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6. (VP) Damned:
Kakarot never came to see me last night. I awoke early this morning to find that the world is still intact. Everything is in place and moving on as though nothing has happened. It is quiet, and I don’t like it. I must prepare.
What, exactly, am I to prepare for?
Should I even be on any quest to turn him back? Is it possible to turn him back at all?
That’s not the biggest issue. My fear is that if Kakarot discovers that I want him to change back into his former self, he will no longer have any favor for me. Worst of all, I’m not sure I truly want him to change back. I don’t see why he can’t…
‘Change and become more controlled like I did…?’
No, no; I don’t see why we can’t…
‘Make it work for ourselves away from here…?’
No! I don’t see how I can…
‘Make this better, without losing him…’
I must do something, regardless of my hesitation to make a final decision. Some plans must be put into place to cover all my bases, or at least to set up for more options.
“Bulma,” I whisper, coming up from behind her quietly. She’s always so focused while she is in her labs, she wouldn’t hear a parade outside.
She startles and turns to me, annoyed, “Vegeta! What the hell was that about yesterday? You never came home, either! Are you getting any closer to figuring this mess out? Goku, or Kakarot, really freaked everybody out!”
I stare at her for a long moment before answering, “I don’t know any more about his situation than I did the moment he awoke. From my understanding he may never change back into the man that you all knew and adored so much, or, perhaps, he will slowly begin to recall memories, and maybe, eventually, he will come to an understanding, but will he find contentedness in his past? Will he ever fit back in to the mold this planet made of him? I do not know.”
“Vegeta,” she sighs, but there is worry in her eyes I can’t help but detect as she asks, “You’re being very cryptic. What is it?”
“I wish to take a ship, if necessary, one good enough to take both of us off planet, with every provision, should it come to that, and I believe it will.”
“Why? He wouldn’t really want to leave. How is that going to solve anything, anyways?” She yawned, but there was certainty in her voice and she believed her logic to be flawless.
I bared my teeth and slowly leaned over her, placing my hand atop her papers of blueprints and research, and replied, “Let me know when you have put something together. I hope you have ships lying around that will be good enough.”
She can tell I mean business, I can see it in her dilated eyes, but she always lets her hot temper get the better of her and so she yells, “Good enough?! You’re damn right I do! But I’m not telling you anything until you tell me what’s going on?!”
I understand her brash reaction, but she does not understand her own danger. I smirk and say, “Kakarot is restless. Or do you not remember all the times I left on a whim? Let me deal with him, let me try and figure out what’s going on. You just sit here, look pretty, and do as I say, for the sake of the planet.” With that I pulled away, eyeing her, and began to leave.
She didn’t reply, she simply stared at me doe-eyed. Then she Hmph-ed! and turned back around to her work.
I wish I could say more, but the less she knows the better. Just before I was out the door she called to me and said, “It will take me a couple of days, but I’ll have your damn ship ready.”
“I know,” I answered and closed the door behind me.
Now to train. There is no use in wasting my time in maddening thoughts any more. He will come to me eventually, and when he does… well, I’ll just have to take it from there.
I step into the gravity machine and begin a routine. I am throwing punches and kicks more furious than I have in a long time. I must prepare for the ultimate battle. A battle which, unless I figure something else out, I know I will lose.
I am weary, though, and if I push myself too far and he catches me while I am exhausted, what then?
I do have other options, like raising the Dragon, but what could I wish for that would be enough to destroy him, if it comes to that?
‘Immortality…’
It’s been a long time since I’ve considered that option, and the more that I think about it, the more tempting it becomes.
I could fight him all day long, and eventually I would overcome him! I could overcome anyone!
Ahh, but I need to think this through. Should I attempt finding the dragon balls, while he is away and unsuspecting? Once he comes back to me, I may not get the chance again to be alone. He seemed rather bent on keeping me by his side. He seemed to enjoy gauging my reactions to his choices…
Should I even be leaving him alone right now? What type of mischief is he up to?
