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By : TristaML
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Ch. 16 (VP) Forever:
I take to the wind unlike I ever have in all my years of living. There hasn’t been an emergency so dire before and yet I still find time to rue the moment. Why didn’t I just keep my mouth shut like I have been doing? What will he do now? I consider everything as I am approaching the scene prepared for us so diligently, the scene he’s debuting in as sure as I’m trying to steal his thunder.
But… What the fuck was all of that about?
I need to be honest, at least and perhaps for once, with myself. The Kakarot I knew is never coming back. He’s gone. Forever.
I’m approaching fast, now- I can see the Dragon.
I should have made a better plan. I should have devised a backup plan. And a backup, backup plan. I should have known something like this would happen. I should have known better than to think… whatever the hell it was that I was thinking.
There’s no time… for them… and maybe for me, depending on how this goes. I cannot underestimate him.

“VEGETA!” Gohan calls to me. I turn my gaze upon him as I draw closer. Surprise is on his face and there’s a muted confusion in his eyes. He’s hoping, I suppose, for my help.
I survey the scene before me. The Dragon is just as I remember, but perhaps not quite as daunting as the first time, still buff, enormous, and looming. Kakarot is simply standing in the middle of Piccolo and Gohan, unmoving, but his eyes, so far as I can tell, are on the Dragon, and who knows where his head is currently. He doesn’t turn to greet me or acknowledge my hovering presence in any way. There is a darkness in him that I can feel in the pit of my stomach, and a lurching uneasiness fills me.
Piccolo is staring at Kakarot, although he sent a glance my way, they’re in the middle of a conversation. One sided, I’m sure. I don’t linger in the air, but instead I land softly a few yards away and listen, the Dragon towers over us in impatience. I can hear his grumbling and feel the rumble of it in my feet as I touch ground.
You’d think for a creature that lives forever he wouldn’t be so upset about being disturbed every once in a while.
“You know, Piccolo,” Kakarot says, sounding so much like Goku it’s sickening, “I don’t think you understand.”
Piccolo is gruff with him, almost as though he sees him as a nonthreat, almost, and he replies, “Oh yeah?”
I shoot a look at the Namekian, pleading with him not to be too harsh with Kakarot. He is not the same. We no longer know who he is. We never should have assumed we knew anything about him in the first place.
“Yeah,” Kakarot says, and I can’t tell if his eyes shift to the Namekian or not. If I could see the expression in his steely gaze then I could describe it, or maybe not, he’s been beyond my scope of understanding recently. I only know that he’s no longer negotiable. I can sense it in him… the desperation… the detachedness…
“We’re trying to help,” Piccolo replies, and his voice is smooth, but the beads of sweat on his forehead betray his apprehension. “Trust us, Kakarot. This is for the best.”
He doesn’t trust you. What a poor choice of words. Why am I the only one who can talk to him?
“Hmm,” the former “Goku” replies, and I see his head turn, I can only assume his focus in narrowing in on Piccolo. I hear him ask, “What were you going to wish for? What could possibly help me?”
It’s a trick question. They don’t understand. They shouldn’t even reply.
But Gohan answers, sounding childlike, as though he were eleven years old all over again, as though “Goku” even remembers him at that age, and he says, “We were going to wish for your memory back!”
Piccolo frowns at him, unhappy to have their secret revealed. I cannot see Kakarot’s face.
I can’t help but wonder why I never thought of that… but, then again… I guess I was too close to the subject to think of something to simple. Perhaps it won’t work, anyways. They tried to change him back- isn’t wishing for his memory to return the same thing? It won’t work will it…? No. This was all for nothing.
“Huh,” Kakarot mutters, this time looking over at Gohan. He cocks his head to the side, and I can catch a fraction of the glance he gives him for just a moment. Then he…
He… attacks him…
The astonishment is beyond my scope.
“WHAT IS YOUR WISH?! HAVE YOU BROUGHT ME HERE TO WATCH THIS?!” the Dragon bellows.
I don’t know if it’s my immortality sinking in, or the gruesome scene before me, but I don’t even glance at the beastly creature. My eyes are solely focused on the horrific scene before me. And I an numbed at the sight of it.
“Uh oh,” Kakarot smirks at Piccolo and then turns to finally acknowledge me. “Looks like there’s just the three of us. Pity. I’m sure someone will miss him,” he smirks.
Is he…? He is.
