Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ To Hell Together ❯ Part 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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Warnings: Yaoi - G/V.

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

Part 4

Goku sat on his mattress, the only thing good to sit on, and watched Vegeta. After that incident earlier, he was afraid to leave even for a moment. When nature called, he'd run to the nearest bush so as to be within hearing distance of Vegeta, and even then he was checking Vegeta's ki.

He had called Krillin to ask him to get in touch with Piccolo, but Krillin had told him the Piccolo had already come and gone. He had Goku's clothes and was on his way. Goku smiled. He couldn't wait to see his friend.

Goku felt Piccolo's ki and soon saw him through the dust encrusted window as he landed near the house and let himself in.

"How is Vegeta?"

"He's out cold."

"Yes, I have heard about the latest event. Bulma sent some medicine," Piccolo said, handing several bottles and packets toward Goku. He also handed over a sheet of paper with Bulma's handwriting on it. "She sent many capsules. I have water, some bedding, and several Senzu beans. But, like we said before, keep them away from Vegeta, unless something bad happens."

"This is already bad enough… How did Bulma manage to contact you?" Goku wondered while checking everything Piccolo had brought.

"She called me," Piccolo said pulling his cell phone out from his pocket. Goku's eyes widened.

"You have a cell phone?! What's your number?" Goku asked enthusiastically.

Piccolo snorted at that but gave his number to Goku. "But call only when there's really something wrong; not when you are fighting with Chichi."

Goku stuck out his tongue at him. Piccolo rolled his eyes and turned away to Vegeta. "And what happened exactly?"

"I was checking the well outside. When I came back, he was gasping for air, his eyes were wide but unfocused, and then he just blacked out," Goku recited.

"I hope you didn't give him water from the well?" asked Piccolo, suspiciously eying Goku.

"Of course I didn't! I know that the well hasn't been used for about eight years and needs to be cleaned! Do you think I'm stupid?!"

"Sometimes, Goku, I don't know what to think. How old are you? You are so keen on fighting that you miss simple things," Piccolo said calmly looking Goku in the eye. Goku gaped at him. Piccolo continued: "Things like family and friends! For GodS sake! You have been gone for seven years! I know that with Chichi it was just a mutual agreement. You both were and still are using each other in order to get what you want. I can see it plainly! But how could you leave your son?! I know you love him, both of your sons, and I cannot understand why you would leave them like that!" Piccolo finished, waiting for Goku's reaction.

Goku slowly sat up on the floor, never letting his gaze fall from Piccolo's face. "Everything you said is true, and I know it. Leaving was the biggest mistake I have ever made, and I am terribly sorry for it. But I can't change anything now. The only thing I can do is make up for the time I wasn't here."

"Don't you think it's a bit too late?" Piccolo asked sarcastically. "Your elder son is about to have a family of his own and your younger son… Let's just say that it should be obvious that Vegeta has an instinct to protect and take care of all members of his race. Hmm… except you maybe …" Piccolo watched a miserable Goku sitting on the floor, his face in his hands. He noticed tears streaming down his face. "Damn it, Goku! I didn't mean that we don't need you! What I meant is that you have to fight hard in order to regain our trust. We know that every time there is a danger to Earth, you will come to the rescue. But we don't know if you will return our stolen hearts…"

"I had no idea you are so sentimental…" said Goku in a hoarse voice, still whimpering.

"Neither did I… If you tell anyone…" Piccolo threateningly raised his finger. But his attention suddenly turned to Vegeta. "Does he know?"

"Does he know what?"

"That he had reached the third stage of Super Saiyan?"

Goku shrugged his shoulders then shook his head, wiping away his tears. He doubted that Vegeta had noticed, considering the state he was in at the time. "It had to have been the first time. His hair flickered before he changed."

"That might have been a trick."

"I doubt that. He was too enraged to toy with me. What I'm most concerned about is… Every stage takes a very big emotional outburst. I wonder what I did to make him reach that stage…"

"That's between you and him. You have to sort it out. And don't tell him he reached Super Saiyan Three. First, because he might finally kick your ass. Second… with long hair he looks awful. I doubt my eyes would be able to bear that sight again…"

Goku giggled. "And I thought he looked great," he said, looking at Vegeta in admiration. "I doubt I look as good as he does!"

