Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyan Style ❯ PART VIII: Android Threat ( Chapter 8 )

Disclaimer: I don't own the show. I have no affiliation with it. I just watch it, by myself, in my living room. Then I sigh. Then I write stories about it.

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By: Letta

Rating: R - NC-17

Warnings: A little bit of gore, Yaoi, angst, violence, slight language, poor grammar, anything I left out from this list, good times

Pairings: Goku X Vegeta… completely classic.

Notes: Well, I think I'm going to make my `deadline,' but I guess it won't really bother me if I don't. I have an urge to do some foreshadowing, but I don't want to be stoned to death quite yet.

"denotes speaking"

*denotes thought*

//flashback//

A/N: Disregard the part above about me being stoned to death. (I don't want to give you ideas.)

I should mention that there's a few time leaps in here. Just so you're not confused.

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Saiyan Style

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PART VIII: ANDROID THREAT

Goku gripped the arms of his seat, sweat trickling down his face, not quite trusting his downward plunge. He had decided he didn't like space pods. At least not when it came to landing. The pod lurched, and he felt himself being thrown forward. This was worse than being yelled at by Chichi and Bulma at the same time!

They never made him sick to his stomach.

A hand shot to his abdomen as another jerk slapped him backwards.

*I won't be able to walk straight for days!* he thought, miserably. He felt like a rag doll. He squeezed his eyes shut as the Earth's surface shot towards him at a dizzying speed. Then, to his immense relief, the pod began to slow its descent.

By the time he crashed into the ground, creating a crater large enough for a parking lot, his stomach had settled itself and he felt like he could stand again. Despite having landed on a few planets, he was not used to this. Although, He could never decided if he wanted to do it again or slap himself across the face for thinking that.

Somewhat unsteadily, he unbuckled himself and stood, stretching as much as he could in the small craft.

Goku put a finger to his chin, thoughtfully. When he had sensed the tyrant's power level spike up on the planet, he was going to come and fight Frieza, but he had stopped himself. A new fighter that he didn't recognize emerged. Much stronger than Frieza had been. He had been confused, waiting to see if he should hurry to Earth or not, his mind focusing on the energies he felt. When Frieza and his father were disposed of, he was waiting for the fighter's next move.

He felt the power fly somewhere with another group of kis, which he had recognized as his friends, but that was about three hours ago.

Well, it wasn't that important. He would've sensed if any trouble came up.

He pressed a button on the arm of his seat, allowing the pod to open up. Grabbing the edge of the craft, he stepped out, looking up at his surroundings over the walls of the crater.

His eyes went wide with surprise.

"What are you guys doing here?"

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Vegeta found himself at the edge of the crater the pod had created and stared down expectantly. It was all he could do to not rush down and tear the door off its hinges and then throttle the man for not showing his face for a year. His breath unconsciously hitched as the pod slowly opened up and a hand gripped the edge.

*Kakkarot…*

He could feel the man's power emanating from him, it was enormous.

Then the saiyan climbed out, looked up at the gathered crowd and blinked.

"What are you guys doing here?"

There were excited shouts as everyone tried to get out a greeting of some sort. Vegeta remained silent, eyes focused intently on the man before him. He was finally here! For a brief instant, Kakkarot's eyes rested on his and made contact. A silent curiosity in those onyx depths before a small smile graced the warrior's features.

Vegeta could do nothing but stare back. He suddenly felt light and airy, his heart fluttering and beating so loudly that it thundered in his ears. He tried to fight the flush that threatened to rise, and found he could not maintain eye contact as he hastily fixed his vision elsewhere.

Even the man's scent, wafting up to him was a blissful torture. He felt lethargic and twittery at once. His breath became uneven, as he uncrossed and recrossed his arms. The only hint that anyone had noticed was the Namek's brief glance over to him, one that he was fully aware of.

He cursed as he realized that the Namek's silent nature was more that made up for by his observance. Surely the green alien had noticed that moment when his eyes had met Kakkarot's and his control began to slip ever so slightly. Vegeta felt fortunate that the Namek wasn't aware of why Kakkarot made him uncomfortable. Any weakness that he showed could and, as he learned under Frieza's reign, would be used against him.

