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By : Vegetaswriter
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male
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You’re mine

          Vegeta’s body lightly tossed and turned in the sheets enveloped with the sheen of his sweat, blood, and tears. His ability to decipher between reality and fiction muddled into obscured imagery; frightening and enthralling him. Vegeta’s father’s hand holding his son’s cold sweaty hand tightly, each light jerky jump of his son’s muscles made his heart pound harder; desperation and dread lingered around him, polluting the room with the sickening scent of death. The man’s voice once filled the room with frantic pleas, now grew silent by his son’s deathly ashen face. All he could do was be there, ensuring his son knew he was loved, with each light squeeze of his palm; he was there, and will always will be.

            Father Gabriel stood against the wall, his heart twinge, he mourned for the father, his display of love and tenderness for his son touched him deeply. In his fist he clutched the rosary, praying that God show pity to the lost young man and welcome him home, far away from the Devil’s grasp.

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Vegeta’s opened heavy eyes, felt his body become weightless, those piercing aqua eyes encompassing his vision, swallowing him whole, ripping him from reality, tossing him into the shadow of dreams…

            Vegeta felt the tips of his toes touch solid ground, the blackness faded into nothingness, revealing an ancient desert land. The ground rumbled and groaned under his bare feet, buildings busted from the dirt, moving with great speed upwards. His body rocked in a sway, causing his balance to waver, his back slammed against the facing, slipping down with great speed, moving closer to the ground below.

            Vegeta shouted in fright, his body tumbling downward in abandon, until with an ‘ouf’ he stopped. Cracking a weary eye open he took in his surroundings, a extravagant room, large vases filled of Lilac, the scent overpowering and wonderful, a large four poster bed tucked away and hidden by drapery, intranet colourful stones tiled the floors perfectly. Grand archways made him curious, questioning what luxurious beauty would he find in there. He was in awe of what surrounded him, so accustomed to below modest living his entire life, such things were only from his dreams, and he knew this be one of those wistful dreams.

            He smoothed his hands down the garment covering his chest, feeling the light sheer material, he gasped at the ornate gold bracers on his wrists a deep ruby its center piece. He felt the weight on his shoulders, timidly bringing his fingertips, traced the thick large object there; curiosity bloomed. He moved to a vanity, picking up the crude reflective mirror he stared in awe. His free hand smoothing down a cheek as his gawked into those eyes, those aqua green eyes… his hand trailed up; weaving through the blonde locks… he was the monster. It was then, the creature made an appearance. His hands slithered over Vegeta’s shoulders. “You see lovely, you are me, I am you…”

            Vegeta lips curled into a frown. “Was this… before you became a…”

            “Monster?” It laughed richly, his eyes shifted merrily, turning into Vegeta’s dark onyx iris, hair turning into deep rich ebony. “Yes, it is.” It came closer, pulling Vegeta closer, colliding their chests. “You were a Prince. We were. See the life of luxury we lived? We were loved by all then.” The creature took his hand, leading him into the sun, showing him the land in which they once ruled as one entity. “No one opposed our father, men and women alike threw themselves to us happily, willingly, and we were greedy, accepting all gifts from the commoners.” The thing smiled widely, a day dreaming look clouded his eyes. “We were gods here.”

            Vegeta looked around the buildings. “What happened then? If you...”

            The creature snarled and snapped. “We!”

            Vegeta’s brow twitched, giving a light grunt. “…If ‘we’ were so loved then what happened to…us?”

            The monster chuckled, tilting its head; a wicked smile morphed his features evilly. The scenery gave away, like a rolled away painting. Vegeta clutched the creature tightly, his feet hovering over the landscape, his heart pounded in his chest; he didn’t make a sound as they begun their quick descent to the ground below, only continuing to hold the monster closer, clinging to the dead body next to him.

            Once again the scenery begun to move away, fading into the background. In the distance he could see the creature, when he once breathed. The creature and Vegeta watched as his once mortal body raced through the sands on his steed, terror in his sea green eyes, behind him galloped a massive force of snarling barbaric men.

            “What is happening here?” Vegeta’s eyes scanned between the phantom men.

