Get Psycho

Get Psycho

Chapter 11: Morph

written by: Agent 182

The Prince of Sayians paced. His teeth gritted together tightly as he walked in the living room waiting patiently for his estranged son. He had not shown up yet and Vegeta couldn’t fight the feeling of dread that rose in his stomach.

He frowned.

But thankfully Goku had been safe and asleep when he came back. He had been up and about. Well, as much as he could be. He was very broken up about that man not being Finch.

It was him. Everything about him was that psycho! But the eyes . . . they didn’t hold that need that always seemed to drench his glazed over eyes.

The house was eerily silent. Goku had gone to bed. It’s past midnight and Vegeta’s son had not shown up. He cursed at himself, trying to figure out why he didn’t do anything else. But if his son wanted to go . . . he would let him. His frown deepened.

Exhaustion would soon take him over if he didn’t get some rest. Either way, he would get it. He moved over to the couch and collapsed atop of it. His dark pools slowly drifted shut and he welcomed the peaceful darkness.

He was abruptly awakened at 5:12. With a frown he grabbed up the phone and brought it to his awaiting ear.

“What?”

“Mr. Briefs, I have bad news.” Vegeta stayed silent, because he already knew. “Your son was found dead at Orange star high school. The body of Son Goten was found there too . . .” Agent Tyler’s voice trailed off for a moment.

Vegeta scowled and held back his threatening tears. “Dammit . . . wait . . . did you say Goten’s body? What was it doing there?”

There was a dismaying silence on the other end but a familiar voice soon spoke. “I don’t know, sir.”

Something else that didn’t make sense was added to the lengthening list.

Both males said their quick good-byes and he hung up the phone. Something still plagued his mind as he sat there on the couch.

~ ~ ~

There was a knock on the wooden front door of Gohan’s home. Yamcha quickly got up from the couch and answered it. He smiled but it shifted down as he saw familiar upswept hair. “Oh it’s you . . .”

The bandit only received a glare. “Where’s my daughter?” His hands were dangling at his side; not the usual crossed arms.

“Upstairs.” Vegeta nodded, his eyes glancing around the room. He seemed distracted by something and his eyes were oddly glazed over. “Is something wrong? And where’s Goku?”

“Nothing’s wrong . . . Goku . . . is still sleeping at home.” He seemed to enjoy saying the name. Yamcha pressed his lips together. Maybe all this stuff was going to his head.

“YOU LEFT HIM ALONE!” Vegeta casually brushed aside the accusation and walked past him. His eyes caught sight of short black hair, Pan. A smile came to his lips.

“Pao yoo you think you can get Bra?” The girl smiled and nodded, quickly scurrying out of sight.

A new voice met Vegeta’s ears. “ . . . have . . . been holding . . .?” He still stared after the girl for a moment and snapped back into reality as he felt a strange warmth to the right of himself. He turned and faced kind eyes.

“I’ve been doing well. And you?”

Gohan’s eyebrow drew together. Something about Vegeta didn’t seem . . . right. “Uh . . . fine . . . is my dad here?”

“No, he isn’t. I left him at home with Trunks.”

Gohan nodded and slowly spoke. “It wasn’t Finch . . .” Ice drenched his words as he said Finch.

Vegeta’s eyes seemed to brighten up. “No, it wasn’t . . . do you mind if I take Pan with Bra and I to our home. I know Goku and Trunks will be happy to see them.” Gohan hesitated before answering. He studied the older Sayian. Something was definitely wrong with him. He never calls Goku . . . Goku! “They need to get their minds . . . unjumbled.”

“Um . . . sure, if they want to. Tell my dad I said hi.”

“Oh I will . . .” A smile came to his lips that chilled Gohan to the bone.

The two demi-Sayians raced down the hall. “Hey dad!” Bra shouted as she saw him. Pan was next to her smiling.

“Hello. Do you and Pan want to go with me back home.”

Both the girls nodded. “Yeah that would be fun!”

Vegeta smirked. “Alright. Lets go.”

Gohan stood in the door way still letting everything sink in. He had seen an odd glimmer of something in Vegeta’s eyes that he had never seen before. A spark of something . . . crazy. He had a bad feeling and he couldn’t rid his stomach of it. He spun and moved past Yamcha.

“What’s wrong?”

“Something isn’t right.” He answered as he picked up the phone and dialed in Capsule Corps number.

“What?” A very familiar deep voice said with a little too much anger behind it.

“V-Vegeta?” Gohan said in disbelief, but he can’t fly that fast! “Is Pan and Bra there?”

“Hell no! Why would they be here?”

“Were you just here a few minutes ago?”

“No! What’s with all the questions? Did you decide to play detective?”

