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Resolution on a Lonely Planet	By : Ulrike Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 5386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or the DBZ characters. This is a fanfiction written purely for entertainment. No money was made from this fanfiction.

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*Hello everyone! I’m glad to see that there are people reading this fanfic…or at least clicking on the first chapter. However, please let me know what you think! I would love to hear from the readers just to see if this story sucks or if it’s ok for now. Don’t be afraid to review!*

Warnings: Angst, raising the dead, blood, mention of rape

Goku found it hard to keep his concentration on the connection with Vegeta and teleport to Korin’s Tower at the same time. But the third-class saiyajin blipped into sight, startling the cream-colored cat and causing the feline’s fur to burst out in all directions.

*The short man grinned darkly and stepped forward, his black shoes clicking on the dirty floor. “Let’s just say that I’ll need you to help…persuade someone to fall in love with me. Just think. You’ll finally be doing something noble and kind for once in your life, Saiyajin.”*

“—Ku! Goku, what happened?”

Gripping Vegeta tightly to his chest, the frazzled warrior kept his eyes closed as he desperately held onto the images and violent words coursing through his head. As much as the haunting and disgusting scenes terrified him, Goku refused to let the saiyajin prince go. There was still a soul within Vegeta and Goku found that his own energy held a spiritual connection to the cold and defeated body in his arms. The dark memories seeped into Goku’s mind and he allowed them.

“Senzu,” Goku choked weakly.

Through the awful voices distracting him, Goku sensed the cat move quickly. Korin rushed to his garden with a small brown sack in his paws. Filling the bag with freshly ripened beans, the martial arts master clicked his way across the marble floor of the lookout with his large, brown staff. Approaching the tall fighter, the sharp and wise feline could see that Goku’s eyes were closed tightly as he concentrated on something with all his might. Korin couldn’t help but swiftly take in all the awful injuries and lack of life in the man held tightly in Goku’s strong arms.

“The beans only work for the living, Goku,” Korin said softly.

“He’s still with us,” was all the distraught warrior managed to say before disappearing again.

Landing roughly in the front lawn of Capsule Corp. Goku laid Vegeta down, his eyes still closed as he took in all the nightmares the saiyajin prince had experienced. It was hard to decipher the order of the past two days as random images and words flickered through his mind in no direct rhythm, but Goku understood most of what had happened.

* Vegeta’s eyes widened behind the blindfold and he shook his head frantically. Screaming “NO!” under his gag, the saiyajin desperately tried to escape, his arms pinned behind his back and voice screaming out.*

There are two men, but he can’t see them! The shame, the humiliation…and Oh God…the AGONY! They’re both entering him at once. Tearing—flesh tearing and Vegeta’s voice screaming and muffled behind a gag.

Goku’s energy started flowing without him knowing it. From his hands, the third-class fighter’s blue energy coursed from his fingers, like dancing waves, and settled around Vegeta’s body. He became slightly aware that Tien, Krillin, and Bulma were suddenly standing nearby.

“Take the senzu beans,” Goku ground out as he sweated and concentrated with all his might.

“Goku, he’s gone,” Tien replied.

“Do it! Make a solution or something with the senzu bean!” Goku allowed one eye to open as he glanced up at the blue-haired scientist and longest friend. “Bulma…please…”

Without hesitation, Bulma rushed forward and took the small bag that hung from Goku’s waist. Hurrying away, she cast one look at Vegeta, her world suddenly spinning as she took in his marred body. She and her father would figure out a way to get the senzu beans into his system. She wasn’t going to let the saiyajin prince disappear.

As Vegeta’s torture continued to race through Goku’s mind, the powerful warrior pushed the words and images deep down within him. Completely seeping into the deathly prince’s psyche, Goku found that he could connect with other parts of the dying brain. Flexing his fingers, Goku sent a small, yet forceful shock-wave of his own energy through Vegeta’s lifeless body.

“Wake-up,” Goku thought. When there was no reaction, the earth-saiyajin increased his warming power. Shocking Vegeta again, he demanded the energy to the prince’s heart.

