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 like they 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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It
was too much. Too many things that had
happened in too little time, and he stood next to Vegeta, looked around, at the
blood washed stone and wondered just what part he had played in the
masquerade. Looked at his own
hands—clean—and his own clothes and Vegeta, and at Chichi who licked her lips
and looked longingly at Trunks.
Trunks.
Who
was covered in blood, icejin blood and Gohan’s blood and there was another
creature standing there with him—a mocking creature that fouled the name of
half its heritage and made the other half burn with pride—covered with only
Gohan’s blood. Grinning and tipping its
head back, letting Trunks lick the blood off his face and neck and opened his
mouth to accept the kiss when it reached him.
No.
Trunks
left, left the Prince and Krillin to argue, left Chichi to stand and make her
snide comments of the nature of their races.
She grinned at Gohan and mourned that she could not drink the blood that
pumped from his hand. Didn’t drink it
because it was traitor’s blood, because she was behaving for them, and because
it had been Trunks that drew the blood and spiders did not feed on each other’s
kill.
So
she smirked. Waited.
There
was a weird sensation of weight that descended on them, made his ears pop and
he hissed out in discomfort, saw Krillin fall to the ground under the increase
in gravity, and he had both his hands on his head—mumbled something that Goku
could not hear over the roar of blood in his ears—what else could happen?
Then
Trunks returned, the sensation passed when he flicked the blood off his sword
onto the dirt, and looked at Gohan once again.
He was covered in the icejin blood, like he had ripped out their hearts
and covered himself in it. “There is
one more ally,” he said, “My ally.”
He pointed above them, and Goku had turned, stared straight up.
Saw
the six dots on the strange things forehead first—the mark of the Juro—and then
the black tail, the spiky black hair and the dark eyes.
them, right next to Trunks. Looked at
him, glowed with energy, and then—as if they had a conversation in only this
new things mind—said: “I’m Goten. Your
new buddy.” Then he turned to look at
Gohan. “I’m probably,” he said, raised
two of his fis ans and moved Gohan’s hand with his mind—a telekinetic and a
telepath all in one!—and then turned back to look at them, “The most powerful
motherfucker you’ll ever meet.” He gave
them a smile. “Living proof that
Saiyans shouldn’t rape Juro.” Then he
moved toward Gohan, Trunks moved with him.
Sheathed
his sword, and looked at Gohan. Didn’t
say anything, but raised his hand pulled the web back out of the broken hand,
showered himself with that blood. Goten
grinned, reached his hand out, touched Gohan’s feverish forehead and closed his
eyes.
“No,”
Krillin said, struggled to get back to his feet, “He’s going to kill him!”
“Good,”
Vegeta said. Crossed his arms over his
chest.
Gohan’s
body started to shake, writhed and dropped down to the ground, to his knees,
and Goten’s hand stayed on his forehead, electricity crackled in the air around
him, and just as Goten himself started to pant, started to fall and lose
himself, he pulled his hand back, screamed in pain, and Gohan’s whole body
burst.
Exploded.
Covered
the two of them standing right there in front of him with his blood, and Trunks
grabbed Goten as he started to fall.
That.
Was
where he stood now. Staring.
nothing and allowed it to happen. Had
just stood there and watched them murder.
Shook with how horrible it felt to have done nothing, and looked at
Vegeta. The Prince just smirked and
turned his back on the massacre.
No
wonder Trunks was the worst thing in the universe. No wonder so many people had shook in fear of
“Sorry
about that,” Goten said, moved around to the front of the Prince.
nothing happened to the kid. I’m not
fucking with you I was fucking with him.”
And
when Goku looked up again, Gohan was right there, on his knees and shaking—but he
wasn’t dead. He was whimpering and
sobbing, but he wasn’t dead. Trunks
kicked him, knocked him all the way down and then shook his head and looked at
the two of them. “I am going to kill
him,” he said, “But it won’t hurt.”
Then he pulled the sword again, raised it over his head and without so
much as a smile, brought it down and ended the traitor’s life.
~~~***
Illusions
were the sort of thing that only Juro that trained for years and years could
attain with the level of perfection that this snotty kid had.
small—and thinner than the average Saiyan.
Had the mark of the Juro and the mental power of one—no, twice, three
times the mental power of one—but he was all Saiyan otherwise.
Saiyan. He had just given Gohan the
sensation and visual nightmare of watching his body explode from the inside
out. And Krillin had felt how he tore
apart the traitor’s mind, ripped it to find shreds and the plucked up the
threads that he wanted. Hadn’t found
this job particularly entertaining, but had summoned a lo gle gleeful venom to
generate that illusion.
