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Monster 2: Resurrection	By : Camaro Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3779 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bulma had been fucking hysterical, leaving the house, coming back to the house, leaving once again and returning only when the corpse had been cremated and every item of hers had been removed from the bedroom. The luxury of being filthy rich afforded her utmost discretion and quick accommodations to another corridor of Capsule Corp; blissfully even further from mine.

She questioned every maid in the house, firing a few that no doubt couldn't speak her language well enough to refute any accusations. Her eyes had even darted suspiciously towards me, cold blue seeming to absorb every centimeter of my skin while she asked me questions she knew well enough would be answered predictably.

'No I didn't put the corpse of your dead father there Bulma.'

'No I do not enjoy waking up next to the corpse of your dead father Bulma.'

'No, as fun as it is to be crawling with maggots, I did not enjoy the company of your dead father's corpse Bulma.'

The next few days were spent in absolute solitude, Bulma sulking in the privacy of her own rooms, me forever the ghost, haunting the shadows of the compound while the rest of the world slept. Still my curiosity lingered like a bad case of VD, finally ending with me outside Trunks' bedroom, eavesdropping as Bulma told him a story.

"Mom," He had cut in, the coldness gone from his eyes, a mercy reserved only for Bulma it seemed. He lay in her arms, probably too big for being held, little digits wrapped around her necklace that twinkled in the gold lighting of the murky, gray room. "Why have you looked so sad lately?"

She'd glanced down at the simple question, eyebrows furrowed as if he'd just asked the most trying question of the universe.

"Um..." She'd stumbled. Sighing, she sat him down on the floor, removing the uncomfortable chair to sit beside him. "Trunks, do you remember your Grandfather at all?"

The bright blue eyes stared up at her, head shaking.

"Yeah," she nodded. "You were really young, I know. And I know I haven't told you much about him at all. I guess I want to keep it from you, stupid as that is. I can't hide you from the world forever, can I? But I guess I want to. At least in this."

Trunks had glanced up at her words, blinking in confusion.

"Grandpa was a bad man?"

A glint came into Bulma's eyes, maybe something only I would ever have been able to catch, the deep blue suddenly deepening even more, suddenly becoming harsher, yet softer at the same time. I moved closer on my perch, longing to hold her suddenly, to understand why despite our moments, our lives together, she could never love me.

"Grandpa was a bad man." She nodded.

I felt my heart palpitate, pained as I heard her over again in my mind, the first night we'd ever made love; if indeed, you could call it that. I remembered her tears, like I'd remembered every one since, falling like diamonds over her cheeks; remembered the muffled sobs from behind her fingertips when she'd told me all that bastard had done to her. She'd told me so much yet so much, I knew I'd never know. Cold blue eyes had said their goodbyes years ago when they'd looked into the face of a monster and put it to sleep.

"He hurt you." Trunks stated, watching his mother's eyes close.

"He wasn't very good to mommy, no." She agreed. "He hurt me a lot Trunks. Inside and out."

"It hurts more in here, doesn't it mommy?" He spoke to her, patting his tiny hand over his heart. "Inside."

"Yeah," Bulma bit back her tears, swallowing hard. "You can fix hurts on the outside baby. But hearts..... hearts don't heal with bandaids."

Trunks seemed to consider this, slowly crawling to Bulma's side and wrapping small arms around her waist. She sighed sorrowfully, pulling him tightly into her lap, crying softly into his lavender hair. She let her fingers glide through the delicate strands, crying like for all the world, she just couldn't stop.

"I will never hurt you like that baby," she sobbed into his forehead, kissing it in between words. "I will never make you feel like that. I will never let you cry like that."

"I know mom, I know."

"I love you more than all the world," she pulled away from him, soothing back his bangs. "Someone could sell me the stars and I'd love you even more. You are NEVER alone Trunks. You are NEVER alone."

She sighed, staring off into the distance as she just rocked him back and forth, eyes watery yet numb looking as she stared.

"When I said goodbye to him," she whispered. "I told him it'd never be in vain. That his sacrifice would only serve to remind me every day.... that I'd beaten him. That'd I'd never be like him. I promise myself every morning that I'm going to give you the best day you've ever had. But it seems, sometimes, evil, real evil, doesn't go away, no matter how much you beat it."

