Beautiful Stalker
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
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5,489
Reviews:
91
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Bleeding Tears
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Beautiful Stalker
Chapter 7 - Bleeding Tears by Hecate18
Trunks grabbed the soft white towel from the handrail and proceeded in drying his lavender locks; he really did not feel like using his ki, he felt both physically and mentally exhausted.
He had just about scrubbed himself raw in the shower; just to be sure the smell was gone. He couldn’t remember ever seeing Goten that distraught, and he understood that if he were in Goten’s shoes… he didn’t know what he would do.
Finally satisfied with the dryness of his hair, Trunks moved on to drying the excess moisture from his body, this task was done almost mechanically as he pondered on Chichi’s death.
They hadn’t told anyone yet, not even Goku! How was he meant to explain, that Chichi had been murdered, horrifically so; by a human (as far as he knew).
He put on clean clothes, pulling on his boots before exiting the room.
He needed to find Goten, help him pack his things; because he couldn’t stay in that house, not after seeing what they did. But first, he needed to find his mother; he couldn’t go to Goten without any information on Chichi. He headed hurriedly towards the lab.
Sighing, Trunks stepped into the laboratory, after a quick scan of the room he noticed his mother wasn’t present, but upon setting eyes on Dr. Briefs he made his way towards the old scientist.
“Any luck on the regen-tank gramps?” Trunks asked mutedly.
The old man frowned and rubbed his tired eyes, “I’ve done all I can do; I guess all we can do is wait and see if it works.”
Looking at the team of scientists readying the tank and at the capsule in Dr. Briefs hand, he put his hand on the doctor’s shoulder. “Grandpa, before you open the capsule, what they did to her… it’s not nice.”
His grandfather looked at him gravely, and then nodded once to show he understood; all they could do now was pray that Chichi would be okay.
Although this was not the good news Trunks wanted to hear, it was the best news he had heard all day. He gave his Grandfather a quick hug, and waived at the startled man before rushing out of the room in search of his mother.
******
Goku surveyed the scene with slight amazement, just hours ago his wife’s blood had painted the walls, just hours ago his wife’s screams sang loudly to him; music to his ears.
Cleaning bots bristled around the kitchen, cleaning the room to perfection; making it seem like nothing had ever happened.
He wondered where she was, where they took his wife. He had hoped he could see her face again; what was left of it anyway. Streaked with crimson, the remaining eye open wide with fear; mouth agape in a silent gasp.
It would surely tame his mood seeing that, knowing that she could stand in his way no more. But there were others in his way; his beautiful prince was still at the lookout. Dende, Piccolo, Gohan, they were all taking care of him and it was his job, his job alone to care for Vegeta.
Bulma had already spoilt his plans, getting her filthy blood on him, all because she couldn’t keep her nose to herself. If it wasn’t for her, he would be with his prince right now.
But here he was, in the small house he had lived in for years, the smell of the carnage thick in the air although the evidence had been scrubbed away. It mingled with the scents of the blue haired witch and Pan that clung to him like a second skin; the combined scents making him feel sick to his stomach.
Glancing around the kitchen one last time, he headed towards his and his dearly departed wife’s bedroom, for a shower and change of clothes.
He trudged slowly and silently up the stairs, he could still hear the cleaning bots at work, he decided he liked that sound, the sound that meant no one would ever know.
Goku continued, a small smile present on his face, because even though plans had changed, things had still worked out just fine… for him anyway.
As the earth-raised saiyan reached the top of the stairs, his eyes met with sky blue orbs. The young saiyan princess was staring at him with wide surprised eyes; slowly narrowing to mistrustfulness, then widening again in fear.
Goku’s quick eyes had caught the slight flaring of her nostrils; she was more saiyan than she looked. He saw no need for pretences; they both knew what was coming.
“G… Goku!” She stuttered as she stumbled backwards, almost falling over completely; the capsules she was holding fell from her hand as she tried to get away. As she darted to the side Goku’s large hand reached out and grabbed her blue locks firmly, “The name’s Kakarott.”
He pulled her head back; hard.
