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Wishes of the Fallen	By : SaiyanGirl Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4331 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Wishes of the Fallen

Author: SaiyanGirl (SaiyanGirl@Gmail.com)

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Goku/Vegeta, Vegeta/Goku, implied Goku/Chichi, implied Gohan/Videl, others are a surprise! ^_~

Warning: Language, Violence, a tiny bit OOC, Death, Angst, Yaoi, Graphic Lemon

Disclaimer: All copyrighted characters appearing in this story were created by Akira Toriyama, and appear without expressed permission. Any original characters appearing are the intellectual property of the author, SaiyanGirl.

Special Thanks: A HUGE Thank You goes to Katiefoolery for beta'ing this fic. She is absolutely amazing! Without her, this story would never have been worthy of posting!

Soundtrack for Chapter One:

     Loreena McKennitt - Prologue (The Book of Secrets, 1997)

     Loreena McKennitt - The Mummers' Dance (The Book of Secrets, 1997)

All soundtrack selections are available on iTunes.

Please Note: For all Soundtrack Disclaimer information, please see The Prologue

Chapter One - Morning Rays

     The trees rustled quietly as daybreak overtook the creeping darkness of the forest behind the Son homestead. Deep within the maze of trees and dense plant life, the orange rays made their way between the thick tree trunks, cascading heat and life on everything they touched. A calm breeze swept through the forest and the trees sang in serene unison, the soft ruffling of their leaves breathing life into the air.
     Upon the forest floor, a lone Saiyan stood as still and silent as the trees that surrounded him, his mind lost in deep meditation. With his eyes closed and arms locked in a defensive stance, he was oblivious to the dawn creeping at his heels. As the sun crept over the horizon, Goku slowly opened his eyes, purring happily at the sensation of the gentle heat on his body.
     Goku yawned loudly as he let his arms fall to his sides, his mind clear from his early morning meditation. He slowly rolled his neck and shoulders in the embrace of the dawning sun, the heat helping to loosen his tense muscles. He had not worn anything above his waist when he had left his wife only a few hours ago; merely a pair of orange gi pants which draped loosely over his long tree-trunk legs. As he rolled his shoulders in a slow rhythmic fashion, he could feel tiny drops of sweat roll down his back and over his chest. The summer heat made the forest radiant with energy, even through the night. But day-break had always been his favorite time of day; he loved the feeling of the morning sun on his body - almost as much as he loved the feeling of his warm Chichi in his arms.
     Closing his eyes, thoughts of his wife quickly drifted out of focus as Goku's mind snapped into his morning workout routine. He could feel the tranquility of the forest flow within him - it was time to begin.

     Bringing his legs together and standing as tall as he possibly could, he dropped his chin against his damp chest and raised his arms. He kept his left arm extended, fingers pointing to the sky while his right arm slowly drifted down until it curled around his abs. Breathing deeply but slowly, he wrapped his tail around his waist. He was still - his rising chest the only movement within him as he breathed, waiting. Holding his pose for well over a minute, Goku suddenly snapped his eyes open and began.
     Whipping his head up, Goku spread his legs apart and brought his arms to eye level, keeping his left arm extended while drawing his right arm close, his hand mere inches from his face. His eyes focused, he quickly bent at his waist and leaned to his right, his hand and arms moving in a pattern of their own. His ki flowed freely throughout his body, as fluid as water under his skin. He could feel it with every movement - every punch, crouch and series of graceful kicks. His movements flowed together from decades of practice, his ki singing in perfect harmony with his body.
     Had anyone been watching him during this morning, they would have believed him dancing to a beat only he could hear - until he charged at a large tree before him, bouncing off it in an explosion of kicks and quiet exertions of breath. Landing some feet away from his starting position, Goku launched into a fury of strikes, defenses and fighting stances. His muscles tensed and flexed, heating his body as he continued to dance and spar with his invisible partner. The morning workout filled him with energy and joy, emptying his mind of thought as he took to the air. He kept close to the ground as he flew; twisting, turning and rolling in the reflected warmth of the grass below him.

     He continued his workout for nearly an hour, dancing with his invisible partner as he honed his techniques to near perfection. Not wanting to stop for anything, Goku forced himself into submission until he felt it was time to finish up - with a bang.

