Beautiful Stalker

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Beautiful Stalker

Chapter 9 - Murder Most Foul by Mechanical Butterfly


He turned away from the body that adorned his floor and caught the gaze of his still reflection in the mirror across the room. Stared at himself, feeling like a stranger in his own cold skin, and smiled. A smile that felt awkward and contorted, but made him smirk. Slowly, he brought a hand to his face and traced the three long scratches Bra had given him across his cheek.

They weren’t really that deep and he didn’t even feel the pain, but the others would see and question him. They would want to know where he acquired these subtle injuries. His fingers lingered over the marks. No matter, he was saiyajin: they would heal in moments.

He turned again glancing at Bra’s lifeless body and frowned. For a saiyajin she hadn’t really put up that great of a fight. It wouldn’t have mattered if she did, but she could of at least tried, and made it a little exciting. His eyes darkened as he looked at the patch of missing hair and skin that he had detached from her pretty head. It was like a form of art: everyone died differently, in his or her own unique way. There was more art to come, he was sure.

He moved over her body and walked to the closet. It was time fore a change of clothes and a shower, a very quick shower. Part of him reverted as he reached for the orange gi, he felt it stand out strong. Vegeta’s only daughter is dead, and I killed her. He will never love me now. The unsound saiyajin clenched his fists at the thoughts, at the annoying voice that attempted to frost him with guilt. If only there were a way to silence that voice permanently.

He shook his head as the hanger was ripped from its place. No! He had done what needed to be done. Vegeta was his! He wasn’t meant to share the Saiyajin Prince with anyone. He had done the only thing he could…murder. The evil smirk crept upon his lips again and he felt like cackling, but didn’t. He just continued his way to the bathroom, gi in hand.

It was quiet, he hadn’t ever remembered a time when the house had been without some form of noise. Part of him was grateful and he relished the silence, remembering what he had done to Chichi in the kitchen. Blenders would never have the same meaning to him. He had turned it into a weapon. Although, he knew he would always have that fond memory to recall anytime he wished. Goku reached for the bathroom light, turning it on. It was quickly getting dark in the house and the presence of death appeared to never detach itself, even the shadows seemed to cower in the corners.

Turning on the water, he removed his bloody garments and stepped under the freezing spray. He didn’t even bother to add hot water to it, didn’t care. Quickly, he washed over his body, he wanted to find Vegeta. Wanted to see his Prince, and gaze upon the beautiful visage that belonged to him. Freeing himself of his thoughts, he stepped out of the shower and started getting dressed. It was then when he heard a noise from downstairs and his features became grim. Goten. How had he forgotten about his son so quickly? He feared the worst for him.

Goku hurried out of the room and down the stairs to greet his youngest who was in the kitchen, face drowned in tears.

“Dad!”

“Son…” he started and opened his arms to embrace him. Goten slumped his head and his black mess of spikes slouched with it.

“Dad…I… Mom…”

“I know, son… I know…” and again he couldn’t help the smile that attacked his face. Goten looked up at him through the tight hug and Goku made his face ache with fake pain.

“Are you doing okay? Are you alone?”

Goku’s eyes widened. Had he sensed Bra or maybe even heard her pathetic screams?

“Alone? Well…”

“Because I thought I heard someone upstairs. I kinda thought I had sensed Bra’s ki, but then it just vanished. So you are alone?”

These questions were quite bothersome. Did his twin-like son suspect him of something? He shifted Goten in his arms and pushed him back a little. This kid was beginning to annoy him, and he frowned at himself. This kid was his son… but who cared, right? For all he knew Goten could be after Vegeta too. He glared at the teen and a tiny growl expelled from his harsh being.

“Dad…?” Goten questioned, looking back up at him.

“Oh… yes…, I’m alone. Sorry about that, I was… lost in thought.” His son nodded accepting the half lie.

“What happened to your face?”

Goku’s eyes narrowed, he would expect a converstation like this from Gohan, but not Goten.

“What?”

“It looks like you got scratched or something.”

“I didn’t even notice it. Aren’t you observant!?” He tried to disguise the annoyance in his voice, but it was becoming difficult.

Goten stared at his father for a few seconds and backed away placing a weak smile on his child-like face. If he noticed his father’s annoyance with him he was taking it well or at least pretending to be. Goten walked out of the kitchen and to the edge of the stairs. His voice carried back to his father like a heavy weight upon Goku’s unstable mind.

“I’m just gonna go up to my room and grab some clothes.”

Goku snorted lowly and peered around the kitchen corner. “You sure you can handle all of this son? If you want, I can go up there and grab the clothes for you.”

Goten stepped up on the first couple of steps and looked back at his father. “I’m fine Dad, I need to do this. I need some other things be… what is that smell?” His nose scrunched up as he stared up the dark staircase.

“I don’t smell a thing,” Goku smiled brightly. “Better hurry, it’s getting dark.” He stared at Goten’s back as he turned into the kitchen again and said his silent goodbyes. If his son was going upstairs there was no way he was leaving alive.

