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In\'lar-Anth - Through Darkest Destiny	By : Rogue Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In�lar-anth � Through Darkest Destiny

Authors: Rogue & DarkSerapha

Email: neko_jin_rogue@yahoo.com & darkserapha@gmx.net

Archive: Yes, but ask first

Rating: Strict NC-17. You kids have been warned.

This is YAOI! Male x male intimacy (oh boy is there going to be intimacy...). To put it plain: Lots of hot monkey sex. If you don�t like it, go away and flame your own behind!

Overall warnings (appropriate warnings will be given at beginning of chapter if necessary):

A/U, OOC, lemon, lime, rape, angst, violence, NCS, cussing, gore, blood, dark, death, SM, angst, epic, fluff, sap, angst, spoilers

Warnings for this chapter:

None so far. A bit of cussing. Spoilers in outro!

Pairing: G x V, V x G

Disclaimer: We solemnly swear we are up to no good! Therefore we own neither Dragonball Z nor all the songs used in here or else the world would be a far darke... angsti... eh� better place. No money is being made with this. Damn.

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Intro

"Changes"

I'm not supposed to be scared of anything, but I don't know where I am
I wish that I d mod move but I'm exhausted and nobody understands (how I feel)
I'm trying hard to breathe now, but there's no air in my lungs
There's no one here to talk to and the pain inside is making me numb

I try to hold this under control
They can't help me 'Cause no one knows

Now I'm going through changes, changes
God, I feel so, feel so frustrated lately
When I get suffocated, save me
Now I'm going through changes, changes

I'm feeling weak and weary walking through this world alone
Everything you say, every word of it, cuts me to the bone
I've got something to say, but now I've got nowhere to turn
It feel like I've been buried underneath the weight of the world

I try to hold this under control
They can't help me 'Cause no one knows

Now I'm going through changes, changes
God, I feel so feel so frustrated lately
When I get suffocated, save me
Now I'm going through changes, changes

I'm running, shaking
Bound and breaking
I hope I make it through all these changes

Now I'm going through changes, changes
God, I feel so frustrated lately
When I get suffocated, save me
Now I'm falling apart, now I feel it

Now I'm going through changes, chnages
God, I feel so feel so frustrated lately
When I get suffocated, I hate this
But I'm going through changes, changes

(�Changes� by Three Doors Down)
In�lar-anth � Through Darkest Destiny

Chapter 1: Perilous Changes
Son Goku

Darkness.

Pain.

Very, very intense, breathtaking, bone-breaking, heart stopping pain.

I figure that means I am still alive. Damn. I wish I was not. No� I should not think that�

Why can I think at all while my body is in such an intense pain? I feel almost as if I was disconnected... as if I was floating outside.

Maybe I am dying?

No.

I can't see, I can't move, but I can feel rough hands on me trying to move my broken body.

I can hear. I hear someone speaking but I cannot understand the words... There is more than one voice... they remind me of Vegeta somehow.

Vegeta.

I told you farewell and this seems to be it. What a way to go... you won't miss me though, I am sure of that. I feel myself moving farther away and the voices fade to silence. If I die, will I see Chichi again? Will she still be mad at me? And Bulma? I have failed... failed everyone... I won't see Vegeta again... ever... somehow that thought disturbs me.

Never again.

I can't feel my body anymore. I slip into the darkness again, while the pain extinguishes everything around me.

Vegeta

I stalked through the echoing halls. What is this I keep hearing about a rogue Saiyajin? I stared straight ahead as I made my way through the complex wondering about the news I've been hearing since I woke late this morning. An unaccounted for, unknown warrior. Hmph. Probably some no account rebel who did not wish to join the army. My curiosity drew me on anyway.

It was only coincidence that had put me at this far off complex... at least� I believed so. It had been so long since I left the galaxy this time, it must have been coincidence. Only a night on the surface and I was being sent off it again.

And I had overslept on top of it all. It was so much easier to sleep on Vegeta-sei than on the ships, even after all these years, even in a sparse outpost. I still did not see what trouble one extra day would have caused to be able to go to the palace, see the king, and sleep in my own bed. But as long as I was here for these few hours between missions I might as well find out what all this talk was really about. I stepped into the medical bay and glanced around imperiously. No one would dare question my presence here but there was no one tending the tanks anyway.

Tsk. Such blatant outland disregard! I continued through until I found the subject of my quest. He was floating in a tank near the centre of the room. I studied him. It was said that he had been injured gravely but he seemed to be in very good condition, especially after a night here.

Son Goku

Silence.

Somehow I knew I was still alive but I did not feel pain. So they managed to get me to Dende before I died. Or maybe they used a senzu.

Not that I wanted to die... not really� I think.

But... it's going to be the same all over.

�Stupid Goku. What did you do? Poking around Bulma's lab. Goku no baka. Why didn't you keep your clumsy hands to yourself? Serves you right. You know better, don�t you?� They would all be concerned and they would probably pity me and behind my back they would shake their heads and sigh. Baka Goku. I wondered if Vegeta was here. Probably not. He had said he did not want to see me again.

I didn't want to wake.

The pain had ebbed down to a slight dull ache. I felt weightless... This was strange? I knew that feeling yet I just could not place it. I realized I was floating in some strange liquid and breathed through an oxygen mask. Instinctively I felt out with my senses but it was all so messed up...

I was so confused... but I felt a well known ki not far away...

It was kinda strange but still...

No.. could it really be? Him of all people? Did he care after all? Or did he come to laugh at me, the idiot who nearly managed to kill himself in a stupid accident with a stupid ningen machine. Hm. More likely to be the latter.

I extended my senses some more, but what I got makes no sense. There are other kis, unfamiliar ones... I don't recognize them. I felt awkward. Something was definitely wrong, but what I cannot fathom yet. I tried to check my body. My own ki was very low at the moment. It seemed my body needed it all to heal itself. I tried to flare it a bit just to see if I could, but I only managed an insignificant increase. I wondered what exactly had happened to me...

I remembered the lab and a huge explosion but not much more... I must have been severely injured.

Vegeta

He is strangely free of scars and battle wounds aside from the ones he hadned ned while healing in this tank but he looked strong and very muscular. He must be strong to be so fair skinned. I looked him over appreciably for a moment. No identifications signs, but surely he was from one of the higher classes. You could tell just from looking at him.

He must be quite a warrior to be in such condition. How could he be an unknown? Someone must have seen him before. I should have seen him over my time in space if he had come off the battleship, considering his assumed age.

