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Yaoi RPG	By : arvan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I don't have much warning to give, except for the foul words, possible yaoi scenes, the occasional random crap and whatnots. Not too sure yet.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball nor do I generate any profit from this. This is for entertainment only.

The prince who gave his heart

He excused himself; standing in the middle of the room, in the centre of all that gloomy aura wasn't in the list of things he wanted to do. To stand there, in someone's arms even more so; he had little talent as far as the console department went, it wasn't something he was familiar with, let alone thought himself capable of giving.
Damn, he should have followed Goku. Damn him for leaving and damn him again for leaving him with the rest of the emotional baggage to deal with. He made his way to an unoccupied room, pushing its door open.
“Why didn't you tell me?”
Turles' voice stopped Vegeta in his tracks. Damn it... the guy moved so silently...
“You brought this on yourself, you idiot. I warned you... and still you...” Vegeta gritted his teeth as he shut his eyes tight; the ache he tried so hard to hide came at him in a series of waves, each one worse than the last.
“You knew from the start? That I... that I'm not real, didn't you? Was that why you kept pushing me away?” Turles would not let it rest, not with his own frustration stirring up multiple emotions at once. In just one day, he had experienced shock, rage, fear, envy... what the hell, might as well throw in the works while the day was still young. He could take it!
“You're blaming me now!?” Vegeta did a 180 degree turn around, pulling Turles down to meet his eyes. “I told you before Goku and I are not from this world; our worlds are 2 opposite paths separated by a boundary of reality and fiction!”
Vegeta released his hold on the guy, shoving him some distance from him; Turles staggered a few steps back, quickly regaining his balance before turning back to Vegeta. Vegeta refused to meet his gaze, turning quickly as if to escape.
“Have you ever loved me?”
That question halted Vegeta in his tracks, long enough for Turles to close the distance between them once again. He stood behind him, within an arm’s reach but kept his hands to himself; his eyes on Vegeta’s back, noting how tensed he became at his approach.
Rarely anything scared him, yet waiting for Vegeta’s answer held him in a choking dither; the uncertain fate of a man, whose throat ran dry in the desert, waiting to be granted a drink from an oasis or die of thirst under the scorching heat. Vegeta was his oasis and his sun.
“You already know how I feel Vegeta. I want to know where I stand, with you. And if what that traveller said was true, that I exist solely for this ‘game’ purpose, even if it’s a short period of time, I- fuck…” that didn’t come out how he hoped it would. “Damn it! I know I’m not even real, so there’s no real fucking reason for you to bother with me, but I still want to know… do you feel anything for me?” balls… everything’s coming out all wrong.
Vegeta remained silent. And that silence went from seconds to minutes…
When it became apparent to Turles that Vegeta wasn’t going to give him an answer, he sulked, his shoulder muscles lost their strength as they hung forward. With a heavy sigh, Turles gave up waiting for his answer; he wasn’t even sure what he expected to happen, let alone hoped to hear. He was about to say something else when…
(Turles HP – 64, 5156/5200)
“Now what did I do?” Turles rubbed his cheek. Damn, he just could not understand why Vegeta had to answer everything with his fist, if anything; his love interest inflicted the most damage on his person on a regular basis.
“What the hell did you want to hear from me? What does it matter if you’re real or not, so what if you’re a fucking figment of a fictional world, some pixilation from a damn database, you’d be missed when it’s over! Isn’t that enough?!” Vegeta snarled as he grabbed the sides of Turles’ face tightly with both hands before reaching upwards, locking their lips in a hard kiss.
He didn’t say it, yet coming from Vegeta; it was the closest thing that came anywhere near enough to be associated with a declaration of love. And the kiss, if Turles had any doubts before, they had now seemingly dispersed the moment he felt Vegeta's lips against his own.
Turles brought his arms around him, almost desperately as he deepened that kiss, bringing himself closer as he backed Vegeta into the room, past the opened door, kicking it shut after they’ve entered.
The kiss briefly interrupted when Turles brought Vegeta over to the left, his back against the wall. Once again, Turles moved forward as he sought out Vegeta’s lips, slowly moving his hands around the guy’s waist. They stayed there, lips against lips, hands grasping the other tight before the need to breathe became too great. Turles withdrew his lips reluctantly, his eyes never left Vegeta’s for a second.
“Turles, no” Vegeta shook his head, interpreting that look of looking on Turles’ face and quite frankly, he wasn’t in the mood.
Vegeta was mistaken. For once, Turles had not looked forward to the physical form of intimacy; the rouge had too much on his mind, an endless whirlpool twirling inside him; a vortex of emotions. He had his answer… yet he would not be able to act on it. He lowered his face, no longer making further eye contact.
It wasn’t fair; why give him this existence if he was to exist without him, why bother giving him the ability to love if it was to be taken from him...
If they lost, Goku and Vegeta would die or freeze according to the other traveller and if they won, they would leave their world. Either way, Turles would lose him, he would lose the man he loved; Vegeta.
“Turles”
Vegeta’s voice distracted Turles from his thoughts, he looked up again, blinking. Surprised when he felt moisture surrounding his lashes, he wasn’t the only one; Vegeta had noticed too.
Damn it… he didn’t want him to see him like this.
“Balls… something in my eyes” Turles began to move an arm towards his eyes, but Vegeta had beaten him to it. He stood still, unable to react as the guy before him rest his palm against his cheek, brushing the traces of liquid from his eyes with his thumb.
It didn’t work, each gentle stroke brought on more anguish to the rouge; with each tear that was dried another would take its place. Turles brought his hands from Vegeta’s waist to the guy's hands on his face, taking hold of them gently before planting a kiss on Vegeta’s palm.
That simple gesture was a first, coming from Turles; taken aback by the simple act of tenderness, Vegeta found it difficult to retract his hands from Turles’ grasp and when he finally recovered enough to execute his intention, he found he could not bring himself to do it. A single tear rolled down Turles’ face, several more escaped his eyes, each drop trickling along the same path as they followed those before them, collected in the palm of Vegeta’s hands.
Turles could bear it no more. He reached out, bringing Vegeta into his arms, holding him desperately. For that brief moment Vegeta could not react; Turles had taken the wind out of his sails, too many times today. He gasped as Turles’ arms tightened around his shoulders, within seconds he felt him shiver, he heard muffled whimpers escape from Turles’ lips.
“What does it mean… to be alive…?” he asked no one in particular. “If I’m not alive, then why do I hurt?”
Vegeta remained silent, unsure of what to say. He had nothing to say, nothing that could make the situation any better.
“I’m not even sure if I followed you because I wanted to or because I was supposed to, or if I…” he dare not say the words, too late… Vegeta knew what was on his mind.
“Hn! Let go” Vegeta pushed at Turles’ chest, Turles loosen his grip but refused to release his hands.
“Vegeta?” Turles blinked at Vegeta, surprised and confused at the annoyed glare in his eyes.
“Need me to spell it out for you?!” Vegeta was getting more pissed by the second, struggling to remove Turles hands off him. “Don’t even think about touching me if you’re not even sure!”
“Vegeta!” Turles held him by his shoulders firmly, unwilling to let him go; waiting until he had Vegeta’s attention again before he continued. “I have doubts, I admit it; believing I have none makes me the fool… but I didn’t lie to you, if there’s one thing I am sure about, it’s you. I don’t know if everything I’ve done till today was planned out for me, but let me assure you now nothing has changed. I won’t let you die here… I will continue this journey with you, not because I have to, but because I want to. What I feel is real enough for me… you’re worth it. Even if the distance between us become wider with each step we take towards your goal… when you have to leave... and I can no longer follow…” he choked on his words just as Vegeta’s eyes widened at the veracity of Turles’ words. “If I have to go through this pain again, you’d still be worth it”
“Turles…” Vegeta's lips parted slightly, but was unable form the words he wanted to say.
Turles enfolded Vegeta in his arms once again, gently this time; all the same, he wished he never had to let go.

