Rebels
Chapter 5: Leaving
Uub slammed hard against the wall of the Gravity Room and fell with a hard
thud. Gritting his teeth, he forced his unwilling and bruised body upright. He
stood there, swaying slightly in exhaustion as he clutched his right ribs
tenderly, eyes flickering rapidly and senses extended as he tried to make out
the blurring forms in front of him.
/Think he has enough?/ An evil chuckle.
/Oh alright. I must admit he is better than I expected./
Two golden forms materialized suddenly in front and behind him. Uub hissed
sharply as he realized he was sandwiched but before he could spring away, the
figure behind kicked his legs out from under him while the one in front gave
him a hard shove.
“Buu.” Vegeta snickered at the sight of Uub sprawled in an undignified heap in
the taller Saiyan’s arms.
“Don’t you mean boo… Oh! I get it!” Goku broke out laughing. Uub gave them dark
glares as he extradicated himself and gathered the tattered remains of his
shirt and pride.
Goku swung a thick muscular arm over the dark teen’s shoulders, clapping him
reassuringly. “It was a very good fight Uub. Why, both me and Vegeta had to go
level 2. Your level is somewhat a little past SSJ level 3!” Vegeta merely
snorted.
Uub flushed a little at the praise, grinning. “I haven’t had such a hard fight
in years.”
As the three sweaty males exited the Gravity Room, they were met at the door by
their excited offspring.
“Dad! So does this mean we can go? Uub is really strong!” Trunks sang the
swarthy teen’s praise unabashedly. His father rolled his eyes. “Alright!”
Bra eyed the tall, exotic teen speculatively. “Mmm… so will you be staying here
at the CC then Uub?”
“NO, he will not.” Vegeta glowered, his paternal instincts suddenly kicking in.
“He will stay with Gohan.”
“Vegeta! I’ve a daughter too!” Gohan hissed in the prince’s ear.
“Daddy! Don’t be such a prude!” Bra waved her hand airily. A vein started to
throb on the royal forehead as the prince pondered that remark. “Why don’t
everyone move in here? Gohan, Videl, Pan and Uub? There’s plenty of space, and
everyone can train together!”
Surprised, Vegeta regarded his beaming daughter. “That is really quite a good
idea.” Bra smirked. “Of course, I *am* a genius.” It was obvious that Bra had
inherited more than just her mother’s blue hair and brains.
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Events began to move quickly after that. Uub was accepted and Gohan moved his
family into the CC. Plans for a space ship were drawn up and soon the CC labs
were a hive of buzzing activity. Bra managed to obtain permission to graduate
early and Gohan and Videl surprised everyone by deciding to quit teaching and
help Bra out at the Capsule Corporation. With a new threat looming, everyone
threw themselves into training.
Vegeta frowned darkly as he watched Uub and Bra training. Bra had improved much
since she started training hard again and while she was still not a super
saiyan, at the rate she was improving, it won’t be long. But that was not the
reason the prince was frowning.
Goku moved to stand beside his glowering mate.
/Bra can take care of herself…/
/Hn./
/She will get really really mad if you presume to dictate
her life…/
/Hn./
/’Geta…/
/Enough already Kakarotto./ A pause.
/I will talk to Uub./
/Uh, ‘Geta, are you sure you will just talk?/
/Hn./
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“So how was your talk with Uub?” Goku pushed the overloaded grocery cart along
the aisle.
Vegeta raised an elegant brow, crossing his arms. “Who said I had a talk with
him? I talked TO him.” Goku stifled a grin. “I warned him off Bra… at least
until she is of age.” Smirk. “I just didn’t say what age.”
Rounding the corner, Goku almost ran over a dark-haired
figure as he couldn’t see past the mountain of food that was stacked in the
trolley. “Gomen!” He peered around the cart. “17?”
17 stared at the two Saiyans. Both were dressed in jeans and
Goku was wearing an orange sleeveless shirt while Vegeta was in his customary
navy tank top. Matching armbands adorned their left biceps. “Vegeta! Goku!”
