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Unforgivable	By : thePrincesJewel Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�My meal seems to be worth more all the time.�

�Indulge my curiosity.� Vegeta threw the clothes on the bed, pushed Goku down on it. �Tell me what happened to change you. The first time I pushed you down like this, you fought. The second, you pleaded for me to stop. I can do this,� Vegeta�s hand glided up Goku�s thigh, �and you don�t flinch. I do this,� his hand moved further, capturing and stroking, as he laid next to the younger Saiyan, �and your flesh responds, but your eyes are dead. Tell me, what happened this last year?�

�I changed.�

�Why? Even after I raped you twice, you came back to me, acting no different. What happened, Goku?�

A flicker of emotion, swiftly depressed. Goku�s hand drifted up, almost as if against his own will, to stroke Vegeta�s face. �I changed.�

�I�m aware of that, idiot. Did it mean that much to you, that they didn�t believe you?� There was silence. �Or was it me? I seem to recall wiping your smile away last time I saw you..� Black eyes were suddenly hooded, the long lashes sweeping down. Goku�s breath caught, just a little. Vegeta�s eyes widened, just a bit. �I meant that much to you? You wanted to change so completely because I hurt you?�

The hand against his cheek trembled, the only movement except for breathing. Vegeta frowned. �Foolishness.� He stood, staring down at the broken creature who had once been the most powerful man alive. �Sheer foolishness. I�ve hurt you many times. What�s once more?�

�Look at me.� The black eyes opened, the other Saiyan suddenly on his feet. �Look at me, Master. Who am I? If you didn�t know my chi, would you know me?�

Vegeta opened his mouth to say yes, then reconsidered. The butchered hair, the new scars. Tattoos and earring. Kakarot was still muscular, still tall, but there was an aura around him now that definitely did not correlate with Goku. The air of innocence, of gaiety, was gone. There wasn�t even a brooding silence. It was as if he were just an emotionless machine. He thought of finding the man selling himself on the street. No self-respecting Saiyan warrior would do that. Even what little had been Saiyan about him was gone. It was the eyes, though. No one looking into his eyes would ever believe this man was Goku. �No. I suppose I wouldn�t.�

�I am Kuroichi.�

Vegeta grabbed up his clothes again, put them on as he considered that simple statement. �Gives me something to introduce you as. Get dressed. Your wife will be loud enough if she figures out who you are, without you being next to naked.� It wasn�t until he was half-way down the stairs he realized Kakarot - Kuroichi - hadn�t answered his question.

�And what about your� friend?� Bulma asked. �Is he staying for supper, too?�

�I hired his services for twenty-four hours. He stays until after lunch tomorrow.� Dark eyes met, the taller man�s dropping almost immediately. �This is Kuroichi.�

Chi-Chi eyed the man. Skin tight leather pants, and a black mesh shirt. His slightly greasy hair hung in ragged locks, his expressionless eyes bored into her own. She dropped her gaze to the muscular torso, and the dragon tattoo that showed through the mesh, along with several nasty scars. She�d seen him before. �Where did you find him?�

�Same place I found your husband,� Vegeta answered calmly, helping himself to a plateful of chicken.

�You found Goku?� Hope warred with anger in her tone. �Where is he? Upstairs? You just wait until I see him!�

�He informed me,� Vegeta eyed the cheese tray, �that he didn�t want to return.�

�WHAT!!!! HE SAID WHAT!!!?� Chi-Chi screeched. �How dare he! Why doesn�t he want to come back? He�s got a home and a family here! Where was he? I�ll go after him myself.�

Vegeta felt the air of almost despair, and found himself turning to Kuroichi. �Here, sit with me and have something to eat.� He fixed the man a plate while the entire rest of the company gaped at him. Only then did he turn back to the stunned harpy. �He said he was at home, woman. I imagine having all of his friends and family turn on him and not give him a chance to explain how he came to adopt his daughter had something to do with his decision.�

�Oh.� Chi-Chi dropped back into her seat. For lack of anything better to say, she focused on Vegeta�s companion. �And that? Why bring that home with you?�

He met her gaze levelly, and stared her down. Not until she looked away did he answer. �I don�t need to explain myself to the likes of you. Excuse her, Kuroichi.�

�Yes, Master.�

Chi-Chi leapt back out of her seat. �You!�

Kuroichi looked up from the meal he was slowly consuming, and to Vegeta as if for instructions. Then he turned to face the angry woman. �Yes?�

�Do you know my Goku?�

�Yes.� His white-knuckled grip on the chicken leg he held went unnoticed by all but Vegeta.

�Where does he live?�

�He doesn�t.�

�What? Vegeta just said he found him!�

�Goku is dead,� Kuroichi said, and took a bite of the chicken. �He wanted to make sure he couldn�t be forced back here.�

Vegeta�s eyes flickered to the man next to him before returning to the meal before him. Black one� he chose his name well.

