Get Psycho
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
21
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3,540
Reviews:
39
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Sunken Heart
Get Psycho
Chapter 17: Sunken heart
Goku’s eyes widen at the bloodied mess in front of him. A bare arm was shown to him, tanned skin cut into ribbons, words carved into the flesh, crimson flaked from the wounds that spelled his name out beautifully. His body trembled with utter fear as silence filled the room, his mind blank as was his facial expression.
Hidden eyes burned into his very soul as the fabric fell back down and covered the red. Words were finally spoken but the voice broke as they fell from his lips. “If I can’t have you, no one will.” The words met Goku’s ears and his world stopped. That voice...
He knew that voice...
It was raspy and low but he knew it all too well. His eyes widen more if it was at all possible and he gasped. He shook his head in denial. “No...” The figure stepped closer menacingly, love and hate radiating from his form. “It.. It can’t be you...” He felt tears at his eyes, they were suddenly at his cheeks, and sliding down his jaw. “Veh...” He couldn’t even say his name. Pain rose in his chest, his heart breaking loudly, trembling his being and sending ripples of agony through the air. His shoulders fell as confusion wracked his fragile mind, images swirling into one face, one name, one voice, one love....
Hands were suddenly at his throat, shoving him against the nearest wall, the pain going unnoticed because the one inside of himself was far greater. Ebony eyes stared into masked ones, but ones he had memorized so long ago. His air was cut off and his chest began to ache but he had no will to fight. To go on... everything.... was nothing now. Nothing but a lie. There was one question. Only one... “W...why...?” His answer was a dull silence as more pain shot through his neck.
Black edged into his vison, the corners fading to a gray and trying to come to the center as he let his eyes slide shut. The only sounds that now remained was 2 broken heartbeats... and low sobbing from his... killer?
A sudden sound jerked his would be killer around, Goku dropping from his grasp as the front door shot open and guns pointed at Cage’s chest. Goku gasped for breath as a medic rushed to his side.
The mask was ripped from a tear streaked face, dark lashes were lowered in a strange confusion as handcuffs were placed on his bloodied wrists. His rights were read to him as he seemed to blink back into reality, confusion set in as he looked around the room. The medic helped Goku stand to his feet, his legs barely supporting his body.
“Kak... Kakkarot?” The murderer said softly. The eyes of the one he loved didn’t look back, but he knew what he would have saw, hate and fear. Vegeta blinked and looked at the man holding him in place. “What... what the hell is going on?” He didn’t get the answer he wanted, he got a shove to the back and he began walking outside and to the squad car. He tried to put together the pieces but all he could remember was looking for Gohan... then nothing. There was nothing! A fucking blank spot in his mind where he knew something went horribly wrong.
What had he done? He didn’t know but whatever he did... it hurt his love and that was all that mattered. He sat in the back of the squad car in silence. His eyes staring at the back of the police officer’s hair. Did they think he was that fucking psycho Finch? They must... but it was far from the truth and he would set it straight.
~ ~ ~
Goku took a sip of hot chocolate, his mind was numb but the warmth from his drink seemed to soothe his soul. He had already been brought to the station and asked numerous questions. None he had wanted to answer. Everything pointed to Vegeta... but he couldn’t have been Finch... not HIS Vegeta...
He sat on the couch in the livingroom of his now clean house. The floors clear of blood and the scent of pine heavy in the air. He set down the glass cup on the table next to him as he sighed sadly. The next thing he had to do was find the dragonballs. He’d have to get Piccolo and Tien to help him. Maybe Videl would help too. He needed to wait until the next day... His eyes burned from lack of sleep... more so the lack of quality of the sleep. He stood up and was surprised as someone knocked on the front door.
~ ~ ~
Agent Tyler shifted in the metal seat he sat in, wondering if what Vegeta had said was true. He claimed to not be Finch but he did not know if he had killed anyone or not. The Agent had seen very different characteristics in some of the homicides. They seemed to have nothing in common but a name written on the wall. The writing wasn’t even the same. Maybe there was 2 murderers... he knew that one of them had to be Vegeta. The man didn’t seem in his right mind... who could blame him?
He frowned, wishing he hadn’t let Mr. Son go back home. The man was obviously greatly disturbed by the past incidents. He might be able to make more sense in the morning. He had been basically incoherent the whole time he was at the station. Sleeping would do a great deal for him.
There was still something that was bothering the Agent.... nothing made sense. Nothing! Mr. Son said something about Vegeta being upstairs a few minutes earlier.. Then suddenly was at the front door. To get to where he had been standing he would have had to walk past him...
Agent Tyler tapped his finger on the metal desk as he glanced across at Vegeta, who seemed deep in thought also.
The Agent cleared his throat and Vegeta looked at him and began speaking. “I’d like you to bring Kakkarot to the station, keep him here... it’s not safe out there... That is all I want you to do... I’m not that fucking psycho Finch! He’s still out there and I’m stuck in here answering fucking pointless questions! Kakkarot is in danger and if you do nothing about it you’re -“
“Mr. Briefs, please calm down. If you really feel that way I’ll have someone go get him and bring him into protective custody.” Vegeta sighed heavily and nodded a silent thank you.
