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Blondie and the Beast	By : KrazyKat001 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1799 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Blondie and the Beast

Chapter 3

The door of the tiny cottage slowly creeps open. Goku peers suspiciously through the tiny slit of the outside world. Frowning between his brows, the blonde warrior can easily spot the harlot screeching at his sensei at the wedding downtown.

He sweatdrops as his Gohan keeps smiling at her. He sighs, relieved. “What in the world possess Chichi to do this?” he asks himself, scratching the back of his head. Amused, he chuckles, “Of all people, she chose me. I guess I should be flattered.”

As soon as the commotion down the hill has died off, Goku takes his chance to swing the door wide open and sprint so fast that his figure was faded into roaring wind.

He heads down the hill where bushes and small trees waver from his speed. He rushes past the people cleaning up the wedding. Women shriek as their skirts went flying far from the side. The baker cried outloud as his plates flutter across the field. The tall warrior rashly heads for the forest far away from the village. Not one person saw him pass and go.

All the animal critters ran from his presence as Goku ran vastly throughout the forest and, all of the sudden, he jumps high in the air. Laughing in joy, he found the yellow area ahead. His utmost secret spot of heaven. He glide over as he prepare a nose-dive ride through the meadow.

Here, the bland warrior thought, I am free to be myself. He flies across the meadow until he lands softly onto his tummy.

He rests his chin on his arms, watching a ladybug stretching on the wheat. The ladybug stare at him wary. Goku grins as it fly away. I’m glad that none of the villagers found this spot. Well, none except Gohan. Goku smiles at the memory.

Flashback

It was a month after Goku and his father settled in the cottage from the village. Everyday Goku would come to town and train with sensei. Everyday he looks forward with new challenges that his three opponents made before he trains with Gohan.

The trio was waiting at the entrance of the village. Yamcha cracks his knuckles, smirking at the sight of the blonde kid inching closer, “About time he show up. Ready guys?” Tein uncrosses his arms and nod once. The cueball laughs. “Let’s teach this brat a lesson!”

“Oh?” Chibi Goku looks up. Three figures were in the air, their stances show no mercy as they aim for the kill. Goku laughs in delight. He simply dodges out of the way, counterattacking back at his opponents.

Yamcha snarls. Glaring at the child as his swiftly punches into air, nimbly misses him by the mile. He could stand to be treated like a joke, and what’s more this kid sees this as some sort of game! He glances at his partners who were also experiencing difficulty at making contact with their target.

Goku always made sure to never really hit them. His sensei has told him from his first day of training that anyone but him would suffer serious injury and such strength would not be taken lightly in the village. He made extra caution when fighting his opponents.

Yamcha stop in midattack and pounce back from the battle. “TIEN!! Get over here!” The three-eyes warrior blinks and obliged. Yamcha smirks at the battle between Krillin and the brat.

“What is it, Yamcha? Found a weakness?” Tien asks.

The scarred man grins, “You could say that. I want you to pull that technique on him.”

Tien stare at him, shocked at what he wants him to do. He nods. He steps back into the battle and kicked Krillin back to Yamcha.

“OW!! TIEN! THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!?”

Goku looks up owlish, his sensitive hearing picking up Yamcha’s voice. “Quiet, Krillin. Sit back and watch. Or, should I say, don’t watch.” Goku felt REALLY confused by this.

Apparently, the bald monk knew what he was talking about. He joins him, smirking.

Tien unleashes a fury of attacks. Goku dodges each one effectively. Tien swings his arms around Goku and the chibi hops into the air. Tien smirks, palms open at the side of his head, "SOLAR FLARE!!!”

A massive white light engulfs the whole village, including Goku. The trio had their eyes closed. The white light fades. Goku screams his head off in pain, clawing for his sight back. Loads of punches lands upon his body. It was a long moment until the punches stops. Still blinded, Goku felt blood in hi mouth and spit it out, “You play dirty. You’re no honorable fighters!”

Colors return bits by bits. Everything was hazy. There was two feet in front of him, different pair of feet than the trio. The figure picks Goku in his arms, holding him close, “Kakarott…”

Shocked, the blonde chibi reply, “Papa…?”

