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Wishes of the Fallen	By : SaiyanGirl Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4331 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Title: Wishes of the Fallen

Author: SaiyanGirl (SaiyanGirl@Gmail.com)

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Goku/Vegeta, Vegeta/Goku, implied Goku/Chichi, implied Gohan/Videl, others are a surprise! ^_~

Warning: Language, Violence, a tiny bit OOC, Death, Angst, Yaoi, Graphic Lemon

Disclaimer: All copyrighted characters appearing in this story were created by Akira Toriyama, and appear without expressed permission. Any original characters appearing are the intellectual property of the author, SaiyanGirl.

Special Thanks: A HUGE Thank You goes to Katiefoolery for beta'ing this fic. She is absolutely amazing! Without her, this story would never have been worthy of posting!

Soundtrack for Chapter Nine:

     David Bridie - Breath (Act of Free Choice, 2007)

     Rammstein - Rammstein (Herzeleid, (1995); Live Aus Berlin (1998); Volkerball: Live Aus Nimes Limited Edition (2006))

All soundtrack selections are available on iTunes.

Please Note: For all Soundtrack Disclaimer information, please see The Prologue

Chapter Nine - Dust

     Eyes.
     White eyes.
     Motionless.
     The delicate white of supple eyelids shone brightly through clouds of dust and dirt illuminated by the invading brazen sunlight. Soft hues clashed in a mosaic of tan and gold within the unyielding light, highlighting the blacks of fine eyelashes as they rested against soft cheeks, skin remaining frozen in warmth. Fine strands of glowing black cascaded over slender shoulders, lying upon vibrant white and purple, peaceful in all their stillness.
     Standing feet above the ground, he stared at the dead body of Kakarott's wife, numbed by his own shock. Surely his eyes were lying to him - her body wasn't really laid upon the ground, motionless and undisturbed. It had been eradicated: vaporized into nothingness along with everything else within a thirty mile radius of Kakarott. There was no way she was lying dead before him; no way she'd escaped annihilation to lie so peacefully in the ground, untouched in her final resting place.
     There was no way.
     For moments he stood motionless, staring down at the dead mother of the boy he clutched to his burning body, glaring at the haunting still-image imbedded in the haze of dust and dirt. Goten didn't move. The boy's face was buried in the sweaty flesh of Vegeta's chest, his nose pressed deeply in the tight canyon made by his bulging pectorals. He was certain the teen couldn't turn his head - needed to keep it that way. Couldn't focus, couldn't fight...
     He was dead - he had to be.

     Frozen in disbelief; denying reality. The scene before him was dead. Static - a mere image of a horrendous nightmare... until the sash of Chichi's robe shifted in the morning breeze. As the universe had stopped moments prior, life as he knew it resumed. The realization of all that had happened melted through the shock, bringing him back to reality.
     Fragments of the planet coated his skin and saturated his hair - the dirt was even under his eyelids, burning his eyes with every blink. He calmly panted for breath, his chest heaving, his aching, sweating muscles screaming as they vainly attempted to cool themselves. There was noise - faint mufflings of suppression: the blurry haze of deafened confusion. He could feel the beat in his chest, feel the teen's heart beating against his abdominal muscles, feel the insatiable rush of life. With Goten's arms tightly wrung around his lower back, he flexed every last muscle in his sweating body, flaring his sheer physical prowess in the heat of victory. His nerves rejoiced in a haze of fire as his muscles swelled to immense size, proudly retelling the story of his survival.
     Their survival.
     'Move.'
     He had to move. Had to get Goten away. In his battered state, he couldn't be sure of anything. He could keep the boy under control, but at what cost? Just one look at her... there would be no stopping him.
     Scanning the ground, Vegeta quickly noticed the shallow crater surrounding her - she lay in the ground, a foot deep at most. He had to get away, keep the boy away...
     His mind was a barren tundra, blind to the movement his instincts were conducting: keeping him off the ground, keeping the boy in his arms, keeping his body moving in a random direction away from her. Through the dust he moved, his legs frozen as his body collected and forced fragments of the planet from his path. He could feel the wind on his burning face, shifting the beads of sweat coursing along his skin, cooling his sealed eyes. The faster he moved, the cooler it felt.
     It wasn't nearly fast enough.

