Much Like Suffocating | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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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?) Homosexuy (ey (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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Krillin did have guilt about
it. Enough that it bothered him. But he couldn’t do anything about it, other
than try to shove it aside and concentrate on making his mind as pure and clean
as he possibly could, because to call down the Juro Gods was to flay open your
soul and mind and ask for the beating that was certain to come. No matter how hard you tried, it was
inevitable that you would fail somewhere along the line and the Juro Gods knew
about it. They would punish your
failure, naturally, to remind you that failure was not an option unless you
wanted to become like those Juro of long ago that had burned for years in the
fires of the Gods’ disapproval.
He
wanted to offer his ideas to Bulma, but to say out loud that there was a way to
do as she asked him would be blasphemy and that crime was punished with
deafness and muteness and if he were deaf or mute he couldn’t hang onto the
Gods long enough to get them to free the enslaved ones that Bardock kept. All this, these thoughts of guilt and the
thoughts that tied into what Bulma had asked of him, were wrapped up in a neat
little bundle on the surface of his mind where Goten could pluck them out as
easily as breathing and sort through them in his own mind. Hand over the preteen thoughts to Bulma.
But
Krillin could only duck his head and play the idiot wimp for her now. Couldn’t speak those words if he wanted to
keep his own life, if he wanted to be able to call down the Gods. Because they struck the blasphemers deaf and
mute in the first second and if you could not hear or speak you could not
beseech the Gods’ kind interference.
You could only suffer an eternity knowing that whatever you would have
asked your Gods to do was lost because you were too unclean for them.
Krillin
could live with a lot of things, but he wasn’t sure he could live with himself
if they failed to take down Bardock because he was too foul for the Juro Gods
to listen to. He would hate them, he knew,
the Gods he would hate them so much they would kill him. And then what would become of him? Nothing.
There was no heaven for those that the Juro Gods despised and he would
become nothing. Bardock would win, and
he would be nothing because he told Bulma the truth.
So
he suffered with his guilt, and kept his mouth quiet. Thought humble little thoughts of how he was unworthy of the
Gods. Prayed with all his being that he
be forgiven any sin he had committed.
Swore his allegiance to his Gods alone.
Hoped, deep inside of himself, that he would not fail to protect Goku
again.
~~~***
Vegeta
walked—he felt that crawling would have been much easier, considering how badly
his body ached—over to the stones next to the fire pit. Flopped on the lower one and watched Goku
walk over and stand next to him.
Because Goku had been training for a solid nine years and his body
wasn’t telling him that one more attempt at training would kill him. Not that he blamed the taller Saiyan,
because Goku was helping him, but it was damn annoying.
“Good
job, ‘Geta,” Goku said. He was
winded. Vegeta had winded him. That was an accomplishment.
“Taaaaaaaa-ddddaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,”
Goten said, appeared out of nowhere with Trunks just behind him bearing spears
of food. “I know you missed me,” Goten
said. Gave them both a cheery nod and
then turned, bounced a little and got the fire pit cleaned up and organized for
the fire in just a few seconds. Let
Trunks start the fire though, and said: “I’ve got to go get the cat. Some very important things I need to tell
her.”
Trunks
rolled his eyes and set the food up in the fire pit, knelt and started the
fire. Then looked at the two of
them. “We can’t talk about the plan
around Krillin,” he said, “Because a lot of what we’re going to do is a mortal
sin for him.”
So? But then Vegeta had fleeting sense of
meanness and sighed. He really didn’t
want the mind reader dead. Bleeding
maybe, repentant for life for making Goku’s mind such a mess, but not
dead. So if that meant they had to talk
behind his back that was fine. He
didn’t care. Just as long as they got
to defeat Bardock soon. His father
wasn’t going to live forever, and the throne was forfeit if he arrived even a
moment too late.
“Alright,”
Trunks said, “First of all, you,” he pointed at Vegeta, “Have to stop
training. I agreed to help you but of
the two of us, I get to kill Bardock.
You’ll be no use to anyone if you look weak when you take the
throne.”
Vegeta
glared at the twit, glared with all his power, and it was a refreshing thing to
do, because this glare of his had often sent little nobodies to their knees
pleading for forgiveness from their Prince.
Trunks, though, was his brother, and he just returned the glare with his
strange blue eyes until it ended with a draw and the annoying mindreader
returned carrying Bulma.
“Alright,”
Goten said, sat her on the ground.
“Now, here’s how we’re getting to the palace. Tomorrow morning we’re going to climb on the Spider’s backs and
hop to the Juro Moon. That’s an outpost
thing that use to generate cash. Anyone
can use it as long as you pay them something shiny. So, Trunks and Chichi will sleep the whole day and most of the
night and the next morning we all wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed and head
for the palace.”