Recalling the time he had spared his power for Frieza, Goku remembered that the evil tyrant could live on his remarkable super-saiyajin energy even when he was just a torso. Goku prayed that his strength and fulfilling power could restart Vegeta’s system enough to get a senzu inside of him.

For several minutes, Goku’s energy pulsated and pushed forward into Vegeta’s broken body. Goku would call into the empty mind and try to awaken some part of the elite saiyajin—enough to bring life into the tortured being. But as soon as his energy was pushed into Vegeta’s body, it would slowly creep its way out again. There was no power within Vegeta for Goku’s energy to hold onto.

Growing frustrated, Goku continued the controlled expulsion of energy, hoping desperately that something within the prince would grab on and spark back to life. Calling Vegeta’s name, Goku tried to psychically bring whatever was still alive in Vegeta back to the surface. Searching past the horrid memories within the tortured saiyajin’s mind, Goku tried to insert himself into the battered and torn body.

“It’s Goku…Kakarot. You still need to fight me. You still have a destiny to defeat me, right?” Goku asked silently. “I thought that becoming a super-saiyajin was your dream, your fate. Are you just going to lay here and do nothing and let that hope disappear? Why? Because of some humans who beat you up? I figured a powerful saiyajin prince like yourself could handle this.”

“You arrogant asshole. Wake up.”

Krillin turned away and put his hands on his bald head. It was horrible, what happened to Vegeta, but watching his closest friend in the world try so desperately to save the lifeless corpse of the saiyajin prince was too much. It appeared that Vegeta’s death on planet Namek had affected Goku greatly. Judging by the amount of power he was uselessly pouring into the arrogant saiyajin’s body, Krillin found that Goku was extremely out of sorts and in denial of what was happening. As Tien and Krillin paced nervously, Piccolo and Gohan appeared in the sky and landed, their presence unknown or ignored by Goku.

* His chest and stomach were rubbed raw and his once tan flesh was now ghostly white and marred with deep burns and cuts. The shirt he had been wearing was only a few scraps clinging to his neck, the black material wet with blood and sweat. In only a few hours with his injuries, he was sure he would die….*

Yamcha was crying as Skip laughed--that man with the mousy hair and black glasses. The other humans standing nearby also held identical smirks of amusement. Vegeta was laying on the bed…his body practically steaming from the charred flesh and burns that spread across his skin. The saiyajin prince was dying and no one was helping him.

*” I will give you everything, Yamcha. Do not pity this beast. He is not human…”

“Would you do this to Goku?!” Yamcha shrieked, his wild eyes glaring into Skip with pure hatred. “Goku isn’t human! He has saved this planet countless times! Would you do this to him?!”

“Yes…”*

Disgust struck Goku to the core and his friends and son observed the way his eyebrows lowered and lips pressed together in a tight line. His breath hitched in his throat and body froze as the words echoed in his fevered mind. He saw the glowing glasses and cold expression on Skip’s face as if he were staring through bleary eyes—Vegeta’s eyes. Sadness gripped the childish warrior at the callous words and finality in the human’s voice.

Goku spent his entire life fighting evil. He’d fought androids, aliens, and even other humans, however never had he been struck with such feelings of horror or betrayal. For most of his life, Goku believed that he was human. He and his friends just assumed that, besides his strange birth-defect of having a tail and the ability to transform, he was just a simple-minded, peace-loving kid. Upon discovering his saiyajin heritage, Goku had his first taste of prejudice of whom and what he was from Frieza. The awful lizard called him names, joked about his intelligence, and could only hurl insults at him as he began to defeat the monster. But the words stung. The outright, vile hatred of the saiyajin race truly hurt Goku, even though it had only been a year earlier that he discovered what a saiyajin was.

But he felt Vegeta’s spirit become crushed and scarred from Skip’s words. He felt the usually arrogant and selfish saiyajin’s pain at the idea that even Goku would have been hurt by these crazed humans. Goku could barely grasp the outright fury cast by the human, Skip, and felt his own horror mix with Vegeta’s. Their emotions connected and Goku felt a wave of despair consume him as he observed Skip coldly hiss at the mere existence of both sayajins.

