Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Diamond Heart ❯ Becoming ( Chapter 8 )

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"Diamond Heart"

Chapter 9: Becoming

And before Bulma stood a man, a human man- or so he looked. The only thing that would set him apart from any other male human was the giant black wings protruding from his back.

Bulma smiled.

"I will do more. I will teach you how to be human."

Vegeta looked at his hands. Strong and powerful. He swept them through his flame-like hair in nervousness.

"And that, Bulma, is what frightens me most."

He stood there, assessing his appearance, painfully aware of what he had become.

"Vegeta? How did you do that? Are you okay?"

"Dragons are very powerful, Bulma, there is little that is beyond our reach and yes, I am well."

Bulma laughed and her eyes swept his figure. He was… There are no words to describe such beauty in such power. He stood before her naked and she could not help but take in his appearance.

He was shorter than Goku, but much taller than herself. His body was muscular and tan, hair-ebony and shot up in a flame shape. And his eyes- dark, deep, and black. He was a very handsome man-except for those wings.

They weren't even mammal-like, instead they were scaled. Like a dragon…

"There's got to be some clothing in here somewhere to fit you. I'll make adjustments to it for those wings of yours."

Vegeta flared his wings out in pride and flowed Bulma as she searched through the chests and cases that littered his "lair."

"I need no garments. I am not some frail human who needs shelter from his environment." The man-dragon scoffed, angered that he was now a man and that meant more than flesh and tear. It meant becoming…

Becoming. And then… Belonging.

"I can see that Vegeta, but as a human you need to wear clothes. It's decent."

He snorted.

"As a human."

She sighed and resumed her search for human attire. As she moved from chest to pile he began to study her movements and body structure. He hadn't realized this before, but in this form she was… appealing. Several times his gaze rested on the swell of her bosom or the curve of her hips and he felt a warmth emitting from his lower abdomen.

He was glad she had found pants for him first.- Oddly he felt ashamed of his desire for her. He had scolded her desire for her mate and what was he now? A parasite in heat.

"Vegeta! Hello? Are you with me here?"

"Yes. I never left."

"Ri-ight! I've been trying to get your attention for the last ten minutes but you've been of in la-la-land. Now, here, try on the shirt to make sure it fits."

"La-la-land?"

"Take the shirt and don't ask." Bulma thrust the garment in his arms and waited until he had tried it on. Bulma prided herself on the tailoring- the fit was perfect.

"Will you need a coat or anything?"

"Am I not clothed enough?" Vegeta blanched.

Bulma laughed. "Fine! Vegeta, fine. You had better get some rest, tomorrow… Tomorrow I want to leave."

Vegeta's eyes suddenly were focused on hers, no longer aware of his irritation at her.

"To your stallion."

It was a simple statement, but at that moment he realized that being in this body meant something more, something painful… He was one of them! A parasite! And yet… he knew that forever in this body- forever with her meant something… something the dragon could never understand, a something he was only beginning to understand and feel and ache.

And he was beginning to become. And then he would belong. He had planned to exact revenge on those parasites! He had dreamed of their genocide. He had dreamed of their blood running the rivers and bathing his soul. Now he would be one of them and there would be no dragon left, only a woman whose soul ached to fly and a man who would reside in flesh, but remember his kin. Vegeta thought of transforming back, but forever without her… He was becoming. He could feel his insides twist and moan.

Bulma turned and traveled over to her usual resting place, lying down on the soft cushions. She closed her eyes and he knew she was asleep immediately. He could feel her heart beat from where he stood. It matched his own.

Realization painfully overwhelmed him. He smiled.

Forever with her meant pain and unhappiness. She had her stallion; she had her heart's desire. He was left in desire… this human body making it all the more painfully clear.

And it was beautiful.

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Goku glared at the wall.

"Fuck."

He glared harder.

"Dad? I need to talk you."

Goku looked at his son and then back to the wall.

"Not now." He barked.

"Dad, you can't ignore me. Goddamn it Dad! Will you listen to me? You… you never used to be like this."

"Don't damn God. You can send something to hell if it doesn't exist."

Gohan's fists curled and uncurled. If Mom were here… Damn it. She wasn't. And Gohan was going to have to face it: she was dead. That beast had killed her along with every hope of keeping his family together. His brother was dead and his father might as well be. His father. He had become so distant. He was becoming… He was degrading… He was different. No longer was the man that had taught him how to hunt and fish in the summer or run from his mother and her frying pan even when it was obvious to them both that he could overcome her in seer strength alone. His father… He was so empty, as if Mom were all and everything that made him.

"What does exist to you then Father? I want to know, `cause I as sure as hell don't."

"You do son, you do. You exist and I exist and no god put us here, no loving god."

"No."

Goku spun around, the wall no longer interesting. "Excuse me?"

"No. What if Mom were here, what would she say?"

"Well, she isn't. "God" made sure of that! Because the God of your mother no longer is with us, he left with her!"

"No!" Gohan remembered that old book his mother pulled out every night and how she spoke of God. He gave Gohan so much hope. Bulma's words and He were all that Gohan was living for now… Or living with.

"Then where is God? Where Gohan? Where was God when that bastard beast stole your mother? Where was God when the King refused me? Where was God when I had to take up the sword again? Where was he? Where is God when I am in pain because whenever I look at this damned white wall all I see is blood? Where is the fucker? Huh? My son we are alone. We are forsaken."

"God is here and just because can't feel him doesn't mean he is gone. And when the day comes Mom, Trunks, and me and you will all be together. It will be soon, Dad don't worry. God's eternal promise will unite us! And that's why I'm going into battle. The next time we fight I will lead my regiment into death."

Goku spun, his eyes frantic with worry. "Gohan… what are you saying?"

"Father… I can't wait."

"Are you speaking of suicide? I won't let you do this."

"It's already done and cannot be undone, you know this."

"Fuck! You're thirteen- almost fourteen, Gohan! What would your mother say?"

"I know what mother would say." Gohan's voice was dull and lifeless. "And I know… and I know that these last long months have made me not care. I have not had a mother or FATHER to control my life and it makes me empty. I want her back as much as you do and if dying is what it takes to get you to see that I still have a father, a father that Trunks was without in his final moments, then so be it! I have lost one parent and a brother so I'll be damned before I lose you too. If it's not too late now."

"Dear God, Gohan… my son."

"Dear God is right. Now pray for me Father. I have training."

Gohan turned on his heel and left. Goku just noticing he wore a scarlet belt and short-sword on his waist.- the uniform of an elite soldier. Son of the General- Goku the Bloody.

Goku glared at the white wall and blood clouded his vision.

"Where are you Bulma? Where is God? Damn you both. Damn you to hell."

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