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All of My Hate	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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::: Conjuring :::

Vegeta was already out of the healing tank and completely healed thanks to Gohan and the senzu beans when Amori arrived. Gohan took his leave without being asked.

“Can we talk privately for a little while?” Renjiamori asked of Vegeta once again.

Vegeta’s face was clear of all emotion as he nodded and led the way to the gravity machine.

Amori, likewise, remained silent until the door was closed and secured. At that time he said, “When I first invited you to Nartal, I told you that there was something I wanted to ask of you.”

“Yes,” Vegeta answered, “I’ve been wondering what it could be, but,” his eyes held a weariness Renjiamori hadn’t seen in some time as he added, “why are telling me now?”

Amori smiled and said, “I’ve put it off long enough.” He cleared his throat before he began, “As chairman of the Progression, or what’s left of it, I took it upon myself to esteem others and not to glorify my past in any way that might make me seem… arrogant. However, there is something that I feel must be done, and since I feel torn in my obligations, I cannot do it myself.”

Vegeta’s gaze turned curious and unyielding, and he listened intently.

Amori continued, “I know that we never talked about our people or our cultures much, neither of us wanted to, and anything before Frieza sometimes seems a blur, like a dream slipping away the harder you try to remember it.” His eyes held all the emotion he hid from his face as he went on saying, “Over these long years I learned so much about myself in spite of all that was lost to me. Because of that loss I am a man of two minds, as well as a man of pride, much like you are, Vegeta. I have understanding of predicaments but no immediate empathy because my primary concern is, and has only ever been, to be of sound mind. Ironically such a goal had taken a toll on me, and so it’s taken me years to fully understand my own emotional state after tragedy.” He laughed, then, laughed at himself. It was a full chuckle from the gut, as though he realized how silly he sounded for taking himself so seriously. He half-smiled and said, “I never wanted to talk about anything bad, either. I always thought there was no point.”

Vegeta knew this already, but hearing it felt different from knowing it, and of Renjiamori he was ever curious and he waited patiently for him to continue. His words touched his heart:

Now I… I understand… and I think you do too… and I think my request is agreeable to both of us: Build a memorial and dedicate it to the Likors and to the Saiyans and to all the races that are now endangered or extinct because of Frieza and his reign of terror. Let it be a monument that will stand tall and threaten those who seek to take his place in the times to come. Let it be grand and let the ground it stands on be honored.”

“… Amori…”

“Please do this for me and I will tell you a secret and the true reason behind my feelings…”

“What do you mean?”

“My people were… well, they regarded their final resting places as very special grounds. To leave a man dishonored, without a place to call his own, even in death, was a grievous act. It was unheard of in my culture, even to leave the worst of dead men without a gravesite. We believe in life after death, and knowing that I will see them again, I must see to it that their lives are honored in our way.”

“I-” Vegeta choked, “Yes, Amori, I will create the perfect headstone for our people. But, I don’t understand why you don’t want to do it yourself.”

Renjiamori sighed and smiled and then pursed his lips in deep thought. “I’ve left everything in my will to you, you know. I don’t know anybody else that I trust. There’s no one else that I can think of to take care of my things, or at least have respect for them.”

Vegeta was shocked and flattered, confused, and then again he began to understand. Renjiamori had more fame than he knew what to do with, and fewer friends than he would like. There are hardly any peoples in the universe that could couple with him, (Humans and Saiyans being some of the only ones) and even less that could trust and understand him. He had no one to chase or share with, and nothing to focus on except for battles of a time gone by, and fixing the mess that was left behind.

How could Vegeta not see before how lucky he’d been to find Kakarot and to have gained something so wonderful as a family and a lover, in spite of all the terrible things he’s done?

“You look so… lost,” Renjiamori laughed gently. “I can see through that look on your face. I know what you’re thinking of.”

“Hmn?” Vegeta asked with a sudden air of nonchalance.

Amori bated him, knowing the answer, “Don’t tell me you two broke up?”

Vegeta almost blushed and answered, darkly, “So what if we did?”

Amori frowned upon hearing it and replied in disdain and discomfort, “You know you want to be with him.”