Kakarot killed his own son.
I find myself smirking back at him, although I am not amused. I am merely a spectator, watching a man explore the power of his creation for the first time. I tried to warn them, didn’t I? I told them he couldn’t be trusted…
“Well, now, Piccolo,” he turns to the Namek, “What do you say you grant us some wishes while we’re here?”
The Namek is breaking down, one cell at a time. He’s going to crack. His anger is overcoming him. He hasn’t said a word, but I watch as he silently implodes.
“Hey, Vegeta,” Kakarot turns and smirks at me, “I don’t think your plan is working. Piccolo’s suddenly got nothing to say.”
My smirk widens.
Piccolo fumes.
Kakarot chuckles at his dirty handiwork and braces himself for the blow.
Gohan is dead. It can’t be described. I’m dumbfounded as reality sets in.
The scream seems to come after the onslaught and with agony their fight begins. Piccolo throws Kakarot halfway across the land as far as my Saiyans eyes can see, no doubt catching him somewhat by surprise, but I know it’s not enough. He can’t defeat him. I can’t defeat him.
Gohan…
The Dragon is right in front of me, I could ask him for anything, but I don’t speak Namekian. What can I do?
The irony in the situation is ugly and dull. I gave him the idea to capture Gohan… I never thought that he’d kill him, but…
I…
I need a Namekian. Now.
My blood is boiling now. The thrill of knowing that this is the end of an era has finally hit me. Gohan’s dead body is laying at the feet of the Dragon, and I can’t help but glance at it as I take to the sky, heading towards the nearest village.
Kakarot and Piccolo are deep in battle, and he’s now gone Super Saiyan, but it will only be a matter of time before Piccolo’s insanity boost wears off, and Kakarot may or may not spare him. I’m guessing he won’t.
No… no, he won’t.
Kakarot appears in front of me in a split second, almost as quickly as I began to dart away. I feel the cold touch of fear run up my spine as he speaks.
“Where do you think you’re going, Vegeta? I thought we were in this together?” He says, his eyes darkened by his first kill.
Piccolo is recovering from Kakarot’s last attack and currently pulling himself out of a crater as we speak. I only know this because of my battle experience, but with every moment my confidence grows stronger in knowing that I cannot be killed.
I frown, though, and I can’t help but look on at the sad state that the poor Namek is in, but at the same time I knew it was coming all along. I knew this would happen.
I look at Kakarot and tell him, “We need a Namek, Kakarot. One that is willing to grant our wish.” I feel a familiar detachment coming over my heart, and I continue, “I told you to capture Gohan, not kill him. Piccolo is far too stubborn to do anything for you now. But you always want to do things your way. I guess it’s not your fault. You didn’t know what relationship they once shared.”
“Hm,” Kakarot sneers, “Or maybe I did. Besides… You really think so? He won’t talk? Fine. Let’s put your theory to the test. Go get a Namek, and then bring him back here. Then we’ll see which one of us can make them talk, first.” He chuckles and returns to Piccolo.
This is all just a game to him. But he’s learning quickly.
And, in spite of everything else, he’s revealed more to me now than perhaps he realizes. For one, I know he won’t kill Piccolo while I’m gone, and second, he believes I am on his side. He trusts me to do as I said.
I return to my task at hand, thinking hard about everything and my mind seems to pull in one direction more than any other.
When all of this is said and done, there will be no going back. Even if Piccolo is spared, and he returns to Earth to wish Gohan back, we will no longer be welcome there. Too much has been destroyed by Kakarot’s imaginative life choices. Too many lives have been ruined from encountering him for even just this brief time.
I am on autopilot as I consider everything. Dropping down into the village, snagging a Namek, and heading back, it all seems like just a blur. The creature that is now clinging to me only because I’m flying too fast for him to do anything else and he is terrified and confused. He hasn’t even gotten to the bad part yet.
I land in front of the Dragon and drop the Namekian on the ground with a thud.
Kakarot is just toying with Piccolo at this point. The Namek’s power has all but completely waned. He knows defeat is inevitable. Still their fight continues. Kakarot must not think I’m very persuasive.
I look at Gohan’s dead body again, and the Namek, who has noticed it by now, is cowering away from me. He whales, shivers, and shakes uncontrollably as I turn and begin to stare him down.
“What do you want from me?!” He gulps.
“Do you recognize that man?” I ask him, gesturing to the fresh corpse.
