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To Win A Royal Heart By Kami Kaze Part 9 "Vegeta?" The voice rang out into the room, but went unanswered. "Vegeta?!!!!!" The voice grew louder amidst the panting that filled the thick, moist air, a ki blast sounding shortly after."VEGETA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "WHAT!?" Vegeta screamed back twice as loud as he pressed the small button next to the intercom. "It’s about time." Bulma said grumpily. "Trunks and Gohan just returned from Planet Hirobi. They managed to bring back a small amount of Elusyium back; it should be enough for me to make the box." Vegeta stared at the intercom for a few seconds, his eyes then closing briefly in a silent prayer to Kami. "Good. Get working on it. I want Kakarott back within the week." Bulma snorted loudly. "A week? Dream on, Vegeta. If you want it done that fast, you’d better get your sorry butt…" "I SAID, I want him back within the week." He said, his voice icy. "Understood?" "Whatever, Vegeta." The intercom clicked off loudly. "Hn. Stupid woman." Vegeta muttered, turning away from the intercom to lean against the control panel of the gravity room. "Just get him back," he whispered softly, a halfhearted scowl creasing his brow as he ran his hand through his hair. "Not that I care or anything…" *** Vegeta glared out the window of his pod; it had been nearly two weeks since they had left Frieza’s ship, and would be landing in less than a week on Zablyn 5; which had the unfortunate future of being wiped out completely by himself and…his bodyguard. Goku. The source of his anger and resentment at the moment. "How could he be so strong…so powerful?" Vegeta mumbled to himself, his eyes narrowing out into the vast darkness of space. "He is one of the strongest I’ve ever felt, aside from Frieza, but how is that possible? He must be damn near close to my own level. Why wasn’t that felt when they scanned him? There’s no way he could have improved that much in so little time." Vegeta continued to talk to himself. He blinked, his head turning slightly as a thought dawned on him. "Unless…he was shielding himself…" Vegeta’s eyes narrowed into slits as the idea tumbled around his mind. Why would the man feel the need to shield himself…or why would he not want the officials to sense his true power? With a shake of his head he leaned forward and cocked his head so that he could see the pod next to him, about thirty miles to the east. "This man is getting more and more mysterious; I must know more about him, but it’s nearly impossible to pry, as no one knows anything about him." He frowned, his teeth grinding together. "Maybe if I corner that half-breed son of his…" His eyes gleamed, an evil smirk lifting one side of his lip. Vegeta sat back in his seat, crossing his arms. Perhaps that plan would work. Perhaps not. But it was worth a try, after all. When the two of them returned, he would make sure to pay a visit to "Goten". The more he thought about this, the better the idea sounded. Hurting the boy would normally be the first tool he would use to get the information he wanted, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it; he couldn’t even think about doing it, and that bothered him. He didn’t want to anger or hurt Goku, and hurting his son would most definitely do just that. He had already figured that they had a relationship like no other saiyan father and son he knew; it was normal in saiyan culture to be a teacher to your son early on, and later allies, but certainly not friends; and that’s what he had seen when he watched the two together… friendship on a close and personal basis. "Ch…I would call them both soft, if I didn’t already know their power and fighting skill." He muttered, his chin resting in his hand. There was a bigger problem though; one he didn’t really wish to delve to deeply into. Why was he suddenly so worried about hurting someone? He had never been worried about such a thing before. Now he was taking precautions so as not to upset Goku…why the hell should he care?! Vegeta argued quietly with himself, his arms crossing tightly across his muscled chest, a deep scowl wrinkling his brow. "Who cares about the baka? Certainly not I…" He said, wishing it were true; he knew it was not, that he was lying to himself. He found the man terribly attractive, and had started to grow attached to him. Vegeta sighed, his face softening. Goku was extremely strong, and talented in the art of battle; however, he had a very strange gentleness to him like he’d never seen before…perhaps in some alien cultures, but never on Planet Vegeta, and not on Frieza’s ship, that was for sure. The gentleness he would normally label as a character fault, but in this case, it made Goku more appealing…more mysterious. "And there we are…back to the mystery of the man." Vegeta sighed. Perhaps that was his biggest attraction; mystery. Vegeta shook his head again, disgusted with himself. *** Goku’s restless sleep was interrupted by a loud