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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: 13

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 13

It is a couple hours later before we all trudge into the kitchen, dirty, sweaty, tired, but definitely improved in technique. I had to remind them all what a workout really is. Of course, none of them actually ever followed my workout. Not even Trunks.

Marron is sitting at the table, papers stacked around her. Goten makes a beeline for her, obviously intent on a public display of affection. Luckily, I�m spared the sight by her wrinkling nose. �Goten Son! You don�t come near me until you�ve bathed. You stink!�

He manages to color quite�colorfully and moves immediately to the showers. Trunks follows, obviously smart enough to know that her admonishment includes him. I merely smirk at her and nod at the papers, keeping a safe distance.

She frowns at me, then sighs and motions toward the papers. �Not yet. I�m working on it. I should be finished by the time dinner is done, which will be served when everyone is clean.�

And if that isn�t a hint I don�t know what is. �Efficient.� Smirking wider at her rolled eyes; I turn on my heels and move toward the shower that adjoins my room, nodding toward the Namek to follow.

I can feel him at my heels, but there is not the same hot need that was present before we entered the Gravity Room. I feel�calmer since then. Well, beating up all the kids helped too.

Kids� That sounds weird.

We are both silent as we enter my room and began to quickly undress. Truth be told, I�ve never liked being sweaty and feeling grime coat me, and since I feel that way now�.

�Who gets it first?�

I smirk back at the question and see the Namek frown. �Who won?�

He knows what I�m referring to and crosses his arms over his chest�his sweat-covered, glistening one. He notes my stare, and I note his smirk. I let out a snort and head into the bathroom.

Adjusting the water to a cooler temperature than normal, I step in and let the water soak my skin. It runs in rivulets down my body, cooling me off a bit too much. I reach over and turn the hot water on to a point that I know will steam up the room.

Sighing, I let my muscles relax so that if someone attacked me, they�d probably get a hit in. So when two arms reach around my head and grab up the soap, I�m quite well-founded in my jump of surprise and the elbows that ram backward and produce a grunt of annoyance from the one behind me.

�Jumpy?�

I let my head fall back onto a green chest as I glare up at the Namek. �Have a death wish?� My tone takes on the same condescension of his, but we�re hardly serious. �I thought I said I got it first?�

He inclines his head while soaping up the washcloth he holds in his hands. �You do.� So saying, he precedes to rubs me down with the cloth, though not in the way I would have. His motions are mere circles of brushing and teasing around areas much too sensitive for my liking. And they�re becoming even more sensitive with his ministrations.

I feel the moan he probably wants out of me building up and don�t feel like giving it to him. Instead, I turn around in his arms, staring up at him with such intensity that he falters in his massage.

As soon as he does I lean my head down to the juncture of his shoulder and neck, my favorite place on him, and proceed to clean him. My way is much more erotic. My tongue traces the outline of muscle and bone, feeling it shift beneath me as the motions affect him. I continue my path to his jaw, curving my tongue around it and tasting his sweat, smelling his arousal. Slowly, I move to his cheek, leaving my tongue out of the cleaning and using my lips instead, sucking and lightly moving them over him.

He turns his head suddenly and almost violently takes my mouth in his own, thrusting his tongue in and pulling mine into him. I feel he�s trying to swallow it.

The cloth and soap have fallen to the bottom of the tub, and I feel it under my foot as I move it. I carefully place my foot away from the soap. It wouldn�t do to slip and fall.

Finally, Piccolo releases me, though I could�ve released myself long ago. I didn�t want to. Smirking up at him, I turn around and deliberately bend over to pick up the bar of soap and the discarded washcloth. My smirk widens as I feel two hands grip my ass, just resting there�comfortable.

I find no resistance as I straighten and turn to him again, handing out the washcloth and soap. �I believe you weren�t finished.�

His frown doesn�t quite mar the lust in his black eyes. �Of course, your majesty. Wouldn�t want anything missed on your immaculate royal person.�

I smirk, raising one brow. �Never were there spoken truer words, Namek.�

He shares in my grin, putting off his annoyance.

