Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Underlying Conspiracy ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I'm not making any money from this.

Warnings: Yaoi, m/m. Goku/Vegeta

 

Underlying Conspiracy

 

by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Veronica

 

Part 2

 

Goku and Vegeta were flying over a forest. They had been flying for several hours already. Vegeta was on the verge of killing Goku. Not that it was something new, mind you.

 

“Shut the fuck up!” Vegeta seethed. “How you can sing the same song all the time?!”

 

Goku thought a moment. “Oh, oh, I remembered another song about a cow and a goose! We can sing together - it's a really easy song.” Goku closed his eyes and opened his mouth:

 

“There lived two gooses near a stream.

There lived two gooses near a stream,

One white, one bl-”

 

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Vegeta screamed, shaking his head furiously. “I'll fucking kill you! Argh!” He howled to high heaven in despair.

 

“I know another one, if you don't like that one,” Goku apologetically smiled. He opened his mouth again.

 

“NOOOO! Enough!” Vegeta was all trembling. Then suddenly a salutary idea came to him. “Let's land to catch some food.”

 

“Ah! That's a good idea!” Goku nodded happily. He felt a bit gloomy that his current attempts to make Vegeta reach Super Saiyan Three had been postponed, but food always came first. “I do feel a bit hungry.” He slowed down and began to scan the seemingly endless forest underneath them. “I sense some ki over there. It feels like something big.”

 

“It's the rainforest, idiot. You feel an elephant-herd,” Vegeta rolled his eyes.

 

Goku's face fell. “No good. We can't eat an elephant.”

 

“Well, I can bet you'll have no problems with eating it until some guy starts shooting at you for poaching…”

 

“Out of the question,” Goku cut him off sternly. “We won't eat an elephant.”

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He descended a bit lower and slowed down even more. “There,” he motioned with his hand. “Should be a herd of wild boars.”

 

Goku nodded his head. “Seems something like that.” He followed Vegeta down into the dense forest.

 

They both landed and began hunting. As they neared the place where they had felt several ki sparks, it appeared that it was indeed a small herd of boars. The animals were peacefully grunting while calmly rummaging the ground under a big tree, trying to find something edible.

 

“Vegeta!” Goku whispered. “Vegeta!”

 

“What?” Vegeta muttered, sneaking towards the herd, ready to catch some fresh meat.

 

“They're just babies! We can't eat them!”

 

“Fucking unbelievable,” Vegeta cursed silently. “Become a vegetarian, won't you?!” He stared at the herd, which was still oblivious to the two Saiyans. “Okay, I'll take that big one, you can have the smaller one.”

 

“No, we can't! The babies will die without their parents!” Goku whispered.

 

Vegeta just sighed. “Okay. You eat apples and sandwiches from your backpack,” he gave a slight cough, “I mean your capsules, and I'll have one of the parents. That big one, preferably.”

 

Goku looked at Vegeta with tearful eyes. “You wouldn't, would you?” He shifted his eyes to the small, roundish piglets. “Please?”

 

Vegeta stared at Goku for a good while. “Sometimes I don't even know what to think about you,” he finally said. He drew himself up and began walking back to Goku. The boar family behind his back quickly dashed deeper into the forest.

 

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Goku danced happily around Vegeta.

 

“I'm still hungry,” Vegeta glared at Goku and crossed his arms. “You'd better get me something to eat. And fast!”

 

Goku nodded happily. Then he decided firmly that he was going to try even harder to make Vegeta reach Super Saiyan Three. “Stay here, I'll find something soon!” he shot into the air.

 

XXXXX

 

Goku nibbled happily on the tasty bone that he had almost picked clean. “You know,” he said, raising his head to Vegeta, who was sitting opposite the fire, “I wanted to thank you for coming with me. I know you can't stand Yamcha but I'm very grateful that you care for the people of Earth.”

 

“Hn,” Vegeta cut a small slice of meat from his chunk of boar with a knife. “I'm more worried about my own skin,” he admitted calmly, putting the slice into his mouth.

