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5. (GP) Elusive:
“So… you really can’t remember anything?” Gohan asks me, a little shaken up, but whether or not he’s embarrassed by what just happened isn’t clear, or maybe he’s getting over it quick, or maybe he’s nervous to be alone around me.
I turn to him absentminded and growl, answering, “Damn it, how many times will I have to explain it to you people? I can’t remember anything, it’s only been a fucking day. Leave me alone about it.”
“But… that’s why I’m here…” Gohan sighed, and then I saw in his eyes that he became resolute, an instant before he revealed, “You think you made him tie me up? You think you have some type of control over Vegeta? I’m beginning to understand.”
I stare at him, quirking a brow at his somewhat random outburst, yet I’m waiting for his explanation when he doesn’t continue at first. What, exactly, is he beginning to understand? Me? Ha.
Then he says to me; “I think I know you far better than you might even know yourself at this point. My father’s same history or not, you’re still going to naturally have his inclinations, if only twisted to your dark desires because you don’t know anything else, or don’t care for anything else. Either way, you’re predictable at best in my opinion. Let me guess: are you getting angry right now?”
“You’re damn right I am!” I growl back and grab onto the collar of his shirt, bringing him closer. “You’re nothing to me! You have no right to speak to me in such a way!”
“I feel that I do,” he answers calmly and continues to bait me, saying, “After all, you did just threaten to rape me. How am I supposed to come at such a predator as yourself? With smiles and joy at our conversation? Who do you think you are? You’re no more my father at this point than I am your son! Still, I can see into your heart. You are wrestling with emotions that don’t make any sense to you based on your instincts, and you don’t even understand those instincts.”
I frown and release him with a jerk from my hold. He’s frowning, too, but all I can say is; “You’ve put into words, quite candidly, what I am thinking. So, tell me more, if you dare!”
“Like what?” Gohan chuckles, “Like why you’re in love with Vegeta?”
My ears are burning at his audacity. I speak, pointing a finger in his chest, “Feh! I’m not in love with him, he’s in love with me. I don’t feel love, not for anyone or anything.” I grumble as I turn to walk a few feet away, still explaining what I can’t grasp wholly myself, “I am above all of that. I just feel. I feel lust and anger and curiosity, fleeting emotions which I’m sure will pass with time. I will get bored of Vegeta eventually and go on to the next thing.” I turn back to him, crossing my arms, and admit, “You, maybe? He was wrong to leave us alone like this.” I smirk at him, showing him the more feral desires that are lurking behind my eyes, coursing through my veins.
He smirks back and responds, “No, you won’t get tired of Vegeta and if you’re so childish as to think that chasing hellish desires will leave with anything other than emptiness then go ahead, but you will not get what you want so easily out of me, and you will come to realize that the best things are those that are long lasting, the things that are hardest to obtain, and hardest to hold on to. Like Vegeta.”
I roll my eyes at him, “You are the child, here, not me, and I can’t believe that any son of mine would fall victim to such a way of thinking. I have everything in life I could ever hope to gain; freedom! I will do as I please! I don’t care who’s hurt in the process, that’s the only goal worth having. Anything else even a somewhat civilized people has taught you is a lie to keep creatures like us in check.”
At this Gohan raises his eyebrows in surprise and I laugh and explain, “Perhaps you thought I didn’t know? Or perhaps you thought I couldn’t tell how much weaker everyone else is than me? Well, I can tell, and I do know. The inhabitants of this planet are peaceful, much more so than I imagine my home planet to be. There isn’t much fun to be had here unless I wanted to wreak havoc, even then, who could come against me? A war without a battle is hardly a war at all. Besides, what are riches for when I could simply take whatever I want without worrying about repercussions?
“And besides, you speak of Vegeta when you mention long-term goals,” I chuckle condescendingly, “As though he is some great conquest! You just witnessed for yourself me taking him with little effort in persuasion and a rather remarkable honesty from his moans.” I smirk at the thought, looking away as I think of him, itching for the man all over again despite my own declaration of growing bored.
Gohan interrupts my thoughts, asking me, “You want battle, hmm, is that it? Or do you wish to be a ruler of people? What then? And why, if it’s all about what you want or perhaps what you can’t have, would you desire Vegeta to come with you, seeing as how you’ve determined that you have already won him?”
