Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Angelic Demons ❯ Into the light. ( Chapter 3 )

Ok, a few people have asked if this is yaoi, so I suppose it's time I answered, neh? When I originally thought this story up, I was planning on making it yaoi to expand my horizons as a writer, but as I got it started, I wanted to post it on my non-yaoi site, so I steered away from it. I have over forty pages written now. But since so many have shown a yaoi interest within the storyline… I might make an alternate version involving yaoi. I like to please everyone. Once I have my schoolwork under control, I'll begin writing a new version. Thanks for the interest.

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"When are we going to issue our next attack?" Piccolo asked as he looked down at a battle map Vegeta had laid out on a table. Piccolo was a tall green skinned man with sharp nails and teeth. He, like many others, had elf-like ears that gave him a truly demonic appearance. After the Saiyajin prince, Piccolo was the second most feared being in the Yokoshima army.

"As soon as possible and without Daraku's permission."

"What?! Why not? Do you have a death wish?" the Namek shouted angrily. Vegeta was known for having a mind of his own when it came to battle strategies, but he'd prefer to keep his head on his shoulders rather than under Daraku's foot.

"Don't be such a pet, Piccolo! I don't plan on making a full fledge attack to take lives. This is a mission for information. In fact, I'll be going alone straight to the Junsui's main base, which from what I've heard, is like a huge city."

"Information about what? And don't you think you'll stick out like a sore thumb?" Piccolo asked as he motioned toward the Saiyajin's not so angelic wings.

Vegeta growled in annoyance and wrapped his wings around himself so they hooked in the front and gave the appearance of a cape. "I don't plan on just strolling in there, idiot! We have technology for this sort if thing, you know."

"I still don't think it's wise. What do you plan on doing if you get caught?" the Namek asked as he folded his arms. He knew he couldn't talk the prince out of something no matter how hard he tried, but he liked to annoy him nonetheless.

"I won't get caught. And even if someone did spot me, no one person there is strong enough to defeat me. Now if you'd kindly shut up, I'm going to get ready. Tell no one about this, got it?!"

"Whatever. It's your funeral."

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Vegeta waited until nightfall before he quietly and skillfully snuck out of the heavily guarded base. He wasn't staying out of sight because he couldn't leave, but he didn't want snitches running back to Daraku and informing him of his little outing. The Saiyajin's dark black and red armor and wings blended in well with the shadows, making it near impossible for anyone to spot him even if they looked right at him. But he knew that it'd be different once he reached the Junsui base. From what he heard, the city was brightly lit, and the white buildings illuminated the area for miles around. That was why he managed to get his hands on a concealing device. It looked very much like a watch, but once it was set, it could make the wearer invisible to the naked eye for up to an hour.

The time limit could be a problem though.

Vegeta didn't know how long it would take him to find anything worth his interest, and he didn't want to be strolling down busy streets when he became visible again. He could easily take any challenger, but a group of warriors could be a bit of a problem. He'd just have to start heading back when he was down to his last fifteen minutes to be on the safe side. If need be, he'd just reset the device and go back in afterward until he got the information he'd come for.

Vegeta glanced back toward his base to make sure he'd gotten enough distance between it and himself before spreading his wings and taking to the air. He didn't need the wings to fly, but they were handy if he wanted to conceal his ki. And he was surprised at how agile and fast they could allow him to be. The only downside to having them was they made him a larger target for attacks. But over the years he'd learned to compensate for that, and more than once, the extra appendages had proved to help him in some of his battles. The sharp talons on the tip of each finger made for a good weapon when one had no other way to defend himself.

The prince smirked as he remembered the feathery wings Kakarotto had been sporting. What good were those in battle? He couldn't see those things harming anyone unless you planned to tickle someone to death. Maybe that would be one of the questions he'd get answered tonight.

Vegeta glanced up ahead at the brightly lit horizon. The rumors about the bright city were true. If he didn't know any better, he'd think the sun was rising already. It was a wonder the Junsui don't go blind from being exposed to that kind of light all the time. His eyes would certainly need time to adjust once he was close enough.

When the Saiyajin spotted the first few buildings of the city in the distance, he set the concealing device on his arm for a full hour and watched in satisfaction as he became invisible even to himself. He was sure that the Junsui probably had lookouts, so he couldn't wait until he was on top of the city before concealing himself.

With step one complete, the prince continued on to the city.

