Tainted

Tainted
Chapter 6: Vengeance
Pairings: Goku/Vegeta

WARNINGS: This is about male/male relationships if you have a problem with that then I suggest that you go elsewhere.

Notes: Okay, soo maybe Geta did go over board about the babies but what else could he have done?

~V: Sorry to say that you can’t kill Yamcha yet but continue with your training w/ the boys ^_~ and try not to piss-off Vegeta any further. You know how sensitive he is.

~Kaiya: I can’t say anything more without giving away the plot ^_~ I can say you will be surprised (maybe) when Vegeta does get his hands on the person who hurt Goku.

~Maria S: Point well taken. I was going to create a new villain but I was dangerously mad with my husband when I wrote this. So, trying to think creatively was not working for me at the moment, sorry. I hope that this doesn’t deter you from further reading of the story.

~Nelia B: As long as Vegeta is not mad he can think with a clear head ^_~

Now enough of my endless chatter on with the story. Enjoy!

~oOo@oOo~

Bulma ran back into the room after she heard Vegeta yell. Isha didn’t know what to do since she just tht the Saiyan prince. She was scared. She could feel the torrent of emotions rolling off the enraged male.

“QUICK, Isha shot him with a tranquilizer before he kills us all!!!” Bulma shouted at she rounded the corner into the master bedroom.

Vegeta was already powering up to his final stage. No amount of reasoning was going convince him that Yamcha didn’t hurt his mate, but Isha wasn’t fast enough to sedate the royal. Vegeta shot through the roof of the house as he transformed.

“Shimatta! Come-on Isha, we gotta stop him before he reaches Kame house!” Bulma grabbed onto her friend and dragged her through the house and out the door hoping against all hope that they would reach the island in time.

Not missing a beat Bulma tossed her cell phone to Isha while she slammed her foot down on the accelerator of her aircraft. “Dial #5 and tell them that Vegeta’s on his way.”

“Bulma, what the Hell is going on? How did he change like? Who are these people?” Isha frantically asked.

“I’ll explain everything to you later Isha, but right now we gotta stop a blood bath.”

Isha was panting she never been so afraid in her entire life.

~oOo@oOo~

RING! RING!

“I’ll get it!” Krillin said seeing that no body was making a move for the phone anyway.

Eighteen was sitting in the living room with Marron trying to ignore the sight outside the window.

“Yeah, baby! Get it on!” Master Roshi was watching Yamcha ais gis girlfriend make out on the beach but he stopped mid-sentence when Krillin rushed out of the house.

“GUYS! GUYS! It’s Vegeta!”

But it was too late, on the horizon they could see forty feet swells. Vegeta was on his way. This was bad, very very bad.

Vegeta plowed into the medium built Z fighter.

“You lousy piece of shit! I should have killed you the last time that I was here” Vegeta struck Yamcha in the stomach.

Yamcha couched up blood. It felt like his insides were on fire. “I swear Vegeta I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You attack Kakarott!” Again Vegeta struck him. His gloved fist connected with Yamcha’s jaw. Bones rattled under the fierce impact.

“I swear Vegeta, I didn’t” Yamcha coughed up more blood and spit out a tooth.

“LAIR!!!”

Vegeta was going to make him pay. Killing him right a way would spoil any fun that the prince would have, so he was going to drag out this bloody torture session.

“SOME BODY DO *SOMETHING*!” Yamcha’s girlfriend yelled.

“Quiet wench! Or I’ll kill you just for the sport of it” Vegeta told the redhead and to make sure that she remained quiet Vegeta shot a small ki ball at her knocking her unconscious.

“Vegeta, please calm down. We already went through this---”

Krillin was off off sharply. “This Son-of-a-Bitch came into my home and attacked my *mate* and you monk want me to calm down. The Hell with this shit”

The prince snarled and twisted Yamcha’s arm. Bones cracked loudly from the unexpected contortion. A piof tof the humorous protruded through torn skin as blood pooled on the white sand turning it dark.

