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: 10
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 10
This morning is the same as the last. Except that, after Marron sticks the hot cup of fresh coffee in my hands, I wisely leave the two women to their gossip. I’m not halfway to what I now consider my chair when the doorbell rings.
Trunks’s brow furrows and he gives a glance to Goten beside him, who just shrugs. As the doorbell rings again, I give a loud grunt, set my coffee beside my chair, and turn on my heels, making sure to let the boys know that I’m being forced against my will by stomping my feet. I hear light snickers as I leave the room and grit my teeth. Both brats will pay!
I open the door with that same grimace on my face and Piccolo rears back reflexively. “You always greet everyone with that face?”
I smile benignly to him, causing his eyebrow to rise in self-concern. “You didn’t complain last night.” Louder I say, “Gets away annoying pests. Take a hint.”
“Ignore him and come on in, Piccolo. We’re just having breakfast,” Trunks voice sounds from the living room, echoing slightly in the hallway we’re standing in.
I smirk and step to the side, holding out my arm in a melodramatic gesture of welcome. He enters, eyeing me with a secret smile. I lean in and suddenly capture his lips. He jumps under me in shock before returning the kiss, pushing me against the wall and sliding his knee up to my groin. I groan and he lets go of me, letting me catch my breath before we both enter the living room; he looks as calm and unruffled as ever and I wear my smirk.
I lean down and pick up my coffee, taking a long draw and letting myself collapse into the chair. Trunks is looking at me with a sneer and I growl at him as Piccolo leans on the wall behind the couch again. “What?”
His smirk widens some. “Feeling good this morning?”
I smirk right back, taking him by surprise. “Saiyan physiology, boy. But thanks for asking.”
He frowns petulantly and sinks further back into his seat. Goten wisely says nothing, sipping his own cup of coffee. They’re watching some kind of show where people are talking all at once, some even getting up from their chairs to lunge at another person. I think they call it a talk show. Humans, amused by such simple things.
Still, it is amusing. I find myself chuckling as one human actually manages to land a punch on another, resulting in half a dozen men in black t-shirts coming onto the stage to break up the fight. Why don’t they just set up an arena and have it out with each other? That’s how things were settled on Vegeta-sei. Here though, it’s all about money.
The screen unexpectedly goes to some women right in the middle of the program. I almost give a sigh of disgust until what she is saying catches everyone’s attention.
“We interrupt this program to bring you this special announcement.
“It seems that what scientist are terming ‘Kurai’ has been sighted on the island where Budokai Tenichi is held. All residents of this island are urged to evacuate in a safe and calm manner inland. I repeat; Kurai has been spotted at the Budokai Tenichi Island. All residents are encouraged to evacuate the island immediately.
“We now take you back to your regularly scheduled program. More to be announced as it becomes available.”
I ignore the program as I turn to stare at three sets of eyes that look back at me unblinkingly. Without even pausing to think, I’m issuing orders. “Goten, go wake up your father. Trunks, tell the women what’s happening. Piccolo and I will go check it out. Meet up with us.”
Three nods meet me as I rise and drain my cup. No need to waste good coffee. I walk toward the Namek as both Goten and Trunks rush to their duty. “Let’s go see to this thing.”
He speaks as we head out the door. “They’ll probably be nothing there.”
I shrug and take to the sky. “The first time it appeared in a city, it appeared to more than one person, singly, right?”
“Yes, but still…. It’s like— We know it’s sentient.”
I crane my neck around to watch him. “How do you know?”
He shrugs. “Every time we’ve looked for it, it leaves not a trace of itself. And the people it infects…. They’re strong people. It’s culling us, getting the strongest out of the way. It’s a damn intelligent bad guy.”
I nod and turn back around in time to dodge a tree trunk. “Seems it.” Probably why he couldn’t handle it. If he’s not stronger than it…well, he’s not used to strategy. “We’re going to find out who it infected; then we’ll set a trap. Since it likes strong people so much, I should be gourmet.”
“Vegeta-sei lost out.”
I stop in mid-flight, turning to stare at him with wide eyes. “Wha—?”
He continues flying right past me, not even glancing at me; yet I still hear his words. “You would’ve been a mighty king.”
I must float there for a few moments before I follow him, catching up easily. Neither of us says anything more. I’m not an emotional man. Such things get in the way. But that—
I manage to clear my throat as we finally land on the island. It’s pure chaos here, reminding me of my purging days. Of course, none of the humans look at me and scream. They didn’t even notice the Namek and me land, so caught up were they in packing everything they can and fleeing.
