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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It
was getting ridiculous. She was more
than capable of standing up and moving around, and every time she so much as
stretched, Chichi was there, hovering around her, glowering just to prove that
she would not allow Bulma to get up and move before she felt that the woman was
good and ready.
Which
she was. She was more than ready to get
up off her ass and move around. But the
Spider-bitch-Princess declared that despite what the cat thought, she was
wrong, and she wasn’t strong enough to get up and exert herself much.
again, walk back to the cave. Sit.
Think.
She
was thinking a lot, actually, trying to figure out just what it was that had
been on that ship. Just because Goten
could get into Bardock’s mind now, didn’t mean that Bardock couldn’t get into
their minds again. Living in that ship
when it pulsed those thoughts would have eventually driven them all into
homicidal obsession over ‘Kakarot’ and making him bleed and cry.
ship wasn’t the only weapon Bardock had against them. He wasn’t that stupid.
(Oh, she hoped he was, but realistically, she knew that wasn’t the
truth.) s">
However,
talking to Krillin about how thoughts could be produced through machinery was
like banging your head into a spike-studded brick wall.
really liked the pain. He refused to
acknowledge the fact that there was life outside the tiny little box he lived
in whereby the Gods resolutely forbid the making of the sort of machinery that
Bulma was speaking about.
So,
DUH, Krillin, the Gods forbid it. But
Bardock doesn’t give a damn. He would have
invented it anyway. But not by
himself. Because smart and strong or
not, Bardock had no mechanical or engineering aptitude.
to that sort of thing. Thus far in the
past two days all she had managed to think of (was how empty the cave seemed with
Trunks and Goten here, and were they ever going to stop fucking long enough to
come back and finish this crusade against Bardock?) was that somehow, Bardock
had managed to synthesize his thoughts into a machine that emitted frequencies,
kind of like a radio, but they were frequencies that nobody would be able to
find or hear if they weren’t a mindreader.
Then he powere up up so that it projected thoughts out into their
minds. Subliminally at first and then
dominantly in their minds so that they realized what they were thinking.
She
huffed, thought of how nice it would be if Goten’s annoying ass was here to
help her figure this out, because Krillin had offered his apologies and told
her flat out that he wasn’t going to be much help. The sort of thing she was talking about was ‘inconceivable’ for
him. At least the little wimp was
honest. (At this point, his only good
trait.)
~~~***
Goten
rested his chin on Trunks’ chest, the rest of his body lying on him, between
his legs, just resting, warm and soft and only slightly heavy.
other thing his body had was muscle, and that barely accounted for the lackifat.fat.) “Do you want to know?” was the
little whisper.
Trunks
looked at him. Sighed.
from Bardock’s mind was the best course of action, but someone had to know.
spouted and Goten looked at him with those dark eyes that promised nobody else
would ever know.
(Sometimes,)
Goten’s voice in his mind said, (Its worse to know.)
“Fi
Tr
Trunks said, “Tell me. What does the
murdering traitorous bastard think?”
Goten
sighed a little. Kissed his chest and
then said: “When Radditz was born, Bardock was still a pretty young man, a
strong one that fought for his title and his fame and was pretty impressive and
well known. The day Radditz was born,
Bardock had a vision that son son would become a strong fighter and would be
known in the world just like his father.
Bardock would be the father of a imperial Elite, as well as being an
Elitist himself. Then, when the Prince—that’s
your brother—Vegeta was born, he had another vision.”
reign, where he would be a cruel dictator and a tyrant no so unlike
Freiza. Only worse. Vegeta would have enslaved his own people
and destroyed planets and ordered the death of thousands.
palace’s profit. So, naturally, Bardock
goes before the King and pleads his case.
Says he can train the young Prince to be a decent person,” there was a
pause here too, while Trunks snorted and muttered rude things about how the
hell Bardock ever thought he could train a ‘decent person.’
the King caved. So Vegeta was mostly
raised by Bardock. Taught right from
wrong and good and bad and how to fight.
He was a spoiled little prick, still, he nhe never got away with shit
while Bardock was around. Then came the
thing that changed everything,” Goten whispered this solemnly.
Super Saiyan… Growing up and killing
his father.”
“So
what?” Trunks asked, “He decided he’d ship his kid off to Freiza so he would
never get any power?”
“No,”
Goten said, “He tried to come up with a way that Goku would never get that
powerful or hate him enough to kill him.
