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The Burning Leftovers of Temporary Madness	By : KahlanN Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Burning Leftovers of Temporary Madness

Chapter Number: 1

Author: Kahlan Nightwing

Pairing: Pi/V

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Angst, character death, yaoi

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is the sole property of Akira Toriyama and all parties therein. I do not claim to own Dragonball, Z, GT or any of its characters. I am making no money from this story.

Summary: It's been 25 years since Vegeta left Earth, leaving behind a grown son and a lot of pain. Now an evil is threatening Earth and he is called to duty. But why did he leave, and what will he find when he gets back?

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Chapter 1

I stare at the words on the screen for a long, silent moment. Blinking, I tear my gaze away from the impossible and convoluted meanings underlying the short and simple message to stare blankly at the man rambling about some new jobs lined up. �Cancel them all.�

He stops, eyes widening as he is interrupted. I rarely if ever do so, unless I�m not listening to him. I usually like the information needed for a kill. �What?�

If that�s the only thing he can say, I have shocked him. �Cancel them all. Something came up. Ready my ship for a week�s trip. I leave tonight. Don�t contact me unless it�s an emergency, I don�t know how long I�ll be gone.�

He tilts his emerald-colored head to one side, his purple lips pursing. �Um, Lord Vegeta, sorry to be blunt, but what�s up?� His green eyes shout �concern�.

I shake my head. �An emergency happened.�

He seems confused, as he should be since the words would make no sense to him. �My lord�.�

�Don�t bother. I won�t explain. Take care of things for me. Feed Grull.�

He starts. I never indicate the huge cat-like creature unless I�m thinking of the past I never mention. He knows that Grull was the creature that found me on that planet so long ago; dehydrated, starving, and not caring if I lived or died. It was he that made me care enough. What he didn�t know was why he had made me want to live.

He sighs. �Yes, my Lord. You�ll contact me when you�re coming back?�

I grin lopsidedly. �Of course, mother.�

He colors and my grin widens. He�s been caring for me for these past twenty-some years and has become so used to worrying it�s second nature to him. I can�t help wondering how I ever developed the patience to put up with his care. Maybe she helped me with that.

My grin falters; then slides completely from my face. Why now? I stand; barely listening as Vulgur lists all the supplies he will be gathering and trying subtly to get more information out of me.

�Just load all the weapons up. I know from experience that these types of emergencies usually take more firepower than anticipated.�

His eyes widen once more, as I have interrupted him again. �Want me to fetch Grull from his nap?�

I give him a sharp glance. The sly devil knows my moods too well. I nod shortly and patiently wait as his four hoofed legs carry him out the door to Grull�s room.

Maybe not so patiently�. I begin to pace: from the window to the desk�window to desk�window to desk. I pause before the desk, staring once again at the black words on the white screen, rereading them, trying to catch any hint of �them� in it. But there is none. He knows better than that. Though he does know I�ll want to know, he also knows I won�t ask. I�ll find out when I get there.

V,

Emergency! Big bad thing. Come quickly�.

T

That was his style. Short, sweet, and to the point. He didn�t get that from her. Then again, I�ve always been extravagant. Maybe it was from some distant relative�or time.

I wonder absently what they�ll all look like after twenty-five years. Will they all even be alive? My musings are cut short by a happy squeal and I�m suddenly flat on my back with a fifty-pound ball of fur as big as I am tall sitting contentedly on my chest, purring as if I should be happy to be pounced.

I growl up at the feline face peering at me, baring teeth that the cat has the audacity to yawn at. �Get off me, you mangy bag of fur! You�re not even fit for a flea, let alone my royal person!�

Grull merely stares at me, as if trying to decide if the words coming from me are worth paying attention to. Deciding they aren�t, he gives a loud purr and bends his face down to mine, rubbing me with the side of his jowl in a motion that has me spitting fur and seriously pissed.

Seeming to know that this time I am angry, Grull carefully extracts himself from me, making sure not to sink any claws in my flesh. I rise indignantly and flash my secretary a glare. He shrugs helplessly, a small grin playing on his dark green skin.

�You could�ve hollered or something,� I snarl at him, saving my dark glares for the cat. Grull simply yawns, showing canines in a display that I would�ve given Nappa if he�d threatened me.