 

Goku watched Vegeta take slices of cucumber and bread and eat them together with meat. Sometimes Vegeta could be unbelievable, but at least he had the decency to tell the truth. Goku greedily bit into a new chunk of meat, tearing off a good bite before continuing. “We should stay here overnight; it's getting dark,” he said, munching.

 

Vegeta raised his head to the sky. “Why not,” he shrugged after looking around. They had settled into a small clearing, and it didn't seem like a bad idea to set up camp.

 

“Anyways, good that we didn't kill those piglets,” Goku proceeded, chewing on his meat. “And…the elephant…” he added, trailing off at the very thought.

 

Vegeta just sighed. He thought about how tasty those piglets would have been. “Do you always have such moral problems with your food?” He dipped his meat into the small puddle of salt on his napkin.

 

Goku gave Vegeta an annoyed look. “Look, I'm just being compassionate.”

 

“Would you eat the piglets, if you were starving?” Vegeta questioned him. He carved another slice of his meat carefully.

 

Goku stared at Vegeta for some time. It seemed as if Vegeta was genuinely interested. After thinking a moment, Goku answered, “Yeah, I would.” To his astonishment, he saw relief pass over Vegeta's face.

 

“Ah, at least that's good news,” Vegeta nodded, content. “I thought you were already doomed.”

 

“But I'd feel very bad afterwards,” Goku added, frowning.

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes but didn't say anything.

 

They calmly finished their meal. When the time came to build a capsule house, it appeared that there wasn't enough space for two of them.

 

Goku nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. “You can sleep in my house.”

 

“I don't want to sleep in your house,” Vegeta snorted. “You snore!”

 

“No, I don't!” Goku denied the accusation. “Chichi has never complained!”

 

“She wouldn't hear a cannon if it went off next to her ear!” Vegeta almost growled. “It's because your snoring has already shattered her eardrums!”

 

“Oh, shut up, Vegeta. It's too dark to look for a better place now. I don't want to get bitten by some poisonous snake or spider,” Goku tossed his capsule into the clearing.

 

“Don't you dare shut me up!” Vegeta waved his fist under Goku's nose. “I can easily blast half of the forest away - then we'll have plenty of place!”

 

Goku all but bristled up. “To blast a rainforest?! That's a sacrilege!”

 

“A what?” Vegeta blinked. “What are you, one of those Green Peas?! That's the limit! A Saiyan in the Green Party?!”

 

Goku bristled up even more. “Earth needs protection in more ways than you can imagine! You so much as touch one damn tree here, and I'll fucking shove it up your ass!”

 

Vegeta stared at Goku. “Ah,” he finally said. “So they didn't accept you, then?”

 

“No,” Goku crossed his arms. “Bastards said that I eat too much. And it didn't matter when I promised not to eat meat. They said that I would still eat too many vegetables.” He looked unhappily at Vegeta.

 

Vegeta tried, tried very hard, but couldn't force himself to console Goku on that matter. “Okay, let's go to sleep. If those skeletons really are as vicious as Baba said, we're going to need our rest,” he motioned toward the capsule house.

 

Goku followed Vegeta into the house. It took another half hour before they finally managed to share the beds and then they went to sleep.

 

XXXXX

 

“Vegeta, Vegeta,” Goku nudged Vegeta in his side. But Vegeta didn't show any intention of waking up. “And he was complaining about me snoring…” Goku muttered to himself. “Vegeta!” he shouted, now punching his companion in the side.

 

Vegeta bolted upright from his sleep, gasping and blinking. His wild eyes slowly concentrated on Goku. “What?! What?! Are we under attack?!” he gasped out, trying to get his bearings in the darkness and to remember if there was any good reason for Kakarott to be near his bed.

 

“Nah,” Goku waved it off. “But I remembered another song!” he grinned happily at Vegeta. Goku opened his mouth to regale Vegeta with a new song.

 

When he finally ceased rolling his eyes, Vegeta could only blink in astonishment at Goku. He stared at Goku's mouth for some time. Then a roar filled up the capsule house.

