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Life is ironic	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3190 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 24

          Kakarot felt the blood flow forth from his finger tips traveling down his palm to connect with his wrist, the steady throb of his joints, and the ache of hunger gnawed him. He would not allow it to hinder him no matter how much he pushed himself, he had no he must continue on he must reach his soul mate, the one he loved. Nothing will stand in his way; no obstacle will stop him from reaching Vegeta. Hoisting himself up the rocky mountain face his body shook from exertion. He laid his forehead down releasing a tired breath; he growled grinding his teeth together shaking away the tiredness of his body. He will continue on.

            Vegeta was awe by the mass size of the grand hall, the polished white marble sparkled and shined beneath him. Rows of white wide and long pillars towering over him, carved into the stone where statues of demons tainting the atmosphere of innocents the white marble gave. There were no torches or torch holders in sight to his surprise. How did the room stay so bright as if the sun was shinning through when the moon took residence in the sky above? He felt the larger hand tighten on his own and he looked up at the disguise this monster produced.

            “Speak to me Vegeta, I know you have many questions for me.” Piccolo smiled.

            Vegeta turned his head back to the marble walls gazing at the passing murals as they walked hand in hand.

            Piccolo flicked the white hair from his face and turned his violet eyes on the petite form beside him. He knew this was not the Vegeta he stalked for years, his new life changed him, but somewhere deep inside laid the Vegeta he knew and he will find him. “Well since you do not have questions I have some of my own.” He paused, waiting for a reply only gaining a grunt from Vegeta, he continued on. “It came to my attention you are not so happy wearing the years on your features. I can make you young again.” He raised a brow when he felt Vegeta tense. “It would not hurt. Instead give you a jump in your step make you feel like a young man once again and gain back all your lost agility.”

            “I do not care to have my youth back. I only want to grow old and die with my mate Kakarot! Now where are you leading me monster?” Vegeta whispered.

            Piccolo chuckled and yanked Vegeta into his grasp. He took a strong hold of Vegeta’s chin pushing him back to a wall with such haste it left Vegeta spinning and his stomach turn. Piccolo smiled as he growled. “You will not call me such things Vegeta. You will show me respect and call me master just like everyone else. Only when we are alone you are allowed to call me by my name. Never say such things to me again. I truly do not wish to cause you any harm.” He trailed his finger down the side of Vegeta’s face loving the fire of fury burning in Vegeta’s eyes.

            “Let. Me. Go.” Vegeta bitten out unleashing his own growl.

            Piccolo blood hummed in his veins this was what he wanted to see, Vegeta’s fury, his anger, he need to drive it out, he needed to keep Vegeta within that mind set. He needed to bring back out Vegeta’s old self and grow from there. “Why? What would you do? Bend over and purr to me to take you?”

            “Release me now! Or I will kill you! I’ll rip off your disgusting smug face!”

            Piccolo pushed Vegeta upwards on the wall making Vegeta stand on the tip of his toes. “You cannot harm me. No blade, no fire, no weapon of any kind can penetrate or burn my skin. There is nothing you can do that can harm me.”

            “You lie! No one is invincible!”

            Piccolo smiled and stepped away watching as Vegeta move into a guarded pose. He pulled out his long sword from its holder and tossed it to Vegeta’s feet. “Try. Be my guest.” He opened the purple robes exposing peach flesh the smile never leaving his face. He waited.

            Vegeta looked down at the sword and slowly crouched down to take the handle in his grasp. It was light like a feather but solid like a boulder he quickly mused. For a brief moment he studied the blade. The handle was very different it was like jade only blood red, it had the shape of a dragon curling and swirling around, and the head and tail intertwined with the blade. He quickly tested the swords sharpness with his thumb cutting it deeply with just the lightest touch. He smirked at the fool-heartiness of Piccolo and made his move. He thrust the sword forward pushing all his weight behind the blade to make a powerful impact. He didn’t have to care about being graceful nor tactical; he was given a chance to make a blow and use the opportunity to make a powerful strike then a quick one. The blade shook and stop dead in its tracks no longer able to move forward. Vegeta gazed up at the face of Piccolo with utter shock. The tip of the blade just touching the skin not imbedded in the heart where it should have been. “H…How?” His voice portrayed exactly how he felt timid, startled, shock, and slight fear.