Everyone felt a little uncomfortable. They have not seen 17
since that fateful night and heard from 18 that her twin had left town soon
after. “So how have the two of you been? I gathered the two of you are now
together?” 17 smiled warmly, leaning forward to examine Vegeta’s armband. “Whoa.
This really shouts to the world of your relationship.”
Vegeta smirked. “That’s generally the idea. I believe humans
have a similar custom?” The ice broken, the two bantered lightly and exchanged
updates while Goku stood uncomfortably.
“Ha! I knew you Saiyans would not be able to keep away from
a good fight. So you say Coolant had gotten away but may return?”
“Yeah. Kakarotto and I won’t be around however, so you
better start training again.”
After Vegeta had related why they were leaving, as his
normally loquacious mate seemed unnaturally silent, 17 quirked an eyebrow. “So
many exciting things have happened since I left town.” He sighed dramatically
and clutched his shirt over his left chest, mock-swooning towards the prince.
“Since you broke my heart.” Vegeta grinned, noting with relief that the android
appeared to have gotten over him if he can joke like this.
As the handsome android leaned towards his mate, Goku saw
red and growled angrily. However before the normally gentle Saiyan could punch
the android, Yamcha turned around the corner, pushing a cart. “Goku! Vegeta!
What are you doing here?”
“Yam-chan!” 17 walked over and deposited the packet of chips
he had been holding into Yamcha’s cart. Vegeta cocked his head with a wicked
smirk. “Are you two together?” Yamcha blushed and squirmed as 17 hugged him
openly, planting a noisy kiss on his scarred cheek. “Yes! This is the guy who
mended back my heart!” “Koi… not here…” “Why not? I want to proclaim my love to
the world! Let’s get armbands like them!” “Let me go… not in a supermarket!”
Vegeta laughed heartily and pushed his gaping partner along.
“Well, see you around then. Drop by the CC anytime.”
As they neared the freezer section, Vegeta grinned slyly at his flushing mate.
“Kakarotto, I do believe you were jealous!”
“I was not!”
“You were growling and you were ready to punch his lights
out.”
“…”
Vegeta shook his head in amusement. He was actually very
flattered over his mate’s jealousy. “17 was just kidding. He’s a very theatrical,
dramatic sort of fellow.” /Besides koi, I’ve told you about Saiyan bonds.
We’re forever bound./
The snickering prince turned towards the ice-cream selection. “How about some
sweet snow to cool you off? Hmm. I do believe you liked the chocolate mint? Or
would how about something with chips…” /That should really *feel*
interesting…/
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Finally, almost a year later, the ship was ready. Coolant’s
ship had been heavily cannibalized for parts and materials and even now, swarms
of CC technicians are still examining the remains of the alien ship. There had
been some discussion (and arguments) over what to name the ship until someone
suggested ‘Hope’ after Mirai Trunks’ time-machine. Vegeta had thought it
sounded too mushy and sappy but he had been outvoted.
‘Hope’ was an unostentatious, simple saucer-shaped ship. As
it was going to mainly flying through a vacuum, aerodynamics would not really
matter. The residential rooms were located on the circumference of the saucer;
something to do with being easier to maintain gravity, and training room was
located in the middle of the ship. To keep the design simple, there were only
five residential rooms; two large bedrooms for each couple, the all-important
kitchen, a control room and a small medical bay which doubled up as the
storeroom. A circular corridor separated the rooms from the training area, a
spacious room that not only had gravity control but one could program training
scenarios as well. As part of their training, normal gravity on the ship had been
set at 50X normal Earth’s gravity. [1]
The demi-Saiyans had requested the bedrooms to be separated
by the other rooms – something about the noise their fathers make, to which
Goku had blushed madly while Vegeta gave a superior sniff. “Just because you can’t
make your mate scream as loud…”
“I seem to recall you doing your fair share of screaming
dad.” Trunks grinned naughtily.
