Kings, Tyrants, and Demons
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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16
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Reviews:
120
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Phantom Touch
A/N: Another short chapter...Enjoy!
Chapter Fifteen: Phantom touch
He knew it was a dream. He knew he was really sleeping in his bed, no doubt tossing and turning like a pathetic weakling. He knew at any given moment he would wake up bewildered staring out in the darkness of his small quarters.
He knew all of this because there was no way in the nine hells this scenario could be real.
Sitting comfortably in the passenger seat of one of Capsule Corporation’s hover cars he looked in disbelief at the driver who was currently scolding him.
“…cannot believe you would be so careless as to disregard your responsibilities. Does your birthright mean nothing to you?” Angry dark eyes shifted to him momentarily before concentrating on the road again. “A low level, by the demons! And you didn’t kill him? The royal blood tainted by a commoner; a disgrace! Have you no shame?”
Vegeta gaped at his father.
“I’m glad your mother isn’t here to see you,” the king paused for a moment to look at the dragon radar before shoving it into the pocket of his blue wind breaker that had the Royal insignia stitched tackily to it. A Dragonball appeared out of no where. The king tossed it out the window. “Damn bugs,” he muttered, before continuing.
“Such a disappointment! You have no idea the dishonor you have brought upon your race. You spared them both! Compassion? From my son? I would have thought twenty years in Frieza’s service would have given you some semblance of a backbone. If anything you’ve grown even more soft—
“Hey, don’t blame me,” a voice interrupted from the backseat.
Vegeta’s eyes fastened to the rear view mirror his mouth hanging open even further.
Frieza, in his first form, was buckled in behind him, his attention on the hand held video game in his grasp. “He was a hardened soldier fit for conquest before he settled on Earth.” The tyrant shrugged apathetically, not bothering to look up. “The planet must have rotted his brain.”
Vegeta whirled to confront his former employer only to find that the backseat was empty.
The king shook his head in dismay. “Earth,” he scoffed, “what a joke. You should have blown it up when you had the chance.” Despite himself Vegeta cringed when his father gave him another withering glance, “And to make matters worse,” he continued, “you abandoned your mate. I’m utterly disgusted. You already failed your first bond, which is unheard of, but running away from your second mate who is actually worthy of you is reprehensible. Reaching Super Saiyan four is a small consolation. Have you even been training since you ran away?”
“I...” the prince was beyond baffled, “I did it for him. He’s better off this way.”
“Better off?” The king chuckled darkly, a contemptuous smile distorting his bearded face. “Does he look better off to you?” He pointed ahead of him.
Vegeta looked out the window to see a figure standing on the side of a black massive gorge that looked like it had no business being on Earth. He could just make out the flicker of a white cape fluttering in the breeze.
Suddenly he was there; the car had vanished along with his father. The landscape was bleak with the haze of craggy mountains just visible in the distance. Lightning danced across the dim sky, seeming vaguely familiar; most likely this was a planet from one of his missions. Forgetting his surroundings, he cautiously approached the turbaned figure.
“Piccolo?”
“Why did you leave me, Vegeta?”
The prince’s tail unfurled from his waist to hang awkwardly between his legs.
“Because I love you.”
There was a heavy silence prompting the elite to continue.
“I,” he struggled with his words, “I can’t take back what I did, I wish to the gods I could. I only wanted you to have a chance at a peaceful life.”
“A peaceful life? Is that what you think I wanted?”
“Isn’t it?”
“I wanted you.”
“I’m not worthy of you anymore, Piccolo,” he said simply, though his voice shook with emotion, “I broke my promise,” he whispered, “I hurt you, I nearly killed you. I murdered Kami and Nail.”
“Yes,” Piccolo replied, still not turning to face him, “and I want to thank you for it.”
“What?”
Vegeta’s blood froze as cold laughter reached his ears. His mate suddenly turned, his eyes were lit with a cruel delight; the front of his gi was soaked with purplish blood. At first Vegeta thought it was the Namek’s own but the way it was splattered on him suggested otherwise.
“Piccolo…”
His lover grinned, flashing his fangs and gestured over his shoulder into the gorge behind him.
Cautiously Vegeta peered over the edge of the canyon. It was huge, appearing to go on for miles. Despite this he managed to spot the bodies of a few dozen Nameks strewn on the ground far, far, below.
He tilted his head in puzzlement. However, he was not allowed to question as he was caught up in a desperate embrace.
“If I fill it, will you come back to me?” a shaky voice breathed in his ear.
The Saiyan shook his head not understanding.