Vegeta sneered and in newly found frankness he answered, “I wasn’t the one who broke it off.”

Amori remained silent for some time. He was proud of Vegeta for admitting that. He knew that even though he said it calmly, it took a lot out of him. He appreciated his honesty after all this time; the moment was not lost on him. Alas, for once he cheated, and he knew about it before hand. Just the thought of their being separated now only made him sad. Renji finally said, “I understand.”

“How could you possibly?” Vegeta asked but more stated, constantly darting his eyes around, the way he does when he’s in an uncomfortable conversation.

“You aren’t the only one who has fucked someone else,” he smirked, “But you know as well as I do sex is nothing but a minute pleasure unless it’s with someone you love.”

“Tch,” Vegeta scoffed at the word.

Amori continued in a cocky tone, “Saiyans are very different from Humans, aren’t they? They are people of packs, more honorable to one another, and closer, but you’ve never told Goku that before have you? Your people are meant to find that one in a million, in fact, it was more likely that you’d find a suitable partner than not because your biology and psychology with each other provides another platform for personal connection.”

“What are you saying, Amori?” Vegeta growled.

Amori’s eyes glared at him for a moment in thought before he replied simply, “That you were meant to be with him.”

Vegeta’s eyes widened and heartbeat quickened at those words. He retorted fervently, “Not now with that, damn it.”

Amori smiled, and it was a genuine one, as he said, “Vegeta, don’t be afraid of it. It’s right. You know it in your bones and in your gut.” The emotion he saw cross through Vegeta’s eyes in that moment only made Amori believe it more.

Somehow, something inside of him gave way to a great change in heart and he felt he was having an epiphany. He immediately gave way to the neural ascension and in doing so, something shifted in his core being.

He believed that everything was going to work out as it should. He didn’t know where this sense of calm came from, or why, exactly, he felt so sure. Maybe it was because he was finally coming to terms with Vegeta. Maybe it’s the change in Vegeta that he’s seen that’s inspired him and the knowledge that so much had changed in their lives for the better. Could it be from being around him, and Goku, and all of their friends and family who laugh and play and joke in the face of danger? Or could it be just the simple truth that he’s been looking for all along, like his deepest, darkest questions are finally being answered? Will everything work itself out right? Does karma even exist? Does true love really conquer all? Is there a reason for life?

The answer, of course, is yes, and has always been yes, to all of those questions, but to see it in action! To know it! To live it! To finally be able to say that a life, long and full of torment, is well worth it in the end, for you can find peace, and good things do happen, and that people really do love and want to make a difference, even though it may not seem like it at the time, and that everyone’s journey, whether easy or hard, long or short, has a purpose.

Renjiamori knew, now, that there is a point. Peace came unto him. He knew not what would become of them, but he knew it would be okay. He understood that there is a time and a place for everything and he is no longer afraid.

Why harbor so many fears, living with them, night and day? He’s done well for himself, despite his personal problems. Even now he sees his deepest desire, to find love and see it and touch it and know that it exists in a universe of so much hate, and he knows that he has achieved it, even if it wasn’t how he’d wanted to. His mind altered, and now in his thoughts he cared little for anything other than happiness for he could now say that he’d been truly touched by the supernatural; he felt it in his every atom.

Everything changed. He felt it’s okay to be the last of his kind and to have strived so hard, for so long and for so many, only to do so much. His time has been spent diligently and he planned on using the rest of it dutifully. He no longer cared that he was alone because he understood that he was alone, and would have already felt alone, just like everyone else, and yet he knew that he’s never really had been, and never really would be. He was no longer partial to Vegeta other than a fondness so deep-rooted in friendship that nothing could change it. He now understood so much, and he felt so honestly, like he’d never been alive before.

Vegeta stared at Amori as they stood in silence. He was acting oddly but Vegeta didn’t dare touch him. It seemed that he has gone into some sort of trance. The man was glowing and his hands came out to his sides and his eyes went fully white. Vegeta barely had time to brace before Amori sent a sudden blast out in all directions. Thank goodness they were inside of the gravity machine, which withheld the power as long as it could before bursting into a millions pieces. The rubble came down on top of them but Amori held them both inside of a safety dome.