�He� he�?� Chi-Chi�s voice faltered.

�He destroyed himself,� the man said flatly. �He made sure he couldn�t come back. If the dragon is called, he will refuse to return. Vegeta�s visit was unexpected, and he didn�t want it repeated.�

�Quite the performance, Goku. But, you never answered my question.�

�Goku destroyed himself. Only I remain.�

�Oh, I don�t think so. You were hurt when Bulma didn�t recognize you, and hurt worse when your wife called you a thing. I know you better than you think, Kakarot.�

�My name is Kuroichi.�

�Kuroichi,� Vegeta whispered, making the name a caress. �Tell me what happened to Goku.�

�I killed him,� Kuroichi spat. �I couldn�t stand him anymore, so I killed him.�

Kuro ichi. His despair, I suppose, eating away at him. Goku wasn�t one who would kill himself, but he would sacrifice himself if he needed to. I wonder� �It was harder for Goku as an adult on his own than it was when he was a child, wasn�t it? No friendly girl-children dragging him home for meals, no teenage girls dragging him on adventures and providing the housing and food. No old hermits to live with. He actually needed money, didn�t he? Why didn�t he just get a job?�

�Doing what?� Kuroichi asked dully. �He tried. He took all the jobs he could that didn�t need someone really educated. He worked in factories, in restaurants, did odd jobs for people. He broke the machines in the factories trying to learn how to operate them, got fired from the restaurants because he ate more than he earned to pay for, and the odd jobs just didn�t come often enough. What was he supposed to do?�

�Live off the land. He�d done that before.� His idea to discuss Goku as if he were someone else, that was getting him the answers he wanted. �Why didn�t he do that?�

�He did. He ate what he caught as he traveled. He drank from what streams he passed. And he slept wherever he fell. He walked, Vegeta, in a straight line. If there was something to eat that wasn�t directly in his path, he didn�t eat. If the water wasn�t right in front of him, he didn�t drink. When it caught up to him, he was in that town where you found him. He collapsed there, sick. He�d been suppressing his chi that whole time, trying to convince everyone he was dead, because he thought that was what they wanted. All he wanted was a new life. And I gave him that life, when he finally realized he was too innocent to survive.�

�Why didn�t he just go back home?� Vegeta pulled the shirt from the other man, traced the scars he knew were caused by whips. �Why did he choose your life over trying again?�

�He�d tried. After he left you, he tried. Four months ago, he tried. He realized then he didn�t have any home except the one I made for him.�

�Four months ago?� Vegeta slipped his arms around the other man. �You knew Chi-Chi wouldn�t recognize you.�

�I saw all the women that day. Chi-Chi, Videl, Pan, Bulma and Bra. They didn�t even give me a chance to tell them who I was. I thought��

�You thought they might recognize you tonight. But it hurt that they didn�t, so you killed Goku at the dinner table, didn�t you. Don�t lie to me.�

�Yes.�

Vegeta reached up, tracing a scar that cut across Kuroichi�s eye, down his cheek, and across his mouth. �You didn�t come to me.�

�I�m here now.� Back in your arms, again. This time, it�s my choice. This time, you can�t hurt me. This time, there�s no one left to hurt. Goku is dead. Only I remain. Only Kuroichi, and this is my life. �What do you wish me to do, Master?�

He lay curled on his side, after, Vegeta curled around him. Goku is dead. Dead. There is nothing left of him. What hope remained that Goku could be revived was crushed. I am Kuroichi. I have been a long time. Now, I can admit it. I am� a whore.

But one thing bothers me. Vegeta, he was so gentle. Not like before. Why would he be gentle? Vegeta is not a gentle man. I don�t understand. Why is he being kind? He is� being kind, isn�t he?

�Kuroichi.�

�Master?� The question was automatic. Kuroichi had played the role of a slave many, many times.

�When did you choose your name?�

I remember. I was so sick, I barely even registered what was happening to me. They fed me when I finished performing. I got better. But by then, I didn�t care what happened to me anymore. My energy returned, but not my strength, and I suppressed my energy. I didn�t want to be found, not after what had happened to me. What still happens to me, because I have chosen to let it happen, because I wasn�t capable of doing anything else. �I chose it when I chose this life.�

�I did not choose such a life. You were even stronger than I was.� He allowed the not quite question to hang.

�I was.� The simple statement hung, much like the question. But in this, Vegeta proved stronger. �I� got sick. When I recovered, I had become Kuroichi.�

�Did you choose that name?�

�It seemed suitable.�

Vegeta trailed his fingers along Kuroichi�s ribs. �You didn�t answer my question.�

�I did.�

�You became Kuroichi while you were sick, but you chose the name?� Gentle insistence.

�It was the name they gave me, it was the name I chose to keep.�
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