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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: 12

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 12

He blinks at me for a second before the sentence catches in his mind and his face again hardens. I watch his body twitch as it begins to go into his traditional stance and raise a finger in the air, interrupting his movement. �But I�m afraid I�ll have to wait. We,� here I include the group behind me with the hand that I had raised, �want to know what the hell is going on.�

His stance immediately relaxes as I again catch him off-guard. �Wha�?� His face begins to harden and I speak again; I need to keep him off his balance.

�It has come to my attention that you have information we need. That you know something. Don�t you?�

Straightening completely, he looks beyond me, to the crowd of family and friends who are now staring expectantly. He is silent.

I take a step forward, my anger rising as his silence stretches. My son is�and he� I halt myself. �Gorika even knows you know something. Gohan knew. Piccolo knows. I know. We just don�t know what. Now, we can do this the easy way�or the hard way. Your choice.�

His face again hardens, meeting my eyes with his own equally black ones. �You�re going to try to kill me?�

Throwing my head back, I let out the most convincingly mocking laughter ever. My head snaps back down, cutting the laugh off in mid-chuckle. �Try? Your memory�s shot. I don�t have to try. Remember?�

I watch his brow furrow with exasperation. �You mean�when�you can do that still?�

My head lowers slightly and I look at him through half-lidded eyes. Before I can say anything, though, she is beside me. She stands just to the left of me, facing her father while looking at me. �I never said I knew he�knew something. You�re twisting my words.�

Her voice is calm, and I have to give her credit as it stays that way when I glare at her. �You may not have said it, but you�re thinking it. You�ve been thinking it ever since he allowed you to see him.� My eyes go back to him, who is looking at both of us with shuttered eyes. I sigh mentally. I�ve lost him. He won�t tell me now.

His eyes latch onto mine, surprisingly as black as mine, though that is a trait of Saiyans. He acts so human, has been human so long, that sometimes I forget it is Saiyan blood running through his veins. I watch his eyes light up as he realizes that I know I won�t be getting anything out of him. As he realizes I won�t do anything to him�that something holds me back.

He has the nerve to smirk at me before he turns around and takes off into the air, flying away from all of us.

And green arms are wrapped around me, pulling me back as I snarl and spit and do everything to get free of the constraining hold. How dare he look like that�that mocking smile while my son dies, while he knows something about all of this that may stop it!

I can hear words flowing out of my mouth, guttural and harsh ones in my own language, cursing him and everything he has ever stood for. Then I feel a sharp pain to the side of my neck.

�What he has done�I fear it. It could unravel existence.�

<* �*�*>

��shouldn�t have done that. I�m sure you guys are just�well, what in the world could Goku have done that�I mean, he would never�.�

His name elicits a growl from my lips before I even wake fully and the voice halts. It sounds familiar�yet old. I open my eyes and squint them shut as only distorted blobs appear in my vision. I feel a hand on my forehead, hear someone shift nearby.

The hand leaves me and another voice sounds just to my left. �He�s going to be pissed as it is, Yamcha. I suggest you not say that name.�

There is a huff, but the human stays silent as I blink my eyes, allowing them to adjust to sudden light. �What the hell is he doing here and who conked me? I owe them a few�.� My voice sounds groggy to even me as I push myself into a upright position and glare at the two looking at me.

Piccolo looks down at me, face as blank as ever. �I guess you owe me then.�

I give his body a brief perusal that makes the human choke on his own breath before turning to him. I frown. �So?�

He starts nervously and eyes me warily. �What?�

Sighing I swing my legs over to rest on the floor, noting that I was laid out on the couch in the living room. �So what are you doing here? I figured you�d be dead by now.�

Yamcha frowns at me; his hair showing whiter than any human�s has a right to, as if he stood out in a snowstorm before coming in. �I�m not�just to spite you.�

I meet his eyes, smirking in that way I know frustrates the human. I took her away from him and he�s hated me ever since. Well, actually before, but even back then I think he knew. It seems we aren�t that different now�although I�d never admit that�. �You�ve succeeded admirably.�

Piccolo rises from sitting near my head and I myself rise to stand beside him. I glare very effectively. �You told me to give her the benefit of the doubt. She ruined everything! I almost had him��

�Still jealous after all these years?�

This time the Namek does not stop me, for which I�m grateful. The scarred human is pressed against the wall, my hot breath hitting his face as he winces at the pressure I apply to his chest, my eyes practically flaming. �I have no reason to be jealous, human. And as I recall, you have no children.�

I see something flit across those eyes and I release him to sag against the wall. He is old. It used to be that wouldn�t have even bothered him. Now he tries not to cradle his ribs, which I know I bruised.

