Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Infinity ❯ Father and Daughter ( Chapter 20 )

"Son," Piccolo groaned, eyeing her and the plates of food in front of her, "I thought you were dead."

Looking up at him, her mouth stuffed with pasta, she then paused to swallow hard, and smiled, "I am, Piccolo. Why? What's wrong?"

He opened his mouth before he grunted, and shook his head, "Never mind."

With a wide grin, she dug back into the meal before her, scarfing down as much as she could in the shortest amount of time as she was able. These breaks that she took to feed herself and the infant were rather frequent of late, so Piccolo urged her to hurry so that they could begin their search again. They were both already only a couple of days into the trip, and they had found no information on Ept Pinto'Per'End.

None of the men that she remembered Vegeta talking about knew where he was, and, naturally, that meant they didn't know about any other Saiyajin either. Besides herself, of course.

Suddenly she yawned in the middle of a bite, and he saw her eyelids begin to droop. Piccolo scowled at her, "We can't afford to sleep, Son. If we don't hurry, Cell will have destroyed even New Namek-sei!"

She nodded, shoving another bite of the pasta into her mouth to stifle it. Gokuu blinked up at him when he growled, and he looked away from her so that he didn't have to watch her only to see several ogres that were coming up.

Pouting, she munched into a few more bites before she got up, and encapsulized the rest of the food, "I'll finish after we talk to them, okay?" Standing up, she waved over to them, hailing them over, "Hey! Hi! Can I talk to you guys for a minute?"

The four looked at each other for a moment before sniggering, and advancing on them rather threateningly. A blue ogre asked, "Aw, you two are going to personally ask for a beating then?"

The green ogre cracked his knuckles as he loomed over Gokuu, "Sounds like it. How nice of 'em to ask!"

"Yeah," a yellow one leered at Piccolo, "we usually have 'em screaming for it."

"Oh, no," Gokuu said with a smile, "I just wanted to ask you something."

"What? Changing your mind now, little dove?" The green ogre grabbed onto her hair, not yet pulling on it.

"No, I just want to know if you know about the Saiyajin's Legendary World of the Dead."

The yellow ogre's hand paused over Piccolo's antennae, and looked over at the pink ogre that had lagged behind, "Saiyajin? Oi, Jakimono! Why's that sound all familiar-like?"

Jakimono, the pink ogre, scratched his head, "Eeh ... sounds like it should have some other ring to it."

"Try Ept Pinto'Per'End," Piccolo said, eyeing the hand above his sensitive antennae, "Does that sound familiar?"

Licking his lips, Jakimono stuck his hand into his pocket before he pulled out a notebook, "Mm, wasn't there that guy from before? He went in not so long ago if I recall. Short fella with the cat tail."

"Monkey tail!" Gokuu chirped happily, her own tail wagging in excitement.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" The green ogre pulled his hand back, "But the little guy - he said called hisself an ape." He blinked, and then cocked his head to the side, seeing her tail lash about, "Looked like that tail there!"

Jakimono walked over to see it, and then grunted, "You must be the Son Gokuu or Kakarotto with child, eh?"

Releasing an abrupt purr, she nodded, and hugged her belly, "Yup! Can you take me to that World of the Dead place now?"

"Uggh ... yeah, yeah," the green ogre snorted, and scratched the back of his head before he looked over at the others, "One of you guys do it. I did it last time."

Rolling his eyes, Jakimono waved her over, and Gokuu waddled over to follow him, her tail flopping everywhere in her happiness. Piccolo, with nothing better to do, followed after her, ignoring the looks that the ogres were tossing at him. They were led to a large rock that Jakimono told her to stand up on, and she did so with no hesitation whatsoever.

He almost envied her trustworthy nature, but tossed the sensation aside - it was, after all, what got her killed that first time.

The pink ogre looked through some near by bushes, all the while, glowering at the green ogre - for he snickered at the clumsy way that he was searching through the brush. Finally however, Jakimono grinned in triumph before yanking on something, and the stone beneath Son Gokuu simply flashed out of existance. Eyes wide, he watched as she disappeared down the resulting hole, and absently hoped that the baby would be all right if she didn't catch herself in time.

When the stone reappeared the four muttered to themselves before they noticed Piccolo, and then advanced on him. With a grimace, he wondered why he followed her if he would have been left alone with the employees of Hell.

