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The Depurification Of Son Goku
By : FaroreRose
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Vegeta hovered over the orb watching the gray clouds swirl and turn inside of the glass. Mirai no Koishi was polished smooth and had the effect of looking into a miniature crystal ball. It was the only piece of the past that Vegeta had left in his possession, the only thing that he could not bear to lose. ~ Why did I take it out in the first place? ~ He couldn't remember retrieving it from its hiding place, but he did remember looking into the ball for a few hours before falling asleep the night before he left on his excursion for Bulma.
He reached out; It felt exquisitely delicate in the palm of his hand like a priceless egg that threatened to fall. Vegeta had always kept it wrapped within a scarf, locked away in a small box, and tucked within his old armor.
Only recently had he thought about the heirloom passed down to him by his mother. It was originally meant for the queen's firstborn daughter, being passed down through the women of his family. Not having any female children, Queen Sarada gave it to her eldest son. It was the last memory Vegeta had of his mother before the destruction of their world.
He drifted...
// The throne room was empty as the young Prince Vegeta peeked out from behind one of the large stone pillars lining the main walkway. Even though no one was around, Vegeta still felt a strong presence that was all too familiar to him. Frieza was meeting with his father in one of the smaller chambers beyond the entrance hall. The great tyrant gave off such potent energy that you couldn't help but feel the air thicken around you when he walked by. It wasn't his power that you could feel. It was his pure malice, and the prince would come to know it.
Vegeta had already been working for Frieza for a few years under strict instructions from the king. He was not to questions the lizard's commands under any circumstances. That was his father's number one rule. The King was mighty, but Prince Vegeta knew that he was also afraid, and so Vegeta obeyed.
The deep pride instilled in him from birth would have prevented him from disclosing anything that would cause his family shame. Frieza did as he pleased. He commanded, and Vegeta adhered. No questions were asked; Vegeta already knew the answers. All it took was seeing his mother's face.
She tip-toed into the throne room wearing one of her formal nightgowns. It flowed lightly around her ankles as she crept, desperately trying not to make any noise to alert the king or their guest to her presence. Vegeta could see a clear look of fear and worry on her slender face. Sarada's head whipped back and forth searching the room from top to bottom; her eyes landed on her son standing behind the farthest pillar closest to the king's throne. The light from a crescent moon shone in through the high rectangular windows lining the walls of the palace, placing a pale glow across the prince's face. The queen's eyes darkened, and Vegeta could see plainly that she was bereaved.
She walked closer, arms outstretched towards him. Quietly she scooped her son up into her chest. Cradling the small Saiyan, she hurried back out of the throne room, through the left side passageway, heading down towards the chambers of his father's elite guard. Two of the men stood with their backs against either narrow wall whispering to each other.
Vegeta squirmed to break free of his mother, much too old now to be seen being held this way. Sarada held on tight, lightly digging her nails into his side; silently, she shushed him. The prince gave in, looking up at her questioningly. He could feel the eyes of the guards against him. Without looking, Vegeta could sense their pondering.
The men stiffened, bowed to the queen and their prince, and straightened up to let Sarada pass by. The interaction was soundless. Not even footsteps could be heard. Looking back over his mother's shoulder, Vegeta could see the grim shadows across the faces of the guards. A black ink was spilled within the palace that night. It stifled every breath behind the stone walls, leaving a dark stain on the air.
Tenderly Sarada stroked the back of her son's head, patting his leg where she had dug her nails. Her pace quickened the further down the passage they went. Soon they were running around corners and skipping over the threshold into the lower castle armory. Vegeta bounced in the queen's arms, attempting to calculate why his mother refused to put him down. She was much stronger than he was. He knew physically resisting her would be pointless. And so he remained looking at the path behind them until she gently placed him down on his feet next to the round pod lockers.
Sarada's face had always not only been beautiful but calm and focused. Her features were light with full even lips and round honey eyes. Her black hair always hung down in long thin spikes that fell in waves down to her elbows.
Now her face was sullen. Dark circles were painted under her eyes, and her hair was pulled back tight. She turned away from Vegeta pressing her hand against one of the locker pods. It popped open with a quick hiss, sliding out like a vertical drawer from the wall. Inside of the pod was lower rank battle armor. Sarada glanced at the prince.
Her voice was low and grave as she spoke, “My son, you mustn't speak a word of this to anyone.” Her eyes watered, and Vegeta froze, looking through his mother's face. He had never seen her cry. The queen had always firmly held back her tears. She shook him by the shoulders. “Vegeta! Listen to me!” Sarada clenched her teeth and swallowed the lump in her throat and anger in her voice.
“Vegeta...” Her tone lowered. The prince looked at his mother with wide eyes, making his babyish features stand out. “They are to call you out to board Frieza's personal ship. . . He wants to continue your training.” Her frown narrowed.
