A tiny twist in time | By : thePrincesJewel Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“Krillin,
don’t. Please.”
Krillin
wavered.
“Please,
Krillin.”
Agony.
Worse than the sword stabbed through him when he was only a baby, worse than
the pain he’d endured when escaping the exploding wreckage of his homeworld.
His power flared to combat the pain without his knowledge, exploding the
limiters his father’s scientists had designed. He didn’t notice, too lost in
the pain that filled every inch of his being. He didn’t notice his ascension to
Super Saiyan when it happened, didn’t realize how his power doubled and doubled
again as the pain only increased.
Waves
of glowing blond hair cascaded over his shoulders, burying his contorted form
beneath its mass. He flailed; uncontrollable bursts of power leaving splayed
hands. Explosions ripped from a powerful golden muzzle, destroying the remains
of the building that had housed him.
Feral,
red-rimmed eyes sought the source of his pain, saw nothing save the planet
itself as another wave shot through him. He roared, screamed in defiance and
pain, blasting the planet from existence. As when he had been only a child, his
power protected him from the worst of the explosion, propelled him towards a
safe place.
The
pain ended, finally. Brolli fell, completely spent, to crash into the earth of
the world his over-stressed senses had found to shelter him. He laid, stunned
by the fall, confused by the events he couldn’t yet understand, and waited for
his father to come find and help him.
He
didn’t know he’d killed the man.
Turles
woke from a sound sleep to a pain unlike anything he’d ever felt. Unlike
Brolli, however, he recognized the agony for what it was and the opportunity it
represented – an opportunity he would consider if the pain ever stopped. He
fought against the pain, his own power rising to fight it. Simple Saiyan
instinct, to overpower what hurt. The wry thought was the last thing he
remembered. His body gave into the pain moments before he would have ascended
for the first time, luckily for his ship.
Goku
couldn’t respond to his son’s shrill scream. His battered, broken body
contorted entirely against his will, further injuring torn muscles and
shattered bones. He could barely draw enough breath to breath, yet each
hard-won panting gasp came out a pained cry, without enough air to be a proper
scream.
He
mustered his will, trying to force the uncontrolled flailing of his broken
limbs to move him towards his son in spite of his pain. Instead, he managed to
maneuver himself to see his prior opponent. Vegeta’s battered, bloody body was
the last thing Goku saw before his world went white.
The
newest Super Saiyan’s utter brokenness was the only thing that kept him from
going to the prince. His shock and horror grew with his power and his pain, but
it was the sudden stabbing knowledge that his son had just died that triggered
his jump to the third ascension. Power alone lifted him; sheer will carried his
broken body to his son’s side, the mass of his hair completely covering the
child’s body.
“Goku?”
The
voice triggered something deep within him, something long dormant. He
transformed, tail sprouting and anchoring him to the ground, even as he managed
to use the burst to curl protectively around Gohan’s body, protecting it from
the one coming cautiously closer. Red-rimmed eyes filled with tears looked down
at his son’s body.
“Goku?
Is… what happened?”
“You
killed him.” His voice was rough with physical and emotional pain, more of a
growl than a voice at all.
“I
had to, Goku. He would have killed us all if I’d let him live.”
“No,
Vegeta is still alive.”
“What?!”
came the horrified yelp. He heard the running footsteps as the little monk went
to check on the Saiyan prince. A moment later, the pain ebbed to the
aftereffects of the fight.
Red
fur bristled as Krillin returned. “He’s dead now, Goku. We won’t have to worry
about him again. What happened, though? Why are you all… furry? Will it go
away? Chi-Chi’ll have a worm if she sees you like that!”
Goku
sighed. With the last of his strength, he pulled his tail into the safe
confines of the tattered gi. His tail, at least had been spared any breaks. The
transformation dropped, leaving Goku his normal-looking self. “I don’t know.
Maybe it was because he really was who he said he was, the prince of the
Saiyans. Does it matter? Gohan’s dead.”
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