The Dark and Light side of Love

WARNINGS: Incest, rape, angst, gore, language, and death.

Now, for an extra long chapter. I think it’s the best one I’ve written. Now, it’s my first try at writing rape and gore, so don’t judge me if it’s not that great. I’ve put a lot of thought into this…my head hurts…so enjoy! Oh, and don’t forget to read chapter 2. I uploaded two chapters this time.


~~flashback~~


Vegeta’s POV


~~“Vegeta! How dare you disobey me!”

“Please, forgive me father! I promise I won’t do it again!”

I wept to my father on my knees as I begged him to forgive me, not to punish me. He glared daggers down at me as I again disobeyed him by not staying around our area, our lands.

I can’t help it. I’m curious about the Light’s lands. For Gods sake, I am Prince of these lands, I should know of the other lands that are out there. Of course, I’m 13. What do I know.

“Please father. I only wanted to see the Light’s lands…” I tried again for forgiveness, but my father wasn’t buying it.

“Vegeta,” father bends down to hold my chin, “do you realize how much danger you put yourself in by going anywhere near those lands?”

I looked into his eyes hopelessly, knowing for sure that no matter what I do, I shall be punished for my actions. I just shook my head. I moved back a little as he came a little closer to my face.

“The King of those lands, Bardock, could capture and possibly torture you. Of course, being turned into one of those miserable Lights could torture anyone. Then you’d become one of them, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if that ever happened to you.” He said all this as he stroked my tear, red stained cheek.

Of course he wouldn’t be able to ‘live’ without me. Then who would he torture? From the sound of things, I much rather be captured by the Lights than ‘live’ with my own father.

I just nodded. “I understand father. I won’t go near their lands again.” I looked down sadly, knowing what was going to happen now.

Father let go of my chin roughly. “Yeah right. Since when do you ever listen to me?”

I looked up as he walked away. Then I suddenly froze as I knew what he was retrieving. I started to panic as I saw him pull out his whip that he usually uses to beat me with and advanced towards me. More blood red tears ran down my face as I knew of the pain to come.

Father stopped in front of me, whip in hand. “Since this seems to be the only thing to get through to you to know what you have done, I know that it won’t be enough for you to understand what you have done.”

While he was talking, I looked between him and the door of the hide out’s throne room; deciding whether or not to make a break for it. As if knowing my motives, he launched himself at me. I dodged him and started to take off toward the door when I tripped and realized that father had a hold of my ankle. I tried to claw my way toward the door, yelling and panicking, knowing that he’ll get me eventually. He pulled me towards him as he stood up and threw his arm back then brought the whip down on my back and I screamed.

We usually didn’t wear armor. Actually, I never did. I just wore my black spandex suit. That’s what father always preferred me to wear, of course.

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I sat outside just on the edge of our territory, wallowing in my grief, in my pain. I can’t stand this anymore. I can’t stand my father anymore. If only there was a way out of this grief. Though, as long as this torture has been going on, I should be used to it by now. I thought about running away, but I knew that that would just make things worse. If only someone could take this pain from me. Though, who would want to help me? A sad Prince, forever wandering in the darkness. I’m afraid that one of these days, I’ll just snap. I just might lose all my sanity from the weight of my depression. There must be a way out of this, there must be.

I hugged my knees to my chest and laid my head on top of them. The tears have long stopped falling, but their red trails remain. I lifted my head up and regretted it as the beating from earlier shot up my spine. At least he only decided to beat me today, it could’ve been worse. I winced but continued to lift my head towards the darkening sky. I feel so drained. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to come out here in the mid-afternoon, but I had to get away. Damn. How am I going to get back? Oh well. Father’s probably already mad at me from going out in the middle of the day like this.

A shadow casted its intruding darkness over me and I realized someone was standing next to me.

“Why are you crying?” A soft and gentle voice asked me. I turned my head a little, daring not to move my back. I stopped when I saw a god-like figure stare at me with curious eyes. I couldn’t form words, this creature was too magnificent, even for my eyes.

When I didn’t give him an answer, he sat down next to me and watched the sunset. I kept staring at him, studying him. As I looked at him, I knew he wasn’t one of us. “Why are you here?” I managed to ask.

He looked at me and smiled. “I always come over here whenever I’m bored.” He paused and looked at me for awhile. “Hey, are you a…Shadow?” He seemed even more curious as he studied me closer.

