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: 16
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 16
“Wondered when you’d get here.”
His back is to me, one hand idly tracing the water he sits before. It’s a picturesque place he has chosen to let me see him at. And he has chosen. I would not have found him otherwise.
I have landed behind him and stand there, saying nothing as he practically ignores me. I’m not rising to the bait this time. This time—
He starts and stares down at the folder as it lands heavily beside him. He looks at me for a moment, my face impassive, then looks back at the folder. Silently, he picks it up and looks inside. Just as silently, he closes it and sets it back down beside him.
“So…you guessed?”
“I know.” My voice is cold even to myself and I watch his shoulders tense.
“And how much do you know, Vegeta?”
“I know how low you have sunk. I know that saying.”
He tilts his head just enough to view me from the corner of his eye. “And what saying is that?”
“Stare into the abyss long enough and it stares back.”
“You think I’ve stared too long?”
I gesture toward the folder. “Evidence is in black and white.”
He too gestures toward the folder, a flippant move. “That’s nothing but words. Coincidence.”
“Your tongue was loose too.”
He stands then, and he knows he has the advantage of height. The thing is…he’s never used it before. “I’ve said nothing.”
My eyes flicker over his facial features. They are unlike the Kakarott I know. There is no easy warmth, no sparkle in the eyes, no light smile on the face. His lips are thin; every muscle in his face is tense, as if he must hide his emotions. “If you hadn’t said it twice, I might just believe you.”
He flinches then, a reaction he can’t stop obviously, and he turns from me. Then he hasn’t changed that much. He still has a loose rein on his emotions. “Who?”
“Seventeen. You know the second.”
“Yamcha.”
I nod, adding to the gesture with words. “You told him everything, Kakarott. Mixed with what Seventeen said, and the evidence in that folder—”
Silence falls. He is tense, still. And then a shudder racks his frame. Once, twice, he finally seats himself by the water, trailing his hand idly in it.
‘Watch him, my Prince. He is the last of us. Bring him back from wherever he has ventured.’
I could kill Bardock right now.
Sighing, I seat myself next to him. Oh, don’t mistake me. I’m boiling with the need to kill him, to sink my fists in his flesh. ‘How would he have known? He had no idea the ramifications of his wish.’ No, he was ignorant.
“Kakarott….”
He glances at me again, then turns away. Some of the tension drains from his body. “I thought you’d want to kill me.”
I chuckle. “I do. But the Namek insists I talk. He’s been a bad influence on me.”
He chuckles too. “Yeah, Yamcha said something about you and him….”
He trails off, which is obviously a place for me to confirm or deny. I do neither. “What did you hope to accomplish by making that wish?”
He turns to me then, twisting his body so he faces me. “Have you ever been alone, Vegeta?”
I raise a brow and feel a grimace plaster itself on my face. That’s hardly any of his business. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He actually huffs at me. “You’re impossible to talk to, Vegeta! Have you ever been alone? Yes or no?”
I grit my teeth and ground out the word. “Yes.”
Kakarott nods and looks off across the water. “I’ve never been alone until ChiChi died. Then suddenly I was—
“I always had someone to come home to. Someone I knew was waiting for me. And then she was gone.”
He looks me in the eyes, and I am looking back, listening, waiting for what I know will come.
“She was there for me.” He looks down between his feet. “She was there and we talked….and we realized we liked each other. A lot.”
I can’t help but make a noise, shift irritably. His eyes dart back to mine. “How do you think I felt to know that she said she would tell you and you ended up…. That you and her still had something?”
I am surprised. I suppose I never thought of that. She was supposed to tell me after dinner, but we had sex. ‘She never got over you leaving like that. She never got over what you did and said because of her and the fact that she couldn’t control herself when it came to you.’ I grunt, a sign for him to continue. He does so.
“When she was dying…I was so afraid. I know it’s stupid to you, a weakness, but I didn’t want to be alone.”
“You had your friends, your children and grandchildren.”
He actually looks at me incredulously. “Vegeta, you know what I mean by loneliness, right? I didn’t want to sleep alone. I didn’t want to come home to an empty house. I didn’t want to be without someone—just for me, for the rest of my life. And we have long lives, Vegeta.”
I slowly nod. “So you wished her back.”
His eyes pierce mine, suddenly intense and burning. “And I bonded her to me. I didn’t know what it meant then, but I know now. I can feel her, Vegeta. Anytime, anywhere. She’s—there. I’m not alone. I’ll never be alone.”
I can feel the grimace pulling at me face again, stronger this time. I have to swallow a snarl. “She’s not willing.”
He looks at me, blinks, and grins. “She is now.”
I’m quiet and still, struck by the nonchalant comment. What—?
He must’ve been ready for my lunge. He must have, or he never would have been able to dodge it. He laughs at me as he darts up and out of the way. “No one will believe you. You forget who you are. You forget who I am.”
I smirk back, though the expression hardly reaches my eyes. “You forget who I was. No one has to believe me.”
“Did they tell you she was with child, Vegeta?”
His words halt my forward movement, they hold me still with gaping face, they make a block of ice sit in my chest. “Wha-what?”
He approaches me then, liquid smooth his movements and face as impassive as mine ever was…as it isn’t now. “Poor Vegeta, they didn’t tell you, did they? They knew how you’d react. You trusted them—again. And again they’ve—”
“What the hell are you talking about?” My shout drowns out his words. Whatever he means, he’s lying. He’s just trying to dig out of a hole.