Damn it, why is this so confusing?!
I am sweating profusely, but my heart is not into my charades. My mind is everywhere at once and I can’t focus. I must stop training for now and get something to eat. After that, I must decide what to do soon.
This is not just a battle of strength, it is a battle of our minds, and I will not let that clown outwit me.
Perhaps… if I can keep him thinking that all I want is his attentions, then I can play out my hand without being discovered. Then, if it all works out, and he returns to himself, or returns my respect, then my ace in the hole won’t be necessary. However, if I am discovered, and unable to accomplish my goal, it will be the end of us all.
Should I play it safe? Or go for the gold? Or simply hope for the best?
If he does not revert to his former himself, what am I to do? It’s such a tantalizing thought, when considering both sides of the coin. He is now the Saiyan I was hoping to meet all those years ago when I first came to this planet. What’s to stop him from taking my place and terrorizing innocent peoples? If I become immortal, I can have it all! Kakarot by my side, unlimited power at my fingertips, and a never-ending lifetime full of thrills.
He must be thinking the same thing. He considers himself to be all-powerful, and, he is. I have an inkling he has something wicked conjured up to do in the meantime while he considers his options. I must be on the defensive. I will steal the dragonball radar. No one must know of my plan.
Kakarot is headed to Dende’s, perhaps I should go visit Gohan after I get something to eat and see what he has to say about his conversation with his father yesterday.
(GP)
My restlessness is unceasing. I tossed and turned all night last night from strange visions in my sleep, but my dreams escaped me as I woke.
I have decided that after I eat I will pay a little visit to Piccolo, and from there I will decide what to do. Vegeta must be unhappy with me. That is fine. He can wait, let his frustration build. He and I will have plenty of time to work out our stress later. I want to know what Piccolo is thinking. He is the only of all those weaklings that did not seem daunted by me. Maybe I can change that. I’ll strike fear is his eyes and see what he says in his panic.
He is not in the same spot he was yesterday when we went to see him. As I’m approaching his ki signature I notice that there is some type of home in the middle of the sky here. This tower is so strange. It stands on a pole that goes up and up and the air gets thinner and thinner as I rise. Who are his companions at the top of this platform? What is the purpose of this place? As much as I rack my brain to figure it all out, nothing is coming to mind. I will find out soon enough. He is waiting for me. Good.
“Kakarot,” Piccolo says, nodding at me as I land softly on the round, but square tiled arena. “You came to talk to me?”
I smirk at him, but my eyes are scanning everything around me and I’m not so quick to answer. There are several well-tended gardens up here, but I’m confused at how they are managed. There is also a vast building seated on the far end.
“I’m sure this has been an interesting couple of days for you. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. I am your friend, and I want to help you,” he assures me, presuming that is why I came here.
I nod in return and begin pacing the floor. “So, have I been here before?”
“Yes,” he answers, but he does not divulge any more information.
I ask, “And where are the others that are hiding from me?”
“Goku, Goku!” a young man calls as he comes running up to us. He is green of skin, like Piccolo, and I stare at him as he comes closer.
“Dende,” Piccolo speaks, and he seems annoyed by the younger man, “He has asked to be called ‘Kakarot’ from now on.”
The small Namekian slows down and turns to me, I can sense the trembling of his heart and it makes me smile. At least he can sense when he is in the presence of greatness.
“Kakarot?” he says, timidly, “How have you been?”
“I’m perfectly well,” I answer, but I find that he is too weak to be considered an adversary. I turn back to Piccolo and realize, once again, that no matter where I go or who I go to, all my questions seem unimportant, or too difficult to put into words, and I feel as though none of them can help me. I feel an emptiness and helplessness at the loss of knowing who I am.
What could they tell me that would cool and steady the rise and boiling of my blood?
Dende seems to be at a loss for words now, but Piccolo is watching me curiously and he asks, “Can I answer any questions for you?”