I wasn’t sure what to say to him. I know he’s a Light so I have to be on my guard. What if he’s a spy? After all, he is near our lands. I stared into his eyes and noticed something there that I’ve never seen in anyone before. They were…warm, bright, yet sad. Why were they sad? Were they holding pity for me? Seeing me in such a state? I ought to punch his face in for feeling such a pitiful emotion for me, I don’t need pity from anyone. Yet, I couldn’t hurt that beautiful face staring back at me, which now held worry. I blinked again as I realized I haven’t given him an answer.

“What do you mean you come over here when you’re bored? Don’t you know that this is Shadow territory? It’s dangerous here! You could get captured!” I started as his answer to my question sunk in. Though I wouldn’t know why I would be worried about a Light getting captured. A gorgeous one at that. Damn.

The beautiful being tilted his head a little in disappointment. “Hey, you didn’t answer my question. Though, I think I already know the answer.” I jumped a little as he gently took my chin and softly ran his thumb through the evidence of my sadness. “I heard that Shadows cried blood, but I didn’t think it was really true. As you probably already noticed, I’ve never met a Shadow before.” He ended his statement with a sweet smile.

I moved my face away from his warm hand. “You should leave, before another Shadow actually decides to take you in and turn you into one.” I warned him as I looked at the never-ending desert ahead of me.

He studied me again with a disappointed look. “I’m not worried about that. Like I said, I always wonder over here and I haven’t seen any other Shadows around this area, besides you.” He went on when I didn’t say anything. “You didn’t answer my first question, why were you crying?”

I guess he’s right. Not many Shadows venture this far in their own lands, unless they were leaving to go hunting. We Shadows have to stay close together, as a group. No one ventures off alone. Except me, that is. I looked at him with an annoyed look when his last question sunk in. “That’s none of your business! Do you always ask personal questions that have absolutely nothing to do with you?!” I leaned toward him in my outrage, then winced as again my wounds shot pain through my spine. He caught me before my face could meet the ground.

“Oh, now I see why.” He said sadly.

When I looked up at him to see what he meant, his eyes were fixed on my blood-stained, whipped back. I felt something warm on my back, then I noticed that he was gently rubbing it. I moved off of his lap and quickly struggled to my feet when my legs gave out on me. Damn it. I forgot about that damn sun.

Again he caught me before I could fall to the ground. “How long have you been out here? Don’t you know that the sun can take your energy?”

I gripped his arms as once again, pain lanced throughout my back. He noticed and set me down. “Yes, but I don’t care.” I rested my head against his chest as he held me still.

He looked down at me, pity once again in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you’re in such a state. I would like to help you, if you want.”

I lifted my head to look at him with a confused look. He’s sorry? I’m the one who decided come out here on my own. My confusion suddenly turned to anger and I struggled to stand up again. “Look, I don’t need your pity and I don’t need your help. I especially don’t need help from a pitiful Light. Besides, this is my problem. Only I can help myself.” I said this as I managed to stay standing. Great, now I just need to walk for a few more hours, then I’ll be home. Then I’ll have to face father’s wrath.

He stopped me from trying to take a step by grabbing my arm. “At least let me give you some of my blood. There’s no way you can make it back in the condition you‘re in.”

I thought about it as I turned towards him. Drinking this beautiful creature’s warm blood would be too good to pass up. The more I studied him with a hungry stare, I realized that he was starting to tremble. “You look like you’ve never been bitten by a Shadow before.” I ended with a malicious smile. He just kept staring at me, waiting. “Well, if you truly insist.” I stumbled into him and immediately bit into his shoulder. He moaned slightly, but let me drink. Several seconds went by and he tried to stop me, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. He was so, delectable, so warm, so sweet, it was addictive. I had to have more, just a little more.

“Please, stop!” The beautiful being begged. Begged for his life. Then, all of a sudden, more pain lanced up my spine and I couldn’t help but cry out, thus letting go of my prey. He grabbed my tail. That gorgeous asshole actually grabbed my tail! How dare he grab a prince’s tail! I stopped my anger as he gave me a worried look. It wasn’t fear, but worry. Why would a half bloodless Light give me, the Prince of Shadows, a worried look when he should be showing fear towards me? Ah, he must be showing worry over what almost happened, what almost happened to his life.

When it looked like he was going to say something, I suddenly took off toward home. I didn’t want to deal with questions from the blessed prey, and from my no doubt infuriated father.