Vegeta did not even blink. “It is good to have a vigorous
mate.”
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Vegeta stood with his arms crossed while the others made
their tearful farewells. Hn. As if they didn’t cry enough at last night’s
farewell party.
Bra noticed her frowning father standing in the corner of
the room and knew he was uncomfortable with such scenes. Walking over, she
unabashedly gave him a fierce hug, tears running down her cheeks. The normally
reserved prince hugged her back. Leaning towards her ear, he whispered, “Good
bye Bra. Know that I always love you, and that you are always my princess. If I
can, I will come back for you.”
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The four sat silently in the control room as they watched
the blue planet they had called home shrink as the ship sped away, each lost in
their own thoughts, until they could no longer see it. Finally Vegeta stood up.
“Hn. Enough foolishness. We’re wasting training time.” Goku grinned and wiped a
stray tear as he followed his mate out, knowing that was the prince’s way of
dealing with emotional situations.
Trunks sighed. “Well koi. We’ve finally left.” Leaning his
head against his mate’s broad shoulders, he asked quietly. “Do you think we are
doing the right thing? Did I coerce you somehow into this mad jaunt with me?”
Goten rubbed Trunks’ back reassuringly. “Somehow, I know we are doing the right
thing. That we were meant to come along.”
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Life aboard ‘Hope’ soon settled into a familiar routine of
training, eating, sleeping and sex. They had decided to retain the 24-hour
rhythm and timed lights in the corridors and common areas dictated the ‘time of
the day’.
To his surprise, Vegeta somehow found himself the de facto
leader of their small group. Since he had initiated the expedition, it was only
natural. However, more than that, the other Saiyans had looked up to him. Back
on Earth, the other humans had looked up to Goku as the leader of the defenders
as he was the strongest but while the demi-Saiyans love Goku, they respected
and deferred to the gruff prince. Despite his flippant and teasing air, Trunks
was in immense awe of his father. Goku had been mostly absent from Goten’s
childhood and the shy demi-Saiyan had mainly grown up in the CC with Trunks,
regarding Vegeta as his surrogate father. While Goku may be physically
stronger, Vegeta was mentally stronger and dominant in their relationship. Goku
had in fact relinquished control with relief; the gentle Saiyan enjoyed the
feeling of being looked after, tired of being the one everyone looks up to all
the time to save the day.
On his part, Vegeta found himself strangely touched by the
trust and respect from the others. He had been born into a position of
authority and he had grown up expecting deference from others. The young, proud
prince had however been rudely and cruelly put in his place when he was under
Frieza. Bitter, pride of his birthright was all he had left. His defeat at a
third class Saiyan’s hand dealt a further blow to his pride and the initial
hatred and distrust of the Z fighters battered it further. However, he earned
their trust and even respect through the years and slowly, that fact dawned on
him, thawing the bitter and cold barriers he had erected over the years.
The stiff prince had relaxed much over the years but ever
since he found out about the surviving Saiyans, he became more withdrawn, even
depressed. He would have sunk into a brooding melancholy if it weren’t for the
cleansing distraction of work. The others knew little about space travel and he
found himself having to oversee many of the minute details.
Past memories of his race and planet came flooding back,
including what Frieza had done. His perceived failure of his royal duties and
obligations to protect and avenge his people weighed heavily on his shoulders,
and now that he had been given a second chance, his mission became a burning
zeal.
The others also were starting to see another side of Vegeta.
The boys had never been in space and Goku had only minimal experience, while
Vegeta had spent more than two decades of his life aboard a ship. The prince
found himself teaching them everything from how to read space maps and chart
courses to usage of space suits and scouters. And of course zero G training.
A/N: [1] Just a
note to bored readers. As far as I can remember from Circular Motion in
physics, if the (saucer) ship was spinning (about its axis in the center), it
would generate a gravitational force (actually centripetal – hope I got that
right – force which seems like a gravitational pull) BUT this would decrease
until zero at the center. Since the ship in this fic wouldn’t be very big, and
the gravitational force is set at 50x at the rim, then it should drop rapidly.
