Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fathoming Love ❯ Chapter 18 ( Chapter 18 )

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

“Its amazing, the desperation that heartbreak can place you in. How jealousy can make a monster out of even the most congenial people. But it can. By God, it can.

“I was to learn as time progressed, that my fear of Zarbon’s jealousy was not to be downplayed nor to be ignored. At times when I would look at him, feeling nothing of that same idolism I’d experienced years before, I would realize just what an effect Faraque had had on me. She freed me. She freed me from the cowardly, doggedly creature I’d been under Zarbon’s affections. I’d been his pet all along, too blind, too proud to accept it. I’d been obsessed with him and had she not come along, I’d still be his little dog, tagging by his side like a submissive beast and perceiving his beauty as Godlike.

“But Zarbon had considerably paled to me, as I found beauty in only Faraque, so lost in my infatuation with her. And the worst part, was that he knew it. Smart as he always had been, he would gaze at her in only enmity as if she was Frieza himself, come to take me away. Rather than play the cool, aristocratic Prince, as he did with most anyone else, Zarbon would regard her as he would a pauper, one of the lessers of the ship. He treated her with nothing less than poorly concealed hatred and I despised that he did it that way.

“It was unnecessary and I took the proper occasions to inform him of his impertinence towards her. He would merely stare down at me, crossing his arms and flashing a coy grin as if to say “sure, I’ll pretend I’m sorry. I’ll be the little pet this time. I’ll be good for now.”

“As time passed, as our attachment grew, Faraque herself would use every possible excuse to escape any sort of conversation with Zarbon, avoiding him like the plague.

“ “There is evil in dat’ man.” She would say in her defense as I would scold them both privately. “I see monster inside him.”

“ “Faraque, that’s ridiculous.” I would sigh. “Zarbon simply seems that way. Get to know him. He’ll fall perfectly in love with you if you give him a chance.”

“But she never tried. She would never admit it, but she was terrifically afraid of him, insisting that where I saw minor coolness and perhaps a bit of jealousy, was instead evil at its purist, and raw hatred that obeyed no bounds of sanity. She was positively terrified of him and wanted to know if and when I was going on a mission without his company. Now that I think back on it, I’m almost certain that Zarbon must have been threatening her behind my back, scaring the wits out of her, leaving her to rely souly on me for protection.

“But despite all of the controversy, the dead, detached words, the crazy looks I got from both parties, it was the last straw when the birthday part of my 21 year came around and I invited Faraque as my companion rather than Zarbon.

“It was a slap in his face. A blow to his pride as his precious Valique abandoned him for a foreign slave. To be outclassed by an underclass. It was the last string of his sanity. He snapped. No, he didn’t show that he snapped, but as he watched me stand upon that stage, being honored by Frieza for my many years of hard work, Faraque dressed in virginal white by my side, a cold feeling came into my body when I looked at him.

“He looked suddenly dead in my eyes, as he had in that dungeon so many years ago. He looked not sad, nor even his suicidal self that I’d seen on rare occasions. I saw suddenly, a glimpse of the monster that Faraque saw. He had unknowingly transformed into his hideous Aqualian form, the swollen, scally creature that gazed with promising eyes right back at me. His elaborate outfit had been torn by the mutation and there was blood in his hands from his fingers digging into his palms.

“He was not right. He was suddenly out of his mind. A mindless, consciousless beast filled with hatred. Like a charging bull, so enraged that not a thought besides revenge enters its mind.

“Faraque noticed too, as a barely discernable gasp came from her, her knuckles turning white as she held unto my hand. Catching himself, Zarbon cleared his throat, quickly turning back into his beautiful form and wiping imaginary dust off of his dangling suit, as if embarrassed. But to my surprise, he merely looked right back up, first to me, then to Faraque, with a big, insane smile.

“I should have known then. But I didn’t.”

“What happened?!” I insisted, unable to believe that the gentle scholar Zarbon would do anything so uncouth and rash at a birthday party. “Surely he didn’t……”

“Let me tell the story Tazial.” Vegeta said softly.

“Right, right.” I nodded, gesturing to the recorder.

“As tense as things were, they only got more so after that occurrence, Faraque insisting with wide, fearful eyes that I change the code to our quarters, that I create a password that Zarbon didn’t know. That I end all attachments to him as quickly as I could. Of course, I thought this was all preposterous and would have none of it. Negligent as I was, I had never ended my friendship with Zarbon and although rather awkward, he was still my favorite purging partner. And so, with a young man’s faith and trust, I disregarded her well-founded fears and tried to return to life as I had created it.

“I hated Frieza more than anything as I always had. I worked as hard as possible to become the strongest. I slept with Faraque and forsook my other servants when it came to bed matters. And I spent less and less time with my former idol, Zarbon.

