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.
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 AU, 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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It
was too much. Too many things that had
happened in too little time, and he stood next to Vegeta, looked around, at the
blood washed stone and wondered just what part he had played in the
masquerade. Looked at his own
hands—clean—and his own clothes and Vegeta, and at Chichi who licked her lips
and looked longingly at Trunks.
Trunks.
Who
was covered in blood, icejin blood and Gohan’s blood and there was another
creature standing there with him—a mocking creature that fouled the name of
half its heritage and made the other half burn with pride—covered with only
Gohan’s blood. Grinning and tipping its
head back, letting Trunks lick the blood off his face and neck and opened his
mouth to accept the kiss when it reached him.
No. He was thinking of it out of order. Because it happened out of order. It didn’t happen like that. Not yet.
Trunks
left, left the Prince and Krillin to argue, left Chichi to stand and make her
snide comments of the nature of their races.
She grinned at Gohan and mourned that she could not drink the blood that
pumped from his hand. Didn’t drink it
because it was traitor’s blood, because she was behaving for them, and because
it had been Trunks that drew the blood and spiders did not feed on each other’s
kill.
So
she smirked. Waited.
There
was a weird sensation of weight that descended on them, made his ears pop and
he hissed out in discomfort, saw Krillin fall to the ground under the increase
in gravity, and he had both his hands on his head—mumbled something that Goku
could not hear over the roar of blood in his ears—what else could happen? What else could they TAKE?!
Then
Trunks returned, the sensation passed when he flicked the blood off his sword
onto the dirt, and looked at Gohan once again.
He was covered in the icejin blood, like he had ripped out their hearts
and covered himself in it. “There is
one more ally,” he said, “My ally.”
He pointed above them, and Goku had turned, stared straight up.
Saw
the six dots on the strange things forehead first—the mark of the Juro—and then
the black tail, the spiky black hair and the dark eyes. “Hi,” he said, touched down in front of
them, right next to Trunks. Looked at
him, glowed with energy, and then—as if they had a conversation in only this
new things mind—said: “I’m Goten. Your
new buddy.” Then he turned to look at
Gohan. “I’m probably,” he said, raised
two of his fis ans and moved Gohan’s hand with his mind—a telekinetic and a
telepath all in one!—and then turned back to look at them, “The most powerful
motherfucker you’ll ever meet.” He gave
them a smile. “Living proof that
Saiyans shouldn’t rape Juro.” Then he
moved toward Gohan, Trunks moved with him.
Illusions
were the sort of thing that only Juro that trained for years and years could
attain with the level of perfection that this snotty kid had. He was small—small like the Prince was
small—and thinner than the average Saiyan.
Had the mark of the Juro and the mental power of one—no, twice, three
times the mental power of one—but he was all Saiyan otherwise. The fuck what you think attitude of the
Saiyan. He had just given Gohan the
sensation and visual nightmare of watching his body explode from the inside
out. And Krillin had felt how he tore
apart the traitor’s mind, ripped it to find shreds and the plucked up the
threads that he wanted. Hadn’t found
this job particularly entertaining, but had summoned a lo gle gleeful venom to
generate that illusion.
“Stop
giving me the mental beating,” Goten said to him, “Just tell me what you want
to know about me, and I’ll answer all your pretty little questions.”
“Alright,
how about, how the hell does nobody know about you?” Goku asked.
“Where
did you come from?” Krillin asked.
“If
you’re so fucking powerful why haven’t you and Trunks killed Bardock yet?”
And
Goten just grinned at them. “First: Nobody knows about me because I never told
anyone about me. You see, you three
could walk right up to Bardock himself and try and tell him about me, and not a
single one of you would even be able to think about me. If I’m not in your presence, you don’t
remember I exist.” A very arrogant
smirk.yes">
“Alright,”
Goten said, “Now, as I understand it, everyone here wants Bardock brought
down. Areizreiza.”