Vulgur chuckles at me and I growl low in my throat. He seems to get the picture that his little joke has gone on far enough. He clears his throat, looking suddenly nervous, and backs out of the room. �Well, I�ve got your packing to do. I�ll leave you two lovebirds alone.�

My eyes whip toward him, firing off a ki blast as he flees out the door and down the hallway. I smirk as I hear the satisfying yelp that signals that he has been properly punished; then turn my burning gaze to Grull, who is sitting on his haunches and disinterestedly watching me.

His black-tipped ears bring out the lines under and around his eyes and mouth and reveal the contrast of golden fur to black markings on body and tail that resemble squares. He blinks golden eyes at me slowly, as if daring me to do anything about his rebellious attitude. �Stupid animal! You�re worse then he is! How dare you mock me! I am the��

He interrupts me by letting out a high-pitched yowl that has me covering my ears in momentary pain. I scowl at him as I shake my head and motion toward the window. �Out. Now. We�re taking this outside.�

He knows the routine by now. Without a complaint, he hops up gracefully on the sill and jumps off. I follow shortly, landing on the ground not two stories down and glaring at him as he sits on the grass and stretches his back leg around and up to clean it with a raspy tongue. He knows I hate the sound of his tongue on his fur.

�Stop that! Are we going to fight, or are you going to groom yourself bald? Would be an improvement on you, I�d say!�

He stops, and it is now he who is glaring at me. He has an uncanny ability to understand not what I�m saying, but how I�m saying it. He knows I�m mocking him now. Serves him right.

He stands on all fours suddenly and I smirk, crouching down and shifting my feet wider apart into a sparring stance. He just stands there though, staring at me.

I lift one corner of my lip. �No, I want to spar. It�s not confessional time.�

He shifts his weight to one side and blinks, nose lifting to scent the air. In one great huff he lets out the smell that bothers his nose. I curse and his tail lifts, slashing the air once. He has smelled something different about me. He knows something�s wrong. Just what I need; Dr. Grull.

He approaches me and I relax my stance, knowing we won�t be fighting this time. I sit down where I am, crossing my legs over each other. I fold my arms across my chest and assume an angry look. Grull comes within touching distance of me and stops, knowing I don�t like him any closer when he wants to be consoling and patient. It just irks me.

�I don�t want to talk about it,� I huff, trying to pretend his staring isn�t affecting me.

He takes a scent of the air around him, of me; and sneezes again. His head lowers for a second and his tail lashes the air repeatedly. Without warning, he leans his head forward, taking my arm in his mouth gently and tugging. I stare at him for a moment before once again heaving a sigh and rising.

He too rises and lets go of my arm, walking away from the building where business and home are and toward the purple forests surrounding us. I follow reluctantly. �Where are we going?�

His answer comes in a half-snuff, half-snarl that tells me I�ll know when I get there. He doesn�t even glance back. I sulk in silence. Since when did I, Prince of the Saiyans, follow a cat around so willingly?

We go deeper and deeper into the lush jungle, the scenery reminding me of a certain boy who�d sent a certain missive. No, he isn�t a boy; wasn�t when I left.

The cat seems to sense my change my mood and turns to stare at me while somehow managing to walk without tripping. I glare back at him, hoping he does trip. Cat-like reflexes honed by years of survival prevent that.

He finally steps off the path three minutes later into the thick forest and I stop by the trail, crossing my arms over my chest. �I�m not going traipsing into the woods like a fairy! There are thorns the size of a short sword out there and I�m not getting my clothes torn!�

The cat continues walking, not even pausing his stride at my somewhat petulant tone of voice. I scowl, weighing my options. Finally, for reasons I�m not studying closely, I curse and step off the path, catching up to the cat with ease.

I wince as I hear a tear from my clothing and glare at the cat�s back. �You�re paying for that with a piece of your hide! Maybe I�ll make a fur coat�.�

He suddenly turns, spinning practically in mid-motion. I barely get my hands up in time before he has me pinned to the forest floor, snarling and gnashing the air above my face as if he�ll rip it off.

I lay perfectly still, eyes wider than I want them to be. He calms immediately and just lies there, blinking golden orbs at me as if I should know exactly what�s going on. Considering he hasn�t attacked me like that since I first met him�.

I scowl, seeing his ploy for what it is. He�s reminding me of that time. Reminding me that this is exactly what I was feeling. Not quite to that extreme, no. But the smell is the same to him. He knows whatever bothered me then is bothering me now.

I sigh. �Get up.� My voice is weary, as if the combination of the walk and his attack has tired me.