Radittsu huffed before he frowned over at the man by his side, "Why did you even come along if you're not going to have any fun?"

Shrugging disinterestedly, Vegeta's eyes trailed over the dancing bodies of the female flesh that strained and sweated to the beat of the music. He should have been drooling over the lovely muscles and flat bellies with their rounded hips and breasts, however, the faces weren't right. A waist was either too small or didn't have enough of that solid steel beneath it, or their breasts were bulging, ungainly melons or nothing at all. They winked at him, and offered him things with either a strange accent or in old ancient words that he hardly understood. He didn't hear anyone say to him that they needed him.

He wanted Kakarotto back.

The most simplest of thoughts persisted to stun and amaze him. Only three years before, he had been ready to shred apart her vital organs between his fangs, but now he would rather tenderly nibble up her inner thigh. When he began to realize these things, he knew that the next two hundred years would really be Hell.

He would wait still, but when Radittsu had been leaving, he knew that he could not wait alone. The prince had followed Radittsu out of what he kept calling the New Circa - or sometimes Circa 7843.

Every slice that was added onto Ept Pinto'Per'End was named a Circa, and every Circa had a number associated with it to mark the year that Saiyajin had been around to worship their gods. The two of them had travelled to Circa 7375 in the past year, slowly going farther and farther back into the history of their people. During this century, Vegeta knew that there should have been just caves, and underground huts that the people would live in, yet with the overflow of the Saiyajin, more advanced, comfortable homes had been added to the Circa.

With no real central government anymore, the Saiyajin lived in a sort of Utopia, each unanimously agreeing that fighting was for fun, and that death here was ultimate. Killings and murders were rare in Ept Pinto'Per'End. Circa 7375 had been outfitted with homes for the growing population, but this decade was a mostly commercial area, and many raunchy clubs dotted the streets, and sky.

He and Radittsu were currently in a skyship that went in slow circles around the sky, and it was able to house two thousand people inside. Secretly, Vegeta believed that there were a good thousand more than that, but he doubted that anyone was counting anymore.

"The prince is here!" Someone began to shout, or rather, Vegeta could finally hear them over the din of the music and voices. The shout soon began to drown out the background noise, and the club was silent, but for the voice ringing out words in Japanese, "The prince is here!"

He heard hushed voices around him murmuring amongst themselves. Most of the time, he understood them, and listened attentively. These people had been around other Saiyajin that spoke older, more strange tongues, so sometimes, the language seemed to mix and warp. When he had first tried speaking to other Saiyajin after he accompanied Radittsu, hardly any correctly understood what he was saying for many of his words were either outdated, or had been twisted into some other form. Yet, having lived a year among them, he could finally start to decipher them. He heard, "The prophet. Why is she here?"

"I thought she found her true death many Circas ago."

"Wasn't she born in Circa 4?"

"No, it was the First Circa."

"Ridiculous! That was the Legendary! She was born in Circa 50 and bore him seventeen sons!"

"No, she's a virgin!"

"Fools, she's a warrior that slept with all the men of her time, and carried no children for she was barren! Only later was she a prophet!"

Vegeta's eyes narrowed, watching a naked lithe young woman make her way toward him. She was the one shouting in Japanese like she had been born speaking the langauge, "The prince is here!"

Stopping right in front of him, she then bowed before she knealt in front of him, "A message for you from a goddess."

He sat up straighter when he felt eyes draw toward him, and then he rose to his feet, ignoring Radittsu's hiss of dissaproval, "That decieving bitch should have spoken to me directly instead of sending some skinny, little girl after me."

"She can't leave her hallowed grounds. She plays a dangerous game."

He spat in front of her feet despite the angered shouts that resulted around him, "I would think that her game would be over by now. There are only two Saiyajin left for her to play with."

"None are left," she chimed, and then smiled at the astonishment on his face. "The goddess wants to know why you are not going to her. She might die. Might meet her true death while you dabble in the flesh of other women."

Vegeta choked out, sitting with a thud into his chair, "She ... she died?"

"The way will be opened, Proud, but you must find it first. Or she will die utterly and completely. A goddess's life, or the life of a planet and its people. Those are the prizes, Proud. Do you have the right bartering chip?"

Trying to shake away the rising stupor from learning of Kakarotto's death, he turned it into rage, and directed it at the woman before him, "What the hell are you babbling about? You sound like that bastard Turles."

