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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: 14

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 14

We land at the waterfall�his waterfall, and he slowly turns to me. He regards me for a few moments before sitting down where he stands, crossing his legs and motioning me to sit across from him.

Glaring down at him, as any delay is a delay and one second more that I�ll have to wait for the human�s words, I huff and sit across from him. I have the urge to mock him and lay on my back as if I�m bored. I quell it.

�So, who was Trunks� friend?�

My teeth make a audible grating sound and he raises a brow as I growl at him. Oh fuck this�. I lay back, hearing his annoyed snort and suddenly feeling a lot better. My hands go behind me to cradle my head.

�Seventeen.�

�Ah�any particular reason��

�He heard him say that he would go ahead with something to�her, at her grave. He sounded as if he had promised her he wouldn�t.� At the sound of breath rushed from lungs forcefully, my head snaps up.

The Namek�s eyes are wide. �I�d hoped it wasn�t that.�

I�m fairly scowling as I rise to a sitting position. �I think you should tell me what the human told you.�

Piccolo cocks his head to one side, and I watch his antennae bob before stilling. �You must remember what Bardock told you�.�

I tilt my head to one side, mouth thinned and jaw clenched. �Tell. Me.�

Nodding, more to himself than me, he opens his mouth. It closes, he opens it again, and then�finally�he speaks. �He knew what Yamcha was there for. And�he told him that he was afraid.�

I barely stop short of snorting in disbelief. I recline again, wanting to let my emotions flow across my features without the Namek analyzing each one, or me doing vice versa on him.

�He said he had done something he shouldn�t. That�on her deathbed, he had asked her if she wanted to be wished back with the dragonballs.�

My brow furrows. Was that all�?

�She said that no, she wouldn�t, and made him swear that he wouldn�t let anyone else do it either. He agreed.

�When she died, he related that he was torn. He couldn�t get over the fact that she was gone. So�well, I suppose that�s when the thing with Seventeen came into play.�

I sit back up, drawing my knees up and placing my arms between them. I�m tense. Even he can tell it, looking me full in the eyes and pausing. �So�he gathered the balls and wished her back?�

�No.� And why am I not surprised that our problems aren�t that simple? After all, that would explain nothing. �He�wanted more than just her brought back. He knew, from you, that Saiyans live long lives. So�he wished for her to brought back and tied�bonded forever to him.�

I stand suddenly, eyes wide and nostrils flared. �He what?� I�m practically shouting. �Didn�t he realize what that would do? You can�t�she wasn�t willing!�

The Namek tilts his head to the side, tenser then I am, yet his voice is calm. �How would he have known? He had no idea the ramifications of his wish.�

I begin to pace in front of the Namek, needing to move somehow to keep from taking off and finding the stupid bastard, from rending him limb from limb. �And his answer to this dark thing that attacks us?�

I know what he is going to say. Still, the words halt me; make bile creep into my throat and everything burn fiercely. That he would do that to her� �It is Bulma.�

He continues, as if knowing that I need to be silent now. �He doesn�t understand why she came back the way she has, or why she kills everyone she sees.�

My hands come up to cover my face as I still. �She isn�t killing them.� It�s muffled. I suddenly want to laugh; it�s just so typical. �She isn�t killing them.� My tone holds a desperation I loath.

I feel his arms come around them and realize I�m sobbing, crying like a child. I can�t stop, and the Namek does nothing but hold me, one hand rubbing my back in slow circles, the other carding through my hair.

She�s alive and she�s here and my son�s dying and she�s alive�.

Slowly, I calm myself, shoving these damnable tears back and letting my hands fall to his shoulders. �She isn�t killing them.�

He continues to hold me, comfort me. �What is she doing then?�

I shake my head slightly, hiding my face in his chest. I need� �She�s living.�

He does not ask what I mean, and I break away suddenly, turning from him and watching the waterfall hit the pool, watch it break through the surface and cause the water around it to roil.