He obediently rises, sitting a hand�s length away from me. I rise myself, running a hand through my upright hair in frustration as I think of a way to convey this to him. �I�m going back.�

He cocks his head to one side, an ear flicking the air. I look away from his eyes. �You can�t come with me. I already know how they�ll all react. I don�t want you there to see it. I won�t mix my past and present. I want you to be separate. You�re an epoch in my life. I want to make sure you stay that way so when I get back�.� I trail off, letting the silence grow as oppressive as the cat�s stare is.

I start, jerking back, as I feel warmth pressing into my side. The cat has taken upon itself the sudden urge to rub against me. The side of his body slides along mine, leaving a tingly feeling behind that feels remarkably pleasant.

I smirk. �Stupid thing! You wanted a petting you could have just said something.� He lets out a squeal that sounds like the one he let out when he first pounced me as my gloved hands reach around to scratch behind his ears. I bring his heavy lidded face close to mine, peering into it, allowing my mind to drift and concentrate on each strand of his fur that shimmers in the light thrown on the forest floor by wind-teased leaves.

His tongue reaches out and wipes my face and I push him back, rising quickly and wiping myself on a sleeve with a revolted look. �Disgusting creature! You clean your ass with that!�

The cat seems to make a sound that is suspiciously like a chuckle. Maybe it�s my overactive imagination. �If anything, cat,� I say the word as an insult, �you�re my ass.�

He growls low and shifts his feet; eyes sparkling with the same anticipation my grin takes on. �Oh, so you want it that way, eh? I�ll teach you to use the Prince of Saiyans as a tongue-bather!�

He yowls and leaps at me and I quickly spring to the side and back, charging a ki blast and letting fly straight at his side. Lightening quick, his tail snaps out and catches the blast, rebounding it away from him to crash into a tree, felling it with a loud smack. He rears on his hind paws, one front paw coming up with claws extracted and swiping empty air.

Even though he�s not close enough for a physical blow, I roll away from my position, coming to a crouch behind a rock and wincing as the tree that was behind me falls over, sliced from the telekinetic attack. I smirk as I phase out of existence and pop up behind him, snapping out a front kick that should connect with his underside and send him flying.

He rises to meet me, somehow having landed back on his feet and right back up and around from the time I moved from one place to another. His hind legs make a seemingly impossible leap over my outstretched leg and he�s leaning his top half forward, claws ready to rend and rip.

I curse and make my own lean, flipping myself into a backwards handstand and letting my feet follow to catch him in the rear and send him yelling over me. I quickly flip the rest of the way and spin around, readying another ki blast only to have to let it go prematurely as he recovers sooner than I thought he would.

I�m always thinking of him as just an animal, despite his perceptiveness. It lost me our first battle, and we�d tied many others because of it. All these years have gone by and I�m still underestimating my opponents. I�m just far enough along to admit it a weakness.

The ki blast barely fazes him as he again succeeds in pouncing me. We tumble to the ground and roll over and over, fighting for a position that will lead the other to defeat and ignoring the sharp pains as we fall into rocks and trees. His claws rake my chest and I wince, baring teeth and managing to spit in his face. Hating water as much as any cat, his head jerks back. I take the opportunity to ram a knee into his gut several times, his grip loosening so that I can throw him off and leap up onto my feet.

He is on his back on the ground, trying to right himself, as my hand descends on his throat; fingers digging into the flesh there just enough to let him know that he is dead. He stills, staring up at me, before letting out a loud purr.

Beaming proudly, I straighten, allowing him to rise to his feet. He stares at me, still purring, and makes his way back to the house. I follow silently, feeling a little more at ease now that I�ve beaten someone up. Of course, Grull knows this�.

<* �*�*>

�Are you sure you�ve got everything? Sure you aren�t missing a �fur ball�?�

I roll my eyes exaggeratedly and sigh. �Yes, Vulgur. I�m sure. Let down the potential employers as softly as possible. I still want to do business. I�ll just be�vacationing.�

He quirks a brow, �Strangest vacation I ever heard of, lord. One where you have to work�.�

I snort and climb up the ramp to the inside of the roomy and fast ship. She would be climbing all over the thing, ooh-ing over this or that part of it and trying to figure out how it works. I scowl at my thoughts and turn back to Vulgur. �Stay with Grull as much as possible. That cat vanishes for days at a time and I don�t want him to suddenly pop up where I am�.� That had happened once. One of those times I had underestimated my opponent. Knowing those idiots though, they�d attack the cat if he suddenly just �appeared�.

