Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Perfection ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Todesengel_ 
"And you fucking love me forever."
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Psychological | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.04.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 501 | Status: Completed
"And you fucking love me forever."
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Psychological | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.04.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 501 | Status: Completed
"We have to tell them."
I look up from my writing, the cold feeling spreading to my fingertips. I'm not sure, but losing the blood beneath your fingernails for no apparent reason doesn't strike me as healthy. Notches turn in my stomach and I breathe them out, leaning back into the chair. Why am I writing this? What good will it do? I hate all of it. I look back at the pages before this and hold a very express disdain for them.
My secrets.
My stupidity.
Written in every page before this. How could I fall in love? How?! WHY?!
How could I be so stupid that I solidified the cruel notion that people have always thought about me? I've always been stupid Goku. But it was easier that way. Human inclination is towards hatred and fear of what they can't understand. History itself has shown that human reaction is often to kill what it doesn't grasp, to hate that which is stronger than itself.
So I gave them weaknesses. I gave them a childlike mind behind the monstrous strength, and while they repeatedly chose to scold me for it, they loved it. They didn't fear me and I wasn't isolated from them.
Until Vegeta came, that is.
A month had gone by and please, realize that I didn't feel the guilt you all thought I would. It's so hard to write as a flawed being. I'm not used to it. I still want to play the perfect hero for you, with my one sin tearing me apart and my conscious eating me away for it. But it's not like that. I didn't care. All attachments to society, to my family, to my friends, they suddenly meant nothing to me.
I lived and I breathed Vegeta.
He would lay over me, speaking his thousand "I love you"s, as he always did, and I would gaze up at the sky over us, nodding my head silently. Yes, I loved him too. It wasn't even until the first night he'd spoken those words that I'd realized how much they rang true within me. I was so happy. A trillion writers and poets have lived and died to define love and yet, I can only think of one human word that can sum it up for me: Happiness.
I was happy all the time. Through fights with my wife, her shrieking voice could seem only like an annoying fly on the outside of a window, nothing more. Through days when my friends would maul me with endless questions of 'where had I been' or 'why did I never visit', I thought only that my time was spent on things greater than what their feeble human minds could fathom.
I was on top of the world and yes, that meant that they...... were beneath me.
I had felt his lips over my shoulder, his kisses taking away the mist from the waterfall that beaded on my skin. He moved over me, his fingertips gliding along my smooth flesh, his teeth gently tasting every inch he could. We lay behind the waterfall, the sounds of nature heard only in the background of his selfless confessions. "I love you," He promised. "God, I just.....you take me away from myself. I love you so much, I lose myself to it."
He moved over until he was facing me, his eyes devouring every bit of my face. I probably looked at him with idolism, my heart dancing within myself.
"At first," He spoke softly, eyes against the side of my neck as he nuzzled me. "I thought I just wanted to have you, to be with you. I thought it was so simple, that I could have sex with you and that would be that. But now I realize....." He choked back, more emotional now than I'd ever seen him. "Now I realize that without you, I'm nothing. This is the happiest I've ever been."
Perhaps it was the mist from the waterfall or something more, but my eyesight grew blurry and I pulled him to me, holding each other as though at any moment, we'd be torn apart forever.
"I love you too," I told him, biting my lip. "I really do."
I look up from this writing again, tempted to throw it against the wall and burn it all; watch the ashes form over lies and stupidity. I want to form my energy into a monstrous heap and pillage the pages from this world. But I can't. 'He' might sense me.
Instead, I bow my head and continue on.
I told my family. I told my family after not even an entire month of loving someone else, that I loved him more. I still see their faces, etched into my memory like ghosts from another lifetime. The pale pores and red rimmed eyes of my wife, her gawking mouth and sentence fragments.
"How?" She'd asked me a hundred times. "How?"
I'd knelt beside my son, trying to baby-talk the truth into a ten year old. Trying to justify myself when he knew the facts; that I was leaving, that I was going, for the millionth time. He didn't even cry. I thought he would, I thought he'd hang onto my pantleg and beg me to stay, the times in the past making this memory seem cold. He just stared at me and nodded. Stared into my eyes with nothing behind his own when he turned his back on ME and went back to his studies.
I don't..........I don't even want to remember that.
I told my friends, one by one, the truth, the sentence Vegeta had given me to end all debates.
