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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: 17

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 17

I hear a loud curse behind me, but all I can feel is the sudden weight of something heavy, warm, and furry suddenly bearing down on me, covering my eyes and sending me sprawling to the ground.

My hands are clenched in the fur, my eyes wide and staring into the blackness that it produces as it covers my face completely. I�ve prepared myself for seeing it, seeing her, so I lay there silently and still for a few moments.

�Vegeta!�

I groan into the fur and feel the body shift above my own, Grull rising quickly and turning toward the source of the sound. The source of the sound lands just a few feet from me, boots treading swiftly over the ground. �Vegeta?�

I turn my head, knowing she isn�t there now, and wondering at that. �What?�

He blinks then, stopping to merely stand beside me and look down, as I�m still lying where I landed, not inclined to move. �Are you alright?�

I frown up at him. �Do I look alright?� I shake my head to forestall his answer. �You knew and you never told me.�

He cocks his head to one side. �Knew what?�

�About the child. She had a child, and it was mine. It died.�

His face is over me then as he kneels there, his eyes peering into mine. I suppose he heard the lack of intonation for his hand is suddenly fluttering over my cheek. As if not sure if his touch will be welcomed. He looks worried. �I didn�t know. I haven�t talked to anyone for quite awhile, remember? How do you know?�

�He told me.�

�And you believed him?�

I pause at that, the words I�d told the other wanting to spew from my lips. Piccolo can take the truth. I can give him the truth. �Why would he lie to me? What reason could he have for lying about that?�

�To hurt you, Vegeta.� His hand has found a place on my face, gently rubbing it.

I pause, wondering at that. It could be true. But�he wouldn�t know, would he? �He�s gone?�

�Yes.�

The answer is simple, but his hand hasn�t stopped caressing my face. It feels good. �He kissed me.�

The hand stills, and I hate that I�ve made it do that. �Oh?�

The word seems innocent enough, but I can see the uncertainty in his eyes. Idiot. My head rises just enough to take his lips in mine, answering all the unvoiced questions. He takes the ropes from there, pressing me back down into the ground. The hand on my face moves to my hair to grapple it. The other hand moves down to my waist.

When he finally lets me go, we�re both short of breath. �You scared me.�

I cock a brow at him. Scared? �What?�

He leans back, not quite looking at me. �You left. I thought....whatever was in that folder had to be bad. And when Grull told me��

�Told you what?� Maybe I�m conceited for wanting for hear this....

�He told me you were in trouble. He teleported into the bedroom as I was...awakening, waited till I was going out the window, and then teleported back out. You didn�t see�?�

�Her? No.� I can�t blame him for not knowing what to call her now. It�s strange thinking of it as her. �He wanted me to. He�he�s worse than we thought. Worse than Bardock feared.�

He nods, slowly rising from on top of me with his face averted. I pull him back down, hands grasping his arms and lips seeking his once again. I�m keeping him near me.

I know I seem desperate. I know, and for once I don�t give a damn.

He abruptly breaks the contact, eyes blinking at me slowly.

I can give him the truth. �I was ready to see her....�

He begins to rise again, eyes downcast. My hands tighten where they are, halting him as I speak hurriedly. �But I�m glad you came.�

He pauses, still not making eye contact. I feel as if I�m holding my breath with that concession. Kakarott was right about one thing....

His eyes turn gradually, finally meeting mine with deliberation. He slowly inches his head down until our noses touch. �You scared me.�

I nod, holding back a squirm at his closeness. �We need to talk...after we have a group discussion about all this, before we do whatever we�ll be deciding to do about it.�

He returns my nod. This time he rises with my hands still on his arms, bringing me up with him. �Let�s go then.�

I pick up the folder, turning to Grull and merely looking at him. He stares back at me for a few seconds, sneezes, and begins to lick one of his front paws. Sneering, I turn back to Piccolo and impatiently gesture for him to lead.

We waltz into the front door as if no one should question how we got from my room to outside. No one does. They note our presence with upturned heads from the living room where they all sit, waiting. Trunks is the one to stand up and move toward us, cocking a brow but not asking the obvious question.

Perhaps he sees something in my eyes, for it is me he turns his attention to. �You okay?�

I shake my head silently, move around him, and stop to stare at the gathered individuals. �Which one of you knew she had my child? My second child? That died?�

All conversation stops, and every eye is suddenly on me. They all have various expressions, ranging from confusion to dawning horror.

