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All of My Hate	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7496 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part IIIII IIIII IIIII IIII
::: Diamonds :::
I haven’t felt like this in a long time. Why am I so fucking angry, more so than I usually am? Pensive, bored even, and generally down. I thought I’d learned how to cope after so many years of feeling like something’s amiss. I hate this. I hate the nothingness in my life. It’s as though I miss being part of Frieza’s army.
Hell no, I don’t miss it. I know I’m… “lucky” to have some compatibility with the creatures of this planet, lucky that Bulma’s so rich and, heh, available. Yes, even lucky to have done the unthinkable and started a family.
So why am I so upset?
Damn it, it can’t be because of him! Damn him! Damn him!
I can’t keep Kakarot far from my thoughts. I haven’t been able to for very long at a time, anyways, but recently, it’s been increasingly difficult not to be affected by it. Curse my obsessive behavior. I know it’s not my fault I’m like this, it was my defenses that brought this trait into my being. At some point in my early life, I remember feeling… normal.
It’s been years, though, years since I’ve even seen him, going on seven since he first died and refused to come back. Hell, I don’t really know the man, but I just want to… punch him in the face.
Why did he have to tease me like that? Why isn’t it getting easier with the passing years? Maybe because he promised he’d come back, that asshole. So many things left… unfinished between Kakarot and me. Why is he stronger than me? Why is he better than me? Why am I so fascinated with him? Even with his stupidity. But he is handsome. Feh, he’s a lot of things.
Not having him here… makes me feel like I’m missing something that I can’t quite place or name.
I was so deliciously cruel and completely obsessed with my own evil ways. Now that my overlord is gone, there is no tiny window of opportunity for me to focus on, I have all the options in the universe. I could leave, but I’m staying here. I’m waiting for him. Why? To fight him? To kill him? Or to be killed? No, he won’t kill me, he’s too “good.”
That’s not it anyways. I want him, for some reason (many reasons). I want to see if it will work with him. I wonder if he really does want me. Will he come back and try again? How could I not be curious? He’s the only other of my kind and he’s still so different, yet just exactly… what I need.
“Vegeta,” Piccolo said from behind me, startling me out of my wildly-running thoughts.
He must have sensed my energy rather easily- my meditation was getting out of control. “Hn,” was all I managed at first. I hadn’t even sensed him I was so caught up in myself. I growled, and did not move from my spot on the ground, where I sat and meditated most nights, on a high cliff, looking into the sparkling stars and glistening moon. I asked, “What do you want, Namek?” a bite on my tongue.
“Actually…” Piccolo, who shuffled his feet casually, showing me that he’s been there for a while, asked, “I was wondering if you’d heard anything from Goku?”
“What?” I replied trying to sound annoyed at that name, even though it was certainly more familiar to my thoughts than I’d like him to know. I retorted in a dark tone, “You think he would contact me? Surely he’d try his brat, son, first.”
“Hm,” Piccolo chided, staring into my back, I could feel his eyes and he said, “I know you reach outwards… across the universe, searching, I guess I just figured you might have contacted him by now.”
“!!!” I couldn’t hide my surprise at being caught and I stood up and turned around to finally acknowledge him, as I told him, quickly, “I’m not searching for Kakarot, he’s in another dimension. He can’t be found that way. If the idiot wanted to, he could be here already. Who knows what he’s doing up there? I don’t care. He said he’d come back, didn’t he?” I rambled on in an attempt to hide who I was really searching for, not that the Namekian would know the difference. He’s never even heard of a man named Renjiamori before. I just check in, sometimes, to see that he’s alive. It’s such a trivial thing.
“Yes,” Piccolo replied in his normal monotone voice, but he was looking at me queerly. He said, “I only thought that, as you two are the last of the Saiyans… forget it.”
I was certain I couldn’t hide all of the raw emotion from my face tonight, though I tried desperately. I simply retorted confidently, “I would know if he were alive and not on the Earth, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“So…” Piccolo began what I was sure to be the worst of questions. Only then did I realize that in my attempt to guard myself I’ve been much more compliant than I usually am. He finally asked, “Why do you seem on edge?”
