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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: 11

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 11

A purple haired head pops up as the sound of the door opening and closing fades. We�ve entered in the back, but it is here that he waits for us�for me.

�Hey.� Sleepy blue eyes blink a bit as Trunks stands, stretching his arms over his head.

I stand there for a moment, staring at him, but the�turmoil I felt from earlier is gone. �Decided to send someone out for me? As if I need a nursemaid?�

My grouchy tone of voice is something we�re both comfortable with. He smirks at me, and again it is something comfortable. �Didn�t want to hear you complaining tomorrow because you got a kink in your neck sleeping wrong.�

�I was training. I don�t sleep��

�Yeah, yeah, I know. You don�t sleep in the gravity room. Heard that one before.�

As I huff and fold my arms across his chest, his nose begins to wiggle. He eyes me strangely and I merely smirk. �Allergies again?�

He raises a brow and looks from the Namek to me. Piccolo is trying not to make eye contact and I�m making as much as I can. Pretty soon both his brows come up and he looks like he�s hyperventilating.

I guide him back to his chair, and he does not resist me. �Okay?�

He looks at me with wide eyes and then his eyes slide to Piccolo. �You and��

�Yes, me and him.� I pause, not wanting to seem that I�m concerned about how he thinks�ah hell, I am concerned. �Okay?�

He seems to know what I�m asking and looks at both of us thoughtfully. �Well, you two seem�happy.� He blinks. �Did you two�just now�?�

I roll my eyes, folding my arms across my chest. �My sex life is none of your concern, boy. Just like yours isn�t any of mine.�

He glances away quickly, a blush suffusing his face until it�s red. �Um, yeah. So�when you guys came back late�� He glances up, obviously interprets the expression on my face, and glances away again. He rises quickly. �Well, time for bed, eh?� A smile crosses his face, but the way his eyes shift from me to Piccolo; it�s disturbing.

I let him lead the way to the beds, and he steps aside before my door, looking at both of us with that same expression on his face�. Is it wistful, regretful? What is it?

He mumbles a goodnight as the door closes behind Piccolo, who I immediately turn and look at. �What was that?�

He raises a eyeridge. �The thing with Trunks?� When I nod and move to the bed, stripping slowly, he answers. �He�s never��

I spin around, almost tripping for the fact that my pants are around my ankles. �He�s never?�

He nods once and steps forward to strip me of my shirt, pulling it over my head so I can neither ask for more information nor see his expression. I glare at him as the shirt is moved from my view. �What do you mean �he�s never�? Surely some girl��

His eyeridge rises again. �He�s not into girls.�

Both my eyebrows hit my widow peak. I can�t see it, but I�m sure they do. �What?�

He rolls his eyes melodramatically and holds a hand out. I take it unconsciously and find myself tripping over the pants my ankles are tangled around. Frowning and grumbling I kick my feet to rid them of the encumbrance. When I�m finally free, I growl up at Piccolo and begin to tug at his own waistband.

He sighs and tugs his pants down over his hips. I direct them the rest of the way, deliberately licking my lips as I lower myself with the pants and am head to head with his cock. It jumps a bit and I smirk up at him. �You mean he�s into guys?�

Piccolo is staring at me with something like trepidation and blinks at my sudden question. �Uh�yes.�

I let his pants pool around his ankles; then methodically twist them around. One step and he falls flat on his face. As I turn my head back up to him, I let my face travel closer to a cock that is starting to rise. �And how do you know this?�

He swallows dryly, I can hear the rasp in his throat as he forces liquid down it, and works his mouth for words. �Everyone knew.�

I stare up at him affronted. �Well I sure as hell didn�t.� I stand quickly, brushing my knees off though nothing is on them. �Now why is that�Namek?�

He frowns at me before shifting and finding that he cannot move without tripping. His arms pinwheel for a moment before I decide to show him mercy and steady him with two hands. I smirk at him as he bares canines at me. �Well?�

My hands still on him prevent him from freeing himself, but he does manage to crane his neck around to see how he is tangled up. Finally, he meets my eyes with something of a look of amusement. �And here you told me you take everything seriously.�

I keep from stomping my foot on the ground like a petulant child by a bare margin. �I do too take everything seriously.� That�s it; the tone alone made that point moot.

