Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fathoming Love ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

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Fathoming Love
Chapter 10
The Story Of Zarbon
 
 
“And so that was that.” Vegeta said dryly. “I stayed several days on Nomache, delving into every sexual escapade I could. Birth control on Nomache was like the 8th food group, given at every meal in nearly every shape and flavor you could think of. A female didn't have children until she and her partner for that time, wanted it. And so although the thought never once crossed my mind or would have even registered at that time, I was lucky enough not to have spawned any bastards at such a young age, the way that many human males do, strangely enough.
 
“Disease was unheard of on Nomache, abortion, the disgusting act humans alone invented, and would have been an absolute abomination.”
 
“No other planets have abortion?” I wondered out loud.
 
“Not one that I have seen.” He shrugged.
 
“And you despise it.” I said, rather insulted that he was so single minded on this issue, when he claimed that humans were the “narrow minded breed of Nazis.”
 
“Destroying something that has had no chance of life or any way to speak up or defend itself is dishonorable.”
 
“And yet how many times have you done that very same thing Vegeta?” I accused. “You say that's its dishonorable and yet you have taken the lives of countless women and children, even men that could do nothing to stop you. What right have you to tell someone whether or not they can have a child? What right does a murderer have to judge someone else who he claims in some way or another has done the same thing?”
 
“Tazial, I understand the other side.” He said plainly.
 
“And who are you to decide what's best for someone else? What about birth complications? What about rape victims!?”
 
“And what percentage does that cover Camden?” He said, rolling his eyes. “Last I heard it was 5 perhaps 6 percent? And yet so quaintly used by those who “fight for their rights.” Killing is killing. At least I don't try to justify what I've done.”
 
I looked away, not willing to see this from his point of view. Perhaps I would have listened to someone else's opinion on this topic, but not his. Truth be told, I've never really stood on the side of abortion, sickened by the fact that it has become a form of birth control. But I wasn't about to let a serial killer state his self righteous opinion, be it true or not.
 
“Lets not talk on that.” He suggested. “It doesn't matter anyways does it? Opinions, opinions. Everyone has one. And yet it doesn't change what happens. Not globally at least.
 
“As I was saying, I spent several days in the company of Zarbon and hundreds of others, indulging in group orgies, sex celebrations, and intercourse with women, which was to become my ultimate favorite.
 
“Its so impossible to describe isn't it? Trying to tell someone who's never done the act is like trying to describe the ocean in all its beauty to someone who's never seen it. In the end, you feel like a sappy fool, putting emphasis on the ultimate feeling it presents, the completion, the idea of being whole when you'd never realized you were incomplete before.
 
“That's the thing about sex which people don't understand, even those who engage in it. We're addicted to it not just for the physical pleasure, but for the sensations that course within us. The truth that this was how we were meant to be. I believe in soul mates to an extent. I truly believe that we were meant to find someone who fits us sexually, because only in sex can you know a person entirely. When the gorgeous sensations you always feel, reach a point to where you're simply blown away, thrown into an orgasmic wave of pleasure inside and out, and you awaken to realize that feeling isn't entirely gone, but still lingers even after wards………. That, in a simple, incomplete definition, is love.
 
“And to believe that God gave us the blessings of such pleasure only to deny us of it, seems absolutely ludicrous. And I suppose I've always believed this. Believed that I was taking a break from my evil life when I was pushing and pumping inside a beautiful Nomachean girl, the sweat pouring down my face as I kissed her over and over, hearing her scream out curses and obscene language in her bliss, making me go again and again until I simply pushed her away from me, wherein she stood up proudly before collapsing in an exhausted heap two feet from the door.
 
“I was in Heaven, pressing my lips to Zarbon's the following day as we lay side by side beneath two immaculate concubines. For a few days, I forgot my misery. For a few days, I knew what it was to be truly happy. To be content. To smile.
 
“For a few days.”
 
“And what happened then?”
 
“Then life happened. The life I'd been living came back, and I was returned to it, watching the beautiful, glossy surface of Nomache's oceans, glitter in the far distance, my feet no longer bare, and digging into the soft, pliable soil, but booted and placed upon hard concrete and metal.
 
“I guess I must have held a grudge against Zarbon, disgruntled by the fact that he'd shown me an act that could bring about such bliss and now was denying me of it. I felt as Adam must have felt, cast out of paradise and angry towards God for showing it to him in the first place.
 
“Yet in all my indignation, I could not regret having discovered the secret of my happiness. `All those wasted years,' I mused.
 
“When we returned to the ship, we were immediately assigned to another planet, a purging mission, as were all the others before Nomache. And I hated Frieza more than ever. As I was to learn not even a year later, at the age of fourteen, so did Zarbon.”
 
