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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Trunks
stabbed the sword through his shoulder, pinned him to the ground and heard the
cruch of bones, watched blood erupt out of the wound, and the fevered grunt of
pain, the glare that stared at him as he stood there and looked down at the
bastard. And the man that raped the
Saiyan world with his perversity. The
man that had made him a murderer, and Vegeta a whore, and then had the
audacity, the sheer gall to take their father and mind-fuck him into total
obedience. Kidnap the Juro and make the
whole palace a hive mine with only the will to do as Bardock demanded.
He
pressed both his palms to the hilt of the sword, felt them freeze like ice, and
twisted the blade, slowly, turned in the wound, ripped open more muscle and
skin and grated against the bone and floor so you could hear it in the open
air. The chalky sound of metal against
stone. Bardock bit his lips until they
bled and his eyes shut, squeezed so tight that they would have bruised, and
Trunks felt his face change as the spider ruled his instincts.
felt the body flop against the floor.
The arm, the one that wasn’t worthless now, saw it come up and grab the
sword, slid against it as Bardock tried futilely to yank it out of him.
Too
bad.
But
a better idea occurred to him, and he pulled the sword out, walked around the
bastard to he stood on the other side, near Chichi who was stinking of her
delight about this. So proud of him she
was burning alive with that color. He
looked at Bardock, saw his aura, saw the evil in him that was so dark it was
disgusting, and slammed the sword down, right between his legs, castrated him
with a single thrust of his sword, and there was a scream.
A
shrill scream, one that richocheted off the walls and filled the hall of the
palace. One that Goten seized up and
echoed, forced it out, forced it to echo over the whole of the Saiyan race.
scream of filth and decay and everything disgusting in their world that they
could stand.
Trunks
pulled the sword free again. Looked at
Vegeta, at Goten, and Chichi. Then
turned, looked at Goku, saw the tracks of his tears like brilliant white lines
on his aura. But there was strength in
them. Then he turned back to the
bastard, saw Bardock trying to edge away, spreading his blood as his good arm
worked helplessly to get himself farther away from them.
Fool.
Absolute
fool.
He
reached down, flipped the bastard onto his stomach, heard the clipped scream
and grabbed his tail, already broken, curled it tight in his frozen hand and
then ripped it free of his body.
(Pretty
when he cries, mother fucker?) that was Goten. (Pretty when he bleeds?)
“The
heart,” Chichi hissed. Voice heavy with
the lust for blood, and he reached down again, turned Bardock back over, saw
his eyes getting glassy and dropped the broken, bleeding tail on his face.
“And
the head,” Vegeta added.
“Just
kill him,” Goku said from behind them, “Now.”
So
Goten hauled the ass to his knees, held his head up and Trunks looked at Goten,
at the power that glowed around him, and then back at the traitor, heard
chi’chi’s fevered breathing, Bulma’s quiet breathing as she lay on the floor
unconscious, at the new King as he waited for his orders to be fulfilled, and
the pained breathing of Goku behind him.
The
nightmare was dead.
Really
dead with the last swing of his sword, the crack of the neck and the tear of
the tendons and the skin. A wet thump,
the spouting of blood, and the body fell lifelessly to the floor.
down in her throat, but waited for him to move back, and she attacked the body.
Shoved her long pale arm down the open neck and ripped hearheart out.
Held
it in her hand as it throbbed one last time and the brilliant red blood of the
traitor dripped off her fingers in long, thick strands.
~~~***
The
chaos that followed was extraordinary.
From the broken doors, there flooded forth Saiyans.
saw the bloody victorious and the broken bodies, they had all stopped, and
stared. Wondered what had happened that
day, and what would happen the next, but Vegeta stood as their King, with the
crown on his head and the air of the royalty around him so thick it was nearly
tangible. He was flanked, on either
side, but a half-breed of power so magnificent it changed the color of eyes and
hair and crackled and snapped in the air around them.
What
had happened that day, in that throne room, was something that not even the
history books would speak of. King
Vegeta took his place, ordered the head of the traiand and the head of the
ice-jin dead displayed before the Palace for all the followers of the two to
see. The body was tossed in the refuge,
like the trash that it was. The dead
king was anointed properly, burned, and his ashes spread in the garden of the
dead where the ashes of the Kings had been spread since the dawn of the Saiyan
monarchy.
But
the books. The historians wrote only
that the greatest traitor of the Saiyan race was destroyed that day.
what greatness Bardock had once done, and with the finality of thick black
lines wiped clean the knowledge of the traitor, until all that remained of the
bastard was a birth record and a death.
