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Much Like Suffocating	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Much Like Suffocating
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Much Like Suffocating

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WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:

A.
If I owned the show (DBZ), dontcha k yok you�d be watching the smut
instead of just reading it? (Insert
standard disclaimer here: I don�t own
Vegeta, Goku, (any other characters mentioned herein) or the show they came
from DBZ DBGT or just plain DB.)

B.
ALL RIGHTY. *rubs hands
together and looks up terms for the list of warnings: * Sadly, this is AU, but folks, don�t run away
already screaming. You can read
it. I swear It�ll be chocked full of
lemony goodness. LEMONS (Not talking
about the fruit here, either. I�m
talking about the sex ones; although how did it come to be a �lemon�
anyway?) Homosexuality (er�duh.) Also (warnings I�ve never used before!
Gasp): bondage, shady professions, and
graphic descriptions. (Hopefully
graphic anywho.) Also, dirty language
doubtlessly. DARK. BAD THINGS HAPPEN HERE FOLKS.

C.
As always I strive to keep folk in character even when they are not
�themselves� in the canon-sense. If
you�re reading this and you�re like they are so not in character, give it a
chappie or two and see if you still think that.

I tried very hard not to write this. I batted it down and tried to starve the
bunny (the plot bunny) until it went away.
And you see how far that got me.

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The
benefit�the only benefit of being born with spider blood in his veins, had been
that he had never had to wait to go anywhere in the whole of his life. When he wanted to go somewhere, it was
there, the knowledge of how to make it to his destination. The ability to spin a web around himself,
freeze the shit out of his skin and remove himself to the place he wanted to
be. That ability�as far as he could
tell�was the only useful spider part of him.
He was blindingly pale (that he attributed to the spider genetics as
well), he was light haired, and he was a Saiyan. Had a tail and blue eyes and his skin was hot to the touch. Everything about him was majority Saiyan.

Not
that that fact made a fucking bit of difference when his dear old mommy had
sent him (when he was just about eight) back to the palace with a note that
read �You made it, fucking taking care of it� to the King. That had gone over so well. The king had given him a look, then turned
his back to him and sent for �Bardock� the General.

Bardock
the ass. Bardock the liar. Bardock the fucker that had so much of a
black aura around him that Trunks could barely be in his presence without his
vision blinking out and his instincts kicking in, screaming at him to murder
the traitor and then try to explain to the whole universe just what it was that
the ass had done. The real bitch of the
situation was this: he had a
brother. Bardock had somehow gotten rid
of his brother. His older
brother. Which meant that somewhere out
there in the world, there was the real Prince of Saiyans. Either in league with the mother-fucking
bastard or being abused by him.

Ten
years he had looked for this kid�hardly a kid, he had to be at least nine maybe
ten years older than him�and thus far he had not heard anything about him. Did not even know his name. Which made it fucking hard to look for him
when you had no clue what he looked like, how old he was or what his name was.

Bardock
had tried to kill him that day. Caught
him by the tail and pulled out a knife, told him that there was only one heir
to the throne. Trunks was not
that heir. (Of course, he doubted
Bardock was talking about his older brother when he said �heir to the throne.�) But spiders were survivalists by nature, and
he had blinked right out of existence before the knife could slash across his
throat. Eight. And he had spent weeks sobbing out his
little blue eyes, trying to figure out why it was that his father wanted him
dead. Emerged from that with new
determination to get of Bof Bardock. To
avenge the attempt on his life.

Two
weeks later, he found out that the Prince�the real one�had been kidnapped off a
transport and the Great and infallible Bardock was mounting a rescue
mission. Fat chance of that happening,
Trunks knew, and every day of his life since then he had been working to
undermine and destroy Bardock. Could
smell his filth and deceit on every thing that the mother-fucker threw at
him. Countless assassins had come for
Trunks� life, and countless assassins had fallen before him. Spewed their blood on his clothes and begged
for their precious lives.

No
one lived.

No
one that served that man.

They
would all die.

