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The Burning Leftovers of Temporary Madness	By : KahlanN Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Burning Leftovers of Temporary Madness

Chapter Number: 4

Author: Kahlan Nightwing

Pairing: Pi/V

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Angst, character death, yaoi

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is the sole property of Akira Toriyama and all parties therein. I do not claim to own Dragonball, Z, GT or any of its characters. I am making no money from this story.

Summary: It's been 25 years since Vegeta left Earth, leaving behind a grown son and a lot of pain. Now an evil is threatening Earth and he is called to duty. But why did he leave, and what will he find when he gets back?

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Chapter 4

I moan; stretching and feeling something warm snuggle closer to me. I barely register the warmth except that is warm and the air is a bit chill. As something trails along my bare midriff, my arm falls over the thing, curling and pulling it toward me. I hear whispered words and feel something light with that same warmth brush my lips.

My eyes jerk open and I�m pushing whatever it is away from me, ki ball lit and aimed at the thing that has hit the floor with a thud.

I hear a muffled curse, a muffled feminine curse, and see someone glaring up at me from her position on her backside on the floor. She blows a piece of her black hair out of her eyes and speaks while I look on in a somewhat still-asleep state. �If you didn�t want it, you could�ve just said something. I thought you were enjoying it.� She�s speaking of the obvious bulge under the blankets and it wakes me from my stupor.

�Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing in here?�

She stands, eyeing the blast still aimed for her as she stands and brushes herself off. She�s still wearing her clothes. I should be thankful of that. �I could ask you the same thing. This is my house.�

I narrow my eyes, taking in the open window and the cool breeze blowing through it. I know how she got in now. �It�s Goten and Marron�s home.�

She tilts her head to the side and opens her mouth when the sound of knocking distracts both of us. Trunks� head pokes in. �What�s going on�?�

He pauses and he and the girl lock stares. Well, she�s not really a girl; she�s one to me, but she�s past her teens. I look at each of them, glowering. Finally I let the ki blast die away and glare at my son. �Well? I want an explanation now!�

He blinks and looks away from the girl, staring at me and looking like I�ve just cornered him and told him I�m going to kick his ass. I will if he doesn�t start talking.

�Um, can you come into the kitchen once you�re dressed?�

I growl under my breath and nod shortly, watching as he motions with his head for the girl to leave my room. She gives me one haughty stare that would put me to shame and complies. The door shuts behind them and I stare at it for a moment, considering the girl and what she did to me. I think I am going to kick someone�s ass.

Dressed in little time, I enter the kitchen to see everyone seated at the table. Goten and Marron are holding onto one another�s hands. Both jump and straighten as I enter. I take them in with my eyes for a moment before looking at my son, who looks as if he�s swallowed a cat. The girl has her arms folded and is doing a good job of pouting.

I walk past the empty chair obviously meant for me and right toward the girl. Trunks half-rises, but the glare I send him has him sitting again. The girl looks up at me, seemingly unimpressed by the stance I take before her, arms crossed in front of me as her�s is. If she stood, she would be taller than me.

Black spiky locks frame a pale face set with two blue eyes. I stare at those eyes, into them, noting the color.

�Shit!� My exclamation makes everyone jump; makes me jump. I retreat from the girl, who is looking at me as if I�ve just lost it. I think I have.

I glare accusingly at Trunks as he rises fully this time. �Dad��

Now it is the girl�s time to curse, the same word I used, and look at me with wide eyes�her eyes. I shake my head in denial, putting as much hate as I can into my glare as my eyes pierce into her. She winces at the look. I give everyone equal treatment with the scathing glare before turning on my heels and leaving.

�Dad!� I hear his voice, but I keep walking. �Dad, where are you going?� He phases out to block my way, trying hard to ignore my stare and gritted teeth.

�I need to kill something. Unless you want it to be her, I suggest you get out of my way.�

�Vegeta?� I whirl around, taking in the whole of her with one cold glare. She flinches again. �You�re Vegeta?� Her voice is surprisingly steady considering I�m very close to hurting her.

