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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 6

            Vegeta growled trying to shrug off the arms holding him. “None of your business!”

            “Really?” Piccolo shoved Vegeta forward making him bend over on the display case, and moved away with lightening speed taking a hold of the ring laying on the floor. “It’s funny you know, I asked for Goku’s presence but no one could get a hold of him. I didn’t think much of this, figured he probably found some bitch to fuck. Then you are nowhere in sight. Again I didn’t think much of this since you go and come as you please, knowing in the end of the day you return here. But here I find you, obviously in distress, holding on to this damned object.” Piccolo put pressure on the ring, smirking as the panic rose in Vegeta. “Why are you feeling panic Vegeta? Surly after all these years you don’t feel connected to this thing.”

            “Piccolo.” Vegeta whispered unsure if he should move forward to get the ring back.

            Piccolo smirked. “So you were out with him weren’t you? It’s written all over your face Vegeta. You haven’t showed any other emotion other than anger, irritation, and lust to me; now here you are timid, unsure, and questioning. You haven’t looked like that since the beginning.” Piccolo lowered his eyes, to near slits. “Did you let him fuck you?”

            “No!” Vegeta shouted nearly baring his teeth to the demon.

            Piccolo moved forward pushing Vegeta to bend back down on the display case ripping off his pants, growling in Vegeta’s ear to stop his struggles and silent his protesting. He quickly pushed a thick digit in the dry resisting entrance, pleased by the painful groan from Vegeta and the fact that the entrance was in-fact dry and tight, no signs of any past use. He removed the finger and pulled his weight from the smaller form and lightly padded the curve of his bottom in a silent apology.

            Vegeta grunted and growled. “I told you I fucking didn’t.”

            Piccolo moved away never taking his eyes from the lord. “So you aren’t denying seeing him then are you?” Piccolo crossed his arms and sneered.

            Vegeta tried to salvage his pants, not very pleased to see that it was ruined. “Yeah I saw the buffoon, by mere accident. He saw me leaving a theater and he came up to talk to me. That’s all.”

            Piccolo grunted while raising a brow. “Oh and what was it you two discussed?”

            Vegeta snapped. “Something idiotic, something about a Lord shouldn’t be left alone, bad people might take advantage and all that nonsense.”

            “Really?” Piccolo questioned. “So if I had to go hunt down Goku now he would say the same?”

            Vegeta cursed himself over and over; he didn’t plan something like this to occur. He clicked his teeth. “Really Piccolo, when did you become so paranoid?”

            “The day he walked back into my world.” Piccolo grumbled mostly to himself.

            Vegeta smirked, moving closer to Piccolo and laid a hand gently on his shoulder. “Come now Piccolo, this is unbecoming for the all mighty master of the world, is it not? Why would you worry yourself over a mere mortal with no power what so ever?”

            “I am not worried Vegeta. I afraid you will forget your place here, and I would have to extend my hand once again.” Piccolo glared. “You are mine, do you understand that? Whatever notions you have concerning Goku forget now.” Piccolo grabbed Vegeta’s chin in a tight hold. “Because you are owned by me. You’re body is only for me to enjoy. You are not to speak to Goku ever again and if I have to bar you into you’re room with security to ensure it I will.”

            Vegeta gave Piccolo a wicked smile. “And dear master what would be my punishment if I do not inhere to the warnings?”

            Piccolo growled. “You will not like what I’ll do to you, even immortals can feel pain Vegeta.”

            Vegeta frowned in confusion. “We cannot be harmed.”

            Piccolo tossed his head back and gave a bark of laughter. “Oh so naïve little one, so naïve. You seem to forget who and what I am. I can do whatever I please to do, especially to you. I can make you feel more pain then anything Frezia dealt you, I can utterly destroy you.” Piccolo leaned forward whispering in Vegeta’s ear with deadly malice. “Remember Raditz? Remember what I made him to be? How would you feel if I made Goku this? Make him immortal like us, only to be a shell to be beaten and used?” Piccolo pulled away smirking at Vegeta’s paled face. “Would you like that?”

            Vegeta shook his head and the faintest whisper. No. Barely any sound came out; it was more of a lipped word. He felt sick.

            Goku tossed and turned in his bed, kicking away sheets, moving his head from the damped pillows. If any spectator watched his sleep from the beginning they wouldn’t know what to think of the slumbering man, he jerked, laughed, cried, spoke in tongues, cried out in passion, and moved like a worm in the sun.

            Goku came out of his sleep with a gasp, sitting up on the bed; he palmed his face and sobbed. When he left that darken alleyway he didn’t know if he could fully believe the words of the lord. But now there was no doubt in mind; through his dream he lived a life, a life that once was his. He dreamt of the jungles, dreamt of a woman named Kala, a man named Nappa; they were his parents. He dreamt of friends and named them all, went through the trials of his past how he became their leader, the meeting of the dark prince, sharing his hut with him. He re-lived all their moments from the night of the big storm when he learned of the Prince’s origins and hardships, them getting together, their bonding ceremony… how they made love. Then their son, his blood child, Gogeta. Goku weep thinking of all the things he had, growing old knowing something important was taken away, and the meeting of that important man in the forest before he passed on never knowing that it was.

