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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: 2

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 2

��Father�?�

The word was far away, but I felt my eyelids fluttering. I must have been awakening. There was movement beside me and I jerked in an involuntary reaction I hadn�t used in years.

A cool hand was placed on my forehead and the voice spoke again. My eyes opened fully, blinking back whatever was leaving me, and accompanied the sound with image. �Father?�

�T�� Surprisingly my voice didn�t want to work. It stopped and burned in my throat. The hand retreated and the face moved from my sight, coming back with a white tube clutched in his hands.

�Drink.�

I obeyed, as my burning throat allowed nothing else, draining the cup of water greedily. I swallowed a couple times, thankful that he waited. �What happened?�

He paused then, seemingly at a loss for words. Then he stared long and hard at me. �I really don�t know. Turtle Hermit Island is gone.�

I blinked, my eyes widening slightly. �What? How?�

He continued to hold my gaze, his blue eyes unnerving me. He was silent and I didn�t like it. �Well, brat, speak up! Islands don�t just vanish!�

My raised voice sent me into a fit of coughing. He again left my side, coming back with the cup refilled. I grabbed it as soon as it was held out and drained it again, this time choking on it and glaring at him.

He couldn�t help smiling. Sadist. �Got a little something stronger.�

�I�ll say.� I managed to talk around the burn in my throat that settled slowly and comfortably into the pit of my stomach. Being reminded that it was in existence, it growled loudly.

�Food.�

The one word carried a note of relief in it and I grabbed his arm as he tried to leave my side again. �What happened?�

He just shook his head, removing my hand from his arm. �After we eat.�

I could not deny my hunger; no Saiyan in his right mind could; and let him go. While he was gone, I peered around at my surroundings.

I was in his capsule house, the one he used for vacationing. It�s made for one, so I was in the only bed. I frowned as I saw the state I was in; naked, covered by a thin, white sheet. I lifted the sheets and peered at myself, making sure all parts were intact.

I made a surprised sound, fingering the long, red mark that ran vertically down my body, starting at the collarbone and going all the way down to twist around my left leg in a spiral all the way to the ankle. It didn�t hurt, but it was the strangest thing I�d ever seen. This must have been part of what I�d find out after.

I threw back the covers, exposing myself to sunlight that was peeping through the windows. According to that natural timepiece, it was around noon. I shrugged as I swung my legs over the side, experiencing momentary dizziness at the sudden movement.

I paused, letting my equilibrium regain itself. By the time it had, Trunks had returned with a cart full of food. He rolled it next to the nightstand beside the bed and sat down in the chair next to it. By the pillow and blanket stuffed into a corner of the seat, I�d say he�d been there all night.

My nose inhaled the fresh and warm scents from the cart, catching the smell of bread. Without preamble, I grabbed the loaf from the cart and ripped into with my hands, tearing off a good size chunk and ravaging it quickly. By the time I was finished, an amused-looking Trunks was handing me a plate-full of food.

He knew I love fresh-baked bread, so I ignored the smile and took the plate with a short nod. We both kept quiet as we ate our food, needing to concentrate since our fast pace made it difficult to keep ourselves neat. I hurried faster than normal, wanting to get to the bottom of this blank inside my mind.

I finished before he did and waited with my fingers tapping impatiently on my thigh. He ignored me and ate deliberately, stalling for time. I wondered what was so bad that he could not easily say it.

Finally, he finished and set the plate on the empty cart, staring at me from lowered lashes. �How much do you remember?�

I thought back, going past the blank spot to my last memory. �I remember having sex with your mother.� I grinned as an embarrassed flush covered his cheeks. Payback for the wait.

�Um, yeah�. Well, can you try to remember after that?�

I nodded, his face set so seriously and worried that I complied without conscious thought. Sex�climax�rest�sex�. Wait-a-minute.

We talked. We usually didn�t do that during sex, only after. She pulled away�. �What would you say if I told you there was someone else?�

I heard a hiss made through clenched teeth and realized it came from me. My power flickered to life around me and Trunks was immediately standing, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me slightly. �Dad!�

I blinked at him, focusing on the worried face, eyes shining with concern and not a little fear. �He teleported us to Kame House.�

It was not a question, but he still nodded. �I was there with Goten and Marron. Everyone else was out for the night.� I remembered, in an insane sidetrack, that when Master Roshi had died, he�d willed the island to baldy and his family.