“You mean he didn't hate him before?”
 
“Oh yes, I'm certain he did, as I knew then. But to what extent? To what depths and lengths and for what reason? I'd never really thought of it. I was young and self centered, as I admittedly have always been. But it was on the night that I came into our room and noticed that Zarbon slept in the center, unmoving and unwilling to let me in, that I realized how great his hatred truly was.
 
“ `What's wrong with you?!” I demanded indignantly, trying unsuccessfully to shove him towards his side. He simply lay there like a rock, reading a dusty old book, rescued from a purged planet.
 
“ `What have I done this time Zarbon?” I spat, crossing my arms and glaring down at him. “Serumfid started that fight and I felt compelled to end it! So don't go on and on with your horrible little speeches about the dangers of fighting alone, or how I don't know my opponent well enough or how-”
 
“ `Are you going to continue you like this all night brat Prince, or would you shut your pompous little mouth long enough to hear my explanation?” he said in his smooth, haughty voice. It was then that I took the time enough to notice his anger, his teeth clenched together in his mouth until his jaw was well formed like two circles in his cheeks, his eyebrows appearing as one finely sculpted line.
 
“I recall thinking that I'd certainly out done myself this time, finding a way to exceedingly piss him off. I sat down at the edge of the bed, scanning the room for my clothing cabinets and drawers and to my dismay, seeing none.
 
“ `They're in the other room Vegeta.” He was quick to answer, perhaps noting my distress. “They're in your room.”
 
“ `My room?” I said quietly, trying to be respectful, which, for a hothead like me, was more difficult that you'd expect. “Zarbon this is my room. Our room.”
 
“ `Not anymore,” he shook his head. “You've become a man now, grown up. I've treated you like a child and I shall indulge in that no longer. Its time you were more on your own. More independent instead of counting on me all the time. I……. I wont be around forever to save you from these scraps you're strangely obsessed with and when the time comes when I cant defend you, you'll need all the survival skills you can get.”
 
“ `So you're kicking me out so I can survive on my own?” I spat. “This is insanity! You say I'm a man and yet you're kicking this “MAN” out of his own bed?! Zarbon, I've been a man for quite some time now and you choose tonight to exercise your knowledge in this? Scoot over, let me in.”
 
“But he remained steadfast, sitting up and scowling at my attempts.
 
“ `No Vegeta. Go to the other room.” He pointed towards the door at the far side of his jungle like habitat.
 
“ `This is ridiculous! Make me a “man” tomorrow you fool!” I hissed sarcastically, grabbing for the covers.
 
“ `Vegeta I said NO!” And without a warning he punched me right across the room, stomping over to me as if to beat me senseless. But rather than take it without defiance, as I might have only a year or two before, I stood up angrily and punched him right back, square in the nose, something I'd never, NEVER done before.
 
“At first I was stunned, having punched so many men before until it became easy and perfected for me. But to have punched HIM? I was baffled by it. He had been thrown, unguarded towards the bed, only landing a foot from it, a good 8 or 10 feet from where I stood. His eyes looked like two big white Frisbees on his face, his color turning from a creamy, bluish green color to a flushed emerald almost forest green.
 
“ `You……… You just hit me!” he stammered, as if he had to inform me of what I'd done.
 
“ `And I intend to do it again if you deny me sleep one more time!” I threatened, completely bluffing. I had no intention of EVER slipping up and smacking him again. But he just sighed, looking utterly defeated, though his nose didn't even bleed, something I found myself oddly enough angered over.
 
“ `Come here.” He ordered, a bit too posh for my tastes. I stood my ground, my arms crossed and my eyes staring down at him. I wasn't about to move a muscle to satisfy his orders. My face was throbbing from his blow.
 
“ `You make me come over there.” I snarled between my teeth, my primal side awakening in my anger. “Come over here and get me if you can manage.”
 
“He was silent and didn't move a muscle. Frustrated with confrontation, I gave slightly, turning my back to him and marching towards the door he'd tried to smash me into.
 
“ `You want me out, fine.” I said, turning the door knob. “You got your wish.”
 
“ `Come here.” He said so calmly I almost obeyed. But I was a proud, arrogant teenager, not about to let him woo me by his soft, tantalizing voice. He'd pushed me to my limits this night and until the temper was at bay, there'd be no reasoning with me. Besides, I was just down right stubborn.
 
“ `Valique, please.” Zarbon breathed in a tired whisper. I stopped in my tracks, my hand on the door as I turned towards his broken looking form, leaning against the edge of the bed, his nightwear in tatters due to his sliding across the ground. A sad look crossed his beauteous features, calming my tantrum.
 
