Much Like Suffocating | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4298 -:- 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. |
WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:
A.
If I owned the show (DBZ), dontcha think you’d be watching the smut
instead of just reading it? (Insert
standard disclaimer here: I don’t own Vegeta,
Goku, (any other characters mentioned herein) or the show they came from DBZ
DBGT or just plain DB.)
B.
ALL RIGHTY. *rubs hands
together and looks up terms for the list of warnings: * Sadly, this is AU, but folks, don’t run away
already screaming. You can read
it. I swear It’ll be chocked full of
lemony goodness. LEMONS (Not talking
about the fruit here, either. I’m
talking about the sex ones; although how did it come to be a ‘lemon’
anyway?) "> Homosexuality (er…duh.) Also (warnings I’ve never used before!
Gasp): bondage, shady professions, and
graphic descriptions. (Hopefully
graphic anywho.) Also, dirty language
doubtlessly. DARK. BAD THINGS HAPPEN HERE FOLKS.
C.
As always I strive to keep folk in character even when they are not
‘themselves’ in the canon-sense. If
you’re reading this and you’re like they are so not in character, give it a
chappie or two and see if you still think that.
I tried very hard not to write this. I batted it down and tried to starve the
bunny (the plot bunny) until it went away.
And you see how far that got me.
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It
was getting ridiculous. She was more
than capable of standing up and moving around, and every time she so much as
stretched, Chichi was there, hovering around her, glowering just to prove that
she would not allow Bulma to get up and move before she felt that the woman was
good and ready.
Which
she was. She was more than ready to get
up off her ass and move around. But the
Spider-bitch-Princess declared that despite what the cat thought, she was
wrong, and she wasn’t strong enough to get up and exert herself much. She could walk outside, sit her ass down
again, walk back to the cave. Sit. Talk.
Think.
She
was thinking a lot, actually, trying to figure out just what it was that had
been on that ship. Just because Goten
could get into Bardock’s mind now, didn’t mean that Bardock couldn’t get into
their minds again. Living in that ship
when it pulsed those thoughts would have eventually driven them all into
homicidal obsession over ‘Kakarot’ and making him bleed and cry. Somehow, she was sure, that thing in the
ship wasn’t the only weapon Bardock had against them. He wasn’t that stupid.
(Oh, she hoped he was, but realistically, she knew that wasn’t the
truth.) s">
However,
talking to Krillin about how thoughts could be produced through machinery was
like banging your head into a spike-studded brick wall. There was just no point in it unless you
really liked the pain. He refused to
acknowledge the fact that there was life outside the tiny little box he lived
in whereby the Gods resolutely forbid the making of the sort of machinery that
Bulma was speaking about.
So,
DUH, Krillin, the Gods forbid it. But
Bardock doesn’t give a damn. He would have
invented it anyway. But not by
himself. Because smart and strong or
not, Bardock had no mechanical or engineering aptitude. He was as dumb as a sod house when it came
to that sort of thing. Thus far in the
past two days all she had managed to think of (was how empty the cave seemed with
Trunks and Goten here, and were they ever going to stop fucking long enough to
come back and finish this crusade against Bardock?) was that somehow, Bardock
had managed to synthesize his thoughts into a machine that emitted frequencies,
kind of like a radio, but they were frequencies that nobody would be able to
find or hear if they weren’t a mindreader.
Then he powere up up so that it projected thoughts out into their
minds. Subliminally at first and then
dominantly in their minds so that they realized what they were thinking.
She
huffed, thought of how nice it would be if Goten’s annoying ass was here to
help her figure this out, because Krillin had offered his apologies and told
her flat out that he wasn’t going to be much help. The sort of thing she was talking about was ‘inconceivable’ for
him. At least the little wimp was
honest. (At this point, his only good
trait.)
~~~***
Goten
rested his chin on Trunks’ chest, the rest of his body lying on him, between
his legs, just resting, warm and soft and only slightly heavy. (Goten lik like skin and bones, the only
other thing his body had was muscle, and that barely accounted for the lackifat.fat.) “Do you want to know?” was the
little whisper.
Trunks
looked at him. Sighed. Didn’t know that answer. Wasn’t sure that knowing the truth as heard
from Bardock’s mind was the best course of action, but someone had to know. Someone needed to know when the lies were
spouted and Goten looked at him with those dark eyes that promised nobody else
would ever know.
(Sometimes,)
Goten’s voice in his mind said, (Its worse to know.)
“Fi
Tr
Trunks said, “Tell me. What does the
murdering traitorous bastard think?”
Goten
sighed a little. Kissed his chest and
then said: “When Radditz was born, Bardock was still a pretty young man, a
strong one that fought for his title and his fame and was pretty impressive and
well known. The day Radditz was born,
Bardock had a vision that son son would become a strong fighter and would be
known in the world just like his father.
Bardock would be the father of a imperial Elite, as well as being an
Elitist himself. Then, when the Prince—that’s
your brother—Vegeta was born, he had another vision.” There was a pause here, and Goten shifted. “The vision was of the Prince’s future
reign, where he would be a cruel dictator and a tyrant no so unlike
Freiza. Only worse.yes"> ;) Yeah, I think Chichi’s
cute when she calls Bulma her kitten.
pan>pan>*pets Chichi. *
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