�I destroyed it?� I suddenly wrenched out of his grasp, my hands holding my head momentarily as I stood and walked to the window. I let them drop and stared at nothing, aware that my son had risen behind me and approached me with caution�like one would toward a rabid animal.

I turned and watched as he stopped, staring at me with every hint of preparation for a fight. �I�m okay.� The words were short and terse, but he immediately relaxed, coming to stand before me.

�You should get a shower and get dressed. Meet me in the kitchen when you�re done and I�ll fix some tea. We can talk.�

Of course, I�m not the talking kind of person; but staring at him, seeing the boy inside his eyes, I knew he deserved to know things. Still, I had to ask, the words bitter leaving my mouth. �Didn�t he tell you anything?�

Trunks shook his head, shifting from one foot to the other. �After you blacked out, he just stared at me, told me to take care of you, and left. I was too busy to think to call him.�

My next words were clipped. �You wouldn�t have gotten him at home anyways.�

He cocked his head to one side and grinned, as if trying to lift my mood. �Take a shower, eh? You stink.�

I snorted and walked around him toward the shower. �Don�t fix me that mild tea crap. I want coffee, black.�

I heard his assent as I walked into the bathroom to try and ease tension that would never leave my body. I didn�t think the boy would mind if I took a long shower.

<* �*�*>

He was sitting at the table fidgeting with the teacup handle. I saw a steaming cup of coffee sitting opposite him and made my way towards it as he glanced up at the movement. I said nothing as I sat and sipped the coffee; silently thanking him for the �kick� in it; dressed in the black tank top and black slacks he left out for me. The boy had strange taste in clothes and I had no idea where he got them from. I preferred things a bit snugger on me.

He fidgeted as I took my time drinking the coffee. Finally, I decided to spare the boy any more anxiety and took a deep breath, setting down the cup. �Goten and Marron okay?�

He started, not expecting any questions, and nodded. �Goten got Marron out of there since he felt you first. I flew out just as everything exploded to see you powered up to Super Saiyan three.�

I stopped him then with words accompanied by a crooked grin. �Super Saiyan three, eh? Wonder what I looked like?�

He did not answer, eyeing me strangely. �Dad, what happened? What did mom say? Why are you so mad at Goku?�

My face twisted without my consent. �Don�t speak his name.� I took in a long breath, feeling my control slipping. At this rate we would be sipping our drinks in a crater. Best to just get this over with. �She and he have a relationship. She told me, he came over. I must�ve attacked him�.� I really didn�t think I needed to say anymore.

Trunks leaned back in his seat, almost knocking his cup off the table. His face was leeched of all color and he seemed to have forgotten to breathe. I knew the feeling. Perhaps I shouldn�t have just dropped the topic like that, but I didn�t think I could�ve done it any other way.

We sat there in silence for a few moments, each of us working through this in our own way. Trunks� was denial. Takes after me in more than just looks it seems.

�You heard wrong. Mom wouldn�t say anything like that. She and�he are good friends, but that� No, you heard wrong.� His voice was almost desperate.

My own voice was laced with anger, though I understood what he was going through. I�m not one to like being doubted. �I know what I heard, brat. She�� I choked, all her words coming back to me, and watched as Trunks leaned forward, forgetting his own denial as something twisted and insane crossed my face.

�Dad? Come on, dad. Breathe.�

I wasn�t breathing? I took in a breath and felt coolness sweep over my body. Hm, I wasn�t breathing. �I�m not going to argue with you over this. Go over and see for yourself.�

He leaned back in his seat, his eyes watching me. I needed to distract him. The boy was as perceptive as she. �What happened after you saw me?�

He took a deep breath, obviously needing the distraction as much as I did, even if the reason for the story was what we were trying to escape. �He was nowhere in sight, but you were in the sky, screaming and powered up so high I couldn�t reach you.�

He looked away. �He came out of the water then, yelling at you, but you didn�t hear him, or couldn�t hear him. He powered up to Super Saiyan three, but he still couldn�t get near you. He saw me and yelled at me to try. So I did and somehow I got to you. I grabbed you and threw you down onto what was left of the island. I tried to talk to you�. Finally I think you just drained yourself. You lost consciousness. I brought you back here.�

I stared for a moment. �You�re able to go Super Saiyan three?�

Trunks shook his head. �That was the strange thing. I wasn�t even powered up and I still managed to get to you.�

I shrugged, since he obviously wanted to know how that was possible. I had no idea. I took a drink of my coffee again, gulping it dry all the way to the dredges. Figures the boy would give me the last of the pot. I grimaced and put the cup aside. His next words surprised me, yet they shouldn�t have. �You�re leaving?�

The boy was as perceptive as she. �Yes. I won�t be coming back.�

He nodded, standing and taking his and my cup to the sink. He talked with his back to me. �Want company?�

Some part of me managed to be appreciative of the question. �No. They need you here. The others will want to know what happened and I�ll need someone to take my side when they start dirtying my name.�

He turned back to me, leaning back on the counter. �They�ll understand.�

I shook my head, sneering. �Doubtful.�

He sighed, one of those long-suffering sighs she gave me, but said nothing. It made me scowl at him. �Wanna spar?�

I shook my head shortly, sinking into the chair to cross legs at the ankles and cup my hands on my stomach. He raised a brow then, seeming to realize the seriousness of the situation if I was turning down a fight. I had a weak hold on my control as it was. Fighting would break it entirely.

My position reminded me of the mark on my body, and I straightened, peeling my shirt up and pointing at the red line. �What�s this?�

He shook his head. �I have no idea. I saw it this morning, but it didn�t seem to bother you.�

I shrugged, letting the shirt fall back over my stomach. �Great. Another mystery. Just what I need.�

�What do you need, dad?�

He seemed genuinely concerned. Who was I kidding? He was genuinely concerned. �I need a ship out of here. I want to leave today.�

He nodded. �I can get you one by this evening. How many weeks worth of supplies you need? Anything you want to take with you?�

He was asking if I wanted anything to take with me�. I couldn�t stop the chuckle that escaped my lips and stifled it at his look. He was realizing just how loose my control was. �No. There�s nothing there I want. Give me a week�s worth of supplies.�

He raised one brow, pushing off the counter to stand before me. �That won�t get you anywhere. You should take at least two weeks��

�One week.� My voice brooked no argument, but he looked like he was going to give one anyways. �One week. I know of planets you can�t hope to learn of, brat. That�s all the stuff I�ll need.�

He frowned, but he shut his mouth, which was the desired result. �What�ll you do while I�m gone?�

Now it was my turn to frown at the fact that he didn�t trust me. Okay, I�d destroyed an island and I wasn�t exactly sane at the moment. Still�I was his father. �Plot how to teach you respect.�

He grinned at that, not at all taking me seriously. Presumptuous brat. �Train.� He raised a brow again and I scowled, wanting to shove myself further into the chair. I could train, but not spar? He had a good point. �Watch movies.� Again the eyebrow. I only liked violent movies. I made a sound of aggravation and he supplied me with the answer.

�Go visit Piccolo.�

Of course, I stood at this, causing him to have to back up. �What? I�m not going to see that Namek! What in the world could he do�� I paused and my face darkened as his grin widened.

�Exactly.�

I sneered. �Fine, but don�t blame me if they�re little green parts scattered everywhere when you return.�

He nodded, as if I haven�t just promised the green bean�s death. �I�ll be back at sundown.�

I returned the nod, heading for the door after him.

He spared me one last glance as he took off, the look warming me as it irked me at the same time. I was not a child. I could take care of myself.

I could�ve sworn I heard myself laughing in my head as I took off toward the Namek�s regular spot.

<* �*�*>

The Namek finally snorted and opened one eye from his meditative stance in front of �his� waterfall. �What?�

I smirked, trying to pull my old cloak back around my shoulders as I floated in front of him. Surprisingly, it almost worked. �I�m bored. I want to bug you.�

Piccolo snorted again and opened up the other eye. �Go bug Goku. He�ll be able to take it better.�

Despite myself, my power flared and I felt a growl in the back of my throat. Piccolo came to attention then, his eye ridges rising to stare curiously at me. I snorted myself, carefully powered down, and glanced away. My face took on a decidedly eerie sneer and I lowered myself to the water�s surface, the Namek watching me sharply. With a simple slap of my hand, I sent water spraying toward the other, soaking him to the bone.