     He could barely move, let alone fly at any speed he was used to. Everything felt so slow, so useless - his impaired senses tormented him, toyed with him, taunting his very blood as it dared to compare him with the weakness inhabiting this godsforsaken rock. The weight of the air slowed him down... The weight of the air - he snarled in enraged disbelief. How the fuck could he let himself become so weak? To think the air was heavy!? Even the falling dirt stung his skin - igniting his nerves as he was pushed about by surges of invisible elements. The rush of life returning weighed heavily on Vegeta's burning skin, his body nearly failing him once more as his feet dragged themselves through the dirt, absolutely refusing to give up.
     Soft. The feeling rushed his body as he met the ground. It was as unexpected as it was welcome in Vegeta's ravaged mind. At that moment, he didn't give a shit about being the only thing alive in an area devoid of all forms of life - Goten was alive, he was alive, but his mind suddenly didn't seem to care...
     Peering over the teen's shoulder, he saw his bare feet imbedded in the dirt, perplexed as he crunched his toes in the rich velvet.
     'Hnn.'
     Fists with his toes - probably his most private of secrets. Worked every damn time, no matter what. Crunching soft dirt between his toes made everything disappear - his worry, his want: washed away as wave after wave of blissful relaxation surged within his blood. Just thinking about the sheer stupidity behind the idea almost broke a smile across his face, his muscles pulling into a half-smirk as his feet dug into the dirt. The feeling of the rich soil between his toes brought him back to reality, back into his true self; relaxing, yet meditative.
     Where did his boots go? Why the hell could he see his kne--
     "Ffjiida..."
     The vibration against his chest derailed the mindless thoughts, forcing his mind to sharpen once more - the teen was beginning to stir. He immediately ran through his senses, poring over every part of his body to determine his condition. Vegeta's eyes snapped open in complete disbelief - he was perfectly fine. His body felt amazing! The sheer force of Kakarott's ki had shredded his clothes and nearly killed him... but he had survived. His face broke into a smirk of euphoric superiority: he had triumphed over certain death.
     'You failed, Kakarott!'
     Liquid fire surged within his soul, cleansing his very being, flowing over his nerves as his ki eagerly tested his self-control, wanting desperately to spring forth from his hands as it danced to the intoxicating beat of his heart.
     He was ready. Ready to handle whatever the hell the Gods threw at him next.
     The body in his grasp shifted - his smirk melted. How the fuck was he going to combat emotion? He was the fiercest and most powerful Saiyan warrior alive - time to act as such. A wave of ice swept over him as his face sank into an emotionless mould, effortlessly ridding himself of compassion and feeling.

     Goten would be nothing.
     "Boy." His voice was savage, raspy and raw from screaming at the top of his lungs - screaming at the stone face of Hell. "Look at me."
     Goten's head stirred, ragged locks subtly swaying as his body came to life, the boy's face slowly emerging from its sanctuary between Vegeta's sweaty pecs. Vegeta stared straight into the lidded eyes before him, mentally demanding that the teen open them. Making him wait wasn't smart - not now, not when he felt the power of the universe flowing through his soul. His gaze only hardened as the boy moved with painful slowness, dragging his head away before the curtains were raised, revealing the concealed disaster within.
     Confusion... regret... fear; stories which no Saiyan eyes should ever tell - the boy's eyes were filled with them. His lids were snapped backwards, forced wide as he glared straight at him. He could read Goten's confusion, feel his regret, smell his fear - the teen's emotions bled through his eyes as if they had been violently carved open. He needed to stop them, silence them, wipe them from his face. Fuck, he'd smash them to pieces if he had to. There was no way in hell he was going to let all his training be demolished by a waterfall of tears and lasting mental torture. No fucking way.