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Goku kept close to the wall as he slowly peered out from around a corner, checking the hallways thoroughly before stepping out into the open. He had been avoiding ChiChi all night. Ever since he mentioned that he'd been called a Saiyajin, the crazy girl had been casting spells on him in order to rid him of his evil heritage…or trying to at least. The woman wanted to be a sorcerer, but no one had the heart to tell her that she stunk at it. Either way, Goku wanted to get back to his room before she found him again. When there was a large war going on as there was now, all capable fighters stayed inside the main military base. The building was gigantic and was located right in the center of the city, so there were always plenty of rooms and things to do. It was just wise to have all the fighters in one spot in case they were needed in a hurry.

"Goku!"

"EEE!!" The Saiyajin nearly jumped out of his skin as he ducked on the floor and completely concealed himself inside his wings.

"Ummm… I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, but I can still see you when you do that." a woman said as she tapped her foot impatiently.

"Yeah, but I can't see you and that makes me feel better and I---- Wait a minute! You're not ChiChi!" The Saiyajin blinked and emerged from his hiding place as he looked up at Bulma.

"Thank you for noticing. You act like such a child sometimes."

"Sometimes?" Goku asked as he scratched his head.

The blue haired woman chuckled. "No. I was being nice. All the time is more like it. I came to ask you something."

The man jumped up off the floor he had still been sitting on and brushed himself off.

"What?"

"You mentioned that you'd talked to a Saiyajin during the battle today. Was he with the Yokoshima army?" Bulma asked.

"I think so. He was wearing their style of armor. But he had a tail like mine." Goku replied as he motioned toward the furry appendage that was waving around behind him.

The woman smirked as she watched the tail wave back and forth. "Can't you control that thing? I've never seen it stop moving!"

"Nah. It has a mind of its own." the man chuckled.

"Hm. And one more thing. You didn't happen to catch his name did you?"

"Whose name?" Goku asked as he stared at something on the ceiling.

Bulma glared at him, silently cursing his short attention span. "The other Saiyajin, dope!"

The man continued staring up at the white ceiling, leaving Bulma wondering what the heck was so interesting up there. "No. But he looked pretty strong though."

"Can you describe him?" the woman asked. She was aware of a few specific Saiyajins with high rankings in the Yokoshima army, and if her suspicious were correct, there could be a huge problem.

Goku thought a moment before speaking again. "Ummm… He had pointy hair that stood up like a flame and had a widow's peak on his forehead. And he had the black and red bat type wings that I've seen other fighters with. He was shorter than me too."

Bulma gasped a little. The description was vague, but it was all she needed. "Goku! That was Vegeta! He's the leader and strongest fighter of the Yokoshima army! It can't be good that he took an interest in you! What if he tries to get you to join his side?! What if he tries to capture you as a prisoner of war?! What if he's here RIGHT now?!" Bulma paused for a moment and blinked when she noticed the Saiyajin was still staring at the ceiling. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!"

Goku jumped a little and looked at her. "I'm counting the holes in the ceiling."

"What holes?! That's a solid steel ceiling!" the woman cried. She didn't like it when people didn't listen to her.

Goku grinned and rubbed the back of his head. "Well I guess that makes it easier to count then, doesn't it?" The woman wobbled slightly before finally falling over. Her fairy wings twitched slightly as she was rendered helpless. The Saiyajin blinked and looked down at her. "What're you doing? Counting the holes in the floor?"

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Vegeta silently flew over the busy city that was home to the Junsui people. He frowned as he watched several different kinds of creatures travel through the streets like a bunch of ants. If half these people were in the Junsui army, then there could be a problem for his military, but it seemed as if these creatures were no more than civilians. Most of them were mothers towing children behind them as they hurried to their destinations. The prince smirked evilly as he neared the center of the city. It'd be so much fun for him to destroy the entire city right now. They literally would not know what hit them. But for all he knew, Kakarotto was down there too, and he didn't want to blow up the only reason he'd ventured into this disgustingly pure city, now would he?

Vegeta blinked when he noticed a gigantic structure nestled in the middle of the large city.

"They've made this far too easy."

The Saiyajin chuckled as he descended to what was obviously the military base. He quickly checked his watch and noted that he had forty-five more minutes. Thirty if he wanted to give himself the extra fifteen minutes to get out of there without being spotted. Vegeta silently walked up to the front doors and waited for someone to come out before slipping into the already open entryway. He may have been invisible, but people would become suspicious if doors started opening by themselves. He also had to be careful not to get too close to anyone. He was still a solid object, and people would know he was there if they made contact with him. The last thing he needed was to get caught in the middle of the Junsui army base.