I gulped down the irony of those words, listening only a bit longer as Bulma looked around, asking Trunks where Ezabelle the nanny was. Seeing a shrug, she'd wished him goodnight only absentmindedly, soon storming towards the kitchen. I flew low to find her, catching her beneath fluorescent lights, eyes enraged.

"Now you listen here.. we can't find her for days and I COME HOME to see my DEAD FATHER in my BED?! No I will NOT hold-- Why! Son of a bitch.... yes, I'm still here. That's right. A tiny disagreement in my son's eating schedule and she's no where to be found. Why am I repeating this? LIKE I SAID, SHE. PUT. A. CORPSE. IN. MY-..... No I DO NOT have any proof. Who the hell else would it be?!"

I'd flown off, eyes staring straight ahead yet completely oblivious to where I was going. My feet even felt the ground before I'd told myself to land, the scent of swamps and mold meeting me in the humid air. I walked like a zombie through the wooded swamp land, feeling veins and branches cut my cheeks as I glided through them on a quest to WhereTheFuckEver.

And before I'd even registered it, I was staring at the abandoned ruins of what used to be a beautiful New Orleans plantation, a place where he once ruled, clad in Sebastian's blood and a white wife beater. I swear I could even barely make out the ghosts of a bass, blasting music that didn't exist anymore. My feet really were the only sound, crunching old, tired leaves that once hung proudly, wrapped around powerful branches. Everything was dead here; had been dead here for a long time. There were no sounds of birds, insects, animals inhabiting the swamp. Like the strange, eerie beauty of the land had left, leaving a graveyard where something magical had been long before.

My hand grasped the doorknob where my feet had once entered, so unsure of what I was doing, glancing at the huge, intimidating bouncer before I'd inevitably plunged inside to my fate. Now there was no one outside to meet me and no one dancing inside to greet me. There was no Aries and Titus, in all their pretty appeal, no sexual orgies to romp their ways into my subconscious. Only ashes where a dance floor had once thrived with moving bodies, a beautiful establishment that had always seemed to have a heartbeat of its own.

Now? It was like I was walking through a corpse. Ash stains and traces of marijuana still lined the walls where I'd once nearly lost my mind to Jurion and Vegeta, barely recalling how we'd all even managed our way up the stairs. Stairs that had once seemed like an escalator to some twisted heaven and now just swirled to more burnt memories.

I even sighed when I'd pushed open the door, the air pushing scents of him into my face from the open window. Curtains danced like long lost spirits in a lazy wind, casting odd shadows on the satin sheets we'd once laid in. I gasped aloud when I saw it, having forgotten it so long ago.

I saw myself, sleeping on a mass of clouds, my wings draped with black feathers: my painting, my portrait I'd awaken to such a lifetime ago. I touched the area of the bed where I'd slept, where he must have watched me for hours, where his beautiful, black eyes must have traced and memorized every line of my face. He must have loved me, I reasoned, to look so intently, to admire so deeply that even his eyes, he must have feared, could have failed him. So he'd painted for the world what time, (he must have known) would eventually have to steal from him.

Did he always know, somewhere deep deep inside, that there was a great chance he wouldn't succeed? Did he know somewhere inside, that soon, he'd lose me?

I slid over the sheets, burying my face where his had once been. Smelling only long lost traces of him that no human could have detected. I closed my eyes, grasping at thin sheets that would never keep me warm, feeling the tiny hairs on my arm prickle with the cold wind soaring into the room. I knew I should close the windows, shut out the outside world and keep this one to myself; yet I knew, somewhere in my dreary stupidity, that he would have loved those windows open. That he would have closed his eyes, stretched his neck as he bent his head back and would have simply breathed in the world that crept through the windows.

As I lay on the brink of sleep, in the universe between dreams and awake, I felt a warmth drift between the curtains, sliding between sheets like water and wrapping its arms around my slumbering form. Lips like the fluttering of a dove's wing came across my eyelids and I smelled him, the lingering kindness of a dream, so close to me.

I hadn't slept that good for five years. In fact, I slept well through the next day and came to wake only as the orange sun set behind the swaying curtains of his room. And I breathed it in. Breathed in the refreshment my whole body felt, breathed in the scents of a setting day and breathed in the scent of Vegeta, just like he'd been laying right next to.....