HOWEVER since this is but a fic (and I’m not gonna delve much into accuracy
here) and this is also the universe of capsule tech (that defies all known
natural laws! Hm, maybe hyperbole space…) let’s just assume gravity is constant
until the corridors but separately generated and controlled in the training
gravity room. So physics buffs out there, pls dun pull out the equations – I
get enough from my husband who teaches college physics! Why I chose a saucer
design? No idea, but somehow I don’t feel like bullet-shaped ships and
especially not a spherical one favored by the Capsule Corps. But to all those
who wonders at why the torous (doughnut) shape is such a popular design for
space stations (which are very much bigger than the ship ‘Hope’) in sci-fi
shows… (dum dum dum) Now You Know!
When Vegeta
announced that they would be turning off the gravity all over the ship for zero
G training, the others had smirked confidently. That should be a piece of cake.
Floating around weightless should be like flying, right?
To their consternation, floating weightless was *nothing* like flying. They
found themselves bouncing off the walls literally, struggling to control their
chi, as a smirking prince watched calmly, before he decided to help them out
and explain. Twisting lithely, he flipped his way around the room gracefully.
“You’re over doing it. If you want to use chi, you have to really fine-tune it.
Use just a tiny bit of it. But I find it easier to just propel off the walls
lightly. Remember, unlike flying, there is not gravitational pull downwards at
all. In space, there is no ‘up’ or ‘down’. Start thinking three-dimensional.”
He did a graceful backflip, his tail lashing out in counterbalance and landed
near a rail on the wall. His tail wrapped around it and the prince smirked.
“One of the nice things about a tail.”
Vegeta nastily decided to turn leave the gravity turned off for another two
days.
Trunks floated uncomfortably in the middle of their bedroom. “I can’t stand it!
I can’t sleep properly, going to toilet is a hassle, cooking is a nightmare and
eating is so messy! Worse, our sex life is really suffering!” The
lavender-haired prince wailed. Goten pulled himself free from their bed and
floated over. They had to sleep with the sheets tightly tucked in and minimize
movement in the night. Needless to say, it was uncomfortable.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Hm. I wonder, given what sex fiends our fathers
are, how are *they* solving the problem?”
Goku was having a hard time sparring with Vegeta, his blows often missing their
intended target and his balance off. Having never trained at zero G, worse,
having spent the past few weeks at 50G, he was having problems coordinating his
body and reflexes. The irritated Saiyan growled warningly at the smirking
prince who was floating smugly in midair, arms crossed casually as if they
weren’t in the middle of a hard fight.
Vegeta was enjoying himself tremendously. Not only were the others’ antics
hilarious as they tried to adapt to weightless living but also for once, he was
trouncing Kakarotto with ease. However, as the younger Saiyan gave another
frustrated growl, verging on a whine, he decided to take pity and end the
sparring session. Though he wasn’t through with his mate yet…
He raked appreciative eyes over his mate’s tall, muscular
form. Sweat slicked skin that he knew from intimate experience to be satiny
smooth, broad powerful shoulders that tapered to washboard abs barely hidden by
the torn orange and blue gi top he always wore… and this perfectly muscled
Adonis was all his. A rumbling purr broke forth even as his lips started to
curl up in a predatory smirk.
With a flick of his tail, he launched towards the other Saiyan and pushed him
towards the ceiling. A light tap on one of the buttons on the ceiling panel
lowered a series of bars and rings meant for aerial training. Before Goku could
react, Vegeta had pinned him against a bar, his hands gripping securely and had
pressed his lips lightly against the startled warrior’s, flicking his tongue
invitingly and requesting entrance. Pleasantly surprised at the change in mood,
Goku willingly parted his lips. The two shared a deep kiss before Vegeta
suddenly broke away with a wicked smirk and slipped away. Goku growled in a
different type of frustration now and attempted to catch his lithe mate who was
twisting and flipping about the bars and rings.
