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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Nobody
ate. Nobody even looked at the fire
pit, just stood in front of the cave, watched Goku as Trunks wrapped strips of
fabric around his fists—to protect his hands—and Chichi as she frowned and
hissed. Goten was curled up against the
outside of the cave, head buried his arms.
He didn’t look strong enough to stand, much less to go with them and
protect them from Freiza should Goku’s power prove to be not enough.
Not
that for a second Krillin thought it wouldn’t.
He looked at Goku, felt his mind, felt the change in it, the real
freedom that flowed through it now, and realized as he often did, that he had
been wrong. Wanted to be able to tell
Goten that, but couldn’t. Because he
was a Prince, and like or not, Princes were the one of their kind that had to
uphold the laws of their world whether they wanted to or not.
and they were more often than he liked to admit, cruel to their own kind.
and you would live in shame for knowing that sin was committed.
made it difficult. But he was one, had
stood at his coronation and accepted the will of the Gods, the laws of their
world and vowed to uphold them.
Today,
he upheld the law of blood for blood.
Goku would go today and destroy Freiza, and Krillin hoped like hell that
he made it hurt. Hoped he made it hurt
the maggoty bastard so badly that Freiza felt it long after he was dead.
they made him burn in hell for what he had done. But there weren’t. The
Icejins never believed in the divine.
The spiders didn’t either, but as Chichi had once told him, they did not
need to believe in gods because they were their own deities.
Soon,
he would face Bardock, enslaver of Juro, and he would call down the Juro Gods
to free the minds that Bardock held, to rip away whatever protections the
asshole had taken from the unthinking of his kind that lived in their pit of
hell. That is what he would do for
them, because he was the only one that could.
As a Prince it was in his power, and only that power could take away the
Juro’s control over Bardock’s mind.
today, he looked at Goku, remembered the years he had opened up the mind to
torture, and wished him all the luck to kill the man who had profited from Goku’s
pain.
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Chichi
wrapped her fingers around Goten’s hand, and touched Goku’s arm with just her
fingertips. Gave him a toothy grin and
said: “Your skin burns too bright for my own to touch too long.”
sucked themoppeopped them in the destroyed lobby of the House, stood with Goten
as he bled and panted, held up the small half-breed and pointed forward.
It knows what you have come to do, and it waits for you.”
Goku
clenched his fists and turned around, felt fury and pain inside of him, felt
Goten’s fingers on his mind, picking apart things that he felt were
infectious. Didn’t hear what they were,
but felt the emotions they should have brought out. The anger, the sheer anger that moved through him and gave him
power that surpassed even that his father had trained him to.
downward, into a beam of light, and then screamed something—or nothing—and let
it tear through the building, gut open what was left until there was nothing
but rubble and dirt around him.
city stopped and screamed. He knew they
would.
They
would come and watch.
Freiza
turned and looked at him. Freshly
scarred face impassive, as it stepped forward through the rubble that had once
been its most prized establishment. “It
is so nice when my pretties come home to me.”
“I’ve
come here to kill you.”
A
smirk, a few more steps toward him, and an amused swish of its long tail.
Yeah,
you arrogant fuck, I have. It doesn’t
matter now what you think of me, because I know what you really are.
You’re my father’s little stooge, as much a part of his plan as I was,
and just as expendable as everyone else he uses. And it just pisses you off, doesn’t it Freiza?
Then he braced himself, looked at the idiot icejin, and felt Goten’s
fingers slip out of his mind.
“You
can try,” Freiza replied. Shrugged out
of the robe, which left him standing there in his disgusting white glory,
grinning, and he brought his hand up, pointed just one finger and let lose a beam
of light that was meant to hurt.
Goku
caught it in his hand. Tossed it aside
like a piece of trash. “Try again.”
and today. Something important that
made this fight simple to win. Something
that Goten had done inside his mind, had undone something and Goku had felt it
as it crushed out of existence, looked at Vegeta intently when he felt that
thing inside of him die and it had amazed him to realize that he had never
known freedom before that moment.
Had
it now, and was more than happy to shove that freedom back in the face of the
fucks that had taken it from him.
