Beautiful Stalker
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Adult ++
Chapters:
18
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91
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Truth and Lies
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Beautiful Stalker
Chapter 16 - Truth and Lies by Hecate18
He knew what had happened; perhaps he’d even anticipated it.
In truth he wanted as little to do with this as possible: once he was hidden and out of harms way, the situation was in Mr. Popo’s hands, along with the blame he supposed.
What did Gohan really expect him to do? He didn’t have the power to summon the Dragonballs: he couldn’t even think how to word a wish that would make everything better.
If Mr. Popo had not acted, he would be dead by now. The Dragonballs gone and the fate of the world left to saiyans. Goku was just like Vegeta now, who was to say Gohan wouldn’t turn next?
Dende quickly scrambled to his feet using the walls for support, the silence surrounding the lookout alarmed him. He almost felt he would never hear again. This must be the sound of his betrayal.
He found himself running, his eyes clouding with tears, trying to hold on to the delusion that it was not he who did this, that Gohan would not hold him responsible. He imagined the Kai’s would be shaking their heads at him now, he had never been able to fill Kami’s shoes, he was just here to keep the Dragonballs active.
Everything looked undisturbed, the door that held the earth’s greatest powers looked plain, so simple and utterly unthreatening that he half expected that monster to come crashing through it. Mr. Popo sat cross-legged, meditating, looking, Dende thought, as docile as the door behind him.
“Mr. Popo,” he began, “We have to let Gohan out! He can be a great help to us!” He didn’t understand why it was necessary to make excuses as to why his ‘best friend’ should be released, it made him feel every bit the coward, traitor.
Without opening his eyes, the Genie gave a troubled sigh, “I cannot.”
“You must! Trapping him in there with… with those monsters is as good as killing him. If he dies, it’ll be on ‘your’ conscious!”
It was only now that Mr. Popo opened his eyes, a serene aura still surrounding him.
“Dende.”
He noted there was still the lack of formality when addressing him, in Mr. Popo’s eyes he was still just a child; he had not earned the title of ‘Lord’.
The genie continued, “It had to be done. With Goku in there alone, it would have only been a matter of time before he got out, just as Majin Buu escaped; separation from Prince Vegeta would only have fueled his thirst for blood.”
“But Gohan….”
“I feared for Prince Vegeta’s safety. Gohan’s presence may keep him out of harms way… for the time being.”
The Namek frowned deeply at the rather plain looking door, the reasoning seemed plausible, but to him it sounded far too temporary. Behind that door were the last of the saiyan race, each harboring more power than the Kai’s themselves; everything seemed so structured, yet there were already rips forming at the seams.
“We will need to collect the Dragonballs.”
~o0o~
He could hear his son’s heartbeat, a dull continuous thudding. It was not an erratic sound, but rather and quick steady beat, administrating the ceaseless flow of blood round the tense body. The demi saiyan’s breathing was a little haggard, not due to fatigue, he noted, but what seemed to be barely suppressed anger.
It almost made him smile to see that anger directed towards one of the ‘good guys’ for once, his son was learning the lessons of life now, betrayal being one of the most important. As long as he had saiyan blood flowing through his veins, there would always be betrayal.
His Prince on the other hand, was as unreadable as ever… or at least to the untrained eye. There was some amount of shock in those carefully concealed black orbs, the turn of events was obviously unexpected, though the dark eyes shone also with a fluency he could have only obtained from the life he’d lived.
Kakarott slowly faced the two with a disarming smile, “I guess this makes things a lot easier for me!”
He slowly raised his hand towards Gohan’s face, fully intending to incinerate him.
A firm grip on his shoulder put a halt to his plans, there was the option of brushing the hand aside and completing his task, but it was far more interesting to see Vegeta’s reasoning for stopping him this time. The Prince had a talent for stalling.
An easy smirk flittered across the handsome face, black eyes gleaming with cunning.
“Just what do you hope to accomplish by killing him Kakarott? It seems to me, we’re on the same side now.”
Kakarott lowered his arm, settling for patting his son’s cheek in a less than friendly manner, the action causing Gohan to release an uncharacteristic growl.
“I suppose you are right. But he needs to be punished; he’s been a naughty boy. And so have you Vegeta.”
“Then by all means Kakarott; punish me.”
Gohan scoffed before Kakarott could answer, “There’s no point in keeping up the act Vegeta, he’s lost and he knows it! Another failed attempt at eliminating the species, it must be frustrating for you.”
Kakarott silenced his son with a blow to the face. There was enough force to knock him back a few feet, he advanced towards Gohan and lifted him by his hair before the demi saiyan had a chance to recover.
With his free hand, he unclenched his son’s jaw forcefully with his fingers, limiting Gohan’s movements. He gripped the flaying tongue between thumb and forefinger, determined to rip the appendage out.
Again he was stopped by Vegeta: sensing a ki attack. Gohan took the opportunity to power up, but Kakarott anticipated this and twisted so the saiyan in his grip was caught in the blast. It was powerful enough to render the male comatose.
