Dark Majik
Chapter 6
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Chapter Six ~*~
The room was filled with the sound of
people eating. Forks scraped noisily against plates and cups were banged down
on the table withhusihusiasm – occasionally coffee even sloshed out the side of
the mugs and a light brown coffee ring would be left around the offending mug.
The large wooden table they were seated around seemed to almost creak under the
huge amount of food that had been placed on top of it. There were plates of
bacons and eggs. Mountains of toast and fruit and a large assortment of jams
and spreads – as well as several jugs of steaming coffee and sweet fruit juice.
Yamaha and Vegeta were, as usual, eating
with gusto. What was surprising to Bulma was that Goku was matching them plate
for plate and showing no signs of lagging. His ebony dark eyes were focused on
Bulma most of the time, but they would occasionally slide across the table to
glance at Vegeta who appeared to be completely engrossed in his food.
Vegeta sneaked a glance across the table
at Goku and frowned as he tried to remember what his old enemies face had
looked like. It had been so many years since he had fought him…so many years
since he had seen him. Surely he wouldn’t be back? Vegeta looked back
down at his plate and shovelled bacon into his mouth as he thought.
I’m sure it’s him…it feels like it’s
him. And yet it doesn’t smell like him and it doesn’t look like him either.
Could he have taken a new form? Perhaps I’m remembering every wrong, after all
the last time I saw him was several thousand years ago in the Dark Age.
“You okay, Vegeta?” Bulma looked at him,
her tone concerned and her eyes worried. She daintily took a sip of fruit juice
and Vegeta smiled at her fondly.
“Yeah I’m fine. I’m just not feeling
that great. I must have indigestion.” Vegeta stood up amidst the chuckles of
his lame joke and ignored the concerned look that Yamcha was now fixing upon
him. He pushed his chair in and stretched - trying to sneak another glance at
Goku. “I might go and sit out side for a bit, you know get some fresh air.”
Vegeta heard the concern in his own voice and inwardly winced.
It wouldn’t do to alert him – if
indeed it was he.
“Well, if you need anything just call
me.” Bulma brushed some of her blue hair out of her eyes and smiled at him, her
tone warm as she added. “I hope you feel better.”
Poor kid.
and wondered why of all the women in all the countries of the world she had
been chosen to be the mother of the Anti Christ. She was so sweet and trusting,
it wasn’t her fault that she had been seduced to the dark side all those years
ago. Satan would, no doubt, take advantage of her and strip her of that beautiful
innocence which was so rare in women.
Vegeta slipped Goku one last searching
glance and turned to walk outside. He opened the door that led out to the
garden and let it close silently behind him. If that was Satan then Vegeta knew
he would have no choice but to kill him.
If only he could prove who he really
was…
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As soon as Goku had left the room, Goku
had nudged Bulma with his elbow and with a small jerk of his head he indicated
that he needed to talk to her alone. Bulma took both her plate and Goku’s
through to the kitchen and left them in the sink. Then she rejoined Goku who
has making polite conversation with Yamcha while he waited for her in the
breakfast room.
“Breakfast was great Marron, you’re
really turning into a great little cook!” Bulma said playfully as she ruffled
her friend’s blonde hair, knowing how she hated having it mussed up.
“That’s fie Bulma. I know how tired you
usually are after you have gentlemen callers.” Marron giggled, apparently
missing the annoyed look that graced Goku’s angular face momentarily.
Bulma took Goku’s muscled arm and led
him out of the breakfast room. The tension which was emanating from his body
was amazing – he was so tense Bulma was afraid he might snap like a rubber band
at any moment. Something was obviously troubling him and he was having a hard
time hiding the fact from her.
Bulma and Goku made their way back to
Bulma’s bedroom in a silence that was deafening. The only sound was the gentle
sound of their feet padding along the carpet. They reached Bulma’s white
bedroom door and Goku opened it and waved her in, his ebony eyes discreetly
avoiding her searching gaze. As soon as Goku was in the room and they were
safely locked in together Bulma whirled around and forced him to look at her.
“Okay Goku, explain something to me. Why
did you and Vegeta spend the whole meal glaring at each other? And why do you
two look so…similar?” Bulma looked away from his empty eyes and began to pace
the room, her voice harsh with unease. “Why?”
“Vegeta is…” Goku stopped and cleared
his throat as the ability to speak momentary slipped out of his reach and he
swallowed the lump of fear in his throat. “Vegeta is my brother.” He held up a
hand and forestalled Bulma from speaking. “Not a brother by blood, I meant that
he was once a fellow angel.” Goku walked over to Bulma’s bed and dropped down
onto it, his voice tired and empty sounding.
