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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Freiza
got back to its ugly white feet one more time, spit blood onto the ground and
stared at its own blackened hands, at the dirt on its body and the
bruises. Licked its ugly lips and
tasted blood there—its blood—and realized as it stared at Goku that it really
was going to die. Because like Goten
had said before, he had never seen a Saiyan in its true glory of rage
before. He was seeing it now, seeing
Goku getting insanely stronger with every single word that was said, with every
punch that was thrown and kick that was landed, and soon, that power would
surpass the ability to contain it, and Freiza would be dead.
Goku
didn’t care. Looked at Freiza as it
crawled back to its feet and smirked. Wanted
it dead, smashed into little pieces and in pain. Wanted to kill it in such a way that nothing like it could ever
come back. Moved forward, and attacked,
felt the sluggish blocks, felt the wince and the pain of the thing and pounded
it with his fists. Felt every memory
rise in.
Remembered
how it felt to feel his tail g rig ripped off, remembered crying, rememebered
bleeding, remembered that fucking thing in his thigh that allowed him to
forget. Forget you had a tail, forget
you had a life, forget everything but the way skin feels against yours and the
fucks that come to you and ask for your body.
Give it all away because it feels better that way, when your legs are
spread around them and their rubbing thlacelace on your thigh so nicely that
you would have died to have them keep doing it.
Remembered
the filth of the worlds seeking out him, wrapping their hands up in the leash
that dangled from his neck and tugging him along like a dog.
pressed that down, forced out. Shoved
the memories into Freiza through the ritual of pain. Screamed, felt tears that burned off his skin and his knuckles bleed,
and that thing that was in the fucking ship, that thing that repeated it
endlessly.
Pretty
isn’t he?
Pretty
when he cries.
Make
him bleed.
Fuck
you too, Bardock, he thought as he shoved Freiza down to its knees, kicked it,
knocked it down, then bent, wrapped his hands around that thick tail, hauled it
back up and smashed its ugly white body into the ground on either side of him
until the floors of the building were dusty and crumbling, then dropped it.
Watched
the maggot squirm, watched it turn onto its back and spit more blood from its
mouth. Shivered as he remembered what
it had felt like to have that things hands on his skin.
how it had torn away his freedom, and held him down with his own weakness for
countless years.
“You,”
it said through the blood in its throat, “Were always my favorite.”
Fuck
you, He thought, but didn’t say it. Didn’t
have to as he moved forward, raised his fist and smashed it down, fell down to
his knees as he drove the whole weight of his power in his fist, shoved it
down, through his body felt the cracking of skin and bone and smashed the thing
from the inside out with the extent of his power.
Then
pulled back, looked at the massacre of the nightmare. Looked at the price of freedom like the blood on his body, and
finally turned, saw all the pretty icejin spectators watching.
drifted to him, to the mess of flesh that had once been something.
She
knelt next to it, and wrapped her fingers around the head, pulled it away from
the rest of the crushed body. “The head
s tos to the Prince. It is the custom of
our people.” Then she wrapped it up in
clothe and pointed toward Goten. “Let
us leave now. Unless you want its
heart.”
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> No.
He
crossed the ruined lobby, and picked Goten up, saw the foggy eyes of the
mind-reader, his bleeding face and then there was a slight grin, and he felt
the voice in his mind. (Its last
thought was of Vegeta,) a pause (There was never a choice, Goku.
Vegeta
blocked another attack, felt the anger in his chest that wouldn’t go away, the
fear was there too. Fear that it was
not him to strike Freiza down, it wasn’t him to take the revenge for himself,
but Goku.
nightmare and he would never know for sure that it was gone.
destroying it, it would never die for him.
He would remain weak forever because he was never going to bee fre from
that fear.
Blocked
his brother again, felt his body shaking in exhaustion and ignored it.
his strength out of Freiza’s broken hide he would force it out of his own
body. Make it return to him.
he would have, and the knowledge that Bardock had given him.
fighter. He was unmatched in the Saiyan
empire when Vegeta was a child, and for that reason, Bardock had once been his
teacher.
Not
that he cared to remember the asshole that way.
That
was a loss of freedom too. To feel his
mind sliding back, remembering when Bardock had not been evil, remembering the
lectures on decency, the lectures against tyranny and the way he had never
gotten away with any cruelty as long as Bardock was around.
Bardock’s
name would come to mean cruelty.
That
man, that thing that had sold Vegeta to Freiza had been the same man that had
trained him as a child, that had taught him right and wrong and made him
promise on the blood in his veins that he would never be a tyrant.
That
he would never be like Freiza.
Whatever.
and Vegeta couldn’t take it so he handed it over to the one that could.
there to see the maggot squirm, to see how it realized it was going to
die. To see its face when the deathblow
was struck.
