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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
Category: Missing Data > Missing Data
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Seven Years Later

Goku is waiting for Vegeta to finish talking to the alien behind the desk when something catches his eye. He walks over to a large slate board that has an assortment of parchment ads tacked to it; one of which has Vegeta’s face on it. There is also one of Raditz and one of Nappa and there is another significantly newer one that he could have mistaken for himself if it hadn’t been for the hair. And the tormented expression. He tears it down and quickly shoves the crumpled paper in his pocket before Vegeta walks over with a smirk and asks him what he's looking at.

“You.”

“That's from a long time ago.”

“I know. What does it say?”

Vegeta tilts his head and pulls it off the board for a better look

He points to the biggest blotch of symbols. “Warning. Extremely dangerous. …” then he points to another, “Do not approach.” His finger begins tracing the lines of symbols down the page, “Call… authorities if sighted… Saiyan male wanted for… murder, of course.” He snorts and tilts his head back and forth with amusement as he names the rest of the charges, “Arson, trespassing, public indecency, war crimes to include… genocide, mass destruction of… I don't know the translation for this one… federation land? Galactic property, maybe. …What? Cannibalism? I’ve never eaten a Saiyan.” He frowns and scrutinizes another line, but never translates it. “I don't think I ever did that either ... Tch. Maybe I did. ...I think it's gone down since the last time I cared to check.” He taps his finger on the large printed blocks at the bottom. “But I'm still worth a lot if you ever want to turn me in.”

Goku wraps his arms around him and leans his chin on Vegeta's shoulder as he looks down at the page and frowns, “Humm, I don’t get it. It says wanted but none of those are the reasons why I want you.”

Vegeta throws the paper on the ground and sends a sly look over his shoulder, “And why do you want me?”

He tilts Vegeta's head up and into a kiss. Then he begins pressing him against the slate wall.

“Can you wait five minutes? We’re about to have accommodations fit for Gods we are.” Goku whines as Vegeta pushes him off and pulls him into a bath house.
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It wakes him suddenly and he bolts up from the bed Kakarot was trying to take over completely by splaying out his arms and legs in a way that did not look at all comfortable to Vegeta.

He doesn’t have a lot of time. It never lasted long. He quickly finds a window and heads to the roof of the alien establishment. He looks up at the sky and thinks, this was still the closest he’s ever felt it. With enough power a blast could definitely reach it. His aim was accurate, he would not miss. He raises his palm toward the sky and it begins to glow.

The ki signature is loud and violent. Reckless, even. Vegeta knows the source is hurting himself by producing it. He knows because he has been guilty of the same behavior. His palm drops a little as he considers if it was worth it anymore. He wonders, too, if Kakarot would notice. And if he did, what he would think. “… .. .” He feels the energy begin to fade and he re-aims because he might not have another chance like this. It was happening less and less and he might never be this close again. But as the energy signature disappears, the ki never leaves his palm. His arm drops to his side as he continues staring up at the sky for several long quiet moments.

Another energy suddenly appears right behind him. He laughs softly as their arms wrap around his waist because he could feel that the energy behind him had not bothered to put clothing on.

“What’re ya doin’ out here?” Goku says sleepily, his head already falling onto the comfortable refuge that was Vegeta’s shoulder.

“Just… getting some air.”

“Mm. Hey…” Goku mumbles.

“What?” He answers quietly

“You ‘member when you asked me if I could ever still feel my tail?” Vegeta’s brows crinkle as he tries to remember. “I can feel it right now. You wanna know what it’s doin’?”

“...Sure.”

“It’s like…” He struggles to try and describe the unfamiliar feeling of a phantom limb. “Tryna… hug ya.”

Vegeta chuckles. “Is that what it’s doing?”

“Yeah…” His arms hold a little tighter, “Why, what’s yours doin’?”

“Hnn...” He turns around and faces Goku with a slight, but genuine smile. “I guess... it’s trying to return the favor.” And he leans into him with closed eyes and breathes deeply. Revenge is not worth you. I don’t know why… I ever thought it was.
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Another long boring day in the labs working on bullshit. Though her brother was good on his word and never told anyone what she did, he still managed to lord it over her every chance he got, using it as a way to bind her destructive creativity at every turn. For the safety of humanity, of course. Now she was stuck in administration doing paperwork and grants and proposals. Which weren’t just a waste of her potential, they were also impossibly time consuming.

She rolls her eyes as another email pings her phone reminding her she is behind on a particular project she wasn’t interested in finishing, then grins as a welcome distraction walks in.

“Goku! Just the Saiyan I was looking for!” She leans back in her chair and kicks out from the desk and he smiles brightly at her. “I didn’t expect you to be back already. Did you bring plenty of fun space tech for me to play with?”

“Yeah.” He pulls out a couple capsules. “And we found a lot of that metal too.”

She takes them and stashes them in a lock drawer filled with dozens of other capsules she hasn’t been able to explore under the oppressive shadow of her brother’s corporate ‘ethics.’

He softly crinkles something in his pocket, "I found something else too…” He hands her a piece of worn parchment and she finds herself staring at a very familiar face.

"Oooh, what’s this?” She sits up with wide eyes, “He’s alive?!”

Goku nods.

“How interesting…. I assumed he’d been dead this whole time.” A wide grin stretches across her face. “What does it say?”

He studies it silently for a few moments before pointing at a group of symbols, “...This word is, ‘danger.’ This one is, ‘Saiyan.’ And that’s a number but I don’t know how much.”

