Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Perfection ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Todesengel_ 
"Sir, you don't like people making eyecontact with you."
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Psychological | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.09.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 483 | Status: Completed
"Sir, you don't like people making eyecontact with you."
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Psychological | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.09.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 483 | Status: Completed
Rage. There aren't a lot of words to describe what I was feeling and even that one hardly does it justice; but if I were to put into human words the basis for how I felt, I'd say the closest comparison would be rage. As I told you before, I've never hated. I never have. It seemed like such a waste of emotion spent on useless plights for revenge and ideals of justice. Hate never had a part in my life.
It did then.
"Don't......" I swallowed, biting down the trembling feeling in my body. "Don't you feel.... anything for me?"
"Well.." He answered a second later, cocking his head towards the side. "Now that you mention it..." He bent towards me. "I am kinda horny."
I don't even remember clearly what happened after that. Only that I was screaming sentence fragments that mostly consisted of the "F" word and beating him ruthlessly with the backs of my fists. There was no rhyme or reason to what I did. I think that's what really separates hate and fighting. You should never battle with hatred; it steals something from you. I felt no rush of adrenaline to spurn on my tactics or skills. In fact, I had no skills, or if I did, gave them no pressing thought. I just beat him. I beat him until it felt like I was hitting my fists into tenderized Christmas ham that splattered blood into my face and eyes.
I beat him until I couldn't see how beautiful he was anymore and then I kept beating him more. I could feel my teeth on the verge of breaking into my mouth but still I kept on. Shards of porcelain bone and teeth embedded themselves into my white knuckles, marring the base between my fingers. The vicious smack against flesh soon turned to splattering and the gore that drenched my hands reminded me distinctly of mashed red jello.
I had wrecked his beauty and I love that even now. True, I'm certain that the others came and probably healed him. True, I'm sure that his face now reveals nothing of what I did to it, courtesy of Dende and Sensu Beans. But I don't really think on that much. I'm just happy that for one moment in time, I wrecked something perfect. I made him feel as ugly and ruined as I felt on the inside.
Oh but he thought he was so fucking clever. That he would sit back and gaze at me through eyeless sockets, watching my ultimate downfall. Like I'd really give him the satisfaction of front-row seats to my heroic demise. Please. I may have been witness to his pathetic defeat by Frieza but he certainly wouldn't get to see mine. His cruelty didn't deserve that.
So I wrenched my hand back one more time, thrusting it forward into the cavity that roughly still resembled a nose. He was like roadkill, embedded into ground at least 6 inches from the surface, making all sorts of hissing, gurgling noses. I laid down beside him, smoothing my fingers over his chest as it trembled up and down, my rage leaving me. I breathed it out, my lips shaking.
"Vegeta, Vegeta," I breathed almost sadistically, moving my fingers over drenched, gory pieces of loose flesh. His only response was a bubbly stream of blood that shot out from the portion of his face that was once a mouth. I was sure at least one of his lungs had popped like a balloon during my assault. Hmm... maybe he wasn't so confident now that I'd leave him alive. Piece of shit.
I'd left him there to die and even now, head clear of that hatred, I still don't care. I don't. Hate me for it, shame me for it, I don't care. For all I know, he did die and I feel no guilt in that.
The way I see it, we killed each other.
'Doesn't take my heart to stop beating for me to die.
I looked around at the earth and I saw shadows of memories. I guess that's a very poetic way to word it but that's what I saw. I saw a world that consisted of what was and I couldn't live like that. I couldn't live perpetually in my "good ol' times" and there wasn't anything else now to live for.
So I ran away. I guess I want to say that I 'escaped' as that holds whatever flowery ideas of ego I still have but the truth is, I ran.
I still think it's odd that Bulma always kept the dragon balls together in one place, making it only that much easier for just anyone to make whatever wish they wanted at random. But I grabbed them, ignoring the shameful, hurtful spouts of 'how could you's' that rained down from Bulma and running out into the yard.
It was there that I gazed into the black sky and refused forever to accept the selfishness of what I was about to do. I cleared my conscious with justifications for selfishness and I even knew at the time I was doing it. But this world, this life? It wasn't mine anymore.
So as I said before, I wished to the great dragon to be sent to a time and a place where Vegeta never existed.
Only, the wish wasn't specific enough and as the earth, as I knew it, melted around me, I felt a horrid sense of foreboding that I'd just made the worst mistake of my life. Purples and blues flew at an alarming rate around me and it dawned on me suddenly that in all the wishes I'd ever made, I'd never asked to be sent to an alternate reality. I realized I was barralling through time and voids of space that could send me anywhere. I'd been reckless.
But again, I guess I didn't care.
Any world was better than a world of 'what if's'.
I tumbled to the ground only a second later, the dirt hard and cold as I planted myself face first into it. Frost and mud clotted on my chin and I breathed out a strange sigh. At least the earth still remained basically the same. There was an odd comfort in that menial bit of information and I closed my eyes, just breathing the air for a minute. It seemed.... clearer or something. Less thick with pollution.
The sounds of scrapping and metal digging into earth was heard around me, and throaty gasps. I looked upwards, noticing that the sky was black and that there were many people within a few yards of me, torn between looking at the sky and staring at the odd man that had more or less popped into existence and planted himself in the ground.
Horrified gasps surrounded me as more sets of eyes glanced and then widened over me. Hissed whispers of "it's HIM" surrounded me and I crawled to my hands and knees, swallowing hard.
"Everyone...." A man stammered, his clothes consisting of the most basic fabrics. "E... Everyone get back to work!"