“ `I knew some day it would come to this.” He said softly. “We've gotten too close…. I care for you, too much. Frieza is beginning to realize this, despite my best efforts to conceal it from him. I cannot have you become a weakness for me Vegeta. I cannot be vulnerable in my feelings for you.”
 
“ `What are you trying to say Zarbon?” I asked, my hand still on the doorknob, still reluctant to move towards him.
 
“ `If Frieza is made aware of my protectiveness of you, he will use it against us both.” He spat between his teeth, glaring at the floor. “He'll use you as a way to control me, to make me do whatever he wishes by threatening your life. He knows this. He's done it before.”
 
“ `But Zarbon,” I insisted. “He already controls you. He controls both of us.”
 
“ `Not entirely young prince.” He growled. “Not entirely. There is still so much you have to learn. So much you don't know about him.”
 
“ `Then tell me.” I implored, cautiously moving towards him. “Tell me what I need to know in order to defeat him.”
 
“At this he laughed bitterly, shaking his head and crawling into a more comfortable sitting position.
 
“ `You can't defeat him Vegeta.” He chuckled. “But you can deny him. And this is what got me where I am. Sit, here.” He patted the spot across from him. “Let me tell you my story. Perhaps then you'll understand my intentions were purely for your benefit. Perhaps then you'll simply understand me more.”
 
“I listened for once, and sat across from him, watching his shapely lips move as he told his story.
 
“ `You know I am an Aqualian, a strong race of warriors with the power to change their bodies into the perfect fighter. We were smart, resourceful, efficient, and powerful beyond normalcy. For these crimes, our planet was attacked by Frieza, when I was at the age of thirty years old.
 
“ `But I'm getting ahead of myself. Perhaps I should slow down, and give you the honor of the tale in its proper telling.
 
“ `At the age of eighteen I was married to Symone, a beautiful Aqualian with glistening yellow eyes and hair much prettier and longer than mine. The Aqualian women were beautiful in appearance, but Symone had the power to stand out amongst them. For although she was stunningly attractive, her mind and aura were simply mind blowing and it was for these that I asked her to marry me, even when were probably too young to dedicate ourselves to such a commitment.
 
“ `When I was twenty three and she was the tender age of twenty, we had our first child, a boy, and I called his name Hemnock, after my father. We lived together in a bliss that I can only remember in dreams, just the three of us, growing stronger and learning more about one another each day.
 
“ `I remember waking up, the sun just rising above the far away mountains and Hemnock laying over me, pleading with me to take him fishing. We would climb trees, we would speak to each other, he would recite poetry he was fond of and I would tell him war stories that my father had told me. Hemnock would stare at me wide eyed as I told him of my father's victories, his struggles in war time and in peace times. And then he would smile, a big wide grin, like his mothers and tell me that if the time came, he'd be the first into battle. He had to protect me and `mama' he said.
 
“ `At night he would beg me relentlessly,” he laughed. “ `Tell me a story about Valique! Tell me about the time he fought Herinick!” Herinick was our devil, our incarnation of evil and darkness. And so I would stay up against Symone's wishes and tell him stories about the cherub faced angel Valique, and his courageous victories. Valique was always his favorite hero.”
 
“I saw a fresh line of tears wallowing at the bottom of his eyes but he stilled them as I expected, and continued.
 
“ `I was occupied as an advisor for the emperor, my position envied and respected by every being on my planet. I was also the Chief of Arms, controlling the fire power and heavy artillery in case of an attack. For these reasons, I was in attendance when Frieza requested an audience with us.
 
“ `We were ignorant of his title, of his power. Of the monster he was. But he knew us and our destruction was eminent. You see, he feared us Vegeta. As he feared your race, the Saiyans. For your potential. For your strength and the legendary super being that would surface from amongst you. Alone Aqulians can be defeated. But together, our loyalty and our care for our families and friends would spur us into victory. We were a threat. A disease that had to be cured quickly before spreading.
 
“ `As soon as Frieza's ship landed, a thousand men in battle armor burst out, guns firing madly as we scattered in all directions. Men, women, children. You've seen how these have no affect on him. He began killing himself, bare handed, slaughtering everyone he could. I tore away from the scene, knowing the seemingly cowardice act would leave my men defenseless, but I had to protect who I could, knowing, just KNOWING we didn't stand a chance against their advanced weaponry.
 
“ `I dashed towards the pod launch, grabbing children along the way, as many as I could fit in my arms and encouraging others to do the same. I screamed at everyone to hurry. To forget their belongings, their supposed treasures. To escape with their lives and with their children. Aqualia had never been under attack before from an outside source and so mass chaos erupted, and sadly, most people didn't believe me or take my warning. And within seconds of their hesitation, they paid with their lives.
 
