Much Like Suffocating
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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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Waking
up was bizarre because she had died, had been passing through the
white-space between planes of existence to get to the next one and had been
sucked straight back into the physical world somehow. Trapped up tight in mortal bonds and knocked out back into
unconsciousness, from which she just now escaped. Heard something beeping loudly, quickly, like her heart thumping
hard in her chest, tried to calm herself as the liquid around her went pink
from the blood leaking out of her wounded throat and arm.
Felt
the mask over her face, and opened her eyes all the way to see the ugly icejin
looking down at her. Grinning.
tank and shook its finger back and in forth slowly as if to say ‘No, no.’
hell she was—and another voice was heard, she heard a short buzzer, more
speaking, and something that tasted weird breezed in through the mask.
Made
her panic harder, because she felt herself going numb, her heart slowed down,
her eyes slid closed again and she felt sluggish. But her mind was racing still.
Frantically searching for anything that was familiar in the surroundings
she found herself. And all she could
think of was the way Freiza had looked at her, the interested twitch of his
ugly white tail and the way she had told herself over and over that she would
never end up in his house, would never give into that—would die first.
But
she hadn’t.
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> That bastard. She hoped he was here so she could…
What
exactly? She was trapped in this tank,
regenerating so she would be in tip top shape for when they enslaved her and
trained her how to be a pretty display piece.
Her
tail
Did
she still have her tail? And her
ears? Goku and Vegeta didn’t have tails
anymore. Would they cut off her tail
too? Oh, she felt tears beinept
ept
away by the liquid around her, and dug her teeth together as hard as her
sluggish jaws would allow. Was not
going to give into the blind panic. She
was stronger than that.<
Besides,
somebody had to have noticed she was gone.
Or Gohan was gone. Unless he
went back to them to capture more of them.
That
bastard.
She
hoped he died messily, hoped she could be there to see him die.
to someone, to Krillin or Goku and tell them that Gohan was a traitor.
remembered how she had been flattered that he was looking.
cross-breed and had been ridiculed his whole life.
Not
anymore, that was for certain!
But
every second here brought her closer and closer to Freiza.
wondered if she could drown in this stuff—but that was a no go, because her
hands were strapped down to the sides of the tank. She couldn’t move the mask without them.
Trunks.
He
would kill them for her. Kill
Gohan. Freiza.
he did. Kill. Murdered. Destroyed all
the races of the universe indiscriminately.
A monster. That’s what everyone
called him, a heartless beast that was drown in the darkness of his mixed
heritage and unworthy of the name of ‘Prince.’
Saiyans everywhere hated him, wanted him killed and they were all loyal
to Bardock.
And
Bardock put her here. Handed her to
Freiza, because he had sent her to him.
What
if they were never meant to escape?
She
couldn’t bear the thought of living her life the way she had seen those
others. Wanted to be free, but couldn’t
struggle, was helpless and prone, and she felt useless tears rising up, sobs
that would consume her because she couldn’t move, couldn’t hardly breath under
the sluggishly slow beather her heart.
And
as she lay there, in that liquid, with the smirking icejin looking at her, she
prayed that her heart would just stop.
That darkness would overcome her again and sweep her away on a cold
wind. Anything, any death but the one
that faced her.
~~~***
Goten
could count on no fingers just exactly how much he gave a shit about the great
Saiyan empire’s survival and its triumph over the icejins.
just going to run right up to Bardock and cut his head off.
nonetheless.
Still,re hre he was, surrounded by two full bloods—who were so pissed right now that it
was giving him a migraine the likes of which only his recent activities had
produced—a Juro—an annoying pimple of a moralistic bastard that reminded him of
the rest of the Juro who vengefully grinned when his skin broke open and
bled—and a couple of spiders. Trunks,
who was sharpening his sword with a whetstone—glaring at him because he had put
him to sleep when he did not want to be—and ignoring the way the full-bloods
were shifting around and growling in anger.
Just
as well. Trunks only concern was the
preservation of the royal bloodline, the end of Bardock and the continued good
fortune of the Empire. Right now, as he
sharpened that sword, he was fighting against his better instincts.
Prince Vegeta didn’t get kidnapped away from them again.
problems, because not only would it piss him off, it would leave him without
protection.
“When
exactly are we going to go?” Krillin asked—gave him an evil eye.
wasn’t their fault. Their Gods were
like that too.
“As
soon as the sword is sharp,” Trunks replied.
Chichi
grinned—she had the weirdest mind, it was like being wrapped up in ice and
suspended upside down as she prodded you with hot irons just to watch you
scream to be in that mind—“Some of us do not need blades to spill blood.”
Trunks
gave her a glare. It was strange how
angry he was at her, not because she was the walking representation of the race
that had kicked him out like he was a shame to them and then killed his mother
to prove that he was never wanted back, but because she was asking him to give
into that side of him that was darker than even the rest of the world
knew. He would restrain it, naturally,
because murderer or not, he was not what the world wanted him to be.
Goku
was burning up with anger, with rage and frustration and uncertainty.
this cat, but he could not make the trip without one of them to help, so he was
bound to their will. (And without that
ship’s influence on his mind continuously, he was finding parts of himself that
he had not thought existed. Freedom was
worth the fight to him, it seemed, because now he finally had freedom.)
Hey,
that was Trunks ‘talking’ inside his own mind, catching his attention, We’re
only going to make sure Vegeta doesn’t get taken again.