“It isn’t fair,” Goku whimpered silently into Vegeta’s empty shell. “Why is there so much hatred? Why would any human want to hurt us like this?”

“Because they’re scared. Because they’re weak….” A voice answered.

“But that doesn’t mean they had to do this!” Goku hollered into the dark chasm of Vegeta’s mind, his voice echoing off the walls. “They had no reason to do such a thing! They hurt you, they hurt Yamcha! There was no reason for this at all!!”

“…Kakarot?”

Without hesitation Goku sent a huge spike of power directly into Vegeta’s body. At that moment, as their minds connected, Goku forced his way into the other saiyajin’s psyche, a mental image of himself grabbing hold of the dead warrior before him. There was an agonized cry of shock and anger toward the violation, but Goku ignored the brash saiyajin’s outraged yell. A flurry of confusion struck Goku and he felt his power erratically invade the unconscious form at his hands as a torrid of images and violent words swirled through his mind.

As if lifting through miles of ocean, Goku looked at his empty hands as he rose to the surface. There was a great weight pulling his psychic energy and with one final tug, Goku wrenched his power back into himself. With a wild gasp, the third-class warrior flung himself onto his back, his breath wheezing, as if he had just flown around the world 10 times. Sweat poured from his face and he stared up at the sky with confusion as a croaking, horrifying sound filled the air. A watery, sucking gasp rattled past the earth warriors and Goku sat up quickly, his eyes widening as the destroyed being on the ground twitched and jerked, Vegeta’s hands gnarled into claws and white eyes rolling in his head.

Gohan let out a choked cry at the sight of the zombie attempting to suck in air. Renewed blood slowly seeped from Vegeta’s gaping mouth and his body creaked and bent as it fought for life. Fingers twisting in the grass, Vegeta’s head inclined at an awkward angle as yet another horrifying croaking breath tried to fill his blood-stained mouth.

“He’s been dead for too long,” Krillin whispered, his face white with terror. “He’s not going to make it!”

Goku rushed forward and gathered the prince in his arms, a shrill of fear and disgust running through him as he felt the broken bones and torn muscles pulsate against his skin. Locating Bulma and her father within Capsule Corporation, he teleported to their exact position only a few yards away.

Bulma let out a surprised yell before immediately gasping in shock at the twisting, morbid creature held in Goku’s arms. Bringing her hands to her mouth, she backed up, knocking down beakers and glasses in her retreat.

“He’s alive,” Goku shouted. “Please, we have to get a senzu into his system!”

But Bulma remained paralyzed at the mere sight of the gasping, twitching saiyajin who bled blackened blood all over the floor. Even Dr. Briefs stood transfixed at the nightmarish sounds escaping the usually powerful and proud prince. Goku looked at them desperately before slamming his hands on the operating table.

“He can still make it! Dr. Briefs! Bulma! Help him!”

Snapping out of his trance, Dr. Briefs hurried forward, his small frame shaking as he approached the creature twisting on the operating table. He hesitated shortly before pulling out a scalpel and cutting directly into Vegeta’s seizing stomach. Falling backwards, Goku watched with wide eyes as the doctor began pulling tubes, syringes, and more operating tools into sight. One glimpse of the long needles made the earth-saiyajin’s head spin and he barely made it out of the small hospital room before gagging and collapsing on the floor. Several doctors leapt over him and rushed into the operating room to help.

“Dad!”

Gohan and the others ran to the fallen warrior’s side. Helping him stand, they moved him further down the quiet, barren hallway, the sound of hospital beeps and harried voices echoing from the nightmare a few doors down. Breathing rapidly, Goku bent down and put his head in his hands, the past hour finally coming to a close.

Within the operating room, Dr. Briefs and his top doctors strapped the saiyajin down with ease. They cut through his hardened abdominal muscles, entering into his stomach. As the alien seized and jerked on the table, the doctors surrounding him thread a tube into his body. Bulma finally snapped out of her trance and began to administer oxygen, her eyes glued to the pure white corneas that rolled around in his skull.

