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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 5

            ~Kakarot~

            He called me Kakarot; He said that name so easily. The way he said that name sent chills through me, how did he know that name? How did I know it was even a name, it was so aged, and well worn, but it felt natural to me, like he should call me that. I don’t believe he even understood what that name has done to me. I couldn’t sleep that night, not a wink; I stayed up staring at my ceiling, I wondered, am I really going crazy? Or is there more to it?

            The lord, I tired to wrap my head around it, I’m trying to understand his motives, and I’m trying to understand his place in that mess. What is he doing to me!? His eyes, his voice, I know him. Where and how? When the shocked wore off I raced to my drawers ripping them out, continuously flipping pages of albums, and school year books. Nothing, nothing at all that could come close to being him, no one had his eyes. Who was this Lord? This lord that I know, this lord whom spoken to me with that voice, the owner of those eyes; I was so horribly lost.

            That morning I continued on, only this time my fear was doubled, the Lord knew of my attentions, did he tell them to the Master? Could I trust him? I felt that I could, something inside me told me to; my feelings were always my guide. I continued my lie, spoke to the others gaining more information I needed. The day I stepped into the lions den down for their nightly feeding, I never felt so afraid for my life until then. The Lord casually glancing my way as he pushed around his food idly; the Master continued on like he always had, asking questions making plans. I knew then that the Lord was true to his word; he didn’t tell the others what I really was.

Still didn’t listen, I had a job to do, I needed to know exactly who all the other ‘generals’ were, where they are from, and where the products came from? It seems so much easier on those movies and I wish it was that simple. Why did things have to be so difficult?

            I listened to the words and pleas of the Lord; I did take them into consideration. But I held a promise to myself. I had to take down this crime boss; he took from me an important person. I will do it for him.

            I attended the dinner, and met two new generals whom came to speak of their exploits to the master. I let all the words sunk in deep in my mind, but I couldn’t help but to fidget under the table as the Lord watched me. Was he going to out me out to the others? When I locked eyes on him he just gave he the quickest and simplest of nods, unnoticed to the others. It eased me, I knew then the Lord will not speak of my deception. Still my mind raced with worry, I knew he wouldn’t out me out; but still those eyes haunted me. Who was he? I needed to talk to him alone! I needed to corner the lord and… I am unsure what I would say; maybe ask why he was there and how. Maybe he was innocent.



            For days I went through countless figments of my past, digging through anything that would give me an idea. Nothing gave me a clue. It was becoming an obsession, I asked around the streets, still nothing. No one knew a damn thing about the lord other than he was the masters ‘bitch’.

            I pushed around my dinner; yeah my appetite has taken a dive. I felt a small tingle in the back of my mind, thinking I was about to be transported back into the jungles once again. But it was different, I suddenly started to think on the chest my adoptive parents kept for me, it held all my accomplishments and memories of my childhood.



            I went to the chest laying forgotten in my closet, covered in dust and grime. God when was the last time I opened it, I’ll never know for certain. I opened it and I could smell the age crayon of childhood art, and the aged ink seeped in the papers of awards. I stifled through them pausing to read things I written as a child, the typical what I wanted to be when I grew up. It made me smile looking at the sloppy hand written mess proclaiming I will be a super hero and save the world. For hours I looked through every paper and folder, I came across an art book my mother made me from blank paper and twine holding the crumbled paper together. The title of the art book sent a chill through me, it was my mothers hand writing, in bolded letters it said ‘Goku’s dreams’ I opened it.

            It was scribbles and harsh crayon drawings of jungles, birds, a little village, people running around, some of people dancing. I smiled I couldn’t help but remember sitting with my mother naming the people of my dreams. It’s funny I never remember seeing people in my dreams, until now. I always thought I dreamt of the jungle as a child, but the proof was in my hands that it was far deeper than just greenery. I kept flipping through the paper slowly the jungle background faded away and all I started to draw was people. I looked at them all seeing some, and names above them, yet again my mothers hand writing. I cannot remember why she took such an interest in my dreams, something about past lives. I didn’t pay much attention to the detail.

