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The Depurification Of Son Goku
By : FaroreRose
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Goku's towel hung loosely around his hips, one corner tucked back into the fluffy cotton. Water clutched at the tips of his spikes, and the Saiyan warrior resembled a puzzled wet puppy. There was an air of anticipation about him. It spread across the small space and made its way over to Vegeta who, reflexively took a step back.
The heel of his boot tapped the bottom support piece of the captain's chair. He leaned back, making the char swivel slightly. Vegeta felt his nerves twitch as he toppled back over the chair arm. He sat with both of his legs supported by the arm. He looked as if Goku had come into the room with fists flailing rather than being naked and wrapped in a towel.
The ship was still humming, reflecting the tension between the two warriors in a mirror of sound. Goku could feel the sensation of vibration under his shoe-less feet. Vegeta felt the same thing, but it manifested itself in the form of an aggravated itch on the back of his neck. The larger Saiyan carefully watched as the smaller moved into a position a little less humiliating.
~ There is never going to be an end to this ~ Vegeta felt utterly embarrassed and taken back by the way Goku had entered the cockpit. He knew that the younger man was already on board but was not expecting him to be half-naked and soaking wet when he was found.
Vegeta's previous anger and forethought of beating him into a pulp, regardless of his weakened state, dwindled into a puddle. Then a droplet, until it completely dissipated into the feeling of being caught flexing in the mirror.
"Vegeta!" Goku's reaction to walking through the wrong door did not differ much from Vegeta's. He grabbed awkwardly at the towel and stammered the princes' name again. "Ve-Vegeta! Hehe" Son scratched his head. "Whoops. I thought this was my pod." He stuck one hand out, his palm facing Vegeta with fingers spread in apology.
Vegeta stood from his dangling position on the chair to scowl at Goku with clenched fists. As soon as his boots collided with the metal floor, his face twitched with the effort. His scowl was forced, and his fists quaked with tension.
He watched Son bend his knees gracelessly when the towel slipped a few inches through the other man's loosening fingers.
The air seemed sucked from the room. It was a space of clear glass on all sides within all dimensions. The entire cockpit of the ship threatened to shatter when Goku's lissom V form peaked past the curtain of imagination into reality. Pale skin that rarely saw the sun presented itself right before Goku stood back up-rite and pulled the towel back into place.
Vegeta contentiously flexed his biceps and jaw, but the anger that he desperately wanted to let loose stayed hidden and somewhat passive. The wolf from before became a scared dog who sat in the corner of an ally.
Had the fight left him when his new master presented him with a potential meal?
Vegeta's mouth went dry.
~ Fuck This! ~
He refused to look up at his companion's eyes. Instead, he decided to growl at the wall with his eyes crossed and arms crossed in their usual manner. The knowledge of what was going on with his counterpart had him shook up inside. Its familiarity and the damaging effects of the entire experience hit too close to home. That was the reason all of those memories were creeping upon him.
That was the reason his mind was wondering now. The reason seeing Kakarot's skin shine with the damp glistening of untouched wanting made his outer ego abandon his anger. It was subconscious. He couldn't help it.
~That is all it is!~
His attention snapped back to life.
"Go put some damn clothes on, you idiot!"
Son nervously backed up towards the door. He looked down at the floor so that Vegeta would not see the look of panic on his face. Goku could only make that goofy look last but for so long with the scent of Vegeta floating around in his space. It was hard enough when he was alone in the bathroom before. But now, he felt ridiculous for anticipating the heavy wave of lust to strike him down with full force.
“Sorry! Vegeta!”
- Why didn't I take clothes in the bath with me?! He thinks I'm a pervert! - Panic gushed up through a pipe in his chest. Son continued to walk backward until his back hit the frame for the pod door.
- That's it! He does! Vegeta knows I'm some freak that thinks about him when he is alone in the bathroom! -
Both of them realized in the same instant that the trip they were about to take was only the second strangest thing that they had ever done together. The energy that had begun bouncing around when Goku entered the pod then jolted itself between the two men like a ping pong ball. Dejavu frothed. Their fusion entered both of their minds.
The feeling was dizzy. It was vertigo with nothing to grab onto, a flash of thought no longer than half a second for each of them.
Vegeta pulled his eyebrows together in a knot and scowled even deeper into the wall. His blush almost turned purple.