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Next evening.

The wounds on my back have healed up nicely from drinking that blessed creature last evening. When drinking a Light, not only do they restore our energy, but their blood can also heal our wounds. Surprisingly, I haven’t ran into my raging father yet. After all, I came back just a few hours ago.

“Where’s my son!” I winced as I heard my father calling for me. Speak of the devil. For crying out loud, it’s not like I’m that hard to find, I’m always in my room whenever I’m here. Of course, that won’t even help me get away from my father.

Suddenly, my door flew open and I jerked my head towards my fuming father to see the anger plastered on his face.

“Where the hell have you been you little shit!” I winced again as he grabbed me by my spandex suit.

I stuttered a little, trying to form words that wouldn’t infuriate him further. “I-I…I was just at the edge of our lands…I didn’t disobey you father…”

With my suit still in his hand, he threw me on the floor from my chair at my desk. I tried not to lay on my back, for I feared to look at him and how much I angered him so. I just laid on my stomach and tried to defend myself.

“I didn’t go to the Light’s lands, just like I promised father, and I stayed on our territory…” I tried explaining again.

“Not that, you silly child. You left sometime in the mid-afternoon and didn’t come back until one in the morning.” As he said this, he slowly walked toward me and leaned over me and started whispering in my ear the wrong that I have done. “That’s way past curfew for you my son, we almost went hunting without you. When you came back, you seemed like you weren’t drained of your energy at all.” Uh-oh. “Besides, why did you leave before sundown? There’s no way you would’ve gotten so far while the sun drained you of your energy. Which would explain why you came back so late.” He ran his hand gently down my back as I winced a little from his heartless touch. He continued on with his thoughts, “so, how was it that you came back without seeming to have any of your energy drained, my son?” he asked maliciously. I froze in fear.

Since I didn’t answer him, he got out his hand-held knife and made a small cut on my shoulder blade. Again, I winced as he licked the blood that flowed out of the wound.

He purred slightly and moved to nuzzle the back of my neck. “Just checking to make sure you’re still my Shadow.”

I don’t see why that was necessary. He just had to see if I was warm or not. Though he is wearing gloves. I tried again, “father…I’m sorry. I just…I wanted to…” I yelped as he flipped me over on my back to stare into his frightening gaze.

He pinned my arms above my head, “I don’t want to hear anymore of your pathetic excuses! You’re not getting out of this this time! You’ve been avoiding me long enough!” He finished his sentence by ripping off my clothes.

All I could do was lay there and watch him as he started to have his way with me. I shut my eyes tightly, I couldn’t stand to watch him look into my eyes while he took more of what innocence I had left.

He grabbed my hair and yanked my head up. “Open your eyes! I want to see your precious fear in them as I take you.” He moved his hips against mine for emphasis. I didn’t comply. I can’t, I’m frozen. “Do it, or I’ll cut your pretty little eye lids off.” I can’t, I’m frozen! I finally complied when I felt the flat side of the knife against my cheek, on its way to my right eye.

I saw him smirking at me and the knife laying beside my head. I saw that his clothes were already gone while I was wallowing in my fear. He hasn’t even done anything yet and I already feel like I could die from being so afraid.

He stroked my face, from my temple to where my pulse should be on my neck, with his thumb. I tried to hold back my tears, I have to be strong, crying will only make it worse.

Again, I begged, “Father…please…please don’t…” I screamed as he penetrated me in one swift motion. He didn’t give me any preparation or time to adjust as he started with a hard pace.

I couldn’t help it. The tears just started coming. The pain was unbearable. I cried out every time father slammed back into me. I knew blood was pouring out of me, because I could smell it.

Father smirked evilly down at me when he saw my tears, my pain, my fear, then started to laugh. He leaned down toward my neck and bit me.

“No!!” I screamed as I knew what he was doing. Drinking another’s blood of the same ‘race’ causes an aphrodisiac to occur. He stopped drinking after a few seconds.

I cried out more as he abused my pleasure spot and had to shut my eyes again from the excruciating pain. This time, he didn’t seem to mind my eyes closing. Why not? He already saw what he wanted.

Then he leaned down toward my ear and grunted more than whispered seductively, “why don’t…you say you…want me?…It’ll end…much faster…if you do.” Bastard. I know he gets turned on just by hearing me scream, but there’s no way I’ll even think about saying that to him.

