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Doll House	By : animeslave18 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 765 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or any of its characters. I'm not making any money in writing my stories.

Chapter List
- 1-Doll House
- 1
WARNINGS: Violence, yaoi, OOC, language, some angst, lime, non-lemon (sorry :/ ) and anything else that wasn’t covered in the summary.

A/N: If you’re wondering how I came up with this, I didn’t. My subconscious did. >.> And I swear I don’t know what provoked it, but it was one of the strangest dreams I had. So strange in fact, that I had to write a story about it. O.o And I usually don’t do this, but it was an inspiration that I couldn’t ignore. Oh and, I changed a few things from the original dream. Like, Vegeta is in my place and Yamcha is…in the strange guy’s place. O.o Lol. He didn’t have a name. I just knew who it was, but in this one he’ll be named. :) Everything else was kind of vague, but I’ll be sure to add in some more detail. After all, it was a dream.
Summary: A college student is settling in a new town and comes across the community’s attraction. What becomes of him when he tours this strange place? (Horror) YamchaxVegeta
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The student sighed as he stared at the newspaper in the Classifieds section. None of the jobs really called out to him, except for a construction job. He guessed he could check it out. Standing, he stretched and looked around his small apartment. Boxes still littered the place and he was only halfway done packing. He ran his hand through his tussled, flame-shaped hair. He wasn’t really in the mood to unpack everything yet; in case he changed his mind about completely moving in or something. Why did he have to move so far from home? And why did it have to be in a small town like this? He couldn’t believe that a town this small had a university, but it seemed to be the only place that had something that he was interested in.
He made his way through the clutter of boxes and reached the front door and stepped outside. He moved forward against the railing of the second floor and looked out at the view. Cars streamed by on the main road as he looked around for any decent restaurants in his area. He knew he shouldn’t spend much money since he didn’t have a job, but he didn’t have any decent groceries and he was starving.
Deciding to make a few errands instead, the college student locked the door to his apartment and made his way downstairs towards the parking lot. Finding his red mustang (his parents were middle class, not completely rich), he unlocked it with his remote system and casually opened the door. However, he wasn’t paying attention as his car door hit a blue Cadillac next to his. He cringed as the alarm went off and groaned. “Ah, damn it!” After a few moments, the car stopped and he looked around to see if the owner was nearby. When he looked on the first floor, he saw a man glaring at him and the car keys in his hand. The student got out of his car. “Sorry! It was an accident!” He shouted at the owner, who shook his head and walked away. The student sighed as he got back into his car. “I hope nothing else goes wrong today.” He said to himself as he started his car and made his way out of the parking lot.
Going down the main road, he spotted a super market up ahead to his right and pulled in there. Being careful not to park next to anyone, he stopped a ways a way from the entrance and got out. Making his way inside, he noticed a man to his left a little ways up ahead of him going the same direction. He vaguely noted the man’s appearance, not really paying much attention, and followed the man inside. Since he won’t be getting very much food, he grabbed a basket and headed down the frozen foods section. He grabbed a couple frozen pizzas and a bag of french fries, then headed down the pastry isle where the bread and junk food were. Looking at all of his options and the prices, he decided whether or not the generic brand was worth the cheaper price.
Slowly inching his way down the isle, he continued to look at his options until he bumped into someone. “Oh! I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” He looked up at the stranger and noticed that it was the same man he followed in from the parking lot.
The man chuckled lightly. “It’s alright. I wasn’t paying attention either.” The man’s face became blank as he took a closer inspection of the young man he bumped into. “You don’t look familiar. Did you just move here?”
The student was a little surprised from the question, but immediately recovered when he remembered that he was in a small town. Everyone knew everybody. “Uh, yes. I’m starting school here at the university.” He bowed his head a little in shyness; he wasn’t used to talking to people. He blamed the video games and the computer; the technology nowadays is so addicting.
“Ah, I see. Are you liking it here so far?” The man politely inquired further.
“Well, classes don’t start until next week, so I couldn’t really tell you, but it seems like a nice town.” The student answered quietly, trying not to make his answer seem like a lie.
The man smiled at the younger’s shyness. “Oh, it is a nice town. I’m sure everyone will make you feel at home. I’m Yamcha.” The man reached out his hand for the other to take.
The student looked at the hand before slowly taking it in his and smiled. “I’m Vegeta.”
Yamcha smiled wider. “It’s wonderful to meet you.” He didn’t want to let go of the other’s hand, who slowly pulled away from his grip. The student sure was something to see. Just staring at him alone was making his heart hammer in his chest.
“Yeah, it’s…nice to meet you too.” Vegeta didn’t want to linger any longer with someone he just met and tried to come up with an escape.
Yamcha looked into the other’s basket and frowned. “Is that your dinner?”
Confused at the unexpected question, Vegeta looked up at the other who gestured towards his basket. “Oh. Yes, it is. I don’t have a lot of money now, so all I can afford is junk food.” He laughed lightly in a nervous way. What does he care? He’s a college student. It’s expected.
Yamcha pondered in what he should do to help the student and came up with an idea. “How ‘bout I buy your groceries? You can pick anything you like and I’ll pay for it.” He suggested with a smile. He decided that this would be better than buying the younger dinner, he didn’t want to scare the student off.
Vegeta blushed at the suggestion and suddenly became nervous. “Uh…th-that’s nice of you, but I couldn’t accept. I don’t want to waste your money-”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. Think of it as a little welcome gift. After all, I’d feel better knowing that you ate a decent meal.” Yamcha smiled charmingly, trying to win over the student’s trust. He couldn’t help but stare at the lithe teen’s tan face. That red color looked good on him. He studied the rest of the others’ body and tried not to lick his lips.
Vegeta thought about it for a minute. Well, they are in a public place and he really wouldn’t mind mooching off of someone if they really insisted on it. “Okay.”
“Great! Now, go ahead and pick anything you like.” The kind man gestured around the place for the student to choose.
Vegeta looked around, not knowing what to get, before pasta came into his mind (pasta is constantly on MY mind >.>). After going around the store and getting whatever he wanted, he realized that the amount of food he’d gotten would last him awhile. When they got to Vegeta’s car, Yamcha helped him put away his groceries. “Thank you so much. I never thought there were people as nice as you around. I almost feel terrible taking advantage of this.” The student answered with a smile.
Yamcha waved him off. “Oh, think nothing of it. I insisted after all and it feels good to help someone every once in a while.” He smiled that charming smile again, which caused the other to blush, not looking him in the eyes with his shyness. “So, do you need any help unpacking? Or are you all moved in?”