“Y-yes-- y-you killed him!?!” He mumbles, and his eyes are clenching shut, as though to shut out the image, but he refuses to cry, and can’t help but look up at me terrified in between involuntary flinching.
“Not me,” I reply, shaking my head somberly. I point over at Kakarot, who is taking great pleasure in beating Piccolo’s body into a pulp just for fun as I make the young man aware of him. “Him,” I explain and smirk when the Namekian’s eyes widen. “Now, what do you say to doing my bidding and granting my wish to your Dragon, hm?”
“But-But- Porunga?! You should never have come here!” he shouts, his bravery getting the better of him for a moment, “Our Dragon is not meant to grant the wishes of evil men!”
I laugh, “By inventing a wish-granting Dragon, you’ve practically invited evil to your doorstep!” I grab him by the collar and lift him off of the ground, “Now. Do as I say, or do you want to end up like him?” I toss him in Gohan’s direction.
The Namek whimpers and gets on all fours to crawl away from the dead body as quickly as he can manage. I stand in front of him, stopping him from getting very far. His quaking continues and I hear the magic words come from his lips; “What is it you want me to wish for?”
“Very good,” I smirk.
And, of course, it’s that moment that Kakarot decides to join us. Piccolo comes crashing down, rolling a few yards away from us, his body broken, and even his spirit is defeated. He could not avenge Gohan.
“So?” Kakarot says as he lands, looking nothing close to even winded. He’s not even in his Super Saiyan transformation anymore.
“I don’t hear him talking, Kakarot?” I smirk, “What’s the matter?”
“Well, I thought I’d give you a fair chance,” he smiles.
I can’t help but think of how handsome his smile is.
I turn to the young man at my feet. “Namek,” I command-“—”
Then Piccolo speaks. It’s a gurgling of his former voice, and he’s talking to me, “You never changed, really… did you Vegeta?”
“Hm?!” I eye him angrily, and Kakarot listens acutely.
“You…” he huffs, near death, “You were always the bad guy… you brought this upon us…”
I sneer but, for whatever reason, Kakarot replies, “Is that so?”
Both of the Namekians and myself heed his voice, and for a split second I’m thoughtful to what he might say.
My curiosity is rewarded as he argues, “Lucky, lucky, you, Piccolo. You get to see everything play out from here.” He laughs, then, excited. “You see, I am not so ignorant as you may think, you know! I mean, I guess ‘Goku’ wasn’t very ‘smart,’ but as for me… Well… I see things just the way they are, because I don’t have to hide in pretenses of what ought to be.” He turns to me, “Isn’t that right, Vegeta?”
My chest pains me, and emotion fills me as I nod, “Yes, yes it is.”
He chuckles, “Yes, I know. I know how much you want this! I want it, too!” he looks back down at the broken Namek, “You could never understand. Gohan could never understand, but Vegeta… Vegeta understands… We are creatures of the underworld… he and I… and you can bring us into the light, but you cannot keep us from the dark. This is how it was meant to be. I know that now. You were once evil, too, weren’t you? If you’d never been defeated, or your heart not subdued, you’d be standing here along side of us right now, wouldn’t you?” He smirks and then turns to me again, finishing his speech, “Fortunately for me I have someone to share it all with. And I can’t wait to spend eternity with you.”
Piccolo’s eyes widen.
My heart skips a beat. “Kakarot…” I whisper. Then my focus returns and I turn to the younger Namekian at my feet, and demand, “Now, then! Listen!” and he turns to me in fright before burying his head between his hands as he kneels on the ground.
But Piccolo speaks at that very moment and I barely knew what was happening because to us Saiyans it sounds like nearly inaudible nonsense. I realize he’s talking to the young man and he harkens to him, his eyes widening as he listens to whatever he’s telling him, but neither Kakarot nor myself can stop him from saying what he’s saying; it’s over before we knew it. The other Namek shouts out in reply, as though he’s considering doing whatever Piccolo requested of him.
I cry, interrupting what I may, “ENOUGH!” and I growl as Kakarot kicks Piccolo in the ribs to shut him up. I turn to Kakarot, and ask, “Have you given up on our challenge or shall I continue?”
“Meh,” he smirks, “Do your thing, you seem to have things under control,”
Then the great Dragon bellows, “YOUR WISH IS A TRICKY ONE BUT IT SHALL BE GRANTED!”
What in the—

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