�He wouldn�t have. He couldn�t have. I mean�why? It�s just not Go�his style.�

I snort, folding my arms across my chest and feeling the Namek behind me, still and silent. �We have a source that says otherwise.�

�Who?�

Scowling, I can almost feel myself backing down. To name a taboo source�. �A reliable one that��

The human seems to sense my hesitation like a wolf after an injured deer. �Who is he, Vegeta? If he�s so reliable, you should be able to tell me, to tell everyone.�

�Dende told us. But no, we won�t be telling anyone. His involvement is strictly forbidden. You know that.� As I give the Namek a surprised look, Piccolo seems to glower at the human, as if it is his fault that he had to give that information.

Yamcha manages to lower his head. �Right. Sorry. I just�he�s like�a younger brother. I just can�t believe�� He trails off, shaking his head, his age very evident in the trembling of his hands as he walks toward the kitchen. �The others are in here. They want to talk.�

I wait till Yamcha has exited the room and Piccolo is passing me before I snatch his arm and pull him into me. My voice is a whisper that trails across his ear and deliberately sways his antennas. �Bad, bad boy. I do owe you�a few punishments.�

I can feel him shiver, in anticipation or anxiety I neither know nor care, as I release him and step from the living room to the kitchen.

Eyes meet mine and this time everybody looks uncomfortable, except for Trunks. His face is unreadable as I look at him. I seat myself, still locking eyes with him, and feel rather than see the Namek sit beside me.

I finally break gazes with my son to look around, noting the sacks filled to the brim that load up the counter between the fridge and stove. So that�s what the human�s here for. He�s their supplier.

�Vegeta.�

I turn my head to eye the blonde-haired woman who nervously wrings her hands. My eyes narrow as I notice that almost everyone looks nervous. What�?

�The weakling said you wanted to talk so start talking.�

Marron clears her throat, looking off to the side and not at me. All these �warriors� have appointed her the spokesperson. Idiots. �Well, um, what you said to Go�him outside, was that true?�

I raise an eyebrow. Well if that�s all they want to know. �Yes. He knows something.�

There is a silence�what it is these humans call it? Oh yes, pregnant. A pregnant silence. It is doubtful. I scowl heartily all around the table. That�s why no one�s meeting my eyes. They all think him innocent. Their precious protector.

I can feel the grimace on my face as my upper lips curls. I am more than prepared to turn into my usual defensive self, so his words catch me off-guard.

�He does know something.�

All eyes zoom in on the scarred and old human; he does not falter. �Think about it, guys. He disappears right before this happens and then he never even bothers to show up when things start happening. He never even showed for his own son�s funeral.�

There is grunt from the Namek and I grip his leg briefly under the table. He blinks at me for a moment before turning away quickly. His lips quirk upwards.

�Now he�s�well, you say he�s come back, but it doesn�t seem like he�s doing anything to me. He�s just�here.�

�He�s been that way ever since mom died.�

I start, almost jumping from my seat. It is surely Gorika who�s spoken. Trunks wouldn�t dare refer to him and her that way, but I really can�t tell. I can�t feel.

Obviously I can�t hear either, but a look around tells me that everyone has quieted, trying not to look at me. Of course, their not looking at me tells me they want to. I snort, folding my arms across my chest. �If any of you think that you�re getting out of training because of that little incident this morning you�ve got another thing coming. Now come on. Get outside and train.�

I can see wide, incredulous expressions from everyone and feel like snorting again. They must really think me human or something.

Slowly, one by one, the fighters rise, trudging outside until only the Namek, Yamcha, and Marron remain seated with me. I gesture at Marron. �I need you to find out some dates for me. I�m sure you already know them. Check out the dates of all the deaths of the Z fighters, hers included. See if they match up with any other deaths or any event that might be important. I don�t care if it�s the day a baby took its first step. If it corresponds with a death, write it down.�

Marron�s own eyes are wide, as if she�d never thought of that before. She nods silently, almost respectfully, and rises. As she moves to the door, I call out to her. �Include the dates of when it was seen.�

Nodding one last time, she leaves the room.