I watched him stir slightly and walked over to pick up a scouter from a table nearby. I fit it over my left eye and flicked it on. I wanted to know how strong he was. At first the numbers rose slightly making me pause but then they dropped again. They did not seem noteworthy but he was still half under. It was strange. Those had been fairly high numbers for a moment. Now they read just above average. It was well known that Saiyajin energy levels rose after severe injuries but those readings had been far above average. They couldn�t be right.

Son Goku

There was a distant beeping that grew louder and louder and started to annoy me.

Then suddenly the oxygen-mask slipped away. I did notice fully when I tried to breath and only managed to get a mouthful of liquid. My eyes popped open in horror. I could not see anything but green and instantly started to panic as I didn't know where the hell I was and what was wrong. I coughed on the strange liquid and looked around me wild-eyed.

�I can't see a thing! What�s going on? I can't breathe! I lost that damn mask and I can't get it back! I'm going to drown!�

Panicked I hit the glass that surrounds me and it shattered into a thousand pieces...

Vegeta

I tapped the side of the scouter but the readings did not change again. I frowned at it wondering if there was something wrong with it. While I was concentrg ong on that a beeping suddenly started and I looked up to see a red light flicker to life on the tank. The occupant started to rouse even more and as he turned his head a flurry of bubbles escaped from the mask on his face and he jerked.

I watched in fascination and snorted in amusement as he suddenly panicked.

'All this fuss over him and he's going to drown in his own regen tank.' I thought wryly. Then the glass broke where he punched through it sending the top half of the reinforced material to explode over the room and healing enzyme to wash out of the hole. I jumped back and lifted into the air to keep myself from being splashed by the mess.

Fool! What the hell was he doing? Trying to drown me? He should not have been able to break the glass so easily. It was built to take pressure like that. I glanced around but there were no medics coming even though the tank was buzzing warningly. I showed my distaste as I floated forward to press the door release gauge myself and pulled back again, watching him fall out of the chamber, gasping and choking.

"That was quite a show. Do you do encores?" I mocked, smirking down at the sad excuse for a warrior... if that's what he was... I glanced back up at the tank. He really must be strong to break out of that. I was finding myself even more curious.

Son Goku

Feeling sharp glass shards implement themselves into my newly healed skin, I was sure I would die when I still could not get some air into my lungs. Suddenly I was released from my prison.

Falling forward I had no time to prevent the hard impact. I was too occupied with frantically trying to breathe, fingers clawing at my throat. Finally I succeeded and drew large gulps of sweet and oh-so-welcome air. My arms and hands and my upper torso were slightly bloody from the glass-cuts but the pain was indistinct. I had felt worse not long before.

Finally I realized that someone was talking to me but at first I could make no sense out of it. I shook my head, trying to clear my vision and to get green liquid out of my eyes without adding glass fragments to the mess. The one talking was asking me something but I still did not understand a thing. Confused I could only prop myself up on my knees and rub my eyes.

Vegeta

I landed again as the liquid drained away and looked down on him. He looked lost. Totally confused and pathetic, his wild spikes pointing in every direction and dripping with thick green liquid. He was certainly taking his time recovering.

"I quite enjoy it when others grovel at my feet but you are about to bleed on my boots. Get up." I stated dryly.

Son Goku

I focused and suddenly I understood what the voice was saying... though it felt funny somehow. It was kind of familiar... and yet very different.

Cautiously I got up on my hands and knees. That green liquid was still all over me and suddenly I remembered something... Long ago, when we were on Namek-sei, I was put in ... a kind of tank-thing to heal. It had felt exactly like this did. I frowned, confused. Whehe hhe hell did they get a... regen-tank or however that thing was called? Did Trunks build one? Why didn't they just have Dende heal me?

�Get up�, the voice said. Drowsily I shook my head again.

"What.. what's happened? Trunks? Goten?" I groaned and finally looked up. I blinked a few times and then made out a familiar face.

"GAH!" I almost lost my balance again. Vegeta? So I did feel his ki! What was he doing here? My vision was still all blurry but he looked odd somehow...

Still I subconsciously tried to straighten myself. I knew how much he hated it when I showed weakness.

Inwardly I groaned. Why did I still care what he thought? Why couldn't I make myseblivblivious to his view of the world and especially me?

Vegeta

What was that he said? It was not Saiyago. I tried to think of what language it sounded most like, it was like one of the lower, primitive dialects. I continued to look down at the man, just getting to his knees and stepped away to avoid the glass falling from him. Hmph, at least he seemed to recognize me, but then again he should. Finally a surgeon came into the room to see what the ruckus was about.

*He* did not seem to know who I was though... The surgeon came up and glared disdainfully for a moment before his eyes widened as realization struck. Foolish outland imbeciles! They should know their prince no matter how far their station was from the palace.

"Who is this miserable creature?" I demanded. He stuttered and admitted that he did not know. The Saiyajin was unaccounted for and could not seem to be placed.

Son Goku

I coughed and finally got up, realizing in the process that I was still naked. I shrugged and dismissed it as unimportant for now. Vegeta had seen me naked more times than he probably wished to and I had never been shy.

The thought was lost completely when I heard another strange voice behind. The voices were... harsh and somehow they spoke... hard and fierce. My eyes widened as I realized that they were NOT speaking any earth language. I had quite some difficulties understanding it... it almost sounded like... no...

I turned around, curious of the newcomer, and my eyes widened.

There was absolutely *no* mistaking this man for anything other than what he was: a Saiyajin. I recognized the tail and the distinct hair immediately. I had not seen another Saiyajin since Radditz but something in me would have recognized him even if the tail had not been so plainly visible. Confused I turned around to questVegeVegeta about thirangrange new Saiyajin - and froze yet again.

�Vegeta?�

He looked... different. First, he wore saiyan armour. I still remembered it well. This one was white and gold. Beneath it he wore a black spandex suit. So far I still could have believed that he merely had re-discovered his taste for those old clothes for some unknown reason. But... I had never seen the cape before. And the armour... there was a red crest on it. It looked familiar somehow and yet... I looked up into his face and stepped back.

That too was... different. There was something missing... I couldn't quite place what. He scowled at me, but his face was more soft and fair and...

This does not make sense at all! I looked around frantically, trying to find out where for kami�s sake I was and why Vegeta looked so different. I turned back to him.

"What the hell is this all about, Vegeta? Where have you brought me?" I demanded to know.

Vegeta

"What is wrong with hi..."

I was cut off by his voice when he said my name and turned to him angrily. He was speaking that language again. Who the hell did he think he was addressing me so informally?! Then he spoke again and his tone held a distinct accusing accent. My eyes narrowed. That language was vaguely familiar but he had not spoken enough for me to decipher it just yet. He stood before me not showing even the slightest respect or inclination of it. He even seemed...curious! Fucking curious!

