Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Infinity ❯ Chapter Twelve: Super Human ( Chapter 12 )

Vegeta set the small bag of clothes on the floor of the ship. Taking a quick look at all of the controls, he deemed that it would be amazingly simple to operate, especially seeing as it appeared to be based off of Kakarotto's older spacepod.

... Kakarotto, he thought, I'm going now, but ... but I want you to know something. This is not spite or malice. Maybe I just need to think, or I really will be gone for good. I can't find it in me to hate you anymore. I just need to think. I need to know why that is. Why I ... I don't hate you, Kakarotto ... Kora ..

He turned on the ship after a moment, pointing it toward the sky. --

Gokuu slid out of bed slowly, feeling the effects of the long night before, but it was a nice sensation, and warm. She padded out of the room, but stopped short. Her clothes were on the floor where Vegeta had tossed them away, but not his.

Frowning softly, she picked her clothes up, and tossed them into the dirty clothes basket. It was odd for Vegeta to do it himself, but whenever he did, he usually picked up her clothes too. Perhaps, he had no clean clothes to wear for the day, so he put them on ... She checked through the dirty clothes hamper only to find that he hadn't put them in.

For a moment, she smiled slightly, thinking of how she could tease him for wearing the same clothes for a second day in a row, however, Son Gokuu took note of another strange fact. The only clothes in the hamper were her own, and she was certain that she had put his clothes in it with hers.

Biting down on her bottom lip, she found her robe, and put it on before going slowly through the hallways. Senses stretched out, Gokuu searched for Vegeta's energy, coming up empty no matter how far she reached out for him.

She took a moment to fret silently, looking around the otherwise empty house - just in case - a few times.

Fighting away all of the nervous shakings from her body, Gokuu ran outside, and looked out there, and very likely would have continued to search if the phone hadn't rang.

Vegeta! Please be you. Please be you ... Gokuu answered it quickly, "Hello?"

"Son-chan!" Bulma's voice exclaimed, "I've been trying to get a hold of you for hours. You sleep like a log!"

"Bulma," she said, "where's Vegeta?"

She listened to the other woman sigh on the other end, "Already noticed, huh?"

"Bulma, please," Gokuu couldn't take away the desperation from her voice, too worried about Vegeta's wellbeing and whereabouts to even think about anything else.

"He woke us all up here at Capsule Corp. last night ..."

"Bulma ..."

"Did you and him have a fight?"

"No," she almost whimpered, "Bulma! Please tell me where he is!"

"He's gone. He left Chikyuu."

She leaned back against a wall, slowly sliding down it as her knees became weak, and she squeaked out, "He left? But how?"

"Remember that ship that my dad made for you to take you to Namek? Daddy was copying the same design, and everything. He's even making a second one right now to see if he can improve on it ... Vegeta took the one that my dad was finishing up on."

Gokuu shook her head even though Bulma couldn't see it - even though she knew there was no point in denying the fact that Vegeta had just abandoned her. "But we were ... he was going to – Bulma, we were going to make a baby together. Why would he ...?"

She said soothingly, "Gokuu-chan, it'll be all right. Why don't you come over here, okay? Clean up any tears you got ... because I got an idea."

"What is it?"

"Just get dressed or whatever you need to do. No need for you to hurry since you can't do anything to help with it."

"... Okay, Bulma. I'll be over as soon as I can."

Vegeta woke up, and rolled over to reach for Kakarotto ...

And came up empty-handed.

With a sigh, he pushed himself up, sitting up, and stretching up to the gray ceiling. Bringing his hands back down, he stared at the one which had betrayed him only a few seconds ago. He tried not to hate it for not finding her lithe form to nuzzle into. Rising, he went up to the controls to check on his trajectory, and noticed that it was around the time that Kakarotto usually woke up.

Wiping his sweaty hands through his hair, the prince attempted to shove away all thoughts of her – all sweet memories which just made him want her more.

