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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 7

            Piccolo’s mood had became for a lack of better terms sour, Goku still hasn’t been found, and the Lord still defiant. The days turned to weeks and still his mood crept lower and lower; nightly dinners had been stopped, the workers of his building slowly dissipating; too afraid to come and do their duties, worried that they would become targets of their master. Even his whores have been tip-toeing around him, never speaking unless spoken to and performing acts he demanded without question. Not a word, not a peep spoken to him unless necessary.

            He walked through the vacant halls, hearing his feet echo in its emptiness; something was brewing, he could taste it. His fine hairs were great indicators, as they rose. Goku… he wondered what the fool was doing, did he truly run off like a coward, what did Vegeta tell him? He knew he shouldn’t fret over the mortal, he had no true powers; he couldn’t do a damn thing. But why did he feel so much unease about the mortal; even if he tapped into the power his past self once wielded, the fool would loose. Kakarot had proven he was no match for his godly power.

            He stopped at a bolted door and listened intently to the occupant inside. He smiled as he listened to the little whispers chanting over and over, ‘let me out, let me out’. Slowly the occupant was loosing his mind in there, breaking down chip by chip. There was no food, no water for him, yes it is true Vegeta was immortal, hunger and dehydration would not kill him; but he would feel the effects. Within nearly the second week Vegeta hadn’t broken down for any sort of nourishment, he had not yet crossed the line Piccolo waited for. The prince had been placed in that cold darken room for nearly a month, no lights, no scenery, no food nor water, left deprived of it all. The prince’s only companion was when he, the master would cover himself in the darkness and whisper evil in his ear, unseen, coming and going like a phantom, leaving the near broken prince with the very question, was it all in his imagination. Piccolo smiled, his little ghostly visits were far and between, only three visits thus far. He licked his lips, how much longer until the prince finally snaps?

            Piccolo touched the door and heard a light whimper, did the lord know? Did he feel his touch on the cold metal door? He placed his over hand up gently laying himself flush to the metal, he heard light scuffling from the prince, in his weakened state he moved. He pictured the lord pushing himself up against the prison door begging for interaction, to feel another, to feel him his master. It was indeed a nice fantasy, but he knew the truth, the prince was pushing himself further away.

            He knew soon enough the prince will crumble, like a cookie broken down with a glass of milk, and he would be there to pick up those pieces; molding him together the way he saw fit. He guessed it was his own fault that the prince had became so defiant in the end, he allowed the lord far too much independence over the years, allowing him to come and go as he pleased, to decide in the end if he would accept his sexual advances; once the prince was utterly destroyed there would be none of that, he would not give Vegeta any freedoms, and the prince would comply without protest. Vegeta was always meant to be his, from the very moment he looked down and saw his birth, the prince was his.

            Piccolo speeded up on the roof top overlooking the midnight sky; amazing. The moon only a quarter full, but soon the moon will shine into the sky with glorifying completeness, and he would be able to feel the panicle of his powers. The moon, he will never miss that prison.

            Vegeta hyperventilated, the cold stale air filled his lungs; over and over, same in and same out; breathe. He long forgotten his hunger but still felt the nagging effects, his throat sore and parched, the ability to swallow has long left him. He hurt all over, but even still the physical pain was pushed aside for a much more demanding pain; his weary mind. He no longer could tell the position he was in either be laying on the cold unforgiving floor or up against the siding wall, hell he could be floating in the mist of this room for all he knew and understood. Over and over his mind warred, give in, save himself. Times he wondered if Piccolo had in-fact killed him, and now he was lost in the farthest depths of hell floating aimlessly in nothingness slipping into the deepest forms of insanity. Hunger, thirst. Cold, hot. Kakarot, Goku.

            He didn’t know if he was still crying, he didn’t know if he had. He didn’t know anything other than something was off to his side. He needed to move away. What was there? He wasn’t sure what, no, a demon was there trying to swallow his soul whole. He raged, he fought, he screamed and yelled, but in truth he had done nothing at all. Time was lost, and in truth the farthest thing from his mind, time was meaningless to him. All he knew was everything was crashing downwards in a violent spiral, or perhaps upwards. The blackness taking new forms in its limitedness end, creating new shades uplifting him and down-casting him, embodied his spirit; he was losing himself.

            Then thin sheet of ice, the only thing keeping him together was cracking, preparing to gobble him in its icy depths, vaguely he wondered who would he become once the earth shattering alteration ended. His chest expanded outwards, nearly tearing open, containing the last shreds of his spirit, readying itself to release, leaving him with nothing other than the shell that he was once. He arched feeling the willpower he once so desperately held preparing to leave him; abandon him. All of this was building up to his inevitable defeat. A tear strayed away from the path, dripped down to the blackness; he could hear the sound it made with perfected hearing, forming itself into the unyielding darkness of the floor, soon to be his fate.

