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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 26

          Vegeta’s stomach turned, his blood ran cold skittering away in the deep recedes of his feet, his mind went blank, and his sight blurred from the tears gathering at the corner of his sockets. He slowly sat himself up looking around the place that once stood proudly as his home, life teemed and pumped throughout the trails; now littering the earth were fire, and unmoving bodies he didn’t know if they breathed or not. He saw Nappa still lost in his own self murmuring out his last fragments of sanity rocking back and forth but that did not matter to him no his eyes stayed glued to his mate and son... He gasped willing himself to move crawling over bypassing his unmoving mate towards Gogeta.

            Vegeta pulled Gogeta on his lap and cupped his boy’s face slowly rocking and shushing his child. Praying to the entire gods to save him, hoping beyond hope Gogeta would open his eyes then give him that small and sweet smile. He could feel the burning tightening in his throat he croaked out Kakarot’s name in a weakly manner reaching out to take a hold of his mate’s hand. With all the strength he had he pulled Kakarot’s body close; he couldn’t look at him, he could pretend in his mind Kakarot was sleeping like his boy so instead he held the unmoving hand of his mate feeling the body beside him lose its warmth. He chose it ignore it. His little family was just sleeping and sleeping alone as he sat up unable to sleep and watched over them. There were no bodies, no fire, nothing but him and his family.

            Piccolo watched as Vegeta ignored his presence as well as Raditz even though they were only several feet away watching as Vegeta’s mind begun to lie to itself; allowing him to believe what he wished. Piccolo grunted Kakarot nearly took him down; needless to say he was not pleased. The outcome however… He chuckled new gained powers were always welcomed.

            “Release them Vegeta they are dead.” Piccolo slowly made his way closer. “Come let us go.”

            “Shhhh you will wake Gogeta…” Vegeta ran a hand through Gogeta’s hair. “He needs rest he is still growing…”

            “Vegeta. They are dead. Let. Them. Go.” Piccolo knelt down beside Vegeta further away from Kakarot’s lifeless corpse.

            “Hush…” Vegeta grinded his teeth. “You will wake them… they both need rest. Kakarot and I are going to be hunting when the sun rise’s… He needs sleep.”

            Piccolo growled taking a hold of Vegeta wrist and yanking it down hard of Gogeta’s chest. “Feel Vegeta! Feel his cold blood, feel that his heart no longer beats! He is dead as well as Kakarot!”



Vegeta shook his head vigorously denying the underlined truth of the statement. He body shook tears flew. “No no no no no!!!!” Vegeta grounded out.

            “Yes they are dead! No more will they breath, no more will they walk they are dead” Piccolo chuckled.

            Vegeta paused and glanced over to his mate once again confirming what he knew. Everything bubbled within him and a bloodcurdling screech left his throat before he registered it was him screaming like a banshee.

            Piccolo covered his ears as he watched all Vegeta’s mixed emotions of anger, hurt, denial, and sorrow be relinquished to the heavens; he couldn’t help but watch as Vegeta resembled a fallen angel never to gain redemption. If he had a heart it would have ached; but to his joy he was missing such an organ. Piccolo was taken from his musings once he felt a droplet of water touch his cheek, he gazed up seeing small droplets of water rain down upon them; he was left in awe, the heavens cried for Vegeta’s pain but there where no clouds.

            Vegeta’s throat ran dry, mouth still open but no sound escaped him. Tears ran down his face like two crescent waterfalls. He vaguely registered two large hands hold his shoulders pulling him back and the deep throaty voice speak to him. It whispered to him over and over again. The disorientation paused as he listen to the words a glimmer of hope filled him. ‘I can bring them all back.’ Vegeta turned his head and in a croaked used voice he whispered. “How?”

            Piccolo smiled pleased that Vegeta finally listened to his words. “My powers can bring those back who no longer breaths. But you must make you’re decision quickly Vegeta there is a limited time that I can.” Piccolo massaged the tensed shoulders under his hands coaxing Vegeta further.

            “Do it.”