He frowned softly at the blip that appeared suddenly on the radar, trying to figure out how close to his vessel it was. The radar, however, was a bit more complicated than the rest of the ship to Vegeta, and he went to look out the portholes instead. Finally, he spotted a silver form becoming steadily larger, and his eyes narrowed, trying to determine who it was designed by.

After the ship came into better focus, he searched for any discerning marks upon it. Mercenary. Maybe even smugglers or thieves undercover acting as merchants. He scanned the ship for energies, finding a whole shipload of energy signatures with three that were more powerful than the rest of the lot.

Vegeta steered his clumsier vessel toward it - bored if not interested. Briefly he wondered if he could hail it from his own ship, but then he realized that he had nothing to say to anyone on the ship - no real reason to make contact with them. If it turned out that they were thieves or some such thing, and they bugged him, Vegeta would take care of them quickly enough.

Maybe even take that ship or a smaller ship that might be docked within it. It wasn't like Vegeta couldn't be as nasty as them if it came to that.

He felt a bit better - more like himself when he thought of that - and then began to debate whether he should just attack them anyway to see what they had onboard. After all, Kakarotto and her goody-goody attitude was no longer around to give him a guilt trip like she most likely would attempt. Grinning a bit maliciously, Vegeta looked for a way to communicate with them.

However, they made contact with him. A video flickering to static life on a screen in front of him, but all it showed to Vegeta was a dark blob that should have been a head instead of a clear picture, "Prepare to be boarded. This is a ship under the command of the Saiyajin Empire, and as such, we are entitled-"

His eyes widened briefly before he snapped, "Then that ship is under my command. You let me aboard."

Whoever was on the other side didn't answer back for a while, and then - as if to the side to someone beside him - the voice said, "Uh, what do we do now?"

"Who is this?" A new voice demanded.

"Prince Vegeta," he said, "now let me on before the ship is a piece of scrap metal under the command of the Saiyajin Empire."

Bulma gasped when she saw her, "Gokuu-chan, I thought you said you two didn't have a fight."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"There are hand marks around your neck!"

Raising her own hands to her neck, Gokuu went into the hallway, knowing there to be a mirror mounted on the wall, and looked into it. For indeed, there were two lavender hand marks that looked like someone had attempted to strangle her.

"He must have ... maybe he did it when I was sleeping."

She saw Bulma behind her paling in the mirror, "You mean Vegeta tried to kill you in your sleep?"

"But he didn't finish it, Bulma," she traced one of the light violet fingers marked on her neck. "He's just been upset ... that must be why he went away."

"... Are you okay, Son-chan?"

Gokuu said softly, "I just need to find him, Bulma-chan. I want to talk to him. After that, I really don't know."

"Well, I'm behind you all the way. If you need any help, don't be afraid to ask."

The Saiyajin smiled a bit, and then said, "Help me find Vegeta."

Bulma's lips curled up a bit sinisterly, "Don't worry, this war isn't over yet! Let me tell you about ... the plan."

Laughing nervously, Gokuu followed her when she beckoned her with her hand, walking down to the laboratory - the one that was connected to one of the newly installed hangar bays.

The other woman said to her conversationally, "Remember that second ship I was telling you about? Well, it's not done yet, but when Vegeta left, I thought it might come in handy, so I had our people start concentrating all of their efforts onto it. It should take a little over a month to finish building it entirely."

"Bulma ..." she looked back at her, and Gokuu smiled, "Thank you so much."

"It's nothing, hun ... why don't we talk a bit? You said on the phone that ... you and Vegeta are going to be parents?"

Gokuu's shoulders rolled uneasily, "That's what I was hoping. When I asked Vegeta to help me make a baby with me, he shut himself off for a few weeks. He wouldn't touch me like he used to - at least, not outside of sparring."

She laughed lightly, "A little frustrating, huh?"

"Very - he used to touch me every night ... and sometimes in the morning ... and in the bath - oh! And once after a long spar, and I was making us lunch, he-"

"I get the picture ... so no loving after all that you two used to do, and it's a big shock for your body?"