Another voice join in, “Will he be alright?”

The father nods. “I would never allow them to live after harming my little one.”

“Then it’s a good thing I came when I did. Kakarott, m’boy, rest easy. I’ll come and fetch you once I’m done with these three,” Son Gohan remarks, petting the boy’s hair as he said it. Leaning closer so no one can overhear, “Once you’re feeling better, I will show a spot no one knows but me. So keep up that good spirit of yours, understand?”

The young chibi giggles, nodding.

Bardock inwardly sighs, “Let’s go home, son.”

Flashback Ends

He roll on his back, arms wraps around his head, staring at the deep, blue sky. Thinking back earlier today, what he wanted more from this life. He stares sadly at the small, yellow cloud appearing in view.

That cloud is just like me. Alone and out of place. Everyone in the village see me as strange. Heh, it wouldn’t matter, right? I will always be out of place no matter where I go. There’s no one like me in anywhere else in the world. At least, I think so. There’s no way of knowing that unless I leave the village and if I leave the village, what then? Besides, I have no idea where to look, but if I stay here, I run into a risk for marrying Chichi. He grimaces at the thought. Well, I can only hope that everything fare well with papa’s invention. Goku smiles, chuckling soft. This is the first time papa left the village in a long time, isn’t it?

“What do I want?” Goku ask himself. An idea pops into his head. He pull out his bag tied to his hips. Untying it, he releases the four-star dragonball. As a child, Gohan once told him of a story behind the dragonball about how it can grant wish. It sounds magical and, now, it sounds like a far-fetched tale. Goku doesn’t mind either way because, to him, this orb is like a precious relic and he wouldn’t let this go for anything in the world because it’s his first gift he ever received. Holding it up in the air, the orange orb winks from the light. “… If you can really grant wishes like sensei said, then hear my wish: I want an adventure out there where I can find someone like me. Someone who can understand me and for who I am… Someone who fights with a passion like me… … Someone who won’t leave my side.” The tall warrior stare at the sky, thinking of the village, of Chichi, “I want so much more than what they’ve got planned.” The dragonball rests by his side, still in his hand, glows to life.

Ears rustle at the sound from the forest, Goku sat up and the orange orb in his hand was became still.

The noise became louder, and, quite suddenly, a horse enters the meadow, galloping as if life demands it. “Zimbinee!” Goku jumps to his feet, noticing his father not with his horse. He rushes toward the horse, catching the loose reins, “Easy, Zimb, there’s no danger!” The horse calms down. The tall warrior pets her, checking her condition and the invention behind her. “What are you doing here, Zimb? Where’s papa? Where is he, Zimbinee? What happened?” The horse nickered sadly. Goku became fretted with worry, “Zimbinee, we have to find him, you have to take me to him!” Goku unhitches the wagon with his papa’s invention. Wearing the hooded coat he found in the wagon for emergency, he hops onto his family horse, relying her to find where his father was last seen.

~~The Dark Forest~~

Goku walk with Zimbinee’s reins in his hands. The horse nearly jumps the rider off her back due to the howls not long ago.

The horse led him to the hill and stops there. Goku looks around, “Papa was here, wasn’t he?” The horse nickered, nodding. He looks over the hill, catching his chest in fear of finding his father at the bottom of the cliff.

At the bottom of the pits, there was nothing but sharp edge rocks. The blonde warrior sighs very much to his relief. “Where could father be?” he asks himself, scrathcing his head. He spotted footprints on the ground as well as the pack of wolves’ pawprints. “Papa…?!” The howl of the wolves sounds much closer than before, startling Goku. “C’mon, Zimb,” he said, tugging on the reins.

He follows the path of footprints. Judging from the width of distance between each prints, he realized that his father was being chased by a pack of wolves. Up ahead, he found a dead wolf, ribs crushed by an immensely strong force. However, he also found a trail of blood on the ground. “Papa..!” Goku jumps onto the horse, rushing along the trail of blood.

Up ahead, a fog clears, revealing a monstrously, large castle. The tall warrior could only stare in awe. They walk up to the exterior of the castle gate. The gate was larger than any trees he seen from the village. “What is this place?” Zimbanee snorts, then begins to buck as if something was scaring her off. Goku dismounts and petting as if to comfort her.