Do I? How can I answer such a question? “How dare you come here and ask me about my personal life,” was all I could manage, immediately throwing up my guard, as though I wasn’t already on edge.
“Whoa,” he chuckled at me, trying to get on my nerves.
“And what do you know about me?” I balled up a fist, and curled up a lip, clearly offended, but, and I’m sure he could tell, also a little amused.
Piccolo smiled at me and revealed, “Gohan was my pupil, Vegeta, before he was ever a plaything to you.”
I laughed, genuinely, and answered, “Oh, the brat, yes, well, what of it? You’ve been spying on me? If so then you should know where the line is drawn.”
He nodded at me and said, “I know it’s innocent for the most part. Besides, I don’t have to spy, he tells me most things.”
“Does he?” I quirked a brow and smirked, “He tells you what he knows, Namek, but he’s just a child, intelligent though he may be, he has a few years before things start to click.”
Piccolo knew what I meant, that Gohan’s maturity had not yet found a place in him, as it is with Saiyan men. He asked me, without hesitation, “So, what about Goku?”
“I think that hit on his head separated any chances of things ‘clicking’ for him,” I replied in my passion before I could think twice on it. I knew I had been revealed with the look on Piccolo’s face and I added, with a silent condition of secrecy on his part, “I think I’ve answered your questions. Obviously I think about him. You do, too. So does Gohan and everyone else on this planet that he knows. He’s selfish, you know, leaving you all like this. Need I say anything else?”
Piccolo seemed to peer into my soul, and I knew that I was bearing more to him now than I had to anyone in a long time. Finally he answered, “I guess I’m just wondering if you really are going to try to kill him when you see him? Should we fear you? Or have you really changed?”
To this I could not answer. All I have ever had in this life is my hate, and I’ve needed it to survive for so long. I know that in my own mind, the overwhelming certainty of his strength, be it stronger than mine upon our next meeting, will enrage me beyond control. Somehow this obsession must either be turned into something healthier, or acted upon. There’s no in between and I realized that I was telling him, “I have the blood of royalty in my veins. He, a low class, has defeated me and now he must be challenged again, but what will come of the battle between us, I do not know. I have questions that need answering, and only he can answer them. I don’t expect anyone else to understand.”
He nodded at me, but even I didn’t know what I truly meant.
I’m on the fence, so they say, straddling the thin line between good and evil. I’m confused because of my feelings for him, so many of them, so undefined, yet so strong and controlling. When I do see him again, what will I say?
Piccolo spoke gently, “I’ll leave you to your thoughts.”
He gave me a strange look as he moved on, and I contemplated our conversation for some time to come.
::: Moonstruck :::
“Gohan hasn’t gone home, Goku,” Chi Chi whined. Piccolo reported to Goku that he had tried to talk to Gohan earlier, but that nothing much came of it. He gave him no details and Goku didn’t ask about the specifics, anyways. Goku had just walked in the door late that evening and his wife was instantly on him for information, “Videl’s been complaining that he’s hardly ever there and he’s acting strange. What’s going on with our son?”
“Nothing, Chi Chi,” Goku replied, but he wasn’t very convincing; he never is.
“Goku! Is he okay?!” She wailed.
“Yes, Chi Chi, he’s fine,” Kind of, Goku thought, but he couldn’t tell her that. She continued to interrogate him and he decided to leave, unable to answer any of her questions. He has his own concerns for his son, and he didn’t know if he should go talk to him or if he should try to talk to Vegeta, again.
When did everything get so complicated in his simple world?
Goku flew around aimlessly for some time, just thinking, searching, trying to let Vegeta’s advice sink in and just allow the information to come forth. At a time like this, though, it was difficult. He couldn’t get Gohan’s hurt out of his head. Renjiamori’s death made him sad and Vegeta’s pushing him away after his confession didn’t help, either.