Trunks is, once again, first to react. He takes a step toward me. �What?�

I turn fully to him, knowing he has to know something�had to have known something. �You heard me. What do you know about the child? Why wasn�t I told?�

Trunks�s eyes dart behind me, but I do not follow them. I know they�ve met Piccolo�s, and I don�t care what he found there. �Um, perhaps we should talk about this somewhere��

I don�t give him a chance to let out another word. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, I drag him further into the house, into the hallway and past my room. I hear the sound of movement and voices, but they die down quickly. Piccolo is taking care of it then.

Trunks soon has his feet under him. Feeling no resistance, I release him to follow me. I hear his steps falter as we near our destination, but I do not stop, throwing open the door at the end of the hallway and gesturing for him to enter.

He does so and I quickly close the door behind him. I flick on the light switch beside me and stare at him silently. After a moment of him obviously waiting for me to start the conversation, I huff and move past him.

The boxes have been filled back up, probably as neatly as they had been before. I move to one of them, ignoring the protesting motion Trunks makes behind me. No, I�ve looked in this one. In fact, scanning the room, I�ve looked through all of them.

I turn back to Trunks, not caring that he quells at my look. �What the hell is going on?�

Trunks seems to struggle for words for a few moments. Then he straightens and addresses me. �I should ask you that. You barge in, through the front door I might add, and then question all of us about a child. Gorika is the only other child she had. You know that. Where did all this come from? What happened?�

I fold my arms across my chest and look anywhere but at him. �I went to confront him. He told me things. Told me that she�d had a daughter. It...fits with certain other information��

�What information?�

My head snaps up at his bold interruption, but my narrowed eyes and thinned lips soon relax. �I told the Namek....� His stare does not let up. �I was told by a...source that I was cursed. My children would die. Painfully. I didn�t realize until he told me I had another child that the source had said children. Plural.�

I can see his eyebrows rising slowly throughout my vague explanation. By the end, he is shaking his head. �You don�t have another child. She didn�t�it wasn�t Gorika. I swear. You know I wouldn�t lie��

�I know.�

He stops and stares at me for a moment. �Is there any way he could have known�?�

�No.�

He sighs, moving toward me. �Dad...he might have been lying....�

I shake my head, arms still folded over themselves. �Why? I would�ve known it wasn�t true. I would�ve known it was a ploy. I�ve played those games. I know the rules.�

He sits down on top of one of my plastic boxes. It gives a squeak of protest but holds. �Could the�source have been wrong?�

I shake my head again. �Not with these new developments. Not with....� I trail off, watching his throat bob as he swallows. There�s more white in his hair. He looks so tired.... �We need to discuss what I�ve found. We�ll forget this for now. It�s a moot point.�

He stands, opening his mouth with a spark in his eyes that is wholly hers. I cut him off with a hand slashing through the air, visage thunderous. �This discussion is over.�

Nodding with furrowed brows, he leads the way toward the door, opening it only to recoil in surprise. Peering around his shoulder, I roll my eyes. �What do you want?�

Vulgur�s ears twitch. �I heard you were in here, my Lord. I just wanted to ask if you needed anything. Food, drink�massage?�

As Trunks turns to me with a raised brow, I chuck a small ki ball past him. I watch as Vulgur�s eyes widen, his hooves skidding on the tile flooring as he tries to turn and run. The small blast hits him on the rear just as he�s veering from the hallway. But after his yelp, his own chuckles can clearly be heard.

I growl at Trunks and shove past him. �Stupid game. Inside joke.�

I can hear Trunks echoing Vulgur�s chuckle and vow to have a talk with the old goat. It simply wasn�t proper to mock me in front of my son.

Stepping back into the living room sobers me immediately. Everyone stares as I enter. My dark eyes immediately search him out and a little bit of the tension leaves when I see Piccolo leaning against the wall, one eyebrow raised in my direction. I nod silently and he nods back, inclining his head toward the empty chair. It was occupied when I first got here.

Not bothering to question who gave the seat up for me, I move toward it and sink down, letting out a sigh and leaning back into the cushions. Well, at least humans know their creature comforts.

I can sense Goten approaching me long before I see him. �Vegeta?�

I sigh, flipping open the folder laid across my lap. �Thanks to Marron we�ve managed to get incriminating evidence.� My eyes are glued on the folder�s content. The paper on top showing the connections she had found. For every time she had been seen, Kakarott�s ki had appeared right beforehand.