~ He saw me look at him! I know he did! It's like he can see inside my brain! We need to get this hell over with!~
"Hurry up, damn it!" The vein in Vegeta's temple popped into view.
Goku spun around on command to fumble with the airlock.
- I can feel him reading my thoughts!. . . I've got to get the heck out of here. . . -
Before Son's finger could hit the button, a loud screech interrupted him.
Vegeta's stare was torn away from the wall, and Goku froze, tightening his grip on the towel.
A large curved screen on the opposite side of the control panel flickered to life, displaying several separate boxes, some showing sections of the ship and others giving readouts of diagnostics. Gray static briefly engulfed the screen. It cast a glow on both Saiyan's faces before retreating back into one side of the frame.
The sharp noise resurrected itself, and the panels returned, the largest of which was showing the ship's outer perimeter directly in front of the entrance bay doors. Goku and Vegeta watched as Bulma's face enlarged itself in the camera. Her eyes were enraged, and steam seemed to leak from her nostrils. The ship's speakers crackled.
“VEGETA! I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE! COME OUT RIGHT NOW! AND BRING GOKU WITH YOU!”
Her voice sharply invaded the pod, making Goku shrink. Vegeta tilted back his head and rolled his eyes. Their embarrassment waived the more Bulma yelled into the speaker.
“YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN JUST BOSS AROUND MY DAD AND GET WHATEVER YOU WANT? NEWS FLASH! YOU CAN'T!”
Her face backed away from the camera, and the Saiyans could see a phone up to her ear. Her lips pouted upwards, and she tilted her chin, listening to the phone ring. Yamcha hid in the background behind Dr. Briefs.
Vegeta found his anger again. It was almost a relief to have a reason to let his voice project. He bounded back over the captain's chair to examine the control panel, where he pounded down on one of the larger buttons adorn with an etching of a speaker symbol. An audible click pushed past the crackles.
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING WITH THAT THING, WOMAN!?”
Bulma wrinkled her nose in disgust. It was clearly directed toward her ex-husband's voice projecting itself out of the speaker close to the camera.
"Oh! So you ARE in there, Vegeta! Nice of you to speak up! And I know you can hear me, Goku! Both of you need to get out here and tell me where you are going with my property!"
Vegeta scoffed.
~ I knew she would play that card. . . ~
Feeling vulnerable, Goku regretted his nakedness even more now.
- I can't help it! I don't want this! The last thing I need is for another person to be mad at me. . . I don't want to run away... I didn't even get to say goodbye to anyone.-
She turned around, and all Vegeta and Goku could see was her walking away from the camera, the phone still pressed to her ear. Yamcha was still hiding away in the background, and Dr. Briefs had begun fondling one of the pens poking out of the pocket of his lab coat.
Bulma shifted her weight from one leg to the other, sharply clamped the phone shut, then spun around on the screen with an intense look.
Vegeta heard Goku shuffle from behind him. He rolled his eyes and pressed down on the button with the tip of his middle finger. The motion was deliberate and forceful.
Goku squeamishly squinted in anticipation.
“ IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS WHAT WE ARE DOING. DON'T THINK YOU CAN INTIMIDATE ME WITH A PHONE CALL!”
The speaker rang again as Vegeta released the button with almost as much force as he had used in pressing it, and Goku covered his ears.
The towel didn't make a sound as it dropped down. The cotton rippled and dripped in tender folds down his muscled legs before landing in a heavy pool. It seemed completed in slow motion while Goku's train of thought whistled past. Bulma's voice was a distant vibration through some dark tunnel far off between seas.
“ IT IS MY BUSINESS WHEN IT'S MY PROPERTY! VEGETA, TURN THE DAMN SHIP OFF!”
Vegeta was fuming. His nose flared while his shoulders rose.
~There isn't time. . . I don't know what I'm waiting for!~
The Prince kicked out and hooked the bottom of the captain's hair with the back of his ankle. It squeaked and rotated just enough for him to swing his hips and land his bottom in the seat before it snatched itself back forward.
Goku peaked out from under his bangs, hands still clamped to his ears, his attention caught by the swift motion of Vegeta's hips aiming themselves at the cushion of the chair. He could feel his body starting to heat up again.
- It has to stop -
Son looked back and forth across the room.