I couldn’t take it anymore. “Please…stop! No…no more!” I whimpered.

“Shut up! I’m…almost…there!” He shushed me in between thrusts. He suddenly quickened the pace. No. At this pace, I’ll bleed to death.

After several more excruciating thrusts, his pace started to slow as he came inside me. I managed one more scream as my father’s seed seeped into my wounds and mixed into my blood.

He fell on top of me, enjoying the euphoria he was feeling now. After awhile, he rolled off of me and went to clean himself up. “I’ll have someone bring you a Light after I’m done cleaning up.” He simply said this as he headed to my bathroom.

“Why don’t you just kill me now!” I managed to yell back at him. Damn, I’m getting weaker by the second. I’ll be dead within a couple of hours or less if I don’t get more blood into my system soon.

He strutted over to me and kneeled down closely towards my face. “Because sweetheart, who else would be able to take my place as King of the Shadows? Besides, I enjoy you too much.” He rubbed his forehead against mine and purred affectionately. I growled in return. Miserable bastard. I’ll get my revenge, and when I do, you will regret the day you ever fucked with me!

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Five years later.

Five years later and not a damn thing has changed. My father is still a sadistic psycho and I still see that blessed creature named Kakarot; whom my father still knows nothing about.

When seeing my beautiful prey again after the first time we met, he was worried about me, again. Worried. About me. Said he was telling me to stop drinking him because my wounds were getting worse. I told him though that my wounds were fine. Usually when our wounds heal, they look like they get worse, but soon after they get better. He’s a strange one, but I love him, none-the-less. That’s right. I love him and he’s fallen for me too. I even told him how much he affected me when I first laid eyes on him. Of course, he told the same to me before I told him. I couldn’t really look at him while he was telling me how much I have affected him. Though during all this confession, Kakarot had told me that he is the son of Bardock, King of all Lights. I was speechless. Then I told him I was the son of Vegeta, King of all Shadows. His reaction was a smile, not just a smile, but a sad smile. We were both sad though, because we knew that someday, we won’t be able to see each other again, except in battle, when the time would come for us to be Kings.

Funny, how all the crazy shit that has happened to me so far in my ‘life’ that I can still manage to fall in love. I don’t know. Maybe Kakarot is my escape from my pain, my depressing…life. Kakarot knows what my father is, he knows what he has done…to me. The reason why Kakarot said he was wondering around our territory was that he was suppose to ‘spy’ on my father and see what his motives were, when he spied in at the wrong time. That was after I met him though. That would partially explain the sad smile he gave me when I told him who I was, and it would explain why his reaction was a smile at all. He knew who I was. Yet, he also knew what hell I’ve been going through and he felt…sorry…for me. I will forgive Kakarot for feeling pity towards me, since he is in love.

I took off and flew to meet my love at our usual spot and once again went back to my musings. Somehow, in all this chaos, Kakarot and I have decided to take our relationship to the next level. After five years, we’re not that far into our relationship because it took me awhile to trust him. Since the day we met, we have always met outside of Shadow territory. For some reason, it makes me feel…excited…to be seeing him? I wouldn’t know what emotion it was, but it was one that I’ve never felt before.

When we first met, I couldn’t help but go back to the spot where I first saw him, and surprisingly enough, he was there too. We would always meet in the late afternoon. After all, that was our agreement. Despite the sun, I still went to see him. I would do anything to see that sweet smile of his and to feel his warmth. Besides, in the end, I still got to drink his addictive blood. Then, as soon as the sun sets, we go our separate ways. Being a Light, Kakarot can’t be in the dark, which makes our time together short. Whenever I get back to our hide out, I always make up some story to convince my father why I went out while the sun was still up.

“Hey Kakarot!” I see my love in view.

He turns to answer my greeting, “Hello Vegeta!”

I landed next to him as he smiled at me. That warm, heart-melting smile.

I quickly hugged him and kissed that warm smile before it faded away. Oh, my love’s scent is so wonderful! I could stay like this forever. He happily kisses me back.

My love reluctantly pulls away after a few minutes as I moan in loss of his warmth. “How have you been the last couple of weeks?” he asks me sweetly.

See, we can’t see each other all the time, otherwise our fathers will know something’s going on. So it’s rare we get to see one another. It’s also bad that we have to be careful around each other. One could easily hurt the other. Lights and Shadows aren’t meant to be together.

