The softness engulfed him while his arms gently descended into the fabric at his sides. The coldness that had surrounded him gave way to a teasing warmth.
He squirmed. Kicking his legs, Goku heard a popping sound as his boots broke free of the sticky grime that surrounded his island of suffocating softness.
The dark ceiling that was overhead vanished slowly along with the corridor walls and the sky above turned to a blushing shade of pink. It was painted with wispy clouds breathlessly floating in a sunless sunset. - It's. . . warm. . . Am I alive? - His heartbeat slowed and Goku relaxed his muscles giving in to the plushness around him.
His eyes rested themselves.
There was a flutter deep in his stomach. The area that once held Goku's tail tickled teasingly. It felt like a trace of a finger lacing its way up to his back. He shivered. - This is. . . nice- Fear melted away from him leaving empty space within his chest.
- Maybe I'm not alive. . . That's okay. -
The Saiyan opened his eyes to look at the pink sky one more time. The view was blocked by long dark threads of spiky hair.
Above him was Vegeta's face. Goku inhaled sharply. His heart thumped.
Hands planted on either side of Goku's head, the prince looked down at him. His eyes were lazy, and his mouth parted.
- Vegeta! -
Goku could do nothing but stare. Vegeta lowered his head intently.
The larger man's heart jumped hard against his chest. He could feel the prince's breath feather against his own lips. - Vegeta? What...? -
Once again Goku closed his eyes. ##
Vegeta watched Goku's eyes flutter against his cheeks from across the room, scoffed, and walked out of the door. He reached back for the doorknob, pulling it behind him and leaving a small crack between the door and the frame.
~ I can't keep letting him bother me like this. . . when we fused. . . he probably doesn't even remember. . . ~,
Vegeta looked around him while he walked back down into the living room. On the western facing wall behind the worn sofa was a small white box with a clear plastic switch dial. He made his way over to it and pushed the switch to the right, turning up the temperature gauge on the box's clear front panel. He waited, and then heard the heater fumble into action. ~. . .I don't know how long I will be gone. . . ~
Vegeta left faster than he had come carrying Goku. He had to make it to Capsule Corp. as quickly as he could to ensure there would be a capable ship to carry them far enough away from Earth.
The house shrank under the canopy of green trees.
~ He should be out for a while~ The back of Vegeta's neck tingled. The image of Goku's shirt being pulled up over his stomach wouldn't go away. The prince squinted his eyes and frowned. ~ He won't wake up. . . ~ His throat started to become dry. ~ He won't wake up. . .~
The wind whipped past his ears, and the sky was now bright enough to heat the air splitting around him. Goku's squirming muscles crept back into view within Vegeta's mind. He gritted his teeth and pushed faster, a stream of energy and wind trailed behind him. ~ If he wakes up and leaves. . .I will have to find him all over again. . . ~
The sounds of branches flying past hummed in Vegeta's ear. ~ I have to go faster~ Unknowingly, he had dipped back down into the trees. The woodlands whirred into a blur.
~ Will he remember me bringing him back? ~
FWACK!
Green flashed brightly in Vegeta's face.
The skinny fingers of a limb struck his right cheek while one of its leaves grazed his eye. Vegeta grabbed his tearing eye, dodged the remaining branches, and pulled back up into the sky.
His frown buried itself deeper into his face. He finally felt it all at once. He was angry.
Angry at everyone for not seeing the change in Goku, angry at Goku for pretending that everything was fine, angry at Bulma for not respecting his pride, angry at the stupid branch, and angry at himself for being so flustered. For being so out of balance. For being so emotional. For being so. . .
~Distracted~
The woodlands gave way to valley. A growl rumbled in Vegeta's chest, and his pace quickened. A small river stretched out over the green hills.
A boy lounging below on the edge of a stone bridge saw a streak of blue reach out and fade across the sky.
Vegeta could feel his confidence fading. ~ Why can't I get this image out of my head? ~ His cheeks filled with warmth. ~ It's really pissing me off! ~
He could see the edge of the city. Not far was Capsule Corp. and the woman's father. ~ Just forget about it and keep going. ~
There was a tingle in the back of his neck. It felt like a caress of rough fingers. His stomach fluttered.
