Pure Evil 4: A New Evil

Pure Evil 4: A New Evil

By Sefiru

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Pairings: Kakarott x Vegeta

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, anal, oral,
BDSM, bondage, violence, language, pure evil.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott. Long
live the King.

Starlight_dragon: well, he’s not
dead, just KO. But yeah, that felt great to write.

kit-kit: the question is, how long was class=SpellE>Bebi living in Satan’s body?

pun_xy: King of Earth is fun,
I thought he needed more screen time. Just don’t ask me why he talks like a class=GramE>Brit, that kinda just happened. Uh
… I’m a goddess? *looks over shoulder for Pixelgoddess*
Is that a trademark infringement? The class=SpellE>leons will resume after the fight scenes.

Macha: Yes, that was supposed to be a telepathic
message. I forgot to establish it in advance. (bad
writer! *whack with rolled up newspaper*)

This chapter: uh, see the chapter title.

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Chapter 14: fight 2, Gohan and class=SpellE>Raditz vs. Turles and class=SpellE>Tuffles

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     class=SpellE>Gohan crouched in the style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Gara’s airlock and thought
longingly of his red leather trenchcoat. It was stout
enough to act as light armor, easy to move in, and was capable of looking
nicely intimidating. However, the coat was hanging in his closet at home. At
least he wasn’t stuck with that awful Saiyaman
costume. But then again, now he had to work together with his style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>uncle.

     “Let’s go,”
Vegeta said to both of them. “Gohan, find the
children and get them out; leave Brolli to me. class=SpellE>Raditz, back Gohan up.”

     “You class=SpellE>gotta be kidding,” Raditz said –
but not too loudly, since he knew they could both kick his ass. Vegeta just
narrowed his eyes, and then keyed the airlock open. They surged onto the class=SpellE>Tuffle-held ship.

     Their enemies had
to know they were coming; there was no way they could miss a forty-megaton
starship approaching and docking with them. No sooner had the three class=SpellE>Saiyans passed through the docking port, at the first
corridor junction, than they ran into the pack of zombie Saiyans
with Turles at their head. Vegeta marched straight up
to him and seized his neck before he could react. “Here are your choices: fight
for the King of All Saiyans, or die.”

     class=SpellE>Turles scowled at him. “What crawled up your ass and died?”

     “Choose. class=GramE>Now.” Vegeta tightened his grip.

     “Okay, okay, I’m
for the King. Geezclass=GramE>!” At this Vegeta tossed Turles
behind him.

     “Keep an eye on
this one, boy, I’ve got bigger fish to fry.” He shoved
past the zombie warriors and vanished up the hallway. Raditz
snarled at the new addition.

     “Great, it’s the style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>vegetarian. Tree of Might, the magical
fruit, the more you eat, the more you – ”

     “Shut up. At
least I’m not such a wimp I need to hold a little kid hostage to get my way.”

     Sighing, class=SpellE>Gohan took both of them by the collar and held them apart.
“As the little kid hostage in question, I say you’re both idiots.” The zombies
were moving towards them. “Turles, your friends don’t
look happy.”

     “They’re not my
friends and I don’t really care how they feel!” Turles
blocked a blow from a zombie and punched it in the gut. Gohan
clocked one in the chin, blocked a fist with his tail and kicked another zombie
in the crotch. To his disappointment the latter did not collapse in a heap.

     “Why didn’t they
just possess you guys?”

     “Don’t ask me!
They gave us some crap about having our ability to influence instincts intact,
whatever that means.”

     “class=GramE>Think, boulder-brains. What do you know about class=SpellE>Tuffles?”

    style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Raditz hurled a
zombie through the bulkhead; it shook itself and climbed out again. “Some of us
can’t fight four people and recite history at the same time.”

     class=GramE>“Sucks to be you.” Gohan went gold
and took a purely defensive stance. Nothing got through that; he approached the
immovable object to the rest of his family’s unstoppable force. His two
companions took the opportunity to catch their breath. The stance also allowed
him to free some of his own mind to mull the problem.

     The colony
archives had yielded little information about the Tuffles;
he racked his brain for anything he could recall about getting them to leave a
possessed body. Turning Oozaru was known to do it,
but he couldn’t use that here. They had to leave their host body to reproduce,
also not applicable. There were unsubstantiated stories about class=SpellE>Saiyan hosts rejecting a Tuffle
who tried to harm Saiyan children, or a mate, or in
one rumor a clan lord – all strong instinctive social bonds. Instincts –
control – “I’ve got an idea. Cover me.”

     Now, did he have
the right frame of mind to pull this off? It’s
not really the Saiyans attacking us,
it’s the Tuffles controlling them. The class=SpellE>Saiyans don’t really have a choice about it. Yes, I can do
this. And the zombies had faltered noticeably when he ascended. He grabbed
one of them and slammed it into the wall; then he looked into its eyes and
purred, trying to reach the trapped Saiyan he knew
was within.

     He heard class=SpellE>Raditz shout something like what the hell are you doing?, but he didn’t move. The weird blue eyes widened and
turned dark, and the hair flickered black and white as
the body rejected its invader. A blue bubble separated from it; the class=SpellE>Tuffle that appeared was a ratty purple creature, and he
tossed it over his shoulder. He looked at the newly freed Saiyan.
Kamistyle='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>, he’s just a kid! And he was looking at
Gohan with those huge, melting, irresistible
puppy-dog eyes. Purring louder, he pulled the boy into a hug. “Rest here a bit,
young one. I have some others to take care of.”

     He turned around
to see that Turles had ripped out the class=SpellE>Tuffle’s throat. Very good. He
pounced on another zombie and repeated the process. style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Strong instincts.style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'> Thank you, Dad. The possessed class=SpellE>Saiyans still fought him, but they faltered as their
instincts rebelled. By the time he got to the last few, he barely needed to
touch them to make the change; Raditz and class=SpellE>Turles mopped up the Tuffles as
they emerged.

     class=SpellE>Gohan felt drained. Legendary or not, it took a lot of class=SpellE>mojo to dominate a dozen people in one shot. He dropped out
of Super Saiyan; Raditz and
Turles were staring at him like they couldn’t quite
believe what they were seeing, and the freed Saiyans
just huddled stunned against the wall. He waved to the young man he’d liberated
first. To his surprise the boy knelt at his feet, but he reached down to
scratch his ears as he’d seen his father do with Vegeta. “What’s your name,
young one?”

     class=GramE>“Sehji, my lord.”

     class=GramE>“And the rest of you?” They called out names, class=SpellE>Remon, Parsil, class=SpellE>Jinja … he’d have time later to get them all straight.
After all, he’d just adopted them into his family. “Are there any more like
you?”

     class=SpellE>Sehji answered, “No, my lord. Just us,
and the kids, and those guys.” He pointed at the resurrected class=SpellE>Saiyans.

     “They’re with me
now,” Gohan assured him. “Lead me to the children.
We’ll get you all out of here.”

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Gohan: (scratches neck) uh … they
followed me home, can I keep them?

Sehji et al: *puppy eyes*

Videl: Well … okay. class=GramE>As long as they don’t make a mess on the carpet.

For anyone about to remind me that Bebi
could control Vegeta in Oozaru form, remember, he’s
the enhanced version.

Next chapter: Kakarott vs. Bebi. class=SpellE>Nuff said.