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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 28

          Now here I stand over looking the lands pondering and reminiscing on the long ago. There isn’t a ‘happy ever after’ for me; where I walk in the glimmering sunset with my true love holding me tight. No, instead I just watch. I watch as the times change, watch as the people grow, and I am a witness of the unspeakable evil befalling mankind. There isn’t anything in my power to stop it, nor do I care enough to do so if I did. That part of me died along with Kakarot. My humanity.

            It was one of the hardest things I had to cope with; the final hours of Kakarot’s life. His light was snuffed out from my world, leaving me behind. Piccolo had said he was generous to allow me to watch over the village and if he knew how it would have affected me he would never allow me even to speak of the jungle. You must be confused. You see after many months of my depression Piccolo grew furious with me and came up with the solution; he allowed me to watch over the village to ‘brighten my day’. But he knew I would not watch the others only one man. Kakarot.

It gave me some joy to see his smiling face and to watch how his body moves when he was in full sprint on the hunt. No matter his age he still held his agility and strength. There were moments where I see him through the mirror a confused blank stare would take him, these moments usually happen when he finished bathing and looked at the cascading waterfalls; I wonder did he picture me walking out of the water towards him? Other times was when he was in the hut, I never knew what held his gaze until I finally looked away from him to see what entrapped him. There hanging off one of the shelves hung the golden necklace of the phoenix Raditz had given me when we were boys. My heart stopped. How could I forget? Did he remember me?

No matter how many times I fantasized that Kakarot would one day place me back in his memory, such a thing didn’t occur. I watched for years at times I would reach out to the cold unforgiving glass gently caressing the figure shown to me. Wishing I could touch his face. I had to stop torturing myself; I had to stop watching. Instead I catered to Piccolo’s needs.

I would be lying to myself if I had to say I didn’t enjoy myself; he was a fantastic lover. He always kept me on the borderline of pleasure and pain until he gave me the last push into cosmic bliss. In those moments with Piccolo I completely forgotten Kakarot, but his memory would force itself upon me. In the aftermath of our passionate come-together as I would lay there panting, I could hear Kakarot’s soft whispers, feel his hands sooth me down as he always had done. Then the guilt ravaged me; at times prickle of tears would plague me as I would lose myself in memories.

Of course this did not sit well with the grand ‘master’. He refused to see me under any circumstance other than when he wished to fulfill his desires. My body was his and my soul belonged to him, but my heart still was grasped in Kakarot rough gentle hands. Piccolo had said over time I will be his wholly. Mind, body, and soul, it is hard for me to believe this for I remember a tyrant claiming the same, Frezia.

I was eighty-six years of age when Piccolo finally allowed me out of the stone palace with a condition. I was only allowed around the edges of the jungles. I gladly agreed, overjoyed with the notion I finally can be released from that god awful bright palace. I walked and walked aimlessly not having any sense of direction just taking step by step. When I came to a small open clearing did I stop, just to admire the beauty. Small openings from the trees above allowed the sun to shine through highlighting the rainbow colored butterflies fluttering about. The grass swayed with each breeze, and the birds chirped in harmony. I took residence on a boulder stretching out and leaning back as the light hit and warmed my face. I sat there motionless until I had a visitor.

“Beautiful.”

The voice took me out of my peaceful moment; I knew from the sound alone it was an elder man. I remained as I was, I had no reason to place up my guard. I was immortal thanks to the waters, and it was an elder man. “It is beautiful here.” I slowly sat up about to greet my visitor.

“Yes this place is beautiful as well.”

I couldn’t stop the smirk even if I wanted to. “Thank you.” I slowly opened my eyes. “What brings you out here elder?” As I looked over and saw the man my breath was caught and my heart stopped.

“I came for my last long walk young man.” He sat next to me uncaring if I wanted him there. “I wanted to see all the beautiful jungle before I pass on.” He turned and gave me such a warming smile, his face covered in wrinkles and age spot’s. But his eyes remained as they always were; open, honest, loving, and free. “But I never thought I would find something far more beautiful then nature.” He leaned back and I could hear the slight cracks of his joints. He chuckled. “If I was a young strapping man I would find a way to gain you.” He winked at me.

I sat there dumbfounded, what else was to be expected. Here I sat with my former mate. I was young and he old. But even then he was still handsome to me, I guess love is blind. But then it wasn’t his looks that hooked me in, but they were indeed a push forward. It was his eyes and his soul that entrapped me. From the very moment we first laid eyes on one another I felt a pull to him and he felt the very same. Now here we sat, he the talker, and I the listener. He spoke of the village, the people, his son and grandchildren. It seems Gogeta had a knack for children and decided four was in order. I couldn’t help but to laugh as he told me how lively the three boys where and what a trouble marker the little girl was. He went silent once again staring off into the sky. What he said shook me and at the same time filled me of hope. Maybe, just maybe he will look me into the eyes and know me.

