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The Burning Leftovers of Temporary Madness	By : KahlanN Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Burning Leftovers of Temporary Madness

Chapter Number: 8

Author: Kahlan Nightwing

Pairing: Pi/V

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Angst, character death, yaoi

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is the sole property of Akira Toriyama and all parties therein. I do not claim to own Dragonball, Z, GT or any of its characters. I am making no money from this story.

Summary: It's been 25 years since Vegeta left Earth, leaving behind a grown son and a lot of pain. Now an evil is threatening Earth and he is called to duty. But why did he leave, and what will he find when he gets back?

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Chapter 8

�Well? Are you going to tell me what it says yet?�

We are back at the Namek�s waterfall, per my request when we�d found nothing else of interest. The Namek stands in front of my reclined form, blocking the sun and making me glare up at him in annoyance. �Don�t get your cape twisted, Namek. Do you have no patience?�

His next words are tagged directly after mine and his haste is evident. �It�s almost nightfall, Vegeta!�

I smirk up at him mockingly and place my hands behind my head, casually leaning back. �Are you afraid of the dark?�

�Are you afraid of what it says?� He replies undaunted, glowering down at me.

I sit up, back ramrod straight as I growl up at him. �I fear nothing!� What in the hell would he do if he found another Namek�s writings on Earth? Use the paper to wipe his ass?

Actually, I�m quite tempted to do that myself and just get rid of the thing. I read none of what it said; I was too much in shock. I growl again at the thought of not facing this thing. The Namek�s words hold true to even this. If I don�t face it, I�m no better than him.

I grab hold of the book beside me and make exaggerated gestures of opening the cover and staring at the first page. I hear a disgruntled sigh from somewhere above me and hear the Namek take a seat next to me in the grass, folding his legs together. �Aloud, Vegeta.�

I heave a sigh, not looking over at him, and begin reading.

�We aren�t allowed to do this. It�s strictly forbidden and I�m sure if I�m caught I�ll be severely punished, even killed. Remember this, boy. You owe me one.� I pause, absorbing the words and wondering at their meaning. I turn to the Namek, but he merely inclines his head toward the book, ushering me onward.

I grimace. The handwriting is crabby and more like scratches than words. That combined with my disuse of the written form of my own language, not to mention translating it, is going to guarantee me a headache tonight.

�You may be wondering why I�m writing this. Well, I don�t quite know myself. I guess, being so different from other Saiyans, it�s just another of my quirks. Live with it.

So, perhaps I should tell you about myself. I�m a second-class Saiyan, mostly overlooked. Planet-purger for��

I slowly let the sentence trail off unfinished and look to the one beside me with wide eyes. He looks back uncomprehendingly. But oh, I comprehend just fine. A journal, on Earth, signed to a �son�, second-class, planet-purger. Bardock.

�Who?�

I did not realize I had said it aloud. �Bardock. A Saiyan. I�ve heard of him. Something happened on some planet or other and he came back half-crazed. He was different from other Saiyans. He liked technology.�

Piccolo raises a brow in disbelief. �You don�t like technology?�

I grimace. �You forget. I spent my life with Frieza, not on my planet. He had technology. I got used to it. But I was never as dependent on it as some of his fighters. It�s what helped me climb up in his ranks.�

He nods, turning from me slightly to watch the setting sun cast a burning reflection onto the water. �So why is this Bardock�s writings here?�

�He�s�father.� My mouth twists on the name that I manage to not say. The Namek looks at me with raised brows, obviously trying to decipher my jumbled sentence. I gesture impatiently. �His father.�

He nods hugely in sudden understanding. �So, Bardock sent this with him to��

I shake my head at his question and turn back to the book, suddenly curious myself. �Planet purger for Lord Frieza. My name is Bardock, and I can see the future.�

This time I stop in shock, not believing one of my own would even profess that, let alone write it down for anyone to read. Any kind of telepathy or telekinesis, any kind of mind powers period, were taboo among my people. To say that he had one�well, he was either as crazy as they all said, or he did.

