Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Eternal Resurrection ❯ Finding Out Secrets ( Chapter 2 )

Eternal Resurrection

Written by dracostarhome

Story Description: You should have already read it :3

FYI: This story is Pre-DBGT and Goku has not left to go train Uub. -_-`
Disclaimer: DBZ is the property of Akira Toriyama-sama. I don't own DBZ, just this fan fiction.
WARNING: Story rated `R' or `X'. Will include strong language, fight scenes, lemons, Yaio, MPREG, and others may be added later... So if you don't like any of those, don't read!

 

Eternal Resurrection

Chapter Two: Finding Out Secrets

“BULL-SHIT!” Goku shouted pointing his finger at Goten. Goten laughed at his father.

“You got me...” He said revealing his cards.

Goku leapt up from his seat. “ALRIGHT! That was a great game! I can't believe I won, again!”

“I can't believe that took 5 hours!” Goten said looking at the wall clock. He stood up and started to collect the cards from when Goku had thrown them down upon his latest victory. They had played several games. Goten had only won the first one. The rest had all been won by Goku.

Goten went to put the cards away and Goku wanted to go see what Chichi had made for lunch. Going to the fridge, he reached for the handle. All of a sudden he could feel Vegeta's chi jumping erratically. Never had Goku felt this from the older Saiyan unless they were in the middle of an intense battle.

`Vegeta doesn't usually train this early in the morning.' Goku thought to himself reaching into the now open fridge. Grabbing out a few of the pre-made containers, Goku took note that Vegeta's chi wasn't near the Capsule Corporation.

`I wonder if Bulma capsulized the Gravity Chamber and hide it from Vegeta again?' Goku thought with a snicker. Turning away from the fridge, he went about and placed all the items on the table.

Chichi didn't say anything was to be heated, so dinner was probably suppose to be served cold. Goku popped open one of the containers that had a piece of tape on it marked “CREAM.”

Goku looked at it for a moment. It smelled familiar, almost like cucumber and cantaloupe. Dipping a finger into the mixture and then bringing it into his mouth, Goku thought that whatever it was, it tasted pretty good, so he speared it on some of the dinner rolls Chichi had left out and put it on one of his plates.

Fixing together a couple more plates, he walked back into the living room and plopped the plates on the coffee table, now playing card free.

Goku sensed the Prince's chi flaring up into its strongest level of SSJ2. `If he is training, then why didn't he invite me,' he pouted.

Goten came back into the living room to see the smorgasbord around Goku.

“Pull up a seat, there's plenty!” Goku managed to say between bites of food.

Goten sat down at the small floor level table and began to look around at all the food items. Eyeing the green paste on the dinner rolls, Goten held it up for his father. “Where did you find this?”

“It was in the back of the fridge. It said cream on it, and it smelt good, so I figured I would try it. It tastes pretty good, anyways.” he replied, mouth full of said food.

Goten began laughing at his father. Goku, who didn't get it, just stopped chewing and looked at the young boy. Goten just went on for a few minutes and fell backwards on the hard wood floor.

Between laughing, Goten tried to explain. “That `cream' is some of Mom's homemade face `creams'.” He laughed. “It's not a bread spread!”

***

Thrusting his right leg high into the air at the invisible enemy, Vegeta went into a fevered series of kicks; working a small circle with his ankle. Switching his legs in a quick fashion, he repeated the exercise with the left leg.

Sweeping his left leg back, hard, he turned his body into a 360 roundhouse double kick. Landing his feet into a rested position on the ground, he let go of the breath he was holding; his ki flares ebbing away gently as if the wind were blowing it away like sand over the desert.

Vegeta gained the control over his ki once again. He had barely been able to control it properly since before he left his daughter in her grandmothers care. His chi just seemed to swell up and explode for no known reason.

Lowering out of SSJ2 and into his normal form, Vegeta lowered himself into the ground. Inhaling the now stale air around him, he began thinking of what had set him off.

Rubbing his temple in a slow circular manner, Vegeta sat down upon the ember red sand. `Earth has such stupid customs. How could Kakarott's Onna have done that to him!' Vegeta thought to himself.

He knew better to think out loud anymore. Every time he thought he was alone and let his thoughts slip through his lips like water, the Namek seemed to be near by and would attempt to try to talk to him.

Vegeta hated the Namek and often reminded the Namek that he need to “Buzz the FUCK OFF!”

Even now Vegeta could not always sense when people where near him. He hated how all the Z Fighters would usually carry their chi's low so as not to attract people like him, who would like nothing more then to beat the shit out of them on a bad day.

