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The Depurification Of Son Goku
By : FaroreRose
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On the far side of the property, away from the buildings, Dr. Briefs adjusted his glasses and checked his watch. Everything was ahead of schedule. He thought about the tinkering he still had left to do in the garage and sighed. It would be at least another hour or so before the ship could be loaded; he was still waiting on a shipment of goods to arrive. Feeding two Saiyans in space for several weeks was no easy task.
Wind blew low through the grass around the spaceship which was sleek in style but still carried the Briefs family's traditional rounded edges. Three outward-facing pods, designed as rooms, were fixed around the oval, two-story hull. Two bedrooms and one bath. The main cabin contained the cockpit upstairs and the kitchen and storage downstairs. Just enough room for two men.
Dr. Briefs chuckled, “Well. . . he did say he was in a hurry.”
Vegeta let go of Goku's shoulder as soon as they appeared in front of the launch area. The pressure had only been there for a few moments, but still, Goku felt as if he missed it. Gratitude and longing filled him up again while he watched the prince walk forward towards Bulma's father. He was striding with purpose.
Goku wished he could feel that again. Like he was doing something that he was meant to be doing for his friends. Is that what Vegeta was doing right now? Fulfilling his duty? Was the threat that big?
Vegeta stopped and watched a line of mid-sized droids carry in crates of vegetables through the open entrance bay of the ship. From behind him, he heard Goku's stomach growl.
~When was the last time that idiot ate? ~ He made a mental note to eat as soon as they were on board.
Dr. Briefs noticed the two of them walking forward and turned around. “Ah! Vegeta, that was quick.” He poked his face around Vegeta's shoulders. “Goku! It's good to see you again. I thought that Vegeta may be taking you along. He just can't seem to get enough of space, you see. . .”
“How much longer until we are ready to go?” Vegeta cut him off, “I'm in a hurry.” He was grumpy but surprisingly calm. This puzzled Goku who was now smiling and waving hello.
- I know what's going to happen. -
Son remained quiet and watched the droids. His stomach growled again.
- He is going to wait until we are on the ship. . . He is going to wait 'till we are out in space and then blow up on me about something. . . -
What Vegeta was doing wasn't something that he wanted to do. Goku was sure that he would fully take it out on him eventually. He looked back at Dr. Briefs.
“Well, we have one last shipment that needs to come in. Once that's loaded onboard, you two will be ready to go.” The Dr. looked around the lawn.
Vegeta took notice.
“You're looking for Bulma aren't you!?” He looked slightly panicked. She would stop him. She would cause delay. She would question and nag. “Is she here? I told you that she can't know about this until Kakarot and I are gone!”
~ Having to hide! It's bullshit... .She has total control of this damn place, and there is nothing I can do without threatening her physically. . . and that probably wouldn't work anyway. . . It's just. . . ~
Vegeta looked back over his shoulder at Goku and glared. Goku's shoulders went rigid.
~ Loss of time. . . ~
“Kakarot!”
Goku jumped. Vegeta was scary when he made that face.
“Yea?” He looked as if he was pouting.
It made Vegeta pause for a moment. He stared at the other Saiyan's glossy lower lip. His gaze broke.
“Get on the ship. . . Unpack. . . whatever. Just don't get off until I come back. I need to get a few things.” He pointed at the loading dock behind Dr. Briefs. “ON. DON'T GET OFF.”
Goku grumbled and shot Vegeta a dirty glance, “Okay! Fuck, I'm not that stupid. I'm going.”
Vegeta froze.
~ Did he just yell fuck at me? ~ Normally, the word coming from Goku would make Vegeta laugh, but it was so abnormal that it only reminded him of the changes that his counterpart was going through. A wave of new fear hit him while looking at the other Saiyan.
~ It can't be stopped. . . I already know that. ~ A drop of sweat formed along his hairline.
Goku shrugged off Vegeta's look and stepped around him to speak to Dr. Briefs. He wanted to give the prince the cold shoulder completely. He also knew better. Being stuck in such close quarters with a pissy Vegeta could prove life-threatening considering the condition he was in.
“Thanks for the ship.” Son was smiling. It was forced, but he was smiling. “It was late notice, but you always pull through. I know where Bulma gets it from.” He scratched at the back of his head. His nails dug into his scalp a little harder than usual, every nerve in his body trying to run for dear life.