�I don�t expect you to believe me, but I do expect you to read this, if only for curiosity alone. Contained in these pages is all the stuff you�ll need. All the things I�ve seen coming.�

I pause for a moment, brows furrowing and tongue darting out to moisten suddenly dry lips. The next part�

�Here.�

I glance up in shock, so into what�s in front of me that I forgot the Namek�s presence entirely. He holds a cup that he probably just made and it�s filled to the brim with water. I take it gratefully and swallow the whole thing in a few gulps, letting the coolness slide down my throat with my eyes mere slits. I glance at the Namek, noticing that his eyes seemed glued to me right now. �What?�

He blinks, coming back from wherever he had been. �Hm? Continue.�

I shake my head silently, tossing the cup over my shoulder and looking back at the book. �The writing�s different here.

�These words are not for you. Go to the last three pages, my Prince.�

My eyes widen and I stand abruptly, flinging the thing from me, where it lands with a smack into the water, sinking quickly. I hear the Namek let out a curse and rush toward the water, reaching in with a hand and pulling the now dripping journal out. I can�t seem to get over what I�ve just read aloud. He called me by title. A title I haven�t heard uttered with reverence since�well, it was written, but still�. It was as if he knew I was reading it�.

The Namek stands in front of me silently, the book in his hands. I look down at it and shake my head vigorously. Words are still beyond me, but that thing�it�s just not possible.

�We need to know, Vegeta.�

My head snaps up to the Namek�s, knowing he can�t possibly understand. �It�s forbidden.�

He nods slowly and calmly, his face passive. �I figured that. But it�s needed now. He knows.� He hands the book slowly out to me, as if handing me something he knows I�ll shy away from.

I grit my teeth hard enough to make my jaw ache. I don�t want to touch that thing. It�s profane. Yet I do not back away from it, I merely bore a hole into it with my eyes.

The Namek slowly opens the book to the back, counting the pages until he is at the last three and holding it open toward me. �Read.�

My eyes betray me; betray my people�s code by skimming the words, seeing phrases jump out at me�. I take a deep breath in through my nose, thinking of Gohan�s�understanding�her regret�his hatred�. I read.

�The dark thing you search is closer than you think. I�ve Seen it in my mind. It brings a natural death with it. It has no form yet is known and has been seen, even though no one remembers seeing it.

�Nothing is black and white, my Prince. Nothing is one or the other. We are all walking a thin line in-between two absolutes. Tread carefully, for even you venture off that path, my Lord. I have Seen it in a planet�s death.

�There is much loss in your past, my Lord, and much gain. Do not forget the prices paid, and do not forget those who paid them. There is loss in your future, my Lord. Do not forget what you will gain, or all is lost.

�I See you in golden light, shrouded by shadow, gold cascades from your shoulders. Gods above! You are breathtaking! Your power quashes all around you. But, my Lord, take care of who it makes lowly and who it uplifts.

�Forgive me, my Lord, if I startled you with such words before. Listen to this jade energy I See. It contains many wisdoms inside. It is to be trusted.

�My son. I cannot See him any longer. I Saw our planet�s destruction, my Lord, and beg your forgiveness. I am not going to be able to stop it. My son will make it aright, and your son shall finish the job as a Prince should.

�My son though. He is lost to me. I cannot See him and this worries me. Watch him, my Prince. He is the last of us. Bring him back from wherever he has ventured. He has done something unforgivable for him to be out of my Sight.

�I Feel a great anger in you towards him. It should have been resolved long ago when pink clouds threatened the universe. It has not been, and I do not understand why. What he has done�I fear it. It could unravel existence.

�I am sentimental to send him this heirloom, Knowing he will never read it. I suppose an old man has to know something of himself lives on. Something of us all lives on, my Prince. Whether it be memory or just the ashes we leave floating in empty space. That is what I am now�ashes. In the end, we are all but ashes.�

I take a deep breath, turning my face from the book as the Namek reverently closes it; closes the pages of a Saiyan who�

I had to read the whole thing through without pauses to breathe or breaks for thought. Now, the whole thing slams into me, the full weight of this long-dead Saiyan speaking to me, specifically me, and telling me things that have happened and will happen. He couldn�t be lying. There�s no way he could have known that my son would kill Frieza�.

