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Disclosure
By : TristaML
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Chapter 11 (VP) Revelations:
Why the fuck couldn’t I have just told him how I felt? What difference would it have made? If he had some type of feelings for me then we could have done something with that and if not, then I could… spend the rest of my life moving on. I’ve always felt alone, why not actually be alone? I’ll be the only one left eventually, anyways…
Now I’m forced to leave this place and go live with a maniac who doesn’t have an opinion on anything because he’s only concerned with his narcissistic desires! If I had just said something then we wouldn’t be standing here battling for the fate of the world simply because I decided to knock the fucking sense out of him! He didn’t have any fucking sense to spare!
Damn it, this is all my fault.
‘Calm down. Bide your time. He will crack eventually.’
I can’t afford to let him get into my head, but… I can get into his…
Once he sees that’s he’s growing tired and I am not, he will start to get doubtful of his own strength… Maybe I can manipulate his reaction…
Our fate has been decided. This is what I wanted, isn’t it? Why am I getting what I wanted, some twenty years later?!
Is this it? Is this my opportunity…? I can finally end this rivalry once and for all, defeat him, and be done with my obsession?!!
I’m immortal, am I not?!
I will force Kakarot into submission. If the Earth gets blown up, oh well. We’ll just become terrorists of the cosmos. It’s like I always dreamed!
I mean, I have to be realistic, I can’t keep him docile out there any more than I can keep him chained up here.
I suppose this is how it was meant to be. He’s right. Maybe he was meant to destroy the Earth. Maybe it’s time for new tyrants to reign over the universe.
It would only be fitting, wouldn’t it? Why didn’t I see it before? I’m not stopping him from getting what he wants, after all, am I?
What else is there to do with our power but exercise it? After we leave this place, killing everyone and everything with it, we will have no reason to look back at our former lives.
No! That can’t be all there is to it, can it? I thought I was done with that life! Why am I feeding off his negative energy like this?
Is that who we were meant to be?
Has he been wrong this whole time?
Is that why we’ve both been so restless?
No! Get out of your head. Focus! Fight him!
‘You are fighting him…’
It means nothing. There’s no point in this. I’m just playing games with him, now.
I must think credibly! What am I going to do with the rest of my life…? Eternity is a long time… He won’t live forever. Then what?
Why did I do this to myself?
Just to defeat him?!
‘Worth it.’
Fuck.
“Hey!” he growls, “Get your head in the fight! I want to win while you’re at your best!”
I pause, and can’t help but reveal, “You are toying with me, is that it? Ha! And you think this is where our powers end?”
“Huh?” He halts, his eyes shining on me just as his skin starts to break a sweat.
“There is more than one level of Super Saiyan… or did your journey through Gohan’s memories leave that out?” I smirk.
He looks suspicious of me, but I have no desire to play around, so I show him the proof and power up, completely forgoing Super Saiyan 2, and I never went Super Saiyan 3, so I just went straight to Super Saiyan four.
He looks at me, stunned, and I notice that he’s staring at my tail, and my new form, with a strange admiration.
I laugh, howling at him. “Yes, go ahead and try it out! This is 3 levels beyond the one you’re currently at! If you can’t tap into this stage, you can go ahead and kiss your victory goodbye!”
Anger sparks in his eyes, but he tries without a rebuttal.
I wait impatiently.
And yet I wonder why I am impatient at all and let the feeling subside. I have all the time there is, don’t I?
He is struggling to gain the power necessary to transform. I laugh, secretly hoping for as much in the back of my mind. Then, as if some force unknown is egging him on, he unleashes his fury, and his body mutates, and his hair grows, and his power rushes forth. A tail sprouts from behind him, a rim of red circles his eyes and they turn color once again.
If Kakarot were not truly himself, he never would have been able to reach Super Saiyan four.
So, this is where we have wound up after all, in an epic battle of two great foes.
I power up an attack screaming wildly as I launch it at him. My head is pounding and my heart aches in the aftermath of our tête-à-tête. I’m tired of playing games with him. I just don’t care anymore. Why should I? What benefit is it to me to spare the lives of the Earthlings in this very moment? Everyone I’m close to is going to die eventually anyways, why not just end it now?
The blast hits him and pushes him back, but he diverts it to the Earth and is now grinning at me from afar.
He scoffs, “Did you think I couldn’t manage to get to this level, Vegeta? I am the best. You know that. Don’t go losing your head over it yet. There’ll be plenty of that later.” He laughs, clearly amusing himself with that ego of his.
I frown, unimpressed. I liked his attitude better when he was a simpler man. He, like myself, is under the impression that it doesn’t matter how long this goes on, he believes he will be the victor. Only one of us is right.
