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): (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 tand 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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Trunks
was used to Goten’s presence in his mind.
It had been months—nearly a year, maybe longer—since the last time he
fel felt Goten settling in his mind and making himself comfortable.
melding back into Goten. It was
distracting—during this stage—especially since he was trying to transport four
adult bodies across a distance that was either going to sap him right out of
all of his energy or going to destroy his ability to control his two
halves. (And while Saiyans thought they
were pretty barbaric, they had nothing on the lethality of the spiders.)
(OH
SHIT!) Goten screamed in his mind, mentally cringed.
Inadvertent detour.) And
there was a touch of panic, the sense of vertigo; Goten’s mind broke open and bled into his and all the whimpering
voices of dozens of creatures blasted into his mind. He would have slapped his hands over his ears but his arms had to
stay out at his sides or he would ‘drop’ everyone. So he felt the destination change, felt Chichi’s little annoyed
shift as well—she was bearing half the burden this time, what a dear.
(Sorry,)
Goten whispered into his mind, and tried to catch his ‘mental’ breath.
When
the orange died out, they were standing in the middle of a crowd of icejin
families, with a bunch of kids tugging on their parent’s arms and pointing into
cages. Jumping up and down and
chattering away in their own language—one that Trunks had never bothered to
learn and wasn’t about to lower himself to.
“Where
the fuck are we?” Vegeta demanded.
(King
Cold’s Zoo.)
“A
zoo,” Trunks said, looked around, into the cages, and saw people.
Juro all of them, cringing back away from the bars and the plate glass cages as
the icejin kids tossed rocks at them and banged on the glass.
in pairs and one or two with a child.
He looked at it and felt higer,ger, felt the spider in him rising.
falling.
“Why’d
you bring us here?” Krillin asked sadly.
“Fucking
Juro instincts,” Goten said, looked at the cut that ran across his
knuckles. Then pointed up, to a rise in
the city. Where a half-destroyed house
was. “That is where we need to be.”
“We
can’t just leave them here,” Krillin said.
“Chose
your fight wisely, little one,” Chichi said as she brushed past him.
them captured?”
“We’re
here to save Bulma,” Goku said, “She’s the first priority.”
Trunks
saw the icejins turn, saw them finally noticed their little group and they
smiled in pleasant shock and humor. The
kids picked up their rocks and moved to toss them, but Goten raised two fingers
and with one mental sigh, struck the whole zoo full of icejin spectators
dead. “Oh fuck,” he said as he fell to
his knees, blood spouted out of his mouth and he grabbed his sides as the back
of his shirt blossomed out red.
“Idiot,”
Trunks remarked, grabbed him around the arm—where he wasn’t touching skin, just
shirt—and hauled him back to his feet.
Held him while the others made their way to the exit, held him while he
forced his body to heal over the wounds.
Until he was steady on his feet.
“That was stupid.”
“They
deserved it.”
“Come
on.” He moved after his brother, didn’t
have to run to catch up with them because the only one in the group that was
really moving with any speed was Goku, and Trunks had the feeling that he would
not be needed to protect that one. He
wore ore determined than even his father had ever been.
(Bardock
hates him you know. Hates his son with
every single fiber in his body. And heves ves him just that same way.)
Who
cared? The fucker was still going to
die.
~~~***
The
door was still attached—which was a shock—but the left half of the building—the
room where Vegeta was ‘freed’ was not.
Goku shoved open the doors, stepped inside and Vegeta followed him, stood
there on the threshold and saw the guards move forward, saw them converging
because Freiza had undoubtedly felt their arrival and the little half-breed’s
stunt. Trunks moved past them, slipped
between them and stood there.
Goten
stood next to Kakarot for a moment, just stood and bled, then said: “She’s in
the intake room. You know where that
is, I assume?”
“Yeah,
I know where it is,” Goku replied, then he turned and left.
stood in their way—had moved too fast to be seen, and grinned at them with her
blank-eyed star the they tried to figure out where she had come from.
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> “The
blood of your kind is foul to taste,” she said, “But it pours out like
music.” Then she reached out, grabbed
one by the throat and clenched her fingers, drove spikes of frigid web through
its neck and yanked back, sprayed the floor with the blood and grinned.
Vegeta
grinned. Realized that between the
mindreading telekinetic, the bitch Princess and his brother he was not going to
be ‘allowed’ to go anywhere. Hated the
feeling of uselessness as he stood there and waited for Goku to reappear
bearing Freiza’s newest acquisition.
But he could not fight, had not fought for years.
in his being to remedy as soon as they got back to the shit-ball planet.
“You
might want to take a step back,” Goten said to him and Krillin.
Vegeta
stepped back obligingly, but only because Trunks had pulled the sword and
shrugged the sheath off his back to the floor behind him.
started to tear out of his back, and the whole room started to freeze, the
floor first, and it cracked open, then the base of the walls, and there was a
dark chuckle as more gs ras ran in.