-What can I do?-
Vegeta never took his eyes off the screen while he worked the controls in front of him. His grip tightened around the accelerator, and the ship gave out a gleeful hum.
-He. . . He is taking off. -
Goku looked back at the screen where Bulma had been once before. All that could be seen now was the grassy field a few yards north.
Vegeta flipped one of the clear panel boxes open revealing a small black switch. His thumb hovered.
Son was still glued to the display when two dots appeared to be speeding over the horizon.
“Vegeta! Wait! Someone is coming this way!”
Goku reached toward the back of Vegeta's chair and stumbled forward, his feet awkwardly fumbling against each other. His towel lay forgotten on the floor.
"I don't give a damn who is coming! This is no one's business other than MINE!" His finger twitched forward. "DO YOU HEAR THAT, WOMAN! NO ONE'S BUSINESS!",/p>
Vegeta knew who it was that Bulma had on the phone before. He could feel it.
“Vegeta! Wait!”
It was too late.
“Vegeta! That's Gohan and Piccolo coming! Don't you see them?!”
~Fuck~
Vegeta's finger landed, and with the click of the button, the main boosters on the bottom of the ship geared into action.
An impatient vein appeared near the side of Vegeta's temple when he felt the ship jolt upward.
“ If I can talk to Gohan I need to take the chance! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”
The images on the monitor faded away behind a plum of cloud as the ship headed higher and higher away from the ground.
A string of thoughts hit Goku's mind all at once.
- What happens if I never come back? . . . Am I leaving everything behind? . . . Why doesn't Vegeta want me to say goodbye to everyone? . . . This. . . . This is wrong! -
"VEGETA! STOP!" Goku's hands landed on the back of the captain's chair causing it to swivel and spin the prince around.
Son continued to fall forward barely catching himself by bracing his right hand on the side of the control board. He heard the sharp inward gasp of Vegeta over the rumbling of the engine and boosters and remembered the towel that lay abandoned on the cockpit floor.
Reflexes took over, and Goku quickly stood with his back hunched over and covered himself with both hands before looking at the prince.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”
Vegeta's face was blood red. His gaze had draped down his counterpart's body far too low and caught a flickering glimpse of what Goku had sitting nestled under his chiseled v line.
Vegeta slapped his palm over his eyes, scampered sideways out of his seat, and retreated as far away from Goku as he could manage.
"WHAT AM I DOING?" He was a mixture of enraged and embarrassed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU'RE THE ONE RUNNING AROUND NAKED, YOU IDIOT! PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!"
The atmosphere around the ship thinned as the climbed higher and higher. The hull shook, and the screes above the control panel faded into black. The ship's computer beeped, and a robotic female voice reverberated in the empty space of the cockpit.
“Orbit achieved. . .Calculating gravity simulation. . . ready to receive coordinates.”
Son turned his head away from Vegeta and headed for the towel by the door. He scooped it up and wrapped it back around his waist.
“Why, Vegeta?” Goku was stern and only stared through the space between the two of them.
Vegeta scoffed and threw down his hand. He tilted his head.
“You know why.” His eyes were icy and cold.
~ Like I should be the one to be worried about his brat. . . it's not my responsibility. ~
“We have no time to waste, Kakarot. If you want any kind of planet worth coming back to then you will shut up and do what I say.”
Goku blinked.
- Planet to come back to. . . -
“Still, Vegeta, goodbye wouldn't have taken long. . .” He thought about Gohan and Goten.
- I'm such a failure. . . -
Son's eyes began to water.
Vegeta crossed his arms and turned his back to Goku. His eyes closed.
"Every single second counts, Kakarot. You know that with everyone else down there that goodbye would have turned into a battle with Bulma. . ."
~I'm sorry. . . ~
"For the last time. . .go put some damn clothes on. . ."
Goku's face fell completely. He walked over to the door and opened it without a word. He refrained from looking back as he walked through the opening and out towards the other pod.
-They all hate me. . . Even Vegeta hates me. . .The only reason he is doing this is that he is afraid. -
The door wisped shut behind him, and on the other side, Vegeta stood still facing the wall.
Back on Earth, Gohan stood away from Piccolo and the others while looking up into the sky.
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The Depurification Of Son Goku	By : FaroreRose Category: Missing Data > Missing Data Views: 294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Depurification Of Son Goku