Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Strange Duet ❯ Fourth Movement ( Chapter 3 )

Strange Duet Fourth Movement

~~ Indicates flashbacks

Son Goku sat on the floor of the bathroom connected to the room his prince
lay recovering from his injuries. He stared up at the artificial lights and
carefully kept his thoughts perfectly blank. If he let himself, he would
start to think about what he had done to his prince, and if he thought about
THAT too much, then he would start to get all flushed and hot all over, and
he would want to go back in there.

He drew his knees up closer to his body and wrapped his arms around him. He
curled his tail around his ankles protectively. He still couldn't understand
what had came over him. He was torn between conflicting and powerful
emotions. On the one hand, there was the feeling that he should be there
when his prince awoke, and then there was the fear of what would have
happened if his little outburst had continued for much longer. Then there
was the most powerful feeling, the one Goku struggled the hardest against.
It was the memory of his prince's scent, the way he tasted, looked, and the
way his body felt when he was on top of him.

Goku moaned and buried his head in his arms. 'What's wrong with me?'

********

Bulma watched the camera feed without really seeing it. There wasn't much to
see, really; nothing had happened after Goku had hid himself in the
bathroom. She had never thought to see Goku act this way, ever. She had sat
unmoving for hours trying to think what, if anything, she should do about
it.

To confront Goku would mean she had been spying on him, and she was loath to
lose his trust after so many years. 'So if I'm going to talk to him, I can't
mention anything about it,' she mused, 'but I need to find out what's wrong
to make him act so-' She thought back to the way he had crawled into the bed
with his prince as if they were old lovers, the way he growled and nipped.
And licked. '-animalistic.'

********

Machia lay on top of the roof of Capsule Corporation, directly above the
room where he was staying. He liked it there because he found it both
comfortable and secluded from the hustle and bustle of Capsule Corporation
daily life. It also gave him the peace and quiet he needed to concentrate on
the problem at hand. He had seen the security cameras scattered about
Capsule Corp and knew that there was at least one in every room. He needed
to be able to find a way to ensure those cameras would be offline when he
took care of the Saiyajin. Then it would be simply a matter of removing the
other Saiyajin from the room long enough to get the job done. A distraction
of some sort was all that would be needed.

He looked and saw a figure walking along the garden path across the way from
him. It was very small, and he could see a brown tail waving back and forth
slowly as it went from flower bed to flower bed, smelling at all the
different flora.

'Young Gohan,' he mused. 'Perfect.' He jumped off the roof and landed
gracefully on the ground some thirty feet below. He walked calmly over.

"Gohan!" he called out to him, waving. "What are you up to this morning?
Where is your father?" He came to a stop in front of him and smiled. "You're
usually off with him at this time of day. Why the change of plans, little
one?"

Gohan looked up at Machia and responded. "He's with that Vegeta man," he
said. "He should be out soon though."

"Ah. Why is that?" Machia asked as he went over to his favorite flowering
Earthling plant. They were called roses, or something similar, and they
reminded him of a flower back on Vellia, but of course the scent was
different and the color was all wrong. "I thought your father meant to stay
in there with his friend until he got better. He looked awfully hurt."

"But he's gonna be better soon, I can tell." Gohan ambled up to a beetle a
few feet away and squatted next to it for a better look. He pointed to it
and turned back to Machia. "Ceirotonus jambar, see?" he said.

"Very interesting. How do you know that the Sai- your Daddy's friend is
going to get better soon? How can you tell?"

If Gohan was aware of the change in Machia's manner there were no outward
signs. He absently poked the beetle with a twig he had found nearby. "I can
feel his ki. It's getting bigger and that's how you can tell he's getting
better. Daddy taught me to how find ki and how to tell if they're good or
bad, or hurt and stuff. It's easy once you get the hang of it." The beetle
scuttled away and hid under a bush. Gohan stood up and continued down the
path. Machia walked after him in a daze.