“Vegeta is an angel?” Bulma
scoffed. “I find that a little hard to believe!” She tossed her head and
rolled her blue eyes, her voice mocking as she spoke again. “He’s not exactly angelic
you know.”
“I know! Believe me I know. But
Vegeta isn’t your usual kind of Angel. He was the leader of God’s army against us
in the battle for Heaven, and when they won and I was sent to hell, Vegeta was
sent down to Earth to watch for me in case I ever escaped Hell and started to
work my own little brand of Dark Magic on the humans. We’ve met several
times since then, the last time we fought was dark in medieval times, Vegeta
managed to kill the body I was in.” Goku sounded embarrassed by this and he
cleared his throat noisily again. “Back then I wasn’t able to bring my own body
out of hell, I could only possess people and it made tracking you down
difficult.”
“Wow, that’s intense.” Bulma muttered
softly and sank down on the bed next to Goku in shock. She began to pick at her
pink bedspread and she cast him a sidelong glance. “Do you think Vegeta knows
who you are?” She placed a hand on Goku’s shoulder and a shiver of wanton awareness
coursed through her body as she remembered what his body had felt like against
hers.
Goku vented a rough laugh and Bulma
blushed as she realised he’d read her thoughts. “You’re distracting me from my
story you know.”
Bulma swallowed and tried to stop her
thoughts from running down that train of thought again. “Sorry.” She took her
hand off his shoulder and folded them in her lap. Goku looked at her with
amusement dancing in his eyes and returned to his story, avoiding her question
about wether or not Vegeta recognised him.
“Back in the day when Vegeta killed me
last, it was medieval times you were around too. I should explain that I’ve met
you in several past lives - you look the same each time too.” Goku murmured
wistfully and ran a hand through her blue hair. He shook his head suddenly and
continued speaking. “But to get back to the story, I had been courting you for
a long time when Vegeta finally showed up. At first he wasn’t totally
sure if I was the Devil but he knew that you were the one who was prophesised
to carry the Anti Christ and he decided that rather then kill a man who might
or might not be evil, he’d kill you. And so to saimseimself trouble of testing
me he ended your life - not voluntarily I don’t think, but because he had no
other way to lure me out or to test me for sure he was forced to kill you.”
Goku sighed and his eyes glazed over as he remembered those long ago times. “He
never forgave himself for that I don’t think. In the next life I found you in,
you had married Vegeta and he was spending her every waking minute protecting
you. I never bothered to go near you in that life. I waited for this one.”
“Vegeta was married to me in another
life?” Bulma whispered in disbelief, her face paling as though she was guilty.
“Yes. But he made you happy, so I didn’t
mind too m Alt Although I kept an eye on you both to make sure that he never
hurt you in any way – but he was good to you. It’s amazing what guilty men will
do.” Goku’s words had an ironic ring to them and Bulma’s mouth twisted wryly as
she nodded. Goku shrugged and finished his tale. “To cut the rest of the
story short, I went back to hell and managed to get enough power to transport
my own body here and I’ve been waiting around for you to be born ever since.”
“Wow.” Bulma breathed and shook her head
in disbelief, her mind a million miles away. “I always thought Vegeta was such
a nice guy…”
“Oh he is.” Goku interrupted with a
grin. “He’s a great guy if you can get around his temper. You know why he’s so
good with woman?” Bulma shook her head and Goku chuckled. “Its one of his
angelic powers - women are naturally attracted to angels...and devils.” Goku
leered playfully at her and Bulma gave a throaty laugh. He lent down and kissed
her, growling softly in the back of his throat as he gathered Bulma close to
him.
“Wait!” Bulma tore herself out of his
grasp and her blue eyes widened in curiosity. “You didn’t answer me before - do
you think he knows who you are?” Bulma’s voice was soft with concern and she
lent against Goku’s solid chest trustingly.
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“Great, his job is to kill me.” Bulma
muttered dryly and closed wary eyes. “So what are we going to do? I mean, in
case he finds out?”
“The only thing we can do.” Goku looked
down at Bulma’s trembling form and felt a protective rage at Vegeta swarm up at
forcing Bulma to once again leave her home. “We’re going to run.”
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Vegeta let out a tense breath as he
stared at the sky. He was sitting on one of the wooden deck chairs by the pool
and was gazing into the pool water as his thoughts chased each other in
circles.
He was sure that this spiky haired
stranger was Satan - and yet he didn’t act as Satan had in the past. Vegeta
shook his head and rubbed a hand across his eyes as he growled to himself.
