| Honor, Pride, and Duty Chapter 2: The Search for Son-Goku |
Author: Selenity Jade Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: Do I look like Toriyama-sama? Vejiita blinked after the blue-haired onna as she disappeared. His hand found its way to his mouth where her lips had burned against his. He scowled and mentally shook his head. Females were definitely cracked. He watched Nappa and Radditzu battle it out, irritation plain on his face. All this over one little female? Admittedly, she’s beautiful, but she’s only one fucking onna! Not that he wanted Nappa to have her, either. His pastimes even made him pale in horror and disgust. “Enough!” Vejiita roared. Both paused in mid-air, glancing down to the smaller warrior. Each paled at the barely suppressed rage evident in his eyes. They floated to the ground, kneeling before Vejiita when they landed. “Are you two quite finished?” Vejiita demanded. Radditzu and Nappa nodded. Nappa then looked around, obviously searching for the onna. “Sire, where did the female go?” the bald man asked. Vejiita scowled and levitated slowly into the air. “I let her go, Nappa.” “But why, Sire?” he asked. “We have no time to deal with her, Nappa. Did you forget, blockhead? We are here for Kakarotto, not to play with the ningen females. Especially the way you play with them.” “But she was only a ningen, Sire. What do we care for them?” “We don’t.” “Then why-?” “Nappa, shut up! Killing such a pathetic creature is pointless. She was too weak to even put up a fight.” “Never stopped you before,” Nappa sulked. Vejiita scowled. “Enough. Disregard my wishes again, Furiza or no Furiza, I’ll kill you. Understand?” The large man nodded. “Good. There are two higher ki levels on this planet. One of them must be Kakarotto. Nappa, you go west. Radditzu, check on the power level towards the north. I’m going to check this planet out and see if it useful to Furiza or us. Depending on which, it may be destroyed.” “Does Furiza know about Kakarotto?” Radditzu asked. Vejiita shrugged. “No idea. Don’t care. We need all the Saiyajin there are. Furiza must be killed.” Radditzu nodded. “Now go!” Vejiita barked. Nappa took off, but Radditzu hung back, staring nervously at the smaller warrior. “What, Radditzu?” “Thank you, Sire. For letting the girl go.” Vejiita scowled. “Why this fuss over the little weakling? Nappa was begging to keep her and you willingly fought him over her, knowing damn well he’s twenty times stronger than you are.” Radditzu shrugged. “Maybe it’s because we don’t see many females now. Nappa searches them out for his amusements and she was very exotic looking. Nappa’s always had a taste for rarities. Me? I think it had to do, in part, with my hatred towards Nappa’s ideas of bedtime fun, and in part with her beauty. She’s exotic looking and frail, but she looks more like a Saiyajin than any we’ve encountered before. Give her a tail and lose the blue hair and she’d be Saiyajin. Besides, I’m too soft, remember? I took one look in her eyes and knew I couldn’t let him have her.” Vejiita snorted. “You actually think I’d give the sick bastard the female? I may be a killer, planet destroyer, and one evil bastard, but even I cannot stomach Nappa’s cruelty in that area. I just don’t see the point in destroying a female you’re bedding.” Radditzu grimaced. “When Vejiita-sei still existed, mating wasn’t exactly gentle all the time, but the females survived. I think that Nappa has grown unstable.” Vejiita blinked. “Unstable?” Radditzu stared into the night sky. “I wasn’t that old when Vejiita-sei was destroyed, but I remember things. Nappa has always been a killer, but that’s what our race did. He was heartless and cold, but he served your otousama well. I remember my okaasan told me that mating, while not necessarily a sacred act, wasn’t a thing people just threw about. Some chose a life-mate, some mated with a few females, whatnot. Life-mates, like my parents, were rare, and though they weren’t encouraged, they weren’t prosecuted either. Offspring of life-mates were stronger than their parents. If the parents were bonded, they were almost freakishly stronger than their parents. But brats of un-mated pairs were generally only as strong as the weakest parent.” He