Hesitantly, his eyes made it back to the form that had been absent from his vision for far too long. He gazed at the man, watching as he talked with his friends, noticing his strange attire.

He was going to comment on it, but the boy with the lavender hair spoke up.

"Goku, can I talk you in private?"

It was then that the warrior noticed the purple-haired boy and turned his attention to him.

"Uh, yeah, sure… um, who are you?"

"We thought you knew each other," someone said.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes. He had thought that the boy and Kakkarot had met before, after all, how could he have known when and where the third class would land? He even admitted, reluctantly, that he had been far past jealous. He had wanted to get answers from the boy one way or another. For three hours a quiet rage had been working itself up. Sitting around in the desert with Kakkarot's friends did nothing to ease his temper. That and the fact that the boy had kept staring at him until he snapped some comment had only irked him further.

This however, this was much worse. The boy was seeking an audience with Kakkarot… in private!

He let his imagination fuel his anger as the boy suddenly lifted into the air hovering for a moment, then flew off, landing out of earshot some ways away. Vegeta's anger lessened somewhat as he realized he'd still be able to keep his eyes on the pair.

Then Kakkarot lifted up, turning towards the group and saluting, a smile on his face. His eyes, however, only rested on the saiyan prince.

Once again, Vegeta found himself locked in that deep stare, unable to tear his gaze away. Feeling his cheeks flush, his stomach flip. His knees felt slightly watery and his…

A slight cough made him break his attention away. He glared sharply at the offender, resisting the urge to growl at a smirking Namek who watched him out of the corner of his eyes.

He turned back to watch Kakkarot fly over to the boy, once more leaving him with idiots and one bastard Namek.

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Goku landed softly on the ground before the lavender-haired youth. He could tell this was the fighter who had defeated Frieza and his father so quickly. He looked so young, too.

"Before we start, can I ask you a favor?" the boy spoke.

"Sure, what?"

"I want to know how strong you are."

Goku blinked, but shrugged his shoulders and began powering up. He watched as the boy did the same. He looked on in amazement as the boy's blue eyes switched to aqua, and his hair bled into gold, just as his own did. It became very clear how the boy had managed to take on Frieza so easily. He was a super saiyan, and as far as Goku could tell, they were near equal in strength.

Suddenly, the boy drew his sword and attacked.

Goku held stock still as the blade stopped less than an inch from his nose and smiled. He had no reason to fear. The boy frowned and backed off, landing softly on the ground.

"Why didn't you defend yourself?" he demanded.

"I searched your heart and knew you would stop."

The boy blinked, then smiled, nodding his head.

"All right, fine, but this time I won't," he said and lunged forward again. Goku smirked and held up an energy-concentrated finger, successfully blocking the sword's attack, finger intact. The boy swung again, faster than any human eye could detect, but Goku prevented that, too. They continued their game for a few more rounds before the boy stopped, throwing his sword into the air, and catching it in the sheath strapped to his back.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, sure. No problem," Goku smiled. "Now what did you want to talk about?"

Goku watched in growing curiosity as the boy's face turned grave.

"My name is Trunks. I'm from the future."

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Piccolo looked at the pair in the distance. Around him, the others were griping about not being able to hear what was said, or how weird this all was. They didn't have his ears.

He could hear every word.

After the mock duel the two had engaged in, they began to talk seriously. The boy's name was Trunks, he was from about twenty years in the future. He was sixteen. A super saiyan at sixteen. The Namek was surprised to say the least.

What made him smirk was whose son he was. Vegeta's.

He had risked at glance at the surly saiyan when he heard that, receiving a glare for his efforts. Now that he knew it, he could see the resemblance between father and son. It was surprising that he hadn't noticed it before. However, the important part was not the boy's life story.

In three years, androids built by a man named Dr. Gero, who had once worked for the Red Ribbon Army, would make a destructive debut. These androids were the end of the world as they knew it. They had killed the doctor upon activation and from there proceeded to destroy city after city. The future that Trunks described was a barren wasteland of rubble.

