In Your Dreams

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


Chapter 19

“Dr. Villa, we have a problem.”

The man in question sighed as he set down his clipboard and turned to regard the one who addressed him. It was a member of his cleaning crew, and he held a small black chip in the palm of his hand.

“What is it?”

“I’m not sure. We found it among the broken pieces of mirror when we were cleaning up the Saiyajin’s cell.”

Dr. Villa set down his paperwork and took the small device from the other man. He brought it closer to his face in order to study the details of the chip, and his eyes widened when it dawned on him what he was looking at.

“Yes... we have a problem indeed...”

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“Kakarotto, what’s the rush? We don’t need to do this right now!”

Goku nearly pulled at his hair in frustration. He didn’t know how to make Vegeta understand that they only had until tomorrow morning to ‘get on with it’, and it was already getting late. The older man seemed content to take his time with the process, claiming that they both needed to sleep on it before making any rash decisions.

And so, in an attempt to get his point across, Goku continued to molest Vegeta.

The prince raised an eyebrow as the flustered Saiyajin next to him once again tossed aside the covers he’d draped over himself and began to tug at his clothes. My, he was eager.

Vegeta growled and grabbed the others’ wrists, and he quickly flipped them over and pinned the younger man to the bed. “Kakarotto, would you relax!?”

Goku shrank back a bit at the prince’s clipped tone. He didn’t want to rush this anymore than Vegeta did, but their time was running short. This was his last opportunity and he’d be damned if he was going to let it slip away.

Before he could make another move, however, they were interrupted.

“So sorry to barge in like this...”

The two Saiyajins turned and looked toward the door. Dr. Villa stood there with several more men around him, and he didn’t seem concerned for his safety when he opened the cell door and walked inside.

Vegeta rolled off of Goku and placed himself between his future mate and any potential danger.

“Does this look familiar to either of you?”

The prince cursed under his breath when Dr. Villa held out the tracking device he’d hidden in the bathroom. It must have ended up on the floor with the rest of the mirror when Kakarotto smashed his fist through it. Black eyes shot to the side to glance at the younger Saiyajin responsible, and Goku visibly swallowed when he realized he’d just made things very complicated.

Dr. Villa’s lips turned downward in a frown. “I see. So at this point it’s safe to assume there’s a rescue party heading to our current location even as we speak. Frankly I’m surprised they haven’t already gotten here, though the weather is deteriorating quite rapidly. They’ve probably been stalled.”

The man seemed to mumble to himself under his breath for a moment, seemingly working out his next move. His hard eyes then shot up and focused on Goku. “As inconvienant as this is, I have no choice but to move to another location. I’ve already prepared a vehicle and packed up my most important and valuable items... save for you two.”

That was when the sound of rattling chains caught their attention, and both Saiyajins focused on the men behind Villa. There were six altogether, and two held heavy shackles connected by chains.

Dr. Villa could easily see the rebellion in Vegeta’s eyes, and he lowered his voice an octave before speaking. “There are currently four weapons trained on the two of you this very second. Each can deliver enough electricity to render you unconscious in seconds. Cooperate and spar yourselves undue pain, or don’t and suffer.”

To emphasize this fact, the remaining four guards steadied the weapons they held.

Vegeta, as stubborn as he was, had already begun to prepare himself for a fight, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He glanced to his side to look at Goku, and the younger Saiyajin was frowning at him and shaking his head. Apparently he was willing to go quietly and he wished for the prince to do the same.

Vegeta first reaction was anger. Why cooperate like a couple of well-trained dogs?! Chances were he would end up unconscious and in shackles anyway, but at least he could piss some people off; maybe even draw a little blood.

However, then the more rational part of his mind kicked in. Something in Goku’s eyes told him there was a reason behind his decision and that he should just play along.

Vegeta grit his teeth and clenched his fists at his sides before he forced himself to relax. “Damn you, Kakarotto....”

He only received a smile in return.