"Y-you can sense ki? I see." Machia struggled to remain outwardly calm. It
would not do to upset the child without reason. "How long do you think it
will be before your father's friend is healed?"

Gohan merely looked back at his friend and shrugged. "I dunno, not long,
like I said. Maybe a day or two before he's all better. His must be really
strong, though, because his ki is climbing pretty high,

Gohan merely looked back at his friend and shrugged. "I dunno. Not long,
like I said. Maybe a day or two before he's all better. He must be really
strong though, because his ki is climbing pretty high, even though he still
hasn't woken up."

Machia nodded slowly. "I see... Well, enjoy yourself Gohan, I have some
things to take care of. Be good for your father and Miss Bulma." He then
promptly jumped up and streaked off in the direction of his ship.

*******

'Strange,' thought Machia as he flew towards his ship, 'that the Saiyajin
would choose to grow his blasted tail back on the very same day his
counterpart arrives at this planet. There's no longer any guarantee that
I'll be able to get to him before he's strong enough to survive any sort of
"accident" I can throw his way. If I try anything and fail, there'd be two
angry Saiyajin after me, and at least one all too willing to blast me into
me into little blue chunks, so that idea is completely shot.'

Machia saw the familiar shape of the mountain range he had left his ship in.
'Which leads me back to where I was before he came, asking my dear space
trader friend Clavical for advice. Assuming he can be bothered to answer his
calls, that is.'

He landed on the grass in front of the entrance to his ship and walked in.
He saw with a small amount of distress that he had neglected to power off
the ship and close the hatch the day before. 'Of course, I suppose I can
forgive myself seeing how as I thought a fully-powered genocidal Saiyajin
was coming, but nonetheless, it was still a rather sloppy thing to do, and I
should be grateful that this place is so desolate or my ship may have had
some unwelcome visitors.'

The screen was flashing from a dark to light blue, indicating that someone
wished to contact him. He told the computer to answer the call, and the
screen abruptly changed to that of a bright emerald green lizard-like
creature with spikes on its shoulders and upper arms. It had large eyes that
reminded Machia of the annoying little insects he had seen during his stay
on Earth that liked to buzz around food and fecal matter. The large eyes
were a bright shade of yellow, a trait that his species exhibited when they
were extremely happy or pleased. It sounded like there was a party of some
sort going on in the background.

"Clavical," greeted Machia with all the friendliness he could muster. "It's
good to see you. I was worried for you when you did not answer my call
yesterday. It is bad business to miss calls, and I know how important
business is to you, my friend."

"Ahhh, my good man, that doesn't matter right now! Have you not heard?"

"Enlighten me," Machia said dryly.

Clavical's forked tongue flicked out and tasted the air as he laughed.
"Unusual for you not to be caught up on recent events! I heard it over the
interplanetary line a over week ago, and it's been nothing but parties and
the like ever sense! The tyrant king Freeza is dead!"

Machia eyes widened and he could feel the fur on his back and tail poof up
from sheer shock. "D-did you just say dead?"

"Indeed I did! I don't know how long ago it actually happened, you know how
they like to keep any and all news on Freeza hushed up to prevent a panic,
so of course the details to how and why are hard to come by to say the
least, but I've heard this one from at least a dozen sources so it must be
true: the one who managed to kill the nasty abomination was one of his own
servants."

Machia digested this. It was true that few knew that Freeza existed. The
reason he knew was because as the prince and future ruler on Vellia, he was
privy to a great deal of classified information. Most who did know believed
him to be something of an interplanetary urban myth, a boogey man. Machia
shared in this belief and had balked when it had trickled through to him
that Vellia was next on the list of planets to be purged.

Something he regretted daily.

'One of his own servants.' Machia had also heard that, from time to time,
Freeza would see fit to keep one of the victims of a planet purging alive,
to assist in future planet purges and to do anything else that pleased the
creature. Such had been the fate of the Saiyajin prince, Vegeta.

"Tell me, Clavical. You said the details of how and why are scarce but do
you know when or where it happened?"

