Slicing Up The Skeleton

You people wanted a sequal!!!!!! Well.......... Here\'s your sequal. Thats right I got off my lazy ass to write this. So be thankful. I do not know if this will be as good as the first, I don\'t know if you people who liked the first one will like this one. It was the only sequal I could think of so I hope you like it. And if you like this, you can read the new fic, Get Psycho, by me and agent182. It\'s under her name, so look for it. Oh, yeah, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!!!!! Anywayz.......... Please...... Read on. ^_^

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Laughter filled the air as he watched them. There was silence in his mind......... All but their sounds. Not the sounds they made now, the sounds they made before. When he was touching them, hurting them,....... Slaughtering them. No! He wasn\'t that way, it was all a trick, he had to kill Kakarot. But could he really tell himself that? Could he really say he didn\'t want the love he felt when in the third class\'s arms?
No he couldn\'t.
But at the same time he could.
He growled at himself inwardly. This was so damn pathetic!!! He didn\'t need Kakarot, and he didn\'t want him. But the prince was having a hard time believeing that was true.
\"Daddy, Mommy said dinner is ready.\" Bra smiled at him, her little stuffed doll clung to her chest tightly as she held it. He shifted against the tree he was leaning on.
His glance travled over to the two boys chating and laughing not far in front of him. They sat in the lawn chairs and held their colorful drinks without a a care in the world. Vegeta was glad he had wished they had forgoten all of it. He did the same with Bulma.
He could feel anger race inside of him. Even though he hated her, he had to keep her around......... So they wouldn\'t hate him..... Everytime he thought that, he wanted to slap himself, but it was true. His children would never love him if they knew what he had done...... Never. And it made him sick to know that, but Bulma was right when she had told him that.
Vegeta stood straight and uncrossed his arms. As always there was a regal glow about his stance as he held his chin high and stood tall. There was pride pouring from him, but behind the mask in his sharp eyes, there was fear, hate, heartache, and a wanting. A wanting for a love so deep, someone would kill to have that one feeling. It was what he had when he was with Kakarot. But that was over now....... and it wasn\'t right to begin with. Killing wasn\'t right, that feeling he wanted, needed, so bad, was wrong. But if it was then he was wrong because that feeling was all he thought about......... But if he was wrong then they wouldn\'t love him and he would be all alone. It was a harsh cycle, but one he had to live with.
The prince followed his daughter past the two boys and to the back front door. She darted in and ran to the kitchen.
Vegeta watched as the little girl was greated by a hug from her mother. Bulma stood and glanced at her husband with a smile. He flinched. The joyful look in her sky blue eyes was so fake to him it was unreal. But after a moment he smirked at her as he marched over to the table. The prince plopped down in the set and crossed his arms acrossed his chest again.
Trunks and Goten entered the room just as food was set in front of the family. Bulma glanced up at the short metal woman that set down a bolw of potatoes and smiled at her own creation. Trunks slipped past it and sat down in one of the finely crafted chairs at the wooden table. Vegeta watched all of them eat and, as always, he was silent..... Sometimes he hated being so. But he knew that if he ever did say really much of anything, it would either be tossed to the side and ignored, or inspected for all the things they expected him to be. Kakarot was never like that.........
\"Hey, Vegeta, you haven\'t touched a thing on your plate. Is everything alright?\" Vegeta glanced up at Bulma and sneared at her.
\"Of course I\'m alright, woman! Why the hell wouldn\'t I be!?\" He bit at his tounge for what he had just said. The Blue haired woman\'s face was painted with shock before it rotted into disapproval and anger.
\"You don\'t have to have such an attitude!!! And, in case you didn\'t know, None of us here are deaf!!\" She screamed back at him.
The prince flinched but his pride wouldn\'t let him turn away from her without a fight.
\"I can have an attitude when I feel like! You can\'t tell me what to do, you fu-\" Vegeta stopped himself and glanced at the three younger people silent and staring amungst them. His eyes found Trunks\'.
\"Go up stairs, and take your sister.\" The tone of his order held no patience for questioning.
The lavender haird boy nodded and scoped up his sister. He shuffled out of the room and darted around the corner, Goten was quick to follow.
When the kids were gone, Vegeta turned to his wife and began to spit profanities left and right. She spat back at him and the fighting raged on for hours. They had done this before, but it made Vegeta so angry now to think that woman could stand with her head tall like she had anything to bitch at him about. She was the cheating whore, not him!!! He loved her before and she took all he had given her and ripped it into pieces in front of his face. She had broken him, and she had died for it........ He could do it again easily...
The prince glanced at the knife by the side of his plate and his thoughts began to race. He wanted to grab that knife up so badly. He wanted to hold it tight in his hand as he rushed over to her and cut her throt. And he wanted to eat her words, shred them with his teeth........
Her yelling became a blur as Vegeta stared at the knife. It called out to him, so he reached for it. And at that momen the longed for her blood, he needed it.
Bulma was silenced as he raised the knife in his shaky hand. He clenched his teeth and glared at her through dark eyes. Very dark. He began to walk tords her and she gasped, backing against the wall as he came closer and closer. He was but and inch away from her now, but he was still.
After a moment the sayian began to move again. Slowly he dipped the knife close to her shoulder and sliced the dark blue strap that held her knee high dress on her body. He then slid the knife under the black fabric of her bra strap and he cut it as well. The cloth fell away and part of her breast was visible.
Bulma\'s breathing was heavy and labored and Vegeta looked into her eyes with a smile. He then turned his glance back to the bare skin no visable to him. it was bare, pale, soft skin...... But to him it would look better butchered and bloody.
Slowly Vegeta ran the knife over her should and he could feel the blade sliding against her bone gentaly. Suddenly he sliced into her flesh and she screamed, but he silenced her with a kiss. A hard bruising one. A kiss of hate and anger not of love. The prince bit down on her lower lip and she groaned in pain against his mouth. He pulled way and watched as a tear slid down her face. He stopped.
It was the same look she had the first time....... Exactly the same.
Vegeta stood and dropped the knife next to his wife. He turned on his heel and fled from the kitchen as fast as he could.
When he turned the corner, the sayian stopped and leaned against the wall. His own breath was barely crawling up and down his chest. He was yelling at himself inside. He might have ruined everything, but then again Bulma ment noting to him, so why should it matter? But if they found out they wouldn\'t love him. Never, they would never love him.
Vegeta darted up stairs and as he walked acrossed the carpet, the sound of sobs became loud in his ears. Silently he slid infront of Trunks\' bedroom door. Both of his children were crying, and they were holding each other tightly. Goten stood above the kneeling Trunks and shaky little girl wrapped in his arms.
He was speaking to both of them gentaly, trying to calm them but nothing worked.
The prince felt the tears stinging at his eyes, and he wanted to cry too. He never wanted to see them hurt, they were everything to him........... But he had hurt them, he always hurt them. Vegeta let a tear fall from his eye. He shut them tight, but another droplet of his sarrow ran down his pale cheek. He covered his face as a sob rose in his throt.
He knew they hated him.......... They could never love him, not for what he really was. Not like Kakarot. At times like these, Vegeta missed that monster so much, and he hated him for it. He hated Goku for loving him so much.
Vegeta ran to his room and slammed the door.

