Much Like Suffocating | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:
A.&nbsbsp;bsp;
If I owned the show (DBZ), dontcha think you’d be watching the smut
instead of just reading it? (Insert
standard disclaimer here: I don’t own Vegeta,
Goku, (any other characters mentioned herein) or the show they came from DBZ
DBGT or just plain DB.)
B.
ALL RIGHTY. *rubs hands
together and looks up terms for the list of warnings: * Sadly, this is but but folks, don’t run away
already screaming. You can read
it. I swear It’ll be chocked full of
lemony goodness. LEMONS (Not talking
about the fruit here, either. I’m
talking about the sex ones; although how did it come to be a ‘lemon’
anyway?) Homosexuality (er…duh.) Also (warnings I’ve never used before!
Gasp): bondage, shady professions, and
graphic descriptions. (Hopefully
graphic anywho.) Also, dirty language
doubtlessly. DARK. BAD THINGS HAPPEN HERE FOLKS.
C.
As always I strive to keep folk in character even when they are not
‘themselves’ in the canon-sense. If
you’re reading this and you’re like they are so not in character, give it a
chappie or two and see if you still think that.
I tried very hard not to write this. I batted it down and tried to starve the
bunny (the plot bunny) until it went away.
And you see how far that got me.
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The
wind rushed everywhere, all at once, as the ships screamed through the air and
the cackling of the icejin-mercenaries echoed endlessly in her ears. She screamed when the fire spread, grabbed a
hold of the dry grass that was dead and burnt from being so close to the heat,
and it rushed at her—like it was being drawn—and she did what any cat would
have done in that situation. Turned and
ran for her life.
Felt
grass slipping under her bare paws and ran anyway. Heard a scream, heard her name.
Felt panic so strong in her that she couldn’t even focus on what they
were saying. The fire burned, came
straight at her, and she screamed again, ran faster, felt her tail burning,
until all at once, the word went dark—shadowy dark as far as she could see—and
cold.
And
she smiled a little—tried to calm her racing heart—and just as that pain in her
chest started to ease, as his smile started to really calm her, it
changed. Became a smirk—a cruel smirk,
and Gohan dug his fingers into her harder.
Grabbed one of her hands, and held her hand above her head, reached
down—to his pants pocket—and she screamed again.
Felt
his hand as it punched her, felt her stomach bruise, and she whimpered in the
sudden agony. Fearped ped in her veins,
and defiance, and she hissed: “Who are you working for?”
“Does
it matter?” Gohan asked. “Freiza and
Bardock are the same fucking thing.
Have been together for fucking years.” He pulled a metal cuff out of his pants, and smirked at her
again. “I knew you’d turn to the
murderer. All of you cowards. And it’ll cost you. He’s not going to let you walk from this.”
Something
moved in the forest. And she jerked her
head, saw the icejins, all of them, grinning.
Carrying chains. Here to take
her away, here to make her one of their precious slaves, and she remembered the
way Freiza had looked at her, remembered the way Vegeta had howled when she
pulled that thing out of him.
Remembered her own thoughts of death over that life.
And
she pulled her hand hard, away from his grasp, flashed her claws and slashed
them over her arms, deep down into the viens and felt the hot blood gushing
out. Raised her hand to her throat and
with one last flick, ripped away her own life.
But not her freedom—as she fell to the floor of the forest, and heard
his curse, she struggled against the draining and the cold, she thought one
last time.
spanspan>You
can’t have me.
I
am free.
~~~***
“Oh…” The Juro grabbed his hand. “Bulma,” he said to him, “She’s…” And then he grabbed his own throat.
Bulma
was that cat.
Trunks
felt the bastard move, felt his darkened aura and turned to look at the edge of
the cave—it was really a jutting of rock out of the midst of the otherwise flat
terrain—and there, CRAWLING, came the idiot.
Whimpering and bleeding again.
Faking his little wounds like he had been attacked by the icejin, like
he wasn’t reaking of betrayal and hate, and Trunks sheathed his sword, felt his
power war within him, the Saiyan and the Spider, and didn’t control it, let
rage filter through him.
Crossed
the space between them, grabbed the fucker by his throat and shoved him up
against the rock. “I told you,” he
ground out through his clenched teeth, “NOT TO PISS ME OFF!” And he rose his hand, felt the webs forming
inside of his fists, felt the power of the Saiyan and he punched the fucker’s
hand as he brought it up to defend himself.
Punched it and drove it straight back into the rock, felt the solid
spike of frozen web pierce the hand and then spreat. Felt the hand shatter under the impact of
his fist, and smelled the blood.
Knew
his eyes were black, knew they glittered.
Felt his face as it started to change, the skin bleached even paler, his
jaws ached and got heavy and his stomach rolled. He opened his mouth felt the fangs growing and shook his head—let
them grow—let his eyes change, they glittered, they burned, and he saw the
bastard’s very soul even as he smelled the blood—wanted that blood.
“HELP!”
it screamed. “HELP HE’S GOING TO KILL
ME!”
