Chapter 12: Coolant’s Assault



Homing in on Vegeta’s ki, Goku made his way towards one of the computer rooms. He had not seen the prince much over the past few days and missed him terribly. While he was proud of Vegeta’s lesser-known mechanical skills and the way the prince easily took over leadership of the rebels, he couldn’t help but feel a bit neglected. It was almost dinner time and Goku hoped that Vegeta had finished whatever he wanted to do. As he neared the room, he noticed that Momo’s ki as well and a feeling of nervousness from Vegeta over their bond. Curious, he slowed down and damped his ki.




“Well, that’s the last of the sensors set up…” Vegeta rubbed his eyes tiredly. Kami! He was in sore need of sleep. His stomach rumbled. Ok, make that food, then sleep.


Momo turned to face the prince, a seductive smile dancing on her lips. The two were seated side by side at the computer console. “So… have you considered my offer?”


Vegeta groaned. He had hoped that she would give up, but she was relentless. “Onna, for the umpteen time, NO!”


“Why not?” She pouted almost angrily. “I have to do all the work, all you get is a few minutes of pleasure. I thought one of the reasons you came is to rebuild the Saiyan race?” She smirked naughtily. “One of the ways would be to … actually come…”


Vegeta snarled at her innuendo. “Dammit woman. That’s not funny.” He was feeling extremely short-tempered and fuzzy-headed due to the lack of sleep and right now, he was actually tempted by her offer. His previously well-constructed objections seemed… Kuso! What were his objections again?


Momo sensed him weakening. “I’m not asking for commitment…” She scooted closer. “And you should be flattered.”


Vegeta slid his chair backwards, suddenly feeling very nervous. He was flattered, who wouldn’t be?


“So what’s stopping you?” Momo scooted yet closer, leaning forward alluringly.


Vegeta’s eyes were taking on a slightly wild and cornered look. His brains felt like they were packed in cotton wool. Shit, what was stopping him again? Oh yeah. “It’s not fair to Kakarotto.”


“I’m not taking over his status. You two can claim the child as your own, too, if you want.” Suddenly she was on his lap, her arms looping around his neck.


Abruptly, Vegeta panicked as he felt Kakarotto’s ki at the door. Yelping, he pushed her off roughly and stood up as the door swung open.




As Vegeta swept by, he yanked his startled mate by the arm. “C’mon Kakarotto. I’m hungry.”


Goku followed Vegeta to the kitchens. “Uh, Vegeta? What’s up with you and Momo?”


“Nothing!” Vegeta snarled, not meeting his eyes. The scowling prince appeared frustrated, even a little nervous and flustered.


Vegeta did not know what to do about that onna so he fell back on his instinctive response – clam up. He was sure his mate would not take the news that someone wanted his sperm well, and right now, he was feeling too tired to concentrate on the situation.


Goku frowned in jealous anger. He had thought he caught a glimpse of the pretty Saiyan female on his mate’s lap, and from the way Vegeta was acting, it all seemed extremely suspicious to him. The two ate and made their way back to their room in tense silence.


Vegeta needed to sleep badly but he could feel the jealously and anger rolling off the normally cheerful Saiyan, even without the aid of their bond. Yet it was not in his nature to …talk. He couldn’t seem to find the words to reassure his mate.


With a throaty growl, he pushed the larger Saiyan onto the bed and crushed his lips against Goku’s, his tongue probing deeply, trying to show in his actions what he could not say in words. His hands came up to fist in Goku’s spiky hair even as Goku wrapped his arms around the prince’s lean torso. Vegeta broke the kiss and nuzzled his face into Goku’s collarbone, inhaling the musky fragrance.


“Vegeta…?” Goku gasped at the suddenness and ferocity of the kiss.


Vegeta did not reply but instead, sank his sharp canines into the scar he had given his chosen, re-marking his mate. Goku arched up in sharp pain and pleasure, all conscious thoughts and questions fleeing his mind. All that mattered now was the physical sensations coursing through his heated body and the overwhelming possessiveness and desire he felt from Vegeta over their bond.  Vegeta groaned as he sucked greedily on his mate’s hot, rich blood.


