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Contamination
by Cosmicmewtwo
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While training in the far reaches of space, Goku and Vegeta discover something alien beyond their understanding.
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Note from poster: I put in 'Abusive' due to some changes of Goku's character that boarders on abusive.
Art Source: https://sarahw-world.tumblr.com/post/178072332049
Note from poster: I put in 'Abusive' due to some changes of Goku's character that boarders on abusive.
Abusive
Contamination- Asepsis
“Well, how about that one there?” Goku suggested, reaching over Vegeta’s shoulder to point at a single, unremarkable dot on the console’s star-chart.Vegeta lifted an eyebrow in irritation as he brushed Goku’s hand away from from the navigational screen, stopping him before he could mess with the touch-screen’s controls.
“Kakarot, would you please leave this to me?” Vegeta growled. “You have no idea what you’re doing.”
“Aw, come on, Vegeta,” Goku said, and further annoyed Vegeta by leaning down to rest his arms on the back of Vegeta’s seat. “You never listen to me.”
“If I considered your input, we’d end up launching ourselves headlong into a fucking black hole— which is what you were just pointing at, incidentally.”
“Oh.” A brief pause, and Vegeta bristled as Goku reached over Vegeta’s shoulder to point at the screen again. “Okay, how ‘bout that one?”
“Are you just pointing at random spots, Kakarot, or is there some method to your madness?”
“I dunno, that one looks nice, I guess.”
Vegeta let out a strained sigh as he pushed Goku’s hand away again. Regardless of their destination, they would have to settle on a planet soon—it had been two weeks since they had landed anywhere, and the atmosphere on their Capsule ship was quickly starting to feel claustrophobic. Even their intense training on the gravity deck was barely taking the edge off at this point.
Granted, Vegeta had spent much of his life on far smaller ships with much larger crews, but Goku wasn’t a typical travel companion—he simply had a way of taking up space that could make even the Hyperbolic Time Chamber feel like a fishbowl.
Vegeta’s swiped a gloved hand across the screen, skimming quickly through dense lists of data.
“This system might not be a bad choice, actually,” Vegeta muttered. The star that Goku had pointed out was a nameless red dwarf, orbited by several mid-size, rocky planets. They wouldn’t know the specifics until they sent a Capsule probe ahead to scout it, but the rough calculations showed that at least one of the planets might have a breathable atmosphere and liquid water. Gravity at three G. Most importantly, they could arrive there within a day.
Goku shrugged behind Vegeta. “Well, you’re the expert space captain.”
A smirk tugged at the corner of Vegeta’s mouth, threatening to break through his scowl. “Don’t think your sarcasm is lost on me, Kakarot.”
“Huh? I wasn’t being sarcastic,” Goku said. “I just figured you knew what you were talking about, seeing as you used to, well… you know, travel around the galaxy.”
Vegeta grimaced. Goku wasn’t exactly known for his tactfulness, but “travel around the galaxy” was easily the most absurd euphemism Vegeta had ever heard for “work as a planet-purging mercenary for a ruthless galactic overlord.”
“I’ll send a probe now,” was all Vegeta said as he tapped twice on his screen. “We’ll know exactly what we’re heading to in a few hours.”
By Earth’s clock, it was evening when the results came back to them.
Vegeta was devouring the last bites of his meal while half-listening to Goku’s chatter when he heard an alarm chiming from the deck above.
“The probe’s back,” Vegeta said, and wasted no time pushing his plate away and leaving the table before Goku could react.
“Hey, aren’t you gonna finish your food?” Goku asked around a mouthful of half-chewed pork.
But Vegeta was already half-way up the narrow staircase to the bridge.
“You can have the rest,” he called back.
He slid into the pilot seat, and pressed his fingertip to the glowing alert that blinked up at him from the screen. Data on Kakarot’s planet of choice spilled down the screen in a stream of text and numbers. The atmosphere was compatible. The average surface temperature was slightly colder than Earth’s, but there were no major meteorological disturbances that would pose any obvious problems. Gravity: 3.24 Earth’s gravity. Rotational period: 14 hours. Planetary surface: mostly rocky crust, seventeen percent ocean-covered.
Vegeta scrolled quickly through the reams of data flowing in until he was satisfied that it met his most important condition: it was uninhabited. Or, at least, it showed no obvious signs of any advanced settlements—no pockets of Planet Trade Organization activity.
Vegeta didn’t want any uninvited company.
“Vegeta?”
Vegeta’s eyes flicked away from the screen, and found Goku climbing up the last steps to the bridge.
“How’s it look?” Goku asked.
“It will do,” Vegeta said as he tapped a few buttons on the navigational screen. “It’s a perfectly unremarkable planet as far as I can tell, but it will do.”
“Man, I just hope it’s better than that awful jungle planet we landed on last time. I swear I still feel itchy from the all the bug bites—that made Earth’s mosquitoes look like nothing.”
“If I recall correctly,” said Vegeta, unable to resist a smirk. “You picked that one, too.”
Goku rubbed at the back of his neck. “Ah, yeah,” he admitted. “I had hoped it might be a good spot for hunting.”
“Well, maybe we’ll have better luck with this new world,” Vegeta muttered. “But I doubt it. The probe picked up no obvious signs of widespread life, animal or otherwise.”
“Maybe fishing then?”
Vegeta swiped his hand across the screen, and it went dark under his fingertips.
“I wouldn’t get your hopes up,” he said, turning away from the console to face Goku. “You’ll be lucky to find an algae bloom.”
Goku shrugged. “Maybe next time, then.”
“Not every planet is teeming with life, Kakarot,” Vegeta pointed out. “For every three Earths or Nameks or Yardrats out there, there’s at least one dark, lifeless chunk of rock to balance it out.”
Goku’s face took on a sad, almost childlike disappointment. “Seems like an awful waste of space.”
Vegeta turned away from Goku, and stood from his seat. “Don’t be too disappointed. Healthy, fertile planets tend to be targets for those who wish to take them. And I don’t know about you, but I just want to train—not get sidetracked by a spat with some Planet Trade faction.”
Goku furrowed his brows. “How could that be a problem? Frieza’s been dead for years.”
“And god only knows what splinter groups have popped up in the power vacuum left behind,” Vegeta muttered. “I’ve been on Earth for more than a decade, Kakarot. I have no intel, no access to any of my old PTO planetary databases. We’re flying essentially blind out here.”
Goku chewed on his lip for a moment, as if deep in thought—though Vegeta often doubted he were capable of such a thing.
“How long until we get there?” he asked.
“Ten, eleven hours. Enough time to sleep.”
“Enough time for a spar, too,” Goku hinted.
Vegeta sighed. Gods, he was sick of the gravity deck. But what else was there to do?
“Fine,” he huffed. “One hour. That’s it—then I’m going to bed.”
Goku slapped him on the back as he passed Vegeta. “Deal. I’ll race you down there.”
Vegeta rolled his eyes, but Goku was already halfway down the steps to the decks below.