I just stare; then make my way back to her, head lowered with purpose. She seems to want to back away, but she locks her knees out and stays there. I force her chin up with my hand, turning it this way and that in the little light. I can tell she doesn�t like this treatment. She growls at me. �Where is he?�

Her eyes widen. �What?�

I let go of her chin, grabbing her arms instead and shoving her toward me; letting her feel what she�s done to me and how much I hate her for it. �You heard me. Where is he? You were with him tonight. That�s why you crawled into a room you thought empty.�

�I-I don�t know what you�re talking about.�

I feel Trunks closing in on my side, probably with the intent of rescuing his half-sister. I sneer at her. �Liar. You were with him. He wouldn�t stay away from his daughter. Not from her daughter.�

She seems truly afraid and I can�t help taking in the scent. It is heady and quite addictive. �I won�t let you hurt him!�

I throw back my head and laugh; releasing her just as Trunks makes a grab for her. I turn and growl at him, cutting off my own laugh. �Stay out of this!�

He flinches backwards, seeing something in my eyes that hasn�t been there for twenty-some years. I turn back to the girl. �What is your name?�

She stares at me, as if I�ve just asked her what air is. I chuckle and repeat my question. She shakes her head, her brow furrowing. �Gorika.�

I make a sound, raising both brows. �How original.� I laugh as her face scrunches up in insult. �Where is he?�

�Dad��

I glance at my son out of the corner of my eye. He truly looks hurt that I�m acting this way. But he should know better than to keep secrets from me. Especially ones of this kind. �I said stay out of this. She�ll not be killed.� I say nothing about hurting her and he seems to notice this. �We need to�talk. We�ll be back.�

I give her a look that most clearly says �come with me�. She folds her arms across her chest in obvious refusal. I smirk. �You�re curious. Only I can answer your questions.� The statements hang in the air and my smirk widens as her mouth hangs open. She is curious. I can see it in her eyes.

I turn then and start for the door, my way not being blocked by Trunks or Marron and Goten, who watch silently at the kitchen entry. I take off into the air as soon as I�m out the door, reveling in the feeling of the coolness brushing along my clothes. I slow down from my normal speed, not knowing how fast she can fly.

She catches up to me a few minutes later, not looking at me. I glance at her, watching emotions flit across her features. His and her features. I grit my teeth and pointedly look away.

We land by my ship and I trudge up the lowering ramp, opening the door and stalking in. I sit in the pilot�s chair and wait impatiently for her to join me. I hear her pause at the door, probably looking at everything. I snort and hear her jump.

I feel her eyes on my still form for a moment before I hear her walking toward me. She takes the co-pilot�s seat, looking uncomfortably at anything but me.

�I heard all the way up to her dying and him disappearing. What happened?�

She starts, staring at me for a moment. She clears her throat, disturbed by the fact that I�m not looking at her. I�m not looking at anything. �Well, he disappeared. Everyone tried to look for him. No one could find him. Then the�thing came�.�

�I know about it.� It is all I supply since the trailed off sentence is a question.

�People died. Gohan died. That was when he let me find him�.�

I look at her finally, my glare making her try and sink into her seat. �And he told you to keep it a secret. And you did. Even though people are dying and the Earth needs him. But of course, he�s your father. I�m sure he�s perfect.� My words are harsh and angry and I can�t stop them. I think the shock�s wearing off. Great timing.

I continue before she can speak in his defense. I really don�t want to hear his excuses. �And look who has to pick up his shit. Again.�

She stands then, surprising me as she leans in and practically shouts in my face. �Oh you�re one to talk! He had to pick up your shit when you just up and left! He didn�t complain about it either. He found Krillin, Eighteen, and Marron a home; helped out Trunks. You left everyone who needed you just because everything didn�t go the way you wanted! Now you just expect us all to bow to you when you come back? Goku�s twice the man you�ll ever be!�

She lets out an �oof� of surprise and pain as I stand, shoving her back into the chair harshly. All I can hear are her words. She�s lucky, or she would be a char on the seat, no matter what I said to Trunks. �Listen here, you little whore! Your father is a pitiful excuse for a man and a Saiyan! He steals my mate, my home, my life, my heritage; my everything! He does it with a grin on his face and still tries to �be my friend�.