I am disappointed that he has little to no reaction to my admittance, I was hoping to get a rise out of him. It’s almost as though he’s heard similar lamentations before. I smirk and answer, “Why? I wouldn’t want to go about this universe completely alone. A man can’t live off the pleasures of a battleground alone, he has other needs which require satiating. Vegeta would be the perfect consort. Don’t you think so?”
Again, I am trying to get a response, but to that he does not immediately reply. I wonder what he’s thinking. I wonder, what does he know that I do not? Damn him and Vegeta both. They each have their own way of making me feel as though they miss Goku and that they’d rather have him here over me!
‘Whoever I am.’
“You seem to have thought this through for only giving it some twenty hours of thought,” Gohan finally says. “However, this is not the first time I have spoken to a man which such desires. It seems that most men who have brawn, but no brain, come to this conclusion.”
I growl at him again and step close threateningly, but he doesn’t heed his danger.
He adds, “Actually, I have met many men who have accomplished your goal, in varying degrees, but they either perished or fled upon learning that their exploits must come to an end. Only one of them, a man with more intelligence than the others, actually changed his ways.”
“Hn,” I ask, aggressively, “Well I am not like other men. Besides, what does this have to do with me? Do I know any of these men? Is this some sort of riddle?”
“No, it’s not a riddle, there’d be no fun in trying to get you to guess at one. On the other hand, it may bother you to know that this has everything to do with you, and that you do, in fact, know the man of whom I speak. I guess that would make it a riddle after all.”
I growl at him again and take marching steps forward, deciding on whether I’m going to throttle him and be done with it or slap him around.
He smiles at me, though, even as I am advancing on him, and he says, “Would you like to know who?”
I stop walking closer and listen sharply.
“Well, it’s Vegeta, of course. Why do you think he’s been so hell bent on giving you what you want? Certainly not because you deserve it, or because you’ve earned it. He’s using you just like you’re using him. But his will is strong, stronger than yours by my reckoning. He’s been through more. He can handle more, and he’s far more intelligent than you. Which would explain why he’s come around to a more ‘civilized’ way of thinking, but of course, you wouldn’t understand, and even if you do, you probably don’t believe me. You’ll just have to learn for yourself, the hard way.”
My fist moved all on its own, punching him square in the nose. I don’t want to hear any more.
He cries out, surprised, and holds onto his face as the blood rushes down his lips and jaw.
That felt good!
“Vegeta…” I cry, “Vegeta!” I can feel my power level rising. It’s climbing so swiftly and effortlessly that I am surprising myself as it courses through me.
But, I regain control with remarkable skill, calming my own tumultuous mind in mere seconds. Where did all that come from? Well, I will soon find out the heights of my own powers, but for now there’s no point in losing my head just yet.
Gohan is staring at me, wide-eyed, but he does not look surprised.
“So!” I cry, “You’ve told me what you thought I should know! I do not doubt that what you’ve said is true! I see the scarred psyche of our Prince! I see the hideousness of his thoughts through his eyes! I wonder, though! What type of plans he had for me?! Was his plan to keep me in check by using my lust as a personal gain in his own game?! How did he know?! I told him! Damn it! I did tell him, didn’t I?”
“You are being foolish! And you’re overreacting!” Gohan hollered at me, and I turned to him from my musings once more, interested in hearing him out, purely out of curiosity. “Don’t you see why I told you that?! Don’t you get it?! Vegeta’s not using you for personal gain! He wants you, and he’s willing to take you any way he can have you! To him, you are perfect! I don’t know why he thinks that- I certainly don’t and I, your own son, never have! But he’s interested in you in ways you cannot comprehend! If you decide to be a menace to this universe- he will stop you! But, if you simply desire to stay as you are- I imagine he wouldn’t try to change you.” Gohan’s demeanor changes drastically as he continues, looking emotionally and mentally drained in a matter of seconds. He tells me, “But you must listen to him! He’s not lying to you! Why do you think he said he needs your trust?! He knows you, now, far better than anyone else, and he always has. But you’ve never really known him. Do you think it’s wise to challenge him, in any playing field, without thinking it through first?
“Damn it!” he cries, “I never meant for you to infer anything negative, but I did what I had to do. I hope Vegeta understands.”