Vegeta only watched.
“That's no problem at all, Goku.” The doctor's cigarette still wiggled, only now it was a teetering rope of ash. “That may be true; Bulma is very talented, but she gets her charm from her mother.” He smiled and reached up to pat Goku's shoulder goodbye before watching him turn and walk up to the loading dock.
Son slipped up the metal ramp, in between two of the droids, around the corner, and disappeared within the walls of the ship. His movements told of his hurry, and Dr. Briefs could not tell if it was hunger or the need to visit the ship's restroom that drove him.
Vegeta didn't bother to say anything before slipping away over the lawn. He walked past the lab building and around the back of the staff cafeteria next door. The cafeteria was the oldest building on the grounds, and it was starting to show. Vegeta felt his mind wandering while he looked along the brick wall covered in moss and years of weather fading.
~ I don't have anything to worry about. . . The ship is almost ready. . . vegetables or not. ~
A rabbit hole sat snugly between the outside wall and a chain-link fence separating the land from a water runoff. The weeds that grew around it had been pressed down and flattened by traffic from the family inside. Vegeta stepped carefully over it.
~ I can't believe that ignorant oaf! He doesn't even know what's going on, and I don't have the time or want to have a fucking extensive conversation! I'm flinging his ass off the ship, and I'm leaving! ~
Vegeta's temple started to throb as he continued into the next area of the grounds and through the gates leading into the private back yard. Small sticks and leaves crunched under his boots. The bottom of the gate raked the dirt, and its rusty hinges groaned.
Everything was aging.
~ What's going to happen after? . . . After this is over? He is going to be different. . . He is already different. . . ~
A breeze past by Trunk's old swing set, causing the chains to bicker, and Vegeta turned slightly to shimmy next to the open bay garage door. Shuffling could be heard from inside. He peeked his head around the corner to look inside.
Bulma sat in one of the rolling chairs on the far side of the main open area. She clutched at the sides of her head while tapping her feet.
~ Shit! I can't deal with her! . . . I can't believe she hasn't noticed the ship outside. . . ~
Bulma continued to rub at her temples, and she let out a groan of discomfort. Vegeta listened. The sound of running water came from the small two-door bathroom that Vegeta had taken advantage of earlier.
“Yamcha! Hurry up! I'm going to die over here!” Bulma let one of her arms flop roughly down. Her palm slapped loudly against her naked thigh.
Vegeta noticed that she was wearing one of her party gowns.
~ That's why she hasn't noticed. ~
He smirked
~ Out with that weakling of hers. I forgot about that. . . ~
The prince took his opportunity to sneak by. Bulma had her face buried in her hands, and the fool in the bathroom was probably taking a piss. Quietly he drifted upward and floated above and over the open door toward the outside of the wing containing his bedroom.
Vegeta slid smoothly onto the balcony and inside of the room. With Bulma out of sight, his thoughts once again centered on the other Saiyan.
~ I've had enough of this place anyway. . . It's time to go. ~
Goku:
Goku was alone now. He had exited the cargo hold into the kitchen and climbed up to the hatch that led to the main passenger area. The entranceway was so cramped that he had to push his duffel bag through the hole before he could climb through.
- This ship isn't very big. . . The kitchen is barely enough for the two of us. -
Goku paused under the rounded door frame leading into the cockpit.
- . . . The two of us. . . -
Being alone with Vegeta didn't bother him before. It was the fact that this was Vegeta's idea. He was saving him from some terrible fate that, yesterday, didn't exist.
Goku looked down at the two seats facing the control board.
- The way he looked at me. . . He almost seemed scared. . . Then . . . embarrassed? No. . . Maybe angry at himself? -
He swiveled the copilot chair around and sat, straddling its back with his legs.
- I JUST WANT THIS TO BE OVER! -
His feet left the ground where they were planted, and the chair spun back to face the controls again. Frustrated, Goku flopped his forehead onto his folded arms and let his back hunch forward.
- It doesn't . . . It doesn't matter. I'm not a monster. -
Things were different when he was alone. He could only interpret the world around him according to what he had left to live for. It didn't seem like much. Once, Goku could have come up with any reason to be happy without having to think. It was effortless. And now, the bravest thing that he could do was let Vegeta help him.