Knowing that the dying creature could not possibly swallow a senzu bean, the doctors forced the ‘medicine’ directly into Vegeta’s open stomach. None of the doctors questioned the Briefs as to what kind of pill the saiyajin was being administered, as they had seen plenty of outlandish and unbelievable things while working for Capsule Corporation. However, everyone in the room saw the charred, almost black organs within the beaten, wounded warrior. One doctor even ran out of the room upon seeing the burnt innards of the saiyajin.

Observing the watered-down and crushed senzu bean entering his system, Dr. Briefs quickly went to work and removed the tubes sticking out of Vegeta’s stomach. Knowing how quickly the senzu beans worked, Dr. Briefs had only used a small amount of the magical vegetable to ensure that the healing process did not surprise them and enclose around the tubes, trapping them within Vegeta’s body. It was best that the defeated warrior regained consciousness and consumed the remaining beans orally.

But as he removed the tubes and wires from the gaping wound in the saiyajin’s abdomen, Dr. Briefs’s sharp eyes noticed a glinting objecting embedded in the charred muscles of Vegeta’s stomach. His eyebrows lowered in concentration and he quickly scrambled for a large pair of tweezers, however as he recovered and drew close to Vegeta’s heaving body, he saw that the senzu was already working. Huffing in frustration, Dr. Briefs quickly withdrew everything from Vegeta’s tormented abdomen and backed up as the large incision closed-up on its own.

“What was it, Dad?” Bulma asked, her voice wavering.

The old man stuffed his hands in his pockets and shook his head. Wishing he had a cigarette, the genius doctor could only shrug. “There was something inside the poor boy’s stomach. It appeared to be some sort of small microchip.”

The other doctors in the room stood fascinated as many of the 3^rd degree burns on Vegeta’s chest and abdomen began to fade. The small cuts and scrapes disappeared completely; however many of his deepest wounds still remained, though healed to the point that Vegeta could survive. His breath calmed, but the scientists and doctors could still hear the watery rattle of blood and fluids with each inhalation.

“I’ll get another senzu bean,” Bulma hurriedly said.

“Wait, daughter.”

All eyes turned to the small, shaggy-haired man.

“I’m afraid with the lack of oxygen and brain function for so long,” another doctor spoke, “our patient here will not recover. I think another one of those—“

“Please leave the room so my daughter and I can speak, if you’d all be so kind,” Dr. Briefs explained calmly.

With looks of unease and confusion, the fleet of geniuses stepped out of the room, closing the door behind them. Bulma turned to her father, her stomach twisting as she heard Vegeta struggling to breathe next to them. But she saw the seriousness in her father’s usually cool and collected face and straightened as the man gazed at the saiyajin prince on the operating table.

“When our guest wakes up, how will he react, Bulma?”

The Capsule Corp. heiress’s large blue eyes widened and she quickly shot a glance at Vegeta’s strained face and twitching form. It was true that she didn’t really know the saiyajin prince very well. His presence on Earth over a year ago proved that he had no issue with blowing up their planet and killing everyone in sight, but from the stories she heard, he had changed drastically on Planet Namek. Even after inviting him to live at Capsule Corp. the wild prince had never threatened her or her family. Yes he threw some major tantrums and said pretty awful things, but she never felt that Vegeta would ever harm them.

However, she understood what her dad was trying to say…and she wouldn’t believe it.

“If we just talk to him and listen, I know he won’t try to hurt anyone.”

Dr. Briefs sighed and lowered his eyes, as if hating what he was about to say. “My family and my home come first,” his voice more stern than it had ever been. “Poor Vegeta was violated terribly by humans. One of our very own Earth warriors also assaulted him,” he raised his hand as Bulma began to object, “even though he didn’t want to. Vegeta has experienced a terrible ordeal and we honestly have no idea how he will react when he is fully healed and back to full power.”

“We have Goku,” Bulma pleaded. She suddenly realized she was standing much closer to the pained saiyajin on the table. Subconsciously, Bulma stood over him protectively. “Piccolo and even Gohan could keep him contained if—“

“Until Vegeta gets strong enough and possibly surpasses them all. This young man is training fanatically at a rate that he may very well achieve the super-saiyajin strength. Do we know if he will be on our side after everything that has happened to him?”