“What do you mean?” I ask and then I suddenly understand, and my eyes hone in on his every move as I guess openly at my new revelation. “You’ve told me more than he wanted you to, didn’t you? You’ve been more honest with me than even I first thought. I see. You were following his orders this whole time, but you could not hide the truth from me, your father. That is good to know. Thank you for explaining it to me so fully. I will not make a brash decision. I will go, now, and decide what course of action to take as I see fit, as the mood strikes, and you, you can stand knowing that you had a part to play in my decision. Then, as our lives play out their roles, you can decide for yourself whether I am a man of brains or not,” I laugh, “Because we both know I’ve got the brawn.
“There is only one stipulation I must put on our parting,” he looks at me, and I see pain in his eyes which was not put there by my force alone, and I commanded him, “You are not to see Vegeta, anymore. He is mine, if anyone is to have him, and I do not like the idea of sharing him. No, you have lost your privilege to even look upon his face, much less hear his voice. Consider our rendezvous earlier as a parting gift. One that will bring you comfort as well as much grief.”
I notice the widening in his eyes at the consideration of my words and I revel in his candid reaction before taking off into the sky, higher and higher, to where I do not yet know, but at least my heart is pleased to know that I will be obeyed- and I will be obeyed.
(VP)
“You are sick, you know that?” Piccolo sneered at me, “I don’t care what you two do with yourselves but bringing Gohan into that was not okay. What is wrong with you, Saiyans? You’re… so…”
“This is not the type of conversation I thought that we would ever have…” I retort as Piccolo glares at me, crossing my arms, “But Gohan must be put to some blame in this situation. He went to Kakarot alone against my wishes, and do you know what his intentions were, then? To see if Kakarot could read minds, still, the fool. And, it’s apparent that he’s been keeping some secrets from both of us, for I had no idea he had a hard on for me, and truth be told I think you’re a little jealous. Anyways, you watched, didn’t you? Maybe Kakarot would have been even more excited to know there was a fourth member of our little party, perhaps I should tell him you’re interested in joining us next time.”
“You disgust me. While I agree that probably wasn’t the smartest course of action, I still don’t think you’re taking this seriously. While you’re having your bit of fun, Gohan could have gotten hurt… This is all because of you.”
“Gohan’s fine!” I barked, “I spared him from a worse fate! And if you don’t believe that then you’re the one not taking this seriously!” I turned my back to him as I vented, “I told Gohan to stay away from Kakarot, but he insisted on disobeying me! Kakarot is more calculating than you might think. He’s not the ‘simpleton’ you all believe him to be! Now Gohan only has one choice; he must convince Kakarot that what his heart is telling him to go after isn’t truly what he wants. He will fail, and Kakarot will terrorize us all. I know how this story ends.”
Piccolo asked, “What do you mean ‘what his heart wants’?”
I am so angry right now I can’t think straight, and Piccolo isn’t making it much better by blaming the entirety of the situation on me, but I will take that blame, and I will take the brunt of Kakarot’s blows as soon as he comes to a decision. I have thought further about this than any of them know, I’m just not ready to tackle that path, yet. “You don’t get it, do you? Kakarot is in warrior mode, but he’s confused, and so far, luckily for us, no one has pissed him off enough to make him wish to fight. That time is coming soon, though.”
“You think he has no control?” Piccolo wondered, “I definitely think he’s been stripped of thoughtful consideration other than what his body lusts after, but…”
“Exactly,” I turn to face him, eyeing him out of the corner of my eye. “I don’t expect you to understand. You’re not a Saiyan, after all.” I sigh, “It’s the only reason Kakarot might listen to anything that Gohan has to say. He senses their bond, and strength inside of his son, and he’s itching to set his powers against a worthy opponent. It’s simple Saiyan instincts. It might be different if there were no people here that were tempting to him, but already he has marked several of you as possible interests, whether for a fight, or something altogether more sinister.”
“You don’t mean you think he would--?”
“Rape any of you? Yes. Murder? Possibly. Torture? Probably. If he thinks it will benefit him in some way, or…”
“Or what?” Piccolo asks, insisting I finish.
“Or get a rise out of me.”
“Why does he care so much for you?”
“I…” I hesitate, “I have a few theories, but I’m not quite sure.”
