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Gone	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Seventeenth Chapter

Necro, that’s the name of the planet Goku last saw Vegeta passing, he was heading northeast. He didn’t know how he’d managed to find it, or what type of luck he had for the picture in the C.C. data base to match the exact imprinted vision within his mind from the direction he saw Vegeta, but somehow he’d found what he’d been looking for all this time. Now he just had to hope Vegeta left behind some clues or stopped and talked to somebody, something.

Planet Necro, it was nice to have a name, a direction, regardless the face that it’s so far out there and he never actually visited so he can’t IT there, it was something. He hoped it would be enough.

He noticed that was just about the last planet that he could reach using his senses from Earth, if he moved to Jupiter maybe he would be able to search further, and so on and so forth. Plus, he was toying with the idea of landing on a designated planet by imagining its geography from information stored in the database about the location. Perhaps if he could make his visions vivid enough, knowing about where it is, he could manage to IT there without having to actually see it for himself first. It was worth a shot.

He hated working with computers, he realized, but he knew he still had some research to do if he wanted to find Vegeta. This was barely the beginning. He couldn’t imagine where Vegeta may have gone or where he would have stopped, if anywhere, on the way, if he’s stopped at all. Goku didn’t have a clue where Vegeta would live, even if he passed a planet he might like, that doesn’t mean Vegeta would like it, if staying still is even in Vegeta’s agenda, which makes this whole thing almost literally a shot in the dark. He wished Vegeta would just open their link back up to him at some point in time and even though he didn’t see it happening, he knew he had to continue to try to get ahold of him that way.

He decided that today he would talk to Von about his discovery and see what he had to say about the whole thing. He hadn’t made up his mind yet if he would ask Von to go or if he would tell him he was going instead, he figured he’d just play it by ear.

His sights on the people had been keener ever since the rest of them arrived, but even Goku had to sleep. He wondered if Piccolo was paying any better attention now with the added population. 187 people made up the remainder of his brethren; it was a strange thing to think about. He knew every single one of their faces, but he did not know all of their names. He memorized which of them are friends and which are family and which of them get along and which don’t, but he has never met any of them personally besides Thelel once, Von, and Dunduil.

He wouldn’t say he didn’t trust them, even Dunduil, he just wasn’t ready to get to know them, he didn’t know if they would be a part of his life, and if they were, he didn’t want them to be a big part of it.

He wasn’t ready for any of this change; he still hadn’t decided whether or not he would go with them. A part of him couldn’t believe he was even considering it, but the rest of him imagined it to be somewhat adventurous. He considered the fact that Vegeta never had the choice of where he would live, and these people were in a way like gypsies of space.

Earth just so happened to be a nice home that appealed to his nature in whatever ways it did. It must have some similarities to Vegetasai, he guessed, but he really didn’t know and he couldn’t imagine another place to call home, and wondered if they could manage to find such a thing.

Goku was waiting on the outskirts of the town for Von to come out of his ship. He wondered why the man slept in there and figured it had something to do with his intricate camera system which showed the entire view around him.

A few moments after his arrival on site Von left the ship and a woman and a little girl followed closely after him. He kissed the child’s forehead but not the woman and the girls began walking beyond to start their day while Von remained still, watching.

Goku landed behind him by a few feet and Von turned and kneeled. Goku knew then for sure, that Von could sense others now, as Gohan had suggested a few weeks ago. “How are ya?” Goku asked him as Von came up quickly, “And please, don’t do that anymore.”

Von looked at him blankly for a moment before responding, “I’m very well and pleased to see you Sire.”

Goku couldn’t dismiss the sense of sincerity in him. He simply asked, “Would you mind if we went somewhere else?” Von said he wouldn’t and Goku reached out and touched his arm so that he could IT them far away.

Von glanced around, his surroundings literally changed in a blink to a desert of all places. At least it wasn’t windy right now. He didn’t understand how that had just happened and marveled silently at his King.

Goku said, “Vegeta needs to be involved but when he left, he didn’t tell any of us where he was going.” Von stared at him, astounded to hear that, though he supposed he should have known. “I have a clue as to one point in space and time where he was and which direction he was headed months ago.”

