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Unforgivable	By : thePrincesJewel Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He sat up, gasping in pain, wild eyes darting around. He settled slightly, recognizing the room for his own. �Just� just a dream,� he whispered, voice shaky with relief. The coppery tang of blood penetrated, he looked down at himself. Bloody welts crisscrossed his body. �No!�

Vegeta jerked awake, in Kuro�s room before he realized what had awoken him. Green eyes gazed in dismay at the other man. �I� I�� His hair faded back to black as he walked to the bed, one hand reaching to not quite touch the other�s chest. �I did this?�

Kuroichi shook his head, trembling, a bloodied hand held before his face. �No� no. It wasn�t you��

�Who then?� The soft voice was venomous. �Who did this to you?�

�I�� Kuroichi lifted unhappy eyes to meet the prince�s. �I think� I think I� did it.�

�What?� Vegeta dropped to the bed, examining the welts that covered Kuroichi from head to toe. �You couldn�t have. These are whiplashes. I�ve seen enough to know that - your tail would have left bruises, large welts, but not thin ones like these.�

�I dreamed it. I dreamed� being whipped. Punished for failing.� Kuroichi�s hands fisted in the sheet. �I� failed.�

�Shh�� Vegeta rose. �You haven�t failed. Come. Let�s get you cleaned up.� He lead the younger man into the bathroom, washed him tenderly. �They are not deep� not as bad as some of the wounds you�ve had. Tell me the dream.�

�I�� Kuroichi sighed. �I took my things, and I went to the grave. I went through everything. I took off� the clothes I was wearing, and put others on. I kept the photo, the dragonball. I kept orange and blue. I cried as I dressed. I felt so� betrayed. Something had happened, something� bad. I went back to her house. There was nowhere else. She�� Kuroichi frowned. �She took me in� but not as her family. As her slave. This,� he motioned to the wounds, �this was part of my punishment. But I� I didn�t feel� like me. I�. Why would I dream that, Vegeta?�

�Goten,� Vegeta replied softly.

�Despair,� Kuro whispered. �I remember. His room� I could smell it. He�s hurting, Vegeta.�

�I know.� He pulled the younger man against him, caressing his back gently. �And we can�t help.�

�Can�t we bring him home?�

Vegeta was silent for a time. �How did you feel when you returned to the pool, after I raped you?� he murmured at last.

Kuro blinked, leaning into the prince�s comforting warmth. �I� didn�t really think about it. Goku always went there. Whenever he was hurting too much to hide it anymore, he�d go there. He spent hours at that pool, just skipping stones, letting his mind go completely blank while tears ran down his face, waiting until he could hide how much it hurt� and then he�d go home. The first time� he just washed off the after effects of a fight and went home. Nightmares for weeks afterwards that he couldn�t remember clearly when he woke. Nightmares that just got worse, until he was afraid to sleep, because he was beginning to remember what he dreamed. Blood, and pain. It wasn�t until after� after he found you that he realized it wasn�t dreams, but memories, and then everything came back at once. But the second time� shattered, broken, betrayed. When he went back, his dreams were gone, his peace was gone. There were only the memories of the pain� the hate� the�� His voice trailed off. �Oh. I� understand. I understand. He wouldn�t want to be here, not where��

Vegeta waited, again silent. But it seemed his pet wasn�t interested in revealing more. �Where what?�

�It�s nothing��

�Kuro?� Vegeta leaned back, lifting the other�s chin gently so he could look at the downcast eyes. He frowned. �Where what, Kuro? What happened? What� what did my son do to him?�

�I�� Black eyes lifted, caught a glimpse of the look in Vegeta�s eyes, and dropped. �He beat him. The day after he claimed him in front of everyone, he beat him nearly to death, then gave him a senzu. Told him he didn�t want Goten to die by his hand but if he wanted to die by his own, that was fine. To be gone when he got back from his trip. To get it right, or leave, he didn�t care as long as he never saw Goten again.� Kuroichi drew a shuddering breath. �He told me to tell you he hadn�t been given the chance to keep his promise. I�m sorry, I�d forgotten that.�

Vegeta rose to his feet, pulling Kuroichi up with him. He checked the bandages he�d applied, and led the younger quietly from the bathroom to his bed. Only after he�d tucked himself under the sunny lemon comforter next to his pet did he speak. �We will go get him. I will make the arrangements tomorrow.�

�Thank you, �Geta! OUCH!� Kuroichi whimpered a bit as he redistributed himself after hugging Vegeta exuberantly.

�And I will keep the nightmares away,� Vegeta promised softly, �so that this will not happen to you again.� He lay back against the pillows, his pet curled contentedly against his side, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. My son� even he was not that cruel. He hurt me, broke me, turned away when I was in pain. His disregard� I always knew that he didn�t truly care about me, that I was nothing to him except a willing, eager lay who could take the pain he liked to give. The monkey prince no one else could touch without risking life or limb, submitting to his desires without a single word of protest, only words of love. I loved him as much as I loathed him, as much as I hated Frieza. And in the end� Vegeta ran his fingers through the soft hair fanning across his chest. In the end, I had to choose� and I chose to live. And to live, I had� to kill him.

His former lover�s face, twisted with hatred and anger, disbelief and pain, shock that he had lost and was dying - that face haunted him. I do not think I care to sleep tonight. Vegeta looked down at the sleeping Kuroichi. �I pray your son and mine not go through the same pain.�

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Trunks: But� but�

Jewel: Eh? You�re back?

Trunks: WHAT DID YOU DO TO GOTEN???!

Jewel: Oh. Him I sent home to his mummy.

Trunks: *incoherent spluttering, powering up*

Jewel: *hastily* Note that I�ve made arrangements for his removal!

Trunks: *still powering up*

Jewel: Um� you want me to do a reconciliation?

Trunks: *meep* Er� *hair goes back to purple* Yes?

Vegeta: WHAT!!!!!!

Trunks: I got to go! *runs from irate father*

Goku: I don�t get it. What�s wrong with them?

Jewel: *ruffles his hair* Sometimes, luv, you got to do things the hard way to get something took care of.

Goku: *thinks about that* You must like doing things the hard way. So� Trunks is due back when?

Jewel: Let�s see� he�s been gone about four days, and he was supposed to be gone 2 weeks� so a week and a half.

Goku: Am I staying with Vegeta?

Jewel: *gives him a look* Kuroichi is. You died.

Goku: But Kuro�s me! An� I like Vegeta.

Vegeta: *in distance* Trunks you come ba� WHAT DID HE SAY?

Jewel: *shakes head* I think you missed the point.

Goku: I did not. I know what�s going on. I�m not as stupid as people write me.

Jewel: ^.^� I know.
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