Beautiful Stalker

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Beautiful Stalker

Chapter 14 - The World is On Fire by Mechanical Butterfly

Gohan reached the dark lab area and flicked the switch causing an almost blinding light to greet him. His eyes squinted then widened in awe… he didn’t remember her lab being this huge. Thick fingers swept deftly over the steel computer equipment. There was so much stuff here he didn’t know where to begin. The high tech machinery at his disposal seemed endless, too endless. In fact the whole lab looked different. He stopped and put a hand to his hip, tilting his head to the side as he glanced about the gigantic lab. He felt like an ant in the palm of one’s hand. His gaze stopped as his eyes connected to a spot where he thought a wall used to reside… yet there was just more space, more machinery… It was then when he realized… this was not Bulma’s lab. It couldn’t have been.

He took a moment to gather himself. When he parted from the kitchen he had went east… he had went east… Bulma’s lab was west… wasn’t it? What would even draw him to walk east, he knew better. So, he was on the east wing of the house. Yes, he was sure of it, he thought as his eyes trailed down the isle of computers before him. He tried to stop questioning his memory as he stared quizzically at the computer before him and shook his head. Was this some sort of covert lab? It wasn’t so secret if he had stumbled upon it this easily though, he mentally laughed.

A pointy pale finger pushed the on button to the machine below him and he listened as it hummed to life. He twirled the computer chair around and plopped down in it, facing the screen that was slowly coming on. He sighed as he waited for everything to load properly.

“Why would Bulma have a secret lab?” Not that it really mattered right now, it should have been the furthest thing from his mind, but it wasn’t. He wondered what the blue haired beauty was concocting in this place. His head fell into open, waiting hands as he tiredly stared at the screen before him. “Oh Bulma, if only you were here, you would be able to help me… help us.”

He briefly thought of the Prince who was putting himself on the line to buy him the time to find out what was wrong with his father. He wasn’t sure if he could pull any of this off.

“Fuck! Dad… why… why is this happening?” He pitied his situation, he couldn’t understand what would compel a man such as his father to… kill… murder his friends and family. People he loved. All for… Vegeta, it made no kami-damned sense! He crashed a fist into the desk bending it slightly. There he went again… losing control of his temper. He had to get a hold of himself. One psychotic saiyajin was enough. He had no time to revel in the query of these thoughts or the defeat he felt about not being able to protect his loved ones.

Once he saw the computer was up and running, he got the program he needed ready to test the blood sample that was currently still on his hand. Biting his bottom lip, he stood from his seat and walked over to a small corner table that had various machines littered about it. He took a glass tube and scrapped the blood from his skin, depositing the blood in it’s new home. He grabbed another machine, the one that would test the blood and walked it over to the computer he was working on and sat back down with a heavy sigh.

Everything depended on him, what he could find… what he could come up with… and what if the results revealed nothing? What then? They would never be able to wish anyone back in father’s current state, he would probably resort to killing them all again. The last thing he wanted to do was fight his father to the death, so he had to do this, he had to find a way to fix this horrific mess.

He set the glass tube in the machine and closed it, then pressed the button. Gohan stretched his harms as he waited, successfully knocking something off of the shelf above him. He caught it in his hands and stared at the thick, black folder, with the words ‘Nanotechnology’ written across it.

“Nanotechnology…” He repeated aloud as he flipped open the thick folder. He had heard this term before. It dealt with the creation of extremely small electronic units and mechanical devices built on a microscopic level. He glanced at the title of the first chapter, ‘Nanorobots’… ah he knew this term also. Insect robots small enough to invade ones body. They could remain operational for years or possibly forever. What the heck was Bulma doing in this lab exploring such technologies? He had read about the dangers of these nanorobots, if programmed improperly the results could be fatal… but he had also read of their great potential. They could be programmed as antibodies, as a vaccine against disease… or even programmed… something caught his eye and he glanced across another sentence that was written, “killing cancer cells… patent Dr. Breifs diagnosed with cancer of the…” Gohan half closed the book and looked around the lab again. Was all this for her dad? He had cancer? How come she hadn’t told anyone? Was she searching for a way to cure him… with nanomachines? But why go this route? Why not just… A beeping noise interrupted his thoughts. The blood test was finished. He tossed the folder next to the computer.