It was later that night and Vegeta had decided to stay in a guest room, The next day he would apologize for his crude act and hopefully she would forgive him. He didn\'t like apologizing, not to Bulma. Sometimes he felt himself get sick when she would whisper her forgiveness then lay a disgustign kiss on his lips. What a whore she was.
But tonight the dreams kept him awake, they seemed to do that a great deal. The dreams started coming after he had wished everyone back. They were dreams of passion and morbid thoughts........ The way he had killed them all. And how he would do it again. But mostly of Kakarot, his Kakarot. Of the time they were together. But then of his face when Vegeta killed him, betrayed him........... He slaughtered his beautiful mate..........
Since the others did have a huge gap in their memory, he told them there was another world threat. Kakarot died in the process of killing the beast, like the \'hero\' he was. He told them no one on earth remembered, so not to say anything. Such a silly story........ But they believed him.
Vegeta sneared. They always believed the great things \'their\' Kakarot did. No. Not Kakarot..... Goku. What great things Goku did.
The sayian stared out into the darkness of the world out side of his closed window and again felt pain. He brought his knees up under his chin and wrapped his arms around them tightly.
Tears still stain his face from earilier. And now fresh ones fell. He thought of how it all started. Bulma. It was her fault. She had fucked that desert thief and he made her pay for it. Yes, Bulma had started it all. And somehow, Vegeta wished he could do it all over again........ Kill her and him......... Make her cry until she was staring glazey eyed at nothing as the blood and tears of her sin pooled around her. He wanted so bad that sometimes he questioned himself.......
Why not?

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Ok, thats the first chapter, I don\'t know if it was that good, so I don\'t know if I should write more....... Maybe a few REVIEWS will help me....... MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! Well, I gota go. There is more to write. Love ya guys!!! Bye, bye until next time!!! ^_^