Spiral

Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am making no profit from this work of fanfiction.

Warnings: Rated R for language, blood, pain and violence. If you don’t care for that sort of thing, don’t read any more of this story. The chapters get progressively worse and more offensive.

I think it fair to warn everyone that this story is going into squick land. There will be some very offensive subjects such as: Water sports or Golden showers (urination or pee) Asphyxiation (choking) and slight Scat, (this means stool, as in poop.). Along with the milder BDSM (bondage [tied up], sadistic/masochism [I like giving pain/I like receiving pain]). Implied Snuff, (people being killed during sex.) NC (Non-consensual sex, more strongly known as rape.)

And finally yaoi lemon: men having sex with men. K/V.

Again a grateful THANK YOU goes to Chibi Vegeta for betaing this tough story for me. Thank you c_v ! You’ve done a wonderful job!



Chapter 2 – Flint, Pyrite and a Powder Keg

“Fusion,” Vegeta said and watched the as the third class’s manifestation of arrogance change to confusion in 2 seconds flat.

“Oh, Hi Vegeta, I didn’t realize I was so close,” Goku laughed. He dusted invisible things from Vegeta’s shoulders, and then backed away entirely as Vegeta swatted at his hands. “I must not have been able to transmit straight to a ki ball.” His arm went behind his head in his usual nervous gesture.

“I wasn’t able to sustain it as long as I had hoped. I’ll have to practice that first, and then we’ll see if you can transmit to it. I am certain it will only take a tweaked form of my power ball technique. It just doesn’t need the gamma rays involved,” Vegeta assured Goku.

“That’s great to hear Vegeta!” Goku was thrilled Vegeta hadn’t given up totally on the idea.

Vegeta hit the button to open up the door and Goku asked, “What are we doing now?”

Vegeta had to stop his immediate comment. He had told ‘Kakarott’ they were going to spar outside, and ‘Goku’ wasn’t supposed to remember anything that Kakarott had been involved in. “I thought we would go outside to spar.”

Goku wanted to shout his approval, but decided it against it; Vegeta never had been a fan of his emotional outbursts. “Thanks, Vegeta. Where should we go?”

“I was thinking the usual place. No sense in tearing up another landscape when we’ve already done it there,” Vegeta suggested.

“Okay! How about if I meet you there? If I stop by my place and fill a couple of capsules with food, then I won’t have to call a long time out to go find some later.” Goku didn’t wait for a response from Vegeta as he just took off.

Vegeta shook his head, but he did like the plan. He decided he would go and fill a couple of capsules himself, but not all of them would be food.

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Goku made it to the usual place before Vegeta did. He didn’t know what to think about that, but he shrugged it off, and put a pack on the ground next to one of the few boulders in the area. Hopefully Vegeta and he could remember not to shoot a ki beam in its direction.

He didn’t have to wait long before he felt Vegeta’s ki approaching. He estimated they had at least three hours before the sun went down. There would be plenty of time to for a good work out.

Vegeta landed close to Goku and placed a pack next to the one already leaning up against the boulder. “I thought it was a good idea. Plus I added a tent and a couple of sleeping rolls; just in case.”

Goku was surprised at this. He did not mind camping, but it usually took weeks to convince Vegeta to stay over night anywhere with him. “I wish I had known; I could’ve told Chichi,” Goku said, trying to explain his shocked reaction.

“Live a little Kakarott,” Vegeta said and then shrugged.

Goku chuckled at that. “Are you ready?”

Vegeta chuckled back, leaning down, looking as though he was adjusting a his boot, but when he came back up, he threw dirt in Goku’s face. “Sure, are you?”

The larger sayian spit and wiped out his eyes. “Oh, we’re going to have that kind of spar.”

He heard Vegeta’s laughter a ways off. “Yep, all the dirty tricks in the book, and you just got taken by one of the oldest.”

“Well you could have warned me!”

“Then what kind of fun would it have been to have pulled that one over on you?”

Goku growled, finally getting most of the dirt out of his eyes with the aid of a few tears. “Well, you won’t be able to say I didn’t warn you when you are a bleeding lump of pain smudged along the ground.”

Vegeta tried not to laugh to the point of distraction: as ‘Goku’ those words where an empty threat, and they both knew it. “Promises, promises Kakarott.” He whispered to himself as awaited the other’s first attack. It was fast, and undetected until it was too late. Goku had I.T.’d behind him, and already had him in a headlock. “This is a spar Kakarott, not a wrestling match.”

“Fine,” Goku said, wrapping one of his legs around one of Vegeta’s and tugging the smaller one off balance. He used the momentum of the fall to press Vegeta’s face into the dirt. “I hope you packed senzu, ‘cause you’re going to need ‘em.”

Vegeta growled and quickly levered himself off of the ground, sweeping out a kick, which Goku dodged, on his way up.