"We have to tell them. We have to tell them the truth and we have to tell everybody."
"Tell them... in these words if you can. Tell them that you love me. That you belong to me, that you are mine. And that despite what they may say, despite whatever comes, you love me now and you love me forever."
And I had. Anger, misunderstanding, hatred. They loomed from my supposed 'friends'. What had I been thinking? That I would be greeted with hugs and nods of approval? That my new preference somehow gave me a "get out of jail free" card when it came to my responsibilities? They hated me. They hated me as much as I loved him. It was fierce.
How many times had I saved ALL of their lives? How many times had I nearly died, (and had died) to protect this world that didn't truly accept me? Everything felt so trivial to me suddenly. That because I wasn't perfect anymore that I had become less to them. That my new found understanding dulled the sacrifices I'd repeatedly made in the past.
Long live friendship.
And then I had returned to him, crawling to his arms as I breathed out the hurt and rejection I felt. If this is supposedly what highschool life felt like everyday, I wanted suddenly to burn every one into the ground. No one cared, no one had listened. They all sat back in their flawed, sexually debauched lifestyles and judged mine. Because I wasn't the perfect hero I was less than a man.
"You told them?" He breathed, feeling hard as my arms were wrapped around him.
I nodded, wanting him to embrace me tight, as he always had. He stood firm.
"And you told them?
"Pre....," I looked into his eyes quizzically. "Precisely what you told me to say."
I touched his arm affectionately.
"I," I lowered my head. "I really wish you would have been there with me."
"No." He said in a dull voice. "It was better that way; for everyone involved."
My hand stammers as I write this. I can't help it. Fury makes me tremble.
This memory coincides with others that I have, the so-called "good times" now mixing with the flawed facts. There is no other way to write it, so I'll write it as I experienced it at the time; the words he spoke clashing with the memories I had of him--the sweet promises shattered to trash with the cruelties he reigned down over me.
"Vegeta," I looked into his eyes, seeing their dullness as though it had never been there before. "Vegeta, what's wrong?"
He just glared at me, his skin seeming like it was repulsed by every inch that I touched.
"Are you...." I blinked, pulling away from him. "Are you mad at me or something?"
He smiled suddenly, his eyebrows lowering dangerously and his lips parting to show his teeth. It was the cruelest smile I'd ever seen and I inched away from it, horrified by what it could imply.
"No, not mad," He said simply. "Entertained you could say."
I stared at him, trying to make sense of all this, trying to decipher what he was saying. I think now that I look upon it, my own inability to accept reality hindered the process.
"You are so stupid," He breathed, shoulders hitching as he chuckled. "You are so FUCKING stupid it amazes me."
"I love you, I love you so much. At first I thought I just wanted to have you, to be with you. I thought it was so simple, that I could have sex with you and that would be that. But now I realize..........Now I realize that without you, I'm nothing. This is the happiest I've ever been."
"You've been defeated Kakarot," He smiled at me, everything about him resembling granite. "You've been beaten by a physically weaker opponant and now? I'm going to tell you precisely how, and why."
"Love must set you free, because I didn't even realize that before this, I must have been caged or something."
"You ruined everything for me Kakarot," He spoke quietly. "Everything. Can you even GRASP what that means? Can you even comprehend what I'm trying to tell you? Or does your attachment numb your ability to see the truth? That when I say 'everything', I mean that. I mean you ruined my entire life."
"Sometimes, I just wish I knew how to stop. Other times, I don't. Sometimes, I think I'm in love with just being in love. Other times, I think it runs so much deeper than that."
"I had a purpose! I had a path!" He screamed, fingers white as he dug them into his palms. "I HAD something before you. And you.... you took that all away from me. I was a prince, I was a person; a something. I came back to life and I had an ultimate reason to breathe and then? Then you stole that from me. You killed the only reason I had for living and what's really fucked up? You didn't even grasp that. You didn't even FUCKING CARE!" The hatred in his eyes burned me. "You couldn't even understand or FATHOM that your so-called "great deed" for mankind destroyed people in the process."
He shook his head in anger, trying to suppress his rage.
"You know, maybe.... just MAYBE if you had at least ACKNOWLEDGED the fact that you wronged me," he spat. "Maybe I would have been able to get over it. To see passed my own animosity and just live life. But I can't. You took that away from me too."
I could only stare, unable to believe the hatred I sensed from him. He positively radiated it.