“I’ll fill it with blood, with bone, with flesh. I’ll set it alight and start all over again.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ll kill them all…just for you. Or maybe I’ll kill you, then myself.”
Before the prince could question greedy lips met his own. He gave in to it, needing the contact just as badly, even with the disturbing words he had just heard. He wrapped his arms around his lover holding him tightly, his tail mindlessly wrapping around the other’s wrist possessively.
The Namek abruptly broke away to stare at it.
“It grew back?”
Removing his tail, Vegeta simply nodded.
Piccolo’s face darkened.
“I hate you,” he hissed, his face contorting with hurt. “I love you and I hate you.”
Again, Vegeta nodded, this time in resignation. Silently he grasped the other man’s hands his eyes glistening strangely.
“I know.”
Piccolo’s own eyes were filled with unshed tears; he disentangled one of his blood soaked hands to trail a mauve pattern across the elite’s cheekbones and down his chin before threading his fingers into the ebony locks. His onyx eyes so full of hurt and anger now only looked tired.
He pulled the smaller man to him in one last embrace then vanished leaving the elite bewilderedly staring out in the darkness of his small quarters, his face still tingling with his lover’s touch.
A/N: YAY! Over 3,000 hits! *snoopy dances of joy* And 83 reviews. Thank you thank you thank you! I think when I get to the 100 mark I'll throw in a bonus chapter.
Personal Thank you's:
Dania: So good to hear from you! I thought you fell off the face of the Earth! *hugs* Thank you for the kind words, and I hope not to dissapoint in the future. Why is it when I'm so bogged down with work/moving I find time to write but otherwise can't be bothered? Anywho, hope you enjoyed this chapter...was a bit odd I admit...and really short but I like it.
Jordon: Thanks for the nice review, I hope you enjoyed.
Iris: That review was so kind. I meant to e-mail you earlier but I haven't found the time. Thank you so much for taking the time to write a review, I'm so thrilled you like my work.
Mehla: As always your reviews are a pleasure. Although this was a 'dream' sequence this is also a turning point, things should get a bit more lively from here on out.
Lee: Great to hear from you again! Yes, AFF is *Finally* back on track. Let's hope it stays this way.
Pic's Pixie: Well, what did you think? Finally some P/V interaction...I know it was minimal and a dream (or was it?) but hold tight is all I can say. Thanks again for the support!
Chapter Fifteen: Phantom touch
He knew it was a dream. He knew he was really sleeping in his bed, no doubt tossing and turning like a pathetic weakling. He knew at any given moment he would wake up bewildered staring out in the darkness of his small quarters.
He knew all of this because there was no way in the nine hells this scenario could be real.
Sitting comfortably in the passenger seat of one of Capsule Corporation’s hover cars he looked in disbelief at the driver who was currently scolding him.
“…cannot believe you would be so careless as to disregard your responsibilities. Does your birthright mean nothing to you?” Angry dark eyes shifted to him momentarily before concentrating on the road again. “A low level, by the demons! And you didn’t kill him? The royal blood tainted by a commoner; a disgrace! Have you no shame?”
Vegeta gaped at his father.
“I’m glad your mother isn’t here to see you,” the king paused for a moment to look at the dragon radar before shoving it into the pocket of his blue wind breaker that had the Royal insignia stitched tackily to it. A Dragonball appeared out of no where. The king tossed it out the window. “Damn bugs,” he muttered, before continuing.
“Such a disappointment! You have no idea the dishonor you have brought upon your race. You spared them both! Compassion? From my son? I would have thought twenty years in Frieza’s service would have given you some semblance of a backbone. If anything you’ve grown even more soft—
“Hey, don’t blame me,” a voice interrupted from the backseat.
Vegeta’s eyes fastened to the rear view mirror his mouth hanging open even further.
Frieza, in his first form, was buckled in behind him, his attention on the hand held video game in his grasp. “He was a hardened soldier fit for conquest before he settled on Earth.” The tyrant shrugged apathetically, not bothering to look up. “The planet must have rotted his brain.”
Vegeta whirled to confront his former employer only to find that the backseat was empty.
The king shook his head in dismay. “Earth,” he scoffed, “what a joke. You should have blown it up when you had the chance.” Despite himself Vegeta cringed when his father gave him another withering glance, “And to make matters worse,” he continued, “you abandoned your mate. I’m utterly disgusted. You already failed your first bond, which is unheard of, but running away from your second mate who is actually worthy of you is reprehensible. Reaching Super Saiyan four is a small consolation. Have you even been training since you ran away?”