“What are you saying then, Dad?” Bulma snapped. “I don’t see how we can fix this. We won’t know anything until Vegeta wakes up.”

Turning his back, the doctor closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Everything rushing through his mind screamed “Wrong!” but the doctor would not have an enraged, violent saiyajin running around Capsule Corp. killing his loved ones. He knew that Vegeta could quite possibly come through and pose no threat to Earth, but he could not take the risk, at least, not until they were sure he was no danger once he woke up.

“I need you to do something for me, Bulma,” the weary man murmured. “If you and the other Capsule Corp. employees would; please scour Skip Sato-Jenkins’s desk, files, and belongings to see if you could find anything on a microchip.” Bulma’s eyebrows creased together with curiosity. Her father continued. “The device will be about the size of a thumbnail. Look for any documents, blue prints, or even sketches of an invention that has something to do with trapping and containing the energy of this saiyajin.”

“But he had the concentrated solution that—that I created to trap Vegeta’s ki. Why would there be a microchip involved, too?”

Pressing his lips together, Dr. Briefs peered down at the blood-stained warrior. “I am not certain, daughter, but there was definitely a small device within our friend here. It may be a second way to control Vegeta’s power. Didn’t Yamcha mention some other mechanism that also held our friend’s energy at bay?”

Bulma stood silently as she took in her father’s words. Her eyes darkening, Bulma could only stare at Dr. Briefs’s bowed head.

“So we keep him caged up, too,” she hissed quietly. “We continue using these awful creations to keep him contained!”

“Only for now,” Dr. Briefs replied, hating the words coming from his mouth. “I know he has been through a horrendous ordeal. I know that he will awake betrayed, scared, and humiliated, but we cannot take the risk of allowing him to come to full power. We—“

“Trap him,” Bulma shot back. “Dad, if we show him that we trust him, he won’t attack us! This idea is terrible. He’s going to wake up and know that his energy is gone. He’s going to know that we’re imprisoning him, too!”

“Not if we don’t tell him.” The collected old man felt disgusted in himself. Normally trusting and helpful, Teddy Briefs could not believe the idea himself, feeling like a monster for even thinking of trapping and lying to the saiyajin prince. They were going to manipulate his body, just like the cruel humans who had tortured him for hours.

“We find a way to control his energy,” he continued. “We find a way to modify this microchip so it keeps his power level low and unattainable. When he awakes, we will act as though we are not sure why his energy is not returning. Perhaps he was administered far too much of his ki-barring solution and it had extreme effects on his body and mind. Perhaps it will return in a few days. However, we won’t know why his energy is not returning.”

Bulma could only stare at her father, mouth agape. Everything she had ever known about her dad was crumbling as the intelligent little man envisioned the traitorous plan right in front of her and the unconscious saiyajin. Seeing the horror on his daughter’s beautiful face was too much and the man appeared twenty years older suddenly.

“It is only for a little bit,” he pleaded, trying to convince himself, as well. “If he wakes up and poses no danger to us, we will remove the chip. He may very well wake up and be back to his normal self. If that is the case, there will be no need to lie to him. This is merely a precaution.”

Feeling burning tears stinging her eyes, Bulma turned away, her fingers suddenly nestling in Vegeta’s silky black hair. She could not believe that her loving and carefree father could concoct such a disloyal plan, but what hurt the most was that she understood him. As much as Vegeta had behaved himself since his return to Earth, she had no idea what kind of person he would be after these nightmarish two days. Still, the thought of knowingly trapping his energy inside of him tore at Bulma’s heart. She knew that she carried the blame for his tortures, as she and Skip had been the ones who designed the energy-trapping poison in the first place, but now she was going even further to bar his ki after he was in a “safe-space.”

Turning tear-filled eyes to her father, Bulma nodded. “I’ll go to the lab and look.”

Dr. Briefs looked like he hated to be alive. “Please do.” He stepped aside as his blue-haired daughter walked past. “And Bulma? Don’t tell Goku.”
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