“What is it?” Von heard himself asking, though he wanted to mock laugh in slight hysteria.

Goku’s voice was stone cold as he answered, “Necro.”

“The Planet?” Von wanted to add, ‘That’s it?!’ but felt that would be unwise.

“He passed by it headed northeast,” Goku answered solemnly.

Both men remained quiet for a few moments while Von reviewed his new knowledge. He had to wonder if Prince Vegeta passed by that planet simply because he was headed in a beeline away from here or if he was making stops to certain places for any particular purposes. The only way to know for sure was to check if he had appeared on any recent news in galaxies between here and there and surrounding, or if there’s been silence. It would also help if help if he knew what the Prince was up to.

Von tested his luck, “Do you know why Prince Vegeta left?”

Goku’s mouth was a thin line and his eyes gave away nothing.

“Did he talk to anyone before he left?”

Goku hesitated to answer but he did with, “Gohan and Piccolo.”

Von tried to search his King to see if he would reveal anything of himself in these matters but he had yet to relinquish anything. Von tried again, “Did he ever say he wanted to leave before?”

“He never verbalized it but I always thought it was an interest of his.”

Von awed at that statement and the simplicity within his King. This was the second time he heard someone speak what is only relayed in myths of their culture, and from a man who is also ignorant of their messages. Eventually Von found some courage and he asked him, “How well did you know him?”

Goku’s jaw dropped slightly and out of shock he said, “Von, if I knew where Vegeta was, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

Von felt the profound weight of those words heaved onto him and he apologized.

Goku turned around and walked a few steps away in the sand, “Don’t be sorry, Von. I have barely admitted to myself that I love him.” After that Goku vanished and Von was sorely upset.

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            When Von returned to the camp hours later Trunks and Goten were already there, he asked Trunks to deliver a message from him, which was written, since his apologies were abundant and his message was long, He hoped King Goku would understand and they could come to a sound agreement. But just as Trunks was about to take off into the air with Goten, his King returned.

            “Come with me to Capsule Corp.” Goku said and grasped onto Von’s forearm before they were transmitted.

            Von for a second time looked around at the somewhat familiar surroundings, amazed. Von refocused and said to Goku, “I apologize, I did not mean to imply that-” Von was thrown off by the small, soft smile on his King’s lips. King Goku shook his head and Von redirected their talk accordingly, “I understand you wish to discuss our options?”

            Goku could not be more grateful, he didn’t really know how to voice what he needed right now, but Von seemed to have all the right words. “I was thinking about going,” Goku admitted to him. “What do you say?”

            Von nodded at him, “I’m sure you would find him before anyone else.” Goku knew he had not said it out of sport. Von began walking through the room and Goku noticed Von paces from time to time when he’s thinking. The Saiyan began to speak again, “Is there no way that our Prince might return on his own?”

            Goku hadn’t actually thought about that but he shook his head in the negative, still.

            “I think I should go, your Highness,” Von said confidently, “If Necro was the last place you saw him, and that was months ago, then there’s no way we could reach him in any sort of timely manner, and the best course of action to take would be to scope out the area for clues. Check to see if he’s stopped anywhere or if anyone knows of his passing through. There’s no need of you to go out there when it’s just a check point and not the final destination.”

            Goku smiled at him after a moment, not having thought of it that way. He remarked, “I think you should stay here, is there anyone else you would send?”

            Von didn’t understand but he answered, “There are few, Thelel, is one, perhaps Dunduil, although once he finds out it’s nothing but a scavenger hunt he might not be too interested.” He couldn’t help but ask, “Why must I remain on site? I feel that if there was anything to be found, I would find it.”

            Goku’s smile lingered and he answered, “You probably would. Have you seen Gohan lately?”

            Von shook his head, “I haven’t. It’s been two months since I last saw him.”

            Goku nodded, “Aren’t you interested in him? Trunks said you kissed him?”

            Von’s heart thundered in his chest, after he had a hard time swallowing, his mouth opened and he said, “I haven’t slept a restful night since that moment.”

            Goku understood exactly what he meant. He didn’t say anything more about it, though. He asked Von, “How long would it take to travel to Necro and back?”