Vulgur grins. �How am I supposed to keep him here, my lord? I can�t very well put a leash on him.�

I chuckle, thinking of the bloody results of that. �Not if you still want to breathe. I�m pretty sure he understands to stay here. Just reiterate the point a couple times when you feed him. Positive reinforcement.�

Vulgur shook his head. �You could become a zookee��

Growling, I turn and step onto the ship fully, cutting off his remark. �Don�t even say it! I�m a warrior! Not a poop-picker!�

I hear his snicker as the door closes and grin mischievously. Considering the man never cracked a grin when we first met; rather, when the cat had first shoved us together; I think I did pretty well by him.

I sigh as I strap myself in and push the launch button, letting the gravity pull me back into the cushions of the chair. And now I have a week of free thinking-time. Oh joy.

Of course, my thoughts immediately go to the letter. He had sent it. I had told him to if there was an emergency, but after twenty-five years I had fully expected never to hear from any of them of again. They were probably happy I had left. Except for him. At least I knew, at the end, that he had understood.

There had been times when I had wanted him to contact me, just to say hi or tell me how things were going with him�with �them�.

And that was why I didn�t want him to contact me. I didn�t want to know about �them�. I didn�t want to think about �them�. And I was going to see �them�. Together.

My eyelids felt heavy and I let myself sink back into the chair, pushing myself side to side to get comfortable. Time to visit my past�.

<* �*�*>

She arched underneath me, her eyes half closed with a pleasure only I could give her. Her blue hair was matted over her face and I lifted one hand to bring it out of her eyes, wanting to see them widen as I thrust one last time into her, the name I never called her but in bed pushed from my mouth with a bellow.

Her swollen lips formed a perfect �O� as she hit that pinnacle, making her arc upwards and drive me into her one last time before I crumbled on top of her, panting harshly.

Her breath hit my ear warmly and stirred my hair and I couldn�t stop a grin at how hard it came out. She tired so easily, but her recovery was quick. Then we would go at it again�.

As she shifted under me, I took that as a signal that she was ready and raised my head to lower lips to her, taking the breath away from her as fast and deeply as I could. I felt her squirm suddenly, pulling back, and came up for air, wondering if I�d hurt her.

Her blue eyes were turned away from me, carefully veiled by shadows. I frowned. �What?�

Her head turned back to me, a surprised look on her face, as if she�d forgotten I was there. Oh, I would have to remedy that�.

She protested again as my hands explored her underneath the blankets, twisting her body slightly. This time I scowled and rolled over, laying on my side to glare at her. �What�s your problem?�

She stared at me for a long moment, her gaze disconcerting me. What was that look in her eyes?

�What would you say if I told you there was someone else?�

That was not what I expected. I forgot to breath, feeling a wad of lead hit my gut. I spoke without thinking, yet my thoughts were perfectly clear. �I would ask you who it was so I could gut them.�

She frowned lightly. �I�m serious, Vegeta.�

I frowned right back, sitting up abruptly and pulling half the sheets with me. �So am I, woman. Deadly serious.� I stared down at her for a long moment, seeing truth in her eyes. Gods, how I wished she was lying. �Who?�

She sighed, long and loud, and my hands clenched the blanket around my waist, trying not to throttle the answer from her. ��Goku�.�

The word was so soft, so light, as if it was a feather on an angel�s wings. An angel. Goku, my archrival; were we even rivals anymore? We most certainly were not friends. �What?�

My own word was soft, but she still flinched as if I had slapped her. Did she even realize what she was doing, what she was saying? �ChiChi died��

�I know this, woman!� I immediately tried to calm down, seeing her shrink back, but it was hard to contain the rage that wanted unleashed. I had always unleashed it before, but never around her, not since the three years before the Androids. �What does that have to do with�anything?� Each word came out from between gritted teeth.

�He came over. He was heartbroken. I consoled him�.�

I snorted then, unable to keep quiet. �You consoled him�in our house!�

She shook her head, sitting upright beside me in the bed. �No. We talked. We remembered old times��

�How touching!�

�Damn it, Vegeta! Let me speak!�

�No! I will hear none of this! I�m going over to that third-class trash�s house right now and kicking his��

�He�s coming here!�

�What?� I didn�t try to lower my voice that time, or keep the rage from my eyes. For her credit, she stood against the assault they made on her, staring me in the eye evenly. It calmed me. It always had�.