I sat up instantly, smelling my clothes, smelling the sheets.

Oh God.

God, I'd known it, I'd felt it even in my sleep. Yet I'd only slept so much sounder, my entire body shuttering in revulsion and fear at the energy I felt thrashing like a rapid pulse far from where I was. It summoned me so obviously, beckoning like an extended finger. "Come, come, come.." it even seemed to say in its beating rhythm.

And it was in the worst possible place I might have imagined, my heart stilling even as the energy seemed to pulsate even harder. I felt it.... at Capsule Corp.

As soon as I walked into the house, I knew he was there. The familiarity of the air circling around me, the scent of evil, the smell of old death; it trickled into my subconscious, flooding my memory with unwanted visions of past mistakes. Oh yes, the old sin, come to take me away in the form of my most beautiful devil.

The walls were streaked with the stains of blood, my familiar capsule corp. caving in around me as though it were a completely different dwelling, the ceiling stretching down towards my body as I clambered through the hallway towards my room. I knew that my mind was causing these illusions, as dark jungle vines tripped me, leaves and ferns dangling down as I pushed them away. Blood dripped in small streams down the walls, puddling on the soaking wet floor.

He was causing this, these illusions, these apparitions that both intrigued and frightened me. I could feel exactly where he was at, just like I always could in that sense that, on its own, made no sense at all. He was there and he was beckoning for me, drawing me in with the same memories I�d cast away so often. Toying with me. Making me remember how much I had wanted him, deluding my thoughts with all the perverse things we�d done.

The air became hot and muggy, like a rain forest, clogging my lungs as I stumbled through this cave like dwelling, the shadows overtaking any light as I journeyed towards him. Towards my room.

I sucked in air, seeing tiny droplets of blood dripping from the ceiling of vines and overgrowth, making a bittersweet little trail for me. As I walked, they led me onwards, teasing me, taunting me as they made their gory little tracks along the pearly white floor. I thanked God that Bulma was still outside, my mind reaching out for her aura and breathing a sigh of relief that she seemed as far from the building as ever, a distant flicker in the back yard.

�Relax,� I told myself. �it�s all a trick. A mind game. Like a ghost. You may see it but that doesn�t make it real.�

I could almost hear him laughing as I stammered up the stairs, falling at one point and feeling the very vines themselves coil around me, moving with their own life. I panicked, furiously shaking them off and tripping up the remainder of the stairs, finding myself sprawled out before the bedroom door.

His presence was stronger than ever; pulsating like a heart beat, throbbing from behind the door frame. My own heart trembled within me, my mind forcing my body to remain calm as I slowly turned the knob, hearing the un-oiled hinges creek with annoyance.

The room was cloaked in blackness, though not toiled with the jungle theme like the treacherous hallway was. Shadows moved, but didn�t. The windows glistened but remained dark. The sheets on the bed slithered like serpents, but remained still. I caught my breath, seeing his tall, dark figure, standing before the open doors of the stone patio, his hands to his side.

I took in the shiny black combat boots, boxy and intimidating with tight laces. Dull burgundy leather pants, somewhat loosely fit around the calves but holding tighter around his thighs. Complimenting it all was the handsome leather coat, powerful collar and neck line, reaching down to below his butt, much to my admitted dismay.

I stared at his back, seeing the power of his shoulder blades, even through the thickness of his coat, the back of his hair finely trimmed and kept. And his beautifully sculpted neck, strong and laced with corded muscles, wanting for an instant to feel my hand cupped around it, pulling him to me.

Sensing him smile (for no reason more than instinct) I stepped forward, my heart pounding until I felt numbed from it, light headed with a lack of oxygen.

�Satan,� I said simply, standing up tall to observe what he would do next.

�Satan,� he breathed, my insides warming at the simple sound of his voice, remembering all the perverted, dirty little things he�d whispered with it. �That�s so old really. I prefer Vegeta. After all,� He finally turned towards me. �it was HIS body I�m using. And sorry about the mess,� He pointed to the blood stains. �but I thought rose peddles were a bit�� clich�, don�t you think?�

Stumbling backwards, I covered my mouth, seeing the beauty of his face as I had never seen it before, shining through the darkness of the room and captivating me all over again. I suddenly wanted him, just like the old way. Just like I�d done so many times and now dreamt about nightly. Rushing over there, taking off his clothes, shedding mine and watching as he treated me like I was nothing more than an animal. Ah, but how I�d taken advantage of all the times and so longed for them now.