“There is something missing. There was always something missing I know. The mother of Gogeta died giving birth, my mate. But yet even as I still can recall the screams and her words before she passed on I know it isn’t true. My mind replaced something.” Kakarot scratched his head a gesture he never gave up. “I can feel it in here.” He placed a withered hand to his chest. “I know something was taken and it was that feeling that held me. I never moved on, never took another mate because what ever was taken means …”

I couldn’t help myself even if I wanted to. I placed my hand of top of his own and looked deep in his eyes. “What was taken elder?” My heart pumped furiously threatening to burst from my chest as we held each others gaze. For a split second I could see the recognition flash in his eyes. My heart soared and just as quickly it sunk.

He moved slightly back and beamed a smile my way light chuckles filled the air. “Pay no attention to the ramblings of an old man young one.” I wondered briefly how he would take the knowledge of my age. I slumped slightly, I couldn’t tell Kakarot of who I was and that I was the one taken from him. It wouldn’t matter. I gave him a small smile and patted his hand.

“I must go Kakarot, thank you for the company, but I must return.” I can see confusion fill his eyes, a question on the tip of his tongue. But instead he smiled at me and reached over picking a flower from the earth. He stood and slightly wobbled his age evident to us both.

“Here and pretty flower for a beautiful spirit. Maybe I will see you when I pass on.” He handed me the yellow flower and cupped my cheek. I was slightly shocked of the gesture and what he believed me to be.

“A spirit?” I had to ask what it was that made him think I was. He gave me that ‘I know’ smirk and answered.

“Only a spirit could be as beautiful as you are, and also you knew my name when I didn’t give it to you.”

I looked down at the grass, yes indeed I said his name. I didn’t noticed I had until he mentioned it to me. I didn’t speak any more to him, instead I returned the smile and reached up taking his head in my hands and gave him a long gentle kiss on the top of his head. I turned quickly leaving him behind in the small opening.

Of course when I returned to the palace Piccolo stood there waiting. He didn’t say a word; he knew everything that had passed no doubt from the mirror. He took the flower from my hand and crushed it beneath his boot turning to leave me behind to trail along like a dog to its owner. But I guess that is what I was to him. A pet.

Days and days after I sat looking at the mirror warring with myself. Should I watch, or should I not. The curiousness of my being made me watched. As the images came in view and I saw Kakarot laying on his cot the golden necklace wrapped in a hand. His breathes were slow and shallow; I knew then Kakarot was dying. Gogeta sat beside him holding his hand as his father slowly slipped to the other side. I watched as his silted eyes slowly closed, his last word nearly took me with him to the other side. In his last breath he lightly whispered my name in such a broken manner. ‘Ve..ge..ta.’

I lost it. I became crazed, depressed, rage. I went on the attack killing Raditz in a vicious and brutal manner. His body laid in pieces his blood splattered the white walls in a gruesome art. I didn’t have to search out Piccolo he appeared the moment I was done dismantling Raditz. I attacked him head on, screaming and laughing hysterically like a lunatic; tears flowed mixing with Raditz’s blood that covered my body. I went to the very basic means of fighting swinging wildly in the air, teeth and nails became weapons, I threw myself at him roaring, and growling like a beast. All it done to him was turned him on.

He took me just as brutally as I attacked him, slamming my body down ripping off my clothing as I clawed and bite him, unable to mar any of the skin as I wanted to. My instincts changed from killing to fucking when he penetrated me yanking my hair back.

He knew Kakarot passed on and the flood of emotions took me over. He believed then I reverted back in ‘his dark lord’. He was utterly incorrect. As soon as the rage ebbed I reverted into a deep depression. I ran from his palace hunting the earth for a means of death. I leaped off of countless cliffs, tried to slice open my neck trying to remove my own head, I even leaped into a volcano; but nothing would harm me, nothing at all could touch my skin. I remained unscathed, and breathing.

Piccolo came for me when I floated on the liquid magma looking up to the darken sky wondering if Kakarot was looking down at me. He jumped down scooping me into his arms and brought me back into the palace. He placed me on his large bed pulling a cover up and stroked my face. He told me that one day the hurt would go away, and that he loved me.