He vainly hides a grin. �Of course you do, Vegeta.� Before I can retort, he continues. �He had something for Goten.�

I gape, letting go of him and almost making him fall before I remember I have to keep him balanced. �What�something?�

He grins, thoroughly enjoying this. �You know. Something.�

I look down at his fingers as he raises them and they begin to caress my arm. �Oh. Something.� I frown then. �But Goten��

He nods once, serious once more. �As Gohan did. He had�has no idea.�

I shake my head and bend down once again, bypassing an obvious arousal to untangle his feet from his pants. �These Sons. They�re so blind.�

I can hear him rolling his eyes. �And you saw perfectly clearly that night. You looked like I�d just punched you in the gut.�

Turning my head back up and letting a hand snake up and deliberately trail across his erection, I smirk at his gasp. �You�re green and asexual. I was supposed to see that coming?�

He grits his teeth down at me before his hands surprisingly begin to caress my face, cupping them and smoothing over my features. And that feels� �Mmm.� Am I nuzzling�? No, I don�t want to know.

�I liked the look on your face then. I liked knowing I�d put it there.�

Dark eyes meet dark eyes with lust clouding them over. It gives the Namek�s eyes a sheen of silver. And damn does that look sexy. �You�ve always�?� It�s rather arrogant to want to know, but I�ve never been humble.

His chuckle tells me he agrees with my thoughts. �No. Not always. You were annoying, condescending, arrogant, an ass��

My frown increases his grin. �You�re not winning points down here.�

He chuckles once again. �It was twenty-five years ago, when I saw more of you than I wanted to.�

My brow furrows as I think for a moment. �When I was drunk and you�spied on my mind.�

He nods, quite serious. �I saw everything.�

Gaping up at him, I once again rise, this time straightening and pulling back at the same time. I feel as if the blood has drained from my face. �E-everything?� Stuttering� that�s never good.

He stays where he is, wisely. �You were drunk. You had no control. When I went in, I saw everything. I saw�you. And I�� Here he shrugs. �I never told anyone anything.�

I�m still gaping at him, and I snap my jaw shut once I realize I am. �I�� I�m at a complete loss for words. What do you say to someone who knows you�your past, as well as you do?

He starts to move toward me and I flinch back. He immediately stops and I note that he looks very worried. �Vegeta?�

I shake my head. �Everything?� There�s no way he can know everything, understand everything. But he never said that, did he? He never said he understood everything. �I will never understand how you can constantly be like that.�

Of course�. I feel myself calming down. �You know everything, Namek? Sure about that?�

He blinks at me, the worried look fading to confusion. �Yes. I saw everything in your past�before I mean. I have no idea what you�ve been doing for twenty-five years.� He shrugs. �Does it matter?�

I nod immediately and the worried look comes back onto his face. �Yes, it does. Over two decades is a long time, Namek. Long time� Want to see?�

If face-vaults were possible, I�d swear he is doing one now, complete with the sweatdrop. �W-what?�

There, got him stuttering now. �Want�to�see?�

He takes a step forward and is pressing his own bare chest into mine. He�s warm�hot almost. Didn�t know mind-reading turned him on so. I smirk up at him as he gauges whatever is on my face. �You�re okay with it?�

I tilt my head to one side. �It�s admirable. You knew everything about�me and you still� It�s flattering.�

He smiles, a genuine smile, and I find myself blinking. I watch his face lower in slow motion and then feel cool lips pressing against mine, moving against mine. Gods, I�ll never get enough of the friction.

I must make some sound, because he�s moving back up, eyes still on mine with hot intensity. �I�d rather you tell me. I want to hear your voice.� His own voice is whispered and I swear I must make a whimpering sound.

My arms rise of their own volition, moving around his body and pressing our cocks together before I begin to slide myself up and down him. �Nothing much to tell. Really.�

His eyes roll out of exasperation and the sensations I�m producing. �Now�I know why�had to look��

Now he�s using fragmented sentences. I smirk and stop all my movements. �Get to it then. So we can come.� He shudders and growls in aggravation as I chuckle. Poor thing. I�ve been teasing him all night, haven�t I?

He sighs, giving me a defeated look, and places a cool hand on my forehead. How can he always be so cool and so hot at the same time?

I feel nothing as he moves his hand away, eyeing me carefully. I blink. �Shouldn�t I have�felt something?�

�You blew up a planet?�

I frown, not quite meeting his eyes. Shrugging, I move away a bit. It�s suddenly chilly in here.