Vegeta looked at the nice man in surprise and alarm. He didn’t feel quite comfortable letting the man know where he lives. “Um, actually, I just have a couple boxes left to unpack and then I’ll be finished. Besides, I’m still hunting for a job and I was planning to go apply somewhere I was interested in, but thank you for all you’ve done. You’ve already helped me out a lot.” He smiled nervously, hoping that his lie would work.
Yamcha pondered over the other’s answer and nodded. “Okay. Maybe we’ll bump into each other again sometime. Oh! I almost forgot.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. “Here. It’s the town’s main attraction.”
Vegeta took the card and read what it said:
‘Grandma Perry’s Doll House’

The dolls will seem alive when you see their excellent handmade craftsmanship and detail!

See us between 5:30 p.m. and 12:00 a.m. at 904 Sherman Rd.

We can’t wait for you to see the magic of our work.
Next to the description was a picture of a triangular-shaped, cotton doll that had balls of yarn on its head, button eyes, and a fake smile. Vegeta shivered at it. Why would they choose something so creepy for the advertisement? Couldn’t it be more realistic and not so 18th century? Vegeta read over the description again. However, it seemed both boring and scary. Why would he go and see this? Although, it would be good to visit some more of the town folk and see the town’s attraction. Perhaps he’ll see it when he has the time.
“My great grandmother started her own doll collection and then my grandmother continued on with her work. She made hundreds of them and thought she’d make a business out of it. But if the dolls don’t interest you, then her mansion would. It’s where the attraction is. You should come and see it sometime. Who knows? I might be there too.” Yamcha smiled in hope.
“Her…mansion?” Vegeta’s never been in a mansion before. Perhaps he would go. “Alright. I’ll go when I have some free time.”
“Great! It was nice meeting you. Hopefully I’ll see you soon.” Yamcha smiled and waved then left the younger’s sight.
Vegeta sighed. That was…kinda creepy. Just the way the man smiled…maybe it was all in his head. Shrugging it off, he stuck the card in his pocket and got into his car, then headed back to his apartment. After putting away his groceries, he put the frozen pasta he chose into the microwave and waited for it to heat. Meanwhile, he couldn’t help but think about the strange nice man who paid for his food. He seemed like an odd guy, especially the way that he looked at him. Vegeta hugged his arms, as if covering himself will make the other man forget what he looked like. But, the guy wasn’t half bad looking himself. His short spiky hair accentuated his young face, but his mischievous eyes brought out his odd smile. Vegeta shivered at the memory. Hopefully he won’t have to see him again, but maybe he’s got it all wrong. After all, he shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover. The ding of the microwave brought him out of his thoughts as he took out his food and dug in.
After his meal, he decided to go ahead and apply at the construction company before they closed. When he looked at the paper again, he looked at the address and realized that they weren’t far. In fact, they were right around the corner, he wouldn’t even have to drive. Great, he wouldn’t have to waste gas. As the student stood from his seat in the living room, he heard something lightly hit the floor. When he looked down, he realized it was the card that Yamcha gave him. It must’ve fallen out of his pocket. He bent over and picked it up, then inspected. He suddenly had second thoughts about visiting the place and just stuck it back in his pocket.
As he made his way out the door and down the stairs, he headed towards the parking lot instead of walking around the building and to the company like he planned, but he didn’t notice as he got into his car and drove around the block. When he saw the place to apply at, he tried to drive towards it, but missed it as he seemed to be going too fast. Deciding to turn at the next block, he somehow found it difficult to get in the left lane. Suddenly, as if remembering what he was doing, he wondered why he got into the car in the first place. It wasn’t a very far drive, how come he took the car? Realizing that he was driving too fast to turn around, he tried slowing down, but for some reason the car wasn’t responding. Hold on, the car wasn’t responding because…he wasn’t responding. For some reason, he seemed frozen in place and couldn’t move his foot towards the brake.
After awhile, as if just waking up or coming to his senses, the road seemed pitch black as he drove on. When did it get dark? Panicking, Vegeta quickly turned on the headlights and just as he did so, the car almost seemed to have slowed down on its on accord and turned into a driveway. While turning, he noticed a small car behind him as it followed him into the drive. The car seemed to have the advertisement of the doll mansion painted onto it’s exterior. Now, looking ahead, he noticed it was the mansion he was coming to. It was at least six stories and seemed white, but the faint glow of the yellow lights that encompassed the front and the soft glow of the moon, made it look like a blended beige. If the size didn’t get his attention, then it was the strange cotton dolls that littered the porch and sat along the path from there to the drive. They were the same dolls that were used on the advertisement card. Vegeta wanted to shiver at the sight of the dolls greeting him, but somehow controlled the action.
As he got out of his car, he realized that someone else had pulled up behind him, along the line of other cars that were here before them. This place really was the main attraction, but it seemed to be out in the middle of nowhere. He looked around and noticed the city lights in the distance. Wow. It really was in the middle of nowhere. Hearing car doors shut behind him, he looked to the new visitors, who seemed to be a mother and a son. Both said nothing as they made their way to the entrance. Vegeta had an odd feeling about this whole place. In fact, ever since he met that strange man at the store, he’s been getting this feeling. And how did he even get there? Looking back at his car, he debated about leaving. After all, he still had a job to apply to, but then again, they’re probably already closed. Not even thinking about the time, he watched the mother and child make their way down the sidewalk and followed them.
Just as they got to the entrance, an old lady with short, gray, wavy hair greeted them. “Hello! I’m Grandma Perry. Welcome to my doll house. Please, come inside.” She held open the door and waited for her guests to come inside. As soon as they were in, Vegeta vaguely noted how big the place was. Not only that, but it was completely littered with dolls. Everywhere he looked there were dolls. Either made of cloth, porcelain, or straw there were all kinds. Stopping his search in front of him, he noticed a girl with dark curls and a red dress that went down to her knees and was staring at them with a blank stare. Her tanned skin accentuated her curls and brought out the color of her dress more. She looked just like a doll. “This is Anne, my granddaughter. She’ll help us lead the way on our tour. After all, I am an old lady and sometimes forget where I am in this place.” Grandma Perry said with an embarrassed smile.
However, Vegeta already forgot the girl’s name as they made their way across the enormous room and up the narrow stairs. They all had to hunch as they did so, since the ceiling wasn’t very high. He noted the poor architecture on the stairs, but quickly dismissed the idea as they climbed. Meanwhile, the old lady rambled on about her dolls and the mansion, but Vegeta didn’t listen as he ignorantly followed the two visitors in front of them and continued on up the stairs. Although, it seemed rather strange that they weren’t stopping on every floor they came to, where hundreds of dolls scattered about, they kept going up the claustrophobic stairs.