I myself rise and the other two rise with me. They both look wary. I smirk at them. �Nervous? Whatever for?�

The Namek manages to chuckle shortly as the human dares to open his mouth. �What do you need me to do?�

I cock my head to one side and scrutinize the ex-Z fighter. �You�re doing enough.� My head motions toward the sacks. �But you could go out and watch them, give them some pointers.�

Piccolo asks the question the human wasn�t bold enough to ask. �What are you going to do?�

I manage to stop my growl just barely. �Find him.�

I manage to elude the green hand that tries to grip me and glare at his audacity. �It is my right.� I�ve said it in Saiya-go, so there�s no way he understood, but he still lets his hand fall, sighing softly and looking�worried? What�s he got to be worried about?

�I think I should go.�

Again his voice surprises me; I hate when humans surprise me. �What?�

He doesn�t back down despite the edge to my voice. And why the hell is the damn Namek so close to me? �You said it yourself; I don�t have any kids. That means he won�t feel�threatened by me.� Good word choice. �I may be able to find out things. I mean, face it Vegeta, you and Go�him never got along. I doubt now�s gonna be an exception.�

Again with the smart humans. They�re popping out of thin air, and I detest it. I frown at the human and let him simmer. Oh, I�ve already decided he�s right, but it feels good to let him squirm and think I�ll blow up.

I wave a hand as if dismissing the whole thing. �Whatever.� I have to hide my smirk at the soft sigh of relief he lets out. �If you don�t bring back results, I�ll be finding out just how old you are and how many years it�s been since you trained.�

He pales and nods wordlessly. I�m not bluffing either. Oh, I�d hardly use my full strength. Nobody but me would like it if I killed him.

As he moves carefully past me and toward the door, I shoot him some parting advice. �Don�t fall for it.�

He turns; his eyes wide as he tries to decipher the meaning behind my words. Finally, with a thoughtful expression, he nods, turning on his heel and striding out. Huh, thoughtful. Will wonders never cease?

Finally, I turn toward the Namek, one eyebrow raised. �Well, perhaps we should start that punishment up, eh?�

His own eyeridge raises in question, but I merely turn and exit the kitchen through the back door. I can hear him follow and stop to view the dashes of light in the air that are the others training. �Hm, skies taken. Gravity Room.�

The sound behind me is purely amused and I quirk a grin myself, leading the way to said Gravity Room. They all know better than to use it. It�s mine. Possessive? Who, me?

I tap the button and wait for the door to swish open before entering. The Namek is on my heels, and I let out a huff of surprised air as he tackles me as soon as the door closes, managing to circle me and slam me back into the door with a speed I didn�t know he had.

As his mouth closes over me and he presses his erection into my hip, I can�t help but smirk. As he pulls away, I let one finger trail over his jaw. �Poor thing. Been sporting that for long?�

He snorts and presses into me urgently. �Whatever would have given you that idea?�

I continue to smirk as I firmly push him away. He looks confused as I walk around him to the center of the room. I get into a fighting stance and motion him forward. �Punishment first.�

He looks shocked. �Wha�? But��

I actually laugh. �Did you think I was joking?�

Frowning as he shakes his head, he approaches me and gets into his own fighting stance. �No. Thought you meant something else.�

The last is mumbled and definitely peeved. I laugh again, letting him know that I knew that. �Have to earn that. It�s a reward.�

He smirks once again, showing fangs in a display of feral attitude. �Gladly.�

We both move at the same time, as if the need he had pressed into me earlier, the same need I�m now carrying, can only be diffused by this action, this fight. We meet in the middle, twisting our hips at the same time, my leg aiming for his side in a roundhouse, his fist arcing toward my face in a hook. We leap away with only the wind from our missed hits fanning our bodies and touch the opposite ends of the room with one foot before spinning on it, both coming back with reverse punches that stop to hang inches from our faces. We�re both grinning like madmen.