He stands inches from me, blinking at my yell, and merely smiles. “I’m talking about the child she had. Your child she had. The child she had after you left.”
I have the sudden urge to lean back, to stumble backwards away from him and his meaningless words. They can’t hold meaning. Not for me. “Gorika’s yours.”
He snorts in my face, blast of hot air hitting my face. “Don’t be an idiot. I’m the idiot, remember? It’s simple, Vegeta. You and she had sex, you left, she found out she was pregnant.”
He seems satisfied with the way his words had rendered me. I’m still, silent, merely staring at him and soaking in his words. “She told Trunks not to contact you. She birthed her. A girl, Vegeta. It was a girl. She named her Bra.”
I can feel myself growing limp as I stand there, falling. Hands catch me, grip me by my shoulders and hold me upright. They are his…. But still, his words keep coming.
“She grew beautifully, so much like you in personality, though she didn’t know you. She grew to be four, Vegeta. And then she was taken away.”
“T-taken?” My throat has closed up. I know there’s no happy ending to this story. There never is. I’m cursed…and I’m taking everyone down with me.
“Taken. She died. No one knows how…. She just— It was horrible. Painful.” He actually chokes up at those words. His hands tighten painfully on my shoulders, but I hardly feel them. I feel smothered. I can’t breathe.
‘He cursed my children to a painful death.’
“What?”
I’ve said the words aloud, and I meet his eyes, actually looking at him. “He cursed my children to a painful death. Children. More than one.”
One of his hands leaves my shoulder, briefly caresses my cheek. And I blink as I watch his face come closer, feel his lips lightly brush mine with warmth.
My fist connects with the side of his face with a sickening crack. I glare down at him Super Saiyan and pissed where he has landed, half in the stream and half out, sprawled and looking at me in shock. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I wait him out, determined to beat him once he’s standing, but he merely lays there, looking up at me. “I thought—”
“What? What did you think, you piece of shit? That I’d—what? Fall for that pathetic story? Be pulled in like everyone else? Well, guess what? They aren’t pulled in, Kakarott. They all know!”
I snatch up the folder from the ground, shaking off the water droplets from his landing. “And they’ll know all of this too. Then I’ll have their blessing to kill you. Then I’ll have their help. Then you can fucking rot in hell, alone, for the rest of your existence!”
He stands slowly, stares at me, and wipes his mouth off slowly and deliberately. “You’re not going to kill me yourself?”
I’m silent and he suddenly laughs. “You’re afraid to do it! You’re afraid I’m telling the truth. You need to find out, don’t you? You say I’m pathetic? I’m not being ruled by my emotions anymore, Vegeta. I thought you’d like it that I’m so Saiyan, that I’m so bloodthirsty. Just like you.”
I shake my head, a sudden revelation lighting up my mind. “You’re insane.”
He nods, suddenly serious. “Yes, I am. I’ve found out that I can never have anything. I feared it when Buu destroyed Earth—when everyone was killed and there was no hope of them ever being brought back. That fear hit me again with ChiChi’s death…and then when Bulma died….” He chuckles. “Even your daughter helped with that, Vegeta.
“The fear festered inside me. I could feel it. But I’m the idiot. I’m the strong one, the happy one, that one that doesn’t really feel.
“I felt on the Kai’s planet. Truly felt. And it was fear!
“What did it feel like, Vegeta? When Nappa and Radditz and all your people were dead? When you were defeated and going back alone?”
I am silent for a moment before I answer him, truthfully answer him. “Terrifying.”
He nods, as if he knows this, as if he knows his affliction. “And what did you do?”
I shake my head, not wanting to answer. “We’re nothing alike!”
“You tried to get the dragonballs and make a wish. But when you gained immortality, you wouldn’t have solved anything, would you? You’d still be alone.
“But I was smarted than that. I didn’t want to be alone.
“But—even with you gone, Vegeta, even when I wasn’t alone anymore, she still wanted you. She still regretted everything. And she’d tell me, how much she cared for you, how much she missed you. She worried so much for you. Every day. I thought—maybe if I became more like you, she’d stop staring off into space, she’d stop having nightmares, she’d stop running her fingers over that wall every morning.
“I wished her back, I bound her to me, so I could be with her forever. So, I’d never be alone.” He takes a step toward me. “Do you know what it’s like to feel someone, Vegeta? To have them in the back of your head and know they can never leave you? I didn’t know about it. But I do now. Have you ever mated with anyone?”
I shake my head hurriedly, feeling my feet scuffle backward. He won’t get this from me, not this.
His head tilts to one side. “Nappa maybe? Radditz—?” His eyes light up at the signal that crosses my eyes. Eyes he knows too well. Has he always—? I shudder. “Yes, you have mated with someone, haven’t you? Is that why you never mated with Bulma? You knew what it felt like to lose them…to be alone?” He smiles, a smile of understanding and knowledge.
My own face suddenly hardens, my steps backwards halt. The bastard! Who does he think he is? Who does he think he is dealing with? He doesn’t know who he is fucking dealing with.
Kakarott’s finger suddenly comes up between us, wagging back and forth. The light in his eyes is bright and anticipatory. “Ah, ah, ah Vegeta! You have someone you should meet first. Someone who hasn’t seen you in a long time. Why don’t you turn around and greet them?”
There is no one behind me. Surely I’d feel them. And I do know who, or rather what, is behind me. I don’t want to look. I know. But, slowly, I turn around….
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