I have outsmarted him. I have defeated him already. This cannot be fixed.
I finally reply, my chest gnawing at itself, “When all of this is said and done, I will become bored of you. I’m beginning to see now, perhaps it was the chase I was after this whole time.”
He’s processing my words slowly, then he answers, “Now that you’ve had me in bed you’re over it, is that it?”
I sense a little bit of annoyance in his voice. I chuckle and nod, suggesting, “Once I defeat you there will be nothing left to tempt me into any further relationship. The obsession will be purged. It’s only natural.”
He hesitates to respond, and I can’t help but wonder why. He doesn’t like being put down after all, hmm? After all these years, I never knew any of my insults affected him at all.
“I’ll be honest with you,” he eventually remarks, “I wasn’t exactly planning on letting you live. If you die here it wouldn’t break my heart. But that all depends on how good of a fight you can actually put up. Do you have something else up your sleeve, Vegeta? Otherwise we can just call it quits now and be done with it. You can either submit to me or answer to death. If you choose the later, I’ll even let you go back to your wife for one more night. You can pretend everything is going to be okay and tell her goodbye.”
That was a telling offer. He wants me by his side. Is he jealous? Why even bring her up? I cross my arms over my chest, trying to feel him out without letting him know just how interested I am, I reply, “And then what? I’m supposed to just sit back and let you blow up the whole planet, with myself and your sons included? What will you do next, given that your plan works out? Just leave? Without a ship you won’t get far.”
He laughs. It’s obnoxious. I’m exasperated. He says, “I don’t need a ship and you know it.” He puts two fingers to his forehead and appears right in front of me.
My expression is not as cold as I am willing it to be. That damn Instant Transmission technique. Damn Gohan, that stupid fucking insolent child!
He grins and adds, “Or maybe you thought I didn’t know about this technique? You always underestimate your opponent, and overestimate yourself, Vegeta. ”
I glare at him and begin to speak, but he interrupts me.
“You know,” he coos, “Gohan revealed a lot of things to me… But he was wrong about a lot of things, too. He said you would outwit me, but it seems that for all the knowledge you possess you still don’t know how to defeat me. He even tried to convince me that turning on my good ways would be the end of me, and that you learned that the hard way. But I think the truth is that you’re just weak. You’ve always been weak. Weaker than Frieza, weaker than any foe we’ve ever fought, and most importantly, weaker than me.” He laughs, and I growl, but he adds, seeming to have just thought of it, “Perhaps I should pay Bulma a visit. I’m sure I can coerce her into giving me a capsule with one of those machines she so proudly built. Or maybe I can just take your gravity machine. It wouldn’t do me any good to go traversing the universe with nothing to do, now would it? Training while I travel would be the best way to go. You know I get bored so easily.”
I go to punch him, grab him, something, but my fist goes straight through the traces of his body left behind from his jump through space.
FUCKING ASSHOLE!
I tear through the sky, trying my hardest to get back to Capsule Corp. as quickly as possible, though no amount of speed could be greater than his.
(GP)
“Bulma…,” I start, not having completely thought this through. I drop out of the SS4 form, so as not to waste any more energy.
She’s startled that I appeared out of thin air behind her, but even so I can tell she is somewhat on guard, more so than I have ever seen her react towards me, even recently. “Go- Kakarot?” She says directly, standing up from her desk as she turns around to face me.
I have no time to waste, Vegeta is on his way, and fast. I grab her by the wrist and shove her backwards onto her desk as I demand, “Tell me, you have a ship that would be an appropriate choice for long term space travel, right? Give one to me, now.”
“I… um,” she stutters, apprehension visible in her eyes and her breathing. She’s suspicious of me, shaking even, but not as afraid as I would like for her to be, and not as forthcoming as she needs to be right now.
Why did I think it would be that easy? Resorting to desperate measures, I push her up against the desk, letting go of her wrist and grabbing onto her neck, but not too forcefully. She gasps as my hand goes from her neck to her cheek and she lets out a meek squeak. I draw my face down towards hers and whisper, “Now, Bulma, don’t waste my time… Is it Vegeta’s Gravity Machine? Is that it?”
“Yes…” she whimpers, “And no… It doesn’t have any food storage in it right now…” she tarries, fumbling her hands backwards onto her desk to get an edge in the awkward position I keep forcing her into.
I press my body in between hers, prying her legs open. My hand caresses her cheek as I continue to get closer and closer to her lips. “Then find one that does. I know you have one and I need a ship now.”
“Why?!” she blurts out, “What for?”