“Little did I know, that I was hurting him worse than Frieza ever could. Little did I realize……… Little did I realize, I was slowly killing him.

“It wasn’t until I walked into his quarters one day, seeing to my confusion and minor disgust that he was thoroughly fucking the brains out of one of his boy servants, that I realized how sick, how twisted, and how completely in love he was with me. My insides sank as I noticed how much the boy resembled me, the olive skin, the pretty face, the black hair and all the little features that made me feel like I was looking at a picture of my former self.

“The boy’s head was raised as he laid on his stomach, his legs spread out as Zarbon dominated his body, pumping furiously against his back side, sliding up and pulling out with a few harsh grunts here and there. The boy looked positively white, Zarbon gripping his hair and yanking his head back to kiss his neck and hear the little gasps and moans from the 14 year old.

“I suddenly felt queasy, staring at the violence I should have been so familiar with. But it was different as I took notice of the same detached, hateful look in Zarbon’s eyes that had been there for so long, I could hardly remember him without it. His beautiful face was twisted with fury, his eyes blazing with concentration as he rammed upwards, the young boy groaning out louder as I made my presence known.

“ “You called for me?” I said as coldly as I could, trying not to be surprised, trying not to suffer an odd jealousy at the scene of my former love banging the hell out of my look-alike.

“And here I thought he would stop. That he would be surprised, shocked, embarrassed or something! But he wouldn’t even glance up at me, still sliding his erected cock in and out of the young man, gaining speed even as their breathing escalated.

“ “Seems your Saiyan friends Nappa and Radditz have requested a purge with you.” He said, his hips still bucking away, never losing pace. “You feeling..…. Up to it?”

“ “Apparently not as……….. up as you Zarbon.” I commented coldly, betraying some of my jealousy, some of my repulsion in the words. For the first time he acknowledged me entirely, looking over to where I stood by the bed, a sickening, uncharacteristic gleam in his dead eyes.

“ “Well you know what they say Vegeta,” he said in an oily voice. “the more the merrier. And you know how ancy I get when I’ve only had one good fuck for the night. What say we make this a team effort. You know,” He winked, “for old times sake.”

“I despised his words. They were so foreign to his normally sophisticated vocabulary, so hated and spiteful. I wanted to say so. To haul him off of the boy. To make him love me rather than hate me like this. To make him as he was. To have things just the way I wanted them. In my own selfish little mold, Zarbon my consort, my alibi when I needed him and Faraque my bed partner and imaginary soul mate.

“Suddenly, he was off the bed, standing there naked and excited before me, staring down with his golden eyes beaming, sweat beading on his forehead as he aimed his palm at the boy and blasted the young body into shreds of blood and flesh all over the wall and headboard. I was mildly horrified, not expecting this violence from him for no particular reason. Never knowing the symbolism of it all.

“He moved towards me, too close for comfort, his breath hot as he leaned into my neck, kissing the sides until I was nearly swooning under it, keeping my composure miraculously. His hand cupped my groin, touching it softly, massaging it through my pants. Against my wishes, blood began to rush into it, making it hard against his hand, making my body ready for the sin I knew I wouldn’t commit. Know, it had nothing to do with Faraque, this refusal to succumb to what he wanted.

“I simply had no desire for a man. I wasn’t gay. I didn’t love him in that sense and I didn’t want to. So there’s your proof Tazial. You can stop wearing those rainbow power stickers.”

I cracked at his offhanded joke, tempted to punch him playfully.

“But Zarbon didn’t make any further moves to get me. He knew damn good and well that my strength was comparative to his own. He knew well enough that there would be no forcing me. I don’t think he would ever have resorted to that, desperate as he became. No, of all the poisonous, rottenness things he did, attempting rape was never one of them as far as I was concerned.

“And so he merely kissed me, removing his hand and whispering that Nappa and Radditz awaited my presence on launching deck 93. And with a smirk, he sent me on my way.

“The purge was as boring as any other I’d ever been on, my mind constantly in my bedroom, my thoughts contaminated with perverse scenarios that I could enact later on that night with Faraque as my ever-willing porn star. Landing on the red earthed planet, I blasted away as many of the inhabitants as I could bare and then, with one mighty blast, laid whatever plant life that existed, to absolute waste.

“Radditz and Nappa seemed less than impressed with the results, mumbling curtly to themselves that it wouldn’t sell at the highest price now that the greenery was basically non existent. Still, knowing that my power level far outseeded their own, and my title alone commanded their undying respect, the two kept to themselves mostly, only asking for a word with me after all was said and done.

