Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Only Have Eyes for You ❯ Take a Walk on the Wild Side ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: TAKE A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE

I have nothing to live for. Nothing to fight for. All my opponents are dead, but not by my hand. I am a warrior who fought his last battle and somehow survived

Despite what others may think, I hated only a few people during my 32 years of life. My father was the first one; I hated him for being weak and handing me over to the lizard; I hated him for allowing my planet to blow;

Then it was Frieza himself, but the wounds are still too fresh to reopen with painful memories.

Kakarrot ….. he took away everything for me: my pride, my honour, my glory and now my chance to take them back. Strange, how he seemed to believe that there is something good in me. Nobody ever told me that. Saiyans are ruthless by nature, and being a price I was expected to be the cruellest… then my time with the lizard only served to enhance these features, to transform it into a surviving skill.

All the planets I wiped out - I confess I thoroughly enjoyed it - have become mine in some way. I killed in the name of Frieza, frustrated by the fact that I was only the hand, and not the brain. A merely executioner. But those worlds are mine: I used the time I spent on the way to them for learning everything about the new world. My kinky way of offering a last homage. Hundreds of civilisations, remained only in my memory.

The girl, no the woman. The fourth person I hated. She is spoilt, loud and obnoxious. I hate her for taking pity on me and offering me a roof to lay under, for buying me clothes when I only had a torn armour, for the free and careless life she had. I hate her for trying to understand me - how could she possibly understand me , when the biggest pain she ever felt was from a paper cut ?

For some time I had just ignored her, vaguely taking in the fact that she was scared of me. But that was the most often reaction I got, so there was no big deal. I only remembered her when we met, and I started taking a mild pleasure in making her angry. But the moment she was out the door, I forgot everything, except defeating Kakarrot.

Then, a month or so after I blew myself with the GR, it happened. I turned Super. Just like that, no big emotions involved, no anger, no hurt, no pain. The accident must have triggered it, I thought distantly as I took in my new me.

Once I got the legendary power, I started paying attention more to my surroundings. And something strange happened to the woman, also. She started staring at me, careful and attentive looks, as if she was trying to figure out something about me. That made me curious - what did she want from me ? I am no fool; I know that nothing comes for free in life. She had provided me with a shelter, and now she was collecting.

Fine by me.

One evening I understood the silent request. It was lust. She wanted me in her bed.

Kami, why the fuck did I realise that ? That was the moment when my life took a turn for the worse.

I had had many women during my life. But neither of them gave themselves to me freely: they were all whores on Frieza's ship, or war captives trying to find themselves a powerful master. I did not care at that point. Looking for relief, and nothing more - that was the deal. Just passing faces and bodies, a fuck after another.

But now she just wanted me, not of fright, not of obligation. And I sure as hell wanted her.

I knew that human customs, similar to the saiyan ones, required for a female to be fed before bedded. I did so, slaying one of the most ferocious animals on this planet; she did not appreciate my work. By the disapproving look in her eyes, it was clear that she thought of me as nothing more then a slightly evolved beast. Like I cared…

I never thought her to be so inventive - sure I knew she was smart - but her plan to loom me in her bed, was a very good one. The only thing about it was that it started form a wrong presumption: I knew everything about Earth customs, and I was perfectly aware by the fact that there was no such thing as "Challenge Day".

Fucking her could easily classify in the top three of the best things I ever did. I never expected her to be a virgin, and that made me rather angry. Virgins tend to get attached to their first, and as sure as hell this was not going to happen here. The sex part must have been quite painful for her, so there were less chances she will became emotionally attached to me.

Funny, that green Kami must have had a hell of a laughter, that night. The woman somehow managed to crawl under my skin.

I became infatuated with her. How bizarre, the new feeling. I hated her more for making me feel this way. So, I left her house, determined to never return. I was a Super Saiyan already, I could find another efficient way of training.

It seemed that my control had been torn to pieces by that woman. I could only stay away for a few months….. and when I did return I hated her more for making me change my mind.

With child, with my child, she said. Now it was impossible for me to take her out of my system. I was doomed.

The verbal abuse she took from me kicked in, in the most inappropriate moment. The woman started to ignore me. Now, when I had become obsessed with her, she chose to turn her back on me.

So, I hit her. Rage and frustration blinded me, and I hit the woman. I only struck a few women before, but they were all trained warriors, used to this kind of abuse.

My obsession with her had gone out of control a long time ago. I knew she would never accept me now, she was not that kind of woman.

I used to stay awake, at nights, watching her peacefully sleeping in the hospital room. She was covered with blankets, so I could only see her face, swollen and bruised. By my fist.

I managed to fool myself for a long time, thinking that my infatuation came from pure, undeniable lust. That I only wanted her in one piece, so that I could take her over and over again.

But the lust was a weakness in itself, so I had to erase it somehow …. And the only thing I could think about was to erase the object of my lust.

They will never know how many times, how close to death she was. It sufficed a "mis-aimed" ki or a push down the stairs. I can get very creative in this line of work.

The boy stopped me from taking drastic measures. You see, I had a perfect plan: kill the Androids, kill Kakarrot, destroy this mudball, start a new empire to be passed to my hair. But he was still too little for my liking, so I thought I should wait a little bit 'till he starts walking.

The woman had no part whatsoever in my life. She was going to die, along with the rest of the pathetic weaklings.

Then, I started to reconsider things. Maybe I should spare her, to take care of the boy. She did seem infatuated with him.

But I had no escape. I knew that when I realised that there were practically hundreds of women out there disposed to take care of the child. The woman was useless, indeed, but a part of my mind tried to save her somehow.

The accident was the last straw; a part of me was crazily happy that she was going to die, to perish along with my weakness, while another part of me screamed to go and save her. And I am ashamed to admit that the later prevailed. Just when I was going to go and fetch them, my future son beat me to it.

I had never realised just how much I had grown fond of that boy till he died. I had failed again, but now I was not the only one to pay the price. I would have loved training the boy from childhood, teaching him his first kata like my father never did.

But, then again, that was something I still could do it. And more, I finally admitted that I wanted more from the woman than sex. She was beautiful, strong-willed and smart. She would be the perfect mate for me.

The only problem was she wanted to hear nothing from me. Oh well, since when did I care? Since when did I give up on a fight?

I found the force to resume my training seriously, and I started putting together a plan to get the woman. The only thing that can help me to overcome this infatuation is the infatuation herself.

I am burning for her, and I swear she will be burning for me soon. I shall not be the only one caught in this obsession.