"I thought I'd live in my anger forever," He sighed, looking upwards. "I thought that it would someday just consume me until I was imploded by it. You killed Frieza and I couldn't kill you, no matter how much my rage goaded me onward. You just wouldn't die. I thought that fact in itself would eventually desolate the remainder that was me, but it didn't; it just made me more innovative.
"I realized your weakness Kakarot," He smiled as though it would break his face. "Your love. You endless attachment to everyone around you.
"God," He breathed it like a sigh. "you're so simple. You just fall so easily. You love EVERYTHING around you! Every person, every being, every tree or rock or whatever! You attach yourself almost subconsciously to everything that surrounds your little, pathetic, pea-sized world. And I KNEW that I could feed off that!
"Yeah," He chuckled softly. "I could make you love me. I could make you fall. I just didn't predict how easy it could be done or how deeply it could run. You would throw away your own family because there was an emotional tie to me that made the connection with them pale. You threw away every friend you ever had, every family bond you'd created.... for some pathetic lie you thought you had with me."
"I never knew I could feel like this. Like I've never seen the sky before."
"It was an easily calculated plan." He shrugged. "I watched enough human movies to know exactly what to say to you. I knew that your faulty childhood would make you vulnerable to their beliefs, to their social, verbal connection with intimacies. That if I even spoke the words, you would soon be brought to the belief that you were feeling them.
"I feel like we're living in a lie though, I feel like sometimes, I'm going to burst with this feeling. Like I can't keep it down, like I want to tell the whole world about it."
"You were only so quick to tell your own family that you'd fallen in love with me." His head was thrown back with laughter. "A man! Telling your entire FUCKING HUMAN family that over the span of a month, you fell in love with a man. A man showed you attention that opened up this pathetic notion that he wanted to be with you, and you," He shook his head, still laughing. "were damn near diving from the sky to tell them."
"We have to tell them. We have to tell them the truth and we have to tell everybody."
"You thought you loved me." He grinned. "You thought you loved me so much, you were only too willing to break your entire family's heart. To toss away YEARS of marriage and fatherhood. If I would have told you to, you would have probably jumped on a spaceship with me and flown off forever. And you know what's so sick? You probably would never have looked back. Yeah, in falling in love with me, you see now how fucking fickle your love for everyone else is. Who's the monster Kakarot? Me or you?"
"Tell them... in these words if you can. Tell them that you love me. That you belong to me, that you are mine. And that despite what they may say, despite whatever comes, you love me now and you love me forever."
"And now?" He became serious, eyes low. "now, sit in your despair for your failure, for your loss. Choke on it. Smother yourself with it. You cost me more than I anything I could ever do to you. But realize, everything you're feeling right now? Shock, disbelief, hatred, anger, rage? Yeah. I feel that EVERY day because of you. Sit among the ashes of your life and understand that you cannot even GRASP what I feel every single FUCKING day of my life. Sit in horror, knowing that you cannot EVER understand what you have cost me."
His body began to shake with his rage, his pupils expanding as the adrenaline rushed from his brain.
"I should be the strongest!" He screamed. "I should be the prince!"
He looked up, enraged.
"Instead, your physical strength is just a compensation for everything else the Gods must stare at and LAUGH!" He roared. "You're a loser! A nothingness! A fucking bathroom joke with the strength of a deity! And now?" He calmed himself. "Now I'm going to sit back while you choke on your own stupidity and I'm going to know that despite what I've cost you, despite the fact that you have the power to do it, you're not going to kill me. Because that's just another one of your many downfalls I've exploited."
He compassionately caressed the side of my face, his features marked with mock-pity.
"You love me and you're going to continue loving me. And what's more?" He smiled. "You're going to love and hate me at the same time. I've taught you the extremities of both and now? You belong to me.
"I'm yours. Now and always. Come what may, I love you."
"So say it Kakarot, Goku whatever stupid fucking name you choose to go by. Tell me the exact words you told them!"
He threw his head back once more, grabbing my face painfully and squeezing my cheeks. Tears were pinched by his bare hands as he mockingly tried to make me say the words he'd told me to recite: like a ventriloquist, trying to make me mouth the stupidities I'd relay to my family.
"Say it!" He ordered. "Say that you love me as you told them didn't you? That you belong to me, that you are mine. That despite what they may say and despite whatever comes, you love me now!"