I cross my arms over my chest and say, “Unless you can prove to me what your words may try to convince me of, I haven’t found a question worth asking.”
“So,” he responds, “You’re trying to feel this all out? And find out where you fit in? Many people go their entire lives doing just that, and they never find the answer. Perhaps you don’t fit into this world and you are recognizing that for the first time, but you chose to stay here, out of your own free will.”
“Huh?” I wonder, and Vegeta’s heated speech from yesterday comes flooding back to my mind.
Piccolo explains, “You were sent here as a child. Vegeta came to find you, and he offered for you to leave with him, but you refused because you had already made this planet your home. Long story short, Vegeta decided to stay, too.”
Everything Vegeta’s told me has been… the truth. All the sudden I’m annoyed by the thought of him and I growl, “What is with all this talk about me and Vegeta? What does he have to do with my memories?”
Piccolo looks surprised by my question at first, but he answers quickly, “Did someone else mention this to you already? I wouldn’t be surprised. You and Vegeta, well, he is the last of your blood. You two are the only Saiyans left, and there is something to be considered in that. You were once rivals, but you’re more than that now, you’re sort of like misplaced companions. You are complete opposites, and yet, you complete one another.”
A light goes on in my head and I laugh, “Hahaha! So! He and I were once enemies?! That makes sense! Then why would he stay here?! Why would I let him!” I scratch the back of my head for a moment in thought before something else comes to mind and I wonder aloud, “We aren’t very close, then, are we? No, we are not! That is why he said that he was surprised to see me and that is why he wished to make the most of our time together! Sneaky bastard! He did this to me on purpose!”
“I can assure you that he didn’t,” Piccolo interrupted me.
I turn to him, smirking, and ask, “How can you be so confident of that? Why wouldn’t he wish to subdue me? He’s already shown me that he has quite an obsession for me!”
“You went to him, Kakarot,” Piccolo frowned, but his demeanor is calm and convincing as he adds, “If he wanted anything from you other than some type of relationship he would have already tried to harm you far worse than knocking you on the back of the head. I’ll admit I don’t know what he wants from you, but, believe it or not, if he wanted something from you with evil intention, he would have done whatever it took to make that happen a long time ago. Besides, his pride is too great, he wouldn’t try to trick you into anything. He’d much rather have your honesty than your morality.”
“Spare me,” I spat, rolling my eyes, “He is tormented, and yet you think that he is not capable of executing such an ugly purpose?”
Piccolo smirked and asked, “Wow, you really don’t remember anything, do you?”
It is my turn to frown and I turn to the green man fully and ask, “What are you talking about?”
He’s still smirking at me, and in his eyes I can sense that he’s feeling rather confident in himself. Finally, he says, “Vegeta is the Prince of all Saiyan’s, after all, as he has mentioned many times, and he lived on Planet Vegeta for a few years before it was destroyed. He understands his heritage far better than you. You are just now getting to know yourself for the first time. Or did you not know?”
I quirk an eyebrow inquisitively as I listen hard.
He says to me, “You’ve lost your memory once before. You fell into a ravine as a baby and hit your head, after that you changed. By the time that he found you, well, he hardly even considered you a Saiyan, but he thought of you as fascinating nonetheless. I seriously doubt that Vegeta intended to reverse that change. He found you obnoxious and annoying, even imbecilic, but he never thought about changing you, not in all these years. In fact, I don’t even think that he knows about you hitting your head as a child. When you came to see him, you must have said something to him that riled him up, you must have told him something he didn’t want to hear and that’s why he hit you, but he didn’t mean for this to happen.
“Still, even now after everything you’ve said and done in the past few days, I don’t think he has any intention of changing you back. To my knowledge it probably isn’t possible. He just wants you to trust him and try to get to know him again, and if I had to guess, it’s probably because he feels closer to you than ever before. You are more like him now than ever, but you’re still pushing him away. Vegeta’s pride is a powerful thing, and I believe he is annoyed by the fact that you are still denying him.”