I sneer at the shattered shop windows and human merchandise scattered and broken on the ground. I’ve seen those movies where disasters happen that wipe out almost the entire populace. They didn’t show them much after Earth exploded unless that human world champion pretender saves the day. This looks like a scene from one of those movies.
We walk through the crowd, shoving past people as they get in the way. None of them look at us. It’s amazing to me how humans can be so self-serving at times. They have this ‘all for themselves’ attitude that simply cries out to be slapped.
Of course, I have had this attitude. Even the Namek beside me pushing past people has felt this way I’m sure. But we’ve both gotten past that, at least in where it matters.
“We should stop in one of these shops and ask some questions.”
I turn my head slightly to the Namek, watching him appraise each of the mentioned shops with sharp eyes. I voice his own concern. “If we can find anyone in the shops.”
He nods and enters a random one; I didn’t even bother to see what we are going into. Strangely enough, there’s an old man behind the counter who smiles pleasantly at us as a bell tinkles to announce our entrance. “What can I help you boys with? Here for pleasure or business?”
The Namek and I share a look. Pleasure? I step forward, knowing Piccolo would rather stay in the background and listen than talk. “We need to know about the—Kurai. Who has seen it?”
He purses his lips thoughtfully, glancing from the Namek to me, and back to the Namek. “You two look familiar…. At least, the one in green does. Have you been here before?” He shakes his head, interrupting himself. “Nevermind this old man, my memories plumb shot nowadays.”
He raises a brow. “Why, it struck down a fine young man today. News won’t tell you who, but everyone here saw it. He was training he was, in Mr. Satan’s school. Then he just ran out, shouting that he’d seen it and everyone should run. I forget his name, but he’s still at the school. Won’t leave in fact. Says there’s no need to.” He shakes his head sadly, eyes downcast on the bench. “Have to agree with the young un’. Been here all my life. I ain’t gonna let some dark thing chase me away.”
Once again a human has managed to surprise me and I smile at him. “A good philosophy to take, old man.” I turn on my heel only to hear him call to me.
“Hey! I do remember you! I recognize that voice! Asking us all to raise our hands.”
I turn slowly, eyeing him warily. He holds up both of his hands in defense. “Hey, I’m sorry about that…. Really, did you expect—?”
I shake my head, smirking at myself more than him. “Forget it, old man. It’s in the past. I never expected you to. It was just—aggravating.”
He chuckles and waves us out. “Well, perhaps you boys will come back when you’re more in the mood, eh? I have the finest whores from this island to Western Capital!”
My eyes bug out, but luckily I’m facing away from the man. The Namek however, isn’t that lucky. He chokes on the air he’s taking in naturally and swiftly turns, walking out the door. I turn to the man with a smirk, thumbing in the direction Piccolo took off in and knowing he can hear me. “He’s shy. We’ll certainly remember to come back when we’re—not so busy.”
The man gives me a wink, as if sharing some private secret with me and I head out the door, receiving a glare from the Namek waiting for me. “You picked a whore house?”
He seems to splutter for a moment until he notes that my smirk is wholly mocking. He then grits his teeth and spins on his heels, obviously going toward that fake’s school. “Not like we need them anyway.”
I follow swiftly, noting a light pink color to the Namek’s cheeks. How does he always to manage to make that look— No, I’m not going to finish that. “True. We do need to get something for that. Lube.”
He glances at me and rolls his eyes away. Several of the humans, mostly women, give us looks. I just don’t get how they can be so—conservative about people—satisfying their needs. It’s a win-win situation, right? “By the way, what did you use—?”
He chuckles. “You know, that was a tough spot. I wasn’t expecting—that, in the woods. We were near a tree…I used the sap. Lots of it.”
Now I’m the one choking on air. “You stuck—Are you nuts? That stuff’s—sticky!”
“You weren’t complaining at the time….”
I open my mouth to snarl out a reply when he brings a hand up. It quiets me despite myself and I turn to view what he is looking at. Oh he’ll get his…weird lubing included.
The school is pretty much nondescript, despite the man who started it. I pause before the five steps leading up and stare for a moment at the red, wooden double doors leading inwards. Piccolo stills and looks back at me questioningly; I sigh and follow him up. He opens the door with a flourish and gestures for me to precede him. Rolling my eyes, I enter.
The inside is as plain as the outside. It’s a dojo floor, wooden as the doors, same color in fact. There are a few punching bags, some training equipment that these humans use, and weapons lining the walls. And there’s someone in the middle of the floor, sitting in a lotus position and meditating.
I make a noise of discovery and watch silently as the Namek approaches the much older man, at least, since the last time I saw him. It makes sense. If it’s getting rid of the strongest, it would go for him.