            Then there was that power Vegeta spoke of, he didn’t think much of it until now. Now he seen first hand what Vegeta meant, Goku looked down to his hands wondering if he still had it. But that monster, that… god was immensely powerful, he didn’t have a chance. He looked over to his dresser seeing the three credit cards Vegeta had given him, pleading him to take them, use them and run. Vegeta was once again trying to save him. Goku picked them up flipping them over, contemplating.



         Vegeta walked around the building making his way to the dining hall for the nightly dinner, he hadn’t seen one piece of hair of Goku anywhere around for a week. He hadn’t heard anything about him either. He walked past the guards taking his seat at the table groaning when he saw Ivan sitting across of him with a smug grin on his face; no doubt still fantasizing about his performance at the club months ago. He dulled out the chatter of the room, the usual talk of ‘business’ all over again. He felt like banging his head against the table and scream just to have a change of pace, but fortunately he was saved from the mundane boredom.

            “Master we searched the whole city high and low and we cannot find anything to do with Goku. I believe Sneakers was right when he said he deserted.”

            Vegeta perked when he heard the name, a part of him pleased that Goku finally listen to his warnings, and yet deep inside he felt hurt, betrayed, and abandoned. He knew he shouldn’t and he did his best not to show any emotion.

            Piccolo trained his eyes to Vegeta with a questioning look. “Do you know anything about this Lord?”

            Vegeta looked over and gave a small shrug training his face to remain indifferent. “Why would I know anything about your men Master?” Vegeta sighed. “I’m only here to look pretty aren’t I?” Vegeta gave a toothy mocking smile.

            “And you do look pretty Lord, very Pretty.” Ivan chimed in giving Vegeta a smile and wink.

            Piccolo growled. “Ivan! The next time you speak to my Lord, I’ll cut you’re tongue out and make you eat it.”

            The men leaned back with shock, never had they heard their boss speak like that, never seen him defensive. Zu laid a hand down looking at the boss and spoke. “Master, is everything fine with you?”

            Piccolo snapped his eyes on the man in charge of the crime in Japan. “I am fine.” He growled. He stood from his seat, the others jumping to their feet with him, all except Vegeta who remain sitting, pushing some meat around with a fork. “Find Goku, and bring him before me! If he resist then kill him on the spot.”

            Vegeta snapped his head up and snarled. “Really, you are placing too much effort on a grunt?”

            Piccolo looked down at Vegeta anger flashing in the depths of his eyes. “You, to you’re room, looking at you right now is only pissing me off more. Now go bitch, learn you’re place.”

            Vegeta leapt to his feet with a thunderous shout. “Go fuck yourself!” He glared hard at Piccolo. “You’re a coward! Terrified of a simple little man!”

            Piccolo shook with barley contained rage. With bared clenched teeth he looked to his men and growled. “You heard what I said now leave, Find me Goku! Now leave!” He whipped his head to Vegeta his eyes blazing, biting out his words. “You. Stay.”

            Ivan never seen his boss so infuriated, scared more for the Lord them himself, he built up some courage and spoke. “Ma…Master, please calm yourself. I am sure the Lord didn’t mean what he…ack”

            Piccolo snapped his hand forward no one was able to see it. He lifted the man up by his throat cutting off all air. He growled fangs begun to show. “Did I say you could speak?”

            Vegeta moved forward shouting out. “Leave the bastard be!” It was too late to bargain for the man’s life. The sickening sound of bones crunching filled the room. Piccolo chuckled feeling quite satisfied. He turned his head to the men who watched on in horror and flashed a sneer; he laughed once again as they scurried off like rats.

            Piccolo dropped the lifeless body to the floor, he moved forward to Vegeta grabbing him by the neck and slamming him to the ground. “You are coming with me! It is time to teach you, you little shit!”

            Vegeta stared up into the violet eyes watching them turn to black, fangs were bared, and he watched with fear as those eyes become full of madness. He didn’t allow that quiver to rack his body, instead he pushed forward, eyes lock in defiance; he could take what ever the demon had in store.

Uh-Oh what’s going to happen next…? Muahahhaha! Thank you all for the reviews and ratings.

Zofo/Animeslave- The ending Muahahah! As of now only two people know the ending, me and my kitty cat, but throughout ‘life is ironic’ I was practicing foreshadowing. Giving clues on how this would end. Oh and Animeslave, Piccolo couldn’t keep the power, I mentioned it in the first chapter in Vegeta’s POV. Piccolo could keep Kakarot’s power, it was absorbed yes, but once he used it, it was gone. A one shot deal.



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