Freiza who held him down and Bardock who sold him, hated him and wanted
him to spend his life with that burn on his skin and the need to touch and
please. To spend his life hiding in
shame of a past that was not his fault.
Fuck
him too.
Freiza
growled, raised another finger, gathered up more energy and tossed it like a
ball at him. Like it would hurt.
Moron.
He
knocked it away, tossed it toward’s the maggot’s personal home and watched it
destroy the mansion. Heard the squeal
and scream of the things that lived in that house as they died under that power—Freiza’s
own power—and he cracked that fucking cheeky grin again, gave Freiza a bored
expression. “One more time.”
Felt
the air around him get deadly cold, breathed out and glowed in the dusky
coolness, felt power on his skin as heat and loved it.
out and take this whole sick world with him.
But that was soon, not now. As soon
as Vegeta was on his throne, they would destroy the icejins.
roamed around with cruelty in their eyes and depravity in their chests.
would all die. That much was
certain. Nobody that raped and
kidnapped would be allowed to live as long as the Saiyans were around.
these maggoty fucks for too long.
Frieza
looked annoyed. Charged forward,
brought his tail around like he was going to hit Goku with it, and he grabbed
the stupid thing, brought his hand down t ant and felt the bones crack.
“Too
bad,” he said, “That was your last chance.”
Brought his hand up, right before the idiot’s face, remembered when that
face had kept him awake at night, in his bed as a child worried that it would
come back. That it would take him all
over again. Remembered what it felt
like to go through the hormones of puberty and worry that the drug was back in
his system, that the evil had snuck in without his realizing it and had taken
him again. Remembered it, felt the pain
of that memory and shoved it all down into the blast that sent Freiza flying
backwards. Knocked him back the whole
length of the house, and into the trees that had long stood behind it.
hair stand up straight, felt it bleach out, and screamed.
Yelled.
Warned
all the idiots that gathered to watch their precious Freiza die that he was
going to win.
He
remembered getting on that transport when he was a child.
giving him a smile, a secretive smile.
Hell, he remembered Vegeta—who had been five years old and didn’t like
him at all—remembered that his father had always been with the Prince, had
always been trying to teach him. Hadn’t
liked the Prince for taking his father.
But that day, as Bardock put him on the transport, his father had hugged
him and told him that he loved him.
Asshole
lying son of a diseased whore-bitch.
His father never loved him.
Freiza
came back. Hissing with power.
but no words came out. He grabbed his
head with his hands and clawed at his scalp.
Goku turned, saw Goten sitting next to Chichi, glowing with blue energy,
the six little marks on his head were bleeding and he was barely breathing as
he stared intently at the monster.
Whatever
those words were, Freiza would never be able to say them.
kill him.”
“Don’t
mind the little one,” Chichi whispered, “It keeps the false truth from passing
into the air. No good comes of what
that animal would say. Kill it in agony
and wash yourself clean in its blood.”
“Whatever
it wants to say,” Goku snapped, “Let him say it.” Then he turned at looked at Freiza, saw the grin come back to his
face, the cruel grin, and he almost regretted whatever those words were going
to be. Not because he was afraid they
would be the truth, but because he would end up killing Freiza before he wanted
to.
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About
60 words shy of the count. *sigh *
Tomorrow’s another day! Yeah!
Gk: YES!
Chichi:
*yawn * Trunks would have killed
it by now.
Vegeta:
Which is why Goku is the one there.
Goku:
Yeah! Vegeta loves me!
Krillin:
That’s not what he said.
Gk: You have
to learn to read between the lines, Krillin.
Vegeta: Oi.
Goku: See,
he says that he agrees with me and that I’m a genius. And that he loves me!
Trunks: I
never realized that you were so wordy.
Vegeta:
*shrug *
Gk: That
means that he wouldn’t want to classify himself as ‘wordy’ so much as
effusive. He just likes to talk about
how much he loves me all the time. Why,
just the other day…
Vegeta:
*walks away. *
Trunks: What
does that mean?
Goku: It’s
time to have sex.
*drags tired self up to key board and glares at
screen * *drool *
Need to go write tomorrow’s chapters.
So like the bad person I am, I am skipping the responses.
read tomorrow, I must go now.