Mine! MY MATE! 


Neither remembered very much after that; everything became a crimson haze of lust and desire. Somehow, they managed to get their clothes off. Hands caressed sweat-slicked skin feverishly, even as hot mouths trailed kisses and nips. Vegeta groaned gutturally and nearly came when large hands reached to his back to ruffle and stroke his lashing tail. With a snarl, he wrestled tenuous control back and reached down to pump his mate’s hard length. Goku arched up, crying out in bliss at the touch, and the two bucked and writhed in a frantic dance for control.


Growling, Vegeta shoved Goku’s hands away and scooted back. Nudging Goku’s thick muscled thighs apart and pushing the long legs up to the younger Saiyan’s broad chest, Vegeta leaned down to lick the tight ring of muscle wetly. Still kneeling, the prince raised his head to look at the erotic sight of his handsome mate with his legs drawn up and ass exposed until Goku whimpered in need. Smirking, Vegeta kept his palms on his mate’s hamstrings and entered in a slow, deep stroke.




Slender hips set a slow, yet hard, bruising pace, and Goku shrieked in pleasure as Vegeta angled his hips up to hit the prostate with every slamming stroke. Vegeta groaned in delectation as he rammed repeatedly into the tight heat, and his thick tail came down to curl around the erection between their abdomens.


Goku came soon with an animalistic howl, arching upwards as his legs snapped out straight around the prince’s corded neck. A heartbeat later, Vegeta reached his own climax and the two collapsed in a tangled heap. Rolling over to one side, Vegeta pulled his larger mate to him possessively, and the pair fell unconscious, deep sated purrs resonating through the small room.


As I am yours.




Coolant’s ships were detected on the newly set up sensors a day later. The rebels scrambled to red-alert as news of the five ships was reported over their scouters. Although the rag-tag band of rebels was vastly outnumbered, the presence of the four super Saiyans gradually turned the battle in their favor.


Wave after wave of fighters threw themselves against the largest base, straining its perimeter defenses. The defending fighters tried to keep them at bay as inside, Momo led her scouts in a feverish dash to get the planetary weaponry online. It was fortunate that all of the bases were linked, and they were able to access the other bases’ computers remotely. A skeleton crew was left at each of the other three bases to maintain the perimeter defenses as Goku and Vegeta rushed all available fighters back to the forefront of the fight.


The main battles have to be fought outside the base perimeter. Ki shields enclosing the base kept both attackers and defenders out.


Powered up to their max, the four super Saiyans were among the few rebels left; many had been injured and pulled in by their comrades. Out of the corner of his eyes, Vegeta noticed two ships flying in within visible sight. All the while the ships had been staying in geostationary orbit while beaming the troops onboard down. His puzzlement turned to alarm when the ships stopped and hovered. When he saw the onboard guns glowing, that alarm became panic.


Trunks! You and Goten keep those goons off our backs! Vegeta snarled, leaping back from the tangle of fighters he was in. He had a blood bond with his son, enabling them to communicate, though this mental bond did not extend to his son’s mate as well.


Kakarotto! Haul your ass up here, and help me! Hovering in midair above the base’s shimmering shields, Vegeta started to power up.


Goku threw his mate a startled glance, and that minor distraction cost him a kick in his ribs. The kick did not really hurt him much though, and after dealing a vicious blow that went right through the offender, the brawny Saiyan jumped out of the melee of troops that surrounded him. A look at the glowing ships clued him in on the situation.


The ships fired upon the base, only to be intercepted by a powerful blue beam. Vegeta held both ships at bay, sweat trickling down his forehead as he scowled in intense concentration. Suddenly, a bright orange blast shot out beside him and the combined beams pushed back the ship’s fire until it reached the two ships, colliding in a massive explosion. Both warriors flopped back onto the snow-covered ground exhausted, falling out of their level 4 state totally. Tiny charred fragments of the ships rained down over the bloody snow that was already littered with twisted bodies and limbs.