�You want to sit down?�

I look up at a concerned green face. The �jade energy� obviously. I snort and crumble to the ground as if I�m boneless. A gloved hand migrates up to my forehead, trying to caress the tension there away. I hear the Namek moving around me but ignore him in favor of getting rid of the slowly mounting throbbing behind my eyes.

�He knew about the problem we�re having.�

The voice is directly behind me and my brow furrows beneath my hand. I quickly smooth it out. �Lucky guess.�

He gives a snort that is a laugh of derision. �What do you want me to do with the journal?�

I crane my neck around to look at him, letting my hand cup my cheek as I stare up at him. He isn�t looking at me, rather watching the last sliver of sun vanish in-between the mountains. �Why are you asking me? You�re the one that�s so interested in it. You keep it.�

He glances down at me, seems to catch his breath for some reason, then clears his throat and looks away quickly. I raise a brow, but he does answer me. �He was one of your people. I figured it was your place to say. That and he��

�You keep it. If it�s needed, you can get it out again and I�ll�read it. He already said he wouldn�t be able to read it.� I rise to stand beside him. �I just want to know why it was in her drawer�among other things.�

He cocks his head to the side, so that he can view me from the corner of his eyes. �Seems as if Gorika would know the answer��

�I�m going to talk to her already!� I gesture wildly as I turn from his smirk and light chuckle. Dende, I want to throttle him! �I�m going to shower.�

He makes a strange noise in his throat and I turn to him. �Here?�

I raise both my brows and look pointedly at the waterfall. �Well, there�s running water and no line to it, so I suppose I could. Although, you could find some mud and I could go on top of one these mountains and��

He grimaces. �No, I meant why not just go back to the house and do it?�

I heave a sigh and turn fully, as if I have to explain something in simple terms. Well, I do. �When we get to the house, everyone else will already be there. They�ll immediately want to know what we found and we�ll want to know what they found, if anything. I want to get clean now, not sit in my own sweat and dirt until way after midnight.�

He frowns lightly. �We should be heading back.�

I wave a hand back at him to dismiss his concern, already turning and heading to the waterfall. I quickly strip, leaving the clothes in a trail behind me, and dive smoothly into the water. I�m not buzzed this time, so I can more fully enjoy the cool water swirling past me and pushing against me while pulling me forward at the same time. There is no comparison to the feeling of water around a body. It caresses and holds me, yet seems to want to expel me at the same time. I belong and don�t belong.

I burst from the water overdramatically, spraying water everywhere as I toss my head backwards. I know I�m grinning, but I can�t help it. It feels good to just let loose and not care who is or isn�t watching. It feels good to exaggerate everything sometimes.

Taking in a deep breath, I dive back under, wanting to come up under the waterfall and fly up into it. Should be interesting�.

The pummel of the waterfall beneath the surface is nothing compared to the weight and sound of it above. I let my hands go to my sides as the pressure around me calls for nothing else without powering up, and that would negate the whole point of this. I raise my face, feeling the spray pound into it until it stings. I shake my head to rid my hair of the water that wants to make it cling around my shoulders. I hate my hair that way.

Slowly, I move myself back down into the water and dive again, this time coming up with much less show a few feet from the still falling water.

�Done playing?�

I whirl in the water, staring at the form of the Namek. He�s up to his chest in the water, keeping himself afloat enough that the clear liquid occasionally brushes his nipples as it crests languidly. I barely have time to wonder why I�m paying that much attention to detail before he moves forward, looking down at me with an expression that is totally foreign on his face.

I stare up with my mouth slightly agape, feeling his hands casually brush against my bare body as they work to keep him afloat. Mine do the same to him, confirming that he is quite bare under the water. And why does that thought make me squirm internally?

I let myself drift away from him, wanting some kind of space between us. �I don�t play.� My voice sounds nervous even to me.