- And I didn't even have to say anything. . . he knew. . . - There was a churning in his heart. It was like a twitter of soft thumps along his veins. Goku stood up and placed his hand against his chest. The bumping became faster. The breath from his mouth was harsher, warmer, and more humid.
- What is going on? -
The heat came. It darted through him, bouncing back and forth down into his core. A wave of prickles vibrated down from the top of his head into his toes, and Goku felt his knees start to buckle.
The heat rose.
A moan escaped his lips while another wave of sensation rippled past. Needles painfully tingled what felt like the underside of his skin. There was a swirl of energy being tugged from the pit of his stomach down into his groin. Sweat was building in thin layers along his thighs as they started to shake; he gripped the back of the chair, his fingers digging into the white leather.
- NOT THIS! NOT RIGHT NOW! -
Goku squeezed his eyes shut when he felt his dick begin to harden. His erection rose along with his panic.
- I CAN'T! I CAN'T DO THIS RIGHT NOW! IT BURNS! -
He let go of the chair to stumble back through the door, his member bouncing and rubbing itself along the insides of his pants. The friction made him shudder. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his legs steady until he reached the entrance to one of the pods.
Eyes still shut, Son fumbled for the door switch, trying his best to fight the surging heat shooting down from his stomach. It stabbed through him creating fireworks behind his eyelids.
The urge to moan and stroke himself wouldn't go away. It grew stronger with every moment until he heard the click and swish of the opening pod door.
- WHAT THE HELL LIS WRONG WITH ME? -
Son fumbled his way into the pod. It was just big enough for one person to sleep and dress comfortably. Beside the twin-sized bed, there was a small writing desk that Goku braced himself on. He tried to breathe in and out slowly, his legs still shaking.
- Vegeta didn't say anything about this. . . I don't wanna tell him. . . -
His knees fell and hit the side of the bed. Goku's body followed in a fluid motion, and he lay face down grinding his hips into the mattress to still the burn. His palms began to sweat, strangling the blanket.
- I've never felt anything so strong before. . . it's embarrassing! -
Locking himself inside of the room sounded like a good idea. His cheeks turned red, and he thought about what Vegeta would say if he told him that his erections were tormenting him with an unbearable heat?
- I have to make it go away. . . somehow! It hurts! -
His teeth clamped together as he willed his arms under him to push his body up onto his knees again. He sat crouched on the bed and breathed in and out as slow as he could. His head lifted and scanned the room. The heat spiked again down in his stomach.
- Maybe a shower? . . . Vegeta will be back any minute! I have to deal with this now. . . -
There was no bathroom connected to the pod, just a small closet and shelving space.
- Only one bathroom then. . . -
He stood with one eye squinted, bracing himself against the burn. All of his limbs felt weak and loose. Wobbly, Goku left to find the pod containing the bath. He felt crippled by the throbbing in his groin and the thumping in his chest.
Vegeta
Once inside of his bedroom, Vegeta quickly slid open his closet door and grabbed three identical blue uniforms. From a large drawer, he took out two sets of armor and flung them next to his clothes on the bed.
~ This is so stupid! ~
He thought about the ship and tried to remember exactly what it looked like before he walked off. The size was a disappointment. When Dr. Briefs said it was a two-passenger ship, he only meant TWO passengers.
Paranoia's edge loomed close by. His mind inched closer and closer to the drop. Soon, Vegeta's hands were shaking while they frisked the inside of his closet to retrieve the orb hiding there wrapped in cloth.
~ Stuck on that damn thing with that godforsaken time bomb! ~
He grumbled when he pulled out Mira No Koishi.
Goku was absolutely a time bomb. Vegeta didn't feel like a savior. He didn't feel like he was doing anything worthy of recognition. Deep inside there was a built-in responsibility. He had to fulfill it.
With this, the orb stayed in its wrappings and was folded up inside of one of Vegeta's loose t-shirts. He placed them, folded, on top of his uniforms.
From his pocket, he pulled out a capsule container and retrieved one of the pill-shaped units. He clicked it and tossed it on the bed. It popped and poofed to reveal a rather large suitcase.