 

XXXXX

 

Goku pinched his sore nose. It still had a plaster on it. He glared at Vegeta who was sitting across the table and eating his cereal with milk. He glared for some time, then intensified his glare even more, and then even more, until he felt that his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets.

 

“And good morning to you too,” Vegeta nodded cheerfully to Goku.

 

Goku let out a mighty growl. He had to grab a glass of milk as he choked on his sandwich. “Bastard,” he growled out after he took care of the sandwich.

 

They ate in a promising silence for some time.

 

“It's raining,” Vegeta notified Goku after glancing outside through the hole in the wall, which he had sent Goku through the night before.

 

“I can fucking see,” Goku muttered through his clenched teeth. “And hear,” he added. “And even fucking feel,” he trampled his foot on the floor where a puddle of water was becoming bigger and bigger. “You fucked up my capsule house.”

 

“Well, technically…” Vegeta raised his finger meaningfully in the air. “Technically it was you who made the hole in the wall…”

 

Goku choked on his sandwich again. This time he proceeded growling even while gasping for air. He drew on his innate power to heighten the glare to astronomical levels. Goku was sure that nobody had ever given such a powerful glare to anyone before.

 

“Your milk is boiling,” Vegeta warned Goku. He just sighed as, no sooner had the words left his mouth, than Goku's glass of milk simply exploded, covering Goku's face in milk. “Yes, morning beauty procedures are very important,” Vegeta nodded seriously, finishing his cereal.

 

Goku crushed his sandwich in his palm. He wasn't sure - but it seemed that now it was Vegeta who was trying to make him reach a new level of Super Saiyan. He wiped the milk angrily off his face. “You'd better fucking hope that you reach Super Saiyan Three after this mission, otherwise when we get back, I'll SO whip your ass…” he threw his sandwich outside through the hole in the wall, where a happy spider the size of a large dog snatched it.

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “We can have it out now.”

 

“I can't destroy the forest!”

 

“Ah,” Vegeta rolled his eyes again. He washed out his cereal bowl then put it back into his capsule. “Anyway,” he finally said, “it was you who woke me up in the middle of the night with some stupid song!”

 

“I was trying to make you reach Super Saiyan Three!” Goku's glare powered up even more.

 

“Ooh…” Vegeta blinked, turning to look at Goku. He splashed his way across the floor towards the other Saiyan. “Really?” he blinked some more while staring at Goku. “Err…” he scratched his chin. “That was a good idea,” he finally said. “Yesterday I could almost feel myself reaching a new level of power. I can bet if I had missed, and you had had a chance to continue your annoying song, I'd have reached that new level,” he scratched his chin again. “Yeah, it was a good idea,” he nodded more to himself than Goku. “Damn!” he cursed then. “Why am I so impatient?!”

 

XXXXX

 

They flew in a reconciled silence. Almost. Goku was still muttering curse words under his breath, but he didn't threaten Vegeta with his approaching end anymore. Vegeta was studying the drawing of the blue flower.

 

“I wonder,” Vegeta finally said, “why can't we gather the Dragon Balls to get rid of those stupid spirits?”

 

Goku glared at Vegeta from the corner of his eyes. “Good question,” he finally admitted. Then reluctantly he added, “Good thinking.” He finally ceased to glare. “I'll ask Baba about that,” he pulled out his cell phone from his pocket.

 

“And?” Vegeta asked impatiently, after Goku had been messing around with his phone for about ten minutes.

 

Goku looked at him sheepishly. “I don't know how to make a call.” He glared at his phone. “I can fucking send ring tones from the Internet, take pictures and make videos, but I can't make a damn call!”

 

“Ah,” Vegeta didn't seem the least bit fazed about it. “Why am I not surprised? Nowadays, we can get all that shit into our phones. The same thing happened to me. Trunks downloaded some fucking frog into my phone. And because the buttons were too small for my fingers, I couldn't get rid of it and in the end blasted the damn frog to hell with the whole phone. The Woman subtracted its price from my pocket money.”

 

“Yeah, yeah,” Goku nodded. “I have it too.” His eyes widened innocently. “Have no idea who downloaded it into my phone. Frog Axel. Here it is,” he turned the phone screen to Vegeta.

