Desire

Desire2


Desire – Chapter 2

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Disclaimer – I don’t own dbz…so please don’t sue!
 
Warning: - This is a NC-17 rated story so there will be scenes involving adult themes. Yaoi involved!
 
* * * * * * * * * * *
 
Sitting up in my small armchair in front of that stupid entertainment box the humans call a ‘television’, I grunt and scowl. As normal, I awake with a backache so painful that it takes a few seconds for my body to actually register that it is awake.
 
I have slept in this chair since Bulma passed on. I had no other place to go so I couldn’t leave Capsule Corp. Besides I had Bulma’s baka parents to contend with…and they weren’t going to let me go easily.
 
I suppose I could have just destroyed them and left but…wasting such energy on them seemed so uncalled for. I left them alone.
 
Sometimes, Bulma’s annoying blonde haired mother peeks her cheery head around cor corner to ask how I am. Everytime she does so, she gets the same answer.
 
Fine.
 
They have learnt to leave me well alone.
 
| Perhaps they are scared of me? |
 
I smirk at the thought. It has been a long time since I saw or heard fear coming from another creature. Fear of me. I do miss the thrill of fighting but with that baka Kakarott around…
 
| Kakarott |
 
Bah…I swore I would never mention that idiot’s name! God…why must he haunt me so? I thought that by leaving our sparring matches for good that I would rid myself of him forever.
 
Obviously not.
 
I don’t even know why I’m thinking about that stupid idiot Kakarott. I was fine when I was with Bulma…she left me well alone but still stayed around when I needed some form of company.
 
But now, all alone and my thoughts are on Kakarott.
 
* * * * * * * * * * *
 
Picking myself up from the floor, I wipe the smeared tiles with a towel, which I carefully discard, into the waste bin by the door. Sliding the white paneled shower door open, I step onto the cool shower basin and turn on the water to full blast. A large jet of cold water runs down my back and I shiver from the temperature.
 
| Man |
 
I turn the temperature up to a heat I can tolerate and allow the water to drown my hair. I run one hand through it and curse when I get my fingers tangled up in it.
 
| I really need to do something about this. Maybe I should get a haircut? |
 
Carefully untangling my fingers, I rub shampoo into my hair for a few seconds before letting the water hit my hair again. Lathering shower gel over the rest of me, I sigh as I wonder what it would feel like to have Vegeta wash me instead.
 
| Man…I’ve really gotta stop thinking about him |
 
I turn the water temperature down to cold, making sure to hit all of my body until my arousal subsides. Sighing, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. I shake my head around to rid my hair of excess water and laugh as I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
 
| God…I look like a right mess |
 
I dry off the rest of my body and pick up the clean gi that I threw onto my bed. I dress myself quickly and rush outside into the cool morning air. The sun has bearly risen and I can see a large flock of gulls readying themselves for the start of a new morn.
 
I stretch all of my limbs to wake them up again as I proceed with my regular warm up. I yawn and try to keep myself awake but training on my own has certain limitations and I bore easily. I wish Vegeta would just show up every now and again like he used to…training was fun with him.
 
| Oh yes…lots of fun |
 
I shake my head to rid the images of Vegeta sparring with me. I know I shouldn’t be thinking like that, especially whilst training, but I can’t help it. Training doesn’t put my thoughts of him on hold…they just carry on, whenever or whatever the situation.
 
I sit down on the dew-covered grass and breathe in deeply.
 
| Why Vegeta? Why that arrogant Saiyan Prince who thinks he’s too good for anything or anyone? |
 
| You know why |
 
| I do |
 
| Yes…you do |
 
I stand up carefully and brush the dewdrops from my orange gi.
 
‘ I need something else to do…to rid him from my thoughts. Hey…I’ll go and visit Gohan!’
 
* * * * * * * * * * *
 
| Kakarott |
 
I’m laid on the sofa trying to keep my breathing at a steady pace…but failing.
 
| Why must that baka be in my mind all the time? Is there no escape?! |
 
I stand up quickly, grunting as I feel a sharp pain searing through my left-hand side.
 
| Ah…damn him! |
 
Walking over to the television box, I watch the happy stupid little humans fussing over what to do about sogly gly guy. In frustration, I slam one foot into the television and watch the glass shatter into a thousand pieces.
 
I smirk as I walk towards the front door, open it and slam it behind me.
 
* * * * * * * * * * *
 
A.N. There you go! The second chapter of Desire. Please review my fic!
 
Devilvidel