            “I told you before such things cannot harm me.” Piccolo reached out bringing the timid man closer to him stroking his cheek. “I am a god Vegeta the sooner you accept that the easier this will all be.” Piccolo took several steps away from Vegeta and held his hand back out for Vegeta to take. “I have a present for you come.”

            Vegeta grunted and moved forward not taking the offered hand moving down the chilled hall.

            Gogeta stood amongst the crowd shouting out plans for defense. It was as his father had said once the word was spread he was gone others would come to challenge him for leadership and he was not ready to give it up. His father and papa had trained, and taught him how to be a leader, now that it was his time to lead as a replacement for his father until he returned he would not allow another to take the position. He would hold on to it with everything he had to ensure once his father and papa returned things would be as it always has.

            Vegeta sat at the grand table a plate of roasted boar and vegetables going untouched much like the neglected wine. The monster sitting across from him kept the deceiving smile coaxing him from time to time to eat informing him there was nothing otherworldly done to said food. But how can he trust his words? He would soon go hungry and die of thirst before he would touch anything given to him in this place.

            Vegeta picked up the knife leaning his head on his bent arm pushing the boar around wondering what Kakarot was doing at this very moment. He gazed back to the monster’s smiling face he knew this was the one Broli warned him of, the one he was protecting him from. What was it exactly did that wine done? What was the words Broli’s spirit say to him on his departure? These are questions he would not find the answers to and that thought alone was depressing.

            “I know you are hungry Vegeta. Release your stubbornness and eat, drink, fill your belly.”

            “No.” It was a simple statement, no anger, no emotion of any kind came with that word. It was just a simplistic no.



            “My chef wasted his time on you then.” Piccolo sighed. “Well then if you are not to eat then perhaps we should continue on to the present I have waiting for you.”

            “I do not want anything from you other than my freedom.” Vegeta slammed the knife in the slap of roasted boar as he grinded his teeth.

            Piccolo let out a breathily chuckle bringing the back of his hand to his lips. “Tell me Vegeta who killed your beloved family?” He saw Vegeta flinch and slightly squirm in his seat.

            “I think you know very well who did. After-all you watched me for many years have you not?”

            Piccolo smirked and rose from his seat. “Come. Take my hand.” It wasn’t as simple as Vegeta’s no but a command and Vegeta obeyed. He felt the heat from Vegeta’s hand and nearly groan. He has been waiting for Vegeta for far too long and to touch him, feel his heat, and smell his scent was becoming agonizing to him. Oh how he wanted him, but he will wait just a little more.

            Vegeta closed his eye feeling a surge pass through him, felt the electricity fill the room, and in a blink of an eye they were gone. He opened his eyes to see he was in another room, he remembered that energy he felt that surge years ago before he killed Frezia. This Piccolo was the one who healed him. He looked around the room but he couldn’t see it was dark, nothing was visible to him.

            Piccolo leaned in closer to Vegeta and whispered. “I want you to have something, a great opportunity for you.” He made a large arc with his arm lighting up hundreds of candles.

            Vegeta stumbled back from the instant brightness of the room shielding his eyes until they became accustomed to the light. It was a bedroom, a bedroom that would put any other he has ever been into to shame. It was grand with three balconies, a majestic fire place, a massive dark purple bed craved into the marble flooring, a giant throne, among other things he never saw before. He noticed chains on the walls as well as other man made devices and he gulped. A throne room, torture chamber, and bedroom all in one who would have guess? Vegeta thought. He turned to look at Piccolo and scowled. “I do not want to take part in anything you have in mind.” Vegeta moved around the spacious room looking at the objects

            “Ah but I think you do Vegeta. Do not worry yourself of the chains I have no mind in placing you in them for now.” Piccolo smirked.

            “For now? Ha! I will never be placed in them for your pleasure.” Vegeta crossed his arms and grunted. One trinket caught his eye he picked it up to study it closer. It was crystal but look like solid sliver it shimmered and sparkled and in the very middle of the oval shape held a green gem that look much like a tiger’s eye.

