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Much Like Suffocating	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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yes"> Wanted to kill it in such a way that nothing like it could ever
come back. Moved forward, and attacked,
felt the sluggish blocks, felt the wince and the pain of the thing and pounded
it with his fists. Felt every memory
rise in.

Remembered
how it felt to feel his tail g rig ripped off, remembered crying, rememebered
bleeding, remembered that fucking thing in his thigh that allowed him to
forget. Forget you had a tail, forget
you had a life, forget everything but the way skin feels against yours and the
fucks that come to you and ask for your body.
Give it all away because it feels better that way, when your legs are
spread around them and their rubbing thlacelace on your thigh so nicely that
you would have died to have them keep doing it.

Remembered
the filth of the worlds seeking out him, wrapping their hands up in the leash
that dangled from his neck and tugging him along like a dog. Remembered it and when he hit Freiza he
pressed that down, forced out. Shoved
the memories into Freiza through the ritual of pain. Screamed, felt tears that burned off his skin and his knuckles bleed,
and that thing that was in the fucking ship, that thing that repeated it
endlessly.

Pretty
isn�t he?

Pretty
when he cries.

Make
him bleed.

Fuck
you too, Bardock, he thought as he shoved Freiza down to its knees, kicked it,
knocked it down, then bent, wrapped his hands around that thick tail, hauled it
back up and smashed its ugly white body into the ground on either side of him
until the floors of the building were dusty and crumbling, then dropped it.

Watched
the maggot squirm, watched it turn onto its back and spit more blood from its
mouth. Shivered as he remembered what
it had felt like to have that things hands on his skin. Shivered to realize how much he hated it,
how it had torn away his freedom, and held him down with his own weakness for
countless years.

�You,�
it said through the blood in its throat, �Were always my favorite.�

Fuck
you, He thought, but didn�t say it. Didn�t
have to as he moved forward, raised his fist and smashed it down, fell down to
his knees as he drove the whole weight of his power in his fist, shoved it
down, through his body felt the cracking of skin and bone and smashed the thing
from the inside out with the extent of his power.

Then
pulled back, looked at the massacre of the nightmare. Looked at the price of freedom like the blood on his body, and
finally turned, saw all the pretty icejin spectators watching. Gasping, ugly hands on ugly mouths, and Chichi
drifted to him, to the mess of flesh that had once been something.

She
knelt next to it, and wrapped her fingers around the head, pulled it away from
the rest of the crushed body. �The head
s tos to the Prince.yes"> Exhaustion was for the weak and the wimps and if he couldn�t beat
his strength out of Freiza�s broken hide he would force it out of his own
body. Make it return to him. Force that power his father had promised him
he would have, and the knowledge that Bardock had given him. Traitor or not, Bardock was a masterful
fighter. He was unmatched in the Saiyan
empire when Vegeta was a child, and for that reason, Bardock had once been his
teacher.

Not
that he cared to remember the asshole that way.

That
was a loss of freedom too. To feel his
mind sliding back, remembering when Bardock had not been evil, remembering the
lectures on decency, the lectures against tyranny and the way he had never
gotten away with any cruelty as long as Bardock was around. What a fucking crock of shit.

Bardock�s
name would come to mean cruelty.

That
man, that thing that had sold Vegeta to Freiza had been the same man that had
trained him as a child, that had taught him right and wrong and made him
promise on the blood in his veins that he would never be a tyrant.

That
he would never be like Freiza.

Whatever. Freiza�s death went to Goku. The two of them, they deserved that revenge,
and Vegeta couldn�t take it so he handed it over to the one that could. But he would have so very much liked to be
there to see the maggot squirm, to see how it realized it was going to
die. To see its face when the deathblow
was struck.

�Wait,�
Trunks said. Stopped, turned back to
look at the cave, and moved. Stepped
forward, toward the black spots that appeared in front of the cave, stood there
as the returning victorious appeared, all of them but the spider covered in
blood. Kakarot drenched and dripping
it, and the little mind-reader turned red by it. Trunks took him and with a glance at them and a �Don�t leave the
cave until I get back,� he was gone.