“I...” the prince was beyond baffled, “I did it for him. He’s better off this way.”
“Better off?” The king chuckled darkly, a contemptuous smile distorting his bearded face. “Does he look better off to you?” He pointed ahead of him.
Vegeta looked out the window to see a figure standing on the side of a black massive gorge that looked like it had no business being on Earth. He could just make out the flicker of a white cape fluttering in the breeze.
Suddenly he was there; the car had vanished along with his father. The landscape was bleak with the haze of craggy mountains just visible in the distance. Lightning danced across the dim sky, seeming vaguely familiar; most likely this was a planet from one of his missions. Forgetting his surroundings, he cautiously approached the turbaned figure.
“Piccolo?”
“Why did you leave me, Vegeta?”
The prince’s tail unfurled from his waist to hang awkwardly between his legs.
“Because I love you.”
There was a heavy silence prompting the elite to continue.
“I,” he struggled with his words, “I can’t take back what I did, I wish to the gods I could. I only wanted you to have a chance at a peaceful life.”
“A peaceful life? Is that what you think I wanted?”
“Isn’t it?”
“I wanted you.”
“I’m not worthy of you anymore, Piccolo,” he said simply, though his voice shook with emotion, “I broke my promise,” he whispered, “I hurt you, I nearly killed you. I murdered Kami and Nail.”
“Yes,” Piccolo replied, still not turning to face him, “and I want to thank you for it.”
“What?”
Vegeta’s blood froze as cold laughter reached his ears. His mate suddenly turned, his eyes were lit with a cruel delight; the front of his gi was soaked with purplish blood. At first Vegeta thought it was the Namek’s own but the way it was splattered on him suggested otherwise.
“Piccolo…”
His lover grinned, flashing his fangs and gestured over his shoulder into the gorge behind him.
Cautiously Vegeta peered over the edge of the canyon. It was huge, appearing to go on for miles. Despite this he managed to spot the bodies of a few dozen Nameks strewn on the ground far, far, below.
He tilted his head in puzzlement. However, he was not allowed to question as he was caught up in a desperate embrace.
“If I fill it, will you come back to me?” a shaky voice breathed in his ear.
The Saiyan shook his head not understanding.
“I’ll fill it with blood, with bone, with flesh. I’ll set it alight and start all over again.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ll kill them all…just for you. Or maybe I’ll kill you, then myself.”
Before the prince could question greedy lips met his own. He gave in to it, needing the contact just as badly, even with the disturbing words he had just heard. He wrapped his arms around his lover holding him tightly, his tail mindlessly wrapping around the other’s wrist possessively.
The Namek abruptly broke away to stare at it.
“It grew back?”
Removing his tail, Vegeta simply nodded.
Piccolo’s face darkened.
“I hate you,” he hissed, his face contorting with hurt. “I love you and I hate you.”
Again, Vegeta nodded, this time in resignation. Silently he grasped the other man’s hands his eyes glistening strangely.
“I know.”
Piccolo’s own eyes were filled with unshed tears; he disentangled one of his blood soaked hands to trail a mauve pattern across the elite’s cheekbones and down his chin before threading his fingers into the ebony locks. His onyx eyes so full of hurt and anger now only looked tired.
He pulled the smaller man to him in one last embrace then vanished leaving the elite bewilderedly staring out in the darkness of his small quarters, his face still tingling with his lover’s touch.
A/N: YAY! Over 3,000 hits! *snoopy dances of joy* And 83 reviews. Thank you thank you thank you! I think when I get to the 100 mark I'll throw in a bonus chapter.
Personal Thank you's:
Dania: So good to hear from you! I thought you fell off the face of the Earth! *hugs* Thank you for the kind words, and I hope not to dissapoint in the future. Why is it when I'm so bogged down with work/moving I find time to write but otherwise can't be bothered? Anywho, hope you enjoyed this chapter...was a bit odd I admit...and really short but I like it.
Jordon: Thanks for the nice review, I hope you enjoyed.
Iris: That review was so kind. I meant to e-mail you earlier but I haven't found the time. Thank you so much for taking the time to write a review, I'm so thrilled you like my work.
Mehla: As always your reviews are a pleasure. Although this was a 'dream' sequence this is also a turning point, things should get a bit more lively from here on out.
Lee: Great to hear from you again! Yes, AFF is *Finally* back on track. Let's hope it stays this way.
Pic's Pixie: Well, what did you think? Finally some P/V interaction...I know it was minimal and a dream (or was it?) but hold tight is all I can say. Thanks again for the support!