“Dad…”

“Yeah?”

“Was Bra here when you arrived?” He asked this as he moved quickly but quietly up the staircase.

“Goten, I said I was alone,” Goku walked completely out of the kitchen only to find his son had disappeared upstairs.


The door creaked as it opened, and Goten had to hold his breath. The room was dark and unwelcoming. He flicked the switch and light flooded the sullen bloody place, and the young saiyajin gasped. Bra lay broken and bloodied on the floor: half of her skull crushed in and part of her hair ripped off.

Who would do this? His Dad wouldn’t do this? Would he? No… not his father… anyone but his father. He said he was alone, why would he lie? He wouldn’t. He would never….

“This isn’t your room,” a dark, dreary voice draped with a form of sarcasm echoed in his ears.

Goten turned to see his father staring at him, a little too intense if you asked him. “Dad?” He tilted and pointed to Bra. “What… what is this!? Please tell me you didn’t know she was up here. Please!”

Goku stepped out of the shadows and into the putrid smelling room, casting his gaze to the bloody floor and looking as innocent as he possibly could. “I didn’t know she was up here.”

“Dad, you’re lying!” His father looked up at him as if shocked and put a hand over his chest dramatically.

“I thought that was what you wanted to hear,” a smile from the killer.

“I want to hear the truth!”

Another step forward from Goku and he frowned, but only slightly, and shook a finger at his son.

“I think you need to learn how to make up your mind.”

Goten shook his head and stepped back, tripping over Bra’s hand and almost falling to the floor. He caught himself on the closet door and stood back up. “Dad, what has happened to you? Tell me what’s wrong. I can help you. You need help. Did you hurt mom? Was that you?” His father had an almost blind look in his eyes. It was unrecognizable to him.

“No Goten, you have it all wrong. For the first time I am seeing clearly.” He tapered his eyes and nodded at his son. “Haven’t you ever heard the saying… can’t fix what isn’t broken, but if it’s broken… break it more… at least until it bleeds.” He grinned and closed the door as he walked slowly over to his shocked son.

“Let me help you… son.” Goten’s eyes darted over his father’s form. What was wrong with him!? This was not his dad. His dad wouldn’t do these things… wouldn’t act this way. What was happening? He looked at his psychotic grinning father and failed to understand. Blinking as something was flashing in his eyes….

“What’s that? In… in your hand!?” Goku looked down at his hand in disbelief.

“This?” He held it out, “I believe they call this a knife. Hm… how did I get this?” He scratched the back of his head and acted as if he were pondering the thought.

“I remember. I bought it. It’s brand new. I was hoping you could help me test it out. You know how those infomercials like to exaggerate. Can it really slice, dice, chop, cut through skin like you were carving a tomato?”

Before anymore could be said, Goten was up and running at his full saiyajin speed, nearly knocking his father down.

The mad earth raised saiyajin laugh. It was pointless to run from him. So why do it? He appeared in front of his son, grabbed him, and tossed him to the ground like a rag doll.

“Dad!! Why are you doing this!?”

“It’s complicated.” He kneed his son in the gut and wrapped think fingers on his throat.

“Dad… please…I can help…you.” Goten’s hands went around his father’s, scratching at the very things that were trying to cut off his air supply.

“I told you I don’t need your help. All I need is Vegeta.”

“Vegeta…wha…?”

“Don’t. Say. His. NAME. Ever!” Goku squeezed harder causing Goten to gag slightly. “You talk too much. I think I need to permanently shut you up!” He moved his hand from Goten’s neck to his cheeks squeezing them until they opened and he reached in and pulled his tongue out, all the while Goten steadily beat at him. Goku kept his knee in place, digging into his son’s stomach.

He held the slithering appendage between his fingers and pulled it out as far as it would go, then, taking his knife, he tested the edge on Goten’s tongue and watched as it split slowly and bled a beautiful ruby, just like the jewel, this blood was priceless. Each drop brought him closer to his Prince.

Goku smiled as Goten moaned in pain, “Very sharp.” He cut the rest of the tongue away and threw it aside. “Have anything to say?” He looked down at the boy who was crying and seemed to be going into shock: his mouth full of blood. “Didn’t think so.”

He gave Goten a sorrowful face as he raised the knife above his head and stabbed into Goten’s arm. Blood spurted everywhere as he wiggled the weapon from side to side in the damaged appendage. When the blood hit his face he licked the side of his mouth leaving his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth.

Using the knife as elegantly as one would a pen, marring Goten’s perfect skin, ripping delicate muscle. He watched it fall away, fall so far away, slide through his fingers, as he helped rip it from its owner, like a wet towel and crumple to the floor like trash.

He growled as his son made indistinguishable sounds of pain and he continued, feeling like a wild animal. Blood covered his arms and his hands. Goku looked down at his son… his son… The unstable one shook his head. He felt dizzy. He couldn’t look at the person below him. He had to do something.