“Wait,”
Trunks said. Stopped, turned back to
look at the cave, and moved. Stepped
forward, toward the black spots that appeared in front of the cave, stood there
as the returning victorious appeared, all of them but the spider covered in
blood. Kakarot drenched and dripping
it, and the little mind-reader turned red by it. Trunks took him and with a glance at them and a “Don’t leave the
cave until I get back,” he was gone.
1'> The
bitch princess walked over to him, held the edge of the heavy, dripping clothe
in her hand and then uncurled her hand, let the contents roll out—Freiza’s head—and
tilted her head to one side. “Forgive
me if I offend, but my people bring the head of the defeated to their
Prince. You may do with it what you
wish.” Then she turned and drifted
away.
Freiza’s
head stayed there, in the dirt, face frozen in horror, and Vegeta smirked at
it, looked up at Goku and saw him burning with power still, felt a strange
jealousy—strange because it was overtaken by pride and desire—and he kicked
that fuck’s head, sent it flying upward, raised his hand and shot blasts of ki
after it. Didn’t destroy it, just
burned it, seared it until it was only just recognizable.
wrapped in.
“We’ll
take it back to Bardock,” Vegeta said.
Tied it shut. “And when he’s
dead, we’ll put their heads on the palace stairs.”
Goku
smirked too, pulled his shirt off, tossed it in the fire pit.
~~~***
Goten
felt the distortion of reality. Ran his
hands over his body and found that it wasn’t his. It was strange, smooth skinned and almost reptilian.
someone next to him, and when his hands touched it, the skin was hot to the
touch, roughened by age and battling, and it was then he forced his eyes
open.
Saw
blue eyes in the wrong face, and pushed this body that wasn’t his up.
asked. Heard his voice, heard the
femininity of it, and the pitch of the monsters. Of the icejins. Looked
down at his body and saw the strangeness of it. The shape of a Saiyan and the flesh of an icejin.
“Considering,”
Trunks said from that body that wasn’t his, “That I’m Radditz.
from murdering rapist.”
“Hn.
He laid back down. “Wonder why.”
“Fucking
Juro sympathies, doubtlessly,” Trunks replied.
And then the door to this room slid open and a child ran in, clutching a
frog. He jumped on the bed and hopped
there breathlessly.
“Look
father!” the child said, “Look mother.”
Held out the frog like it was a prize, and wagged his little tail behind
him. That excited little critter was
Gohan, as a child, a terribly young one.
Adorable and innocent, and it was just like the Juro Gods to force his
mind back to this, to make him see what he had helped to kill when he destroyed
Gohan’s mind.
Radditz
reached out, wrapped his hand around the frog and tightened his fist until it
exploded. Laughed when his son
screeched and started to sob, and this body that Goten was stuck in—he couldn’t
figure out her name, other than ‘bitch’—moved her tail, and struck the child,
knocked him down from the bed and onto the floor. Hissed out disapproval and disappointment.
hand at the child and threw bits of the dead frog on the little cringing form.
“Are
we supposed to say ‘Poor kid’ now?”
Goten
nodded. “Poor little dear.”
And
as simply as that, the forced dream ended, and he was sucked straight back into
his body, found himself lying in water, with Trunks holding his head above the
surface, just enough that he could breath while the river washed away the blood
and his body ached with the lashes, with pai pain of their healing, and he
struggled to gain control of his own powers before he could get sucked back
into another ‘pity me’ dreapan pan style="mso-spacerun: yes">
Wrapped
his hand around Trunks’ arm and pulled himself back up.
wind and shivered.
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MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!
and surpassed the count!
MWHAHAHAHA!
Goten:
Yeah! Sex!
Trunks:
*looks over chapter * Uh…there
was no sex there.
Goten: Look
dude, Vegeta has ‘desire’ for Goku. We’re
most likely naked and in a stream and…well…we just killed someone.
Trunks: You
find killing to be an aphrodisac?
Goten: I
find adrenaline to be.
Trunks: Oi.
Goku: Look
buddy, Vegeta’s brother or not, if you dispute lemons anymore I’ll kill you.
Vegeta: I’ll
help.
Goten:
Seee?! SEX!
Jaygoose:
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> Lol.
I have noticed that when Goku gets to fighting it generally takes a few
episodes to get somewhere. (And seeing
how I previously was not a Vegeta fan, I can’t say that I’ve watched too many
of his fights.) Glad to hear you like
the story.
Ferret:
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> *whistles
*
Er…um…
*kicks plot *
Macha:
Its
okay, I thought it was a great cheer. ;)
Gotta go write Saiyan Enlightenment FamiFamily
Therapy now.