The demi saiyajin clicked a button, which would reveal to him the results he had waited for. The computer seemed to move in slow motion, and his eyes seemed to blink closed longer than necessary.

“Hurry up!!!” The frenzied demi spoke, who knew what was happening to Vegeta at this very moment? Who knew if his father was trying to take another innocent life?! He remembered the way his father had looked at him when he showed up to his house, so casual, yet so lethal. He had a vain confidence that only one with such a demented obsession could exude. Yes, he recalled the cold words that left his mouth, “You finally let go of that worthless human side of yours and became a true Saiyajin. Too bad I’ll have to kill you just like all the others. Though, this should actually be a lot more fun!” The way his eyes lit up, a possessed fire, burning off of remnants of an unknown fuel. But Kakarott’s eyes… were so different from his father’s eyes… they really were a killer’s eyes. The dark orbs held no remorse, no regret only fancied in other’s defeat, thrived on the smell of blood and the screams of the innocent. Yes, those eyes had spoken to him, smiled at him, told him he would die soon also. Eyes that looked so much like his, but were completely different. He caught the reflection of his own dark masses in the computer screen and blinked.

The page finally opened and the results displayed before him, he read them and gapped at the screen. How… was that… possible? He read it again and closed his eyes… he had read the results right the first time. His father had traces of nanoroblots in his blood stream, but how? How did they get there? It made no sense… and how could he get them out before it was too late? Somehow those things were affecting the way his father acted, bringing out his killer saiyajin side full force….

His thoughts came ringing back into his mind, haunting him… Nanorobots, if programmed improperly, the results could be fatal… He frowned, they were already fatal. Bulma must not have completed these nanomachines, that was why her father was never tested with them. Maybe she couldn’t get them to program properly, but she wouldn’t test them out on is dad, would she? No, she knew better, he wasn’t even human. There was no way she could get accurate results from him. So… how, how had his father become infected with these things? He picked up the black folder and flipped through it frantically looking for anything that would give him the answer. He stopped when he saw one sentence in the bold black letters.

“March 24… nanorobots complete.” He blinked, “But how?” He looked back down and continued to read. “Dr. Briefs refuses to use the nanomachines as treatment. His cancer has severely advanced, and there is no other choice.” He skipped a few paragraphs and only half read things. “Bunny suggests we put the nanorobots in Dr. Briefs favorite treat… marshmallows.” Did his father eat these marshmallows? It would be the only explanation, and did it really matter how the nanorobots got into his blood stream? They were there and they needed to be removed. But how… none of the information he could find told him how they could be removed. They could survive fore centuries… fuck, how did you destroy microscopic beings that were inside someone without destroying the person?

~o0o~

Kakarott flew angrily through the air, cursing this blasted lube he was in search of. He had currently looked everywhere he could think of… everywhere except the store. Of course the store was bound to have tons and tons of the stuff, and he would buy so much of it Vegeta would never have to send him on this errand again. With this newfound thought he flew faster. The wind in his hair served to only annoy him, since instead of pushing his hair back it was forcing it down in his face… in front of his eyes. He brought a hand to his face brushing the hair out of his eyes while he flew at an abnormal speed.

Moments later he dropped out of the sky and landed in front of the place he was sure held the treasure he needed to bed his Prince. He tried to ignore the person who was gawking and screaming, wondering how a man had ‘seemingly’ dropped out of the heavens right in front of her, and not be harmed. For Kami’s sake, hadn’t these people seen enough freakish things from all the times he’d saved the world? “Yes, I can fly!” He said, rolling his eyes at her as he wasted no more time entering the store. Now where would the lube be? He tried to continue walking into the store, but someone was obstructing his way. He looked down at the young man, who was holding his hand out. Now what?! More delays?!

“I.D.”

Kakarott stared at the guy. I.D.? What did he man by that? The crazed one didn’t care, he continued walking in, only to be stopped by the same guy putting a hand on his chest.