            “At our fastest?” Von bought some time as his heart beat went back to normal, “Two, maybe three months, though that’s pushing it.”

            “Bulma might be able to help out with that. I don’t know anything about ships, but I’m sure she could tell you if she has one faster than yours.” Von nodded, liking the sound of that and King Goku went on to say, “I don’t want everyone to know we’re out looking for Vegeta.”

            Von could only imagine his reasons and he responded with, “So you want to know who you can trust to keep their mouth shut?” Goku nodded and wondered if there was such a person. Finally Von offered, “Thelel is trustworthy. I can send her in secrecy and she will not fail.” Von figured he could pretend to be sending her off with the other men and she could simply follow her own course.

            “How have your other reports been?” Goku asked which seemed out of the blue to Von, even though he’d been thinking about just that.

            Von hadn’t remembered telling him about those missions but he responded anyways with, “No luck so far, and the journey is becoming longer, but I assess it is for the best. There has to be something out there suitable for our people.”

            Goku wanted to sigh but held it in and asked, “When is the next crew expected to return?” He knew he’d been curious to know all the details of Von’s plans, even though it was none of his business, but he didn’t know what captured him about the process so much.

            Von was surprised, not knowing King Goku’s eye had been so devoted. He said, “One week,” and wondered what else King Goku wanted to know. “The next trips will take five weeks instead of three, and after that I’ll give the men two months to travel, but if something is not found by then, I will rework my strategy. I have considered asking for other’s opinions; Dunduil may have some ideas to spare, though he may not tell them to me.”

            Goku knew Von was insinuating that he try to talk to Dunduil just as he is to him, and maybe Dunduil will share information with him that could be useful in both of their pursuits but Goku wasn’t all too interested in speaking with the other man. Nevertheless, it was a good idea, and he would keep it in mind for the time being.

            Goku wondered what Vegeta would be thinking about all of this and how he would be handling the situation. Vegeta was the tactical mastermind, that had never really been Goku’s thing, but now it was very important that they stop wasting time and utilize their resources as best as they possibly can.

            Von but in to King Goku’s thoughts again, “What do you think Prince Vegeta would do?”

            Goku stalled, “What do you mean?”

            “In space, now,” Von tried to rephrase his question, “What do you think he’s doing?”

            Goku hadn’t thought about that since the day he left. He honestly didn’t know. He figured Vegeta wasn’t out purging planets, so what was he doing?

“Do you fear you will never see him again?” Von asked quietly.

            Goku looked directly up into Von’s eyes and it took him a few long moments to tell him, “It’s not that.”

            Von waited for Goku to go on but there was only more silence. Eventually Von asked a little embarrassed, “What is he like?”

            “Intense,” Goku said without thinking, “and passionate,” and there he stopped.

            He believed him. Von’s curiosity about what happened could not be quenched, but King Goku was proving to be quite the opponent, ever standing his ground. At least now Von had two other routes that he could choose to find out more. He hadn’t even considered that Gohan may have talked to Prince Vegeta before he left.

            Goku suddenly asked Von something he’d already asked him once before, “Why did you think that Vegeta and I were together?”

            “Your Majesty,” Von shook his head, “I just assumed.”

            Goku tried to understand why he would assume something like that but he didn’t get it. Maybe it’s because all of this is so new he still has a small tinge of denial in him. From experiencing Horunta to making love with another man, to that man being Vegeta and as remarkable as he is to all of these Saiyans and his son’s transformation, it was a lot. He was sure he was leaving something out.

            Goku seemed to be mulling over things and Von did not wish to interrupt. He took his silence as admittance, or at least as close as he was going to get from him. Von felt some certainly within him. He wasn’t sure exactly where this conviction was coming from but it was unwavering and he bowed slightly at Goku and said, “I do not wish to argue over our first step. I’m sure we can come to a suitable arrangement for scoping out Planet Necro. If you would,” he stood up straight again, “allow me to check from my systems of any records that may hold more clues before anyone goes anywhere. Do you have a specific date or month?”

            Goku thought about it and said, “January.” That was at least a year ago.

