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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
11
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1,857
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3
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Deadly Presision
My appologies for the late update. Please enjoy.
***
Goku stepped out of the chamber with an angry sigh. ‘He must be out of his mind’ he thought heading towards the direction of the kitchen with images of Mirai kissing him still swimming through his head. “What a day” Goku groaned to no one in particular. First Chichi threw a fit about something he didn’t do and now this. The world is turning to a rabbit hole slowly but surely. At least lately.
***
Vegeta grumbled as he stalked down the hall still trying to remove images of the morning. Eventually he gave up and resigned the image to be burned into his messed up head. Making his last turn towards the kitchen, he never expected to run into blue eyes void of all life and compassion.
Click.
His Ki seemed to melt away as the device was secured. Vegeta was in utter shock at how the thing had found its way to their time…let alone was able to sneak up on him. All thoughts were cut off as a swift punch to the stomach removed consciousness from his mind.
***
‘That’s odd…’ Goku thought. ‘Vegeta’s Ki dimmed down quite a bit. I wonder what he’s up to.’ Goku thought speeding up a little to catch up with the irate prince.
***
Mirai sat on the cold floor next to the forgotten icepack holding his throbbing head in his hands. Millions of thoughts raced through his tortured soul while dried blood caked to the side of his face from the combined effort of his father and…Goku.
‘Why…I don’t understand. Was I really nothing more than a distraction to be forgotten about? Am I really nothing more than a whore?’ He mentally abused himself. Allowing past demons previously kept at bay to invade his mind once more. He trusted Goku. Mirai thought that he could never let anyone get close to him again. Well in the first place really. But he needed someone. And so did Goku, or so he was told. Trunks left the gravity chamber to find a nice corner of solitude to wallow in.
Diving into angst and misery, Mirai didn’t notice the odd events that were transpiring.
***
Goku rounded the corner to the kitchen. Bulma sat with her back to the hall and seemed to be quite interested in her book sitting on the table. Long blue hair curtained her face giving the young scientist the privacy desired to lose reality in the pages of a good read.
At least this is what Goku the observer mused as he approached.
“Hey Bulma,” He started. “Have you seen Vegeta? His ki went funny a few minutes…”
Now unfortunately for the soft hearted warrior, the sight of his oldest friend with a large kitchen knife impaling her through the chest was a little much to say the least. He stood in shock as he took in the scene before him not hearing the movement of the hidden figure that had appeared behind him.
Click.
That made two.
Turning on his heel, Goku stopped as a graceful hand gripped his neck hindering his oxygen supply. He could only stare in shock and horror as the reality of the situation began to surface. The androids had traveled from Mirai’s time and for the first time in his life, he was utterly helpless.
The long haired robotic boy smiled coldly as he tightened his grip ever so slightly before asking. “Where is my little lavender beauty?”
***
Vegeta pulled at the metal clamps locked around his wrists to the concrete behind him causing his flesh to bruise and tear along with his white gloves. They had moved fast. Divide and conquer. Somehow they turned all the z warriors onto one another and took them down one by one. In a direct fight, the androids would have been beaten. But those conniving fucks had executed their plan with the precision of a damn supercomputer. Well that made sense really.
Giving another futile tug on the cuffs, Vegeta decided to save what little strength he had. Peering around the room he looked for any exits, weaknesses, or hiding spots to exploit. Of course there were none. The room was void of all furniture and consisted of 3 concrete walls and a fluorescent light above his head about 10 feet. The female droid had driven the metal into the wall with two spikes and left him sitting there with a gag. Kami, how he hated those fucking things. Vegeta raised his head as the sound of the door opening caught his attention.
17 dragged an unconscious Goku into the room by an arm and slammed him against the wall. Watching him fall into the similar seated position as Vegeta, the android bolted both arms to the adjacent wall with metal cuffs as well.
Turning to leave, he gave the prince a smile. “Just need to find my toy and we can begin.” He promised exiting the room.
Vegeta looked over to the other Sayjin restrained by the collar and groaned.
They were fucked.
Royally.
…Literally.
Just then Goku looked up. “Hey Vegeta.”
His response was just a simple ‘I will devour your soul death glare’ from the gagged Sayjin. Vegeta decided to harness the power of his inner animal and chewed the hell out of the cloth before it loosed enough to be coerced away from his mouth.
“What now?” Vegeta asked not having an answer to his own question.
“17 gloated that these collars won’t come off without his finger print. So I guess they fixed the earlier problem.” Goku half joked referring to the release mechanism that could be activated by anyone other than the wearer.
Vegeta rolled his eyes before snapping his interest back to the Sayjin. “17 in this time is still around…”
Catching his drift, Goku said excitedly “I think I have enough energy reserved to IT out of here but I’m not leaving you and Mirai here.” He said solemnly, the image of Bulma regaining entrance into his mind again.
“I appreciate the thought. But if you don’t go now, you never have the energy to.” Vegeta stated. “The restraints will suck whatever reserves you have left and we will all be screwed.”
Goku glanced to the corner of the room before drawing his attention back to the prince before him and nodded. Closing his eyes, he concentrated all his power into one spot. His eyebrows furrowed as sweat began to accumulate on his brow. Letting a perturbed noise, Goku hit the back of his head on the wall before trying again. The biggest problem was pinpointing a spot to go. Giving up on locating a ki, which was impossible when yours is cut off from the stream, he tried for a place he’d IT’s many times before. Using a sort of ki/muscle memory, Goku locked on.
Vegeta watched at the third class baka disappeared from his sight. ‘Why do I always end up relying on that moron?’ Vegeta thought miserably before the door reopened entering two amused, then shocked, then infuriated androids.
