In Your Dreams

Title: In Your Dreams
Pairings: Vegeta x Goku
Author: CrimsonTide

A/N - Sorry for the long delay! The month of January was just awful for me, as some of you know who have read my journals on my DA account. I won't go into details right now, but all that mess is behind me and it seems to be smooth sailing from here on. I hope I'll be able to update more frequently now.

This chapter is shorter than most, but I really wanted to get this up tonight. I had spent two hours writing a chapter for you and I lost the entire thing just as I was uploading it. I don't know how it happened, but it did -.-. So, I rewrote it completely different, and I kinda like this one better.

Thank you for being so patient!

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Chapter 15

The first thing he became aware of as consciousness slowly came back to him was the pain in his legs. Everything below his knees throbbed and burned, and if he moved at all he could feel the shot-gun pellets grinding together in some places.

The second thing he became aware of were voices quietly murmuring around him. He couldn’t make out the words, but he knew they were talking about him. The memories of what had happened before he’d fallen unconscious slowly crept back into his mind, and Goku drew in a deep breath when he realized he was back in the lab.

“He’s awake.”

Goku’s eyes snapped open, but it became apparent that he had been blindfolded. He tried to reach up to remove the cloth only to discover that his wrists had been bound as well and were currently secured above his head.

A sharp pain in his left leg made him cry out and he tried to kick the source of the pain away, but not surprisingly, his ankles had been tied down as well. He was only able to bend his knees a little; not enough to move away.

“Stay still. We’re trying to remove the debris from your legs.”

Another sharp stinging pain had Goku squirming on the table again.

“Should we knock him out again?” a voice said from somewhere to his left.

“No. Let him squirm. The little bastard deserves it for all the trouble he put us through.” a deeper, more gruff voice replied. A second later another pellet was pulled from his flesh, causing Goku to arch his back and bite his lip so hard blood ran down his chin.

The Saiyajin shrank away when he felt a set of fingers run through his hair. “It’s almost over.”

Goku recognized that voice as one of the nicer of the scientists he’d been exposed to. This particular man had gone out of his way to ease his pain in the past; even risked his job. He still couldn’t bring himself to trust him if it came down to it, but he saw no reason to fear him.

After a few more stabbing jolts of pain, the debris had finally been removed; and after a mind-numbingly painful dose of alcohol to ensure his wounds were clean, his legs were wrapped up tightly with bandages.

“Alright. Untie him. We need to get him back to his cell before the other arrives.”

Other? Goku’s tail bristled out at the comment. Did they mean Vegeta? Had they managed to capture him?

A sudden rage washed over the Saiyajin at the thought of the older man being treated like nothing more than a lab rat, and he waited until his wrists and ankles were unbound before he ripped off the blindfold and rolled off the table before the men around him could restrain him.

Cries of alarm filled the room as Goku rolled onto his feet and jumped away from the group that now stood wide-eyed around the operating table he’d just been strapped too. The pain in his legs took his breath away, but the Saiyajin ignored it as best he could.

The largest of the men, who was still wearing bloodied gloves, stepped forward. Goku growled at him as he approached. This man had been one of the crueler ones throughout the years. He seemed to thrive on the pain of others and went out of his way to cause as much of it as possible.

“Now where do you think you’re going to go? Be a good pet and stop this foolishness.”

Goku waited a few seconds more before he gathered his strength and dove away as the man tried to grab him. The other scientists and doctors scrambled out of the way as he jumped over the table and grabbed a scalpel from the surface. He turned and threw it directly at the large man still pursuing him, and the doctor saved himself from being impaled between the eyes by raising his arm, instead getting stabbed in his forearm.

“Fuck! Someone grab him!”

One of the men stepped forward with his hands raised in a calming gesture. “Goku, please. You’re only going to end up getting hurt. There’s nowhere for you to go.”

The Saiyajin’s eyes darted around the room, and just as he feared, he was indeed trapped. The operating room was small, and the only exit had been locked and secured the moment he’d jumped off the table.

Suddenly a hand was around his throat, and Goku grunted as he was shoved back against the wall. The man he’d stabbed with the scalpel tightened his grip and twisted his face into a snarl when Goku dug his own nails into the forearm that held him in place, drawing even more blood.

“Get me the taser!”

“That is not necessary!”

“Bastard! I’ll deal with you later!”

The hold on Goku’s neck was suddenly released, but before he could drop to the floor, he was spun around and his chest was shoved against the wall. The Saiyajin grit his teeth when his arms were roughly pulled behind his back and secured there with a set of cuffs. A moment later a large hand clamped down on his shoulder and forced him away from the wall and toward the door.

“Nothing but trouble.” the large man grumbled as he opened the locked door and led the Saiyajin down the hallway.

Aside from the occasional shove, the trip back to his cell was uneventful; that is until they turned a corner and came face to face with a smiling Dr. Villa.