He threw my face away painfully, bruises forming on my cheeks.
"And you fucking love me forever."
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I look up from my writing, the cold feeling spreading to my fingertips. I'm not sure, but losing the blood beneath your fingernails for no apparent reason doesn't strike me as healthy. Notches turn in my stomach and I breathe them out, leaning back into the chair. Why am I writing this? What good will it do? I hate all of it. I look back at the pages before this and hold a very express disdain for them.
My secrets.
My stupidity.
Written in every page before this. How could I fall in love? How?! WHY?!
How could I be so stupid that I solidified the cruel notion that people have always thought about me? I've always been stupid Goku. But it was easier that way. Human inclination is towards hatred and fear of what they can't understand. History itself has shown that human reaction is often to kill what it doesn't grasp, to hate that which is stronger than itself.
So I gave them weaknesses. I gave them a childlike mind behind the monstrous strength, and while they repeatedly chose to scold me for it, they loved it. They didn't fear me and I wasn't isolated from them.
Until Vegeta came, that is.
A month had gone by and please, realize that I didn't feel the guilt you all thought I would. It's so hard to write as a flawed being. I'm not used to it. I still want to play the perfect hero for you, with my one sin tearing me apart and my conscious eating me away for it. But it's not like that. I didn't care. All attachments to society, to my family, to my friends, they suddenly meant nothing to me.
I lived and I breathed Vegeta.
He would lay over me, speaking his thousand "I love you"s, as he always did, and I would gaze up at the sky over us, nodding my head silently. Yes, I loved him too. It wasn't even until the first night he'd spoken those words that I'd realized how much they rang true within me. I was so happy. A trillion writers and poets have lived and died to define love and yet, I can only think of one human word that can sum it up for me: Happiness.
I was happy all the time. Through fights with my wife, her shrieking voice could seem only like an annoying fly on the outside of a window, nothing more. Through days when my friends would maul me with endless questions of 'where had I been' or 'why did I never visit', I thought only that my time was spent on things greater than what their feeble human minds could fathom.
I was on top of the world and yes, that meant that they...... were beneath me.
I had felt his lips over my shoulder, his kisses taking away the mist from the waterfall that beaded on my skin. He moved over me, his fingertips gliding along my smooth flesh, his teeth gently tasting every inch he could. We lay behind the waterfall, the sounds of nature heard only in the background of his selfless confessions. "I love you," He promised. "God, I just.....you take me away from myself. I love you so much, I lose myself to it."
He moved over until he was facing me, his eyes devouring every bit of my face. I probably looked at him with idolism, my heart dancing within myself.
"At first," He spoke softly, eyes against the side of my neck as he nuzzled me. "I thought I just wanted to have you, to be with you. I thought it was so simple, that I could have sex with you and that would be that. But now I realize....." He choked back, more emotional now than I'd ever seen him. "Now I realize that without you, I'm nothing. This is the happiest I've ever been."
Perhaps it was the mist from the waterfall or something more, but my eyesight grew blurry and I pulled him to me, holding each other as though at any moment, we'd be torn apart forever.
"I love you too," I told him, biting my lip. "I really do."
I look up from this writing again, tempted to throw it against the wall and burn it all; watch the ashes form over lies and stupidity. I want to form my energy into a monstrous heap and pillage the pages from this world. But I can't. 'He' might sense me.
Instead, I bow my head and continue on.
I told my family. I told my family after not even an entire month of loving someone else, that I loved him more. I still see their faces, etched into my memory like ghosts from another lifetime. The pale pores and red rimmed eyes of my wife, her gawking mouth and sentence fragments.
"How?" She'd asked me a hundred times. "How?"
I'd knelt beside my son, trying to baby-talk the truth into a ten year old. Trying to justify myself when he knew the facts; that I was leaving, that I was going, for the millionth time. He didn't even cry. I thought he would, I thought he'd hang onto my pantleg and beg me to stay, the times in the past making this memory seem cold. He just stared at me and nodded. Stared into my eyes with nothing behind his own when he turned his back on ME and went back to his studies.
I don't..........I don't even want to remember that.
I told my friends, one by one, the truth, the sentence Vegeta had given me to end all debates.
"We have to tell them. We have to tell them the truth and we have to tell everybody."
