Slicing Up The Skeleton

CHAPTER THREE IS HERE!!!!!!!!

Goku: Would you SHUT UP!!!???? You are SOOO loud!

Star:*gets the sad face*..............fine......ya big meany...

Goku: Big meany? Ok, that was crap.

Star: What?......... you are mean though.........

Goku: Whatever, just start writing already!.......... I WANT TO KILL SOMEONE!!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Star:.................But I don\'t think you will kill anyone in this chapter.........

Goku: Really? Are you so sure?

Star: Yeah, I\'m pretty sure tha-......... hey what are you doing with that axe?............aw shit.....o__0

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Vegeta stepped into the large house and smiled at the warm smell that drifted to his nose. The others followed behind him, chating as they set down their bags. It was a beautiful home with the feel of secrity and heart stiched into it\'s every fiber........... but behind all that, the prince could feel a dark presence.........as if he were being watched.
Vegeta shook off the feeling as his wife approched him.
\"Something wrong, honey?\" Vegeta glanced into her cle ble blue eyes of warmth and nodded then tossed his glance to the ground.
\'Of course Something\'s wrong, you bitch.\' The sayian kept his bitter thoughts to himself as he padded away from the group and into the living room.
The floor was rich wood, just like the rest of the house, and the sitting chair and two sofas were lush and inviting with deep colors of the forest.
Vegeta walked over to the couch and sat down with a huff. He blinked then looked over at the piano in the corner. His eyes studied it carefully. The wood was dark and the green cusion of the bench was dusty as the keys must have been under the thin hard blanket where they slept, untouched. He sigh.
It was good to be away from home, away from all those horrid memories.
\'Kakarot.........\' His mind whispered the word and tears came to his eyes.
\'No! No here!\' He wiped the unwelcome drops away and with a deep breath he shook slightly. Kakrot was wrong for what he did! He was a bad person. He was a coward for hurting the ones he loved, especialy when they were so defenseless. But then it didn\'t make any since.............If he hated the other sayian then..........
Why did he miss him so?
Vegeta\'s troubling thoughts were interupted as Bulma walked into the room.
\"Are you sure you\'re doing alright?\" She sat next to her husband and placed a delicate hand on his back, rubbing slowly. He sighed before standing, leaving her hand in the air with nothing to caress.
His glare was sharp when he looked at her.
\'Why do you do this to me?\' He thought.
\'Why do you pretend to care? Is that what your \'supposed\' to do!!??\' He felt like screaming but he knew he couldn\'t. He would never be able to scream at her, because it was wrong, because they would all look down on him................because he didn\'t want to be alone.
\"I fine.\" He stated in a cold tone.
wom woman on the couch blinked and sig sighed herself.
\"Whatever, Vegeta. I\'m gonna go spend sometime with the family..........\" She stood and turned her back to him. As she began to walk away, the prince heard her mutter.
\"Something you never do.\" Anger flared inside him. How dare she!!!! That woman was acting as if it were his faut!!??? As if anything was his fault! He loved his family!!!!!
He loved them enough to KILL the only person who ever really knew him, who was willign to see him through! He broke himself everyday just to see his children smile! How was he a bad father!!!!????
The prince could feel himself dieing inside slowly and it was moments like this that he felt itwas so close to being the end. Or maybe that was the end of his temper........his sanity.
Bulma turned the corner and he had to fight not to go after her and crush her skull. He had to do something. Maybe some fresh air would help.
The sayian glanced at the doorway of the kitchen. He darted tords it then to its back and out the door that stood there. When he was out side, he sucked in a cool breath and looked to the sky.
There were rain clouds.............. Was it to rain today? He hope so. Vegeta loved the rain. For some odd reason he felt security it the small drops as they fell form dark heavens, damning everything with their dispare and madness. And he would wonder if maybe, on a different plain, his love was waiting for him...........or if he even loved him anymore.
Vegeta closed his eyes and remembered perfectly when he left the corpse of his love in that house alone. ...................It was such a haunting memory, but one that haunted him day in and day out.

He let the tear fall to the floor and then turned again. The hall was calling to him but the flames he was leaving behind were pulling him. All he wanted to do was run. Run forever, just to get away from a thought, a memory. But he wanted to run none the less.
Slowly, the prince lifted his right foot then placed it down a bit in front of him.
He stopped.
\'Keep moving!\' his mind screamed. He did it again, then again. Suddenly he burst out into a run. And he ran down the dark hallway. He ran down the stairs. He ran from the house and then blasted into the sky, soaring away from the island.
The air was beating on his face but he kept going. The night stretched on forever and after what seemed like a life time, he saw small, glittering dots form on the horizen. Slowly they turned into lights then buildings and homes.
He flew past them. He kept going.
Then he stopped. The prince landed on the ground and scaned the area around him.
It was the fair grounds. A shiver ran through him as he glanced at the now, huge vacant lot. There was sand and dirt beneath him and every now and then his eyes fell apon a large object covered in a grungy sheet.
\"Kakarot.......\" Dispite all that should be going through his mind, that fucking third class was the only thing that crossed it. And he hated him for it. He loathed him. Everything was going to be back to normal and he would have his family back.
His little girl, his boy............ But somehow, he knew the lies wouldn\'t satisfy his heart after he had tasted the truth. He knew nothing would be the same.
But what else was there? Pain? Suffering? No. He wouldn\'t stand for it, he had seen too much in his life to see anymore.
Besides, he had always hated Kakarot........... Why would it matter if the baka was dead or not? He didn\'t know, but the fact was it did matter, and deep inside all the pain that they cased seemed pure. It seemed to be the right thing................ What was coming to them for all there lieing and normal ways.
BUT IT WAS WRONG!!!!!!!!!!
Vegeta held his head in dispare as more tears fell from his empty eyes. He didn\'t want the rest of his life to be meaningless and full of false love.
With Kakarot it wasn\'t like that. There was passion and truth and.................love. But that was over.......he was gone.
And the prince of all sayians was now the only one left to rule over a dead kingdom. Forever and always, he would remain totally alone.

