Warnings: OOC, implied rape, violence, implied lemon, A/U, yaoi and fucked up ages...
Pairings: GokuxVegeta, FreizaxVegeta
Disclaimer: Hehe, if I actually owned it, I'd make all my crazy little ideas apart of the show... if you hadn't guessed,
No, I don't own it...
Gaz san: nothing really to say except that I hope that you enjoy this chapter...
" words" speaking normally.
//words// speaking telepathically.
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My Guardian, chapter 3
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Confused black eyes fluttered open as the clear liquid drained from the tank. The glass door slid open and doctors hurried
to removed the various sensors from his body, as if afraid he'll hurt them, or run. I watched as he took shakey steps into
the room only to fall straight into two thick arms, reminding me of Gohan's first steps. Vegeta tried to blink away the dazed
look in his eyes and strained with obvious effort to lift an arm up and grip the muscular bicep of the much larger Saiyan,
while Nappa conversed with a doctor in an alien language. With a nod from both parties, Vegeta was hauled away by Nappa with
myself trailing behind.
The prince had spent a full day (by the ship's clocks) in the tank which I presumed to be a rejuvenation tank, which gave
me plenty of time to think- although I was mostly just repeating my earlier thoughts or remembering my ignorant days with
Bulma, Krillin, Yamcha and Master Roshi. If Bulma were here, she'd know what to do, she's so smart that she would've come
up with a way for me to stop Freiza before he could touch my prince, or at least give Vegeta better advise then 'think about
your favourite memories'. I suck.
Aliens passing the two Saiyans either ignored them- in other words, purposely bumping shoulders or making cruel comments
about them as if they weren't there- or stopped to try and rile them into a fight, but they seemed to have thick skin. Probably
because one is half- if not fully asleep and the other probably wouldn't care unless a physical attack was commited against
his prince, luckily, they made it back with no such incident.
Nappa carefully laid him out on the bed he had been sitting on when I first came with King Kai and pulled the covers over
him, creating a picture of family when a light kiss was planted on the ouji's forehead. With one last lingering gaze of concern,
Nappa left the room, I hoped it was to go beat up the maniac who did this but I knew it wasn't.
Turning back to Vegeta, I had to chuckle at the look of him being swallowed up by the thick pillows and heavy doona, but
it died in my throat when he tossed around in an obvious nightmare. Soft whimpers escaped him and sweat started to gather
on his forehead as he began to tangle in his sheets, leaving no question as to what he was dreaming of. Even in his dreams
the tyrant attacks him.
Remembering King Kai's words, I... floated? Well, I moved over to his side somehow, and 'touched' his forehead, feeling
the heavy weight of sleep within his mind, I plunged into the deepest part, something telling me that that was the nightmare
I was looking for.
Within the space of a blink, I was surrounded in black yet again, but a faint light trail under my feet guided me to a
scene not unlike the previous one and definately not any less disgusting. My chest rumbled in a growl and I shot forward without
really thinking, smiling when my fist met the asshole's head with a satisfiying 'crack'. Freiza flew away from my prince and
disappeared within the dark mist, and I absently noted the lack of throb in my knuckles that usually came with a successful
punch. Still slightly tense in waiting to see if he would come back at full force, I turned to look at Vegeta, who had backpeddled
away from me a bit and curled his legs to his chest in a protective manner.
"W-who...?" Shocked, I guess, that someone had actually answered his cries for help.
"I was the one who spoke to you in your mind before you... lost conciousness..." I didn't really want to say how
he lost conciousness.
His eyes widened a little, "I thought that was just my mind finally sinking into insanity..." A light dash of pink spread
across his nose.
I couldn't help a small chuckle, "No no, that was me. I'm Goku, I'm going to be floating around for a while--"
"Why?" He cut me off.
"Well... I'm here to help I guess is the simplest ways of putting it. While I can't help you physically, I'll stop you
from going insane with no-one to talk to."
He eyed my form as best he could, "Why can't I see you properly? How can I be sure that this isn't a trick from Freiza?"
A low growl escaped me at the thought of ever working for that beast, "I'm not sure how I can prove it to you, because
I'm sure just words won't be enough to prove that I'm not."
His eyes went downcast for a moment, before looking back up to me, "Well, what race are you?"
I felt myself grin. Surely he would trust his own kind! "I am a Saiyan, my prince..." With a light bow, I could imagine
my childhood tail swaying behind me, hopefully, Vegeta could too.
His eyes widened considerably before narrowing suspiciously, "Myanio, hellrah't min keto Freiza dalaha!"
The words, gibberish to a normal person somehow made sense to me, "Y'un, Ack'ilyu xhulift!" I practically yelled at him
for accusing me of being Frieza's brown noser.
A crooked smile formed on his lips at my response, I hoped that meant it was a good response...
"Only a Saiyan would call Freiza a Y'un, I believe who you say you are. But, 'Goku' isn't a Saiyan name..."
I was about to answer that my estranged brother kept calling me a carrot, when a whisper echoed through my head, something
telling me not to reveal information about my brother or my past.
"Goku is my nickname, used by all my friends. I want us to be friends so I want you to call me it too." Was it just me
or did that seem pretty lame?
Apparently he thought so too, as he looked like he was gonna snort at me, but instead, a small smile crept across his face,
seemingly lighting up the dark dream.
My next words came out before I really thought about them, "I want to learn more about you Vegeta. I want you to feel that
you can tell me anything you want to..."
Maybe I should've been a writer for one of those crappy romance novels that Chichi likes to read and base our marriage
on instead of a fighter...
Ignoring the strange look he gave me, I took his hand, tiny in comparrison to my own and pulled him into a comforting hug.
I almost jerked back in surprise when I felt a dampness on my chest, but knowing that he needed it, I stood still and he let
it all out, all his years of hardship for nothing poured out of him as we stood.
The darkness to my right shifted, I tensed, expecting an enemy to attack, when dawn seemed to break over the horizen of
his mind. I felt the weight on my chest become lighter, and in a panic, I tried to hold onto him, only to be forced back at
an incredible speed. The empty looking bedroom blurred past as I seemed to be launched from his mind at a high speed. I regained
my footing just before any normal people would've knocked themselves out on the wall, and looked up in time to see my prince
shoot up in bed, panting with tears streaming down his face. Hurriedly wiping them away, he tried to shake his head of something,
a slight pout forming on his beautiful face. I approached him, but froze when I heard him whisper,
"Goku...?"
My heart leapt at the thought of him remembering me and the dream, although I'm not sure why. Shaking my head I reached
to touch his forehead to respond,
"Yes Vegeta, I'm here..."
The breath I didn't notice him holding was reallised and a small smirk curved his lips.
"How long will you be here Goku?"
I could hear slight worry in his voice, surely he didn't trust me so quickly, but the thought of that he did sped up my
heart.
"Whenever you need someone to talk to, whenever you want someone to listen, whenever you want your nightmares to end, I
be here for all that, and whatever else you want..."
The smile grew, and so did my own.
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