"I am *Prince* Vegeta! Who the fuck are you to address me so?!" I growled at him and the medic stepped away, not wishing to call my sudden anger upon himself. It was easy enough to tell that he was not providing due respect even if it was in a different language...

Son Goku

"I know who you are, Vegeta! But what has that..." And then it dawned on me. They were speaking saiyago! Vegeta had taught me to speak it years ago, when we had been a bit closer and I had thought that... but never mind. Why was he speaking it now? I tried to remember as much of the lessons as I could. It had come surprisingly easy to me... I think Vegeta had been surprised too. It must have been because I had learned the language as a kid after all. Some things you never really forgot...

I still didn't get it that there was another Saiyajin. I wondered who he was and where he came from. Maybe he had brought the regen-tank? Maybe he had come to the planet when I was unconscious and... I derailed that trail of thought. It was useless. I pondered whether I should ask Vegeta. Then decided that it couldn�t hurt. I forced myself to reply in the still-alien tongue. If he wanted to play such a strange game I would play along until I knew what he was up to.

"Why are you speaking saiyago, Vegeta? And who is that?" I asked him, pointing over my shoulder at the man in the back who was busy checking somnitonitors and glancing at me and oddly fearfully at Vegeta from time to time.

Vegeta

He finally answered me in a proper language though his accent was thick and alien. I stared at his absolute stupidity. Who the hell was this and how dare he speak to me so commonly! My anger increased and I scowled at him, calling my energy to me. He looked me straight in the eyes and kept on treating me as if he were my equal!

A nobody soldier! On a par with *me*!

"You will show respect to your prince, cur!!" I snarled. I would have killed him where he stood but I wanted to know where he had come from. Why did he have such a strange accent? Why was he speaking that other language? He did not resemble the other warriors that I was used to being around.

"Are you a fool?! What language *would* I be speaking? Who are you, soldier? What right do you claim to address me so informally? Answer me quickly before I take payment in your hide!" I snapped at him in annoyed anger.

Son Goku

While I listened to Vegeta's answer - the anger in his voice both distinct, well-known and anticipated - I studied him more closely. I knew that something was strange about him but what was it? It was not so easy to describe.

His face... it was more... and hai hair... and his body was... yeah what? There was something major but I just could not put a finger on it. He looked very different - not only because of the clothes... but it was Vegeta, I had absolutely no doubt about that.

Then what he said impacted fully. What else should he speak...? Soldier? I turned my head again to look at the other saiyajin who was still busy doing whatever things he tried to do in the back of the room. I had trouble piecing it all together. I might not be the brightest, but I was never as dumb as *some* pointy-haired people believed me to be. I just found it easier to deal with the world if you didn't make such a fuss about it. Therefore it took me a while but slowly the mystery started to unravel. Which did *not* make it any better.

Clue a) I had awoken from what seemed to be a healing sleep in a strange and alien surrounding.

Clue b) Vegeta was here, but he did not seem to know me, he looked different and he spoke Saiyago.

Clue c) There was another saiyajin.

Conclusion: uhoh...

Several possibilities crossed my mind and none of them were very welcome. I figuredt sot somehow I had ended up in a different place. Either a different dimension or a different time.

Time.

Wait a second.

Suddenly something clicked in place. The machine. I had wondered why it's shape was familiar to me. Of course! It had reminded me of Mirai no Trunks time-ship �Hope�! The shape had been nearly the same! It made sense all of a sudden! Why had I not seen it before? Bulma must have worked on a time-machine! She probably never finished it and when I messed with it it malfunctioned... and brought me somewhere... the only question was...

Where am I?

And, more important...

WHEN am I?

I turned my gaze back to Vegeta who was looking as if he was about to explode right in my face. He reminded me a bit of the time when we had first met... but not exactly. I had to find out... "Where am I?" I asked, trying to sound as non-threatening as possible. Suddenly my nakedness was much more uncomfortable. I felt... unprotected...

Vegeta

He took a long time to respond and my patience quickly left me. He stared around the room seeming to have no intention of answering me at all. Then suddenly, as if he had just realized what trouble he was in he stiffened and looked almost like a frightened animal. He still did not answer my questions. I scowled.

Instead of answering the idiot I called to the surgeon who was keeping himself busy with anything that would draw him away from this altercation.

"You! What is wrong with him? He is obviously damaged beyond healing." I glanced back to the unsure, questioning expression that had settled on his features.

"Or he is just a moron."

The doctor came immediately and cast a wary glance at the patient.

"He was in very bad condition when he was brought in. Almost beyond repair. Perhaps he has had some brain trauma. It has happened before." The surgeon answered insecurely. He did not sound convinced. I glared back at the naked man before me.

Son Goku

He did not answer me but my mind was stillily ily working. When... when could this be? He did not know me... if this was really Vegeta... MY Vegeta... if I was till in my own dimension and timeline... Then this must be before we met.

That�s it! Suddenly I saw it and looked at him in a new light. That�s what seemed odd about him! He was younger! Much younger than the Vegeta I sparred with only hours ago... or... well actually I had no idea how much time has passed.

I gazed him up and down and tried to fathom how old he was, but failed miserably. He looked grown up. I knew he was younger, his face lacked certain bitter lines, though the change is subtle, but otherwise... he's very alike the Vegeta I knew. It seemed Saiyajin really don't age very visibly. I've figured that long ago since I was able to track the change or rather the lack of it on my own body, but then again I spent quite some years in the afterlife where you don't age at all. I was not sure about myself, but I guessed that my body�s age was somewhere around 28. And still I did not look very different from when I was 17 and newly wed to ChiChi.

But what was I supposed to do now? I had no idea. I wished someone was here with me. Someone who knew what to do. The thought caused a feeling of bitterness. I was alone. I had been for a long time and somehow that was the reason I had ended up here in the first place. The realisation caused pain and I hurriedly tried to concentrate on what the other saiyajin said. I was really grateful now that Vegeta taught me to recall the Saiyago I once spoke.

I heard the other talking about something - a "brain trauma"?

�I'm pretty sure I am okay, I feel good...� That explosion must have messed me up pretty bad but then again I've been through worse. It was only able to hurt me because it happened so fast and I was unable to protect myself with my ki or it would not have harmed me at all.

�But this might be my chance! Maybe I can use this as an advantage...�

If my theory was true, and somehow I was afraid that it was at least remotely so, then I would have to try and get away from here as soon as possible without causing too much trouble.