            Von nodded and told him that he intended to find a lead, with a small smirk. Goku laughed and began to find some ease about them. He escorted Von back to the camp, but he would not stay.

            ---

            “What do you want?”

            Von did not expect to see him so soon. He was cut off in mid flight in his pursuit and the destination was no where near. “Good evening,” he said in spite of his shakiness.

            “Well?”

            Von nodded since obviously the other wasn’t in the mood for idle chat. “I’ve been informed that you spoke with Prince Vegeta the day that he left.”

            “Yeah,” Piccolo grunted.

            Von waited but he got the feeling Piccolo wasn’t going to give anything up. He suddenly didn’t know what he was supposed to be asking him. If King Goku didn’t know where Prince Vegeta was, why would anyone else, unless they were hiding the information? Finally Von let out, “Does nobody know where he’s gone?”

            Piccolo didn’t say anything to Von for a long time. That time seemed lost by the time the Namek did speak, “You Saiyans, who do you think you are?”

            Insulted, (Von had been only nice to all of them) Von tried to consider where he was coming from and keep things in perspective while holding his tongue.

            “You thought you would fly, unannounced, to visit me in my home and ask me questions about him? He would kill you on sight without hesitance.” Piccolo laughed at him, its echo filling the air around them, “What makes you think this whole thing is going to end well for you? Let’s say you do find him and tell him who you are,” Piccolo let out another deep chuckle, “Or, let’s say Vegeta comes back and finds your whole Saiyan Squad, the moment you tell him that Goku is King you probably won’t live to see either of them reign.”

            Von opened his mouth to speak but Piccolo wouldn’t allow him, “So you’re obsessed with Vegeta, HA. What’s sad is you grew up learning all about him and still can’t seem to get him figured out.

“What were you thinking coming out here? You couldn’t send some type of message? Some flowers? You say you came here knowing you would have to find another home, still you brought the whole hoard, and your Prince isn’t even here. This was your brilliant plan?”

            Von growled but Piccolo wasn’t intimidated by him. The Namek went on to say, “I don’t give a shit how hard you worked for this opportunity or how big of a deal you think you are, things don’t always work out according to plan, friend.”

            Von’s anger flashed for a split second longer before he tried to calm himself down. He answered, “We could no longer stay where we had been dwelling and to remain scattered is even more dangerous.” Piccolo sneered at him but Von continued to speak, “Honestly I did not think that Prince Vegeta would not be here, and if he was here, then the words that you speak would have either been done or not, and we would not be having this conversation.”

            “I would have preferred we never spoke,” Piccolo interrupted, “You don’t know the Sons, and you don’t know Vegeta, and you don’t know me.

            “What did you come here for tonight? You wanted to know what your Prince said to me the day that he left? He didn’t say a damn thing.” Piccolo’s glare was brutal. Von kept quiet this time, not at all happy with what he was hearing tonight from this Namekian as he went on, “The people who live here have nothing to do with your problems.”

            Von angrily stopped him, “Do you mean to tell me Prince Vegeta would not be interested at all to know that the last of his kindred are here?”

            “Who are you most interested in? Vegeta? Goku? Gohan? Yourself?”

            Von’s face became red in his rage and embarrassment. Still he tried to remain calm, “If you’re all so powerful then why are you so concerned with me?”

            Piccolo flew forward and gripped Von by his shirt before the Saiyan knew what was happening. The Namek’s eyes grilled into him as he promised, “If you are playing any sort of game with Goku or Gohan, I will kill you.”

            Von grabbed onto Piccolo’s hands, but he could not rip them from his cloths or even make them budge. He spoke to him, “My intentions have only to do with the future of my race. You obviously don’t know me, either, and if it’s Gohan you’re worried about, don’t you know that he’s married?”

Piccolo gave Von a rather odd look and let up on his grasp just a little bit. Von continued, “I’ve been looking for Prince Vegeta to name him King. He and King Goku may rule together in supremacy, or King Goku, as he’s expressed many times, will hand over the crown. Once Prince Vegeta steps into the picture, I can step out. That is my aim.”

Piccolo finally let him go, “How can we trust you? That everything you say is true? That you really are just looking for Vegeta to be your King?”