     He landed on his right leg, shifting his weight as he extended his left leg diagonally into the air, his left arm fully extended with his fingers flexed to match his toes. Staring along his extended leg, Goku peered into the sky in deep concentration, keeping his right arm close to his side for balance. Drawing upon his liquid ki, he smirked as he thrust from his right leg into the air, twisting his body to his left and striking with his right leg with vicious ferocity. The momentum of the attack carried his body into the next one, dropping his right leg and mimicking the same violent kick with his left.

     Drawing a deep breath, Goku pulled himself out of his series of attacks and planted his feet upon the warm grass, barely aware he was standing exactly upon the footprints from which his workout had begun.

     Instinctively, he brought his legs together and dropped his head to his chest. Once again, he extended his left arm vertical to the sky, his right now curling around his sweaty abdominal muscles. His deep breathing was the only thing to break the silence of the forest as Goku brought himself down from his ki-charged high, his glowing body heaving as he slowed his Saiyan heartbeat.
     He was lost in the euphoric feeling his morning workout brought him. His body burned even as it desperately tried to cool itself; his sweating muscles stretched and relaxed. The feeling was almost as amazing as the afterglow his body felt as his wife drifted off to sleep after making love. He wished he could exist only in moments like these, his body free, his mind clear. The thought escaped him when he took a deep breath through his nose, his strong Saiyan scent quickly filling his lungs.
     "Heh, Chichi is going to kill me." He smirked to himself as he dropped his arms to his side and raised his head. His scent didn't bother him at all, but Chichi often complained about it when he came into the house straight after a workout. Sweat coursed freely over his heated muscles as he turned to face the morning sun, his hair drooping down into his eyes. Pushing his hair up and wiping the sweat from his brow, Goku began to move in the direction of his house, but stopped short when he felt the gaze of another Saiyan washing over him.
     Goku smiled to himself as he turned to face Vegeta, standing silently amongst the trees behind him. The Saiyan Prince was in his usual dark navy outfit, his strong arms crossing his muscled chest, staring right at him. He had to admit, he hadn't sensed his presence until that point, his mind too clear to focus on anything beyond his workout. Hell, Vegeta could have attacked him and he wouldn't have seen it coming. It didn't matter to him really - he was in too good of a mood to care.
     "Mornin', Vegeta!" Goku called over to the stoic Prince.

      The Saiyan prince had been in the middle of his own morning routine when he'd felt the radiant ki of his rival. Saiyans always enjoyed a good morning workout, but he'd never known Kakarott to train in the mornings until barely a few weeks ago. It had surprised him at first - it wasn't often Kakarott embraced his Saiyan instincts, if ever. The sudden fact that he was up at the crack of dawn every morning confused and frustrated Vegeta - but a part of him had become accustomed to feeling the younger Saiyan's ki at such an early hour.
     However, this had felt different from other mornings - Kakarott's ki had been abnormally high for a simple routine - and something about it hadn't felt right. The more he'd felt it, the more distracted he became from his own techniques. Within minutes, he found himself motionless as he tried to figure out what was different about the other Saiyan's ki - the allure of it captivated his mind as he ran a towel over his shoulders.
     As he flew towards the third-class, he felt the ki continue to rise, quickly reaching ascended levels. Expecting to see the telltale sparks or explosions that usually accompanied the Super Saiyan form, Vegeta was confused when none appeared in the distance - confused and worried. With Kakarott's ki at such a volatile level, Vegeta decided it was best not to surprise him. Dropping to the forest floor some distance away from the younger Saiyan, he slowly made his way towards the wildly spiking ki. When he arrived at a small clearing close to the Son house, Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks, taken aback by the sight of the younger Saiyan before him.

     There Kakarott was, defiant in the face of the sun's morning rays, training with an invisible partner. He had seen Kakarott train before, but this was different. There was an unusual sense of added strength and agility to his movements; something that was not consistent with his style. The techniques he was using, the way his ki flowed, the stances he struck - everything Vegeta saw left him surprised and full of questions. But those questions quickly left his mind as he continued to stare at the sight before him.

