Much Like Suffocating
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WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:
instead of just reading it? (Insert
standard disclaimer here: I don’t own
Vegeta, Goku, (any other characters mentioned herein) or the show they came
from DBZ DBGT or just plain DB.)
ALL RIGHTY. *rubs hands
together and looks up terms for the list of warnings: *
already screaming. You can read
it. I swear It’ll be chocked full of
lemony goodness. LEMONS (Not talking
about the fruit here, either. I’m
talking about the sex ones; although how did it come to be a ‘lemon’
anyway?) Homosexuality (er…duh.)
Gasp): bondage, shady professions, and
graphic descriptions. (Hopefully
graphic anywho.) Also, dirty language
doubtlessly. DARK.
As always I strive to keep folk in character even when they are not
‘themselves’ in the canon-sense. If
you’re reading this and you’re lihey hey are so not in character, give it a
chappie or two and see if you still think that.
I tried very hard not to write this.
bunny (the plot bunny) until it went away.
And you see how far that got me.
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Bulma
woke up the next morning to the smell of fire and meat and had to blink and
grab her boobs—had the feeling that they were uncovered, and upon looking,
found that she was correct in this thought—before she sat straight up and
looked arouspanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> This.
plain cave, actually. That was rough on
all the edges, and had only a little pool of water, a couple of very large webs
and, as she turned around to see where the smell of fire was coming from, a
huge ass opening that was covered with spider-generated webby-stuff.
First
things, first, though, she really needed something cover her nakedness.
that had made her sleep when she didn’t want.
Just wait until he woke up, she was going to kick him in the balls—as
was Gohan. But the others, they were
awake. And it was that murdering
bastard that came in the cave first to find her. Gave her a strange shake of his head, climbed up a set of steps
she would never even have seen—they curled up the side of the cave and
disappeared into what she assumed to be a room above them.
When
he returned, he handed her clothes. A
pair of baggy pants and a shirt that was much too big.
break, alright. They’re clean, they’re
too small for me, and they’ve all got holes cut for you tail.”
and left her to change. Stopped just as
he reached the door. “Stay out of the
upstairs.”
So
she was getting dressed in front of the sleeping men. Great. A free strip
show! (Not that she hadn’t been
sleeping in just a sheet and probably giving everyone one hell of a peep show
the whole night anyway, but any excuse to hate the murderer was a good excuse
to her.) She wrapped her tail around
the ripped and dirty sheet, held it on as she pulled the pants on—this was made
only slightly difficult because getting your paws (yes, she had paws for feet,
after all she was a fucking cat) through pants designed for was was not the
easiest thing—and then—upon buttoning those—she pulled the overly large shirt
on, dropped the sheet on the floor, and thought that she must look like a
man. A tom-boy certainly.
How
annoying.
But
they were clothes; none of her ‘private’ areas were showing…
his sleep and she kicked him in the stomach.
He laughed then.
“I’ll
kill you for this,” She said. Crossed
her arms over her chest.
“Aw,
not my fault,” he said—his head had finally stopped bleeding.
feet, “You’re hot. You know it.”
That
she did. Gave him a smug grin and
turned away from him, waved her tail back and forth and slipped out under that
nasty webby-door crap that led to the outside.
~~~***
It
was gone. Vegeta didn’t want to tell
Goku that—not right away anyway—but the feeling that he had to touch something
or someone or die was gone. It had left
the night before—all at once when he had pushed Goku over onto his back and
looked at him. It was gone.
(Cry.
Pretty, isn’t he?)
…Bled
out of his mind. It was gone; whatever
had kept him yearning for the touch had been on that ship with those depraved
thoughts. But it was gone now, and what
was left was his own mind, his own body, the disconcerting feeling that he
wasn’t so sure he preferred this to the alternative. The other, the fog of his mind and the burn of his skin, that
allowed him time to remember what it felt like to be himself again.
him wondering just what the hell he was going to do now that he was paired up
with his murdering half-brother that hated Bardock so much that he was willing
to align himself with a mismatched group of social outcasts.
because Juro did not ‘outcast’ its people, but he could never return home
because he believed himself to have committed crimes.
He
was suddenly deprived of the blanketconfconfusion and faced with the
facts. Ten years of his life were
gone. Most of those ten years had been
devoted to being a mindless whore. His
tail was gone and could never be brought back—what sort of King of Saiyans had
no tail? Freiza had used him and
Bardock had sold him, and he had vowed revenge on them both.
separate; had no idea how he was going to defeat them.
half-breed abilities. No tail.
Saiyan who was radiating energy like a fucking sun—how had he not noticed this
before?—with the rest of them hanging around bearing talents that would more
than certainly be enough to overpower Bardock.
Except,
they needed a leader. That leader would
have to be him. Except, they didn’t
trust each other.
Great.
What
a mission.
And
if that wasn’t enough. His father was
dying and if he didn’t get to the throne before he did die, than not only would
he never be able to see his father again, he would lose his right to the
throne. Bardock could claim it, and
then he would have to fight him for it. After all, spending ten years as a whore did not give you muscles
in any part of your body that let you fist fight one of the most powerful
warriors in the universe.
“Food’s
done,” Trunks said. Speared one of the
animals he had caught in his trap and lifted it out of the fire.
around the fire pit. Vegeta watched his
eyes flood black and Trunks tipped his head to one side—that had to be some
sort of special Spider ability, the tilting head thing—and blew across the top
of thell bll burning meat. It cooled
down, and Trunks blinked his eyes, changed them back to blue and bit into the
food.