Goku pulled out a senzu bean from a sewn pocket in his sash and broke the hard legume in half before handing one half over to Vegeta. That last burst of ki had utterly drained them. The two took a brief respite from the many hours of intense battle as they munched their bean in companionable silence and waited for its rejuvenating effects.


The tiny piece of the bean was hardly enough to replenish the massive ki supplies of the two Saiyans. Standing up wearily, they only managed to power up to level 2. They shared a grimace of tired understanding before they dove right back into the fray.




Coolant howled in fury when his two ships exploded. Livid, he paced around on the control deck as he considered his options. He could not send any more ships down… The *four* super Saiyans were holding his men at a stalemate… His mind raced furiously as he pieced together a hasty plan.




Momo’s voice broke over their scouters. “Almost done! We just need you all to hold them back for another half an hour at the most!” The remaining defenders gave a weak grin and fought on, slightly rejuvenated by the piece of good news.


Suddenly, her voice cried out in alarm. “One of Coolant’s ships is headed over to base 3!” Vegeta glanced over at Goku in shock.


Goku smiled determinedly. “I’ll go ‘Geta. You stay here with the boys – it is only one ship after all.”


Vegeta frowned, somehow not liking that idea but acknowledging that his mate was right. Kakarotto was stronger than him. Fumbling with his belt buckle, he drew out a senzu and flicked it at his mate. “Eat that. The whole bean.” His harsh voice brooked no argument.


Goku thought to argue but decided against it. After chewing on the bean, he leaned over to give his mate a quick kiss before stepping back. See you later, koibito.




Coolant’s troops beamed down over to the undefended base, expecting an easy conquest. Instead, they were met by a glowing golden figure. His eyes stared out coldly under prominent ridges for a moment before he lunged at them.


The single bean was only sufficient for Goku to ascend to level 3. Still, it was enough to keep the group of attackers at bay.


On his ship, Coolant watched the images transmitted via the scouters in fury. How did that Saiyan manage to get to the other base in so short a time? “Proceed with the alternative plan.” He barked loudly as he slammed his fist down on his chair in frustration.




“Hai!” Two of the fighters threw a shimmering, metallic net over the startled golden Saiyan. Goku was caught unawares, for although the senzu may have restored his physical strength, he was mentally exhausted from the many hours of straight fighting. He felt the net sapping his ki and before he could break free, he was jumped on by the mass of fighters.


Snarling and buckling like a wild animal, he did not notice the heavy metallic collar until it snapped around his neck. Immediately, he fell like a stone, his ki plummeting. A hard blow to the base of his skull rendered him unconscious. Before the attackers could rejoice though, Coolant’s harsh voice came over their scouters, ordering them back. Apparently the rebels had succeeded in getting the planetary systems online and even now, satellites and various bunkers around the globe were powering up. They had about five minutes before they were trapped. Picking up their unconscious captive, they disappeared in a shimmering beam.




“Five minutes till the defenses come online!” Even as Momo’s jubilant voice came over their scouters, the attackers were being recalled in shimmering beams.


Vegeta stared around at the battlefield, hardly daring to believe that it was finally over. With a last scan to ascertain that no more of Coolant’s troops remained on the field, he gave in and fainted in exhaustion. An uneasy feeling about Kakarotto nagged at the edges of his mind just before he lost consciousness, but before he could hold on to that thought, blissful darkness claimed him.



*** Warning: Angst and torture.***



Rebels Chapter 13: Capture

The first thing Vegeta realized when he woke up was that he was not in his bed. Not in his room, either. Sitting upright, he looked around him and realized he was in the infirmary. He examined himself briefly; a cracked rib and numerous bruises and cuts but otherwise he was fine.


His stomach gave a loud growl, and his bladder was complaining so with a muttered curse, he pushed the blanket back and shakily made his way to the bathroom. There were a few other fighters in the room as well, but all appeared to be out cold, though not seriously injured.