~~~***
Krillin
opened his eyes. Looked around the
room, and felt like his head had been stuffed with cotton.
only noise he could hear was his own breathing, the rustle of the linen around
him as he realized he was lying in a bed.
Turned to look around the room, and saw in a polished metal mirror, that
the marks on his forehead were gone.
Thick
black hair covered his head and he reached up with a shaking hand to touch it,
felt the smoothness of it and the stark, painful finality that it showed.
glass, he realized that he was nothing.
Not a Juro. He was outcast in
the most painful and shaming ways they knew to outcast him.
powers, no knowledge. Just his own
thoughts echoing endlessly against the black walls.
And
the hair.
The
lost marks.
/spa/span>He
crawled out of bed, felt vertigo and sickness, and landed on his knees on the
floor. Crawled across the floor and sat
in front of the mirror. Looked at his
own face and couldn’t recognize himself.
He wasn’t a Prince, he wasn’t anything.
They had taken it from him. His
Gods. Those that he had worshipped
since his first breath, those whose rules he had followed…
him with nothing but the shame of knowledge.
He
felt tears rising in him and let them fall.
Felt them on his face like boiling water, and crumbled to the ground,
pressed his face to the carpets and sobbed.
Sobbed until his lungs were raw and painful, until his throat was full
and scrapped. Until he couldn’t sob,
until he had no energy to do anything by lie there in the puddle of his tears
with his face pressed against the carpet.
Thought
of every moment of his life when he had failed to uphold the morals of his
people. Thought of how he had refused
to help Vegeta, refused to help Goku because it was immoral.
helped. Should have said ‘fuck you’ to
the Gods and done what he knew was right.
Because he had tried to live by their laws and the bastards had stolen
everything from him. Left him with
nothing but this strange black hair and a blank forehead.
He
would have preferred to die. Would have
liked it better, but he couldn’t die and he knew that.
was—scrapped open and he stayed on the floor, stayed with his shameful face
buried and his tears hidden. Felt big
hands around his chest and felt like such a child, a stupid child.
over to the bed, turned and looked. Saw
Goku there, saw how he looked at him with pity and something else that Krillin
was too tired to give a damn about.
Didn’t
even ask about Bardock. Didn’t give a
damn.
Goku
just gave him a sad smile. Pulled the
covers back over him went over to a counter and pulled up a clothe from next to
a basin of water. Wet it, and came back
over to him. Wiped his face clean with
all the strange kindness he possessed.
Krillin
thought of what he had seen in that mind, struggled to remember what it felt
like to hear thoughts, found that even that knowledge was fading.
sad smile. Dropped the clothe on the
floor and then looked at him.
“Thank
you,” he said, so quietly it was barely audible. Then he turned, and Krillin rolled onto his side so he didn’t
have to watch him walk away. Curled up into a ball and let the tears fall out
of his eyes.
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Few words shy of the count. Not
that this is in any way relevant but.
*shudder * I had my very first
dirty thought about Krillin while I was writing this chapter.
…is that a bad thing?
Goten: so…
Chichi: I find
you less than amusing.
Trunks:
Hello? Just brutally killed someone.
Goten: Probably
where they are. *points at Vegeta and
Goku *
Goku: HEY!
Vegeta: We are
busy, if you don’t mind.
Trunks: *rolls
eyes * I meant my sex.
Goten: get
get
your sex when the author stops having dirty thoughts about Krillin…Oh!
*hides head *
Trunks: What?
Goten: It’s just
too awful to say.
Jaygoose:
Wow.
character.
EleneK:
Ah,
unfortunately, nobody can punish the Juro Gods. They just are. And poor
Krillin. Not only can’t he go home, he’s
not even a Juro anymore. *pats his
non-bald head * Vegeta will eventually,
probably, get all his physical power back (and up to the level of Goku or
someone.) Nobody will ever be able to
match Goten though, in this story, he has all the power now.
Mechanical Butterfly:
*gasp
* I’m not CRUEL!
Perhaps I am a bit. But I made
up for it, I dink. I killed Bardock.
Now we get to move onto the ‘clean-up’ chappies.
GASP!
about Angelus! *chuckles *
Maybe not the world. But I could
probably done a better job making Angelus evil. …suddenly remembers the episode of Angel with ‘the immortal’ when
Angelus and Spike go back to their women and find the Immortal has
visited. *falls off chair laughing *