“Stop
giving me the mental beating,” Goten said to him, “Just tell me what you want
to know about me, and I’ll answer all your pretty little questions.”
“Alright,
how about, how the hell does nobody know about you?” Goku asked.
“Where
did you come from?” Krillin asked.
“If
you’re so fucking powerful why haven’t you and Trunks killed Bardock yet?”
And
Goten just grinned at them. “First:
anyone about me. You see, you three
could walk right up to Bardock himself and try and tell him about me, and not a
single one of you would even be able to think about me.
remember I exist.” A very arrogant
smirk.
And my father was some fucking Saiyan bastard that was using the away
station on the Juro moon. He caught my
mother, raped her and sent her to live in shame on the Saiyan home planet.
that’s another story—and raised by nice old hag that turned out to be my
father’s ailing Mommy. I killed both of
them too. And about six or seven years
ago I met this rather intrepid young lad in the forest, being attacked by a
bunch of fucking Icejins. Handed over
this beautiful sword right here, and wa-lah, a legend was born.”
He
was disgusting. How dare he take the
name of Juro and corrupt it that way?
“And
while I am very fucking powerful, Prince Vegeta, I will admit that I have
limits. Interesting limits.”
But
no elaboration. No discussion of his
limits or his downfalls or how he could help them. All they got was the knowledge that he existed.
remember him when he had gone. How the
fuck was that useful?
~~~***
Vegeta
didn’t really care. Wasn’t interested
in the kid’s life story, in his nifty ability to make someone think they had
just blown up, wasn’t concerned that he was going to use his power to harm
them, because it was more than obvious that this kid was dependent on
something. Something he wasn’t willing
to say just yet, and that meant he could not just do as he pleased with no
limit.
“I
think this conversation is best finished inside,” is what the new one
said. Limped over to the doorway of the
home, lifted the thick, slightly sticky covering out of the way with his mind
and disappeared within.
Krillin
looked at the decapitated body with a mournful look and made his symbols for
the dead—would have made the symbols of forgiveness, but Trunks smacked his
hands down. “Don’t forgive a murdering
rapist.” Then he tore a part of his
shirt and used it to wipe the traitor’s blood off his sword.
and as she passed the body, she hissed at it.
“Come
on, Krillin,” Goku said, “We should at least listen to what they have planned.”
“So
we can be murderers too?” Krillin demanded.
“If spiders can see auras why didn’t either one of them shat hat Gohan
was lying? Why didn’t they see that he
was going to try and take Bulma? And …”
The
endless questions would kill a person, that’s what Vegeta thought—ignored the
questions in his own mind that crowded in on his free will and demanded of him
how he was going to go back to a throne and disgrace it with his soiled
past. How he could sleep next to Goku
the whole night, naked and stinking like sex and not once think that he was
disgusting for it. Ten years as a
slave, as a whore did not leave him with happy thoughts, but he was more than
capable of forgetting them. There was
work to be done here. He pointed toward
the cave. “Move it,” he said to the
mind-reader.
When
you fought a murderer, when you fought something like the icejins you didn’t
send in your moralistic army to tap them on the wrists and sign the forgiveness
at them when they died. You sent in a
army of things like Trunks, that would kill as quickly and efficiently as
possible, spit on the corpses of the child killers and moved to strike the
death blow to the leader. To
Freiza. Fuck the morals.
Krillin
moved, but only because he was being pulled.
Fought against the non-visible hands that dragged him into the
cave.
And
when they got in there, Chichi was in her web, leaning forward, long hair
falling down around her face and hanging from the web.
legs. And her black stare dug into
them. Assessed them to see if they too
were hiding something that nobody could see.
GET
OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND, he shouted at the impish idiot when its warm mental
hands touched him. Saw Goten—that was
its name after all—grin from where it was sitting next to the frigid pool of
water, holding out both its arms—naked chest showing off countless lash
marks—as Trunks rinsed water over two deep gashes in his left forearm.
“Sorry
about that, Prince,” Goten said, “You’ll probably never believe me, but I don’t
do it on purpose.”
“Why
didn’t one of you see that Gohan was evil?” Krillin demanded, “If he was a
traitor and a liar why didn’t one of you see?”
“And
you with your mind that reads us, you did not see that he was evil.
see it? Or Bardocks’ evil?
that it makes you shiver now, in disgust?”
Chichi wasn’t smiling for once.
She frowned. “Some things even
we cannot see.”
“And
while the cryptic bullshit is pretty and poetic,” Goten said, “The reason you
didn’t see or hear or sense anything, is because he had been mentally ‘washed’
which means that even if he had slit the Prince’s throat, you wouldn’t have
been able to tell it was him until he had admitted it.