Chichi
drifted over to them, tilted her head to one side and had a strange little
smile on her face. “Imagine how its
blood will churn,” she whispered, “When the murdering child it never saw comes
to claim its life.” Smirked.
“Have
you figured out what’s been generating the thoughts yet?” Vegeta leaned
forward, looked around Goku to where the cat was sitting and shddeddded.
“Yep. I can even make something to keep the
thoughts out…I think. There is a
dampener for the effect that Bardock is generating but I don’t have the
supplies to make them.
“The
Juro moon will,” Trunks said.
“Wait,”
Bulma said, “Won’t that put Goten in danger.
I mean, I don’t think the Juro Gods are going to be like ‘oh, honey, I’m
so glad you came home.’ Considering they
aren’t even happy when he’s out here.”
“No,
they’ll be more like ‘get over here so I can beat your ass you worthless piece
of shit.’ But all they can do to me on
their own moon is give me a bunch of pretty dreams about things I’ve killed.”
“Why
would they do that?” Goku asked.
Stepped back so Vegeta could sit up straight and still see around him to
where the cat and the Spider were.
“Because,”
Trunks said from next to the fire, “The Juro pity the victim in every
situation. So if your mean old daddy
smacks your head when your five, they still think you’re pitiable after you’ve
killed enough people to populate a planet.
It’s a fucked up system.”
pan>pan>“Yeah,”
Goten said with a grin, “They really like Trunks. Think he’s such a poor little boy.”
That
was news. He would have thought that
they would hate Trunks. Krillinn’t
n’t
seem to like Trunks very much when he first showed up, so the Gods wouldn’t. But then nobody but those stupid ass Gods
seemed to have any clue what the hell they thought of anything. Punish the people that were doing good in
the world and pity the fucking murderers.
That made so much sense he would just puke.
(Yeah,
well. That’s Gods for you. Think of the Saiyan Gods that handed Bardock
his visions but turned their back when he desecrated their race. Where’s the sense in that?)
The
Saiyan Gods didn’t pretend to be involved in the minute details of their
subject’s lives. It wasn’t what they
did. They just sat back and watched
them do what they wanted and interfered when the show got boring. Not that everyone knew this particular,
because the religion sometimes is what riled up the troops for the war, but it
was the truth after all. In the beginning
the Juro and the Saiyan Gods had this big competition going on who could bless
their royalty with more powers. The
Juro won, but then they got pissed at their race for being disgusting pricks
and burned them alive for years.
The
Saiyan Gods just quietly left their people alone.
(Yeah. Except they give Bardock his visions. What’s it saying that he’s never heard of
me? Or Trunks?)
“Goten,”
Trunks snapped, “If you’re going to say things, say them outloud. Its pretty fucking hard to plan a strategy
when half the fucking people are zombified with your voice prattling in their
minds!”
“I
was just going to say,” Goten said, “That I can stop Bardock from getting any
visions about us once we get to the Saiyan planet.”
“What
about Krillin?” Bulma whispered, “If the Gods are really going to be as pissed
as you say… Aren’t they going to want
their like…pound of flesh or something?”
“That’s
what I’m for, dear,” Goten said, “The all purpose whipping boy. Besides, he’s royalty, I’m not even sure
they can kill him.”
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Goku: You
know, this story would be vastly improved if there was more sex.
Vegeta:
Yes. It would.
Goten: I am
in total agreement.
Bulma: Yeah,
it would be nice if I got some. You
know, it sucks being the character that never gets laid.
Noel:
That’s
a pretty solid theory. Except for the
Spiders. They t git give a damn about
Bardock or anyone else. In fact, Chichi
wouldn’t even be helping them if not for the fact that she was ostracized from
her people. ;)
EleneK
Hmm… Hmm…
That theology is truly mind-boggling.yes"> All of that work poor dumb Bardock put into his son and he’s
going to die anyway. And that spiel
explains everything but “Why train Goku to be a r Sar Saiyan if he doesn’t want
to be killed by one?”
Webtester 01:
Yeah. We should go back—what a romantic thing to
say.
Mechanical Butterfly:
*breaks
down into hysterical sobs the likes of which are a bit embarrassing * ANGEL!
*more sobbing * Oh, how I’ll
miss you! *more sobbing * *sniffle *
Especially Wesley and Spike and Lindsey and…yeah, well Angel a bit. *sobs *
Although, that episode had a great line. “I want you Lindsey.”
Great line for Angel. ;) I’d babble more, but there is the chance
that someone reading this hasn’t seen it yet and thus has no idea what happens
and will hate me if I tell them.
Anyway. Yay!
Goku on Top! Yay Goten! Yay Freiza’s head!
Boo
Bardock! Boo his stupid visions.
Lol. Glad you liked it.
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