Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Butterfly ❯ Exacting Revenge ( Chapter 12 )

The beginning is written in Vegeta's POV. Sorry if it's a bit OOC but I don't think I've really written in his POV before.

Butterfly

Today he was going to die.

Extremely slowly.

Amazingly painfully.

And with as much humiliation to his Saiyajin pride as physically and mentally possible.

I hadn't killed anyone for a while and, the more I thought about the evil act of which I was about to willingly and eagerly commit to, I realised the want in me. My blood was literally burning like a wooden house on fire - not just because of what he had done to my Bulma, but because I needed to immediately satiate my murderous desires.

My soon-to-be victim shared a dingy house with Raditz, so I knew where I would find him.

I arrived outside the front door within a minute of leaving Bulma and stood outside for a moment, my anger multiplying like germs in a hot place.

Without wasting another precious moment, I raised my slightly shaking hand to touch the wooden door. The red paint was peeling off after years of neglect and I calmly watched the peels float gently to the dirty floor.

Goodbye door.

* * *

The passers by in the street were on there Saturday morning shopping trips and all was well. The sun shone down upon the road brightly and a couple wandered aimlessly down the street with linked arms.

The peace was shattered like a window when a huge bang and a vivid flash interrupted the meanderings of the Saturday shoppers.

People threw themselves to the ground, suspecting a bomb. Others fled the road, screaming bloody murder.

One thing was for certain; something bad was about to happen to someone on this street.

* * *

I stepped through the open doorway and into the grotty house. I took a superior sniff of the air to locate my target and found him to be residing in his bedroom. By the feminine smell of things, there was someone else here and it wasn't Raditz.

I hovered above the barely carpeted floor for two reasons. One: I had just changed my boots and I didn't plan on ruining them by stepping on this shitty floor, and two: for stealth. Nappa's enhanced saiyajin hearing would detect my movements, however light and graceful, before I had even adorned the stairs with my presence.

I could hear exactly what Nappa and his guest were doing and it sickened me. I clicked my fingers out; I couldn't wait to stop it.

I approached the door and pushed it open. I didn't stop to think whether or not the cursed door would decide to squeak. It chose to and I froze in place, terrified that he would hear me. Then I remembered that, hey! Who gave a shit what he would do? He'd be dead soon.

I lowered myself onto the surprisingly clear floor and stalked to the bed like a lion stalking its prey. I picked up Nappa and threw him into he corner without a second thought. I heard his surprised yelp as he landed.

I ignored his questions when I saw who had been underneath his bulky form. The blue hair caught my eye first of all, and for a heartbeat I believed it to be my woman, but then I realised the impossibility of it all. This was just some common whore who looked like Bulma.

And it was exactly that thought that enraged me so.

This was just some common whore who looked like Bulma.

True, her hair was duller and cut in a less flattering cut. She had a less than perfect complexion and her legs weren't quite as heavenly as Bulma's. I could have gone on all day about the imperfections of this prostitute but I didn't. I, who had known Bulma for a very long time (aeons), could spot the differences easily, but to Nappa, anything was better than nothing.

That was the only Kamiforsaken reason he chose her. To be as near to having Bulma as he could be without actually gaining his most sickening desires.

I nearly gagged at that shuddering reflection but I stuck with the task at hand. I determinedly strode to the discarded clothes and speedily picked up as many of the whore's garments as possible. I balled them up and dropped them out the window, disregarding her cries of wrongdoing. I phased out and then in again next to her, causing her to jump amusingly. I smirked the most evil smirk I have ever smirked when she attempted to cover herself up. I reached forward and she must have had some notion that I was going to molest her (that made me laugh; why would I touch her when I had my own cerulean angel to return to?) because she tried to back up against the headboard of the old iron bed. I took her by the shoulders and picked her up. Taking her to the same window that her clothes had exited from, I pulled it open just a little wider. I took a lightning quick look outside to check there was grass underneath the window, before unceremoniously dropping her.

* * *

The passers by received another shock when a naked as the day she was born girl was dropped from the window.

Mothers covered their children's curious eyes and men leered at her.

The woman, forgetting her predicament, gave them a flirtatious wink.

* * *

I took a slow step in the direction of my ex-comrade, followed by another, until I was standing over him with a homicidal glint in my onyx eyes. He cowered beneath me and I laughed my mocking laugh at his cowardice.

Suddenly turning dead serious in the blink of an eye I helpfully told him what this was about.

"I know what you tried to do to Bulma, and you will pay for it. I promise I will make sure you die slowly, painfully and with as much honour as you deserve," his face brightened at this. I finished my sentence, "None."

That was his death sentence.

I set about keeping my promise happily.

When I was done I felt much less angry. After I had finished torturing him into humiliation, I had ripped out his thick throat. The rich, red blood had drenched my bare hands and before it could stain anything else, I brought my scarlet hand up to just in front of his paling, miserable face. If he had had a throat left I'm sure he would have begged me for mercy. Instead he made a pathetic kind of gargling sound as his voice box vibrated in his swiftly exiting blood. I smirked at him to increase the fear factor of his last seconds alive.

* * *

The passers by were now past caring of the events happening in the house across the road.

The bright blue flash got a small look from a few people, but otherwise no other reaction was forced.

* * *

I was extremely pleased with my handiwork. I had worked slowly enough so the pain had petrified Nappa but quickly enough so that the blood had not yet travelled down the mountain that was Nappa's torso and touched the floor.

I blasted the remnants of his throat from my royal hands and sighed.

I had exacted my revenge on behalf of Bulma and myself, and I felt extremely better now.

I hovered to the window and with a melancholy thought that I was the second person to leave the house through the window, I flew back home to wash off the crimson blood dripping occasionally from my hands.

* * *

When a man flew out of the accursed house, no one even bothered to think about it.

AN: Was that a long enough chapter? I'm sorry that they are a bit short, but I don't have a lot of time to make them longer.

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