We spend the rest of the shower washing one another off. There is much teasing on both sides, but no need to actually complete anything. That had been done in the Gravity Room, and the words said had sealed it. Besides, the others would be waiting, and dinner, and the information Marron had gathered, and perhaps even that human with something useful. Doubtful, but nevertheless possible.

I shut off the shower, pushing back the curtain and stepping out of the tub. The Namek follows behind me, watching and mimicking me as I dry off with the towel hung up before discarding it to the floor and making my way back into my bedroom.

We both dress as silently as we undressed, if not a bit slower. He precedes me into the kitchen�and stops right in the doorway.

I snort and try to shove past him, seeing� I shove the Namek aside and take in the appearance of the scarred human. He tears his gaze from my son, who he�d been speaking to, and falls silent, his dark eyes wide and fearful. He�s not the only one that feels that.

�Well?�

I watch his throat bob as he swallows nervously and resist the urge to swallow dryly myself. �Um��

�Hey, dad, I, um, need to go out. Come with?� Trunks� eyes implore me, bleeding blue so urgently I raise a brow in question. He obviously wants to say something to me. But�

I turn back to the human. �First, I will hear him.� He is silent, looking paler than any human has a right to be. And that�s not helping my mood. �Speak already!�

Trunks is suddenly right at my side, leaning in urgently with that same look on his face. �It�s really important, father. I need to see a friend of ours.� I really can�t think of any friends of ours that aren�t already dead. �Please, Vegeta-sama.�

My eyes widen and turn fully on him, shock clearly on my face. Vegeta-sa�

�Go ahead. I�ll hear the tale from Yamcha while you go with him and relate it to you tonight.�

I do not miss the thankful look Trunks shoots Piccolo; neither do I miss the implications of what�s not said. Relate it to me tonight. Away from everyone, where my explosion of power won�t damage anything or anyone. It�s bad news then.

I weigh the choice of being my usual self, being stubborn and demanding the words the human holds so close. But� I have already done enough. I am unstable. Can one really be insane if they know themselves to be insane?

�Fine. I�ll be back later.� As I stride past Trunks and the human, I let out a snort at their relieved looks. Really, I�d be more pissed with everyone if they weren�t so damn amusing.

Trunks follows after me, and I turn my head, eyes narrowed. �But you owe me. I�m missing dinner. And that woman actually knows how to cook.�

Trunks smirks, nodding silently, and takes off into the air once we are outside. He knows the way, so I suppose he�ll have to lead.

Hn, the Namek says I would�ve been a good king. Trunks would�ve been a good prince.

<* �*�*>

�This is not a friend�s.�

Trunks turns around as we land in a forest clearing, craning his neck around to look at me before smiling apologetically. �We�ll you know that it was a ploy to get you out of the house, but I still had to take us somewhere. I was�curious.�

My brow raises and I allow my frown to increase. �What ploy?�

I see him pale whiter than the human and roll my eyes with a disgusted sigh. �Of course I knew, boy. You can go�visit and be curious. I�ll wait here.�

He isn�t happy about my own little ploy, but finally shrugs. �Whatever.� He strolls off toward the house.

I glare beyond him at the modest cottage, gritting my teeth. To think he would bring me to here, to his house. He�s damn annoying. Always so�unruffled.

My voice halts my son just feet away from the door. He does not turn toward me, but he�s probably grinning. Stupid idiot! Whether I�m calling my son that or myself, I don�t know.

�What are you curious about?�

His voice is a clear as mine was, but I can hear the smirk. He�s smug. The nerve�. �Well, he did talk to Go�him right after she�at the funeral.� And those can�t be easy words to utter. �He might�ve let something slip.�

I catch up to him before he reaches the door, halting him with a hand on his arm. �The human told you? You�know something? He knows something?�

Blue eyes turn slowly toward me, pinning me with their gaze. I must�ve worn this look that day, when I sacrificed myself to Buu. It�s the look of a man knowing he is going to die, wanting to go his way.