I heard snarling and watched as he uncurled himself, holding out his arms from his sopping wet self. I laughed at his expense. Of course, he wasn�t pleased. �What the hell was that for?�

I smirked, moving just a little to the side in case he decided to attack me. �You looked hot. Thought you could use some cooling off.�

He smirked right back at me and I narrowed my eyes. They widened as something huge and wet washed over me from behind. I stood there, sputtering water from my lips, and watched as the water below me calmed from the giant wave the Namek washed over me with just a thought. �Hm, returned the favor.�

I glared up at him, knowing the effect was ruined since I was now assuming the pose he had. He was back to his meditative position, clothes dry. Well, that sucked.

I growled, but it lacked the rage of the earlier one. He seemed to notice this and I cursed mentally. Maybe this wasn�t such a good idea.

�That you last night?�

Ah, million dollar question. �Yes. I decided to do some construction.�

He raised one eye ridge. �You mean deconstruction. Left Krillin, Eighteen, and Marron without a home.�

I shrugged, looking as disinterested as I felt. Boohoo. �They can move. Place was old anyways.�

�Uh huh.� The way he said the words made me grit my teeth. The nerve of the Namek. �So, done pestering me?�

I gritted my teeth harder and forced the words out. �Not until sundown.�

He nodded, as if he knew exactly why. �As long as we�re done with the wet t-shirt contest�. Let me meditate and we�ll leave each other alone.�

I looked away and floated down to where the shore met the water, near to the roaring of the waterfall to drown out my thoughts. I spent probably about twenty minutes just staring into the water before I stripped naked and jumped in.

I dove quickly below the blue depths, touching the sandy bottom and picking up a few rocks before resurfacing. The Namek had one eye opened in irritation and I smirked up at him, throwing without any warning.

He let out a vivid curse as he deflected the projectile, glaring at my chuckle. �I thought we agreed to leave each other alone!� His angry growl made the day that much brighter.

�I never agreed to that, Namek. You should know me by now.�

He humphed and folded his arms across his chest. �No one knows you, Vegeta. You don�t let anyone know you.�

I frowned, slowly rising naked from the water and not caring at my state. �Is that so? You want to know me, Namek? Fine, you�re telepathic. Free sneak peek.�

Both his eyes ridges rose and he uncrossed his body, approaching me with a gaze that scanned me as if I�d just proven him right about no one knowing me. Maybe Trunks shouldn�t have given me the alcohol�.

The green bean stopped just inches from me, studying me closely. �You�re drunk.�

I shrugged. �So? You want to know, find out. I�m not responsible for the consequences.�

He floated back slightly. �Consequences?� He spat out the word as if it was a physical threat.

I smirked wickedly. �Permanent physiological damage, insanity, things along those lines. If I wanted you dead, Namek, you�d be a corpse.�

He stared at me for another long moment and I felt myself growing impatient. Finally he moved again and placed a green hand on my forehead. I jumped slightly at the feel of his cool skin on my heated one, but remained still, watching as his facial expression turned from placid to disbelief to something I couldn�t decipher. The hand left my head and he floated back, assuming his lotus position. �Join me?�

I stared at him incredulously before throwing back my head and shrieking with laughter. After a few minutes of the continued sound grating on my ears, my head came back down and the laughter died to chuckles and snorts that were a bit too uncontrolled for my liking. He did not look pleased, but he didn�t look as if he blamed me for my reaction either. �That bad of a trip, eh? What was it like, Namek? I�ve never been scanned�.�

He ignored the mocking tone of voice and answered as if I was actually curious. �Chaotic, ordered chaos. You have too many motives and it�s too twisted in there. I saw your most recent memories�.�

I chuckled again. The joys of alcohol that hit a bit too late� �Ah, so you saw the scene were I imagined how they��

He stopped my next word. �Yes, but it was just that. Imagination.�

I wagged a finger in the air somewhere in the vicinity of his face. �But imagination is a powerful thing.�

He nodded, taking me quite seriously considering my buzz. �It can be, if you let it. I�m imagining punching Trunks right now for giving you alcohol.�

I chuckled and mimicked his position, crossing my legs and arms over themselves and smirking. �I usually don�t drink it. I have very little tolerance for it.�

He sighed, reaching forward before I could move, and placing both his hands on either side of my temple, pressing there with his fingers. Everything faded to blissful white.