Right.
Trunks knew as well as he did that if it came right down to it, he would
help them in a second. Because it was
his nature to fight and to protect. “Of
course,” he said out loud. Startled the
quiet ones, and made them glare all the harder.
“Lets
go,” Trunks said. Slid the sword back
into the sheath and stalked outside.
Chichi floated after him, taking the time to watch him move with that
sort of calculated interest. Oh gods,
the spider-Princess was actedcted to Trunks.
(Not
that he was surprised, because Trunks was drop dead attractive and incredibly
gifted not only with his hands but also his mouth… And the rest of him wasn’t that bad either.
Still,
they did have a cat to be rescuing, and evil icejin’s house of whores to be
invading and a Prince to protect. Not
the time for lecherous little memories to pop up.
~~~***
He
was not going to take her. He
was not going to put his filthy maggoty hands on her and foul her the way he
had EVERYTHING ELSE. Freiza was not
going to get away with this one because Goku was not his father’s puppet
anymore. Vegeta told him, told him
about how the feeling, that need, had gone away, and the sheer fact that his
father had trapped him in that ship all those years… Had trapped him inside that little box of need and shame and told
him that he couldn’t ever go back, but he shouldn’t come to the Saiyan planet
either.
The
fact that he had sold the Prince to Freiza, the fact that he had essentially
done the same by sending Bulma to help him rescue the Prince.
going to let the bastard get away with it again. Freiza was not going to get away with it again.
were, he wouldeat eat them if it took his life to do it.
Bulma
was not going to be made into a mindless whore, she was not going to suffer
through what he had, what Vegeta had.
She was not falling victim to that.
Fuck Freiza if he thought he had a new jewel for his collection.
if he thought Goku was still the scrawny little boy he had been when he
left.
There
was a little voice in his mind, and he looked at the new half-breed that had
joined them, saw him nod at him as they stood out in the open.
kill you with a word.
weak anymore, he was stronger than that.
He wasn’t going to let that bastard win. Not now when it wasn’t about him anymore.
than willing to fight.
(No
wonder your father hates you so very much.)
Trunks
looked at them. “I’m taking you all
straight into the House. Be ready to be
attacked.”
“How
do you know where she is?” Krillin asked.
“Goten
found her. She’s not awake, which means
they haven’t hurt her.” He blinked,
turned his eyes cold black again, raised his hands—Chichi did the same on the
side opposite them—and the webs spun around them, tightened and grew too cold
to bear as the world went black and purple all around them.
Then
it exploded in a beautiful orange color, and his feet touched unfamiliar stone.
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Hudine
has had a Website! It’s a cute little
baby. And if you could find it in your
little DBZ loving hearts to check it out and help it grow; itld bld be very
much appreciated. Remember, it’s just a
wee little thing, only a few days old.
Gk: *bites
fingernails and whimpers at tension *
Vegeta:
Oi. That’s being just
overdramatic
Trunks:
*sigh * This story is really
lacking in the sex department.
Goten: I say
you go screw the spider lady and let me watch!
Chichi: This
seems like a good plan.
Krillin:
*hides face *
Trunks:
*glares at Goten * Maybe I’ll
screw her and NOT let you WATCH.
Goten: I
could just sneak into your mind and watch anyway.
&s]>
Ginia:
Hm.
thing thus far, so one more wouldn’t matter.
*shrugs * don’t know for sure
though.
Hudine:
I
put your website link on this and and MoP
Ah, thanks for the offer, but I have a hard enough time remembering to
take care of my Yahoo e-mail. I did go
to the website (briefly) but I didn’t have very much time to look at it.
Hopefully people will go.
*glares at people who don’t go *
And it’ll grow-up into a big website.
;)
Its
probably a good thing you don’t want to feed these spiders to your fish, they
might…you know…eat the fish instead of the other way around.
Jaygoose:
You
don’t have to hide behind the couch. I
can’t really say anything about long stories.
*cough * And I love the story as
it is, so I’ll be happy with any writing you’ve got. (As long as it doesn’t kill one of my favorite characters. )
And
‘the highlight of you day’ wow. Never
been a highlight before. Thanks.
Setharo07:
I
was just wondering what happened to you!
*sheepishly she points out that she wrote five stories at once before
* I’m one of those ‘short to no
attention span’ people, so I have to read four or five things at once, and
write and wash dishes and watch a movie (all at the same time) or I’ll get
bored and not pay attention.
Macha:
Yep,
now that Goten’s here, lots and lots more questions will be answered (more will
come up of course) so… Yeah!
I don’t think Chichi is going to give up on Trunks until she gets what she
wants. *shrug *
Elysium:
*drops
out of chair * That’s the second
marriage proposal (or demand) in three days.
Damn. If only I had known that
fic-writing was the way to marry someone.
Mechanical butterfly:
That’s
a great point you made about ‘they give you the choice to die and…’
Yeah,
Goten’s odd. Sometimes he’s all like ‘I
love you, I want to make you feel better’ and then he can be like *muffled
noises * "> Darnit!
Hn.
story (despite the fact that not many seem to like him) he’s got to hold onto
his beliefs in the face of everyone telling him to let go of them.
Freaky?
Its just Goten’s mind never sleeps.
His body does, but his mind doesn’t.
Too much power.
Onto FREIZA!
&s]>