            “First we must come to a consensus Vegeta. I will only bring them all back if only you agree to come with me and never try to leave. Give yourself to me fully and welcome me.” Piccolo moved his lips to Vegeta’s ear a smirk plastered to his features. “And they will never know of you. You’re memory will be lost to them all.”

            “You won’t make them like Raditz?” Piccolo shuddered slightly under the cold dead tone of Vegeta’s voice.

            “No they will be as they were only voided of you’re memory. To ensure there will be no problems in the future. Also I will never harm or touch them again, they will be protected and safe from any harm. I will allow nature to take its course.” Piccolo laughed at his genius, he knew from the very moment that Kakarot pulled Vegeta from his domain that this would be his ultimate victory. This would have been the only true way to gain Vegeta under his wing. Take everything from him, and give it all back as an offering of his submissive subservience.

            “Do it.” Vegeta allowed himself to be pulled away from his child and mate; taken in a tight hold and lifted above the ground levitating to the skies. For many under such circumstance would feel fear and shock once their feet left the earth; for Vegeta he couldn’t feel such emotions, sorrow and defeat taking over the rational mind.

            Piccolo held his prize tightly to his chest climbing the sky higher and higher until the fires look nothing more than scattered candlelight’s. Firstly he concentrated on Raditz and willed him back to the palace in a flash to await their return. Now that his faithful was out of the way all was left were Vegeta’s little jungle folk. He took in a deep breath his power circling his form in waves pulsing, and tingling. He felt his prize tremble in his arms and he smiled. He continued on feeling and seeing the dead and slumbering bodies below he chanted in a language that has been dead for eons. He closed his eyes pushing his power to the bottom of his feet; gathering.

            Vegeta watched the green and white aura swirl then gather in one mass. His heart beating like a drum thrum, thrum, thrum. He turned his head up and saw Piccolo flash from his guise to the green demon in quick concessions; easily missed to the untrained eye. He saw smoke come forth from the demons mouth, his eyes glowed and a mist surrounded them. A normal man would fear, a normal man would shout out his fright; but Vegeta was no longer a normal man at this very moment but mere fragment of himself.

            Piccolo was ready, everything was charged and set. He looked down and whispered one ancient word. “Go~ss~a~se~nack” and with a rush of unforetold power it barreled down to the earth. They watched.

            The force struck the earth making it rattle and shake under the force. It spread out wide covering the scorched earth in a swirl of green flames sealing in deep rooted wounds, regenerating skin to exposed bone, and reforming. It pulsed as it worked making the trees touch the ground in every wave.

            Vegeta squinted his eyes as they inched closer to the ground looking for any sign of movement from his beloved. He gasped when he saw his mate’s neck righted itself and he gasped for a gulp of air. He could see Gogeta stir from his position; he stared harder to see where there once was a deadly wound now no evidence of any mortal wound on his body nor the signs of blood.

            “They are back as they once were. I held my part in our agreement now it is time for you.” Piccolo murmured in Vegeta’s ear taking a deep breath of Vegeta’s scent with a smile on his face.

            “I want to see them… To make sure they are fine.” Vegeta’s heart raced a small smile spreading on his lips.

            “No. They do not know who you are. Let them continue on living without the hurt Vegeta. It’s time.” Piccolo held Vegeta tighter nearly cutting off Vegeta’s air in the vise grip.

            Vegeta hung his head down still keeping his eyes on his mate. He watched as Kakarot stirred and sat up scratching his head looking around. Then Vegeta knew that they were as they had been; only he could no longer be apart of their lives. A tear gathered and spilled downward and in a flash they were gone.

            Kakarot looked upward when he felt a rain drop strike his lip. No rain? He stuck out his tongue and tasted the saltiness of the water. It was odd it was familiar and yet strange. A ghost of a name filled his thoughts. What is going on here?

            Vegeta looked down once again and saw the marble flooring, he grunted. It was time, he braced himself to be jumped and taken by the demon but nothing happened instead an odd thing occurred, the demon let him go. He quickly stumbled away and turned to see Piccolo smile at him and Raditz only a step away from his master. He looked around and notice he was in a room he never been. It was very basic nothing really around at all only a small pool enough for one man to lay in without being cramped. “Where are we?”

