Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Borrowed Redemption ❯ VII ( Chapter 7 )

Borrowed Redemption ::

Chapter 7

 

 

 

Goku charged at Vegeta, elbowing him into the ground. Vegeta shot a series of blasts at him as he recovered, sidestepping a swing from Goku. “Come on, Vegeta! Don't you feel the rush?”

 

Vegeta's breathing and heart rate quickened as Goku spoke. It was Goku's voice, certainly…but with a note of malice…and yet another note, of… But before he could identify it, Vegeta was engaged in a volley of kicks and punches, elbows and knees, headbutts and ki blasts. He found himself worn out, so early in…Goku had always been stronger than him, but with Babidi's help, his strength was utterly overpowering. He knelt on the rubble beneath him, trying to catch his breath, but just as his knees hit the dirt, Goku kicked Vegeta back into a cliff face. Before Vegeta could pull himself out of the impression his body had made in the rock, he found himself restrained around each limb by a series of ki rings. The move I've been working on…! Damnit, Trunks, you're the only one who's seen it! Didn't I tell you to keep it a secret? Do you show that brat Goten everything? But more urgent matters pressed him to move on. Vegeta struggled to extricate himself.

 

Soon enough, though, too soon, Goku reached him. “Vegeta,” his teeth gleamed. “I'm not letting you go easy.” He punched the prince's gut, leaning into the blow. As he pulled away, his chest rubbed against Vegeta's torn top and he tilted his head forward until he could speak directly into Vegeta's ear. “I've realized a few…undeniable truths,” he chuckled, before furrowing his brow.

 

“Truth one,” he growled, pulling back and preparing to land another blow on Vegeta's gut, shouting as he followed through with it, “I will never fit in with the humans!

 

“Truth two,” and once again he was whispering in Vegeta's ear. “You have disrupted my life beyond repair.” As quietly as his whisper, Goku twisted his fist further into Vegeta's stomach.

 

“And truth three,” this time the whisper was almost inaudible. He pulled back both arms and lit a ki blast in each hand, pausing that way for a moment. Lunging forward, his hands clashed with Vegeta's bound wrists, the blasts incinerating Vegeta's gloves. Vegeta flinched and found Goku's face inches from his own. Goku wore a feral grin. “Truth three…I think I like it that way.” He leaned into Vegeta.

 

Screaming, Vegeta pulled himself from his shackles, knocking Goku to the ground. “Kakarrot!” he shouted, driving an elbow into the man's chest. “What is wrong with you?” Of course he knew.

 

“Vegeta…” Goku grinned. “For right now, there is nothing wrong with me.”

 

And suddenly, Vegeta was able to identify the note in Goku's voice he could not before. There was anger…and there was…lust? “Bloodlust?” Vegeta murmured to himself.

 

“You could say it that way,” and Goku toppled Vegeta to the ground, pinning him down. He dug his nails into Vegeta's arms.

 

 

***

 

 

Perfect… thought Babidi, gazing into his crystal ball. That will take care of itself. Now all I have to concern myself with is that boy and that bothersome Kai...

 

 

***

 

 

Vegeta breathed deeply, nearly gasping for air as he dropped to the ground, clutching his abdomen where Goku had most recently kicked him. “Kakarrot…”

 

“Where's the fight? Have you really lost the spirit, Vegeta? Just because I am more powerful than you?”

 

Glaring, Vegeta stood up. “Hardly,” he rasped, but did not believe it himself. How did it come to this? To Kakarrot becoming his own polar opposite…yet… he lingered on the tone in Goku's voice each time he spoke. “Tell me, Kakarrot. What is it that you want?” Vegeta's heart thumped faster, anticipating.

 

“My mind is rather clouded, see,” Goku revealed his teeth slowly in a growing smirk. “Or perhaps as clear as crystal.” He paused, apparently considering taking back his words for a split second. Electricity danced up his body. “You'd best take advantage of this moment, while I'm not thinking the way I should.”

 

“I don't think either of us is thinking the way we should…” Vegeta returned the smirk. I may never have this chance again.

 

“Be careful, Vegeta,” Goku chuckled, and he flew at Vegeta to land a blow to his chest, only to be blocked. He took that moment to grab Vegeta's left wrist, then his right, and slammed his head into Vegeta's. Before Vegeta could recover from the blow, Goku pressed his mouth into Vegeta's and let go of the prince's arms, opting instead to grasp at this hair. Vegeta sunk deeper into the kiss before covertly drawing his arm back to punch Goku's gut. He laughed, struck Goku to the ground, and stood over him before lunging down to pin him to the ground.

 

“Take your own advice,” Vegeta hissed, taking his turn at digging his now-bared nails into Goku's arms. He dragged his fingers up to Goku's collarbone, then down his chest, ripping his shirt away, but before he moved any further, Vegeta noticed a grin on Goku's face. The other Saiyajin quickly wrapped his arms and legs around Vegeta and rolled over, trapping the prince beneath him.

 

 

***

 

 

“Whoa. What are our dads doing, Trunks?” Goten whispered, peering over the rock formation.

