Adult-FanFiction.org : Gundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA

The Obsession	By : MasterOfThebes Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 9132 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, It is the work of Akira Toriyama, Toei and Funimation, I make no money from writing these stories.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
Warning: This chapter contains graphic violence and language, you have been warned...

“Vegeta…” He kept staring at me, his pernicious energy seemed to be sinking into my flesh, electrocuting my nerves and consuming me. His skin felt as if it were on fire and as it brushed against mine, and his eyes were empty pits of agony. I couldn’t turn from them, it was if he were hypnotizing me with just his gaze. I couldn’t break away, and soon I realized that his eyes were my gateway to hell. My heart pounded with each breath I took, and in terror I watched as the corners of his mouth turned up into a devilish smile. He leaned down into my ear, and in a low wicked voice he whispered, sending nervous chills up my spine.

“No mercy…”

“Goku…Goku why are you saying Vegeta’s name?!” Bulma yelled pounding into my chest trying to wake me out of my gripping hallucination. I blinked and every trace of Vegeta was gone, including his piercing aura.

I am losing my mind…

Bulma’s eyes clouded over with sheer concern, she put a hand to my forehead, and I noticed how hot my body was against her cool hand. My bangs were matted to my skin by sweat, and my heart still thumped heavily in my chest. “It’s just you and me Goku, he is nowhere near here, nowhere in sight…” “Why is it so hard for you to say his name!?” I yelled, my sudden outburst startled her, I seen tears well up in her eyes and she climbed off of me and pulled a sheet up to cover her nakedness.

I then realized, I had overstepped an emotional boundary that I didn’t notice was there. She curled up in the bed, her back turned to me, and smelled the air grow salty with her tears. “Bulma…” I said gently, at a loss for what to say next. “How am I supposed to feel about him Goku?” She spoke in a voice barely audible and almost childlike, so contrary to then wanton creature she had just been moments ago. I sat up in the bed and leaned my body into her, she trembled for a minute, and I ran my hands over her shoulders as a way of calming her. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry,” I spoke slow and very soft, hoping that she wouldn’t shut down from me again. I stared at her waiting for a response, and after a few moments, I saw her nod in understanding to my previous statement, she turned over to me and looked up at me with questioning eyes.

She looked like there was a raging battle taking place between her mind and her heart and there had yet to be a victor. “Vegeta knows about us, doesn’t he,” She said, holding my gaze. “Yes.” “Honestly, I think he’s known for awhile.” “No…he suspected you were with someone else, but he couldn’t place who it was.” I said, guilt once again tore through my mind causing me once again to see Vegeta standing in the corner, the look of death painting his black eyes. “I think Vegeta knew…but he may have not wanted to believe it.” Her voice grew a bit firmer, and when I blinked, the dark prince was gone. “Bulma, he did not know.” I said, trying to assure her my identity in her adulterous puzzle had been kept a secret up until about a day ago.

It might have been longer than that actually… Kami, how much time had passed since I first came here…

“Goku…Goku your spacing out again!” Bulma yelled frantically. How long had it been since Piccolo went to confront Vegeta. Piccolo… Oh no…no. What if….what if it hadn’t worked. “GOKU!! She yelled again, but my mind was gone, I pushed her away from me, and reached for my clothes that lay thrown about on the floor.

“Where are you going, why are you acting li…”

“Piccolo could be dead…” I cut her off and could barely get out what I wanted to say, my words caught in my throat.

“What?” She asked in disbelief, she got up from the bed and let sheets drop from her, she stood in front of naked as the day she was born, and commanded my attention. “What has gotten into you? Why are you leaving and why are you saying Piccolo could be dead?!”

“Because while we were up here fucking, your wonderful husband was blowing up cities, and Piccolo went to confront him about it!” I yelled loudly. She turned away from me, and began walking into the shower room in the corner.

“Bulma…” I started softly.

“Just go, Goku…just go.” As much as it pained me to leave then, I did. I had no choice in that matter, I already had the deaths of the baby, the workers, and the many innocent civilians weighing heavily on my shoulders, and Piccolo was much more to me then just another person, he was my friend, and I wasn’t about to just let him go and clean up my mistakes at the cost of his own life.

Unfortunately, it may have already been too late.