I grab onto her shoulders in anger and shake her up, explaining, “Do you want me to stay here?! Is that it?! I will let you go, and you will have one minute to produce a capsule for me. Do you understand?! You can’t run from me! I’ll come for you if you try, and I don’t think you’ll like what I’ll make you do for me then…”
She’s quivering at my fingertips, but her eyes are shining with anger and in her misplaced control over me. She cries, “Let me go, then! I’ll get you a damn ship.”
I smirk and release her, taking a few steps backwards.
Then I see it, and as quickly as she thought to stab me and put her hand in motion with the needle she had grabbed in the commotion, I grab onto her wrist once again and pry it easily enough out of her hand.
“You bitch,” I growl, and although my stomach is in knots merely looking at the thing I hang onto it. I backhand her, which sends her whole body to the floor like a limp doll.
Getting on top of her I growl into her ear, “What is this? Hmm? Is this some type of tranquilizer that can be used on Saiyans?!”
“No,” she exclaims, her eyes widen as tears begin falling down her face from the pain of being slapped.
“You’re lying,” I growl, knowing that I’m right. I have no time for this. I can sense Vegeta, he’s nearly here. I must move, and I must take her with me.
I put two fingers to my forehead and we’re off. The next blink of an eye and we are now at my house, well, my old house, just outside the front door.
I drop Bulma to the ground and growl, “You will get me that ship.”
She says nothing in response at first. Then she yells, “How?! We’re not at my house anymore, I don’t just have those things handy, and I definitely don’t just hand them out, even to you! And especially not right now when you’ve clearly lost your damn mind!”
I try to sense for Gohan, but he’s not around. Only Goten, Chi Chi, Videl, and Pan are here.
I have to think quickly, Vegeta will be by soon. I can suppress my power but not hers… Or maybe I can. Where is Gohan? I could make him my errand boy. He’s… nowhere to be found.
(VP)
“Father!” Trunks yells down the hall at me. His look of surprise reminds me that I am still in the SS4 transformation. I release the stage, there’s no point in it now, the battle has taken a more tactical turn.
Just as I arrived, and just as I had feared, Kakarot has gone off somewhere else and I cannot sense him. He’s taken Bulma with him.
“Goku was here! Just a moment ago, I tried to get to him… He was with Mom- I think he took her!” the teen cries frantically.
I only stare at him, too many thoughts rushing through my mind. He’s calling my name again, as though I didn’t hear him the first time. My blood is rushing. Calculatingly I devise a plan.
I command him in a stern voice, leaving no room for error, “Go, now, as quickly as you can, grab a food capsule case, the biggest one you can find and meet me at the Gravity Machine.”
He nods and is off. I search for Bulma’s ki, but in my frustration I find it more difficult than it should be. I head to the Gravity Machine and close it up just as Trunks is coming out of the house to meet me.
“Father, what’s going on?!” he says, his voice quaking, though he’s trying to remain calm.
I hold my hand out and he tosses me the case, I encapsulate it, and explain, “Kakarot is looking for a ship with storage. I am guessing he didn’t get one, and that’s why he took her. He thinks he can use her as a hostage. But I now have the thing that he needs.” I stare down at the two capsules in my hand.
“F-Father…” Trunks begins, but I look up into his eyes and all speech stops.
“Listen to me. There is nothing you can do against him, now. He is not the man you think he is. Surely you must know that.”
A tinge of understanding crosses through his eyes.
I am still searching for Bulma, but to no avail. How is he suppressing her ki?
“I want to help,” I hear my son saying.
I frown, “So do I.”
“Dad… there’s something else, I don’t think you know. After you left, Gohan and Piccolo and came by asking for a ship, too. They took it and left… they said they were going to New Namek.”
My eyes widen. They’re going to summon the dragon! But what will they wish for?!
Trunks continues to explain, “I overheard Mom talking with them, Gohan was telling her to be on guard. I should have been there- I shouldn’t have left her side!”
“Didn’t you hear me a moment ago?!” I snap at him, “There’s nothing you can do to stop him!”
‘Does Kakarot know? He couldn’t possibly…’ I ignore my sons flinch at my yelling and mumble, “If Kakarot finds out we’ll all be in grave danger…” ‘Even worse than we already are… the last thing we need is for him to become immortal…’
Trunks adds, “Mom gave them the best ship she had… She’s been building ships with the technology of the first Namekian ship she had, and she told them it was well advanced. She said they should be there within twenty-four hours, give or take…”
“That soon?!” I reply, astounded once again by her genius and hard work. She’s never mentioned such a thing to me before. I guess I never told her I might be interested. My ship is not nearly that fast. I couldn’t get there in time no matter how hard I tried, but Kakarot… If Kakarot finds out, he can… and he will…
“Father… what are they going to wish for? The Dragon can’t kill him… And he can’t change him back, can he? Gohan said you already tried…”
“No. He is not changed. He is reawakened… The Dragon cannot stop him. I don’t know what they’re thinking… They’re either going to save us or doom us all.”