 

“Talk about a personal matter,” Trunks chortled. “Dad wasn't kidding. C'mon, Goten. Better not let `em see us.”

 

“I guess there's not much going on here. Maybe we should go to where Piccolo-san is!” Goten suggested. “Still, look how crazy my dad looks! I wonder what's wrong with him?”

 

“I dunno, but look—my dad's beating his sorry ass!”

“Trunks!”

 

“What, our moms aren't around. We can cuss!”

 

“No, I mean, you got it the wrong way around…” he glanced out onto the battlefield. “Now my dad is, well, you know.”

 

Trunks laughed. “What, `beating his sorry ass'? I doubt—oh.”

 

 

***

 

 

Finally, Vegeta's blood was rushing through his veins, urging him to pour all he had into the fight. As yet another volley of punches and kicks ended, the two Saiyajin parted and landed some distance away from each other. “Do you remember our first fight, Kakarrot?” It was, of course, a rhetorical question.

 

“How can I not?” Goku grinned. “The best fight I ever had.”

 

Vegeta raised an eyebrow in surprise, though for some reason part of him had expected it. “Really? What makes you say that?”

 

“You opened my eyes to what I could be,” Goku smirked, “how hard I could push myself…”

 

“Is this what you thought of, when you thought of what you could be?” Vegeta's eyebrows furrowed.

 

Goku hesitated, and as surprise flashed through his eyes all lust and bloodthirst disappeared. His eyebrows rose in panic before he shut his eyes tightly, shaking his head. When Goku opened his eyes again, they were gleaming with desire. “Don't spoil the fun now, Vegeta.”

 

The prince hesitated, feeling that if the fight resumed at its previous passionate pace, he would simply be taking advantage of Goku…of Goku's trust, even. With so much malice coursing through him, brought to the surface with all of his darkest thoughts through Babidi's will, Goku might as well have been drunk.

 

“Well? Come on, Vegeta. Come at me.”

 

Vegeta uneasily took a fighting stance.

 

“Let us battle as we did before. But this time…no restraints.” He grinned, and his chest rose and fell with confidence as he breathed. It glistened with sweat, likely stinging the scratches Vegeta had traced down Goku's torso.

 

We can't battle as we did before, Vegeta's mind warned his body, with its muscles taut and ready for more action. You're not the same; you're…not even you! You haven't been, for some time now…Kakarrot, why have you changed so? The thoughts pounded through, a red alert…but…here, Goku was rushing, knocking Vegeta backward once again, pulling off the remains of his tank top. Here were his hands, sprawled across Vegeta's chest, clutching the musculature as if the edge of a cliff or a drop to his death. And as Goku's mouth pressed into his, Vegeta pushed him back just enough to speak. “Kakarrot…”

 

“Did you want to keep fighting instead?” Goku breathed, teasing yet begging Vegeta not to say it.

 

“No…I want…” Vegeta started, but he groaned as Goku pressed against him.

 

“Good,” growled Goku, smirking. “I want, too.” As if to prove that what he was saying was true, he reached into Vegeta's pants, grasping at the apparent object of his desire. For just a moment, as his hand just brushed against Vegeta's growing erection, shock and alarm registered on Goku's face. Vegeta's heart jumped. Is he coming back? he panicked, racking his brain for an excuse… But Goku's face quickly slid back into smugness and Vegeta swallowed down the horror.

 

As he began kissing his way down Goku's chest, Goku's moans assuaged Vegeta's fears. As he gingerly loosened Goku's belt, Vegeta took in sharp breaths, knowing this might be the only chance he would ever have…especially if Goku remembered everything when he woke up from Babidi's spell. I wish I could do this with the consent of the real Kakarrot… Vegeta fretted. But I guess…at the rate things were going, it never would have happened anyway. Pausing one last time before planting a row of kisses down Goku's member, Vegeta sighed. Forgive me, Kakarrot, for I do not think I am as strong as you would have been in my place. He wrapped his lips around the head. I guess I'm going to hell anyway…

 

Goku removed his fingers from Vegeta's scalp, pulling his hair along the way. He groaned, and then smirked as Vegeta looked up. “…Might as well have some fun before you do.” Vegeta brought one hand to his head as he remembered Goku's ability.

 

“Be careful of what you think,” Goku whispered, malice once again peeking through his lust-ridden tone for a moment before he continued, “And be especially careful of what you wish for.”

 

 

***

 

 

“I don't understand!” Babidi exclaimed. “Why has the meter stopped going up?”

 

“The Kai and his bodyguard, along with that boy and the mysterious green fellow, are making their way down here,” Dabura spoke up. “They must have cleared all the levels while you were gloating about how easy it would be to gather all the energy we needed,” he added.

 

“Well then, you'll have no problem dealing with them.”

 

“Of course not, lord.”

 

 

***

 

 

Trunks and Goten made their way down the stairs, doing their best to sneak. “Man, looks like someone already did all the work for us!” Trunks frowned. Goten stuck his tongue out at the apparently deceased warrior, equally displeased with how little fun he and Trunks had gotten to have since deciding to investigate the ship. “Hey, look! There's Piccolo!”