Realizing my thinking, I backed away, gawking in terror and pleasure at the same time. Fighting this inward battle all over again. Wanting him in a way I�d never allow myself to want another person. Desiring the same debauched release I�d indulged in all too often before.

�H-how,� I shook my head, frustrated that he had me intimidated like always. �how�. .is he?�

Alright, I�ll admit, on my list of questions that one was right about there with �how�s the weather down under?� but any words at all in these moments seemed more appropriate than my impertinent staring.

�Oh, you know,� He said nonchalantly, stretching out his gloved fingers and regarding me with little interest. �running his half of hell, terrorizing anyone who questions him. You know, being his temperamental little self.�

�I believe it,� I actually grinned, my breathing slowly becoming normal as I understood this wasn�t a hostile visit. �But why are you here? Now?�

�You mean, why am I alive after all this time?� He said, walking towards me. �After you�. killed me, Kakarot?�

I swallowed hard at the closer he came, his chest armored with a black and gray breast plate, worn up high like a turtle neck.

�You know I had no choice,� I stammered. �you made me do it.�

�I made you do a lot of things,� he smirked, making my genitals hurt just looking at him. �I could still make you do a lot of things.� He walked up within an inch of my face. �And somehow, I don�t think you�d put up much of a fight.�

�But I never did even before now did I?� I challenged. �Or so you say. What do you want Vegeta? Why here? Why now?�

�Why not?�

�Answer me!� I demanded. �The earth suddenly turns to shit again, only to have you return. Pretty odd little coincidence, don�t you think? I killed you once for trying to destroy this planet, and by God, I WILL do it again.�

He laughed at me, his sharp canines glimmering with his saliva, my mouth watering with the idea of tasting it once again.

�My my, aren�t we a domineering little shit,� He grinned. �Kind of turns me on to be honest. Ah, but it�s been so long, why all the talk of politics and past? Come. Let me just stare at you a little longer. You�re a sight for sore eyes after three years in hell.�

He pulled off the glove from his hand, reaching his fingers up to cup my cheek. I shuddered beneath the coldness of his thumb across my bottom lip, pulling back from it.

�You�re hands are like ice!� I whispered, reaching up to where they had been. �Your skin is freezing cold.�

He shrugged, nodding his head slightly while he put his glove back on.

�Well, that�s a little technicality of being dead for so long.� He shrugged. �Takes the body a while to get pumping again, you know.� His eyes turned lustful towards me as he grabbed my face. �And speaking of��. pumping.�

I pushed his hands off, trudging away from him. It was as if his aura, his presence, life force, whatever was a drug, my mind becoming foggy and fragile whenever he was around.

�You nearly destroyed me, Vegeta,� I said, my backed turned towards him. �Two years of hating myself, of being convinced I was the ultimate evil. Two years of having my mind clogged, brain washed for your sick little fantasies. And here you come back. Did you expect the same thing? The same simple minded fool you left when I squashed you out of existence?�

�Yes, and such a brilliant job you did of it hero,� He snarled. �Thought I was gone forever did you? A dirty little memory from a jaded past, coming back to haunt your picture perfect fucking life once in while.� His voice turned hostile and I could feel the glare of his eyes on my back.

�Well go fuck your pretty little fiction!� He spat. �You never killed me! When will you hero types get the picture!? You can�t KILL evil dumbass! That�d be as easy as trying to destroy good and believe me, that�s no easy task.�

�What do you want?� I seethed, throwing my arms out to the side. �Another round with the bed sheets? The ceiling? I think not. There�s something more and THIS time, you don�t have your clever little disguise to hide what you ARE.�

�And what am I?� He asked suddenly, crossing his arms and moving towards me. �Tell me, after all this time; what am I to you?�

I looked at him hard in the eyes, deadening this blinding desire for him.