paused and looked at the Prince. “You were genetically enhanced with a thousand females and the King’s DNA. You are an exception. Anyway, life-mates and bonded mates weren’t encouraged because the pair generally had soft emotions for their mate, but the increase in the brat’s strength made it semi-acceptable.” “Will you get to the point, Radditzu?” “I’m getting there. Mating was necessary for procreation but our race didn’t mate often unless they were life-mated or bonded. We preferred fighting. It was only when we found a rare female we were attracted to that we mated. It didn’t happen often, as our slow population growth indicated. Not much could distract a Saiyajin from a fight. It was said our God created us to fight for him. But he made our desire for battle too powerful. He didn’t want us to die out and because of this, he created the bond. One male could only bond with one specific female that was born to be his mate. Only the bond is more powerful than our urge to fight. With Vejiita-sei destroyed, I don’t know if the four of us could bond or not. I have never heard of a bond between a Saiyajin and another species, even if rare couples of different races did exist. I was told meeting your bonded-mate for the first time is quite unusual. Even if we are fighting, we notice the female immediately, desire flowing through us. “That blue-haired female attracted Nappa and I. But it wasn’t overwhelming for me, and I didn’t feel possessive when Nappa wanted her. I was more disgusted at the thought of her being put through that. And I think Nappa’s gone half insane since Vejiita-sei was destroyed. He wants to fuck every female, killing them in the act. He was bonded once, Sire. That is why I explained the bond to you. He was bonded once and by all rights, he should have died when his mate did. But his duty to you was strong and he survived. But I think his broken bond has driven him lust crazy. Maybe like his broken bond is searching for its connection.” Vejiita scowled and stared into the sky. “Why was I never told of mating before?” Radditzu shrugged. “Nappa felt it didn’t matter now that Vejiita-sei was gone. I disagreed. We argued about it often. You’re still young and I was worried about what would happen if you found a possible mate. But Nappa had a good point. You were genetically altered, destroying your mating urges. As was your otousama. Your son would have been also. When you didn’t go through your first rut, I realized Nappa was right. You were altered to have no sexual urges. Although, I do believe Nappa was wrong in one thing. Your mating urges might have been altered or destroyed, but on the off chance you meet your bonded mate, it would reverse it. My otousan studied the altercations made to the royal line and he was an expert in the scientific study of the bond. Bonding isn’t genetic. It’s linked to the soul. A bond would activate the dormant mating urges. As I said, it’s almost impossible to meet your bonded mate under normal circumstances. Yours might have been destroyed on Vejiita-sei.” “I see. Thanks for the history lesson, Radditzu, but it really wasn’t needed. Besides, I think you’re wrong. Now go and find your brother.” “Wrong? Wrong about what?” Vejiita laughed bitterly. “About my genetic enhancements. I, too, desired that little female.” Radditzu gaped. “Sire, I’m not wrong. If it is true you wanted her, she is your bonded mate. You have never gone through a rut. You always looked at mating in complete bafflement and disgust.” He paused. “Did you truly desire her?” Vejiita snorted and sat on the ground, his arm wrapped around a bent knee. “She was gorgeous, Radditzu. It was nothing more.” “Sire, you’re 25 now. Most Saiyajin go through their ruts at 16. You never did. You were almost completely asexual. Tell me, Vejiita-sama, when you saw her, did you feel the need to possess her? You let her go, Sire. You didn’t kill her as is your usual want when trying to keep Nappa’s mind on the job.” Vejiita snorted again. “She had courage to yell at you two. She was weak but brave. I didn’t feel like killing her. Radditzu, drop it. I desired her, it was nothing.” Radditzu frowned and bent in front of his prince, searching his eyes carefully. “Sire, I have raised you