�I�m sure you�ve all heard of how Gohan saw it. He felt his ki and went to their house. When he got inside he was gone...but she wasn�t.�

I close the folder shut and hand it to Goten, who is standing just to the side of me, listening silently. �I�m sure you�ll see the same connection we all did.�

Goten takes the folder, and I watch his expression. His eyes scan the information briefly, and then widen. He stops reading as his knees react as predicted, buckling underneath him. I react as quickly as his shock did, my body pivoting in the seat and my arms supporting his body. I place him on the ground so that he leans against the chair I sit in.

I raise my hand for quiet and wait, eyes watching him carefully. His shoulders hitch once before his whole body shudders and the folder drops in limp arms. I speak softly. �Pass it on.�

He nods absently and doesn�t rise from his position as he closes the folder and hands it off to Trunks. Trunks opens it, looks inside briefly, and nods. Good, he�d figured out things for himself.

Slowly the folder is passed around, everyone looking at the information. Even Gorika looks at it, saying nothing as she passes it on. Her face is shadowed....

It is passed around the small circle, Piccolo being the last. He looks at it, something flickering through his eyes before he shuts the folder and his emotions. If I didn�t know any better, I would�ve said there was murder there.

He walks toward me, the folder in his hands, and I reach up to take it from him. Placing it in my hand, his fingers linger there, brushing it lightly. I stare up at him, and then look at everyone else.

�So...what do you propose?�

Marron and Trunks stare at me blankly and exchange significant glances. At Marron�s nod, Trunks becomes the spoke-person. �We were kinda hoping you had a plan.�

I nod in acknowledgement. �I�m here to find the problem and take care of it. Besides,� I smirk lightly, no real humor on my face, �I want to know your ideas.�

Piccolo speaks suddenly, jerking my head up in surprise at his growled words. �I think he should be given a proper punishment.�

I can�t stop my eyes widening, but Gorika stops all words. �And what would a proper punishment be?�

Her eyes are cold and hard, like steel. I recognize that look. I�ve carried it too many times not to. Just as Piccolo opens his mouth to retort my hand grips his arm, silencing him. He gives me an inquiring look, but my own gaze is locked on Gorika. �What do you suggest?�

She blinks at me, all black eyes and startled surprise. She wasn�t expecting anyone to ask her opinion. �I think you guys should let me talk to him. I mean...he trusts me.�

My eyes narrow. �He just tried to kill me.�

I hear gasps and denials start up and quickly silenced by either the people themselves or the person closest to them. �He�he wouldn�t do that.�

I sigh and stand, holding up the folder. �These may be just typed words, but we have the verification of two people who even you should know wouldn�t lie about Kakarott.�

She hangs her head suddenly, tilting it to the side. �I�I don�t think you�re lying. I just�he�s my father.�

I give Goten a pointed look and he nods, standing quickly. He murmurs to Gorika as he wraps his arms around her and carefully guides them to the kitchen. I turn to the people still here. �We have a call for a proper punishment and a call for mercy. Who else has a say?�

Trunks stands, sighing heavily as he runs a hand through his rapidly graying hair. �I think we should at least confront him before...any action is taken.�

I nod in acknowledgement of this suggestion. �Alright. Anyone else?�

Silence falls and Trunks sits down slowly, his movements making a sound like a blast in the still room. I shuffle myself, turning back to the chair and sitting down. Piccolo moves closer to the chair. �If there isn�t, then we should sleep on this.�

Protests ring from everywhere but behind me and I hold up a hand, cutting off the sudden racket. �No. We sleep on this. In the morning we reconvene and decide. I want all of you getting a good night�s sleep. No staying up and pondering this problem. No going off to see him alone�which includes me�� I growl as the shadow behind me shifts, �just sleeping. We�ll worry about this problem in the morning, and by then all of you will be thinking with minds that are clearer...from this.� I indicate �this� by raising the folder.

A quiet voice speaks up then. Marron, who hasn�t said a word in all this time. �Would all of you like something to eat?�

I start to shake my head, and Piccolo answers for me. �Yes, he would.�

I glare back at him, and then whirl frontward as a clawed hand scrapes lightly over my back, fingertips applying pressure just right. I almost�almost�melt back into the chair. As it is my eyes narrow and a bit of a purr escapes before I can stop it.