            “Ah the Syemeta caught your lovely eye.”



            “What is it?” Vegeta questioned.



            “It takes you where you wish to be. It belonged to a deity I once knew. Keep it I have no use of such things.”

            Vegeta smirked and held the object tight in his grasp and he thought hard on the jungles, the village he called home, and he beloved Kakarot wishing it would bring him back home.

            “It will not bring you back Vegeta. The collar around you’re neck will not allow you to leave the castle or any room unless I am with you.”

            “I want to leave now.” Vegeta scowled placing the object in his pocket.

            “No I afraid you will not because I have not given you you’re gift. But I can give you two.”

            “Being raped by you is hardly a gift.” Vegeta turned his head to look at Piccolo and raised his brow.

            Piccolo laughed and took a hold of Vegeta’s shoulders in his large hands moving closer. “No I will not rape you. When that time comes you will give yourself to me and declare me your god.”

            “In you’re wildest dreams!” Vegeta shouted.

            “Indeed.” Piccolo smiled at the frustrated grunt. “Well then let’s get on with your gift.” Piccolo snapped his fingers.

            Vegeta turned towards the door once he heard it open what he saw made his blood run cold. Radtiz walked him holding tightly to a gagged and bound woman but it wasn’t just any woman it was the very one who killed his mother and father…Chichi… The emotions of hurt, and anger began to consume him.

            Piccolo presented his sword once again to Vegeta. “This is your gift prince. I give you the gift of gaining vengeance on the one who took away your family. Take the sword and gain your families honor back once again.”

            Vegeta watched as Raditz knelt her down in the very position his father was held before an arrow was shot into his neck. He could feel tears threatening to form and he shook with fury. Every breath the woman took was an insult to him, she must die, she must be punished. Vegeta took the sword in a tight hold nearly marching towards her.

            Once he stood before her sword in hand he held it to the side to ready to swing and remove her head but something was stopping him. He could hear and feel his mate beside him. Something deep within him a side that he had long abandoned called out.

            “Is it true prince she killed your parents in a dishonorable way. They didn’t have a chance to defend themselves. She attacked them in a cowardly way did she not?” Piccolo felt his heart beat, his excitement grew he could see his Vegeta in those eyes. The ruthless killer he molded, the killer he needed, wanted. “Do it Vegeta take her life, take your vengeance, redeem your families name.”

            Vegeta struggled with himself; he had to do this he needed to do this. The long forgotten bloodlust filled his mouth and screamed. The darkness that filled his soul was coming back full force giving him the sickening boundless energy he once held. He took hard quick breaths holding the blade higher to the air he made his swipe. “No! I will not!” He dropped the sword taking Chichi’s face in his grasp he ripped away the gag. “Speak!”

            “I…I was told to do it! I was made to!! Why master?!” In a flash Vegeta was sailing backwards. He shook off his disorientation seeing the ash cover the floor that once was the woman Chichi Piccolo standing tall his hand outstretched glaring fiercely at the ash.

            “You ordered it all. You ruined my life and now I know exactly why! You are a monster!” Vegeta stood baring his teeth. “See Raditz! You’re god is nothing! He is not divine! He used you, and he used her all for his own game! He wanted me to be as I was so when he came to me I would be willing and join him in the conquest! But Broli stopped you didn’t he?! He shielded me from you!”

            “Very insightful prince.” Piccolo mocked.

            “You think I will follow you! Never! I will never give into you, I will never hold any love for you! Release me or kill me fool!” Vegeta growled.

            Piccolo turned to Raditz and shrugged his shoulders. “Raditz clean this mess up as I bring him to his room.”

            Vegeta watched in shock as Raditz begun to do as Piccolo commanded. “Raditz why? Why do you still listen to a false god? We were friends Raditz, your not a fool! Why act as one now?!”

            “He will not listen to you Vegeta.”

            “What why?” Vegeta ran to Raditz and stood in front of him shaking his shoulders. “Raditz stop this madness! Listen to reason! He. Is. Not. A. God!”

            “Stop wasting your time Vegeta.” Piccolo chuckled. “Indeed he is not a fool he found out my reason’s many years ago.”

