Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Control ❯ Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Control

Author: Rena "Sama"

Contact: soaringshadow@yahoo.com

Date Written: 7-29-00

*NOTE : I realize that a lot of people have read the side story of control before the original story! :P So here it is for all those who haven't read it before, or just wish to read it again. :D

Enjoy ^^

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just using the characters for my own amusement. So don't sue!

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Part 1

I am the prince of the saiyajin!

But my strong, proud race, and my home are no more.

Only three of us remain.

And I, the strongest of us all, made to kneel and give complete, and absolute obedience to the very creature that robbed me of everything.

My home. My people. My father. My innocence. My happiness.

My sanity.

He's made me what I am now. The cold, calculating, fighting genius....empty...and sad. I'm -intoxicated with the badness. I'm in love with my sadness- I'm consumed with it. I can't remember a time when I did not feel that bitter sting of anger.

Anger.

Now I use that as my source of power.

Power.

That's what I want. Strength and power enough to kill the one that has taken so much from me, and to punish all others in my way.

A suitable compansation for all I've lost.

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"Kakarotto huh?" I said inquisitively. Why had Raddikusu not told me there was another of us alive?! Well he's already paid for it...with his life. I should have known he could not handle the job. Now I must go myself. Go and deal with this Kakarotto. One who would dare kill his own kind.

He'll pay.

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Finally! He's here! I would have gladly killed every one of his pathetic little friends if it would have gotten him here faster. My patience is surprisingly short today.

Beating him to a pulp. Feeling the soft resistance of flesh against my punishing fists. A grunt of pain. The rush of adrenaline. The sound of a bone breaking under the force of each punch. The blood of a beaten foe smearing my clothes and running down my twisted, smirking face.

A fight. A victory.

That will improve my mood.

That will be his punishment for not joining me.

We could have been so good together.

Now he'll pay. That beautiful bastard will pay for his insolence. Such a pity to damage that face. That body.

I sneer at this joke of a saiyajin from my perch on a rocky hill.

"What happened to your tail? What they do? Get you while you were sleeping?" I ask derisively. An image of me stroking that very tail ....making him squirm under my touch flashes through my mind. My sneer turns to a grimace. But it's directed at myself now. For letting him distract me. For letting him tempt me. Despite my annoyance with my own weakness, I cannot stop smiling.

I rush him suddenly, taking him by surprise. Our battle finally begins with a flurry of kicks and punches. My last attack just grazes his chest and continues on it's journey; screaming towards the sky. But my ball of fiery ki only a glimpse of the blaze that rages inside me. This fight has excited me. Just as they always do. I look up at him and the gaping hole in his orange and blue gi. The opening revealing a well-defined peck, his pale and now slightly singed flesh. An image of me running my tongue over the scorched skin flashes across my mind. -I need to feel you-

"This guy's too much" he says a little breathless.

I smirk again.

You'll see more of my hidden talents soon ...Kakarotto....

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I can't believe he's beaten me! ME! The strongest of all the saiyajin! I feel my rage boil over, threatening to tear my last shred of sanity.

I'm not strong enough to beat him! How can that be!?

If I can't beat this mockery of the saiyajin race...will I ever have the strength to beat Furiiza!? I may never succeed.

The face of the one who wouldn't join with me, the one who tempts me, the one who beat me so badly, the one who ripped away my confidence burnins forever in my mind. I may never kill Furiiza...his defeat maybe in the distant future. My ultimate goal seems so far away now. But I see Kakarotto's demise much closer at hand. His defeat will have to do for now. It will cool the anger clawing at my mind and soul. For now. I will beat him, best him, make him pay for my battered saiyajin pride. He will acknowledge me as his high prince. He will serve me as I was once made to serve another.

I will make him submit to me.

I will see him kneel before me.

I sneered again at the arousing image that my perverted mind had created.

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Namek. Such a miserable planet. It's too quiet. It's too green.

"Ugh..Damn it's too fucking hot. Will those suns never set!?" I yell disgustedly. But the oppressive heat is a small price to pay for the dragon balls. They will give me more power. Get me one huge step closer to my goal: beating my nemesis Furiiza and my obsession Kakarotto.