�Well, I�m going to go fix��

�Boy, I wonder how Seventeen is��

�I�d better help Mrs. Marron��

The room is cleared.

I smirk, looking over my shoulder at Piccolo who is scowling lightly while his hand still rubs my back. �You scared them off.�

He glances down at me and smirks. �I wasn�t the one purring.�

�I do not purr!�

My indignant expression is all he needs to chuckle and remove his hand, sliding away from me and toward the bedroom. �A shower before eating?�

Nodding, I rise myself, following him toward the bedroom. �And then we need to talk.�

His head turns toward me slightly, but he does not stop, only raises an eyeridge. I do not elaborate and he does not push, heading into my bedroom and then straight into the restroom. No bath this time; he turns on the showerhead, flooding the room with steam almost immediately. I shut the door and strip, watching as Piccolo also does. He steps under the spray, turning his head toward me.

Smirking, I join him under the water, feeling the hot spray glance off his skin and onto mine. He turns, and I see that while my eyes were glued to his body, he was busy squirting shampoo into a cupped palm.

I raise an eyebrow and smirk again. �Forget that you�re bald, Namek?�

He raises an eyeridge in return and shows a fang as he smirks back. �You�ve got dirt and leaves in your hair.�

My hands automatically rise before I grimace at the obvious lie. Leaning forward, he raises his own hands and bats away mine with the empty one, laying the one with the shampoo on my head and clenching his fingers until they brush my scalp before scratching lightly with pointed nails. He draws them back slightly only to repeat the action.

His other hand joins the one and I let out a soft sigh as both hands give my head a perfect massage under the guise of cleaning. Twigs...hn.

I can feel myself leaning into him and bring both my hands up to clench at his arms, holding myself up as his fingers skillfully caress my skin, carding though the strands of my hair with an expertise I�d envy anyone else experiencing.

I tilt my head to one side as a hand leaves my hair to brush delicately over the skin of my neck, swirling over my shoulder and continuing down to just barely touch my sides. I shudder and press into the touch, feeling his head lower and his breath hitting my shoulder a little unevenly.

I turn quickly in his grasp, catching him off guard. �I said we needed to talk.�

He moves his hands away from me, face neutral. �Okay. We can do that.�

There is a short pause, and I can�t help but chuckle. �I was hoping someplace...special.�

He raises an eyeridge, my humor infective as he too grins. �And what did you have in mind?�

I swipe at the soap creeping into my face and wipe it onto his own. �You�ll see after you get what you put on me washed off.� I put my hand near my face and sniff it, wrinkling my nose and glaring up at him. �What the hell is this anyway?�

He chuckles and spins me around so fast I have to cling to his arms to keep my balance. �Passion flower.�

I�m ducked completely under the spray just as I protest and hurriedly close my eyes, choking out a soap and water mixture. I know I�m glaring...and probably look no more threatening then the Briefs� black cat getting its bath.

This is further emphasized when Piccolo chuckles and runs his hands into my hair to push it out of my face. I blink my eyes open and growl. �That shit stings when it gets in your eyes.�

He raises both eyebrows. �Oh? Did I get it in your eyes?�

He starts to push me back into the spray and my hands come up to grip each side of the wall, halting my movement. �No!�

He chuckles again and I growl, pushing myself away from the water. �You need to wash too you know....�

He nods and grabs up a washcloth, soaping it up and professionally running it all over my body. I jump as he scrubs as if the dirt won�t get off by simply wiping it. �You first though.�

Sighing, I succumb to the treatment, snatching the washcloth from him after he�s done and giving him the same treatment, which he seems to like much more than I did. I have to chuckle as his eyes slip close as the washcloth turns his skin a darker shade of green. �You have so many kinks....�

He opens his eyes and smirks, trailing a hand up my side. �As if you don�t?�

Shrugging, I push him back into the water to wash off. �Never said I didn�t.�

As the last of the soap runs down the drain, he reaches down and turns off the spray. I�m quick to exit the shower and grab a towel, tossing him back one as I dry. He chuckles. �In a hurry?�

I look at him then take a pointed glance down. �You tell me.�

He chuckles again and I trail my eyes over the areas the towel covers, watching it reveal and disguise the green flesh that�well, water seems to bring out his pleasant scent more. I raise a brow and meet his eyes as he chuckles again. �You going to use that towel?�

Scowling, I turn my back on him and resume drying off. But it isn�t too long before my towel is yanked from my grasp, and his own towel flashes out. I turn, shouting out a curse even as it snakes across my ass.

