Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Majik ❯ The Past ( Chapter 6 )

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~*~ Chapter Six ~*~

The room was filled with the sound of people eating. Forks scraped noisily against plates and cups were banged down on the table with enthusiasm - occasionally coffee even sloshed out the side of the mugs and a light brown coffee ring would be left around the offending mug. The large wooden table they were seated around seemed to almost creak under the huge amount of food that had been placed on top of it. There were plates of bacons and eggs. Mountains of toast and fruit and a large assortment of jams and spreads - as well as several jugs of steaming coffee and sweet fruit juice.

Yamaha and Vegeta were, as usual, eating with gusto. What was surprising to Bulma was that Goku was matching them plate for plate and showing no signs of lagging. His ebony dark eyes were focused on Bulma most of the time, but they would occasionally slide across the table to glance at Vegeta who appeared to be completely engrossed in his food.

Vegeta sneaked a glance across the table at Goku and frowned as he tried to remember what his old enemies face had looked like. It had been so many years since he had fought him…so many years since he had seen him. Surely he wouldn't be back? Vegeta looked back down at his plate and shovelled bacon into his mouth as he thought.

I'm sure it's him…it feels like it's him. And yet it doesn't smell like him and it doesn't look like him either. Could he have taken a new form? Perhaps I'm remembering every wrong, after all the last time I saw him was several thousand years ago in the Dark Age.

"You okay, Vegeta?" Bulma looked at him, her tone concerned and her eyes worried. She daintily took a sip of fruit juice and Vegeta smiled at her fondly.

"Yeah I'm fine. I'm just not feeling that great. I must have indigestion." Vegeta stood up amidst the chuckles of his lame joke and ignored the concerned look that Yamcha was now fixing upon him. He pushed his chair in and stretched - trying to sneak another glance at Goku. "I might go and sit out side for a bit, you know get some fresh air." Vegeta heard the concern in his own voice and inwardly winced.

It wouldn't do to alert him - if indeed it was he.

"Well, if you need anything just call me." Bulma brushed some of her blue hair out of her eyes and smiled at him, her tone warm as she added. "I hope you feel better."

Poor kid. Vegeta looked at Bulma and wondered why of all the women in all the countries of the world she had been chosen to be the mother of the Anti Christ. She was so sweet and trusting, it wasn't her fault that she had been seduced to the dark side all those years ago. Satan would, no doubt, take advantage of her and strip her of that beautiful innocence which was so rare in women.

Vegeta slipped Goku one last searching glance and turned to walk outside. He opened the door that led out to the garden and let it close silently behind him. If that was Satan then Vegeta knew he would have no choice but to kill him.

If only he could prove who he really was…

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As soon as Goku had left the room, Goku had nudged Bulma with his elbow and with a small jerk of his head he indicated that he needed to talk to her alone. Bulma took both her plate and Goku's through to the kitchen and left them in the sink. Then she rejoined Goku who has making polite conversation with Yamcha while he waited for her in the breakfast room.

"Breakfast was great Marron, you're really turning into a great little cook!" Bulma said playfully as she ruffled her friend's blonde hair, knowing how she hated having it mussed up.

"That's fie Bulma. I know how tired you usually are after you have gentlemen callers." Marron giggled, apparently missing the annoyed look that graced Goku's angular face momentarily.

Bulma took Goku's muscled arm and led him out of the breakfast room. The tension which was emanating from his body was amazing - he was so tense Bulma was afraid he might snap like a rubber band at any moment. Something was obviously troubling him and he was having a hard time hiding the fact from her.

Bulma and Goku made their way back to Bulma's bedroom in a silence that was deafening. The only sound was the gentle sound of their feet padding along the carpet. They reached Bulma's white bedroom door and Goku opened it and waved her in, his ebony eyes discreetly avoiding her searching gaze. As soon as Goku was in the room and they were safely locked in together Bulma whirled around and forced him to look at her.

"Okay Goku, explain something to me. Why did you and Vegeta spend the whole meal glaring at each other? And why do you two look so…similar?" Bulma looked away from his empty eyes and began to pace the room, her voice harsh with unease. "Why?"

"Vegeta is…" Goku stopped and cleared his throat as the ability to speak momentary slipped out of his reach and he swallowed the lump of fear in his throat. "Vegeta is my brother." He held up a hand and forestalled Bulma from speaking. "Not a brother by blood, I meant that he was once a fellow angel." Goku walked over to Bulma's bed and dropped down onto it, his voice tired and empty sounding.