~ What if he changes. . . before we make it. . . What if the ship goes down in space? ~
There were too many possible scenarios. They played out inside of Vegeta's head while he placed his belongings into the case one by one. Mira No Koshi rested nuzzled in the shirt between the two sets of armor. Vegeta wasn't exactly sure why he was taking it with him.
~ I'm coming back. . . maybe I should. . . ? ~
He reached to take the orb back out of the case then, paused.
~ No. . . not right now. . . there is no point. ~
He had initially resisted the want to look at it. He was in too big of a hurry and was slightly upset that he was thinking about the damn thing so much lately.
~ It can't tell me anything I don't already know. . . it's not going to give me any answers. . . ~
He had wished for too long that Mira No Koishi would speak to him the way his mother said it would. He was still far from understanding.
~ Just a trinket. . . ~
The prince reached over to open his desk drawer. From inside, he took out a fist-sized paper bag and tossed it carelessly on top of everything else.
The touches lingering on his skin seeped into Vegeta's mind as he closed the suitcase shut and clicked the button to return it to its capsule form. His cheeks flamed.
~ Fucking stupid. . . I shouldn't be having to deal with this. ~
Vegeta stuck the capsule into its pack and in his pocket.
~ I know it's him! I just wish I knew how he was doing it! ~
There was no other explanation for what it could be.
~ Why does it have to be me? ~
Kakarot had many unique abilities, but Vegeta had never heard of being able to touch a person without actually having to be there. He thought about their fusion.
He had never felt so close to another person in his life. It was an amazing merger of mind and body that he could never forget.
~ That's how I know. . . That's how I know it's him! ~
It still did not answer Vegeta's question. He wondered why Goku would decide to touch him in such a way. Gelidity rushed over his arms and torso.
~ Is it because he doesn't know what he's doing? Am I just a bystander? ~
This thought increased his upset mood. Vegeta took a long breath through his nose and grumbled; the vein in his forehead increased in size.
~ Why would I care if that's all it is! ~
The days on Frieza's ship were enough to make him understand that being a bystander was sometimes okay. At least you weren't a target. Why would he want to be Kakarot's target anyway? The violence of it all was enough to make even him uneasy. It grew on a Saiyan day by day.
~ Those surges . . . they're enough to drive anyone insane. ~
It was defiantly something that Vegeta remembered but didn't want to bring up.
Vegeta's blush turned pale.
~ The only thing that kept my hands off myself was the fact that I was running and hiding. . . ~
He shook the thoughts of Frieza's ship away. And grimaced.
~ He has to be having a hard time containing himself already. . . So it has to be him doing SOMETHING to me to let off some steam! ~
The prince walked back out onto the balcony and prepared to burst off to the ship. His brows lowered and his anger started to surge along with his fear.
~ HOW DARE HE FUCK WITH ME! HE IS LUCKY THAT I DON'T JUST KILL HIM! ~
The redness was in his cheeks again.
Goku
The middle pod contained the ship's only bath, only this room was bigger than both the sleeping pods. The shower was separate from a large circular tub. It looked deep enough for Goku to sit up to his chest in hot water.
The ship was defiantly luxury. Leather seats, expensive mattresses, and a water tank big enough for it to have a bath this size. But the size was ridiculously small. Son wondered what reason Dr. Briefs had in building it anyway.
Son crutched his way to the tub by leaning against the wall. His body was on fire, and his lower stomach ached with neediness. Still shaking, he turned on the cold water to fill the tub.
- This. . . this has to stop. -
His breathing was becoming more and more ragged, and he rubbed his thighs together trying to get rid of the squirming sensation he felt running down his legs.
The water in the tub rose higher. Son pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the tile floor. He watched it fall and noticed the sweat-soaked spots where the fabric had held onto his skin.
- The past couple days have been so hazy. . . my head is starting to hurt again. . . -
The throbbing in his pants continued; Goku frowned, sticking his thumbs in his waistband and tugging it downward. His pants and boxers bunched around his feet allowing his erection to bob up and down with freedom. The cool air of the ship hitting his skin made him inhale through his teeth.