Pausing in mid-step, he got a whiff of himself and grimaced. Changing his mind, he decided on a quick shower first, then food. He concentrated and reappeared in his room.

Emerging from the steaming bathroom, he dried himself with a flare of his ki. Frowning as he wrapped a new bandage around his chest, he couldn’t help feeling that something was wrong… Something nagging at the edge of his mind. He threw open the wardrobe door and stood there, choosing an outfit. As his eyes skimmed over Goku’s favorite orange and blue gi’s, his eyes widened in shock.

Kakarotto! He could not feel Kakarotto’s presence in his mind! With a growing dread, he extended his senses… His mate was not even on the planet! Kami…

He hurriedly pulled on a pair of indigo jeans and a loose cream laced shirt, almost stumbling as he tugged on his boots while concentrating on his son’s ki.

Trunks, Goten and Zarbon were eating in one of the kitchens when the disheveled prince appeared. “Dad! You woke up! Coolant’s ships have retreated since the defense systems came online!” Trunks was glad to see his father awake although he wondered at the prince’s messy appearance; usually the fastidious prince was impeccably groomed, but now his ebony hair stuck out in uncombed spikes, and his shirt was only half-tucked in.

“Where’s Kakarotto?” Vegeta rasped worriedly, his growling stomach forgotten for the moment.

The other three males blinked in surprise. “Dad’s not with you?” Goten spoke up in alarm even as they searched for Goku’s ki.

“Would I be asking if he was??” Vegeta growled in irritation. “I can’t find his ki anywhere on this bloody planet! And he’s not dead either!” He scowled at Zarbon’s sudden sympathetic look. “I would know for certain if he was.”

“Can you feel him through your bond?” The two warriors’ mating bond was much stronger than the blood bond between the Sons, partially because Goten was only half-Saiyan and partially because mental telepathy abilities run stronger in the royal family.

Vegeta clenched his fists in anger and worry. “No… All I can sense is a vague direction of his location and that he is still alive.”

Trunks pushed his father down. “Dad! Sit down and eat! You’ve been fighting for the past day – you won’t be much use if you collapsed!” Vegeta snarled at his son but inhaled his food anyway.

Zarbon crossed his arms and leaned back, gazing into space as he thought. “He was last at Base 3… We can go there after this to ask the fighters who were stationed there. There might also a visual record on the surveillance cameras on the perimeter…”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Vegeta clasped a hand each on Trunks’ and Zarbon’s arms. Goten barely managed to hang onto Trunks before the group disappeared.


The surveillance cameras had indeed caught the fight. Though the fight took place some distance from the base and the images were blurry, they managed to piece together the details of Goku’s capture.

“Zoom in on that. Stop.” Vegeta peered intently at the screen. “A ki collar… No wonder I cannot sense him. Shimatta!!” The metallic mesh of a ki net sapped one’s energy by attracting and binding ki, but it was not as effective as a ki collar, which traps the ki in a closed circuit.

Goten frowned worriedly. “I wonder why they brought him back to the ship…”

Vegeta exchanged a glance with Zarbon, neither dared to voice their suspicions. “I’m going after him. Now.” He could feel Kakarotto’s presence fading with every second as Coolant’s ship sped away from that sector of space.



Coolant stalked down the corridor to the holding cell eagerly. Death in battle would be too quick and easy for those meddlesome Saiyans, hence his order to bring back any captive Saiyan alive. As the door hissed open, he stared down at the prone form on the floor and his lips curled up in a malicious smirk when he realized just which of the super Saiyans he had captured. Yeeesss… Revenge would be so sweet.


Goku awoke with a startled gasp when a bucket of cold water was rudely splashed over him. Spluttering, he looked up in horror to see the ice-jin towering over him. His ki sapped by the collar, he could only struggle weakly as the thick tail came curling around his neck, hauling him to an uncomfortable upright position. With a low snarl, the ice-jin ripped the shredded remnants of his gi off. In a move strangely reminiscent of the previous time they had met, Goku’s hands came up to clutch at the ice-jin’s tail. The difference was that Coolant now had the upper hand, and both knew it. A hint of fear showed in obsidian eyes as hands scrabbled futilely to loosen the choking hold. The ice-jin gave a cruel laugh and backhanded him again and again, splitting his lips and bruising his face. Suddenly, the blows stopped and Goku tensed, his body anticipating another blow.