“Well, what are your intentions in all of this, Vegeta? Are you trying to turn him back or not?” Piccolo wonders aloud in a stern voice.
I smirk and answer honestly, “How can I say that I am when I’m not sure if it’s even possible? Of course, I’d much rather have a silly, nonsensible Kakarot than a calculating, maniacal one, (I never thought I’d say that) but what if he’s doomed to be like this for the rest of his days? Not even the Dragon can directly kill someone…”
I wonder…
“Vegeta,” Piccolo says, breaking the silence and my thoughts, “What can we do for now to keep him… docile, as you first recommended?”
“Keep letting me work with him,” I answer solemnly.
“You’re enjoying this… maybe a little too much, and I must say I don’t have much confidence in your methods,” he says.
I smirk, but my eyes won’t meet his, and my own self-assurance is not as strong as I wanted to portray, still I reply, “Do you think I’m enjoying this more than Gohan enjoyed his moment? Or less?”
“Fuck you.”
“Hahahahaha! I needed a good laugh. Stay out of my business with Kakarot. I know you’re shocked to find that I’ve wanted him for so long, but honestly it isn’t all that strange, when you think about it. He’s… my blood… among other things.”
Piccolo did not hide how put off he was by me and he turned and began to leave, but he hesitated for a moment.
“Something you want to add, Namek?”
“Yeah,” he said, “I always knew you wanted him. I just never knew he wanted you. I can see why you would want this opportunity. I guess. Just… don’t let your lust fuck everything up. Kakarot saved this planet too many times for him to turn around and blow it up just because you two are somehow getting off on it. I don’t know what type of appetites you two may share now that you have more in common than ever before… but I always thought that you were on our side for good now, after all this time. Was that just to get him to notice you? Can I still trust you?”
I am stunned by his revelation, and I think to myself, ‘What could you do about it if I tell you not to trust me? I cannot even fully trust myself,” but I answer, “Yes, after all, you have to.”
“How comforting,” he sneers and takes off, back to the lookout.
I watch him leave, and when he is safely out of earshot I whisper, “So, Kakarot must never have really been interested in me in the first place. Not if everyone is so shocked by it. What would make him change his mind upon reawakening? Why is he so attached to me? Or is it nothing but a fleeting conquest. That must be it. He will tire of me. What then, if I can’t use myself to keep him preoccupied?”
Gohan will tell him more than he ought to, of that much I am sure. What does Kakarot want?
More importantly, he’s still interested in leaving. Would leaving be the best course of action?
I wonder how long it will be until he comes to me? I have no doubt that he’s not very happy with any of us right now, but there is more going on in his head than he’s led on about.
I can’t seem to get into his head.
What would I do, if it were me who woke up and didn’t know who I was?
(GP)
There is a power surging inside of me, and it wants out. Gohan and Vegeta both mentioned that we are fighters. Clearly that’s what I am. I feel it inside of me, with every fiber of my being.
Who could I challenge? I only want to test my strength, not necessarily hurt anybody, but Vegeta is wroth with me for some reason, and Gohan seems to think I wish him ill, he would not play along.
There are two others I could go to. Vegeta’s son, Trunks, he must have some strength in him, and the green man, Piccolo. Maybe I could find out more from them.
So many things still don’t make sense.
What do Vegeta and I do here? Are we simply content to live out our lives in boredom? Vegeta… he must have been excited to see me when I came to him, before all of this. What did I go to him for? He would not say. I will ask him again! Give him one last chance to be honest with me since it’s trust that he desires. I will know if he’s lying.
Should I go to him so soon, though? I’ll be making myself look like a fool if I do. Like some type of lost child. I do not need him to set things straight for me!
I could challenge him and put Gohan’s words to the test! But, perhaps he would not play along. He does not seem interested in fighting me.
So many options, but what is most important right now, I cannot decide.
‘Let me sense them all out…’ I think to myself.
Vegeta is alone, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, Piccolo is high above us all, but he is not completely alone, there are two other insignificant powers with him. Gohan has gone back to his house. Trunks is back at his home, as well, and though there are still many people at their house, he is alone for the moment.
Hmm…
It is getting late. I’ve been going over and over this matter in my mind for hours now. I should get some rest, and make my decision in the morning, when my mind and body is renewed. Until then, I will be keeping tabs on them all.
Especially on Gohan.
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