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Spark of light in the abyss	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4

            Vegeta was near sick to death with what he had done, it was wrong all wrong, how could he lay with the demon when Kakarot walk this earth? He would curse himself when he would realize that it was not his Kakarot, adding to his own self inflicted angst. What is it that he wanted? To bend time and push his will upon the gods themselves, how he wanted just to go back to living the simple life he once had, listening to the calls of the jungle in the tight embrace of his love? Yeah, that was exactly what he wanted, but much like everything else, it didn’t matter what he wanted, there was always a way where he would get exactly what he didn’t. Servitude.

            Its times like these he wish he could crawl under a rock and have nothing or no-one bother him, how is it he always got the shit end of the stick? What was it he had done wrong? He was shone the goodness of the world, living with his family, living like the prince he was, happy and content. Then without warning it was yanked all away from him. He learned the evils of the world far before he would be considered old enough to understand. So on and so forth, it never ended for him.

            Now here was the god’s grand jest, he grew accustomed to life with Piccolo, content even; he was living his immortal life knowing what was expected of him. It seems once he grew accustomed the god’s had to meddle and make a mockery of him; making him questioned everything once again. His past love, his past mate walks among them once again. For weeks now he stood by watching, contemplating, and warring with himself, what was his next move? He was certain before what he would do, and that was to save Kaka… Goku, give him warning to run and never look back. But now he questioned himself, could he possibly be in the same room with him alone, could he trust himself not to fall into those strong loving arms and beg Goku to take him away from it all, to be his Kakarot once again. The feelings he thought he rid himself of came back with untamable force, the love once believed gone came right back into his heart kicking the door down and held to him tightly.

            He knew what he must do, he couldn’t keep it pushed down; he had to save him. He neither would nor could bare witness to his love’s demise once again. He just has to keep in mind that this man, this Goku was not Kakarot. Swallowing down the uncertainties bile deep in his throat he moved forward.

            Goku leaned against the hard seat, feeling the dips on the over used road. Yet again he made the way back to his home taking all the detours he could think of to ensure there were no followers. The first trek was taking the old beaten up car to a run down district in the city, park it, go through the winding maze of the plaza’s, cut through to the underground subway. Back track on the west train, transfer quickly onto the south, then once again only east. Now here he sat on the bus waiting for his stop to be called. He couldn’t count the amount of times he had made that impossible journey home, but every time he swore he felt eyes on him; perhaps it was only because of the high risk job, paranoia and such goes hand in hand with what he was doing.

            Saying his goodnights to the driver with a tip of his head he exited looking around his surroundings. He half expected the scenery to change at any moment but the bright plaza stay as it was, and the concrete hadn’t turn to lush grass. He sighed giving once last stretch before he made his move to the stairs. Those images came back, they happened countless times since he could remember as a child. It was usually different before he would see it as a first person, he was running in the jungles, leaping over fallen trees, and chasing something, it was a shadow of another, before he could see anything else it was gone. They only occurred as dreams when he was a boy, but as he aged they started to come to him randomly while he was fully awake. He started to think he was crazy, believing still there must be something wrong with his psyche; thus never telling another soul. But the last one, that was different, never before had he heard a voice. It scared him, plain and simple. Was he slipping into insanity bit by bit? With a growl and shake of his head he moved on. A long shower, food, and a good night sleep sounded more like a remedy than any analysis could give.

            Goku nearly dragged himself up the stair-way a habit he wished he didn’t have, just once he will use that elevator; so what if he only lived one floor up. He smiled warmly at his neighbor giving her a wave. He wouldn’t admit it but he had a slight crush on the woman. Her long black hair framing her face, and her deep green eyes shone like emeralds. She was plump and curvy, defiantly a woman who didn’t starve herself and the body type suited her very well. But unfortunately for him, only neighborly friendship would he have with her. She was married.

            “How are you doing tonight Goku?”

            “Tired. I can’t wait to get to know my bed.” They shared a chuckle. “How are things with you Amber?”

            “Good, just been getting more hours at work, the usual. Michelle has been driving me crazy though. She is being difficult!” She nearly growled.

            Goku laughed and shook his head. “That’s married life for you, what has she been doing?”