Once I got dressed I headed outside into palace halls and I yelled for Mr.Popo or Dende. No response. I yelled again louder, and scanned out the area for Piccolo’s power level. There was nothing, no response, no energy level, just silence and emptiness. A feeling of déjà vu came over me, this was exactly as it was that horrible day at Capsule Corp. Immediately I began running, as fast as my body could carry me I ran and when I got to the edge of lookout grounds, I leapt into the air and flew, cutting through the clouds and ignoring the soreness of my body from the unused muscles. I flew until I reached the last area that I had seen Vegeta at, which was of course nothing but rubble. I landed on the ground, and scanned the area for the prince’s energy signal, and got nothing but I felt a sudden flare up in a ki that was not human. “Please, please by Kami, let it be Piccolo.” I spoke aloud and then teleported to ki I had felt.

When I became aware of where I had teleported to, fear, in every sense of the word shook me to the pit of my stomach. I was on my own home grounds, I was at Mt.Paoz, or what was left of it. The lush green grass that was beneath my feet was now pebbles of once moist soil. There were no trees anymore, so the sun shined directly on the newly created wasteland to show me all the damage that had been done. The house that Chi-chi and I had raised a family in, and spent our marriage life and been erased out of existence as if it had never been there. I suddenly became aware or the tears freely flowing out of my eyes. “Goku,” A weak voice said. I turned to see Dende, who looked weak and exhausted. His clothes were torn and there were cuts and bruises along his skin and it looked as if he had been in battle.

I ran to him and he collapsed in my arms, he felt completely fragile and it seemed as if his normal shade of emerald green had become a darkish color. “Dende, what happened?” I said looking down at him. “Piccolo.” He said faintly, and pointed in the direction that he was in, “help him.” I did as he said, and laid him down against the ground gently, “I’ll be back for you Dende, I promise.” Dende managed a small smile and nodded. I ran over to the area Dende had pointed to and searched for Piccolo, I called his name out and heard a brief grunt of pain a few feet away from me. I teleported over to the noise I heard and finally found him.

He lay thrown about in a heap of broken branches, debris and his clothes were nothing but rags clinging to his frame. His eyes were closed tightly as if he were trying to block out the pain. “Piccolo…” I said, and his eyes popped open angrily, his gaze was piercing and cold. I had a feeling what was going to come out of his mouth wasn’t good. “Y…You bastard,” He grunted out, barring his fangs at me. “Piccolo, I’m sorry.” “Yeah, you are…you are probably the sorriest fucker I ever met.” He spat, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and he coughed violently. Something shook me then, something exploded inside of me and I yelled, “How dare you speak to me like that, what have I ever done to you?!” He laughed a bit at my outburst and said, “How dare I speak to you like that, and just who the hell are you Goku? Aside from a pathetic loser banging his best friend’s wife?” “What!” I said, my hands balled at my fist. “You know something,, I should’ve just told Vegeta, where you and Bulma was. You have some balls coming here and getting angry about anything Goku, because you know what this entire thing here is your fault…”

Anger coursed through my veins and in the pit of my stomach, I felt a sinister desire emerging.

“I got beaten to near my death, because Vegeta could tell that I knew where you and that slut of yours were, but out of my respect for you, I protected that knowledge and it forced him to fight me. He didn’t even want to fight me Goku, but he did it because of YOU, all the people who have died by his hand is due to the insanity you and Bulma drove him to….and you have the audacity to show up here reeking of sex and that stupid whore who’s also just as guilty as you are!!” I kneeled down in the blink of an eye and bashed my fists into his face… “SHUT UP…SHUT UP…SHUT THE HELL UP!!” I yelled, and continued beating him.

I beat him until his face had become nothing more than a bloody pulp of unrecognizable green flesh. I beat him until I was covered in Namekian DNA. I stood over him breathing like an animal that just made its first kill, but inside, I felt as if what had died right now was me.

“Daddy?” A small voice called to me and I turned around to see Goten looking up at me. He looked as if he were trying to recognize me through all of the blood and grime that had covered my skin. I looked down, shame and guilt rose up into my throat and suddenly my body began to convulse so hard I dropped to the ground on my knees. Then I emptied out the contents of my stomach onto the ground near the fresh corpse of Piccolo. Goten began crying. Once I got myself together, I stood up and went towards him. He moved away from, not wanting me to touch him in the condition that I was in.

“Goten stop crying.”

“Why did you kill Mr. Piccolo?” His voice contained sadness for the death but anger for the killing. What could I possibly tell him?

“Goten I need you to tell me what happened here.” I said trying to change the subject.

“No! Tell me why you killed Mr. Piccolo.”

“Son, I’m asking you to tell me what happened, I don’t have time to sit here and explain anything to you right now, so please just cooperate with me.” I said in a stern tone.