Piccolo watched Goku silently then turned his gaze to Vegeta. "If you need anything, call. Or raise your ki. And be on your guard. Now he looks calm and innocent, but that man almost killed you…"

As soon as Piccolo flew away, Goku found the table capsule and un-capsuled it outside the house. Those things really were noisy! Then he took one Senzu bean, split it in two then one more time. He crushed the fourth of Senzu bean and mixed it in a glass of water. Now the hard part… how to make Vegeta drink it?

"Vegeta," Goku called softly, gently shaking the other Saiyan by his shoulders. "Vegeta, wake up."

Vegeta's eyes fluttered open. His sight slowly concentrated on Goku.

"Drink this," Goku held glass out to him, "You should feel better after you drink this."

Vegeta slowly replayed the last few events in his mind. He stared for some time at Goku, then finally reached his hand out to take the water from him. He really felt thirsty. He noticed a relieved look on Kakarott's face.

"No, you'll spill it. Let me…" Goku tipped the glass towards Vegeta's mouth, but after the venomous glare, he stopped. Vegeta grabbed the glass, but Goku didn't let go. He held it the whole time Vegeta drank.

Goku put the now empty glass on the floor. That wasn't as complicated as he thought it would be. "Do you want more?" Goku watched as surprise flashed on Vegeta's face. Vegeta must have felt much better. He looked much better. His face wasn't so pale anymore, and the gash on his cheek seemed to be healed a bit.

"Yes, I do. What is it?" Vegeta demanded before leaning back against the pillow and surveying his surroundings.

"Piccolo gave it to me. I don't know what it is," Goku said with his back to Vegeta. He refilled the glass with water. He was glad he wasn't facing Vegeta. He had never been a good liar. He tried to still his tail, which was making strange curves behind his back to his annoyance.

"Yeah, sure…" Vegeta watched with amusement as Kakarott's tail made a triple turn.

Goku felt his cheeks blushing and took his time before going back to Vegeta. Now Vegeta was able to hold the glass by his own. Goku avoided his questioning eyes, but fortunately Vegeta didn't question further. Vegeta drank his water then gave the glass back to Goku. Goku was somewhat disturbed by Vegeta's calm behaviour. He went to the supplies Piccolo had brought. "Do you want to eat?"

"Yes, I do. But would you be so kind as to tell me where there is a toilet?"

Goku didn't like the sound of Vegeta's voice. He frowned and looked at Vegeta, meeting his cold eyes. "What's the problem, Vegeta? Why can't you forget your hostility?"

"How long are you going to keep me here?" Vegeta snarled at him instead of answering.

Goku scratched his head. That's why… "That depends on certain circumstances…" he answered truthfully, opening all the capsules he could reach. Bulma at least could have written what every capsule contained. Hell, he wasn't psychic. He finally found the capsule with a refrigerator, but now he was standing under a pile of various things.

"You want to teach me a lesson?" Vegeta asked, wishing he could cross his arms, but decided against it because of the pain in his ribs.

"No, that's not it. Besides, it would be useless. The thing is, I don't know what to expect from you after that attack. I want to know what I did to piss you off so much. What the hell was that earlier this morning?" Goku turned to Vegeta to see his reaction but couldn't read anything in those black shimmering eyes. Vegeta just stared back at him. Finally, after three minutes of silence, Goku gave in and turned back to the stove. "Do you really need to go to the bathroom?"

"Yes."

"Actually, I've been using the bushes. The outhouse collapsed a long time ago. Would you be able to stand?"

Vegeta carefully tried to sit up. He noticed that Kakarott had fixed him up: his wounds were tended and bandaged. And after he had attacked the man... His gaze took in his shredded and bloody trousers. He looked around but saw no clothing. Vegeta leaned on the bed and tried to stand up.

"Aren't you head-headed and tenacious," whispered Goku watching Vegeta lean on the windowsill. He shot forward in super speed to catch Vegeta as he heard the windowsill breaking.