His heart wrenched for Gohan. Gohan must truly have fallen for Renji, and if that’s so, then his heart is in more turmoil than Goku can fix without amending that loss. What of Renjiamori, will he stay in Otherworld, and continue to help him alongside his father? Does he feel the same about his son? What about Vegeta? Will he not think about what he said and consider the chance of its being true without fighting him every step of the way?
Why didn’t Jeremel attack Vegeta in that blast?
Nothing came through, though, no answers, just a swelling of his emotions, but anger was quickly swept away by thoughts of Vegeta, which went from innocent to X-rated in no time.
He needed the other Saiyan in more ways than he knew how to satisfy, but it’s taken him so long to admit his love for what it is. He handled the whole situation backwards. Even now, when there are more important things at hand, his struggle to connect with Vegeta won’t get out of the forefront of his mind.
His thoughts stretched outwards. No longer does he want to be alone. He felt he needed Vegeta, perhaps in the same way Gohan once suggested Vegeta needed him. He tried to send a signal to him as he saw sequences of them together, licking every inch of one another’s skin. He loves it when the Prince bit just hard enough to draw blood on his back or on his stomach. Even just watching Vegeta be Vegeta. He still hasn’t gotten to play with his tail. Why does that turn him on so much? It’s starting to drive him crazy. Goku shot to the ground as fast as he could and considered everything, suddenly a little hazy and horny with desire for Vegeta’s touch.
It was a day similar to this one, many years ago, that his battle-lust and his sexual desires grew so distinctly it led him to confessing to Vegeta how he wanted to change their relationship from platonic to lovers. What is it about the upcoming battle that makes his want for Vegeta grow so much? It’s unbearable to think about, and now, after having had it, and immersing in the delight of such an attraction, how can he ignore it?
Something about the way his hands grip his body, a little tighter than anyone else, even in the heat of a duel. The passion in his strength, the emotion in his gaze, and all the little innuendos he throws at him that he thinks he didn’t quite catch. The smell of his sweat is enough to send Goku into temptation.
Here he is, pulling out his cock, willing his energies towards the other man, who he knew would not join him, but he called him closer to himself nonetheless as he stroked his cock with expert movement, but not as perfect as Vegeta’s playful mouth.
If only he could make him come to him, now. If only he could make him see the world through his eyes, make him understand why he got so jealous, and then maybe Vegeta would forgive him. They could have makeup sex, right fucking now, and make their argument worth the long wait of going without one another.
“Vegeta,” Goku whispered unabashed into the wind, licking his lips as he took all of his clothes off and settled on the forest floor, cock in hand, mind on nothing but his flared up emotions for Vegeta.
He heard Vegeta’s voice distinctly in his head, Kakarot… Do you want me?
His breath hitched and he knew better than to think of this as anything other than his imagination, maybe it was just a vision, but he played along, anyways, taking anything he could get, and he said, Yes, Vegeta, I want you.
Vegeta chuckled, like he was chuckling right into his ear, his breath felt as though it was on his neck, and he sensually said in reply, the way he liked to tease, How much do you want me?
Goku kept his eyes closed, and took in deep breaths as he answered in thought, probably the most earnest and honest he’d ever been, I want you. I want you to fuck me. It’s your turn.
Is that really what you want, Kakarot? Vegeta’s voice purred in his mind.
I’ve been dying to have you inside of me.
Vegeta was actually there, turned on and impressed, although Goku didn’t know it. He was kneeling beside him, and did everything but touch him as he watched Goku’s naked, sweating body writhing on the ground, playing with himself. He fed him his thoughts, helping Goku train this way, though Goku was unaware of the exercise. Vegeta replied, You have been bad, maybe I won’t give it to you like you want it, what do say to that? And he smirked at himself, enjoying this.
Goku wore a sexy smile as he admitted, However you give it to me is how I’ll take it… You give me what I need and I’ll take anything I can get. Goku thought that this was just his dreams running wild, now. He figured he’d be honest at least to himself. It all felt so real. He didn’t want to open his eyes and let the images disappear.