1'> The
bitch princess walked over to him, held the edge of the heavy, dripping clothe
in her hand and then uncurled her hand, let the contents roll out�Freiza�s head�and
tilted her head to one side. �Forgive
me if I offend, but my people bring the head of the defeated to their
Prince. You may do with it what you
wish.� Then she turned and drifted
away.

Freiza�s
head stayed there, in the dirt, face frozen in horror, and Vegeta smirked at
it, looked up at Goku and saw him burning with power still, felt a strange
jealousy�strange because it was overtaken by pride and desire�and he kicked
that fuck�s head, sent it flying upward, raised his hand and shot blasts of ki
after it. Didn�t destroy it, just
burned it, seared it until it was only just recognizable. Then picked it up and the clothe it had been
wrapped in.

�We�ll
take it back to Bardock,� Vegeta said.
Tied it shut.yes"> It was strange, smooth skinned and almost reptilian. But he couldn�t open his eyes yet, felt
someone next to him, and when his hands touched it, the skin was hot to the
touch, roughened by age and battling, and it was then he forced his eyes
open.

Saw
blue eyes in the wrong face, and pushed this body that wasn�t his up. Looked around, and sighed. �We�re inside my head, aren�t we?� he
asked. Heard his voice, heard the
femininity of it, and the pitch of the monsters. Of the icejins. Looked
down at his body and saw the strangeness of it. The shape of a Saiyan and the flesh of an icejin. The weird tail, the ugliness of it.

�Considering,�
Trunks said from that body that wasn�t his, �That I�m Radditz. I would assume we�re inside what you took
from murdering rapist.�

�Hn. Gohan.�
He laid back down. �Wonder why.�

�Fucking
Juro sympathies, doubtlessly,� Trunks replied.
And then the door to this room slid open and a child ran in, clutching a
frog. He jumped on the bed and hopped
there breathlessly.

�Look
father!� the child said, �Look mother.�
Held out the frog like it was a prize, and wagged his little tail behind
him. That excited little critter was
Gohan, as a child, a terribly young one.
Adorable and innocent, and it was just like the Juro Gods to force his
mind back to this, to make him see what he had helped to kill when he destroyed
Gohan�s mind.

Radditz
reached out, wrapped his hand around the frog and tightened his fist until it
exploded. Laughed when his son
screeched and started to sob, and this body that Goten was stuck in�he couldn�t
figure out her name, other than �bitch��moved her tail, and struck the child,
knocked him down from the bed and onto the floor. Hissed out disapproval and disappointment. And laughed with Radditz as he flicked his
hand at the child and threw bits of the dead frog on the little cringing form.

�Are
we supposed to say �Poor kid� now?�

Goten
nodded. �Poor little dear.�

And
as simply as that, the forced dream ended, and he was sucked straight back into
his body, found himself lying in water, with Trunks holding his head above the
surface, just enough that he could breath while the river washed away the blood
and his body ached with the lashes, with pai pain of their healing, and he
struggled to gain control of his own powers before he could get sucked back
into another �pity me� dreapan pan style="mso-spacerun: yes">

Wrapped
his hand around Trunks� arm and pulled himself back up. Felt the water against his bare skin and the
wind and shivered.

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MWHAHAHAHAHAHA! That is two stories now that have reached
and surpassed the count!
MWHAHAHAHA!

Goten:
Yeah! Sex!

Trunks:
*looks over chapter * Uh�there
was no sex there.

Goten: Look
dude, Vegeta has �desire� for Goku. We�re
most likely naked and in a stream and�well�we just killed someone.

Trunks: You
find killing to be an aphrodisac?

Goten: I
find adrenaline to be.

Trunks: Oi.

Goku: Look
buddy, Vegeta�s brother or not, if you dispute lemons anymore I�ll kill you.

Vegeta: I�ll
help.

Goten:
Seee?! SEX! Yay!

Jaygoose:

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Ferret:

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Macha:

Its
okay, I thought it was a great cheer. ;)

Gotta go write Saiyan Enlightenment FamiFamily
Therapy now.
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