Beautiful Stalker

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Beautiful Stalker


Chapter 12 - A Pleasant Let Down by Noel


A please smirk creased Vegeta’s features as he examined the destruction caused by one of his own. The last remaining member of his race, the only one he could rule over fully and take credit for his accomplishments. Kakarott was his and this masterpiece of blood shed was his, for him.

Gohan saw the transformation from shock to pride was over Vegeta’s whole body. Saw the man who he thought was there to help him, change into the man he once again feared. A saiyan, not just the man he grew up with, not just the man that partially raised him, but a killer; a cold-blooded killer.

He saw what was left of his mentor, his head and in the back of his mind he loved that head. He knew that head would save him and felt odd for loving the big green head, but right now that was all he had as he stood in front of his father and next to his Prince. Both of which were basking in the after math of blood spill. The way they breathed it in, the way they were drawn to it made him sick.

He silently watched as the pieces of green stemmed from the decapitated head. His mind marveled at the sight. If he could only hold his father off for a few more moments, if his body could sustain the massive power that surged through his very being, he could save the world from the utter destruction that was bound to follow his father’s odd behaviors.

“You killed my little girl?”

“Yes. I would do it again,” his father’s face twisted in a sort of agony before the hideous smirk returned.

“Who else have you killed?”

“Everyone.” He growled at his eldest son. The color drained from his features as he shook his head.

Kakarott?” Goku looked at Vegeta with pained eyes. Eyes that showed regret, remorse and sorrow. Eyes that held nothing of the love of the thick red substance that stained his milky flesh and tattered clothing. “Are you feeling alright Kakarott?”

Gohan watched as his father shook his head again, vengeance and hate took over his body once more. A smirk darkened his father’s features, created shadows along his pale flesh and creases in his baby like skin. It made his childlike father look old. For the first time in his whole life, Goku looked aged.

“Of course I am fine. What the hell kind of question is that to ask me, Vegeta? After everything I have done for you, you still doubt me?”

“No you baka, I don’t doubt you. I never have.”

Goku’s, or rather, Kakarott’s eyes darkened with lust as they trailed Vegeta’s lean body. Gohan felt his stomach twist and bile rise in his throat. This was not his father. His father would never lust over a man, especially not this man. This killer that stood beside him, a man his father loathed for years and tried to understand, then befriend, but never lust and certainly not love. No, this couldn’t be true, it couldn’t be happening. The same passion flowed through Vegeta. He saw it flicker then burn into a blazing lust and longing.

Gohan shifted his gaze towards the nearly reformed Piccolo. His foul mood vanished as the newly rebirth form twitched to life. The long gnarled fingers pressed their fleshy pads against the charred floorboards. The muscles in the green arms flexed as the heaving torso lifted soundlessly from the ruble.

Gohan knew he had to do something to keep his prince and his father from noticing his saving grace. Without fully thinking he sent his hand sailing into his father’s chiseled cheekbone. He put all the force he could muster towards his father in that single punch. Every inch of his soul burned with the hatred and as his father’s form went sailing through the air, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, Gohan realized the power he now had.

He barely felt Vegeta’s arms wrap around his now bulky body. With a slight shrug, the dark prince landed with a thud to the ground. A small grunt left his lips as he landed in the charred ruble that was once a capsule home.

Gohan’s eyes darted quickly to Vegeta, only to find his body flying backwards. Gohan landed directly on top of the struggling Prince. Both men grunted in pain.

“Get off of me brat!” Vegeta growled before he whispered, “We have to do something. This is not Goku. I don’t know who that man is.”

Gohan looked at the smaller man beneath him, his mind could not wrap around what was just said to him. Vegeta, scared? None of this made… yes, yes it did make sense. Vegeta was a survivor. He knew what his father wanted to hear. Everything was falling into place. Vegeta was feeding the more powerful being while plotting against him. He was smart, which made him a hundred times stronger than his father, and just that much more deadly.

To Vegeta, Gohan realized, Goku had turned into a saiyan version of Frieza. His father was no longer a safe person, but a psychotic one. A power hungry killing machine. A shiver ran through his body as the images of Frieza, Cell, Buu and Baby coursed in his mind. Images burned deep in his brain matter came spilling back.