Lust got the better of Vegeta’s game, and he thought to Goku, You look so sexy, and he placed his lips on Goku’s and sank his tongue inside of Kakarot’s already open and saturated mouth. Goku’s eyes shot open to see a very real Vegeta looking down at him from so close. He grabbed onto the back of his head and kissed him deeply, unable to do anything but pull him as close as possible, but Vegeta had other plans.
The older man had already replaced Goku’s hand with his own and was stroking his swollen penis with long, deliberate movements, eliciting small moans and panting from Goku’s wet, gasping mouth.
“Vegeta!” He said aloud, surprised and embarrassed, but oh-so hot, “How…?!”
“How was I talking to you like that?” Vegeta asked, smirking as he continued to work him up into a fervent pile of nerves. “You were calling me to you pretty strongly. When I got here,” he laughed, “Well, I couldn’t turn back, so I decided to try something new. When you called my name, I knew if I thought loud enough… you’d hear it.”
Goku pulled his head down again into another crushing kiss, ignoring any other question he has for the moment. The opportunity was too great to ignore. He then went for Vegeta’s hard dick and pulled on it suggestively through the material of his pants. He moaned, “I wasn’t lying, what I said, before.”
“I know,” Vegeta smirked at him, pulling down his pants and resituating their bodies to where he was in between Goku’s wide-spread legs, pumping his own cock a few times in eager impatience.
Goku wondered in amazement that Vegeta was even here right now, looking at him like that, like nothing had ever happened. That was just how it always was. Every time they broke up and got back together it was as though neither of them ever did anything wrong. They just go back to fucking relentlessly and somehow become closer, but sometimes Goku felt a little farther away because it didn’t just work the first time.
Just like always, Goku wondered how much of this was real- does this mean they’re back together?
As Vegeta was pressing his thick cock inside of Goku, the younger Saiyan whimpered and cried out, it always felt so new but so right. He held his breath for a moment before urging Vegeta to push forward and he said, revealing some of his thoughts, “I don’t want this to end…”
Vegeta pushed slowly forward and replied, “It won’t, at least not badly,” and there was a small smile on his face, and in his eyes Goku knew they were talking about the same thing.
Goku felt so subjugated to the Prince like this, open and vulnerable, but he loved it, because he knew he could trust him. Vegeta’s eyes stared into his and it made the whole world go away. He didn’t try forcing his way in, he urged through, making way for the perfect fit, and with every part of him that went deeper, Goku felt that much better. Vegeta pulled out gently so that he could press in further, and when he got all the way in, they both leaned forward to kiss.
Goku said softly, “I’ve missed this.”
Vegeta started a pace that was good for both of them, deliberate and hard and he said, “Tell me next time.” He pulled Goku towards him by his hips and ground his cock into him, hitting his preferred spots and causing him to moan like only he could ever make him.
Goku cried out softly and whispered in between gasps, “Vegeta- I’m glad you came.”
Vegeta moaned, smirking still, and said, “Not yet I haven’t.”
Goku laughed and played with his lips with his thumb and watched, and felt, and enjoyed. He saw Vegeta’s tail lashing out behind him and he grabbed it with his own, causing both of their bodies to curl at the sensation.
“Fuck, Kakarot…” Vegeta gasped, and Goku couldn’t get enough. He grabbed onto the appendage and pulled it to his mouth. His instincts told him exactly how to stroke it, up, with the fur, from the base to the tip, and he sucked gently on the tip, holding it in his mouth as he hummed.
“So many options,” Goku growled, staring into Vegeta’s eyes as he continued to roll his hips into his with expert aim.
“Suck on the tip again,” Vegeta demanded and Goku fulfilled his desires. Vegeta grabbed into Goku’s tail and was a little bit more forceful, but no less pleasurable. He tugged it and bent it ever so gently, and held it tight, flush against his chest before taking the tip into his own mouth as well.