He hoped that it wasn’t him; he didn’t want to fight with him all
over again or have to hurt Bulma…again.
Bulma. Vegeta smiled a faintly
bittersweet smile as he though about her. She was more beautiful each time he
saw her. It was hard not to romance her off her feet as he had done in the last
life. He could remember how sweet her lips were and how soft her skin was.
Vegeta closed his eyes and groaned in
annoyance as he remembered the lords warning to never get that close to
her in another life ever again. He opened his eyes once more as his thoughts
zeroed in on Goku.
Bulma seemed to like really him, in fact
in all the time he’d known her he’d never seen her so enthused with a man like
this before. Goku had to be the devil, it made sense – why else would
Bulma fall so quickly in love? So what if he couldn’t sense any demonic vibes?
That didn’t mean that Goku wasn’t a demon…he could be masking his power and all
it’s negative vibes somehow…
“Hi Vegeta.” Goku’s voice interrupted
his thoughts and Vegeta looked up to see the cause of his inner torment stroll
out of the house. Bulma was nowhere in sight and Vegeta felt his heartbeat
quicken as he realised this was the perfect time to slay Goku. “Enjoying the
sun huh?” Goku sounded playful and innocent, like a child.
“Yes.” Vegeta growled as he sat up and
frowned in confusion as Goku gave a really dumb looking grin which was one
hundred percent innocent looking.
“Yeah I love the sun too. I never used
to go out in the sun much, I used to love the great indoors.” Goku strolled
over and sat down, still grinning stupidly as though he knew some great joke
that only he was privy too. Had Bulma said something about him to this
guy? Was he mocking him behind that childish façade?
Vegeta frowned in anger and forced
himself not to demand and explanation for this man’s smile. “So you like Bulma
huh?” Vegeta blurted the question out of thin air and mentally slapped himself
as an awkward silence ensured.
“Yeah, she’s great.” Goku told him
stiltedly, blushing as though embarrassed to speak of such things. “She looked
so lonely at the club sitting all by herself…and several creepy guys were
eyeing her off.” Goku smiled again. “Some really creepy people.” Goku
whispered as looked into the pool water and smiled.
Vegeta gasped, as for a split second it
seemed as if Goku had no reflection in the water! But then he blinked and
Goku’s reflection smiled stupidly up at him. “So is Vegeta your full name?”
“Yes, my father never thought I would
need another name.” Vegeta’s tone betrayed none of his annoyance at Goku but he
frowned when Goku laughed. “What’s so funny?” He demanded.
“Oh nothing.” Goku shook his head in
what appeared to be genuine amusement. “I just though everyone on earth
had a full name.” Goku’s grinned maliciously to himself as Vegeta growled.
“Well what’s yours?” Vegeta demanded
rudely again, still frowned dangerously. Goku froze for a second and looked
slightly panicked at Vegeta’s frosty tone, then he seemed to relax and he
laughed.
“Goku Son. That’s my name.” He ran a
hand though his wild black spikes and met Vegeta’s gaze with a friendly and
vacant stare which he had seen earlier on the face of Bulma’s friend Marron.
“Son? That’s a weird name.” Vegeta tried
to relax and sound friendly but he couldn’t. There was something about Goku
that made him bristle and put him on edge, something almost unnatural.
“Yeah I know, my father never gave much
thought to naming me.” Goku sounded bitter and his face darkened. “I was never
his favourite child.” He laughed roughly and Vegeta heard pain in his voice.
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“You don’t get on with your father?” The
angel in Vegeta made him ask the question. The pain in Goku’s voice hadn
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momentary heart stopping. It had been a black hurt that he had never seen
before outside of Purgatory.
“My father used to act like he was God,
always ordering me around and telling me what to do.” Goku met his eyes and
Vegeta for the smallest of seconds Vegeta had the insane urge to offer his help
to this man. Then Goku’s looked away and looked back at the house. “You know I
think I’ve distracted you for long enough, I’d best get back to Bulma.”
Goku sounded oddly regretful as he spoke. He vaulted to his impressive height
and waved to Vegeta as he turned and sauntered back to the house.
Vegeta started to yell goodbye when he
noticed something about Goku that made his breath freeze in his throat. It
couldn’t be possible…it couldn’t be him! But there was the unmistakable proof
that Goku was he.
Goku had no shadow.
Vegeta watched him walk away and
struggled to fight off the tight feeling in his chest. He took a deep breath
and closed his eyes. He shouldn’t have been so surprised; he’d known all long
deep down and now he knew for sure that Goku was the Devil.
And that he had to be stopped at all
costs.
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