This is too much information about something so petty! “Enough!” I cry, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I throw my hands up to my ears, plugging them from his confusing speech. “I’ve heard enough about Vegeta and his part to play in all of this!”
Piccolo crossed his arms over his chest but remained silent as he watched me internally argue with myself.
I take a few steps away from the two green-skinned men and turn to look out over the large air-borne platform, and to my surprise I can see the world clearly beneath me. I gasp and am taken aback, and my arms fall back to my sides. I growl and turn to the Namek, asking him, “You can see all of the Earth from up here! You have been keeping tabs on me?!”
“No,” Piccolo responded calmly, “I do not live here. I have not been here this whole time, and I was not up here when you went to Vegeta and had your little accident. Or do you not remember when Vegeta brought you to me shortly afterwards? I wish that I had seen what happened, but even if I had I would not have known what started it. Perhaps you should ask him what you said to make him so upset.”
I put my hands on him so fast that fear finally peaks through his eyes. My fists clench the collar of his cape and I pull him closer to me as I demand, “What has Vegeta told you of that incident?!”
He frowns, and despite his peril he is not so scared that he cannot answer me with an unagreeable tone as he says, “You think Vegeta told me the conversation the two of you shared? He has not told me anything. He is more stubborn than even you are. If you want to know more about it, go ask him.”
“Fine! You have no answers? Then what good are you to me?” I toss him away, but he resists my strength and does not go far. I then go back to the outer edge of the platform and quickly I look for Vegeta’s home. He’s not there, I notice, but Trunks and Bulma are. It is better that they are alone. Bulma is in her labs, and I have no desire to return to them. I think I will pay Trunks a little visit.
I turn to Piccolo and smirk. “Actually,” I chuckle, “This has been very helpful. Thank you.” Then I jump from the platform and make my way down to my new destination.
(VP)
“Videl?” I say, curious as to why Gohan did not answer his own door when he knows that it is me who is knocking, “Tell Gohan to get his ass out here. Use those words exactly.”
Videl looks at me cross before answering, “He told me to answer the door, Vegeta. He said he’ll have to get back to you later.”
“Did he?” I scoff, “Move aside, before I push you aside!” I command, and she does as she’s told just as I step inside their quaint, little home. “Gohan!” I yell. “Come here, now!”
“Vegeta, go away!” he yells from another room, far in the back of the house.
‘Did I just hear a distinct quivering in his voice?’
Within a flash I have found him, he is locked inside their bedroom. I break the lock on the door and enter, stomping my way up to him. I whisper harshly, not intending for Videl or Pan to hear our conversation, “What the hell is the matter with you?!”
“Vegeta please, listen!” Gohan answers in a hurried but quiet voice, “He-he said that I’m not… I can’t see you! You must go before he senses you here! Please! Just go!”
My eyes widen at his confession and I stare at him for a long while, assessing the fear in his eyes, and the trembling of his hands. I answer, “Don’t tell me you let him threaten you with me? What did he say?! Tell me?! NOW!!”
Gohan’s voice came out in a soft whisper, as he confessed, “He… He’s out of control, Vegeta! He told me that I’m not allowed to see you or talk to you ever again!”
“And why not!?!” I demanded, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him to face me directly so that I can get his answer as quick as possible.
“He’s jealous! He’s insane! I don’t know!”
“Bullshit you don’t know?!” I released him. He stared at the ground as I asked, “What the fuck did you say to him?!”
Gohan shivered for a moment before looking up at me and confessing, “He said that you are his and that he doesn’t wish to share you! I told him that… that you want his trust!”
“Damn it, Gohan! You are lying to me! Or, at the very least you haven’t told me the full truth!” I cry aloud, then I recompose myself. This is not the time or place to be having this conversation, but I must consider where Kakarot could have been coming from in threatening him like that.