So I moaned and pressed my fists to my skull and then said "Who am I?" in the best Saiyago I could muster
I
I winced at my own poor act. Surely no one would buy that... I'm not a born liar... this will never work.

Vegeta

I blinked when he suddenly reached for his temples. I watched him for a moment with narrowed eyes and then shook my head in disgust.

�He's a moron.� I took another step back and studied him. He was a strong warrior. Strong enough to break the tempered glass of the regen-tank when only just healed. He should have been too weak after such an ordeal of healing. My brow drew even lower.

�He claimed to not know who he is?� He knew *me*. I was not satisfied.

"And how would the prince of Vegeta-sei have knowledge of a lowly soldier? You act as if I should know you. Why? How did you come to be so wounded? You remember my name. You must remember your own." I spoke gruffly showing only distaste.

Son Goku

I cast a hidden glance upwards to Vegeta's face. He seemed displeasured and suspicious. Damn... I knew it wouldn't work. I moaned some more, just to cover up my frantic thinking.

"I... Did I say something? I can't remember... my head... " Two more moans. I was really getting into it. Hah! Seemed I had hidden talents! Awards, here I come!

"My head hurts... inside... I can't remember anything... before I just woke up. Who am ho aho are you? What happened?" A bit pathetic, true, but hopefully it would work. If this was Vegeta he surely would buy the act of a moron. His counterpart had always done that marvellously.

I must play my part until I was able to find out what the hell had happened... and if the machine still existed and if there was a way for me to return.

Vegeta

I raised an eyebrow at the pathetic creature and shook my head. Something struck me as odd. No information at all.

He was worthless.

I pushed the oddity away. He still didn't answer but it was obvious that he was at the very least confused beyond reason or brain-damaged. Why should I waste my displeasure on damaged goods? I looked away from his disgusting display.

What a weak excuse for a warrior. But still... I spoke to the medic.

"I want to know his power level. Whether he is an idiot or not, he seems strong. And have your equipment functioning properly! It is no death for a warrior to drown in a regen-tank!" With that said I dismissed the whole meeting and walked away, the malfunctioning scouter still in my hand. I tossed it to shatter on the ground as I strode out of the hospice not even giving them another glance.

Son Goku

Vegeta simply sneered, turned to order the other saiyajin something and then left the room looking disgusted. I tilted my head. Now what was that about? Did he buy my act? It seemed so.

Yay! Kami must exist in this time too!

I turned to face the other Saiyajin who had stepped up to me after Vegeta left.

"I must examine you." He said and held up a large needle.

AAAARHGH!

A little while later we had settled our *small* dispute and he had seen the error of his ways. Meaning: I had tried not to use my strength, since it would be not a good idea to give away who and, more worrying, WHAT I am, but I simply created a ki-shield that made my skin impenetrable. If I would have had the time this would have protected me from the explosion too.

After the third broken needle the saiyajin, who seemed to be some kind of doctor, gave up and tried other ways of examination. He also tried to measure my power-level with a scouter. I had seen those before and I had a strong feeling that wherever I was, I ain't gonna like it.

When I figured out what he wanted to do I was able to suppress my ki sufficiently. Though it was a close one since I had no idea just how low the normal ki of people around here were. I suppressed it as low as possible but his eyebrow still rose in surprise. I cursed silently.

When he was done I finally spoke, trying to uphold the image of amnesia.

"I... I don't know who I am... could you please tell me what has happened and where I am now?" He was annoyed with me and harshly explained to me that they found me outside in the wilderness. I was rescued by a troop of warriors who were on survival training.

"Um... and where exactly is here?" I dared ask. He looked at me oddly.

"Why, your home planet, baka. Vegeta-sei."

Not good.

I learned that I wason Vegeta-sei, in a base a little outside the main inhabitation area where the troops were trained. Whenever he asked me about who I am I just shook my head and pretended not to recall anything. He told me tI waI was badly wounded when they found me. He shook his head, seemingly unsure of what to do with me. Then he pointed me to some sort of shower room and told me to clean myself up. Afterwards I got tossed a bundle of clothes, the same armour everyone wore around here. I�ve worn those before and know their advantages but I still would have preferred my usual gi.

He said that since I was here I would most probably join the troops in their daily training until some sort of decision was made concerning me. He also told me that he was not sure whether I should be glad or fearful because the mighty prince Vegeta had chosen this exact moment to honour this place with his presence. I almost could not suppress a quiet chuckle as I heard his admiring and pompous words about Vegeta.

Vegeta

I strode through the complex toward the chambers I had taken for my short stay on the planet since I had not had enough time here to take my leave at the palace. Just a rest stop before rejoining the battleship. I sighed emotionlessly.

I would have liked to have seen my father. It had been... I had to think about it for a moment. It had been almost two years since I had been back on Vegeta-sei. I shook the thoughts away. It was not important. I had my duties to fulfil and I did them better than anyone else. It was good to look up at the reddish purple sky again rather than the cold black void of space. I took a deep breath as I passed an open window. The warm arid breeze blowing in and caught up my cape, making it billow behind me.

It was good to be back even if it *was* just an outland desert station. I continued on toward my rooms. I supposed I should take a rest before I was called up to the ship. I had spent too long in a cruiser, breathing the artificial air. It was amazing what the difference was. I thought back to the strange warrior. He was a puzzle. I would like to have a chance to figure out more about him before I left. But I probably would not have the time.

Son Goku

While I was dressing I figured that since Vegeta seemed to be the highest authority around at the moment, he would probably be the one to decide my fate. Shimata. Just great! He always had had an infamous timing.

My head was still all dizzy and spinning from too much information overload and the many things that had happened in a way too short time. But I knew that this was not good. I should try and get away from here as soon as possible. There must be a way back... maybe Namek-sei? If I could get there...

As I tried to pull up my pants I found that something was stuck in the way. I yanked a bit and suddenly pain exploded down my backside. I shrieked and jumped about five foot into the air. Rubbing my backside thoroughly I suddenly discovered the source of the pain. Somehow through all this my tail had re-grown too. It waved around happily.

I must have made a funny picture staring at my own tail, because the guard that had been assigned to deal with me roared with laughter.

Without further ado I was pushed out of the medical wing, through large indifferent corridors and towards wherever I was supposed to go in this strange place. I was still dazzled by the recent discovery.