shout; snorting, his eyes snapped open, immediately focusing on Vegeta’s face smirking from the screen before him. "Goku, we’re about to land. Ready yourself, it’s going to be a hard landing." Goku nodded mutely, staring out the window at the large green planet before him, his pod descending at an alarming rate. His ride became bumpy as he passed through the planet’s gassy atmosphere, then smoothed into a free fall to the planet’s surface where he landed with a large explosion that rattled his teeth and bones. Less than a minute later, he heard and felt another explosion, figuring it to be Vegeta’s pod landing a few miles away. After determining his pod was unharmed in the landing, Goku flew to Vegeta, who was staring off into the distance, frowning. "Well, here comes the welcoming committee." He smirked, turning to look at Goku. "Get ready. It’s time." He grinned evilly, doing a few stretches, lazily looking off into the distance where a fleet of flying craft was headed towards them. Goku felt the sweat running down his face, his heart thumping madly in his chest. He watched in horror as Vegeta yawned, then raised his hand toward the nearing fleet. "I’ll start the war if you don’t mind." Vegeta stated, not giving him time to respond as the prince lifted his other hand, wrists bent, palms upwards. Short quick ki blasts flew from Vegeta’s hands, hitting one craft after another, sending some to the ground in a pile of metal, smoke and fire and others simply exploded on impact. Goku stood helplessly, his mouth slack as the last craft exploded. Vegeta smirked, staring at the smoky remains in the distance. "Hn. That was just too easy. Lets go find their base." He said, bursting into the air. Goku quickly followed, saying a little prayer to Kami first. Before long, they found exactly what Goku was hoping they wouldn’t find; a military base, surrounded by a large amount of what looked like civilian homes. Vegeta began his attack on the military base before any of them had time for warning, his large blasts ripping through the large complex and setting it ablaze. Screams of pain and terror reached Goku’s all-to-sensitive ears, making him cringe, his stomach knotting in disgust. The base was now gone, destroyed along with any living being that had occupied it, which had to be hundreds, if not thousands. Goku gasped as Vegeta turned from his destruction to settle his ambitions on the village that surrounded one side of the base. "V…Vegeta…come on, we don’t have to do this NOW, do we? I mean, couldn’t we go find something to eat? Aren’t you hungry?" Goku asked lamely, cringing inwardly as Vegeta turned to look at him incredulously. "What? We’re here to have a glorious battle, and all you can think about is food?! We can eat LATER, Goku! Now come on, we can have this little village destroyed in minutes. Then we move onto the next, which, according to our map, is only about fifty-seven miles away. Vegeta flew closer to the village, it’s inhabitants screaming and running in the opposite direction. "But…Vegeta, wait!" Goku cried out, flying quickly after the teenager and grabbing his arm to halt him. Vegeta snarled, glancing back. "What is your problem, Goku? If you have one, say it!" Goku swallowed. "Fine. I don’t want to kill these people." He said quickly, his eyes darting past Vegeta to watch as small children were rushed into a small patch of forest outside of the village. "Don’t want to kill them? What are you saying? Why not? This is what we came here for, for crying out loud!" Vegeta shook his head as if baffled. "Did you hit your head when we landed? Why the hell wouldn’t you want to attack?!" "I just…don’t.." Goku responded quietly. "I…I don’t kill unless I have to, Vegeta-sama." "Ch…whatever. You stay here, I have a job to finish." Vegeta growled before ripping himself out of Goku’s grip. He swiftly approached the village from high above, sending blast after blast into it’s streets, destroying primitive buildings, manicured lawns and precious fountains and sculptures that marked the alien species as being sensitive to the arts. Goku reached Vegeta just as he had focused on the small shaded area that marked the patch of forest where Goku knew the children were being kept. "NO!" He shouted, anger flaring within him. Vegeta turned, ready with an acidic comment, but he froze as Goku’s anger powered him from within. Goku growled, his fists clenched at his sides. "Don’t you dare kill those children…they’re innocent!" He managed to say through clenched teeth. He thought the teenage prince was well side tracked, until his trademark smirk appeared within seconds, his arm lifting to point behind him towards the forest. "So try and stop me, you who dare give commands to your prince." Vegeta said with a laugh. The laugh died as Goku’s growl grew louder, his knuckles going white as they clenched tighter, his head dipping so that his chin nearly rested on his chest. He glared at Vegeta, and in return, Vegeta’s eyes grew wide. ‘What the fuck is happening…his….power, it’s…it’s getting stronger!’ He cried out mentally, as the power he was feeling surpassed that of even Frieza. Goku still glared, a snarl of anger ripping itself from his throat. As the snarl sounded, the ki surrounding the man jumped drastically, and Vegeta could only stand and watch in absolute terror as Goku’s black eyes seemed to fade, bleeding black into green, his mass of ebony spikes lifting with an unnatural wind as it exploded into a haze of golden spiky locks. "Oh my…god…oh my god…" Vegeta muttered, floating backwards away from Goku, his eyes wide with shock, arms gripped against his stomach protectively. ‘What the fuck is this, what the holy fucking hell is this!? He’s a super saiyan? No…no, more, he has to be! That power….he’s…he’s a fucking GOD!’ Vegeta screamed at himself, his mind suddenly blank as he felt himself grow light headed. ‘Oh shit..no! NO!’ "NO! Please, oh God please don’t kill me, I’m too damned young!" was his last words before he fainted. Goku blinked, his anger dissipating slightly as the young man’s words reached his ears, and he quickly darted forward to catch him as he fell. "Kill you?" Was all Goku could say as he stared down at the limp form in his arms. He had let his anger get the best of him, had gone super saiyan before he could stop himself, and now…there was no way Vegeta would think it a dream this time. "Why does it seem like I make some of the stupidest mistakes around you, Vegeta?" He asked softly, letting his thumb run over the young man’s lips softly. "You bring out the worst in me, you know that, don’t you?" He continued, a small smile lifting his lips before he brought them down upon Vegeta’s in a chaste kiss. As he lifted his head from Vegeta’s warm mouth, the prince inhaled deeply, his eyes snapping open. After a moment of confusion, the same terror that had shown in his dark orbs earlier returned, his body frozen in Goku’s grasp. He hated himself at that moment…hated his weakness compared to this…man-god, hated his fear as it rolled off of him in waves; the smell of his cowardice sickened him, and his shoulders slumped slightly as he realized it probably had the same effect on Goku. Goku would surely hate him now…wouldn’t respect him or see him as a powerful and mighty prince, but as a sniveling brat, who happened to be apart of the saiyan royal family. Suddenly he felt like he could cry, which both confused and repulsed him. Tears welled up despite his inner struggle and a choked whimper sounded from his throat. "Vegeta…" Goku began, really having no idea what to say. He didn’t have a clue what was going through the teenager’s mind at that moment; at first the young man had looked terrified, then angry…now he was crying. "Vegeta…I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s what you think." Goku continued, then remembered Vegeta’s words before he had passed out. "Or kill you for that matter. I would never kill you… I couldn’t." His words were soft as he said this, his own eyes shining with moisture. How he wished he could hold his ‘own’ Vegeta like this, say these words. But it was so much harder with the Vegeta from the future; he was much colder, not to mention the fact that he could barely stand Goku’s presence. Vegeta suddenly realized how he was being held and growled, jumping out of Goku’s arms and landing a few feet away. He couldn’t help but stare at the "man" before him, whose golden hair and green eyes were so different from that of the ebony haired warrior he had begun to…like so much. "Are you a God?" He asked simply, watching as Goku coughed and sputtered at his question. "A…A God!? Heck no! Are you kidding? I’m just…Goku." He said with a goofy grin, immediately powering down. He enjoyed watching the look on Vegeta’s face as he returned to his normal self; the look of awe that was plastered over the prince’s face was one that Goku had never seen before upon the future Vegeta’s face. "Then what…" He quieted as Goku stepped forward, pressing a finger to his lips. "Shh…don’t ask questions, especially ones I can’t answer. I’ll tell you this, my prince. There are things about me I cannot tell you, for if I did, it may change…the future. So please, do not ask, for I cannot tell you. Just leave it at that." He smiled, until his eyes lifted to the sky, finding a large legion of aircraft moving towards them at high speed. "Uh oh…" He muttered softly, Vegeta’s eyes widening slightly before he spun to size up the airborne army sneaking up on them. "Vegeta…before you do anything…what would happen if we were to leave this planet, without killing everyone?" Vegeta turned slowly, not meeting his eyes at first. Squaring his shoulders, he tipped his head back, eyes showing no emotion as he opened his mouth. "Well. They cannot kill you, you are too powerful; and he would not outright kill me, as that would ruin his alliance with my father. But, ‘Mistakes’ happen, you know. Who knows what kind of sick torture Frieza would try to deal to me for not following