Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ That'll Do, Son. ❯ Finally! ( Chapter 4 )

A/n: Wow.. I feel really really loved right about now.. hehe! Anyway, I've been superbly busy as of late, and I have no idea how this chapter will turn out, but here goes nothing… ^^

Chapter 4.

"Masaka... Kakarot...?"

Goku nodded once. "That's me."

The first guard edged forward and placed a hand on Goku's chest. The earth saiyan tensed up, as he didn't know what the guard was doing, but after a few moments, the guard stepped back and closed his mouth, adopting a sour look. "The Legendary…" He shook his head and turned to face the group as a whole. "I take it you're all here to see his majesty?"

Kale nodded. "Bardock and his son have been summoned, but we couldn't figure out which son. So I told him to just bring both. Zorn and Sullion you should already know."

The first guard nodded. "I do. My name is Paragus, and this," he motioned to his accompanying guard, "is my son Brolli. Watch your back, Kakarot... Hell can be dangerous, for newcomers."

Goku blinked at the cryptic warning and stumbled as he was shoved from behind. They all passed Paragus and Son and entered the castle. Once inside, Goku let out a small sigh and turned to Radditz, who was frowning deeply. "What was that guy so uptight about?"

"Paragus has had it in for you since you were born, Kakarot."

Goku stopped in his tracks. "What!?"

The rest of the group stopped. Bardock continued, "When you were just a newborn, Kakarot, you cried constantly. So much so, that you drove your crib mate, Brolli, insane. Ever since this happened, Paragus has been absolutely determined to get revenge on you for taking his son's frame of mind."

"Then why didn't he just try it there?"

"Because you had me, Radditz, Zorn, Kale, and Sullion with you, and together, we could probably have him making a mold in the ground faster than you could see."

Goku doubted that. "Oh."

"Anyway, we should probably head out to see His Majesty. Zorn, will you do the honor of leading us?"

Zorn smirked. "Of course." He set off through a series of halls and stairways. Everything was drenched in a menacing black or dark red, giving the castle a feeling of a stereotypical vampire's home. There were the occasional guards around, all bending at the waist in respect to Zorn (they were also bowing to Goku, since he was The Legendary, but Goku didn't think about that.). Goku was so busy taking in his surroundings that he ran right into Radditz when they stopped outside the entrance to the royal chambers, earning a glare from his brother.

Kale approached the door and knocked a few times. A call was emitted. "Who the hell is it?"

"It's me, sire. I brought them."

"You may enter."

Kale pushed the door open and motioned for Bardock and his two sons to enter. Goku began to sweat nervously... What if the King didn't like him? What if he was like his son, and wanted him dead because he was a shame to the race? What if-

"There's three of them."

"We didn't know which son you wanted, Sire."

"Bardock, Kakarot, stay. Radditz, Sullion, leave us."

"Yes, sire." They said it in unison.

Goku's heart fell into his toes at the sight of his brother exiting the chambers. He KNEW that he could take anything from the king AND his father, but Goku couldn't help but feel a little more than a tiny bit nervous. He cleared his throat, trying to remove the spiny frog from his voice box, and stared at his feet. Before he could finish the action, though, a hand buried itself in Goku's pant leg and yanked the earth-saiyan onto a knee. The King chuckled.

"So, you're the one that stripped my son of his rights."

Goku felt a cold sweat bathe his skin.

"Never would of thought it... third class, no less. Stand."

They followed suit.

"Hmm... not a bad specimen at all," he said, circling Goku and prodding here and there. "though you could use a bit of work on your bone structure. Bardock," he addressed, his eye twitching a tiny bit, "tell me. How did he, a third class brat with virtually no power level at birth, achieve what my son's destiny foretold?"

Bardock's jaw dropped, his reply sticking on his bottom lip. Goku's father's eyes trailed to his son, wide with uncertainty. "I-I don't know, sire. I certainly never expected him to achieve such a level."

"Indeed." The king took another circle, and then tapped a button on his scouter. "Resting level of 5? And you're The Legendary? Impossible," he scoffed, "you must be a fraud."

Goku's eyes shone indignantly as he stepped forward to defend himself. Bardock's hand on his chest stopped him before he could make the mistake, and the king met Goku's eyes.

"Kakarot, or Goku, as you seem to like to be called, why are you doing these things to Vegeta? Hmm? After all, you, who, after getting dropped on your head, lost all of your saiyan conditioning and became a weak sod who SAVES the universe instead of following your brethren, should be the one getting stabbed in the back by a fellow saiyan."