After going up four flights of stairs, their little tour group split off. Before Vegeta knew it, he was following the girl in the red dress. Vaguely coming to his senses, he continued following the girl up the stairs before wondering where the others went. “Where did the rest of the group go?”
The girl didn’t look at him as they continued to climb; his back was starting to hurt from hunching over the whole time. “Grandma Perry took them to the third floor, where there is a secret room that can only be reached on that floor.” She answered blankly as they reached the top floor.
“Oh.” Vegeta didn’t think about how weird that was as the strange, straw dolls were starting to make a come back the higher they went. “How many of these straw dolls did she make?” He couldn’t help but ask.
“Seventy-four.” She answered simply. The student awed at the number and stopped climbing the stairs as the girl stopped in front of him. When he looked in front of her to see why they’ve stopped, he realized they reached the top floor. In front of the girl were two dolls dressed in red that came up to her knee, blocking their way. They looked almost identical to her. She then turned to him, suddenly having more life in her eyes. “Actually, I’m not really her granddaughter.” She said carefully and almost fearfully as she stared at him.
Vegeta’s heart suddenly started pounding harder as fear pumped throughout his being. He had a feeling something was wrong. He looked behind him, in case the grandmother was near or heard her. He looked back at her. “You’re not?” He somehow asked in a non-nervous tone.
“No. I’m-” She suddenly cut off, as if afraid to say the next part. Then, her eyes grew cold and blank again and slowly turned her head forward. She stepped in between the two dolls and waited for him to do the same. Vegeta stared at her with confusion. Did she suddenly forget what she was going to say? Or was she too afraid? Suddenly, he was no longer interested, he stepped between the two dolls and continued following the girl.
Once again, as if waking from sleep, Vegeta was brought back to the present, but didn’t know where he was. “Now you see the secret in making my life-like dolls.” The old woman’s voice brought his attention to her. The lost student looked down and saw someone tied up on the floor, unconscious. She appeared to be the same woman that was with him in the tour, but her son was no where to be found. He started to panic, but remained frozen in place. He then looked up to the old woman when he heard something metal hit something wooden and noticed that she held a butcher knife, then came over to kneel down next to the body and continued to explain the secret to making her dolls. “I cut off whatever flaw the body has and replace it with something better. For instance, you see this girl’s skin. It has too many freckles and other markings that flaw the skin. So, I’ll simply cut it off and probably replace it with porcelain, designer paper, or wallpaper. Personally, I prefer wallpaper because it lasts longer and is much stronger.” She explained all this while circling certain places with her knife and moved it to gesture around the woman’s closed eyes. “Her eyes will probably have to go too because they’ll have too much life in them. Then, I shall replace them with these glass ones.” She picked up a pair of glass eyes and held them out for him to see.
Vegeta was terrified, but at the same time, wasn’t sure that he believed her. If she was telling the truth, then this woman actually used human bodies to make her dolls come to life, but if she was crazed, then he was looking for the next exit out. Somehow, Vegeta tried his best not to act panicked, which he was doing surprisingly well as he looked around the room in a casual manner. He actually noticed that there were hundreds of stuffed animals…and blood splattered the walls and floors. However, somehow ignoring that important fact, he wondered if she used the stuffed animals in making the actual dolls. “So, do you use the stuffed animals as well?” He asked calmly, not even surprised that he asked something so casually.
Grandma Perry stood and studied the body below her. “I can. Although, I do mix and match sometimes. There are times where the hair is wrong and I’ll put together a wig from the stuffed animals’ fur.” She turned her studying gaze to him as he tried his best to remain calm, which still didn’t seem to be that hard. “Well, shall we go to the kitchen? I believe we’re working on one right now.” She laid down her knife on one of the counters and made her way up some stairs.
Vegeta wondered vaguely where they were before completely dismissing the idea and followed her. Not remembering at all how they got to the kitchen, he was staring at another victim that was being worked on by a few other workers, whom Vegeta didn’t even bother asking about. The victim appeared to be a boy, probably the woman’s son, who was currently getting his scalp removed, his eyes taken out, and his mouth sewn shut. For some reason, Vegeta didn’t know how to react to the scene. He looked at it as if someone were putting on wallpaper and watching it dry. What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he express his emotions? And why has he been periodically blacking out since he got there? Panic coming and going, his fear seemed to be blocked out of his mind as he continued to watch the scene with a blank stare.
The sadistic, old woman next to him sighed in what seemed like admiration as she watched her workers work on her latest doll. Vegeta couldn’t tell if the boy was still alive or not, since he wasn’t moving or screaming for that matter. Perhaps he’ll get his answer soon enough. “It’s so rare to find a good specimen such as this. Hardly had to change anything on him.” She then looked to him again, as if wondering the same thing about his appearance. However, Vegeta didn’t think on the look as he concentrated on getting out of there. “Anyway, shall we proceed with the tour?” Grandma Perry asked in a heartwarming tone as she waited for a reply. Vegeta merely nodded as she made her way passed him and lead the way forward.
Throughout the rest of the tour, Vegeta was surprised that he didn’t black out, but instead, got to see something even more horrifying. There appeared to be three dolls sitting on a painted bench together, but they closely resembled three women mingling with each other, which was the other thing that terrified the student. The dolls were actually moving on their own accord. Moving a little closer, it seemed that the dolls had flowery wallpaper for skin, but it appeared that they didn’t have any mouths made into their new skin. Automatically assuming that these were more victims, he realized that their mouths must’ve been sewn shut and wallpaper was then pasted over them. Their dull curls bounced as they looked back and forth between each other, as if actually carrying on a conversation, but no sound came out.
Even more terrified at the display, Vegeta noticed the old woman making her way to a corner where it looked like more of her work was laying. “These are my best work, I should say. They are my four porcelain dolls. What do you think?”
The student was having trouble voicing his opinion as he stared at the dolls in terror. Two of them were leaned against the ones that were sitting up, who sat in their frozen prison. While the others didn’t appear to be breathing and laid in their cold death as the others just stared in space, but upon closer inspection, he realized that their eyes were a dull glass and that was all they were able to do. Each had a different color dress, blue, red, purple, and yellow; all were frilly and either expensive or handmade. Their hair was done the same, but each had different colored hair. Red, brunette, blonde, and black were pulled up in a style that Vegeta was sure was out of fashion.
However, Grandma Perry didn’t wait for her guests’ response as she continued on. “Of course, they had many flaws in their design, so I changed a few things. I wanted them all to look the same. So, of course their skin had to be changed and I wanted to get a little more creative with the hair.” She held a wrinkly hand up to her mouth as she studied her art. Then, once again, turned her attention to her guest. “I’m looking for one that doesn’t have any flaws. The perfect doll that I wouldn’t have to do any work on.” She gestured her hands in an excited gesture as she scrutinized the student up and down.