his orders. Then they would probably tell my father, the king, that I was lost on a mission. Of course, they’d have to catch and defeat me first, no easy task; but I’d rather not tempt it right now. Perhaps later." He looked at Goku as if asking permission to go, and Goku looked at him blankly in return. Things had taken a rather strange turn, and he was now in a very uncomfortable position. If he did not let Vegeta continue with the orders, he would never be able to leave Vegeta’s side, as he would have to be there to protect him; and while that was tempting, he had to get back to his Vegeta…the Vegeta of the future. "Go." He said softly, pain etching lines into his face as his decision tore his soul apart. Vegeta nodded, then turned his back to Goku and lifted into the sky. Goku stayed where he was, watching as Vegeta single handedly wiped out the entire army within minutes. Two days later, the planet was completely void of any living-humanoid life forms, with the exception of two. Goku sat with his head hanging, waiting for Vegeta to return. He had cried a thousand tears since the prince had left to finish Frieza’s order, and now, sitting on the ground in front of a dying fire, he felt void of happiness, his spirit crushed. He had just allowed thousands of people to die…a whole species had been wiped out, and he had allowed it to happen. He sighed, then lifted his head to stare through the strange trees to the west of him as he felt the familiar ki returning. Vegeta landed a dozen feet from Goku, spattered with blood and dirt; Goku was on his feet immediately asking if Vegeta was all right, to which all he received was a simple nod. Of course, Goku suddenly realized, that the blood was not Vegeta’s. They sat in silence as both suns slipped over the horizon, replaced by two oval shaped blood red moons. Goku lay back, staring up at the darkening sky. His emotions were a mess, though he was trying to tell himself that if he had stopped the massacre, it could have changed the future, for the worse. He glanced sideways as Vegeta followed suit by laying on his back, their elbows touching lightly as their arms cradled their heads. He moved his eyes upwards again, staring out into space wondering where earth was; not that it made much of a difference at that point- he was beyond space at the moment, on the other side of some strange time rift. Frowning lightly, he wondered what was happening back home, and if perhaps Bulma and her father were working on getting himself and Goten home. Home. Something he hadn’t truly thought of in a while; after Chi Chi left, he and Goten had shared the house. Then just a few months back, Goten had moved in with Trunks at the Capsule Corp, so it had been quite lonely. With the exception of his daily sparring with Vegeta. Vegeta…"I wonder if he misses me? Probably not. He probably doesn’t even care that I’m gone." He sighed softly, then turned his head, realizing he was being stared at. Vegeta watched Goku closely as his face gave way to a myriad of emotions. He wondered what was going through the man’s mind that was causing such obvious fluctuations; but if he knew that, he’d probably understand the whole mystery that surrounded him. Vegeta turned so that he was laying on his side, just inches from Goku’s body; he closed his eyes briefly, feeling the warmth of the muscled body before him and breathing the man’s scent in deeply. ‘Why am I so attracted to him? I’ve never…been attracted to anyone before; But his power…what I wouldn’t give to feel that power." Vegeta’s eyes glazed slightly as they wandered down Goku’s body, following the curves that were shown off quite well in the saiyan armor. Suddenly dark eyes were upon him, returning his gaze; they stared at each other for minutes before Goku turned onto his side to fully face him. Goku found himself drawn to the young man, his loins stirring as the memory of a recent dream flashed into his mind. Licking his lips, he turned towards Vegeta, looking down at the smaller figure, whose eyes were already glazed with unhidden lust. Very slowly, Goku leaned forward, his arm reaching over the small body to brace himself against the ground at Vegeta’s side. His lips brushed against Vegeta’s temple, grazed his cheek, then slid down to nip the teenager’s lips softly. A low moan sounded from below him as muscled arms slipped around his shoulders to encircle his neck, pulling him closer for a deeper kiss. The kiss was clumsy; a spike of pleasure burst through Goku’s belly as he realized this was probably Vegeta’s first kiss ever. He was gentle, prying the young man’s lips open and slowly running his tongue over the velvet-soft lips before slipping it into the sweetness awaiting him. Goku sighed as their tongues twisted against each other in gentle exploration. Pulling away slightly, he paused to suck softly on Vegeta’s lower lip , his eyes opening a crack to stare into the dark glazed depths that gazed drunkenly at him. Guest Main Page / Chapter 8 / Chapter 10 |