Goku cried out, as he felt his own dick being played with skillful, slender fingers gripping him tightly and pumping fast and hard. Vegeta forced his legs wider and give into his own wants, driving deeper and harder into Goku. Thrusting upwards and pulling downwards as he gently bit the tip of Goku’s tail. He knew that would drive him crazy and he saw the signs, he was close, (it has been a while) and when he felt his walls begin to pulse and Goku’s eyes looked at him with such a sultry gaze, there was no way either of them could last any longer off the pure adrenaline rush, alone.
The both seized up, locking their bodies together and crying out, slowly riding out the twin orgasms as long as they could milk it. Their hands fell into each other’s, locking fingers and playing with their thumbs. They kissed as Vegeta pulled out of him, and ignored the need to clean up the mess of Goku’s seed in between them being spread across their already slick abs.
Goku’s hands pressed into Vegeta’s hair and his neck and Vegeta’s hands held onto Goku’s jaw and, even still, his tail, which he rubbed affectionately.
“Did you know I wanted you before you came here?” Goku asked, curiously.
“No,” Vegeta mused, his exterior now calm and almost sweet, the face Goku is most used to, and yet the one he sees so little of. He answered, “I didn’t know what to expect, but I’m not disappointed.”
“You wanted to see me, right? But, tell me that’s not it,” Goku demanded eagerly.
Vegeta smiled at him, almost a perfect one, almost without the lift of one side of his mouth, and said, good-humoredly, “That can’t be it now, can it? How could I resist you when you’re begging to be fucked like that?”
Goku blushed in spite of himself and replied, “Seriously!?”
Vegeta kissed him again, long and intensely, and said, “I am being serious. We may need to work on a few things… but we’re… us.”
“You told me to leave you alone…?” Goku pushed his luck, wanting to clear the air entirely of any confusion. It was always easier to discuss things after they’ve fucked.
“That would never work,” Vegeta said.
Goku smiled, having already thought the same, but happy to hear Vegeta admit it. He asked, wanting even more clarity, “You were so angry with me.”
“I usually am,” Vegeta chuckled, his responses still playful.
“Vegeta,” Goku poked at his ribs, not satisfied with his run-around answers.
“Kakarot,” Vegeta spoke a little more sternly for just a moment as he said, “I told you I’m not going anywhere. Isn’t that what you wanted to know?”
“Yes, but,” Goku smiled, happy to hear that above anything else, still he needed to know for sure, “But you came back so soon…?”
“I never left,” Vegeta said, and Goku began to speak again but he quieted him and said, “That’s all for now.”
Goku pulled him into a crushing hug and replied, satisfied, “It’s enough.”
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Gohan fell asleep that night, Jeremel never came. When he awoke he was sore and angry and it was only morning, getting on into the afternoon. After rinsing off in a lake and catching something for food, he eats quickly and tries to make a plan for the next time Jeremel may arrive, so he goes to the only person he knows who might listen to him.
Arriving quickly at Capsule Corp he bypasses all the men who were solemnly patrolling the Briefs’ yard like club security. They all looked grave and nodded at him, Gohan returned the courteous behavior but ran inside looking for Vegeta quickly.
“Gohan!” Goten cried as he ran up to his brother.
“Not now, Goten,” Gohan said, though he clutched his shoulder tightly for a split-second as he walked by.
“Vegeta!” Gohan yelled through the hallways once he was closer. He knew exactly where to look for the man, although he’d never been inside his secret room, today that was going to change.
Vegeta came out of his precious office and crossed his arms at Gohan. They stared at one another for a few moments before Vegeta finally said, turning to receive Gohan into the room, “Close the door behind you.”
When Gohan entered he made his way through the gorgeous room that he’d once been so curious about, and felt a little melancholy as it only meant so much, now. Still he was glad Vegeta seemed to be of an understanding mind at the moment, and the lush room didn’t leave his imagination unsatisfied.