Kakarot’s behavior is oddly… controlling. For him to command another that they can’t even speak to me is very… obsessive.
He meant what he told his son, and he will no doubt hold Gohan to his word, but he did not share this piece of information directly with me. This is a test. He is testing both Gohan and myself, isn’t he? And he will punish Gohan, even if I am the one who goes to him, won’t he?
I should go, shouldn’t I? Damn it, I have to go before he senses me here and I get us both in serious trouble!
I come out of my thoughts and glare at Gohan. “Damn it, boy, this will not be the last time we speak. Don’t let your father get into your head, but do not seek me out. I will contact you.”
With that I leave, jumping through a window and taking off without using very much of my energy. I don’t want to be sensed anywhere near the Son’s homes, but I also don’t want to be thought of as fleeing if he senses me sometime after leaving.
Come to think of it… Where is Kakarot, now? Last time I checked he was heading towards Dende’s Lookout, but that was some time ago.
Now he’s… at Bulma’s, with Trunks?!
Fury takes over me and I fly heatedly back towards my home, but no thought crosses my mind coherently. I fear for Kakarot’s intentions with my son…

I arrive as quickly as I can without bringing any extra attention to myself, but I can’t help my tremor of fear for Trunks which brings me ever swiftly. Besides, if I am correct in my assumption, Kakarot is aware of me by now, and I serve a purpose to him in this.
I know I’m walking into a trap, but I fly through the house and come to my son’s room, without hesitance. Kakarot has been here for some time, I can smell it… and I can hear my son… moaning?
I bust through the door to find them.
“Vegetaah! How nice of you to join us,” Kakarot says, holding onto my son from behind. They are sitting on the bed, Trunks on top of Kakarot, naked and facing forward, with Kakarot’s cock all the way up his ass, and his underwear barely pulled down.
‘Son of a fucking bitch!’
He has ki-cuffed him and gagged him, with his hands tied up behind his back, and Trunks’ moans are a betrayal of his true feelings. There are tears running down his face, in spite of his erection.
My rage is ever-growing at the scene.
Trunks’ eyes are wide and terrified and confused, but still he’s turned on, still he’s wanting this. Whatever words Kakarot spoke to him before I arrived have gotten him to play along, or else it was a mixture of forcefulness and coercion, and I can tell that my son is dumbfounded by himself.
“So,” I say calmly, “You decided not to seek me out, but to go after my son? He’s too young for this, Kakarot. Is there some reason you’re intent on involving him?”
Kakarot laughs low notes at me and says, “Well, yeah. I mean, he smells so much like you, and you told me that you wanted a break, so I figured I would get the next best thing. Besides, he’s sixteen, and he wants this more than he’d admit.” He says to Trunks, “Don’t stop what you were doing.”
“Why settle, when you know very well you can have me?” I say as my heart is thudding, taking a few steps closer to this madman. “Let him go.”
“No,” he replies, “I don’t think I will, this feels too good.” Kakarot grabs Trunks by his lithe waist and moves his body upwards. Trunks moans and clenches his eyes shut as he is forced to lift himself up and fall back down onto Kakarot’s cock. He won’t look at me, but his face is flushed with embarrassment and confused adolescent excitement.
I growl at Kakarot, but I don’t know what to do without starting a true, physical fight!
“Oh, Vegeta,” Kakarot moans, “We had fun yesterday, I thought we could do something similar. What do you say?”
I frown but I approach them both, stilling my thoughts and fears long enough to play into his game just a little bit. I lean over Trunks from the side of the bed and grab Kakarot’s head in my hands, kissing him roughly. He bucks into Trunks as I do so, smirking into our kiss.
Anger ignites in me and I pull away, and smack the hell out of him, forcing Trunks off him and onto the edge of the bed.
Kakarot looks stunned for a moment, but it isn’t long before his gaze turns up to me and he laughs.
I crawl on top of him and whisper, “If you wanted me, you should have come to me and said so. Now it’s my turn.”