"Kind of," Gokuu's chest deflated. "I didn't get it. I thought that he'd jump at the chance to keep the Saiyajin race around another generation. Instead he blocked me out, and hardly ever touched me except for last night. I wanted him to stay around ... Vegeta was making me so happy, I thought that I would try to do the same for him."

"Big backfire, huh?"

"Worse," she said hoarsely. "We did it last night ... I thought that meant Vegeta was going to stay with me, but now he's gone."

Reaching out to her, Bulma patted her shoulder, "It'll be all right, Son-chan."

... Vegeta, where are you? There's so much I need to ask you right now.

Vegeta paused, feeling the strange presence in his mind, and he tried not to answer to it.

Paragus looked back at him, "Vegeta-sama? What's wrong?"

Other than the impossible fact that you, your son, and that other odd Saiyajin are still alive? Oh, nothing. Just a halfway completed bond threatening to drive me insane. "Nothing that concerns you, Paragus, now hurry up, and show me to a room."

"Of course, King Vegeta."

Scowling when Paragus turned his face away, Vegeta thought, Technically, I am still just the Prince since I never got to kill my father as tradition should have allowed ... but I suppose tradition doesn't matter anymore now. In the lieu of the fact that there are no other Saiyajin other than us few five currently, what's right and what's wrong for us cannot be determined by what might have been best for us in the past. We can't be held down by what our ancestors want us to do. Tradition ... tradition doesn't matter now? He blinked a few times in confusion at his thoughts.

If the old rules of his father's empire no longer applied to who was left behind, then he didn't have to stay as some prince of a forgotten, dead race. His pride was obsolete – yet what was he without it? What else did he have to go on?

My hatred ... but who do I hate? I don't hate Kakarotto, but I have no problem hating those stupid friends of hers ... They don't matter now though. I don't want to see them again. Even if I somehow managed to ...

His eyes widened, If Kakarotto is ... Gods! Who's going to take care of that idiot and my offspring?

"Vegeta-sama," Paragus said, opening a door, and bowing, "since this is of such short notice, I hope you don't mind the accommodations."

"They're fine," he said without thinking - unsure if he was talking about the simple chambers or about Kakarotto and the imaginary infant growing in her womb in a way of attempting to assure himself.

If you're pregnant, Kakarotto, you better take care of it! ... And of yourself ... stupid girl ...

Watching Bulma jump from console to console to whatever other shining blinking thing was on the ship, Gokuu repressed her urge to just try the ship out without letting Bulma, her father, and their employees finish it. Though she knew that it might have been best for them to slowly and patiently piece it all together, they were hurrying for her.

Thus, she pushed out her worries for another day. Vegeta was out there in space, and not beside her. Who knew if she'd ever see him again?

She vaguely remembered hearing from Bulma and her father that outer space was a big place to get lost in - it sounded like some sort of jest, but Son Gokuu wasn't entirely certain about that. There truly was no telling what she was getting herself into. After all, she had absolutely no idea where Vegeta might have gone to. It wasn't like he sat down with her and told her all about his exploits and his favorite haunts. Maybe she would have to just simply ask for him by name planet-to-planet ...

"Gokuu-chan? You’re back?” She looked up to see Bulma smiling at her, “Where'd you run off to before? You were gone for a long time."

"Just a surprise ..." She sighed, "How am I going to find him, Bulma?"

Cocking her head to the side, Bulma looked like she was waiting for more about why Gokuu had ran off, and then returned after being away for so long, "... Well, you do have that Instant Transmission thing going for you, so if you sense him, you might be able to zap yourself or whatever to him. We also have a tracking device. It's too far away right now, but if you get close enough, you can follow the other ship."

"You have no idea what this means to me."

She smiled at Gokuu as she patted herself down before pulling out her pack of cigarettes and a lighter, "You just need to wait a couple more weeks. You'll see him again in no time."

Gokuu ... Son Gokuu ...

Blinking in astonishment due to the intrusion, Son Gokuu straightened up, "King Kai?"

"Huh? What's he want?"

