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Pure Evil 3: Return of Pure Evil
By Sefiru
Thank you, reviewers!
Macha: fixed the typo >.< We won’t see Mirai’s admirer in this story, but
I might do one just about them…
Yuurei: Mirai vs Vegeta Senior was fun XD and here’s your update.
pun_xy: hey, you guessed! The real villain is … revealed at the end of this
chapter. ^^
Now with artwork! Check out these drawings I did:
http://www.geocities.com/sefiru_kai/pix/pe_costumes.jpg
http://www.geocities.com/sefiru_kai/pix/pe_fun.jpg
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Kakarott is hard to draw …^^
Summary: Kakarott and Vegeta travel to New Namek to wish on
the Dragonballs. But someone else is after the Dragonballs too. This chapter:
Kakarott wishes on the Dragonballs, someone is brought back to life, and the
evil mastermind makes his(?) appearance.
pairings: Kakarott x Vegeta
warnings: NC-17, yaoi, BDSM, violence, language, oral, anal … and of course,
pure evil.
disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott. Long live the King!
After a night’s
sleep to recover from the battle and its aftermath, we set out to find an open
area big enough to summon the Dragon in. While we fly, we go over the wishes we
intend to make. First, to restore the planet Vegetasei (Kakarott refuses to
change the name). Second, to create permanent communication devices between
Vegetasei, Namek and Earth. That leaves one wish open.
“We could just
let the Dragon go,” Kakarott says.
“Actually, I
have a suggestion.” One that has been knocking around my head for a while now.
“I know we agreed not to revive any individual Saiyans without cause, but there
is one I think deserves to come back. Bardock.”
“My father?”
“Yes, but not
just for that reason. I told you he had visions. He foresaw Vegetasei’s end; he
has a right to see its rebirth, I think. Besides, he’s an experienced field
commander, which is a skill we’re going to need.”
“Ever practical,
eh? All right, we’ll give it a shot.” We find an appropriate meadow, lay out
the Dragonballs and Kakarott speaks the invocation. The sky darkens, and
Porunga appears in a swirl of wind.
“Greetings,
King Kakarott,” it says. “I see you have finally dispensed with that
childish persona.”
“Yes. I was just
waiting for the right moment.” He tosses me a wink.
“Indeed. Now,
for what purpose have you called me? Speak, and you shall receive it.”
“For the first
wish, I ask that the planet of Vegetasei be restored.”
“This I shall
do, and more besides.”
“For the second
wish, I ask for communication links between Earth, New Namek and Vegetasei.”
“This I shall
do, and more besides.”
“And for the
last wish, I ask that the Saiyan Bardock be brought back to life. Here,”
Kakarott specifies carefully.
Porunga pauses
as it communicates with the afterlife. “This I shall do.” A sleeping
Saiyan warrior appears before us, complete with armor and scouter. The family
resemblance to Kakarott is obvious. A data chip also blinks into existence,
floating in front of me. “That contains the coordinates of your planet.
Please take better care of it this time.” With that the Dragon vanishes,
the dragonballs darken and fly apart. Kakarott and I settle in to wait for
Bardock to wake up.
***
Bardock blinked
and opened his eyes on the living world for the first time in nearly forty
years. He’d been startled when a bodiless voice asked him if he wanted to
return to life, but he’d immediately said, “bring it on!” Hell was boring and
he couldn’t find decent beer there. Whoever was responsible for this, though,
hadn’t warned him about the headache. He sat up slowly, rubbing his temples,
and saw the two Saiyans waiting for him.
One, with his
upswept hair, was obviously from the royal family, but that wasn’t the one who
caught his attention. The orange-clad warrior stood as if he owned the world,
his tail waving easily behind him – that hair pattern, so much like his own,
the face hauntingly familiar. He had seen it in a vision, once … “Kakarott?”
The other
Saiyans nodded, in unison, just like a mated couple. “Welcome back to the
living world, Bardock,” his son said. “Though I don’t know if I can call you father
with a straight face.”
“No shit. You
look older than I do.” He was still the same age, twenty-nine, as when he had
died. He stood up and brushed himself off, making sure all his gear was
present. He didn’t bother to turn on the scouter; if his vision had come true
and Kakarott had beaten Frieza, his power level would fry the piece of junk in
an instant. “Where the hell are we, anyway?”
“This is New
Namek.”
“What happened
to old Namek?”
“Frieza
vaporized it.”
“Figures. So you
managed to kill the lizard before he wiped out our species?”
“It was that
close,” the flame-haired one said. “The current Saiyan population, counting
you, is 578 and four half-bloods.”
Kakarott added,
“For a while we thought it was down to just me and Vegeta.”
“Yeah, and us
hating each other’s guts.”
“I never hated
your guts.”
“Yes you did.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
Bardock had to
chuckle at that. “Ok, now I know you’re mated.” They both gave him identical
glares, which only made him laugh harder. It took a few moments until he got
control of himself. “I smell forty years’ worth of long story here, so what do
you say we find someplace to sit and you can fill me in.”