My tail seemed to enjoy it�s freedom, poking through a hole in the tight spandex suit that seemed to be designed for it. I cast glances at it while I was following the saiyajin guard whom I had not seen before. Therefore I did not really notice very much on my way until we arrived at our destination. My guard entered having motioned me to wait outside until I was called... I remembered the medic thinking that Vegeta would want to decide what was going to happen with me himself. I suddenly flinched. How would I stand lying to him all the time? Would I be able to suppress my power enough? It was very hard for me to keep it down to a level that low and I kept loosing my grip. Not to mention that I still saw the man I knew in this man who did not know me.

Vegeta

I lounged in my rooms thinking over the last purging mission I had been on.

It had been farther away than I had been in quite a while. It had taken a long time to reach it and get back and I had not the the company of *any* Saiyajin this time. I had not enjoyed it at all.

I did not really feel like resting but I had to await Frieza's orders. A shudder ran up my spine. I hated that freak and it only seemed to get worse as I grew older. I couldn't fathom how my father could stand to keep a treaty with him. Soldiers for hire. Not a worthy role for such a strong race of warriors. I decided to go out among the soldiers. At the least I would be able to find a good fight. Just for a short while. Surely I had time for that.

I just started to get up when a guard at my door announced my visitor.

Son Goku

I was ordered to enter the room and so I did, looking at the floor, avoiding Vegeta on purpose, shuffling my feet and shifting uncomfortably in my new clothes. I just couldn't get used to the armour. Unluckily they wouldn�t let me wear anything else.

My tail was swishing behind me showing my nervousness. I really had to learn how to control it again. I remembered having a tail but it had been a long time ago... a very long time. I remembered how much pain it meant if someone grabbed your tail and that they were dangerous. Ah yes... the transformation. I would have to look out for the full moon now. Damn, why did it have to re-grow... but then again, it felt nice...

I realized that I had missed it and that I felt... o com complete now. I flicked it, once, twice, just to see if I could. As I felt it responding I almost smiled. Then I heard Vegeta's gruff voice and was harshllledlled from my daydreams.

Vegeta

Hmmm.

It was the retard...and he showed much better respect now than before. Perhaps he was not as stupid as I thought. This worked out well.

I wouldn't be bored and I probably wouldn't even expend that much energy. I studied him again. He wore his armour well, I noticed, stepping up to him. He was quite a specimen. His muscles were outlined by the snug fitting material and his tail lashed nervously behind him.

There was something intriguing about him. I let a smirk rise on my lips but then I looked up at him and it turned calculating.

�He is too tall.�

I dismissed the guard and continued just to study him for a moment.

'He holds himself well...he is definitely a fighter...How skilled he is still remains to be seen.' I suddenly remember something.

"What was that language you were speaking before?"

Son Goku

Having not a single idea what was expected of me I resolved to simply keep my eyes on the floor and wait for whatever Vegeta would deal on me. What a strange situation! Never would I have thought that it would ever be this way, that I would wait for Vegeta to decide what was going to happen with me. It almost made me laugh, but I restrained myself. This was no laughing matter. This situation was deadly serious and I did good not to forget that this was not the man who had fought against me and at my side for so many years. He was an authority around here and as much as it repelled me, I should try to take that into account. He was the only thing in this world that I knew at least remotely. Maybe he was my only chance out of this place. I tried to stand straight and not let my shoulders slump. I knew that Vegeta hated nothing more than slacking.

Damn. I was doing it again! Caring about what he thought of me... but then again, this Vegeta was another matter... I wondered how differhe whe was from the Vegeta I knew. I could bet that there was as little change in the attitude as in the appearance. But then again... he had changed quite a bit since our first meeting... I had not liked him very much then. So I probably had to assume the worst here.

I more felt then saw him step up to me and, as he eyed me from near, I felt my heartbeat quicken.

How could this happen? This still seemed like a crazy dream! What was I supposed to do? How would I ever get back without messing the time-line up?

Subconsciously I registered that this Vegeta was taller than I would have expected from my memory.

Wait a sec...

What the hell am I thinking?

Oh... he spoke to me. He asked me about what I said earlier... I cursed myself for my carelessness though I knew that I could not have prevented it. Finally I answered, trying not to stutter.

"I am sorry. I don't recall what I said then. I was still very confused from the regen-tank." Too late I remembered that I probably was supposed to add something like "Your highness" or "My prince". Then I growled inwardly. Vegeta had never been able to make me say things like that to him. Why should I start with it now? I did remember him... way back then, he had been so full of aanceance and cruelty... pretty much a insufferable little prick. But somehow this did not fit the person standing in front of me. I wondered if my memory was betraying me...

Vegeta

He seemed nervous. As he should. He faced his prince, his future sovereign. Of course he would be nervous. I waited for his answer. My smirk turned into a grimace again and I raised my eyebrow at the lack of formality that he used in answering. I was used to being addressed so, of course. But *never* from a fellow Saiyajin. The Saiyajin knew their prince even if no other alien race did. I would not accept less from him just because he was a fool.

"You obviously still are confused. Do you realize who I am?" I asked him in a dangerous tone.

Son Goku

I just *knew* that I would give something away if I looked at him right now... But I refused to stare at the floor like some brain dead idiot - which he probably thought I was - all the time. So I raised my head and looked him in the eye as steadily as possible. I swore I would never get used to treating him like he was some sort of superior. Equal, no problem. He had always accused me of trying to better him. That was wrong. But neither would I t him him as anything better just because he had been born with a stupid title.

Over the years I had grown to respect him for what he was and what he did and the changes he made. For his strength and his pride... but call it stubbornness, I had always refused to play his little I-high-mighty-prince-you-low-filthy-peasant-game. I tried to breathe evenly.

�Remember, your only chance��

"I... I have been told that you are Vegeta, the Saiyajin no Ouji."

Vegeta

I glared at him. So...that implies that he didn't know who I was when he came from the tank but he had called me by my name. It didn't make sense...perhaps he needed to be taught his respect. I was very willing to teach him. I saw a light blush rise in his cheeks as he looked me in the eye and my eyes narrowed to meet his steady gaze. I was not used to seeing such defiance from another Saiyajin but that meant little. I would not be challenged by an unknown unmarked renegade.

�You will address me with respect!!" I ordered him, waiting to see how he would react. I stared at him haughtily and challengingly. He would know his place whether I had to show him it or not.

Son Goku

There! Just as I had suspected! Exactly the arrogant voice I was so used to. The voice that would throw insults at me and those eyes that would look at me full of hate and disgust... I could see it so well. It didn't matter that there was not hate but only slight annoyance and maybe a slight bit of disgust in those black eyes. At that moment I only saw the man who had been a pain in my back for more than a decade for various reasons.