as best as I could aboard Furiza’s ship. You are my Prince, my little brother. I would lay my life down for you should you wish it. But there is some things I must ask.” He paused and bowed his head. “Will you answer me?” Vejiita scowled. “You raised me well, Radditzu. I will answer. But it stays between us.” Radditzu nodded. “Did you wish to mate her?” Vejiita frowned. “I thought I answered that. Yes.” “Did you feel like grabbing her away from Nappa and I?” Vejiita scowled but nodded. “Why did you let her escape?” “I wouldn’t let Nappa have her and I didn’t want to kill her.” “Take her then, Sire.” Vejiita frowned. “Like I told Nappa, where would we keep her? We’re at war, moron. Taking a weak female into war against Furiza is assuring her death.” “Then mate her before we leave.” Vejiita snorted. “How do you propose I find her? Besides, we don’t have time. Go find your brother, Radditzu.” The taller man sighed and rose to his feet. “If you see her again, take her, Sire.” “Why are you so interested in what I do with that female?” Radditzu smirked and launched into the air, leaving Vejiita alone with his thoughts. ~~~~~~~~~~ Buruma gaped at the little old man that stood before her. A dark pair of sunglasses hid his eyes. “You are Kame-sennin?” she asked in surprise. “The martial arts master?” The bald man nodded. “Yes, young lady. I am Kame-sennin. Who are you and what are you doing on my island?” She sighed. “Korin sent me here to help you find your pupil’s grandson and to get your dragonball.” He started. “Korin sent you? To help you find Gohan’s grandson? What interest does Korin have in that?” Buruma smiled. “No idea why it matters to him, but he told me to help you in exchanged for your dragonball. Do you possess one?” The old man nodded. “Yes, I do have a dragonball and if you help me find the boy, it’s yours.” She jumped up, excited. “Thank you! Now, do you know where to look? His name? What he looks like?” Kame-sennin nodded. “He should be on the southern continent. Gohan lived in a forest there. His name is Son Goku and he’s about twelve or fourteen, and has a tail.” “A tail?” He nodded. “Yes, Gohan adopted the boy. He was found in the woods, abandoned.” Buruma gasped. “The poor boy.” “Indeed. How do you propose to find him? The southern continent is a very big place.” She looked thoughtful for a moment. “Why are you looking for the boy?” Kame-sennin frowned. “Gohan died a long time ago and I promised to care for the boy should anything happen to him. I’ve been searching everywhere, but there has been no sign.” She sighed. “He wouldn’t have a dragonball, would he?” “Why?” the old man asked. “I made a dragonball locator on the way here. If he had one I could track down the dragonballs on the southern continent until they led to this Son Goku.” Kame-sennin grinned. “That’s brilliant!” She smiled. “It’s what I’m good at.” “I don’t know for sure, but Gohan had a dragonball, so in all likelihood, Goku may have it now.” She grinned. “Cool,” she commented, reaching into her short cutoffs, pulling out a round device. She clicked the button a few times. “According to this, there are two there. That shouldn’t be difficult. I’ll go and track them and the boy down. I’ll bring him back.” The old man frowned. “I think it might be wise to give you a bodyguard, little lady.” She blinked. “I’ll be okay. I have a few weapons on me.” The martial arts master shook his head. “The southern continent is full of things that regular weapons cannot harm. There is the notorious desert bandit, Yamucha, some rampaging beast that’s destroying cities. I think it best if you find someone to accompany you. Until you find Gohan’s grandson. He should be ample protection after that. Gohan is sure to have taught the boy well.” Buruma sighed. “I don’t think it’s necessary,” she said again. “Just humor an old man.” “Fine, who’d you suggest?” He face faltered. “Um, I don’t know,” he mumbled. She shook her head. “I’ll be fine.” “Okay, okay,” he said with a sigh. She smiled. “I’m off now. I’ll find the kid as fast as I can.” The old man nodded. “Thank you, young lady.” She shrugged, getting into her air car. She looked back at him. “No problem. See you later!” she called, lifting into the air and flying away. |