The older man spoke, always blunt and to the point, his voice dripping in sarcasm, “What are you doing here? I thought you were on a mission?”
“I am, and will be until it’s over,” Gohan said, listlessly, “I need your help.”
Vegeta recognized something new in Gohan’s tone, a hint of desperation, mixed with the only emotion worse than jealousy, hatred, and the longing to satisfy it. He asked, “What’s changed since last night? Did you look at the moon and realize you have no control?”
“No,” Gohan shook his head, “I never looked at the moon, though I probably should have, now that you say that,” he paused, “I need your help. I need you to be on my side with this.”
Vegeta stopped and stared at him with narrow, calculating eyes. “I am on your side,” he admitted.
Gohan nodded and said, “Then, in the event that Jeremel comes during the day again, create the artificial moon you used when you first fought us.”
Vegeta’s gaze was heavy and immovable as he considered Gohan’s plan. He asked, “And put all three of us into transformation?”
“Yes…”
Vegeta frowned something fierce.
“You know it could work.”
Vegeta rolled his eyes for a brief moment, “Have you tried talking to your father about this at all?”
“No!” He replied sternly, “He won’t listen, anyways, why waste my time? Besides, since when do you want me to get advice from my dad of all people?”
Vegeta could tell Gohan has his own reasons for saying so. He smirked at him and said, “You don’t know what your father will say, Gohan. For all you know he may have something similar in mind.”
“Please,” Gohan said, and at first he said it as a dismissal, but then his attitude changed and he added, “Say that you’ll help me, Vegeta.”
Damn him and his father, both, he thought and sighed, feeling beside himself. What is it about the Son family that has him wrapped around their fingers? He said, after some deliberation, “I will help you. I’ll create the artificial moon, as you’ve suggested, but not without warning Kakarot, first.”
“What do you think is going to happen? Didn’t Saiyans used to travel in groups and transform all the time together to conquer planets?”
“Yes, planets, Gohan. The transformation is no joke. The only reason your father and I made it through last time was because-”
“You fucked, I know. What’s going on with you two?” Gohan’s gaze turned more curious. Their familiarity with one another was showing, as Gohan asked, “Are you together or not?”
Vegeta scowled but answered him, “Yes, we are, and although I know you don’t get why it had to be so complicated, it was and still is, and you are going to respect that, the same way you respect me and the same way you will continue respecting Kakarot.” Gohan knew, now, that something has shifted in Vegeta’s mind as far as his relationship with Goku, and he listened to him say, “I know I don’t talk a great deal of good about him but that’s because I hardly ever have anything good to say. Good things aren’t generally the start of a useful conversation, wouldn’t you agree, Gohan? You know me well enough to know that I don’t like to waste my breath on unnecessary topics of conversation.”
Gohan nodded, and he realized that he had crossed the line in badmouthing his father one too many times. Vegeta understood why, though, and that was part of why he tolerated it. He’d gone so many years without him, and it hurt, and now Gohan’s learned to make his own moves in the world for his own reasons, without the permission or need of confidence in each step from his father. He’s learning to become his own man, and Vegeta could respect that, as well as his tactical thinking skills.
Gohan was happy to see that Vegeta got what he has wanted all along, for himself and Kakarot to be together in spite of everything. Gohan figured that although they’d made an agreement, they’re still on rocky terms because of past mistakes. Only effort to mend these transgressions over time will truly heal their relationship and make it whole. They’ve been off to a bad foot since they started out, but Vegeta is obviously willing to make it work, and it seems his father is as well. Gohan thought the whole thing was romantic, really.
Still Vegeta added, “I will inform Kakarot of the decision, and discuss it from there.”
Gohan nodded, “Thank you, Vegeta.”
“No need to thank me, boy. We’re trying whatever we can to defeat this asshole.” Gohan was set to leave, but before he did he looked as though he wanted to say something. When the words didn’t come out Vegeta added, “I won’t let him take anyone else away, even if that means trying something extreme. You should know that by now.”
