Beautiful Stalker

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Beautiful Stalker


Chapter 10 - Sayaijin Proof by Agent182


The lavender haired saiyajin stared at the papers in front of him. SO many things whirled through his mind, but none of it seemed to make sense. Everyone around him was dying and he didn’t know who was doing this, but he knew he had to figure it out. In his right hand was a worn pencil: the tip had long since been broken without him even realizing it. He glanced at it and sighed heavily. His mind was a mess and he needed to stay calm.

His grandmother had brought him some cookies and milk and they had yet to be touched, he couldn’t think of his growling stomach. All he could think about was the names scribbled on the paper in front of him. The names of loved ones he had lost…

Chichi
Pan
Bulma

He was glad that not all of them were gone. He still had his best friend Goten, his sister Bra and his father. He could turn to them if he needed anything and he trusted them. As a matter of fact, he trusted everyone he knew… then who the hell could be doing this? Ripping everyone’s lives away?

His mind screamed to him to find the answer, but there was nothing but a dull blankness. It disturbed him greatly. He tapped his fingers on the paper: the low sound brought an ache to his brow so he stopped soon after he began. His gaze still rested upon the paper. Who was still alive….

His father, Goten, Bra, Yamcha, Tien, Yajarobi, Goku… he perceived none of these people as threats. They were all close family or friends. He sighed in frustration and let his fingers knot in his hair.

A sound to the left of him sent his heart thundering loudly within his chest. His breathing seemed to cease as he heard the heavy footsteps behind him. No. No. No, not yet! Not yet! His eyes searched for a ki, but all he could feel was his father’s. He jumped as a hand was at his shoulder and a yelp left his lips as he was whirled around.

His grandfather stared at him just as startled as he was. “Oh my…” Trunks tried to slow down his heart beat. “Don’t do that again, please.” His grandfather nodded at him.

“I’ll remember that. Your grandmother and I are going out. She wants to add more clothes to her already vast collection. And this will make her feel better after… well…” His gray eyes seemed to water as he said this. “You can come if you’d like.”

At this Trunks’ eyes grew wide. “No thanks. I’d much rather stay here.”

“Suit yourself. We’re leaving in about 20 minutes and we’ll be back in… a while.” He smiled at his grandson and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Trunks turned back to his desk and ran his fingers through his soft hair and let them stay there for a moment. He read the names over and over, trying to see a connection between any of the deaths. His blue eyes closed as he thought of his best friend. The one person he felt he could truly trust and be the one person he felt more than friendship with. He felt as if he loved the other demi saiyajin and he wanted so badly to express his feelings… but he did not know if he would return the emotions and it could ruin their friendship and that was more important than anything else. He let his eyes reopen and he rested his head against the papers and shut his eyes.

Mom, I know that this is going to sound strange, but I don’t think that Chichi had been dead all that long before Goten and I got here. There weren’t any of these smells at the time.


~o0o~


Kakarott stood at the front door of Capsule Corps. He smirked at the name. It spelt corpse if you added an ‘e’ to the end. And soon there was going to be many more. He paused as he heard familiar voices from the house. Bulma’s parents. A smile drew across his face. Time to play….

He smirked and looked down at what he held in his left hand and switched it to his right hand, “Batter up.” The door opened and he saw Bulma’s parents. Their eyes looked to greet him just as he lifted the heavy object and swung it at Bunny’s head. Her shriek was cut off abruptly as the sledgehammer tore trough her flesh. Smashing through her skull and brain. Sending some of both into her husband’s face. He gasped and stumbled back, crimson and gray slowly ran down his face as he stood in utter fear, the color draining from his face as his hand was suddenly at his chest.

Kakarott’s head cocked as he stared at the old man and stepped closer, curious about what was going on. Dr. Briefs gasped for breath and his body froze up. A disappointed sigh came from Kakarott as he realized what was going on: a goddamn heart attack. He stepped over the dying body and towards the house. The only person that could figure out his identity was here at Capsule Corps.

Trunks sat up, his heart racing. He panted lowly and looked at the pencil in his hand and what was written on the paper.

Kakarott.

His eyebrows drew together. Goku? But… buy why?

“Oh my gosh… he can’t be….”

“Who can’t be what?” Trunks spun at the voice and his eyes widened slightly.

“Uh… no-nothing. I just… figured out that my father killed everyone. He has motive… and….”

“Tell me Trunks… why don’t I believe you?” Kakarott stepped forward menacingly, a sly grin on his calm face. “I think you’re lying to me. No, I know that you are. I’m not blind, I can see my name written on that paper in big letters.”

Trunks found himself backed up against the desk. “But you’re not Kakarott, you’re Goku! Son Goku!”

“You think so?” Kakarott’s eyes flickered to his hands and Trunks’ followed, he hadn’t noticed what the older saiyajin held in his hand until now; a bloody sledgehammer.

A slick trail of blood led into his room. He gulped as he stared at it. “I know you’re wrong.”