�A bond is something sacred, not meant to be�tarnished in such a way.�

�He isn�t human. He would�ve had no idea what that word meant in Saiyan terms. The dragon did.�

�Fuck the dragon!� I scream it, hurl it heavenwards and hope it hears. �She� You can�t bond someone unwilling to be bonded�without their consent. It�s like�rape. And then bringing her back�. He fucked everything up.�

He stands silent behind me, waiting. �She�s living. All of this, without her consent� Now she must hunt. She must take the strongest of us and drain us of our energy. She must have our energy to keep the bond she doesn�t want, to continue living as long as he does. It�s�made her�I don�t know. It�s never happened before. Nobody�s been stupid enough to try.� I let out a snort of derisive laughter.

�So�she�s surviving the only way she can.�

It�s not a question, but I nod anyways. �The only way she can�. That stupid, ignorant fucker.�

The Namek walks around in front of me; his raised eyebrow is clear. I shake my head, silently. He needn�t worry about me attacking the bastard. No, I have much better vengeance in mind. �Anything else?�

He frowns, the lines etching his face with concern. �He disappeared because he�d realized what he�d done�what she was. He was�guilty.�

�That just makes everything better then.� The words are softly spoken, dead and cold. Oh�what I could do if I had my hands on him now�.

�Vegeta�.�

�Don�t. I�ll never�� Bring him back from wherever he has ventured.� �Shit!�

I feel cool hands removing my hands from where they have latched onto my hair with painful intensity, as if I�ll rip it out by the roots. �We need to give her rest then.�

I nod, not meeting the other�s eyes, gazing pensively at the ground. �He can break her bond.�

�Vegeta�.� His hand tilts my head up. �We must give her rest.�

I wrench my head out of his grip, not even deigning to glance at him. �He will. He�ll break his bond with her.�

There is a tense silent, long and stretched out between us. I can feel him frowning down at me. �I will give her rest.�

�No!� Before I know it, I have struck him, hitting the side of his face with my fist. He hits the ground hard, dust and dirt flying up at his impact to rest on his form, as if the ground would swallow him. �You will do nothing!�

Without looking back, I turn from him and take off. It�s time for a reckoning�.

<* �*�*>

I�m not even halfway to searching for the bastard before I feel something niggling on the edge of my senses. It�s�annoying. Every time I try to reach him, something has to stop me.

Halting in midair, I turn my gaze skywards, frowning. Surely he wouldn�t have�? Who am I kidding? With my life this fucked, why not add some extra characters to the mix? What could it hurt, eh? Just my sanity.

I hear an insistent beeping noise and roll my eyes as I pull out the messaging device from my right hip pocket that Vulgur gave me just before I left. Just in case, he said.

I push the button on the side and see his green, triangular face on the screen. He�s wincing. So, he already knows his reception. And I don�t disappoint.

�What the hell are you doing here? And how did you know where here is?�

I watch his face move some and his finger point down at a huge cat that just lazily stares back as it lies on the metal floor. �It�s his fault!�

I shake my head, sighing, and decide that I will indeed kill one of them now. The hard part is figuring out which one. �Give me the coordinates for your landing.�

He does so, rattling off numbers as his eyes scan something beyond the messaging device. I nod, committing the numbers to memory and scanning the horizon. Where Frieza landed then. I frown and watch Vulgur�s eyes widen on the screen. �Um, you�re not�too mad at me, are you?�

I stare him down, watching his mouth open and close several times before he finally just heaves out a little breath. �I�ll, um, talk to you when we land.�

Giving nothing but a terse nod, I shut off my end of the device, put it away, and fly out to meet him. Yes, we will be talking.

I land just as the ship lands, settling my feet on the ground as it rattles the rocks around me and creates enough deafening noise to shut out an entire Earth city. The ship, unlike Frieza�s, is triangular in shape. Frieza had a thing for circles and spheres. Something about a perfect shape. Vulgur just choose the triangular shape because it flies better.

The hatch slowly comes down to touch the ground, and the cat is the first out. Vulgur is next, divided between watching me nervously and looking at his surroundings.

