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Countdown to Extinction	By : CrimsonTide Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2148 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Count Down to Extinction

Pairings - None so far

Warnings - None for this chapter

CHAPTER 3

After Goku’s introduction the crowd’s excitement couldn’t be contained. They’d grown rowdy, restless, and the noise was so loud the remaining Saiyajin’s introductions had been drowned out in all the chaos. Bids were already being placed and organizers were scrambling to keep order, but their efforts were for not.

“Take them away!”

Goku just barely heard the shouted order over the roar of the crowd, though he couldn’t distinguish whom it had come from before he and the other Saiyajin were hastily ushered into a separate chamber off the main arena. When the heavy doors shut behind them Goku sighed in relief. All the noise had been giving him a splitting headache, and though he could still hear muffled voices shouting from the arena, the decibel level had diminished to a more tolerable degree.

“Haven’t seen an uproar like that in a long while.”

The Earth-raised Saiyajin turned his head to Brox. The taller man was grinning at him and seemed amused by the whole fiasco, but Goku detected a colder glint in his eye that suggested otherwise. He opened his mouth to question him, but his attention was drawn to a smaller door across the room as it swung open and hit the wall behind it with an echoing bang. Several people walked in single file, and each wore elaborate garments that suggested they were extremely wealthy. Some appeared humanoid while others were anything but. Goku found his eye drawn to one being in particular. He or she, it was impossible to tell, seemed to be made up entirely of slime. Purplish green ooze made up a constantly shifting figure covered only by a large cape that billowed out behind it. It’s face was blank save for two indentions that may have suggested eyes, and two nubs along its sides swayed back and forth as the mass of jiggling slime traversed behind the others.

Goku found himself wrinkling up his nose at the sight, and he averted his eyes as the group neared. It was then he noticed the constant and steady buzz of his restraints had grown louder. Black orbs dropped to his wrists to investigate that anomaly when in a burst of light the glowing cuffs formed a chain that traveled down and locked itself to a hook imbedded into the floor between his feet. Goku grunted when the chain tightened and pulled his arms straight down in front of him, giving him no range of movement at all as long as he was standing.

He turned wide eyes to his left, then the right, noting that the other Saiyajin had also been restrained in an identical fashion.

“What’s happening?” he asked Brox. The other Saiyajin’s face had hardened and his lip twisted down into a scowl. He didn’t acknowledge Goku or offer any sort of explanation. Obviously the man had reverted back to his anti-social ways.

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen.”

Goku’s head swiveled in the direction of the familiar voice until his eyes rested on its source. The Ice-jin---who was obviously the ringleader of this game--- stood before the line of Saiyajin with his arms spread wide in greeting to his guests. The richly decorated bunch inclined their heads in return, though most were hardly paying attention to their host. Instead their eyes wandered over the warriors restrained behind him; gazes full of interest and intrigue. Goku felt himself bristle under the attention. He felt like an animal being appraised for its performance capabilities---like a prized stallion being judged before a big race. It was demeaning.

“As this competition’s most heavily invested bidders, you have all been given the special privilege of personally inspecting our most highly ranked players. You will have thirty minutes to do so.” The Ice-jin smiled and stepped aside so the group of elites could approach, though he lifted a single finger in warning. “Though I do recommend using caution. Saiyajin are a dangerous breed, as you already know, and mere chains and shackles do not render them completely harmless.”

Goku had the satisfaction of catching the brief flash of alarm that registered on some of the well-kept faces before him, but the warning was not enough to prevent the group of wealthy aliens from approaching the restrained pawns in their morbid game.

The first to examine him closely was a young willowy humanoid woman with lavender colored skin. Her thick white hair fell well past her waist and her silver eyes sparkled with intelligence. She stood a good head taller than Goku, though the long maroon dress she wore spilled on the floor around her feet, making it impossible to determine if she wore heeled shoes or if her height was all her own.

Her soft and delicate appearance put Goku off guard, and he found himself relaxing his stance as he met her unwavering gaze. The woman smiled. It wasn’t a kind smile. It was a smile you’d imagine a cat would wear had they caught that singing canary they’d been stalking for months. In the back of Goku’s mind he registered he should have been alarmed, but he found himself unable to care as soft lavender hands rose and cool palms pressed themselves against his heated cheeks. The woman crooned as if praising her pet for being good and her fingers danced along the angles of his face before drifting down his neck, across his shoulders, and finally down his chest. It was then her smile shifted into an annoyed frown.