"The die has been cast, Proud. You're still being played with, and she is going to lose. But all will be lost by then, so it won't matter. Nothing will matter then."

"I hate obstacles that interfere with our game," the God of War groaned as he saw through the black board.

"I don't worry about obstacles that I already know about," the Goddess said, stroking her only black die.

His eye narrowed at her before he grunted, and rolled another die, "You think I don't know about him? I made that planet - I made this place. I know about him, and his ambitions. He's just as greedy and foolish as you are."

Gasping, she looked up at him, "If you knew, then why are you letting him live?"

"A goddess's life awaits me after I win the game, remember?" His cold gaze met with her eyes, "I won't have to worry about him once you finally die. One night means nothing."

"One night? What about over seven thousand years? What does that mean to you?"

"That's the time it takes to play a game, and now that game is almost over." The eye he had left blinked slowly as it looked her over, and then he snorted, his hand reaching out as if to stroke her cheek, but stopped just before touching her. When she didn't budge, he smirked, "Are you afraid now that you're about to lose? You must have already come to terms with it. That's so sweet. I enjoy your fear."

Shivering, she shook her head, "This isn't fear."

He sat back in the chair, "Then what is it?"

"Just disappointment." She said, and then set her die down on the table, "I'm sad. I don't think that I've been sad in a long time."

"... It's your turn."

"No, I'd rather not roll this turn."

"So what are you going to do now that she is here?" The boy smiled dryly, "Are you going to rip the babe from her belly?"

The Legendary scowled, "Only if you persist in this ridiculous scheme."

"She's useful. Her and the others with her." When the Legendary snarled and advanced on him, he merely grinned wider, "Go ahead. I dare you. That won't help you at all, and you know it. The soul will still be in my possession, and she and the others will meet their true death. I'm sure that's the last thing on your agenda."

"Just ... put the soul back. You don't have to do it like this," he began, sounding desparate.

"Ah, but I do."

"What is it that you want from me!? I'll do anything to put that soul back in her. Just tell me, and I'll do anything!"

The boy tilted his head to the side as he stared at the Legendary Super Saiyajin, "If that is the case ..."

"Trust me, it is! Don't do this to her!"

"... I want you - all of you -" he cast his eyes toward the other two, "to fight a god."

Groaning softly, her eyes fluttered open before she blinked in shock at the sight of a man above her. For one fleeting moment, she thought it was Turles, and her arm wrapped around her belly protectively before she realized that his skin was too light to belong to Turles. With a bit of effort, she pushed herself so that she could sit up. Gokuu cocked her head to the side when she saw men with him that must have been his brothers for they looked exactly alike to one another. She stiffened again when she did see Turles hanging around in the back however.

"You! Vegeta and I are dead because of you and the others! How could you do this to us?"

When a pang of regret came over his features, she backed down a bit, slightly confused. The man that had been over her when she had awakened patted her shoulder reassuringly, "Please. He wasn't himself, Kakarotto. One of his Original Images took over."

Her tail perked up, "'Took over' what?"

"My mind. My body ..." he shrugged, and looked away, "My soul. I couldn't break free. None of us could. I just woke up that day, but ... it wasn't me controlling my body. Kakarotto, I would have never treated you like that - you're my niece."

"It's okay," she said, rubbing her belly when the babe began to try fighting with her hand on the other side. "I'm sorry about that. You just ..."

"I understand. What you remember of everything must put me in a very bad light."

Gokuu crossed her legs on the cot, shifting around for comfort while the battle in her belly progressed, "Remember what?"

The man that looked like Turles frowned, "About the past. What you remember from the lives of your Original Images." When she could only stare at him awkwardly, his eyes widened, "... Baby? Kakarotto, do you remember me? Baby girl, it's me ..."

She bit her lip, chewing on it thoughtfully while she gazed up at him before she finally said, "I'm sorry."

The man became still, shoulders hunching up as if to protect himself. Turles clenched his jaw before he patted the man's back to calm him down, "... Kakarotto, this is your father. Bardock."

"Bardock?" She canted her eyes toward him again, looking him up and down before giving him a small smile, "Hi ... Did you want to feel the baby? Its been moving around like crazy ever since I woke up." Their eyes brightened a bit, and she glanced over at the three other Bardocks, waving them over, "Are you his Original Images or whatever? You can come feel the baby too."

... XP I want my pie back! Dion ate it all ... XP