Clavical merely waved a six-clawed hand, a gesture that meant "don't know"
among his people. Then there was a strange hissing noise in the background,
and Clavical's eyes glowed and even brighter shade of yellow. "That's my
lady friend calling, seems she wants to celebrate, too. I'll call you when
anything new develops!" he said, and the screen went abruptly blank.

"Hmph!" Machia laid his ears back and began to smooth the fur on his back
and tail back down again. The exchange had not been as informative as he
had hoped it would be, but nothing seemed to go as planned for him these
days. He considered his options once more.

'What do I know? I know that about one Earthling day ago the Saiyajin prince
that is known for his power and skill in battle arrived here on the verge of
death, on the very same day the other Saiyajin chooses to grow his tail
back. I know that Freeza was killed at an unknown time, on an unknown planet
by an unknown servant of his.'

He stopped smoothing his fur down as he began to put the pieces together. 'I
know that the destination coordinates on the Saiyajin's ship were changed
from an unknown planet to here and I know that the planet he was last on was
planet Freeza number 71. Could it be that the Saiyajin was the one?'

'There are very few creatures alive that have the power to injure the
Saiyajin so badly, and just as few are malicious enough to do it so cruelly.
In order for the Saiyajin to have lost as much blood as that one did, its
opponent could not have been fighting to kill the Saiyajin, he just wanted
to see him suffer. And if half of the things I hear about Freeza are true,
then he definitely would enjoy seeing any mutinous servant of his suffer
before he decided to let it die. Therefore, it could be possible that the
Saiyajin crossed Freeza and was beaten within an inch of his life just
before some unknown warrior came to kill him, but it does nothing to explain
how the Saiyajin managed to survive.'

'Unless the Saiyajin was that warrior, and the battle was a particularly
brutal one.' He laid his ears back and crossed his arms as he thought.
'Naturally, no duel involving Freeza or the Saiyajin would be a pleasant
one. So, it is equally possible that the Saiyajin fought and killed Freeza,
but barely managed to survive himself, crawled into his little pod, and set
course for Earth before passing out from blood loss. It seems like the
life-support on the pod should have slowed the blood flow at least, but
perhaps it was faulty.'

Machia ambled outside of his ship in a daze. 'It all fits perfectly. I
simply can not believe it. When that Saiyajin recovers in a few days time,
he may well be will be more powerful than Freeza himself.'

********

Goku stood outside the room that his prince was in, leaning against the door
and facing the first friend he had ever known, Bulma. He was hating every
single second of it, too. Loathing it. Despising it. Because she knew.

What he had done, or more precisely, was about to do when that crash had
startled him, that is. He didn't know how she knew, and he could tell she
was trying to act natural or something, but it was still blindingly obvious.
It was in the way he could smell a weird acidic tint to her scent, the way
her eyes blinked too much, the way she wouldn't quite look him in the eyes,
and talked too fast, as if she was in a hurry to get her words out before
she could slip and say the wrong thing. Yep, she knew all right.

She had come with some food and a change of clothes, to "see how he was
holding up". She had insisted that he get away from there, to get some "time
to himself" and that she would watch the prince and let Goku know if
anything happened. Goku despised the entire false nature of the
conversation. He knew damn well why she wanted to him get away from his
prince, but what could he say? She wouldn't understand, that was for damn
sure. That was the other part he hated about the situation. He couldn't say
anything because he couldn't drop his end of the little charade. It was
frustrating. He just wanted to be with his prince, and she had no right to
try and keep him away!

Goku mentally sighed and tilted his head back so it rested on the door.
Maybe she was right. It probably wouldn't hurt to have a nice relaxing
shower and then some rest. Maybe being cooped up for so long in that tiny
room really was the root of his current problem. He had never felt or acted
like this before last night, that was for certain. Surely it was all because
of all the stress of his tail growing back, Vegeta's arrival, and not
getting any sleep to top it off. Yeah, that had to be it. With a nice long
and relaxing shower, some rest and maybe a bit of a snack (the the food
Bulma brought wasn't filling enough), and then everything would be in order.