~ ~ ~
Goku stood up and opened the door to see Detective Anton Rellikeht standing there, a look of concern on his face. Before the Sayian could speak the blonde did. “Mr. Son... I need you to gather some belongings.”
“Wh-why?” Goku asked as he moved away from the door, the detective walked in and Goku shut the door behind him.
“Mr. Briefs believes you’re in danger...” Pain flickered across Goku’s eyes as he heard his love’s name.
“Alright... I’ll get some clothes... how long will I be there?”
Anton shrugged. “I don’t know... a week at the most” Goku stared at him for a moment then nodded. He turned away and moved quickly to his room, shoved some clothes into a bag and headed back to the living room.
He felt something was wrong. He could feel it in his stomach, not quite the butterflies but a fear that was trying to tell him to run as he stopped in the center of the hallway. He stared forward at Anton, who now lazily turned to face him, his eyes darker than before, his head tilted up slightly... Goku’s mouth opened in a silent gasp.
“Mr. Son? Is there.... a problem?” His eyebrow arched in amusement as Goku dropped his bag.
“You... You’re...” Goku backed away, his body almost paralyzed but he somehow found the will to move.
A smirk inched across Anton’s lips as he looked down upon his fingernails, not caring that Goku was moving away. Goku turned his eyes away from the blonde then back again, but no one stood there. “Oh shit...” Goku said lowly. He felt no other presence in the house.
“Goku...” A voice hissed behind him, causing him to whirl around and face nothing but empty space. It continued to hiss his name lowly, it seemed to come from his mind as he raced to the front door. Once he got out he would be able to fly and get the hell away from that psycho.
His fingers touched the cool door knob and something wet was brought in front of his face, covering his mouth and nose, he inhaled an unknown scent and his vison blurred. He stumbled back into welcoming arms that he didn’t want. His hand still reached forward, the door knob out of his reach. His legs gave away and his arms fell limply to his side, his eyes shut and darkness was all he knew.
To be continued....
Agent 182: wow... short chapter but a lot of important stuff happened. I’m so sorry for the delay in the chapter. I don’t even know where to begin... so I won’t. I hope the chapter wasn’t crappy and if it was I’m sorry about that too... I’d like to thank everyone who has reviewed and to everyone who has supported me through this rough time. As always, reviews are nice to receive....
Chapter 17: Sunken heart
Goku’s eyes widen at the bloodied mess in front of him. A bare arm was shown to him, tanned skin cut into ribbons, words carved into the flesh, crimson flaked from the wounds that spelled his name out beautifully. His body trembled with utter fear as silence filled the room, his mind blank as was his facial expression.
Hidden eyes burned into his very soul as the fabric fell back down and covered the red. Words were finally spoken but the voice broke as they fell from his lips. “If I can’t have you, no one will.” The words met Goku’s ears and his world stopped. That voice...
He knew that voice...
It was raspy and low but he knew it all too well. His eyes widen more if it was at all possible and he gasped. He shook his head in denial. “No...” The figure stepped closer menacingly, love and hate radiating from his form. “It.. It can’t be you...” He felt tears at his eyes, they were suddenly at his cheeks, and sliding down his jaw. “Veh...” He couldn’t even say his name. Pain rose in his chest, his heart breaking loudly, trembling his being and sending ripples of agony through the air. His shoulders fell as confusion wracked his fragile mind, images swirling into one face, one name, one voice, one love....
Hands were suddenly at his throat, shoving him against the nearest wall, the pain going unnoticed because the one inside of himself was far greater. Ebony eyes stared into masked ones, but ones he had memorized so long ago. His air was cut off and his chest began to ache but he had no will to fight. To go on... everything.... was nothing now. Nothing but a lie. There was one question. Only one... “W...why...?” His answer was a dull silence as more pain shot through his neck.
Black edged into his vison, the corners fading to a gray and trying to come to the center as he let his eyes slide shut. The only sounds that now remained was 2 broken heartbeats... and low sobbing from his... killer?
A sudden sound jerked his would be killer around, Goku dropping from his grasp as the front door shot open and guns pointed at Cage’s chest. Goku gasped for breath as a medic rushed to his side.
The mask was ripped from a tear streaked face, dark lashes were lowered in a strange confusion as handcuffs were placed on his bloodied wrists. His rights were read to him as he seemed to blink back into reality, confusion set in as he looked around the room. The medic helped Goku stand to his feet, his legs barely supporting his body.
“Kak... Kakkarot?” The murderer said softly. The eyes of the one he loved didn’t look back, but he knew what he would have saw, hate and fear. Vegeta blinked and looked at the man holding him in place. “What... what the hell is going on?” He didn’t get the answer he wanted, he got a shove to the back and he began walking outside and to the squad car. He tried to put together the pieces but all he could remember was looking for Gohan... then nothing. There was nothing! A fucking blank spot in his mind where he knew something went horribly wrong.