However, Goku was supposed to die of a heart disease before any of this happened. Piccolo listened on about the deaths of his `comrades,' even his own, as they fell, one by one at the hands of these androids. The only survivor was Gohan, who ended up training Trunks, until he too, was killed. The Namek narrowed his eyes dangerously at that. Gohan was like a son to him, and he felt the need to kill anyone who might hurt the boy, although few people were capable of doing so.

The boy's hope was to change the future, or at least, this one.

Piccolo watched as Trunks tossed Goku a small vial, saying that it was some medicine for the heart virus he would contract. Goku replied with something about hoping it was grape flavored, then watched as the boy waved and took off, presumably for his time machine, or however he got here.

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Goku watched as Trunks flew away, taking to the air himself and heading for the assembled group. He now had a lot on his mind, but he was also far too excited. He couldn't wait for the chance to fight the androids that Trunks described. If he took the medicine that was safely contained in a leather bag he carried with him mainly for senzu beans, and trained hard for three years, he might have a chance.

"Well, what did he say?" Bulma asked when he landed.

Goku put his arm behind his head and laughed nervously, trying to think up something. He didn't want to risk Trunks not being born! Even if Vegeta was his father and he…

"Oh, uh… nothing much."

"I'd hardly call that nothing, Goku."

The bewildered saiyan turned towards the Namek, shock splayed out across his open visage.

"You mean you heard?!"

"These ears do more than just frame my face."

"But… but… Piccolo…" Goku felt himself panicking. If Piccolo told, then Trunks might not be born, which was the whole reason they had been talking out of earshot, or so they thought. If Vegeta knew what was supposed to happen, then it might not happen.

"Don't worry, I won't say anything to hurt your `friend.'"

Goku let out a whoosh of relieved air, silently thanking Piccolo.

"In three years androids will come to destroy the Earth…"

What Trunks had said was then related to the rest of the group, who listened in a mixture of horrified shock.

"So, in three years. Got it?" Goku asked.

"Uh, excuse me, where are we going to find them?" Bulma asked, stamping her foot down on the dusty ground. Goku felt his eyes widen harshly as he realized he forgot. He was too excited about fighting androids to remember things like that.

"On May twelfth at ten o'clock, two androids will come to West City and attack," Piccolo said sharply, glaring at the saiyan warrior.

"Yeah, that's right!" Goku risked a look at Vegeta, to find the prince's eyes boring into him, his eyes refusing to give away what he was thinking. He couldn't help but smile when he looked at the other saiyan, this time being no exception. A sense of giddy excitement would bubble up within him whenever the prince looked back.

A grunt from the Namek turned his attention away. There was an arrogant smirk fixed on his emerald face, and Goku had the decency to look sheepish.

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Vegeta was bored. They had been bickering about how to destroy the androids. The woman, he took the opportunity to glare at her even if she didn't notice, wanted to go and kill this Dr. Gero before he even built the androids. Of course, Kakkarot had protested, stating that this Gero had done nothing wrong yet.

The argument seemed very weak to the prince, but he wasn't going to object. He wanted to fight the androids every bit as much as he suspected Kakkarot did. He highly doubted that Gero was innocent right now. In his experience, people didn't just wake up and decide they felt like destroying the world after brunch. Unless, of course, they were Frieza. However, Frieza was hardly the model of good intentions. If he were willing to bet, he would say that the androids were not to be Gero's first offense. Chances were strong the doctor had a whole list of crimes attached to his name, but he wasn't about to say that out loud.

Once again, a thought struck him.

"Tell me Kakkarot, where did you get those ridiculous clothes?"

"Huh? Oh these?" he looked down. "There's the latest rage on Yaardrat! I guess they do look a little weird, but at least they're not pink!" he called back, his light laughter teasing the prince's ears.

"Oh shut up!" Vegeta hid his smirk with a growl.

Anyone else would be dead or dying, but apparently Kakkarot was allowed to tease him. He would allow the man that much. Especially since there was no malice present, a concept that was foreign to him.

There was some more idle bickering as the prince slipped his attention away from what was being said. He knew all that he needed to know.

"Hey, Vegeta, you want to train with us?"