     "Vegeta...?"
     "Look at me," he commanded, his voice firm, demanding. He pumped his thick arms and flexed his tail, arching his broad chest to crush the boy against his bare sweaty skin. He needed Goten's full attention; anything less wasn't good enough.
     "Ugghh�ahhckk-"
     "Shut up." His voice was ice, deep; his true self had fully returned. His brow curved deep between his eyes - it was the face of the killer, the warrior. The last face thousands had seen before meeting their end.
     Now it was going to save one of his own.
     "Listen to me very carefully, Goten." His stare could have burned through Goten's skull, his ki nearly taking shape as it fed the intensity in his eyes. He knew what it looked like - what it did to all who saw it. Only Goten was trapped, crushed in his arms and forced to stare him down; forced to stare directly into his eyes, to surrender to his brute strength and freeze as fear became his universe. "I'm going to let you go. You will not look away from me. Understand?"
     Vegeta narrowed his eyes, searching for any signs of reaction or understanding. The teen's body did not stir. His face showed no reaction, the words washing over his skin like they were part of the lifeless dust surrounding them. He flexed harder, his arms crushing Goten's sides as they squeezed the teen against an unforgiving wall of sweaty muscle, forcing another groan of pain from his lungs. "Do you understand!?"
     Breath hitched and gurgled, strained as it was forced through Goten's throat. He could squeeze a shitload harder if he needed to, but breaking the teen's spine wouldn't get him anywhere - he didn't have any fucking Senzu to fix him with, either. But then he saw it, through searing pain his body was inflicting: the boy's eyes remaining perfectly still as his head tilted up and down. At least the boy hadn't made him wait long. Vegeta immediately lessened his grip upon him, feeling Goten's chest heave against his flexed abs, trying desperately to fill his lungs before they collapsed under the crushing pressure.
     "Good." Vegeta's mouth barely moved, his voice short, deep, commanding. "Don't you fuckin' dare take your eyes off me."
     His tail was the first to release, slowly relieving the pressure along the boy's lower back as it snaked its way to his waist. Goten's eyes were still fixed; good - if he looked away, he'd break him in half. Without so much as blinking, Vegeta released his grasp on the boy's clothes, his bare arms inching their way back to his sides. He took a step back, restoring some form of comfortable barrier between them. Keeping him still had been survival; there was nothing else to it. Any thoughts of physical compassion or hugging were the last things crashing around in Vegeta's mind. But true to his word, Goten hadn't moved: the boy was most likely frozen in fear of what Vegeta would do - and he would do it.
     For moments they stood motionless, glaring at each other like rival animals. Vegeta could feel his muscles tense as his neck grew stiff, reveling in the alluring pleasure of his own power as it fed his body, forcing his skin to stretch over his rigidly flexed Saiyan physique. His face was a mask, sharpened by his own power into a slate of enraged confidence the universe had never known. The chaos raging behind his eyes couldn't have been more ironic. Within him, a million thoughts collided at once, smashing and crashing together, building in intensity to the point where he wanted his head to split open and gush all that which tormented him. While confusion bled through Goten's eyes, it thrived behind his.
     Now what?
     "Vegeta?"
     What the fuck was he going to say? 'Sorry kid, your dad just vaporized himself and took your mom with him.' Feh - it would be a pointless waste of words on a true Saiyan, but this boy's blood was diluted. His Human side would be in full control, dominating his instincts with pointless remorse which would have him sobbing like his own son did on a regular basis. Fuck, he had to say something. Wait too long and he'd figure it out; say the wrong thing now and he'd still fucking lose it.
     ... What the fuck did he care?

     If he fucking lost it, good! Channel his rage into sheer power and wreck havoc on anything he damn we--
     "Vegeta?"
     "What?" 'Wrong fucking answer...'
     "What happened?"
     'Shit.'
     He knew his words didn't matter - any way he could explain it would be the wrong one. So why the fuck was he thinking so hard about it? Why couldn't he just spit it out, force it from his throat and then deck the enraged fourteen year old Super Saiyan who would take Goten's place? Probably because he wasn't convinced he would meet Saiyan rage - probably because he expected Humanity, expected compassion...
     He expected tears.
     Tears from a Saiyan.
     Suddenly, death seemed like the better option.
     His concentration was gone: blown to pieces as he found himself staring at a teenager, wild hair rustling in the passing breeze like nothing was amiss.
     He broke face.