“I’m not in this business by choice or for intended deceit,” Von explained as plainly as he could while he tried to catch his breath (Piccolo was woefully frightening for a moment.) “I’ve been looking for him all of my life. It is his right to rule these people. I will not be dissuaded in my quest and I will not fail.”

“You want to know what I think, Von?” Piccolo said, almost in mock cooperation and Von wasn’t sure whether or not he was going to get something useful out of him or something appalling. He said, “I think Vegeta’s so far away right now it’ll take you another lifetime to find him. I don’t think Vegeta stopped anywhere unless he had to and if for whatever reason he does decide to come back, you’d probably do best to let Goku handle everything.

“Come to think of it, if it turns out you are playing around with Goku or Gohan, Vegeta will know and he will take great pleasure in making you suffer as he watches you die.”

Von went to say something else but Piccolo punched him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Von doubled over and Piccolo tapped him on his back and sent him slamming into the ground in between the trees, out cold.

“Do not seek me out again,” and Piccolo darted off with speed unseen.

            He’d forgotten to ask Von about those stupid Saiyan transformations and he’d also wondered how Von seemed to know about a relationship between Goku and Vegeta without knowing about it. He was angry with him on so many different levels he just sort of blew up on him.

He hadn’t been expecting him to try to speak with him and it pissed him off that he would dare approach his sanctuary. He wondered about Von and suspected the worst, even though Von so far had been solid. He had to say he was slightly impressed by his demeanor. He was certain that wouldn’t be their last exchange.

            ---

            Fronshir had to admit to himself that when this all began he hadn’t expected it to go down quite as simply as it did. It helps that Vegeta is slightly psychopathic, it makes for a wondrously routine and disturbed brain pattern, and since he’s also obsessive compulsive, it’s easy to keep his thoughts entertained in certain areas without it becoming blatantly obvious they’re being urged.

            Fronshir didn’t know all of Vegeta’s thoughts and he didn’t understand them when he did try to read them, controlling them and bending them took less effort then slowing them down or sorting them out, they were so scattered and Vegeta’s mental state was almost fragile at the moment. All he could tell was that the man was upset about something that had to do with Goku, who is also Kakarot, from his understanding.

            He figured once he was completely under he could pick apart his brain and his memories whenever he liked. Still, he wanted to know what he was doing out here in space alone. It is something that he should have felt somewhat comfortable with asking him during the day but he didn’t push it because he didn’t wish to go into more explaining on his side. He’d already dismissed the thought from Vegeta’s mind to ask him what happened to sabotage him in the first place and he knew that Vegeta was trying to keep his secrecy very hard, so he wasn’t going to nag about the topic any time soon.

            Fronshir smiled inwardly as he watched Vegeta sleeping. (Horedan’s don’t sleep much, one or two hours are necessary about twice a day, though they get cranky without their 30 minute cat-naps from time to time.) It’s Vegeta’s fault it happened so fast. For whatever reason the Saiyan Prince is so intent on getting Prince Fronshir home, he’s practically rushing right into his trap. From such a distance as before, Fronshir’s capabilities weren’t strong enough, though he’d been spinning his web ever since he left Vegeta that message of distress, but a Horedan’s power is at full strength once he is within his home’s galactic fields, and the bonds are unbreakable once a victim is on planet.

            It is a very useful technique, mind control, and all Horedan’s pride themselves on their manipulative capabilities. Their entire vast section of the universe is filled with creatures that all have one type of supernatural psychic ability or another, and together they form a tight knit community which stick to their own kind and other’s are usually very weary of them. The Horedan’s are the leaders amongst them and are more powerful than the rest.

            It’s not Vegeta’s fault that this happened to him at all. Fronshir truly was looking for help, which he knew he could persuade anyone into doing, and Vegeta was the very first person who had come around. It wasn’t until Fronshir had met the man face to face that he began to conjure up his terrible plan.

