Moments In A Life | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Warnings and Things that Don’t Belong to Me:
A.
DBZ, DBGT (even though its never included in any of my
writing) and DB don’t belong to me. I
don’t make money off this or you would have had to pay to read. ;)
B.
Warnings include (but aren’t necessarily limited
to): Smut (sex, MALE and MALE sex.) Bad
language. Vegeta with an attitude and a
secret. Goku (who isn’t stupid.) *shudder *
Krillin sex. It’s also AU. (Not terribly. It’s set after the Buu Saga, but it doesn’t include anything from
the GT world.)
C.
Also: Challenge
answered from Marie at Aff.net, and Hudine’s challenge for straight Goten and
Trunks. (Though it pains me so.)
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Disgusting.
That’s
what he was. Something broken and
perverse and he couldn’t even touch his own daughter anymore. Just this, just a whimpering disgusting
little worm that slinked on its stomach to the home of it’s addiction. To Vegeta, but lookie, lookie, Vegeta’s
found himself someone new to fuck.
Should
have expected it.
Should
have expected more than it.
Goku
and Vegeta. Hell, they’ve been going at
it since the first time Saiyan eyes met Saiyan eyes. Fucking each other every day the looked at one another. Goku with his cluelessness and Vegeta with
his obsession to be better than him.
No. Just to be worthy of him, or
more worthy, he didn’t know and he didn’t give a shit. He should have expected that Vegeta would
fuck Goku. Surprised it took him so damn
long, surprised that Goku let him do it, let himself be thrown around like a
thing and used like a whore. Goku
was strange. Goku was something he
wasn’t because he didn’t need Vegeta.
He didn’t think about him when he wasn’t waround with this feeling in
his gut like he was so disgusting he couldn’t stand it. Just puke on himself and walk around
stinking like shit and he would finally be on the outside what he was on the
inside.
Yeah,
Vegeta and Goku fucked each other with their eyes, and fought one another with
their fists but they never did more.
They were loyal. Strange quality
for a warrior to possess, wasn’t it?
Loyalty? Did Goku ever touch a
person expect Chichi when they were married?
Did Vegeta even look elsewhere when he was with Bulma? No.
What
about him?
What
about 18? What about Marron? When did the family become not enough and
Vegeta became too much? What the fuck
was he?
Dying.
Disgusting.
His
hands were bloody and he didn’t remember how that happened, only realized that
he was watching blood pour out of his arms, out of the vein that throbbed just
at his elbow and it coated his arms and his hands, and he smiled. Deserved to fucking die. Or maybe it was the coward’s way out. Maybe it was easier this way. Maybe they would blame Vegeta now and he
wouldn’t have to tell them the truth.
Wouldn’t have to say that it was him.
That he looked at Vegeta that day, and saw him—really saw him for the
first time ever and it had been something so basic and so… Something.
He shivered and it happened. Not
with words, but it happened nonetheless, the offer, and the look in Vegeta’s
eyes that said he was too bored to refuse, but Krillin wasn’t worth it.
Like
now.
Like
the pale white hands that closed on his wrists and the shouting. Something that sounded familiar, black hair,
purple hair. Boys. He remembered them, he thought, remembered
these boys as children. Remembered back
when Bulma was alive, and thought that when he died he would ask her what had
happened.
Now
he was flying, and it was cold, and he knew his mouth was open but no words
could happen, he was too tired.
Too
disgusting.
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When
he woke up the next morning, Vegeta was gone.
Which he expected. But he was
cold, and alone and tired. Thought of
the night before the heat that had been between them when they lay down here
together and slept. Strange. He couldn’t remember ever being so warm
before, and it was odd to wake up cold.
But he shook the feeling off and grabbed his clothes. Climbed to his feet and jumped off the mountain,
flew down to the lake and dropped his clothes on a sunny rock to warm up before
landing in the chilly water.
“Cold!”
he said.
Stating
the obvious again, Goku?
Naturally. That was what he did, after all. So he shivered as he swam back and forth and
thought that he should be more hungry than he was, but he had the strangest
feeling in his gut that something really bad was happening somewhere, climbed
out of the lake and let the water drip off.
Stood very still and closed his eyes.
Concentrated on Ki, and found that somewhere, something was
happening. Yanked his clothes on his
wet skin and cursed, forgot his shoes because they would take too long, forget his
shirt because he was already in the air.
Raised two fingers to his forehead (manual concentration, they called
it, for when your mind was too scattered to concentrate the other way.)
When
he reappeared, it was like walking into a nightmare. Cars were piled up on either side of a street, and he was
floating in the air out in front of a hospital. A hand grabbed him and he was yanked back just seconds before
Vegeta went flying past him and crashed into a lamp post, bending it in half
until it broke and crashed to the ground.
“You
fucking maniac!” was the scream.
He
turned, looked at the hand on his arm and found that it was his youngest
son. Bloody. His shirt was bloody and he was ghost-white. “Goten…
What’s happening?”