Vegeta felt it. A touch. The heat from another pressing themselves close to his body. His heart erupted. ~ Is it happening again!?
~ The prince's eyes were wide. His breathing became rapid, but he still flew, now over large buildings and city streets. The touch continued sending tingles up into Vegeta's core. ~This isn't the time for this. . .~
He rubbed his hands up and down his torso, trying to get the sensation of invisible touch off of him. ~ This can't be. . . ~
The fingers traced circles up his thigh, and a tender palm cupped the left side of his ass, lightly spreading him apart. Sparks flew into Vegeta's manhood, making him halt mid-flight. ~FUCK!~
Capsule Corp. was seated below.
## Goku didn't even know that he was holding his breath. His chest was light despite the thumping behind his rib cage.
Vegeta's lips hugged his own, gently pressing their soft skin deeper into the embrace. He would be fine without the oxygen.
- I don't mind, Vegeta. . -
His head swam as the alcohol from before seeped into his dreams. - I do. . . - Goku's hands felt heavy. They moved on their own as one went to stroke the small spikes of hair jutting out just above the back of Vegeta's neck. It was soft. Goku's other hand landed firmly on the small of Vegeta's back and pulled the two closer together. - I do want to touch you. . . -
There was nothing else in the moment but hazy sensation. Goku could feel Vegeta but not as firmly as he wished. - I think I always have. . -
Vegeta's tongue grazed his bottom lip. Goku finally let his breath escape slowly from his nose; the feeling of Vegeta licking his lip overtook him, and he let his hand drift downward to cup the prince's bottom. In the dream, Vegeta purred softly, pressing his hips further down into Goku's. Their lips broke apart, and Goku gasped looking up at Vegeta's heavy lusty stare.
- Kiss me again. . . -
Goku continued to let his hands explore. ##
Vegeta growled while descending onto the property. His eyes scanned the back lawn, searching for any signs of life.
Life was currently best avoided.
He landed. The air around Capsule Corp was quiet. It was still too early for the staff to be out and about but not too early for his ex-wife. Vegeta frowned. Now was not the time to be running into her. . .Even talking to Trunks would only delay his mission. He turned around swiftly to dash into a narrow ally between the family estate and the corporation's main garage.
A rarely used door was placed into the alcove leading into a small washroom. Quietly, Vegeta turned the rusty knob, opened the door, and slipped inside. If the woman's father was awake then the garage is where he would be.
The only two reasons that Vegeta could devise for this were that he loved his work with a passion and he also wanted peace from his every cheery wife. The latter being more believable.
Inside of the restroom, Vegeta placed his ear to a door on the other side that leads into the large workroom. He listened for a moment then heard the faint tinkling clatter of small tools hitting one of the stainless steel workbenches.
The only other way into the large bay area was through a metal roll door leading into the back yard. When Bulma worked there she always left that door open. He had seen it was closed. Vegeta took his chances, held his breath, and turned the knob. Dr. Briefs was standing hunched over his favorite work table located on the left side of the bay. He was turning a tiny screwdriver replacing a panel on what looked to be an upside-down blender with four spiny legs. A crooked cigarette hung out from under his bushy white mustache. It wiggled as he mumbled to himself.
Vegeta cautiously exited the bathroom glancing left and right throughout the garage in search of Bulma. Satisfied with her absence, he entered the bay and walked up behind the doctor, arms crossed. Vegeta stretched his leg a bit, trying to straighten out the problem in his pants. He huffed through his nose to calm his irritation.
~ It feels like someone is touching me! ~ His brow twitched. ~ It's the same as last time, but last time I was getting punched in the gut!. . . Last time was better! ~
Vegeta had his suspicions about the previous incident. It was just like this. He could feel Goku's presence like a ghost but was too afraid to admit the truth to himself, let alone say the words out loud. The invisible hands attacked him for the first and only time right after their fusion. Vegeta instantly felt the all too familiar ki of his rival, although faint.