     "I don't know."
     Goten blinked.
     'Fuck.'
     "Wha? What do you mean? What the fu--" His body shifted, one shoulder suddenly dropping a fraction lower than the other, his concentration broken. Vegeta saw it immediately: the confusion was slowly disappearing, fear bleeding through it with the greatest of ease. He knew it - Goten was going to look away. He was going to see what was around him, see the unnatural desert of death that surrounded him - in seconds, he'd see the truth for himself. Short of killing the boy, there was nothing he could do. All he could do was hope.
     Hope that he wouldn't let his Humanity cripple his unbelievable power.
     It happened. Goten's eyes shot straight to the ground between them, instantly hidden by the drawn lids. The boy could easily see his shoes, see his bare feet - he had an idea what the sight of barren dirt was doing to his mind: what the human inside him was trying desperately to comprehend. Fear. It was all Humans knew. Vegeta wouldn't have to wait long to see it manifest itself in Goten if the boy didn't get a fucking hold of himself and allow his Saiyan instincts to guide him. Ki danced along his bones, the molten fire soothing the tensed muscles in his neck - the settling mental calm before battle. Goten would look up, look around, realize he was standing in what used to be his backyard, and then he'd bash the shit out of the kid until he was out cold.
     He knew what had to be done. He just wanted to hurry this shit up.
     "Vegeta... Where are we�" Confusion... Perhaps he wasn't going to figure it out quickly after all. The sudden jerk of his head immediately proved Vegeta wrong, leaving his fists clenched as he watched young Saiyan eyes scan left and right, up and down, back and forth... frantically glancing around and seeing the same thing no matter where he looked.
     Nothing.
     "What...?" More confusion. Goten's search intensified, no doubt trying to find some form of landmark or bearing on his location - how blind the poor kid was, standing in his own backyard and not knowing it. How the fuck could he? All around them was the aftermath of sheer devastation, a ravaged war zone preserved at its most horrifying. He glanced in all directions, hectic in his movement until Vegeta caught a glimpse of progress, the boy's eyes suddenly flashing in disbelief as his motions slowed.
     He refused to look away as the teenager focused back on him, hopelessly desperate to understand what he was seeing. "We were... in the kitchen. Everything was fucked up." His speech was slowed, agonized in his pained need to uncover the truth. "I could barely move... something was holding me back. Some... power."
     "Your house is gone." There. He'd finally said it. Finally forced the words from his treasonous throat and said it as coldly as he could. But all his effort was for nothing, achieving only a blank, uninterrupted stare as Goten's lips continued to move.
     "I tried... to get closer. You... you told me not to. But I did anyway..." How Vegeta wished for Kakarott's fuckin' selective telepathy at that moment: reading Goten's mind and then forcing him to swallow the truth would have made this much easier. "But then..." Goten's body twitched as his eyes slowly widened to an incredible size, "Vegeta... what happened to your clothes?"
     Vegeta felt his face tighten as he grit his teeth, the innocent words slipping into his ears. Breaking his gaze to look down over himself, he knew he should have been astonished at what he saw, but he couldn't bring himself care enough. Glistening skin as far as his eyes could see; tattered fragments of fabric barely clinging around his waist. His arms and legs were a mess - dirt was caked to his sweaty muscles, darkening his natural bronze. From what he could tell, he wasn't bleeding. He had no gloves, no boots, no shirt and nearly nothing beyond his straining thighs. Ironic how he wasn't ass naked at that moment, given the hell he'd just survived.
     "They're gone."
     "But... wait." Goten's voice was quickly slipping into the Human abyss of emotional ruin. "I still have my clothes... yours were ripped off by... Oh shit!" He suddenly tensed, his face deathly pale as panic began to replace the glare in his eyes. "Wait, wait, wait... We were in the kitchen, there was this force pushing me back, and then... everything went white?" The boy's actions became frantic, practically twitching as he looked mindlessly around him. "But that's impossible, I mean, I saw you standing there and dad sitting there. I--"
     His voice ceased, his eyes as lifeless as the surrounding devastation. Vegeta could read them easier than his scent.
     'Godsdamnit!'
     Vegeta's fists clenched harder, striking his flexed quads as he realized he hadn't stopped the boy in time. Goten's eyes were wide open, shock and disbelief gushing out in their torrential downpour.
     And then the boy froze.
     "I saw... I saw... Dad ... Oh my Gods... ...Mom!?"
     "Kakarott took her."
     Goten was a living sculpture of pain, frozen in existence for all to see. Inflicted on his body, rolling down his face, pouring from his eyes, gushing from his heart; the boy was on the edge of sheer self-destruction, ready to plunge head first into its darkest depths. He lurched forward, a violent twitch wrecking his body into a drunken stumble of the emotionally ravaged. Vegeta didn't move.
     In an instant, Goten charged, his entire body lunging forward as he recklessly swung his right arm, his fist connecting with Vegeta's jaw. A sudden follow-up by his left was caught: Vegeta knew the technique all too well. Gripping the boy's left hand, he positioned his right arm in anticipation of the left knee which was to come next, but couldn't move fast enough to dodge the second right to his face.
     "Why!?" Goten's screams had turned to anger, hatred flaring as his emotions took his body hostage. "Why didn't you fucking stop him!?" Another right, easily anticipated this time; the boy wasn't thinking - he was using the sloppy techniques of pathetic sports players on TV. It would have been insulting in any other case - but any anger right now was better than tears.
     "You don't give a shit! You never did!!" Wrenching his left hand out of Vegeta's grasp, Goten reared and lunged forward once more, wildly swinging with his right leg.
     Vegeta smirked and flexed his sweaty abs, taking the full brunt of the boy's foot while stifling a painful groan. Finally, a language he understood: a thick arm clasped around the boy's foot, an aggressive snarl, a swift twist of his body, an unexpected right elbow into the teen's face... When Goten caught it with both hands, he was impressed; when the boy tossed his arm away and instantly punched him in the side, he was pissed off. Without thinking, Vegeta bared his fangs as he brought the full strength of his arm down on Goten's extended leg, enraged muscle smashing violently against skin and bone, accompanied by the all-too-familiar sound of painful cries.
     Shoving the boy away, he struck without remorse, lunging forward and throwing his left knee into Goten's abs while grabbing his head and pulling it hard against the steel of his sweaty chest. The boy staggered backwards before falling hard to the ground, barely able to breathe. He coughed and hacked, desperately trying to capture the air driven from his body by the ferocity of Vegeta's blows.
     Vegeta dragged himself backwards, forcing himself to ignore the primal voices that screamed at him to continue his onslaught. He stood motionless, panting as the heated winds crept along his back.