He turned and sighed at Vegeta in false exasperation, “Your stalling is beginning to bore me. Like you said before, we’re on the same side. You feel the bloodlust too: me and you are one of a kind! There’s no one left to pretend to Vegeta. How about we get out of here?”
He approached the smaller saiyan and lowered his head to kiss him hungrily, Vegeta returned the kiss with just as much vigor, pressing himself against him and tangling his fingers in the taller saiyan’s hair.
Inwardly Kakarott smirked; it seemed Vegeta was finally yielding to him.
~o0o~
He didn’t want to think about anything, he wanted to forget himself and pretend this was ‘Goku’ he was kissing.
Maybe he had forgotten himself, in the heat of the moment; mapping out every inch of the larger saiyan’s mouth, all but melding himself to him. Stalling the saiyan for as long as he could was his first priority, but with their tongues intertwined and his hands tangled in the other’s hair, he couldn’t help but feel he was lying to himself.
Everything was moving too fast, plans were severely messed up, and now he was screwed; the planet was screwed.
He wanted to blame it all on that damned genie and the little Namek, but considering the situation they were in, the killings had been temporarily halted; at least while Gohan stayed out of commission.
He wasn’t sure what the man had been trying to pull, Kakarott had proven over the last few days that he was quite capable of killing, showing no regard to kin. Provoking the saiyan like that had been a bad move.
Really he had been given no choice, as Gohan was thrown into the blast; he saw the flash of realization in his eyes. He would be forgiven though, Vegeta considered a blast to the chest a better fate than having a broken jaw and missing tongue.
There was no doubt that Kakarott would find a way out of here, he was just hoping that the people on the ‘other side’ were smart enough to begin their hunt for the Dragonballs.
It would make this a lot easier for him if he knew it was for a good cause, though in his mind, he was still contemplating how far he was willing to take this; he and Kakarott still had a fight to finish, after all.
He stopped Kakarott mid-kiss with a hard shove to the chest and smirked playfully at the man. The saiyan gave an answering smirk, and without saying a word, fell into a fighting stance.
It was moments like these that reminded Vegeta of the ‘Kakarott’ he knew and loved. Everything, down to the small smirk on the face was the same; the only give away was the eyes.
This wasn’t just a ‘spar’ though. In this fight, neither of them would hold anything back. It made him wish he had been able to do more training. All that mattered now was keeping the saiyan distracted and out of the way.
Both his pride and the Earth were depending on his input in the battle.
TBC
Beautiful Stalker
Chapter 16 - Truth and Lies by Hecate18
He knew what had happened; perhaps he’d even anticipated it.
In truth he wanted as little to do with this as possible: once he was hidden and out of harms way, the situation was in Mr. Popo’s hands, along with the blame he supposed.
What did Gohan really expect him to do? He didn’t have the power to summon the Dragonballs: he couldn’t even think how to word a wish that would make everything better.
If Mr. Popo had not acted, he would be dead by now. The Dragonballs gone and the fate of the world left to saiyans. Goku was just like Vegeta now, who was to say Gohan wouldn’t turn next?
Dende quickly scrambled to his feet using the walls for support, the silence surrounding the lookout alarmed him. He almost felt he would never hear again. This must be the sound of his betrayal.
He found himself running, his eyes clouding with tears, trying to hold on to the delusion that it was not he who did this, that Gohan would not hold him responsible. He imagined the Kai’s would be shaking their heads at him now, he had never been able to fill Kami’s shoes, he was just here to keep the Dragonballs active.
Everything looked undisturbed, the door that held the earth’s greatest powers looked plain, so simple and utterly unthreatening that he half expected that monster to come crashing through it. Mr. Popo sat cross-legged, meditating, looking, Dende thought, as docile as the door behind him.
“Mr. Popo,” he began, “We have to let Gohan out! He can be a great help to us!” He didn’t understand why it was necessary to make excuses as to why his ‘best friend’ should be released, it made him feel every bit the coward, traitor.
Without opening his eyes, the Genie gave a troubled sigh, “I cannot.”
“You must! Trapping him in there with… with those monsters is as good as killing him. If he dies, it’ll be on ‘your’ conscious!”
It was only now that Mr. Popo opened his eyes, a serene aura still surrounding him.
“Dende.”
He noted there was still the lack of formality when addressing him, in Mr. Popo’s eyes he was still just a child; he had not earned the title of ‘Lord’.
The genie continued, “It had to be done. With Goku in there alone, it would have only been a matter of time before he got out, just as Majin Buu escaped; separation from Prince Vegeta would only have fueled his thirst for blood.”
“But Gohan….”
“I feared for Prince Vegeta’s safety. Gohan’s presence may keep him out of harms way… for the time being.”
The Namek frowned deeply at the rather plain looking door, the reasoning seemed plausible, but to him it sounded far too temporary. Behind that door were the last of the saiyan race, each harboring more power than the Kai’s themselves; everything seemed so structured, yet there were already rips forming at the seams.