The Namek shrugs casually. �Then you never were to begin with.� Why do I feel like we aren�t talking about the same thing? �I�ve never had the chance or the inclination. Do you take everything seriously, Vegeta?�

I swallow from a suddenly dry throat as I feel a foot brush up my leg. Is he�? �Everything.�

He nods, as if confirming something, nothing in his face hinting at the light contact. �I noticed that, when I saw into your mind. Do you regret letting me do that?�

I actually stop and think about that. �No. I don�t like explaining myself.�

�And you feel you don�t have to around me?� He edges closer again, and this time I stay where I am, curious. I nod silently, my eyes widening slightly as one of his hands brushes my side. My cock twitches.

He smiles slightly, his eyeridges raised as he lowers his eyes to look into mine. It�s a query. He�s asking permission.

I stand there for a long moment, trying to make it click in my mind. The Namek�s coming on to me�. He wants me?

I almost panic. It can�t be everyday that green, asexual men��You�re asexual.�

His head cracks up and he looks quite surprised at my sudden statement. Okay, so I�m not very good at confrontations like this. With her it was even worse. She just jumped me.

He�s plainly stifling a chuckle and I glower at him. He�s quick to assuage me. Better be quick. �It can mean many things, being asexual. It just means I can�t reproduce, not that I don�t��

��have a dick?�

His grin widens as my own widens in response. He raises one brow in obvious question, his hand repeating that brush that sends an invisible shiver up my spine. Yeah, I have a dick too. It just made itself known. One touch. It has been a while.

I give a short nod, not quite meeting his eyes. My head whirls around though when he flashes his canines at me in a smirk and disappears under the water. Oh no�

I let out a very unmanly shriek of shock as cool lips are suddenly around my cock, a tongue immediately pressing there and swirling avidly. The tip of it presses into the slit and then circles around the head before his lips latch onto my shaft and begin sucking in earnest.

All this I feel in vivid detail as I let my head sink back, his arms wrapped around my midsection and holding me above the water. I wonder how long he can go without air.

I let out another hiss as the feeling switches slightly, catching me off-guard as his teeth lightly rake me. �S-shit.� The word is hissed between clenched teeth as I hear my breath become little more than gasps for air. My eyes widen and then close to slits that dimly register the darkness around us. My ears can hear the lapping of the water, but my full attention is on what he�s doing to my cock. I don�t want to pay attention to anything else.

I feel one of his arms move from my waist in the corner of my mind and languidly roll my head around to see what he will do with it. I watch the hand come out of the inky water beneath me and snake up my chest, doing nothing to halt its progress. It finds my nipple and begins to roll it around between two fingers, pinching and rubbing alternately with no pattern.

I let out a soft moan, thrusting into the warm mouth that encases me. To his credit, the Namek matches the movement and does nothing to stop me as I continue to fuck his mouth, finding the sensation of moving in and out of moist heat and being sucked at the same time almost too much. It makes me not care about the small noises coming from my throat, encouraging him and asking for more, much more, at the same time.

He does not disappoint, bringing down the hand at my nipple. I again watch it as it disappears beneath liquid blackness, wondering what new thing he will do this time�

�Mma-ha!� The sound bursts from my lips unwillingly, the last of it at a much higher pitch as his fingers deftly work my balls, caressing and massaging them almost to the point of pain.

The combination of sensory overload and twenty-five years without takes its toll on me, and I come into a green mouth crying out hoarsely. I�m pretty sure he swallows all of it, as his mouth retreats a bit and comes right back in, but I�m a bit too satiated to care.

He rises just in time to catch my head on his shoulder, my body going limp against his as the aftereffects hit me, leaving me feeling contentedly numb. His arms go around me hesitantly, as if he�s not sure of their welcome. Even if I didn�t want them around me, I really don�t feel like moving.

�Was that good?�

His voice sounds as hesitant as his arms were. I manage to chuckle, knowing I don�t have to speak loudly being so close to his ear. �You act like you�ve never done that before.�

There is a huge and strained silence and I mentally curse myself. And just who would he have done it with before this?

