Unforgivable | By : thePrincesJewel Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Sole disclaimer: Poison’s stuff is theirs. I just own the CD. Ditto on the rest of the musics, I just own the CD’s.
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“Kuroichi?” The soft voice belonged to Goten. Kuroichi froze. “Hey, um, can I talk with you?”
He turned the stereo on, set it for random play, then opened his door. Goten entered, looking around curiously. “It looks better.”
“Less blood.” Kuroichi motioned him to a chair.
“I welcome you to the house of sin, open your mind and let the games begin.” A sudden grin crossed Goten’s face as he listened to the music. “Sexual Thing? Mom used to hate it when Dad played that song. She said it would corrupt me.”
“Did it?”
“Pish. I told him about Trunks a long time ago. He thought it was funny.” Goten still hesitated a bit when mentioning things his father knew full well about. He had to remember to talk like Kuroichi didn’t know anything about it.
“What about Trunks?”
“AWK! Vegeta!” Only when the prince spoke did Goten realize the door into the next room was open. “Um, nothing. Not a thing.”
“Really? Kuroichi?”
“They’ve been lovers since Goten was fourteen.” Kuroichi knelt at his master’s feet.
“Fourteen?” Vegeta eyed Goten a moment, then smirked. “So that’s why he got so mad about you! Get up.” Kuroichi rose fluidly, to be caught in a brief embrace and kissed hard. “I’ll leave you two to talk.” Vegeta went back into his room, shut the door.
“Why’d you tell him!?” Goten wailed.
“I don’t lie to him.”
“Like you do to everyone else, you mean,” Goten said bitterly. “Do you have the four-star ball?”
“Yes.”
“Mother is looking for it.”
“Why?”
“She’s determined to wish you back. I mean, Dad back.”
“I told them. Goku will not come back.”
“She doesn’t believe it. There’s three wishes. Her first wish is that nothing will be more important to him than her. Then she’ll wish him back, and then to her. Except, she thinks I’m him, half the time, and that he’s not dead.”
“She believes you’re your father?”
Goten handed over the photo he’d been playing with since he’d arrived. “Do you remember this?”
Kuroichi looked at it. “No.”
“It was a costume party. Trunks and I dressed up as you and Vegeta.” Kuroichi shrugged. “I was only 25 then, but everyone was mistaking me for Dad. Even Mom. And my girlfriend. She broke up with me, said I was acting too much like him. She’d got him in a corner, got her hands down his…” Goten stopped at Kuroichi’s raised hand.
“I know.”
“It’s like I’m living back then, only Dad isn’t willing to be here, and Mom doesn’t know me. I’ve even started wearing the shirts with my name on them again. I cut my hair, look at it! And she still calls me Goku, still asks me what’s so important that I won’t stay with her. She asks me why my shirts say Goten… she doesn’t remember me. At all.”
He paused. “I want to know why, that’s all. I want to know why you won’t go home.”
Expressionless black eyes met the younger man’s. “Goku died. His spirit was crushed when his friends rejected him. It died the day his wife refused to acknowledge he was standing right in front of her. He stood in front of his wife, his family, and his oldest friend, and they told him they had no time for him, that the gathering was for family. He died over a year ago.”
“And it doesn’t matter that they’re looking for the dragonballs, that they’re determined to wish you back whether you want to come or not?”
Kuroichi stood. “Goku’s body is seen almost every day by Bulma and Trunks. Chi-Chi is here once or twice a week. They look for the dragonballs to wish back what they see and refuse to recognize. If I were to walk out of this room, dressed in orange and blue, do you think they would know? Of course. They’d want to know what had happened, why that strange Kuroichi told them he was dead. They’d see the scars, and think nothing of it, they wouldn’t connect me with your father, just as they don’t now.”
“So you’d rather be Vegeta’s whore than my father? Is my father’s spirit so dead?” If he hadn’t been looking for it, Goten would have missed the flash of pain.
“Your father is dead, Goten. I watched him die.” As the door slammed behind the young Saiyan, Kuroichi curled up on the floor. “He’s dead. I’m so sorry…”
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Goku: STOP HURTING HIM! and me.
Jewel: It’s essential. Sorry.
Vegeta: *still stunned from the last chapter*
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Vegeta found him still curled on the floor an hour later, the tracks of his tears staining his face. He hesitated a moment, then knelt and pulled the sobbing Saiyan into his arms. “Shhh… tell me.”
“Goten…” was all Kuroichi managed to say.
“He wants his father back.”
“Yes.” Kuroichi leaned against Vegeta, taking the comfort the prince offered.
“So do I. I miss the baka.” He felt Kuroichi tense. “No, Kuroichi. I will not break my promise. I miss sparring with Kakarot, and insulting him. I miss his Saiyan attitude. But I told him I would let him die, and I will.” He looked up as the music changed. “What is this?”
“Gokuraku.”
Vegeta choked, tightening his grip on Kuroichi. “Only you…” he laughed. “A pretty song, though.”
“It’s sad.”
Vegeta brushed Kuroichi’s bangs away from his face, a smile flickering as they fell immediately back into place. “Yes, but still a pretty song. A reminder?”
“It was his favorite.” There was a pause. “Do you really miss him, Master?”
“Yes. He was my greatest rival and my best friend. My only friend, for a long time.” Vegeta nuzzled Kuroichi’s neck. “I sometimes wish that I had never given him my promise, that I could coax him back from whatever self-imposed hell he lives in. When you cry in your sleep, I wish it most of all, because I know the tears are his, and I cannot comfort him.”
“Why would you want to?” Kuroichi’s voice was thick with the tears he had shed, but real curiosity made itself known.
“It is my fault that he was… that he became you.” Vegeta silenced whatever protest Kuroichi opened his mouth to say, covering the man’s mouth with his own. The kiss broke, Vegeta looking seriously at Kuroichi. “I know it was my fault. It started with the rapes, we both know that.”
“No. It started before that.” Kuroichi pulled back. “Long before that.” The picture Goten had given him was still in his hand. “It started even before this.”
Vegeta looked at the picture. “I remember that! I trounced you but good for… I mean, him, for dragging me out to dance! What possessed you… him?”
“He loved you.”
“L… loved?”
“Goku knew it wouldn’t do any good to tell you how he felt. That day, he just decided to see what would happen. Everyone thought he was his son, anyway, so he didn’t think anyone would care. He was right. The only one who cared was you. His wife even told him later it was cute to see Goten and Vegeta dance.”
“You love me?” Vegeta caught his bottom lip between his teeth, waiting.
“I love you.”
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Jewel: hmmm….
Goku: !! J
Vegeta: *still trying to compute last chapter*
Jewel: Hey, Veg. Read this one.
Vegeta: @.@
Jewel: Nevermind.
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