Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Distant Light Years ❯ Old Secrets Known ( Chapter 2 )

Warning: This chapter contains sadness, angst, language and minor violence.

Chapter Two: Old Secrets known

Bright and glowing, a beacon on this rocky planet barely worth warranting the title of one. His hand was held out before him as he aimed the Ki ball at a distant range of dead mountains. A sneer twitched his lips as he indulged in his power. A quick twist of his agile body and the beam of light caught the side of a ridge over a hundred kilometres away. The explosion must have sparked some inflammable mineral because the explosion was much larger than it should have been. This place always had a black sky, twinkling stars here were much bigger. Unfazed by a dusty atmosphere. It had been about a month of continuous travel to get to this place. The ship was much faster than the older space capsules. Vegeta walked a couple of steps further from the bolder he had sat upon for several hours, thinking. This planet was once a moon. But the planet it was moon to was long gone. He remembered that planet only slightly. Vegetasai, his home. This was one of three moons, Gekko, that's what its name was. He could not remember the others. He looked out into space and saw the wispy cloud of indigo and brilliant crimsons that was once his home world. With a silent sigh he turned from his contemplation and walked back toward his ship.

Suddenly he felt a sharp Ki rise behind him, he twisted around and stood looking into the face of his father.

"What?!" he cried taking a step back. "Father?! But…how?!" His eyes were wide with awakened shock. The face slowly shook its head with a mocking smile. Vegeta could see that the lost King of Vegetasai seemed strangely transparent. He was of course as tall as Vegeta remembered him. His bearded face was some how reflecting the emotion of peace. His scarlet cape fluttered out behind him in an imaginary breeze. Vegeta relaxed, this apparition wasn't his father, his father was dead. Murdered by that cold being Freiza.

"Who or what are you?" Said Vegeta darkly as he raised his power level, ready for what ever could happen. He apparition laughed, a deep ringing voice which echoed around the stone basin. Then in a voice which rang the bell's of memory in Vegeta's mind, voiced its reason for being.

"I am a hologram." It said in that voice as it began to walk around the Prince, it's gloved hands behind its back. Vegeta stood still, extremely alert, listening to what his thing had to say. His eyes narrowed, sharp, his peripheral vision watching the roving figure closely.

"Many decades ago a computer was installed on this planet. It was originally made to terra-form this moon for purposes only known to the King. Perhaps he suspected treachery on Freiza's behalf." The hologram looked bitterly at the gas cloud out in the deep black above. Vegeta twitched slightly, this was making him uncomfortable.

"Does this little story have a point." He growled out shooting dagger looks at the thing that looked like his father. "I already know this, I lived it." He spat, clenching his fists. The hologram glared at him for a moment, looking very much like his indignant father.

"What I have to say is important Vegeta!" It hissed before turning and pointing out beyond the horizon of this planetoid. "Beyond is an old barracks for when us Saiyans first posted our off-world guard. There you will find an old metal capsule. Inside is…" the Hologram paused. It almost looked like it was stealing its self for one final thing. "Inside it there is a micro chip. On this there is a secret about us that no one knows of and only the Kings of Vegetasai are ever told." It turned its penetrating gaze back to Vegeta. It smiled slightly as its form began to fade. "Remember Vegeta, always up hold your heritage. You are a Prince of the Blood, the Prince of the Saiyans." And the wisp fazed out and blew away. Vegeta stared at the spot the hologram had stood.

"Strange." He said softly before crouching down to pick up a small metal disk amongst the red dirt. "A hologram projector." He stood and looked out to the horizon before cracking the projector in his hand. It fell away as dust, crumbling to the ground.

"A secret about us…" He pursed his lips slightly before taking to the air.

He found the barracks easily enough. The typical turreted towers of Saiyan design spouted out of the ground like termite mounds. He searched though out the many rooms. All dry and full of dirt and skeletons. He found the metal capsule eventually after loosing his temper and blowing one of the wings of the building into rubble. It had glinted in the broken slabs of concrete like a diamond. He pulled it out of the dirt and peered at it closely. It was made of some kind of silver metal and was a cylinder in shape. It had a small catch at one end which when flicked opened revealed a hollow inside. A small chip fell out into his hand.

Vegeta frowned at it. It was not attached to any viewing device. Perhaps Bulma would be able to fix it so it would be viewable. He had been out here for almost two months. The training he did was no better than what he did in the gravity chamber or with Kakarot. He flew up and looked back at the barracks. He smirked down at it. What was its use any more. There was no Vegetasai to guard. ~Target practise perhaps…~ He thought before blasting the building into another shapeless mound in the desert land.

"Time to go home I think." He said as he blasted back off into space in his ship.

~

Goku sat staring into his fire place. It had been five years since Chichi had died. She had looked so old. Her black hair gone grey, her skin the grim pallor of death. Gohan was well into his prime now, Videl was not doing well though. But then age did that. It made you grow old. Or so Goku had always thought. Now when he looked in the mirror he looked no different than he had sixty years ago. Youthful and sprightly. Even Gohan looked older than him. Krillin was gone, it had hit Eighteen like a blow. They never thought that she would out live him. They neglected to realise that an android wouldn't grow old and die. Of course Goku had never known he would out live Chichi. The pain he had seen in her eyes in the last years they were together. Her an old woman and he, still youthful. It had pained him too. To see her like that.

Goku still went to visit Bulma. She would often stand at the window of her room at the Capsule Corps waiting for Vegeta to return. Goku knew Vegeta had no idea what he'd done. It saddened him to see what it was doing to Bulma. Over the years she had wilted. Yet strengthened as well. Her teal blue hair long faded to a soft sky blue shot through with silver. Trunks was often with her, or Bra; though Bra was a very busy woman. She was the Corporate President of one of the largest Transport companies in the world, with stations on several planets through out the solar system where colonies were starting up, freeing up the Earth's choking human population. Trunks was now the President of Capsule Corps, to no surprise. Ever since Vegeta had vanished into space, Bulma had done nothing but try to get him back home. Trunks had taken the reigns from his mother. All Bulma's efforts though were in vain. She had even tried communicating to the ship but for some reason, because the ship did not have a TSCM, the contact was impossible. The ship was just too far away. Goku had even gathered the Dragon Balls to wish him back but it was beyond the Dragons power.

So they got on with their lives. Gohan was still teaching, he was over 70 but looked like a healthy 40 year old. The only conclusion Goku could come to explain it was that it was the Saiyan genes. Saiyans live longer than humans. Quite a bit by the look of it. Goten worked with Trunks at the Capsule Corps, he seemed to be doing well, they both looked young still, like Gohan.

Suddenly the phone rang making Goku jump from his thoughts. He walked over to pick it up.

"Hello." He said with a smile. The voice on the other end was Trunks's. His voice which sobbed out was barely audible.

"Goku? Is that you? She's gone, Goku." He cried, breaking down on the phone. Goku went silent. He knew what Trunks was saying. Bulma had passed away. She couldn't wait any longer. She had gone. Goku made shushing sounds.

"Its OK, Trunks, I'll be right over." He said, running his hands back through his thick hair with a sad sigh. He said goodbye and hung the phone back up. Then Goku leaned against the wall as he began to sob.

TBC…