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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 29

            Vegeta walked around the crowded rooms housing his many clothing some exotic, and others high fashion. He greeted the woman taking care of them with a simple nod as she greeted him with a bow and called him Lord. Vegeta simply dropped the bags for her to sort through and placed in the proper holdings. He remembered one of the many bags contained the things he bought for the harem boys and with a simple smirked he scooped up the colorful bag and left without any acknowledgement to the woman, a greeting was all she gained from him, and it was enough.

            He walked passed the many statues of his collection some were what the mortals of the long ago past built of him. The marble still shone with the high gloss as it had thousands of years ago. He mused slightly at one where he was portrayed as a woman, the Greek goddess of fertility. He chuckled lightly and continued his path onward. How many immortalized mortals have he met and remembered he mused, countless. Starting from the very first immortalized for his triumphant erecting of the great pyramids Imhotep the man who was an Egyptian high priest to the pharaoh Djoser, yes indeed he was a real man now nearly many of the mortals believe him to be a character from a novel and movie. He laughed lightly to himself; one how would never forget was ‘Alexander the great’ from the Greeks who conquered many. He will never forget the meeting of the man, in that time he was considered evil by many and now today is considered a great man. Only if they seen the crazed look in his eyes that he witness they would believe different. Ah then there was Rome and the fabled and lost soul Nero. Vegeta enjoyed his plays and his crazed politics, the man who signally handed burned down the magnificent city.

            Vegeta came from his musings quickly by one of Piccolo’s favored ‘business partners’, the man who watched over the underworld of Germany. His bulk and build was impressive; he sadly was a believer of the Aryan race. Hitler’s beliefs and teachings still plagued the dwellers of this time. His name was Ivan and the perfect example of what was prized in that time.

            “Lord, Master wishes for you to join us tonight.” Ivan’s thick accent filled the hall and Vegeta scoffed.

            “As he does every night fool. Now leave me.” Vegeta cursed under his breath as he walked passed the German fool. Vegeta knew that Piccolo was not sending men to tell of his expectations of his attendance. Only when Ivan came from his land did he get formally informed of the dinner invitation without Piccolo’s consent. Vegeta knew for certain Ivan did this for himself just to have an excuse to see him alone; thinking that one day Vegeta will invite him to his bed. The fool. If Piccolo had kept his eye trained on him as he had for centuries Ivan would not be breathing still. Vegeta wondered if he should bring it up to Piccolo just so he could watch Ivan burned to death; but that would only trained Piccolo’s eyes on him once again.

            Vegeta stepped into the elevator pressing several buttons to enter the pass code to allow him in the higher floors. Piccolo did not like being disturbed and only a very few knew this code unfortunately his was common knowledge. Vegeta slumped back on the cool metal wall and allowed himself to relax. Hearing the beep signaling he arrived at his destination he began to walk. Looking at the vulgar and disgusting murals painted on the walls of many sexual acts between men, women, and demons, and the red curtains covering the windows. He hated this floor it reeked of sex, and perfume; but then again it was floor to house Piccolo’s whores.

            He came to the door and quickly pushed it open seeing the duo slightly jump from the unexpected visit. Vegeta smirked the boy’s still were uneasy about him because they knew he was Piccolo’s ‘significant’ other. Vegeta wouldn’t correct them, they were just mortals who wouldn’t be able to comprehend that Vegeta was not Piccolo’s ‘husband’ and that he was in this position unwilling. Then again this wasn’t entirely true, he no longer is unwilling he had just become accustomed to living with the bastard and oddly enough content. No the boy’s believed he and Piccolo loved each other which was indeed a far cry from the truth Vegeta hated and despised Piccolo but throughout the years he grew accustomed.

            “Lord…”

            Vegeta looked at the two men no older than twenty gaze at him with worry and excitement in their eyes. Their worry was the fear one day he would come and kill them both, they felt the excitement once they saw the bag held in Vegeta’s hand knowing he brought them more gifts.

            Vegeta held up his hand to stop any further conversations and lightly tossed the bag to their feet. He looked over them once again, they did not hold any masculine qualities that he had and he wondered what is it about them Piccolo desired. They were brothers, twins at that. They both had creamy white flawless skin, pale blue eyes, and fake platinum blonde hair; both were natural blondes but they bleached their hair to a lighter shade to compliment their light skin. They were slim, no muscles to notice with long dainty legs and trim hips. Jewelry covered them from pierced nipples connected with a chain, their ears, lip, and even the tip of their cocks which made Vegeta cringed in slight pain wondering how they could allow someone to pierce such a sensitive area. But Vegeta guessed it was from their very disgusting acts that caught the eye of Piccolo, they did more than love one another as brothers but they shared love as lovers. Incest… Vegeta shuddered as he watch the two young men giggle and bounce as they pulled out the many vulgar clothing from its bag from lace, to leather.