�Who�s Grull?�

That�s an easier question. The other is more�suicidal. I don�t want to remember that. �Big and annoying cat. He came when I was on�that planet. He knows that�Instant Transmission trick�of a sort. I owed him. Still do, I suppose.�

He nods, moving to the bed and sitting on the edge. He pats the space next to him but I pretend not to see it. He does not press me. �So, this cat just popped out of nowhere right before�� He�s even shying away from it. Though that glimpse he took the first time must have told him I was�like that. �And�what? Fights you?�

I glare at him. He saw all this. I shouldn�t have to tell him. I sigh and take the seat next to him. �I was�somewhere else. I�d landed on that planet with no food or water. I hadn�t had food or water for a week. I have no idea how I made it even that far.� Trunks had been right about that. It did take longer than a week to get anywhere. I had known that too, but hadn�t cared. He�d disobeyed me and put two week�s worth of food in the cargo hold. Otherwise�.

�So I got off the ship and everything�became distorted. I�blanked.�

�Which you�ve done several times here.�

He doesn�t have to tell me what happens when I blank out, so I nod silently. �Suddenly something attacked me. Knocked me over and began clawing at me as if it was insane. It was the cat. I retaliated, fought back. He beat me. Badly.�

A chuckle makes me turn to see him cautiously sliding a hand over to my own. It rests over the top of mine and I let it, staring at it without reacting. �I woke up to find myself tucked in a bed with a green, centaur-like creature bending over me.� I chuckled this time. �If you think I�m annoying�. Vulgur�s worse. I�ve accused him of being a woman sometimes. Except it�s his �time of the month� twenty-four-seven.

�He told me I�d suddenly popped out of thin air right on his ship with a cat that had looked at him, snorted, and left me there. He was close to just throwing me out the hatch, but he was curious. He was lucky I was still too injured to do anything to him for that comment.�

I shrugged. �I found out later, after I healed fully, that the planet I had been on had exploded. I had�powered up too much. But�I don�t remember it. I never told Vulgur what had actually happened to that planet. I never even told him who I was until after I�d found out about the planet.�

I chuckle again, my gaze going to the far wall. �That wasn�t pretty. Seemed I had blown up his planet when I�worked for Frieza. We got into a fight. I beat him to a pulp. But, for some reason, I didn�t kill him. I just�left him there for a few hours, then I cleaned him up and we acted like it had never happened.�

I look at Piccolo as his hand closes around mine, squeezing a bit. �Maybe you didn�t want to be alone.�

I shrug, continuing to hold his gaze. �Maybe. It gets tiring.�

He nods, complete understanding in his face. Twenty-five years of� After Gohan had� He must�ve been quite lonely.

�Anyway, he told me about a job�bounty-hunting. I told him I�d need someone to do the semantics, since I just like to go out and get the job done and�we became partners of a sort.�

�And Grull?�

It always went back to him didn�t it? �Grull�was Grull. He came back a few months later, when�well, I�d just�it was��

�The child?�

My head snaps up to see him gazing at me. I don�t want to�so he does. �The child you had to kill. You were given the assignment. You went to carry it out. And the perpetrator was a child.�

I nod slowly, eyes not leaving his. There�s no blame there. There�s plenty in my mind. �He killed his parents, the king and queen of his planet, took the throne, was making his people�s lives a living Hell. I�� I can�t keep his gaze anymore. �He looked like� I killed him. He put up no fight. Cursed me with his last breath. Said my children��

I�m scowling at nothing now, shaking off his hand, rising quickly, and stalking to the window. I throw it open and let the cooler air brush by my naked body. �He cursed my children to a painful death. I told him I had no children and laughed in his face. Yet it was he who laughed, laughed at me with his eyes because he knew.�

Piccolo is silent behind me, giving me time. But there�s not enough time for me to muddle through thoughts and perceptions. �Before I came to Earth, I had no problems with these�things in my mind. Now, they�re like little demons, whispering. It was easier when��

�Do you wish to change back to what you were?�

I turn at the voice, as cool as the Namek�s hands are. I quirk a grin. �Already done that, remember?� My head lowers slightly. �No. This may be more difficult, but�it�s me now. I can�t go backwards anymore.� My head comes back up and my brow furrows as he rises to stand in front of me. �I suppose you had a lot to do with that.�

He mimics my earlier eyebrow raise by raising an eyeridge. �How so?�

My hands come up and encircle his neck, pulling me up and him down. My lips brush his as I speak. �Calm in a storm. Whenever I lose it, you pull me back.�

He smirks at me, eyes locked onto mine. Both of us are breathing a bit heavy. �Even if I have to kick your ass?�

I mimic his smirk as I lean forward and capture his lips. We break away and I disentangle myself from him, moving back to the bed. �As if you could.�

He follows me as I turn the covers over and get in, scooting over to give him room also. He eyes me for a moment before joining me, starting in surprise as I roll over onto him.