            Vegeta stepped back from the docile Raditz. “Why Raditz if you know then why do you stay…”

            “Ever heard of a Dustamanue?” He saw the question swirling in Vegeta’s mind and he continued on with his explanation. “Dustamanue’s are very good to keep around. I did however liked him as he was but once he learnt the truth you could imagine the trouble he caused me. I couldn’t remove him I still needed him. So I removed his soul, destroyed it completely from existence. I couldn’t take the chance that he would do as the other done, Broli.” Piccolo moved over to this throne and sat nonchalantly upon it with a wave of a hand he continued. “I placed in a very small portion of my will into him, he still has memories of his former life but he only does as I say. In sense the Raditz you knew is dead, everything that made Raditz him was his soul and as you know now his soul is gone. Obliterated. Now he is my obedient dog unable to think for himself, only what I tell him to think. Wonderful to have isn’t?”

            Vegeta fell to his knee’s looking at his old dear friend. Finally noticing how dead Raditz’s eyes are. “Raditz…” Vegeta noticed the dagger strapped to Raditz’s side and snatched it from its holder placing it to his neck. No he would not become like this, no he will not stay here! Forgive me Kakarot. Vegeta held it out and made a quick movement to plunge it deep within his chest. He was tackled to the ground by the body of Raditz. He shouted out struggling against him. “No! I sooner take my life then become like you!” He heard the deep rich laughter from the monster and he struggled more.

            “Do you think I will allow you to take you’re life Vegeta? No never.” Piccolo moved to Vegeta kneeling down and Raditz moved away giving his master the room he wanted. “I will not let you go now that I have you understand?”

            Vegeta looked up. “I do not want to become like him please…”

            Piccolo chuckled deep in his throat smoothing down Vegeta’s face. He noticed he had such a fixation on touching the skin. “No I will not do such a thing to you. I like you having free will and speech.” Piccolo held his hand out once again. “Come I will return you to you’re room.”

            Vegeta sat on his bed Piccolo just left him to his own devices. The kind ‘master’ gave him his permission to walk around the palace so he wouldn’t be trapped in his room alone. Vegeta’s mind was terrorized by different thoughts and none coming up with any solutions. How can he get out of this? From what he saw of Piccolo’s power so far was unbelievable and he knew that it was only the surface of what he could do. He sighed he needed to clear his mind of the plaguing questions. He stood to walk around to familiarize himself with the palace. He knew he should bath and change but refuse to do so he didn’t want to give the monster a show.

            Piccolo sat on his throne watching his mirror, watching a straggled and tired man push himself beyond his limits. He knew he would come and he sat there waiting. Vegeta would never come willing to him, would not give himself to him. He waved his hand across the mirror and watched Vegeta walk around the palace looking out the windows time to time again. An idea struck him, he knew how to gain Vegeta wholly. He laughed as he turned the image back to the run down man.

            Kakarot lifted himself over the last rock and collapsed to the leveled ground turning to lay on his back he panted bringing a hand to his head to wipe off the sweat streaking dirt on his head he groaned. Closing his eyes he thought about the days and nights that past five days and four nights he traveled living off of adrenaline alone. His body was quaking from the lack of nourishments and hydration but he could not let it hinder him in any form. He turned back to his stomach and pushed himself up. What he saw gave him another burst of energy, a castle carved from the very mountain he climbed. Something screamed at him a feeling rush through him Vegeta was in there. He knew it was so. Vegeta was there! He clutched his fist and raced to the entrance. I’m coming Vegeta!

            Vegeta walked along the first level of the palace becoming tired from the walking, shouting, and struggling. How long he was there he couldn’t say maybe just only a day or so. He slept most of the time. It seemed asking how many days or hours past was useless information. He came closer to the large doors knowing it was the exit. He contemplated opening them to leave but remembered the boundary and how it made him feel. Turning his back he was about to walk back to his room but something was itching at him to open the doors. Maybe the feeling was just to see the exit opened but never to be able to walk freely out. Taking a step forward to the rooms away from the doors he turned his head looking back at the doors. With a grunt he went to fulfill his itching. Stomping to the doors he grabbed the hatch and pulled.