"Tell them... in these words if you can. Tell them that you love me. That you belong to me, that you are mine. And that despite what they may say, despite whatever comes, you love me now and you love me forever."
And I had. Anger, misunderstanding, hatred. They loomed from my supposed 'friends'. What had I been thinking? That I would be greeted with hugs and nods of approval? That my new preference somehow gave me a "get out of jail free" card when it came to my responsibilities? They hated me. They hated me as much as I loved him. It was fierce.
How many times had I saved ALL of their lives? How many times had I nearly died, (and had died) to protect this world that didn't truly accept me? Everything felt so trivial to me suddenly. That because I wasn't perfect anymore that I had become less to them. That my new found understanding dulled the sacrifices I'd repeatedly made in the past.
Long live friendship.
And then I had returned to him, crawling to his arms as I breathed out the hurt and rejection I felt. If this is supposedly what highschool life felt like everyday, I wanted suddenly to burn every one into the ground. No one cared, no one had listened. They all sat back in their flawed, sexually debauched lifestyles and judged mine. Because I wasn't the perfect hero I was less than a man.
"You told them?" He breathed, feeling hard as my arms were wrapped around him.
I nodded, wanting him to embrace me tight, as he always had. He stood firm.
"And you told them?
"Pre....," I looked into his eyes quizzically. "Precisely what you told me to say."
I touched his arm affectionately.
"I," I lowered my head. "I really wish you would have been there with me."
"No." He said in a dull voice. "It was better that way; for everyone involved."
My hand stammers as I write this. I can't help it. Fury makes me tremble.
This memory coincides with others that I have, the so-called "good times" now mixing with the flawed facts. There is no other way to write it, so I'll write it as I experienced it at the time; the words he spoke clashing with the memories I had of him--the sweet promises shattered to trash with the cruelties he reigned down over me.
"Vegeta," I looked into his eyes, seeing their dullness as though it had never been there before. "Vegeta, what's wrong?"
He just glared at me, his skin seeming like it was repulsed by every inch that I touched.
"Are you...." I blinked, pulling away from him. "Are you mad at me or something?"
He smiled suddenly, his eyebrows lowering dangerously and his lips parting to show his teeth. It was the cruelest smile I'd ever seen and I inched away from it, horrified by what it could imply.
"No, not mad," He said simply. "Entertained you could say."
I stared at him, trying to make sense of all this, trying to decipher what he was saying. I think now that I look upon it, my own inability to accept reality hindered the process.
"You are so stupid," He breathed, shoulders hitching as he chuckled. "You are so FUCKING stupid it amazes me."
"I love you, I love you so much. At first I thought I just wanted to have you, to be with you. I thought it was so simple, that I could have sex with you and that would be that. But now I realize..........Now I realize that without you, I'm nothing. This is the happiest I've ever been."
"You've been defeated Kakarot," He smiled at me, everything about him resembling granite. "You've been beaten by a physically weaker opponant and now? I'm going to tell you precisely how, and why."
"Love must set you free, because I didn't even realize that before this, I must have been caged or something."
"You ruined everything for me Kakarot," He spoke quietly. "Everything. Can you even GRASP what that means? Can you even comprehend what I'm trying to tell you? Or does your attachment numb your ability to see the truth? That when I say 'everything', I mean that. I mean you ruined my entire life."
"Sometimes, I just wish I knew how to stop. Other times, I don't. Sometimes, I think I'm in love with just being in love. Other times, I think it runs so much deeper than that."
"I had a purpose! I had a path!" He screamed, fingers white as he dug them into his palms. "I HAD something before you. And you.... you took that all away from me. I was a prince, I was a person; a something. I came back to life and I had an ultimate reason to breathe and then? Then you stole that from me. You killed the only reason I had for living and what's really fucked up? You didn't even grasp that. You didn't even FUCKING CARE!" The hatred in his eyes burned me. "You couldn't even understand or FATHOM that your so-called "great deed" for mankind destroyed people in the process."
He shook his head in anger, trying to suppress his rage.
"You know, maybe.... just MAYBE if you had at least ACKNOWLEDGED the fact that you wronged me," he spat. "Maybe I would have been able to get over it. To see passed my own animosity and just live life. But I can't. You took that away from me too."
I could only stare, unable to believe the hatred I sensed from him. He positively radiated it.