     The way Kakarott looked while performing was another story altogether. Vegeta found himself fixated upon younger Saiyan as he moved in the morning light. His broad frame twisted and flexed with style and precision, his movements calculated, yet serene. The bright orange light highlighted the rigid contours of his body as his sweat made him glow as if he had ascended - yet he had not. He had sworn he'd felt ascended ki as he approached the forest, but Kakarott was in his normal jet-haired form. His thick muscles flexed and bulged as he channeled his ki into a strike or lunge - although he couldn't see it, Vegeta could feel Kakarott's ki radiate throughout the forest. But how? With such power - how was he still himself?
     His hair had drooped down from its familiar style, almost touching his shoulders for the few moments he was standing still - a sign of Kakarott's abandon.

     Then there was his tail. Rather than keeping it curled around his waist protectively, Kakarott was swinging and snapping his tail around him as part of his technique. The movements were provocative, as if he were tempting his opponent to follow blindly into a capitalizing strike. If that wasn't enough, Vegeta was forced to take a step back when the scent finally reached him. Kakarott was reeking of sweat and musk, his scent filled with power and a hunger for battle. Vegeta lightly inhaled the strong scent of the tall Saiyan, his senses heightening along with his confusion. All of what he observed, studied and smelled - none of it made any sense.

     It was as if the tall Saiyan was practicing those techniques for mere thrill - no point or reason driving his mind. But Vegeta couldn't understand why he was moving the way he was, or where Kakarott could have learned such techniques. It was nothing he had seen him do while sparring or in battle - this was something entirely different. Why would a Saiyan want to expose himself as such without reason? The idea seemed preposterous, even for Kakarott. Vegeta always had a purpose to his training: to prepare for battle, to improve his powerful figure, to finally overtake the rival that danced in front of him...
     Vegeta's eyes went wide at the thought. Was that what Kakarott was doing? Was he dancing? No - if he was practicing that foolish human activity, he wouldn't look as... stunning as he did right then. Humans didn't often throw punches or fade into strong kicks with their partners either. No, this was not dancing - this was something not of any Earth origin. It couldn't be. It didn't feel right.
     Feel right? Vegeta's eyes narrowed again as he began searching his mind. He swore he could feel something - something screaming to be remembered once more. He couldn't figure out exactly what this feeling was or how it had overcome him - but it was definitely there. He swore there was something about Kakarott's new techniques that he had felt before.
     When Kakarott landed on his right leg, Vegeta's eyes went wide for the second time in those few, yet eternal, minutes he had been watching him. Kakarott was frozen in his surroundings as his leg pointed at the sky - his body poised to launch a devastating strike, unwavering in his balance. Vegeta had never seen him in such a position - so focused, so powerful, so... calm.

     Then Kakarott suddenly took to the sky, unleashing a hellacious kick, quickly followed by a second, then a third. Vegeta's jaw dropped as he felt the ki surge through the air around him. The shockwave of Kakarott's ki passed through his body, rumbling the forest trees around them. It definitely felt different - it didn't feel like Kakarott at all. His usual impenetrable will and positive attitude were there, but there was more. A sense of fierce devotion and determination was thick within his power - devotion to something... more.

     He had never seen Kakarott perform such a violent attack - Hell, he didn't think the smiling baka was capable of such violence. Yes, he was a full-blooded Saiyan, but living amongst the Humans all his life had made him ignorant of the brutality of true Saiyan combat. Or so Vegeta thought - until that point. It was as if the Saiyan in front of him was no longer the Kakarott he had grown to know and be annoyed by; at least, not entirely.
     The sound of Kakarott's feet meeting the forest floor snapped Vegeta out of his pensive state. He quickly regained his stoic composure, watching silently as Kakarott stood tall in direct view of the sun, his back turned to the prince. As he saw his left arm rise while his right wrapped around his stomach, Vegeta couldn't believe what he was seeing. The sun's bright cascade highlighted the sweaty muscles of his back as Kakarott lowered his head to rest his chin against his bulging chest. With his left arm held high and his right protectively around his stomach, his tail now wrapped around his waist and his back as straight as possible, Kakarott stood, frozen in place.
     Vegeta gasped.
     "What the fuck..."
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