Vegeta stood still, completely ignoring the old lady, as he stared at the four, half-alive dolls. Don’t they feel anything? Why are the ones alive just sitting there? Even though they no longer have sight, why don’t they try and escape? His face remained blank from emotion as his insides felt like they were going to explode from the sheer panic he was feeling. He wondered vaguely if this is what they were feeling. It must be awful. However, he didn’t wonder how they became that way, as his mind became blank once again, and followed the owner into the next room.
Suddenly feeling a cool breeze, Vegeta came back to reality and realized he was outside, saying goodbye to the old woman. “Thank you for your visit. I do hope you return and see my new works of art.” She smiled in a way as if she’d actually miss him.
Feeling a little more free now that he was outside, he somehow managed to get his thoughts in order. He tried not to appear in a hurry to leave in his panic as he casually made small talk with the old woman, which was once again, easy to do. “I will. You have wonderful talent.” The student shivered, but he didn’t know if he was cold or if the fear was finally physically showing itself.
“My, it sure did get cold out.” The old woman noted as she looked into the night.
Vegeta shivered again at the notion. “Yes, but I’m sure it’ll warm up again tomorrow.” He couldn’t believe they were going to let him leave after what he saw. He turned his head towards his red mustang and inched a little more that way, while keeping his attention on the sadistic old woman; still not trying much to appear calm.
The old woman nodded as she looked at something behind him.
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Slowly rousing, Vegeta slowly opened his eyes, as if being woken from a deep sleep. What the hell happened to him? Was it all a dream? It would make a lot of since if it was. He turned his head slightly and looked up to a ceiling he didn’t recognize. Oh, but he did just move in. It’s just his new apartment ceiling, he’ll have to get used to it for now. He suddenly tensed when he heard other voices in the room and slowly turned his attention to them. He recognized one of them to be the man he met at the super market and the other to be the crazed old woman from his dream. Wait, if she’s here, then it wasn’t a dream. Panic suddenly gripping him, he moved to sit up, but then realized he couldn’t move his arms. Looking down, he noticed that his hands were tied in front of him and something was tied around his mouth. Oh, no. He’s just like that woman that he saw tied up earlier. Soon, he’ll probably be in place of the boy he saw being hacked up before. He shut his eyes, hoping for all the Gods that this was just another dream. When he opened them again, he noticed the two were looking down at him.
“Ah. He’s awake.” Yamcha awed as if he just got a puppy for Christmas. Vegeta’s brows scrunched in confusion and fear as he thrashed. However, he couldn’t move very much since his legs and waist seemed to be tied down as well. This seemed pretty odd, considering that he wasn’t able to move much before, despite his emotions.
Grandma Perry looked up at her grandson. “So? Have you made your decision?”
Yamcha smiled sadly as he bent over to touch Vegeta’s face lovingly. “I don’t know. I still want him to be himself and yet, I want him to be like a doll.”
His grandma sighed in frustration. “You’re going to have to explain.”
Yamcha’s smile turned into a smirk as he rotated more so Vegeta could look at him right side up. “His color is unique. None of your dolls mimic it.”
Grandma Perry stared at Vegeta in confusion. “I can understand how you admire him, but I can copy the color. Look at Anne. She’s the same color.”
Yamcha shook his head. “No, not that. Here, I’ll show you.” He reached for the rag that covered Vegeta’s mouth and pulled it away. The student panted as his fear escalated. What were they going to do to him? Yamcha smiled and bent down to cover his lips with his own. Vegeta blushed fiercely at the unexpected move and started to fight off the other. However, with his limited movement, it was futile. After a moment of enjoying the touch, Yamcha pulled back and stared at his prize in awe. “You see now? This color.”
The grandmother leaned over to inspect the color in Vegeta’s face closer and nodded in understanding. “Yes. A remarkable color indeed. I see now why you’re having such a hard time deciding. Perhaps, he doesn’t need change. His hair is one of a kind and his skin is flawless. But the eyes…” She trailed off in thought.
Yamcha sighed in disappointment. “I know. The eyes…they’re all the same. They’d be even more beautiful if there was nothing in them.” He mused as he ran his thumb over the light blush that remained in the student’s cheeks.
Vegeta turned his head so Yamcha wouldn’t touch him. “And what? You think doll eyes aren’t all the same? What do you want with me?” He kind of already has an idea, but he was hoping he was wrong. He struggled in his bonds more, but Yamcha grabbed the rope tied around his hands to hold him still. The look he was giving him was undecipherable and this scared Vegeta more than anything.
“Perhaps he is right. Besides, I do love his shy nature. And how would I get that reaction from him if his eyes are missing?” Yamcha pondered as he stared deeply into obsidian, then decided to answer the beauty’s question. “What do you think we’re going to do with you? I’m going to make you mine. Your personality and appearance are what I’m craving for.” He stroked Vegeta’s face as he said this. “And that is very rare, considering that I never go for the personality, but I guess…it’s what brings out that color in you.” He stared at his face in admiration, as if waiting for that blush to appear again.
The grandmother pondered as well. “Hm. I have an idea. Go. I’ll prepare him for you.” Yamcha looked at his grandmother with worry. “Don’t worry. I won’t change anything. I simply have an idea and I want to see if you’ll like it.” She smiled mischievously at her grandson, who smiled back at her.
“You always know what I like.” He stood and left the room as Grandma Perry busied herself around the room.
Vegeta didn’t see what she was doing, as his movement was limited, but it seemed like she was moving items around him where he was laying. After awhile, he had enough wondering and voiced his worries. “What are you doing you crazy old-?!” Suddenly, he no longer felt worried or scared. In fact, he didn’t feel anything at all as he relaxed in his position and stared blankly at the ceiling.
Grandma Perry kneeled down next to him and smiled at his position. “There we go. And it took 23 of them to calm you down. You’re a strong one, aren’t you? I can see why my grandson has taken a liking to you.” She smiled and hummed merrily as she stood to prepare clothes for the stoic beauty on the floor.
Just when Yamcha couldn’t take anymore waiting, his grandmother entered the room with his lovely doll beside her. He seemed to be frozen by the beauty that the other male presented as his jaw slacked in his awe. “Oh, grandmother. He’s perfect.” He slowly advanced towards the other as he studied his appearance. Vegeta wore a white, short sleeve shirt that was completely unbuttoned with jeans that hugged in the right places and were also unbuttoned, and a black choker. One of his grandmother’s soul dolls was cradled in his right arm as he stared blankly ahead. When Yamcha reached him, he took his face in his hands and kissed him passionately. Vegeta didn’t react to the kiss as he let Yamcha handle him however he wanted, his half-lidded eyes continued to stare coldly.