�So, this is Earth, eh? Nice place.�

With my arms folded across my chest and my annoyed expression I know he can tell I�m not amused. �What are you doing here? I told you to keep that cat��

Said cat interrupts my tirade with an ear-splitting yowl and I cover my ears in vain. I whirl on Grull, noting his laid-back ears with detachment. �Damn it! Stay out of this for once! There were reasons you weren�t to be here, and you know it!�

He promptly seats himself just to my left, ears still flattened against his skull. It gives him the appearance of being annoyed. I turn back to Vulgur. �Now, explain.�

Vulgur gulps uneasily, never at ease when I�m like this. �Um, well, I was cleaning the ship, repairing it and getting it ready for when you returned and he jumped on board. He�started the ship and we�kinda took off.�

My eyebrow rises incredulously. �He started the ship? And you couldn�t turn it around?�

His purple eyes lower to stare petulantly at the dirt which he manages to scuff with all four of his hoofed feet. �He wouldn�t let me near the navigation controls. And�he did start the ship.� He sounds so much like a child that I have to let out a bark of laughter.

I turn behind me, watching the skies for the tell-tale black dots that I can feel. �Well, cavalry�s here.�

Trunks and Goten land first, followed by�but I turn from him, focusing on the two brats. �What?�

They share a look before Trunks is appointed speaker. �What? What do you mean what? You know, in the past, visiting aliens are never good. We just�well,� He points at Vulgur, �visiting alien.�

I turn to glance at Vulgur who stands there quietly. Perhaps he�s seeing something I don�t quite want him to see right now. He�s good at that. �He�s harmless,� I decide to add a little something as I�m still pissed, �until he opens his mouth.�

His mouth opens, he registers what I�ve really done, and it closes again. He�s been given a reprieve. And he�s smart enough to take it. I turn to Goten. �Can we handle two more guests?�

That�s when they notice the huge cat just sitting beside me, looking bored as usual. His ears are no longer back but pricked forward, which means he�s paying more attention than he seems to be.

�Um, sure. But�I�Marron doesn�t like cats.�

The cat in question lets out a low growl and I swat at his head. He evades easily and switches his growl to me. �Oh shut up. You can stay outside since you�re so eager to be where you�re not supposed to be.�

The cat then lets out a serious of yowls and whines, scratching the ground with one paw for emphasis. I roll my eyes. �Sure, whatever. You �re right.�

A chuckle brings my eyes unwillingly over to the Namek. He meets my gaze without flinching. �He said he has to stay near your arrogant, rude, prick of an ass.� He cocks his head to the side. �You never told me you saw yourself that way. Would�ve saved a couple years of hardship, don�t you think?�

Of course, I�m not the only one gaping at him. It is Vulgur that speaks. �You can�understand him?�

Piccolo nods, his eyes meeting that of the golden one of the cat�s. �Clear as day.�

That is all the explanation he gives, and the gaze holds for far longer than I would�ve liked. I turn to the cat. �Are you done? Mangy piece of meat. Not even fit for a scavenger.�

�Ditto.�

The word is directly after a low growl from the cat and my gaze hardens toward the Namek. �I didn�t ask for a translation.�

�I�ve been appointed translator. Talk to him about it.� His answer is directly after mine and his eyes beg me to challenge him, bring everything to the forefront here and now.

�You�know, dad?�

There�s a soft gasp from Vulgur as Trunks speaks and I grit my teeth. That�s it, I�m cursed�. And that wasn�t the joke it was supposed to be, was it? �Yes. Let�s get these two home.�

Trunks and Goten eye each other subtly as I take off, merely glancing at Vulgur. He takes up the position behind me and Trunks and Goten take off belatedly. I don�t care to know if the Namek follows.

�Um, dad?�

I turn to regard the lavender-haired demi-Saiyan that is now flying beside me with a raised brow.