"Vegeta is an angel?" Bulma scoffed. "I find that a little hard to believe!" She tossed her head and rolled her blue eyes, her voice mocking as she spoke again. "He's not exactly angelic you know."

"I know! Believe me I know. But Vegeta isn't your usual kind of Angel. He was the leader of God's army against us in the battle for Heaven, and when they won and I was sent to hell, Vegeta was sent down to Earth to watch for me in case I ever escaped Hell and started to work my own little brand of Dark Magic on the humans. We've met several times since then, the last time we fought was dark in medieval times, Vegeta managed to kill the body I was in." Goku sounded embarrassed by this and he cleared his throat noisily again. "Back then I wasn't able to bring my own body out of hell, I could only possess people and it made tracking you down difficult."

"Wow, that's intense." Bulma muttered softly and sank down on the bed next to Goku in shock. She began to pick at her pink bedspread and she cast him a sidelong glance. "Do you think Vegeta knows who you are?" She placed a hand on Goku's shoulder and a shiver of wanton awareness coursed through her body as she remembered what his body had felt like against hers.

Goku vented a rough laugh and Bulma blushed as she realised he'd read her thoughts. "You're distracting me from my story you know."

Bulma swallowed and tried to stop her thoughts from running down that train of thought again. "Sorry." She took her hand off his shoulder and folded them in her lap. Goku looked at her with amusement dancing in his eyes and returned to his story, avoiding her question about wether or not Vegeta recognised him.

"Back in the day when Vegeta killed me last, it was medieval times you were around too. I should explain that I've met you in several past lives - you look the same each time too." Goku murmured wistfully and ran a hand through her blue hair. He shook his head suddenly and continued speaking. "But to get back to the story, I had been courting you for a long time when Vegeta finally showed up. At first he wasn't totally sure if I was the Devil but he knew that you were the one who was prophesised to carry the Anti Christ and he decided that rather then kill a man who might or might not be evil, he'd kill you. And so to save himself trouble of testing me he ended your life - not voluntarily I don't think, but because he had no other way to lure me out or to test me for sure he was forced to kill you." Goku sighed and his eyes glazed over as he remembered those long ago times. "He never forgave himself for that I don't think. In the next life I found you in, you had married Vegeta and he was spending her every waking minute protecting you. I never bothered to go near you in that life. I waited for this one."

"Vegeta was married to me in another life?" Bulma whispered in disbelief, her face paling as though she was guilty.

"Yes. But he made you happy, so I didn't mind too much. Although I kept an eye on you both to make sure that he never hurt you in any way - but he was good to you. It's amazing what guilty men will do." Goku's words had an ironic ring to them and Bulma's mouth twisted wryly as she nodded. Goku shrugged and finished his tale. "To cut the rest of the story short, I went back to hell and managed to get enough power to transport my own body here and I've been waiting around for you to be born ever since."

"Wow." Bulma breathed and shook her head in disbelief, her mind a million miles away. "I always thought Vegeta was such a nice guy…"

"Oh he is." Goku interrupted with a grin. "He's a great guy if you can get around his temper. You know why he's so good with woman?" Bulma shook her head and Goku chuckled. "Its one of his angelic powers - women are naturally attracted to angels...and devils." Goku leered playfully at her and Bulma gave a throaty laugh. He lent down and kissed her, growling softly in the back of his throat as he gathered Bulma close to him.

"Wait!" Bulma tore herself out of his grasp and her blue eyes widened in curiosity. "You didn't answer me before - do you think he knows who you are?" Bulma's voice was soft with concern and she lent against Goku's solid chest trustingly.

"He probably suspects who I am, but since he hasn't seen me in a very long time I'd imagine he's forgotten what I look like in my real form. Still, you can't let him know that you're pregnant. He'll kill you if he finds out - or he'll lock you away and then kill our child when he's born." Goku wrapped a muscular arm around Bulma's trembling form and regretted that his words were causing her such anxiety. "He's not a bad guy Bulma, he's just doing his job." Goku wondered at the back of his mind why he was defending his arrogant brother but shrugged the thought off - they'd been close before he'd fallen from grace and it was hard to remember, even after all the times he'd been killed by Vegeta, that Vegeta was now his enemy.

"Great, his job is to kill me." Bulma muttered dryly and closed wary eyes. "So what are we going to do? I mean, in case he finds out?"

"The only thing we can do." Goku looked down at Bulma's trembling form and felt a protective rage at Vegeta swarm up at forcing Bulma to once again leave her home. "We're going to run."

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Vegeta let out a tense breath as he stared at the sky. He was sitting on one of the wooden deck chairs by the pool and was gazing into the pool water as his thoughts chased each other in circles.