            Kakarot heart pounded and he saw the bright light spewing from the doors. Someone was opening it he prayed it was Raditz so he could snap his neck for taking his mate. He ran faster taking a hold of Vegeta’s old sword in hand ready to strike. He saw a silhouette of a man he pulled the sword back charging faster. Once he was going to make a strike he heard his name.

            “Kaka…Kakarot?”

            He stopped and dropped the sword stun. His mate, his love stood there just as shocked as him but unharmed. A flood of happiness filled him he reached out moving closer stepping inside the castle he wrapped his arms around Vegeta. Tears of joy filling his eyes as he held his mate once again. “Vegeta! Oh god’s Vegeta! Are you hurt? Are you okay! Did they he you ?”

            Vegeta stepped back tears forming into his eyes. “No my love I am okay.” Vegeta wrapped his arms around Kakarot’s neck once again. “I knew you would come.”

            “Where is Raditz Vegeta? Where is that bastard?” Kakarot growled.

            Vegeta snapped back into reality and pushed Kakarot away. “No Kakarot you must go. Do not worry about Raditz he is dead well in a sense he is.” Vegeta explained everything about Piccolo and his plans for him and the world which angered Kakarot more. “Please Kakarot you must go I do not want any harm to befall you.”

            “I can kill him Vegeta! I have this power! I can do it.”

            “Kakarot look at you. You are tired, hungry, and weak. He will make child’s play of you.”

            “I am not leaving without Vegeta.”

            “I cannot! I told you I am unable to leave this place.”

            Kakarot growled he was not taking no for an answer. He already was swallowing his pride for leaving he would not leave empty handed. He took a strong hold of Vegeta’s hand and walked out stopping dead in his tracks. He turned back to see Vegeta’s hand planted on a barrier he could not see. He growled out. “No I am not leaving you behind!”

            Vegeta flinched as Kakarot pulled harder not from the force his mate used but from the burning sensation of the barrier on his skin. “Kaka...Kakarot stop! Take this.” He fished around in his pocket until he found the object the one given to him by Piccolo. “This will bring you back to the village. Eat sleep regain you’re strength then return.” Vegeta pleaded but Kakarot’s grip became tighter.

            “No.” Kakarot moved in closer taking a hold of Vegeta’s shoulder with his free hand and moved in and kissed him deeply. “I told you I am not leaving without you.”

            “Kakarot he is powerful. He will find us. Kill you and take me. Do this, please return to the village regain you’re strength and refuel your power.” Vegeta believed deeply that Kakarot’s power would save him, save them all from the self proclaimed god. He said no weapon of any kind made by man can hurt him. But Kakarot was something entirely different he could defeat the monster. “Please Kakarot.”

            Kakarot moved in for another deep kiss making his mate weak in the knees from the sheer passion he let loose.

            Vegeta allowed himself to become lost in the kiss, finally his mate will listen to him and return back to the village without him.

            Kakarot moved his kiss to his mate’s neck and whispered into his ear feeling a stirring of said power from the little energy he had left. “I am not leaving you.” With everything he had he held Vegeta close and pulled backwards feeling Vegeta’s body stop he pushed his energy harder and shouted. “I am not leaving you behind!” He heard his mate yell out in pain and smiled widely when he felt his back hit the ground below his mate held tightly on his chest.

            Vegeta opened his eyes when he heard a ticking noise and looked down seeing the collar laying on the ground. He shook his stomach was turning and his mouth watered signaling what was coming. He jumped off his mate and turned around heaving what ever was in his stomach bringing up liquid. He clutched his stomach and held on until everything settled. He never felt so sick in his lifetime. He turned his head seeing his mate laying on the ground passed out from overexertion and smiled. “Stubborn fool.” He crawled closer holding the trinket in a tight grasp he moved his free hand to hold Kakarot’s hand. He thought hard picturing their home, their son Gogeta, their little hut and he prayed.

            Piccolo sat there stun, he did not expect Kakarot to succeed in pulling Vegeta out of the palace. No matter a new plan formed just as good as the other but it seemed it would be much more promising. He laughed.



I am getting there I am getting there do not worry. I have to say thank you for all who stuck to reading this fanfic and all your reviews. I know this is a long and tedious story I hope you all enjoyed it.
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