Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ To Hell Together ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Thanks for your nice review, LadyKATT! this is the second part. I hope you will enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ characters.
Warnings: Yaoi - G/V.

To Hell Together by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com)

Part 2

“Vegeta! Vegeta, stop this!” Bulma attempted to stifle her husband’s outburst.

“Vegeta, calm down! Just say what’s wrong!” Goku screamed, blocking several of Vegeta’s punches. Both were in the air above Capsule Corporation. Vegeta was driving him back with stunning speed and power and was doing a great deal of damage. Goku still didn’t fight with all his might. He tried to clear up why the prince had become so enraged. He was like mad man. It didn’t seem that he would react to anything that was said. Goku noticed that his refusal to fight and the first blood drawn only angered the other Saiyan more. In order to defend himself, Goku ascended to Super Saiyan One then to Super Saiyan Two, but even that wasn’t enough to hold Vegeta down.

“Dad, calm down! Goku didn’t do anything!”

Trunks didn’t get an answer. The blasting began. Goku tried to lure Vegeta away from the house, but Vegeta somehow managed to stay near it. Vegeta was too powerful to manipulate him. Goku ascended to Super Saiyan Three but got the feeling that Vegeta didn’t even notice it. The prince was so enraged and immersed in the fight. He didn’t even notice his power increase in reaction to Goku’s ascension.

“Get away!” Goku shouted to everyone on the ground as Vegeta’s ki ball shot past him. Capsule Corporation was doomed…

“That’s it, Vegeta! You could have hurt someone!” Now Goku was really angry. He punched Vegeta in the stomach then hit him on the back sending the prince crashing to the ground. But the effect he got wasn’t the one he had hoped for. Vegeta leapt back to his feet, looked Goku in the face, and ascended into Super Saiyan Three.

“Oh. My. God…” stammered Chichi. “What are you waiting for?!” she screamed at the other fighters, tearing her hair out. “Do something! Help him!”

“They have to sort it out once and for all,” Piccolo said calmly, watching the fight with his arms crossed. “But don’t worry, if this sorting-out ends up in the direction I don’t want, I will intervene.” Gohan and others nodded, agreeing. Chichi turned around to face Bulma, but she just shook her head helplessly.

Goku felt like he would have be fighting Buu. After each successful hit, Vegeta seemed to regenerate quicker and become even more powerful. Goku guessed that some of his ribs were broken, but he didn’t feel it. The adrenaline rush deadened much of the pain. All he felt was a little stab every now and then.

Goku noticed they both were covered with thick red blood. He began to get anxious; it might be him lying on the ground in the end.

Finally, using some feints, Goku managed to land a solid hit on Vegeta’s neck, and the black-haired prince fell limply to the ground. Gohan, Trunks, and Goten quickly went to Vegeta to check on him.

Gohan looked down at the unconscious prince. It was obvious that after the adrenaline wore out, the Saiyan wouldn’t even be able to stand up. But that Saiyan was Vegeta – unpredictable to a point. Gohan put ki restrains on Vegeta’s arms and feet. He turned to the tall Saiyan. “Dad, are you okay?” he asked, concerned. He still hadn’t recovered from shock.

“I’m not so sure, but Senzu beans would help…” Goku answered, wincing as he landed on his feet.

“Piccolo! Senzu bean!” Chichi ordered, extending her palm. Piccolo’s bean immediately reached Goku. After swallowing the bean, Goku shortly felt better.

“Would someone be so kind as to explain what I did that made Vegeta attack me?” he asked, surveying and estimating the damage. The lawn was one big hole. Half of the Capsule Corp. building didn’t exist anymore. But the main thing was that no one was hurt. Except Vegeta.

Everybody was silent. Except Chichi.

“He went mad, that’s why he attacked! That’s the only explanation there is!” Chichi turned on her friend, more than enraged. “Bulma, that freak of yours tried to kill my husband, and you have nothing to say?!”

“Well, I am not responsible for Vegeta’s actions! I don’t control him like you control your Goku!” Bulma snapped at Chichi, eyes flashing.

“What are you going to do with him?” Goku asked, ignoring the last part of the sentence.

“Me? Oh, no! He’s not my problem, not anymore. Our relationship hasn’t been very good lately – and you know what I’m talking about with Vegeta. It’s been really bad. And now he’s destroyed my house! So from now on – I am a free woman!” Bulma finished with her finger raised highly in the air. Trunks stood beside her, his little mouth and blue eyes big in unbelief. Krillin pushed him over to where his wife and Goten were standing farther away.

“That was the quickest divorce process I have ever seen,” Krillin said after he was back, “but at least wait till he regains consciousness.”

“He knows the rules perfectly! I told him the next time he flies into a tantrum, that will be our last time together!”

“So, this is not his first hullabaloo?”

“No, but those were nothing compared to this…”

“When did it start?” wondered Krillin.

