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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.

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The Queen of the Damned soundtrack belongs to a lot of people, including me, I just don�t own copyrights and the like!

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Kuroichi shampooed his hair, rubbing the shaggy spikes furiously. The last few days had brought a sparkle back to his eyes, a softness to his face. He had looked more like Goku this last week than he had since waking up, sick and confused, on the streets of Paradise City. He stuck his head under the water, eyes tightly closed to keep the stinging shampoo out. This last week had been one of the best in his life.

The shower door squeaked. �Ma�ahhh!� The punch caught him in the temple, sending him against the shower wall. The tiles shattered, sharp bits stabbing him. His eyes popped open, tearing immediately as the shampoo made its way into them. He caught only a glimpse of a blue-clad leg coming toward him before his vision became too blurred to see. The resulting kick blurred it further.

Kuroichi didn�t know how long the beating lasted, knew only the pain. He put up no fight at all, after his beseeching plea for his master to stop had resulted in a savage blow that, again, broke his jaw. He curled in the corner of the shower when it was over, the now cold water streaming over him, washing the blood down the drain.

It hadn�t been as bad as last time. He was badly bruised, broken, but not shattered. His jaw and the arm he had raised in a futile attempt to protect himself were broken. Kuroichi finally realized the water was cold, staggered to his feet to shut it off. Why? What did I do? What have I done?

He whimpered, his unsteady steps carrying him to the closet. Clothes� he had to get dressed. He barely noticed the pain in his jaw and the broken arm, only realized his arm was broken when he couldn�t get the shirt he�d chosen on. It slipped from limp fingers to the floor, Kuroichi following it down.

His things were in here, in the back. He found the box, got it opened. A tiny bag at the very bottom contained the last two senzu beans he had. He took one, putting everything back where it belonged. Then he curled up, unable to bear the pain anymore. Silent tears streamed down his face as he rocked himself.

It was three hours before he crawled from the closet and dressed. He went to the bathroom, cleaning up the blood. Not as much as before, not nearly as much. The broken tiles he didn�t know how to fix, but it did occur to him that the robots would. Numbly, he punched the appropriate code on the keypad by his door. He waited only a few minutes before having to let the machine in. It had the repairs done an hour later.

He heard Vegeta enter his room twenty minutes later, heard the brief knock on the connecting door. Vegeta�s custom of late was to wait for Kuroichi to open the door, rather than just walking in. Blank eyes checked the mirror, he looked acceptable. Quickly, he crossed to the door, opening it and kneeling immediately.

�Master?�

�Oh, get up, Kuroichi. Have you seen that blasted tuxedo of mine? I have to go to some stupid Capsule Corp. function tonight.� Vegeta ran an agitated hand through sweat-soaked hair. �And I need a shower. Can you get it laid out for me while I get cleaned up?�

�Of course.�

�Thanks.� Vegeta shed the remains of his black training clothes on the way to the bathroom, cursing fluently.

He hates CC functions. He didn�t beat me just because he�s in a bad mood, did he? Still feeling numb, Kuroichi found the suit and its accompaniments, laying them out over the bed. He acts as if nothing happened, as if it didn�t matter. I thought� I thought I meant something to him.

He forced the tears from his eyes, the pain from his heart. It was a process he�d grown used to, and by the time Vegeta had finished his shower, Kuroichi was completely in control of himself again. Not the slightest glimmer of the pain, or fear, showed in his expressionless eyes.

Vegeta, still cursing, allowed Kuroichi to help him get the suit on and looking right. �Bulma said something about a flower. Do you know anything about a stupid flower?�

Kuroichi paused, a slight frown marring an otherwise blank face. �Buttonhole?� he offered at last.

�Yes, that�s it. Do I have one?� Vegeta ran a brush through his damp hair. �I�ll never hear the end of it if I don�t have a stupid flower with this stupid suit.�

A long look around Vegeta�s room gave Kuroichi his answer. �You hate flowers.�

Vegeta gave him an exasperated look. �I know that. Didn�t the woman send one up?� As if on cue, someone knocked on the door. Vegeta, being closer, yanked it open. �Oh, here it is. Fix this thing.� He thrust the flower in Kuroichi�s general direction, waiting impatiently for him to finish settling it. He headed out the door, Kuroichi returning to his room.

I�m over it. You see I�m falling in the vast abyss, clouding my memories of the past, at last I see� Kuroichi sprawled across his bed, the music pouring over him. The line reminded him of his life. Vegeta had left, pausing only to give him a quick kiss. A kiss that had held nothing of the savageness of earlier. He let the music carry him to that place where he neither thought nor dreamed, resting, waiting his master�s return.

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Ah, poor him. He has to listen to whatever I have playing on the computer while I write� and if I didn�t get the words quite right, sorry. They sing faster than I type.

Vegeta: *finally recovers* I beat him again?

Goku: That�s what it says.

Jewel: �
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