            Piccolo smiled moving in closer. “Remove you’re clothing Vegeta.” Piccolo waged his finger in a no no motion once he saw the look in Vegeta’s eyes. He chuckled once he saw the defeat in Vegeta’s demeanor. He licked his lips as Vegeta turned away and removed his breeches, and some jewelry he still hand on his person.

            Vegeta stood nude before the demon still grasping the ring on his finger by his thumb and two fingers slowly twirling it finding that he was unable to remove it. Not because it was tight on his finger but the sentiment of it. Kakarot made this for him, it was a symbol of their commitment, and it was object of their love. Vegeta has never removed the ring since the day he placed it on. Surely the demon must know of this ring and the meaning it showed.

            Piccolo grunted at the hesitance Vegeta showed. “Remove the ring!” He shouted.

            “No… I can’t…” Vegeta looked away still fingering the ring.

            “Remove it! Or do you wish for me to undo what I have done?” Piccolo moved closer taking a strong hold of Vegeta’s wrist and brought it to his sight as he glared at the offending ring.

            “Please… Let me keep it… And I will never give you a hard time again…” Vegeta looked up into the demons eyes. “I’ll do everything to please you, just let me keep it…”

            Piccolo grunted and pushed away Vegeta’s hand. “Very well but you are not to wear it when you are with me understand? Or I will destroy it and allow you to keep the rubble.”

            Vegeta nodded taking off the ring and placing it down on his pants. He looked back up at Piccolo he felt his heart sink with realization; even with the ring off he still feels as if it is still on.

            Piccolo turned away from Vegeta looking over to Raditz. “I will be placing his things in his room. Once you are finished here take him to get dressed and ready then meet me in my quarters. I expect everything is prepped?”

            “Yes master.” Raditz bowed.

            Piccolo grinned turning his head towards Vegeta. “Look at you’re body Vegeta, see how it is? When you are done look at yourself once again and see the change. Then keep in your mind always it was I that gave you such a gift.” Piccolo chuckled licking his lips in anticipation. He touched Raditz shoulder briefly and walked out of the room.

            Vegeta watched as Raditz walked toward him and guided him to the pond. He stopped at the edge unwilling to step in; fear gripped him. Was this what was going to make him young forever?

            “Do not fear the waters Vegeta, you will not feel a thing. Please step down the master commands it.” Raditz gave Vegeta an encouraging push forward.

            Vegeta took a breath and dipped a foot in the warmed water. It tingled just like when you’re foot would fall asleep. It was like being pricked by needless but not painful, just strange. “I thought you said I would not feel a thing.”

            “You will be fine.” Raditz gave another shove earning a growl from Vegeta.

            “Don’t touch me!” Vegeta snapped out shrugging off Raditz hands from his person and baring his teeth. Pleased when Raditz listened and gave him a wide berth of personal space. He held his breath and stepped fully in the small glistening pool ignoring the sensations and sat on the very bottom step chest deep in the crystal clear pool. He took in quick breaths trying to will the sensations away from his body. He slid off the step and allowed his body to be swallowed by the waters. Shocked his feet did not touch the bottom; he opened his eyes and noticed no bottom and yet the water remained clear and light in the never ending tunnel. His eyes stung and he slammed them shut once again. He went to resurface but something stopped him, an invisible shield stopped him much like a sheen of ice. He pushed both hands up trying to break through but was unable; vaguely he could see Raditz hovering over watching him and he shouted out. Water gushed inside and he swallowed; he felt fear thinking after all this he was going to drown, slightly happy that it will be the end.