“Great;
what are the rest of us supposed to do?” Gohan—Goku had told him his
name—demanded. He was there, with the
cat, and he glared with all the hatred he could muster.
“Look
kid,” Trunks said, licked his lips, “Stop trying to piss me off.”
“It
smells delicious!” Bulma said, moved forward—hesitantly, because cats were as
afraid of fire as they were of water—and she grabbed one of the spears out of
the fire, managed to get herself one of the smaller rodenty animals and plucked
it off the spear with her long claws.
Goku
got himself a larger animal that dripped and sizzled as he held it up and blew
on it.
Goku that the pain had gone away. Not
yet. Not before he spoke with the mind
reader and found out more about what Bardock had done with Goku.
wasn’t so sure that it had ended there.
And how the fuck did his father—the King—miss that Bardock was a
psychotic bastard that was torturing his youngest son?
their freedom before they snapped and said ‘fuck freedom?’
somewhere, letting him suffer with the feeling of fire on his skin, the need to
touch and feel and the burning, the loathsome need to return to what
they had just escaped from?
for Bardock.
Krillin
woke up, clutched his growling stomach and found that his head was once more
his own. There were a few naggy little
thoughts there. Some of them Trunks’
thoughts as he watched the new invaders of his home. Thoughts that offered warnings against Gohan’s continuous fight
to annoy the second Prince. Dark
thoughts that were meant for Krillin to hear, because he was not the first mind
reader that Trunks had known. Probably
would not be the last.
He
climbed to his feet, felt something cleansing about this world they were on,
and walked outside. Stretched in the
open sun and joined the p arp around the dying fire. Trunks climbed off the tall rock he was sitting on, grabbed a
stave out of the fire and blew on the meat that sizzled and popped at the end,
handed it to him—nice and warm, but not burning hot thanks to the natural
spider-coldness.
Then
he went right back to his perch atop of the rock.
“Thanks,”
Krillin said. The food was good.
starving, like he hadn’t eaten in years.
He sucked all the meat off the bones and licked the juice off his
face. Looked at the group.
blood she needed to live in private. Vegeta was there—mind clear and concise; angry as all hell, but
his own mind nonetheless.
“Where
is this planet?” Bulma asked. Her
natural vanity made her pick at her clothes until the shirt was tied up off her
flat stomach—this apparently was better than letting it hand down and flap in
the wind. How? He was not sure.
“Two
hops from Vegeta-sei,” Trunks said.
“There’s an away station on the moon of Juro. You teleport there and then to Vegeta-sei from there.”
into the fire and they popped.
“Do
we have a plan or are we just supposed to sit here and wait for Bardock to try
and kill us again?” Gohan asked.
“The
icejins will probably find you first,” Trunks said—his mind got very cold, like
frozen metal, cold, and it was strange.
Krillin shivered, breathed out and found that his breath had puffed up
into a cloud before his face. Stared at
it as it crystallized there in the air—completely frozen and then fell to the
ground and shattered.
“Why?”
Bulma asked, picked her teeth with her claws.
Wasn’t standing within five foot of the fire or the ‘murderer’ because
both of them offered her equal fright.
Chichi
floated back over to them, tilted her head to one side and licked her lips—they
were clean, and that gesture was doubtlessly intended to make them all
nervous. To remind them that she was a
blood-drinker and even though they might try to forget, it was still the
truth. “Shall we wait while our hopes
die with the aged king?”
'> “Do
you always have to be a bitch?” Vegeta asked.
She
smirked. “Of course.
“The
ostracized Princess, Chi,” Bulma said, “What did they kick you out for?”
because she now associated the Princess with the ‘murderer’ and hated them both
completely for the outrageous nature of themselves. They who drank blood and spilled blood and turned the world cold
when it should be warm.
Chichi
smirked. “For being a bitch.”
looked at Goku—or at least in his direction.
“Ask the Prince what he’s hiding, little fly…” She stopped. Blinked.
Trunks
stood up, unsheathed the sword, and as the warmth around them drown in icy
coldness, his eyes went black. “Someone
alrealready here.”
“Yes,”
Chichi said, curled her long fingers up and smirked just a little.
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Gk: Its
me! I’m the liar!
Everyone else:
o.O?
Chichi: Stop
it, idiot. You’re not the liar!
Gk:
YES! *sob * YES I
am! On my 2000 taxes I claimed an
adopted child!~ I don’t have a…
Vegeta: *smacks
him * Would you be serious for just a
few minutes?
Trunks: No
wonder I have to be the bad-ass one.
Goten: Just
wondering, when am I going to show up?
Gk: *sniffle
* So if we weren’t talking about taxes,
what were we talking about?
Jaygoose:
*pats
her on the head * All will soon be
revealed dear.
Macha:
You
know, she was kicked out, but like she said its because she was a bitch.
bitchyness on the world, the spiders will probably take her back.
And
that was a ‘leftover’ from the ship.
All that will be explained (not in the next few chapters) but soon.
Setharo07:
That’s
right. Can’t have Trunks without his
second half (in my opinion, that is.) Be
patient. There will be more.
sheeesh. So there is PLENTY more.)
*sighs *
Have to go work on Pride chapter now.
(dumb thing won’t do what I want.)
Tootlies!~