Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crimes Of The Heart ❯ Chapter 13

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

~ Kiya Sama ~ [1]masque83@hotmail.com

Totally AU

Warnings: Some major pain...

Disclaimers: Do not own, so please do not sue.

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CHAPTER 13:

Goku was silent as they sped towards the outskirts of the city. He
wasn't sure if he had bought Dave's story. According to him, Piccolo
had gotten rid of his own partner, and Dave had quit, not exactly
giving anyone any notice. Dave had told him that his partner had
discovered Piccolo's plans to raid Bejita's incoming shipment of
heroin from Hong Kong.

Goku sighed, remembering the argument Piccolo and he had had over that
particular job. Goku hadn't wanted to do it and Piccolo had not been
very happy, to say the least. Yamcha and he had threatened to quit the
organization and it was only through Bulma's insistence that they
remained with the green man.

~ And now he wants us dead. The bakayaro! ~ His hands tightened on the
wheel in anger as he thought of all the things he would like to do to
his former boss. Stealing a glance at his silent companion, he
wondered what he would have done if Yamcha died. He wasn't sure he
would have been able to handle it. ~ Kami! He could be dead by now!~
Snarling, he pushed his feet harder against the brakes and sped even
faster towards the port.

17 and Trunks waited. They were good at this stuff...waiting that
is...and they had all the time in the world. They watched as the truck
drove into the large parking lot. Several men jumped out and began
unloading the large drums filled marked with the words `oil', yet
containing enough cocaine and heroin to drown a small country. This
was Bejita's incoming shipment and according to the plans outlined by
Vegeta, it seemed like Piccolo's men were also supposed to get to the
goods.

Shifting his feet, 17 looked through his binoculars as the drums were
rolled into the large warehouse. Their mission this time was to plant
the explosives in there as quickly as possible. This was going to a
doozy. Evaluating the situation, he figured that there must have been
about twenty or more security guys that surrounded the building.

"I still say we go through the roof." Trunks said, whispering softly,
although they were miles away on a convenient hill, looking down at
the action.

"Alright. You wait for my signal. Then we blow this baby up." 17
agreed, nodding. "Although I do hate to see good things go to waste."

Trunks grinned and lay next to his mate, clasping hands behind their
heads, as they both watched the stars twinkle brightly in the night
sky. The adrenaline flowed through both men as they contemplated their
upcoming job.

~ Hn. Vegeta was right. This is even more exciting. ~ 17 thought, as
he turned around to gaze lovingly into the eyes of his mate. Leaning
down, he gently kissed the parted lips of the surprised younger man
and whispering softly, he said,

"I love you, Trunks-kun."

Sparkling blue eyes shone back at him in glee and excitement, as he
whispered back in return, "Aishiteru, Juu-chan."

Marianne sipped the tea daintily and placed it back on its saucer
calmly. She stared out at the wet, Paris evening and sighed gently.
She could see her reflection against the clear glass and she smiled
bitterly as memories of the hard times she and Vegeta had gone through
flashed through her mind.

There had been a time when she would have considered death an option.
She hadn't really felt a need to go on living. Since Bejita left her,
she had been a shadow of her former self. Smiling smugly, she mused
over how her life had changed so dramatically.

Vegeta had told her about meeting Bejita that night, and she had seen
the transformation in her son. Vegeta had begun to take more of an
interest in all of his father's exploits. She had watched him take
over the role of paper clipping. She had seen him join the small
illegal business run by a local mob guy and had watched as her
precious son slowly became as ruthless as his father. At first, she
had resisted the money Vegeta had begun bringing in. It wasn't until
they had had their first real conversation together, did mother and
son agree on one thing. Bejita had to pay. Eventually, she had started
working behind the scenes, assisting Vegeta in small missions here and
there. They eventually moved out of the horrid apartment and had
bought a bigger and better house in the uptown area. It never ceased
to amaze her how much things had changed.

She raised her head and watched in contempt as her ex-husband
approached the table. For several long minutes the couple stared at
each other, unspoken words and tense emotions hanging thick in the
air. Marianne had unconsciously been holding her knife in a death grip
and it wasn't until Bejita spoke, that she slowly released it.

"Hello, Marianne." He began softly, "You are looking well."

Nearly shoving the utensil down his throat, she smiled grimly and
replied curtly, "Thank you, Bejita. You do not look so bad, yourself.
Please, sit down."