“Dude, can’t you read?” The young delinquent pointed to the sign. “You have to be 18 or older to enter this store.”

The unstable warrior narrowed his eyebrows in anger and shoved the guys hands off of him, “Never touch me.”

“Duuuude, okay, calm down or I’m going to call security.” Kakarott was sick of this dribble, he wanted the lube, and he wanted it now! He was ready to fuck his mate and nobody was detouring him any longer! NO ONE! So he liberally applied his most noxious smirk before he spoke, causing the teen to stare at him queerly.

“I doubt you can call them when you are dead.” He spoke while successfully delivering a ki blast to the guys head and tossing the decapitated body to the side. If anyone had seen him do that they sure weren’t acting like it. So he decided to continue with his quest. Lube… lube, oh lube where are you? He sang mentally as he inspected every isle until his eyes connected with a box that read… Astroglide Oh yes, this sounded like something he needed.

He picked up as many boxes of the stuff that he could hold. His eyes glowing with lust filled bliss. With this many boxes he could have sex for all eternity! He was just about to I.T. back to Vegeta when….

“Goku, is that you?”

Fuck… oh just fucking great! Who was it now? Too irritated to sense their ki he huffed loudly and put all of his weight on his right leg leaning to his side. He considered just walking away, never turning around, blasting a hole in the wall in front of him and flying off, but he couldn’t resist seeing who recognized him. He couldn’t stop his blood from screaming potential victim, potential threat, someone who could possibly try to steal the Prince away from him. Now that his thoughts were ignited by anger, the prospect of someone touching his Vegeta enraged him, so Kakarott sensed the ki. He turned with all his boxes in hand and looked down at Krillian. He frowned.

“Whoa! That sure is a lot of uh… lube,” Krillian whispered the word as if it mattered in a place like that. So far this guy was proving to be very un-amusing.

The taller one sighed loudly. “Kakarott.”

Krillian looked up at him and softly smiled. “Huh?”

Kakarott shifted the boxes in his arms to get a better look at the runt before him, “The name is Kakarott.”

Krillian laughed and jabbed ‘Kakarott’ with his elbow, “Oh, I get it! You don’t want people to know your real name. That’s a good idea. I should have thought of that. A little late for me though, seeing as how I am here every week. I have never seen you in here Go- um, hehe, Kakarott, whatcha getting all the lube for?”

Kakarott rolled his eyes in mild annoyance. Did this small man always have to talk so much? “I plan on fucking Vegeta senseless.” The possessed one smirked a beautiful smirk.

Krillian dropped whatever it was he had been holding and he blinked blankly.

“Uh… WHAT?! Did… did you say Vegeta…?”

“Yes. VE.GE.TA….”

“What about your wife, Chichi?”

Kakarott laughed and eased the boxes in his left arm freeing his right and holding his hand in front of Krillian’s face motioning for him to come closer. He did so. Kakarott moved his face closely to Krillian’s so his lips were touching his ear and he breathed heavily causing the short one to gasp raggedly. “I killed her,” just like that, he whispered it so easily, so sexily.

The bald one turned his head so he was facing Kakarott, their lips almost touching. “What…. What was that? You what…?! I don’t think I heard you right.”

“Oh… you heard me.” He stood back up and repositioned his boxes. “You want to hear the rest of the story… follow me.”

Krillian wasn’t sure what was going on, he also wasn’t sure if he wanted to follow a potential nutball into a private place, but as a Z fighter and Goku’s best friend, he intended to get to the bottom of this. Maybe it was all some kind of practical joke. He grabbed Goku’s arm and turned him towards himself. “Goku what’s up? Did you really kill Chichi?” The perturbed saiyajin snatched his arm out of Krillian’s tight grasp and snorted, some of the boxes nearly falling out of his arms.

“Yes! I really killed Chichi,” he hissed, “And Pan, Bulma, Bra, Goten, Trunks, Piccolo, Videl, Mr. And Mrs. Briefs… and now you…” He whispered the last part lowly enough he knew the other wouldn’t hear and began walking again.

