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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Goku
knew the way to the intake room as well as he knew the way around the ship that
he had been trapped on for ten years.
Knew it because more often than not, during his stay here, he had been
the one sent to clean up the new acquisitions.
Saw them when they were freshly tortured or freshly implanted with the
device and just realizing what they were going to be doing.
days because you remembered what you were—really were—and you knew that
you were going to lose yourself.
Punched the new pleasure button yourself and killef thf the parts of you
that you wanted to keep. Those were the
very worst of days.
He
slid through the hallways, pushed past the few guests that stuck their heads
out of the rooms. Didn’t give a shit
what they saw when they looked at him.
Came to a ‘wall.’ It was a
façade to cover the door to the intake room, and while there was a way to open
it without violence, Goku kicked it until it caved. Felt a satisfaction as he watched it bend inward and
crumble.
Stepped
over that rubble and into the room, where there was one regeneration tank—one
of the moveable ones—and it was buzzing away.
Bulma was inside of it; that much he knew before he crossed the room and
looked through the glass top and sar eyr eyes opening and looking up at
him. Heard the heart mor por pick up
pace, and he looked at the locks. There
had to be six of them at least—way too many for him to figure out.
“You
know,” came that high-pitched voice, lined with filthy and depravity, “I
thought you were very brave to come back…”
He
turned and saw Freiza standing there, smirking to himself with that disgusting
look in his eyes. That look he always
had when he looked at something he was particularly fond of.
“I
would never have thought your little shadow would return home…
you? Hiding your pretty skin underneath
that dye? And your eyes.
thought of that when I had you here.
Green eyes are so rare in our worlds, aren’t they?
you then…” A pleased shiver for the
maggot. “Tell me, Kakarot, did your
Daddy ever tell you that he gave you to me?”
'> That
broke it. Because when Vegeta told him
about Bardock’s little trade, he had wondered then—and still wondered now—if he
had been traded for something too. Had
feared the answer as much as he needed it.
Because part of him wanted so desperately to believe his father would
not do that to him, that he had not been the one to hand his son to
Freiza. And here stood the maggot
himself, with that little smirk, telling him that ‘yes you too were a bartered
good.’
He
felt the power in his chest, felt it spread out like liquid fire, and as he
breathed out a puff of breath in the suddenly frigid room, he felt the
fire-like power explode. It burst
around him like flames and rose from his skin as his hair bleached and stood on
end and he SCREAMED. “Do you still love your Daddy
now?”
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> Goku
picked up one of the tables that had been used to strap down countless victims
for the torture, tossed it at the fucking icejin and then turned, ripped the
locks off the tank and shoved it open, felt the liquid pouring out because it
hadn’t drained, and grabbed the mask off Bulma’s face as she started to gasp
for breath. Ripped her hands and legs
free of the cuffs that tied her down.
“You
will pay for that,” came the dark purr from behind him.
He
picked Bulma up, turned, saw that the table and broke open the skin of Freiza’s
perfect white face and he was bleeding.
“Funny,” he snapped, “I was going to say the very same thing.
turned, felt his power level drop back to normal and stepped back through the
rubble, felt Freiza try to follow him.
Saw
Goten standing in the hallway, holding out one hand with two fingers upright,
saw the lash marks forming over his knuckles as he held Freiza back.
knocked back, he gave Goku a very weak smile and limped next to him all the way
back to the massacre in the foyer.
~~~***
Chichi
stood at the edge of the cave, looked out into the dark with her blind
eyes. Had not spoke a word since they
returned, other than to touch her fingers to Bulma’s forehead and say: “Welcome
home, Kitten.” Then she drifted to the
doorway where she had remained for the past forty minutes.
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> Goten
was panting while his back—which was a crisscrossed mess of lashes—was being
washed clean by Trunks. The two of them
were exhausted. The sluggish movements
made them seem like badly coordinated puppets, and their eyes were ringed with
black. The ex of of their powers
appeared to have been reached, because they were barely even alive at this
point.
And
Goku was sitting on the floor with Bulma in his lap, quietly holding her as she
blinked and tried to regain her sense of what was real.
on her arm just below the elbow where she had tried to dig out the vein.
into coherency and she looked at Goten.
“Sorry,” she said sleepily, “I don’t remember who you are.”
“Goten,”
he said. Gave her a tired wave with his
un-lashed hand.