“First,”
Vegeta said—felt that sense of pride returning to him as he said this, felt the
strangeness of leadership settling on his shoulders and wanted to see his father
again. Remembered that his father had
always expected him to become the King.
To become a great ruler, a powerful one. One that would overcome the Icejins. That had not been lost.
And it made his skin tingle to feel it come back to him. “We need to know what everyone here is
willing to do.” He glared at the
Juro—the full one—and felt that Krillin was not going to give an inch on his
‘moral’ standing.
“Whatever
brings the righteous to his knees, and spills his blood,” Chichi said, “I would
very much like to spill his blood.”
“I
already told you my only concern is putting your ass back on the throne,”
Trunks said, “And killing Bardock.”
“Freiza,”
Goku said—surprised the hell out of him by answering at all—“I don’t have any
idea why he bothered, but Bardock trained me to defeat Freiza.”
Goten
smiled vaguely. “You can count on me to
do whatever you need. As long as I
don’t have to touch anyone.”
Oh? So he couldn’t touch? What sort of limits did kid kid have
anyway? Interesting ones, he said, but
what was so fucking interesting about them.
“I’ll
help to bring down Freiza and Bardock, but I won’t defy the teachings of my
Gods,” Krillin said stubbornly, and then—somberly—he said: “Where is
Bulma? Can we bury her”
“The
icejins took her,” Trunks said, “The ones that escaped.”
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Goten: TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa! HERE I AM!!!!
Trunks: do
you have to overdo everything?
Goten:
Hn. I’ll just have to remember
to under do you.
< sty style='font-size:10.0pt;
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Gk: Oh, man
I hate sex when you don’t get to the…
*notices everyone looking at him. *
Krillin:
*shudder * That is so
disgusting.
Chichi:
*raises eyebrow *
Vegeta:
*hides head in hands and mumbles something unintelligible *
Goten:
Hn. Hey! You know what I just realized?! I’m not related to ANYONE in this fic. Go me!
Go Me!
Trunks: I
fail to see how this is impressive.
Jaygoose:
*ahem
* I delivered Goten, dear, where is my
VEGETA AND GOKU?! *smiles prettily
* Hmmmm?
Anyway. I hope you like Goten. (He’s odd.
I love him, but I’m odd.) I felt
very bad for what I did to Bulma. I didn’t
feel bad at all for what happened to Gohan.
*snarls at dead boy *
Elenek:
And then there are a few with Vegeta and Goku. They’ll get in there. Just have to wade through the plot.
Macha:
Yep. Chichi wants Trunks. (Goten goes into this with more detail…soon.)
Lol. I prefer the lemons to the blood but lets
see… They killed Gohan this chapter,
they *is muffled by the fact that she cannot speak the spoilers * … … So yeah, it’ll stay bloody here for a few
chapters.
Hudine:
Not
lame. It was a complement and I liked
it. *grabs review and defends it *
Mechanical Butterfly:
One
day I will write a chapter that you don’t like. One day. *strikes a pose
* Hopefully not, though.>
Lol. Really?
You thought he was a good guy?
That’s so sweet. *pats her poor
misguided head *
In
Bulma’s situation I would have to say I would…
Goodness, I don’t know. If I was
actually her I probably would have fought like hell to get free, and when (if)
that didn’t work I would have done the same.
But seeing how I’m the writer, if I were Bulma I would have just started
screaming. There’s a whole slew of
people with super keen hearing just right around the otherside of the
rock. *shrugs *
Yeah. Be prepared to feel sort of sad with Krillin
for there of the story. His morals put
him in a sticky situation a lot.
BUUUUT, we’ve got Goten now to do all the telepathic things Krillin won’t. ;)
Right,
crunching those chips was *real * subtle.
Lol
PinkTeddy:
Oh,
well, HI! When you catch up. And glad
you’re reading. (Always love
new/old/new readers. Did that make
sense?)
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