“Guards!”

Goku jumped as a surprisingly raspy and deep voice left lush lips, and he blinked for the first time since meeting the woman’s gaze. How could such an unpleasant sound originate from such a lovely creature?

“I can’t see the merchandise under these hideously bulky rags!”

This time the alien’s screeching voice made Goku wince, and he stepped back as far as his restraints would allow in an attempt to put some distance between himself and that noise. His movement caught the woman’s attention, and she turned away from the baffled guard. Her expression was less than pleased.

“My trance was broken!”

The Earth-raised Saiyajin’s brows rose at that, and he blinked in astonishment. No wonder he’d been so unconcerned about the way she’d been pawing at him! She had the power to hypnotize people with her swirling silver eyes!

“Look at me!”

Goku resisted when his jaw was seized in a surprisingly strong grip, and he snapped his eyes shut just as she turned his head back toward her. An angry hiss brought goose bumps to the surface of his flesh, and when sharp talon-like nails began to dig into his flesh, Goku instinctually wrenched his head free and bit into the hand that hurt him.

The resulting shriek wrought pained groans from all around the room. That horrible voice was like nails on a chalkboard.

“Wretched, filthy creature! I will see you dead for this!”

The voice seemed to be drifting away, and Goku chanced poking one eye open just as the alien woman was led out the door by one of the guards. She cradled her bleeding hand to her chest and continued to screech over her wound even after she’d gone from the room.

Opening his other eye, Goku glanced around at the others. Some faces were shocked and frightened as they gazed at him, while others regarded him with more intrigue and appreciation than before.

One man in particular looked rather smug as he marched up to Goku sporting an amused grin. His yellow eyes had cat-like pupils, though the rest of his visage resembled that of a ram. Large curled horns protruded from his forehead and fine short hair covered his skin. He had a snout with two slitted nostrils that flared with each exhaled breath, and his hands and feet lacked fingers. Instead they tapered into three cloved hooves, though they seemed flexible as if they were capable of gripping and holding items. The man’s garb reminded Goku of an army captain’s formal dress attire.

Flat white teeth shone from behind grinning lips as those yellow eyes roamed the Saiyajin’s person, and when he gave a short laugh, the noise sounded more like the yodel of a billy goat than a man.

“Boy, you have earned my sponsorship! I’ve always hated that woman. Her screech is far too loud for my sensitive ears.” The man emphasized this by wiggling his goat-like ears on top of his head.

He flashed one more smile before turning and exiting from the room. His business was obviously done.

“Fuck my life!”

Goku blinked and turned to his right at Brox’s exclamation and the Saiyajin immediately screwed his face up at the sight that greeted him. The purple-green slime creature that had caught his attention earlier seemed to have taken a liking to the older man beside him, and its slimy tentacles had extended and were now roaming over Brox’s body, leaving a disgusting trail of goo where ever they touched. The scarred Saiyajin cursed as he wildly shook his ensnared leg while at the same time leaning back in an effort to keep the second tentacle from touching his face.

And as he watched this strange spectacle, Goku couldn’t help but laugh. The man looked absolutely ridiculous, and the blob creature acted more like an eager child attempting to pet a moody cat than an intimidating alien looking to bet his money on someone’s life.

Sharp black eyes shot in Goku’s direction, and Brox snarled at the smaller man’s audacity. “Are you fucking LAUGHING at me?!”

His enraged bellow only made Goku laugh harder, though he tried to contain himself as best he could by biting the insides of his cheeks. His failing efforts to control himself only served to enrage the other Saiyajin further.

“Idiot! This thing’s race uses its tentacles to TASTE things! He’s molesting me!”

Brox cursed loudly as a gooey ‘arm’ slapped against his cheek with a sickening ‘plerp’. This, of course, made Goku laugh harder. Unfortunately, the humored Saiyajin failed to notice that the blobby alien has released Brox’s leg and instead slithered its now free tentacle his way. It wasn’t until the slimy appendage wrapped itself around his waist that Goku abruptly stopped laughing. His eyes dropped to the gyrating purplish green goo encasing him and he stared at it for a long moment before turning his gaze back to Brox.