Amori came to, opening his eyes, and he looked upon a gaping Vegeta, with Goku right behind him. Both caution and surprise riddled Kakarot’s features and stood lurched forward, ready to protect Vegeta at all costs. Renjiamori smiled and laughed as the rest of the group of men gathered around. His eyes looked the same as ever, still an eerie blue-green, but in them something else was now there. It was as though the wisdom that had always been on the inside, lurking in the corners, now had come out and with it, joy followed.

There was such a gleam in his gaze that Gohan, running out of the huddle of others, was the first to speak to him. He asked in awe, “Renjiamori, what’s happened to you?”

Amori’s gaze fell onto Gohan’s face and he looked at him lovingly, even Vegeta thought so, and he said, “I’ve fallen into my own. I’ve reached a plateau on my planet that they would deem honorable and necessary to lead. All the royals must experience this transformation on their own before they can take the throne. I have finally done it,” and his face looked thoughtful, but not as melancholy as it once did.

Goku interrupted them out of surprise, “You’re a prince, too?”

Amori grinned but it was not in conceit and his eyes turned up to him, “It doesn’t matter now.” He put his hand on Gohan’s shoulder and the young man straightened up at the touch and continued to stare with his eyes glued to Amori’s. With a slight grip he let Gohan’s shoulder go and looked on at Vegeta, who bowed to him.

Vegeta, for the first time, was not jealous at Renjiamori’s success in this achievement. Instead he relished in it for him and praised him in his own mind, for accomplishing such a task. Surely it’s something similar to becoming a Super Saiyan. He could tell a significant growth in strength in him and wondered what new powers he might have found.

While the others prattled on about what just happened and all focus seemed to be on Renji, Vegeta’s mind went back to that very time and place, when the two of them first walked silently in the gardens, safe from Frieza, away from everything. Vegeta remembered thinking that something was strange about Renjiamori. He remembered sensing a force long before he could detect ki, he knew there was strength in Renjiamori that only a handful of people could recognize. Finally Renjiamori has realized it for himself. Looking upon him now, Vegeta knew what he’d always known, that he was never meant to be with him. It just wasn’t the right fit. He could never match him in empathetic intelligence, his passion for others, or his zest for life.

Vegeta knew he was too dark for such an enlightened man. He would always carry a weight with him, in his heart and in his soul. He didn’t know if he would ever be rid of his demons.

“Vegeta,” Kakarot whispered.

Vegeta didn’t dare turn to him; another man who he could never have, another man with more brilliance where it counts, and more happiness than he knows what to do with, another man who is more powerful than him.

Why does his heart ache all of the sudden?

He felt his own despair for the first time, with no curtains and no walls and no arrogant reasoning to distort it. He suddenly remembered exactly how it felt to leave Renjiamori all over again, and he knew that he would have to do it with Kakarot, too.

How could he have ever hoped for something so fine and so simple and as precious as life with Kakarot?

“Vegeta,” Goku grabbed gently onto his arm, fearing he would blast off any moment. His power seemed to be fluctuating. Goku has never sensed his energy do anything like it under normal circumstances. When Vegeta’s eyes met his he saw an emotion in them he’d never seen before and he didn’t want to name it, because he never wanted to see it again.

“Kakarot,” Vegeta quietly spoke, and there was something else in his voice, something that Goku could swear he was feeling.

Only then, hearing his Saiyan name being called by Vegeta for the millionth time, did Goku realize how special he is and how incredible it is to have found him. Only then did he realize his life wouldn’t be the same if Vegeta wasn’t in it. He wouldn’t be the same. Those lips and those eyes belonged to the only other of his kind. Somehow it clicked for him, he didn’t know why or how, but he saw Vegeta in a new light and with a better understanding. How did he never see what Gohan was trying to say all those years ago? How strange it truly is to realize that Vegeta completes him, that there’s no other like him. How lucky I am to have found him. How stupid I’ve been for never appreciating him for who he is and all that he does for me and my family, even with our differences.