I really started to get angry. I had been wounded badly, thrown into a world of confusion and all Vegeta could do was bellow at me in his usual I'm-SO-almighty-attitude. I subconsciously started to growl.

"Respect is something granted and earned, not demanded and threatened for!" Instantly, as I noticed his eyes flaring dangerously I knew that this might be a grave mistake but all the pent up anger just would not stay down anymore...

Vegeta

*That* I had not been prepared for. It grated on me.

How dare he? I was the prince! How dare he state such disregard so openly! My anger flared up and with it came my ki.

"I need not *earn* anyone's respect. It is due to me." I snarled. "You deem yourself worthy to question that?!" My smirk fell back into place and I felt a strong tingle down my spine at the challenge he was placing so brightly before me. I could almost say that it was refreshing if it hadn't pissed me off so much.

"If you insist, I am perfectly willing teach you that respect." I itched for a good fight. I wanted to see what he was capable of anyway. If that entailed sending him right back to the regen-tank then that was fine with me.

"I'll put you right back into that tank and you can spend another day regaining what is left of your brain and I won't be there to keep you from drowning this time, renegade."

Son Goku

Clenching my teeth I balled my hands to fists behind my back. He was always doing this to me. He was the only one who enraged me like this. How the hell did he always manage to worm his way under my skiven ven now, when he didn�t even know me? What was I supposed to say now? I should keep quit and take whatever he dealt on mut..ut... I... just could not!

"So what have you done to earn my respect anyway?" I asked through gritted teeth then cut off what else I had been about to say. His threat would have made me laugh any other time. Oh shit... I knew where this was leading, and fast. I was damaging his pride and purposefully so. So what now? Either I allowed him to beat me up real bad or I was forced to show some of my true strength. The question was... was I able to just act like my usual self, all carefree and happy, and simply take whatever he threw at me? It seemed not. It was just too much. It had pent up all these years and I couldn't take it anymore. I stared him in the eye, not willing to back down this time, but trying to deflate the potentially hazardous situation.

"I thought I was brought here to be told what my future assignment shall be." I stated as calmly as pole. le.

Vegeta

My smirk grew wider but more forced.

"I have no need to prove myself to a classless reject! Much less a brain damaged fool! I need do nothing of the sort! I could merely have you imprisoned and tortured until your gut's rot away from the inside!! I am the prince of all Saiyajin!!" I cut off when I heard his last words. I frowned but then my smirk fell back into place. I shook my head at his audacity. Is that truly what he was doing? Was he trying to draw me out? Make me react? Or was he trying to prove himself? Gain favour by showing his courage and recklessness. I studied him anew. There was more to him than I had estimated. My defences came back to me and I viewed him from behind them. I normally did not need to be on the defence from my own race but... He had no ranking and no name. He might be searching for security. Is that what he wanted?

"You play a dangerous game, rogue."

Son Goku

That was SO like him... the arrogance, the threats... though he still was different... Even more hot tempered, more arrogant, but not as fierce and proud... That last thought stirred something inside me. Could it be that he really was a bit different from the Vegeta I knew? If so, what happened to change him? It occurred to me that he lacked the bitterness deeply edged into his being. My eyes narrowed as I studied him without trying to hide it. Yes. That scowl... it was there but it was not the same...

If I assumed right then this was way before we would ever meet on Chikiyuu-sei... I had to get out of here and fast...

I wondered if he would remember me. But no he had not... or had he...? I grew confused. Meddling with time could make your head ache. Would he know me when we first met? Because he met me beforehand? But that would mean he would have acted difftly,tly, wouldn't he? Unless... something happened that made him forget this little episode. I wondered what it could be. But if I didn't get out of here fast I knew that something was boundhapphappen that I would really really regret...

�Playing is for children, ouji..." I nearly choked on the title, "I don't wish to play games with you. I just want to get over with this..."

Vegeta

The other now looked at me with something...different. He said playing is for children. I leant my head to the side thoughtfully. Really...is it... Hn.

"What makes you think that I will have anything to do with your assignment and placing? Why should I care what happens to the likes of you? It is only coincidence that I am even here right now. It is up to the officer in charge of this station to deal with its problems." I stated haughtily.

"There are only certain things that interest me." I again looked him up and down, stepping back to size him up. His pale smooth features did not carry the hardness of battle but he held himself with an assurance that one can only gain from knowing your own strength and having tested it. He was too fair but he was saiyajin and older than I was. Something just seemed so out of place.

"Fine then. You may speak candidly. Who are you? How did you come here? Are you a fighter?"

Son Goku

Huh? I blinked, astounded. That was strange... the Vegeta I knew would never have allowed me to distract him so easily. Plus he would never have listened to me, partly because he believed that all I could say was just brainless blubbering. I sighed. What should I tell him now? How could I appear honest and yet give away as little as possible...?

"I... frankly I don't know how I came here... my head... it's all dizzy... some things are coming back, but not too much..."

"What is your name." He asked me and there wa dou doubt that he would not let me off this time until he got an answer.

"I... I don't know." I ed ted to wriggle myself out of it but he just glared at me. I tried to think of a name but my brain seemed to be thoroughly blank. I thought about giving him my saiyan name because it would have sounded better, but there were bound to be records on Bardock�s son here... "I think... probably... there's something... My name might be... Goku. Son Goku. And... I don't know for sure but I am pretty positive that I am a warrior..." I try too make a convincing show of thinking hard and knitting my brows.

"But besides that... there's just lots of gaps and grey inside here..." I tip a finger against my temple and shake my head trying to look helpless

Vegeta

Son Goku? I let the name sound itself out in my mind. It was not familiar. It sounded alien.

"That is not a Saiyajin name." I respond flatly. Very few Saiyajin had more than one name. No warrior's name. He seemed to expend a major amount of energy just to give what he did.

"Is that all?" He was quickly becoming boring and yet there was still something about him... I tried to decide what it was but I couldn't quite grasp it. It seemed just out of my reach. I felt my anger dampening a bit though my annoyance was still fresh. I let my expression loosen a bit. If he did not want to be left to this station�s care then that was too bad. He was gaining no sympathy from me no matter how strange or interesting he might be. I still wanted that fight though.

"I would want to test your fighting skills."

Son Goku

Growling lowly I tried to think of something to get out of this unpleasant situation when suddenly I noticed an annoying beeping noise that shrilled in my sensitive ears.

"Urgh... what the hell is that?" I exclaimed, a painful expression on my face.

Vegeta

I took a few steps toward the door but the sudden sound of a beeping at the computer console in my room stopped me and the vid-screen flared to life along with an all too familiar face. I grimaced. Frieza...