She
nodded. “What happened to you?”
“The
Juro Gods happened to me, dear,” he said.
Must have sensed the question in her mind, because he sighed a little
and said: “Because I share their blood that puts me under their dominion.
of their holy children—you might not have a clue about it, but there were two
twins of Devlin who were blessed by the Gods themselves who descended to kiss
their pretty little foreheads. Well the
second twin had a daughter and that girl was on the Juro Moon away station when
my father caught her and raped her.
Now, she’s a holy one, so naturally the Gods decided that someone needed
to be punished. Everyone else involved
is dead—that’s a story for a different night—and thusly I am the only one left
to punish. Whenever I use my powers
they inform me just how much I should be dead.”
Bulma
blinked again, had tears in her eyes.
“That’s horrible,” she whispered, “I’m so sorry.”
Goten
gave her a little grin in response.
“You should be sleeping, you’ve got to get your strength back.”
She
nodded at him, and he wiped her mind clear of thought, let her drift into a
natural sleep and she went completely lax against Goku.
upstairs, but Chichi returned, stopped him by saying. “Please leave her here.
I’ll make her a web, it will only take a few moments.”
in one of the more rounded corners and set about weaving a rather large web,
reinforced it twice, and then when she was satisfied, crawled away from it.
“Don’t
worry about me, Princess,” Goten said, “I’m going to put on a lot of clothes
and take over Trunks’ web.”
Vegeta
snorted. “Tomorrow we decide who we
fight and how.” Then he started up the
stairs, felt Goten’s hand in his mind, and turned, looked at the blackened eyes
of the mix-breed. Looked at his stained
mouth, thought of what he said about how those fucking Gods tortured him for
using the powers that were rightfully his, didn’t pity him, but admired that
strength deeply. Vowed within his own mind
to one day find a way to release Goten from the Juro Gods’ wrath.
(Thanks.)
Was the little voice in his mind.
Then
there was silence, a deep silence as they tucked themselves into their own
private corners, as Goku followed him up the stairs, and stood there, waited
while Trunks gathered up Goten’s clothes and told them to sleep well.
where Goku looked at him intently, where he burned and shook with the same sort
of strange emotion that had gripped Vegeta.
Because they weren’t afraid of Freiza’s little house, they had gone, had
stood and seen Trunks work his ‘beautiful symphony’ of death.
stood.
Themselves.
Still
free.
But
there was that strangeness, the heaviness of their limbs, and Vegeta felt the
anger in his own chest that rolled off Goku.
How dare that maggot bastard make them feel anything.
was done. He looked at Goku, watched
him, stared at him, waited for him to move forward and when he didn’t, Vegeta
moved first.
Didn’t
break that deep silence as he met Goku’s anger with his own.
same way Goku sought him, wrapped him up in his arms and kissed him.
knew the horror could. And the silence
burned all around them, the wounded and the powerful hid downstairs because
they had se hor horror that they could not understand, and up here, where he
tore at Goku’s clothes and felt his own being shed, the nightmare had never
died.
It
was still real, because Frieza was still real.
That house was still real. It
could happen again. Tomorrow, the next
day, they could wake up and find themselves on that fucking table in the
fucking lobby, riding the invisible wave, covered in oil and collars, begging
for the debauchery to come to them.
Tomorrow
that could be real again.
Tonight,
Goku pulled him down and opened himself up, accepted him and kissed him until
their mouths bruised. Begged him for
the release from that nightmare just the same as Vegeta worked to free them
from it.
Soon.
Soon
Freiza would be dead.
Bardock’s
head would be displayed for the whole of the Saiyan empire to see.
that burned in him. How could the King
not have seen? How could he not have
sought out his son? He would take the
throne when his father died, and the Saiyan empire would rule all the universe.
And
all that time, he would understand that the nightmare would never die.
down his back, the silence tore through them, hurt and ached.
That
was the nature of the nightmare.
It
never terrified you.
It
just never died.
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o:p>
Gk: *sobs *
Vegeta: Oh,
that’s attractive.
Gk: *more
sobs *
Vegeta:
Dammit! I’m going to go find
someone less sobby.
Gk: *sobs
turn into sniffles * But…’Geta…I wanna…be
on top for once!!!!!
Vegeta:
*throws stack of other stories at Goku’s head *
READ THOSE!
Gk: *happily
reads *