“It was Radditz, the handsome devil himself who caught me before I boarded my ship, his strong fingers on my shoulder as he asked for a moment, nodding to Nappa when I agreed. To say that this behavior was odd for the men would have been an understatement as they avoided mulling out more than a sentence at all costs. Saiyans, as you may have guessed, are private by nature, enjoying the company of their own thoughts alone and never being plagued with the obscene need to confess their life story to others, as I am now. Call it curiosity, call it resolution. It’s a miracle on its own that I do this Tazial, but you know this all by now.

“Still, I stood in their company, the dim lighting glimmering off Nappa’s bald head and Radditz’s handsome face staring down at me. They glanced at one another nervously, and I braced myself for what was to come, unnerved at their behavior.

“ “Sire,” Radditz began in a choked voice, sweat appearing on his brow. “It has…… come to our attention as of late that…. Well, circumstances being as they are and what not…..”“ “Spit it out!” I hissed, crossing my arms in annoyance.

“ “Sire, we have been notified by a confidential source that the destruction of Planet Vegeta was no unfortunate accident. It was-...”

“ “It wasn’t no God damn comet!” Nappa growled out in his husky, masculine voice. His eyebrows were clenched, and as often as it occurred, I was still a bit shaken to see the burly, overgrown beast in such a violent tizzy.

“ “Yes sire,” Radditz nodded respectfully, knowing full well I loved it when he referred to me by such a title. “We believe it was Frieza himself who destroyed the planet, penance for our apparent power prospect.”

“ “Yeah,” grumbled Nappa. “Bastard thought we was gettin’ too strong. Decided to blast our planet up to smitherins just in case we caused any kinda threat.”

“ “So that’s it?” I said tritely, tilting my head upwards. “You imagined this would be news to me? I knew it all along.”

“They both gasped in horror.

“ “B-but there’s more your highness,” Radditz swallowed. “Before the planet was destroyed, another Saiyan was released. It took some time-..”

“ “Damn near 17 years it did.” Interrupted Nappa.

“ “But,” Snapped Radditz, “After researching what I could salvage from Vegeta’s remains, I found the coordinates and name of the passenger of the last craft to be released from the planet. Only one could be located, as all other Saiyan pod calculations had been destroyed but-…”

“ “You’re telling me that there is another?” I said suddenly, his words just dawning on me.

“ “Not just another my Prince,” Said Radditz with a confident smile that made my insides swoon. “My very own brother, Kakarot.”

“I was shocked, staring into his triumphant face and trying to hide my own pride in his intelligence.

“ “Imagine it Vegeta,” croaked Nappa in his childish way. “Another one of us. Why’d, it’d be like we was making a planet all over again. A very small planet of course but…” he droned out as I stared intently at Radditz, trying to decide what I could do with this new information.

“ “Just think,” Radditz said only to me, ignoring Nappa as I was. “If he were to be brought to us, making us stronger. As one, we could be invincible, even to Frieza himself on a full moon.”

“ “Ah yes,” I said smugly. “And the bastard would know it all too well. Surely he’d never let us collect this brother of yours. No, that’d be all too convenient now wouldn’t it? Ah, but he’d never even give us permission to go to a planet not scheduled for a purge, least of all myself.”

“They both nodded, completely aware of my failed escape years before hand.

“ “Its true, he does keep a rather tight reign on you these days, but for me, it would be no problem. Imagine if I were sent abroad Kakarot’s planet, to collect him and take him as one of us.”

“ “Yeah, I mean, he is your brother and all.” Nappa mumbled his two cents.

“ “Possibly,” I agreed, my thumb on my chin. A sort of excitement I rarely felt began to overwhelm me, and I strived hard to keep it at bay, not wishing to unleash it on my men. I had certain airs to keep up when it came to them and this uncharacteristic joy I felt was certainly nothing I cared to share with these idiots. But apparently, they hadn’t even the slightest inhibition in this case and began to prance around like midgets in a sideshow, Nappa damn near clicking his heels together and Radditz laughing in spite of himself at the sight. Even I had to cover my mouth when the giant of a man did nearly ten cartwheels in a row, shaking the ground with his weight.

“ “Ah Prince Vegeta,” Radditz laughed cheerily, bravely laying a hand on my shoulder as we watch the spectacle of Nappa making the usual ass of himself. “How fortunate and convenient of you to request a purge with us this day.”

“I smirked up at him, shrugging slightly and enjoying the entertainment.

“ “We hardly see you anymore and what with news of my brother and all-…”

I stopped him in mid-sentence, my hand on his chest and my eyes blazing. A cold dread sank like glacier water into my heart and I could hear it pumping in my ears.

“ “Radditz, tell me….” I stuttered. “Tell me YOU are the one who requested a purge.”

“ “N-no…” He said. “No Prince Vegeta, according to Zarbon, it was you.”