“You’re right. It’s not funny.”

“Bastard.”

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Shortly after the gooey molestation began the guards finally insisted the slime alien take his leave. Not only was the residue he left behind on his victims disgusting the other bidders, the smell was nauseating the Saiyajins covered in it. One of the older men down the line actually vomited on one of the more wealthy looking aliens, and like the woman Goku had bitten, the man had left the room yelling about how he’d have that Saiyajin’s head for fouling his clothing.

It wasn’t long after that the final bidder finally left the room. The slime that covered his gi had repelled the rest from touching him, and for that Goku was grateful. Now, however, he wished to clean himself up. Luckily his wish was granted after the chains that held them all in place vanished and they were all ushered into a large locker room bathroom of sorts.

Tiled walls were lined with open stalls and a stack of towels sat ready nearby along the furthest wall. The accommodations were far better than he’d imagined they’d be.

“You’ve got ten minutes! Don’t waste time!” one of the guards shouted.

The same instant the glowing restraints around his arms, waist, and ankles flickered and then disappeared. Goku blinked at the abrupt absence of buzzing he’d grown so used to, but he took the opportunity to stretch his sore joints while he still had the freedom to do so. He followed suit as the other Saiyajin moved to the showers, and Goku was still rotating one arm to work out the kinks when he grabbed a towel and walked down the line in search of a free stall.

Steam was already beginning to cloud visibility and Goku was grateful for the small amount of privacy the cloak of mist provided. While not shy about nudity, there was always a certain feeling of vulnerability while completely naked. Right now, surrounded by Saiyajins whose goals would soon be to target and kill him, any amount of vulnerability was unnerving.

When he finally found a free stall, Goku quickly stepped out of his boots and shed his soiled gi. He left it in a pile on the floor just outside the shower, a practice he’d seen the other Saiyajin doing before with their own clothes. The dials were easy enough to read. Red for hot, blue for cold. He quickly adjusted the temperature and stepped under the stream of hot water. A long sigh escaped his lips as all the tension flowed from his body and down the drain, and he savored this brief moment of peace. His eyes drifted closed and he simply listened to the sounds of splashing water, interrupted only by the occasional shout of one of them men down the line.

Unfortunately, time was a factor, and Goku reached for the provided soap and began to scrub the stench from his skin. He’d just barely managed to finish before the water cut off and a nearby guard shouted.

“Everyone out! New clothes are waiting for you outside your stalls! Get dressed and get back in line! Two minutes!”

Goku’s head snapped up, sending droplets of water flying in all direction from his wet hair. He whirled around and snapped his eyes to the spot he’d left his gi, but it was gone. His jaw tightened as he drew in a deep breath. Had he known they would take his clothes, the only thing he had left to remind him of home, he never would have left them unguarded. In his mind he knew getting upset over a simple gi was silly, but he still couldn’t help the feeling of loss that bubbled up inside him.

Goku sighed as he retrieved his towel and dried himself off. His eyes remained fixed on the spot his gi had been, almost as if he believed he could will it back if he concentrated hard enough. Logic won out quickly, and the Saiyajin tore his eyes away and focused instead on the new pile of clothes that had been laid out for him. His gaze narrowed on the black garments, and he the moment his fingers grazed the material his suspicions were confirmed. Spandex. The same material Vegeta seemed so fond of wearing. In fact, all the Saiyajin here were wearing it.

Goku hated it. It was clingy, uncomfortable, and did nothing to retain body-heat. This planet seemed especially cold, and he knew he was in for some chilly nights if this was really all he’d be allowed to wear.

A thirty second warning shout from the guard jolted Goku into action, and he begrudgingly slipped on the clothes provided. The pants were skintight and left nothing to the imagination, while the shirt fit a little looser. Lightweight black boots finished off the outfit, and Goku sighed as his glowing restraints once again appeared with a loud buzz.

“Back in line!”

TBC

A/N - So sorry for the delay! I had writer's block, but my bestie ArizonaRed inspired me with a little sneak peek at her own fic. Things will start rolling after this chapter, so get ready~~
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