“What can I do?” my son asks.
“Nothing!” I bark, and suddenly I realize that I will have to make Kakarot come to me. I’m going to lure him to me. Our battle is not through.
Trunks simply nods, and I take off, searching for an open and deserted land far away from any city. Kakarot will be too curious to refuse my invitation when the sparks start to fly as I power up, back into my SS4 phase. He will assume I have gone mad, and believe I am wasting energy. Let him come. Let him fail. But above all else, I must keep him ignorant.
(GP)
“Bulma,” I grunt, “I don’t want to do this… Just relax and enjoy it…”
“Get the fuck off of me!” she screams. “You’ve already taken me from my home, so I can’t get you want you want! Let me go or Vegeta will come for me!” She’s fighting me but it’s no use.
“I’m sure that he will,” I smirk, pushing her legs open, her skirt makes all too easy access for me. I add, “But for right now he can’t sense you… Not until I drop the barrier around us, which I will do once I get inside of you…”
“Why are you doing this?!” she asks in shock, “You’ve never been like this! You’ve never done something so terrible! This isn’t you!”
“Is it so terrible?” I ask, pulling out my hardened penis, “I will do what I must to get what I want. And right now, that’s Vegeta’s cooperation.” I reach down and touch her flower, she’s not so dry for an older woman.
She tries to kick me, but I’m a stone wall and she is rubber next to my strength. “Please, Goku! I know you’re in there somewhere! Vegeta has been cooperating with you, can’t you see that?!”
“Shut up,” I growl, and force my way inside of her. She cries out, realizing that she must give in. I am gentle with her. “I don’t want to hurt you, believe me, I just want to make Vegeta realize that I am in control. I am the better Saiyan.”
She squirms and whimpers and fights, slapping me and biting, but it will do her no good in the end.
Thrusting into her, I lick her neck to try and calm her down, and whisper, “I know you like this, don’t you? I bet Vegeta makes you beg for it, doesn’t he? Anything to boost his ego.”
She continues to slap me, I let her, but I don’t know what she thinks it’s going to help and I laugh, pulling back and then pushing back in, getting further inside of her heat.
Her eyes are clenched closed and she’s trying her best not to make a sound, but small moans are escaping her lips nonetheless. I am not forceful with her. A tug of her hair here, and a pinch of her body there, and she’s practically dripping already, her body gripping my cock naturally. I imagine Vegeta making love very passionately to her, much more intimately than he might even admit. I can’t help but think of him…
“Go… Kakarot… Why are you doing this…?” she whispers, as I grab onto one of her breasts and squeeze gently, continuing to fuck her with long, hard strokes.
“I want Vegeta to see it,” I answer simply, already having explained myself.
Looking for Gohan was futile, searching for Piccolo proved to be fruitless, as well. They wouldn’t help me anyways. This is between me and Vegeta. I will get to him, somehow.
What better way to pass the time than to fuck my Prince’s wife out in the woods until he finally shows up?
Until now I had placed a barrier over the two of us so that Vegeta would not be able to sense her, but now that I have released it, he should be on his way any minute.
Maybe I should have waited until I made her cum to bring him here. Will he lose it to see his woman in my arms? I hope so… I hope it drives him mad!
I can tell Bulma is confused, but her body is not arguing with mine any longer, her energy is spent. She’s enjoying this, more because she can no longer deny it. I’m not raping her. Although I may have forcefully coerced her into position, the initial penetration was not rough, and I have not been violent otherwise.
She pants, tears freefalling from her eyes, “Vegeta… he will…”
“He will what?” I chuckle, “Save you? He doesn’t really care about you, Bulma. He and I have been fucking, or did you not know?”
She opens her eyes and stares at me, her mouth agape, but says nothing in response.
I admit, speaking darkly, “I’m not doing this because I want you, I’m doing this to get to him! You could never understand! Vegeta is mine! Not yours! Or anyone else’s! I’m going to break him! Or kill him. We’ll just have to wait and see what happens first.”
She’s gasping and groaning louder, now, and every once in a while she still tries to push me away, and I’m pumping harder into her, angling myself just slightly deeper.
“What the fuck happened…?!” she cries.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about… But if you’re wondering about me and Vegeta… Oh, Vegeta… I can’t really explain it myself…” I sigh and groan, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer. “He loves me, Bulma.”