“Sure. And we
can get something to eat.” That was the kind of thing Bardock liked to hear.
They flew a short way to a rocky outcrop, where Vegeta opened a little capsule
device and set out a satisfying amount of food. Well, if his son ate like he
did, they would be used to large appetites. He picked out a haunch of something
or other and sat on a rock. Kakarott did the same, and Vegeta knelt at his
feet. Bardock did a double take. “All right, now you can tell me how you got a
prince to do that.” He looked at them again. “And why you’re wearing the royal
scepter instead of him.”
Vegeta smirked
at him. “That’s because he didn’t just mate with me, he claimed me. As for the
rest – wait til you hear it, it’s hilarious.”
“Claimed?” Well,
the prince was wearing a collar. “If you could claim the likes him, son,
you must really be something else. Now I’m dying of curiosity.”
“Don’t die now,
you just came back to life,” Kakarott laughed. And he began his story. It took
a long time, and parts of it would have been unbelievable if not for the way
Kakarott spoke of them – as if magic dragons, time travelers and monsters that
made Frieza look like a cub in diapers were what you would expect to encounter
on a normal summer afternoon. Getting the purging programs knocked out of his
head as a child – Bardock hadn’t thought that was possible. Fighting his
brother and finding out his heritage; he was sad to learn that Radditz was
dead, but not surprised, especially since the boy was dumb enough to threaten
another Saiyan’s child. Seeing entire planets destroyed and returning them to
life. Rising to Super Saiyan and beyond. Fighting against and beside the
prince.
Bardock knew
that it was rare for a warrior of Vegeta’s strength to allow himself to be
claimed. But hearing their tale, he could see how Kakarott had pulled it off.
The warrior he saw in those stories excelled in strength and intelligence, and
he showed a depth of spirit the likes of which Bardock had never seen. It
couldn’t even be called will, because he knew how to let go as well as how to
hold on. And he spoke of all this as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. His
son. Bardock couldn’t keep a small grin of pride from his face. Vegeta noticed
and winked at him. Yes, being Kakarott’s servant and mate was a privilege any
Saiyan would jump at. And he was King as well; Vegeta was right, the later part
of the story was funny as hell. Was Vegeta senior really such a twit? The tale
wound down to the present and he asked, “So, did you bring me back just out of
family feeling?”
“Partly,”
Kakarott replied. “I heard about your visions, how you saw Vegetasei’s
destruction. We thought you should get a chance to see its new beginning.”
“And do I get a
job? I’m not the type to sit around doing nothing, you know.”
“Oh, don’t
worry, you’ll have plenty to do. For one thing, you’re the only one we have who
knows anything about field command. The two of us are used to fighting solo.”
“Looks like
you’ve been promoted, General Bardock,” Vegeta chimed in. “Better you than me.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Two words: royal
guards.” Bardock winced. He’d better get back into training right away …
Kakarott and
Vegeta suddenly looked up, faces turning to the north. “What?”
“Trouble,” said
Vegeta.
Kakarott
scratched his neck. “Would you say Ice-jin?”
“Feels like.
It’s powerful, though.”
“Hm. We’d better
go take a look.”
***
Kakarott and I
immediately gather up our belongings. Whatever it is that we’re sensing, it’s stronger
than Cell, and that can only mean bad news. Bardock looks a bit confused; he
doesn’t know how to sense ki, but his own is rising, ready for a fight although
he doesn’t stand a chance at these levels. Ah, Saiyans.
Another ki
signature spikes briefly and fades. “That was Gohan.”
“We’d better go
now.” Kakarott whips his tail around my wrist, claps Bardock on the shoulder
and touches his forehead with his free hand. In the next instant we’re standing
next to Gohan. Both he and Bardock look understandably startled. “Who’s that?”
Gohan asks.
“This is your
grandfather Bardock. Bardock, my son Gohan.”
“Nice to meet
you.”
“Pleasure. Now
what are we fighting?”
Gohan laughs a
little. “You’ll see in a minute, cause here she comes.”
“She?” The
unknown ki signature is approaching
rapidly. A speck appears in the sky and grows, its form blurred by its speed,
until it lands in front of us with a boom. As the dust clears we can see it’s
an Ice-jin. A huge Ice-jin, at least three times the size of Frieza, and
it has electric blue skin markings instead of purple. It sees us and laughs.
“Fortune smiles
on me today! I sent my minions to your homeworld for you while I attended my
business here, but now I have the chance to deal with you myself. I will have
my vengeance for the deaths of my husband and sons before I return them to
life!”
We look at each
other. “Husband? Sons?”
“Is that what
she said? Wait, don’t tell me that’s – ”
“Yes. It’s
Frieza’s mother.”
***
Nobody guessed who the villain is … T_T
Actually only one person entered a guess at all, so I guess I have a winner by
default. Pun_xy, name your kink. I’ll have it written and posted around
Christmas. ^^
Next Chapter: The -tea party- battle with Frieza’s
mother.
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