�He�s coming over. We were going to tell you together�.�

I rose, walking quickly to the window and then spinning around to walk back. I leaned on the bed toward her, hands on either side of her. �You planned on telling me after you used me?� My voice was low and full of threat. �I�m glad he�s coming. I won�t have to waste the trip to kill him.�

�Vegeta, I love him!� Her voice was a plaintive, mercy-asking blade that cut me right in a place that had always been assured of her; had complete faith in her.

I leaned back, not able to straighten fully under that blow. Staring at her as if she had just physically punched me in the gut. Considering I couldn�t draw breath, it had the same effect.

�Vegeta?� She crawled across the bed toward me, reaching out a pale, slender hand.

My eyes widened and I jerked back out of her reach. �Don�t touch me!� My eyes narrowed then and a cold mask stiffened my face and glazed my eyes. �Don�t ever touch me!�

It was then that a knock sounded. I don�t know how I must�ve looked; all I heard was a sharp gasp, wind, and then felt something in my hands, something warm that pulsed. I wanted to take the life right from it.

I heard screaming coming from the background, getting louder, and heard a coughing sound just ahead of me. My eyes narrowed though I saw nothing. Her words kept ringing in my head, taking over everything, consuming me.

I suddenly found myself sliding down a wall to the floor, gasping from lost air at the impact. I blinked, sitting there, and gazed around, wondering how I had ended up in the living room. There was a glowing before me that was oddly shaped. My sight cleared slowly, revealing a powered-up Goku holding Bulma protectively in his arms; how I held her in bed. They were both looking at me with looks I couldn�t stand. Sadness, fear, pity, shock, sympathy, all of them and more were in their gazes.

I stood slowly, allowing myself time to adjust to my new surroundings and making it look as deadly as possible. I let the feelings wash over me, wondering how it was that we were not Super Saiyan. There were too many emotions to sort through; maybe that was it.

I shrugged and they both jumped at the motion. I stared at them for a long moment, looking at how they held one another, watching how their eyes touched each other�s. Had she ever looked at me that like? I suddenly couldn�t remember. I had thought so. Was it just my mind, making up hope when I�d had no hope inside?

I knew I had looked at her like that; held her like that. Now he held her like that.

With a snarl I spread my feet, arms curling into my sides and fists clenching. It hadn�t dawned on me till now that both she and I were naked. He seemed not to mind that she was naked and pressed against him.

He seemed ready to push Bulma aside if I even looked ready to move against him, as if I would attack him with her near. Did he think I could ever hate her as much as I did him? That was laughable.

�Vegeta�.�

Her voice was too soft, too soothing. �Shut up.� My own voice was not harsh, just short of pleading. I snarled and glared at him.

His eyes took on the softness of flint as he stared right back; forcing me to see past the truth I wanted as he always tried to. I will not be forced!

�Let her go. Unless you always conduct your fights behind women.�

He growled, insulted, but it was cut off by the woman�s hand on his chest. My power flared uncontrollably and I barely reined it in. �Go upstairs, woman.�

�No, Vegeta�� She had unconsciously clenched the hand there, folding up his gi and exposing his flesh; his flesh against her flesh.

�Upstairs! Now!� I felt the threadbare hold on my power slipping and his eyes widened, realizing what was going on. He cursed, shoved Bulma to the side, and reached me, transporting both of us just as my power exploded.

I heard shouts and cries as whiplashes of yellow energy struck out in every direction; destroying the place he had brought us to. I cared not if they all die, if the whole of Earth was consumed by the madness I found myself laughing in the midst of. What did it matter? It didn�t.

My arms were suddenly pinned to my side and I was falling, hurtling to the ground to smack into it with the person who had grabbed me still clinging tenaciously on, though I snarled and snapped at him. I heard words, but they made no sense; I didn�t want them to make sense. This power was cleansing and I would let it wash away everything else.

�You�ll kill her!�

Those three words broke through my barrier, as she always did. I stiffened suddenly in the arms that held me, pain searing me to the core of my being as my power snapped back into me, splitting my body in two. I saw a flash of lavender as I plunged into darkness.

A/N: O.o; Yeah. I see that look you�re giving me. It�s a �WTF! Are you on coke?� look. Just wait. I haven�t even started the insanity. What is this evil? What�s the rest of this flashback? Is Bulma nuts for giving up the Prince of all Saiyans for Kakarott [IMO, YES!]? And what�s going to happen when Vegeta arrives on Earth? These questions and more answered soon!

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