Forgotten Innocence | By : ladyfury Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4662 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I do not own DragonballZ, or any of the characters from it. I do not make any money
from the writing of this story.
Forgotten
Innocence
Chapter 01
The lights flickered, barely working after the electrical
storm that the ship had gone through over an hour ago. Slowly, Vegeta stirred
from the loss of consciousness due to the ship’s turbulent ride through the
natural phenomena. The smell of blood filled the room and it forced him to jerk
up to his feet to find the source.
Lying on the ground in a coppery pool of blood, Vegeta
discovered Goku there unconscious and unaware of the injury he sustained. If he
remained unconscious for too long, there would be repercussions to pay for later.
“Kakarrot, wake up…” Vegeta grabbed and slapped the younger
warrior’s cheek rather hard. He was hoping that the younger warrior didn’t just
turn over and die before they had their long-awaited duel against one another.
After all, a space electrical storm would be one of the stupidest ways for any Saiya-jin to die.
A low, soft moan escaped Goku’s lips as his eyes slowly came
open. There was blood caked on his face that ran from his hair down his cheeks
in different thicknesses. Most of the blood seemed to have run down the right
side of his face where he had been laying on the floor coated with the crimson
liquid. He seemed pale due to the blood loss and would require medical
attention and nourishment to help him recover.
“About damn time,” he cursed angrily. “Honestly, you better
not die on me! Your life is supposed to be mine!”
“Huh? Who are you?” Goku uttered the first words with
uncertainty. Vegeta’s eyes widened from the scowl he usually wore as he stared
at the Earth-raised Saiya-jin looking helplessly and nervously around him.
There was fear in his eyes; almost though he worried that he did something
wrong. It grew worse when the next thing he said confirmed the worse-case
scenario further: “Who am I?”
Hearing those words reminded Vegeta of his days working with
Frieza. Though there were people who had forgotten their memories during
missions, he heard that those warriors never acted the same way after the
accidents they went through. Sometimes, they would remember weak glimpses of
their former life; however, there were some that ended up being killed for
their lack of memory since it was considered a weakness on the battlefield.
“Shit…” Vegeta spoke in a frustrated tone.
“Did I do something wrong?” Goku asked in question. Vegeta
fought the urge to do away the Earth-raised Saiya-jin with a blast; knowing
that deep inside, he had the answers to becoming a Super Saiya-jin.
“We’re going to have to land soon, so get cleaned up,”
Vegeta spoke in a grave tone.
“Wait, you didn’t answer my questions!” Vegeta walked off
the bridge of the ship and went to his room before slamming the door in the
twice amnesiac Saiya-jin’s face.
-
Vegeta toweled off the water from his hair. He had set a
course to one of Frieza’s former medical bases to see if mental scans would
indicate if Goku could regain his memory. He didn’t bother asking the
Earth-raised Saiya-jin if he still remembered how to teleport seeing he was of
no use to them if they suffocated in the vast reaches of space.
‘If worse comes to
worse, I might have to kill him to put him out of his fucking misery…’
Vegeta thought morbidly before putting on his armor.
-
Frieza Planet #39 was one of the planets Vegeta had prayed
not to visit. With Frieza’s murder not long ago, they had no idea that their
lord and master was due to the lack of communication between planets. The
Saiya-jin Prince assumed it would take months, if not years before they found
out that the tyrant was dead before the inhabitants would pick up and resume on
what was left of their lives before the tyranny and devastation.
Despite the lack of communication between planets its
medical facilities are of high quality, it lacked hospitality for the remaining
Saiya-jins that have visited this planet in the past. Yet, Vegeta had talked
them into landing and had threatened if he and the passenger were treated
poorly, he would kill half of the medical team in the process. So they worked
feverishly over the Earth-raised Saiya-jin’s medical condition that vexed them
rather heavily. While Goku whined whenever a needle was shown, poked or
prodded, Vegeta had excused himself from the room to take a walk.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Prince of all Saiya-jins…”
a chuckle came from Vegeta. From his right, a humanoid creature approached him
from the side as the prince eyed the male with a knowing glare.
“What do you want Reiux?” Vegeta eyed the alien warily.
Reiux’s skin tone was a creamy color, yet, his hair was that
of fire, a red-orange that seemed to stand out compared to the other creatures.