“I don’t know… Maybe three or two months back…” Bulma said slowly, sinking to the ground. Then she began to cry. She finally realized what happened. “I really tried to find out what was wrong, but you know him,” she said, shrugging. “He said I was imagining things. The more I questioned, the more distant he got. I love him, but this… and now he has reached the third stage of Super Saiyan…”

Goku kneeled next to her and folded Bulma in his arms. “It’s not your fault. I’ll do everything I can to clear up the situation. Try to calm down. I’ll watch over him. I doubt he would touch you or Trunks. It has never happened before, and let’s hope it won’t ever happen.”

Eventually, there were just four of them left; Goku, Piccolo, Krillin and an unconscious Vegeta. It was dark already and the others had drifted away to their houses. The four stared at Vegeta’s manacled body and tried to decide what to do now.

“You of course noticed the strange coincidence…” Piccolo said, looking at Goku.

“Yeah, it’s somehow connected with me… Bulma said he had been in this state for several months. That is more or less the time I came back to Earth.”

“And I thought he got over that ‘I am number one’ obsession…” Krillin rubbed his forehead. “That’s between two of you, but let me give you some advice, Goku. Don’t give him any Senzu beans. At least not before everything is cleared up. Otherwise he might simply attack you again. I’m guessing that this was his first ascension into Super Saiyan Three; so, it probably took a lot of his energy. But the second time… Just be careful,” he finished, eying Vegeta.

“We can’t leave him here. We don’t know what he might do…”

“Bring him to the Lookout,” offered Krillin.

“Dende would freak out. He doesn’t like Vegeta,” Piccolo shook his head.

Goku made the final decision: “I promised Bulma I’d take care of him. I’ll take him to my old house where I lived with my grandfather. It’s in the middle of woods; so, it would be less risky. But I will need your help. Lots food and supplies, bandages, bedclothes and stuff. I doubt that after today Chichi would give anything to Vegeta, and I won’t be able do take care of it because I’ll need to watch over him.”

“You don’t need to make excuses. We’ll get everything you might need. Actually, I’m worried about our ‘Prince of all Saiyans’…” Krillin nodded his head and flew away to look for supplies, reassuring Goku that he would find the house by Goku’s ki.

“Be careful with him,” Piccolo nodded for goodbye. “I hope this incident has an explanation. Otherwise…” Piccolo didn’t finish the sentence and turned his eyes away from Goku.

“Of course there’s an explanation!”

“I hope so, I really hope so…”

When Goku was left alone with Vegeta’s unconscious body, he thought about instant transmission, but pulled back. Fresh air would help to refresh his mind, and Vegeta wouldn’t be hurt any more than he already was. Goku removed his son’s restrains from Vegeta’s arms and feet. Carefully, trying not to hurt him, he put Vegeta’s now loose tail on his stomach and pulled Vegeta into his arms, taking to the sky.

After ten minutes of flying, Vegeta began to stir. He slowly opened his eyes, trying to figure out where he was and what was happening. He tried to speak, but his throat was hoarse. He tried to understand what Goku was doing and why he was still alive, but he was too weak and too tired. Every breath he took was painful. Vegeta was silent. He could identify the scent coming through his nose as that of Goku. He recognized Trunk’s and Bulma’s scents. That caused a tumult in his head. He whimpered and tried to pull away from Goku. “Let me go!” he requested, coughing a bit of blood and saliva.

“Don’t be stupid. You won’t event be able to stand,” Goku calmly shook his head, reaching with his right hand to wipe the blood from Vegeta’s face.

Goku increased his hold on Vegeta. Vegeta continued to squirm, but it only made the pain worse. He finally subsided.

“Where are you going?” Vegeta asked, watching Goku’s face intently, trying to read any hints in the half-light.

“To my old house.”

Vegeta would have asked more, but this time his wounds and fatigue were stronger than his mind. He could concentrate on only one question: “I tried to kill you…” he whispered, almost inaudibly.

“Yeah… How many does that make it? Six? Eight? Ten?” Goku tried to lower the tension between them, but when Vegeta’s angry dark eyes snapped at him, when he shuddered and hissed, Goku realized his mistake. Vegeta thought Goku was mocking him.

“Vegeta, we’ll talk about this later. When you are in a little better condition…”

Oh…, Vegeta would have argued about that last sentence till his death, but he was already near blacking out again. He had not the slightest wish to deal with his most recent actions. Especially not with Kakarott. So, he just let his mind and body relax and succumbed to the darkness.

Goku sighed loudly when he saw Vegeta was out. The prince was stubborn as always. He thought about what it would take to keep Vegeta down and explain himself. He was sure he would hear the answer that Vegeta gave for all situations in his life. ‘I am the Prince of all Saiyans, and I do not need to explain anything to anybody!’