Krillian was shocked beyond belief. Goku a killer and enjoying it?! No way, never in a million years! But… how did he not know about his friends’ deaths, how could he not sense them missing from the Earth? He felt horrible. He searched out their ki just for safe measure, but he could not detect any of them. ‘Please let this be some kind of sick sick joke.’ Goku wouldn’t harm a fly. What would make him go off and kill ten people? Was he planning on killing him also? He hadn’t realized he was following Goku this whole time and they were now outside, at the side of the building. Goku had set his boxes on the ground and his arms were crossed over his chest. He was smiling sickly at him.

“What?” Krillian asked neverously.

“You want to hear the rest of the story? Because you are in it.”

Krillian shook his head in disbelief. He didn’t know what to do or how to respond. “Go-Goku, I have to… I better leave.” Like a cat who wants the ball, or better yet, a starved lion hunting a deer, Kakarott closed in on him ready to pounce. A crazed look bleeding into his eyes. “Kakarott.” He frowned, “That is my name, how many times do I have to correct you?” He laughed, “Oh, this will be the last. Now, let’s get this over with. You are delaying my time with Vegeta.”

Krillian almost jumped at the Prince’s name, “Vegeta! That is it, he did this to you, didn’t he?” Krillian didn’t know if he actually believed that, but he needed to buy himself some time to figure out what was going on. He had never seen Goku so displaced in all his life.

Typical human, blaming the former mass murderer, go figure. “He is brainwashing you.”

Kakarott growled trapping Krillian between the wall and himself, “Do you know how stupid you sound?”

“Wha…”

Kakarott wrapped a strong hand around the baldies neck. “Shut up! That is enough of your ridiculous lies! I will not let you blemish my Prince’s name further!” He gathered Krillian and the boxes in his arms and I.T.’d right out of there.

Seconds later they appeared in a wooded area to a place that was desolate. Krillian didn’t like where any of this was going.

“Do you know where we are?” Kakarott asked dropping Krillian on the ground. The shorter one oofed and rubbed his butt as he looked around once again spotting a cabin not far from them. He shook his head.

“Don’t play with me,” Kakarott narrowed his eyes and looked at him through thick ebony bangs. “You know where we are,” Kakarott briefly brushed the bangs from his face and pointed to the cabin a few feet behind him.

“Your Grandpa Gohan’s cabin?” Krillian said unsure. Kakarott nodded. “Why?”

“Why not?” He waved his arm in front of him, “Is this not a fitting place for you to die?”

The other man stepped back and gulped audibly. “Ka…Kakarott, why are you doing this?” It was obvious now more than ever that this man was not the Goku he grew up with, “What happened to you?”

“You talk to much. I would rather hear you scream,” for the second time that day Krillian was grabbed by his now bruised neck.

“Uhargh… Kakarott…” Kakarott squeezed the neck in his hand a little tighter. “I thought… best friends….”

The psycho held Krillian out before him like a piece of meat on a stick and laughed at him. “Friends? Would a friend do this?” Kakarott pulled a small switchblade out of his pocket and flicked it open, stabbing it into his victim’s stomach and twisting it slowly. The small person in his hands cried out in pain and clutched the arm that was twisting it inside of him. Kakarott smiled shaking Krillian’s hands off of him as he pulled the blade out and watched the blood ooze from the hole. He brought it to his mouth and licked the silvery surface clean, “Mmmm,” it wasn’t as tasty as Vegeta’s, but still nice. The little monk continued to yell, covering his hands over his wound.

“Yes, that is what I like to hear,” he said, examining the sight before him. The pain etched on the monk’s face was fantastic. Taking his mini weapon, so small, yet so harmful, he plunged it into both of the hands that covered Krillian’s wound. Another sharp cry filled the air and Kakarott grinned, “You shouldn’t cover that. Wear your blood, your death, with honor.”

Kakarott threw the wounded man to the ground and stared at him with disgust. How weak he was. Vegeta would hate that, showing such weakness from a few small wounds. “Get up! Go to the cabin,” he demanded from his former best friend. Krillian did as he was told, wobbling off to the cabin with Kakarott close behind him.