Bejita made himself comfortable on the chair and tried to smile
sweetly at the stern-looking woman sitting across from him. He began
shifting uncomfortably when she remained mute. Coughing to ease the
tension, he said nervously,

"Umm..this is a really nice café, Mari-chan. I...."

"Please do not call me that." She cut in rudely.

"Oh, come now, Mari-ch...Marianne," he corrected himself quickly, as
he received an icy glare from her. "We don't have to be so formal, you
know."

"Actually we do, Bejita."

Bejita felt himself get very uneasy. What the hell was she talking
about?

"You see, sweetheart." Marianne drawled lazily, placing a grim smile
on her face. "We were never really officially divorced or even
separated."

"And your point is?" Bejita asked, feeling a tad bit too hot.

"My point is, Bejita, I want an official divorce." She spat out. "And
do not think you are going to get out of this one, because I have
already contacted my lawyers and by the right of law and state, I am
free to claim one."

"What..."

"So basically, what I am trying to say, sweetie, is that I have claim
to over fifty percent of your assets. That would include income, home
and investments. And if I do not get my part of the divorce
settlement, I have a right to take you to court to face the judge and
jury on why you left me and a little baby all alone without paying for
child support!" She finished in a snap, grinning inwardly at the
stricken look on the man's face.

Bejita felt as if he were in some kind of a nightmare. He reached for
his glass of water and swallowed it down through parched lips. ~ Kami!
What is this?! ~ Plastering a smile on his face, he replied back
leisurely,

"Alright, Marianne. I guess you are right. No words can describe how
sorry I feel for what happened to you and your...our...son. So to show
my greatest and deepest sincerity, I will speak to my lawyers and by
tomorrow morning, a date will be set up when we can discuss this issue
further. Is that okay with you?"

Marianne stared at him silently for several long moments. Finally, she
snorted and began rising from her chair. Shouldering her handbag, she
leaned forward and whispered bitterly into the man's ear,

"Goodbye, Bejita. I hope you burn in hell." And with a swift move, she
nipped sharply on the earlobe, smirking in satisfaction at the sharp
hiss of pain.

Spinning around gracefully, she walked out of the café, knowing that
she would never see Bejita again.

Two lithe figures jumped across the rooftops of the joined buildings
and landed softly on the main warehouse. Creeping silently across the
rafters, they looked in through the glass window at the activity in
the building. The last drums were being placed and it looked as if
they would be calling it a night. Nodding in unison, the two men slid
the glass window open and making sure that their ropes were harnessed
properly, they swung down noiselessly into the warehouse.

Quickly hiding themselves behind some of the large containers, they
watched as some of the guards exchanged jokes and stories. Signaling
to each other, they began removing the explosives from their
backpacks. Silently they worked, shifting quickly behind the drums, as
they planted each explosive at suitable locations.

With one final check and seeing that everything was in order, the two
figures climbed back onto their ropes and made their way just as
silently out of the warehouse. With perfected skills, they made their
way back to their waiting van. Tearing off their masks, the two lovers
grinned at each other in delight. Holding the button in his hands, 17
smirked at his partner.

"Let's do it together." He muttered huskily, leaning forward to
capture the warm lips again, as he placed their hands on the switch.
"Now!" He groaned as both hands pressed. They released each other as
the explosion created a spectacle of bright, blinding light. A few
bits of debris flew their way, but not bad enough to hurt them.

"Kami, 17." Trunks murmured in apparent lust, already nuzzling into
the pale neck. "I need you, now."

"Yes, koi." 17 replied, as he seized the warmth before him in another
breathtaking kiss. Hands tore feverishly away at clothing, as both men
rubbed against each other in slow erotic motions. Nipples were
tweaked, suckled and rubbed with passion as mouths and tongues tasted
sweat slicked skins. Bodies arched in ecstasy as, both men suckled
swollen glands, wanting to bring each other to the point of no return.
Grunts and pants filled the confined space, as both felt themselves
approach the edge.

Seizing each other's lips in one last passionate kiss, both men
exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm, coating each other's hot flesh
with the sticky evidence of their frenzied coupling. Sagging weakly
against each other, they tried to calm down their raging lust; while
the turbulent fires burned on into the night sky.

Bejita shut his cell-phone with a snap. He was now shaking so badly,
that he felt he was about to go insane. Looking unseeingly out the
limousine window, he tried to calm down his shaking nerves. Everything
was going horribly wrong. His whole world and life was slowly crashing
down around him. Everything he had worked for....gone! His accounts
vanished, his shipments....destroyed in yet another fire. Many of his
strip clubs, bars or restaurants....raided or blown to bits. And to
make matters worse, it seemed like Scotland Yard had evidence of his
dealings and were now making arrests on all those who were connected
to him. There was no doubt in his mind that they would seek him next.