I rub the spot and growl at him. �What the hell was that for?�

He shrugs and walks past me, opening the door and entering the bedroom. �Looked much too inviting.�

I stalk out after him, bath towels discarded on the bathroom floor. �Damn sadist.�

He chuckles and gestures to himself, clothes materializing on his body. �Isn�t that just the pot calling the kettle black?�

Snorting, I hold out my arms as he materializes my own clothes over my body. I grimace as I notice the green spandex with the lightning bolt-like patterns shooting over it. �You just had to pick this one didn�t you?�

�I could�ve picked that red leather one.� I blink and whip my head up, starting as his long nails caress under my chin. �I�d love to see you in that one....�

Smirking, I dart back and toward the window, opening it and throwing a leg over the ledge. �I�ll remember that Namek. But for now...we have an appointment to keep.�

Still smirking at him, I throw my other leg over the ledge and let myself drop down, straightening out and taking off just inches from the ground. I can hear and feel him following me and turn on my back as he approaches.

He smirks down at me and lowers himself. My arms encircle his neck and his arms my waist as we continue to fly forward. We both lean in at the same time, thinking the same thought as our lips meet. He pulls back from the chaste kiss and nibbles on my lower lip, slipping his tongue in as I part them in a small gasp.

Our tongues tangle around each other for several moments before he jerks back and pulls upward. I chuckle as I feel leaves from a tree scrap my back. �We should pay more attention to where we�re going.�

He grunts and releases me and I flip back over, veering sharply to the left to avoid a branch sticking up further than the others from its tree. �Could�ve warned me of that one.�

Chuckling, he pulls ahead, and gritting my teeth, we are soon in a race to our destination.

He lands before me and raises an eyeridge. �The waterfall?�

�Your waterfall,� I�m quick to correct him. �The same waterfall you first...surprised me at.�

�Was it that much of a surprise?� He smirks and leans down, sealing my lips with his own.

I can feel myself melting into his mouth, my tongue sliding out to join his own just outside our mouths, slithering over each other. His knee comes up to rub against my groin and I groan loudly as he breaks away.

�You wanted to talk?�

I pant lightly, my head thrown back. I feel his mouth descend on my throat, his tongue swirling around as his teeth lightly nip at the exposed flesh. I arch up, releasing myself from his knee. �Yes!�

My hand is at his groin now, firmly caressing his pants where a bulge is quite evident.

He moans and tips back his head, eyes fluttering closed. I release him and he gasps suddenly, leaning forward and grabbing the back of my head by the hair, pulling me into his kiss fiercely.

I give my own moan and lean forward before forcefully breaking off. �We need��

��to talk. Yes.� He steps back and walks toward the calmer part of the lake, sitting down and kicking off his shoes. I walk to where he sits as he rolls his pants legs up and sticks his feet in the water. I stare at this...very strange sight before shrugging and copying him, dropping down beside him with rolled-up pant legs and dangling my feet in the water.

�When he and I...spoke, he...said some things....�

There is a long pause, and Piccolo finally sighs. �He said...?�

�He said I was afraid.�

�Of what?�

Gods. Is he going to have to pull every detail out of me? �Of me bonding to you. He said I was afraid to bond because I�d bonded before and when the other died��

�What�s a bond?�

I turn my head to blink at him and laugh at his expression. It�s a mixture of curiosity and confusion. He looks disgruntled at my laugh and I shake my head. �I�m just surprised that all this time we talked of him bonding to her you never asked.�

I lean back slightly, gaze cast out over the lake. �A bond can be most likened to the human tradition of marriage. It�s a commitment of one Saiyan to another. But...it goes deeper than that. You�re...aware of the other person. You know where they are. What they�re feeling, what they�re thinking of. Surface thoughts. Like if they�re planning to have a sandwich for lunch.

�I�he mentioned Radditz and...it caught me off guard, and he knew.� And I�ve paused again. The words stick in my throat.

�He knew...?�

�That we�d had relations.�

�With Radditz?�

I smirk at him, cocking my head slightly. �Why so surprised Namek? You think I was a virgin when�?�

�No!�

I chuckle again, letting my gloved hand run across his thigh. �Well...Radditz and I�and I bonded with him.�

His eyeridge slowly raises, and I watch it with interest.