Once inside, the taller more psycho one pushed Krillian to the floor and kneeled in front of him. “Soon,” he started, “Soon they will all be gone, you will be gone, and nothing, no one will stop me from being with my Prince, forever.” Krillian ached as he strained to listen to the psycho alter ego that was spitting words at him. What had happened? What had gone wrong? Was this somehow his fault? Should he have kept better contact with Goku throughout the years? He searched his soul for the answer, but only found more questions.

“Goku, are you listening to yourself? You are not well. I…” The switchblade cut Krillian’s next words off, literally, as the blade sliced him across his face, in between his lips.

“KAKAROTT!” The saiyajin screamed, still holding the blade at the end of Krillian’s face. His own visage now sporting some of his former friend’s blood. He was truly enraged now, and although he was the spitting image of Goku, he looked nothing like him, “Kakarott. I won’t tell you again. I won’t…” he put a hand to his face and smeared the blood across his lips, licking at it. Like a wild animal he growled lowly in Krillian’s face awaiting his next move.

Krillian was barely listening to him anymore as he yelled in pain, grabbing at his face. Kakarott gave a side-glance to another part of the room and he smiled. He stood and left the room, coming back moments later with a drink in hand.

“I have something that will kill, I mean calm you,” the spiky headed one bent down before him with an odd sort of smirk on his brilliant face, “You can be calm in death, right?” He chuckled while swirling the yellowish liquid in front of Krillian’s face that seemed to be froze in agony, “Open wide,” Kakarott said, moving one of the bald one’s hands away from his mouth and pouring the liquid down his throat, “You know,” he started and leaned back on his heals, making a resting place for his face with his fists, “I’ve learned that a victim doesn’t like to hear they are going to die,” Krillian’s eyes widened, “No big surprises there huh? Well, I’ve also learned they become even more frightened when their captor tells them everything will be alright,” he nodded and leaned closely to Krillian, removing his hands from is face, “Guess what Krillian, with the worlds savior in the same room as you,” he winked, “Everything will be just fine. I promise.” Kakarott invented another one of the sick smirks while producing a match in one of his hands. He held it up like a magician would a magical wand, “Nothing up my sleeve,” he struck it on the wall, lighting it and tossing it in his victim’s mouth. He watched with amusement as a flame burst from Krllian’s mouth. Just like going to the circus, he mused.

Hi picked up the container of kerosene that was behind him and dumped the rest of it over Krillian. Be before he set the rest of the man aflame, he took Krillian’s hand in his own and uncurled the clenching fists that were fighting to live, fighting to free himself of his impending doom and grabbed the ring finger. He needed proof that he had killed Krillian, proof to show his Prince how loyal he was.

He took his blade and began cutting the finger, blood spurted everywhere and every time it hit his face, his tongue would dart out of his mouth, capturing each delightful drop. Once he hit the bone, the knife seemed useless, so instead of wasting anymore time, he applied pressure on it with his own hands. He began bending it back and forth until it broke free from the monk’s hand. Surprisingly, Krillian was still screaming. He put the finger in his pocket and dropped the hand to the floor. He took another match and lit it, throwing it on the floor next to the flailing man, who was soon flailing in flames… beautiful. Where’s a damn camera when you needed one? He needed to add this lovely sight to the scrapbook.

He turned and walked out of the house; never looking back as the place he grew up in burned to the ground and his best friend died within.

~o0o~


Thick fingers rubbed themselves across a sweat-ridden forehead. They lingered there, tracing the creases of his skin. Slowly the finger slid down the bridge of his nose, over small lips, and connected with his chin. Which caused his hand to open and cup his jaw softly, his thumb falling over his bottom lip. He pressed on his lips gently as he tried to ignore the ache in his head. Gradually his fingers retreated back to his forehead, massaging the dull pain that lay there. He forced his hand down at his side. His eyes glaring at the appendages that dared betray him.