Trunks’ eyes went wide as Kakarott swung back the huge hammer, he didn’t hesitate- he immediately went super saiyajin 2. The ki-enhanced hammer slammed into his chest and he could hear the bones crushing under the pressure. He let out a howl of pain as he was thrown back and plowed through the wall, and landed with a thud in the garden. He coughed, crimson spewed from his parted lips. His elbows pushed his body up and he looked to his chest, his shirt was matted with sticky blood, but no bones had gone through. He sighed with relief, but it ended as he looked to the hole in the Capsule Corps. Building, the one Kakarott now stood in, “Not dead yet?” He jumped down.

Trunks stumbled to his feet. “Oh god…” he coughed again, losing his transformation, turned and sprinted away as fast as possible.

Kakarott’s eyebrows rose, “How is he still alive?” He shook his head and smirked. “This could prove to be fun.” He raced after the teen.

Trunks’ chest heaved as he dodged trees, unable to find enough strength to fly away. He cursed as his shoulder hit a tree, but he continued running. His mind told him to run faster, but his body was not responding. He seemed to be slowing with every step. He felt fresh tears start at the corner of his eyes then slide down his cheeks.

He glanced over his shoulder, seeing nothing but trees… but he didn’t stop. Kakarott could have been anywhere….

He yelped as he ran into something soft yet solid at the same time. His eyes caught sight of orange and his heart jumped into his throat. Kakarott smirked down at him and sent Trunks into the nearest tree. He easily held the teen against the tree. “I thought you would put up more of a fight…” he eyed the teen for a moment and paused at his face. Trunks kicked his feet and clawed at the hand that held him, but his fight was futile, the iron grip was not releasing his neck.

“Let-“ Kakarott’s eyes softened for a moment as he stared at the boy, “You look just like your father…” his free hand trailed down the wet streak on Trunks’ face. “I wonder if he’ll cry when he finds out what I did to his little boy?” Trunks’ blue eyes went wide at his words.

“N…NO!” He threw all of his weight forward, but he was still against the tree.

“We’re gonna play a little game. You know how you and Goten always played games… I’m gonna see which one of you can handle more pain…” Trunks’ face went blank at this.

“Wh-what?” He choked out and Kakarott’s grip tightened as Trunks shook his head in denial.

“Oh it’s true. Your best friend is dead and his daddy killed him… and I had fun while I did it.” Tears poured down Trunks’ face.

“I like when you cry… maybe I should make you cry some more!” Trunks cried out as something was stabbed into his arm and the grip on his neck was gone. He gasped for breath and screamed as he tried to move his arm. Hot blood poured down his arm.

“Oh god… What the hell did you do?” Kakarott smirked at him and held something silver up.

A nail?

“And I have a whole pail of them. I’m glad you boys left out all of this from when you were going to make a tree fort…” he trailed off and eyed everything around him…

A small hammer…

Plywood…

Nails….

Those were the obvious choice. They would take longer to kill him. “I have a lot of free time… seeing as all of my family and friends are dying… I have no one to spend this time with. I think I’ll spend it with you.”

“Goku please, this isn’t you!”

Trunks was silenced by Kakarott’s hand slapping across his face. “Shut the fuck up! You don’t know me! You know nothing!” He hissed at the teen and sent another nail into his arm. Trunks clenched his jaw as he felt more blood spill from a new wound, but he held back the cry and sniffled as he tried to keep in the tears that threatened to spill. Kakarott sent more nails into his arms, this time Trunks couldn’t help but let the cry of pain leave his throat. More were shoved relentlessly into his other arm, stabbing through thick muscle and pinning the boy to the tree. Kakarott stepped back to admire the bleeding boy.

“Not quite your father…” He moved forward again, out of nails and very bored. He sighed as he looked into blue eyes. “I want to make you beg and not in a good way. I see the way you look at my son… I guess you two will be together… only in death…” He chuckled lowly. “You have taken more pain than him. That brat was pathetic- only the spawn of my might Prince could handle such pain.” He reached forward and caught his fingers in Trunks’ soft hair, “Now what should I do with you…?” The teen stared back at him, unmoving.

“You should let me go.”

Kakarott’s black eyebrow rose. “You’re funny you know that. Did you actually think I would just let you go? No. I just want to savor this moment.” His hand extended forward and to the boy’s chest, resting over his heart, feeling the quick thumps under his palm. “I’ve always wanted to see the look on someone’s face as I broke their heart…” His eyes moved to Trunks’ as he caught what he was saying.

“NO! Goku don’t! Listen to me damn it! I’m trying to help you! Don’t do this!” His words went to deaf ears as he felt pressure at his chest. “NO! STOP!” He screamed as fingers sunk within his chest, moving through already shattered bones.

“Beg, I love it!” Blood sprayed upon Kakarott’s pale skin as his hand sunk within the warmth. Trunks cries seemed to stop as Kakarott gripped the muscle squeezing as hard as he possibly could. He smirked as a strangled gasp came from the teen and scarlet drained from his lips. The sound was stomach churning, a wet gurgling sound came from the already lifeless teen as his heart was crushed within Kakarott’s hand. He jerked his arm out of the boy’s body, the blood already cooling and splashing across Kakarott’s once clean gi. Trunks’ chin had fallen against his torn open chest and his eyes were still open, fear clearly printed in the deep blue.

The saiyajin looked at the heart in his had, the crimson shining beautifully from the moonlight. He would soon have his Prince’s heart… and he couldn’t wait to have taste of his beauty again.

TBC