�Nothing.� I answered. �You�re nothing to me now but a stain.�

�Ah,� he laughed. �and you lie just like always. Tell me, Kakarot. Who is it that you see when you stare down at your wife�s face, fucking her in the most depraved manner? Whose voice do you hear when you jerk off in the shower every morning, dreaming of the day when I might join you again? And tell me Kakarot. Who�s name do you think of every time you close your eyes right before cumming all over your hand?�

The quiet in the room felt thick, and I was desperate to fill the void. His body near mine brought so many fantasies that I was forced to shake my head, trying to rid my thoughts of them.

�You.� I swallowed hard, breathing the admittance. �I think of you.�

�Precisely.� He smiled. �And you�ll always think of me. I�m the insatiable drug. The unquenched thirst and never ending hunger. You�ll never be rid of me. And the best part is? You don�t want to be, do you? You�ve missed me as much as I�ve missed you. A deep longing you can�t even describe. Something you don�t want, but you couldn�t deny if you had a thousand years of practice.�

His cold nose nuzzled my cheek, and his eyes explored my body shamelessly, like a hundred times before. Funny that it still caught me off guard and made every inch of my skin burn.

�Come,� he whispered, moving his mouth towards mine, eyes on my lips. �Let�s put the present on hold. Let�s forget the past and make our future right now. Tell me what you want Kakarot.�

I gasped lightly as a single finger ran down the crotch of my pants, pushing too hard for a woman and awakening the furious need for a man. For that vicious, violent fuck that you couldn�t use on a female without causing serious damage. He grinned wickedly, watching his finger trace my shaft up and down, my eyelids flickering.

�Tell me you want me,� he whispered as my breathing came more forcefully. �Tell me you want it just like you always did. And in doing so,� he lightly brushed my lips with his own. �free yourself of all those lies and denials you tried so hard to enact five years ago. Be free, Kakarot. Be free, if only for just a little while.�

�If I remember correctly,� I ground my teeth together as he bit into my neck, his entire hand basically jerking me off. �it never ended up being �just a little while� with you, Vegeta.�

�Oh yes,� he laughed, kissing the red marks on my throat. �I�m a marathon fuck, through and through. And right now, I�m feeling like a good run. How bout� you?�

I sighed at his touch, at his lips against me, at just how FUCKING MUCH I'd wanted this for so long. About how long I'd missed it. And about how much I'd originally lost myself to it.

�NO!� I cried suddenly, throwing my arms out as I violently pushed him backwards. �I KNOW what you�re doing Vegeta. Controlling my thoughts, feeding me images, brainwashing me into being your little BITCH once again. Well not this time asshole,� I pointed. �I won�t stand for it. I�m married and I have a son. TWO of them in fact, IF you recall. And THIS time, I�m not quite as gullible as I was before. Nice try, but you�ll have to do better than that to control me.�

I don�t know what I was expecting. Some acknowledgement of defeat? Some admittance of it? Instead, I received his mocking laughter, rolls of it in fact as he let his head fall backwards, sharp canines glistening in a wide open mouth.

�STILL playing that old card Kakarot?� he nearly bawled out in laughter. �Still blaming EVERYTHING on me? The wicked manipulative devil, out to brain wash you into being his butt monkey for the moment. I think not. And you wanna know the ironic part? Here, come closer,� he smirked. �you�re gonna love this.�

I leaned in cautiously, eyeing him with poorly concealed suspicion.

�I didn�t use any mind control this time baby. You did it all of your own accord.� His eyes were glittering with triumph. �How�s THAT load swallow?�

Hey guys! SOOOOO sorry it's been so long since an update. Unfortunately computer problems and life problems have made it damn near impossible to write lately and I've just recently been able to rectify the computer crap.. so yeah, from now on, updates should be much more regular.

Hopefully you've all enjoyed this chapter regardless! Finally got it rolling along and Vegeta is BACK BABY! Whooooo!

Anyways, as always, the feedback I've gotten is... just AWESOME! Thank you SO much for helping me move things right along. Also, just kindness as a whole is always a wonderful thing to see and I know for me, when I'm just having an altogether shitty day (which have been much more frequent lately) just reading kind feedback and encouragement gets me through some crappy ass times.

Thanks for just reading and if you have time, feedback would be great!

Love,
Camaro

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