Goku’s nose picks up a familiar smell. “Papa?” He looks around but his father was nowhere to be seen. He walks toward the gate. Touching the iron gate, he sniffs once. He can actually smell his father’s presence from this gate! He peers down, gasping in surprise. He crouches down to pick up a partial coat skin from the gate ground. Papa’s coat… Goku keeps a firm grip onto it.

The tall warrior holds both sides of the gate doors, and push. The gate creeks, whining as it open wider. A gust of wind, howling its fury, blast by the new visitors of the castle ground.

Meanwhile, deep inside the castle…

The spiky haired teen had his ears plugged, watching the purple haired teen ranting with each breath he takes.

Trunks pace in a circle, tail swishing in anger, “Couldn’t keep quiet, could you?! Oh no, you just had to invite him to stay, serve him a cup of tea, sit in the master’s chair, pet the dragon! My gosh, we might as well just offer him eternal damnation within this castle!! I don’t know what’s worse: you or the master!”

Goten slam his tail in annoyance, “I was trying to be hospitable.” He stood in front of Trunks. “Unlike,” the spiky-haired teen jab his finger on Trunks’ nose, “you.”

Trunks narrow. Slapping the hand away, “Grrr… don’t look down on me. At least, I was looking in everyone’s best interest.”

Goten cross his arms, “The castle’s interest, that’s you. Or Burdock’s interest?”

Steam escapes Trunks’ ear, “Since when did you have an interest in him?”

“Oh, jealous much?” Goten teased. He had the Chester grin.

Trunks look as if he’s ready to choke the hell of him.

~

The entrance door creaks open. The hooded figure enters the castle. “Hello? Is anyone here?” Silence surrounds the place. He ascends the grand staircase. “Hello? Papa? Papa, are you here?”

A faint echo reaches Goten’s ears. The perky teen turns to the empty hallway where the noise has originated. Trunks is still ranting over the earlier events. Goten shook his head, dismissing the noise as one of his imaginations.

~

In the bathhouse, Celipa sat next to a tub of hot water. Pouring in some extravagant soap into the tub. Bubbles appear in its place.

A little kid with spiky hair that goes down to his waist came rushing into the room, “Momma! Momma! Momma! You won’t believe this! There is a person in the castle!”

Celpia glare at him with such sternness. “Enough of your pranks, Radditz, I won’t have you making up such wild stories. Now, get over here!”

Radditz blinks. He inches away, nervous, “But really, momma, I saw him.”

Celpia snarls in disgust, standing straight up. Radditz squeaks in fear, attempts to escape her wrath. Celpia caught Radditz’s tail and threw him into the tub. The kid surface, catching his breath. No later as he did so, his mother dips him in water, head and all, and starts cleaning him despite the hissy fits of her son.

The young teen broke into the room, crying in delight, “A man! There’s a man in the castle! EEEEEEEEK!!!!!!” Radditz stood halfway in and out of the tub, battling against his parent. For the kid, no clothes were accounted for. Radditz blink owlish before laughing in pride, “TAKE THAT! I tooooooold’ja, Momma!”

Celpia narrow, pushing the kid back into the tub.

~

Trunks counts off his fingers, arguing, “—Irresponsible, devil-may-care, lazy, wild hair, big mouth, show-off—“

The spiky-haired teen stand there, grinning away as the other continues.

“Papa?”

The duo flew to the ceiling, clenching their hearts. They turn to look at the new arrival.

The hooded figure enters the hallway, looking around. “That’s weird. I’m sure I heard voices around here.” He never noticed the two figures hidden in the shadows above. He called out, “Papa?”

The hooded figure walks further in the distance. Goten and Trunks hops down quietly.

“Did you see that?” Midnight black eyes turns to the purple ones. “We have another guest!”

Trunks rolls his eyes, “I can see that. And, for the record, that is no guest. That is an intruder! Whatever made you to think he’s a guest?!”

Goten glances at him with excitement, “That’s two in one day! Luck is on our side! Do you know what this means?!”