Noting the armband, the ice-jin gave a cruel laugh. “What’s this?”


When Goku kept quiet, Coolant yanked the armband roughly from his arm, leaving red scratches. “I guess it isn’t important then.” He laughed mockingly at the expression of anger on the Saiyan’s countenance. Goku glared balefully, his lips thinned in fury.  


Coolant smirked at the bloody face in front of him, then raked cold eyes down the Saiyan’s nude form. Raising a hand lazily, he raked his nails slowly across the chiseled chest and down the well-defined muscles, leaving red dripping trails. Yes, he had plans for this handsome Saiyan. His hand, now slick with crimson blood, came to a halt just above the flaccid organ and curled around it.


Goku widened his eyes in shock as the cool hand gripped his penis and started to stroke it. Despite his best efforts, he found himself growing hard and closed his eyes in shame. NO! He screamed mentally at the traitorous response of his body, which now continued to betray him as his breath hitched in jerky gasps. He was on the verge of losing control, his hips almost arching when the hand suddenly left his throbbing length, and a fist punched him in his solar plexus. The tail loosened its constricting grip and he fell to the floor, gasping in pain. Above him, he heard the ice-jin’s mocking laughter and the hiss of the door as the saurian left the cell. Curling into a fetal crouch, he tried hard to contain the sobs that were threatening to spill out. How could his body react like that? Did he really enjoy the ice-jin’s touch? His wet body trembling in the cool ship’s air, Goku fell into a tortured sleep.




Goku woke up some time later, shivering in cold. His stomach growled, and he looked up to see a plate of food by the door. Crawling over weakly, he looked down at the slop, feeling repulsed yet ravenous at the same time. Grimacing, he forced himself to consume it, knowing his body would need to replenish itself. Aside from the damage Coolant had inflicted on him earlier, he had also sustained numerous bruises and other injuries from the hard fighting on the planet, though nothing life-threatening.


When he was done, he looked around his cell. It was bare, except for some shackles on the wall and floor. His ripped clothes were gone as well. With a pained cry, he realized that his armband was gone as well. Somehow, that affected him more than anything else. 


Shivering again, he tried to warm himself but to no avail. The ki collar effectively sapped his energy, and he could barely raise his aura. Suddenly, the door hissed open again and Coolant stepped in, smirking cruelly.


“Cold, pet?”


Goku kept his mouth shut but glared defiantly at the ice-jin. Coolant’s eyes hardened in both anger and anticipation as he stepped around the simian. Yes… it would be enjoyable to break this defiance…


The thick, heavy tail lifted and whipped towards the weakened Saiyan’s back. Goku cringed and tensed for the blow… That did not impact. Instead the tail swung past his bare skin with a whistle. Again and again the tail whipped towards Goku, only to miss. Goku still tensed every time the tail lifted, but he was starting to get confused and relaxed ever so slightly.


What is he playing at? Suddenly, he hissed loudly in pain as the tail impacted, tearing a long gouge in his back.


The treatment continued, the ice-jin playing cruelly with the tensed Saiyan. Often the tail would *just* miss, but Goku still tightened in wary anticipation every time. There was no pattern as to when the tail would actually strike; it was totally random. Goku almost wished the ice-jin would just hit him and be done with it.


By the time the ice-jin stopped toying, Goku’s back was a mass of red, bleeding welts and the Saiyan was a coiled, tensed ball of muscle on the floor, his nerves shot. Through a red haze of pain, Goku vaguely heard the ice-jin barking some orders. He found himself lifted up by one of the ice-jin’s attendants and dragged outside, and then he slipped into blissful darkness.