<* �*�*>

��should be coming out of it any time. You owe me. I�m not a babysitter. Especially not for drunk Saiyans.�

I heard my son�s voice answer Piccolo�s as I come out of the white space I had floated in to find myself still above the waterfall in the lotus position; fully clothed via Namekian powers; feeling as if I hadn�t moved in hours. �I didn�t know two cups would do that to him. How was I supposed to know he didn�t drink?�

Trunks was looking bewilderedly at a peeved Piccolo who was watching the setting sun with a glare. Setting sun�I had been in this position for hours.

�Considering the man prides himself on his contro��

�Would you two stop talking about me as if I�m not here? Trunks, is it ready?�

Both warriors looked at me with comic displays of surprise that I would�ve found amusing had I not been quite so pissed at the moment. I couldn�t believe I�d been that�uncontrolled.

Piccolo smirked at me; mocking the very thing I was angry at myself with; as Trunks answered. His voice was subdued somehow. �Yeah. It�s back at my capsule house.�

I nodded shortly, mentally noting to put some kind of green thing up in the ship to have target practice on. �Good. Let�s go.�

Trunks nodded, giving Piccolo what looked to be an apologetic look. I did not wait for them, blasting off toward his capsule house. A few minutes later Trunks caught up to me. �What the hell did he do to me?� I growled out the words without looking at Trunks.

He shrugged, glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes. �He said you let him look inside your mind. He didn�t like what he saw so he thought it best to put you under a meditative state since you wouldn�t go into one voluntarily.�

I cursed colorfully for a few minutes in my own language as I landed in front of the ship, waiting and opened for me. �Never trust a Namek, son.�

He seemed to calm down then, though I still noticed a tense state to his muscles. I turned to him, trapping him with my eyes. �What happened?�

The next words he said were told with eyes that glimmered and a voice that sounded small; too small to be my son�s voice. �You were right.�

I wanted to snort and say of course I was, but his look stopped me. The boy was heartbroken. I didn�t know what he was thinking or what he expected. This obviously was the last thing he saw coming. I just settled for a nod, turning slightly to start up the ramp.

His voice halted me, a bit stronger this time, sounding more like he was related to me again. �Why are you leaving? Why don�t you kill him? I know you want to, dad. I see it in your eyes. Piccolo saw it in your mind.�

�Vegeta, I love him.�

I turned back to him, walking down the ramp and folding his startled form in the second hug I have ever given him. �Was she happy?�

I felt him nod hesitantly against my shoulder, his own arms coming around me. He needed this as much as I then.

�That�s why. I won�t be coming back. Contact me only under the direst of emergencies. I mean it. Only if an emergency occurs.� I released him and stepped back, going backwards up the ramp to keep him in sight.

He nodded in answer, his face slightly turned to hide unshed tears I knew were in his eyes. The boy hid as much from me as she could; nothing.

�Hold yourself with dignity, Trunks Vegeta Briefs.� His head snapped up at his full name, blue eyes wide. It was my last look at him as the ramp slid up and the door closed.

A/N: Flashback done�for now. Well, irony is�this has happened. In my own family. Yep, just call me Trunks�. Lol I *love* irony. ^_~ Well, next chapter would be�Earth. What�s changed in twenty-five years? Well, there�s a huge twist coming up. That�s where I�m expecting the flames�. Go ahead. I�ve got marshmallows now! Lol Hey! If your from fanfiction.net, it would be nice to let me know you guys are reading! Lol

Manga: Angst is my specialty! Hm, yes, she is nuts. I supposed we�ll just have to read and find out what in the world she was thinking? ^_~

Sam: Would you believe I like Bulma? Lol

Elvia: Talk about your ego boost! Thank you so much! That made my day! Ah, when I get out the other odd-pairing story, I wouldn�t recommend reading it. Lol *blush* Wow! Thanks.

Wawashkeshi: roflmbo Why is it everybody thinks *I* have an idea where�s it�s going? I just �write on the fly�. Thinking ahead is reserved for essays! Lol

Dragon: Well, well. Thanks for reading�. Finally! ^_~ I�m glad I could get you reading one of my obsessions at least. Your compliments mean much to me! ^_^

Lillithan: Everyone seems to like this idea�. And here I thought I�d get flames. *shrugs* But the worst is yet to come�. ^_^

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Lillithan: Everyone seems to like this idea�. And here I thought I�d get flames. *shrugs* But the worst is yet to come�. ^_^

Lillithan: Everyone seems to like this idea�. And here I thought I�d get flames. shrugs But the worst is yet to come�. ^_^