Goku felt his entire body tense up and a cold sweat broke out across his forehead upon seeing the man, and he tried to back away only to bump into the man behind him.

“Nice to see you again, Goku. I have a surprise for you.”

Dr. Villa turned and began to walk away, and the Saiyajin was pushed forward and forced to follow him. Goku learned long ago that surprises were never a good thing here, and he was dreading finding out what this one was.

“Keep your filthy hands off of me, you fuckers!”

The younger Saiyajin’s face paled as Vegeta voice carried down the hallway, and he felt his stomach drop out when Dr. Villa laughed.

“Your friend is spirited, I’ll give him that.”

They finally turned the corner at the end of the hall and Goku was able to visibly confirm that the older Saiyajin was really there. The prince was standing with his arms folded over his chest, and he was surrounded by six guards. Though he wore ki bands, Vegeta’s glare alone was enough to keep the men at bay, and none of them dared get within an arm’s length of him.

A moment after their arrival the two Saiyajin’s eyes met, and everyone moved away as Vegeta stalked toward him; even the man Goku had been fighting with only moments before. The prince’s eyes moved over the younger man’s body, and he took note of his bandaged legs and the bruise around his neck.

“What the hell happened?”

“He got a little violent. We had to regain control.” the doctor behind Goku replied.

Vegeta glared at him, but smirked when he saw the still bleeding stab wound on his arm.

The man frowned at the other’s amused expression, but chose not to say anything more.

Dr. Villa stepped forward then. “I imagine you are both in need of some rest. My tests will not begin until tomorrow morning.”

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After being escorted by numerous guards to their shared cell, Goku's cuffs were removed and they were left alone for the night. Goku had immediately disappeared into the bathroom and a few minutes after Vegeta could hear the sound of running water. The room’s front wall was made from a strong glass, but luckily the bathroom was private.

While the younger Saiyajin bathed, Vegeta inspected the rest of the cell. It wasn’t a large space, but it was big enough to hold a double bed, a small table, and two chairs. There were also three cameras outside their reach, but he was sure they were being watched every second of the day. There was probably audio too. He’d have to be careful.

After finishing his exploration, the prince silently opened the bathroom door and slipped inside. The space was surprisingly large all things considered, and there was even a full sized tub. By some miracle there was no camera installed here.

Vegeta closed the door behind him and turned to face Goku, who was soaking in the tub. The younger Saiyajin’s eyes were wide and his face was red.

“Kakarotto, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”

Goku huffed but still drew the shower curtain forward enough to preserve his modesty. He watched as Vegeta reached into his mouth and brought out what seemed to be a microchip. The prince glanced around before he slipped the small device behind the small space between the mirror and wall.

The older man squatted down by the tub and spoke in a low voice in case there was any audio device hidden. “That was the tracking device from the cell phone the onna insisted I bring with me. I took it out before I met up with Villa. With any luck she’ll be able to pinpoint our location from that.”

Goku’s eyes lit up at that, but the serious expression that suddenly overtook the prince’s face made his own smile fade.

“Kakarotto, do you know what kind of experiments they intend to carry out?”

The younger Saiyajin looked uncertain, and he slowly shook his head once. The slight pink that suddenly spread across the other man’s nose left him extremely confused.

Vegeta coughed once as if to clear his throat. “Dr. Villa told me a few things on the way here... I swear that man is in love with the sound of his own voice.... But he’s discovered something even I didn’t know about our people."

The older man paused as if he wasn’t sure he should go on, but Goku poked him on the shoulder in order to get his attention again.

Vegeta’s eye twitched once before he continued. “There are some Saiyajin males who are able to conceive a child. And... You’re one of them, Kakarotto.”

The prince braced himself for the other’s reaction to the news, but much to his surprise, a smile spread over Goku’s face and he began to shake with that silent laugh of his.

“Kakarotto, I’m serious!”

He continued to laugh.

“Baka! Do you remember when you got so embarrassed because your tail began to ‘leak’?”

Goku suddenly choked on his laughter and his face went red.

“Hn. Well, that was lubricant, Kakarotto. You were reacting to my scent and your body was preparing itself for sex. Your tail contains the chemicals needed to create this response, so when you didn’t have it, your body didn’t react like it should have. It was like you were neutered.... or rather, spayed.”

If the situation hadn’t been so serious, Vegeta would have laughed at the vacant expression on the other man’s face. His mouth was hanging open just slightly and it looked like he’d seen a ghost. His face had paled and lost all color.

Might as well put the final nail in the coffin.

“Kakarotto, they want us to breed.”

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TBC

A/N - I promise the next chapter will be long and questions from reviews will be answered soon; like why the dragonballs aren't being used. Do you all really think I wouldn't have an explaination?

Oh, and to the reader who said she only read this fic because it was the only one to be updated regularly; I hope I've given you enough time to find yourself a life so you won't have to torture yourself with this fic. Seriously, that's pathetic.