Vegeta would often raise his ki to show others of his location. He had fought his entire life for such extreme power and he enjoyed just flexing his chi outwards so as to feel as if it was really there. That his life time goal wasn't just a dream anymore.

However, this recent bout of energy seemed to come from his instincts and not anything that he had done on purpose.

`On our planet if you weren't mated, you weren't anything!' Vegeta seemed to think as if he were actually talking with Kakarott. `You baka!' His chi began to swell once more, but in controlled way that was familiar to him.

Thousands of miles away, Vegeta could feel Goku's chi raising to match his own. As if he were answering Vegeta's unknown message.

***

Goku having sensed Vegeta's swelling and cresting chi, had begun to flex his own in response to his Princes.

“What's up Dad?” Goten had asked noticing the raising of the older Saiyans chi.

“Vegeta's chi. It keeps raising and lowering. Haven't you noticed?” Goku said looking up from his meal.

“Well, yeah.” Goten admitted. “Gohan told me that Vegeta use to do that after you died from fighting with Cell. It is a rare thing for him to do, at this level at least, but he has done it in the past. I wouldn't be too worried. Its just that something is probably on his mind. He never lets his power get the best of him like in the old days.” He replied with a smirk. “Or at least, that's what Gohan tells me.”

Goku looked at his son a little harder. He couldn't tell how often he wondered just how the boy had gotten so smart. Sure Gohan was smart. Practically a genius. And that was due to Chichi's influence. But looking at Goten, he wondered if it wasn't the Saiyan aspect in his blood that didn't help out in that. After all, Chichi didn't seem too smart.

`Where did that come from?' Goku thought to himself.

“So, he's okay?”

“Yes. And no.” Goten answered. “Bulma told us when he is like this, to give him his space.”

Goku looked out at the sky, it seemed to be clearing up. Gathering the dishes, Goku and Goten brought them to the sink and began washing them.

Goku did on occasions help Chichi out with the chores, it was just that ever since Gohan was born, he just wanted to keep training harder in order to protect his family. Chichi could see that, but she wanted him to be something he just couldn't be. Human.

***

“There's dust everywhere! How are we suppose to help him clean this garage out if we can't even see or breath in here?” Gohan complained.

“Oh, stop being such a baby!” Videl said turning to her husband.

“I never agreed to help your dad clean this out. It's his own fault for letting it get this bad.” Gohan said while looking at an old book. Lifting up the cover and letting it fall back to its resting position, he took note of just how much dust flew back from the release alone. He couldn't help but think a bomb made less of a trail.

“Well, think about it this way. When he gives us the money for cleaning this place out for him, we'll be able to buy that gift.”

Gohan sighed. He knew there was no winning against Videl. Once she had forced him into something, she could be just like Chichi. Stubborn and refusing to budge from her point of view.

“I don't see why he didn't get his servants to clean this up,” Gohan remarked sarcastically.

“For the last time Gohan, Dad doesn't have servants. He has maids and butlers.” Gohan couldn't help but roll his eyes at this; seeing as how there wasn't really a difference.

Grabbing a rag and flying up to the room's 20 foot high ceiling, he swatted a few cob webs away from the flat surface allowing all old webs to tear a way and float down to the ground. Noticing that it barely made a dent in the cleanliness department, he just sighed and continued on. “At least Vegeta is worth all this. Anyone else except you and Pan, and I wouldn't even consider doing this for them.”

Videl, grabbed a box from a piled stack, plopped down on the ground and preceded to go though it. “At least we can have what ever we find in here.”

Gohan looked down at her from his high position. `Yeah, I really want those “Lie Trophies” he has shoved in here,' He sarcastically remarked to himself. He never admitted it to anyone except Vegeta, but he had always hated Hercule taking the credit for what his father and his own self had sacrificed during the Cell games.

Gohan's thoughts were interrupted, however, as he noticed that Videl was wearing a shirt that you could see well into the bowels from this angle. Looking at his rag, then looking back at Videl, he figured he could get back to cleaning in a few minutes.

***

Bulma had gotten back from the spa a few minutes ago, just as Vegeta landed in the yard himself. Walking over to her, he took note that Kakarott's harpy was no longer with her.

Vegeta was glad that the other female wasn't currently hanging around as he walked up behind his partner, and gently nuzzled her on the neck. Startled Bulma turned around with her eyes wide from shock.

“VEGETA!” Bulma said freezing in her pace.

“What?”

“DON'T SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT!” Bulma shrieked at him.

`Oh great, how did she get so pissed off?' Vegeta thought to himself as he took in her appearance. She looked more relaxed then she had since she had given birth, and to that, he was grateful. She was getting too stressed out lately.