What had he done? He didn’t know but whatever he did... it hurt his love and that was all that mattered. He sat in the back of the squad car in silence. His eyes staring at the back of the police officer’s hair. Did they think he was that fucking psycho Finch? They must... but it was far from the truth and he would set it straight.
~ ~ ~
Goku took a sip of hot chocolate, his mind was numb but the warmth from his drink seemed to soothe his soul. He had already been brought to the station and asked numerous questions. None he had wanted to answer. Everything pointed to Vegeta... but he couldn’t have been Finch... not HIS Vegeta...
He sat on the couch in the livingroom of his now clean house. The floors clear of blood and the scent of pine heavy in the air. He set down the glass cup on the table next to him as he sighed sadly. The next thing he had to do was find the dragonballs. He’d have to get Piccolo and Tien to help him. Maybe Videl would help too. He needed to wait until the next day... His eyes burned from lack of sleep... more so the lack of quality of the sleep. He stood up and was surprised as someone knocked on the front door.
~ ~ ~
Agent Tyler shifted in the metal seat he sat in, wondering if what Vegeta had said was true. He claimed to not be Finch but he did not know if he had killed anyone or not. The Agent had seen very different characteristics in some of the homicides. They seemed to have nothing in common but a name written on the wall. The writing wasn’t even the same. Maybe there was 2 murderers... he knew that one of them had to be Vegeta. The man didn’t seem in his right mind... who could blame him?
He frowned, wishing he hadn’t let Mr. Son go back home. The man was obviously greatly disturbed by the past incidents. He might be able to make more sense in the morning. He had been basically incoherent the whole time he was at the station. Sleeping would do a great deal for him.
There was still something that was bothering the Agent.... nothing made sense. Nothing! Mr. Son said something about Vegeta being upstairs a few minutes earlier.. Then suddenly was at the front door. To get to where he had been standing he would have had to walk past him...
Agent Tyler tapped his finger on the metal desk as he glanced across at Vegeta, who seemed deep in thought also.
The Agent cleared his throat and Vegeta looked at him and began speaking. “I’d like you to bring Kakkarot to the station, keep him here... it’s not safe out there... That is all I want you to do... I’m not that fucking psycho Finch! He’s still out there and I’m stuck in here answering fucking pointless questions! Kakkarot is in danger and if you do nothing about it you’re -“
“Mr. Briefs, please calm down. If you really feel that way I’ll have someone go get him and bring him into protective custody.” Vegeta sighed heavily and nodded a silent thank you.
~ ~ ~
Goku stood up and opened the door to see Detective Anton Rellikeht standing there, a look of concern on his face. Before the Sayian could speak the blonde did. “Mr. Son... I need you to gather some belongings.”
“Wh-why?” Goku asked as he moved away from the door, the detective walked in and Goku shut the door behind him.
“Mr. Briefs believes you’re in danger...” Pain flickered across Goku’s eyes as he heard his love’s name.
“Alright... I’ll get some clothes... how long will I be there?”
Anton shrugged. “I don’t know... a week at the most” Goku stared at him for a moment then nodded. He turned away and moved quickly to his room, shoved some clothes into a bag and headed back to the living room.
He felt something was wrong. He could feel it in his stomach, not quite the butterflies but a fear that was trying to tell him to run as he stopped in the center of the hallway. He stared forward at Anton, who now lazily turned to face him, his eyes darker than before, his head tilted up slightly... Goku’s mouth opened in a silent gasp.
“Mr. Son? Is there.... a problem?” His eyebrow arched in amusement as Goku dropped his bag.
“You... You’re...” Goku backed away, his body almost paralyzed but he somehow found the will to move.
A smirk inched across Anton’s lips as he looked down upon his fingernails, not caring that Goku was moving away. Goku turned his eyes away from the blonde then back again, but no one stood there. “Oh shit...” Goku said lowly. He felt no other presence in the house.
“Goku...” A voice hissed behind him, causing him to whirl around and face nothing but empty space. It continued to hiss his name lowly, it seemed to come from his mind as he raced to the front door. Once he got out he would be able to fly and get the hell away from that psycho.
His fingers touched the cool door knob and something wet was brought in front of his face, covering his mouth and nose, he inhaled an unknown scent and his vison blurred. He stumbled back into welcoming arms that he didn’t want. His hand still reached forward, the door knob out of his reach. His legs gave away and his arms fell limply to his side, his eyes shut and darkness was all he knew.
To be continued....
Agent 182: wow... short chapter but a lot of important stuff happened. I’m so sorry for the delay in the chapter. I don’t even know where to begin... so I won’t. I hope the chapter wasn’t crappy and if it was I’m sorry about that too... I’d like to thank everyone who has reviewed and to everyone who has supported me through this rough time. As always, reviews are nice to receive....