“This one’s strong, Yamcha. It took 23 of my soul dolls to subdue him, instead of fifteen or less.” The old woman explained. “So, I transferred them all into this one doll. If it’s not constantly with him, then he’ll gain back some sense of his self, but he won’t be able to move much. Now, I just need more souls to make up for the ones that don’t have them.” She explained further, ignoring her grandson’s passionate moment as she explained all the important details of his new toy.
Yamcha slowly pulled back and watched his beloved new toy’s reaction. However, he was disappointed when the blush didn’t appear. He frowned as he stroked the blank student’s face, as if doing the simple action would cause the color to appear. “I don’t like it. He’s not reacting.”
His grandmother sighed. “Of course he’s not reacting. I have enough souls in that doll to kill a few people.”
“Well, I want him to react!” Yamcha suddenly yelled at the old woman, who sighed in frustration.
“I just explained to you what you should do to change that.” She crossed her arms and frowned.
Yamcha thought for a moment before taking the doll away from Vegeta and tossed it to his grandmother. After waiting a bit, Vegeta reacted to the man in front of him and pulled back. However, Yamcha stepped forward and captured him before he could get away. “It’s alright. You’re with me now.” He said comfortingly, but for some reason, that didn’t comfort Vegeta.
How in the world did he get here? And why did he keep blacking out? Vegeta tried pushing away from the man who held him, but came to find out that he didn’t have the willpower. For some reason, it was comforting to be in this man’s arms. “What happened?” He asked with no alarm in his voice. At least he was still able to speak.
Grandma Perry watched the two with the doll in her arms while Yamcha gently let go of him and steadily turned him around, almost as if he’d break. “You see the doll there?” He pointed towards the doll that his grandmother held. “It holds twenty-three souls, which the doll uses to subdue the people with souls.” He explained softly and watched for Vegeta’s reaction.
However, no reaction came as Vegeta merely stared at the doll, but wanting to look away and run. “How did they get in the doll?” He asked simply.
“Well, when people are subdued by them, an empty doll will sit in front of them and stare into their soul, then it’ll take it from them. The soul feeds the doll energy and causes a calming aura to emanate from it. That’s what you’re feeling right now.” Yamcha explained huskily. “However, it’s not the aura that creates our new dolls, it’s the dolls that take the souls to begin with and cause our wonderful creations to not worry about the state they’re in and stay more like a doll.” He turned Vegeta to his left to gesture at the victims that stared into space. Vegeta now knew why the two dolls that were still alive among the four just sat there…because they had no souls.
Vegeta thought his insides were going to burst into pieces from the sheer terror he was feeling. He didn’t know how much more he could stand. If he stayed like this any longer, he was sure to go insane. “I don’t understand. I didn’t come here on my own free will.” His expression and voice remained dead as he stated his confusion.
Yamcha reached into his pocket and pulled out the card that advertised for this place. He placed it in Vegeta’s eyesight and pointed at the picture of the doll. “Since the presence of the dolls effects anyone, then a picture of one can do the same, even control them. Isn’t that remarkable?” He asked in a sultry tone as Vegeta stared at the picture in panic.
“How come it doesn’t effect you?” The student wondered, though at the same time, didn’t care.
“Because it was my great grandmother who created them…and my grandmother, and even I have made a couple. We gave them the power and now it’s time for them to return us a favor.” Yamcha explained with sadistic glee.
Vegeta hesitated in his next question, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer. “And that is?”
Yamcha leaned in closely. “To give us the power over mankind. It’s an unbelievable feeling really. To know that the ones that come under our control, can not live without us.”
Vegeta’s breathing became more erratic as he listened to this madness. “What do you mean?”
Yamcha decided to demonstrate by holding the student close and nuzzled against his face. Vegeta couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. His eyes closed as the warmth of his tormentor filled the cold void in his being. “Notice how good this feels? How it feels to be loved by your creator, your master? Dolls live to be loved. Without love, they don’t live. You need my attention or else you’ll go insane.” Vegeta whimpered at his words, fearing that they might be true, but at the same time wanting it all to be a lie. Yamcha then turned his attention to his grandmother. “I like him better like this. He’s more respondent and obeys me, but at the same time, he’s trying to resist.” He smiled as he cuddled his new toy closer.
His grandmother smiled in response. “Oh, Yamcha dear. I’ve never seen you so happy. Perhaps he’s a better replacement than the others?” She clapped her fragile hands together in excitement.
Yamcha nodded. “I believe this one will last longer. He’s certainly not one to ignore.” He kissed Vegeta’s neck lovingly as the student moaned quietly at the attention. What was wrong with him? How come he couldn’t control his voice anymore or move for that matter? Did the doll’s presence really have so much power? He eyed the doll with half-lidded eyes. He had to destroy it. It was the only way for him to get out of there, but how can he, if he couldn’t even move?
“But you do realize, grandson, that you’ll eventually tire of him like the others?” Grandma Perry asked in a warning tone as she looked upon her other dolls that were no longer loved, but used for display.
“Oh, I don’t know grandma. It’s hard to say now.” Yamcha whined.
The old woman sighed. “Well, might as well enjoy him now, while you can.”
Vegeta’s panic grew underneath his stony expression. What were they talking about? He wasn’t a doll to be used as they pleased, he was a person. Why must they speak about him like he’s just another toy to be used and thrown away? The student wanted to cry at the unfortunate events that have been happening to him every since he moved there, but the doll’s presence prevented him from showing such emotion.
Yamcha nodded in understanding and smiled. “I will, grandmother.” And with that, he bent down and lifted his new doll into his arms, snatched the soul doll from his grandmother, and carried him upstairs to his room.
Once there, Yamcha placed Vegeta on his bed and the doll next to him before going to his bathroom that lead from his room. There. It was right next to him. All he had to do was grab it and tear it to shreds. Vegeta tried moving his arms, but found it futile. He tried again, a little harder this time, and only moved his hands a half an inch. On the outside, he looked like he was catatonic, but on the inside, he was struggling for his life. Come on! It was right there! Vegeta tried laying down and perhaps knock it further away from himself so he could move, but his body wouldn’t respond. In his head, he begged for some outside source to come and save him, but the thought was pointless. He didn’t want to be used for some lunatic’s sick fantasy. He just wanted to go home. The more the student thought about his predicament, the more depressed he became. The emotion was so strong, tears actually started to form and slowly fell down from his blank eyes as he sat in his frozen prison. If he felt sad enough to cry, then maybe he just had to feel angry enough to move.