I stare into my love’s eyes and stroked his face, already memorizing every curve. I hesitate. “I’ve been…well.”

He gives me a frown, “I don’t believe you.” He guides his hand under my shirt and onto my back. Obviously feeling any scars in which I have recently received, and I have. He looks at me seriously, “Please don’t lie to me, you know how much I worry about you if you don’t tell me everything.”

I looked at him sadly, “I’m sorry, love. I don’t want you to worry about me.” He forgives me by giving me another heart-melting kiss that I relish in completely.

I do wish Kakarot had other things to do than mourn over me. Of course, he has nothing else to do. His life is perfect. Has a wonderful father, who actually treats him like a son, and, like me, no siblings. That’s why he gets bored all the time, he has no one else to be with or to deal with. I, on the other hand, have a time trying to stay away from my father. If that’s even possible.

To actually prove my love wasn’t lying about his perfect life, I checked his body for any scars. Altogether he has five. The one at the back of his head he got when he jumped off a cliff when he was 9, so he could prove that he could continuously do somersaults until he landed on his feet. Well, he got his timing wrong, and landed on his head. He was reckless as a child. He has another on his left shoulder, right bicep, left thigh, and on the right side of his waist. He got two of them from training with his father and the rest from fighting Shadows. Stupid baka. Over the years, he has been more careful and less reckless. If you ask me, he’s still a reckless baka. A reckless baka that I’m in love with. Seriously, what idiot would risk his life to spy on the King of Shadows? Only my Kakarot.

I regretfully break the kiss to ask a semi-meaningful question, “so, when will I be able to spy on your father?” I end with a sly smile.

Kakarot glares at me slightly. “There’s no need to do that. Besides, when you become King, you’ll be able to spy on me.” he finishes with a warm smile.

I shrug, “true.” I grabbed a hold of his hand and guided him to the ground with me. I winced a little from my other recent injuries, but thankfully Kakarot didn’t notice as he crawled on top of me and claimed my cold lips once again.

Soon. My revenge will be soon. Then Kakarot won’t have to worry about me anymore.

I stiffened as Kakarot neared to my other recent wounds; his hand on my left inner thigh. He noticed when I no longer responded to anymore of his touches. Then he leaned back and looked at me with a pained expression. “I can’t stand that bastard doing this to you anymore. I think its time I do something about it.” he ended his brave statement by standing up.

I followed his movement. “No Kakarot. I told you. This is my burden. Only I can help myself. Please, go with me on this.” I moved forward and cupped his face with one hand and stroked his cheek with my thumb. I moved my face in a little closer to his, “I promise my love, soon I’ll get my revenge and both of us will be free of this pain.”

“But this shouldn’t be a burden to bare on your own. Please, let me help…” I silenced his protests as I moved my thumb from his cheek to his warm lushus lips.

“Please Kakarot, don’t help me. I don’t need you to take my revenge for me. You must understand.” I tried to persuade him more.

He finally gave in when he lowered his head and nodded, then quickly lifted his head again to look beggingly into my eyes, “just please don’t do anything that’ll hurt you or…anything that you’ll regret .”

I answered his pleading with a smile. “Thank you, my love.” I leaned forward to kiss his forehead lovingly. “I promise, this will all be over soon.” I ended that statement with a malicious grin.

He looked back at me worriedly, “Vegeta, promise me you won’t do anything reckless. Please promise me.”

I ignored his pleading, knowing full well that I’ll be doing just that. “C’mon Kakarot! Lets go make our short time together worth while.” I ended with an innocent enough smile and actually managed to take off at a slow run. Damn it. I didn’t want to lie to Kakarot if I promised him that I wouldn’t do anything reckless, but how else am I supposed to get my revenge?

“Vegeta!” I hear Kakarot’s panicked voice a little ways behind me.
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A couple evenings later.

I was in a trance on my way to my father’s room. I’ve had my revenge all planned out a long time ago. The last couple of evenings, I had to actually convince myself that I can go through with this.

Lately, my father has been growing even more fond of me. As I grew, I guess my looks have been improving as well. Our ‘sessions’ have been at least twice a week now. During the recent ‘sessions,’ I’ve been like a zombie. I wouldn’t see why my father would like that so much. Though, every time, he always drank a little of my blood. I would think it would be to make it a little more interesting. Not this time. This time, I might actually have to drink a little of his to make it seem like I’m enjoying it.