- I can't tell if that felt good or not. . . -
The cold water of the bath was sharp against the bottoms of Goku's feet. It licked at his ankles then slithered up to his knees. Soon his bottom was hovering over the tub in anticipation.
To try and sexually please himself was not an option anymore. Feelings of extreme guilt came along with the act that Goku wasn't completely sure of yet. He was afraid that his mind would wander back to Vegeta, and he would pay the price later.
- I can't. . . -
Still hovering, with two hands bracing the side of the tub, Goku shook his head back and forth. His erection twinged just above the water. Tiny droplets of mist from the faucet ran down the underside of his shaft.
- No. I can't do it! I can't keep thinking of Vegeta like this! -
The muscles in his legs began to ache.
- This just keeps happening. . . -
Son felt mortified by his own body. It had never betrayed him in the past, but now it was relentlessly turning against him. Flashes of the bar continued to appear behind his eyelids the more his memory started to return. It felt like being trapped in a stranger’s life. In a stranger's body.
He dipped lower into the cold water. It stung his underside and shrank his skin sending shivers up the back of his neck. His butt touched the bottom of the tub, and Goku positioned his legs outward and bent at the knees. He let the water run and continue to fill up the tub. It slowly made its way up his stomach as he began to relax. His body heat was already heating the surrounding pool.
After a few minutes, the torridity began to fade along with his stiffness.
- How long is it going to be like this? Am I going to go back to normal once it is all over? -
Something was telling Son that things would be different although he didn't want them to be. He dropped his arms from the side of the tub and rested them in the water. Everything would be fine if he could go back to training and not have to worry about the explosion of urge every few hours. It ate away at his nerves, causing him to feel as if his body was no longer under his control.
It was like a balloon slowly blowing up. It kept expanding getting bigger and bigger. And if he did nothing about it? Then what would happen? The balloon was already threatening to pop. The scariest part of it all was that he wanted to feel that pop so badly.
- What if I'm just not the same anymore. . . ? What if I'm already someone else? -
His head hung lower. At last, the scorching aches had completely passed. All there was left to feel was shame and sadness.
- Those guys. . . at that place. . . they were kissing each other. I remember now. . . I thought about Vegeta then too. . . I should hate myself for this. . . -
He remembered the way Vegeta had looked at him when they were sitting next to each other behind the bush during Bulma's birthday party.
- He was so relaxed then. . . He reached out for me. -
Goku turned the water off and curled his knees to his chest.
- What am I feeling? -
Vegeta
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Vegeta was at the base of the ship in less than a second. At the same time, a delivery truck turned off of the highway into the main drive coming onto the property.
~ Must be the rest of the supplies. . . Good. ~
Vegeta grunted at Dr. Briefs to signal that he had returned. The old man acted as though he never noticed that Vegeta was gone. He simply turned and blinked a few times.
“Vegeta, it seems the last shipment is coming in. The ship will be ready as soon as the droids get it loaded into the bay. That is if you are sure you don't want any of the additional plans added on? . . . Heated seats?" His eyebrows raised dramatically.
~ This old twat! ~
Vegeta's eye twitched. There was no way he could stand here and wait for the ship to be loaded.
"No! I'm boarding!" He barked. "As soon as the crap is on I'm taking off." He motioned towards the approaching truck and didn't give Dr. Briefs a chance to speak before stomping past the droids onto the ship. Everywhere Vegeta walked he looked as if he was on a mission to kill something or someone. He disappeared around the same corner as Goku and made his way up and over to the kitchen.
The prince climbed the skinny ladder up to the hatch, opened it, and made his way into the living area. The passenger room included a roomy leather armchair and a love seat. A large television screen hung mounted on a swivel against the curved wall of the ship’s hull. Vegeta imagined Kakarot and himself sitting and watching some late-night alien programming.
He scoffed and strode into the cockpit. It was empty, but Goku had obviously been there. Vegeta took note of the bits of dirt that had been scattered onto the floor.
~ Great, he doesn't even know how to stomp off his boots. . . This isn't going to be a good time. . . Where is he? ~
From below, he could hear the rest of the food being loaded. His ears perked up when the truck started to pull off.