There is silence for a moment before he speaks. �You�ve never gone to level three since that first time.�

It is not a question, but I answer him, my words hushed as they brush across his skin. �No. Tried, but it didn�t work. I don�t want to think about what it would take for me to do it again.�

I feel him nod, and we are both silent again.

<* �*�*>

I must�ve fallen asleep sometime during the night, for I wake to find myself curled around Piccolo, his arms securing me against him comfortably. I do not move, just lay there, soaking in the sun�s rays that filter through the still open window and warm the Namek�s skin around me.

I make no sound, but I still feel him wake. �Good night�s sleep?�

I nod silently and move a bit. His arms loosen, but the fact that I merely turn and burrow my face in the crook of his neck keeps him from letting me go. �Mmuny.�

I growl a bit at the chuckle that follows. �What?�

My head rises to meet twinkling black eyes with my own glaring ones. �Hungry.�

He nods. �And if you�d said you weren�t I would�ve been shocked. Did you eat yesterday?�

Glancing away, I roll off him and onto my feet at the same time. �We left before breakfast.� My answer is short, but it is an answer.

As I lean over to retrieve clothes from my drawer I can feel his eyes boring into my back. I crane my head around to see him still reclined on the bed. �You getting dressed? I�m sure they�ll have some sparkling water just for Nameks.�

Piccolo huffs and rolls his eyes as he rises and my eyes trail languidly over his muscled form. �You know, I never really liked green before. You wear it well.�

His eyes stray to my still bent-over backside, and I know what he�s ogling. �I should hope I do. They aren�t expecting us�?�

My sudden movement in front of him and the fact that I�ve sealed his lips with mine interrupts him. There�s no complaint though, just hands on waists moving to backs, one set trailing down while the other goes up.

As green hands entangle in my hair and draw my lips closer, my own hands trace the crevice that marks the entrance to the Namek�s ass. There�s a hiss of breath from Piccolo as he tries to keep my lips on him and lean back onto the fingers now caressing his opening at the same time.

One finger crooks a bit, just entering, not enough to burn but enough to tease. I draw the Namek�s lower lip into my mouth, nibbling on it until it threatens to bleed and then sliding my tongue over it in apology.

My other hand is busy tracing a path down the front of the Namek, and Piccolo is moaning in frustration as he tries to thrust backwards and forwards as both hands tease him.

I can hear him to mewl as my finger suddenly drives in deeper with no warning, my other hand just hovering over his erection. He�s mostly trying to make my finger hit that spot inside him, but he can probably feel the heat from my hand as well. I smirk. It must be driving him mad.

I just as suddenly remove my finger and hand, dropping down on my knees before he can protest and engulfing his cock in my mouth. I feel him jerk and dimly hear a sound that is definitely a strangled yell. And if they weren�t awake, they�re awake now.

This was what I wanted to do last night, what had been interrupted. Now, I slowly pull my lips back, sliding his erection out of my mouth and feeling hands grip my hair to keep me there.

My lower lip pulls back as my upper lets go completely, then I�m sliding my tongue over the top of his cock, letting my lower lip follow it to his curls. Surprisingly they are black, and I find myself trying to picture him with black hair before I grab the hair under my nose with teeth and pull slightly.

His hips jerk under me at the motion and he lets out what must be a yelp, his hands entangling in my hair. I can�t decide if he liked that or not, but mentally shrug my shoulders, latching onto his cock again with my lips and using my tongue in tandem, dragging it along the vein that runs underneath.

He does like that and I find myself adjusting quickly as his hips begin to thrust forward uncontrollably. Pretty soon we have a rhythm going. It�s surprisingly slow and languid, as if we have all the time in the world.

I feel my own hand creep down toward my erection, pulling and tugging in the same rhythm and intensity that I suck the Namek with. I can tell by a renewed thrust that he�s noticed what I�m doing and can�t help but smirk around his cock.

Letting my hand slowly torture me, I give it one last tug, one more punishing grip, and press down on the slit, humming my scream around his erection as I come over my hand.

I feel him tighten beneath me and pull back till just his head is in my mouth, swallowing quickly as he comes. It doesn�t taste all that bad for someone who just drinks water.

The hands in my hair are rubbing in a way that almost reminds me of petting and I nuzzle the inside of his thigh to encourage it.