“First, Onna, I didn't sneak, I walked right at you. You obviously weren't paying any attention to me, as usual.” he said rolling his eyes at her. “Second, what the FUCK is the matter with you. You were gone practically all day.”

Bulma looked at him guiltily. “Chichi had something she wanted me to help her solve. She went back home just before you scared me to death. And in regards to your royal highness's wishes,” Bulma said with a little more daring in her own voice, challenging him to argue with her, she added, “I wasn't `gone practically all day', I was only gone five hours. Six tops!”

“So you solved her problem with Kakarott, hm?”

Bulma's mouth hung open. “How did you know that it was a problem with Goku?”

“Onna, before you start talking in secrets like some spy in a Nancy Drew mystery novel, perhaps you should check your surroundings to make sure that no one is able to listen in on your fucking little secret.”

“So you listened in on our conversation!” Bulma started raising her voice in an irritated tone.

“I couldn't help it I was sleeping behind the couch with Bulla cradled to my stomach and then Bunni brought Kakarott's harpy into the room, then you came later and started your female yap session!”

“For future notice, I ban you from the living room!”

“As if!”

Bulma looked him straight in his eyes and couldn't help but snicker at that. Vegeta had adopted that little phrase from Kami only knows where.

“Stop laughing at me Onna.” Vegeta said in a determined voice. “I demand to know what you two intend on doing about Kakarott and his Onna.”

“I thought you said it that info was `female yap?'”

Growling at this, Vegeta turned and started to stomp away. He knew that if he didn't stop arguing, Bulma would cut him off till the Earth holiday where she insisted on dressing in all red and got pissed if she didn't get flowers or chocolates from him.

Bulma watched him walk away. She knew she had won the battle of wits against the prince this time, but he didn't let anything slid past him if he didn't want it to, and she knew that he could get the info from her one way or another. It was only a matter of time, and he wasn't a very patient man.

`Perhaps since he knows about Chichi's and Goku's now non-marital status, maybe he can help break the news to Goku for us.' Bulma thought to herself.

***

Turning around in the yard, Goku heard the sound of double engines approaching from the sky. Looking up, he saw the familiar outline of the two seater plane. Pushing his chi under him, he raised himself with his energy taking off towards the plane as it started getting closer.

Goku raced towards the slow moving plane and turned about so that Chichi could see him from the cock pit. Waving at her, he hoped that she would lower the domed lid. And to his delight she did.

“Hey Goku,” She said raising her voice over the rushing wind.

“Hey Chichi, “Goku grinned at his wife. “Wanna race home?”

“Obviously you would win Mr. Alien.” Chichi replied in a dull toned voice.

Goku heard how she had added the little emotion into that response. Flying beside the plane, he just cast downward eyes to the ground moving below.

As the plane came closer to their yard, Goku left its side and landed in front of the house. Chichi landed on the dirt area runway next to their home. Climbing out carefully, and leaving the plane uncapsuled, she walked through the thin strip of woods that separated their home from the dirt and grass covered air strip.

Noticing Goku was waiting for her at the front door, she sadly walked over to him. Reaching up, she caressed his arm gently in a loving manner. But not as a wife would to a husband, Goku noticed.

“Chichi?” Goku asked when she removed her hand and walked into the house. Goku followed her inside their home and shut the door gently behind himself.

Chichi walked into the kitchen and took notice that Goku had eaten and cleaned up after himself. He hadn't done that since Gohan was born all those many years ago. Sitting down at the table, she put her arms on the table and cried into them as if they were her only comfort in life.

Goku leaned down to kneel at her side. Gently, he rubbed her back in a soothing circular motion. Each time he came full circle on her back, he would make the motion in longer sweeping paths so that he was soon rubbing her back slowly from her pale neck all the way down to her lower back. He wanted to know what was wrong with her, she seemed fine when she left this morning.

“Chichi, Where did you go today? You don't seem to be happy anymore.” Goku asked in his soft voice he used only for her.

Still sobbing Chichi had lifted her head out of her arms. Only now did Goku have a chance to get a good look at his wife's face. When he flew to meat the plane, he had wind in his face the entire journey and couldn't really see his wife's face as he could now.

The tears she was crying weren't the only things she had in her eyes. Guilt. Regret. Pain. Sorrow. `What has she done?' Goku couldn't help but wonder.

Goku leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Chichi. Gently purring to her, he lifted her from the seat at the table. She wrapped her arms around him and let him carry her down the hall to the room that they had shared for the past 30 years.