            “Oh lord thank you for you’re wonderful gifts.” The one named Xander spoke.

            “Yes lord they are very sexy and eye pleasing. You have such a fine art in taste for clothing. How may we ever repay you?” The younger by one hour spoke, his name was Lander. Lander moved forward making his hips sway like a professional belly dancer while licking his top lip.

            Xander moved forward. “Maybe his lord wishes for us to come all together and please master? The leather will look very sensual on you.”

            Vegeta raised his hand once again and made the twins stop their over active disgusting minds. “No boy’s this is for only you to play with you’re master. Keep him happy so he still can leave me to my peace.”

            The twins both pouted with confusion. “You do not like master’s attention lord?”

            Vegeta smirked and left the whores to their own devices. If he wanted Piccolo’s attention he could gain it very easily even after all these years a simple look could have the self proclaimed god of the underworld on his knees. As quickly as he came he left leaving the twins with the vulgar clothing he bought from an adult store. He didn’t have much time to prepare himself for the nightly dinner. He never was once late for one and he grumbled looking at the time realizing he only had an half an hour to be ready. Vegeta quickly whipped out his cell and dialed the number to the lady keeping her eye on his wardrobe. “Woman get me an outfit together. I wish for something red and a very well compliment pant. Bring it to my room immediately.” Vegeta snapped the cell closed with a small smirk splaying his lips, he loved to make the help frantic; he gave him something to do.

            Once again he leaned up against the elevator wall relaxing against the cool surface waiting for his stop. His mind began to wander once again on the past. He almost lost it one night, let loose back once again into the dark abyss he long forgotten. He believed it was near the ‘dark ages’ where kings, knights, dragons, and damsels in distress ruled. He smiled slightly from the spun of tales that came from that time, when in truth it was nothing like the magical land mortals thought. It was dark for a reason. Piccolo at that time still ruled as a god controlling the lives of thousands of mortals. Vegeta sighed as he remembered what nearly brought him back into becoming the dark lord once again. A young boy was under his care, the poor child was lost and starving no family to care for him when Vegeta found him.

            Vegeta took him under his care under the watchful eye of Piccolo. Vegeta bathed and fed the boy teaching him how to read and write, nursing the child like his own. The boy was at the tender age of twelve when he wished to take a walk into the town without his new found parent. Vegeta didn’t mind much since Piccolo and Vegeta ruled all he didn’t think anyone would dare touch the boy knowing who the boy caregivers were. But he was terribly wrong. When the sun began to set and Vegeta became frantic demanding Piccolo to seek out the child’s energy and find him, once he had they where above the boy in an instant; the child was nearly clinging to life.

            “Lord do you wish for me to let master know you are coming late?” The help asked. One of many employed to be his personal servants.

            “Yes tell master I shall be running slightly late.” Vegeta scoffed not happy with being interrupted from his thoughts.

            Yes the boy. He found the child nearly clinging to life and as quickly as they shown up at the muddy road they were gone child in arms. Vegeta quickly bathed the boy removing the dirt and seeing the extent of the damage. The child didn’t move but he breathed. Vegeta began wrapping his wounds bringing him closer to his chest. He shouted to Piccolo to place the boy in the magical waters to heal him and make him immortal like them. But the demon refused, saying it would be pointless the child will grow and despise them for not allowing him to grow older but to remain forever a man in a child’s body. Vegeta shouted and scream that he didn’t care as long as the boy lived but was quelled instantly when he heard the child mummer his name in his weakened state.

            The child told him that the villagers attacked him because what ‘master’ was doing to them, which he would pay for his crimes against them. The boy smiled and called him father as he passed on. Vegeta became livid telling Piccolo to resurrect the child like he had done to the village years ago and yet again Piccolo shook his head. Then Vegeta realized. Piccolo had told him it was a limited time to bring back the village; now he understood why. Piccolo stole that power from Kakarot, absorbed it somehow.

            Vegeta turned the facet’s on in the shower letting it warm as he stepped in. Taking a hold of the shampoo his ran it through his hair. He let his mind wander back in time.

            Vegeta snapped in pure rage, all hurt aside; he wanted blood, hear the screams, and smell the bodies of mortals scorched in the fire. His rage bubbled and exploded he tore through the village taking it all out on the mortals never once truly seeing his handy-work. He vaguely heard the screams of women and children barely recognized the mutilated bodies below him of men. None of these villagers were warriors barely any knew how to fight; they were all pigs to the slaughter.

