Much Like Suffocating

“You
are more than safe from my hunger,” she assured him. pan>pan>Then she to curled into a peaceful sleep. As easily as if Bulma had not attempted
suicide to keep from being kidnapped and was kidnapped anyway. As easily as if they weren’t going back to
Freiza’s happy little house—the very place they had just rescued Vegeta from.
The very place that made Goku physically ill.
The very same place that nobody who was decent or good would ever have
been caught in. These things didn’t
bother them.

No,
of course not. Because things like
Trunks, Chichi and Goten lived a life without morals. They didn’t worry about it, because it was their nature to
destroy, to slide in when the ‘good guys’ couldn’t and kill. They were the ‘untouchables’ those that did
all the truly evil things that no one else could do. And at the same time Krillin hated them for their immoral lives,
he understood how necessary they were.

Then
there was Goku himself to worry about, because before he was armed with the
knowledge that he was saving the Prince to save the Saiyan empire, with the
knowledge that his father knew where he was and would save him if anything
happened. And this time, this time when
they went back, there was no safety net.
There was only the need to rescue Bulma before she could be destroyed. And this new knowledge that his father had
known what would happen all those years and had allowed it to
happen. Had worked with
Freiza. If Goku had chucked up his guts
last time and tossed in the middle of the night with nightmares so intense they
made Krillin wake up and cry, what would happen this time? When there was no disguise, there was no
safety. Everything could fail right
there, tomorrow.

They
could lose everything tomorrow.

And
at the same time, he knew they had to save Bulma.

Risk
the Prince to save her. Because Vegeta
was absolutely set on going. To save
her—to have the feeling that he had done something right, that he had overcome
Freiza in some way. That feeling ws so
strong inside of him that it took over all others. He stopped thinking of his own pain, of his own debauched past,
and thought of Bulma. Thought of how he
would save her from that future that Freiza had planned for her. Not because he knew her or cared for her,
but because, fundamentally, nobody should live that life. Nobody should have to wake up one morning
and have it ripped away and freedom restored.
Nobody deserved it.

And
Krillin looked away from them; back at the little ball of Saiyan in the corner
that so blithely informed them that he had murdered his whole family. That he was the product of one of the most
unholy crimes known to the Juro. A
crime for which the Gods were known to revenge with lightening and fire. No children were granted to those that
raped. And yet, here was this
abomination, a smirking, flippant fool with powers the likes of which he had
never seen. He knew that part of his
intense dislike was due to jealousy and he knew that he would soon be on his
knees asking for forgiveness that he was jealous of such an unpious, disgusting
thing that murdered without thought or care.

And
yet, at the same time, he looked at those lash scars on him. And he remembered that there were others
that bore such scars. On his planet,
those that stood in the Temples and asked their Gods for forgiveness that took
the pain of that forgiveness in the form of lashes. Whose flesh was marked with the crimes of their past. And Krillin had to wonder if the Gods of
Juro had exed ted their mighty hands away from their own planet and struck at
this creature that shared half their blood.

(Don’t
take this the wrong way, little guy, but sometimes you don’t get a fucking
choice what you are. Sometimes fate
kicks you in the balls and tells you to fucking deal with it. So if you’re going to stand there and pity
anyone, pity your self. I never asked
you to like me.)

He
felt the annoyed mental ‘voice’ of Goten and stared at the peaceful form as it
slept on. But really, he shouldn’t have
been surprised that this creature could control his mind while his body
slept. With so much power it would be
more surprising to find that his mind slept.
So Krillin gave the creature a little mental bow of apology and went to
lay down on the other side of the cave.
Didn’t want to think about what the morning would bring.

Watched
Goku and Vegeta go to the upstairs room, and wondered if they would sleep. Wondered if Goten would step in and make
them sleep. Looked one more time at the
sleeping boy—he was small for a Saiyan and probably would be a ‘boy’ until the
day he died. When he looked at him, he
felt sorrow for his poor ashamed mother.
How she must have suffered in her exile and her shame when she birthed
him.

(You
just don’t quit, do you? Look, my
mother died giving birth to me, and her last thought before she passed was
‘Please Gods, kill this child.’ So if
you think you can just SHUT THE FUCK UP with that Juro ‘Oh Gods forgive me I’m
so dirty’ bullshit and let me sleep I would be very, very happy. Thanks.)

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Goten: *sob
* Emotional trauma!

Trunks: *pat
pat * Its okay, dear.

Goten:
No! No, it’s not! *grabs Trunks and has his wicked way with
him *

Chichi:
*pout *

Krillin: I
feel so dirty watching them.

Gk: FIRST, I
would like to KNOW WHY I am the only character who’s name is ALWAYS
abbreviated?! I have the SHORTEST
name! And second, Krillin, you don’t
look like you feel dirty. *points to
small Prince’s nether parts *

Vegeta: What
did I tell you about looking at other people’s private parts?

Gk: *pout
* But I thought that only applied in
MoP!

Vegeta: *glare *

Angry Monkey:

*steps
away slowly and when she believes she is far away enough, takes off flying at
high speed. *

Alas,
I do not know the state of people’s organs.
That’s a lie. There is the
mention of one person’s internal organs parting with their body. Won’t say who or when, but it does
happen. No bag-pipe playing though.

Jaygoose:

OH
COME ON! Someone must have been like
‘They took Bulma?’ then ‘She’s still alive!~’

Anyway;
Goten is pretty kick-ass. So is
Trunks. Think of the ass-kicking they
could deliver. *sighs * And you best get to providing me with a new
chapter soon. (Feel bad that I missed
the new one you put up, but mostly I just go straight to my own profile so I
don’t get sidetracked with reading stories.
I need to get warnings about new updates… *sigh *)

Oh,
and Gohan (this won’t be mentioned for a
while and it’s not important so I can tell you) is a half-half
breed. Radditz: father. Half-Saiyan, half-icejin; mother. So he’s a ¼ icejin.

Ginia:

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Macha:

As
if I couldn’t get lemons out of Goten.
*looks at Goten * suddenly there
are lemons everywhere!~ But no,
seriously, he’ll explain himself soon enough.

Mechanical Butterfly:

If
you think the ‘exploding’ trick was awful, wait to see what Goten does next… *says this like a cheesy commercial *

I
think ‘everyone’ is a better summation of who he has killed. (Except our group of wayward heroes.) But its not always Goten’s fault. *pats him *
And I think you’re right, Trunks does look cooler. And if I had to chose one I’d… *trails off into thinking *

It
has to be hard to live in a world with Spiders that can see your aura and Juro
that can read your mind. Very
difficult.

Ah,
Krillin might have a tough time, but he will prove useful before the end. (And then he has an even harder time, so
poor guy. *pats him *)

Hudine:

Advertise
away, dear. I don’t mind. I’ll even put the link in the actual story
here if you want. As long as you
promise NOT to kill my Spiders. They
aren’t really spider, spiders. They’re
just spider-people. ;) So don’t feed them to your fish. ;)