“No!”

“Goten.”

“I SAID NO!” Goten took off running in the other direction, and I quickly flew over to him and stopped him. He fought me off him, yelling for me not to touch him, and asking how could I kill Piccolo, why did I kill him, that I was a murderer, that I was even worse than Trunks dad.

Trunks…

“Goten, where is Trunks?” I grabbed his arms and held him in the air. Tears travelled down his face and some of the blood that was on me now covered a bit of his clothing. Angrily, I shook him and yelled “WHERE IS TRUNKS?!”

“His dad took him, I don’t know where, but as soon as he came, Trunks ran over to him.”

“I need you to tell me everything Goten.” I said sternly. I put him down and his eyes hit the ground, he didn’t want to look up at me because I knew I had become a monster to him.

“Trunks and I were just hanging out by the lake, and suddenly his dad showed up. A few seconds later, Mr. Piccolo showed up and he told Trunk’s dad that he wasn’t going to let him destroy anything else just because of what was going on, which I didn’t understand and neither did Trunks, so we asked his dad what was going on, and he just told us to go over Gohan’s house.” I nodded for him to continue. “Trunks didn’t want to go but his dad told him to just listen, and so we went over Gohan’s house, but when we got there, only Videl was there by herself, we didn’t want to get in trouble with Trunk’s dad, so we stayed there for awhile…”

He went on to tell me that Trunks started to get anxious over the whole situation, that he began speaking about his mother and the fact he didn’t know where she was anymore. Then he went on about Vegeta, and that he had noticed a change within him, but it wasn’t something he feared. My son then told me that he had felt when Vegeta and Piccolo began fighting, that it shook him to the core, and had caused Trunks to jump out of his seat and fly out the house. He, of course, followed after Trunks and left Videl there trying to figure out what was going on. They had both went back to Mt.Paoz, and when they got there, it looked like an explosion had taken place. He said there had been a lot of dust and smoke and when it cleared, Vegeta was standing over an unconscious Piccolo. He said that they went and found a place to hide so that no one would notice them being there and that they watched Vegeta for awhile as he just stood there looking down and Piccolo, then he turned his gaze directly towards them.

“…I was kind of scared, because he looked really mad, but when he saw us, his expression softened. Trunks got up and ran over to him, and I walked over with him. Trunks was crying and asking his dad a lot of questions, but he wasn’t saying anything, he just looked kind of happy to see Trunks. Then he looked at me and asked me if I knew where you were, and I told him no, that I hadn’t seen you in awhile. So he nodded and told Trunks to come with him, then they flew off, and just left me here.”

I asked, “How long have you been out here?”

“I don’t know.” Was his reply. I sighed, and shook my head. I couldn’t believe all the mess that had come of this. “Do you know where Vegeta and Trunks might have gone?”

“No…but where have you been all this time?” He asked with a puzzled expression on his face, and then he asked more questions, “and why did you kill Mr. Piccolo?”

I didn’t know why I killed Piccolo, in a way it just seemed natural, and that was the scary part. Killing had never seemed natural for me, even when I fought against someone who was evil and extremely powerful, I still gave them a chance to atone for what they’d done, and in the end I would have to kill them because they were unwilling to change. But this had been done out of an angry rage, that had no justification. I just did it… How do you explain that your 12 year old son who seen you commit the act, I had no clue.

“I don’t know Goten, but I’m going to need you to be grown up about this and not tell anyone what went on today.” “What?!”He yelled in disbelief, causing me to frown and repeat myself.

“You heard what I said.”

“Are you insane?” He replied, glaring up at me with the same look that had been on Piccolo’s face.

“Goten, I am going to allow you to get away with that for now, but I’m telling you, DO NOT TELL ANYONE WHAT YOU SAW HERE!”

I yelled, my anger once again exploding inside of me. Goten backed away from me, looking at me with a look of terror on his face, then he powered up and flew off into the sky. I watched him, and debated about chasing after him, but I had bigger problems to worry about. Something about Gohan finding out that Piccolo was dead shattered something inside me, and him finding out that I was the one who killed him…that thought was unbearable.

My second and also major problem was of course Vegeta… Where was he and why had he taken Trunks? What was he trying to accomplish? I knew him far too well to not think that he wasn't planning something. I also knew that he wanted Bulma back, and not for a joyous reconciliation, but to probably torture her and then kill her. But could Vegeta really kill her? The answer to that was still unclear, but one thing was for certain…

He would not hesitate to kill me.
- 7
- 8
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Obsession