            I gasped so loud I think the couple next door heard me, thinking I was doing much more than looking at a drawing. There was a picture I drew of two men and a little boy between them, but it wasn’t that fact that made me take a step back, the shorter male was the only one with drawn colored eyes, dark eyes; his eyes. I drew him, now it didn’t look anything like him, but somehow I knew it was him…Vegeta…

            I felt sick, shocked, an array of emotions I couldn’t express nor describe. A past life, the words rolled in my mind countless times, was what my mother believed true? Was it even possible? Vegeta, was that the lords name? Was he the one I drew as a child? There was only one way to find out.

            I got up nearly marching to my phone, calling the only man who knew what was going on, the only one who knew what I was doing.

            “Yo homie, look it I need ya to follow the product number 2, once it’s dropped n lonely gimme a call, let me know da location, and dats it. I’m out yo.” I hung the phone up, I hated talking like that but it was a necessary, you never know who was listening. Both our numbers are now unlisted and untraceable. But if anyone tapped it they would believe it was two hoods corresponding, not the undercover and chief of police.

            Using the codes we agreed on, he will have someone watching the lord ‘number 2’ and once he was alone, the chief will call me telling me where he was. Numbers first then the beginning of the streets name. It was confusing, the code but after the month of practice we got it down. Once the lord is alone, I will corner him, and get my answers.

            Vegeta sighed in the taxi cab watching the shops pass by in a blur. He had only seen Goku twice since that night, and the fool still stuck around, after all the warnings he stuck around. How was he going to convince him to leave? It’s not like he could do anything, from what he and Piccolo knew Goku had no powers, other than the mind blocking, but hell, how was that going to defeat the all mighty powerful Piccolo? Mind block him to death? Vegeta snorted. “Stop here.”

            Vegeta nearly threw the money at the driver, stepping out of the cab. He looked around seeing the following car stop and pull over trying to mingle in with the other parked cars. He choked back a laugh, it was hard not to notice the tag along, after all the red and blue lights on top sticks out like a sore thumb. He turned his head to the man trying to act nonchalant and gave a small smirk and wave. He nearly laughed when the man nearly slipped to the bottom of the floor. ‘Cops were too simple’

            He looked up at the venue seeing the play that was offered. It seemed like it would be good show, he knew the leading man could sing, he watched him on a television program just last year. It was too bad he didn’t win, but he knew the man had extraordinary talent and would get his own show regardless. He was just too damn talented not to, he walked up to the booth and bought a ticket, looking back one last time at the cop car seeing it pulling out to leave, he walked in. He needed something to take his mind off of the things on his mind. Goku.

            Goku pulled up to the live theater in the upscale part of town, cursing at his luck in trying to find a parking spot. This was one of the things that drove him crazy about the area, limited parking and costly. He should have just taken the transit, but he wanted to make sure he made it in time before the lord departed.

            Finally he sighed after nearly twenty minutes of hunting he found one, pulling in quick, forgetting about paying he raced to the theater down the street, nearly colliding with the mass of people walking. He pushed lightly and excused himself countless times against the people jogging up to the young man in the booth. He was just about to open his mouth before he was cut off by the young man.

            “I’m sorry sir but you are very late to purchase a ticket. The show started two hours ago and its now over.”

            “What! When did it end?” Goku nearly stumbled his words.

            “About ten minutes ago. You can come back tomorrow at six pm when we open up.” The boy gave a small smile before bringing down the shudder of the booth.

            Goku slumped and sighed, cursing his own luck. He shook his head and began to walk away, next time; there will always be a next time. He kicked at the rock in front of him placing his hands in his pockets and walked heading back to his car.

            “I wondered when you were going to arrive.”

            Goku snapped his head up and looked around. His eyes landed on the lord leaning on the side wall, half of his body covered in the shadows, arms and legs crossed looking for the entire world that he been standing there all night waiting for him. His breath caught in his throat, the lord was indeed something to look at.

            “Well aren’t you going to greet me?” Vegeta grunted as he pushed himself away from the wall, coming closer to the gaping man.