I jump back a few steps and Piccolo follows me, ducking down as I twist on my back foot and deliver a side kick that sways his antennae. He continues his momentum in a forward roll that puts him inside my guard, sweeping his foot out and catching my legs in a sweep.

As I tumble down, he does not attack as I assume he will. Instead, he pounces on me, covering my body with his and ruthlessly grinding his erection into mine. I hear him moan at the same time as I do and manage to shove him off me. Not that he resists, rolling to his right and jumping to his feet. I barely manage to get to my own before he is at me again.

Fine, he wants to play hardball, we�ll play alright. Smirking, I let myself go lax. His eyes widen as he plows headfirst into me, just managing to pull back his elbow before it takes my head off. Once we are both on the ground, it is I that rolls him over, powering up to Super Saiyan before he can do more than gape.

I hold myself just above him, our erections touching teasingly every once in a while as he struggles against my hold. I wait him out, grinning above him as he snarls and snaps at me. Finally, he stops, breath coming out in huffs that hit my face. I lean just a bit, out of reach of those sharp teeth.

�Why, Namek, I didn�t know you cared enough to actually pull back a shot like that.� My grin widens as I lean my down lower. �How sweet.� The last two words are mumbled as I take his lips with my own, sliding across them gently and just barely adding the pressure he wants to increase. I keep it�chaste.

He groans from beneath me and presses up once, a long heave that actually feels pretty good as pressure is put on our cocks. I let him up for air as he collapses and smirk with narrowed eyes. �Want you.�

It is he that is smirking now, an open invitation in black eyes. �Do you?�

I merely nod once and lower myself completely, both of us sighing in relief as we make contact with each other. I�m burning up�and he�s so cool. It�s a nice counterpart. I slowly lower my head, suckling at his neck as he turns it to give me access.

We�ve both started rubbing each other through clothes and cloth, the friction is wonderful, but� �Clothes. Off.�

He grunts but does as I suggest�not that I suggested. I command. He just probably took it as a suggestion. �Monosyllabic again I see.�

I grunt, pulling his pants off hurriedly as he seems to be focusing on his shirt. He chuckles from beneath the cloth as he pulls it over his head and both shirt and pants are removed at about the same time.

He groans again as I press myself into him, and then frowns. �You aren�t undressed.�

I roll my eyes at the obvious remark and continue to move. Damn it, I�m close enough to come right now and he�s�

�interrupting me to take off my clothes. The shirt comes off first, jerking me away from him with a half-hearted growl. I�m pulling my pants legs unsuccessfully with my legs, as my hands are too busy trying to run over all his body. I�ve got favorite places now on him, and I want to touch all of them at the same time.

He finally manages to elude my hands long enough to help tug my pants down around my ankles. And now both our erections are rubbing together. And it feels really good. Better than I ever expected. I throw my head back, my eyes slits that are currently enjoying the dim view of the ceiling. Not that I�m actually looking at the ceiling.

Especially not looking there when his teeth grasp my nipple and gently pull. Instead my head snaps back down and I growl, a feral grin dancing on my lips. I actually snap my teeth down at him. He looks warily at me, and then seems to see that I�m merely being playful. I suppose that would be hard to tell with me.

Hands, cool ones, grasp my ass and clench around them, stretching the cheeks apart and squeezing them back together until I�m arching back into them and thrusting into his cock, which isn�t working too well as a dual job. I growl again, this time in frustration, and he puts a finger in.

This time I�m quite sober enough to feel the burn that no lube brings with it. He�s slow though�too slow. He moves past the ring of muscle as I shift down his cock and he rubs up mine. Then he�s crooking the finger and making me jerk upwards away from the brushing of my prostrate while I moan for more.

If feel as if I�m burning up from the inside out. Our bodies press together, sweat making us slick enough to rub against each other, chest to chest, cock to cock, our legs entwining to keep us from separating. And that one finger, thrusting in and out, nudging against that bundle of nerves that sends a shockwave all through my body, centering on my cock until the pressure is too much.

Throwing back my head I let out a shriek as I come all over the Namek�s erection. I collapse then, feeling his finger retreat gently, feeling his own movements slow. �Mnh.�

�So eloquent, Vegeta.�

�Shut up�Piccolo.�

He smirks against my cheek and jumps as my hands grasp his cock and starts a fast, hard rhythm. I watch him avidly, as there is nothing like a Namek about to come. Maybe it�s the green.