Now with a new plan, Vegeta thought of all the things that made him upset. His parents sending him out of state to go to a ‘good’ university when he wasn’t interested in anything at all. That was half of his rage right there. The grandmother and grandson think they can do whatever they want to anyone they like. They see the world as a mere doll house and they force everyone into their own creations. He was so annoyed with people like that. People that think they’re better than others and did whatever the hell they wanted. Vegeta tried again and managed to budge his hand an inch towards the doll. Just a little more.
Perhaps he needed to go at this another angle. If he got out of there, he’d be able to put these people in jail and free the others. Maybe they would get their souls back…but they wouldn’t be back to normal after all the ‘changes’ that Grandma Perry put them through. While thinking about the old woman, she made him think of her grandson, who was just in the other room, but it seemed like he left the house. When was he coming back? The ach for attention that the doll next to him was causing made him want the man to come back and love him, but at the same time, he was afraid of what the man would do. This thought encouraged more sadness and fear instead of hope. Hope would probably give Vegeta a boost of adrenaline, causing him to move more, but sadness takes the energy out of him and all he would be able to do is shed tears. Okay, happier thoughts. If he got out of here, he could finally make a living and go through school to get a better job. Hopefully his dream job. Then, he could see his parents again and his friends. He would be able to live another day with only the worries of a job and to pass school, instead of worrying whether not he’d be able to make it another day immobilized. However, there are handicapped people out there who seem to make it through the day. Why can’t he? It could be because that he has the ability to move and knows the source in getting his mobility back.
Trying again, he managed to move his hand another half an inch and successfully knocked the doll on the floor. Feeling better with this achievement, Vegeta tried moving again and was happy to see that he could move a little more. Struggling to push himself off the bed, he slowly stood and faced the doll. He struggled to bring his right foot back and shot it forward. Only for his leg to not get enough speed from the movement and only succeeded in kicking the doll a few feet away from him, instead of across the room like he wanted. However, it was enough for him to move a little more as he struggled his way towards the door. Wait. Surely there were more of those things around just waiting to put him into another doll coma again. In fact, these things were all over the mansion. Vegeta ignored any worse case scenarios and decided to get the hell out.
Not bothering to look at the bathroom door, he robotically opened the door to the bedroom and made his way through it. Feeling a little more giddy now while panting his relief that he was out of the room and hasn’t been caught yet, he looked around for a way out. He blacked out again on the way to the room, so he can’t remember how he got there. Finding some stairs a little ways down the hallway, he hurried towards them in a fast walk. When he got to them, he realized that he was able to move more and almost cried at the freedom he was feeling. However, he wasn’t out of there yet and kept his mind on getting out of there…and keeping an eye out for anymore of those dolls. Quietly making his way downstairs, he noticed some more of the soul dolls on some of the steps in his path. He paused in his step and thought about what to do. There was no other way out, at least as far as he knew. Vegeta really wished that he was more conscious throughout the tour, so he could find a way out. It’s a mansion. There should be more than one way. However, he also remembered some important information. The old woman said that it took 23 dolls to subdue him. In front of him, there were only five. There were also some at the entrance, but not enough for him to black out again. Feeling a little better about the situation, he crept forward one step at a time, waiting for the dolls to take effect on him.
When he took another step closer, he immediately noticed the calming effect the dolls were giving off and paused. Waiting a moment longer, he realized that that’s all they were going to do. Getting a little braver, he took another step, but there was no difference. “Vegeta?!” The student’s heart jumped at the sound of Yamcha calling for him. He looked upstairs, but didn’t see any sign of the man yet. Deciding to hurry this along, he quickly made his way down the rest of the stairs and to the next floor. When he stopped on the floor, he looked around, wondering if it was the first floor or not. Not seeing an exit and seeing more stairs, he headed towards them. “Vegetaaaaa!”
Vegeta’s heart going into overdrive, he felt a burst of adrenaline as he sprinted down the stairs, vaguely noticing some more of the dolls on his way. “Yamcha?” Vegeta heard the old woman’s questioning voice close by, but didn’t know where. Now becoming very alarmed, he paused in his steps and listened to the voice. “Yamcha, what’s wrong?” Grandma Perry called again while her grandson shouted out his frustration, as if that’d answer her question. Noticing that her voice was somewhat muffled still, Vegeta cautiously continued down the stairs and to the next floor. “Yamcha?!” Obviously being alarmed at her grandson’s outburst, the old woman sounded a bit closer as Vegeta reached the next floor.
Relief filled Vegeta when he realized that she was on the floor below him. Stopping on the floor he was on, he searched around the enormous room for a place to hide. He paused in panic for a moment when he saw a bunch of the soul dolls on one side of the room. He wasn’t sure how many were there, but it looked enough to be twenty three. Rushing to the other side of the overly-decorated doll room, he hid behind a life-size, but not a victim, doll and tried not to breathe. He waited a moment as he heard the grandma’s footsteps and tensed when they came closer and stopped on this floor. He tried not to whimper in fear and pray for her to not find him, but the pause was momentary as she continued upstairs. How much longer until he made it out of there? Slowly peeking out from behind the doll, he watched as the old woman went up the next flight of stairs and continued to call out to her grandson. Quickly leaving his hiding spot, Vegeta rushed over to the stairs that went down and sprinted down them like his life depended on it, which it probably did.
As he reached the next floor, he found no more stairs to go down and realized that he must be on the first floor. Quickly looking around himself, he decided to go one direction and see if he’ll get lucky. While roaming around from room to room, his breathing became more labored as he panicked in finding his way out. Hurry, hurry, hurry! They could come down any minute! He’s almost there! On the verge of crying frustrated tears, he was starting to lose hope when he came across a room that looked familiar. It was the room with the still-life victims trapped in their doll form. Pausing at the familiar and horrifying scene, he remembered that he blacked out sometime after this. Which means that the exit can’t be far! Since that was the last thing he remembered before he ended up in the basement. Slowly making his way across the room and into the next, he looked around for anymore of the soul dolls and spotted them right by the front door. “Damn!” Vegeta couldn’t help but shout his misfortune.
However, he realized that was a mistake as he heard a voice and footsteps come down the stairs above him. “Did you hear that?” He heard Yamcha ask as they paused on their decent down.
“Hear what?” The old woman asked.
“I thought I heard him.” Yamcha replied with hope.