�You think I give a shit about his problems? I hope he has problems, because he�s had it coming for years! What I care about now is the fact that he�s somewhere hiding from things when this place, his home, needs him. As you can see, I came back, he�s still cowering in some corner licking his wounds!�

She blinks at me as I take a breath, leaning back from her face and sitting heavily back into my chair. I haven�t let go like that in quite a while without blowing things up. The silence continues to grow, until I finally speak again, my voice heavy and dead. �Where is he?�

She fidgets in her seat, looking at her hands in her lap. She nods to herself and looks up. I meet her eyes and see the reflection of the determination she always had. �I�ll take you to him.�

I nod and get up, leading the way out of the ship and into the air once again. I let her take the lead, noting the scenery as it passes underneath us, pretending not to notice her or what�s in front of me.

An hour later, I notice a change in her posture and look up, focusing on what�s before us. There�s a clearing in the woods and her eyes are glued to that and the shadows dancing there because of fire�s flames. There then.

Unnoticed, I slip back, silently landing in a tree and making my way by branches to the edge of the clearing, hid from sight, but with a perfect view.

He stands as he spots his daughter, looking a bit confused as she�s just left him. He�s still wearing the orange gi and has those locks of black hair that go everywhere like any third-class�s. Gorika lands in front of him, glancing around and quite nervous that she can�t see or sense me.

I know why I�m not there. I need to control myself. One sight of the man and I want to kill him. That would defeat the whole purpose of my coming. I take deep breaths while gazing at him, not bothering to hide their flaming heat I wish I could burn him alive with.

He greets her with a hug, which she immediately breaks. �Dad, someone�s��

I shift casually on my branch, allowing the firelight to hit me. �Now, now. Don�t ruin the surprise.�

His whole body stiffens and he turns in slow motion, his black eyes locking on mine with a flinch that is much more violent then hers or Trunks� had been. The firelight shows me how pale and drawn he is. He looks leaner. Must come from staying out in the wilderness.

I smirk, falling from the branch to land gracefully on my feet. �You look like you�ve seen a ghost.� This is the only vengeance I get for now, to make him fear, and it�s rubbing me the wrong way.

He stands protectively in front of his daughter, looking as if he knows exactly what�s coming. As if he could ever second-guess me. I snort. �Don�t worry. I�m not here to kill you�yet. And I certainly won�t kill her. She�s hers.�

He notices the emphasis I put on the last word, as if I�m stating that she was mine. I am. �Vegeta�.�

I roll my eyes at the melodramatic tone his voice takes. �Drop the charades, Kakarott. Trunks contacted me. You�ve been shirking the duty you gave yourself. I thought I�d come and remind you of it.� I approach the fire, standing in front of it and putting my gloved hands as close as I can. Burning myself keeps me from burning him. �What are you doing out here? Shaming her memory?�

I hear him growl low in his throat and continue with a smirk. �Shaming both their memories. Oh, let�s not forget your son. He died a true Saiyan, looking for the next battle. Can you believe he actually wasted his time searching for you? Once again, you shame the Saiyan name. You�re a true disgrace.�

I let out a hiss between my teeth as I�m knocked off my feet to roll around the fire. I regain control and use his rage against him, rolling him into the fire and leaping away.

I�m on my feet as his flaming form rolls on the ground, trying to put himself out. Gorika runs to help him. In a few minutes they have him put out, looking charred but not harmed any further than that.

I can�t help but laugh as they both turn and give me identical glares, covered in black soot that almost makes them disappear in the night. I stop as he takes a step toward me, holding out my hand, determination set in my mouth and eyes. �This isn�t about us tonight, Kakarott. I came here to drag your sorry carcass back to the real world. You do shame their memories with this moping around. People are dying and you�re mourning them without lifting a finger to help. Even your daughter thinks this. She brought me here voluntarily.�

He glances back at Gorika, shock evident on his face. She lowers her head in shame and I snarl at him. �Fool! Don�t make her feel guilty for your actions! You can�t put this mistake on anyone else, not even me.� I turn my attention fully to her. �Go back to the house. Tell them everything is all right and make sure they go to sleep. We�ll have a rough day tomorrow. I�ll be back when I�m finished here.�

She looks at me with wide eyes, as if surprised I defended her. Considering what she did to me, I�m surprised too. Speaking of that� �Don�t think I�m not getting you back for that. I will�and you won�t know when it�s coming. I can�t waste my time on you right now though.�

Her face takes on a defiant tone that has me smirking while he looks confusedly from one of us to the other. He finally settles his glare on me, as Gorika still doesn�t move. �Who died and made you king, Vegeta? You can�t just come back and dictate to us as if you never left! You broke Trunks� heart!�

I sneer at him, ticking off the numbers on gloved fingers. �To answer your first: my father did. For the second: I do whatever I damn well want. And for the third: what goes on between me and my son is our business.� I once again focus on Gorika, letting my hand drop. �Go. He�ll be unharmed unless he attacks me again. We�re just going to talk.�

She seems to have already understood how I �talk� and gives her father a worried look. She takes off though. Smart girl. Gets it from her. He�s an idiot.