Vegeta silently made his way down the sparsely populated hallways. It was late, so he was sure that most soldiers were back in their rooms, which could make this mission very difficult for him. If Kakarotto was in one of the thousands of rooms within this building, then pinpointing his location wouldn't be an easy task. Shifting through all the kis wasn't an option either. He remembered the distinct energy pattern he'd felt from the other Saiyajin during the battle earlier that day, but if Kakarotto happen to be sleeping or just plain relaxing, then his ki would be very hard to find indeed.

The prince paused a moment and stepped to the side as two gossiping women walked past him. He watched them until they'd disappeared around the corner and smirked as he continued down the hall. One thing was for sure. The women on the Junsui side were far more pleasing to the eye.

Vegeta followed sign after sign until he'd reached the doors to the cafeteria. If he knew the habits of Saiyajins, and he did, then he guessed that Kakarotto would be here. Now he just had to wait for someone to come through to open the door for him. The prince waited silently with his arms folded, becoming increasingly annoyed with each minute that passed by.

"Screw this!" he muttered as he pushed the doors open, knocking down a warrior that was currently on his way out. "Damn it…" The Saiyajin quickly moved out of the way as a few others ran over to help the downed soldier, who appeared to have a nasty bruise on his forehead. Otherwise, he was fine.

"Wow. What do you think happened?"

Vegeta blinked as a familiar high tenor voice reached his ears and glanced in the general direction. Much to his satisfaction, Kakarotto was sitting at a table in the corner with a blue haired woman with fairy wings.

"Who knows." the woman replied. "That was Ronchon and we all know he's pretty clumsy. He probably walked right into the door." "Yeah, I guess." Kakarotto replied as he continued to eat a huge meal set out before him.

Vegeta smirked and walked a little closer to the chatting duo. This was too perfect. He'd found Kakarotto with time to spare, and he was talking to someone who would probably reveal some information about the Saiyajin.

"Goku, you eat like a pig. If your tail was curly I'd suspect you of being one."

The prince raised an eyebrow. "Goku? Hmm. Kakarotto must be the name he gives people he doesn't know or trust. Interesting. The baka didn't even know he was a Saiyajin, yet he gave me a Saiyajin name…"

"Hey, Bulma! You're not exactly a light eater either!"

Vegeta almost laughed at the woman's name. "Who would name their kid after women's underwear?"

"Are you saying I'm fat?!" the blue haired lady growled.

"I didn't say that!" Goku cried defensively. The last time someone had insulted the woman's figure, she'd cut out the backs of all their pants, leaving the unsuspecting soldier rather indecent on the battlefield. Luckily the stunt had managed to render most of the warrior's opponents helpless with they clutched their sides from laughter. The Saiyajin certainly didn't want Bulma doing something like that to him.

"Good." The woman snorted as she sat back and folded her arms. "Cuz if you were suggesting that, I would have dyed your wings pink!"

"Pink??!!"

"PINK!" Goku frowned and folded his arms as well. "That's just cruel, Bulma."

"What a couple of children." Vegeta thought as he listened to the rest of the conversation. To him, being cruel would have involved cutting off the wings all together. The prince's jaw tightened as he looked down at his watch. He didn't have much time left, and he hadn't learned anything except for the fact the Saiyajin was a childish baka. But he could change that easily with his training methods.

"So what do you think Vegeta wants anyway?" Bulma suddenly asked, catching the prince's attention.

Goku shrugged. "I don't know. He didn't sound all that bad to me though. He even gave me a tip about leaving my tail open to attacks. It does hurt if anyone is too rough with it, after all."

A sly smile formed on the blue haired woman's lips as she rested her elbows on the table. "And who would be roughly touching your tail, may I ask? Was it ChiChi? Or maybe that blonde girl from section two. I told them to be gentle with you, but I guess they ---"

Bulma paused when the Saiyajin across from her nearly choked. "BULMA! That's not what I meant and you know it, you hentai!"

"Aw. And here I thought you might be growing up. If it's not that, then why are you blushing?"

"I'm not!" Goku insisted, though his face was rather red.

"Riiiiiiight."

Bulma blinked when she noticed the Saiyajin was no longer looking at her, but to the side instead. "You're not mad, are you? I was just playing around." She frowned when he didn't answer her. "Oh, I see. The silent treatment!"