“Uub?”
The deep voice reaches the boy—no, man wherever he is and brings him to awareness to blink in surprise at the green face peering at him. To his credit, he doesn’t jump at the closeness the other has taken, rather sighs and rises to his feet.
Piccolo backs to let him do so, waiting in his patient manner to hear what will be said. I’m not as patient and step forward. Uub takes notice of me, ducking his head slightly. Still as shy as ever.
“We heard.”
“Y-yes. I saw it. I think I overreacted…caused that—well, riot outside. Sorry.”
I ignore his apology and get to the point. After all, it’s a human’s job to overreact. “Did you see anything of it?”
He looks up at me finally, brown eyes wide. “I-I don’t…. No. Nothing. It’s black…. Formless really. I think. I don’t know.”
I growl and turn away, not caring that I’ve made the other jump back a bit. As Piccolo raises a brow at me, I turn and face Uub again. “He taught you to read auras, right? Did it have any ki, any—feeling to it?”
The boy’s dark face goes blank as he searches his mind for the answer to that question and I find myself holding my breath. “Y-yes. It did have an aura. Very faint. Kind of like—I don’t know, like it was there, but wasn’t being used or something.”
I nod; my head lowering as I stick my hands naturally in my pockets. Surprisingly, I’ve always liked pockets. My hands are either in them or folded across my chest.
“Vegeta?”
I turn my head to look at Piccolo. “Hm?”
He raises an eyebrow. Oh, he’s— “I have no idea what it means. Every living thing supposedly has a aura—a ki signature. The Androids didn’t have it, Cell didn’t have it, Buu had one, but it was—different. This one has one but isn’t using it. Buu used his.”
“W-well, what do you think it means; that it doesn’t use it?”
My eyes go back to Uub, brown meeting black and searching the other. I finally shrug. Is that white in his black Mohawk? Already? “It doesn’t need to use it. But I have no idea why it would be there if it didn’t need to use it, or what it’s using in place of it. It might be there as reserves or if it uses it in a certain circumstance. Did it use it any at all?”
He shakes his head immediately. “I just saw it and it—was gone. Now—I can feel it.”
I cock my head to one side. “Feel what?”
He shakes his head and lowers himself back into his lotus position. “I’m growing old. Dying.”
I make a noise, walking toward the boy and leaning down to cup his chin with one hand and bring his head up to meet my gaze. He stares unflinchingly back, looking bewildered by the action but not at all afraid. He has grown then.
“Hn. We are all dying, boy. It’s how you choose to die that matters.”
“It’s also how you’ve lived. And I’d say you’ve lived well.” I let go of the boy to turn to the Namek, who was looking at me with that statement. Old habits die hard. After the second time I died, I kind of forgot that the third time would be—different in the end.
I turn away from the boy fully. “How do you wish to die?”
I hear his head raise, his breath come out in a shocked huff. Piccolo is eyeing me nervously. He knows what I’m asking…so does the b—man. “I—I want to stay here. Try and help out if I can. If you guys—need me for anything...I’ll help however I can.”
I nod, back still to him and ignoring the Namek. “We’ll want to—keep an eye on you.” My eyes widen a bit as the door to the dojo suddenly opens. I take a step forward at the sight of my son’s head peeking through the door. He looks—
“No….” It’s said softly, coming from my own lips, though I certainly don’t recognize the voice. Blue eyes meet mine and he looks so—
He’s slowly ushered forward into the room by Goten behind him. I feel myself taking another step forward; I hear a voice beside me from far away. It’s Piccolo’s. I know this. But—he looks so—he’s….
“I saw it.”
The ground is trembling, or perhaps it is just me trembling. Whatever it is, before I know it I am trapped in two arms, rising through the air, through the roof we never crash through. There should be a roof, right?
“Vegeta, you need to power down. You blew the roof off the dojo and you need to calm down. You need to be in control right now, Vegeta.”
Is he talking to me? I think he is. I blink my eyes, looking down at the green arms that surround me. The dojo is below us, roof indeed missing. Anyone who was around the place has fled and everyone inside looks up at the two of us.
“Let me go.” My voice is quiet, tired, and it manages to scare me. The arms tighten briefly before releasing me. I allow myself a slow fall back to the ground.
The Namek follows me as I land and approach my son. Trunks looks at me nervously, saying nothing. What can be said?
“We should go home.” I feel numb. I feel nothing. This isn’t—this wasn’t supposed to happen.
My son nods at me and I’m walking past him, out the doors and onto the street of the island. I stop there, waiting for them to catch up to me. Only Trunks comes out. I glance away as he approaches, my throat closing up. “Where are the others?”