�Are you purring?�

The noise I hadn�t realized I was making abruptly stops as I glance up at him. I see his eyes widen slightly and his breath catches as I merely raise an eyebrow. �What?�

His head shake reminds me of when I was taking a drink� Oh! That�s what he was doing. I smirk. �See something you like, Namek?�

He scowls and pointedly ignores me. �Weren�t you hungry?�

My eyes go straight to his now limp cock. �Very.� I hear him groan at the pun and raise my head, managing to look surprised. �Oh, you mean for food? Sure I am.� The shrug of my shoulders ends the charade as I stand and move back to finding clothes. �Hurry up and get dressed then.�

I bend over provocatively, but lunge back upwards as a very sound crack of a cool palm hits my ass. Did he just�?

I turn, eyes wide and mouth agape, only to see him facing away from me and putting on his clothes. �What was that?� My voice is indignant�and very loud.

He turns to me, pants on and holding his shirt to his chest, in the middle of the act of putting it on. �What was what?�

I open my mouth to tell him what exactly and snap it shut again. No, he�s not going to get me to say it. My eyes narrow as his lips quiver in a grin. And he does know what I�m talking about, damn it.

�Nothing.� I turn and dress quickly, hearing a snort behind me. I turn back around to see the strangest thing ever. The Namek is looking at me with�affection, amusement? It�s definitely nothing I�ve ever seen before aimed at me. Did she ever look at me that way?

He�s before me, suddenly, cupping my face and leaning down to capture my lips. His eyes remain on mine, that same expression with concern mirrored in them. It�s all I can do not to just melt into the man. Instead, I deepen the kiss, thrusting my tongue inside his mouth while keeping my eyes on him the whole time. I wait until he lets out a moan and his eyes close to slits before I step back, moving toward the door.

We both say nothing as I step into the hallway and lead the way to the kitchen.

This time I am decidedly late, so there is no cup of coffee put into my hands. Instead we enter the kitchen the see the �family� seated around the table, two places left open. I raise a brow at the plate piled with food at one seat and the glass of water at the other.

Smirking, I turn to the Namek, who is looking none-too-comfortable. Ah, yes, they are staring, aren�t they? �Looks like we were expected.�

There is complete silence to greet that statement and I turn back and seat myself, pointedly ignoring all the looks that flicker between the Namek and me. Piccolo carefully seats himself in the chair next to me, immediately picking up the water and drinking. I myself dig into food, and, as any Saiyan is while eating, am silent.

I can feel his eyes flickering between Piccolo and me. He can�t be smart enough to figure it out, unless someone told him.

My eyes glance up at Trunks, but he�s busy eating his own food. I check him for�anything. Uub had gray hair starting up, but my son is stronger than Uub, so�it�ll take longer.

My fork clatters on my fifth empty plate and I lean back, watching the rest watching me nervously. I smirk. �So, battle plan for today is everybody trains.� My hard gaze passes everyone, briefly catching on him.

I rise and raise a brow at the still-seated people who stare at me. Most of them glance away, but the ones who hold my gaze earn respect. I move around my chair and toward the door before suddenly swiveling on my heels and heading back. I reach his chair and in one move grasp him by the collar and forcibly walk him to the back door.

I hear everyone rising behind me and voices shouting�. Ah, they aren�t stupid then. Too bad he is; I�ve completely caught him off-guard.

By the time we�re out the door, he starts to struggle, so I oblige him by throwing him forward. He stumbles a bit, then catches himself and turns to me with wide eyes. I�m in his face before he can protest or question, my face the mask of rage it should be. I continue to walk forward and he begins to back up. Finally, he squares his shoulders and assumes that mask that he always puts on in front of his enemies. I smirk. Good.

I can hear the others behind us, but neither of us looks back and no one moves to stop us. There is complete silence as everyone waits for someone to make a move.

And there is a sharp crack that rings through the air as I backhand the idiot into the dirt, his head snapping back and his body following suit as he crumples to the ground. He did not try to block me, and he knew I would strike first.

He lays there, head slowly coming up to meet my steely gaze with his own blank yet determined look. The side of his face is red and I can hear those behind us shifting nervously. No one moves though, all is still.

�What do you want?�

I can hear it underlying his voice. He does hate me as much as he can. The Namek is more observant than me when it comes to emotions, to reading what people are feeling.

My eyes narrow and I take a step forward as he stands slowly. I smirk at him. �It�s simple. I want you to die.�

A/N: Oh-h. Cliffhanger. Well, wanted to get this out since I was so recently sporked. Did you know I have a spork in my car? It�s in my dashboard and boy did dad give me a weird look. Oh, for those of you wondering, mom�s getting married in July�. ^_~

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