He
raised the sword, and a huge black head emerged from his back, then two legs,
and it was a fucking spider erupting from his back, li pit pitch-black shadow,
burst out of him as his skin bleached out beyond pale and he charged forward,
struck at the guards with the sword, hacked into them—hacked, because as soon
as his sword touched their flesh they froze on the outside, and he broke
through it, splintered them apart, and then swung his sword again, still bearing
shards of the first enemy.
The
spider curled its back legs around him, exposed its long back with the flashes
of orange on its body, struck at the guards on the outer fringes with its legs,
froze them solid.
Chichi
drifted back over to him, cocked her head to one side and closed her eyes.
us. Hear them screaming and their filth
as he destroys them? The art of the
kill. It is something of beauty.”
“It’s
disgusting,” Krillin muttered.
“Its
what there is in this world,” Goten countered, “Here you die or you kill.”
“He
makes us so proud,” Chichi said to him, opened her eyes just a little, and
looked at him, appraised him. “What of
your kind, are you proud of this child your blood has made?”
He
looked back at Trunks, saw him strike the sword against the frozen ground to
get the spikes of frozen blood and flesh off, then he rose it again and it
shimmered in the icy air, seemed almost like it hummed, and he felt pride.
Definitely pride that he was related to this, not fear and not
disgust. These things here had stood by
and guarded this establishment of slavery and debauchery for too long.
humiliation and he was more than happy to see them die.
“Good,”
she whispered, “Burn with pride for him.”
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mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> Chichi
called it a ‘beautiful symphony’ and he called it a massacre.
deserved justice, but the way they were dying, the final scream the uttered
just before the blade cut into them and froze them straight through, the spray
of frozen shards…
That
was not a symphony. There was nothing
here that could match Trunks in power, nothing that stood a chance against him
as that spider loomed over him and hissed in the cold air, drew the symbols of
death on its back in the language of the Saiyan and the Spider, and doom.
Doom
for all those that faced the murderer.
Doom for all those that stood on his side and aligned themselves with
him. Because while nothing would ever
touch them, while nothing would make it past the incredibly fury and awesome
power, nobody that touched him could ever consider itself clean.
breathing in the frozen air, the same air that had turned pink with the blood
of the fallen icejin, and he shivered in disgust at it.
Prayed
for forgiveness for his transgressions so hard that he felt his forehead
throb. Thought of what the other one
had done, how casually he had raised his hand and how quickly he had struck
them dead with his mind. As simple as a
sigh and everything in that zoo that was there to ‘visit’ was dead.
The
bodies from this rescue mission, when stacked and counted, would dwarf the
numbers of Saiyans dead or kidnapped at the hands of the icejins, of that he
was sure.
(Do
you suggest we fight the war by allowing our enemies to live?)
He
didn’t know. Didn’t care, just wanted
to be away from this awful display of useless violence, away from the spider
that bore the signs of the forsaken, of the killer, of that which was not
handed a destiny but to be outcast and hated.
Found himself sympathizing, found himself wishing life might have been
different for Trunks, and the spider loomed, hissed.
The
sword gleamed in its gory glory and hummed through air air as it was once more
brought down to end the life of the cringing victim. Krillin closed his eyes, blocked out the viciousness, blocked out
all that which he could not prevent, and the feeling in his chest that should
he be given the choice, he was not sure he would have prevented it.
(Goku’s
got the girl. We’re leaving as soon as
his shiny ass gets back here.)
Shiny?
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Vegeta:
shiny ass?
Gk: Who
waxed my ass? *is turning in constant
circle trying to see his own shiny bottom *
Goten: I
pledge on my honor as an honorless murderer that it was not me.
Gk: SHI-NE!
Crowd:
*blink *
Strange redheaded florist with Katana (AKA Abyssinian Aka
Aya Fujimiya Aka Ran): You know.
a catch phrase! You…*sob* didn’t *sob *
have to *sob * take it from
meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!~
Vegeta: It’s
best just to ignore them right?
Chichi: This
is the wisest wisdom.
Bulma: I
like him. *glomps redhead *
Chichi: Has
anyone else noticed that both Trunks and Goku are missing?
Vegeta:
WHAT?! GOKU!
Webtester 01:
Lol.
everyone one else) and their question for ‘freedom.’
Jaygoose:
Wow.
I never made anyone giddy before.
(that’s a lie.) Okay, I never
made anyone giddy with a story before.
Mechanical Butterfly:
*sigh
* Yeah, I feel pretty damn bad for
Bulma, but at the same time, I’m happy her suicide attempt didn’t work out,
because now she gets to stay in the story.
Still, to not know, and to be trapped there after you were willing to
die to es it. it. That’s got to be hell
on the mind and nerves.
It
would man inn interesting game.
Huh. *walks off to ponder this.
*
Elysium”
Oh,
please don’t explode. It’s messy.
Macha:
Goten
does get himself into some interesting scraps.
Yes, Chichi is after Trunks’ very cool, powerful little self.
either. Just saying it makes me sort of
cringe.)
Hudine:
Welcome.
Unfortunately
you’re going to have to wait to see Bardock die. It doesn’t happen yet.
But lots of stuff happens along the way! *grin like an idiot *