Goku was in awe as to how fast news can travel. "Well, sir, I uh...I don't mean to do the things I do-Honest, I don't! I'm sure if I knew a bit more about the saiyan customs-"

"BUT YOU DON'T, YOU THIRD CLASSED, BRAIN DAMAGED BASTARD!"

Goku and Bardock jumped at the sudden outburst.

"How DARE you speak to me in such a manner? It's YOUR fault that my son has been corrupted into a weak-minded emotional fool! I spent what precious time that I had conditioning him, and you! You taught him to DOUBT!"

"I-I'm sorry, sir!"

"Sorry doesn't cut it, third-class! I want your ass to stay AWAY from him, do you hear me? Far, FAR AWAY."

"Y-yes, sir." Stay away from Vegeta? But that was the whole reason he was trying to get back home...Goku tried to suppress the sinking in his stomach.

"Bardock!"

"Sire?"

"Teach your mutt how to behave, the saiyan way. Don't miss anything, and make sure he remembers everything. Don't let me see you two again."

"Yes, sir."

"Sire."

"Get out of here."

Goku and Bardock ended in a final bow before fleeting out of the door. Once outside, Goku moaned and buried his head in his hands as he slumped against the wall and slid down to his butt.

"Hey, kid. Keep your chin up."

"Keep my chin up? The prince hates me, now the KING hates me, I'm stuck in Hell, and everyone thinks I'm a traitor."

"At least your father and brother don't hate you."

"True, but how much can that defend me if everybody else does?"

They exited the palace gates with a sigh, piquing the curiosity of Goku's newfound comrades. He shook his head, indicating that he wasn't really in the mood to talk about anything, so they just kind of walked. Goku listened to the idle chatter of Radditz and Zorn, fascinated by the exotic-sounding saiya-go. They stopped their conversation with a chuckle, and Radditz addressed Goku, "So. I bet you're wondering what it's like down here, eh?"

"Sorta. Does everybody just kind of hang out? I mean, can you just run into random people?"

"Sure. It kinda sucks though, `cause if they're someone that doesn't like you, there's no law that says you can't brawl. It ain't so bad for us, since we're the elites, but some of the brats that got sent here are pretty beat up from it all."

"Oh," he replied with a downcast look, "so we could run into say, Freeza, or Cell, or Nappa, or-"

"You're scared of NAPPA!?"

"NO! I was just sayin' that since he's prolly so mad about `Geta killing him, he might see me and start doing that creepy thing where all the veins in his head twitch..."

"Haha, don't sweat it, kiddo. You'll be ok. After all, you're the legendary!"

"Right... heh..."

Meanwhile, Vegeta had since framed his picture of Goku and hung it on a random wall. Something had possessed him to run to town and get painting supplies, and he was now standing on a ladder (he was too short to reach the ceiling, low as it was) running the roller back and forth, back and forth... The orange was irritating to him, but he had thought about it and decided that it was actually Kakarot's special home, not his, and nothing should be changed - only restored.

The dumb baka... wonder what he's up to now? Vegeta replenished the paint on the roller and began the next spot on the ceiling. He had to admit, he did miss their spars. Most of the time, their scuffles got so intense that they could neither distinguish nor care about the sweat and blood on each others' faces...Kakarot was by no means undesirable, Vegeta thought, but he was third class, and had brain damage, and there were just too many things wrong.

Besides, he had Bulma. And he was happy...right?

There was nothing wrong with their relationship...plenty of sex and arguments, her cooking was tolerable, and she had given him a son... What more should he ask from her? Further yet, what did Kakarot have that she didn't?

The prince snorted. Well, for one, Kakarot was saiyan. Another, they could spar without women breathing down their necks...

"But he's third class. And I am the prince." Vegeta said bluntly, as if he was really only saying it out of habit. He took the roller from the ceiling and stared at the vibrantly coated sponge. "And the only way he can have ME, is if Hell freezes over twice."

A/n: OMG, I AM SO SORRY FOR WAITING SO LONG.

It couldn't be helped, tho, cuz my hard drive failed and Compaq's an asshole. (rather a squadron of them) So I just the new hard drive recently, but we didn't have the 98 startup disk, so I had to go without a computer for a WHILE.

T_T

Anyway, nothing exciting in THIS chapter, really (Sorry bout that, too…), but I SWEAR there will be next chapter. ^^