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Holy fuck, it was cold!

This phrase kept repeating itself in Vegeta’s head as he shifted uncomfortably within the confines of what Dr. Villa called a ‘transporter device.’ It was a fucking cage! Both he and Kakarotto had their wrists and ankles shackled, had been blindfolded, and then had been placed in two different barred cages, which had then been loaded into what felt like a hover vehicle.

Despite the heat that pumped in from the vehicles’ engine, the friged temperatures outside still seeped inside. The sound of the icy wind that raged outside could be clearly heard, and based on the violent rocking of the van, they were driving through a blizzard. The cold metal bars that surrounded him only grew colder by the second, and the thin blanket that had been placed on the floor of the cage did little to prevent the chill from reaching his bones.

And if this weren’t annoying enough, someone was whistling some nameless tune and it was driving him insane! Vegeta whipped his head to the side in an attempt to pinpoint where the sound was coming from.

“Kakarotto, are you doing that?”

The whistling stopped and a low ‘Mm’ was his reply before Goku resumed with his annoying behavior. The prince knew shouting at him to stop would do nothing, so he only banged his head back against the metal bars in an attempt to knock himself out.

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Though their search had been called off for the night, the Saiyajin’s search team found it impossible to sleep. The cold wasn’t really the reason behind the groups’ insomnia, however, their worry was.

They all lay awake staring at the ceiling and listening to the howl of the wind outside. No one had spoken a word in hours, but Piccolo finally broke the silence with a growl.

Heads turned toward the Namekian as he lowered himself to the floor from where he’d been hovering. His ears visibly twitched as he grit his teeth.

Gohan sat up and rubbed his tired eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Someone’s whistling!” the green man growled. Everyone knew high-pitched noises like that irritated a Namekians’ sensitive ears.

One by one everyone stirred from their lethargic doze, and they all sat silently and strained their ears.

“I don’t hear anything...” Bulma said after a few moments.

“Are you sure it’s not the wind, Piccolo?” Gohan asked, though when angry eyes turned to him, he wished he hadn’t asked.

“I’m sure! It’s the tune from that stupid ‘I love Mr. Piccolo’ song you made up when you were little!”

Both Goten and Trunks snickered when Gohan’s face turned red, and Bulma hopped up from her spot and looked out the window. She squinted in an attempt to see through the blowing snow, and for a moment she thought she saw a flash of light.

“Is it getting louder?”

Piccolo snarled and raised his hands to cover his twitching ears. “Yes!”

Bulma felt her heart pounding in her chest when a few moments later a set of headlights became visible in the distance. “There!! It’s a van!”

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Nearly an hour had passed since they’d first left the lab, and it seemed like just about everyone was at their wits end with Goku’s whistling. Despite several threats of bodily harm from their captures, the Saiyajin continued on until a gag was finally shoved between his lips and tied at the base of his skull.

“Finally!”

Goku growled and turned his head toward Vegeta. Oh, how he wished he could bat the older man upside the head at the moment.

His thoughts were cut short when one of the men up front spoke for the first time since they began driving.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?” another asked.

“Those things up ahead. Are those birds or something?”

Dr. Villa spoke up next. “Idiots! Those aren’t bir----“

An instant later something powerful hit the van, and everyone inside was jarred and thrown to one side. Goku did his best to brace himself inside the cage, but he still hit the bars hard, forcing the air from his lungs. The muffled grunt to his left told him Vegeta wasn’t fairing any better.

“Stop! You can’t outrun them! Get your weapons!”

The two Saiyajin’s listened to the sound of men scrambling around, and then they were hit with freezing wind when the van’s sliding door was thrown open. Immediately afterward the air was filled with gunfire, screams, shouts, ki attacks, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

The roar of a jet engine faded in and out, and it became apparent that Dr. Villa had called in reinforcements to protect his ‘precious cargo’. Several fighter jets had been miles above the storm tracking them in case of trouble.