Killing my own son, what’s next? Will I kill Vegeta if he doesn’t return my love? He gripped onto Goten’s throat and lifted him up. “Shut up! I am doing this FOR Vegeta! He will understand. He will be proud of me.” Goten just stared at him, eyes wide with fear and shock. It was apparent that he didn’t know the man who held him any longer.

He started his way out of the room as he saw Goten’s foot flying at his face, which he immediately ducked, letting go of his son. The demi saiyajin fell to the floor and screeched in pain. Most of his skin was gone, all that remained was the skin on his legs. He seemed to be trying to fire ki blasts but was possibly too weak and Goku smirked and grabbed him again.

This time hauling him into the bathroom and throwing him on the floor causing his head to hit the side of the toilet, breaking it. “Stay!” He commanded as he turned on the water to the bathtub. He felt the water as if he cared what the temperature was and reached for his son’s leg, pulling him closer and lifting him up, setting the nearly unconscious teen in the water.

“You have never experienced a love like the love I have for Vegeta. A consuming love; a love that cannot be broken. I will not allow you or anyone else to keep me away from him.” He closed his eyes and nodded as he put a hand on Goten’s shoulder, “I love you son, but this is goodbye.” Pushing his son under the frigid water he held him there. Watched the tiny air bubbles escape from his nostrils and his body jerked for air as his arms shot out of the water grabbing onto Goku’s, trying to escape but failing.

He shook the body in the water, trying to make it stop moving so much, and soon it did. The life had been drained from his son. Finally. He wiped his hands on a nearby towel and tossed it to the ground. He felt part of him die with his son, a part he no longer cared about. He glanced at himself in the mirror. The reflection told him no lies, he was different, blood splattered across his pastel face and a dark gleam in his eyes. He reached for the towel again and cleaned himself off. Cleaned until he sparkled and changes his clothes once again. This was the last time he would visit this house. All memories he was leaving behind, everything that he was died within these walls, and dead things were to be buried.

Proud of his resolution, he lifted two fingers to his head and closed his eyes and within seconds the beautiful stalker was gone.


Vegeta was till sanding in the woods when he felt Kakarott’s ki appear behind him.

“Kakarott,” Vegeta said without turning around, but acknowledging the other’s presence.

“Vegeta,” Goku wanted badly for his Prince to turn around. He hadn’t seen his face in such a long while; he felt as though hew as starving, “Are you okay?”

There was some form of mock laughter that left Vegeta’s lips. “Of course, I’m fine,” he uncrossed his arms and turned to look upon the other man.

“Good! I was so worried about you,” he looked as though he hadn’t been injured at all. He looked beautiful.

“Hn.” Vegeta raised his eyes to Kakarott’s and stared at him, studying him.

“Vegeta? Is something wrong?” Another part of him would have been nervous by now, under the intense scrutiny of his Ouji, but that part was gone. So he stared back and walked a little closer, “What are you doing out here?”

“Gardening. What do you think!? I was meditating. You should do it sometime.”

Goku nodded as if taking it to heart still stepping closer to Vegeta. “What were you thinking about?” These were questions he once dared not ask the little prince.

“You.” There was a slight restlessness about Vegeta’s arms, as if he didn’t know where to place them if they were not crossed about his chest.

“Me?”

“You heard me baka.” This time Vegeta took a step forward and they were only breaths away from each other. “I know what you did for me.”

Goku nearly choked, “Uh…you do?”

“Hn. Yes.”

How did he know? HE supposed it would have come out sooner or later…, but he didn’t seem mad. He seemed more please than anything. This was confusing, but it did comfort him.

“What did I do Vegeta?” He loved to say the Saiyajin no Ouji’s name. Loved hearing it leave his lips and loved the way Vegeta seemed to respond to the way he said it. Like a drug.

“Protected me.” Goku nodded, yes, he did do that. Protected his Prince from all the evil people that were trying to steal him or keep them apart. Soon everyone would be gone and they would be able to be together forever, in peace.

“You lied for me. But Kakarott, I don’t need that. I can take care of myself. I know what I did. Killed those people…”

What!? Oh… this as taking a drastic turn for the worse, “Vegeta! No!:

“Kakarott, it’s okay. I know why I did it. You shouldn’t have lied though, but I understand why you did. I am your Prince….”

“Vegeta…. Please listen to me. You didn’t….”

“Shut up baka!” The Prince nearly pushed him over as his face consumed Goku’s, their lips connecting. He felt the hot tongue of his Prince against his mouth, licking at his lips and he opened it greeting the royal tongue with his own. He wrapped his arms around the smaller body and pulled him closer. He tried to stop so he could explain. He tried to let Vegeta know he didn’t do anything wrong. But it was too much. He couldn’t stop this kiss if the world was in danger.

He felt small hands sifting trough his hair pulling on it. And his teeth gnashed into Vegeta’s as they bit each other’s lips. Hearts pounded through thick chests, their skin was warm and flushed as Goku moved his head back and licked at Vegeta’s one last time.

The Prince stared at him, “You seem different.”

“I am.”