The idiot is glaring at me. �Bastard.�

My eyebrows rise and I grin amusedly at him. �Really? I had no idea you felt that way. Why ever would you call me such a thing?� I scoff and cut off his angry retort. �Are you going to keep cowering in the shadows, or are you going to be the man your daughter thinks you are. Twice as much as me according to her.�

His eyes bug out comically from his face, and I chuckle as he chokes on words. He definitely wasn�t expecting anything like that from me. �I�m sure your other son and your daughter would be delighted to have you over. You can eat, chat, catch up, kick some dark thing�s ass, call it a day, and come back to your mourning grounds, never to see or hear from anyone again.�

I shrug, still smirking. �Until I come to pay you a visit with Death on my shoulder. Do you realize how many people out there want you dead?�

He�s struggling to keep up with my monologue and not quite succeeding. �Huh?�

I nod; walking forward to stand in front of the fire again, knowing the effect the light will have playing across my features. From the way he shifts, a defensive stance, I�m getting the intended effect. �They don�t know who you specifically are. They just want the killer of Frieza and Lord Cold dead. That�s technically my son from the future, but you did most of the work on Namek. They�ll settle for you and pay a handsome sum. Then there�s the issue of my own personal vendetta.�

His brows lower down over his eyes, �You�re a bounty hunter.�

I�m surprised and do not hide it. �You figured that out by yourself? Usually you need help with the higher cognitive abilities. Yes, I get paid for killing people. I have no qualms about my job and am quite recommended in my field. For now, my job is to kill this thing on Earth. However, if you prove to not want to save your precious Earth you�re always gushing over, you�ll get in the way. I�ll have to dispose of you first.

�Now, what shall it be? Cooperation? A foreign word, I know, for me. Or dissolution? I kill you and in the process take a lot of Earth with you.�

He�s enraged now that I�ve threatened Earth and I laugh at him. �Look at you! Mr. High-and-Mighty now that the Earth�s threatened. So where were you when Pan died? She loved her grandpa. Krillin? Weren�t you his best friend? Gohan? The son who only wanted to find you as he breathed his last.

�Come, Kakarott. Let us think without this barricade between us for now. We can go somewhere and let go afterwards.�

He stares at me as my words sink in, the anger fading to leave disbelief behind. He doesn�t know me if he doesn�t know why I�m doing this. I won�t tell him why. My reasons are my own.

He finally gives me that grin I�ve dreamed of wiping off his face permanently and nods in sudden conviction. A part of me is disappointed. I really wanted to kill him. He says nothing as he kicks dirt in the fire, putting it out, and I�m secretly glad. I�d just ruin all my work if he opened his mouth.

We take off, silent the rest of the way back to the house. I�m really going to kick myself tomorrow for this.

As we land in the front yard, the group all herds out, looking at the both of us with shock and relief. I snort and push past them all, thinking only of my bed and ignoring the shouts of joy as son and father reunite.

An arm halts me as I pass Gorika and I angrily fling it off and glare at her. She lowers her head; then raises it again, looking me straight in the eyes. I can�t meet those eyes for long and turn away to continue inside the house. I hear her voice behind me, as if she�s a ghost from grave, her from the grave.

�Thank you.�

I shiver despite myself.

A/N: Well, okay. So, looks like Bulma and Goku had a daughter. Yep, that would most certainly be a twist eh? BTW, I loved bashing Kakarott here! It was�fun. Sorry Goku-lovers. I don�t love him, barely like him even. Looks like the respect Vegeta gave Goku flew out the window eh? I�m gonna hate that episode! Lol

Next chapter? Fight scene. Eager? I am.

Again, I have to leave you all with a big thank you for reviewing. I�m tired and you want this out. Well, individually replying to all of you great reviewers is what has been making me lazy. Forgive me and believe me when I say I love all your comments. Good, bad, any. Especially the begging ones. My ego�s not hurt a bit by them! ^_~

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