Much Like Suffocating | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:
A.
If I owned the show (DBZ), dontcha think you’d be watching the smut
instead of just reading it? (Insert
standard disclaimer here: I don’t own
Vegeta, Goku, (any other characters mentioned herein) or the show they came
from DBZ DBGT or just plain DB.)
B.
ALL RIGHTY. *rubs hands
together and looks up terms for the list of warnings: * Sadly, this is AU, but folks, don’t run away
already screaming. You can read
it. I swear It’ll be chocked full of
lemony goodness. LEMONS (Not talking
about the fruit here, either. I’m
talking about the sex ones; although how did it come to be a ‘lemon’
anyway?) Homosexuality (er…duh.) Also (warnings I’ve never used before!
Gasp): bondage, shady professions, and
graphic descriptions. (Hopefully graphic
anywho.) Also, dirty language
doubtlessly. DARK. BAD THINGS HAPPEN HERE FOLKS.
C.
As always I strive to keep folk in character even when they are not
‘themselves’ in the canon-sense. If
you’re reading this and you’re like they are so not in character, give it a
chappie or two and see if you still think that.
I tried very hard not to write this. I batted it down and tried to starve the
bunny (the plot bunny) until it went away.
And you see how far that got me.
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Goku
knew the way to the intake room as well as he knew the way around the ship that
he had been trapped on for ten years.
Knew it because more often than not, during his stay here, he had been
the one sent to clean up the new acquisitions.
Saw them when they were freshly tortured or freshly implanted with the
device and just realizing what they were going to be doing. Rose his fists and
then brought them down, stabbed out with that power and dented the very stone
they stood on.
Freiza
smirked. “Do you still love your Daddy
now?”
Goten
was panting while his back—which was a crisscrossed mess of lashes—was being
washed clean by Trunks. The two of them
were exhausted. The sluggish movements
made them seem like badly coordinated puppets, and their eyes were ringed with
black. The ex of of their powers
appeared to have been reached, because they were barely even alive at this
point.
And
Goku was sitting on the floor with Bulma in his lap, quietly holding her as she
blinked and tried to regain her sense of what was real. Had a crooked scar across her neck and one
on her arm just below the elbow where she had tried to dig out the vein. Eventually, she managed to blink herself
into coherency and she looked at Goten.
“Sorry,” she said sleepily, “I don’t remember who you are.”
“Goten,”
he said. Gave her a tired wave with his
un-lashed hand.
She
nodded. “What happened to you?”
“The
Juro Gods happened to me, dear,” he said.
Must have sensed the question in her mind, because he sighed a little
and said: “Because I share their blood that puts me under their dominion. I piss them off because my father raped one
of their holy children—you might not have a clue about it, but there were two
twins of Devlin who were blessed by the Gods themselves who descended to kiss
their pretty little foreheads. Well the
second twin had a daughter and that girl was on the Juro Moon away station when
my father caught her and raped her.
Now, she’s a holy one, so naturally the Gods decided that someone needed
to be punished. Everyone else involved
is dead—that’s a story for a different night—and thusly I am the only one left
to punish. Whenever I use my powers
they inform me just how much I should be dead.”
Bulma
blinked again, had tears in her eyes.
“That’s horrible,” she whispered, “I’m so sorry.”
Goten
gave her a little grin in response.
“You should be sleeping, you’ve got to get your strength back.”
She
nodded at him, and he wiped her mind clear of thought, let her drift into a
natural sleep and she went completely lax against Goku. Who picked her up and moved to carry her
upstairs, but Chichi returned, stopped him by saying. “Please leave her here.
I’ll make her a web, it will only take a few moments.” Then she crawled up onto the wall, crouched
in one of the more rounded corners and set about weaving a rather large web,
reinforced it twice, and then when she was satisfied, crawled away from it. Allowed Goku to put Bulma in the new web.
“Don’t
worry about me, Princess,” Goten said, “I’m going to put on a lot of clothes
and take over Trunks’ web.”
Vegeta
snorted. “Tomorrow we decide who we
fight and how.” Then he started up the
stairs, felt Goten’s hand in his mind, and turned, looked at the blackened eyes
of the mix-breed. Looked at his stained
mouth, thought of what he said about how those fucking Gods tortured him for
using the powers that were rightfully his, didn’t pity him, but admired that
strength deeply. Vowed within his own mind
to one day find a way to release Goten from the Juro Gods’ wrath.spanspan>
(Thanks.)
Was the little voice in his mind.
Then
there was silence, a deep silence as they tucked themselves into their own
private corners, as Goku followed him up the stairs, and stood there, waited
while Trunks gathered up Goten’s clothes and told them to sleep well. That deep silence was the same up here,
where Goku looked at him intently, where he burned and shook with the same sort
of strange emotion that had gripped Vegeta.
Because they weren’t afraid of Freiza’s little house, they had gone, had
stood and seen Trunks work his ‘beautiful symphony’ of death. Goku had faced Freiza himself, and here they
stood.
Themselves.
Still
free.
But
there was that strangeness, the heaviness of their limbs, and Vegeta felt the
anger in his own chest that rolled off Goku.
How dare that maggot bastard make them feel anything. How dare they cringe in the memory of what
was done. He looked at Goku, watched
him, stared at him, waited for him to move forward and when he didn’t, Vegeta
moved first.
Didn’t
break that deep silence as he met Goku’s anger with his own. Wrapped himself around the taller one the
same way Goku sought him, wrapped him up in his arms and kissed him. Really kissed him in a way only those that
knew the horror could. And the silence
burned all around them, the wounded and the powerful hid downstairs because
they had se hor horror that they could not understand, and up here, where he
tore at Goku’s clothes and felt his own being shed, the nightmare had never
died.
It
was still real, because Frieza was still real.
That house was still real. It
could happen again. Tomorrow, the next
day, they could wake up and find themselves on that fucking table in the
fucking lobby, riding the invisible wave, covered in oil and collars, begging
for the debauchery to come to them.
Tomorrow
that could be real again.
Tonight,
Goku pulled him down and opened himself up, accepted him and kissed him until
their mouths bruised. Begged him for
the release from that nightmare just the same as Vegeta worked to free them
from it.
Soon.
Soon
Freiza would be dead.
Bardock’s
head would be displayed for the whole of the Saiyan empire to see. He would see his father again, ask him the question
that burned in him. How could the King
not have seen? How could he not have
sought out his son? He would take the
throne when his father died, and the Saiyan empire would rule all the universe.
And
all that time, he would understand that the nightmare would never die. And only Goku would ever understand it. Even as he moved under him and ran his hands
down his back, the silence tore through them, hurt and ached.
That
was the nature of the nightmare.
It
never terrified you.
It
just never died.
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o:p>
Gk: *sobs *
Vegeta: Oh,
that’s attractive.
Gk: *more
sobs *
Vegeta:
Dammit! I’m going to go find
someone less sobby.
Gk: *sobs
turn into sniffles * But…’Geta…I wanna…be
on top for once!!!!!
Vegeta:
*throws stack of other stories at Goku’s head * THERE!
READ THOSE!
Gk: *happily
reads *
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