"Argh…careful, you moron!" growled Vegeta as Goku accidentally bumped a bruised rib. Goku looked at him apologetically and put him back on the floor. Vegeta immediately uncurled his dexterous tail from around Kakarott's waist. It had coiled there for support while he was falling. Goku seemed not to even notice. Vegeta decided to forget his pride for the moment and let Kakarott help him outside. Goku left Vegeta outside with his business and went back to the stove, deciding the meat was cooked enough.

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Goku and Vegeta ate silently. Goku sat at the table, which he had moved to the middle of the room, and Vegeta was comfortably sitting on a new bed wearing some shirt given to him by Goku. Vegeta ignored Goku's slurping and munching as much as he could. His eyes darted to all corners of the house. The house had two rooms: bedroom and kitchen. The house was built out of dark timber giving it a dingy impression. There were four windows in the living room, one of which was near his bed, but they didn't help much to make it lighter inside. There was a TV on a small table to the side. He noticed a washing machine and some other supplies nearby. He recognised the things immediately. They were from Capsule Corporation.

He didn't like what he saw. He wasn't the tidiest person in the universe, but this was really too much! Stuff was spread out everywhere. Lots of stuff… That meant he and Kakarott were going to stay here for quite a while… "At least wash the windows and open the curtains if you want to keep me here! It's the middle of the day, but it looks like evening in here!" he ordered and continued eating. He had to admit that the food Kakarott gave him wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

Goku scratched his head. "Yeah, I thought about that, but I haven't had time yet…" He gave Vegeta a tentative smile. "So, you aren't mad that you'll have to stay here for a while?"

Vegeta's eyes snapped at him. "Oh no! I'm jumping for joy! I get to be your laboratory mouse! What do you want to know? When did I stop wetting the bed? When I first had sex?"

"Vegeta!!!" Goku knit his eyebrows. "I am trying to help you, and you're mocking me..!"

"I didn't ask you for help!"

"Of course you didn't! You just tried to kill me!"

"It's a pity that I didn't succeed!"

"Why did you attack me?"

"I hoped that a world without you would be less stupid!"

"Stop insulting me and say what's wrong!"

"I'm sure your tiny brain couldn't handle it!"

Goku felt himself loosing his temper. His tail lashed behind his back uncontrollably. "You here are the stupid one! You blasted your own house to hell and almost killed your son and wife!" As soon as the words left his mouth, Goku regretted them. They might make Vegeta go crazy again. He waited for Vegeta's reaction.

He didn't have to wait long. Vegeta's tail went rigid then began to lash back and forth. He bared his teeth and began to growl. "I was concentrating on fighting, and at least it wasn't me who left his son for seven years!"

"My family isn't your concern!"

"And mine isn't yours!"

"Grrr…" Goku swatted his plate away and shot through the open door. But on his way to the old lime, he stopped. Wait… this was his home, not Vegeta's! Goku angrily walked back to the house. He sat on the chair in the corner of the room and ignored Vegeta who was calmly finishing his meal.

"I don't know how Bulma could stand you."

Vegeta lifted his head. "She is more of a warrior than you!"

Goku opened his mouth to protest, but the strange shimmer in Vegeta's eyes stopped him. Vegeta wasn't angry anymore. He had teased him on purpose. He liked to see Goku enraged. Goku smiled at the other Saiyan, his anger gone. "Shut up, Vegeta. Or it'll be you who washes the windows."

Vegeta looked at him in surprise but just yawned at the threat and handed the empty plate to Goku.

Goku moved closer to Vegeta and took his plate. "Do you want more?"

"No. I want to sleep. So be quiet!" Vegeta announced, nestling down into the bedding.

"Okay. I'll be outside," Goku agreed and left the house with the dirty plates.

Vegeta contently laid his head on the pillow and breathed deep. Then stopped, starring with his mouth wide open. He turned his head toward the door. That scent! It was very faint, but it was there. And it was not his. He finally closed his mouth. He laid still for several minutes, various thoughts washing through his head. Could it be? But that was impossible. Why? Why is it impossible? But then… It could be… The scent was speaking for itself… He wasn't sure what to think.

TBC