Vegeta panicked at how close they were and tried to think of another way around. In order to get around them, he had to go back around the other rooms where he first entered the mad house. However, he had to delay that plan as the footsteps came closer and Yamcha’s panicked voice practically in the next room. “Damn it! How did he manage to move on his own?!” Vegeta tried not to whimper in panic again as he searched for another hiding place.
“It’s because you didn’t have the doll with him.” Grandma Perry answered him.
“But I did! I placed it right next to him!” Yamcha shouted back.
“No, it’s supposed to be on him. If it’s not touching him, then he can have the slightest will to move. I told you we should’ve taken out his soul. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be in this predicament.” She said in a nervous tone.
“And I said I didn’t want him like that! He was perfect the way he was!” Yamcha growled back at her.
Vegeta looked underneath couches and chairs, but noticed that he either won’t be able to fit under them or they would notice him easily. Finding a door, he quickly went for it and turned the doorknob, only to realize that it was locked. Getting a little more panicked as the footsteps came closer, he noticed the four half-alive dolls in the corner that sat on a lounging couch and dashed towards them. Not coming up with any other idea, he moved one of them and situated himself behind them while attempting to resituate the one he moved. Two of them were still sitting there while the other two leaned against them…the same position they were in the last time he saw them. Vegeta laid himself behind the four and out of sight, just in time for Yamcha and his grandmother to enter the room. He shivered slightly as the shirt he was wearing revealed his chest and abs more. He tried to keep his breathing under control as he looked in between the dolls. He saw Yamcha’s displeased face and his grandmother’s worried expression as she looked around with nervousness.
“Shit. I thought he would be in here.” Yamcha hit the wall in his anger.
“We didn’t look enough on all the floors. Perhaps he’s hiding?” Grandma Perry suggested as her grandson made a dash for the front door and looked outside.
“His car’s still here. Perhaps you’re right.” He looked around the place with suspicion as he locked and bolted the front door. “If he gets out, we’ll know. Now come on. I can’t let him escape.” Yamcha said as he looked around the rooms once more and made his way towards the stairs.
“You really love him, don’t you Yamcha?” Grandma Perry asked with a smile.
Yamcha smirked. “Of course. He’s not like any other I’ve seen. I must have him in my collection.” He said with determination.
Vegeta gasped in fear at the words and quickly covered his mouth at the sound. He prayed that no one heard that. Yamcha paused as he was about to head upstairs and looked around again. After a suspenseful moment, he decided to move on. “Come on. Before he gets away.” He said while heading upstairs.
Knowing that this was his moment to get out, Vegeta waited a while longer until the footsteps reached the second floor. He was about to move when he realized that he could hear them talking. He paused. If their voices could carry down to the first floor, then they would be able to hear him try and get out the front door. He decided to wait until they were at least a couple floors up, giving himself enough time to escape. While on the subject, Vegeta thought about his car. Of course he was going to get away in his car, but what about his keys? He quickly searched all of his pockets on the pants he wore and realized they were empty. Shit. Before he could go into another state of panic, a thought occurred to him. Did he ever get his keys when he got out of the car? A small bit of hope calmed his pounding heart, but it was still a risk. He needed every second he could get to escape. He couldn’t just run down the road towards town, it’ll take all night…he won’t make it. Deciding to chance it, he continued waiting until the voices and the footsteps disappeared up to the third floor.
Vegeta tensed as he got ready to bolt for the entrance. Maybe he should wait a bit longer until they reached the next floor? That way, it’ll take longer for them to come down, but they’ll be running. With those stupid soul dolls everywhere, he can’t run to his full potential. As soon as he leaves, those dolls are going to be waiting for him. The student tried not to groan out his frustration. At least he won’t black out, so that gave him a chance, but it was a very risky one. Waiting a moment to see if he heard anyone, he slowly sat up and quietly moved one of the dead dolls in front of him. While doing this, the doll slipped, causing it’s porcelain head to clink with the other’s arm. He cringed and tensed, waiting for the running footsteps to reach the first flight of stairs. After a moment, no sound was heard. Taking this as a good sign, Vegeta slowly scooted off of the couch and carefully crawled over the dead victim. He held his breath in suspense as he did so, trying all he could to not make any more sounds.
He breathed a sigh of relief as his feet touched ground, but was startled as the doll fell from the couch and hit the floor with a shatter. The dolls that were alive jumped at the unexpected sound, but didn’t make any other move as they continued to stare forward. He silently cursed and looked down at the broken doll. However, a gasp escaped as he looked at the doll’s shattered face. Rotting flesh peeked out from beneath the porcelain as glass eyes stared ahead. Vegeta gagged at the smell that greeted him, but didn’t have the time to gross out as he heard footsteps and shouts. Not thinking, he made a dash toward the entrance, but was greeted with the twenty some or more soul dolls that blocked his path. Stopping, he quickly tried to find another hiding place. However, he ran out of time as the footsteps reached the bottom of the stairs. Panicking, he listened to the voices as they made their way towards the source of the sound. The student clung to the walls and made his way into the other room, where the soul dolls didn’t make an appearance, but in the next room there were a few.
“Ahhhh! My little girl! She’s broken!” He heard the old woman exclaim and what sounded like broken glass being moved around.
“Damn! He was hiding behind them!” Yamcha ignored his grandmother’s masterpiece as he growled out his frustration. “He’s on the first floor, but he hasn’t escaped.” He said with relief. “Otherwise, we would’ve heard him.”
His grandmother cried as Vegeta listened for any other movement. Will that woman shut up?! The grandson could be anywhere and he’s out in the open! Vegeta’s breathing got more erratic as he panicked at the thought of Yamcha being just around the corner. Not chancing it, he looked around the corner in the next room and didn’t see anyone. He then crept around the corner, hugging the wall and staying away from the evil dolls. Stopping in the middle of the room, he eyed the front door. It was right there. He was almost there. His heart skipped a beat when he heard a creak nearby. Afraid to look, he slowly glanced towards the way he came and saw Yamcha staring right at him. “I found you.” He practically sang as he smiled.
Vegeta shouted in surprise and sprinted towards the door. Yamcha was in no hurry to catch him as he slowly advanced towards his long awaited prize. When Vegeta reached the door, he quickly worked on the locks while looking back to see how much time he had to escape. However, his movement seemed to slow and realized that the dolls were only a few feet away from him. He pounded on the door in frustration and turned to face the smirking man. The poor student stared at the man in horror as his mind tried to come up with another plan. Looking around, he tried to find a weapon. To his misfortune, there was no weapon in sight, but decided to use the dolls to defend himself instead. Picking up any doll he could find, he threw them at Yamcha in his last efforts to save himself as he eyed the locks. He couldn’t run back upstairs. Not now, while he was so close. He’s right there. He threw a doll every other moment while he fiddled with the locks.