Vegeta took a step back, freeing his arm easily, he moved away from Goku and he had such a strange look on his face.

“Vegeta,” Goku said once more, and in the single word he was begging for him not to go.

Vegeta heard his plea loud and clear, but he didn’t hesitate to turn away and he retreated into the house, passing everyone else without another word or even a glance behind him. Goku couldn’t read his thoughts because he was too busy with his own. When Gohan and Piccolo approached him he could hardly hear what they were saying because he was only thinking of Vegeta and his feelings grew stronger and his focus waned.

“Goku,” Piccolo finally got through to him, “There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

Goku nodded but his eyes never left the path Vegeta took into the house. Still, they left with quickness, leaving behind the other fighters to continue to discuss things with Renjiamori. Gohan didn’t follow after any of them. Instead he stood by and listened to everything he could hear.

::: Awards :::

“Goku,” Piccolo began, and there was a tinge in his voice of sorrow and regret, “Dende said that Namek has been destroyed… all of its people and its artifacts.”

Goku nodded, numb and cold, “Yes, Piccolo, I’m sorry, we tried.”

He didn’t give a reply to that. Goku’s heart was breaking, too, so instead Piccolo asked proactively, “Where’s Jeremel now? How did you know he was going to attack Namek?”

“It just came to me, like a vision. I just don’t know how to explain it. I don’t know where he is, but I’m sure he’ll be coming here soon.” Before Piccolo could continue Goku interrupted him, and the annoyed tone in his voice and look on his face only showed his frustration at himself as he said, “I don’t have any answers, Piccolo. I know that sounds funny, considering everything, but I don’t understand the visions myself. I need more training. I need more time.”

Piccolo nodded, “You’re training, whether you realize it or not. It will get easier. We could just really use some of that information right about now.” Goku agreed but Piccolo could see he has something else on his mind. In spite of better judgement, he decided to tell him something he probably shouldn’t mention, “Vegeta asked Gohan and me to watch you carefully ever since you’ve been having these visions.”

“What?” Goku asked with his mouth agape. He struggled with his emotions, momentarily angered by the fact that Vegeta would ask them to spy on him.

“He wanted us to let him know if your behavior was strange... I don’t know why. I thought it was because he knows something that we don’t…”

Goku’s brows furrowed and he saw flashes before his eyes, only seconds at a time, Vegeta’s concerned face, staring at him. -You big idiot! What’s going on with you! You keep passing out!- Goku shook his head and saw Piccolo again. He understood and couldn’t be mad anymore. He looked down in thought as he said, “No, Piccolo. Vegeta doesn’t know anything. He’s worried about me.”

“He has a funny way of showing it.”

Goku looked at him seriously and replied, “That’s the problem. He doesn’t show it. Not unless we’re alone.” The look on Piccolo’s face turned sour and Goku laughed, “I’m sorry. You didn’t ask and I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“It’s alright Goku, I’m just not used to these conversations.” You’re not the only one who’s been getting sappy on me, Goku heard him thinking.

Goku took a deep breath and sighed. He said, “I think I’m beginning to understand, Piccolo. These visions, they don’t make sense, but they’re real. Everything that I’m seeing is going to happen, and I don’t think I can stop it.”

“What have you been seeing?”

“I’m not sure,” he lied. “I’m going to try to work on it for a little while.”

“Ok, Goku, just, stay near.”

He nodded and disappeared.

---

It was getting late and the night grew dark, with light blues and purples painting the sky amidst the city lights and overall blackness of the night.

All the men had to eat at some point in time. Renjiamori asked Bulma to make the arrangements to feed every one and he got a bite to eat himself, but he found that he wanted little to do with his plate. When he was finished what he could he left the room in search of Piccolo or Gohan or the younger boys, hoping that speaking to them would help jog his mind of ideas. He knew that neither Goku nor Vegeta would be available to him again for some time and he wasn’t going to stress it.

