Beautiful Stalker

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Beautiful Stalker

Chapter 6 – Freeing the Prince by Drangonheart287

A heavy silence hung in the air as Trunks escorted his mother back to Capsule Corp. after taking care of business at the Son house. Bra had taken Goten home and they had left Bulma’s robots behind to finish the job of cleaning up after the massacre that they had found.

The capsule containing Chichi’s body was clutched tightly in Bulma’s hand as she didn’t trust it in her pocket in case it fell out, whether it was secured or not. Right now the minds of both mother and son were blank, not knowing what to think. Inside they both prayed that there was a chance that Chichi would pull through, but, deep inside, they knew that their hopes would most likely come to nothing.

One of the few thoughts that occasionally crossed the troubled minds was trying to figure out who could have possibly done this. What they had found couldn’t have been the work of former enemies, if it had been, they would have most likely sensed unfriendly life energy in time.

As far as both knew, Chichi had no enemies that would wish this upon her; so who could have done this to her? Who could have performed such a cruel and inhuman act?

Sure, she was a loud-mouthed annoying bitch sometimes, and many congratulated Goku for being able to put up with her, although not through actual words. The group of friends had all grown very close after everything that had happened to them in the past. Through everything they had always stuck together and covered anyone who fell. At the end of the day, they all looked out for each other.

“Here we are,” Bulma only just heard her son’s mumbled words as he gently landed on the lawn outside the front door. Normally, Bulma would give her son a short lecture about mumbling his words, but not today. Now was really not the time.

“Oh, hi there Trunks, I haven’t seen you today,” Bunny said as she popped her head around the corner from where she had just started to water the back garden, “What have you been up to?”

“Hey Grandma,” Trunks forced a smile, “Sorry, but I’ll have to catch up with you later. Me and Mum have something we need to do.”

“That’s okay, I understand,” the happy woman beamed. “Well, have fun now.”

As she disappeared around the back again, Trunks hastily bushed his mother inside before she released any of the anger that was already showing in her facial features.

Together they ran down the hallways, turning this way and that, until they reached a basement room at the back of the building that held the regeneration tank Bulma and her father had been able to build a few years back.

“Hey dad,” Bulma cried as she burst into the room, her chest heaving from the short run, “Is it ready yet?”

“Sorry honey, not yet,” Dr. Briefs didn’t look up from his hard work as he spoke. “Ten more minutes max, I promise.”

“Fine,” Bulma murmured after a pause, trying to calm herself down. Stress wouldn’t help Chichi one little bit. ‘I hope he hurries,’ was the thought that crossed her mind as she unclenched her fist and stared down at the capsule that sat in her palm.

“Mum,” Trunks tapping her shoulder lightly caught her attention, “If it’s okay, I’m going to go take a shower. I really want to see how Goten is, and I don’t think that he’d be too happy if I smelt like – you know.”

“Sure, that’s fine,” she nodded. “Go shower then go and see to Goten, I’ll be fine. Thank you for all your help.”

“No prob,” Trunks turned and started heading towards the stairs that would take him upstairs. When he was halfway up, he stopped and turned, “Oh mum. I love you.”

Bulma smiled as she bit back her tears, “I love you too son.”

Trunks smiled back before he disappeared upstairs.

*****

There was a sudden movement as Goku’s form appeared in Vegeta’s room as he used his Instant Transmission technique to gain unknown access into the Capsule Corp. building.

A growl rumbled from deep within his throat as he quickly searched the building for Vegeta’s life source, but found nothing. Gohan had suddenly left with Vegeta, saying that he had changed his mind and would take the wounded prince to be healed by Denede. It was a much faster solution, plus Goku suspected that his son would seek some comfort from Piccolo seeing as he had been close to the Namek ever since he had been a young boy.

It was, perhaps, the best solution for Vegeta too. Being healed by Dende meant that his recovery would be much quicker plus it probably wouldn’t be best to leave him in Bulma’s care seeing as most people knew the two hadn’t been getting on well recently. That and Goku shuddered to think of his prince being left in her care.

He hadn’t gone with Gohan to see Dende. Firstly because he could feel that his son was feeling a little unsure around him and secondly because he didn’t trust himself if Gohan started to talk about his mother’s death. The others mustn’t know yet, they mustn’t know that it had been Goku who had taken her life.

Thinking about it, Goku wasn’t sure if he was Goku anymore. He felt different somehow, almost as if a new personality that had been lying dormant within him had awoken. He felt more bloodthirsty, more ruthless, more uncaring for those around him. More Saiyan.

And he liked it. And so, he hoped, would Vegeta.