Meditating wasn’t going as well as he had hoped it would. Eventually the pain subsided and it became much too calm inside his head. He was constantly wondering if Gohan had made any progress. They needed to cure Kakarott before someone else was killed. His fist clenched as he felt the ‘devil’s’ ki approaching.

Vegeta turned his head to see Kakarott land a few feet behind him, with many boxes in his arms. He rubbed a hand across his face. Please do not let that all be lube…

“Hello Vegeta. I got what you asked of me,” Kakarott dropped the boxes in front of him. Vegeta took a second glance at Kakarott as he dropped the packages. He had blood smeared across his shirt and face, and he reeked of gasoline. The prince stood to his feet and eyed his counterpart closely.

“What happened to you?” He asked pointing to the blood and sniffing at him. Had he killed Gohan? No, no it wasn’t Gohan he still felt the demi’s ki. Thank the gods. Then who?

Kakarott smiled, “Shopping is a bitch,” he said, taking his kerosene soaked clothes off. Vegeta’s eyes widened, he definitely wanted this Kakarott to keep his clothes on. Although he had to admit the sight was very nice. He felt his face begin go blush. To cover the annoyance in his thoughts up he crossed his arms and walked closer to the taller one. He just had to walk closer, didn’t he? Kakarott smelled positively primal, it was, needless to say, intoxicating. Though he did not want this man, this ruthless killer, this sexy, dirty, powerful… okay, they had to get the Kakarott back quick!

“I asked you a question Kakarott, and I expect an answer.”

Kakarott smirked at his fiery impatient Prince, of course he wanted to know what had happened, “Concerned for me? Or for what I may have done to someone else?” His tongue darted out and liked what little blood there was left next to his lips. Vegeta seemed to be staring at him as if he was starving, but still, there was something hidden behind those hungry eyes. He wasn’t sure where or when this doubt crept inside of him and made him ask the question, but it had.

Vegeta scoffed as if greatly offended, and he was, partially, “For you of course!”

Kakarott laughed and picked up his clothes, pulling something out of his pocket, “Good, good. I knew that, calm down,” he said seriously rivaling Vegeta’s harsh stare with his own possessed one. He never took his eyes off the small Prince as he handed the finger to him.

Vegeta looked down at what he was handed and grabbed it, examining and sniffing at it, “Baldy,” fuck, so he had killed another person. He squeezed the finger in his hand and silently prayed Gohan was doing successfully. He looked up at Kakarott and gave him an approving smile.

Kakarott nodded, “You should have seen it Vegeta,” Kakarott said, taking the Prince into his arms and holding him tightly, “It was magnificent. I made him drink kerosene.”

“Hn. That explains your smell.”

“Yeah, it was at my Grandpa Gohan’s house. I thought it would be symbolic, you know, childhood friend, one dying in the place one was practically born.”

Vegeta rolled his eyes, oh yes, very symbolic. What would his Kakarott say or do when he learned he burned down the place he grew up at. His mind knitted with worry. He would be devastated, unless when they used the Dragonballs and they worded the wish just right so that everything was restored to its natural state.

“And then?” The words were cut off to his mind as he felt a hand grip his ass. Was Kakarott trying to seduce him while he was saying this? Describing how he killed his friend. The other man’s face came dangerously close to his and he spoke into his mouth, “I want you,” hot lips pressed violently against Vegeta’s.

Kakarott moaned, he wanted this, he needed this, he had waited so damned long for this and it was finally… not happening again! He was getting pushed away. Vegeta was pushing him away, and for what?

“Kakarott….”

Kakarott stared at him, stared at the creases in his face, stared at the lips that were moving, but he wasn’t really listening. Oh, he heard the excuses, he needed to clean up, he smelled of kerosene, there was blood on his face….

“For fuck’s sake Vegeta, we are saiyajin, we enjoy blood,” he said, griping the Prince tightly to him again, “I have been patient long enough, I am sick of these delays!”

“Kakarott, I enjoy the taste of our blood, not someone else’s on your face.”