He doesn’t at all look comfortable with my dull tone of voice. I can’t allow myself to feel. It isn’t safe…for anyone. “Piccolo and Goten are going to stay here for a bit longer, make sure everything’s settled and Uub doesn’t need anything else. He—won’t need to come with us now.”
I shake my head violently, only stopping when Trunks wide eyes refuse to leave my form. I rise into the air, feeling him following me, silent except for his breathing. Even it is quiet.
We must fly for quite some time before he speaks. “Sorry.”
I stop my flight immediately; turning to him with what I’m sure is shock. “What?”
He stops a bit slower than me, meaning he has to look back at me, which he does so, reluctantly. “Sorry.” It’s mostly mumbled this time, and he won’t meet my eyes.
I float to him smoothly and cup his chin with my hand, bringing him to eye level with me. “And what the hell are you apologizing for?”
His eyes are too moist, it makes me very uncomfortable. “It’s my fault. I told the girls and didn’t wait around for Goten and I came here and turned into an alley and I saw it and—”
His eyes widen as one of my gloved fingers hushes him by placing itself over his lips. “Stop that! You are a Saiyan Prince and you are never at fault for your actions. You—” I’m hearing my father in myself, but hearing him blame himself—sounds too much like me.
“Let’s go home. Get something to eat. Rest.”
He nods silently and I feel the sudden urge to place a hand on his shoulder. I do not quell it and he looks at me with wide, shocked eyes. I guess I rarely if ever do such things.
Heaving a sigh, I turn and fly toward the house, wondering when exactly I started to think of it as home.
<* …*…*>
A touch startles me up and out of my sleep to whirl with a growl toward a figure that jerks back in surprise. I calm myself as I recognize his scent and turn to cover my overreaction. “What?”
A soft snort answers me. “It’s late. Everyone’s asleep. What are you doing in here?”
The place he indicates is a gravity room I set up outside the house. It was packed in one of my trunks, which means I had to revisit that room. Luckily she’d picked up everything.
“Training.”
This time his snort is louder as he lowers himself where I had been, except he’s sitting. I do believe I was lying on my back. The last thing I remembered was training after informing everyone of that damn thing’s latest victims…. My son….
I sink down beside the Namek, feeling him close to me, a warmth I have to struggle not to—
My son had done better than I. He kept his control, rigid and upright through the whole thing. I’ve about lost it several times, just telling everyone, just seeing their reactions and my son’s lack of one.
“He’s worried about you. He’s keeping himself awake waiting for you.”
I snort this time. “He needs—” He needs his rest. As if he’s ill, as if it’ll just go away if he gets some sleep and takes his medicine.
I feel the body next to mine shift closer and tense slightly. The Namek stops moving, his form barely touching me. It’s—nice. “I’m starting tomorrow. I’m confronting that bastard and he’s going to tell me everything he knows or I’ll—”
“Blow up the planet? Kill him?”
My head whirls toward the others, and I know how I look—insane…desperately maddened. I can see it in the reflection of his black eyes. “What do you want me to do? Just let it kill him…slowly…as if he’s old and weak? Bardock said he knew…that he’d done something. I will find out what!”
Piccolo slowly nods. “You will. Trunks knows you will. He trusts that you’ll do everything you can. Just like Gohan trusted me.”
I shake my head, turning from him. “I don’t know how you did it. I don’t think I could—fight with him…knowing that I’ll—kill him.” The last two wards are strained and I grit my teeth on them. I sound like—like my son is dying.
I feel lips graze my neck and do not respond. It is a feather-light touch, just a brush of flesh and air. They come back, cool lips that stay for a moment longer, till I tilt my head and let out a soft sigh.
Hands take this as a sign and encircle my waist gently. So gently…softly. As if I’m fragile and will break. My head falls on his neck languidly, but still I feel a restlessness, something rising inside me that must break or I’ll surely—
“Mm….” His hands have steadily risen up my back, uncovering it as his fingers work deftly on tense muscles there, massaging them with a tingling heat. His lips continue to press into my neck until I feel like melting into him.
He relents then, almost releasing me fully, and I look up with confusion. His eyes…they don’t show me what he is thinking…feeling. They only reflect my own image back. He is—
My fingers are tracing his jawline, working up to his cheek and lightly resting there. Gloves were taken off long ago in favor of feeling the cool tile on my fingertips. Now they feel cool, green skin beneath them.
I raise myself up on my knees, wrapping my hand around his head and bringing him in to meet my lips. They are demanding, not at all the soft contact he has been giving me. I want this…I need this. Now.