“You were here a second ago!”

“No I wasn’t I was here all fucking day!”

“Then who just left with Pan and Bra? He looked exactly like you!”

Vegeta was silent for a moment. “Oh . . . Kami . . .” It all started to sink in. “Kakkarot and I will be over there in a second!” And with that the phone went dead.

~ ~ ~

A cruel smile came to my face as I heard the young girls chatter about some boy at school. If only they knew how cruel I can be . . . I think that I’ll show them . . . yes . . . show them . . .

“Hey dad? Where are we going? This isn’t the way home.” The blue haired girl spoke. She looked an awful lot like her mother. Blue eyes blue hair. Yes, I do recall taking her life from her- NO! I ripped it from her like I ripped her skin from her body!

Should I tell them? No . . .

“I know that. But, It’s a surprise where we’re going.”

“Then why did you lie to my dad?” I cringed as I heard the other female’s voice.

“It’s because I didn’t want him to know where we’re going.” I paused in front of a house that I had picked out especially for this. A very Special house. Yes . . . so special . . .

“Here we are.” The looks on their faces were priceless.

“Why are we here? This place is sick looking?” I frowned and my eye twitched as I turned and faced them- their light . . . was not bright. Not bright at all. They’re expendable . . .

I guess I will have to help them . . .

“Come on girls, lets go inside.” They groaned and followed me reluctantly, up a huge flight of stairs and into the house.

We walked into the old abandoned building. The same one where I had tasted Goku. The same one- where that . . . THAT BASTARD showed up and ruined fucking EVERYTHING! My fists tightened, quickly drawing blood.

blood . . .

Blood . . .

BLOOD . . .

“Dad? Are you okay?”

I glanced over at her deep blue eyes. Like the ocean . . . the ocean is watery . . . like blood . . . like HER BLOOD!

I blinked a few times- ridding me of those . . . thoughts . . . I don’t need them now- NOT YET!

“This way.” I heard their footsteps stop.

“D-Dad . . . you’re hair is changing colors . . .” I grabbed some of my hair and jerked it out- taking a chunk of skin with it. Their eyes went wide. With fear.

I glanced over the golden hair and let it fall to the floor. Just like their bodies will fall at my feet . . . their blood pooling their bodies . . .

“Oh my . . .” The black haired female turned to the blue haired one. “RUN!” She suddenly shouted but I wasted no time. They were not faster than me!

NO ONE IS! AND NO ONE, NO ONE TRIES TO ESCAPE ME!

I raced after them, catching my hand in aqua and jerking back, sending her frail body into the nearest wall sending her into a deep sleep.

My eyes followed the other one as I easily caught up with her. The door swung open and I grasped onto her pink jacket. She slid out of it and fell. She plummeted down the wooden staircase, her flesh slamming into each piece of wood, successfully crushing her bones with an almost sickening CRUNCH. I could stand it of course.

Jagged white appeared at her arms, the pearly bone sticking out. With a final wet THUD she hit the concrete, her body rolled fosecosecond and halted. Her sharp scream still echoing into the distance.

I took a step down each step; the crimson that was splattered across the wood was now on the bottom of my shoe.

She didn’t move, much to my dismay. DAMMIT! With my gold toed boot I flipped her over onto her back. Her face now mangled and cracked, blood soaked her clothing and various bones poked through her shirt, mainly her ribs that one protected that powerful muscle that was probably torn through. My fists tightened, as did my jaw.

She’s fucking dead. SHE’S DEAD! And I- I didn’t even kill her! My eyes twitched as I brought my foot up.

This is not turning out like it should have. This was supposed to be easy! So simple . . . but it’s anything but that!!

With that thought, I brought my foot upon her head- sending coagulating blood across the concrete, chunks of skull and brain followed it, as did her blood soaked hair. Wasted blood . . . wasted life . . . WASTED TIME!

I spun around, my eyes locked on the open door.

She won’t get away. SHE WON’T!

I flew up the stairs.

SHE WILL DIE!

SHE WILL SUFFER!

SHE WILL-

I leaned down and pulled her into my arms, carrying her into a room in the back. I placed her on the metal table and strapped her arms in. That smile coming back to my face- well . . . I wouldn’t say my face. But the one they saw me as. I hearlow low groan as I turned away, fixing my equipment.

“D-Dad?” She whispered weakly and tried to sit up.

“Don’t try sitting up. It’s futile. You cannot escape.”

“Who are you?”

“Oh you know . . .” I didn’t have to see her to know that her face turned ghastly white. I then slowly faced her. A scalpel held loosely between my fingers.

“Wh-what are you doing with that?”