Trunks chuckles nervously. �The cat?�

I face forward. �His name�s Grull. He�ll catch up in his own way.�

Trunks makes a small noise in his throat and floats back. I can hear him and Vulgur making conversation behind me. Names exchanged, small polite questions, then bigger questions as Vulgur and Trunks both get more familiar and curious.

�By the way, he really freaked out when he saw all those chests of clothes. Blew up. Good going.�

�Ah, thanks. I have a knack for ticking the man off. Not that that�s difficult.�

And why can I hear them grinning at each other? �That�s enough. You�re as bad as those women. It�s called talking behind my back for a reason.�

�But, Lord Vegeta, we are behind your back.�

The ki blast I throw is dodged with ease, as Vulgur was expecting it. A couple chuckles follow, but I merely continue on, wanting nothing more than to get back to the house�and plan.

I can feel his eyes on my back, and my shoulders tense up in expectation as I feel him drift closer. I�m waiting for a cutting remark, a biting comment, something that will amount to the blow I dealt him.

�I shouldn�t have said that.�

My eyes involuntarily turn to him, widened by the statement. �What?�

His gaze flickers back, but he sees that the others are far enough away and engaged in their own conversations. �I shouldn�t have said I would do anything. It wasn�t my right. But� It wasn�t my right. She was�important to you.�

I did not expect any sort of�apology from him. Didn�t think it was deserving. He�s right, but�. �I shouldn�t have hit you so hard. Could�ve cracked your jaw. I forget how weak you are sometimes.�

He grins ruefully and cradles his jaw, rubbing it as if he could still feel the hit. �Ah, just�think of it as a love tap.�

I gape at him before closing my mouth with a snap and smirking. �Don�t you even think about giving me one of those.�

He shares in my smirk as we swoop down to land in front of the house, where Gorika waits for us. She seems to take all of us in at once. I cock my head to one side at her, and then glance at the Namek. He nods once, sharply. Someone told her then. And by the detachment in her eyes, she�s still thinking of it. It can�t be easy to know that� Not easy at all.

The scarred human is framed in the doorway, and it is just me or do his eyes linger a bit too long�and there are just some things I do not want to know. �I need food.�

Piccolo nods beside me. �I�ll bring it to the bedroom.�

My eyes widen and glance to first the Namek, who just ignores me and walks on in the house, and then toward the others, who are explaining things to Marron. When did she get outside?

Grull chooses that moment to pop up out of nowhere, startling me enough to let out a noise. As everyone turns to stare at me, I growl at the cat and move to follow the Namek. I swear, if cats could gloat he�d be doing it.

I can feel her behind me, so I stop just inside the doorway, where the hallway presses us together. �What do you want?�

My tone is weary, not the angry, righteous one it should be. I want to say �I told you so�, but I�m too tired to right now.

She seems to realize that, her lips thinning as they press together. �I want to see him, talk to him. I want you to leave him alone.�

I let out a sigh of disgust and move around her. �I can�t do that.�

Her hand on my arm is forceful, reminding me of how much power she indeed holds, as much as Gohan ever had. �He didn�t understand.�

My eyes turn on her and I watch as she flinches. �And that somehow absolves him of what he�s done�or rather, not done? If he�s so concerned about everything, then why didn�t he change it? He could�ve gone back, made another wish on the dragon. But he didn�t, did he? Instead, he let his granddaughter die, let his son die�. How many others have died, Gorika? How many others will die?�

Her gaze drops, as does her hand, but I do not move. �He�s my father.� It�s spoken softly, but the intent is clear. She may not understand why he did it, may hate him for it. But she can�t hate him. I feel the same with mine�.