"I thought I'd live in my anger forever," He sighed, looking upwards. "I thought that it would someday just consume me until I was imploded by it. You killed Frieza and I couldn't kill you, no matter how much my rage goaded me onward. You just wouldn't die. I thought that fact in itself would eventually desolate the remainder that was me, but it didn't; it just made me more innovative.
"I realized your weakness Kakarot," He smiled as though it would break his face. "Your love. You endless attachment to everyone around you.
"God," He breathed it like a sigh. "you're so simple. You just fall so easily. You love EVERYTHING around you! Every person, every being, every tree or rock or whatever! You attach yourself almost subconsciously to everything that surrounds your little, pathetic, pea-sized world. And I KNEW that I could feed off that!
"Yeah," He chuckled softly. "I could make you love me. I could make you fall. I just didn't predict how easy it could be done or how deeply it could run. You would throw away your own family because there was an emotional tie to me that made the connection with them pale. You threw away every friend you ever had, every family bond you'd created.... for some pathetic lie you thought you had with me."
"I never knew I could feel like this. Like I've never seen the sky before."
"It was an easily calculated plan." He shrugged. "I watched enough human movies to know exactly what to say to you. I knew that your faulty childhood would make you vulnerable to their beliefs, to their social, verbal connection with intimacies. That if I even spoke the words, you would soon be brought to the belief that you were feeling them.
"I feel like we're living in a lie though, I feel like sometimes, I'm going to burst with this feeling. Like I can't keep it down, like I want to tell the whole world about it."
"You were only so quick to tell your own family that you'd fallen in love with me." His head was thrown back with laughter. "A man! Telling your entire FUCKING HUMAN family that over the span of a month, you fell in love with a man. A man showed you attention that opened up this pathetic notion that he wanted to be with you, and you," He shook his head, still laughing. "were damn near diving from the sky to tell them."
"We have to tell them. We have to tell them the truth and we have to tell everybody."
"You thought you loved me." He grinned. "You thought you loved me so much, you were only too willing to break your entire family's heart. To toss away YEARS of marriage and fatherhood. If I would have told you to, you would have probably jumped on a spaceship with me and flown off forever. And you know what's so sick? You probably would never have looked back. Yeah, in falling in love with me, you see now how fucking fickle your love for everyone else is. Who's the monster Kakarot? Me or you?"
"Tell them... in these words if you can. Tell them that you love me. That you belong to me, that you are mine. And that despite what they may say, despite whatever comes, you love me now and you love me forever."
"And now?" He became serious, eyes low. "now, sit in your despair for your failure, for your loss. Choke on it. Smother yourself with it. You cost me more than I anything I could ever do to you. But realize, everything you're feeling right now? Shock, disbelief, hatred, anger, rage? Yeah. I feel that EVERY day because of you. Sit among the ashes of your life and understand that you cannot even GRASP what I feel every single FUCKING day of my life. Sit in horror, knowing that you cannot EVER understand what you have cost me."
His body began to shake with his rage, his pupils expanding as the adrenaline rushed from his brain.
"I should be the strongest!" He screamed. "I should be the prince!"
He looked up, enraged.
"Instead, your physical strength is just a compensation for everything else the Gods must stare at and LAUGH!" He roared. "You're a loser! A nothingness! A fucking bathroom joke with the strength of a deity! And now?" He calmed himself. "Now I'm going to sit back while you choke on your own stupidity and I'm going to know that despite what I've cost you, despite the fact that you have the power to do it, you're not going to kill me. Because that's just another one of your many downfalls I've exploited."
He compassionately caressed the side of my face, his features marked with mock-pity.
"You love me and you're going to continue loving me. And what's more?" He smiled. "You're going to love and hate me at the same time. I've taught you the extremities of both and now? You belong to me.
"I'm yours. Now and always. Come what may, I love you."
"So say it Kakarot, Goku whatever stupid fucking name you choose to go by. Tell me the exact words you told them!"
He threw his head back once more, grabbing my face painfully and squeezing my cheeks. Tears were pinched by his bare hands as he mockingly tried to make me say the words he'd told me to recite: like a ventriloquist, trying to make me mouth the stupidities I'd relay to my family.
"Say it!" He ordered. "Say that you love me as you told them didn't you? That you belong to me, that you are mine. That despite what they may say and despite whatever comes, you love me now!"
He threw my face away painfully, bruises forming on my cheeks.
"And you fucking love me forever."
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