I turn to my stunned son and cry, “Get the fuck out of here!”
“No, stay!” Kakarot growls.
Then I do something brash, I ki cuff him around his neck, and then around his wrists, so that he is essentially tied to the headboards of the bed. I begin taking off my clothes quickly.
Trunks is frozen stiff, and he simply stands up and retreats, pressing his back against the far wall, still ki-cuffed, still gagged. He couldn’t go anywhere if he wanted to, not like that.
“Vegeta!” Kakarot cries and he glares at me, but there is still a faint smirk on his face. “You really want me that badly? You’re not even going to prepare me, huh?”
“I’m going to return the favor from yesterday,” I saunter. ‘What’s wrong with me?’ “Trunks, since he’s already gotten you so involved, you’re going to prepare him for me.”
My son’s eyes went wide, but he did not dare pretend to not know what I meant, even though he hesitated to come forward. Still, with a glare, he did as he was told and crawled back on the bed.
“Release your hold on him,” I demand of Kakarot, and he does with a smirk in his eyes. I take the gag out of Trunks’ mouth and he panted and began to whimper, tears flooding his eyes once again, but he refused to let them fall.
I held onto his gaze gently for a moment in apology, but he seemed to understand that something was in the works here that I could not change or undo, and I needed to play my part, and I needed him to play his.
He said nothing as he bent forward, I spread Kakarot’s legs apart for him, as he used his tongue to gently begin playing and pressing into Kakarot’s entrance.
Kakarot’s breath began to rise, and I stared into his eyes unceasingly. The emotions that he held there were too many for me to decipher at this moment, and I couldn’t have focused enough to do so if I tried.
Trunks began to use his fingers along with his tongue, pressing them into Kakarot’s incredibly tight heat and moving them in and out and far as they would go. Kakarot’s breath hitched and then released, but he bit back his moans to the best of his abilities.
I watched the two of them for some time, before deciding that Trunks has done a good enough job and calling for him to stop.
“Now, Trunks, go and sit beside Kakarot. I want you to jack off onto him while I fuck him. Cum wherever you want.”
Kakarot growled at me, but I was already placed at his entrance and pushing myself inside and the growl turned into the most beautiful cry I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck! Vegeta!” Kakarot moaned, “You were right! You were right! I’ve never done this before! Stop!”
“Did you stop when my son was crying out like that?” I moaned and leaned forward, but I did ease up.
“I didn’t hurt him! I didn’t! He liked it!”
Trunks blushed but didn’t say anything, too busy trying to grasp everything that has happened and everything that’s going on still.
“You ready, now?” I ask, but I don’t wait for a response, I just press in again, sheathing even more of myself this time, relishing in every moment.
Kakarot gasps for air, and so I release the ki-ring around his neck and his moans don’t stop from there. “You were telling the truth…” he sighs as I pull back again.
I can’t help but lean forward to lock lips with him all over again and I press inside, enjoying the thrumming of his body clenching over my hard cock. He returns my kiss, and so I undo the ki cuffs on his wrists and allow him to hold onto me as I begin an amazing pace.
I whisper coarsely, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“Vegeta, yes, you feel fucking incredible,” he pants, “I’ve never felt like this! Yesss! Oh, it’s too much!”
I kiss his chest before pulling back to sit up, and it was just in time. Trunks came hard all over Kakarot’s chest and neck, crying out as his body locks up.
Kakarot looks over at him, still moaning, and there is surprise on his face that almost makes him look like himself.
I command, “Clean him off and get the fuck out of here!”
Trunks’ hands tremble as he does as he’s told, and he’s gone before Kakarot or I even notice a difference.
I’m pounding into Kakarot with full, long strokes and he’s staring into my eyes without ceasing.
This feels much more like passionate love-making than casual sex. Soon we are lost in one another. As I move in and out of him, he bares more and more of himself, and so do I.
“Don’t stop fucking me, Vegeta,” he cries.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I groan.
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