     Panting?
     'The fuck?'
     He was actually panting - after that?

     Glaring down at the boy, he suddenly felt his left side cry in pain, powerful enough to make him wince. In an instant, he froze his arms to his sides, refusing to show any weakness to the bitter end. As he watched the teen slowly regain proper use of his lungs, he felt it: the bittersweet taste of all that made Vegeta himself. Rolling his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he smirked as he felt the warm thickness flowing against his teeth. Suddenly, he didn't feel like hiding it; �hell, the boy had earned it. His pride radiating within his sweating body, Vegeta smirked harder as he spat a mouthful of blood at his feet.
     'Fucking hell... he actually hurt me.'

     He couldn't help but replay Goten's movements - the speed it took to stop his elbow, the strength needed to throw it away, the effort needed to throw him off-balance; impressive to say the least. His pride in the boy had overpowered any thoughts of his own failure. There was no Human in him - nothing could convince Vegeta otherwise. He'd done exactly what Vegeta'd hoped: his Saiyan blood had crushed the weak Humanity and rampaged throughout his very core. Channeling his rage, he'd made Vegeta wince in pain, he'd made Vegeta bleed...
     He'd made Vegeta proud.
     The boy's coughing ceased, replaced by a tear-filled, motionless stare. His eyes bloodshot, he stared straight into nothing - frozen anger slowly melting into rivers of mourning and hatred. For a moment, an eerie calm washed over them: Goten's intensive stoicism, Vegeta's easy breathing, his panting long gone. They couldn't just sit there forever. Something had to happen. The thought of kneeling next to the boy crossed his mind, but Vegeta wasn't sure it was the thing to do. Fuck, he didn't know what the hell to do. He was the King of all Saiyans, not a child psychologist. But damnit - he had to do something.
     His people needed him.
     "Vegeta!!"
     '... Right on-fuckin'-cue.'
     Glancing skyward, the sight of Kakarott's friends screaming towards them clashed with the dust and blinding sunlight. Their impeccable predictability enraged his very nerves - either they were first on the scene, whining and complaining that Kakarott wasn't arriving soon enough, or they were completely late in arriving where they weren't needed, missing everything. Like right now. The growing rage within him vented from his powerful chest as he growled - no matter what they did, they were completely fucking useless.
     "Hold it right there, Vegeta!"
     The deeper voice. Mr. Green Bean. The one who always thought he had a chance. Feh - Vegeta could still remember watching Nappa blast him to a bloody corpse. He would have laughed had the blast not been meant for a half-blood. Weakling.
     The three of them landed in all their self-righteous glory, chests puffed out in some pathetic show of half-assed pride. He assumed it helped them scare away the constant feeling of being useless in every single fight of their lives. Piccolo towered over the short one with no nose, his robot wife standing next to him in some flawed mechanical stance only a machine would believe useful. The three of them glared at Vegeta - he paid them the utmost respect by scoffing at their arrival and rolling his eyes at their unwanted presence.
     "Shit, Goten!" Krillin rushed to Goten's side, immediately kneeling down and placing his hands on the boy's shoulders. "What the hell did you do, Vegeta?"
     Vegeta glanced into Goten's eyes; the boy's appearance hadn't changed in the slightest detail. Tears remained trapped behind a wall of pure rage - frozen, yet dangerously unstable, ignoring all that surrounded him. It was a look he'd already seen that day.
     "I saved his life," Vegeta replied coldly, glancing over at Krillin's curved brow. "What the hell did you do? Sit on your ass and wait until the danger was gone like always?"
     "Screw you, Vegeta!" The cyborg answered for him, verbally pushing the dominance in the relationship. Finally, something to amuse him amidst all of this shit.
     "She have you doing all the housework too?" He hadn't taken his eyes off the short one, feeling his smirk grow as he watched Krillin's reaction. If it was possible to look angry, embarrassed, and completely powerless at the same time, he was damn close to having it perfect. His smirk grew harder as his mind ran wild: People could call it, 'looking Krillin;' the thought instantly making him throw his head back in hysterical laughter.
     "You find something amusing about this, Vegeta?" The Namek's words vainly attempted to cut through his amusement - like fuck was he about to let them. Vegeta had to wipe the tears of laughter away before he even bothered to look at him, his moist, green skin clashing violently with the bright whites of his armour. What the hell kind of armour was a weighted pair of shoulder pads and a cape, anyway?
     "What's it to you?" Laughter was still ripe within Vegeta's voice as he turned to face the tall green man. Piccolo looked as blank as ever, save for the angered scowl marring his otherwise serious demeanor.
     "Look around you, you bastard! Look at what you did!" The Namek's shout nearly silenced Vegeta's remaining laughter - nearly. It just pissed him off instead.
     "What I did?" he hissed. "You don't have the first fucking clue, do you? You're more stupid than I thought."
     "Don't fuck with me, you fucking coward!"
     The words had barely progressed through his deafened hearing before Vegeta clenched both his fists, instantly baring his fangs. The Namek was obviously tired of his own life - to call him a coward was to write your own death certificate. Now he was pissed.
     "You want to die, green man?" Dripping with hatred, the words came out, muffled as they passed through his gritted teeth. "I'm in no fucking mood for your shit!"
     "At least I'll be standing, you asshole!" Piccolo had clenched his fists as well, his ki beginning to flow as he crouched into one of his flawed stances.
     "We're all awake, Vegeta. Won't be so easy to murder us." She spoke again, now standing in tandem with the green one. A part of him swore she was trying to block him from Goten and her shorty.
     "I can see that, robot. What's wrong, another loose wire in your head giving you fucking perception problems?" Vegeta's ki flared - these three ungrateful bastards were begging to join Kakarott in his eternal...
     'Slumber...?'