A ripping sound was heard, as well as a wet squelching sound as some of her hair was ripped right off her scalp; her mouth opened for a scream, but the sound was quickly stifled as Goku’s massive hand covered her lips. He pulled her against him, relishing in the feel of her blood against him, she had Vegeta’s blood in her.
Goku quickly did a ki scan whilst holding the squirming girl against him, he discovered his youngest was nearby, right outside in fact. He would have to be extra quiet.
In one of his hands he still held the bloody slab of skin and hair, with a flick of his wrist it landed on the floor with a wet slap; he could feel her screams against his palm.
Catching him by surprise, Bra’s hand shout up and her painted nails scraped across his left cheek, he flung her to the ground and held his bleeding cheek while glaring at her with such vehemence that she fell silent.
Using his speed, he was right down there besides her on his knees, repeatedly ploughing his powerful fists into her face, “You’re. Just. Like. Your. Mother,” Goku screamed at her, each word punctuated with his fist in her face, “You. Think. You. Have. So. Much. Control. Over. Vegeta!”
He sat back on his heels and observed his handiwork; her own parents wouldn’t be able to recognize her. Blood flowed from numerous cuts and bruising on her face, not one part of her once beautiful skin was left untouched. One of her eyes was completely swollen shut, whilst the other seemed to have burst and was leaking a puss-like fluid. The only sign she was alive were the bubbles of blood forming on her lips as she tried to breathe.
“Vegeta is mine. I’ll make sure everyone understands that!”
And with that, he stood and crushed the heel of his boot into her face.
*****
Trunks searched around the garden for any sign of his blue haired mother. He had been searching for her for quite some time now; he had even gone so far as to ring her phone. It was times like these that he thought having a big house wasn’t so great.
He walked back inside the kitchen, his grandmother was at the stove; probably preparing some of her confectionary treats again, his stomach growled in response to the rich, sweet smell.
She turned and smiled at him warmly, “Hello Trunks dear, is everything okay now?”
He gave her a small smile, “Yeah, I think everything will be okay now,” he actually meant it.
Her smile grew wider and her eyes squinted more (if possible), “That’s wonderful dear. I am just making some sweets for tea. I think your father’s back, but he didn’t sound too happy; I am hoping these will cheer him up. I’ve made enough for you as well dear.”
Trunks eyes widened and he stepped closer to his grandma, “You saw dad?”
She turned back to her cooking waving her hand to signal no, “I was up there in search of your mother, and I heard loud noises coming from his bedroom.”
She giggled girlishly, making Trunks blush at the innuendo, she continued, “I don’t think your mother was there, I guessed your father might be in a bit of a mood again, and decided to take it out on his room. So I left him alone.”
“Have you seen your mother anyw…”
He didn’t get to hear the rest of her question as he darted out of the kitchen and ran towards his father’s bedroom. As he neared the room, he could smell that scent again. After the first time he recognized that scent immediately; death.
His heart began to beat wildly and he wanted to turn back, because the smell was so overwhelming, he didn’t want to see what was in that room. Who was in that room.
But his felt kept walking, his hand out of its own accord, reached out and pushed open the door. He saw blood on the floor and he knew instantly whom it belonged to, because he shared that blood.
He stumbled towards the half open wardrobe and yanked it open, collapsing to his knees as he caught sight of the figure within.
He didn’t make a sound, because he wasn’t able to, his mother hung there, her pale skin tainted blue, her long elegant neck bulged with a large object she appeared to choke on. Jagged bones protruded from her wrists.
“Vegeta dear, I brought you something to eat, I thought you would be hungry after all that training.”
Mrs. Briefs entered the bedroom carrying a tray of desserts and tea, Trunks turned to her with teary eyes, “No Grandma, get out!”
By this time Mrs. Briefs had already seen the corpse of her only child hanging limply from a hanger in the wardrobe. With a short wail from her the tray fell to the floor followed by her flaccid form hitting the ground with a thud.
****
A/N: So… What do you think?
With Bra my original plan was to explain why she was in the house, but that would make the chapter drag on. The reason was because Goten refused to enter the house again, so she offered to get his belongings for him.