I let out a soft grunt and raise my ki a bit to give me needed energy. �Let me show you how good it was.�

He jumps under me as I let my hand trail into the water and down his own aroused cock. I�m flattered that he was more concerned with my pleasure than his own, but it simply won�t do to leave him like this. Everyone will notice after all.

I smirk as I take his dick in my hand and vigorously begin pumping, satisfied when he lets out a short yelp and his head falls on my shoulder. With the added ki, I�m able to raise my own head, lowering it into a position to suckle on his neck. My other hand is now holding him up, elbow bent so that I can flex my hand into his back. He pushes himself into me as his head gently falls back to give me better access to his neck, his eyes no more than pinpricks of light as he opens his mouth to groan and grunt wantonly.

I raise my head to watch the spectacle, never realizing anyone could look that attractive just letting themselves go. I suppose I�m so used to stodgy, stuffy Piccolo that this image just seems�damn erotic. I increase the pace of my pumping and am rewarded with a scream wrought forth from the Namek�s mouth and a stream of come spraying from him, coating my hand and wrist.

I�m half-hard again as the Namek lowers his head back to my shoulder, panting harshly. I can feel both our hearts pounding furiously in our chests and can�t stop a chuckle.

His breath whispers hotly toward my ear and I shudder involuntarily. �What?�

I shake my head, slowly pulling back and making sure the Namek can take his own weight. He eyes me with trepidation and I merely smirk at him. �Was that good?�

He blinks at me; then shakes his head with a smile aimed at himself. �Yeah.� What? Did he think I would deny the whole thing�or something? He turns and makes his way to the shore, his body slowly revealing itself with water rushing down it in rivulets. I stay where I am, openly admiring.

�What do you mean �yeah�? Just �yeah�? You could at least give me a �damn yeah� or something.� As he reaches the shore and turns to me, obviously to see if I�m serious, I follow his path out of the water, deliberately moving smoothly and watching his reaction with a nasty grin.

Indeed, he does take a nice, long look as I join him on the shore. From here I can see the lust clouding his eyes. I can�t say mine are looking any better from his point of view. Here we are, dripping dry and naked, staring at each other like we�ve never seen another male before in our lives.

I smirk at his half-hard state and know that I have to get clothes on fast before I become more than half-hard. Them seeing him applies to me also. �Come on. Oh, already done that.�

I chuckle as his eyes snap from my cock to my face, a light tinge to his cheeks. It�s�cute. And no, I did not just think that. I know there�s a grin on my face, so I decide to just ignore it and him and put on my clothes. I hear him chuckle but no, I�m going to ignore him.

�You�ve got a cute ass.�

I whirl around, pants halfway around my ankles and eyes wide. He�s smirking at me and letting me know just where he was looking. Unlike him, when my face heats up, I growl. He�s still chuckling though when he turns to put on his own clothes.

I grumble as I finish dressing. Maybe I should have told him he was cute. But no, the Prince of all Saiyans does not say �cute�. Just like I don�t say �giddy�.

Okay, a break from myself would be nice right about now. �Let�s get back. They�re probably going to send a search party out here soon.�

�You think they�ll smell us?�

I turn to him with wide eyes. I hadn�t even thought of that. Slowly, I notice the way Piccolo is looking at me and the way he said that. I smirk leisurely. �Do you care?�

He shrugs. �It might make things more complicated at this point. I�d rather not mention it if it doesn�t come up.�

I pointedly look at his crotch, now disappointedly covered by purple cloth. �I can�t guarantee that.�

He pays me back by looking at my still half-hard crotch. �Obviously.�

So it�s me that�s frowning as we head to Goten�s and Marron�s house. Excuse me for having a libido.

A/N: Well, there it was. My first sex scene. You know, I�ve looked at pictures of these two together and shuddered, but now�the water was a good added addition. I�ve written food and sex and water and sex. I have a few more tricks up my sleeve, don�t worry! Lol Hope you enjoyed. Yes, there will be more sex now.

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