     What were they getting at with this sleep bullshit?
     She had crouched as well, the two of them ready to strike without warning.
     ... Or so they thought.
     "Damn you, Vegeta. You couldn't beat him, ever!" Krillin had risen to his feet as well, spouting off in tune with the other two. "So you killed him in his sleep! Piccolo's right - you are a fucking coward!"
     Krillin looked like he was about to burst into tears, obviously feeling safe enough to vent his anger while hiding behind the other two. All three of them had their sights trained on him, like it was fucking feeding time for the vultures. Good fucking luck - he could handle all three of them at once. Like hell they would ever be lucky enough to find any weakness within him. But there was more to this. The three of them were dancing around it like a pack of blind fools worshipping a toxic dump.
     He'd had enough of this shit. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
     "You killed Goku!"
     The second his words left his mouth, Krillin charged forward in a reckless display of emotionally misguided hatred. He forced his wife from his path as he threw himself at Vegeta, screaming as he displaced nothing but air with the first punch. Raising his head back, Vegeta derisively dodged the second punch, the third actually forcing him to move his shoulder. As the fourth flew at his face, he snatched the thin arm from the sky, wrenching it downwards as sweaty bronze flexed, his right knee smashing violently into the Human's face.
     Blood splattered across Vegeta's skin as Krillin fell back, cringing as crimson warmth gushed from the split under his right eye. The shorty's cry set the other two in motion, the both of them taking to the air to circle around him.
     Vegeta blinked - he was set free. A massive wave of orgasmic pleasure swirled throughout his entire body as his hair flashed perfect golden-blonde, his sweaty muscles expanding to exponential size. The sheer bliss of feeling such magnificent power flow under his skin made his pride swell, his mouth pulling into a smirk of absolute supremacy. His vision sharpened to match the intense emerald stare, his surroundings suddenly meaningless under the disdainful gaze of a Second Degree Super Saiyan.
     He blinked again - he unleashed his ki. With the ferocity of a million savage predators it surged, chaotic blue surrounding him as the heroes struck. Like pests hitting a brick wall, they crashed, the three bodies bouncing off monstrous ki before flipping backwards in their attempts to recover. Within moments, they were back on their feet, the three of them standing together in another display of self-righteous glory. How fucking pathetic.
     Powering directly to the second ascension had become second nature long ago - too bad he'd never told anyone.