Yamcha paused in his steps as he held his arms in front him and protected himself against his grandmother’s dolls. He grunted as a few porcelain dolls and knots of yarn hit him. He narrowed his eyes through the onslaught and realized that Vegeta was defending himself while trying to escape. He growled as he continued advancing towards his soon-to-be toy. Vegeta took a deep breath as he tried to calm his shaking hands. Come on, come on, come on! It’s not that hard! Just turn this lock…that little click as the lock came undone was like music to his ears. He quickly moved his hand up to the bolt, but then realized that his other hand was light. Vegeta looked at it and realized he was out of dolls. He looked at Yamcha, who stood in agitation, then started panicking again before turning all of his attention on the bolt. “You’re not escaping!” Yamcha shouted before quickening his pace.
Come on! Just slide it! However, it didn’t seem to be as easy since the lock didn’t want to budge. “No! Damn it! Come on!” He hit it in his frustration, causing the lock to come unstuck and letting him unlock it. Still in panic mode, he quickly opened the door, only to have arms wrap around his waist, preventing him from leaving.
“I told you. You’re not escaping.” The sinister voice said as Vegeta struggled for his life.
“No! Let me go!” Vegeta continued to thrash in his captor’s arms. “Please! Don’t take me back! Please! Anything but that!” He begged as Yamcha dragged him from the door while Vegeta tried to grab a hold of the frame, but failed. “Nooooo!”
“I’m never letting you go!” Yamcha shouted back as he made his way up the stairs. However, the task was proving difficult as his prisoner continued to thrash in his arms.
Vegeta arched his back and kept throwing his head backwards, hoping to hit the guy in the face. Doing this action actually threw off Yamcha’s balance and he fell on the stairs. With his head at the same level as Vegeta’s and with him keeping with the same action, Vegeta’s head successfully smashed into Yamcha’s forehead. The grandson screamed in pain as he let go of his prize and held his head where a red mark was forming. Vegeta quickly picked himself up and dashed towards the door again. This time when he opened it, he actually made it outside. Ignoring the cool night air, he tried running towards his car, but because of the dolls out front, he could only go at a steady walk. Come on, come on, come on! Almost there! While agonizing over his slow pace, he heard the front door open and footsteps coming towards him. “N-No…” He tried to scream as he calmly made his way to his car.
Just as he was about to make it, a solid form knocked into his and they both fell to the ground. Gaining a little more movement, Vegeta turned to face the man and struggled underneath him. “No! Let me go!” He pushed against the heavy form while trying to inch his way towards his car.
“Never!” Yamcha shouted back as he took the student’s arms and pinned them above his head.
Vegeta continued to struggle against him. He kicked, begged, and thrashed, but it had no affect on the man above him. “Please. Please, let me go.” He tried again as tears formed and fell from his pleading eyes.
Yamcha wanted to give in to the beauty’s pleading, but he didn’t want him to leave. “I’m sorry, love. But you’re staying with me.” He said in a somewhat pitied tone.
However, the words only made Vegeta cry harder as his efforts died down against the strength of the other. He turned his face away as small whimpers escaped from him. He was so close. So damn close. Curse those dolls, curse these people for doing this to him. What did he ever do to deserve this? Vegeta felt his hands being pushed together and held into one hand as the other came down and stroked his face, wiping his tears away. “My, you’re even more beautiful when you cry.” Yamcha awed as he looked at his new toy in wonder. “But don’t be sad, love. I’ll take good care of you.” He reassured with a smile.
Vegeta sniffled as he thought about his fate. “I-I don’t want to end up like them.” His voice cracked while keeping his face away from the other.
“You won’t. I promise. No, you’re much more than that.” Yamcha said with excitement as he continued to stroke the student’s tear streaked face.
Vegeta didn’t know whether to be relieved or afraid and turned his face towards his demented captor. “Then…wh-what are you going to do to me?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Then Yamcha leaned down over his prisoner and whispered in his ear. “I’m going to love you. Like a doll like you should be loved.” He smirked when he saw the fear in his new doll’s eyes and his breathing sped up.
Vegeta shook his head slightly, not wanting to believe the words that were spoken to him. “No…”
“Oh, yes.” Yamcha replied as he sat up. He gripped Vegeta’s wrists and pulled him up with him.
Vegeta shuddered as he was lifted off the cold ground and the cool night air surrounded him as he stood. He watched in stunned silence as Yamcha bent down and pushed his right shoulder into him. Causing him to bend forward slightly as Yamcha settled Vegeta’s weight on him and stood. Vegeta gripped the shirt on Yamcha’s back as he was carried toward the entrance to the nightmarish house. “N-No…no, please…”
“You’re begging isn’t going to help you, love.” Yamcha said simply as he entered the mansion.
The only sound was the old woman’s sobbing over her broken doll and Vegeta’s heart pounding in fear as he was carried upstairs. Outside of the mansion, the night was quiet. Not even the crickets were chirping at this sinful location, but the chilling night air was the only companion as another victim’s screams and pleas cried throughout the mansion. The dolls the only ones to hear his pain and pitied him as he was taken advantage of and tortured over and over again by his crude master. However, Vegeta was thankful for this attention…because a doll can’t live without it’s master’s love.
The End
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Wow. Even I didn’t expect this turn of events, hehe. Anyway, I couldn’t decide on the ending. I didn’t know if I wanted to end it shortly, but brutally, or longer, but not as brutally. :/ The short and brutal would’ve ended like my dream did. Which was getting my brain removed and replaced with cotton and having my eyes replaced with fake glass ones. Since that seemed to be horrific enough, that’s where the dream ended, buuuuut…I guess I decided to make it end like Prom Night. Which was awful by the way, terribly slow and a anti-climatic ending. *sighs* I hope mine wasn’t terribly the same way. :/ But if I didn’t choose the long version, the plot wouldn’t have been explained and everyone would be confused. Oh well, either way you guys don’t get a lemon. :p *laughs maniacally as the metal shield returns* >.> Partly because I’m bad at it, but it wasn’t in the dream either. Then again, lots of things weren’t…this story is twenty some pages long! It was hard enough writing the ending! Be thankful! >.>
I also made the plot more exciting by making the dolls have crazy powers. The black outs and the vague detail in the setting is just how my dreams roll and if I described every room in the house, you’d all be here all day and night, so it was necessary to skip. Oh and forgive me for Vegeta’s appearance. I couldn’t come up with anything…doll-like for him. And…I was trying to go for innocent and sexy, since his personality is different and of course his body is hot. :p So, both had to be shown off. :)
Hope you liked…and don’t think I need help…>.>
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