            Vegeta remembered seeing the fires, smelling the roasted bodies of his victims, and taste the bitter sweetness of blood on his tongue. He felt glorified, he felt justice. And yet he felt horribly wrong. He took a look at his bloodied hands dropping the weapon he studied the nearly blacken blood. He could feel that same rage he had before he met Kakarot and for an instant he was joyful of the act. Then he heard Piccolo in his maniacal laughter filling his ears. Piccolo was proud of his slaughter, and it finally dawned on him the actions he had done. With the remorse coursing through him he dropped down upon his knees and sobbed. Of course Piccolo did not like such an open display of hurt and quickly moved in to change the situation. Pushing Vegeta to the muddied ground nearly tarring the clothing from him in haste licking away all the spilt blood from his face and took him roughly. The only thing Vegeta could do was wrapped his strong legs on the monster’s hips and take those powerful thrust’s wrapping his arms around the broad shoulders and allowed the tears to mix amongst the blood as he scream out is frustration’s.

            Vegeta turned the faucet off and stepped from the shower. He hated himself for always thinking of the horrible times of his life, but with his immortality he had far too much time to do so. Nearly ripping a towel from its holder from his self inflicted bad mood he wrapped it tight around his hips and walked forward leaving his washroom. He looked over to his bed and smiled, the woman had done what he commanded. He stepped over looking at the outfit she picked out immediately giving his approval. Yes his little addiction gave him some joy, clothing of all sorts filled his little wardrobe things that only a celebrity wished they owned. He looked over at the clock noticing his shower took longer than he wished already he was ten minutes late, but he would not rush.

            Removing his towel he rubbed it on his hair doing a very quick dry over his dresser. He took the special expensive oil from its place to rub it in his hair and a quick brush removing all knots making his hair nearly shimmer and shine; the panicle of health. Next was the lotion rubbing it on every inch of his body. He smirked such mundane task’s gave him joy; no matter what the circumstances of his life he always liked to look his best. Pleased with his job he removed a pair of boxers and slipped them on along with a pair of black socks. Next was his outfit.

            He pulled the red top closer to him; the dress top had small black pinstripes moving up and down giving him a fake sense of height. He slipped it on buttoning it up leaving the top three unbutton to show off his collarbone and a little peek of his chest. Next where the black pinstripe dress pants ironed and crisp. Making sure the top was tucked in not tightly leaving some give around his hips. With the belt lopped through, black dress shoes with a very small heel; not even noticeable to the naked eye to give him more height. He like to look high and mighty, it was a feature that he never let go. He was nearly ready.

            Taking a few steps to his display case to looked down at the objects. Just some jewelry he kept around several expensive watches, some golden and sliver chains, golden rings with Rubies and Safire’s, and the special purple ring made of quartz. Vegeta scoffed one day he will throw out the sentimental object of a past long gone. But he knew deep down he would not be able to part with it. Vegeta grunted opening up the case taking a golden chain, gold watch, and a golden ring with a square Ruby.

            “Lord… Are you decent?”

            Vegeta growled once again the help bothered him. He growled under his breath and moved forward and he fixed the jewelry on their respective places. He slammed the door open and snarled at the mortal making him nearly loose his composure. Yet another thing that gave Vegeta slight joy; the tormenting of the help.

            “I am leaving now. If you think you can get there before I to inform you’re master of my arrival then try!” Vegeta grounded out.

            “No lord…”

            “Then leave to do what ever you do around here and leave me to my peace.”

            “Yes lord.” With a quick bow the man scurried down the hall.

            Vegeta moved forward making his way to the lower levels of the building to get to Piccolo’s little nightly gathering. It was always the same sit, eat, discuss, and drink then move the little gathering to Piccolo’s little club; so they may lust for the dancing whores, and ingest their drugs.

            Vegeta looked at the two burley men standing at the doors guarding. How useless Vegeta thought guards for an all powerful being. He nearly laughed outright. They looked Vegeta up and down quickly opening the doors to the nearly empty room. All that graced the spacious room was a large twenty man glass rectangle table with matching chairs, and a large fake fireplace only used for display with a portrait of Piccolo’s human disguise. Vegeta grunted as the men stood welcoming Vegeta to the table. Vegeta locked eyes with Piccolo.

            “Ah I see you finally decided to grace us with you’re appearance Lord. I was beginning to worry you would not show.” Piccolo waved his arm over to the empty chair on the right side of him, next to the head seat.

            “Of course I would show. I just was running slightly late from the errands I performed for myself Master.” Vegeta grounded out.

            Piccolo laughed. “I hope you left some funds in my account.” Piccolo turned to his men. “He has such a nasty habit of spending almost all my money.” He chuckled and his men accompanied him.

            “Ah but master I do believe it would be next to impossible with all these grunts working under you impeccable care master.” Vegeta scoffed as he took his seat crossing his legs as he sat.

            Piccolo frowned but dropped the comment. Instead he made the motion for the others to take their seats. He looked over Vegeta and smirked about to compliment him on his state of dress but was beaten to it by his German grunt.

            “You look very handsome Lord. Well and healthy.” Ivan remarked.