Suddenly a loud explosion rocked the vehicle they were still trapped inside, and Goku cried out when a sudden burst of heat threatened to burn his skin. The crackle of fire and the smell of smoke filled the cabin, and it became readily apparent that the van was either close to a fire, or on fire. Either way, they were in trouble.

“That one came from Trunks! Stupid boy!” Vegeta shouted as he furiously kicked at the bars that held him prisoner. The sound of battle was soon drowned out by the roar of the flames that seemed to be spreading all around them, and the prince could hear the younger man beside him choking on the smoke.

As he began to sweat, the blindfold slipped away from his eyes and settled down around his neck, enabling Vegeta to finally see what was going on; and it was not good. The van itself was not what was on fire, but the downed jet just a few yards away was. They only had a few moments to get out before they’d be burned to ashes.

The older Saiyajin turned to Goku, and he was shocked to find that he’d somehow managed to partially free himself from his shackles. He winced when he noticed the other’s bloody wrists, and he figured the other man had simply forced his hands out, tearing his skin and leaving what remained raw.

Goku reached up and tore away his blindfold and gag, and he too opened wide eyes to grasp their situation. Based on his expression, Vegeta figured he probably wished he hadn’t looked.

Just then a figure appeared at the van’s door, and a man dressed in what used to be a white coat scrambled inside. He was covered in blood and soot, and his eyes were wide with fear and adrenaline.

Goku soon recognized him as one of them men who had been kind to him over the years. Dr. Yoshima.

The middle aged man moved to the front of the van and threw aside folders full of paperwork, and after a moment of cursing he returned to the two Saiyajins and held up a set of keys.

“I can’t let you two die this way. Your friends have been trying to get to you, but Villa’s men are keeping them at bay.”

Vegeta just watched the man suspiciously as he stuck the key in his cages’ lock and twisted it hard. The latched popped open a moment later and Yoshima quickly freed the prince from his shackles as well. He then turned and did the same for Goku before turning toward the open door. The flames had inched closer and it felt as if they’d all combust from the heat at any moment. Yoshima had even burned his hands on the metal cages when he’d unlocked them.

“Hurry!” he shouted as he stumbled out of the van. Vegeta grabbed Goku’s raw wrist and pulled him along as he too jumped out of the vehicle. They squinted against the bright flames as they ran around the van and away from the flaming wreckage. Gradually the heat began to fade away, and the two Saiyajins stumbled when they reached the point where the snow hadn’t melted. The frozen crystals soon reached past their knees, and Goku pulled back against Vegeta’s hold, stopping the older man from going any further.

“What?! Why are you stopping?”

Goku’s eyes were wide as they focused on something in the air, and Vegeta raised his own black orbs to the sky. He gasped when he spotted what looked like a ball of fire racing toward them, but as it got closer, it became clear that it was another crashing jet.

The prince allowed himself to be pulled back in the direction they’d just come, and after a brief dash, shoved Goku into the snow and dove over top of him. The ground shook when the plane made impact somewhere behind them, and again the two Saiyajin’s were overwhelmed by a burst of heat. This time, however, the snow that surrounded them helped lessen the blow.

Neither moved until the debris stopped falling from the sky. Several minutes passed, and then...

“Are we interrupting something?”

Vegeta and Goku poked their heads up out of the slush that now surrounded them. Gohan, Goten, Trunks, and Piccolo all stood a couple feet away. Most smiled down at them with the exception of the Namekian, who glared at Goku.

“If you EVER whistle that song again, I’ll rip out your tongue.”

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TBC

A/N - ....heh... I bet you were all expecting a hot lemon...eh? *backs away from angry mob* Well, I just couldn't bring myself to let it happen in the lab, damn it! I want some wooing! WOOING!

I actually had NO idea what to write for this chapter, and I spent almost an hour just staring at the screen o.O. I'm not totally in love with this, but in the long run, I think this will work out for the better.