Damn it! Right when I was... I scowled and then cast another flatly un-thrilled look at Son Goku. "Or not..." I said, ignoring him.

"I have business to attend to. You are free to go." I ordered him out, a sour expression taking over my face. I dismissed all other thoughts and hardened myself to deal with the Ice-jin. I had hoped for a little more time.

Son Goku

What the hell was that infernal sound... I nearly didn�t hear it when he dismissed me. Then I spotted the source of the noise. It was a blinking screen in a corner of the large room. Vegeta stepped over to it and when he approached it flickered to life and my breath stopped as I recognized the monstrosity it showed.

I would recognize him anywhere.

I was frozen to the spot as memories hit me.

How we fought. That long, long fight... How he killed Vegeta� Kuririn... how the planet was blown to bits...

Frieza.

Now I knew where and approximately when I was. This was soemwhen in the time when Vegeta was still serving Frieza.

That... that atrocity was still alive. I have fought many a foe after him... but he will always have a *special* place in my memories. In a way he was the most frightening of them all. Not even Buu freaked me out like he did.

I eyed Vegeta who was standing with his back to me, clearly concentrating on the screen. He had dismissed me and I was probably supposed to go. Hah! As if I ever listened to him. My gaze wandered between the two of them, both cold-blooded murderers and yet one the others victim. I had a strange feeling... There was more to it than I understood yet. I felt very reluctant all of a sudden. I did not want to leave the room - I wanted to know what would happen next.

Vegeta

I may not like it but I had a duty to fulfil. It not not help any that my own father thrust it upon me. I turned away toward the screen but the soldier did not move to leave. I stiffened and glared at him.

"You are dismissed! Leave! You forget yourself!" I glared at him.

Son Goku

I knew he would not listen to me and yet this dreadful feeling got stronger and stronger. I remembered that the planet would be destroyed by Frieza somewhere in the future. It had not mattered much to me back when Vegeta had said it, his dying words... My feelings then had been very focused on other things. I had been furious that Frieza killed him when he was incapable of defending himself and... sad, somehow, not for the planet but for the man lying on the grass in front of me. Strange... I remembered that day like it had been yesterday... and yet, from this point in time, it was the future. That man affronting me would beg me to avenge the very planet I stood upon. Would want me to avenge the people I had never known.

The people I never had had a chance to know.

But now... now I probably had. I had no knowledge of Vegeta�s time aboard Frieza�s ship. But... I had an even darker foreboding.

"You should not deal with him. He is without honour." I said, though again I knew that I should have kept my thoughts for me.

Vegeta

I froze when he spoke. His words sent a shiver down my spine. What was that? I eyed him suspiciously. So... He remembered me when he first awoke but he claimed not to. Now he knew Frieza. Who was he? Why was he hiding things? What was he hiding from, I wondered. He said nothing that I did not already know but I had a duty... I am true to my duties! And if anyone heard... I refused to deal with the consequences of his loose tongue. I drew up and stared at him coldly. Normally I would have merely done away with wherwhere he stood but he was a Saiyajin and he knew that snake just as I did, as every Saiyajin did. I would give him this one last chance.

"Your faulty memory seems to be betraying you. Or perhaps you know more than you should. Be gone before I have you punished!"

Son Goku

Shuffling my feet I sighed deeply. What had I gotten myself into? I should have kept my mouth shut, used the chance to get the hell out of here and try to find a way back to my time. Idly I wondered if someone there was missing me? Probably not. Maybe they hadn't even noticed my absence yet. But somehow I could not turn my back on Vegeta. I had never been able to. I had always felt responsible for him one way or another. Odd. That thought was still in my head. What happened to change him... was he always like the Vegeta I knew? There was something about him here... he did not have this terrible iron restraint... that pent up hate... that air of despair. My curiosity was peeked. I looked at the white and lilac creature on the screen who seemed to be furious by now.

"He looks angry. You should speak to him." I always knew how to infuriate Vegeta...

Vegeta

If the Ice-jin was angry...I was growing angry as well. My ki spiked and I stepped up to face the cocky imbecile.

"Do not push me, Son Goku! I am not someone you want as an enemy. Get out of my quarters. Now!" He made no move to comply and my fury erupted in a blaze of blue ki. I could not afford this distraction. You did not keep the Ice-jin waiting when he demanded attention. I dropped down and punched him hard in the gut. A swift blow that would have knocked any other Saiyan right off his feet. But this man merely stumbled backwards. I didn't take the time to think on it. I had *much* more pressing things to attend to, namely that little freak. I pressed the locking mechanism on the door and it slid shut soundlessly.

Son Goku

I must admit, I didn't see it coming. I was too distracted with all the strange and new thoughts in my head. His gaze grew slightly desperate and suddenly he punched me hard. I did barely feel it but it was enough to throw me off my balance. Before I had the time to blink twice I was outside and the door shut right in my face.

He'd done it again.

He always assumed that I was either too dumb or too slow-witted or too... whatever. He would never admit that I was able to understand anything. And this odd feeling in my stomach told me that something was wrong. I had always been able to sense danger, and my inner alarms were on the constant warpath at this very moment. I looked all around me. No one was in sight. Grimly I suppressed my ki even lower, then moved two fingers to my fore-head. Effortlessly I blinked out of existence.

Reappearing on the other side of the door I quickly sidestepped behind a large column. Luckily Vegeta had his back turned towards me as he was adjusting the screen, then he seemed to draw a deep breath and hit a single key.

Vegeta

I swiftly approached the vid-screen and made the connection, wiping away all emotion from my face.

"Forgiveness, Lord Frieza. There was a disturbance. I was delayed. It has been handled." I grit my teeth as I excused myself. The prince of Saiyajin, lowering himself to such depths for a mere few moments wait when thatke ske should have had to wait on *me*. I kept my thoughts from showing though. I knew the roles by It It was hard to forget.

"Yes, Lord Frieza. Everything is under control." I answered his falsely kind entreaties.

Son Goku

It was hard to suppress a low growl as I saw him sweet talk that bastard.

I just wondered what was on the Ice-jin�s mind. I wish I had bugged Vegeta into telling me more about his past... though I strongly doubted that I could have gotten him to give something away even if I would have used a crowbar to pry it loose.

Shimata... when would the monster destroy the planet? I could not be sure. What was I supposed to do if I still was on this planet when it happened? True, Friezas power would probably not so much as scratch me but even I could not survive in the icy airless depths of space all on my own. I had to get away from here before it happened. I wondered if I could teleport myself to Namek-sei... but I knew none of the ki-signatures there in this time. I didn't even know where exactly I was.