“It looks like a big number.” She smirks as she reclines back and throws her feet up on her desk. “He must be popular to get this kind of attention." She holds it up and compares it to Goku, “You're lucky no one's tried to hunt you down for this.”

He shifts and laughs uncomfortably. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“So. What do you want me to do with it?" She asks and begins folding it into a paper airplane.

He shrugs, "I just... wanted to tell someone."

"And you thought I'd be the only one who wouldn't tear your head off or what?" He nods. " ...Do you miss him?" She asks curiously.

He fidgets with a paperclip on her desk, “No. But sometimes… I can sense him.” he admits quietly.

She sits up in her chair, “Really? I haven't been able to sense him since he- …” she hesitates because she’s not exactly sure what happened that day, no one ever did give her the full story no matter how hard she pried, “… left.“

He turns and tilts his head up toward the ceiling. “Most the time I can’t either...”

“...But?” She gestures and he reluctantly continues.

“But sometimes… He’s there. First, it’s small, like he’s whispering. I can barely sense him. Then, it’s loud… really loud. Like he’s screaming or- or trying to call out. With his ki. Not to me. Just… to someone. Anyone, maybe.”

“Hmm… Is it always in a pattern when you feel it? Low then high then silent?”

He furrows his brows thoughtfully, “No. Lately there is less… screaming.” He looks at Bra, “In the beginning he used to do it all the time. He would just... explode. From nothing. And he would stay like that for a few minutes, then go back to nothing and I wouldn’t sense him again until a few weeks later when he’d explode somewhere else. The whispering is new… he started doin' that in just the last year or two, maybe.”

“Huh. Very interesting. I wonder what he’s doing out there…” She spins around in her wheeley chair a few times, “He continues to elude us as one of the great mysteries of the universe. ...Does my dad sense him too?”

His face goes through several bothered expressions, “...There have been times when… I know he should have. But... he’s never said anything.” There is a long silence before he takes his cue to exit, “Thanks.”

She continues her spinning, “Anytime~” and wonders if she’s the only one who missed him. Because if nothing else, he’d been such a good test subject.
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He sits in the wastes of a civilization vacant planet trying to tweak the clicking damaged elements of a metal prosthetic adhered to his body by mismatched bolts and screws. It was barely functional and clearly poorly made. It clicked when it moved and mobility was limited. It could grasp cups, large objects, the occasional neck sure why not, but anything more refined was a painfully impossible task.

It reaches almost all the way up his forearm, stopping just an inch or two shy of his elbow. The skin is grey discolored where the alloy and skin meet. From the juncture come raised blackened lines that twisted and stretched past his elbow to just under his shoulder. There are jagged angry marks left behind from burns and cuts maring his tough Saiyan hide tracking along his right bicep, the side of his ribcage, his neck and across his chest. Even Vegeta had nothing quite like them. Because Vegeta had never experimented with how different metals reacted to massive volumes of Ki being forced through them. Turns out most exploded. Or worse. They melted.

He watches the two suns set in a red sky and stands. He tries to step into a kata he’d done and seen a thousand times on Earth. Even with a creaking chunk of metal hanging off him, he could produce practiced, fluid motions. Step after step of flawless execution. But steps and movements were easy. Anyone could do them. What he struggled with was the same problem he’d always struggled with. Controling the energy that was meant to accompany these motions.

The pain that usually shot all along his right side was at a dull throb today, he is calm enough to begin unlocking his energy little by little from the dark chaos filled box in his head. He has only recently learned how to do that.

He begins to form a ball of light between his palms as he moves. It is barely the size of a quarter. It was such a simple kata. Just move the ki back and forth, from one palm to the other as I move. But the pain worsens and the metal hand has trouble holding it. He calls on more to try and compensate for the unnatural buzzing feeling on his right side, but as soon as he does he feels an uncomfortable wave of vertigo. It shakes him, making him dizzy to the point of vomiting. too much. Too Much! TOO MUCH!

He drops to the ground and pulls his knees to his chest. He begins breathing and counting, running shaking hands through through his hair in anguish as whispers of ki ghost across his skin and around his body. Sometimes he could reign it back in. Sometimes meditation worked. But today, he is tired, so he gives up. He lets the chaos in the box break out. He lets his frustration take hold, and he lets the power he could no longer control flood his body.

He seizes violently against the cold rock ground. Unconscious now, eyes rolled back as he thrashes, ki explodes in shockwaves from him. He wakes up a few minutes later on hard glassed sand and sees small foreign shrubs still in flames around him. He looks at the still white hot metal right hand. Blood seeps from the edges and steams as it makes contact. He lays there, and he cries. Because sometimes... it was the only thing he could do.

Eventually he stops. Eventually he picks himself back up. Eventually he tries the kata again because he’s made a lot of progress so far; he feels good about it. He could almost get half way through it now.
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A//N Ok, and cue my end credit songs "Daddy Issues" by the Neighborhood and "You're somebody else" by Flora Cash because We did it guys. We finally made it. There is no more story to tell.

This chapter originally had some smut and silliness in it because I didn't know how to cap off Vegeta and Goku's growth as a relationship when I first wrote this, and so naturally my reaction to that was, "give the people smut, they love smut." Unfortunately, I finally figured out how to make a half decent ending and I nixed the smut in favor of emotional development. You can still find that very same smut I took out on AO3.
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