            “Oh, yeah. Hello.” Goku shook his head, something he has been doing a lot of these days it seemed.

            “So what is it you want? You had a fellow cop chase me down, and here you are. So what is it you want?” Vegeta grunted. “I hope you are finally going to do as I said.”

            Goku cleared his throat. “No, I have questions to ask you.”

            “Then I don’t want to hear them, I told you enough, I gave you the warning to save your life, you’re not interested to inhere to it, then there is nothing I can do for you.” Vegeta moved away walking away from the man before him.

            Goku looked around quickly, now or never. “Why did you call me Kakarot?” It defiantly caught his attention, by the way his shoulders tensed. “How did you know that name?”

            Vegeta swirled around. “It was a slip of the tongue, nothing more.” Vegeta growled.

            “Really? By the looks of it, it is far more than a slip of the tongue.” Goku crossed his arms.

            “Look, I did what I was going to do, I gave you a warning. You didn’t listen. I’m done.” Vegeta turned his back once again needing to get out of the area. “So do me a favor and fuck off.”

            Goku growled snapping forward taking a strong hold of the lord’s shoulders; he spun him around and pushed him hard against the side wall, the lord once occupied. “Tell me how you know that name?! Tell me how I know you! Tell me now Vegeta!”

            Vegeta stayed pinned to the wall looking up into the eyes he lost himself to, those lips he dreamed of tasting again. Then it clicked. “Vegeta… How did you know my name?” Vegeta trembled under the hands of Goku. He could feel the vibrations in those once powerful hands.

            “First you tell me, how did you know that name, why do I keep seeing a jungle! Why did I draw you as a child! Tell me!” Goku shouted uncaring if anyone heard him. Goku sighed and spoke in a bare whisper. “Tell me Vegeta.”

            Vegeta choked, and shuddered. “Don’t say my name like that… please.”

            “Talk to me, tell me everything you know.” Goku pulled Vegeta’s hand down to lay on his chest. “Why are you here?”

            Vegeta nearly sobbed, collecting himself he looked upwards, in those eyes. “Let me go, and I’ll tell you.” His defeated voice carried in the night’s air.

            Goku stepped back waiting for the explanation. He didn’t know if he should feel excited or scared, anxious was an understatement of his emotions. “Tell me.” It was spoken in the softest whisper.

            Vegeta turned his head and stared at the ground. Taking in a gulp of air he spoke. “A long time ago there was a man named Kakarot, he lived in the jungles. He was the leader, the king of them all. He was kind, loving, and a great warrior. Then there was an evil force coming to take over lands, they fought. The overlord lost outright under the power of Kakarot, instead of killing him as the others demanded, he instead took him in his home and healed him in more ways then one. They became life mates, two souls mended together into one. Their love was powerful and indescribable.” Vegeta paused feeling the stay tear trail down. “They made a good life for themselves, had a child and made a strong family, they were together for decades. But neither knew of the mass power of the ex evil overlord’s stalker. They were separated; the force deprived them of each-other demanded the ex overlord subservience to ensure the safety of his mate and family. Kakarot became none the wiser, his memory wiped, and lived on in the jungles until he passed on.” Vegeta sighed choking back the extra tears readying itself to spill remembering watching his mate pass on.

            Goku watched as the lord tried to steady himself from breaking down. Was the past repeating itself in a different form? “I am this Kakarot and you this evil overlord. We are their reincarnations, Kakarot and Vegeta. All three of us were born to do it all over again.”

            Vegeta sighed, this was where he knew he was going to loose Goku. “You are the only reincarnation.” Vegeta slightly flinched when he heard Goku’s confused noise. “You are the reincarnation Goku. Myself and the ‘master’ the stalker, are not.”

            “Wha… what do you mean?” Goku started to picture the master as the typical Dracula.

            “We are immortal Goku.” Vegeta whispered, feeling absolutely foolish.

            “Vampires?” Goku stumbled on his question, about ready to call the man before him crazy and run away while grasping his neck.