This was the same ki but weaker, and this time its masked touch was caressing him gently. ~ Just ignore it. . . Just ignore it. . .and it will go away. . . ~ He tried to reason with himself.
Vegeta shuffled his feet and cleared his throat, looking down at the back of Dr. Briefs' head.
His teeth were chewing on the inside of his cheek when the old man spun around and looked up at him. Vegeta frowned while watching him squint and adjust his glasses, his other arm bent and tucked behind his back. From around his right shoulder, a small black cat popped into view. It stretched out its legs, yawned, and nuzzled the doctor's head.
“Ah! Vegeta, m' boy! Yes, what can I do for you? Here about the new training drones?” His eyes lit up. “Oh! Or about the new self grinding coffee pot? You broke the other one, you know.” Dr. Briefs' cigarette bounced up and down. The cat jumped from his shoulder. Vegeta could feel a ramble coming on, and he gritted his teeth.
“No! No! No! None of that!” Vegeta waved his hand and shook his head. “I don't have time for that; this is important. I need a ship. One that can get two people quickly far away from earth.”
He had to hurry. The little peace that Vegeta had gained after finding Goku was short-lived. His paranoia was slowly returning when he felt the rough palm of a hand slide up his stomach from under his shirt.
~ Just ignore it! ~
Dr. Briefs chortled. “You're going to have to be more specific than that, m' boy!” The cat was now circling and meowing at his feet.
Vegeta balled his fists. “What do you mean more specific!? What else is there to know other tha-!” His voice caught in his throat. Obscure fingers thinly grazed his chest and came to rest over his nipples, pinching them teasingly.
“GAH!”
Vegeta slapped at his chest with both hands, one foot bouncing up from the ground. the fingers continued circling his now hard buds. He snarled. ~ I CAN'T JUST IGNORE IT! FOR FUCK'S SAKE! ~
“Are you alright, lad?” The doctor stepped forward and reached out to try and steady the prince.
Vegeta returned his foot to the ground and shook his head. Dr. Briefs smiled and placed his hands in his pocket. The Saiyan continued on as if he hadn't been swatting away imaginary mosquitoes moments earlier. ~ I'm acting like a freak! ~
"What else could you possibly need to know?!" A rather large vein in Vegeta's forehead began to throb.
"No need to shout. I can have you something oh let's say. . ." The Dr. rested his fingers on his chin. "Oh, I'd say three days at the latest. I have a fairly new model that needs to be finished. But I'm going to need your destination if I am to program it properly. Along with that, the ship needs to be stocked well enough for the length of your trip." He wiggled his whiskers again. "Are you sure you are all right, Vegeta?"
Vegeta licked his bottom lip. A cool sensation ran up the side of his neck. It was velvet. He felt his knees go weak. He reached up to rapidly scratch at the area. The prince knew he looked out of it. He could only imagine what was to come next. If he wasn't careful, his imagination could get the better of him. ~ I can't deal with this right now. . .~ His heart fumbled out of key. ~ Three days? That's too long. . .~
Time was the most important thing in the moment, and the only thing his body would allow him to do was squirm under the weight of these feelings without origin. His body was starved, and it responded to the hidden sense of touch. ~ I don't care where we are going. . . We just need to leave. . .~
Dr. Briefs cocked his eyebrow. “Vegeta?”
Vegeta's facial expression snapped back into place, and he straightened his back. "It doesn't matter where I am going. I know how to fly a ship. There is no point in you programming the autopilot." Wetness gathered around his earlobe, and a tender tugging of his skin was felt. It was almost maddening. Vegeta's face never changed, but the muscles in his gut tightened. ~ I know this. . .I can feel that idiot. I know this has something to do with him ~
“Stock it for at least five years by your standards.” The prince crossed his arms again.