Moved by his words more than he was willing to show, Gohan nodded again and took off through the halls, looking for his escape.
Goku ITed to Vegeta a moment later, and said that he was looking for Gohan.
“You’re too late,” Vegeta said, “Now, I think—”
“—!” Goku’s stomach dropped.
“Find Gohan!” Vegeta yelled after resetting his train of thought.
Gohan was already running back up to them, “Jeremel! He’s here!”
They all vanished to Jeremel’s location.
“You’ve joined me already! Well you are getting faster,” Jeremel laughed, “But that’s about it. It’s time to end this.” He stood, looking like a weighty stone, immovable and uncrushable against the barren background.
“That’s my line,” Gohan growled, too emotional to think things through. “Too many times you’ve come and gone. This time you’re staying for keeps.”
Why doesn’t he choose a more populated area? Goku wondered. Then he considered Vegeta’s advice, and the game they’d played the night before. He focused on Jeremel and then, he heard it, a voice which seemed to come to him, and distinctly it said:
They don’t get it, do they?-I’m going to pluck them off one by one.-Then this planet, along with the dragonballs, will be destroyed, and Vegeta will be forced to watch.-
When Goku came to Gohan was demanding that Vegeta do something but he didn’t quite catch what. Vegeta created a strange light in his hand, and it looked kind of familiar to Goku. Suddenly he released it and into the sky floated a giant white orb.
“NO!” Goku hollered, blocking it from his site, but it was too late, he could feel it pulling him to look.
“Ahahahaha! Yes!” Jeremel cried. “I haven’t seen one of these in a long time! Do you really think that turning into that giant ape is going to help you?”
“There’s only one way to find out!” Gohan roared, allowing his body to morph, though the transformation was only just beginning to take effect.
“Vegeta!” Goku growled, unable to resist the overpowering urge to succumb to the blutz waves anymore. Vegeta was unable to respond, his senses were on fire, and his morph was speeding up quicker than either of the other two.
Jeremel was somewhere nearby laughing. He said, joyously, “The moon! If I could learn that trick, I’d be unstoppable!”
Sometime during the heat of his transformation, Gohan burst into Super Saiyan and the power that flowed through him was enough to make Jeremel halt in his victory speech and waver. Three giant apes emerged and their howls boomed across the sky. Gohan went wild. Goku bellowed and Vegeta snarled, both older men coming to their senses.
Jeremel thought to hide but it was too late. Gohan spotted him, even in spite of not really being himself, and when Jeremel dashed away, Gohan’s tail caught him and slapped him out of the sky, crippling his arm. The youngest ape, however, was not right in his own mind, and he quickly lost interest in his swatted fly.
Vegeta and Goku searched for their pray, but the moon hid his energy level almost completely.
Goku heard Vegeta thinking, Let’s level this bitch, and he, for once, agreed. Gohan was way ahead of them. They smashed and destroyed everything in sight, hoping to crush or capture their foe by means of it all.
Piccolo waited on the outskirts of the battlefield wondering when he should step in and stop this madness but he didn’t have the proper cue, yet. It looks like they’re just running amuck, destroying the Earth. That’s not what Goku would want. Vegeta seemed to be trying to get through to Gohan, while Goku was trying to leave no stone unturned. They moved quickly, covering so much ground in so little time, Piccolo wondered if he should even try to keep up.
Then he saw it, a glimpse of movement on the bottom corner of his left eye. Jeremel was trying to get away, in fact, he’s escaped! He’s moving slow though, his arm seems to be hurt. Piccolo took a chance and gathered energy. Jeremel can’t sense anything, so he won’t know about the energy being gathered. He planned to use the special beam cannon. He concentrated, and waited, watching.
The three transformed Saiyans sensed the presence of their friend and turned to see what the fuss was about. Vegeta let out a shockwave of a yell, and stomped his feet, one heavy foot at a time. Gohan seemed to finally get a hold of himself at that, and they all halted to pay heed to Vegeta. Even Jeremel stopped what he was doing to take a glance over his shoulder at what was going on behind him. He paused for some time, weary that the now silent predators were listening for him.