I was dressed in a red spandex suit with black boots that had a small hand knife tucked away in one of them. Now all I had to do was persuade my father that I wanted him more than anything tonight. I grinned sadistically. Things are about to get nasty.

I got to my father’s door and paused. I don’t even remember my walk over here. I closed my eyes for a second and gathered my wits. My father should be getting ready for the night. I opened the door and walked right in.

As I walked in, father was standing at his window with just his spandex shorts on. When he looked at me, I knew he was approving of what I was wearing because he licked his lips as I moved closer to him.

“Hello father.” I purred his name as I quickly took his mouth with my own and pushed him toward and onto his big sofa. He obeyed as he started to rub the back of my thighs and I continued to devour his mouth.

He broke the kiss so he could roll us over and be on top. I grinned up at him approvingly. He stroked my face with one hand and smiled at me. “What’s the occasion?”

I leaned into his touch as he moved his hand to my neck. “Why nothing. Maybe I’m actually starting to enjoy our…time together.” I answered innocently enough.

He grinned at me as he started to touch my body, still clad in my suit. I could tell that he was liking this display very much.

Father leaned down to taste my neck, (not drinking) as he started to slowly undress my only protection against him from penetrating me. He also got rid of his shorts in the process. He continued to touch me then suddenly penetrated me, again without any preparation. I moaned loudly as he continued to slam hard into my pleasure spot. I responded more by meeting his thrusts and clawed into his shoulder blades to urge him on. At the same pace, he finally came some time later. I was bleeding, but not very much. By looking at his eyes, I could tell that this was only the beginning.

Soon after, he recovered and we were at it again. I made sure to lean in to his touches, yelled, moaned, screamed, and purred at the right times. I even said that I wanted him, that made him overjoyed. We did it at least 5 times and I ended up being on top. Out of all of this, I only came once, which is now spread across his stomach and chest; and I was only able to do that because I drank a little of his blood. Father was still inside me with my blood pooling around him and he was tasting my ecstasy with hooded eyes. Now, do it now.

I moaned and moved a little to get his attention. “Are you enjoying my ecstasy?” I asked seductively. He responded with a smile and a moan as he tasted the fluid on his stomach for emphasis. “Are you enjoying the feeling of my blood pooling around you?” I asked more seriously. He responded by rubbing my hips and gently thrusted into me once more. I threw my head back so he wouldn’t see how much pain I was in. “Did you enjoy my body after I have given myself to you over the years you have taken me?” I asked even more seriously with my head still tilted back. He responded by sitting up and licked and kissed my neck and chest with a purr and his hands still on my hips.

I don’t know how, but thankfully I still have my boots on. I slowly pulled out my knife, making sure he wasn’t noticing any of my movement. “Good. Because this is the last time, you will ever get to have me.” I said with the same zombie-like state I’ve been in the last few years.

With my knife in hand, I quickly stabbed it into his cock and sawed it off. He screamed into my neck and dug his nails into my hips, then thrashed himself back down onto the sofa in total shock. I answered his horrific expression with a sadistic grin, bloody knife in hand.

I looked down at his severed cock and grabbed a hold of the part that I could see of it, since it was still buried inside me. “Since it was displeasureable to have this wretched thing inside of me, I think it’s time I showed you on what you’re missing out on.” I yanked the severed organ out of me and shoved it into his mouth.

I held it there and watched him gag. “Suck on it!” he thrashed his head side to side, trying to dislodge the offending organ. “Suck it! I want you to enjoy it as much as I was forced to enjoy it!” When he still didn’t comply, I stabbed his left arm with the bloody knife. “Do it!” he tried screaming instead. I stabbed his other arm. “Do it or I’ll saw off a limb next!” His hands loosened around my hips. Thank goodness. They were getting unbearably painful. He finally complied as the bloody organ started moving in my hand. “Good.” I purred to him as he finally obeyed me.

I leaned in closer to his face to actually see tears coming from those retched eyes. I smiled. “So how does it feel, father? Does it feel painful? Do you feel humiliated and afraid? Are you afraid of me right now, father?” I saw him trying to fight me off by moving his arms and changing his expression into a furious one. I leaned back, “not afraid of me yet, huh? Well, we can change that.”