~ It's the same as before. . . Exactly the same. ~
The feeling of lips slowly suckled its way down his stomach and across his right hip bone. He pulled his legs closer together. ~ Fuck I've got to get out of here. . . ~
Across the city and over the valley, Goku had still been dreaming:
## Goku let his hands run over Vegeta's stomach and chest taking in every sensation that he could. His fingers traced over sensitive muscle and bare skin. Son shuddered, and his pants became tight around his groin. - I don't understand. . . -
Vegeta was a steady warmth among the cold of his nightmare. He was the only thing real enough to cling to, and Goku chose to hold onto this even if giving in was the only way he could. - I don't understand, but I want this. . .- There was a growing rumble inside his chest. - I need this. . .-
The air around the two grew still. They were on a silent island within a vacuum sea. A moan escaped Vegeta, but the sound was taken away by the void. His parted lips hypnotized Goku who's hands glided upward again to glance Vegeta's nipples. They were erect, their protruding buds giving way to the pressure of Goku's touch.
Nervously, he let his fingertips swirl around the tender pink flesh. Vegeta's hips bucked in response causing his back to arch. He grinds himself against Goku eagerly. Son breathed slowly while watching his fingers continue to tease and stroke. - I want this. . .Vegeta. - Fire shot into his core, and Goku pulled the smaller man back down closer to him. - I think I have always wanted this. . .- His mouth found the crook of Vegeta's neck, and Son savored the taste of his sweat.
Vegeta bucked his hips once more and wrapped his arms tightly around Goku's shoulders. Goku dragged his lips up the prince's neck, hungrily breathing in as much of his scent as he could. - You smell so good. . . - He wrapped his lips lovingly around Vegeta's earlobe. - Kami. . . You taste good too. . . - Goku suckled the sweet flesh, sending his lover into shivers.
It wasn't enough. Goku's burning core radiated outward. Greed was beginning to overwhelm him.
Vegeta's scent swirled.
- More. . .-
Goku grabbed Vegeta's waist and pulled him farther up to kiss the smaller man's chest. He felt the sensation of smoldering cinders stir within his protruding shaft. It pulsed readily.
The lower class made love to Vegeta's skin with his mouth, trailing kisses and stray nibbles down to the bottom of his stomach.
- Let me taste more. . .- ##
Asleep in his bed, Goku's eyes fluttered.
Hiding things was common for Vegeta, but attempting it right now was proving to be one of the hardest things he had ever had to do. Too many questions were running through his head while simultaneously trying to talk to this absurd man.
“What repairs need to be made?”
Dr. Briefs shook his head. “Oh no! No repairs needed.”
The cat was now rolled over onto its back batting at Vegeta's feet.
“You said it would take three days!” He wasn't calm anymore. His skin was cold with goose flesh, and his anger was rising. “Stop messing around, old man, and tell me if I have a ride off this planet or not?” Vegeta stepped forward. “What about the ship I just returned in!? I could just pick one and take off!”
“Don't get into such a hurry. I still need to install the heated seats throughout the entire ship. It gets cold in space, you know.” The doctor put his cigarette out in the ashtray atop the workbench. “And as far as the ship you previously used goes, it is much too small. Didn't you say that you need enough space for two passengers? Is Bulma going with you?” He looked back at Vegeta.
“Screw the damn heated seats!” Vegeta rubbed his temple. “No, the woman isn't going, and I would rather her not hear about this.” His eyes glanced to the side. “That goes for Trunks too. I don't have time to be answering any more questions before I leave.”
Dr. Briefs nodded his head. “Very well, son, but if I may ask, who is going with you?”
“It's none of your business! Can I get off this rock or not!?”
“Fine, fine, fine. No heated seats.” He stroked his mustache. “I suppose I could have her stocked and ready by tonight if you're in that big of a hurry.”
Vegeta's hands relaxed. ~ Tonight. . . Okay. ~
“Good enough. It better be ready.” And with that, Vegeta stiffly turned and headed back through the restroom to the parallel door entering the grassy ally.
Dr. Briefs adjusted his glasses again. “Oh my. . . Well then... I suppose I need to make a list.”
Below his feet, the cat began to clean itself.
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The Depurification Of Son Goku	By : FaroreRose Category: Missing Data > Missing Data Views: 294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Depurification Of Son Goku