~Hecate18~
Beautiful Stalker
Chapter 7 - Bleeding Tears by Hecate18
Trunks grabbed the soft white towel from the handrail and proceeded in drying his lavender locks; he really did not feel like using his ki, he felt both physically and mentally exhausted.
He had just about scrubbed himself raw in the shower; just to be sure the smell was gone. He couldn’t remember ever seeing Goten that distraught, and he understood that if he were in Goten’s shoes… he didn’t know what he would do.
Finally satisfied with the dryness of his hair, Trunks moved on to drying the excess moisture from his body, this task was done almost mechanically as he pondered on Chichi’s death.
They hadn’t told anyone yet, not even Goku! How was he meant to explain, that Chichi had been murdered, horrifically so; by a human (as far as he knew).
He put on clean clothes, pulling on his boots before exiting the room.
He needed to find Goten, help him pack his things; because he couldn’t stay in that house, not after seeing what they did. But first, he needed to find his mother; he couldn’t go to Goten without any information on Chichi. He headed hurriedly towards the lab.
Sighing, Trunks stepped into the laboratory, after a quick scan of the room he noticed his mother wasn’t present, but upon setting eyes on Dr. Briefs he made his way towards the old scientist.
“Any luck on the regen-tank gramps?” Trunks asked mutedly.
The old man frowned and rubbed his tired eyes, “I’ve done all I can do; I guess all we can do is wait and see if it works.”
Looking at the team of scientists readying the tank and at the capsule in Dr. Briefs hand, he put his hand on the doctor’s shoulder. “Grandpa, before you open the capsule, what they did to her… it’s not nice.”
His grandfather looked at him gravely, and then nodded once to show he understood; all they could do now was pray that Chichi would be okay.
Although this was not the good news Trunks wanted to hear, it was the best news he had heard all day. He gave his Grandfather a quick hug, and waived at the startled man before rushing out of the room in search of his mother.
******
Goku surveyed the scene with slight amazement, just hours ago his wife’s blood had painted the walls, just hours ago his wife’s screams sang loudly to him; music to his ears.
Cleaning bots bristled around the kitchen, cleaning the room to perfection; making it seem like nothing had ever happened.
He wondered where she was, where they took his wife. He had hoped he could see her face again; what was left of it anyway. Streaked with crimson, the remaining eye open wide with fear; mouth agape in a silent gasp.
It would surely tame his mood seeing that, knowing that she could stand in his way no more. But there were others in his way; his beautiful prince was still at the lookout. Dende, Piccolo, Gohan, they were all taking care of him and it was his job, his job alone to care for Vegeta.
Bulma had already spoilt his plans, getting her filthy blood on him, all because she couldn’t keep her nose to herself. If it wasn’t for her, he would be with his prince right now.
But here he was, in the small house he had lived in for years, the smell of the carnage thick in the air although the evidence had been scrubbed away. It mingled with the scents of the blue haired witch and Pan that clung to him like a second skin; the combined scents making him feel sick to his stomach.
Glancing around the kitchen one last time, he headed towards his and his dearly departed wife’s bedroom, for a shower and change of clothes.
He trudged slowly and silently up the stairs, he could still hear the cleaning bots at work, he decided he liked that sound, the sound that meant no one would ever know.
Goku continued, a small smile present on his face, because even though plans had changed, things had still worked out just fine… for him anyway.
As the earth-raised saiyan reached the top of the stairs, his eyes met with sky blue orbs. The young saiyan princess was staring at him with wide surprised eyes; slowly narrowing to mistrustfulness, then widening again in fear.
Goku’s quick eyes had caught the slight flaring of her nostrils; she was more saiyan than she looked. He saw no need for pretences; they both knew what was coming.
“G… Goku!” She stuttered as she stumbled backwards, almost falling over completely; the capsules she was holding fell from her hand as she tried to get away. As she darted to the side Goku’s large hand reached out and grabbed her blue locks firmly, “The name’s Kakarott.”
He pulled her head back; hard.