He says nothing, walking on, and I do not stop him, just stand there debating whether I should follow. I do.

He opens the door on the second knock, frowning lightly. A black brow rises impassively as he sees the last people he would probably expect to see. Leaning on the doorframe, he takes in first my son�s form, and then mine. He seems amused by something as he looks at me and I barely contain a growl. He�s�insufferable.

�To what do I owe this visit?�

Trunks answers, not that I�m likely to. �We need answers. You�know something of what�s happening?�

He cocks his head to one side, blue eyes locked on Trunks. �Some. I wondered when someone would come and ask me.�

I blink, force in a deep breath into my lungs, and narrow my eyes at the tin can. You need to be in control right now, Vegeta. I feel Trunks shift nervously beside me; see the android�s cold gaze flick to me. At least he has the sense to not show any expression on his face. �You knew and decided it wasn�t worth our time to know?�

He shrugs and my hands clench so hard they might just draw blood. �I guess I forgot in a way. Kinda lost track of time. One day blends into the next. Not like anyone remembers me out here.�

I can tell Trunks is trying to get a word in edgewise. It isn�t working. �What are you? Some kind of fucking god?�

Trunks hands are coming up now and his mouth is opening in protest, but this is out of his hands now.

The android frowns lightly, as if irritated. �No. I don�t recall ever saying that.�

I take a step forward, just outside his house, right into his personal space. He doesn�t like that. His frown increases. �Then what gives you the right to decide that we aren�t good enough to know something that might have prevented all this?� My arm slashes the air behind me, just missing his face.

He doesn�t flinch or even blink, though the air of its passing brushes his hair. He opens his mouth, closes it, flicks his eyes behind me, and then opens it again. �Trunks saw it.� At the surprise I know must be on my face, he continues as blandly as ever. �Otherwise you wouldn�t care.�

I lean back, the frown deepening but unable to do anything about my displeasure. I can�t protest that. Ever since Trunks saw it this has become more than business. It�s become personal.

He steps back before I can reiterate. �Come in, and I�ll answer your questions.�

Trunks pushes past me as I stand there, anger warring with the need to know. That self-righteous prick! As soon as he tells us everything he knows I�m going to�

�Dad? Coming?�

My son�s voice breaks me out of my thoughts, which were quite nice as they involved a certain android and missing parts. I cock my head to one side, gaze pensive. But his look is steady. He�reminds me of someone. Just wish I could remember who.

I nod silently and enter, not paying the humble furnishings of the android�s house any mind. I immediately move toward a seat and sit down, looking at the black-haired�non-human with impatience.

He ignores me, asking those petty questions a host asks when they have guests over. I�m surprised he knows such courtesy. Trunks deflects each question with a pointed glance at me and the android heaves a sigh before taking a seat. �What do you want to know?�

Trunks speaks before I can. �We want to know what�he said to you at the funeral.�

Seventeen cocks his head to one side, studying Trunks, running his eyes over every angle of him until I�m gritting my teeth and on the edge of explosion. His face stays neutral. If he can be calm, then I damn will too! I won�t let some�puppet show me up!

Finally, he speaks. �He didn�t talk to me, per say. I merely overheard him. They had�� His eyes actually do flick toward me then, �buried her, and he stood there, long after everyone else had gone. I was behind him, watching, but he must�ve not known I was there. He started talking.�

My eyes narrow as the android�s eyes seem to take on a musing look. His computer mind must have memorized the conversation he�d had.