Goku woke up as the liquid in the regeneration tank drained out. Confused, he blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fluid from his eyes. His hands came up to wipe his face and he felt a small breathing mask over his nose and mouth. As the last of the cloudy reddish-green liquid drained out, the mask fell off his face and the sidewall of the glass tank opened. Goku stumbled out warily and was greeted by a short green alien who held out a pair of loose red trousers. The alien waited patiently as Goku pulled on the trousers almost gratefully, then turned and beckoned the confused Saiyan to follow him.


Goku turned wearily from the door in his previous cell as it hissed shut, leaving him alone in the dim room. Surprised, he saw a few heaped plates of food on the floor, along with a thick blanket and a thick cushion. A fragrant aroma from the steaming food set his stomach acids flowing and without much further thought, he fell upon the food hungrily. Unlike the previous meal, the food was warm, tasty and filling.


Goku pushed the last empty plate away and crawled towards the corner, drawing the blanket around himself, now thoroughly confused at the turn of events. Examining himself, he noticed that all his previous injuries were healed completely. The cuts on his chest were no more than very faint white lines and he was sure that the gouges on his back were healed as well. Yet something still felt wrong… With a plummeting heart, he realized why.


The warm, comforting presence of Vegeta that had been in the back of his mind since they mated was gone. No matter how hard he concentrated, he couldn’t contact Vegeta. He could still feel a tiny spark of his mate’s presence, but that was all.




Vegeta growled in irritation and anger as he tried to focus his mind in a meditative trance again, in an attempt to pinpoint his mate’s direction. It helped… But not much. Once the ship had left the ki shield around the pale-blue planet, the sense of his mate became stronger, but still he could feel his mate speeding away with every second. Coolant’s ship was much faster than the ship he was currently on.


Zarbon had offered to aid Vegeta on his rescue mission, which Vegeta initially refused (quite rudely), until the tall Readan [1] had pointed out that he was much more familiar with that sector of space and the ice-jins’ planets. Vegeta had grudgingly conceded that Zarbon was right but refused to allow the boys to follow him, pointing out that the rebels would need them. In truth, the prince was feeling extremely worried and angry, and his instinctive reaction was to draw away from people. He did not feel like company at all.


Luckily, they had brought the encapsulated space ship when they landed on Coolant51, as ‘Hope’ was faster than any of the rebels’ small ships. It took only an hour to re-fuel and re-stock the small ship, but Vegeta still chafed at any delay. Without so much a backward look at the others, he had rushed up to the ship once it was ready and started the take-off sequence.


Since then, they had been chasing after Coolant in the direction that Vegeta had sensed his mate. Vegeta had spent much of his time either training furiously or brooding in mediation in his darkened room. *Their* bedroom. Most of Kakarotto’s stuff was still there, and his distinctive musky scent still clung to the fabrics in their room.


Vegeta groaned in anguish, hugging a pillow as he sat cross-legged on their large bed. He hated feeling so helpless. He was petrified of the thought of losing his mate. Again. Only this time, it would be far worse, for while he had a partial bond with Bulma, that bond did not compare at all to the blazing connection he felt with Kakarotto. Losing that gentle warrior would be like losing a part of himself…An essential part. He loved Kakarotto.


The slight Saiyan gulped convulsively, a trickle of tears running down his cheeks. Yes, he realized and admitted it now. He loved that baka. It wasn’t until the cheery Saiyan was taken from him that he realized the extent to which he felt for Kakarotto. The proud prince never actually told his mate though. And now, he wished he had said those words. He could have said it last night when they were making love, to reassure his jealous mate, but he did not. He could have said it anytime during the past four years since they mated, but he had not.


He had neglected his mate somewhat in the past year, ever since he had found out about the surviving Saiyans. Yet Kakarotto had supported him unquestioningly and wholeheartedly in his zealous mission to revive the Saiyan race. However, he would give it all up for Kakarotto. His hands clenched the silky soft fabric of the pillow tightly. Yes, he would do anything to have Kakarotto back.


A/N: [1] Readan – Zarbon’s race. I’m not sure what he is so I just made it up.



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