Just
as his face shifted, as he felt the spider winning the battle of dominance,
there was hand on his—painfully warm—and he stepped back, looked at it, had to
cover his eyes—spider eyes that saw auras—because it was burning bright, and he
dropped to the ground. Felt his eyes
change back, bit his own mouth open with the fangs as they receded and sucked
on the blood as he looked at Goku.
“No
he’s not,” Goku said.
“Not
before you tell us everything you know,” Vegeta added. Smirked as he looked at the broken hand that
was smashed straight into the rock—shattered and held together only by the web
around it.
Chichi
moved over to him, pulled him back to his feet and picked up his hand, licked
the blood off his knuckles. “You have
made us so proud.” Smiled again, and
looked the the traitor. “You lie,” she
said, “And you have killed our kitten.”
“She
killed herself,” Gohan snapped.
“Don’t
forget about the icejins,” Krillin said, “They’re still there. Waiting.
Sne nne needs to do something…”
Trunks
pulled the sword out of the sheath again, felt his eyes turn black again, and
said: “Leave that to me.”
~~~***
“I
know what you want,” Krillin said, looked at the Prince who was glaring at
Gohan so hatefully it made his head ache.
“I won’t do it.” He had opened
up Goku’s mind to see what horror lay within it at Bardock’s request only
because he had been assured that his Gods would not disapprove. But he would not pick apart Gohan’s
brain—not even for the sake of Bulma, who had died—because even if he could
never go home, there were morals to uphold.
Things that he believed in that he had to keep believing in. Defeating the kidnapping, pillaging,
planet-purging Icejins and Saiyans would do nothing if he did it or helped
without upholding his beliefs. If he
gave in than everything he found unholy was what he would become, and he had
slipped too far now to accept this.
“What
are you going to do than?” Vegeta demanded, “Be a fucking lawn ornament? Why the hell pledge your life to me if your
life is worthless?”
“Why
have a gift and not use it?” he returned, “Our Gods granted us our powers to
heal and to help. You want me to tear
his mind apart to find if he knows what Bardock wants. Or Freiza.
That I won’t do.”
“Fine,”
Vegeta said, “I don’t want your fucking loyalty.” And he glared at Gohan, who had turned his head and stared with
morbid fascination at his crushed and bleeding hand.
Shock
had not yet allowed him to feel that pain.
It would set in soon, and he would pass out. But not yet.
Chichi
licked her lips. Smiled at nothing, and
tipped her head to the side, shook her cascade of black hair and just
smiled. “Soon…” she said, “All liars
are baptized in the fires of the truth.
Soon.”
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Gk: I think
Jaygoose is starting to get twitchy.
(Sorry, I wrote this after notes before I wrote the Twin’s adventures.)
Trunks: And?
Vegeta:
Perhaps we should placate her with some lemonade?
Chichi:
*eyes Trunks *
Trunks: I
feel so dirty. *runs off to shower *
Chichi: *smirk *
People are naked when they shower…
*drifts away purposefully *
Vegeta: Oh. That was sick. I meant me and the idiot.
Gk:
Okay. We can have sex!
Krillin: No you can’t. This is the end of the chapter.
Noel:
Ah,
but poor Krillin has a crisis of conscience.
So he will not take advantage.
I’m
sorry. I’m done teasing. Goten shows up in the next chapter. That’s just one little day that you have to
wait. Okay? *pats her on the head *
Mechanical Butterfly:
Yes,
Krillin’s powers would suck to have, (for him at very least) I don’t think I would want them. (Have thought lots about this idea.) Mind reading and manipulation is very
dangerous. Especially when you can ‘misuse’
those powers and never be allowed back on your own planet.
*bounces
up and down * ILOVE TRUNKS! I do.
*grabs him and drags him away *
He is so COOL. (No pun
intended.)
Huh. Didn’t know about Lance Bass. Why the -.-? Not like Bass? (I’m not a
huge fan myself, but I think his voice isn’t that bad.)
Yeah. Gohan is so bad. But not because he was being a ‘bad’ boy and watching her
dress. *glares daggers at Gohan * Evil boy.
Look at him being the evil one.
*pats
MB on the head * Yes, many questions. And in about… *calculates this * six or seven chapters you start to get the
answers to Bardock’s ‘whys and hows.’ And
Vegeta didn’t tell Goku because it is a bit of a shock to find out that you’ve
been living on a ship for 10 years that had a device on it made especially to
keep you under the influence of the ‘need to touch.’ Not sure if Vegeta explains that or not, so I figure I just tell
you.
Lol. Glad you like Chichi. (I do too, but don’t tell anyone else.)
Macha:
*sigh
* No.
In fact, don’t be expecting too much lemony-ness for a few
chappies. This sucker seems determined
to have a huge plot. (smacks
story) See? It just gets bigger everytime you try to stop it.
Ah. That is a question. If Spiders can see aura’s why didn’t anyone
notice that Gohan was ‘evil’ and lying?
Hmmm?
Setharo07:
Ah,
don’t be mean to Bulma. She was knocked
unconscious before she even found out they were moving off the ship.
Trunks
is cool. *pats Trunks *
ALRIGHTY FOLKS.
There is BLOODSHED in this fic. BLOOD.
SHED. Prepare yourselves. *gets deep ‘evil’ voice * MWHAHAHA…oh, sorry. See ya tomorrow.
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