“It means you’re damaged goods when he finds out,” the purple haired one remarks.

The duo flash behind the pillar, following the hooded figure but keeping a considerate distance. Goten huffs. “You dope. It means he could very well be the one to break the spell.”

Trunks turns to speak.

Goten smiles, tail wagging, “In fact, I know he’s the one we’re waiting for.”

“Wait a minute. Waaait a minute…!” Trunks gape as Goten chases even closer to the hooded figure. “GOTEN! Why must you…?!” He chases after him.

The hooded figure stops, head bowed. He let his senses spread to find his father’s ki and spotted it. He knows it’s not far now. He aims with a precise direction for which his father is being held. “Papa?”

“Say...” Trunks begins, “isn’t that weird how he seems to know where he’s going?”

Goten shrugged. Half listening, half watching.

“I mean, think about it. He could have easily get lost in any hallway and rooms.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it. We’ll help him out if it comes to it, right?” Goten glances at him.

Trunks spoke back, “Well, that’s just it. It seems very convenient how he seems to where his father being held. Assuming the guest earlier is his father.”

“True,” Goten grins, “it makes things easier for us!” Trunks frowns, not amused. Goten sweatdrops, scratching behind his head, “Heheh… so this must be his son.”

The hooded figure walk down the narrow hallway. He spotted the wooden door leading to the tower. He push the door open. “Papa?” He steps inside, “Papa?”

Goten smirks playfully. Trunks noticed, “No! Nooooo… don’t you fucking dare—“ Too late, the spiky haired teen ran like a wind. Trunks slap his face, inwardly groaning.

The hooded figure has his attention to the shredded curtains, wondered if that’s normal in this castle. He felt a breeze behind him. With sharp hearing, he heard feet rushing off in the very direction he heads for. With that kind of speed, there’s only two people who can run like that. He, already accounted for, and the other is his father but he’s still too far away. The only logical explanation is that there’s someone here with similar ability like him. He gasps in delight, “Hello? Is someone here?” Realizing the ki is getting farther away, “Wait! I’m looking for my father!”

The hooded figure heads up the stairs. He passed by a table with a flower vase on it.

Trunks following behind and nearly freaks as he saw Goten giving him a thumbs up from under a table clothe. Trunks don’t know whether to yell or faint at the sight.

The hooded figure halts in his path, taking a step backward to the table. Goten sweats heavily as the figure halts in front of him then he hears him sniffing at whatever there is above him. Oh yeah! Goten mentally slaps himself. I put a flower up there. I knew it was genius. Goten grins with teeth at the thought.

Trunks could only stare in awe and embarrassment. I don’t know what’s more humiliating. The fact that Goten’s “super sleuth” is pretending to be a table or the ‘guest’ truly believed that it to be a table. UNbelievABLE! He shook his head, sweatdropping.

The hooded figure sniffs again. “That’s funny, I’m sure there was someone…”

Both teens stiffens.

“I guess it’s only Mother Nature. Heheh…” The hooded figure chuckles, feeling a bit awkward. He climbs up the stairs. He hear a faint voice echoes. It sounds disoriented. “I-i-is someone there?” That voice! “Papa?!” He rushes toward the noise, and enters a room. “Kakarott…?”

He found the scarred man with hair spiked in all direction in a cell. “Papa!” He rushes up to the cell. “Oh, Papa! I have been so worried about you! What happened to you?”

Bardock stare at him as if he’s been in a haze. “K-Kakarott?” He touch his son’s cheek, feeling a wet presence. “How did you find me?” His son opens to speak. Bardock shook his head, “Forget that. Kakarott, you have to leave this place.”

The hooded figure lets his hood down. Goku shook in refusal, “Not without you, I won’t. Who done this to you?”

“There’s no time to explain,” Bardock said. Each breath is a difficult for him, let alone words. His cold isn’t making things any better. Goku spy black bruises around his father’s neck. He gasps, “Father…! Your neck!” Bardock snarls, “You must leave… now!”

“Bakayaru, Papa! I won’t leave without you!”

Suddenly, a clawed hand grabbed Goku’s shoulder and fling him across the room.

Darkness engulfs the room except for one beam of light from a skylight. An animalistic growl is vibrate all over the room.