            Amber frowned and blushed. “More like what she isn’t doing.”

            Goku nervously chuckled. “Well that’s married life for you, he-he”

            “Oh never-mind Goku, get in, before you have a heart attack. I’m not going to get into details with you.” She laughed as her innocent neighbors fierce rouge shade. “Oh and Goku, stop hiding you’re woman, I heard her in there an hour ago.” She winked. “Don’t worry I won’t take her away from you, I got Michelle and that’s a handful enough.” She huffed.

            Goku paused as he watched her go in to her apartment which turned into a deep frown. The super attendant must have been snooping his head in his apartment again. He pushed the key into the slot and angrily turned it opening the door in a long sweep. He growled deep. “That mother fucker better have not touched anything!” Stomping inside he threw the keys on the counter top, pulling his jacket off and tossed it in the corner scanning the area for any misplacements. As he kicked off his boots he snapped on the light, scanning the area once again, pleased to notice nothing was out of place. “Good.” He mumbled.

            His patience was wearing thin with the super, the man was always on his ass about simple little things every since the first night he moved in. It wasn’t his fault his old friends wished to throw him an unexpected apartment warming, gaining quite a few complaints on noise. Ever since then the man has been waiting for the opportunity to kick him out.

            Goku pulled out a TV dinner tossing it in the microwave, as he slumped over the counter top. How much longer did he have to do this? Hasn’t he done enough already? His fatigue getting the better of him, he didn’t hear the light footsteps coming closer.

            “A bit too pricey for a man whom runs the streets, wouldn’t you agree?”

            Goku jumped from his slouched position, yanking out the gun from its holder pointing to his unwanted guest. His face paled when his eyes locked onto the lord. His heart raced. “What are you doing here?” He swallowed down the lump of uncertainties, waiting for an answer.

            Vegeta smirked as he moved closer, not flinching when he heard the gun click. “What would the master say if he knew you had a gun aimed to my head Goku?” Vegeta grunted. “Even if that is indeed you’re name.”

            “I asked you a question first, what are you doing here?” Goku remain calm, keeping his voice steady.

            “Actually I asked you a question first.” Vegeta shrugged. “Now place down the gun, I only wish to talk.”

            Goku watched the lord, searching for any deception. He laid the gun on the counter top, not placing the safety lock on, keeping it there for easy access just encase. “Why are you here? Why did you follow me?”

            Vegeta sighed and moved away lightly touching objects placed in the book shelf. “Let’s not do the typical round about answers, cut through the bull shit. I know what you are, and I know what you are doing.”

            “Yeah, and what am I?” Goku cocked a brow, never taking his eyes from the lord’s person.

            “Not a cop, but in the workings of being one.” Vegeta tilted his head looking at Goku. “Just like in the movies, go find the big bad guy under the guise of a bad guy and take him down.” Vegeta chuckled thinking about those crummy movies.

            “How do you get that? What’s your proof Lord?”

            “I’ve been watching you, seeing how you interact with you’re ‘peers’, I listen how you talk, and seen how you allow a rivaling hood go, with minimum damage mind you.” Vegeta turned and crossed his arms. “For a cold blooded cop killer, you sure has hell couldn’t kill a little gang-banger. Why is that?”

            “I didn’t feel the need to.” Goku scoffed.

            “Stop bullshitting me, I know the truth. You made far too many mistakes, I can see the uncertainties in your eyes, I can see the fidgeting when you lie. I know what you are.”

            “So what now? You going to kill me for you’re master? Turn me over?”

            “No.” Vegeta sighed.

            Goku raised a brow, he was found out by the second in command to the crime boss, yet he wouldn’t tell the master of his findings? There was something defiantly not right between the two. “Then what? What did you come here for?”

            “To warn you, you idiot!” Vegeta snapped. “Leave Goku, get far from here. Change you’re name, get under the radar, what ever but leave.” Vegeta looked up into Goku’s eyes. “You’re not dealing with a normal man Goku. He isn’t what you think he is. He has taken an interest in you, and I want you gone before you get far too deep. You cannot win against him Goku.”

            “I can’t. I have to do this.”

