Possessions

Author - CrimsonTide

Pairings - Vegeta x Goku, Buroli x Goku

Title - Possessions

CHAPTER 9

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been laying there drifting in and out of consciousness; all he knew was that if someone didn’t find him soon, he’d probably bleed to death. His wounds continued to spill crimson liquid all around him and all his efforts to rise from the growing puddle of gore proved to be unsuccessful.

Goku focused his blurry vision on the closed door for what seemed like the hundredth time. He couldn’t understand why no one came for him. Couldn’t they sense his weakening ki? Couldn’t they tell that Buroli was dead?

Goku sighed as his eyes slipped closed again. Maybe he hadn’t been laying there for as long as it seemed. Maybe it had only been a few seconds and the others hadn’t even registered his power level yet. Yeah, that must be it. They were probably on their way down the hall right now. Just a few more seconds and that door will open...

A sudden ‘thud’ caused Goku to jump and his eyes flew open and moved to the door. Surely that was them! However, the door remained closed, causing the Saiyajin to frown in confusion. Where had the noise come from?

Silence filled the room again, and then, an almost inaudible rustling drifted into his ears. Goku’s body tensed as he slowly moved his eyes to the bed and his heart jumped into his throat when all he saw was an empty blood-stained mattress.

Where was Buroli’s body?!

“Kak....”

“No...” Goku gawked in disbelief as his enemy suddenly appeared from the other side of the bed. The larger man still bled heavily from the wound across his throat and his skin was ghostly pale, but still he managed to drag his body forward and closer to him. It was clear that Buroli was attempting speech, but his words came out in sickening gargles as he choked on his blood. Goku, however, could see from the look in his eyes that he had murder on his mind.

The smaller Saiyajin struggled to pull his body up from the floor, and thanks to a surge of adrenaline, he was able to claw his way a few inches further from the slowly approaching man. It wasn’t far enough. Goku grit his teeth and planted his still booted foot against the floor, and he pushed himself a full body length away with a burst of his waning strength. Progress was slow since the pool of blood around him caused him to slip each time he gained a foothold, and it soon became obvious that no matter how hard he struggled, he’d eventually end up cornering himself anyway.

Goku’s chest heaved with each breath he took and his eyes darted around the room in a wild panic, searching for anything that could help him. He turned his head and spotted the knife he’d used earlier. It was only a little ways from where he currently sat.

The smaller Saiyajin turned and lunged for the handle, but his body was abruptly halted when a large hand wrapped around his ankle and yanked him back with a surprising amount of strength. He grunted as he hit the floor and his outstretched fingers fell inches shy of their target.

Buroli growled low in his throat as he dragged the struggling man beneath him and clumsily pinned him down with his own failing body. He glared down at the other as he wrapped his hands around Goku’s throat and squeezed, delighting in the choked sound that left the other’s bloodied lips. His own vision swam as he struggled to focus on his final act, and he ignored the hands that clawed at his skin. Kakarotto may have succeeded on killing him, but he wouldn’t die before he returned the favor.

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Raditz paced back and forth in front of the campfire, his tail lashing in agitation. His brother had been carried away no more than 20 minutes ago and he and his fellow Saiyajins had had their hands full restraining their angry prince ever since. He understood what Vegeta was going through; he understood the need to go and destroy Buroli with their bare hands, but they just weren’t a match for the larger Saiyajin. Not now, anyway.

“Let go of me, you fuckers! Kakarotto is calling for help!”

Raditz paused and turned back to the smaller Saiyajin. Turles was currently holding Vegeta’s tail tightly in his fist while Nappa held him down on the ground to keep him from injuring himself while thrashing around. They’d done it to protect the prince from not only himself, but Buroli. It would do no good for him to go rushing in after his mate right now.

However, for the past several minutes Vegeta’s struggles had increased ten-fold, and he’d been shouting about how Kakarotto was calling for him. He said he could smell his blood... and there was a lot of it.

At first Raditz just thought his prince was trying to trick them into letting him up, but as the ever growing look of panic filled Vegeta’s eyes, he began to wonder if this was for real. It was an unfortunate truth that he, Nappa, and Turles hadn’t yet learned to sense power levels without a scouter, and so when the restrained prince began to scream about both Buroli’s and Kakarotto’s falling ki, he decided that he had no choice but to believe that something was indeed seriously wrong. Trick or not, he couldn’t risk his brother’s life if Vegeta was telling the truth.