Goku fell from the stoned wall and lands on his bottom. He shudders both from the cold and in fear. He fears for whatever lies in the darkness but that never stops him from getting onto his feet and slips into a stance, ready for whatever there is in the darkness.

The raging growls turns into words, “What are you doing here?” The voice edge closer with each word spat out.

“RUN, KAKAROTT!!!”

The blonde warrior gulps. His determined feature never fading. “Who are you?”

The growls soften, amused, “The master of this castle, of course. Who else could it be?” The voice snickers.

Goku releases his stance, sensing if the other wanted to attack, he would have done so already. “I came for my father. Please let him out! Can’t you see he’s sick?”

“Hn, so he is. That doesn’t excuse his crime. Trespassing in my castle is a serious crime. He shouldn’t have attempted to do so in the first place.”

“But he could die. I don’t know what I do if he’s gone,” he looks down in sadness. “Please, I’ll do anything!”

The voice, almost snide, replies, “ What’s done is done. He’s my prisoner. There’s nothing you can do.”

Goku shudders, “There must be some way I can…” He hear heavy footsteps turns to leave. An idea pops into his head, “Wait!” The footsteps halts. He stare in the darkness, determined, “Take me, instead!”

There was sound of shock. “You! You would take his place?”

“Kakarott! NO!! YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOUR DOING!!” Bardock cried out in a frenzy panic.

For the first time in his life, Goku turn deaf ears at his father’s cries. “If I did, would you let him go?” Forgive me, Papa.

A growl of approval. “… Very well, but you must promise to stay here forever.”

Goku analyze his words and the situation itself. It left him to remember the wish he made earlier. He looks up in the darkness, realizing he cannot see the captor. “Come into the light.”

There was a hesitate shift in the darkness.

Goku hears the footsteps heading to the middle of the room, which the beam of light is. He saw black, leather pants on his legs dragging into view. Then chest, which has firm naked, muscles and crimson, red fur sprouted from all over body, including the tail now joining into the light. Both hands and bare feet ands have black claws. There was a long, heavy brown mane attached to his head, defying gravity in an odd way. Red lines circles his eyes, and his eyes are eyes of an animal staring him down.

The blonde warrior looks, eyes growing wider until he could stand no more and looks away. He stare in sadness at his father.

Bardock knew what his son is doing. He shook his head, “No, Kakarott! I won’t let you do this!”

Goku takes a deep breath, regaining his composure then joins into the beam of light with the beast. The light gives off an aura around Goku that gives him both an innocent look and the look of an honorable warrior. “You have my word.”

The beast growls quickly, “So be it.”

The beast flash over to the cell, tore the iron cell apart with ease.

“Kakarott!” Goku glance at him. “Listen to me, don’t do this. I lived a long life—“

Goku rush for his father but two pairs of hands prevented him from doing so. “Wait!”

The crimson beast grabs the spiky-scarred man and drags him downstairs.

Goku tried to fight off his two captors. “Wait!!”

From the exterior of the castle, the crimson beast inhales and he lets out a loud, bellowing howl in the forest. Thudding noise rang closer and closer. Bardock became still in fear. A new form of beast emerged from the forest and bows at its master. The crimson beast snarls and drags Bardock to the his beast.

Bardock shook his head in fear, “No, please spare my son!”

The crimson beast growls at this, “He’s no longer your concern.” He threw him onto his beast, nodding his head in a direction, “Take him to the village.” The beast obey, ki cuffs restraint Bardock on its back. Bardock is creeped out by this, yelling as the beast jumps into the far distance.

Goku’s captors never loosen his hold. He looks out the cell window where the beast and father left for good. Rendering it useless, he shouted, “FATHER!!!”

The crimson beast stare after them, “Hn.” He heads back inside to his new prisoner.

The captors release their hold on Goku and the blonde warrior slid onto the stone floor, shedding tears. He hits the ground out of frustration and sadness. He then hugs himself from feeling the hurt, letting out all his sorrow.

Goten, who waited for the beast, on the stairs. “Ah! Master!” He rushes down to the beast that simply snarls in irritation of his mere presence. Goten poke his forefingers against each other. “Ummm…”

The beast round up on him. “WHAT?!?”