“ `I began to toss children, some nine to ten years of age, some still toddlers and infants, into pods, three or four at a time, launching them towards our only known ally in the galaxy. For what need is there for allies when you have no enemies? And as quickly as I could, I launched them into space, their families crying out in shock and in hatred at what I'd done. But then…….. they didn't know that it wasn't their infants who would ultimately pay the price.
 
“ `Launching one more, I was grabbed by my hair and thrown backwards, my fists pounding at the first thing I could. Which, unfortunately turned out to be Frieza himself. I don't think I've seen him as furious as I did right then. His face was an absolute mask of rage and he tore the braid viciously from my head, tearing my scalp as my precious hair went. This was a great dishonor to me you can imagine, as Aqualians were known for their beautiful appearance. But that is another matter.
 
“ `GIVE ME THE COORDINATES FOR THEIR DESTINATION!” Frieza screamed, grabbing my face. My jaw was crunched by his enormous power and I could barely speak the words enough to say a great, mighty “fuck you” right in his wretched little face.
 
“ `I said GIVE THEM TO ME!” he ordered. But I merely shook my head, preparing myself to die, just waiting for his blow to strike and my family's fate to be out of my hands and tossed into the awaiting palm of this monster. But it never came.
 
“ `I opened my eyes to see him calmly looking down at me, gathering his wits and running his horrible fingers through what was left of my hair. “Such a pretty thing,” he crooned in that phony voice of his. “I don't want to hurt you. I'll spare you in fact, if you simply give me the name of the planet you sent them to. That's all I want. Its simple. Give me the name and I'll let you go.”
 
“ `No.” I said, looking into his eyes. “Spare my family. Promise you'll spare them and I'll tell you where those pods are going.”
 
“ `I know he hated this agreement, this settling between us. But he smiled, his purple lips big and wide as he nodded. I was a fool Aqualian at the time, having no idea of the deceit which the rest of the universe delves into. We were an honest people. And as he asked for the address and area of my home, I told him freely, planning within my own mind to give him the name of a fake, dead planet.
 
“ `When my wife and Hemnock were brought before me, and I looked into Frieza's eyes as he grabbed Symone, I screamed in horror. I knew. I'd given him their hiding place and he would use them as hostages for what information he wanted. And that's exactly what he did.”
 
“ `Did you tell him where the others were?” I asked, not surprised even in the slightest over Frieza's deception.
 
“ `I gave him the name of a planet. But their destination? No. Never. I knew our raced needed to survive. I knew that there had to be a hope, a future. It was like a premonition. I simply KNEW what would become of those left on Aqualia. That we were doomed. That we would die. And that there would be no Aqualia after this day.”
 
“ `So what did he do?” I asked.
 
“ “After I told him the name of some random planet in our corner of the universe?” he said softly. “He killed her. Ripped her head off her body as if undoing a zipper. Then he threw it at me and demanded a soldier to dispatch with both me and my son. I knew as he turned his back that this was my only chance, and summoning my greatest power and greatest speed, I flew with my son in my hands toward the last remaining pod, jamming Hemnock into the cramped compartment and pressing the launch button right as the guards latched onto my wrists and tore me down onto the ground.
 
“ `I didn't even fight them, looking up as Frieza prepared to blast my son's pod directly out of the sky. I screamed out in fury, tearing like a barbarian at my captors and throwing myself directly at the monster who had killed my wife. I slammed into him with all my might, knocking his blast off target right as the craft disappeared into the aqua sky above.
 
“He began to scramble out of my grip, twisting and hitting me, but I felt none of it as I simply held on until I knew my body could handle no more and that my son was safe from him, my mind the only key to his discovery. For no one else on this planet knew exactly where I had sent them and our computers kept no record of launch sequences. I alone knew and for this knowledge, he can never truly control me.”
 
“ `So why did he keep you?” I wondered, staring at him.
 
“ `Because I was the only person who knew where the remaining Aqualians were, and because Frieza hated to be inefficient. That and because he was a collector of beautiful and powerful things. My appearance alone would have spared my life, my heroic sacrifice yet another.”
 
“ `So why must I sleep in my own room!?” I whined. “Its ludicy!”
 
“ `Because he knows I care for you!” Zarbon screamed, moving towards me and grabbing my shoulders. I was alarmed at his sudden outrage, his movements too quick for my eyes to catch.
 
“ `Because he knows that in the minute I learn to love you, to truly love you, I will be vulnerable. And because he knows that when that time comes, I will have the choice to either surrender the coordinates of my son and the remaining Aqualians or watch you die.”