I moved my hand from his mouth to his neck, to hold him and started stabbing him in his vital places. Blood spurted all over me and I relished in it. I relished in his muffled screams of pain and agony. I relished in it so much, I started to laugh. “Now father?! Are you afraid of me now?! Are you in so much agony that you just want to curl up and die?!” He tried dislodging the organ in his mouth. “No! Keep it in! I want to see you die with your own cock in your mouth! Unless you want me to just stick it up your ass and see if you think it’ll be a little more comfortable there!” He stopped trying to dislodge it and seemed to concentrate on not choking.

I stopped stabbing for a moment and smiled at my masterpiece. Even though he’s not dead yet, this feels like a victory. I grinned at the fear in his eyes. I studied the pain that I had just given him, and I fucking loved it. “Finally, I have my revenge for suffering at your hands for so long. I’m finally free of your grasp that you had a hold of me, and now…you shall suffer at my hand.”

The miserable bastard managed to spit out his bloody cock and struggled to say his last words, “even if…if you do manage…to kill me, the pain in…in which I have…brought upon…you, will remain…forever.”

My face turned into a cold expression as I suddenly wanted him dead. I hesitated, as I thought about what I should do next. I don’t know how to kill a Shadow yet, but I shall find out right now. I held my knife tightly and leaned forward to grab a handful of his hair and yanked his head back. I quickly drew the knife across his neck and watched his blood spray into my eyes. I watched him, praying that that would kill him, but he just gurgled and twitched. I brought up my knife again as I thought of another severe wound that I could cause. I then drove my blade through his temple and watched his eyes go to the back of his head. I moved my knife around in his skull until he stopped screaming and moving.

I sat still on top of my dead father, just staring at his preferably dead corpse. I felt something go down my cheek and onto the corpse’s chest. I leaned back a little and felt my face. I don’t believe it, I’m crying. I wiped my eyes to see if it wasn’t blood instead. I wiped the red out of my eyes, but it just came back. Why am I crying? I should be ecstatic that I killed my torturer…I killed…my father. No. He wasn’t my father, he was a sadistic fuck who got his kicks at screwing his son. I looked at the tears in my hand in puzzlement. Then why am I feeling such a pitiful emotion to this sadistic bastard?~~

To this day, I still don’t know why I cried after I had my fun in killing my father, but I don’t really care. All that matters now is getting my love back. Though, after I killed my father, I then became King. Rumors went around saying that my father died from a Light who snuck into my father’s room and murdered him. I didn’t argue. Let them believe what they want. Besides, I didn’t want the truth of his death to get wind to eavesdropping Lights, then they’d eventually find their way to Kakarot. I don’t want him to be ashamed of me, of what I’ve done. I know he didn’t want me to do anything reckless, but it was the only way.

Though I didn’t really think my plan through. The last time I saw Kakarot, was when he begged me not to do anything reckless…not to do anything that I regretted. As soon as I became King, responsibility was then my job. Then I regretted what I did. I didn’t want to become King if it meant I couldn’t see my love anymore, but it was too late. Now my…life…is once again filled with grief. Just when I thought all my problems would be solved. Of course, there’s always a catch. If I didn’t kill my father, I’d still see Kakarot. Since I did kill him, I can no longer have my Kakarot. Either way, it’s not a happy ending.

Kakarot didn’t become King ‘til his father finally gave up the throne to him, so 6 years after I became King. I wouldn’t be surprised if Bardock knows about me and Kakarot. He’s an understanding man. Yeah. I have my ways in getting information about the Lights. Hehe.
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*Reads back over chapter and shivers* Woa. I creep myself out. Yet I’m so proud of it! I do feel sorry for Veggie though. Don’t worry, things will get better. Though things will have to get worse before they can get better.

Also, I sorta stole a phrase that’s very similar from the one off of ‘Get Psycho’ by Agent182, which is a story I recommend reading. In this story, it’s the one where King Vegeta threatens to cut Vegeta’s eye lids open. Different characters, but same idea. I couldn’t help it though, it fit so perfectly!

Sorry if I got mixed up with the past and present tense of words, I’m not very good at that. I do apologize if I kinda dragged out this chapter and if it was confusing. I just wanted to put in how Vegeta first met Kaky, then a little bit on how Kaky soothes the sadness from his Veggie. I didn’t really have an idea on how they would first meet, so I winged it. Hope it wasn’t garbage. Mainly I wanted to point out how Vegeta came to be the Prince of Darkness, though it sounds more like it should be the Prince of Sadness, no? Oh well. Reviews much appreciated.