“Mother, I've just returned from our scouting mission!” Vegeta shook his head and crossed his arms. “How could father allow this? It has only been two days!” He wondered why such a thing would make his mother cry. “You aren't telling me something.” Vegeta knew it was true. His mother was hiding the reason for the panic behind her eyes.
“It isn't the time for asking questions right now, Vegeta. Do as I say.” Forever calm with her orders but always firm, her brows knitted together when she spoke. “Do not be afraid. Become stronger, and never let your pride falter.”
This was an order; Vegeta could tell. The queen was easy enough to read. She meant what she spoke no matter in what context or company. The prince understood this to mean that he could very well be gone from his home for a long time. His little features hardened.
“When will I return?” Learning to detach himself at a young age, Vegeta's voice was flat and stoic.
“...I do not know...Lord Frieza favors you... He has the means to make you stronger, Vegeta.”
Vegeta's face flared, his passiveness coming to an end. “I can get stronger on my own! I don't need someone else telling me what to do all of the time! One day...I will be king, and I will destroy Frieza.”
Sarada turned away from him to hide her face. “Vegeta, I will not argue with you. Not now. You will obey your father's orders when he gives them to you.” She slipped her gown down over her shoulders. It fell to the floor. The queen wore a blue suit beneath her dress. With shaking hands, she slipped the armor from the pod over her head.
Vegeta's eyes burned into her back as she leaned down and picked up her gown. Hidden in its waves was sewn a palm-sized pocket. The queen dipped her fingers inside of it. Pulling out a miniature round satchel. She stepped back towards the prince slowly stroking the satchel with her thumb. Hesitantly, she held it out to him.
“Son,...Your thirst for strength and battle will live one throughout your life. It is in your blood. I can only hope that your anger does not last as well...” She spoke to him softly. Placing the satchel in his hands, she wrapped his fingers around it with her own and bent to look him in the eye, “Vegeta...” Her tears welled again, and Vegeta could not think of what to do other than look down at the object that she had presented him with.
“This is something that has been in our family for a very long time. It has lived before on Sadala, our lost homeworld. Mira no Koishi... it is priceless.” She breathed in, letting the air fill her lungs slowly before releasing Vegeta's hands and placing her own on either side of his face. Sarada placed a small kiss on her son's forehead then pulled his eyes upward to meet her own.
The prince held the satchel tightly. Through the fabric, he could feel the orbs smooth surface.
“Vegeta.” The queen continued to speak, “Listen to it when you are lost. Mira no Koishi lead me to you, … my greatest happiness. It will help guide you to your destiny as well.” She removed her fingers from his cheeks and stood.
Sarada stifled the emotion in her face once more, looking down at Vegeta with an expression that was both hard and caring. “If your destiny is to defeat Frieza, Mira no Koishi will show you the way. Keep it hidden; never reveal it to anyone. They will surely take it from you, Vegeta.” She turned away from him, clenching her fists. “Make your way back up to the training grounds through there...” The queen pointed towards a ramp-like hallway in the back of the room leading up to one of the courtyards just beyond the first-floor entrance.
His mother took two steps back the way they had come before pausing. “Vegeta, … I love you.” //
It was the last time that Vegeta would see his mother. He gazed back down at the orb remembering their last moments. - What am I missing, Mother? What didn't you tell me? - He squinted, rolling Mira no Koishi in his hand. - What a bunch of ancient nonsense! -
Vegeta had lost faith in his heirloom years ago. His disappointment began on planet Namek when he had taken Goku into Frieza's ship to heal. It was then he had retrieved Mira no Koishi from it's hiding. To his surprise, it had begun to fog up and swirl with a fine gray mist.
After some time, Vegeta wondered if the orb was reacting to the presence of Bulma who was also on Namek at the time. He soon realized this to be false. But now, the mist had transformed into a dense fog. It was almost hypnotizing to look into.
Vegeta pulled his gaze from it and instead found himself staring at the ruffled area of his bed where Goku had slept beside him. He remembered thinking that the warmth from the other Saiyan was the feeling of sunlight. If anything could describe Goku it would be the feeling of sunlight. ~ Where did you run off to? ~ Vegeta walked around to his closet, wrapped the orb in its fabric prison, and placed it back within his hiding spot.
~It's not like I could track him if I tried... Not with his power so low.~ He shook his head. ~Why do I even care? This isn't even any of my business... Just a selfish need for more power … I understand this. But still … ~
Goku was the only one capable of pushing Vegeta beyond his limits. Without him, the prince would never reach his full potential. There were no limits to his power with an opponent such as Kakarot. This was the cruel reality that Vegeta had learned to face with acceptance and calm breath.
~ Fuck … ~ It was his problem, and he knew it.
He took one last look into his closet before shutting the door.
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