I lived on for centuries unchanging, my body frozen in time. Slowly my twisted relationship with Piccolo begun to blossom. I didn’t care anymore. I wasn’t Vegeta no-longer. To all the pitiful mortals that were ruled by Piccolo called me lord. I was Lord and Piccolo Master. Many temples were erected for us all across the lands, now don’t get confused I didn’t kill nor did I judge any soul. I was just a basic means of support for Piccolo. As he sat on his throne in one of his many palaces I would stand or sit beside him. As one mortal had written: ‘As the king of all man and god’s sat on his throne beside him stood his greatest treasure. The beauty of such a god could blind the simplest of men and turn any strong willed man into a slave all for one small glance.’

All because of his written words many simple fools whom never seen me believed me to be a woman, many of the temples built for me held statues of a beautiful woman. Some where of love, fertility, and several was of a warrior woman. I laughed at times at their silly little beliefs. I had seen and heard many versions myself from the mortals.

Piccolo as well held many different names throughout the ages. The mortals called him god, the devil, Lucifer, and many many more. The ones he ruled knew him as master. He destroyed and built many civilizations; but over time ruling became boring to him. I believe it was around the time Christianity can into bloom was when he gave it up taking the guise of ‘the devil’. I think the name boosted his ego more then master ever had. I believe this because he played the role of the Christians devil. He corrupted many souls with riches and lust. Trapping them into the wrong path. Yes indeed he gave up ruling but that didn’t stop him from his fun.

No he didn’t rule as he once had, instead he stayed in the dark recess of the earth controlling the crimes and wrong doings. In this day and age he would be considered ‘the crime boss’ nothing happen without his say. He enjoys the world as it is now.

The mortals had made a huge advancement over the past several hundred years. Cars, skyscrapers, planes, and so much more; even I at times is very impressed. Right now we take residence in one of the largest skyscraper in America. Of course several of the suites are mine, the lower houses the guards, the middle holds his beloved night club filled of drugs, booze, and trampy dancers male and female. He loves to cater to mortals needs for his own delight. The upper levels holds his ‘business’ meetings, his quarters, and his precious harem. Do that surprise you he has other lovers to satisfy himself with?

He has been gaining a collection as he calls it since 1702. He lavished them with gifts and promises he never fulfilled. Not one of them where worthy of immortality as he said as he stroked my arms in reassurance. I couldn’t care less with what he does or fucks. It saves me from it.

He hasn’t laid a finger on me for many years now, perhaps eighty. But no other is allowed to touch me or they would be killed in a slow and painful manner if they did. He would make it a public affair with his men if one where to try there luck with me; he showed them all the punishment if they tried. Something he needed to do to his joy at least every forty to fifty years.

He refuses me to be absent in his meetings; he always was a show off. I would sit beside him at his table as his selected evil mortals discussed their territories and the current problems that they had either it be with others going on their own, talking, or the ‘law men’. Those meetings bore me.

My only enjoyment is shopping. Yes I had gain quite an addiction. It was always clothing, so many different labels, styles, and colors. I had big and hefty funds to use all thanks to Piccolo. It gives me pleasure to know I was spending his money. At times I would just go on a shopping spree even buying clothing for the workers. Not out of being nice just to spend. There is a whole wing dedicated to my clothing alone that would make any designer cum on the spot. I think the cheapest thing I ever purchased was 1,200.00. I believe it was an undergarment. I even bought clothing for Piccolo’s whores just to keep him going back to them and leave me to my peace.

I do at times let my mind wonder back on Kakarot throughout the ages. I wonder what he thinks of what I had become, who I am now, and what I have seen. I wonder briefly if he still holds love for me. I wonder as well if I do still love him or am I beyond all that silly emotions? I may still walk the earth breathing but I feel dead. I feel that I should just lay in the dirt and wither away. But that would be pointless.

I walked down this street looking at the many stores. I can see the workers eyes light up when they see me praying that I come in. They know I will spend no less then two hundred thousand in their store. But strange enough I do not feel like going on a splurge. Instead I stop in front of a movie theater. I am still amazed they still stand today; ever since the internet hit the world many shops died. No one went in there any longer instead sitting in-front of a screen downloading all their desires from pornography, music, and movies.

I guess it was the poster that made me stop here. It was a man and woman gazing into each others eyes. The male had a fading look to him as the female held her solid form. The title “The time travelers wife.” It made me think. What if I could travel in time. What would I change? With nothing else better to do I walked up to the teenage boy and bought a ticket for the afternoon show. This movie will kill some time for me.

Just one more chapter muahahahahah! Almost done this fic buahahahahah!
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