            A loud wheeze echoed in the void, his throat tightened, he was loosing everything that was him; his willpower has been long forgotten, cast away much like his dignity. A flicker of light blinded him, a slow pacing light, nowhere near bright; it was like a flame of a match; it still blinded him. He could feel a warmth gather inside him, slowly penetrating the cold of his limbs. He breathed in; he could smell the scent of campfire, and nature…Kakarot.

            Slowly his eyes silted open, just a crack; the low burning light hurt his eyes. As the fuzz of his vision slowly receded back he gazed up to a form of a man. Another deep breath in and he could nearly taste the sweat and salt of the man; the man who held him, giving him warmth. He blubbered like an enfant as he watched the man smile down to him; he lifted a weary hand to touch that angelic smiling face, and sobbed when he made contact with solid warmth. He heard that masculine soft voice call to him in the barest whispers, giving him strength to carry on, whilst the mouth remain close.

            “Vegeta, my love, my mate. Don’t let go, hold on.”

            Vegeta opened his mouth, coaxing his throat to open, to speak, interact with his phantom love; his voice cracked and strained to make the simplest of noise. His love’s name came out as a strangled whimper. Instead he allowed that given warmth to hold him, he closed his eyes and allowed his dreams to take him. He will not give in, he will hold steadfast, Kakarot was with him.

            Piccolo watched the clock as it idly ticked by the seconds. His power engulfed him in a humming glow. He sat at his vacant table, a place he had remained for the day, his mind going over the events of the passed several months. His men left, ran, refusing to come into the city, the excuses all the same ‘too busy’. He knew the truth, they were terrified, and with just cause. It didn’t matter to him; he had much better things to do then keep the company of mortals. A bold lie; without them he felt lost.

            His prince has been proving his own strength to him with each hour that has passed, he remained in that docile room, the chanting has stopped, the pleas no longer heard. For a moment he believed Vegeta was unable to speak, forgetting civilized things. Using his power he peeped into the room shocked by what he saw. Instead of the condition he seen before Vegeta laying nearly broken on the floor, he was sitting up knees bended looking directly at the door, features set in a firm resolve. He hadn’t known what happened then, he was certain at the time a few more days and the lord will be destroyed, yet there he sat, waiting; for what he was uncertain, but it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

            Vegeta listened when he heard the echoing of steps come closer; no doubt the demon coming to do a check-up on his condition, he etched his face into a stone look of determination. He listened intently as the steps came closer, until it stopped; he knew Piccolo was just outside. He wished he could stand on his own feet and give a glare worthy of his once evil self, but the weakness he felt drained him, just to lift his head was a chore all on its own. He frowned with confusion as the loud clanking metal beam was jarred, a hiss of metal against metal filled his ears giving him a semblance of hope; the demon gave up.

            The door swung open, the light spilling into the tiny dark room hurt his eyes, they watered terribly, he lifted his arm to shield the light from coming into his closed eyes; they begun to burn from the intensity of the muffled light. He listened in his weakened and weary state, the foot steps came closer. A touch on his cold shoulder surprised him, it was light, and it was warm. A blast of array of scents nearly took him on a rollercoaster ride, confusing all senses.

            “Vegeta.” He gasped with utter surprise upon hearing that voice. Was it all just a dream? “My god Vegeta, you’re so cold. How long have you been in here?” He opened his mouth to answer, the ability to speak had left him long ago, and yet he still tried. He reached out and with as much strength he could muster squeezed the broad shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’m getting you out of this god awful place. Keep your eyes closed, the light will damage them.” He was lifted in strong arms and he knew then, this was not a figment of his imagination, Goku was here; holding him.

            Goku felt rage bubble inside him as he looked down at the whimpering mass trying to cling onto him; he was so weak, his hold felt like a small toddler not the strong man he first met. Going through the maze that was the master’s home he searched for water, any substance for the lord. He quickly found a kitchen kicking the door in and hastily attended to Vegeta. He was thankful the monster didn’t know he was there, pleased with the information Vegeta had given him; mental block, damn right!

