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.
that regarded him almost like a traitor, but she understood.
nothing. Which was worse, Krillin
thought, than any words the Prince could have said because it showed that all
of them knew what he was going to do.
The silence was the silence of the living around the dead and their
minds were filled with pity for him, and perhaps, somewhere, a bit of
gratitude. But he didn’t kid
himself. He didn’t deserve either from
them.
anyone could stay including people like Goten’s father who raped a Holy
One.) And made his way up the steps of
the Juro Temple. Climbed them and
thought that he could feel the soles of his feet burning with every step until
he was inside the vast Temple. And
there he dropped to his knees before the altar, ran his fingers through the
anointing oil and dotted the six marks that made him a Juro.
and pressed his knees hard against the floor.
His palms together and bowed his head.
Yeah! Vegeta: Goku: Me Krillin: I Trunks: Chichi: *snore* Vegeta: I Goku: It’s *sobs brokenly for a long, long,
over again until his legs went numb and his head ached and then he prayed
more. For forgiveness, for guidiance,
for the divine hand to show him the true way.
Prayed with his whole heart and so filled himself up with contempt for
the fouled that he felt tears in his eyes as he began, once more, to hate the impious
thing that would have burned alive if it had been born on his world.
whatever it chose and murdered at its own will and the two Saiyans that fell
together like sinners often did. That
fought with themselves and the world and fornicated to forget their
worries. Filled with that power, with
that hate and prejuidice, he felt the Gods as they smiled down at him, thanked
him for his piousness. Blessed his
Princely little heart and forgave his failings with the shallow cuts on his
knuckles.
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Prayed more.
smell of the oil and way his body shook from exhaustion and hunger, and his
feet felt like blocks of sod. Or
nothing at all. He prayed until a
Priest came and touched his shoulder.
Bowed his head to the piousness of the young Prince and advised him that
too much praying was as horrible a sin as too little.
forehead once more, and bowed, climbed to his feet and stumbled on legs that he
could barely feel back out of the Temple.
Found that darkness had eclipsed the day and drew in the smell of the
moon, the smell that he had to remember forever, because when he finished this,
he would never return.
terribly thin, like threads almost—into a circle. Had to wind them fifty times in a circle big enough to fit over
their heads and then tape them up together.
Pretty simple, but the threads took two to make a whole circle and you
had to meticulously fuse the ends of the strings together.
He was sitting, legs crossed, breathing evenly as if meditating, and his
eyes were closed. The marks on his
forehead were sore looking, pink and red and she winced to think of the pain
that he must feel from them as he sat there the same as he had sat the whole of
the day.
sure the Saiyans feel like sharing,” she said.
Had her back against a wall, facing the door. And The Saiyans sat on the opposite side of that door that Goten
and Trunks were.
The trip here had sapped both of their spider friends of their energy to
the point that they had not even moved since they arrived.
“Don’t have many stories that don’t involve dying.”
Krillin said you killed your parents.
Why?” That was a horribly morbid
thing to ask, but considering they were on a mission to kill someone’s father,
it was slightly appropriate.
the life out of her without meaning to.
She hated me. Hated me all the
time I was growing inside of her. Like
a leech, she said, sucking her away into nothing and perverting her body beyond
even her ability to forgive.” He
shifted, “And there was an old hag lady that raised me for a few years.
how bony I was. A runt.
eat me. She ate my mother.
taste good. So I killed her without
meaning to when she chased me with a butcher knife.” He sighed. “It was a huge
fucking knife. So my lovely rapist of a
father comes home, beats me up for killing his mother.
pointed at it as if to prove it, “And I learned how to make my body heal
itself. Then he taught me how to use a
sword. Or else, I sucked the knowledge
out of his brain when I killed him.
Not entirely sure how that works.”
He opened his eyes and blood ran down his face like tears.
blood fell down his pale cheeks. “Then
I lived in that house for a while until I found Trunks.”
eyes. “What about you?”
“Somewhere.”
finished.”
dampeners. “Because we’re going to live
through tomorrow.”
ran out of his eyes—they were read too, like something was beating him from the
inside out—“Don’t touch me. Tomorrow.
on blocking everyone out.” Then he
sighed. “I’m going to sleep now.
Thought to herself, where nobody could hear her say it but the
cross-breed that was always in her mind that. Yes, she would like some help
sleeping. Felt the comforting hand of
darkness descend over her mind and curled up into a ball.
her ears.
stuck in the fucking lizard-monkey body.
Stuck in the strange body with nothing on him but a cloth tied around
his waist. Because icejins could very
well run around naked, nothing showed.
Their bodies were encased in that white skin unless they needed to show
something off for the sex. But Saiyans
didn’t have that luxury and she was half in half of the two.
that made a strange arch around him and rested near his leg.
the stupid kid wouldn’t be permanently scarred. Like she cared about the kid.
It was worthless flesh that looked too much like its father side.
were more like her father than its own she would like it.
in her own mind and kicked it as often as she saw it.
When it ran into the kitchen, squealing, she struck it to its back and
moved over, pressed her foot on its chest and felt the lungs heaving up against
the ribs. Watched the little things
eyes open wide as he whimpered and screamed: “Daddy!” Squirmed and tried to get away as she leaned forward, pressed her
foot harder to its chest. Tried to
imagine what it would feel like to squash this little thing.
recognized, and he turned, stuck inside this woman’s body, saw Bardock in the
doorway. Saw him glaring at her, and he
crossed the room, punched her so hard he felt the cheekbone crack, and fell
back to the floor, long tail curled around this female’s body.
desperately she hated him, and Bardock bent, dragged the kid back to his feet,
dusted it off and heaved it up into his arms.
“I told you to leave Gohan alone.”
her broken face. “Fuck you old
man. That thing came out of my body.”
live.” Then he raised his hand.
flesh on this body that was not his. He
heard her scream and the child’s scream, a desperate scream for its mother or
father or something. Not that Bardock
cared, and the body that he was in jerked, hissed, told the child to shut
up. Cursed it with its dying breath.
boy.” Because that’s what the Juro Gods
wanted from him. Wanted him to say that
poor Gohan was so abused, and he didn’t believe that. Hadn’t seen a thing in the child’s past that wasn’t as gruesome
and horrible as what had happened to the rest of them and they didn’t kill and
rape. Well, they killed only those
things that stood against them with the intent to kill.
Juro Gods—high and mighty as they were with this abomination (him) right next
to their planet—patted him on the head while they raked their hands through his
mind and taunted him with the fact that he still wasn’t as strong as them.
castle! Palace, I meant!
Wow. One whole sentence says I.
too.
don’t like any of you. But its nothing
personal.
*snore *
should have said more.
not the quantity that counts.
long time * I can’t respond!