            In a rush he grasped his throat with his hands and allowed himself to go; opening his mouth once again and sucked in the water welcoming it deep in his lungs. He floated there still submerged waiting to die countless seconds turned to hours and the oddest thing occurred. He was breathing… He opened his eyes wide taking in another gasp the water rushing in and forming into air. He lifted his hands to the surface shocked they felt the pools edge. He grasped it and hauled himself out of the waters. Coughing up nothing, no water… He looked into his hand and noticed how tight they looked, how youthful…

            “Now it is done. The water traps the bather so it may go into the body and form. Come Vegeta we must finish.” Raditz smiled and held out his hand for Vegeta to take.

            Vegeta grunted and smacked the offered hand away pulling himself into a standing position he snarled. “Well then let’s go.” He bit out. “We don’t want you’re ‘master’ to wait.”

            Raditz nodded and moved forward opening a door to a room that held only a desk filled of pots and brushes, a full length mirror, and a pile of clothing waiting innocently hanging over the mirror. “Sit Vegeta.”

            Vegeta took a seat on the stool slightly shivering from the chill of the air on his wet and nude body. He looked downward and noticed something well noticed something that was no longer there. His scars are gone. He spread his thigh and looked further; it was gone. The scar that caused most of his anger and hurt was gone… He studied himself noticing all the scars from his body were gone, all that was left was tight youthful skin, there were no marking of any kind upon his skin. He stood quickly wanting to see the mirror to confirm what his eyes saw but was halted by Raditz.

            “Sit. When I am done then you may look upon yourself. Let me finish what mater demands.” Raditz took a sheet and covered Vegeta’s body exposing his shoulders and chest. “Relax I will be done before you know it.” He offered a small smile to Vegeta.

            Vegeta allowed Raditz to do as he please brushing his hair, placing in a sweet smelling oil through it, smoothing over a quick drying oil on his face to moisten his skin, a light shimmering powder across his shoulders and chest, and a lining of black around his eyes. Vegeta slightly squirmed in his seat once Raditz decided to redo the process of brushing his hair. “Aren’t you done yet?” Vegeta growled.

            “Yes almost. Please stand Vegeta.” Raditz turned taking another pot in his hand and dipped it in. “Another oil for you’re skin, then dressed and we are done here.”

            Vegeta outstretched his arms allowing the sheet to drop and pool at his feet he waited. He felt Raditz’s hands smooth over his skin and he shuddered wondering how he never noticed how cold Raditz was before.

            “Now turn Vegeta and slightly bend over.”

            “Wait… What?!!!” Vegeta looked down at the kneeling Raditz with fury. “I will not!”

            “Vegeta master demands it. Denying me is denying master. Now do as he please.” Raditz dipped his fingers in the oil once again waiting for Vegeta to comply.

            Vegeta bite down hard on his lip in anger but done what was asked. He swallowed his pride and ignored the indignity of it all. He felt as Raditz slid his hands across his bottom and dip into his inner thighs making sure the skin was moistened. It was only when he felt those cold fingers where they shouldn’t be nearly made him turn and slap Raditz around but a strong hold of his hip held him still. It was unwelcome, it was wrong, but Vegeta was relieved that is was very short.

            “Done, now all is left is to dress.” Raditz turned pulling down the clothing from the mirror smoothing down the material ensuring there were no wrinkles offending the material. He held it out for Vegeta to place it on.

            It was a white robe with blue and yellow designs of random design. He lifted his arms and allowed Raditz to place the robe on him and wrapped the silk blue material around his waist showing off his trim hips. Raditz smiled and touched Vegeta’s shoulders. “Now we are done. Come.” Raditz guided Vegeta to the full length mirror.

            Vegeta stood stun at the sight that greeted him; his breath caught in his throat. He was young, looking no older than a twenty year old man. His hair black, and shinning like it had all those years ago not a sign of grey, his cheeks high, skin tight, and glowing with youth and vitality. Even his eyes were young, not a wrinkle in sight. Only flawless skin.