Goten laugh in fear. “Since the dude will be living with us for quite some time. I was just thinking that wouldn’t it be best if you,” he pokes the beast’s chest, the beast growls in warning, “might want to offer him a bit more comfortable room.” The crimson beast growls angrily at him and stomp up the stairs. Goten rolls his eyes, “Oooor maybe not.”

The beast enters the cell room, finding Goku still crying. “Today was the first day I have been without my father. You didn’t even let me say good bye. I’ll never see him again. I didn’t get a chance to say good bye.”

The beast was taken back by his sorrow voice. There was a flicker of regret across his face but flash back to his old self. “Come with me, I’ll show you to your room.”

Goku looks up, surprised, “My room? But I thought—“ He nods in a direction, indicating the cell.

The crimson beast growls, “DO you wanna stay here?!”

Goku gasps, taken back by his anger, reply quickly, “No.”

“Then follow me.” The beast crosses his arms and heads down the stairs.

Goku lags behind the beast in silence. He peeks to one of his captors who looks very much like father but without the tan and scar. The captor looks back at him and grins wide, “Hiya! I’m Goten. I heard about you from your father.” Goku stare down in sadness. A tear forming in his eye.

Goten sweatdrops. Whoops, hit off a bad start. He then glances at his master who has lit up an energy ball from his hand to bring light to the room as they walk. Goten bit his lips, deciding it’s well worth the risk. He nudges his master.

The beast widen his eyes at his servant. His eyes promise death.

Goten gave him a pouty face, mouthing each word, “Go. Talk To. Him.” He pointed at the blonde prisoner. He claps his hands together, batting his big eyes, “Pretty please?”

The beast’s eye twitches, lips moves in a snarl. He breathes deep, looking behind him. A tear slip past his prisoner’s face. Kuso… “Kakarott, was it?”

Goku peer up at the beast then went back to watching his crimson tail. “Yeah…”

The beast looks back at his servant for approval at his attempt to talk. Goten looks at him as if he was nuts. He eagerly motion his master to continue. The crimson beast looks up in distain. He continues, “I…um… hope you like it here. This castle is your home now. You can go anywhere you wish,” he points up his forefinger, “except West Wing.”

Goku looks up, intrigued, “What’s in the West Wing?”

The beast stopped suddenly and came up in his face in a split second, “It’s forbidden, Kakarott! Unless you want your heart eaten by me, you should never, EVER go there. DO I make myself clear?!”

Goku gulps, “Crystal.”

The beast backs off and continues to lead. Goku, more than reluctant, follows after him. Goten groans, slapping his face. The beast growls at this and Goten gave him a surrendering motion with his hands.

Later, the crimson beast stops by a door and he opens to a dark room. Moonlight hits the room through the window. He looks at Goku, “Your room.”

“Oh.” Goku steps into the room, “Thanks, um…?” He stares at the beast.

The beast snarls in anger, “Didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude to stare?”

“Oh! Sorry,” Goku chuckles, rubbing the back of his head, “My bad, I didn’t mean to stare you. I don’t really know what to call you.”

The beast blinks in surprise and relaxes. “Vegeta.”

“Vegeta.” Goku smiles as he repeats it.

The crimson beast blushes. He clears his throat, “If there’s anything you need, my servants will attend to you.”

Goten whispers in Vegeta’s ear, “Dinner!—Invite him to dinner!”

Vegeta growls angrily, switching his gaze from Goten to Goku, “You… will join me for dinner. That’s is NOT a request!!” He leaves, slamming the door behind him.

Annoyed, Vegeta turns around to find Goten’s Chester smile on his face. His eye twitches.

“You like him, don’cha?” Goten purrs as he said it.

“What the hell are you talking about, clown?!” He demands, growling each word out.

“Don’t deny it, master. You like him or you wouldn’t give up your name,” Goten laughs as he walks away, “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

~Back in the Bedroom~

Goku rests his back and slid down the door. Slowly drop to the ground, he wraps his knees to his chest and broke down crying. Knowing his fate is forever with a beast.
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