“Let him up.”

Both Turles and Nappa stared over at the larger man. “Are you sure that’s wise?”

Radtiz growled as he leapt forward and pried a startled Turles’ hands off a royal tail. “LET HIM GO NOW!!”

As soon as his tail was freed Vegeta’s ki exploded around him in a burst of light and he was instantly in the air. He crashed straight through a second story window and into the bedroom that held his mate.

“KAKAROTTO!!”

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“KAKAROTTO!!”

Buroli snapped his head up when a sudden surge of ki sent shards of glass showering down upon him and his victim. His hazy vision focused on the glowing form of Vegeta, but he didn’t have much time to process what he was seeing before the smaller man attacked. A heavy blow to his temple sent him flying through a wall and into the next room. It was the last thing he remembered before his vision faded to black.

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Vegeta instantly dropped to his knees beside his mate once he’d knocked Buroli away from him. His eyes filled with tears of both anger and sadness as they took in the other’s battered and bloody body. Dark bruises encircled Goku’s neck and his lips were blue.

“Vegeta?!”

The prince snapped his attention to Raditz, who hovered just outside the hole that had once been a window. Turles and Nappa were right behind him, looking on in horror. Vegeta snarled and pointed in the opposite direction.

“Fools! Don’t just sit there gawking! Go make sure that bastard is dead!”

The three Saiyajins quickly nodded and flew past him, disappearing into the next room and leaving him alone with his mate.

Vegeta tore his gloves off and tossed them aside before he gently placed his now bare hands on either side of Goku’s face. His flesh felt cold and clammy, but he could still detect some warmth. That meant life.

The prince moved his hands down to the other’s neck and felt for a pulse. Several tense seconds passed by before he felt a slight flutter beneath his fingers. Yes!

“Kakarotto?!”

He gave his mate a quick and gentle shake in an attempt to rouse him from his unconscious state, but he had no luck. Panic quickly began to take over when it became obvious the younger Saiyajin was not breathing on his own and Vegeta let out a desperate cry before he sealed Goku’s lips with his own. He pushed air into the other man’s lungs several times before he pulled back and waited.

He could hear the air slowly escaping from Goku’s slightly parted lips, but none was taken back in.

“Shimatta!! No!”

Vegeta desperately sealed his lips with the others’ again and repeated the same procedure. When he was done he pressed his ear to the younger man’s chest. The heartbeat he’d felt earlier was nearly gone now. The tears that had built up in the prince’s eyes finally fell down his cheeks as he gathered the limp form of his mate into his lap and held him tightly. He buried his face in the other’s hair and inhaled his scent deeply into his lungs.

“Damn it, Kakarotto! Don’t you dare die! I haven’t had a chance to... to make amends for what I did to you...”

The prince bit back a sob and tightened his grip.

“I haven’t been able to show you how much I care yet, baka! Fuck! I want to show you how much I love you!”

A heavy silence fell over the room, save for the ragged breaths Vegeta took. The prince didn’t even notice the other three Saiyajins watching sadly from across the room. Buroli was dead. Raditz fought the urge to take his brother’s body from the smaller man. Loosing a sibling wasn’t easy, but loosing a mate could be downright devastating. He chose to leave their prince alone.

Vegeta was so caught up in his grief that he didn’t even notice when the body he held began to breathe of its own. He did notice, however, when fingers brushed against his flushed cheek in what seemed to be the weakest slap in history. The prince’s head snapped up and he looked down into his mate’s face. His eyes locked with Goku’s hazy ones, and his mouth dropped open when the younger man’s lips quirked up into a lazy smile.

“Did you save me some dinner?”

Vegeta’s mouth opened and closed like a gasping fish as he struggled with something to say. Just a few seconds ago he was holding what he thought was a dead body... and now that same body was alive, breathing on its own, and demanding dinner. Unbelievable.

The prince finally managed to close his mouth and he returned his mate’s smile. He could only think of one thing to say during this precious moment.

“Baka.”

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TBC

Hehe! Did you think I'd killed Goku? I don't have a death wish, ya know! I think this fic will be done in a couple more chapters, so stay tuned!