Laying her down on the bed, Goku pulled the covers back. Leaning down, he took off her shoes one by one. She laid back into the covers and slipped her feet under the blankets as Goku pulled them up over her body.

“Thank you,” was all she said as she turned away from Goku and snuggled into the cold pillows of their bed.

Goku did not know what was wrong with her, but she didn't feel like telling him tonight that was for sure. `Maybe in the morning?'

Goku left their room gently closing that door behind him as well. He walked down the hall to the room that Gohan and Gotens shared since Goten was born. Gohan had moved out years ago when he and Videl had married, and Goten finally had the room to himself.

Knocking on the door, Goku leaned in to see Goten sitting on his bed listening to his MP4 player. He motioned to his ears so that goten would understand that he wanted to speak with him for a moment.

“I think that tonight you should maybe see if Trunks wants you to spend the night?” He said once he had his sons attention.

Goten could tell from the way his father phrased it, that it wasn't really a question. “Yeah, he has been dying to show me a new video game, Dragon Quest 23. I'll see if he wants to play it tonight.” He told him to help with an excuse to leave the home.

Nodding his head, he let Goten be. Walking back into the kitchen, he looked out the window from the dining room table. So much stuff was on his mind, and it wasn't even four in the afternoon.

***

Bulma leaned over her desk in the CC Main Office. She was told about a virus that kept popping up only in the more powerful computers and not in the weaker ones. This suggested that she was dealing with a company spy or some such nonsense. When she found out who it was she would sick Vegeta on them in a heart beat. No one messed with her company and got away with it.

Bulma had sat in front of the computer screen for hours now and was yet to find any traces of what the virus was doing. Vegeta leaning over her shoulder reading the message over and over again. Somehow one of her employees had found it by pure accident. The source of it was a file, within a file, within another file.

Earlier that same day the employee that was in charge of making sure that when they donated their old out-of-date or slower running computers to local schools, that they dumped all their companies secret info and files onto a disk, made a copy, then erased the computers data banks of any info.

The young man had come across the file while doing one of those clean up tasks, and having not the item on his save and/or delete list, he tried to overturn the program. It would not delete out of the computer in any way, shape, or form so he reported it to his superior.

The boss had tried out a few codes that he thought would work, but one of the sequences of codes that he had put in, some how activated the computer virus into opening its program. A typed letter popped onto the computer reading in only strange shapes and unrecognized by the staff.

“You might want to get Ms. Briefs in here, right now.” The superior had said to his underling.

At the time, Bulma was following Vegeta inside the house when they passed the lab together. As they went by the door, the men noticed them walking by and called to Bulma to come take a look at what they had just discovered. Once near the computer Vegeta had let out a surprised gasp.

 

Such a thing was out of character for her prince that Bulma knew that it was something important. She immediately ordered the computer to be brought to her lab, so that he could examine it without her employees asking the prince 50 questions regarding the lettering.

Once alone in her lab, she opened the file and allowed Vegeta to have access to it once again. Vegeta and herself were looking over the letter carefully. Vegeta had full interest in what was on the screen whether or not any one on this planet was able to read it or not.

 

His eyes darting over each symbol, memorizing their curves, lines, and meanings as if it were a naled girl displayed before him. Bulma couldn't help but look at the interest Vegeta's eyes were taking in the lettering on the screen. “Vegeta, do you know what this is by chance, because I don't have the foggiest idea.”

“It's a dead language. Frieza killed off the only ones who ever spoke it or wrote it. But then again, two of us were wished back.” Vegeta said staring at the screen. “Bulma, this message is written in a language I haven't spoken since Raditz died. It is the dead language of my people. And this letter was written here on Earth.”

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Authors Note: July 25th, 2007

Remember, this story is pre-Uub coming at the last tournament. And prior to that, SSJ2 was as far as Vegeta could go at this point in time. I love the idea of an SSJ4 and I kind of like the power level of SSJ3, but I don't much like the look. I may have them transform into SSJ4 later in the story, just because I like it, but its not going to be because Vegeta is possessed by BABY. -_- Baby is such a stupid character... and weak to.

Tuffel-jin my ASS. Baby wasn't a Tuffel-jin. If you remember, in King Kai's story to Goku, you'll remember seeing that they are small mini-human look-a-likes. Other then an alien body snatcher, I don't know what Baby was. I didn't like him much as character.

:3 Anyone catch the joke for “Dragon Quest 23"? If you didn't, Akira Toriyama-sama, the creator of DBZ also had a hand in the “Dragon Quest” Video Games.... XD Since Toriyama-sama put in “Sand Land” (another title by his kai-ship...) A “Play Station 6", I could put in a “Dragon Quest 23"... XD

 

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