Vegeta

I listened at attention to his orders. It seemed that I was being assigned to another purging. One not so far from here this time. I nodded when he gave me the numbers of my assigned team-mates as well. By the numbers I could tell that there were to be no Saiyajins with me again.

"Yes, Lord Frieza." He proceeded to give me the destination coordinates and purging information as well. I was not going to have much time at all.

Son Goku

I listened half heartedly while Vegeta received his orders from Frieza.

But I perked up when he was being summoned back to Frieza�s main-warship. That odd feeling of foreboding came back ten-fold. I shook my head. This was not the time. As much as I wanted to get away from him, for several reasons, he probably was my only chance to get away from the planet. If he would go I must somehow accompany him. He finished the call and the screen went dark. For a short moment I could see his shoulder slump down in a very uncharacteristic way. He remained in the corner, hands propped upon the keyboard. His head hung low. I tilted my head and, narrowing my eyes, studied him closely. For a moment I could feel something odd stir inside me... but then he suddenly whirled around, his gaze fixed on the very column I hid behind.

Vegeta

Finally he finished with me and ended his transmission with a warning against keeping him wng ang and an admonishment for not handling my affairs as efficiently as needed. I kept my face impassive and accepted the criticism as dispassionately as I could but inside I snarled angrily.

�Not handling my affairs efficiently!! That idiot! It was his fault!� Now this would stand out in that Ice-jin's memory and he would take even more notice of me. Damn him! I stood there staring at the blank screen and let out a growling breath in defeat. But then my battle trained senses suddenly caught the faintest sound and I spun, glaring into the dimly lit room. I growled and called my energy to me.

"Do not think I don't know you are there. I can hear you plainly!" I tasted the air, my eyes narrowing.

"I can smell you as well." My fists clenched.

Son Goku

It was no use. He knew I was here. I had been too careless. Stepping away from the column I showed myself.

Vegeta

I flicked my eyes toward the door and then back to him. It was locked.

"How the hell did you get in here?!" I snapped.

"If I could hear you you should count yourself lucky that Frieza did not." I compressed my energy around me. I should kill him where he was. He was proving to be nothing but trouble to me. What did he want? I glared at him warily.

Son Goku

I would not back away. I would not give in. I dare not. He was the only thing familiar in this alien place. I looked straight at him without any fear. I must not show weakness... But how should I convince him to take me with him? I tortured my brain to find a solution.

"I want to know what I am to do now. The medic told me earlier that I would probably be assigned to the army. Does that mean I have to serve Frieza, too?" I asked, deciding to approach with caution.

Vegeta

I glared. Not giving in the slightest.

"That does not explain what you are doing here when I just threw you out. I have already told you that you are not worth my meddling in this station�s affairs. Either you are much more or much less than you say. It makes no difference to me but I will kill you if you insist on making me do it, kinsman or not." I snarled at him icily, readying to attack ifmademade the slightest wrong move.

Son Goku

It still freaked me out that he did not know me. He was so like the man I had known and had occasionally called enemy, ally, rival and friend for such a long time: I decided to go for the simple route. Vegeta's strongest trait had always been his stubbornness. I simply would take a leaf out of the master�s book.

"If you go to Frieza's ship, I want to accompany you." I stated simply.

Vegeta

I couldn't believe my ears. What the hell was wrong with this imbecile? I was at a loss for words for a few seconds. I did my best to gather myughtughts.

"What?! I am sure I did not understand that. Did you just ask to accompany me to the battle ship? What kind of fool could you be to request eep eep your prince's company? What makes you think that I would even entertain such an idiotic notion? You can get there on your own if you prove yourself." I unavoidably began to relax slightly in the face of his ridiculous entreaty.

"You still have not answered my questions. You show up out of the wilds. You call me by my name. You seem to know of Frieza and his..." I paused and rephrased what I had been about to say. "...lesser qualities. And yet you claim not tow anw anything else. Why should I trust a word that comes out of your mouth?"

Son Goku

I had to get on that ship! Not only would it get me off-planet but... I also had the strange feeling that I did not want to leave Vegeta. I was almost afraid to analyse that feeling.

I had said farewell to him. I had not wanted to ever see him again. And now I did not want to leave him?

Why?

"I have... my reasons for my request. I just assure you that I don't like Frieza anymore than you do. He just... feels wrong..." It was hard to find words to describe the Ice-jin. And yes, I felt that something was wrong. Why did I feel shivers run up and down my spine whenever thinking of the lizard? He was unnatural. No other enemy had ever caused me such a feeling. I had never hated anyone like I hated Frieza. I wondered wCellCell and Boo had been much more murderous, more violent, more cruel... but somehow it was Frieza who still haunted the rare nightmares I had. Only one other enemy, Vegeta excluded, had ever affected me so deeply and *he* was an entirely other matter. Something was wrong with that Ice-jin. I would catch two flies in getting off the planet and finding out what it was.

Vegeta

I seethed and gathered my energy once again. I was not going to let this moron try to order me around.

"A feeling?! A fucking feelin I d I don't need you to state the obvious!! I am not a fool!! I know exactly what he feels like!!"

Son Goku

Recalling the images from Namek-sei on that day long ago I turned dark eyes on rag raging prince. He gave me his usual glare and his anger was plainly visible as a faint blue aura around him.

"You claim to know what he feels like, Vegeta? Are you sure...? Do you know what it feels like when he takes everything from you that you hold dear? Do you know what it feels like to die at his hands...?� I lowered my voice so that it was nearly inale ale as I could not hinder myself to add another sentence.

"I don't think you know yet and I'd give much to make sure that you won't ever know."

Vegeta

"You give me one good reason not to kill you where you stand!!!" I was now powered up to half my ability which anyone woulde bee been able to see was very serious. I...

He spoke with quiet conviction. Something in his face made me pause. I still did not release my energy but I held back from lashing out at him.

Son Goku

I knew I had him when I felt him stop and reconsider. I had not meant to bare so much to him - I had no idea how much the timeline would take before it was altered beyond repair - but I had to do something.

"I know this, prince. I know what I'm speaking of." I didn't even think of my amnesia-excuse anymore.

"I want to go to that ship and the only chance to do so soon is to go wyou.you. Let me come with you. I will try not to cause trouble anymore."

Vegeta

He offered up his life just like that. No hesitation at all. Why? What was it that he wanted so much?

"You do remember. You are just too much of a coward to explain. You are hiding from something. What do you know?" I stepped back from him. He gave me th
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