Both sayians fell into defensive, calculating crouches: both of them waiting for the other to make the first move. Goku was the one to do so, using his reach to strike at Vegeta’s head while still having a couple inches of safety. Well, at least from Vegeta’s arms. Vegeta deflected the blow with a counter strike. While Goku was pulling his arm back, Vegeta stepped into the void and delivered a heel kick into the underside of his opponent’s chin.

The kick sent Goku into the air, but he was quick to respond to his new surroundings, and used his ki to avoid gravity’s snare. “Damn Vegeta,” he said while he brought his hand up to his jaw, working the hinge back and forth, “You sure are flexible.”

Vegeta came at Goku from the ground. “Stop sending complements, start trading blows!” He demonstrated by sending hand strike combos as fast as he could. Goku kept up with relative ease, blocking most, letting a couple get through, and then trading some of his own. His enjoyment of the process was brought to a quick end when Vegeta gave him a swift, dirty kick.

Gravity cheerfully claimed him back to the ground where it thought he belonged. Goku could not help but cover his self with his hands, praying for the pain to go away at the same time cursing Vegeta. “That was low, even for you, you asshole.”

“Oh, I don’t know, I think I am capable of going even lower,” Vegeta replied, kicking Goku in his exposed ribs. He wanted Kakarott to loose his patience. He was looking for the truth behind what the other sayian had said earlier when Vegeta had had him mesmerized, but he still was not seeing what was supposed to be lurking underneath.

That was it! Goku usually took Vegeta’s taunting as just that: words. It seemed this time the little prick really did want to play dirty. Goku used his anger to forget his pain, and screamed in rage while he transformed into the first level of super sayian.

Vegeta was quick to do likewise, but not quick enough to evade the kick that connected with the side of his head. Goku did not pull the blow, but instead followed through with the contact, making sure Vegeta was planted straight into the ground rather than letting the kinetic energy make him skip along it.

The sayian prince saw little winking lights for a moment, then his eyes started to focus. Before he pulled himself out of the depression his body had made, he noticed the oddity of seeing only dirt out of one eye and horizon out of the other. He rolled as he felt a tell-tale shift in the air. Goku’s foot came down directly where his chest would have been. The taller one’s foot sunk the earth another six inches in a very condensed diameter.

Vegeta recognized it for what it was. That was a killing blow. He smirked, it looked as though he had Kakarott more riled up than he usually did. “Now, now Kakarott. We’re playing dirty, not for keeps.” Then he fired a ki blast towards the other’s face. He followed it to its destination as the ball did exactly what it was meant to accomplish, a distraction. As Goku deflected the energy attack, Vegeta was able to get behind him and deliver a perfect elbow strike straight to the other’s unprotected spine.

It was almost comical to watch as Goku’s body contorted one way to compensate for the unexpected pain, but fell in completely the opposite direction as the momentum from the hit carried his body. “You son-of-a-bitch,” he commented as he rolled off of his stomach and onto his back. He sat up as fast as he could, when that position had not helped sensory matters at all.

“Let’s not bring our mothers into this. I wouldn’t know a slang word for a test tube any way,” Vegeta taunted as he backed up, giving himself some space to set up a good defensive stance on even ground.

The third-class hissed as he stood up, but once he was on his feet he charged without further delay. He feinted the beginnings of a roundhouse kick, and when Vegeta opened himself up readying to block it, Goku punched him in the side of the head. Goku’s knuckles connected with Vegeta’s cheekbone, and slid into his nose.

Vegeta felt a burning rhythm in his cheek, and new it to be instantly bruised. He dodged out of range, fingers coming up to the bridge of his nose. He had just enough time to tweak the cartilage back into place, his hands coming away covered in his own blood, before Goku punched him straight in the chest.

The strike would have usually sent him way from his opponent, but Vegeta had the presence of mind to wrap his still elevated hands around the others over extended wrist.

Goku had a very fixed stance when he had made the strike, so other than the tug at his arm he was not thrown off balance much. Unfortunately, it would have been better for him if he had flowed with the movement, instead of resisting it.

Vegeta locked his fingers of one hand with those of Goku’s, lifted himself off the ground with a bit of ki manipulation. He kicked Goku’s closest leg out on his way up, and wrapped the other around the arm he had a hold of on the way down.

“FUCK!” Goku screamed into the ground as muscles tore in his shoulder and bicep. Vegeta kept his hold, torqueing on the arm a little more as Goku gasped in pain. There was no way he could reach his attacker with his other arm or legs. He could not even lever his self up with his free arm with out tearing the muscles more, or totally popping his shoulder out of socket. He finally saw the flaw in Vegeta’s hold, and crushed the fingers twined with his.