He sighed again. Sometimes Vegeta could be so childish. Goku’s corruption-free heart believed that the best way to dispose of uncomfortable situations and problems was to just spit them out. Granted, Vegeta had a big mouth; he wasn’t one to let something just slide. But everything he said was just harassments or cold remarks. He never got to the bottom or really told anybody what was bothering him. Even Bulma…

Goku was deeply affected by Bulma’s revelation that Vegeta’s aggression had increased in the last few months. But he hadn’t hurt anybody. At least Bulma didn’t say so… The revelation bothered Goku.

Goku knew that his friends expected him to finally stop Vegeta’s aggression toward himself and to show Vegeta his place. Goku shook his head, angry. What do they know?! Vegeta is powerful; not relenting and easy-going. And Goku liked it. He admired Vegeta’s strength and intelligence. And what would become of Vegeta if he was humiliated and controlled? Goku knew the answer. He would become the man full of hate and joyous murdering as he had been under the reign of Frieza.

Goku growled deep in his throat, acknowledging the fact that about an hour ago that man was back. Goku didn’t want him back. He was glad that while fighting Buu, Vegeta finally seemed to accept him. He was tired of Vegeta being so hostile. Goku just wanted to learn some things from him, maybe even to get to know something about his home world. Goku had many friends and silently hoped that one day Vegeta would be one of them. Okay, if not a friend then at least an ally. But he wished that the constant stupid rivalry, the growling and the glares would stop.

Over the past several months, he had not had many opportunities to socialize with Vegeta, but when he had, he was pleased that the other full-bloodied Saiyan didn’t ignore or brush him off. They even managed to strike up a normal civilized conversation once or twice. Of course they talked about fighting and power, but Goku was content. He himself never got tired talking and hearing about fighting. Besides, he talked with Vegeta, hoping to hear more. He wanted to know more about his prince.

They had even had several normal sparring sessions where Vegeta didn’t try to kill him. Goku hoped it was a start. But, that was it. It seemed that as soon as things started to get better, they got worse. Like this evening. And a few weeks ago. Goku wasn’t sure, but it seemed that Vegeta was avoiding him. And when their paths crossed, Vegeta was hostile again. The growling and glares were there again. Goku sighed again. This was just too complicated. At least for now…

Goku felt rather than saw the house in the darkness. He landed near the door. It was locked.

“Just perfect…” muttered Goku and wearily kicked at the door. It wouldn’t able to hold Vegeta back anyway, and anyone who tried to get in would regret that till the last day of their lives. Goku smiled at the thought of Vegeta scaring a thief to the death.

He carefully flashed his ki and looked around. There was dust everywhere and spider webs. He stumbled as the floor cracked. And there was a moldy smell… It was exactly what you would expect from an old un-kept house. But Goku didn’t see any of this. He was flooded by memories.

He reached the bed where his grandfather had slept a long time ago. It was all rusted, but it would do. He carefully laid Vegeta on the mattress, hoping that the bed would hold him. It squeaked not being used to such a heavy weight, but it held.

Now that Vegeta was safely lying in bed, Goku flashed his ki brighter. Some rats rushed into their holes. No big deal. As soon as Vegeta woke up, he would deal with the problem instinctively.

Goku brushed most of the dust from a wooden chair and sat. The next second he realized he had firewood. He got up from the floor and went to the kitchen. He decided that it was too late to make a fire, and it wasn’t cold. The chimney would probably collapse anyway.

Then his cell phone rang. Of course it was his wife. Goku answered, wondering how in hell the stupid thing had managed to stay intact while he was fighting Vegeta.

“Where are you?!” Chichi’s sounded angry, and Goku was glad that she was a long way away.

“I am with Vegeta at my old house.”

“And what are you doing there?” she asked.

“I am trying to help Vegeta.”

“For GodS sake! He attacked you! In the end, it would be you who needs help! And why do you care about him? Leave him to the others! Why it always has to be you who…”

“Stop it! We made an agreement, and I don’t want to hear this!” Goku was angry. “You know, if I always was concerned only about my own ass, I wouldn’t have anyone to stand beside me and help me!”

“Fine! I warned you about that freak and if…”

“Don’t call him that!” Goku could almost see Chichi roll her eyes, and it made him even angrier.

“Okay, if it bothers you, I won’t. How long are you going to stay here? Goten will miss you…”

Now Goku was really mad. Had it not been for Vegeta, he would have screamed. “Don’t you dare to use my son to manipulate me!”

“I am sorry. I didn’t intend to. If you want, I’ll let him come to you. I’m sure it will take time for Vegeta to heal.”

Goku relaxed a bit. That was some compromise, coming from Chichi. “No, that isn’t a very good idea. I don’t know what to expect from Vegeta. He’s badly wounded; so, I don’t think it would be the best place for Goten. But call Bulma and ask if Trunks can come. He could come over as soon as Vegeta feels better.”

Chichi sighed into the phone. “Ok, I’ll call her. Just be careful… Bye.”

Goku put the phone on the kitchen table and went back to Vegeta.