He does come, suddenly and hard, jerking against my body and letting out a high-pitched scream that I�m sure everyone outside has heard. Hopefully they haven�t stopped training.

I smirk, waiting until the Namek opens his eyes to look down at the mess between us. �We can�t go back out there looking like this, Namek. Have to clean up.�

�And how do you propose�shit!�

Before he can even finish the question I have squirmed down him and begun to clean his and my come with my tongue. I start with little licks, tiny laps that delicately brush his skin, which jumps under me, and develop to licking roughly, as if I�ll never truly get him clean.

He�s becoming hard again, and so am I, but I�m not quite through yet. I finish and make my way back up to his face, pressing my lips to his and forcing him to taste himself. And by the bucking of his hips into mine, I�d say he liked that.

I reach down to my own cock and gather the come there, letting go of the Namek�s lips and putting my fingers to my own lips. They go inside my mouth and come back out devoid of the come that had smeared them. Piccolo raises an eyebrow at me and I shrug. �Hungry.�

He laughs before rolling me off him, and we both rise, erections waving in the air. And both of our eyes are locked on them�.

�I�m surprised.� He says this as he turns to putting his clothes back on. He�s leaving it open on purpose, but I�ll bite.

�By what?�

He turns; his shirt on but looking decidedly displeased at his cock. Can�t blame him. Mine�s not comfortable either. �By the fact that you�re willing to let Yamcha handle this. I�d have thought that�d be your last resort.�

My face almost transforms into a grimace. �It is a last resort.�

His eyes meet mine then, and I can see his erection lessen. �We�ll find out something.�

I turn away before he can see anything. �I�m sure we will. After we do though�.�

I can feel him nodding behind me, know that he is contemplative.

�I think we should still go through with the trap thing though. We just�need to know�� I make a sound of aggravation and feel his arms circle around me, front pressing into my back. I don�t lean back, resisting the urge to do so.

�We�ll find out something.�

I sigh, shrugging him off a bit too brusquely. �But not what we need to find out. Nothing to save him.�

�You�re wrong.�

I whirl on him, teeth bared. �Am I? And why�s that? I saw her leaving me long before it happened. Saw his betrayal long before it happened. I saw my child�s death when Trunks was killed by Cell. I wasn�t strong enough then. Not strong enough to keep her, not strong enough to stop him, not strong enough to save him. A mere child saw all of it. Bardock saw all of it��

�And yet he called you Prince.�

I stutter; my tirade falling short as he merely looks at me, as if he has all the patience one would need to deal with an irate Saiyan, a helpless father. �What?�

�Why would he, who could see all this happening, who knew it would happen, call you his Prince, speak�write to you as if he still sees you as your people saw you, Legendary, if he thought you as weak as you think you are? You�re wrong.�

The last two words are said with such conviction that my wide eyes merely blink. I�m�silent, in mind as well as speech. I feel him come closer to me and do not protest as he lifts my chin and kisses me quite soundly. His cool tongue mingles with mine as if he longs� Gods�.

He lets me up for air and I continue to stare at him. Finally, I cock my head to one side. �Is that how you feel?�

It is a simple question, and he answers readily. �Yes.�

I shake my head slowly. �I don�t think��

His finger silences me. �I know. We all do it differently. Gohan was mine, and she was yours, but maybe we�� He lets the sentence be uncompleted, lets it become silence. It is fitting.

�Yes, maybe we��

He nods and lowers his forehead to mine. We stay there for a while, as if we speak without words. It is�comforting.

We move away from each other at the same time, putting on our clothing and stepping outside. No one above us looks at us, though I know they�re curious. Perhaps the novelty is wearing off. Right�.

I glance at Piccolo and he nods. It is time to shape up our students then. And boy, do they need it.

A/N: Sorry for the wait. This just seemed to be a harder chapter to write than the others. *shrugs* Guess all those sporkings are nice though. You know, in one group I�m a member of, sporks are sex toys�. O.o; Yeah, that�s what I thought. Kinky. Anyways, next chapter, Yamcha comes back. And boy, are things gonna get complicated�.
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