     "Damn you, Vegeta!" the Namek spat, knowing full well he didn't stand a chance against such overwhelming power. "You fucking bastard!"
     The words failed to make any impact as he stood silent, blankly staring at the three of them. Generic insults of the powerless did nothing to grab his attention - his thoughts were focused upon Krillin's outburst.
     He, Vegeta, the King of all Saiyans, kill Kakarott?

     ...The gods would never be so merciful.
     To best - to defeat - to finally kill his rival... was to demand divine mercy.

     How he dreamed of defeating him, shaming him, beating him to the point of admitting his own defeat. The sweet perfection of that future victory forever pushed him, driving himself to unimaginable heights, stretching the limits of his body, of his mind. All for one purpose, for one chance: to finally defeat that which pushed him.
     But now... that reason was dead.
     Dead... How could it be dead? The relentless quest for superiority was never-ending - always present, always pushing, never forgiving, never forgetting. Reach one plateau, reach for the next - it was the drive that Kakarott had inspired within his very soul. It defined him, gave him purpose... it made him...
     '...Who I am.'
     Kakarott had given him reason, then taken it to his grave.
     He was the only one left.
     The winds began to die down around them, his chaotic aura disappearing along with the ferocious gusts, his smirk melting into a disdainful sneer. He glanced over at the three heroes, their eyes giving away their uncertainty - they still thought they stood a chance against him. He didn't even feel like forcing them to know otherwise - the tirade of his conscience had nearly destroyed all the drive within him. His supercharged ki had been tamed, leaving him standing calmly as he diverted his cold stare to the Saiyan who sat motionless behind them.
     "I didn't kill Kakarott." His words were quiet, flat, cold.
     "Bullshit! How the hell do you expect us to believe that?" The short one was becoming more annoyingly vocal with every passing second.
     "I don't, moron." He shifted his focus to stare directly into Krillin's soul - intense frozen intimidation burning through his stone eyes. "Fucking Humans don't understand anything beyond your own sense of constant inferiority."
     "Don't give me that superiority crap, Vegeta. I understand perfectly!" The voice kept getting louder - as if he weren't deaf enough already. He'd infinitely prefer deafness to the sounds coming out of the human's mouth. He'd almost prefer to hear those blood-freezing screams of enraged horror again...
     Rage... such pain...
     Kakarott was gone...
     He'd left him...
     Alone.
     The ground under his feet began to tremble. Arcs of electric blue struck through the air, recklessly surrounding his bulging sweaty frame. The ice shattered: his burning anger unleashed itself. "The fuck do you know, Human!? You don't know the first fucking thing about us!!"
     "You couldn't defeat him, no matter how hard you tried." It dared to talk back. "So you snapped!" No one talked back to a Saiyan. "Short of destroying the planet, you leveled miles just to make sure you killed him!" Muscles bulged, veins burned - just one more word. "You fucking killed Chichi too!! If we hadn't have gotten he--"
     Blinding cries of a thousand atrocities deafened the skies as he struck, a wave of blue energy cutting through the air as the ground broke away under his thunderous assault towards the blasphemer. Blood-soaked rage bled from every last pore of his rigid body as he blasted the other insects clear, grabbing the Human's right arm and instantly shoving his elbow into the small tricep. Ecstatic pleasure soaked his very core as he twisted, his hands viciously ignoring the vibration from the violent crack as they bent the limb in its opposite direction. Screams instantly filled his ears - his rage drowned them with the roar of the fires within.
     "How easily you break, Human!!" Such pathetic weakness did not deserve to exist. He clutched the broken piece in his grasp, his left leg shooting out towards the right knee. Another chilling snap, another cringing scream, another rush of blood lusting pleasure. Break. He'd break and scream for insulting that which he would never understand. Burn. He'd burn forever in his ignorant hell, like the fucking insult he was. How dared he even call himself a friend of such...
     ... Innocence.
     Goten.
     He stopped. Krillin fell to the ground in a living nightmare of pain and pounding panic, his right arm misaligned in a mangled wreck, right leg made to match. Vegeta ignored it - his attention was caught by the Saiyan sitting behind him, unphazed by a thing. His eyes were still frozen - bloodshot anger holding the tears at bay. Gods only knew if he'd even blinked since he hit the ground.
     Violent coughing managed to stir his attention - it was beginning to move again.