            He had finally returned with renewed insight, he will save Vegeta. They both were unreadable to the monster, they could run and hide, be together. Vegeta would live on, free and happy. His plan was difficult at first, but then became much easier as he returned. He went and spoke to the hoods asking what happened when he was gone, sneakers being his informant. At first the man placed a gun to his head readying to take him out, but after some quick diversions the man gave up. He had told him of all what happened, how the generals kept their distance, how the workers of the building deserted, because of how the Lord was being punished. They feared for their lives with reason, if the master could lock the lord away in the basement to slip into insanity, what could have the master done to them. Knowing the building was not guarded and the only occupants of the building were the harem on the upper floors, the master which with no doubt stayed above, and then the lord locked away in the basement. Goku counted his lucky stars when he got in and went one floor down, hiding against the wall until he knew for certain the master was not down there. He made his way.

            He tipped the glass of warm water slowly, letting Vegeta gradually take it in. He knew too much would not be a pleasant sight, he didn’t need Vegeta to heave it up; slowly he fed him warm water-soaked bread, rubbing Vegeta’s throat coaxing him to swallow. He knew he was getting somewhere with him as he watched the pale features begun to gain some color, and his breathing became even. Still his panic remain, they needed to get out of here immediately, but in order for that to happen Vegeta needed to regain some semblance of strength. “Vegeta are you well enough to go?” Goku stilled Vegeta’s beginning protests with the pads of his finger tips on his lips. “I will ask one more time Vegeta. Are you well enough to go?”

            “Go…Goku.” Vegeta sighed and nodded. Yes he was ready to go, but was he prepared for the everlasting life on the run was a whole different story.

            Goku helped Vegeta to his feet, gently coaxing him to use his wobbly unused legs. Goku felt Vegeta’s hand try to push him away, he shook his head, Vegeta always held such pride. He waited as Vegeta tried to take several steps nearly loosing his balance. Goku growled, pride be damned; they didn’t have that much time. He swooped Vegeta back into his arms, cradling his body close; he dashed. Running through the halls making his way to the elevator, he kicked at the button since his hands were occupied keeping a squirming body close. He nearly threw himself in, pushing the level one button with his elbow. The door seemed to move in slow motion in his haste, he should have taken the damn stairs. The door’s closed with a slight ding and the contraption moved.

            The lights flickered, a jarring of the box made him sweat profusely. The lights return giving off a red glow, he heard Vegeta cuss under him and he knew then and there, the elevator was locked and moving pass level one. “Fuck!” He shouted; he knew it! He should have taken the stairs.

            Vegeta looked up into the panicked face of Goku. “Let me down Goku. He would only be angrier if he sees you holding me intimately.”

            Goku looked down; he could see the fear creeping into Vegeta. They both knew, all of this was for nothing. “I think it is too late for that Vegeta.”

            Vegeta cast his eyes away from Goku’s; it was far too late to save the man, acceptance was all they could do. “For what it’s worth Goku, thank you.”

            Goku gave a small smile and let out a defeated sigh. “How much do you want to say I told you so?”

            Vegeta lightly laughed, tears beginning to form. “Soooo much right now.” Vegeta paused. “I wish I wasn’t right.”

            Goku held that body closer, looking up watching the numbers. “You know, after that night in the alleyway, I dreamt of everything. I relived everything, and even knowing now what my fate is to be, I’m glad I remember you, I’m happy to have met you once again. And if it is our fate to remain like this, then so be it. As long as I can meet you again and again, I’ll be happy.”

            Vegeta choked back his tears. “I don’t think I will survive after this Goku.” He lifted his hand to cup his cheek. “No matter how much I tired to forget you, forget my love, I couldn’t. After all this, I know this will be my destruction. He wins yet again.”

            Goku looked down, there was nothing he could say to comfort Vegeta; what possibly could he say? Don’t worry hang in there, I’m sure countless centuries will pass and I’ll pop back up over and over again, seeing your love be killed over and over; not very comforting. Instead he held him tighter against his chest, feeling their hearts beat in sync, soaking up whatever interaction they could get before it was all ripped away. The metal box stopped, the foreboding ding echoed in his ears.

            ‘Tsk tsk tsk, Lord you have been very, very naughty, and you hood.” Piccolo spat. “Have been very, very disobedient. What ever am I going to do?”

Okay this was suppose to be up much sooner, but unfortunately I am currently in animeslaves predicament *pouts* my laptop decided to shut down on me, and still almost three weeks later waiting for my computer nerd to fix the damn thing! But one thing is for sure I LOVE data storage sticks!!!! Because I had everything lost once before when I first started the road to fanfiction writing and it sucked when I did, so I started to save everything on those lovely sticks and yay! It works! So I only have this laptop today and going to try and whip up another chapter of ancient times.

Thank you for reviewing and rating my fic, you guys are awesome, till next time in a land far far away V.W
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