Goten and Trunks were easy to find and they smiled at him as he came closer. They seemed in high spirits in spite of things and Renjiamori asked them to sit with him in the gardens outside of Capsule Corp and talk for a while. Renji had hardly paid any attention to them since he came here; it was an offer they couldn’t refuse.

As they sat chatting, Gohan and Piccolo both stood and listened in secret for some time. The two boys knew they were there, and they began asking impertinent questions, which Renjiamori answered with a chuckle and smile. It was all child’s play to him. He was in no way offended or bothered by them and he felt he didn’t have any secrets to hide anymore.

At a change in subject Goten asked, “Did my dad tell you what happened on Namek?”

“I heard it got blown up,” Trunks added.

“Oh,” Amori said sadly, “That’s what I figured happened, but I did not ask him. How did you find that out?”

“That’s what Piccolo said,” Goten replied and anger has surfaced on the faces of both young men, and they looked much more like Saiyans than Humans.

Renji nodded, “I would like to speak with both of your fathers about what we plan to do now, but I don’t know where either of them has gone. That seems to be pretty normal to you guys…”

“Yeah,” Trunks admitted, “But they always come back…”

Gohan frowned and came out of the shadows against Piccolo’s approval. He said, “I will take you to both of them if you want… But since they are not together right now, you’ll have to tell me which one you’d like to see first.”

Renjiamori seemed rather surprised to see Gohan and he wondered how long he’d been listening from the nightfall behind them. He stood up and replied, “If I could, I’d like to speak with you, Gohan.”

Gohan nodded and said, “Follow me.”

Piccolo didn’t pursue them. Instead, he came out of hiding and told the boys it was time to eat, and then left towards the lookout, where he could keep an eye on everything.

Gohan lead him a ways away, to just a few miles outside of his home, where they could be comfortably close to his family, and to the likely whereabouts of Goku’s next chosen location. As they landed softly Gohan turned to Renjiamori and said, without thinking, “Renji, what exactly do you think you can say to either of them to snap them out of this…?”

He chuckled, “It seems I’m not the only one who wants to talk.” Gohan blushed, suddenly aware of how rude that was, and began to apologize but Renji was walking towards him and already saying, “I wasn’t through talking with Goku when Vegeta woke up…”

Gohan realized he was looking directly up and into Renji’s eyes and suddenly he wasn’t sure how to respond or what to think. He only said, “And what about Vegeta…?” but he hardly knew himself exactly what the question meant.

Renji could see that Gohan was interested in him, now. He was looking for confirmation beyond a doubt, and he saw it in the way the young man’s eyes had changed from serious to sultry, from piercing to observatory, and the way his breath came in deep and then shallow the closer they stood together. Should he kiss him? Should he keep him talking? Should he tease him? There are so many options. Renjiamori could admit he had a crush on the young man, but he has several hang ups, the number one of them being that their lives are in acute danger, and he did not want to be distracted or get Gohan sidetracked. He only said, “Vegeta and I are done talking; we have discussed all that we need to for now.”

Gohan couldn’t help his heart beating so fast or his thoughts flying through his head as he managed to say, “That’s good,” he took in a deep breath as he stared into Renji’s eyes and added, “So whenever you’re ready I’ll take you to my father.”

Renji nodded while he laughed nonchalantly and replied, “First, though, I want to talk to you.”

“Yes?” Gohan asked, “About what?” He could hardly contain himself.

Renji’s chance was now, now he could dazzle him with his wit and intellect and charm, and reel him in with his sensitivity and his manner, but suddenly he felt a change in the Earth. Something was coming.

Gohan sensed it, too.