            He watched closely as Vegeta’s breathing increased steadily and for a minute or so would not seem to calm down. Fronshir knew he wasn’t going to wake up, he’d been working on a variation of hypnotism while he slept for a long time now, and Vegeta would wake up strictly at “five” in the morning as he was accustomed to, it was barely “two”. Still, he wondered what he was dreaming, his shallow inhalation was arousing, as was the rest of him to look at, especially when he wasn’t aware of Fronshir’s peeking. Unfortunately, Fronshir had to do the majority of his work on Vegeta while he slept, and he could not create his mental “cocoon” and sift through his dreams at the same time.

            Fronshir was proud of himself for the work he had done on the Saiyan. At first when he began the process he found that it was far more difficult than he’d ever imagined it could be and that it was going to take probably their whole travel time just to get him under his influence, but as Vegeta began to insist upon speeding up, Fronshir found some detrimental cracks in his mentality and he knew that if he could keep his mind at bay, his thoughts just a little fuzzy, then by the time they got to his portion of space the “Mind Fields” would naturally assist him, and Vegeta would no longer have a say.

            Fronshir wouldn’t deny him credibility; he was unable to take over his mind completely as he had done with many others in the past, some without even trying. He had already tried several times, but when he got close and he attempted to shift the last few pieces into place, they would not hold, and the foundation crumbled in other places little by little until he had to release it entirely and start over. Perhaps if his brother were here they could accomplish the task together, but still he wondered if it would hold without the power of his people.

            “Ah, my brother,” Fronshir sighed and put his hand on Vegeta’s chest and rubbed it gently as he sat beside him on his bed and continued to work on him. If Vegeta was not who he was, and deeply handsome at that, this would not have happened, but Fronshir was grateful to him that he came along when he did and he knew that he would forever be indebted to him by the end of it, not that Vegeta would have it in mind for him to pay him back.

            He had not told Vegeta the whole truth about his situation back home but Vegeta was to be his solution. His story holds some bearing and is half-true. He cannot have children, and there is marriage arranged, though it is between both brothers and sisters. However, the dark truth is that Fronshir killed a child that Mralidal was pregnant with before anyone knew about it, and also caused the miscarriage of her sister’s baby well into her pregnancy in his rage and upset; both of the children were of the same father, his brother. Mralidal could not have his brother’s child, that would be ludicrous, and she was ashamed of herself for it to begin with, but her sister’s child did not have to die. That is the reason he was sent to exile.

Some planets are wise to Horedan’s and their signature blue-tinged skin and they either steer clear or say very little at all to one they come across, so naturally Horedan business is well kept in secrecy and no one would know why he was traveling, but that didn’t mean any would trust a Horedan either way.

Fronshir had run out of fuel and stopped by a planet he thought he would go unnoticed on. However they recognized his ship and put their efforts together to mislead Fronshir to believe they’d fixed him up, good to go, while they’d actually sent him off in the wrong direction to be stranded on a course few if any travel anymore. He hadn’t had it in mind to be suspicious of their devious actions.

After so long stranded alone in his gloom Fronshir saw Vegeta’s odd ship floating along and so it began. He sent out subtle subliminal vibes and tones in his message to the other man, knowing that if he could get him to respond, he could reel him in. Once he saw his face he saw his luck beginning to change, the one and only fearsome Prince of the once mighty Saiyan race. All he would have to do was make this man a puppet to his whim and he would be a gift to the Royal Houses of Horeda as recompense in exchange for forgiveness; Fronshir had never meant to hurt his brother by killing his first child. Vegeta would never know what this means to him.

            Despite it all, Vegeta was eerily strong-willed, and though Fronshir was able to make him relax some and become a little less focused while awake he still could not steer the man towards him in any way. He did find the pleasure of kissing Vegeta’s lips for some time and running his hands through his hair one night, the strength of his chest pressing against his while Vegeta’s hips arched inward, and Vegeta seemed almost ready to give in, but the Saiyan’s control proved far greater, and he stole away to his room for the evening and they never mentioned anything about it again.

            Fronshir knew that he shouldn’t push anything with Vegeta in any way that might seem like unusual behavior lest he become suspicious of him. They were only three months away from arriving on Planet Horeda but Fronshir only needed one more month until they entered into the fields and then Vegeta’s consciousness would be forever lost.
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