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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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How many times does this make I�ve rewritten this chapter? L
I think this is the fifth or sixth version� bother! And my apologies for mangling the lyrics. I�m trying to translate them through the sound of a fussing infant, and it�s not working well� (he�s been fed, changed, put to bed, and given a bottle, & he still won�t hush & go to sleep� he wants to play - but with me, not his toys, and it�s past his bedtime anyhow�.)

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I watched you change into a fly I looked away you are fine I watched you change in you it�s like you never had wings how you feel so alive I watched you change I took you home set you on the blast� Kuroichi curled on his bed, just listening. He wasn�t sure he understood all the words right, especially since they made no sense, but he didn�t really care if he knew the words or not. The music was just a sound, something to fill the silence, to cram in the empty holes of his spirit and soul. It ran right back out, but he listened anyway, not willing or caring to change the CD. It was dark, and it suited him.

He went nowhere unless Vegeta specifically sent him. He hadn�t left the adjoined rooms since his master had forbidden him to leave them the first time he�d been beaten. Not for anything was he risking another one.

He waited until Vegeta left to train each day, then cleaned both rooms meticulously. Everything had to be perfect. Had to be. He had packed his clothes, putting them into one of the little storage capsules he�d brought, wearing nothing except the crimson Vegeta had given him. His master would not be given cause to complain over the state of the rooms, or his attire.

The song changed, Kuroichi moved. Forsaken. I am forsaken, aren�t I? They forsook me, and I turned my back on them. No. Goku did that. And I am not Goku. I am Kuroichi. He glided through the movements of the dance, sensuality pouring from him. Goku had refused to learn, but Kuroichi had learned eagerly, willing to learn anything that would please his master at the time. He had learned that Vegeta liked to watch him dance, so now he practiced each day.

It showed. Regular, good meals and the daily exercise had taken the sickly pallor from his skin, helped with replacing the muscle tone and mass he�d lost. He was still thin, and less muscular than Goku had been, but his training was different than Goku�s, too. He worked for flexibility and fluidity, where Goku had worked to be stronger.

He watched himself in the mirror, the flow of the movements, the subtle little come-ons that were a part of what he had spent his life learning. Each move was perfectly executed, flawless. His master would find no fault with him.

�You�re 42 years old, Trunks. Act it. You know as well as I do that your mother cannot�� Vegeta paused, deciding on how to phrase what he meant, �provide me the release Kuroichi does. She�s too old, and too fragile.�

�She�s sick. Confined to her bed,� Trunks snapped. �And you�ve been so caught up in your pet that you haven�t even bothered to go see her. Did you even know she was sick?�

Vegeta sighed. �Trunks, she isn�t just sick. She�s dying. I�ve watched her fade, day after day. We�ve been together a long time� and that time is almost over. Do you think that just because Kuroichi is here that I no longer care for her? You�re wrong. I love your mother.�

�Then why don�t you go see her? If you love her so much, why can�t you take the time to go visit her?�

�What makes you think I don�t? You go to the office, I go visit your mother.� The disbelief on his son�s face didn�t sit well with him. �She sleeps, most of the time, fading in and out. The illness has gotten worse over the last three weeks, she barely recognizes me anymore. You�ve been to see her, how well does she recognize you?� The slight look of guilt made Vegeta nod. �You know exactly what I mean.�

�You still spend more time with that� Kuroichi than you do with Mother.�

The accusation had merit, Vegeta admitted, even as his eyes narrowed dangerously. �Look, boy, I spend time with your mother. She lays there, sleeping, or looks at me and asks who I am. I have lived with that woman since I was wished to this mudball. We�ve been lovers nearly as long - and she does not know who I am.� Vegeta spit out the last few words. �Why does it upset you that I can�t stand to watch her decay? That I don�t want to watch her die?�

�Because you go to him! Do you have any idea how much she cried? Every night, Father! Every single night that he�s been here, until she got so sick.� Trunks was trembling, he was so furious.

Vegeta drew a deep breath, holding his temper in check. �Your mother and I talked about that. She understood.�

�She may have understood, but she sure didn�t like it.�

Vegeta started to answer, but turned to look at the door they stood beside. �She�s gone.�

Trunks wrenched the door from its hinges, running to his mother�s still form. �Mom!�

A single tear slid down Vegeta�s face. He turned, making his way numbly to his room, leaving his grieving son with his wife�s body.

Snatches of conversation, overheard as he moved through the room. �So fast� didn�t expect her to go so soon� heartbroken� husband�s lover in her house� bastard could show some feeling� think he doesn�t care� why�s he here?� The voices blended into a humming babble he didn�t try to make out. Bulma�s casket was in front of him now.

Her face showed no sign of the illness that had taken her mind and, in the end, her life. Her slight form was neatly arranged, her long bluish-grey hair brushed and braided. The dress she wore had been one of her favorites. Blank faced, he stared down at the woman who had once meant so much to him. He reached out, slowly, touching the back of one cold hand, slipping the note he had written into it, to join the other slips of paper she held. The rose he had clutched so tightly he laid gently next to her head, the fully opened, pale pink bloom emphasizing the ghostly whiteness of her skin.

Unable to bear the sight, Kuroichi made his way quickly to his master�s side. He was mercifully alone, most of the people there having said their platitudes before going off to gossip about the tall man who had just knelt at his feet.

�Kuroichi�� Vegeta sighed. �Stay. I need you here.�

�Of course, Master.� Kuroichi rose, taking his place behind Vegeta. He remained with his master for the rest of the horribly long service, watching as stony faced as Vegeta when the casket was finally lowered into the ground. And it was he who comforted Vegeta when they got back to their rooms, where his master�s control finally broke.

His did not.

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Short, short� bother. I lost my concentration so many times trying to get that down, too many interruptions. Did it show?
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