Just then I realize that he’s powering up. I’ve been so far gone in my side of the plan I didn’t even notice. He’s going back to Super Saiyan 4! He’s, coincidentally, blinding himself with his own power he doesn’t even realize what’s happening.
“Please… I don’t want this…” she whimpers. “This is wrong!”
I whisper into her ear, “Nothing’s going to change the fact that it’s happening! This isn’t about you!”
Oh, he’s on the way, now! He’s pissed! He knows what’s happening, doesn’t he?!
Let him come! We will have one last battle of wills before I either destroy him or make him mine! Then this planet, and everyone on it, will be destroyed!
He arrives like an earthquake, shaking the ground. His eyes are ablaze as he calls out my name.
“Kakarot,” He growls at me, and I note, not for the first time, that his Super Saiyan Four form looks so good on him. “Let her go.” He demands, simply, his nose is in a snarl, his teeth are bared, his veins are bulging, and he’s slowly approaching.
I smirk and look over at him, continuing to fuck her, “Not until I finish. She’s not a bad lay, no wonder you waited so contently for me to come your way all these years.”
Bulma is screaming at the top of her lungs now, calling his name, and Vegeta attacks, but I flare up into Super Saiyan Four, too, and counter with something he wasn’t expecting.
Just as he comes to tackle me away, I allow him to draw closer, and simultaneously press the needle I was so graciously given by Bulma into his neck. I force down on the lever and insert all of the liquid into his blood stream.
“What the fuck?” He growls as we both roll away, toppling over one another from the power of motion of his tackle.
Bulma scrambles to get away from both of us and gasps, knowing exactly what happened. “Vegeta!” She cries, but doesn’t dare come closer.
I stand up, having fallen a few feet away from Vegeta, and I watch as he struggles to bring himself up to his hands on the dirt.
“What… did you do… to me?!” He growls, looking up at me, I can tell he is feeling lethargic. It’s a matter of moments before he goes back to his original form.
I kick him in his stomach to knock him onto his back, he doesn’t fight me at all, he can’t. He’s trying to lift his hands, now, I can see his legs twitching to find strength, but he can barely budge a finger.
I lean over him, “I told you to wait until I was done with her, but not that you’re here I think I’ll let you finish me.”
“Kakarot…” he moans, unable to voice, for once, what he’s thinking.
I smirk, “I was just telling your wife how much you love me, I was thinking, maybe we can make this work, but you have to tell her for yourself.”
“You… cocky…” he mumbles and pants and tries to get up once again, but he fails miserably, falling back into the dirt.
“Did you hear that, Bulma, it wasn’t a denial. Now, I think if that serum you made hadn’t been so strong than maybe we could have gotten a confession.”
She’s speechless and terrified, and clings to herself, cornered up against a tree.
I turn back to Vegeta, and say, “I’m still hard, I feel like it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I wonder what your mouth feels like right now. I bet I would like face fucking you without your gag reflexes. We could give her a show...”
Vegeta moans again, his breathing is haggard, but he’s still fighting his own stupor. He speaks, slowly, “Wouldn’t be… much fun…”
“On the contrary…” I disagree and get on my knees above him. I lift his head up with one hand and guide my stiff penis inside of his mouth with my other hand. Once the tip of it is in, I grab his head with both hands and do all the work with my hips.
Although he can’t suck or close his lips completely around me, this feels incredible. He’s swallowing around me and moaning, his eyes clenched shut, and I’m moving at my own pace, going deeper and deeper into his mouth. I can feel his hand touching my leg and grabbing gently. This definitely isn’t as fun as when he’s stroking and sucking my cock willingly, but I’m enjoying the experience.
I take a look back at Bulma, who’s hand is covering her mouth in shock and horror. I smirk at her, and she flinches, and closes her eyes, seemingly disgusted by herself for watching.
I moan, “Damn Vegeta, even without any effort you’re still amazing at this…”
He’s trying to move. I can feel the shift of his legs and his arms, he probably isn’t comfortable. I was close to cumming earlier anyways, and I’m close now, too, so I won’t waste any more time. I shove myself inside of his mouth all the way, over and over again, until I feel that sweet heat rising, and I know I’m going to cum. I pull out and spray all over his face as he gasps for air, his moans lingering even after I finish. He looks up at me, and damn it if I can’t help but be enamored by those eyes. I don’t know what that look means, and he wouldn’t tell me even if he could speak and I asked him.
“Vegeta…” I moan, setting his head down gently. I sit back for a second onto his chest as I catch my breath.
He lays still, gasping, not bothering to fight his situation any longer, at least at the moment.
I reach back to feel his cock, just wondering if he’s hard, and he is, but there’s something else in his pants…
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