The prince looked sharply at the saiyan before him, wondering if he saw hope gleaming in those eyes, or if it was just his lustful imagination. He tried picturing three years training in the wild with Kakkarot. He could envision himself knocking the third class to the ground, leaping on top of him, and ravishing his body. Of course, he highly doubted Kakkarot would be training alone, and it would be a little difficult to do that while someone watched on.

He wouldn't be able to keep his hands off the younger saiyan that long, not if he was with him everyday, training.

"I train alone," he snapped, shooting off into the sky to leave the group behind. His thoughts were becoming a little too much for him and he felt the sudden need to leave.

In doing so, he missed the disappointment marring the other man's features.

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Goku wiped the sweat from his brow. Two years ago, he had started his training. Getting Chichi to allow Gohan to come with was one of the great trials of his life. In the end, after accidentally putting her through a wall and a tree with a pat on the shoulder, he had somehow done it. He had felt terrible about his wife though.

He felt even worse about Vegeta.

By now, Trunks was probably resting in his mother's womb. Vegeta had more than likely conceived a son. The prince had his own life, apart from Goku's. It tore him up, shredding his aching heart, but he realized it was for the best. After all, he had his family and Vegeta was starting his own.

He had hardly even seen the prince the past two years, but that was expected. After all, they were supposed to be training to fight incredibly strong killer androids. Yet, the few times he had stopped by Capsule Corp., Vegeta was in his gravity room that Bulma had built for him. That thought made the third class clench his teeth as he stared angrily off in the distance, fighting the stinging in his eyes.

He had, of course, gone out of his way to look through the viewing windows to catch a glimpse of the prince, who would bother to take the time to turn his head and smirk arrogantly. This would always make Goku smile his little `Vegeta smile.'

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. Yelping, he spun around to see the Namek.

"Are you here to daydream or train?"

"Oops! Sorry, I guess I just sort of wandered off!" he said, sheepishly, feeling unnerved when once again, as he had been doing for the past two years, Piccolo gave him a strange look. It was an expression that he wore whenever he seemed to interrupt Goku from his inner thoughts, particularly when they were about the saiyan prince.

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Vegeta growled angrily to himself. He couldn't take it any longer! He needed some reprieve from this ghost of Kakkarot. He had half a mind to go find the third class, regardless of who and how many people he was training with and throw him to the ground and take him! Common sense gripped him for once.

Instead, he shut off his gravity room, knowing he would not be able to concentrate on his training any more that day. He hadn't been able to concentrate much on anything for weeks, aside from his saiyan counterpart. In the past few days, though, it had affected his training.

He stormed out of the room, noting the setting sun, and scowling that he had been forced to quit so early, again. He stalked towards the main compound of Capsule Corp. and entered through the kitchen, stopping to grab a `light snack,' his appetite even suffering. When he polished off a few heaped plates of whatever had looked good enough, he went to the living room, having heard the background noise of the television.

The woman sat on the couch, looking up curiously when he leaned against the archway. He pretended not to notice, instead looking at the entertainment box as if it were the most enthralling thing in the world.

"Was there something you wanted, Vegeta?"

The prince almost scowled at the wording of the question. He did not doubt that the woman had been unintentional with her particular phrasing, but his mind leapt to its own private images of what exactly it was that he wanted.

"…Yes," he finally answered, looking at her directly. She would do. She would do nicely. He had once said that she was beautiful, and he hadn't been lying. She was not Kakkarot, but he had to do something! Aside from all that, she was lonely as of late. For what seemed the hundredth time, she and her `boyfriend' had broken up. She had been accusing him of cheating on her, but not once had the prince picked up any foreign scent on the human other than the woman's. It didn't matter.

Vegeta walked forward, and without a word, scooped the woman off the couch and carried her upstairs, her shock too great to offer up any protests.

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Vegeta left Capsule Corp. at noon. The woman was a few months pregnant with his unborn child. She probably thought that he was leaving to go train somewhere. He didn't really care. They had virtually no relationship. When their child was born, she would care for it, and he would train it. As far as he could see, that would be the extent of their association.