Goku appeared with Vegeta and said, “Let’s go!”
The four men held on.
::: Travelers :::
They arrived at the Lookout just as Piccolo, who struggled to get free, was being held upright by a bulging and threatening Jeremel.
“You can’t stop me!” He yelled, “This Namekian will die, along with the dragonballs,” he laughed, “And your hopes of wishing anyone back to life.”
Goku’s movements were instantaneous, and he dislodged Piccolo from Jeremel’s grip as he round-housed him to the face. He went flying and then seemed to vanish.
Piccolo dropped to the ground and Gohan ran to him, scared for his life more than anything.
“No, Jeremel. You’re wrong,” Goku said sternly, searching for him with every sense that he has. “You’re not going to get away with this.”
“Oh, how cliché…” Jeremel was laughing as he appeared behind all of them.
“We know about your heritage,” Vegeta yelled, throwing up a fist, “You’re nothing but a mockery of the Saiyan race. Tainted blood, that’s all. You shouldn’t have the honor of even being called a Saiyan.”
“Is that so?” Jeremel cried, “I’m surprised you learned my secret. Oh well, it won’t change anything. My other ancestors have more talent than yours, anyways, Vegeta.”
“But not more than me,” Amori shouted, and began charging up in defense.
Jeremel was laughing, about what, no one else knew, but he laughed and laughed, obnoxiously.
Goku whispered, “Vegeta, we have to do something, and we have to do it quick.”
Vegeta turned to Goku and considered his words, but his time for thought was shorter than he knew.
Jeremel created another attack in mere moments, which looked quite different from anything they’d seen before. He looked as though he was creating a bomb out of himself, and they expected one large blast to come forth in some way so they readied themselves, weary of his power. They did not know his true goal. All anyone could see was a white, glaring light, but from out of his body three total blasts barreled forth simultaneously. One headed straight towards Goku, the other towards Piccolo, and another, aimed at Renjiamori.
Gohan, who was already near the Namekian, jumped in front of the blast and his screams could he heard for miles off, while Renjiamori, who sensed the urgency, used his sources to withdraw some of the impact from the other waves, resulting in most of the beams power hitting him, instead. When the impact hit Goku he tried to repel it but fell to the ground, majorly damaged by the hit. Vegeta, who had been momentarily blinded, shot towards Jeremel and got in a few good punches before the man disappeared again. His laughter echoed in Vegeta’s ears and would haunt his mind for some time. Jeremel was nowhere to be found, gone completely, again. It didn’t matter, a great loss had been dealt, and the party would forever be changed by it.
Piccolo was calling for Vegeta as he held Gohan in his arms, emotions he hadn’t felt in so long stung his heart and he had a hard time finding any words.
Goku lay on the ground, hurt, but breathing. He managed to sit up, groggy and in pain, and he surveyed around him, confused about what happened. A dreadful feeling began to take place in his gut. Vegeta lifted him up, the concern in his eyes was hidden well but Goku could see it and he smiled at him and said, quietly, clutching at his side, “I have… senzu beans.”
Vegeta nodded and asked, breathlessly, “Where?” and his eyes drifted to Renjiamori, who wasn’t moving. He could barely feel his ki.
Goku could hardly move his arm to show him where the pouch was but he did. Vegeta had to use every ounce of his concentration just to get the damn thing open. Only two left.
There’s only two left, Goku heard him think, and the way his voice sounded, even in his head, brought pain to his heart and the anxious terror in his belly began to grow.
Vegeta didn’t hesitate to give one to Goku, but the moment he did he was faced with a hard choice, a decision which he made fast, considering everything. He didn’t know why he chose what he did, but something inside of him told him that it was the right choice, even if it meant…
“Renjiamori,” Vegeta whispered to the man as he bent over him on the ground. “Renji…Amori…”
Goku slowly began to stand up, feeling his strength renewed. He stood by and listened as Piccolo fed the last bean to Gohan, who remained knocked out, although his body was healing perfectly. Piccolo let him stay asleep and his focus turned to Vegeta, as well, who now sat on the ground next to his dying friend.
Renjiamori slowly opened his eyes and, with some effort, he focused on Vegeta and coughed up some blood. He spoke gently, “My friend…”
“No talking,” Vegeta said, and cradled his head in one arm as he placed his free hand on his chest.
Amori smiled and coughed again, and Vegeta could tell that this was the end. He would die here. Amori managed to speak, “I’m h-happy to have fought alongside you again.”
“Amori…” Vegeta tried to shush him but his heart wasn’t in it.
Renjiamori felt them; tears. He knew it would end in tears. They flowed down his face, into his ears, but he hardly noticed, and he admitted, his voice now a whisper, “… I’m happy to die… It’s my time.”