But
first, he had to find the real Prince, had to rescue the Saiyan empire from
falling into the hands of the only other species he truly detested. The Icejins. The ones that destroyed people and planets and raped the world of
the living while they finger fucked nature.
Those that kidnapped and enslaved and giggled and squirmed. Those that thought they were the most
powerful, the most ingenious, that slid in the good graces of the evil-hearted
and worked their capitalist bullshit for the profit of themselves and the death
of the world. He hated them the way he
thought he could only hate Bardock.

No
surprise to find them paired up. In
fact, he wondered if Bardock had fucking mix-breeds running around the icejin
world. Wondered what the man had
sacrificed to get in good with Freiza�the bastard pimp of the universe that
dealt in only the rarest and most beautiful slaves.

This
wondering ended.

Doubtlessly,
by the kindness of Bardock himself, news arrived at his doorstep that but three
days ago Freiza had blown up half his pretty �house� of whores because he found
that the crown jewel of his collection had been taken. Vowed revenge on the spiders�for it was one
of their kind that had taken this jewel�and the Saiyans. Vowed revenge on Trunks himself, because
that was what he was; a spider and a Saiyan.
Further information reached him from Juro�where the mind readers
lived�to inform him that this jewel stolen from the crown of Freiza�s empire
was none other than his long lost brother.

Alive.

Trunks
didn�t even have to question it. Bardock
was fucking with them again. Waiting to
see what they hell they thought they could do that he hadn�t already �seen�
them do. Well fuck his smirking face,
because there were things in the universe stronger and faster and more powerful
than the asshole himself.