Eighteen flew straight at the Saiyan but Vegeta had improved a lot since their first and only fight. He dodged the attack that would have made him dislodge his grip on the Z fighter. The android tumbled into the sand cursing all the while.

Vegeta’s tail came about striking Yamcha’s bare skin like a whip leaving angry wilts, but the punishment ceased temporarily as a yellow aircraft landed on the Westside of the house. Bulma and Isha ran to the scene.

“Ge, killing Yamcha won’t help Goku.”

“No, but I will help me.”

“When was Goku attack?” Krillin asked praying to Kami that talking about what happened will help his friend’s unfortunate position.

“I say about two hours ago maybe three.” Isha offered.

“Yamcha didn’t do it. He’s been here all day and has never left” Krillin said.

Some one was playing head games with the Saiyan prince and he didn’t like it especially when it involves his lover.

Vegeta finally let go of the whimpering baseball player. Isha and Bulma helped Yamcha into the house to get him cleaned up and tend to his injuries. Vegeta didn’t follow them into the house he needed to calm himself. What in the world was going on?

~oOo@oOo~

The Saiyan royal didn’t bother to stay around he left once he realized that Goku was alone. He wanted to be there to make sure that he was safe when he wok.
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After Vegeta left, Bulma instructed Isha to go back to Capsule Corp. and wait for her. She handed her friend an extra capsule aircraft. The genius went back into the house to check on Yamcha and his new girlfriend. It was a good thing that they were in separate rooms; Bulma might have choked the holy crap out of the tramp for the mere fact that she way younger than herself and that Yamcha was with her.

Bulma stared hard at her ex-lover wondering why would Goku accuse him of something so dirty. It didn’t make sense but she was going to get some answer because if she didn’t there would be no way to stop Vegeta if Goku was hurt again.

“Okay Yamcha what’s going on?” Bulma poked him in his bruised chest.

“Aacck! Please Bul I don’t know what’s going on” Yamcha weakly answered.

“Bullshit! Do you know that if we hadn’t shown up that Vegeta would have killed you?”

“Hai”

“Now, I want some answers.” Bulma narrowed blue eyes on him “I’ “I’m sorry but I don’t know any thing. Just leave me alone” Yamcha turned over facing the wall being careful of his broken arm.

“Fine. It’s your funeral if anything else happens to Goku.” The Capsule Corp. heiress got up leaving her friend in the semi-darkness of his room.

Yamcha sighed out loud. “Damn bastard! Kami, why is he trying to ruin my life?” He said out loud to no one but himself. The sedative that Isha gave was slowly starting to work as the fighter drifted off to sleep.

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Vegeta stepped into his bedroom and groaned he wasn’t ready to deal with this.

“What are you doing here boy?”

“Hello. I’m fine thanks for asking Vegeta”

“Don’t get flipped with me unless you want me to hand you your ass on a platter. Now, I’m going to ask you one more time, what are you doing here?”

“Bulma called on my cell phone and asked me to come here and look after Dad until you showed up,” the youth answered. He ran long ser fer fingers through short spiked hair.

“You can go now.” Vegeta went straight to Goku without pausing in his step.

“Look Vegeta I know that you don’t like me very much and that’s fine but when something concerns my Dad I have a Right to know about it.” The youth was pushing his luck the prince.

“When I feel that it is necessary to let you know about Kakarott I will inform you but other than that he is my responsibility. Now, leave before I decide to take my anger out on you.”

“Why don’t you cut the tough guy act Vegeta and just admit that you’re scared that you can’t protect Dad”

Well that was something that he shouldn’t have said. Vegeta rounded on the other male. And that’s when all Hell broke loose in the large open space bedroom.

~oOo@oOo~

High above the Earth where the teenage guardian looked down upon the blue planet with a worried expression.

“Piccolo?”