“We will need to collect the Dragonballs.”
~o0o~
He could hear his son’s heartbeat, a dull continuous thudding. It was not an erratic sound, but rather and quick steady beat, administrating the ceaseless flow of blood round the tense body. The demi saiyan’s breathing was a little haggard, not due to fatigue, he noted, but what seemed to be barely suppressed anger.
It almost made him smile to see that anger directed towards one of the ‘good guys’ for once, his son was learning the lessons of life now, betrayal being one of the most important. As long as he had saiyan blood flowing through his veins, there would always be betrayal.
His Prince on the other hand, was as unreadable as ever… or at least to the untrained eye. There was some amount of shock in those carefully concealed black orbs, the turn of events was obviously unexpected, though the dark eyes shone also with a fluency he could have only obtained from the life he’d lived.
Kakarott slowly faced the two with a disarming smile, “I guess this makes things a lot easier for me!”
He slowly raised his hand towards Gohan’s face, fully intending to incinerate him.
A firm grip on his shoulder put a halt to his plans, there was the option of brushing the hand aside and completing his task, but it was far more interesting to see Vegeta’s reasoning for stopping him this time. The Prince had a talent for stalling.
An easy smirk flittered across the handsome face, black eyes gleaming with cunning.
“Just what do you hope to accomplish by killing him Kakarott? It seems to me, we’re on the same side now.”
Kakarott lowered his arm, settling for patting his son’s cheek in a less than friendly manner, the action causing Gohan to release an uncharacteristic growl.
“I suppose you are right. But he needs to be punished; he’s been a naughty boy. And so have you Vegeta.”
“Then by all means Kakarott; punish me.”
Gohan scoffed before Kakarott could answer, “There’s no point in keeping up the act Vegeta, he’s lost and he knows it! Another failed attempt at eliminating the species, it must be frustrating for you.”
Kakarott silenced his son with a blow to the face. There was enough force to knock him back a few feet, he advanced towards Gohan and lifted him by his hair before the demi saiyan had a chance to recover.
With his free hand, he unclenched his son’s jaw forcefully with his fingers, limiting Gohan’s movements. He gripped the flaying tongue between thumb and forefinger, determined to rip the appendage out.
Again he was stopped by Vegeta: sensing a ki attack. Gohan took the opportunity to power up, but Kakarott anticipated this and twisted so the saiyan in his grip was caught in the blast. It was powerful enough to render the male comatose.
He turned and sighed at Vegeta in false exasperation, “Your stalling is beginning to bore me. Like you said before, we’re on the same side. You feel the bloodlust too: me and you are one of a kind! There’s no one left to pretend to Vegeta. How about we get out of here?”
He approached the smaller saiyan and lowered his head to kiss him hungrily, Vegeta returned the kiss with just as much vigor, pressing himself against him and tangling his fingers in the taller saiyan’s hair.
Inwardly Kakarott smirked; it seemed Vegeta was finally yielding to him.
~o0o~
He didn’t want to think about anything, he wanted to forget himself and pretend this was ‘Goku’ he was kissing.
Maybe he had forgotten himself, in the heat of the moment; mapping out every inch of the larger saiyan’s mouth, all but melding himself to him. Stalling the saiyan for as long as he could was his first priority, but with their tongues intertwined and his hands tangled in the other’s hair, he couldn’t help but feel he was lying to himself.
Everything was moving too fast, plans were severely messed up, and now he was screwed; the planet was screwed.
He wanted to blame it all on that damned genie and the little Namek, but considering the situation they were in, the killings had been temporarily halted; at least while Gohan stayed out of commission.
He wasn’t sure what the man had been trying to pull, Kakarott had proven over the last few days that he was quite capable of killing, showing no regard to kin. Provoking the saiyan like that had been a bad move.
Really he had been given no choice, as Gohan was thrown into the blast; he saw the flash of realization in his eyes. He would be forgiven though, Vegeta considered a blast to the chest a better fate than having a broken jaw and missing tongue.
There was no doubt that Kakarott would find a way out of here, he was just hoping that the people on the ‘other side’ were smart enough to begin their hunt for the Dragonballs.
It would make this a lot easier for him if he knew it was for a good cause, though in his mind, he was still contemplating how far he was willing to take this; he and Kakarott still had a fight to finish, after all.
He stopped Kakarott mid-kiss with a hard shove to the chest and smirked playfully at the man. The saiyan gave an answering smirk, and without saying a word, fell into a fighting stance.
It was moments like these that reminded Vegeta of the ‘Kakarott’ he knew and loved. Everything, down to the small smirk on the face was the same; the only give away was the eyes.
This wasn’t just a ‘spar’ though. In this fight, neither of them would hold anything back. It made him wish he had been able to do more training. All that mattered now was keeping the saiyan distracted and out of the way.
Both his pride and the Earth were depending on his input in the battle.
TBC