He was sure that this spiky haired stranger was Satan - and yet he didn't act as Satan had in the past. Vegeta shook his head and rubbed a hand across his eyes as he growled to himself. He hoped that it wasn't him; he didn't want to fight with him all over again or have to hurt Bulma…again.

Bulma. Vegeta smiled a faintly bittersweet smile as he though about her. She was more beautiful each time he saw her. It was hard not to romance her off her feet as he had done in the last life. He could remember how sweet her lips were and how soft her skin was.

Vegeta closed his eyes and groaned in annoyance as he remembered the lords warning to never get that close to her in another life ever again. He opened his eyes once more as his thoughts zeroed in on Goku.

Bulma seemed to like really him, in fact in all the time he'd known her he'd never seen her so enthused with a man like this before. Goku had to be the devil, it made sense - why else would Bulma fall so quickly in love? So what if he couldn't sense any demonic vibes? That didn't mean that Goku wasn't a demon…he could be masking his power and all it's negative vibes somehow…

"Hi Vegeta." Goku's voice interrupted his thoughts and Vegeta looked up to see the cause of his inner torment stroll out of the house. Bulma was nowhere in sight and Vegeta felt his heartbeat quicken as he realised this was the perfect time to slay Goku. "Enjoying the sun huh?" Goku sounded playful and innocent, like a child.

"Yes." Vegeta growled as he sat up and frowned in confusion as Goku gave a really dumb looking grin which was one hundred percent innocent looking.

"Yeah I love the sun too. I never used to go out in the sun much, I used to love the great indoors." Goku strolled over and sat down, still grinning stupidly as though he knew some great joke that only he was privy too. Had Bulma said something about him to this guy? Was he mocking him behind that childish façade?

Vegeta frowned in anger and forced himself not to demand and explanation for this man's smile. "So you like Bulma huh?" Vegeta blurted the question out of thin air and mentally slapped himself as an awkward silence ensured.

"Yeah, she's great." Goku told him stiltedly, blushing as though embarrassed to speak of such things. "She looked so lonely at the club sitting all by herself…and several creepy guys were eyeing her off." Goku smiled again. "Some really creepy people." Goku whispered as looked into the pool water and smiled.

Vegeta gasped, as for a split second it seemed as if Goku had no reflection in the water! But then he blinked and Goku's reflection smiled stupidly up at him. "So is Vegeta your full name?"

"Yes, my father never thought I would need another name." Vegeta's tone betrayed none of his annoyance at Goku but he frowned when Goku laughed. "What's so funny?" He demanded.

"Oh nothing." Goku shook his head in what appeared to be genuine amusement. "I just though everyone on earth had a full name." Goku's grinned maliciously to himself as Vegeta growled.

"Well what's yours?" Vegeta demanded rudely again, still frowned dangerously. Goku froze for a second and looked slightly panicked at Vegeta's frosty tone, then he seemed to relax and he laughed.

"Goku Son. That's my name." He ran a hand though his wild black spikes and met Vegeta's gaze with a friendly and vacant stare which he had seen earlier on the face of Bulma's friend Marron.

"Son? That's a weird name." Vegeta tried to relax and sound friendly but he couldn't. There was something about Goku that made him bristle and put him on edge, something almost unnatural.

"Yeah I know, my father never gave much thought to naming me." Goku sounded bitter and his face darkened. "I was never his favourite child." He laughed roughly and Vegeta heard pain in his voice.

"You don't get on with your father?" The angel in Vegeta made him ask the question. The pain in Goku's voice had been momentary heart stopping. It had been a black hurt that he had never seen before outside of Purgatory.

"My father used to act like he was God, always ordering me around and telling me what to do." Goku met his eyes and Vegeta for the smallest of seconds Vegeta had the insane urge to offer his help to this man. Then Goku's looked away and looked back at the house. "You know I think I've distracted you for long enough, I'd best get back to Bulma." Goku sounded oddly regretful as he spoke. He vaulted to his impressive height and waved to Vegeta as he turned and sauntered back to the house.

Vegeta started to yell goodbye when he noticed something about Goku that made his breath freeze in his throat. It couldn't be possible…it couldn't be him! But there was the unmistakable proof that Goku was he.

Goku had no shadow.

Vegeta watched him walk away and struggled to fight off the tight feeling in his chest. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He shouldn't have been so surprised; he'd known all long deep down and now he knew for sure that Goku was the Devil.

And that he had to be stopped at all costs.

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A/N - As always thank you for reading this chapter and please review! Reviewers are super cool!