He does not protest as I lower us, me straddling him, pressing my hips and my erection into him and groaning into still captured lips. They part and my tongue slips past. He is quite willing, letting me dominant, and I relish the power over him, soak it in. I need it…I want it.
I thrust into him again, trying to feel contact through clothes. And it isn’t enough, it’s never enough!
Suddenly I jerk back as both our clothes disappear into thin air. He smirks up at me and I chuckle. Handy that. If he can make clothes, I suppose he can unmake them.
I lower myself back down, both my thighs pressing down on him and my head lowering to his chest, to tease a green nipple with a tiny lick of my tongue, just a dart out and back in to taste him.
He moans and arches his back into me and our erections brush, sending warm, soothing electricity through us both.
“Need you.”
I can’t tell whether he or I have said it, but it doesn’t matter. We both agree with the statement. I lower my head again, this time taking his nipple in my lips and sucking, hard. I feel hands grapple in my hair, twisting and encouraging as he shifts under me.
I distract him with my tongue and teeth, alternating between swirling around the now hardened nub and pulling it with my teeth, as I reach back with my hands and pull his legs into their positions, one laid out beneath me, stretched comfortably straight, the other angled so that it lies over my shoulder.
“W-wait.”
I don’t want to wait. I want this now. I need—
His other hand is fumbling around the floor beside us and I growl until he sticks a tube in my hands. I pull my head up and look at what he has handed me.
I laugh.
He can’t move as he glares at me. Not with the position he’s in. “What?”
I shake my head, still smiling as I lower it and press my lips to him. I feel—something akin to gratitude. Impatiently, I shove myself up enough that my cock is free for my own touch. However, it seems that Piccolo is just as impatient as me.
He grabs the tube out of my hand, opens it with a simple twist, and liberally coats his hand with it. “What, Namek? Afraid of a little burn—?”
I gasp and clench my teeth as his hand closes around my erection and slowly slathers the lube all over. He’s chuckling, I can hear it in the back of my mind, but I’m too busy thrusting into that cool hand to care.
I let out a low moan edged with a growl and bare my teeth as his hand leaves me. The growl’s caught in my throat though as the still-lathered fingers reach down to caress his opening. My eyes are wide as I watch him enter himself. They snap up to his face as he lets out a wanton moan bordering on a scream.
His eyes are rolling to the back of his head and he’s pushing down on his fingers and it’s making me hotter than I’ve ever been in my life. Making me so hard I’m going to come just watching him finger himself.
I reach down and pull his arm away from him, away from him teasing himself, and settle my cock near his opening, stopping just to savor the look he’s giving me, to savor the feeling of being poised before something so perfect.
He tries to impale himself on me and I thrust forward obligingly, both of us sucking in a breath at the sensations. I have to hold myself where I am the feeling is so great. Now I know why he looked like that…I look like that. Like if I move, I’ll lose it all.
“Vegeta.”
I look into fathomless eyes, drowning in more than just his gaze. He’s so—burning me up, surrounding me and encasing me in— “Gods….”
“Mnh.” He moves then, and it takes both of our breaths away.
It’s so…. “Per-fect.” I set up a grueling rhythm then, one he’s hard-pressed to follow. Finally, he just lets himself go to me, goes lax in my grip as he grips my erection and I pound into him.
I know I’m hitting that place, and each time I hit it his breathing becomes more and more labored; his moans and groans more like shrieks and screams. It’s so hot and tight and I just keep moving and pumping in and out, feeling that burn sheltering me crescendo until it must peak, it must break off, or I’ll surely die.
And it does break off, and I feel myself empty into him as he spasmodically clenches around me, both our shouts filling the dome-like structure and echoing off the walls until our ears want to burst as our bodies did.
I collapse on top of him, still inside him, feeling my heart pounding but my breath long and even. “I needed that.” It’s a whisper, but he still hears me. His arms still come around me, holding me where I am. And it feels—nice.
“Let’s go inside. Then we can all sleep.”
I think of my son, waiting for me, worried for me. And he’s the one who’s—
“Let’s.”
A/N: Whew. That was a toughie. Forgive me for the delay, but I have been very sick. In fact, I’m going to take a short nap right now…. This tuckered me out. ^_^ Hope you liked. Yes, there is an end in sight. I see it now, so have no fear! Lol
There are two discrepancies in this chapter. I did not know the name of the island where the Budokai is held and I forgot that Kakarott wished everyone to forget Buu, which means they would’ve forgotten Earth’s explosion and Vegeta’s voice calling out to them. Still—it’s a fluke. Minor one, but a fluke.
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