Gokuu, you need to come here at once. There's a grave situation at hand.

"I'll be there in a moment, King Kai." A frown marred her features before she nodded to Bulma, "I have to go, okay? I'll be back as soon as I can." Raising two fingers to her forehead, she teleported beside King Kai after finding his energy signal, and nodded to him, "What’s wrong?"

"Oh, Gokuu! The Instant Transmission technique from Yardrat, I see ..."

"Yeah," she said with a slight smile.

He frowned after a moment, "I never got to ask you what happened there on Planet Yardrat, did I ...?"

Beginning to stiffen, she asked, "Is this what you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Hm? Oh, no, no! I just got sidetracked for a second there. What I mean to say is much more pressing of a matter ... You remember the tale of the Legendary Super Saiyajin, don't you?"

Gokuu quieted. The last time that the Legendary had been mentioned to her was when she had been in the virtual reality game with Vegeta. "I suppose so. He likes bloodshed and battle and gore and all that stuff, and no one's supposed to be his match."

Listening to his grim words, Gokuu's chest began to feel a little more active, "The Legendary Super Saiyajin is loose in the South Quadrant. If he is allowed to continue this rampage, our galaxy is next on the list! Son Gokuu, you need to go to the South Galaxy to get rid of him for good."

"I can’t."

"I knew I could count on you to do what's - what?"

Gokuu's face fell a bit, "Vegeta left Chikyuu. I need to find him."

"How can that possibly be more important than saving the entire universe?"

"Because he's important to me. I’ll take this legendary guy down as soon as I find Vegeta," she said, clutching her hands in front of her chest in a pleading gesture.

Groaning, he shook his head, "Gokuu, please, if you don't do this there won't be a Vegeta to find! The Legendary has already devastated hundreds of worlds in the South Galaxy. A few more to go, and he'll come up here to destroy yours!"

She chewed worriedly on her lip before she relented, "I'm sorry, King Kai. I just haven't been thinking like myself for a while."

What lips that King Kai didn't possess were pursed in thought, "The Yardratjin, right? They're known for turning people inside out, Gokuu. I'm actually surprised that they managed to do it to you."

"They're good people, but they kept showing ... a fault in me. I didn't quite get it until after I got home," she told him. "When Bulma finishes up that ship, I'll start looking for this Legendary guy right away."

"Why bother," King Kai began to chuckle, dropping his head down as if to contain the laughter better, "when you can Instant Transmission to him from here?"

"... Oh, yeah."

"My lord?" There came a knock at Vegeta's door, and he recognized it as Turles' voice.

"What is it?"

He answered, "I found something a while ago that you might enjoy."

Pausing momentarily - because he didn't like looking at Turles for any amount of time - Vegeta opened the door to peek his head out, "What is it already?"

The other Saiyajin put an old book in Vegeta's vision range, and he raised his left eyebrow at him questioningly before taking it. Turles said, "It's amazing what you can find if you look hard enough."

He read the script on the cover aloud, "'Lifk'omir Ept' ... Breathing Legends?"

"I know you were probably too young to remember, but it's supposed to hold quite a few Saiyajin prophesies. A few myths ... even some things on the Legendary himself."

Nodding after a while, Vegeta stepped back into the room, "... It's probably all that's left of us."

"Probably," he laughed bitterly. "I'll be seeing you, Vegeta-sama." He disappeared into the hallway, and Vegeta shut the door, opting not to answer.

Sitting down with the book in hand, he flipped it open to a random page, and translated what he could of his old language.

'... and the light of the sky shall descend and destroy all. As our Lord has forseen, so shall it be.'

That being the end of a passage, Vegeta turned back a few pages to find out what that was about. He found the beginning.

'Those of the past will meet again in the future. These eight shall bring down hardship on themselves to the lesser good of their race.
'The first leaving behind family life.
'The second leaving behind jealousy.
'The third leaving behind thoughts of deception.
'The fourth leaving behind the duty of kinship.
'The fifth leaving behind respect.
'The sixth leaving behind all vestiges of morality.
'The seventh leaving behind hatred of one's own race.
'The eighth leaving behind everything for pursuit of the seventh.'