His already weakening body was lifted off of Vegeta by his irate father, “Never touch him,” his father growled. He could feel the heat, the dampness, and the stench of his breath on his cheek.

“Goku put him down.”

Gohan instantly knew that voice. Piccolo had finally regenerated. His efforts hadn’t been in vain. His mentor lived and now the three of them, together, could sedate his father. Study him, understand what was happening and if it could be fixed.

“You?! I killed you once already for fucks sake. Why won’t you just STAY DEAD?!”

“Goku, what has happened to you?”

“Kakarott.”

“What?”

“You called me Goku. My name is Kakarott. Would you like me to call you Nail?”

“Fine, Kakarott, what has happened to you?”

“Ha. I won.” Goku dropped Gohan, who landed back on Vegeta.

Vegeta growled in frustration. He had almost gotten all the way up this time, “I am getting far too old for this. Get off of me damn you.”

“Won what Kakarott?”

Goku stalked towards the confused Namek, “Control. Goku is dead. Now tell me how you are still alive? I destroyed you and that bitch. I had hoped I wouldn’t have to waste more time.”

“I am a Namek.”

Gohan helped Vegeta to his feet and brushed off some of the debris that clung to the navy blue spandex battle wear, “Do something Vegeta.”

“And what would you have me do?”

“I don’t know. He’s going to kill Piccolo.”

“REGENERATE THIS BITCH!” Vegeta and Gohan’s eyes shot up to see Goku send is fist into Piccolo’s mouth and out the back of his head. A bright light emanated from Piccolo’s eyes, ears and nose before purple blood and green skin scattered around what was left of the room.

Vegeta’s mouth hung open as Goku tore Piccolo’s heart from the scaly chest. Blood oozed down Goku’s hands as a smirk took over his face. A small chuckle left his lips and he bit into the still warm heart. His lips coated purple and a dribble of blood ran down his chin. He licked it up and took another large bite.

“How rude of me. Would either of you like a taste?” He laughed full out as Gohan vomited. His whole body shook as Gohan dropped out of Super Saiyan three, his body tired and crumpling to the ground. “Too bad I was hoping for a fight. But I guess getting a snack isn’t such a let down either.”

“Kakarott!”

Goku smiled his childish smile as Vegeta barked his name out, “Yes my Prince?”

“Do not kill this boy.”

“What? Why? There goes all of my fun,” he stomped his foot on the ground and placed his blood covered hands on his hips.

“If we are to build an empire we will need fighters.”

“That’s what I am for.”

“My mate will not put himself in harms way, when we can have slaves that will do it for us.”

Gohan looked up at Vegeta who had his eyes closed in regret. His shoulders were slumped in defeat. He heaved a heavy sigh then made eye contact with an overly giddy Goku.

“Wow ‘Geta ya mean it? That’s sooo cool. Did you hear that son? ‘Geta’s my mate!”

Vegeta bent down and lifted Gohan to his feet, “I spared your life for the last time boy. Figure out what the fuck is wrong with him.”

Gohan nodded then bent to his knee, “Thank you my prince. I will serve you to the best of my abilities.” He looked to Vegeta for approval and sighed when Vegeta gave him a nod. This was not going to be easy.

“Tell me Gohan, what supplies will you need tin order to start with the tasks I have assigned you?”

“A lab sire, and a place to train my… uhh- soldiers.”

“Whacha two talking about?”

“Gohan is building us an army Kakarott.”

“Then what is the fucking lab for?” Just as quickly as he had changed into his childish self, his dark side returned.

“Father, if one of the men were to get sick….”

“Kill them. It’s always a pleasant let down when a weaker being must die by your hands… even if they had been a so called friend.”

“Kakarott, enough. The boy knows what he is doing. Let us, together, find him a place to construct what he needs. Perhaps Capsule Corp.?”

Kakarott nodded, “My love, I would follow you into the fires of hell if that is what would please you.”

“And that you may yet Kakarott.”

TBC