Lollirot

In this cold wet place, I sit and dwell, burning. Absently, my mind ponders how to find two consecutive numbers with a sum of 82. But, I’m running out of air as the rain falls on my skin making tiny holes. I shiver as this place is registered as something ‘not real’ in my brain, and it erases my legacy.

Nothing hurts, because I am nothing. Turning to the right, I see those white spots and I know that I’m having the same dream again. In the distance by those spots of freedom, I see him. The longhaired Saiyan that I know so well that was once my lover.

Turning to the left, I see the creature with red eyes and the sharp rows of teeth and I know that I must turn back. Getting up from my place on the black, cold floor, I run. But it’s all the same: my speed so slow that my body feels heavy.

Desperately, I call out to him, and I see him turn to me with a beautiful smile. He waves to me, and I can see the love in his eyes just for me. And then, I slip and fall, hitting my head and feeling it bleed.

You’re dying Vegeta…
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Vegeta stared in disbelief at the man before him. “How is that possible!?”

Kakarot blinked, “Vegeta…”

“What do you mean ‘Frieza’s dead’?!” Vegeta yelled. Bouncing up from his dorm bed, he began pacing the room. He clenched and unclenched his hands, and rubbed at his arms convulsively.

Sighing, the spiky-haired Saiyan just knew Vegeta would react to this small part of the big picture. So, he refrained himself from telling Vegeta everything.

“Vegeta, please, calm down.”

“But… how can he be dead!? Raditz and I were JUST going back to his planet! RADITZ even TALKED to the stupid lizard!!” The prince snarled in frustration. Why was this so confusing!?

Kakarot grit his teeth and grimaced at the angry display of emotions Vegeta was emitting. He felt sorry for the man that didn’t—couldn’t—remember. Did he really want to tell him that HE himself beat the Changeling tyrant? Did he want to tell him that Frieza killed him, and that he even cried in front of a third class? No.

“Can’t you just tell me HOW he died?” The prince pleaded; he just needed to know. Maybe Vegeta beat him and just doesn’t remember, or something like that. His mind reeled with the possibilities, but he highly doubted it. He knew Frieza was much stronger than him, but the idea of him beating the lizard appealed to him too much.

The younger Siayan bit his lip and wished for a convincing lie that he could feed the prince. He’s a horrible liar and he knew it. He was also very bad at keeping things quiet for very long. All he wants is for Vegeta to be well and happy. For him to be rancid once again, but how?

Kakarot ran through some lies, but his sensitive picked up the soft sigh, and looked up to see the empty prince. But, he was beautiful, even though he was reduced to this. He wanted to keep him near and them him everything would be okay. Glancing away from him, he knew that everything was NOT going to be okay, and he wasn’t sure if they ever would be.

“You aren’t going to tell me, are you?” Vegeta asked, his voice lanced with such depression that it broke the younger Saiyan’s heart.

“I…” Kakarot paused. “Vegeta, Frieza is dead because of me.”

The broken prince wept.