The taller saiyajin cocked an eyebrow at his little Prince. He kept sensing something was amiss, but he wasn’t sure what. Vegeta seemed to be genuine with is words, he wanted Kakarott, why else would he be here with him? The feisty Prince was not one to be ensnared by anyone. He felt on the verge of a mind implosion, why was it that he kept sensing mixed signals from the body in front of him? Should he just give in to his Prince, ruler of a non-existent planet? He threw his hands out in front of him in defeat. “Fine. Fine, I will wa-OUCH!” He screamed in pain, grabbing his head and falling to his knees, “Uhh… fuck…” he groaned, as he attempted to massage his scalp and appease the pain that had invaded.

Vegeta stepped back and stared on in confusion, not knowing what was happening, he put a hand on his ‘mate’s’ shoulder, “Kakarott?” His voice called out to him in true concern.

“Uh, Vegeta… is that… Is that you? Help me…please… he is trying to…take over!”

Vegeta quickly knelt next to him, was this his Kakarott trying to break through? The saiyajin he truly loved? The one he missed more than he would care to admit? If so, the situation could prove to be promising. His Kakarott was a fighter, he never gave up, why would he start now? “Fight it Kakarott, fight it! Don’t let him win!” The Prince cheered him on, trying to coax Kakarott to win, give him reign over the body that was rightfully his.

The body that had once leaned into his hand fell to the ground and wretched in a revolting manner. His limbs seemed to twist and twitch in a way the Prince thought a saiyajin body could never bend. He gripped tightly to his saiyajin, trying to end the madness, hoping to stop the ill-mannered movement that shook the ground he stood on.

“Kakarott?” His voice was lost as the other rose to his feet, standing in a broken fashion.

A sadistic maniacal laugh filled the air and Vegeta stepped back as the younger man stared at his prince and smirked crookedly.

“What is the meaning of this?” Vegeta regarded the other with a cautious expression.

Kakarott stepped closer to Vegeta, his hand quickly reaching out, fingers outstretched as they combed the tips of Vegeta’s hair, “I didn’t think you would actually fall for that,” his head fell, as if too heavy for his neck and hung there, those thick black bangs shading foreign eyes.

“Fall for what?” Vegeta snatched his head and hair away from Kakarott’s touches as he awaited the other’s response.

“Goku is gone!” He walked closer and caressed Vegeta’s face with his hand, “He is gone my Prince, and only I remain.”

Vegeta’ seethed, how dare this third class clone trick him in such a way. Making him think Goku was still there, still trying to get out. “Now I know how you truly feel,” Kakarot’s tongue hung out of his mouth as he took on a drunken appearance and slowly licked up Vegeta’s face, “You love,” his tongue slowly gliding again, this time across Vegeta’s lips, “Him… Goku.” He captured the Prince’s bottom lip in his teeth and bit down heard enough to break skin, and he sucked on the blood. “Yes… mmmmmmmm, that is the taste I desire.” He forced his tongue inside Vegeta’s mouth and kissed him. His hands handled the Prince roughly as he pushed the man practically inside his face and played with the hairs on the nape of his neck. Kakarott mentally laughed, yes, Vegeta was kissing him back. What a fucked up little Ouji he was. He pulled away from the torrid kiss and stared at Vegeta, who looked like he was trying to get a hold of his body and his thoughts. He ignored it for the time being, “Tell me what is my son doing right now? Really?”

Vegeta broke out of his thoughts and squirmed out of Kakarott’s arms only to turn his back to him.

“You know what he is doing. He is building an army for us.”

Kakarott threw his head back and laughed, “Do you REALLY think I am that dense? What the hell would we need an army for? There is no one worthy enough, no one strong enough. Again, I ask, what is my prick of a son planning?”

Vegeta didn’t say anything, he just glanced over his shoulder at the man behind him. He had watched a change in this man he didn’t think was even possible. It seemed as though had truly become heartless. Was it him or did Kakarott seem to get more crazy by the hour? And not to mention smarter?

“Fine, don’t want to talk? Heh, we will just go and pay Gohan a little visit,” He put his clothes back on and before Vegeta could do a thing about it, he was grabbed and blinking out of existence. The next thing he saw was the front doors of Capsule Corps….

Oh shit….


TBC