            “No, not Vampires they don’t exist, there just stories to scare children and to give women something to fantasize about.” Vegeta grunted.

            “And you expect me to believe that you’re immortal?” Goku couldn’t keep the skepticism or stun from his voice or features.

            Vegeta stood straight and pushed himself from the wall quickly picking up a piece of broken glass from the ground. “Look.” He shrugged off Goku’s attempts to stop him as he continually tried to slash the glass on his arm. “See? I cannot be harmed” He emphasized the motion, doing his damnest to do bodily harm. He wasn’t surprised when Goku back away shaking his head in disbelief. “Nothing can break or damage my skin; I threw myself in a volcano once. Nothing.” Vegeta dropped to the ground once again placing both hands to cover his face. “I tried anything I could to kill myself to join you in the after life.” His sobs became violent. “That day on you’re death bed I watched you, I wanted to join you. It destroyed me, for years I looked for any means of death. I didn’t care about my agreement with that bastard! I only did it for you, and our son.” Vegeta warped his arms around his bended knees, hugging himself as his head stayed planted between his arms hiding his face.

            Goku backed further away from the broken down man, he got his answers; but he didn’t know if he actually could handle them. Was it possibly true, no doubt they were, no man would break down like that for a lie. He could feel the pain coursing through Vegeta like it was his own. “Ve… Vegeta, how did it happen? How were you taken away?”

            Vegeta sucked in his breath trying to regain some semblance of control over his raging emotions. “Goku, get out of here, please. Just go, run away. I cannot bare to watch you die again.” He looked up, his watery bloodshot eyes begging the man before him. “You cannot stop him, you cannot kill him. He is immortal, he is powerful. He claims to be a god, and at times I believe he is. He cannot read you’re mind Goku, he would not be able to find you, please. This is my last time Goku, run. Live and be happy far away from this all. Please.”

            Goku took unsure steps closer to the man before him, a man that was once his mate, a man that he had a family with… “I can’t. I can’t run away knowing many people will suffer.”

            Vegeta turned his head and sighed exasperated. “There’s no use in arguing with you Goku.” He stood up with the limited strength he had. “He has a power you do not understand, something you can’t compare to. You’re past self learned the hard way; he killed you without any effort. I want you to think on that.”

            “Wait you said I lived on, how was it he killed me, then lived ignorant?” Goku raised a brow.

            Vegeta grunted. “You had a power Goku, had.” He emphasized. “You fought him, he killed you.” Vegeta gulped. “Twisted your head the other direction. Then absorbed that power you had. He gave me the choice. Go with him willingly and he would resurrect you all, remove you’re memory of me and live peacefully amongst yourselves. Or unwilling, and you all remain cold dead. Either way he would have me. So I took that choice and had you all lived once again.” Vegeta reached out and cupped Goku’s cheek, feeling that soft skin on his hand once again; he lightly moved his thumb over those sweet lips in a ghostly touch. “Goku, leave.”

            Goku couldn’t move frozen as he stood there, unable to even twitch. He sucked in all the information he was given, and still he stayed unmoving; he couldn’t speak a word even when Vegeta moved and walked away. Couldn’t stop him, couldn’t ask him a question. He stayed glued to the ground, alone.

            Vegeta leaned against the door to his room taking deep breaths, doing his damnest not to crumple once again. He hadn’t lost himself like that for centuries. He looked over to the lighten up display case, attentively he moved forward and opened it, reaching out for a particular object. The quartz purple ring, the very thing Kakarot gave him to symbolize their love; he felt the tears began to well up once again.

            “I am surprised you still have that blasted trinket.” The deep voice rasped.

            Vegeta jumped dropping the ring to the floor, never taking his eyes away from it as it rolled on the floor to stop in the far corner. He didn’t speak; he didn’t want Piccolo to hear the strain in his voice.

            “Thinking of the past once again Vegeta? I thought you would have left that all behind you by now.” Piccolo moved forward wrapping his thick arms around the lithe frame. He raised a brow when he felt the prince tense up in anxiety. Suspicion started to brew. “Where have you been Lord?” Piccolo growled.
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