Guessing that Vegeta wasn’t around, Goku, or perhaps he should call himself Kakarott now as Vegeta would want, was about to leave, but he found himself unable to for the moment. This was his room, where he would sleep at night. Where he hoped that he would sleep with him soon. Where he hoped to hold him until the sun came up the next morning.

Dropping his hand to his side, the Saiyan crossed the room until he stood at the head of the bed, where Vegeta would lay his head each night as he slept. Goku had watched him sleep one or two times in the past and smiled as he remembered how peaceful and how beautiful his prince had looked. The very thought if it made him long for him.

Bending down to his knees, Goku pressed his nose against the pillow and sniffed, the musty scent of Vegeta flaring up his nostrils to make his senses go wild. He smelt it again, breathing in deeper this time, and then again with each turn taking in more and more of the smell.

Without realizing, he moaned out softly as he visualized Vegeta’s scent and how powerful it would be when he had him and made love to him. How his touch would feel as the smaller Saiyan’s hands ran over his body. How the prince would taste as he ran his tongue down his neck and chest.

Caught up in his pleasured thoughts, Goku hardly heard the footsteps that went past the ajar door or the, “What the?” that followed.

“Goku?” his Earthling name sounding in his ear did, however, catch his attention and Goku looked up to Bulma standing just inside the doorway with a puzzled look on her face, “Goku, what are you doing here?”

As he stood up, still staring at her, he suddenly felt anger build up inside him. Anger towards the fact she had been able to have Vegeta. Twice at least! And bear his children, forcing him to stay. Why, she had practically kept Vegeta a prisoner here through this.

“Where is he?” his voice was low and sounded almost eerie. He smirked; the best way to stop Bulma from asking questions was to bombard her with his own.

“What?” Bulma raised an eyebrow, a little taken aback by the sudden question, “Where’s who?”

“You know who I mean,” he quickly advanced on her so that he towered over the Earth woman. “Where is Vegeta? Where is he?”

“Would you calm down. What’s your problem?” Bulma frowned. “I haven’t seen that arrogant pig for a while. Why would I care anyway?”

“How dare you!” Goku said in anger as he kicked the door shut and grabbed Bulma by the throat. “You’ll regret that! I promise you.”

“G-Goku?” Bulma choked the words out, “What – what –“

“What am I doing?” the angry Saiyan finished, “What does it look like? I’m going to free Vegeta from you. Gods, I don’t know how he put up with you all these years.”

“You – you can’t!” Bulma’s mind started racing as she desperately tried to think of a way out, “The others will know. They’ll – they’ll feel your energy.”

“I managed to get rid of Chichi without anyone noticing, didn’t I?”

Bulma’s eyes widened at this last statement as her breath caught in her throat and her heart skipped a beat. Goku had done that? But how? Why? Was he possessed or something?

She quickly decided that those questions could be answered later as she opened her mouth and tried to scream for her son, “Tru –“

But she never finished as the large Saiyan clamped a hand over her mouth and then brought his knee up into her gut. As he released her mouth he elbowed her in the back, throwing her to the floor. He smiled as he inspected his palm and noticed that most of what had been coughed up onto it was blood.

Breathing fast from fear, pain and panic, Bulma dug her nails into the carpet as she desperately tried to crawl out of the room but was stopped when she was kicked onto her back and a foot pressed onto her stomach to hold her in place.

“G-Goku, please stop!” she pleaded with him, “This isn’t you. You – you can fight this.”

“No, Goku wasn’t me,” the Saiyan kneeled down beside her, “This is.”

The tears that were welling in her eyes were suddenly unleashed as she felt him reach up her skirt and pull her underwear off, “NO! No, you can’t! Please Goku, don’t do this.”

“You what? You’d think that I would rape you?” Goku looked down in disgust at the distressed, sobbing woman, “How dare you! You fucking slut! I wouldn’t even consider touching you!”

Balling the underwear up in his fist, Goku shoved it into her giving mouth and forced it as far as he could down her throat to block any air passage. As her arms flew up to try and stop him, the Saiyan grabbed them at the wrists and gave each one a quick tiwst, satisfied at the wet snap as the bones inside the arms snapped in two. Glancing down, he smirked at the pale white bone that had punctured the surface of the left arm and sat there like the tip of an iceberg poking out of bloodied flesh.

Leaving her for a moment as she tried to dislodge the clothing from deep within her throat without success, he crossed the room to open the wardrobe where Vegeta’s spandex suits hung. Fishing around, he found an empty coat hanger near the back, and taking it out, quickly hooked it through the back of Bulma’s shirt before effortlessly lifting her and hanging her back up at the back of the wardrobe.

Then he closed the door to leave her alone to die, hopefully through suffocation, her arms broken so that she couldn’t free herself.

“Now my prince, you’re mine.”


TBC