He reread the last line a couple more times - a bit disturbed by it. That had to have been the closest thing to a declaration of love that he had ever heard about for something in a Saiyajin text. Other than the Saiyajin of the Hin’I region anyway.

A grimace came to his lips with that thought - the memory that he looked like said Saiyajin was disconcerting for Vegeta - and he tried to block that out.

Glancing up at the sole mirror in his room, Vegeta's lips twisted further, attempting to distort his face enough that he didn't look like himself. The childish trick did not work, naturally, and so he continued to glower at his visage. The face that he saw continuously in the mirror was one that he hated ...

"-You've seen me before."

He snorted in disdain, "If you're talking about my seeing you in a mirror, then you're right, I have. But nowhere else have I seen your face."

Vegeta's jaw dropped.

Son Gokuu walked through the wreckage as she waited patiently for the Legendary's energy signal to come back to life.

He would disappear and reappear on strange occasions or on even more bizarre planets. As soon as she reached him, he'd be gone, the girl seeing neither hide nor tail. Oftentimes, Gokuu would have to wait out on the planet that she had teleported to for a few days before she felt his energy again. It was starting to take a toll on her, and she didn't know how far she was from Chikyuu - or even whether where Chikyuu was!

Never mind where she herself was located.

Frustrated was no way to elaborate on her current psyche.

Also, the barren and razed cities which met her gaze upon following his energy around were starting to get to her. Once she had seen a small town of aliens - they weren't in a big heap in the middle of the town, or even in a fallen position where they died.

Rather, the pieces of them were strewn over the dirt roads, the mud brick walls, and over the thatched roofs. If she ever had an urge to take a stroll in Hell, she knew where to go then.

She knew that she would break down and cry if she saw such a spectacle again before she found the Legendary Super Saiyajin. For their deaths, Gokuu had to kill him to make him pay – to make him stop. However, she wasn't sure if she could go through with killing someone else.

Gokuu had only killed Freeza due to the fact that he already used up his second chance. There was no third chance from Son Gokuu.

However, even though she knew that Freeza deserved it - that this Legendary Super Saiyajin might deserve it - she could not rid her heart and mind of the knowledge that she had killed, and would have to kill again if it meant the safety of the universe. She only wished that it didn't have to be that way anymore.

Watching the blood slide down the back of his hands - the blood which poured from the ragged cuts on his knuckles and fingers – Vegeta sensed Paragus and his son, Brolli, heading down his hallway. Paragus and his son were both weaklings compared to him. Actually, all three of them were; they and Turles were nothing against his might and strength, but they were much stronger than the aliens that inhabited the rest of the ship.

He knew that there were much stronger races out there, and he pondered over the reasoning for them to pick out the creatures that they had. Loyal to a fault, and stupid. A good mix for grunts.

Yet, Vegeta knew that for an empire, they would have to do better than grunts. For an empire - no, for the Saiyajin Empire, they needed to find stronger aliens, and powerful allies to take over what was once rightfully theirs. The pitiful grunts would not do, and Vegeta needed to take control of the situation.

He knew that his species would die out; there was no way to stop the inevitable. There were four males left and ... it just would not work, he knew. Yet, if his race was going to disappear, he didn't want the name and fear associated with Saiyajin to vanish into the history books. Thus, the Saiyajin Empire had to somehow live on to strike terror just as all Saiyajin had done to the masses. None would be able to forget the Saiyajin if such a universal campaign was made.

Vegeta wouldn't even think about that which he had left behind on Chikyuu. If Kakarotto had been impregnated ...

Well, I just won't think about that, now will I? He thought idly to himself as the blood slid down the top of his arm, coating over the hairs there.

I'm strong enough to not think about her and ... anything that we might have created. She's alive and well, and if she is ... that, then she should be ecstatic. She won't have to try any foolish stunts to track me down. Besides, if she does manage to find me out here, I won't ... I won't follow her back. Chikyuu would not be missed, and neither would Kakarotto.