“And some other guys,” Goten added. “They look kinda funny.”

 

“Maybe they know what's going on!”

 

“Should we tell them about our dads?”

 

“…Nah.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Um…they probably already know what's going on! We shouldn't waste any time.”

 

“Oh, okay,” Goten nodded, satisfied.

 

“Trunks! Goten!” Piccolo whipped around. He frowned. “You shouldn't be here.”

 

“We heard something happened to my big brother, so we checked on him, and he's okay but he's weak, and, and…” Goten trailed off.

 

“And we wanted to find out what was going on!” Trunks added, nodding resolutely.

 

“Well, get away from here.”

 

“No!” the two answered in unison.

 

Piccolo sighed. “Children…”

 

“You look a lot like Son Goku,” Kaioshin noted, glancing at Goten.

 

“He's my daddy!”

 

“Yeah, and my dad is Vegeta!”

 

“They may be able to help us,” Kibito pointed out. “If their strength is even a fraction of their fathers'.”

 

“Just…don't get in the way,” Piccolo sighed. “You said Gohan is doing all right?”

 

Goten nodded. “Yeah, he was unconscious but we woke him up. He was really upset about something so he didn't even go back to school…he just took Kinto'un home…”

 

“And we came over here!” Trunks added.

 

“Well…we'd better keep moving,” Kaioshin urged. “It doesn't seem that Buu has been revived yet…perhaps we can get to Babidi in time after all!”

 

“It is very strange…” Piccolo pondered. “I am surprised Goku hasn't been able to deal Vegeta enough damage to provide sufficient energy yet. Those two are quite powerful…”

 

“Y-yeah,” Trunks added, turning to shush Goten before he spoke. “Weird.”

 

 

***

 

 

Babidi gazed into his crystal ball and gulped. This…was not what I expected… Inside the glass flashed images of two naked Saiyajin. They were moving quickly; at first inspection, perhaps they were fighting…but then…another glance… He attempted to grasp at Goku's mind again, to bring as much hatred as possible to the surface—but anything that was there was already in use. It's not enough…I should have chosen the more evil one, even if he had less anger…

 

And that was his last thought before Piccolo shot a ki blast into his face. As he faded away, the images in his crystal ball faded.

 

 

***

 

 

As did the script M on Goku's forehead.

 

Vegeta's heart nearly jumped from his throat. “Goddamnit!” As Goku went unconscious for a few moments, he fled as far away as possible, gathering the remains of his clothes and hurriedly pulling his pants back on. He continued to mutter to himself as he suppressed his ki and hid behind one of the remaining rock formations. “Fuck…stupid…”

 

 

***

 

 

“Looks like with Gohan's energy and what they did get from Goku fighting Vegeta, the meter only got up to three-quarters…” Piccolo noted with interest. He turned to Trunks and Goten. “Did you see what your fathers were doing?”

“Um…” Goten and Trunks glanced in opposite directions, hesitating.

 

Kaioshin looked at the curiously. “Well?”

 

Piccolo scrutinized their faces, trying to think of what neither of the two mischievous boys would not be willing to say. After a moment, he brought his hand to his forehead, massaging his temple. “You're kidding…”

 

“What? What is it?” Kaioshin inquired.

 

“I guess I shouldn't be surprised…”

 

“Do you really know what it is?” Trunks asked.

 

“Well, let me guess: It was something that was so distracting as to explain why Babidi he didn't even notice when Dabura was killed, or when I came into the room.”

 

“Y-yeah…” Goten nodded.

 

“I can't believe this.” Piccolo sighed. “You two had better give them some…time.”

The two boys nodded vigorously, and Piccolo felt he could trust them to, at least this once, follow an adult's suggestion.

 

Kaioshin and Kibito glanced about confusedly. “What…is going on?”

 

The others didn't answer, pondering the event in silence.

 

 

***

 

 

Goku's eyes opened, and he sighed with relief, feeling as if a pounding headache had just been lifted from his skull. I wonder what happened to Vegeta? I thought…hm…Goku glanced about. Whoa! I wonder what happened to my clothes? And as he searched the area for them, memories started trickling back.

 

 

***

 

 

Vegeta watched Goku carefully, nearly shaking. He was dressed now—at least, he had managed to salvage his pants and boots. Should I show myself? Should I run for my life?

 

 

***

 

 

As the most recent events flooded back, Goku's eyes widened with horror. “I wasn't even me…how could you do that to me?” His eyes flicked about, searching for the prince, and, this time with his own consent, all the rage he had ever felt for the man rushed to the surface. He convulsed, and for a few moments, tufts of hair multiplied from his skull before retreating and restoring his hair to its usual length. Goku clutched his scalp, this time in an attempt to wrap his mind around it all, to give Vegeta one more shot. But he couldn't, he couldn't handle it… “VEGETA!”

 

 

***

 

 

Just as Vegeta was stepping out from cover, making his presence known, he heard Goku scream his name, voice full of wrath. He was about to duck back behind the rock when Goku spotted him. “Oh, shit.”