"Bulma, hush!" Goku snapped. He used an uncharacteristically serious tone that silenced the woman immediately. She looked in the direction the Saiyajin was currently looking in. "There's someone there." he said, pointing directly at a very stunned Vegeta. The prince looked down at himself, then back at the watch to make sure he was still invisible, which he was.

"What are you talking about?" Bulma asked as she scanned the room. "No one's in here. They've all gone to bed. Which we should do too, because if you haven't noticed, it's going past one in the morning."

"But…"

"No, buts! Come on! You're so tired that you're seeing things!" she said as she grabbed the Saiyajin's arm and began to pull him across the cafeteria.

"Geez, Bulma! You act like my mother sometimes!"

"Hmph. Well if I had a son like you I would have lost all my hair a long time ago, pal!"

Vegeta slowly followed the two down the halls in order to find out where exactly Kakarotto's room was. It could be helpful to him later for more sufficient timing. Luckily, the Saiyajin's room wasn't too far from the cafeteria, so it didn't take long before he got his answer. The prince watched as Bulma pushed Goku into his room and shut the door before she headed for her own room, which was two doors down the hall.

Suddenly, the concealing device beeped three times, alerting the woman to his presence. She opened her mouth to scream as the Saiyajin prince became visible to her, but was quickly silenced as he used his lightning fast speed to press his hand over her mouth.

"Quiet woman!" he whispered harshly as he quickly pulled her into her room to keep himself from being spotted in the hallway. Once inside with the door shut, the Saiyajin let her go and cursed as he fiddled with some buttons on the concealing device. "Lousy garbage. I should have had another couple minutes!"

Bulma stood there staring that the winged Saiyajin in shock. She knew screaming for help was no good. The rooms in the building were sound proof so no one would hear her. She listened as Vegeta muttered something about needing five minutes before he could use the concealing device again.

Finally, she managed to find her voice. "Wha--- What are you doing here?"

Vegeta glanced up at the woman and smirked. "Just checking up on what should be mine, woman. I am the Prince of ALL Saiyajins you know. And you damn Junsui happen to have one of my people."

Bulma frowned angrily. "Goku is no Saiyajin and he certainly won't be joining your side! You're delusional! I suggest you leave and don't come back!"

The prince folded his arms and grinned evilly at the flustered woman. "Oh I'll be leaving all right, but I'll be taking Kakarotto with me. Next time you see me I'll have some friends, and unless you'd like half your city destroyed, you'll hand him over."

"Kakarotto?"

"Yes. Kakarotto. It's the name he gave me earlier today, and in case you didn't know, it's a Saiyajin name. I think perhaps he knows more about his heritage than he's letting on." the prince said before glancing back down at the device of his wrist. He needed a couple more minutes.

"I doubt that." Bulma snapped, becoming bolder with each second. "It had to have been a coincidence. Besides, he doesn't have a trace of evil in him, unlike you. I don't know how you plan to get him to become a member of your army. He'd never fight on the Yokoshima side! You people killed his parents when he was a baby!"

"I'm not interested in having him fight with the Yokoshima, woman! I'm interested in having him fight against Daraku with the rest of the rebels. You think the remaining Saiyajins fight willingly for that bastard? Hardly. We don't have a choice. But with another powerful fighter such as Kakarotto on our side, our chances increase dramatically. He may even hold the key we need to make ourselves Super Saiyajins as well. We'd be unstoppable."

Bulma blinked in confusion. She didn't know if Vegeta was truly evil or not. He said he wasn't a willing member of the Yokoshima, but for all she knew, he would carry on his evil ways even if he managed to defeat this Daraku person. "Daraku? Isn't that the creator of the Yokoshima army?"

"Hn."

"Well if you want to defeat him that badly, then why don't you and the other rebels just join this side?"

"That would be certain death, woman! For one, Daraku is already getting wind of the rebels, and second, I doubt the Junsui would take kindly to having a bunch of Saiyajins wandering their city. We certainly wouldn't want a bunch of you at our base." Vegeta snapped, glancing down at the concealing device as it once again beeped, signaling that it was ready for use once more. "That's my cue to leave. I suggest you don't tell anyone I was here unless you would like that pretty little head of yours ripped from your shoulders the next time I see you. Kakarotto already knows however, so feel free to discuss it with him. He was aware of my presence in the cafeteria, after all. Besides, you'll be needing to say your goodbyes. I'll be back soon for him." The prince smiled cruelly at the wide-eyed woman before pressing a button to make himself invisible once again.

She watched as her door silently opened and shut, then waited a few minutes until she was sure the Saiyajin had left the building.

"….GOKU!!"

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TBC