His elf-like ears seemed heavily decorated by various studs of silver earrings
that went from the lobe of his ear to the very curve of the shell. A small
chain seemed to link a certain set together, but it did not seem to limit the
garnish of his armored form. The skin-tight black spandex hugged every square
inch of his torso to show off his powerful muscles. The armor, unlike the
others issued was his own design of silver and black with only one shoulder
strap compared to those with two.
“Hey, easy, I’m just wondering what you’re doing back here…
I mean, the last time we parted, you left me with a
split lip and a broken arm,” Reiux nervously chuckled.
“Doesn’t mean I am unable to do it again,” Vegeta
threatened.
“Hey, I heard that you brought another of your kind with
you, what happened?” Reiux was quick to the point and knew something was amiss.
“The idiot hit his head and I brought him here to see if
there’s anyway for him to remember who the fuck he is…” Vegeta muttered rather
angrily. It was degrading enough he had even brought the Earth-raised Saiya-jin
into space, but now, he felt like he was regretting the decision with a
passion.
“Oh! So you’re taking pity on him? Rather unusual for
someone like you to do such a thing to an amnesiac warrior…”
“That’s none of your concern! If he doesn’t recover his
memories, then my goal is for naught…”
“Oh, so you’re still chasing after that legendary power. I
thought you would have given up on it by now…”
“I haven’t because I have seen it and it’s because of that
idiot that I cannot kill him yet.”
“Ohh… so you’re after that guy’s
secret…” Reiux smirked. “That’s the prince I know! But you know something;
maybe you ought to have his memories returned so soon…”
“What do you mean?” Vegeta didn’t get the idea behind the
other man’s logic.
“What I’m saying is he’s a clean slate; a guy you can easily
take advantage of now that he has no way of remembering what you are to him,”
Reiux encouraged. “That means you can do whatever the hell you want and not
have to deal with the repercussions later!”
The dumbfounded look on Vegeta’s face became that of a
smirk. “Go on…”
-
Speaking of the amnesiac Saiya-jin, Goku had found himself
poked and prodded one too many times that he was getting annoyed and had tried
to escape. The special doctors had to be called in to restrain him in a series
of harnesses to avoid him from fleeing their examination. Completely unable to
move and subjected to their series of tests and diagnosis, he heard so much
chattering that it made his head ache uncomfortably.
After two hours of testing, the doctors finally reached
their conclusion. Following the blood samples, urine samples, countless scans
and other various tests, they had an answer.
“Patient 16-42-08-B6-A,” the doctor started in an
authoritative voice, “we have reached a conclusion and will now contact the man
who had brought you here.”
“Uh… okay,” Goku spoke rather confused before the lead
doctor walked off.
-
“Attention, will Prince Vegeta come to the lab at once?”
“Guess that idiot’s test is done,” Vegeta rolled his eyes
before starting towards the medical bay.
“Well, remember what I said,” Reiux called to the retreating
prince with a rather devious intent. “Ensure that he doesn’t remember his
former life and he’ll play right into your hands…”
The doors slid open and Vegeta walked into the room with a
rather challenging look in his eyes. They said ‘better give me the good news or I swear you’re all going to regret
crossing me’ glare that made them uneasy.
“Well, the good news is the damage did not leave a clot in
his brain, but the bad news is his memories won’t ever return,” the doctor
explained. “We noticed that he had head trauma once before and that spot he
fell on was the same place he hit. Our orders are to execute him, but that is
up to you if you wish to carry it out.”
“Denied,” Vegeta spoke.
“Vegeta, there’s nothing else we can do and…” the doctor
stammered; attempting to reverse the prince’s haughty decision.
“I am aware of his memory loss, but you are not to kill
Kakarrot,” Vegeta replied. “If he needs to be reminded what it is to be a
warrior, then so be it. I will not coddle him, explain what needs to be
explained and be done with it. If you do anything else, I will not hesitate
destroying this planet. Have I made myself clear?”
“Y-yes Vegeta…” the doctor noticed that Vegeta went to the
door and knocked it open.
Goku’s eyes looked up at the only other Saiya-jin alive; a
silent plea that he was released from the confinements he had been trapped in
for more than two hours now without any promises of escape anytime soon.
“Kakarrot,” Vegeta broke the silence between them.
“What?” Goku blinked, not expecting the man to say anything.
“Your name is Kakarrot,” Vegeta continued. “Remember that
name or I will ensure that it is burned into your forehead.”
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