He gave a shakey sigh and opened his eyes.
\'Alone.....\' Such an awful though. A horrid thought. But that was his new truth, that was his life.
Vegeta walked further into the lush, green yard. He past the garage and was nearing the trash cans.
Suddenly a smell wrapped itself around his nose. But it wasn\'t the smell garbage. It was something else, but something very firmilar.
Blood.
Could it really be.......? No. It couldn\'t, it wasn\'t possible........was it?
Vegeta walked closer and as the fence came into reach he grabbed hold of it and steadied himself. The dark green of the trash can was taunting at this moment. It called him a coward was he hesitated to pull of the lid and see what was inside.
Carefully he reached out his hand and grasped the thin, plastic handle. The stench became worse as he lifted it.
Suddenly he closed his eyes and tossed the sauser ind him.
There was silence.
He opened his eyes..............
His stomach almost jumped out of his mouth but he covered his lips with his hand, forcign it back down.
The \'old bastard\' that supposidly was at the bar was lieing in a ripped, white trash bag........
In pieces.
His skin was a tent of blue and was slowly being eaten away by maggots and flys. His eyes were open and Vegeta was sure his mouth would be open in a scream if he had a bottom jaw. His rotting head sat on top of his severed limbs and torso, covered in blood that slid down the walls of the trash can and pooled at the floor, mixing with stray candy wrappers and cigerate butts.
No this couldn\'t be.............t-this couldn\'t be happening.
The prince stepped away from the body, but still his eyes never left it.
Then he heard it.
A sound he never wished to hear again but it was there. And this time it wasn\'t a dream.............it was real. Very real.


Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody\'s looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused


He shuttered as the noise seeped from the inside of the garage. He turned and stared at it for a moment. This might be a really stupid move, but he didn\'t care.
Slowly the prince made his way to the small shack. Something was pulling him there. He didn\'t know what, but eh had to follow...... maybe it was hope?
Carefully he pushed open the flimsy door and stepped in. He looked around the dwellings for a moment before his eyes landed on an old, broken and dustly boom box.
The machine was covered in blood and so was the large axe sitting next to it.
He stood, shaking.
\"Kakarot?\" His voice was meek as he called out the name of his love. There was hope there, pleadign hope, begging hope. That someone would answer.
But no one did.
Vegeta strolled over to the boom box and kelt down in front of it as it played it\'s enchanting song.
Tears fell from his eyes as his hands moved into his hair.
\"I\'m losing my mind............. I\'m losing my mind without you, my love.\" His words were soft but still the one one watching heard them quite well.

His eyes fell on the prince and inside he wanted to reach out and wrap the older sayinan in his arms, but that was not part of his plan wou would have to wait. Vegeta had to be punished. He had to pay for what he did to his mate. Goku felt a shiver run over him as he remembered waking up in that room without his love.........then crying when he found his everything, his Vegeta to be untrue.
The thought never left his head............Never.

His eyes opened harshly and the pain inside him blared with intensity. He growled low in his throt as he glanced down at the large pot on his stomach. The sheet had been burned away a while ago.
He sat up and the pot tumbled to the floor with a tub he looked down again as he swung his legs painfully over the edge of the bed.
There was a huge hole in his stomach and the blood was still fresh inside of his ripped skin.
He stood and limped over to the bath room. He stared into his own reflection.
His face was drained and pale. His eyes were empty and sullen........... But then again \'gloomy\' didn\'t exactly fit what he was feeling right now.
He grinded his teeth together in pain, but at least he was alive.
Silly Ouji! Did he actually think this would kill him. He would never die! Not until he got what he wanted and that was his prince.
Goku lifted a hand and reached into his open stomach a scream of pain emerged from his pale lips as he felt the fur of a dead rat on his finger tips. He snatched it up and pulled it out, tossing it to the floor with a splat.
After a momednt he reached in for another then another and another. Soon they were all gone. There were twelve in all.
Tears ran from his eyes. Tears of pain and betrayle, but he didn\'t care to wipe them away. Once again he glanced at the wound as fresh blood dripped from the torn flesh. His eyes went back to the miror and at that moment he swore this would not happen again.
He swore his vengence.

Goku remembered the promise he had made to himself and his hands fisted at his sides. It was time to put his plan into action.
He stepped out from his hidign spot and watched Vegeta closely as he cried there. Alone.
The younger sayian got closer but his prince didn\'t seem to notice. He raised the object in his hand and brought it down hard ij a single stroke.
The hammer slammed into the back of vegeta\'s head and his world went black.

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WHOA!!!!!! That was long........ well, to me anywayz. I will try to get the next one up fast but I dunno. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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