~ Well, wherever he is, it's time to go. . . ~
Vegeta casually stepped around to the pilot's chair and took his seat. He briefly glanced over the main control panel before starting the core engine driver. The switch hid under a plastic panel. Vegeta opened the clear box on its hinge and flipped the switch upward. He heard a buzzing whir fizz to life within the ship's belly while his eyes flickered left and right, taking in the functions of the ship.
Without pause, Vegeta pressed down on the ignition button firmly with his thumb.
~Simple enough~
The ship swooshed and floated into life, pushing bursting jets of air out from its underside. The spewing wind pressed down on the lawn, lifting the ship upward from the launch pad.
The faint tapping noise of damp feet leaked through the cracks in the cockpit hatch, bubbling over the sounds of the ship's soft engine.
Everything else was quiet. The noise got louder, and Vegeta tilted his right foot onto its toes and swiveled his chair to the left to listen more closely. There was a nervous twitch in his abdomen muscles when the door hissed open.
Goku
The warmth of the water was beginning to fade. Slowly, he released his legs and prepared to stand. His toes were starting to go numb; they curled and wiggled at the bottom of the tub.
The spikes that jutted forward above his bangs hung low, almost skimming the surface of the still water. Goku's eyelids drooped.
- I'm still so tired. . . I need to sleep this off. . . all of it. . .Just sleep all of it away. -
There was a beeping sound coming from outside of the ship. Then came the familiar sensation of someone approaching. For the first time in a long time, Goku felt on his guard. Maybe it was the knowledge that he was about to be out in the vast quietness of space. He wasn't sure, but for some reason, he was highly sensitive to the energy in the air around him.
The water started to heat up again. It was a look of panic that came across his face as he shook his head violently. Goku grabbed at the sides of the tub again and lifted his body upward and out. He splashed water on the bathroom floor, leaving liquid footprints behind him while groping for one of the provided towels hanging from the hook attached to the pod wall.
He blew out his cheeks roughly with every exhale of deep breath. Son was fighting with his own body now. This was it. The beginning of his real struggle. He was starting to know. He knew before, but now there was another level of understanding. The closer and closer Goku got to leaving Earth, the closer he felt to his doom. The looming monster in the dark was coming for him. He had to run but was stuck in the mud. His feet were surrounded by sticky goo.
- I can't let this get me . . . -
He lifted his right hand to press against his chest. Slowly, Goku tried to remember the lessons his grandpa had taught him as a very young child. He slowed his heartbeat. The rhythmic drumming became a steady beat under his palm.
- Okay. . . -
Once again, he felt a presence.
- It must be Vegeta. . . -
His heart seemed to twitter.
Goku bit down on his lip and brought his hand away from his chest to wrap a towel around his waist.
- This is going to be harder than I thought. . . got to get some new clothes. . . -
A strong buzz fluxed through the ship's core and radiated outward through the floors of each level. There was a sudden surge, and Goku felt the ship being lifted upward, preparing to bend the throttle. It left him feeling unbalanced. He wobbled but still opened the pod's door and walked out regaining his footing.
Son turned around in a slow circle, holding the towel around his waist with one hand and rubbing his opposite forearm with the other. He felt the ship flitter. He could feel Vegeta's presence but didn't quite know where he was. There was no doubt that he had passed by recently.
Goku's nose tilted upward to take in the savory smell left hanging in the air. The hair on his arms stood up with a tingle. He shivered, letting the towel slip through his fingers and down to the middle of his thighs. The blood seemed to flow faster in his veins, pumping devotedly for his stuttering heart.
- Oh. . . Oh no. . . -
Goku stumbled forward and pulled the towel back around his waist tightly. He stretched his neck around, comically looking between the other doors.
- Which one... was it? -
Goku's eyes darted back and forth between the hatches.
He could hear beeps and tapping clicks through the walls. The ship was fully coming to life around him. Even the shadows in the corners were lit up with more light. Son couldn't say the same for his mind.
Vegeta was slowly overtaking his senses again. All it took was another sniff of the air. Still, he stepped forward.
Plop, plop, plop. . .
It felt as if pop rocks were fizzing out of life within his conscious mind. The result was a thin bubbly residue that hung over his judgment, and instead of veering to either the right or left, Goku strolled up to the center door, casually pressed the release button on the panel next to it, and entered the cockpit where Vegeta stood waiting.
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