��I�m so sorry, Bulma. I should�ve�just done it when I had first asked. I told you I wouldn�t be able to take it if you left like ChiChi did. Look at me,� the android chuckles in what is obviously meant to be a reproduction of his, �talking to you like this. Listen, I�m going to go ahead and do it, okay? I know you didn�t want it but�I can�t go on like this. I feel so numb. I know you�ll understand. I�ll�make the wish and we�ll be happy, okay?�

The look in the android�s eyes vanishes, and he blinks rapidly as if clearing his mind. Myself, I would�ve wanted to bleach my mind, having the other�s words there. �Then he turned around and saw me. He didn�t say anything, just looked right through me and flew off. I may not be warm-blooded, but that still chilled me.� He says all this straight-faced and with no emotion, but I still raise a brow. Him? Chilling? Interesting.

�So what�s it mean, tin can?� Wishes. He made a wish�.

I hear Trunks rolling his eyes as the androids empty blue eyes turn to me. �Mean? How would I know?�

I grit my teeth in aggravation and stand, Trunks standing with me as if to hold off an explosion. �I�m going back. That human knows more than this thing.�

For a second, I could have sworn that Trunks looked stricken. His eyes turn to the android, but I do not turn to see the look given back, rather striding to the door. His words reach me though as I open the door and step outside. �Yes. Knowing the full story should shed light on my part.�

The voice lowers, and it�s obviously not meant for me, but my acute hearing picks it up anyway. �You should stop by more often. I haven�t seen you for a while. Stay overnight�like last time.�

I turn, curious at the words� import, and see a shocking sight.

The android is close to Trunks, very close. And Trunks�does not look uncomfortable. Rather�there is red staining his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and I can see it from here. The android is�smirking?

Things click with that resounding finality that usually comes with a father�s knowledge of such things, and I let out a snort of surprise and shock. Trunks jerks away from the android suddenly, panicked eyes meeting my own. The android merely lets out a chuckle of laughter that almost sounds natural, and then returns to his bland face. �See you around, hm?�

Trunks lowers his head, waving a hand back absently as he approaches me, the android on his heels to close the door. I stare for a long moment before letting out another snort and taking off.

We fly side by side silently for a few miles before I speak. �I never saw that one coming. Is that also why you wanted to come here?�

I can feel his eyes on me, but I�m looking straight ahead. �Yeah, kinda. I mean, nobody else knows.�

�The Namek told me you were still a virgin.� I look over; smirking at the blush I know will be there at my blunt statement. Before he can answer though, I continue. �Not that that�s anybody�s business anyway.�

I can hear the breath leaving him. �You don�t disapprove?�

I smirk and face forward. �Would it matter if I did?�

�It would, but not relationship-wise.� I turn my head in confusion and he explains. �I�I�d like to know you approved.�

I cock my head to one side, probably mimicking the android. �You want my blessing?� When he doesn�t answer immediately, I chuckle. �You have it boy. Go and fuck him like�well, a machine I suppose.�

He chokes on the air he had been taking on and I chuckle again, smirking. I love being blunt. It has its advantages.

We are silent the rest of the way, I thinking of the wish that the other has made, and Trunks probably just�well, I�d rather not know. The sexual activities of an android are not high on my list of things to muse on.

As we land in front of Goten and Marron�s house, Piccolo is waiting outside for me. I do not like his expression.

He nods at Trunks, looks at me and inclines his head to the side, and takes off. I sigh, wave a hand in dismissal at my son, and follow the Namek.

Hopefully, the story the human brought doesn�t force the Namek to knock me out or anything. That didn�t feel good, and this time the retaliation would be worse.

Sometimes I damn my pride.

A/N: Boy, that was�a non-informant chapter. We know Trunks is not a virgin now, and to Android Seventeen no less! Yes, I will give credit to Deanna Summers and Deani Bean for that idea. Couldn�t have him dying a virgin, now could we? ^_~ Next chapter, Piccolo relates to Vegeta the �connections.� And now it won�t quite be a �rabbit out a hat� thing.

Thank you reviewers! You know I love you guys! This chapter was out fast, aren�t you happy!
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