�And when he came down and��

�Died, yes. I...felt it. Do you know what it is to be taught to feel nothing? You feel triumph when you kill, glee with blood on your hands, power-hungry for more. Nothing else. No hatred. No pain. No sympathy. No regret. Nothing really....

�When he died, I felt it.�

His head is bowed, watching my hand on his thigh clench and unclench. �I went mad, Piccolo.�

His eyes raise then, look into mine. �Mad?�

I nod. �Insane. Wild and crazy. Any sane person would�ve wished the one they�d bonded with back. Would�ve wished the one that killed him dead. Would�ve wished�well, for anything but immortality in order to fight forever. That�s what I wanted. To fight forever. Nappa� He was such an idiot he didn�t even know Radditz and I had bonded, let alone notice anything different when I told him my plans.�

�So...you were...insane when you were here?�

I smirk at him. �I�ve always been insane. I just...was more so then. It was...as if I didn�t care. The challenge presented here with the Z Fighters was just...feeding me.�

�I know...you came out of it.�

My mouth twists in a parody of a smile at his hesitance. �Like a drunken man sobered. I was told of Frieza�s little deception. I hadn�t known before. But that�that broke it.

�I had something to live for...�

His hand covers mine, squeezing, and I turn my hand to grasp his. �When I met her...it was a fling. A burning madness, not unlike what I felt after Radditz died. I didn�t want to settle down.� I laugh shortly. �Gods, I could just see her asking me to settle down. I would�ve laughed in her face. But she wasn�t the type to do that either. She never mentioned marriage. I never mentioned bonding. It was good.

�After Buu, I considered it. I...thought there was something deeper there. I�d died...come back...was one of the good guys. Either that or Porunga has lower standards than Shenlong.� The hand squeezes and I chuckle at the lecture in the gesture.

I shrug, face turning serious. �There was nothing though. She made that clear. So...I never bonded with her. But...I don�t think I would�ve.�

He nods slowly. �And....�

I swallow heavily, leaning my body in closer to his. I use one hand to lever myself up near his ear. �And...after this is all over I want to bond with you. I�I think we should.... If you want....� The end�the doubt lacing the words, makes me wince.

�I�� He clears his throat, turning his head so we�re just a handbreadth apart. �I would be honored....�

Now it is I who is uncomfortable, looking into black eyes.... How can black eyes seem to have color them?

He moves then and our lips are crushed together, bodies sliding toward each other as I twist myself. My legs wrap around his waist; his arms snake around my neck. He draws back, gripping my hair and pulling to expose my throat as his head lowers. His tongue traces circles over it, swirling. His teeth grip it, and I moan long and loud.

He moves away, smirking, before he leans back to lick and nip at my chin, slow and leisurely. I squirm, moving blindly as he licks the side of my mouth.

I pant breathlessly as he speaks. �So...how do we go about this?�

�We go about this...after we take care of everything.�

He nods slowly, pausing. �What�s your plan?�

I blink and lower my head to stare at him. �Plan? What makes you think I have one?�

He rolls his eyes and leans back, releasing me to rest on his palms. �You said so. Besides, when don�t you have one?�

Smirking, I unwrap my legs from him and roll over, lying on my stomach beside him. �When I�m not sure what the hell to do.�

There is another long pause and I can hear his teeth grinding.

�Well?�

�Well what?�

He sighs heavily. �Are you not sure what the hell to do?�

My smirk widens slightly. �No.�

�So that means you have a plan.�

�Maybe. We should be heading back. Dinner will be done.� I heave myself up and watch Piccolo do so himself, growling lowly. �Come now, Namek. Such noises are unbecoming of you.�

He leans in close, surprising me by grasping my chin as he bares his fangs at me. �I want him dead.�

I stare at his face for a moment, noting the rage in his eyes...and something else. I place a hand on his arm gently, slowly grasping it. �I know. But would death be an appropriate punishment?�

He starts then, jerking some as his hand releases me. He blinks at me for a moment before shaking his head. �What are you planning?�

Smirking widely, I hop into the air with a chuckle and began to fly back toward Goten and Marron�s house. �You�ll see, Namek.�
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The Burning Leftovers of Temporary Madness