            Vegeta turned and looked right into the eyes of Ivan ready to make a snotty comment but felt slightly devilish. He cocked his head and gave a very satisfied smirk. “Why thank you Ivan, as do you.”

            Piccolo growled under his breath only Vegeta had caught the noise the others oblivious. “Ivan tell me what is your status with imports in you’re lands?”

            Vegeta nearly slumped into his chair; he was hoping to turn this into an interesting dinner but he failed. Instead they all came forward with their current issues and profits. Vegeta drowned out the sound instead listening to the click clacks of shoes scrambling along the polished floors as they were served their appetizers. The usual nothing new garden salad with a cocktail of shrimp. Next on the list was the main meal fresh salmon from the Atlantic with fresh lemon juice and a baked potato, and for dessert was a fruit cocktail with chocolate pudding. The salmon was divine and the dessert was nearly orgasmic. Vegeta lightly moaned as he licked a stray smear of pudding from his hand which caught the attention of Piccolo. Vegeta seen that look and he didn’t know to feel excited or disappointment when the hungry gaze fell on him. He prayed for something anything to distract Piccolo from him, and for the first time in his life his prayers were answered.

            One of the guards came forward bowing and apologizing for the disruption. “Master the… hoods wish to see you. They say it is urgent.”

            Piccolo grunted waving a hand. “Send the fools in.”

            Vegeta kept his eyes away signaling his was bored and giving it off by leaning his head on his palm and staring off into the computer generated flames of the fireplace. He listened intently.

            “Sorry master. But you gotta know, there is some real nigga shit goin down on the south side.”

            Piccolo cut off the man instantly. “Do not speak to me in such a low common tongue! I care not to hear it. Speak to me properly.”

            “Sorry master.”

            Vegeta listened to the young man speak, they all called him sneakers for what reason he had yet to find out. He was the one controlling and watching the city for the master. Grunts of grunts Vegeta chuckled. They were all men of misfortune being raised in what society call today a ghetto. The man himself was only at the age of twenty five and held mixed blood. Vegeta couldn’t care for their boisterous life running the streets making a few bucks from getting innocents addicted to chemicals, claiming to be the best and ‘hardcore’. He listened to the situation of what the man spoke of, apparently someone was trying to rise in power and took out several ‘labs’. They were nearly all killed but their ‘boy’ had saved them from his ‘mad’ skills. Vegeta chuckled when he heard Piccolo growl once again at the man for his slip up’s in slang.

            Apparently the ‘boy’ was a very skilled fighter and save their lives by fighting off the rivaling fifteen men. The boy was named spit-fire. Vegeta scoffed but was slightly surprised when Piccolo asked to see this spit-fire. Vegeta raised a brow and glanced over to the half-breed watching him scurry to the doors to gather his ‘boy’.

            “This could be interesting eh Lord?” Piccolo gave Vegeta a small smirk he knew of Vegeta’s dislike of the ‘hoods’. He found them very uninteresting and unintelligent. He hated how they dressed, acted, and spoke; now Piccolo asked for two of them to be in the room with him breathing his air. Vegeta huffed returned his gaze to the fireplace.

            He heard the sneakers of the duo squeak their way forward and he swore he heard Piccolo nearly choke on his breath.

            “Master this is spit-fire. My boy. He has been running with me nearly a year now so he can be trusted.” Sneakers spoke.

            Piccolo’s eyes widen. He tried to use all his mental powers to read the man’s thoughts but grunted as he realized he couldn’t. It was either the man was dumber then a bag of nails, or he had a very great mental block. But how he wondered it took Vegeta nearly two thousand years to gain the ability when they still ruled as gods. “Tell me you’re name, surely it cannot be spit-fire?”

            “No master.”

            Vegeta gasped and slowly turned his head as he heard that voice. A voice he nearly long forgotten. He gazed up locking his eyes on the man…

            “My real name is Goku-san…”

            Vegeta mouth opened wide, his eye twitched, and then fainted to the floor with one last thought… Kakarot?……

Hurrrayyyyy!!!!!! Fucking yeah!!!!!!!! I am sooo done this one! Muahahahahahahahha!!!!!! I feel soo overjoyed at this moment. So yes Life is ironic is completed. I told you all this was a angst fanfic, now on forward with the new one! Just still sitting here wondering what I can call the new one??? But I’ll let you know now it will not be filled with as much angst as this one nor will it be as long yay! Soo many question’s soo many questions….

First the timeline well as we know this began in a time before time was recorded. Soo this is just a simple guess but dunno Vegeta was immortal when the great pyramid was created soo a long time lets leave it at that.

The rest you will have to find out in the near future, I have already finished chapter 1 an 2 of the sequel just still in brainstorming process on the title. But I will not be posting it up soon. Maybe in the next two weeks lets see how I feel. XD. Thank you all for joining me on this rollercoaster. Until next time ta~ta.
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