His back was facing the tall warrior. Piccolo was meditating not really concerned about his surroundings. He was seated hovering above the white wash tiles that the Lookout’s keeper, Mr. Popo, kept in pristine condition.

“Yes, Dende. What is it?”

“Um, Goku’s hurt.”

The taller Namek almost fell out of the air when the young guardian said that. “What happened?”

“I’m not sure but Vegeta and Gohan are arguing about it and Gohan is ticking Vegeta off about it. HURRY! Vegeta’s going to hurt Gohan!” Dende yelled.

Without another thought the large warrior drove off the side of the sanctuary praying to himself that he’ll make it in time.

~oOo@oOo~

Vegeta grabbed hold of the impudent male and hauled him off his feet. Even though Gohan was taller than Vegeta the prince managed to lift him off the floor.

“I, Vegeta Prince of All Saiyans, is afraid of *nothing* but you however, should be afraid of me.”

Vegeta lashed out with his free hand only to have his fist caught. “You do not scare me Vegeta. I know that you love my Dad but you can’t always think you you have to be invincible.”

The royal wasn’t fazed by the counter move. Vegeta just merely brought up his knee and nailed Gohan in the stomach. He exhaled what little air that his had in his lungs.

“Who gives you the fuckin’ right to tell me how to protect my mate. Kakarott has been hurt by that lousy piece of shit that you call a friend.” Vegeta spat with distaste.

“I don’t believe that Yamcha did it. He and my Father have know each other way to long for him to do something like that”

“Well, you better pray to Kami or whatever deity that’s watching that it’s not him because if anything else happens to Kakarott I will kill that bastard and no one and I mean no is going to keep me from extracting my revenge.”

Gohan saw the gleam in the prince’s dayes yes and that meant only thing.

“Now, as for you, I do believe that you’ve over stayed your welcome,\" Vegeta said in a low threatening tone.

Gohan gulped. Vegeta reared back getting ready to pound the living day lights out of his mate’s oldest son, there was a loud crash in the front.

“GOHAN!’

Relief swept over his face he recognized the voice. “In here Piccolo!”

“Don’t think that that Namek is going to save you boy.”

Gohan was scared. He’d never seen Vegeta act this way. He couldn’t understand why the prince was more aggressive than usual, but that was best to think about at a later time.

“Vegeta let him go.”

“Get out of my house green bean!”

“Gohan, are you alright?” Piccolo asked his former student.

“Yeah, just a little bruised,” he answered.

“Vegeta, what’s gotten into you?” Piccolo turned his attention to the irate royal.

The small Saiyan snarled. Gohan and Piccolo knew that without Goku around or even Bulma, Vegeta was a nuclear reactor. He was at his capacity and had reached his limited. The strain of dealing with Goku’s emotional state on top of his physical abuse was starting to wear Vegeta down.

The next thing that Gohan knew he was being thrown into another wall. He landed with a sickening thud. He was forcing himself not to black out while stars danced around his head.

Vegeta growled he was heading toward the young male but stopped when he heard-

“Ge-ta”

Goku weakly called out his lover’s name. Vegeta froze all of his anger and hate dissipated in a flash. Vegeta was by Goku’s side.

Piccolo ran over to the older Son. Gohan was barely conscious. Blood twictkled down the side of his mouth as Piccolo lifted him into his arms. Without another word to the prince, the Namek left with his burden.

“Geta. Wha-what-”

“Shh, don’t try to talk Kay. I’m here.” Vegeta hugged his mate.

For the fitimetime in his life his so-called stepson was right. He was scared.

~ TBC ~

A/N: So close but so far away. Can you believe Yamcha’s luck? He’s got more lives that a freakin’ cat. Kami must really have his best interests in mind. Poor Goku, this isn’t easy for him or Vegeta. Have you figured out what’s going on? If not don’t worry more will be revealed in the next chapter ^_~

Nemesis