            “I am twenty seven years of age there. The barbarians came into our lands, you know them as Romans, this was before they begun to build the empire they are known for. Then they were savages. They came in hordes, laying waste to our majestic lands. I was made to run.”

            “Why are you showing me this?” Vegeta cringed when the stead fast steed was barraged with crude arrows, causing it to tumble down to the sands, making its rider clash against the ground into a barrel roll.

            “This was our beginnings lovely. My life as it once was your own.”

            “Why did …we…run?” Vegeta felt a chill run up his spine at the images presented, the barbaric men surrounded the fallen man, cutting him from view.

            The creature picked at his nails nonchalantly, with a shrug he responded hard-heartedly. “Fear, sorrow, self preservation.” Its aqua eyes spanned over Vegeta’s face, locking onto his onyx. “Do not be confused, or disheartened. We fought, we fought valiantly beside our comrades and father; but not every war is won on integrity and righteousness alone. We were fair men, good.” A flash of perplexity came across the creature, a realization of something grand had accrued within that precise moment. “We were a good man… we were loved…”

            “If there was any good in you, then why are you such a monstrosity now?” Vegeta’s anger rose, his fear and trepidation of the monster long gone. His fists clashed against the unmoving cold chest. “You killed my mother! You fucking disgusting beast!” Hiccups bloomed in his chest, tears of resentment and frustration streamed down his cheeks; weary, and drained, he laid his head to rest against the cold upper body of his death dealer. “I hate you…” Vegeta shook his head in small shakes, his voice dropped down to whispering mumbles. “Let me go, allow me death… I don’t want this burden you force upon me.”

            The creature was sick of Vegeta’s display; he fisted the dark locks, yanking his head back violently. With a deep growl and snarl he spoke. “Stop snivelling like a new born! I had to kill the bitch! She was going to take you away from me!” The creature sneered, nearly to a point of splitting fury. “She meant to send you to the church! The very brotherhood whom had done this to us!” the world gave away once again, finding himself in a room with men hovering over him. “Their leader wanted us to give in to him, we refused instantly, proudly, we spat our bloodied spit on his alabaster robes, and this was our punishment! These men, they raped us, used our body over and over until we begged for forgiveness from their leader.” The creature waved his hand once again, his eyes calmed, and he smiled. “Our pleas of forgiveness were answered, and our revilement was this.”

Vegeta dared to open his eyes, there laid the monsters living body, spread out, nude, bloodied, and dirty over two wooden slabs. His hands and feet tied to it. Three armoured men knelt before the prone weak body, large rusted nails dropped to the ground next to their feet and Vegeta’s breath hitched. He shut his eyes, not willing to be a witness, instead he heard the sounds, it echoed to him, the slide of the nail against the rocks hissed, the light tap of a hammer, he was crippled by the resounding boom, the pain laced in his wrists and feet, he screamed, the sound of the same scream echoed back, he cracked his eye open and saw the monstrosity done to the innocent man… he was an innocent man, he mauled those words over, we were innocent, we didn’t deserve it. Again the hammer came down, slamming the nail through bone and flesh and he scream feeling the indescribable pain.

“No remorse in their eyes, no souls, and you call me a monster. I had become what I am today because of them. Do you know how long we hung on that cross? It was five days, even the crows and vultures wept for us. It was a long time, it felt like years, and it gave us that time to allow the rage to fill us. I lost apart of my soul then, swore it over to what ever god that would allow me revenge, and that my dear little innocent, is how you came to be. You are me, we are one, that piece we’ve given as payment for revenge has been returned.” The blonde reached down, cupping Vegeta’s chin. “And I intend to make us one once again. Wake up, I am coming for you.”

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            Vegeta’s eyes opened in a start, his body jerked, the feelings of pain still throbbed in his feet and wrist. He felt his room began to shake violently, his father grasping his hand tight, the priest shouting. He could smell the panic in the room and suddenly, oddly he was feeling excited, a call that once scared him was now exciting him; he is coming. His chest filled of a strange feeling of love and need, the emotions of fear and hate melted away, he needed him, he need them to be ‘we’ once again.

