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.
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>I tried very hard not to write this.
bunny (the plot bunny) until it went away.
And you see how far that got me.
because it was actually silent. There
were no thoughts in his mind that repeated the past endlessly like a pulse that
said: “Whore whore whore whore.” It was
quiet, it was just nothing but the soft darkness around him and Vegeta as they
sat here, together, in the room with the furs in the warmth.
didn’t think about how Bardock had once been his father, because the bastard
was nothing now and not even worth a second thought. Not even worth the first thought.
around him and the way that something was in his head that had yet to work its
way to the surface, something that was going to have be said, Goku was sure, or
they might not make it through killing Bardock. So he sighed, thought of what Goten had told him about Freiza’s
last thought, and wondered just what the hell ‘choice’ he had been talking
about. Looked at Vegeta very seriously
and said: “So what happens after this, Vegeta?
After you’re the King?”
you. Don’t you have to find some girl
and have an heir?”
Then gave him a look, as if to ask why it was that he chose to talk now
when they had never talked like this before.
It wasn’t their thing, everything they had to say was said without the
words that always seemed to fuck things up.
com communicated with the truth of what was and the touch of skin
against skin.
be words, he guess, because eventually everyone had to speak.
father selling me. I only remember him
saving me. I hate him now and every
time I think of Bardock, I remember that he saved me.”
like my father.” He spat this like it
was a foul thing and then shook his head, closed his eyes and tried to work
through whatever horrible thought worked through him now.
Prince to deal with this, only time for him to react, to plan the next step and
not the last.
Freiza?” he asked, wanted to know, or else to know what it was that Vegeta did
not want to say, what this ‘choice’ was that he had not had.
aske…”
wanted to go closer. Wanted to comfort,
but first there had to be hurt. You
couldn’t pad something away like Vegeta was trying to and never look at it
again, expect it to be gone because you didn’t want to feel it anymore.
be gotten rid of until you spoke out loud and then it became real.
said—so lowly it was almost inaudible: “Asked if I wanted to die or suffer,” he
said, “And I chose my life as a whore.”
completely numb,n ton to his chest where his heart hardly beat under the shock
of that statement, and then all at once, it was throbbing so hard against his
chest that he couldn’t breath, and he would have reached out to Vegeta, but the
Prince shot to his feet and turned his back to him. Shook with that truth and Goku scrambled to his feet.
whore for whoever had the money to fuck me.
I did that on Free Will.”
they put that fucking piece of metal in your mouth there was no free will.
never gave anyone a choice.”
if you stand there and think this bullshit is the truth for even another second
that Freiza wins and you’ll never be free of him.”
ad
annoyance and everything that made him burn in the bright light of po
him remember that he was a Prince, that he would always be a Prince and a King
and Freiza was a fucking lizard maggot that was dead with his head suspended
from a ceiling. Anger was power the way
pain could not be. “What?” Vegeta demanded.
pet.”
Knocked him back down onto the pile of furs and stood there, shaking in
fury. “I AM NOT A PET!”
heard it and then he curled his hands up into fists so tight his nails dug into
his skin. “I was never a pet.”
Vegeta. “That’s right.
his mind whispered, (Bardock told Freiza to give the Prince the choice.
could get a laugh out of knowing it.
said, internally cringed at that thought at the way one man could be so evil
that it made your skin crawl to think of him, and with every passing second he
hoped that bastard’s death hurt more and more, “But there was never a choice.”
at the surface of the water and unable to break back through.
tried to be an anchor for whatever was storming through Vegeta.
hadn’t destroyed the Prince, and Vegeta finally spoke again, all he said was:
“Death is not good enough for that fuck.”
to rise. She touched his hand with her
frigid fingers and looked at him with all the seriousness of their kind.
scream. Make it scream.
framed on all sides by the pitch black of her hair and clothes.
promised without a word to be spoken, that Bardock would die screaming.
for the truth that Goten had told him and the evil that lived in him, he would
die screaming.
for it.” And she brushed past him, said
nothing more of the matter as she set to waking up the people still in the
cave. And he stood out there, by
himself, with his sword on his back.
Closed his eyes and tried to imagine that after so many years, after the
blood he had spilt, it would end.
Soon. It would all end with one
final fight.
it. Didn’t want to think that all his
life had been devoted to destroy Bardock and returning his brother to the
throne and now he was a day and half away from accomplishing that goal.
smaller mate, saw the dark eyes and the determination there.
finally ready.)
clearing. Bearing no weapons but their
own power and standing close together like this was some family they had been
adopted into and not a pack of murderers ready for the biggest assassination
attempt of their careers.
between him and Chichi. Raised his arms
when she raised hers, and the webs formed around them, like a giant ball of
black and purple. The air got terribly
cold, and he felt his eyes change black as his vision went from Saiyan to
spider and all the people appeared like beings made of light, like auras with
the scars of the soul over laying those of the body.
when he felt them lift away from reality and his lungs started to freeze as the
air got colder. The distance could have
killed him if he had attempted it by himself. *tears hair out and starts tossing it around
like confetti * style="mso-spacerun: yes"> 70 fricking words!
Vegeta:
*sniffle * I had emotional
upheaval in this chapter.
Goku:
there, dear, you’re alright now.
Goten:
*snore *
Trunks:
*sleeping all cute like *
Bulma: He is
sleeping cutelike. Like a little
baby. Awww….
Chichian san style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Oh,
don’t make me puke.
Angry Monkey:
Aw,
don’t crush Krillin yet, he might prove useful.
Macha:
Fell
behind? *shakes head in slight
disbelief * Es okay, Its not like I
cried *sniffle * or…anything…waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!
*cough
* Anyway. Yeah, these plans never seem to work out as well in practice as
they do in theory.
Jaygoose:
Lol.
this stamp she’s getting You know,
float about, tip her head to the side, smile for no reason.
Ah,
I loved the Chi/Bulma conversation too.
It did show a vast contrast between them. *sighs happily * I really
like Chichi. *gasp! *
*points
at MB and starts making weird noises *
You can’t think Bardock is sexy!
That’s WRONG! Lol.
Oh?
favorite uke. (Well, Aya and Schu.
But the Saiyan Prince out-uked him.
… … … Now that’s a contest I’d
like to see.