I sighed. What the hell is with all these stupid questions? “What the hell does it look like?” She didn’t answer. Do have to explain everything? Damn idiots . . . “I’m going to cut you open and take out your organs!”

She gasped again as if she didn’t know.

Pathetic.

I moved next to her so I was towering over her. I brought my hand down and pushed her shirt up a bit, so her stomach was showing. For such a spoiled brat she had a nicely toned stomach. I placed the cold blade on her tanned skin. The skin shuddered under it and I pressed down, the blade slipped through the epithelial layer like butter. Soon blood bubbled over the side of the blade, causing my stomach to lurch with need- but I held it back. I need to . . . I need . . .

I stopped all movements ands waited for it to pass. It reluctantly did so. Then I continued. Digging the blade deep within her shivering flesh.

She sobbed loudly as I continued . . . her tears falling from liquid blues . . . just like her mother’s had.

I carved a half circle er ber belly. Blood poured from the deep wound and onto the awaiting floor. Leaving droplets of red. So red . . I o I opened the fold of skin- her organs visible to my black eyes. They went over each one- contemplating which ones I should remove.

But one caught my eye. Her liver. I grinned at her and brushed my bloody finger across her cheek. “I think someone is hungry . . .” I whispered lowly. No . . . not her . . . someone else . . . the light . . . oh he is not going to enjoy this.

And neither will she.

I let the blade sink into the connective tissue. Breaking through everything that held it in place- which wasn’t much. Her screams grew louder as the organ finally came loose and ughtught it into my hands. Gently pressing my white gloved fingertips into the semi-hard organ. So beautiful . . . her life dripping from the ends and to the floor . . .

I grabbed for a plastic bag and placed the organ inside. Zipping it tightly.

I looked back to her pale face, her oh so blue eyes threatening to roll back.

No . . . not yet . . .

I moved swiftly and removed another- her stomach . . . the rather large organ was removed with a pull of the blade- the acids spilling into her insides- her shrieks causing my insides to quake.

I placed her stomach into another bag- keeping it separate from the others, not wanting the acid to melt her liver.

Then went another- and another . . . until the area was cleared out . . . her screams had long sense died out. Just as she had. Now only her body cavity remained- and it was completely empty. Nothing remained but blood, acid and what remained of the organs.

Each one was placed in a labeled bag and set inside my briefcase. Oh this will be so wonderful . . . Yes . . .

I placed the skin back in place, removed the heavy restraints and I picked up her frail and icy body.

It didn’t take long before I arrive my my destination. Cap Capsule Corps.

I glanced around the surroundings to see no one was there . . . good . . . yes . . . perfect . . . oh so perfect . . .

Once I got inside I placed Pan and Bra in the tub . . . filling it half way with water. The clear liquid instantly turned the color that I craved. Red . . .

Steam filled the bathroom as I exited it and went back into the kitchen- preparing a very special meal.

It wasn’t long before I placed the organs into the oven and quickly cooked them. Making sure they tasted delicious with the sauce that I made.

I fixed the table up, red napkins folded around a fork and a knife. Two cups of wine sat on both sides and plates of steaming food were next to it. I stood in silence as I waited . . . waited . . . and waited . . . for far too long.

Then in the distance I saw it.

Light . . .

I grinned, I knew he would come. But he is with another . . . his son . . . the one that remains alive . . . Gohan . . . he won’t for long . . .

The door opened and the two came into sight. “Jeez Vegeta, you got here fast . . .” The younger male said and eyed the food. “Uh . . . I’ll go if you want me to, you seem to have everything under control . . .”

“Yes, I do have everything under control. Kakkarot . . . take a seat . . .” A warm smile came to his face and there was something else there . . .

Love . . .?

I watched as he sat down and looked at the plate for a moment. “What is this?”

Gohan looked over at me. “I’m going to go.” I shrugged and he left the dome building.

Perfect . . .

Just the light and I . . .

“Oh, just something special I cooked up just for you . . .”

His eyes pierced mine. “Are you feeling ohkay? You seem . . . different today . . .”

I took a seat next to him and sipped my sweet tasting wine. Looking over it I smirked. “I’ve never felt better. Eat.” I instructed and he hesitantly did so. He took a bite of a piece of meat and his face scrunched up but he swallowed the meat. I did the same across from him, yet it tasted wonderful to me.

I chuckled silently as he gagged, reached for his drink and drank a bit only to spit it out across the white tablecloth.

“What’s wrong Kakkarot? Don’t like my cooking?”

“T-this is blood!” He shouted in disbelief- his eyes going wide as he looked at me. “You! You’re not Vegeta!” He stood up- fear in his eyes. Oh, it looked so beautiful . . . . . . . so . . . beautiful . . .

To be continued . . .