“Fuck,
dad,” Goten returned, “Where the hell…”
he just stopped and scrubbed at his face with his hands, “I…” Then he just shook his head and walked away,
toward the bench that he had been sitting on, watching this mess, but not
interfering. How could you not
interfere? Vegeta flew back past him,
up into the air where 18 was, glowing in the sun, and her brother was there,
both of them angry and he could feel the power they radiated, like when they
had been hell-bent on his head.
Vegeta
didn’t stand a chance in hell weakened like he was. Not that the great Prince was going to admit that, and not that
he’d be thanking anyone for interfering.
Goku curled his hands up into fists and watched the blows land, watched
the fight move and the ground started to shudder. People were gawking and screaming and that annoying ass reporter
with the sunglasses was yammering on about it.
“Dad!”
that was Gohan, who dropped out of the sky next to him, “Shit, I was looking
for you. Krillin tried to kill himself.”
“WHAT?”
“18
found out this morning that Vegeta’s been fucking Krillin, she didn’t know
before, but she asked Goten and Trunks and they wouldn’t tell her… Trunks won’t go near Vegeta anymore. Dad…”
He looked like he’d gone through a fight himself, “I tried to stop them
but Vegeta and 18 both attacked me. I
think Goten’s in shock.”
Ah. Thus the inability to form sentences. Right, so.
He needed to stop this fight, and it didn’t look like he was going to
get anywhere by going after the former androids. “We have to move them, Gohan.
I don’t think we can stop the fight, but we have to get them away from
the hospital.” Good. Now how exacwas was he going to tell them
that? Guess he’d find that out when he
got there, wouldn’t he?
Flew
up and intercepted Vegeta colliding with the pair of them again, grabbed 18’s
fist and Vegeta’s and looked at them both.
“Come on, guys,” he said, “You can’t fight here.” Curled his hands tight around their fists
and concentrated on Piccolo’s ki (Piccolo was generally somewhere deserted)
when the three of them reappeared they were almost literally on top of the
Namek, and Piccolo jumped back and squawked an unmanly yelp. Landed on his green-rear and Vegeta jerked
away from him.
“Go
away Kakarot.”
“This
isn’t about you Goku,” 18 said. Shoved
him back and like a fool he let himself be moved, floated back down to the
ground were Piccolo was getting back to his feet.
“What
is going on?”
He
sighed. “Vegeta was having sex with
Krillin for the past couple of months, and then Krillin tried to kill himself
and 18 just found out that it was Vegeta that Krillin’s been having an affair
with.”
“What?”
“It
gets worse,” Goku said. Felt like he
was drowning here and his hands were tied because there wasn’t anything he
could do now. Innocent people were in
danger anymore. Vegeta was going to
lose this battle, 18 would never feel that she had won, and the whole world was
just fucked over now. All he could do
was watch.
The
others were coming. He could feel their
ki.
But
Trunks got there first, livid with anger.
Burning with it the way that Vegeta did and the air bristled around him,
flashed out yellow with a scream and he got between the fighting pair, shoved
18 back. “Leave him alone!” Then turned to look at his Dad and shook his
head in disgust.
“What’s
happening…” Piccolo started
“Go
back to the hospital, 18,” Trunks said, “Krillin is just as responsible for
what happened as my Dad.” He stuttered
on that word, and Vegeta was barely staying in the air behind his son’s back,
struggling for breath and against his own weakness. Idiot. Thought he could
go forever without training and eating and now he was about to realize the full
brunt of his stupid stunt.
“This
isn’t over,” 18 said to Vegeta. Turned
her back left.
They drifted back to earth, Trunks and
Vegeta. Trunks standing away from him
and angry, arms at his sides and shaking.
Vegeta was barely standing, fighting against his body’s own weakness,
and Goku wanted it to end. Couldn’t stand to see it like this. Because Vegeta was stronger than that and
this stupid shit was too much to handle.
Too much to think about and to wonder who was right here.
Wondered
if he cared more now about the fact that his best friend almost died or the
fact that Vegeta was stumbling.
“Did
you kill her, Dad?” Trunks asked, “That’s all I want to know.”
Piccolo
made that noise of disapproval but didn’t say anything, and Goku felt stupid
standing there watching this moment that shouldn’t be seen by anyone. Turned his head the the other’s ki got
closer and wanted to stop them from getting here. Vegeta looked at his son.
“No.”
“Then
how’d she die? Mom wasn’t sick, Dad.”
He
held his breath, saw the flash in the sky and prayed to whatever dragon that
was listening that whatever happened, whatever happened, Vegeta never
hit the ground.
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Vegeta:
Aw. I feel…beat up.
Goku: You
look it too.
Vegeta: Can’t
go to the hospital, unfortunately.
Goku:
UNFORTUNATELY?!
Vegeta: Not everyone is terrified of
hospitals, Kakarot.
Goku: They
should be. Do you know what they do to
you in those places?!
Sorry about not responding. After this chap I’ll start again. Swear.
Thanksies for reading!
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