            Vegeta’s father eyes brimmed of tears, begging to the priest and god to save them, save his son from the demon. The wall tore from the small home, sucking away the protection ornaments, Vegeta’s father quivered in terror, the figure of the monster himself silhouetted in the lamination of the moon, it came closer, exposing his demonic face, the striking resemblance of his son. He faltered back, screaming a mighty roar, reason with the creature; pointless.

            Vegeta raised, his hand fisted the sliver cross around his neck, yanking it from his collar, to sail to someone unknown corner to lay useless on the wooden floors. His dark eyes were changing; a slow pulse of violet coloring engulfing and dominating the ebony of his irises. He opened his mouth releasing a calm breath.

            Father Gabriel cursed the demon to the pits of hell, shouting prayers, grasping his cross, using everything he had to dispel the demon. He felt his throat constrict, his eyes bulge, finally catching the full attention of the creature of darkness; beautiful. Father Gabriel gasped, his eyes making its way over to the innocent victim on the bed, shocked, they were nearly exactly the same. The differences were not far and in-between; it all came down to coloring. Vegeta a raven haired man, the other, hair weaved from spun gold, and its eyes, ice cold aqua green, and Vegeta… violet… he had to take another look, he knew the man’s eyes were onyx, dark like the night, yet they glowed, purple. The Priest nearly whined, looking down to the mournful father frozen in fear and misery. “I’m sorry… it’s too late.” Vegeta was gone, there was nothing to fight against, the devil won this war. Vegeta’s father’s eyes blurred of tears, his lips moved but no sound came out, instead he lip the word no over and over.

            The monster smiled wickedly, moving in on the priest, his eyes flashing dangerously. “It has been too late the moment he was born. He was and always will be mine.” The creature snatched the priest’s holy blessed robes, hauling him close, ignoring the sizzling burning pain in his hand. He gave a toothy grin. “I will not fear evil.” It snickered. “Dine in the kingdom, forever and ever.” With a free hand he pulled the collar away, exposing the scruffy neck. Father Gabriel shook his head in fear, it liked that, always did, his chosen dinner would always squirm and struggle, terrified to meet their maker yet begged to see him nearly everyday; wasn’t it doing him a favour? It believed so.

            With an animalistic growl he sunk his teeth deep in the holy man’s flesh, tearing and pulling, splitting the arteries, making the blood gush in its mouth, it moaned, sucking and gorging itself in the blood of the priest’s; somehow it believed they’re kind tasted better, but nothing compared to Vegeta. One last haul of blood and the creature left the lifeless body to slump against him, the robes still searing its exposed skin. It snarled, showing off the long deadly fangs, grasping the priest’s head, it used its amazing strength and pulled the head from the owner’s body.

            The demon of the night turned its cold eyes to the father, as it took one step closer the sound of Vegeta’s voice halted him. “Let my father live, do not harm him.” Vegeta purred, crawling over his mattress, the sheets pooling around his knees. “I am what you want.” Vegeta lifted his loose top from his body exposing himself. His hands trailed down his chest, one strayed over the scars, evidence of the monster’s hunger. “I am what you need, come master, drink me up.”

            The creature known as a vampire laughed, laughed joyously, and in a flash it was kneeling beside its mortal twin, cold hands smoothed over the heated flesh, a deadly mouth hovered over the marks of its claim. “We will be one.”

            Vegeta tilted his head and groaned deep in his throat. He hissed his reply. “Yes.” The pressure on the base of his throat was great, penetrating flesh with a set of sharp canines, plunging through the artery, his life force, and drank him in. His eyes grew heavy, his body released a rush of euphoria to kill the pain of death, he fisted the cold clothing of his creature with white knuckles, and the last thought he had as a living man was ‘I’m sorry’; he looked to his father, and mustered a smile, he will be okay, he will never know pain or death again, disease would never rack his body. He will be walking the earth as a dead man. ‘I’m sorry’.

            Then all went black with his last breath…

            Animeslave my dear I was going to do a lemon scene but realized if I did I would at least need two chapters, Vegeta would wake up in his undead state, had his first kill, then the rules of being one of the undead, then sex… Soo I am thinking about turning this into a chapter fic on its own, but if anyone wishes to adopt it, then just email me.

            Thank you everybody for the reviews, and ratings, I love hearing from you all. Till next time in a land far far away V.W
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Daily prizes	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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