Goku and Piccolo felt for them both and Goku held his head in shame and thought, I couldn’t have stopped this? No, I knew this was going to happen… Is this why I wanted him out of the fight? Subconsciously this must be why I was trying to stop him… There was nothing I could have done? What good is seeing the future if you can’t change it?

“It’s finally over,” he gasped for breath and Vegeta tried to get him to stop talking again but he wouldn’t listen, he only tilted his head in Vegeta’s arm with what little strength he had left and quietly spoke, “At least I could see you… one last time… Seeing you… happy… has made me happy.”

“Amori, damn it, stop,” Vegeta said with a passion filled voice as he bit back his own tears. He couldn’t allow himself to cry in front of him. He couldn’t believe he had to say goodbye, even after he’d been avoiding it for so long.

“I feel,” he whispered, pouring out everything he has left into these last words, “I’ve accomplished more… today… than ever before. It’s time to say good bye.”

“Good bye, my friend,” Vegeta murmured, and Amori heard him, and then he passed.
Vegeta could no longer hold back the tears and he howled in his sorrow and unleashed some of his power to help ease the pain. While the shockwave was great and it threatened everything around him, he felt his control slipping away, it wasn’t enough.
::: Twilight :::
Piccolo and Goku took Gohan and headed back to Capsule Corp. All the men asked where Renji and Vegeta were, but their questions went unanswered, as they stopped asking them immediately. The faces of the two men were maddening to look at. Hardened and cold and fuming and calculating, they were. They saw the true power of Goku as he took deliberate steps forth, ignoring them all, and everyone silently agreed they wouldn’t joke about Prince Vegeta being with him, anymore. They left Goku and Piccolo alone, but couldn’t turn away. They saw the young, sleeping Gohan in Goku’s arms, and they knew, as a father with his son, there would only be a great wrath from a father having to deal with the pain of a hurting child.
Goku’s only intentions for the moment were to get him to a bed, and then to spend some more time with himself. He knew of nothing else he could do. How could he tell Gohan that Renjiamori is dead?
Trunks and Goten, who were pushier than the space-warriors, found Piccolo and demanded answers. He told them everything and in their surprise they fell silent and didn’t bother the Namekian anymore. Piccolo headed back to the Lookout, happy that it was still there, and that Dende and Mr. Popo, who hid at the first sign of trouble, remained unharmed, though shaken up. Dende thanked Piccolo for saving his life, by allowing Jeremel to believe that the dragonballs were tied to his life-force instead of the young Guardian’s.
When Gohan woke up hours later everything was still dark. Some of Huntre’s men were sleeping while others took shifts, staying alert in case Vegeta or Goku or Renjiamori came back with some information. They were restless, but silent, and in their anxious faces Gohan could not find solace. He didn’t dare ask them anything. He headed straight for his father as fast as he could.
When he arrived at Goku’s location, he hesitated to approach him, but Goku stood up and turned to his son. He was smiling sadly at him and he said, “You did a great deed out there, Gohan, saving Piccolo’s life like that.”
Gohan laughed, exhaustedly, and scratched the back of his head, much like Goku does. He said, “I think I definitely owed Piccolo that one…”
Goku, unsure how to continue, added, “Vegeta tried to fight Jeremel but he left, probably too drained after that attack. He gave us both a senzu bean, but you were still out, so we let you sleep…”
Gohan nodded. Makes sense… He hesitated, licking his lips he asked, “What about Renjiamori…?”
Goku couldn’t hide the truth from him but the answer didn’t come out so easily. Gohan already knows, he must, and he just doesn’t want to believe it. Goku finally answered, “I’m sorry, Gohan.”
Confused, Gohan asked, “Sorry for what?”
Goku cringed inwardly and he only said, “Renjiamori’s gone.”
“What!?” Gohan panicked, and his heart told him what his mind already knew and he growled and he whimpered, and he denied, and he confirmed, “It can’t be true…”
“Gohan, I’m so sorry…”
“NO!” Gohan took off and Goku knew better than to follow him.
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