Piccolo had to admit, he was terrified. If they for some reason thought that he was threatening them it would all be over, and if they somehow lead Jeremel to discovering him, then he’s wasting his time. He remained calm though, thankful for the extra seconds. He continued to remain concentrated.
Finally a voice rumbled from Vegeta’s throat and he turned to Gohan and said, “We’ve lost him.”
“I hit him, he couldn’t have gone far,” Gohan roared.
At this Jeremel began moving again, slowly at first, but it was no use, Piccolo flew down at once to meet him, intent on stalling him with conversation, if he could manage it.
“You,” Jeremel smirked at him, “Did you come here to finish what we started?”
“Yeah, something like that,” and it occurred to him not to attack Jeremel after all.
“Well, be a good boy and don’t scream,” Jeremel said and began charging up an attack, “They can’t get here in time to save you.”
While he spoke, the “they” he was referring to took giant leaps and bounds across the way towards the two fighter’s position, crushing trees and flattening any hills in the ground.
Piccolo smirked as they drew near with frightening speed, “Looks like you’re wrong.”
Jeremel replied, “No! They’re too late!” and let out a blast just as Piccolo let out a cry of his own, unleashing the built-up energy beam onto the fake moon, leaving himself completely vulnerable to his enemy’s attack.
Gohan roared as soon as Jeremel was in view, and he went to swipe at him again, but he felt his body reversing into a smaller size and he knew he’d lost his chance.
Jeremel, however, cried out in both joy and anguish. It was a strange feeling, for his half Saiyan body, to no longer feel any effects of the blutz waves. He felt his body being torn and his own power fluctuating at the loss of it.
“Vegeta!” Goku yelled, “Get Piccolo!”
Gohan attacked Jeremel blindly in his anger and threw a slew of curses at him that his mother would not be proud of.
It was too late for Piccolo. He was dead with no hope for regeneration. Vegeta slammed his fist down and sprang to his feet. “Kakarot,” he said, “It’s time.”
They got into position as Jeremel fought Gohan off with just one good arm. They accomplished the fusion dance in a matter of seconds, and spent no time glorifying over their newfound strength.
Jeremel had just thrown Gohan to the ground when he looked up and cried, “What the—”
Fists pummeled his face with heat and bone-crunching impact. He flew backwards, taking down anything that happened to be in his way. He stood up, groggily and shook his head, beside himself. “What happened?” Jeremel was asking. “What is this?!”
“This,” said Goku and Vegeta in unison, “is the wakening of your worst nightmare, Jeremel. I am the true power of not just one Super Saiyan, but two, together in one body.” He smirked, “You don’t stand a chance.”
Jeremel’s eyes widened and he got an idea, it was his last resort, but he’d take it, there didn’t seem to be much of an option for anything else.
He ran over to Gohan, who lay struggling on the ground and quickly knocked him unconscious before lifting him up and holding him hostage against his large body. “Stay back if you want him to live.”
Vegetto stopped dead in his tracks and demanded, “Let him go.”
Jeremel smirked and bargained, in spite of being in bad shape himself, “No, he comes with me.” Then he was gone.
“Son of a BITCH!” Vegetto bellowed, but he thought quickly. No matter where he goes, they will be able to sense Gohan. He’s not going to get away this time.
But what about the moon… Goku thought internally, the question being sent into Vegeta’s mind. Vegeta struggled to catch up, only just then hearing the voices of Bardock and Renjiamori in Goku’s head from a recent memory.
Vegeta thought, Yes. What about the moon…
So they could do nothing else but wait and try to sense the young man out, but it could be a while, since Gohan’s knocked out right now.
Vegeta began, only then, to understand what Jeremel was doing. He is using them against each other, and using their own emotions against themselves. He’s plucked them all apart and rid himself of the weakest links. Now that he has Gohan, they have no choice but to follow where ever he leads.
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