The slight figure laughed mockingly as he kept a
tantalizingly close distance away from the other, brushing past his taller mate
with a feather touch but just barely out of reach. A caress on firm cheeks, a
stroke of a foot up a calf, a rake down a lashing light brown tail, an auburn
tail brushing enticingly across a now rock-hard erection… Goku snarled in
frustration as he lunged forward and missed yet again. The teasing touches were
taunting him and the heady miasma of arousal hung in the air around them.
Suddenly, Goku found himself pinned to a bar again, a hot
slight body pressed against him, slim hips rubbing hard against his own.
Moaning, Goku immediately wrapped his arms tightly around the slim waist,
trapping it even as hot lips found each other again and eager hands quickly
divested each other of restricting cloths. With a low growl, Vegeta pulled away
slightly, licking and teasing down the other’s jaw-line and neck. Wriggling
free from the tight embrace, the lithe prince moved to capture a hard nipple,
swirling his tongue roughly over it, enjoying the mews and gasps he was
wringing from the brawny warrior. Two thick furry lengths wrapped around the
bar, holding them in place as freed hands now roamed.
Questing downwards, Vegeta nipped and kissed along the hard
length… then past it, along the sensitive skin of the inner thighs and further
down. Goku snarled, fisting his hands in the flame-shaped ebony locks and
tugging it back towards his groin. “’Geta…stop teasing! I… I need…” Vegeta
pulled away with an evil grin, his hands moving to grip the taller Saiyan’s
firm cheeks. “What do you need Kakarotto? This?” A slim finger stroked lightly
against a puckered opening. Goku pushed his hips backwards but the prince had
already moved his fingers away, though his hands were still kneading and
stroking the other’s ass. Vegeta slithered upwards, his canines nibbling at a
ear lobe, his hot breath tickling. “What do you need?” One slender hand moved
to lightly grip and pinch the base of a brown tail.
Goku gasped and arched as his tail was gripped, his strength
abruptly leaving him and he was forced to cling limply to the relentless
prince. “You… I need you…” Vegeta smirked victoriously and nudged a knee
between Goku’s muscular thighs, which immediately came up to wrap around his
lean waist. Quickly slicking two digits with saliva, he prepared his quivering
mate.
Goku threw back his head with a howl as he was impaled.
White-hot pain seared through him, which quickly changed to intense pleasure as
Vegeta started to move slowly. Two glistening bodies hung in mid-air in a
tangle of arms and legs, anchored only by their tightly coiled tails to the
bars as they rocked and bucked. Loud purrs and moans filled the air.
Two figures watched wide-eyed from the monitor in the
corridor. Licking his suddenly dry lips, Goten looked down to realize that his
hand had moved unconsciously to his full-blown erection. A glance at his mate
showed he wasn’t the only one. Purring, he moved to nuzzle the young prince.
“Goten, wha…” Trunk’s question was abruptly cut off by a bruising kiss. The two
floated slowly in mid-air, rubbing their tight groins against each other and
reveling in the feel of warm palms roaming along their clothed bodies. Trunks
broke the kiss, panting. “Not here…”
“Yeah. No handles to hold.” Goten gave a naughty grin before
propelling them quickly into the kitchen. Before Trunks could protest, he found
himself pushed to the table, which was bolted down like all the other furniture
on board the ship. Fingers which had somehow found their way to his tail spot
soon rendered the lavender-haired demi-Saiyan incoherent as he writhed and
mewed needily.
Somehow, doing it in an open communal area made it all the
more arousing and exciting. Pants were hurriedly pulled down as the two did not
bother with foreplay. Trunks found himself flipped on his front, his chest on
the table. With his bare ass exposed high over the table edge and the cool air
raising goose bumps along the exposed flesh, he found it extremely erotic and
shivered in anticipation. Usually the dominator, the older demi-Saiyan found
his mate’s sudden aggressive behavior strangely exciting.