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"You little punk! Tell the dragon to make me immortal!! It's our only chance!" I yell at the tiny namek brat. The last thing between me and victory. He says the incantation and the monstrous dragon's eyes glow red.

Finally my day has come! I will have my wish. Have my power. Have my vengeance! I smile, waiting for my dream to come true.

Silence.

"I don't feel any different....I don't feel anything. What's the deal!?" I yell looking from Dende to the dragon. Something's not right. Porunga's coloring begins to fade before it vanishes all together. The dragon balls now lifeless and white come crashing to the ground with a deafening thud.

"Guru...Guru's gone.." the green runt says. "So you mean when that guy bites it....the dragon balls are useless!?" I yell in disbelief.

He just nods. NO!!..no! I was so close! I feel the rage returning. It's so great, and violent it makes my head throb. -Calm down- I try to assess the situation when I hear a familiar voice. I'll remember that sickening asshole's chuckle long after I die.

Furiiza.

"Oh look at this...look what you've done. You tried to call the dragon without me. Naughty."

Fuck! My mind races to think of a plan, think of how I can come out of this the victor. Think of how at least I can come out of this alive. I don't even hear his muttering over the pounding of my heart. I know that becoming immortal was my one real chance to beat him. I know I don't have enough power. Not yet. I can't beat him now. I know I'm defeated before I even throw the first punch.

I try anyway.

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Broken, and bleeding, I blink up from my crater to see Kakarotto standing over me. He's a formless blob of dark orange and black until my vision returns.

"Kakarotto you made it" I rasp out, throwing myself into a coughing fit. I feel suprising and overwhelming happiness at his presence. I know now the saiyajin race will be avenged. He truly is a suupa saiyajin. He has the power. The power I want. I'm almost delirious with a mixture of anger for having been surpassed by him yet again. But overjoyed that soon Furiiza will be no more.

"HAHAHAHAAAA....ha..ha...you don't get it do you Furiiza?! He IS a suupa saiyajin! You don't have a chance!! How fitting it would be for you to die at the hands of a saiyajin!" I continue laughing nearly hysterical now.

"God must be good if he let me live to see this day!" I laugh until I feel the searing heat of a small ki blast penetrate my skin and cut clean through my heart.

"Oh..OH NO!!" I hear Kakarotto scream in disbelief as Furiiza has finally dealt me the final blow. I call my quickly dwindling strength and try to speak over my coughing and the blood in my lungs.

"Kakarotto listen...Furiiza destroyed our birthplace...ask him if you want. He'll tell you....he's proud of it. It's all just a game to him." I feel the tears from years of pain, abuse, anger, and fear, once buried away finally erupt and flow freely from my eyes and over my face.

"Please no more..."

"N..no...you have to hear this...Kakarotto please... kill Furiiza. He made me what I am..Don't..let him...do it...to anyone else. Whatever it takes...stop him...please..."

I've never begged anyone for anything. Swore I wouldn't. But I did. I begged him that day. To avenge me and our whole saiyajin race. I begged him, a third class warrior to do what the proud prince of the saiyajin could not...

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You have beaten my enemy. Succeeded where I have failed. I was not strong enough to beat Furiiza. But you were. You have shown him what it is like being on the receiving end of pain. Like so many of his victims. Like me. They must cheer at his death from the afterlife as I did.

Yet I still feel sadness that his death was not by my hands.

Furiiza is no longer here for me to crush. Now that I am alive and well again...I have a new goal:

The power I desire is still just out of my reach.

I want it.

I will have it.

I will claim it.

I will claim Kakarotto.

I will control both. One way or the other.

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Bejiita. The cocky prince has just emerged from the time chamber with his son Torankusu. He's changed a great deal in that year. His muscles, much more defined, more toned, and barely concealed by his tight, navy spandex. After his nearly constant training, the material is in tatters and shreds. The rips and tears revealing more well muscled, smooth flesh.

Magnificent.