“Here” Tarble approached Sharnper with a healing salve in hand. “You got bruises on your neck” he explained.
“Bruises with Turles' finger prints” Sharnper rolled his eyes, but accepted the salve. “Thanks”
“You're welcome...” Tarble nodded once to acknowledge the thanks, then realised... he was the only one left. Goku, Vegeta... everyone else had gone elsewhere... maybe he should go too? Then again... the other traveller would be left alone.
“You don't have to go, Tarble, unless you think I'm poor company?”
“Eh? No... I... I just... don't know what to say... maybe I'll get some tea...” he felt the need to have something to do.
“Just stay, Tarble. Come over here” Sharnper pulled out another chair beside him.
With no other excuses available, Tarble eventually took up on Sharpner's offer and sat in the chair next to him; aware that Sharnper was watching him.
“Ah... is there something you need?” Tarble turned in Sharnper's direction, a little nervous around this traveller.
“You really are like him” Sharnper smirked to himself.
“Eh?” he blinked. “Like who?” curiousity quickly pushed shyness aside.
“A friend. We modelled you after him... a nerd who acts like a dork... but a good guy. Popular with the ladies and oblivious to it all. Some guys just have all the luck” Sharnper poured Tarble and himself a drink. “Did you know we almost named you Peseru?”
Tarble made a funny face, showing just what he thought of that name.
“Almost, until one of our character designers suggested to call you Tarble. So that's how you got your name, lucky huh?” Sharnper snickered.
“You missed them...” Tarble said. “Your friends back home”
He snorted at that remark and would have denied it if he hadn't turned to face Tarble. He saw no mockery, only understanding and he sighed.
“Every freaking day” he admitted. “And then some... those poor guys... I could have prevented it...” he downed his cup in one gulp, once again regret tugged at him. He could still remember them, flashes of memories; his party... all of them dead so he could live, damn it.
He felt a gentle pat against his shoulder and turned. Tarble.
“If I hadn't known any better, I'd say you are alive...” Sharnper immediately regretted his choice of words when he saw Tarble's face change again. “Come on Tarble, don't give that face. It doesn't suit you. Hell sometimes I think you guys are way better than the people from my world... ” Sharnper ruffled Tarble's hair gently.
Tarble frowned as he tidied up his hair, still those words did nothing to calm the dreaded unease he felt inside him. If they weren't alive... then what future was there for them?
“Ano... what's going to happen then... when everything's over...?” Tarble broke their silence. Almost immediately Sharnper looked as if he wanted to avoid the question. “Please... don't keep me in the dark... even if I'm not 'real' I deserve to know my fate. You've already decided it after all”
Tarble refused to back down, and despite Sharnper's best efforts to avoid it entirely, he could not detour the determined mage. Finally, he gave in.
“After everything that's happened... the best and only thing I could think of... it's likely that, I mean that would be to...” he struggled with his words, his facial expression changed as he frowned with contrition. “We may have to delete the game and all of its content”

To be continued ~

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