He was headed somewhere in particular, though. His senses told him the Kakkarot was training alone today. The Namek and his brat were off somewhere else. It was a perfect opportunity.

When he landed, his boots making soft crunches in the snow, he immediately saw the orange-clad fighter looking at him in surprise. He had expected as much.

"Hi Vegeta! What brings you out here?" the man asked, scratching at his head.

"You."

The taller warrior blinked, confusion settling on his features.

"Well, what can I do for you?"

Vegeta smirked, his mind going into overdrive. Rather than answering, he walked up to the younger saiyan, standing only a few feet away, and looked at him steadily. Inside, he felt jittery and weak.

If possible, Kakkarot looked even more confused.

Vegeta, however, watched as he raised his own gloved hand, extending a finger to hover a millimeter away from an orange chest to travel up slowly, trailing along the collar to until it reached the shoulder. From there it ran up the neck to just barely brush along the jaw, stopping at the curve of the man's chin, resting finally against his skin.

It was then that the prince looked into the warrior's startled eyes and took a step closer.

"Kakkarot…" he breathed, maintaining eye contact.

The younger saiyan's mouth worked furiously to answer, finding difficulty in producing sound. The prince took the chance to press his lips forcefully against the other's, eliciting a noise of shock from the third class. All the longing, the want, the need that Vegeta had kept bottle up poured out of him as he gripped the other man tightly to him, slipping inside Kakkarot's warm cavern while surprise still overtook his mouth.

*This, this is what I've been longing for…* Vegeta thought.

After a hesitant moment, the prince felt strong arms envelop him, holding him tightly as the third class returned every bit of passion the prince gave him. Vegeta left Kakkarot's mouth, trailing his lip along the man's jaw and down his neck, going so far as to nuzzle while the other man teased his earlobe.

Vegeta's grip loosened on the orange cloth, fingers splaying to run across the man's chest, wanting nothing more than to remove it. He was in a state of pure bliss, his emotions pooling in his groin to awaken him fully. Somehow, his hands had lost their gloves and managed to wriggle under the cloth covering the warrior's torso, relishing in the skin-to-skin contact as they glided gracefully across the smooth and hardened chest.

Abruptly, he was pushed away.

Startled, he looked up into Kakkarot's countenance, noting the heavy breathing of the man as he looked off into the sky. He too peered in that direction, a scowl adorning his features when he recognized two kis headed for them. The Namek and the brat.

"You should go."

Those words hurt. They hurt more than anything else could have hurt. For a moment, the prince stood still. He had to turn away. Vegeta felt his throat constrict as he bent down silently and picked up his abandoned gloves. He couldn't even meet the eyes of a third class! Carefully, he inserted his hands into the cloth, not bothering to look up when the other two landed. He was ashamed to feel tears pricking impatiently at his eyes, but his pride refused to let them fall. Above all else, he would not let Kakkarot see how easy it had been to defeat the prince of all saiyans.

He ignored the dual set of curious stares as he turned around and calmly walked away, his emotions in turmoil. He walked proudly, head up, refusing a backward glance. When he was out of sight, he ran. He ran as fast as he could.

*Kakkarot…* his mind called miserably, as his legs carried him away at a blinding pace, his mind focused on putting as much distance between himself and the third class as he could. He became aware that he tasted something salty on his lips and realized it was his own tears that he shed.

*Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!*

He wasn't sure when he had taken to the air, all that registered was landing in the woman's yard. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he was running again. There was only one place on the planet left for him to go.

He rushed up to the panel, punching in the sequence for the ramp to close as he ran through the open door, not even hearing it slide shut behind him. In moments, he was in the control room, scrabbling to sit at a control panel and hastily letting his fingers sweep over the keys. He felt the lurch of the Brief's ship and slammed himself into a chair, throwing the seatbelt across his chest.

If there was one thing he needed right now, it was to get away. The other was Kakkarot.

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A/N: Well, I'm evil incarnate. Poor Vegeta! I almost can't believe I did that to him. I hope I did a `good enough' job of explaining why Vegeta slept with Bulma. Then I gave him the world only to rip it away! Bwahahahaha!

*clears throat* Anyway, please review.