And
the decision had been made for him. He
had to go to his brother, had to finish a revenge that had brewed in his chest
for ten years and had never been fulfilled.
Had to offer his help to put the real Prince back on the throne before
the King died.

~~~***

He
looked at Bulma, heard what she had said.
�Oh, Gods. You�re talking about
Trunks�� Understood the fear she must
feel as she trembled next to Gohan.
Because Trunks had been the bane of the Saiyan empire for a while, but
even more so than that�more than the fact that he had been blamed for the
Prince�s disappearance�he was known to be indiscriminate about what he
killed. Anything that came against him,
anything that Bardock had sent to kill him had been sliced to pieces and left
in bloody piles. Cats and Saiyans
alike. Spiders hid in their corners and
watched with disgusted glances. They
were ashamed of this offspring of theirs.
Ashamed it had been produced from the loins of one of their own. (She, the boy�s mother, had been sacrificed
in an attempt to reclsomesome of that lost pride.) The Juro refused to acknowledge the boy�s existence, the threat
he posed or the nature of his evil.

�Yes,�
Goku said, �But if Bardock is evil, than Trunks isn�t what we think he is. He might even be one of our most valuable
allies.� Sure, he thought to himself,
tell them all stories about how the murderer is going to come save them from
the general. Let them think that
anything could stop Bardock. That�s the
way to do it, Goku! Make them believe
so you could believe it yourself.

He
rubbed his wrists, felt them burning, and wondered how far he could slip before
it started to mean nothing.

�He�s
a murderer,� Bulma hissed.

�I�ve
seen him,� Gohan whispered, �He�s more than a murderer��

Chichi
turned her face back to them, panted with the effort it took her to keep her
real face from their eyes. She stared,
with the darkest black eyes they had ever seen�dilated and blind�and she hissed
out through her teeth. �You are
cowards. All of you. Look at the way you cringe in the dark and
bind your hands. Afraid of the blood
and the pain. You whimper and hide for
your freedom. You call him a murderer
and yet you clutch the foul thing to your chest and call it friend, all of you
standing here today, all of you are Bardock�s strongest allies. He knows you would rather die on this ship
than face him. THAT,� she hissed,
clicked her teeth together as her forehead started to darken, as it seemed like
her face changed, morphing into something that was a true horror, �Is why he
chose you. Saved you all from your
persecution and sent you here.� Her
teeth clicked agaspanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> �Call my kind the
murderers. We are the evil because we
drink your blood. But the only thing
that could bring us freedom is terrified of the scars it bears. Let the murderer come,� she said, tilted her
head back, blinked her eyes�and they started to glitter��Someone must be
prepared to spill the blood.�

�You
should be a cheerleader, Chi,� Bulma snapped, rounded on her and bared her
sharp teeth, �You�re just so full of HELPFUL ADVICE!�

�Stop
it,� Krillin pleaded, �Stop.� He put
his hands on his head and fell to his knees.

Goku
turned around, looked at the Prince, saw Vegeta look up at him give him an
arrogant raise of his brows. But he
didn�t speak, twisted his hands against the bonds that held him. He sighed, looked at his own wrists, at the
dark scars that had never faded, and reached down, wrapped his hands around the
metal rings, squeezedm unm until they broke, and then moved back, watched
Prince rise to his feet.

�Shut
up,� Vegeta said. Growled it out, and
wiped the blood from his wrists on his shirt.
�You�re all idiots.� He reached
down, grabbed the little whimpering Juro by the arm and hauled him to his feet
once again. �You swore to serve me,� he
said, �Get on your feet and fulfill your promise.�

Krillin
swayed on his feet, caught himself as he started to fall again. Tried to mumble out yes or no, or something,
but he was pale to the point of passing out and his eyes were squeezed shut in
pain.

Bulma
turned to Chichi again, breathed out�her breath froze in the air�and she said:
�Dammit, Chi, stop making it so fucking cold in here.�

Chichi
smiled, laughed a short laugh and said: �It is not me.� She raised a hand and motioned toward a
small black whole, one that started to expand even as they stared at it,
sparkled purple for a second as the air froze around them and then, burst out
in flame-colored power. �Let the murderer
come��

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****

Gohan: *pout
*

Bulma *Glare at Chichi*

Vegeta:
WOO-HOOOOO! I�m starting to get
an attitude again! YES!~ *does a un-vegeta-like dance. *

Goku:
Woo-hoo, now could we move on to the hot monkey sex?

Gohan:
OH! Do you know what I just
realized? *everyone looks less than
interested * Trunks is a SPIDER
MONKEY! *falls over and dies from
laughing. *

Trunks: Hey,
buddy, I wouldn�t start laughing yet.
We don�t even know what you�re mixed with.

Jaygoose:

Have
this feeling I�m going to confuse a lot of people. After I finish introducing the last character, I�m limited the
POVs down. So that should cut through
some of the confusion. No, those thoughts
that Bulma was hearing are not hers.
That�s a mystery though~ Where
were those thoughts coming from?

I�m
not sure Trunks looks cool� But� *shivers *
Just wait until he gets pissed off.
*shudders some more�*

*throws
a party * YEAH! NEW CHAPPIES! YEAH!!!!!!! For
Friday! YEAH!

Setharo 07:

�Yes,
Trunks has some kick-ass powers. He
does not like Bardock. That is all I can say.
(Is restraining self from revealing more.) And~~ Can�t say about
what was in that engine room. Can�t say
about who�s thoughts those were in folks� head. (I can, but that would be telling~~)

Macha:

Its
okay, I always figured if folks took the time to review, I should take the time
to respond. ;)

Um. Chichi�s feeding times. *thinks about this * You know, not as often as like Saiyans eat
or Humans, but often enough that her energy reserves don�t get depleted. (This will make more sense as chapters
continue.)

Yeah! I�ve made you curious! Yeah!

Mechanical Butterfly.

*sigh
* I�m having a rather difficult time
being fair to Gohan in any of my fics.
I think the only one that he manages to stay on my good side is the
Hormone Therapy universe. Oh well. He�s not that important in this fic. Or iiiiissssss he?

Yes,
Lestat is hot. (I say this and mean
that in the movie, Interview with the Vampire, he was hot when Tom Cruise
played him, but when they made that horrible movie Queen of the Damned I
thought that guy wasn�t really Lestat-like at all.)

Welll� What is Bardock�s plan? If he hadn�t had saved Vegeta, how would he
have kept Trunks from the throne? Why
does everyone know that Trunks is the prince if the king tried to kill him? And
will we ever, ever get to hear Bardock�s side of the story? What is Freiza doing right now? Why isn�t he attacking the ship with Vegeta
on it? Does he even know where Vegeta
is?
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