‘Damn it. Hurry Kakarot.’
***
Goku stepped out of the chamber with an angry sigh. ‘He must be out of his mind’ he thought heading towards the direction of the kitchen with images of Mirai kissing him still swimming through his head. “What a day” Goku groaned to no one in particular. First Chichi threw a fit about something he didn’t do and now this. The world is turning to a rabbit hole slowly but surely. At least lately.
***
Vegeta grumbled as he stalked down the hall still trying to remove images of the morning. Eventually he gave up and resigned the image to be burned into his messed up head. Making his last turn towards the kitchen, he never expected to run into blue eyes void of all life and compassion.
Click.
His Ki seemed to melt away as the device was secured. Vegeta was in utter shock at how the thing had found its way to their time…let alone was able to sneak up on him. All thoughts were cut off as a swift punch to the stomach removed consciousness from his mind.
***
‘That’s odd…’ Goku thought. ‘Vegeta’s Ki dimmed down quite a bit. I wonder what he’s up to.’ Goku thought speeding up a little to catch up with the irate prince.
***
Mirai sat on the cold floor next to the forgotten icepack holding his throbbing head in his hands. Millions of thoughts raced through his tortured soul while dried blood caked to the side of his face from the combined effort of his father and…Goku.
‘Why…I don’t understand. Was I really nothing more than a distraction to be forgotten about? Am I really nothing more than a whore?’ He mentally abused himself. Allowing past demons previously kept at bay to invade his mind once more. He trusted Goku. Mirai thought that he could never let anyone get close to him again. Well in the first place really. But he needed someone. And so did Goku, or so he was told. Trunks left the gravity chamber to find a nice corner of solitude to wallow in.
Diving into angst and misery, Mirai didn’t notice the odd events that were transpiring.
***
Goku rounded the corner to the kitchen. Bulma sat with her back to the hall and seemed to be quite interested in her book sitting on the table. Long blue hair curtained her face giving the young scientist the privacy desired to lose reality in the pages of a good read.
At least this is what Goku the observer mused as he approached.
“Hey Bulma,” He started. “Have you seen Vegeta? His ki went funny a few minutes…”
Now unfortunately for the soft hearted warrior, the sight of his oldest friend with a large kitchen knife impaling her through the chest was a little much to say the least. He stood in shock as he took in the scene before him not hearing the movement of the hidden figure that had appeared behind him.
Click.
That made two.
Turning on his heel, Goku stopped as a graceful hand gripped his neck hindering his oxygen supply. He could only stare in shock and horror as the reality of the situation began to surface. The androids had traveled from Mirai’s time and for the first time in his life, he was utterly helpless.
The long haired robotic boy smiled coldly as he tightened his grip ever so slightly before asking. “Where is my little lavender beauty?”
***
Vegeta pulled at the metal clamps locked around his wrists to the concrete behind him causing his flesh to bruise and tear along with his white gloves. They had moved fast. Divide and conquer. Somehow they turned all the z warriors onto one another and took them down one by one. In a direct fight, the androids would have been beaten. But those conniving fucks had executed their plan with the precision of a damn supercomputer. Well that made sense really.
Giving another futile tug on the cuffs, Vegeta decided to save what little strength he had. Peering around the room he looked for any exits, weaknesses, or hiding spots to exploit. Of course there were none. The room was void of all furniture and consisted of 3 concrete walls and a fluorescent light above his head about 10 feet. The female droid had driven the metal into the wall with two spikes and left him sitting there with a gag. Kami, how he hated those fucking things. Vegeta raised his head as the sound of the door opening caught his attention.
17 dragged an unconscious Goku into the room by an arm and slammed him against the wall. Watching him fall into the similar seated position as Vegeta, the android bolted both arms to the adjacent wall with metal cuffs as well.
Turning to leave, he gave the prince a smile. “Just need to find my toy and we can begin.” He promised exiting the room.
Vegeta looked over to the other Sayjin restrained by the collar and groaned.
They were fucked.
Royally.
…Literally.
Just then Goku looked up. “Hey Vegeta.”
His response was just a simple ‘I will devour your soul death glare’ from the gagged Sayjin. Vegeta decided to harness the power of his inner animal and chewed the hell out of the cloth before it loosed enough to be coerced away from his mouth.
“What now?” Vegeta asked not having an answer to his own question.
“17 gloated that these collars won’t come off without his finger print. So I guess they fixed the earlier problem.” Goku half joked referring to the release mechanism that could be activated by anyone other than the wearer.
Vegeta rolled his eyes before snapping his interest back to the Sayjin. “17 in this time is still around…”
Catching his drift, Goku said excitedly “I think I have enough energy reserved to IT out of here but I’m not leaving you and Mirai here.” He said solemnly, the image of Bulma regaining entrance into his mind again.
“I appreciate the thought. But if you don’t go now, you never have the energy to.” Vegeta stated. “The restraints will suck whatever reserves you have left and we will all be screwed.”
Goku glanced to the corner of the room before drawing his attention back to the prince before him and nodded. Closing his eyes, he concentrated all his power into one spot. His eyebrows furrowed as sweat began to accumulate on his brow. Letting a perturbed noise, Goku hit the back of his head on the wall before trying again. The biggest problem was pinpointing a spot to go. Giving up on locating a ki, which was impossible when yours is cut off from the stream, he tried for a place he’d IT’s many times before. Using a sort of ki/muscle memory, Goku locked on.
Vegeta watched at the third class baka disappeared from his sight. ‘Why do I always end up relying on that moron?’ Vegeta thought miserably before the door reopened entering two amused, then shocked, then infuriated androids.
‘Damn it. Hurry Kakarot.’