A ripping sound was heard, as well as a wet squelching sound as some of her hair was ripped right off her scalp; her mouth opened for a scream, but the sound was quickly stifled as Goku’s massive hand covered her lips. He pulled her against him, relishing in the feel of her blood against him, she had Vegeta’s blood in her.
Goku quickly did a ki scan whilst holding the squirming girl against him, he discovered his youngest was nearby, right outside in fact. He would have to be extra quiet.
In one of his hands he still held the bloody slab of skin and hair, with a flick of his wrist it landed on the floor with a wet slap; he could feel her screams against his palm.
Catching him by surprise, Bra’s hand shout up and her painted nails scraped across his left cheek, he flung her to the ground and held his bleeding cheek while glaring at her with such vehemence that she fell silent.
Using his speed, he was right down there besides her on his knees, repeatedly ploughing his powerful fists into her face, “You’re. Just. Like. Your. Mother,” Goku screamed at her, each word punctuated with his fist in her face, “You. Think. You. Have. So. Much. Control. Over. Vegeta!”
He sat back on his heels and observed his handiwork; her own parents wouldn’t be able to recognize her. Blood flowed from numerous cuts and bruising on her face, not one part of her once beautiful skin was left untouched. One of her eyes was completely swollen shut, whilst the other seemed to have burst and was leaking a puss-like fluid. The only sign she was alive were the bubbles of blood forming on her lips as she tried to breathe.
“Vegeta is mine. I’ll make sure everyone understands that!”
And with that, he stood and crushed the heel of his boot into her face.
*****
Trunks searched around the garden for any sign of his blue haired mother. He had been searching for her for quite some time now; he had even gone so far as to ring her phone. It was times like these that he thought having a big house wasn’t so great.
He walked back inside the kitchen, his grandmother was at the stove; probably preparing some of her confectionary treats again, his stomach growled in response to the rich, sweet smell.
She turned and smiled at him warmly, “Hello Trunks dear, is everything okay now?”
He gave her a small smile, “Yeah, I think everything will be okay now,” he actually meant it.
Her smile grew wider and her eyes squinted more (if possible), “That’s wonderful dear. I am just making some sweets for tea. I think your father’s back, but he didn’t sound too happy; I am hoping these will cheer him up. I’ve made enough for you as well dear.”
Trunks eyes widened and he stepped closer to his grandma, “You saw dad?”
She turned back to her cooking waving her hand to signal no, “I was up there in search of your mother, and I heard loud noises coming from his bedroom.”
She giggled girlishly, making Trunks blush at the innuendo, she continued, “I don’t think your mother was there, I guessed your father might be in a bit of a mood again, and decided to take it out on his room. So I left him alone.”
“Have you seen your mother anyw…”
He didn’t get to hear the rest of her question as he darted out of the kitchen and ran towards his father’s bedroom. As he neared the room, he could smell that scent again. After the first time he recognized that scent immediately; death.
His heart began to beat wildly and he wanted to turn back, because the smell was so overwhelming, he didn’t want to see what was in that room. Who was in that room.
But his felt kept walking, his hand out of its own accord, reached out and pushed open the door. He saw blood on the floor and he knew instantly whom it belonged to, because he shared that blood.
He stumbled towards the half open wardrobe and yanked it open, collapsing to his knees as he caught sight of the figure within.
He didn’t make a sound, because he wasn’t able to, his mother hung there, her pale skin tainted blue, her long elegant neck bulged with a large object she appeared to choke on. Jagged bones protruded from her wrists.
“Vegeta dear, I brought you something to eat, I thought you would be hungry after all that training.”
Mrs. Briefs entered the bedroom carrying a tray of desserts and tea, Trunks turned to her with teary eyes, “No Grandma, get out!”
By this time Mrs. Briefs had already seen the corpse of her only child hanging limply from a hanger in the wardrobe. With a short wail from her the tray fell to the floor followed by her flaccid form hitting the ground with a thud.
****
A/N: So… What do you think?
With Bra my original plan was to explain why she was in the house, but that would make the chapter drag on. The reason was because Goten refused to enter the house again, so she offered to get his belongings for him.
~Hecate18~