     "Aaaahhhhghh!! Yeeeah... that's right, asshole�" Another coughing fit overtook the pathetic insult, hacking up the pain one drop at a time. "Rrghh - kill his friends... ughuugh�then his family."
     "Too bad he forgot one."
     The new voice caught Vegeta's attention, his head slowly turning to look up at the floating suit to his right. Feh - hadn't even felt him coming. He'd been so focused upon the three stooges, he'd forgotten about their loving master. Forgotten? Hah. His power had grown so weak; to consider him a presence at all was offensive to his judgment.
     His eyes didn't leave the suit as Gohan descended to the ground, taking up the line of protection in front of his brother. Brother - calling him as such was an insult to Goten's blood. The other two had returned as well - one big happy family. Piccolo eyed his former pupil; his attempts to mentally undress the man were so easy to see, it wasn't even worth insulting him for. The cyborg was on her knees, tending to her wounded pet. Gohan didn't even look at Goten as he came down - he just stared apathetically at Vegeta.
     "Bah. Forgot what? You?" he sneered derisively, the newest addition to the musketeers unworthy of his gaze. "You're not his family."
     The look on his face remained untouched - standing there in his cheap suede outfit like a used-aircar salesman. Or was it a pen salesman? Who the hell cared? Either title was too good for him. His hair had remained the same since he'd last seen him; short and swept back - although now missing the wild spikes.
     'Hah.. Anything he could do.'
     "Any last words, Vegeta?"
     "You dare speak to me, disgrace?"
     Its hair immediately bleached itself, the golden strands of the First Degree appearing above green eyes. "Defiant to the end. So be it." So noble of him; the earthling protector swooping in to save the day. If it wasn't so pathetic, Vegeta was sure he would've been sick.
     "What good is the Champion of the Weak against the one who killed the most powerful being on this godsforsakened rock?" He couldn't help but taunt them; it was all so fucking hysterical. He'd had enough of this, of them. He didn't kill their precious Goku, but like fuck were they going to listen. "This may be the last lucky day of your life, disgrace," he taunted. "I didn't kill your fucking Goku. He killed himself."
     Gohan's face changed. He flinched. He knew Vegeta saw it - it didn't stop him from continuing his charade.
     "Nice try, Vegeta. Goku wouldn't know how. All this," he raised his arms in an arrogant Human gesture, pointing all around him, "all these theatrics; they have your stink all over them. Only you would obliterate twenty square miles just to prove a point."
     Twenty square miles? Was he a fucking idiot? Try twenty five hundred - and damn right he would. The thought brought his tail to life, lazily swaying back and forth behind him - destruction was his signature. It was the signature of all Saiy-jia - conquer, destroy, rebuild anew. Only they'd lost their final step, stolen by their slave master and never taken back. Perhaps Kakarott had realized it. Perhaps he'd tried to make up for lost time by using his own life as a final tribute.
     'Ridiculous.'
     Bah - what the fuck would a Human know of their heritage?
     "What's the matter, Vegeta? No insult? Come on, surely that was worth something."
     "Heh, good one, Gohan." Its voice could be heard again. It sounded better when it was screaming.
     "Kakarott is dead. He killed himself. If you want to ask him about it, I'll gladly help." Vegeta's ki moved for him, expanding from his sweating body as it crackled around him once more.
     "You can try." And Gohan's ki did the same - yellow and orange forming a fuzzy haze around his suit, his tie comically refusing to move under the growing energy.
     "Just watch. Watch as your friends are torn to pieces." His voice was vicious: the Vegeta they all hated, the Saiyan they all abhorred. The merciless warrior who would not be stopped. "I'll save you for last." Deeper, colder - the hatred beginning to flow, the memories rushing to the surface. Gohan's actions had cost him the privilege of a quick death.
     "I'm gonna enjoy beating you to death with that which you ref--"
     "STOP!"
     The cry immediately caught his attention, drawing his eyes to the Saiyan who now stood. Frozen rage bled from his movements as he took another step, the haunting glare of restrained vengeance in his eyes captivating Vegeta's gaze. The boy looked as if he were ready to slit the Human's throat - and he would. Emotional destruction had encased his tears in ice, his brow unrelenting in its tormented fury. Pride swelled within Vegeta's sweaty chest once more - he hadn't seen such a Saiyan look since he'd last laid eyes upon his former guard.

     "Vegeta is telling the truth."

     Now the rest of them turned, each peering at the boy as if he were some kind of plague usurping their conceited righteousness.
     "He didn't kill dad."
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