I nod, silent until she looks up at me again. �I don�t know if I would�ve done any differently.�

As her eyes widen, I leave her there, entering the kitchen to the Namek watching me. Of course, he heard everything. �Not a moment�s privacy, Namek?�

He just smiles, a grin that is too knowing, and turns back to the fridge, getting out supplies. �You should appreciate Grull more. At least, that�s what he says.�

I roll my eyes and fiddle with the packages of cold meats and vegetables he�s laid out. �He�ll say anything to get more sympathy. Do you expect me to believe that you know how to cook when you don�t even eat?�

He frowns slightly, getting out a bottle of water for himself as he places the fruits and bread on the counter beside the others. �I�m not cooking. Preparing a sandwich with some fruit slices can�t be all that hard. I did it for�Gohan.�

I nod, suddenly wishing I hadn�t brought back old memories. �Then I�m sure it�ll be a good meal. Need help?�

He nods silently, not as surprised as I by the offer. We stand silently side by side, preparing enough food to feed�well, me. Others enter the kitchen behind us, see us, and leave again as quietly as they entered. Only one stays.

�My Lord, I, um, wanted to apologize��

�Don�t bother. When that cat gets it in his mind to do something, he does it.� I do not turn toward Vulgur, instead taking a bite out of one of the sandwiches and nodding my approval.

Both Vulgur and Piccolo are silent as I eat, but I can feel the questions he has. Within a few minutes, my hunger�s staved off enough to answer them. �What is it?�

�Well,� his eyes flicker to the Namek, but I make no sign that he shouldn�t hear anything, �I was just wondering what was going on. Why�Grull brought us here.�

I tilt my head to one side �I suppose Grull will have to tell us the why. As for what�s going on, I�ve had to come back and face what I left behind�what left that planet dust motes floating in space.�

He nods, knowing I�ll tell him no more. �Well, then, Marron has been most gracious to allow me the use of her room, but I refused. This �couch� sounds quite nice.�

I stifle a chuckle. �Yes, the couch should suit you, though you�ll have a time with those hooves.�

He frowns down at said hooves, lifting one as if to inspect his knee. �That�s what Goten said. I didn�t get his amusement.�

Even as my chuckle escapes, I envy Vulgur his ease. He�s already calling them all by first name; acting as if�well, that�s part of the reason we work so well together. He�s the diplomat, I�m the assassin.

Silently, Vulgur moves to the living room as I finish my late dinner, putting the dishes in the sink and following Piccolo to our room. I barely stifle a yawn as we move past everyone chatting.

�Oh, Vegeta!�

I turn bleary eyes to Marron as she hands me a folder. I stare at it for a moment before she explains. �The time and dates you needed on�everything.�

I nod and stand there blankly before I feel something tugging on my arm. It takes me a second to realize the Namek�s hand is on my arm. Is everyone looking? Why am I not pulling away?

No, I�m letting the Namek guide me and slowly realizing that everything is blurring in and out of focus. There�s a question behind me, and I�m turning slowly to view the speaker, whose voice is distorted, but Piccolo is ushering me in the room, sitting me on the bed. And I am too compliant.

�Is he okay?�

Trunks form is highlighted in the doorway, and the Namek turns to him to answer. �He�s just fine.�

��Ou �ru�ed m�.�

The words are slurred, barely recognizable as a language, but he turns to me and answers. �Yes. You need to rest. You can start again tomorrow.�

��M gonna ki� �our ass fo� i�.�

He nods at me and goes to close the door, mumbling something to Trunks I can�t hear. I can�t focus on anything.

He comes back. I can feel his hands on me, undressing me. I start to sway and he grabs me, rights me, takes the rest of my clothes off, and lays me down. He undresses himself and lies down next to me, bringing the covers up around us. He seems to hesitate as his arms comes around me, but I position myself within them.

�So �ou �uess� m� pla�s?� And all the while I idly wonder how he can understand me.

�You were going to sneak out and confront him tonight. You wouldn�t want to put it off any longer.

I feel warmth suffuse me as he practically snuggles me closer to him. �You are a part of us, Vegeta. Whether you think you are or not. We care about you. All of us, in our own way. We need to figure this out together. We need�.�

A/N: Well, that was interesting. Bet you hadn�t guessed it, eh? Oh, everyone figured it had something to do with Goku and Bulma, but not that! Lol Just wait. This story is two to three chapters from the end. Prepare yourselves. If you think this is wicked and cruel�. ^_~
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