I wonder if he thought of me all of those months nearly alone in the chamber. Did he miss me? Did he burn for me as he does whenever I am near? I know he does. I know him, surprisingly well. I thought of him constantly. Even though to me, he was only gone a day.

"So it worked out... I guess.." I say finally looking into his dark eyes, realizing I had been staring the whole time.

He smirks. As alawys. I love that. I even find myself doing it on occasion.

"Hn..yes..you can leave everything to me now. I will defeat Cell so there's no need for you to attempt the training Kakarotto because I doubt you would survive it." I love the cockiness, the outright rudeness and insolence in his voice. I admire that he always says exactly what he feels, regardless of how others will react. I could never get away with that. For one, I'd never hear the end of it from Chichi. Bejiita, loves to get a rise out of people. I can tell.

I put on the saiyajin armor Buruma brought us and continue to stare at his delectable body. No one looks as good in that armor as he. I stare wantonly before he turns around again to speak.

"There's no need for you to wear that. You won't even get a chance to use it. So why even bother putting it on?" he says smirking and looking so damn sexy I wont to grab you and screw you in front of everyone.

-I need to feel you- Calm down. God! to have you touch me. -You need to feel me- Kami what's wrong with me!? Calm Down!!

"Is that because you plan to finish Cell all by yourself?" I continue our little verbal taunt. "Well I hope you can pull it off." I say smirking back. I only smirk that way when talking to Bejiita. I wonder if anyone else heard the double meaning behind our whole conversation? I know good and well I wasn't talking about Cell when I said 'you can pull it off.' From the way he's staring at me now, so does he.

-I love the way you look at me.-

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I should have know this would not end well. Again you have surpassed me! And others as well! Why am I never victorious! Why am I never the strongest?! Never the one in the lead like I was always destined to be!? How much more must my pride suffer before I get what I want?!

Cell has beaten me. Made a fool of me! Even Kakarotto's brat Gohan is stronger than me now. But he hesitates to kill Cell. He taunts him. Plays with him. Gives him too many opportunities to win. So like a saiyajin. He's thrilled with his new strength he wants to drag this out to show Cell how powerless he really is.

But he plays too long. The crafty Cell has thought of a way out. He threatens to self-destruct. Then Kakarotto steps in and "saves" the day. As he always does.

Like I never do.

"You've done enough Gohan..I'll take it from here" he says confidently. No..NO! You can't!! my mind screams. I know what he means to do. Kakarotto puts two fingers to his forehead and says good-bye. Why did I feel as if he were only talking and looking at me?

Then he's gone. I had missed my chance. Never beat him, bested him, claimed him. Now it's too late. I feel a lump form in my throat at that revelation.

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That was seven years ago. All that time I thought I had lost my chance forever, lost him forever. But now, here he is. It must be a sign. Perhaps today is the day. Perhaps today I will beat him, have have.

I even let that green freak Babidi charm me to give me more power and insure my success. I went as far as to kill half the people in the arena so you'd get angry. So you'd get angry at me. So he would fight me. I remember his expression.That enraged look quickly follwed by an drastic escalation of power and ki sent delicious chills up my spine. I love being able to get a rise out if him...my beautiful saiyajin. No not mine...not yet...someday...today?

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I stand in place waiting him you to get close enough. A look of lust masked by anger and determination on his usually smiling face. I disappear before his fist can connect with my head.

"Right here Kakarotto!" I teleport right behind him and wrap my arms around him tightly. I pull us both towards a long stalactite hanging from the top of the cave. I really had no intention to killing him. Well not that way. I wouldn't kill him...not yet. Not before I have my way with him.

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I wrap my arms around him again. This time nearly crushing his body to mine. -I need to feel you- God to hold him again. I press myself a little closer so he can feel my erection. Feel what he's does to me. What he's always done. -You need to feel me- How I wish he would.

"Pretty good Bejiita... you've gotten me excited" My heart beat oddly in my chest at his words. Oh god stop talking! -I need to get his voice outta my head-

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Even after all I had said to him that day. Said how much Kakarotto had changed me. How much I am in awe of him, his power and his strength. How I bared my soul to him. Yet I was unsuccessful. He did not come around. He did not submit to me as I had hoped he would after I voiced my true feelings. Told him that there was method behind my madness. Yes, he have driven me to madness. -I can't control you-

I'm obsessed with him. I've always wanted to best him, to possess him, caress him, consume him.