 

Vegeta raised his palm in the blink of an eye and gathered energy threateningly. “Better not,” he said very calmly. “And I suggest you delete it. If I hear it start fucking around with its invisible bike, I'll not be responsible for my actions.”

 

Goku lowered the phone. “I don't have any service out here. We have to land and find a stationary phone.”

 

“We are in the middle of the jungle,” Vegeta reminded him of the hopelessness of their situation. “But ask that parrot over here. It might take time, but I'm sure that you, as our young naturalist, will manage to find a common tongue and convince it to bring a note back to Baba.”

 

“Shut up, Vegeta,” Goku gave Vegeta the finger. “You don't have any sense of humor at all.”

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes at him. “Maybe, but it's really bigger than yours anyway.”

 

“Bigger, you say?” Goku snorted. “No way. Mine is much bigger than yours! Much, much bigger!” Goku repeated. “You can't even understand the damn joke about the hunter and the bear cub!”

 

“That's because it's not a damn joke; it was some lousy fool who came up with that nonsense!” Vegeta retorted, scratching his chin in confusion while wondering what the hell in reality they were arguing about here.

 

“Listen,” Goku put his arms akimbo. “A hunter walks into a forest. He sees a cave. He sticks his head into it. Sees a small bear cub. He asks if the cub's mother is at home. The cub answers that his mother is away. Then the hunter asks if his father is at home. The cub says that his father is away too. Then the hunter hits the cub over his head with his shotgun, intending to take the cub away, but then the cub starts screaming: `Grandma! Grandma!'”

 

“And that's supposed to be funny?” Vegeta snorted at him. “And how did I know that you'd pick a joke about animals…?”

 

“See, and what did I tell you,” Goku rolled his eyes. "Your sense of humor is nonexistent!"

 

Vegeta just sighed. “Kakarott, shut the fuck up and let's start flying again. We need a damn phone.”

 

XXXXX

 

“Baba? Hello, Baba! Can you hear me? Baba! Hello!” Goku shouted into the telephone receiver.

 

Vegeta juggled with his capsules while watching a soaked Goku torturing the phone. He was leaning with his back against the wooden wall. From time to time he would cast his eyes in the direction of the people who were staring at him and Kakarott. After two hours of searching they had finally managed to find the camp of an English scientist.

 

“Are you sure that she has a phone at all?” Vegeta asked about Baba.

 

“Vegeta, stop that, I told you that she does,” Goku snorted, “I have her number after all.”

 

“In Baba's case that doesn't mean much,” Vegeta muttered, wringing his hair until it stood back in its original place. Then he proceeded to stare back at the curious scientists. Vegeta was getting annoyed with the two females who were eyeing his hair in disbelief. If another person asked him which hairspray he used to make his hair stand like this, he was going to start killing. His attention turned back to Kakarott as Kakarott made an excited sound and then began to spill words into the receiver.

 

After he hung up the phone, he turned back to Vegeta. “She said that the Dragon can't deal with these spirits,” Goku's shoulders slumped a bit. “We just have to keep looking for that flower.”

 

Vegeta pushed himself from the wall with a sigh of resignation, leaving a huge wet spot on the wall. “Come on. At least it stopped raining.”

 

When they had traveled a safe distance from the camp they powered up to dry themselves and then proceeded with their flight.

 

“Vegeta?”

 

“Hn?”

 

“Do you really want to marry Bulma?”

 

Vegeta blinked at the question, which was entirely out of the blue. “Actually it's you who's been implying that all the time. I never said that.”

 

Goku scratched his head sheepishly. “You seem to fit nicely and you have a child together. It seems logical.”

 

Vegeta sighed. “No, I don't want to mate her.”

 

“Is there a difference between mating and marriage?” Goku asked, interested.

 

“Of course there is,” Vegeta snorted. “You are married to that hellcat of yours but you aren't mated with her.”

 

“So what's the difference?”

 

“Instincts.”

 

Goku rolled his eyes. He decided that Vegeta was too hungry to talk. It was about the time to catch something for dinner.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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