Because Bardock knew that if Goku killed him as a Super Saiyan, than
Bardock wouldn’t be the ‘General’ or the ‘King’s tutor’ or anything great and
glorious but just a man that got murdered by a Super Saiyan and poor little
Bardhad had worked his whole life to get his name put down in history.”
“Well,
looks like he’s going to get that goal accomplished.”
“Bardock
had another vision when his son was about eight, and it was the same,
essentially. His death at his son’s
hands. So he decided that he couldn’t
risk Goku kill him, couldn’t risk it and he asked Freiza to kill the boy in
exchange for whatever he wanted, which turned out to be Saiyan women.
back to the house and made him a prized attraction. Bardock found out, but left his son there, because as long as he
was a mindless whore he couldn’t become a Super Saiyan and kill him.”
a deep sigh. “Bardock really does love
Goku. And he really hates him.
seen. He hates him so much he would
have killed him with his own hands, would have watched his son scream when
Freiza took him, would have sat and watched as his son was turned into Kakarot,
but at the same time, he would have killed Freiza to save him.
Another pause. “Anyway.
decides that he can’t stand that anymore and offers Freiza the Prince for his
child. Has another vision where him and
Freiza rule the world together, and decides to team up with him on a permanent
basis. Kidnaps the Juro, takes control
of their minds and orders them to keep the King from wondering just where his
son was. Keeps Goku locked up on that ship
with the thing that kept him docile and in pain, because as long as Goku is
ashamed of himself and away from the Saiyan home planet, he can’t very well
kill Bardock.”
“That’s
it?” Trunks asked.
“That’s
it.”
“He
never saw you and he never saw me?” Trunks asked.
“Nope.
anywhere. Who gave a damn if some baby
was born in the forest with enough power to kill a whole world full of people
with a thought?” He smirked—arrogant bastard
that he was. “And you.
figured the Spiders would gorge themselves on your blood and be done with it.”
“Charming.”
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shifted, slid his hand down the length of Trunks body to rest between his
legs. Gave him a little smile.
w it? it?”
Trunks
sat up, pulled Goten into his lap, felt the fingers in his mind, stimulating
the parts of his brain that flooded his body with endorphins and lust and he
heard the mind-reader’s little whimper and the way he moved hips endlessly,
shifting like he was being petted from the inside out.
back, down to his ass and pulled him up, felt the hand on his new erection and
Goten held him as he lowered the mind-reader onto him, sank into his body and
groaned.
“We
really should go back,” He said. Felt a
twinge of guilt, and Goten just shrugged, kissed him. Mentally promised they would.
Soon. But righw, hw, he moved on
Trunks, ran his mental hands all over his skin until he was growling from the
feathery touches that teased but did
nothing else, gripped the thin shoulders hard and shoved Goten over, down
against the ground. Felt the legs
wrapped around him as he thrust into him.
Slipped into his body and felt the strange melding of their minds, covered
the panting mouth with his own and sucked on him, felt the Spider fighting to
overtake the Saiyan.
But
fucking was all heat and Spiders were cold things.
Goten
curled his tail around Trunks and tugged on him, whispered into his mind
endlessly that he wanted more and held his own hips up with his power to allow
Trunks into his body farther, faster.
Whimpered and begged from under him.
Slid and slipped against his skin and pressed his erection against
Trunk. Tightened his body around him
and still wanted more of it, always more, like a glutton.
But
Trunks gave it to him, all that he had within him. Pounded into his smaller mate with all the power he possessed
until Goten tore his mouth away and panted, moaned and whimpered and dug his
hands into the ground, flushed and shone in the light.
was enough to break them both, and they screamed for each other.
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Mwhahahahaha!
Goku:
Dracula?
Vegeta: Chocula.
Goten: No,
the dude with the numbers, you know, ‘The count’ on sesame street?
Trunks: Uh…guys…
Goku:
No. She was talking about
DRACULA! You know “I vant to suck yor
blood?”
Vegeta: *is
eating large bowl of Count Chocula cereal to prove his point. *
Goten:
*happily watching Sesame street *
Trunks:
Oi. Just…
Jaygoose:
Yes.
Goku. I know I am.
orethiething, because he was nowhere in this chapter.
Webtester 01:
Yes.
Bardock. Yay!
Macha:
Well,
Vegeta figured he had to warm poor cold Kakarot up. ;) Yeah, I think Chichi’s
cute when she calls Bulma her kitten.
pan>pan>*pets Chichi. *