With an animalistic snarl, Goten plunged in to the hilt,
ignoring Trunks’ yelp of pain. Setting a fast rhythm, he pounded his mate hard,
savoring in the feel of tight hot flesh. A hand snaked down and fisted the
neglected erection in unison. The two soon came with twin howls and spent, hung
limply in mid-air.
Vegeta walked in, his tail wrapped around Goku’s waist and
dragging the younger Saiyan behind him like a hot-air balloon. Both looked on
amusedly as the their sons squeaked in embarrassment, reaching hurriedly for
their discarded pants. Vegeta casually opened the fridge and grabbed two
bottles of beer. Looking pointedly at the floating globules of milky white
fluid, he smirked before walking out again. “Better clean that up brats.”
Both demi-Saiyans flushed crimson and it wasn’t until their
fathers were out of sight that they realized one thing. “How the HECK did
Vegeta manage to walk like that in zero G??”
(Clue: One uses chi to propel one up to fly under gravity…
to walk under zero G…)
The gravity was restored the following day. It wasn’t too
good to stay too long under zero G; muscles and bone density deteriorates.
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Goku floated cross-legged near the ceiling of the training
room as he watched the sparring below, nursing various bruises. Two sheets of
thick metal set up in the middle of the room created a narrow corridor and
Vegeta was now putting their sons through their paces. Used to fighting in vast
open spaces, Goku and their sons weren’t prepared for fighting within the
narrow confines of a space ship. For once, Vegeta’s smaller build worked to his
advantage. Goku grinned ruefully; most of his bruises were not inflicted by the
merciless ouji – they were the result of his numerous collisions with the
walls. Fighting in space also meant no large ki blasts; one of the advantages
Goku *had* over his mate.
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“Uh dad, I think we have a problem.” Trunks burst into the
kitchen where the others were eating breakfast. It was the lavender-haired
prince’s turn at the control room. Clutching their sandwiches, they hurried
back to the control room.
On the screen, they could make out the approach of a larger
ship. “We can’t outrun it and I think their intentions are hostile as they did
not reply to any of my hails.” Before the others could comment, their ship
shook as if a large hand suddenly seized it.
“Tractor beam. I think this is a pirate ship and we’re about
to be boarded.” Vegeta noted as they picked themselves up. Finishing the last
bit of his sandwich calmly, he gave a feral smirk. “Just as well. Our pantry
supplies were running low.”
The four Saiyans grinned mercilessly.
A menacing rag-tag crowd gathered around the small ship
labeled ‘Hope’ in the large hanger, clutching guns and blunt objects as they
advanced predatorily. Some who can read snickered at the ship’s name.
The alien pirates got their first shock when the small
ship’s door opened of its own accord. The second shock came when the ship’s
passengers practically rushed out. “Leave some for us dad!” “Elders first!”
“That’s not fair! You two had all the fun back on Earth!”
It was a disappointingly short fight, even though the
pirates outnumbered the Saiyans like a hundred to four. Four hurricanes sped
through the ship, quickly clearing it. “Tch! Didn’t even have to go SSJ.”
Trunks sniffed as he kicked aside a body. “They’re just low-class robbers.”
“Hey! They’ve got lots of food!” Goku had discovered the
storerooms. Goten hurried over to help cart the food back while Trunks had
wandered over to the control room where his father was poring over the computer
logs.
“Gah. Useless. Nothing of interest here… captain of this
ship had terrible grammar.” Grumbling, the prince scrolled rapidly through the
entries. “Hmm. Looks like there have been no reports of Coolant’s return on any
of his captured worlds yet. That popsicle is probably still floating through
space in the escape pod.”
Trunks picked up a discarded sword and starting
shadow-fencing.
“Brat! What the hell are you doing?” His irate father barked
behind him. Trunks meeped in embarrassment and dropped the sword. “Gomen…”
“C’mon, let’s get back to our ship. This place stinks. Don’t
know when the last time these pigs bathed.”
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