            Piccolo waited sitting in his throne over watching the village that Vegeta once called home. The people walked around trying to figure out what had occurred. Many began to rebuild their homes. The one he watched walked around aimlessly wondering what was missing, something deep down told the man there was something terribly amiss but he couldn’t figure out what it was. Piccolo grunted by morning none of them will be acting as such the false memories he placed in their minds will take full effect and they will move on. He felt the presents of Raditz and Vegeta coming closer and he groaned thinking what this night will fully entail. He heard the knocking of his faithful at his door and he beckoned them in. He stood tall once he saw Vegeta step forward with the little help from Raditz pushing him forward. He was awed by his beauty. Standing tall and slightly defiant was his youthful Vegeta, his prize, his utmost desire. Even though he was not what he wanted to be, he still had that body to keep him entrapped. Maybe after many years have passed Vegeta may slowly return back into his dark lord. His creation.

            “Well done Raditz you may leave us.” Piccolo waved a hand signaling to Raditz his leave and moved closer to Vegeta to look closer at that magnifying face. He cupped Vegeta’s face idly stroking his cheeks with his large thumbs. “You are beautiful.”

            “I don’t wish to talk.” Vegeta looked away face still trapped in Piccolo’s hands. He whispered in a defeated voice. “Just get on with it.”

            Piccolo chuckled moving away. “No I will not guide us Vegeta. You will.” He smirked widely. “You start us off, you will be the one to pleasure me, and you will be the one to impale yourself upon me.” Piccolo moved away getting himself comfortable on his throne; wanting to feel absolute power in his position. There will be many more times to use his bed. He watched as Vegeta warred with himself then relaxed.

            Vegeta walked forward with grace and knelt before Piccolo. He wanted this to be over sooner rather then later. All Piccolo will get from him is very basic and he will keep it as such. He quickly pulled down Piccolo’s pants and took the flaccid cock in his hands and begun to pump. He grunted when the flesh was not cooperating with him knowing deep down the demon was willing himself to stay as such. Vegeta growled. “Dammit.”

            Piccolo laughed outright at Vegeta’s frustration. “You think it would be so simple. Come now Vegeta heat my blood.”

            Vegeta growled centering his mind once again he thought of Kakarot. He stood turning his back to the demon and slowly let the robe slid down from one shoulder to hang at his bent elbow. He continued by doing the same to the over side slowly bringing them down to show off the curve of his back. He untied the wrapping loosening it and turned forward his eyes closed. He opened the robe exposing his whole front to the demon but keeping the robe hanging on his elbows. He ran a hand up and down his body picturing it as Kakarot’s hand stroking his chest and groin. He slowly squeezed his manhood and lightly stroked it making false moaning breaths and jerk of his hips. He cracked one eye open and nearly growled at the half hard cock before him. He needed to do more. In a flash he was on his knees once again and took the cock in his mouth suckling it hard and quick making more false moans and groans to excite the demon. It worked.

            Piccolo smoothed his hand through Vegeta’s silk like hair taking a strong hold and guided Vegeta to the pace he desired. He knew Vegeta thought of Kakarot but he didn’t care as long as he gain sexual gratification from his prize he will deal with it.

            Vegeta pulled his mouth away and climbed on top of Piccolo taking the very large cock in hand and placed it to his entrance. He was about to sit himself down on the cock until his hips were held in a tight grasp.

            “Scream my name when you fuck yourself on me…” Piccolo smirked darkly…

Okay we all know I am a bitch so relax muaha. I had this chapter done awhile ago before I posted the last one but of course I wanted to be evil and make you wait as well as wait for the others that are coming. So yes this fic is officially done just giving some time before I post all the chapters up.

Fanfic- what of Gohan? Well to be honest the chapter where Vegeta leaves the village I was going to have a small part where Gohan confronts him and etc etc but decided against it because he had a small role and it was pointless.

Fanfic- Will bulma reunite with her parents? Yet again I thought of this but where were they possibably going to meet. No one knows exactly where the couple is and it would have been another chapter to add. I did mention I was shortening this fanfic.

Adult ff anf ff- Oh yes happy endings I know we all want everyone to be happy with butterflies and sunshine. But we all must remember this isn’t Disney haha Also read prolong. You kinda had a idea what you were getting into when you read the first page…. Or is there more??? Muahaha. Read to find out.
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