            “I am not asking you Goku, I am telling you! For your own goddamn sake!” Vegeta growled. “You always were so fucking stubborn!”

            “What?” Goku stepped back, how did the lord know this of him? Has he been watching him for years? Did they go to school together as children? “Do I know you?”

            Vegeta silently cursed himself; taking a breath he shook his head. “No, you do not. It was just an observation. Look it, I am serious, I’ll even buy you a damn flight ticket, give you any amount of funds you need.” Vegeta took out his wallet, pulling out three unnamed credit cards. He didn’t notice Goku reach over for his gun. “Here is three credit cards, you do not need any type of I.D, it is untraceable, and each one has well over 5.2 million. Take them leave.”

            Goku shook his head. “No. I won’t do that, I don’t run from anything. Especially from a man.” Goku turned his head away. “I cannot take you’re offer. As good as it sounds, I made a promise and I will not be swayed.”

            Vegeta slumped, he knew from experience when Kakarot made his mind up nothing changed, why would Goku be any different? Vegeta sighed as his ass made contact with the floor, palming his face. “Goku, listen to me. The master is powerful, do you understand me.” Oh how Vegeta wished he could just explain what he meant when he said powerful without looking like a loon, and Goku brush off all pervious warnings. He cursed this day and age for forgetting the powers, looking and believing them to be only fantasy. “He will do more than kill you Goku, he would obliterate you. Please listen to my words and do as I say.”

            Goku leaned back against the counter top, looking down at the pleading man before him. His heart ached for him, he wanted to go over there, and hold him; never let him go. Goku shook his head wondering where that thought came from. His eyes were caught with the lord’s; he could drown in them, never look away. Those eyes, he knew those eyes. As he kept the gaze he could smell the jungles, hear in the distance the array of birds singing ever so lightly; he cleared his head with a shake and spoke. “How do I know you?”

            Vegeta looked away. “Stop changing the subject, I am warning you of you’re life, and you keep asking me that stupid question.” Vegeta sneered.

            “I know you, don’t I?” Goku moved closer. “I feel that I know you, here.” Goku pointed to his head and heart.

            Vegeta could taste the sting of tears in his throat; it was too difficult for him. He just wanted to wrap his arms around Goku, taste his lips once again and never let go. He wanted to give himself fully to him once again like all those centuries ago in the jungles, live with him, sleep together, hold each other, hunt together, he wanted it all back. He wanted to love this man as he had before. But it was the fear holding him back, taking him away from that loving man. It was a legitimate fear; he didn’t want to be taken away again. Vegeta moved away, growling at the man daring to come closer to him. “No! You do not know me, and I do not know you! Accept it damnit!” Vegeta threw the credit cards at Goku’s chest and snarled. “Now take them and leave! Get far from here!”

            “No, I am going to take him down.” Goku picked up the cards and held them out neatly to the lord. “I am not leaving, thank you for the offer and the warnings. Now please leave.”

            Vegeta slowly sat back up shaking his head in dismay. He smacked the cards away letting them fall to the floor. “I have no need for them. Keep them, you’ll never know when you need it.” He moved away going to the balcony, sitting on the ledge.

            Goku couldn’t help but to feel bad about his actions, the lord sat there looking defeated. But he kept his resolve; he will take down the master and free the world of his chaos. He made a promise, a promise he will keep. “You can use the door, instead of taking the outside stairwell.”

            “I prefer my way, it’s quicker.” Vegeta looked back at Goku his mind spinning and twirling with turbulent thoughts, not taking in consideration the works he spoke before they left his mouth. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you Kakarot.” He slipped off the rail and landed perfectly on his feet, making a hasty departure.

            Goku stood shell shocked at the lords words, not what was said but the name he spoken. Kakarot…

The reason why Vegeta is so defiant is out of fear, all the good things in his life snatched away, he is afraid it will happen once again, but it will all come together in the end. Just to let everyone know, yes I am done writing it and putting up piece by piece, and it isn’t as long as ‘life is ironic’ thank goodness!! So all questions will be answered, and if not answered through the fic, I will do author/reviewer q an a

Thank you all for reviewing, I love LOVE REVIEWS hahahahha a tad bit pushy…. Till next time in a land far far away V.W
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