Then he would come back to the hospital wing and tell Bulma that she could
go back to her duties, so that he could watch over his prince without
worries. He still wanted to be there when he woke up, after all.

********

Goku stripped his clothes off and deposited them into the nearest hamper
before trotting to the shower and turning the hot water on full blast. He
stepped in and stood for a moment, enjoying the way the water felt as it
fell from the showerhead to his skin, heating and soothing it. If there was
one thing he loved about living at Capsule Corp, it was the showers. The
water pressure was great, and the temperature was always perfect. Goku could
feel the stress steadily slipping from his mind. He closed his eyes and
tilted his head back, letting the water hit his face and run down his body.

As he washed himself, he allowed his mind to wander freely for the first
time since last night. He didn't know how powerful Vegeta was, and therefore
it was impossible to guess exactly when he would be strong enough to regain
consciousness, but it should be soon. 'Basically that senzu healed his
wounds and broken bones, but it barely restored any of his ki whatsoever.
All he needs is to rest long enough to fully restore his ki.' Goku smiled
faintly to himself. 'I bet he'll be in no time. I can feel his ki rising
steadily, now that I think to search for it.'

He took the shampoo down from it's shelf and began to rub it in his tail,
enjoying the pleasant feeling of it as he rubbed it into the fur,working it
into the scalp underneath. 'I wonder what he'll think of me when I meet him?
He seemed kind of scary in that vision the dragon gave me back when I made
my wish. But last night, when we were alone-' Goku's body began to feel
flushed all over again, but he dismissed it as the heat of the water. His
tail, still coated with shampoo, began to reach around his hips toward his
groin. 'It was so-'

~His lips gently touched that of his prince.~

'so-' It reached his manhood and rubbed gently against it, stroking it as
Goku leaned against the shower wall, his palms splayed against it, his head
tilted back as his eyes closed in pleasure-

~A low moan escaped his throat, and he withdrew his tongue from his prince's
mouth to lick at the lower lip once more before moving his head down to
nuzzle at the neck, just below the jawbone.~

'So delicious.'

One hand left the tiles of the shower wall to grasp the base of his
still-sensitive tail, rubbing it gently between his forefinger and thumb,
reveling in the lovely feeling of the fur between his fingers. The
sensitivity from tail underneath sent little shivers up his spine, and then
there was the beautiful feeling of his slickened tail curled around his
shaft as it stroked the bottom, then went up to the head, before going down
again and setting up a even pace. The heat he felt spread throughout his
body and grew stronger until he felt like he was on fire. His mind focused
on last night's encounter and filled in the blanks as to what could have
happened with explicit detail. He growled deep within his throat in
pleasure, bucked his hips, and rubbed his thumb over the ridge on the
underside of the tail that had been absent two days ago. Delicious indeed.

The pace of his tail and hand quickened as he felt his orgasm approach.
Every hair on his body stood on end as the pleasure mounted, and his entire
body jerked forward. He saw nothing but white for a brief second. His
breath came in small pants, and he could feel the fire in his body
dissipate. He looked down and saw his tail, still wrapped around his manhood
and covered in a white, sticky substance that was most defiantly not
shampoo. Quickly, Goku rinsed himself off, exited the shower, and dressed
himself in the clothes Bulma had provided when she had "come to see how he
was holding up".

Son Goku stared at himself in the mirror. He was still flushed a little bit
in the cheeks even though he didn't feel all hot and funny like before. It
seemed he got that way when he so much as thought about the prince.

'Good Lord,' he thought with sudden panic. 'What am I going to be like when
he actually wakes up and I have to talk to him, and look into those eyes,
and listen to his voice, and-'

He backed up against the wall in shock and dropped to the floor with a soft
"thump", drew his knees up to his body and wrapped his arms around them.
Looking up at the artificial lights, he thought, 'What am I going to do?'