But I can never have what I want.

Even after the help of Babidi's magic I failed. I tried to claim him. Hold him close in my arms. Maybe then ge would understand. But he misunderstood. He took it as if I'd meant to hurt. In a way, I did. I wanted to punish him. Cause him pain. Punish him for taking my last bit of sanity, when I didn't think I had any left. For never seeing me as I saw him. For always being stronger. For always doing what I never could.

I wanted him to taste just a fraction of the pain I felt every day of my life. Maybe then I'd finally get through to him and I'd finally win him over. Even then, I could not.

It was I who would only get a taste. The small, fleeting, pleasure of his warmth. His body close to mine. His scent. Could I ever have his heart as well? I didn't think so then; feeling touches hidden in battle would be all I'd ever get. He'd could never truly reciprocate my feelings. But I am too far-gone to care. Too much in love with him, chained to him, drawn to him, trapped. -I hope that someday he will let me go....release me....release from this torment my love and lust for him has inflicted on me nearly from the moment I first laid eyes on him.

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I thought, actually dared to dream that I'd had finally gotten through to him. My obsession, Kakarotto. So much had happened from the time I fought him under the lie of working for Babidi. Then working along side him against Buu. Now, something in him, in his whole demeanor has changed. He is always far closer to me than need be. His touches a little too often to be an accident. Every time he walks past me, every time he comes near me, close to me, I can smell hisr sweet, tangy, sweat. His musk. His delicious scent. A unique scent that only he has. I lick my lips.

-I want you-

My vision starts to haze and the colors aren't quite right. I can feel the constant reminder of my lust and craving of him burning between my legs. Damn it! I can't think about this now! We have to find the others and get out of here before we too are absorbed. Kakarotto prattles on about something. I suppose I should listen but I'm not thinking straight any ways. I just stare. Watching his muscles flex under his clothes as he walks.

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I feel his gaze on me again. He has that look in his eyes again. Every time I walk by, or whenever I am near, whenever I'm too close. -I love the way you look at me- Like he can just barely keep his hands to himself. He's probably not even listening to me as I speak. I love testing his control. He always strives to have it, whether it's over others, himself, or his own urges. But he fails miserably. I can tell my teases, my touches, my nearness, got him hot. Spandex isn't THAT tight. I think I'll tempt him some more. I love being able to get a rise out of him, like he enjoys getting a rise out of others. I Love making him burn. Burn for me Bejiita...like I burn for you.

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Damn you Kakarotto! He knows how much he effects me! Bastard! Beautiful, infuriating bastard. Why do I feel this way for him. Why do I feel for him at all? But I already know the answer by now. Damn him! And damn Buu. That pink asshole is making fun of me! He taunts me. He pops up only for a moment just to vanish again into a cackling pile of goop. Once he finally lingers and laughs long enough for me to plan an attack.

I crouch low and prepare to attack but Kakarotto comes near again. Don't come any closer! my mind screams. But he can't hear it. He presses himself against me, close to me, too close. I can feel his heart beat against my arm, his erection against my rear. I can feel it pulsing through his clothes. -I need to feel you - so badly. I'm straining not to push myself closer to him. Not to rub myself against his heat. His whole body is molded to mine as we launch an attack together. Buu temporarily explodes into a cloud of pink mush. But Kakarotto still stays. Move!! His throbbing hardness still pressed to me, his scent even more powerful because of his close proximity. It's overwhelming, and my resolve is slipping fast. My heart thudding hard in my chest.

"How long are you gonna squeeze yourself against me!?! We have to destroy the remains of Buu!!"

"Oh yea" he says laughing as if he forgot where we are. Such a tease. You'll pay for that one.

Move damn it!! I he doesn't soon my body might betray me. I contemplate just grabbing him and fucking him right here on the floor in front of Buu. I wonder if I could make him turn a darker shade of pink.

TBC