And it wasn't possible to miss someone that he had never met ...

... Kakarotto, you must understand ... I mean, I do ... We don't fit. I could never be a father for our children, or a proper mate for yourself. The last time I held an infant, I crushed its head! So stop trying to infiltrate my mind!

With an audible snarl, Vegeta turned back to the mirror he had just smashed into pieces moments before - his blood still smeared across many of the shards - and he punched it again, concentrating on the pain.

"King Vegeta?" Paragus shouted over the sounds of breaking glass.

Stopping and pulling out a piece of the mirror from under a loose flap of skin, he said calmly, "The door's not locked."

The door slid open, and Paragus hesitated in the doorway upon laying his eyes on Vegeta's fist, "Ah ... are you all right, my King?"

"Shut up," he said, looking up at him. "What do you want?"

"There's an emissary here from the Kold Empire."

A scowl flashed over his face, and then stayed there as Vegeta thought about the family members that Freeza and King Kold had left behind. Perhaps they were going to surrender to him, but then again, Vegeta had never heard of a family member of Freeza ever succumbing to another.

However, it was something for him to do.

Anything to draw his mind away from thoughts of Kakarotto filled with his child.

Thus, Burori and Paragus led their prince out onto the deck. Upon stepping into the bridge of the ship and when Vegeta looked up, he stopped cold in his tracks - and he wasn't entirely sure if the pun was meant to incite laughter or horror.

Before him stood Freeza's older brother, Kooler. He looked mildly displeased, but, having been one of Freeza's soldiers, the Saiyajin Prince wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

His tail cracked hard onto the metal floor, causing it to dent downward a few centimeters, "Oops, pardon me."

"Emissary indeed," Vegeta grunted, eyeing the Icejin.

He laughed softly, "That's what they called me? Excuse this old tirade of racism, but you monkeys really know how to not read up on the meanings of words; though it is a breath of fresh air that you seem to know your vocabulary, dear Prince Vegeta."

"King now if you believe it," Vegeta said, still wary.

"I heard something to that effect, I believe," he said as he smiled thinly.

"So what is it that you want here?"

He said rather promptly, "The female Saiyajin called Son Gokuu. She's killed my father and younger brother, and though they were both fools, it'd be a shame for their deaths to go unpunished."

At the sound of her Chikyuu name, Vegeta began to hold his breath, but after he finished, Vegeta slowly exhaled, "Kakarotto's dead - consider it a favor that I killed her for you." Why – even now – do I have to protect you, Kakarotto? You better be pregnant for your sake, otherwise this protection is pointless.

Gokuu frowned softly as her scanning senses caught hold of several energy signals beginning to rise rapidly. Two of them were very close in their strength, and the slightly stronger of the two felt familiar. However, it was the third that was rising which really grabbed her attention.

The Legendary!

Focusing on his energy, Gokuu's fingers touched onto her forehead, and after a moment of concentration, she teleported near to him – in between the other two powers which seemed to be far enough away from him. It was so that he couldn't reach her for an attack without having to go through the other power signals that she had sensed.

Upon coming back together, she opened her eyes only to see the face of Vegeta. In her shock, Gokuu stumbled back from his own widening and astonished eyes.

"Kakarotto?"

His arm then shot out as if to grab her arm, but strong arms from behind herself dragged her out of Vegeta's reach. Seeing as Gokuu was not powered up and still thunderstruck at the sudden appearance of the prince, it was no surprise that said arms were able to knock her out when she was thrown headfirst into a wall.

The Pretenders owns 'Human,' and 'Super Human' belongs to Ginuwine. And I'm not saying that these two Saiyajin are actual humans. I actually checked to make sure that the songs didn't claim that the singer was human.

And I'm serious, if you haven't already, go read 'Behind Every Great Man.'

XP And there's Burori for you, Malimillions ... even though he's not done much yet. Come the next chapter or two, and he'll show his true colors ...

Green!

Bad joke, bad joke ... XP

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