“Who
does these washes?” Goku asked.
Vegeta
watched Trunks as he finished cleaning the new wounds—was this one of those interesting
limits?—and then he pinched the skin together, rose his hand over the wound and
concentrated, wove web thick enough to hold the broken flesh together.
“The
Juro can do them,” Krillin whispered, “When a forgiven asks to be washed, we
grant them their wish. But only if the
Gods have forgiven them.”
“Will
you still sit and judge us now?” Chichi asked.
Hissed out between her teeth in obvious distaste at this judgment on her
kind—which was her right, because she was a Princess.
“Alright,”
Goten said, “Now, as I understand it, everyone here wants Bardock brought
down. Areizreiza.”
“First,”
Vegeta said—felt that sense of pride returning to him as he said this, felt the
strangeness of leadership settling on his shoulders and wanted to see his father
again. Remembered that his father had
always expected him to become the King.
To become a great ruler, a powerful one. One that would overcome the Icejins. That had not been lost.
And it made his skin tingle to feel it come back to him.
willing to do.” He glared at the
Juro—the full one—and felt that Krillin was not going to give an inch on his
‘moral’ standing.
“Whatever
brings the righteous to his knees, and spills his blood,” Chichi said, “I would
very much like to spill his blood.”
“I
already told you my only concern is putting your ass back on the throne,”
Trunks said, “And killing Bardock.”
“Freiza,”
Goku said—surprised the hell out of him by answering at all—“I don’t have any
idea why he bothered, but Bardock trained me to defeat Freiza.”
Goten
smiled vaguely. “You can count on me to
do whatever you need. As long as I
don’t have to touch anyone.”
Oh?
anyway? Interesting ones, he said, but
what was so fucking interesting about them.
“I’ll
help to bring down Freiza and Bardock, but I won’t defy the teachings of my
Gods,” Krillin said stubbornly, and then—somberly—he said: “Where is
Bulma? Can we bury her”
“The
icejins took her,” Trunks said, “The ones that escaped.”
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Goten: TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa!
Trunks: do
you have to overdo everything?
Goten:
Hn. I’ll just have to remember
to under do you.
< sty style='font-size:10.0pt;
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Gk: Oh, man
I hate sex when you don’t get to the…
*notices everyone looking at him. *
Krillin:
*shudder * That is so
disgusting.
Chichi:
*raises eyebrow *
Vegeta:
*hides head in hands and mumbles something unintelligible *
Goten:
Hn. Hey!
Go Me!
Trunks: I
fail to see how this is impressive.
Jaygoose:
*ahem
* I delivered Goten, dear, where is my
VEGETA AND GOKU?! *smiles prettily
* Hmmmm?
Anyway.
I love him, but I’m odd.) I felt
very bad for what I did to Bulma. I didn’t
feel bad at all for what happened to Gohan.
*snarls at dead boy *
Elenek:
Lol.
me on it by now. Because I never told
you what he’s mixed with, he was hovering around the engine room all the time,
his father and grandfather were evil, (there are more things I put in there to
foreshadow them, but I forget now what they are…) Oh well. He’s a good guy
in More of Us and Hormone Therapy. So
that’s enough.
Uh…yeah,
not sure if that is ‘torture.’
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> Lemons?
Hmm.. (And Chichi spi spider
lady is lusting after our resident bad-ass, Trunks.) And then there are a few with Vegeta and Goku.
Macha:
Yep.
Lol.
see… They killed Gohan this chapter,
they *is muffled by the fact that she cannot speak the spoilers *
chapters.
Hudine:
Not
lame. It was a complement and I liked
it. *grabs review and defends it *
Mechanical Butterfly:
One
day I will write a chapter that you don’t like. One day. *strikes a pose
* Hopefully not, though.>
Lol.
You thought he was a good guy?
That’s so sweet. *pats her poor
misguided head *
In
Bulma’s situation I would have to say I would…
Goodness, I don’t know. If I was
actually her I probably would have fought like hell to get free, and when (if)
that didn’t work I would have done the same.
But seeing how I’m the writer, if I were Bulma I would have just started
screaming. There’s a whole slew of
people with super keen hearing just right around the otherside of the
rock. *shrugs *
*pets
Trunks * Oooo.
I love him when he gets all manly.
(Realizes she’s having a ‘Twin Goten’ moment there.)
Yeah.
for there of the story. His morals put
him in a sticky situation a lot.
BUUUUT, we’ve got Goten now to do all the telepathic things Krillin won’t.
Right,
crunching those chips was *real * subtle.
Lol
PinkTeddy:
Oh,
well, HI! When you catch up. And glad
you’re reading. (Always love
new/old/new readers. Did that make
sense?)