Vegeta screamed as his metacarpals and lower phalanges were ground together into a useless mass that was only contained by his skin. In retribution he twisted his opponent’s arm with his leg and good hand while he stood up, dislocating it. He stepped away from his rival, cradling his now useless hand with his good one.

Goku did not scream, but he did lay on the ground, panting, trying to get his mind to focus else where, anywhere. “What… are you trying to pull…Vegeta? This has gone too far,” he said, trying to reason with the other.

Vegeta fell to his knees, also panting, trying to convince his body that it didn’t need both hands. “No, not far enough,” he said, masochistically. He took a quick breath, before saying one word, “Repent.”

There was a moment of stillness from Goku’s body, and then piercing aqua eyes turned to face Vegeta. “What did that bitch let you do to him?”

“Nothing he didn’t pay back in full, and then some,” Vegeta assured the other.

“So much power in this body. You should have never been able to pull that off. He let you. The sick little fucker,” Kakarott said as he rolled onto his side and spat at the ground. He levered himself into as sitting position, watching Vegeta the whole time. Then he took hold of his injured arm with his good hand, gave it a twisting sort of tug, grimaced at the self induced pain, and let the shoulder joint slowly align back up into its proper location.

“Well,” Kakarott said, rotating his neck, “I can assure you that I have no intentions of letting you do anything. You’re going to have to work in order to mark me.”

Vegeta smirked again, something dark and unsettled in his eyes, “I know.” He lifted his good hand up with a finger facing his opponent and shouted, “Gallic Gun!” Kakarott flattened himself to the ground, making the ki attack miss him by a hair’s width. He smelt burnt air as the ki faded.

The smaller sayian jumped back to his feet, holding his useless hand against his body, pulling the other arm up in his usual starting stance. “Dance with me.”

“My privilege,” Kakarott said as he got to his feet. It was going to take a little time getting used to having full range of this body any way. There was no reason he could not play with the Prince of Nothingness while he adjusted.

Kakarott noticed Vegeta’s hedged pose immediately, “So,” he said in a conversational tone, at the same time he stepped closer to his adversary, “Why would he let you do anything to him?”

Vegeta moved clockwise, “He doesn’t share our concept of power,” he said with in disgust, “He thinks it should be used to protect the weak, rather than subjugate them.”

Kakarott thought about Vegeta’s words as he continued to circle. “You do know you are weaker than him, I, don’t you?”

Vegeta felt a flush of anger and embarrassment come to his face at the painful truth, “Don’t rub my nose in it.”

Kakarott raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what exactly Vegeta’s game was, “You’ve willingly brought me to the fore…” he said, trying to think about it out loud, “For what reason?” The answer lingered on the edge of his awareness, but was just not willing to show its self fully.

“Because I’m more of a sick little fucker than he is?” Vegeta suggested. It felt so good to say it out loud.

That response brought Kakarott to a sudden halt, “You wish to be subdued?”

“I am willing to let you try,” Vegeta stated.

Kakarott laughed, “It’s no fucking contest Vegeta.” He pointed a finger in the smaller sayian’s direction and let go a volley of ki blasts at his feet.

Vegeta skipped away from the energy blasts. “Then don’t toy with me!” He shouted, sending back a return round of shots.

Kakarott jumped into the air, zigzagging away from the annoying blasts. When he had his bearings, he deflected one right back in Vegeta’s direction, adding a bit more ki to it as he bounced it back.

It collided with the ground in front of Vegeta causing a good-sized crater from the impact. Vegeta lost his footing, but before he hit the ground with his own momentum, Kakarott had descended close enough to land a kick into the stomach for good measure.

Vegeta coughed up blood as Kakarott’s foot continued to grind on his internal organs. He grabbed at the leg with his good hand and tried to pull it away. When that proved futile, he swiftly brought a leg up to wrap it around the one drilling into his body, and gave a good yank.

Kakarott was hauled off of his feet by the tactic. He was quick to recuperate though: something Vegeta was not able to match. Kakarott had Vegeta by his hair before the smaller sayian could recover.

Vegeta tried to disentangle himself from the hold with his good hand. He found it was a terrible mistake to do so when Kakarott grabbed a hold of his arm just below the elbow, and twisted. All of the force used to push bones sideways and tear ligaments. Vegeta howled in pain, and brought his other elbow up into Kakarott’s side, the force of the blow jarring his broken hand. The smaller sayian ended up hurting himself more than he did Kakarott, and whimpered.

“I take my conclusion back,” Kakarott whispered in his ear. “You don’t just wish to be cowed, you wish to be abused.” He brought his hand across his body, grabbed Vegeta’s collarbone, and brought his fingers and palm together by brute strength. Vegeta screamed in total agony.

“My fucked up little prince; where did you learn such un-sayian behavior?” Were the last things Vegeta heard before he was swallowed up in blissful darkness.


~o0o~