Trembling hands reached for the liquor in the small side bar. He
swallowed the alcohol in gulps and tried to figure out a plan for
escape. Marianne's last threat still rang bitterly in his ear. She had
been serious, no doubt there. The coldness she had spoken with had
been enough to set his teeth on edge. And then there was his son.
Shaking his head, he decided that the best course of action was to
flee the country.

Smiling wanly at the chauffeur, he stepped out of the car and walked
briskly up to his quarters in the large rented chateau. Closing the
door to his bedroom silently, he reached for the small overnight bag
in his closet. The contents of the bag were over a half-billion worth
of gemstones and he smiled grimly as he looked at the contents.
Shoving in some personal items, he zipped it up in a hurry and walked
into his adjoining office. Opening up drawers, he ran fingers through
disks and documentations that might be needed. Moving to the Van Gogh
painting on the wall, he carefully opened up the safe that was hidden
behind it. Picking up his passports and over a million dollars in
cash, he shoved them into the now heavy bag. Making sure that he had
everything he needed, he shut the safe and swiveled around to face the
blank, unreadable face of his son.

"Kami-sama!!" He screamed in shock, as he dropped the bag, holding a
hand over his thudding heart. He staggered backwards a bit, as he
tried to calm his jittery nerves.

"Kami. Vegeta. You nearly gave me a heart attack." He tried to smile
at the stoic expression on the other man's face. Receiving no reply,
Bejita tried to make light of the otherwise tense situation.

"Heh...heh...it's been such a long time, son." He began
conversationally, glancing quickly to see how close he was to his gun.
He noticed that he had left it on one of the small stools in the room
and he began to slowly make his way towards it, all the while keeping
his eyes trained on Vegeta.

"Going somewhere, father?" Vegeta asked flatly, as his eyes fell on
the dropped bag.

Bejita saw the expression, and laughed uneasily. "You know me....a
busy, busy man. I have to travel to places, you know. I mean...you are
a business man, yourself, I am sure....and surely you know how these
things are." He finished nervously, as he reached the gun. Picking it
up in a quick move, he hid it behind his back and gave an even broader
smile to the stern face before him.

Vegeta smirked as he saw the movement. Pushing himself away from his
leaning position against the doorway, he walked leisurely towards the
windows and began speaking casually,

"Such a beautiful night, isn't it, dad?"

"It sure is, son." Bejita replied, frowning at this display.

"You know what I used to wish for when I was little?"

"Umm...no...."

"I used to wish I could be with you always. I wanted to hug you. Just
once. Do you know that?" Vegeta said softly, turning around to stare
at the older man.

Bejita could only gape helplessly as Vegeta approached him slowly.
Stopping only a few inches away from him, Vegeta continued, the same
blank expression on his face.

"May I, father? Just once....just hug you?" He begged.

Bejita couldn't find the voice to refuse, as those black depths, that
reminded him so much of his ex-wife, dared him to refuse. With an
inward sigh, he decided that one measly hug couldn't hurt; after all,
the boy did deserve it. Dropping the gun, he leaned forward and put
large arms around the son he never watched grow up.

"Oh, father." Vegeta murmured huskily as he breathed in the scent of
the man he never knew. "You don't know how long I have wanted to do
this."

Bejita smiled ruefully as he too breathed in the unique scent of his
flesh and blood. It was then that he slowly began to feel the warmth
that seemed to seep out of his chest. Arching eyebrows in confusion,
it took him a minute to realize that the red stain on his white shirt
was actually blood. His blood. The pain followed soon after, as he
realized that his son was still sinking the cold, steel knife into the
muscled skin of his back. Gasping in shock, he tried to withdraw from
Vegeta, but steel arms held him firmly in place. Bejita clawed at the
man's shirt, trying to fight for his freedom, but Vegeta refused,
locking eyes with the man who had brought so much pain and suffering
to his life.

He watched as Bejita's eyes fluttered weakly and then finally gave up
the fight as he collapsed limply in his arms. Vegeta waited for a few
minutes, feeling the man's heartbeat slowly come to a standstill.
Sinking slowly to his knees, Vegeta cradled his father's body in his
arms and let the silent tears fall down his cheeks as the soothing
sounds of `Jingle Bells' floated into the cold room.

References

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