Probably at triple their pace, the crowd of over 100 workers furiously began digging into the hard ground, some of them trembling in fear of me. I guess I hadn't taken into consideration the fact that popping into existence from out of nowhere would shake people up so badly. But than again, something else told me it was more. I stood up, the people closest to me backing away, their eyes glued to the ground as sweat beaded on their foreheads.
"Um..." I swallowed, gazing at the man that had at least been brave enough to speak. He refused to look at me. "Ummm..... can I ask... Where am I?"
He put his back into his work, still never making eyecontact with me.
"Southside quadrant of the eastern earth, sir." He speedily responded, shoulders shaking.
"Heh, you wanna try english there?" I joked, hoping to ease his posture a little. It was irritating that he wouldn't even look at me.
"Sir?"
I rolled my eyes, gently grabbing his shoulders and forcing him to look upwards.
"Look at me," I told him, uncomfortable when he seemed to almost melt into the ground. I was literally holding him in place, almost having to keep him standing. I'd never seen anyone look this afraid, least of all when dealing with me. "Look into my eyes."
"S-sir," He stammered, voice hitched up a level. "Sir, you don't like people making eyecontact with you."
"I don't what?" I squinted my eyes. This was just too weird.
I let him go, watching as he quite literally crumpled to the ground, his breathing leading me to believe he might soon hyperventilate. I had to speak with someone familiar; someone who was at ease around strangers. And as I figured it, watching the wide sets of eyes glued on me, this wasn't exactly the place.
Without hesitation, I took to the sky, hearing more hitched breaths behind me. Strange people.
The sky was lightening, though by the dark blue tint, I figured it was around 9 o'clock at night. Interesting that a group of people be working so late into the day but I shrugged it off. It wasn't exactly like those people were what you'd consider normal anyways. You would have thought I'd just grown a dangling set of steaming testicles on my chin or something!
The world beneath seemed different from the world I'd left behind. More forests remained untouched, or perhaps, regrown. The wind smelled more healthy, pollution seemingly non-existent. Buildings were but ancient, destroyed remnants of what they once were, apparently abandoned to regrowth and greenery. It was so odd. Cities that I knew existed and flourished still in my time were like ghost towns, everything shut off and no lights to be seen.
Had something happened here?
At this rate, I'd never find Capsule Corp, if it hadn't already been seemingly deserted anyways. I paused for a moment, reaching out with my energy to find a familiar one. A small smile reached my lips and I changed course, heading towards the small, flickering familiarity. I gazed upwards as I flew towards my destination, noting that the stars had never seemed so clear in my world, nor the taste of the wind so crisp and sweet. Certainly, something enormous had happened to this world and yet at the same time, it had to have been wonderful.
I flew over lakes and rivers that in my world, had dried up. I flew over places that I recalled in childhood, long gone and yet here, entirely untouched by anything but time. Trees that had long since been bulldozed in my world, thrived as though never having met human cruelties and new foliage and new growth was everywhere, as though a hundred humans had grazed over this area some years before and replanted everything.
I paused in my thinking, wondering what it was that compelled all those people to be out this late, apparently doing just that: planting trees. I shrugged it off. I had forever now to learn the secrets of this world. I paused again. No. Not 'this' world; MY world. My home.
I touched down outside what seemed like a hut or something, the walls made of caked mud and the roof wispy, long stems of grass. Candle light flickered from inside, the glass window (which somewhat surprised me) illuminated by the flickering flame. I gently pressed open the fragile door way, my eyes widening when the barrel of a gun stared down at me from inside.
"Don't. Fucking. Move."
I gazed through the pipe of the loaded weapon, hard eyes facing me from the other side. Panted breaths came from the corner and my eyes caught sight of Krillin, cowering against the corner of the hut, what appeared to be a child, wrapped protectively in his arms.
My eyes went back to my attacker, my lips whispering one word.
"Yamcha?"
"P-please!" I heard Krillin whimper, something in ALL my time with the man I'd NEVER heard him do. The sound entirely caught me off guard. "We worked our hours, check our time cards!"
"What's he talking about?" I wondered aloud, hearing the click of a gun loading a bullet. I stepped backwards slightly, moving slow.
"Back up." Yamcha spoke, voice low. Scars wrapped around his face, more than those of my timeline ever did. A deep gash went around his jugular, as though years ago, his throat had been slit fatally.
I looked at him with a less-than-impressed roll of my eyes, taking in the sight of his weapon. Ok ok. So it wasn't exactly un-intimidating, a large piece of equipment that quite literally wound its metal around his forearm, pointing directly at my head.
"Tell me Yamcha," I said confidently, pressing my chest towards his own, as though entirely unafraid of the automatic weapon. "And... answer me honestly. Just... exactly how LONG do you think this little trinket would stop me if my goal was to take care of you? Honestly now."
He looked at me, his eyes squinted and his mouth turned to one side as he considered the truth of my statement. Since when did Yamcha regard me with anything less this his poorly-hidden pity, his constant look that positively screamed "aww, poor dumb Goku"? Only now, I could sense only malice from him, a very deep seeded resentment towards me. It didn't make sense. Everything in my new world didn't make sense and I felt now that I was constantly at odds with the contradiction of the two places I'd inhabited.
I'd always loved the fact that I was accepted in my old world, no matter the tediousness of a constant facade of ignorance. I liked that my strength didn't isolate me from my friends, however much I now looked at our relationships as somewhat fickle.
I shook my head in dismay. I didn't like being confused. I didn't like having things around me unpredictable.
Rather than shaking off the rude greeting or even lowering the large weapon, he merely cocked it, preparing to unleash whatever hell it was capable of. I looked over towards Krillin, seeing the fear that he wore like an entire mask over his face. I'd never seen him cower. I think that's what I've always loved about him. His inability to accept helplessness no matter his limitations.
"Check our cards!" He screamed at me, watching my eyes for some sort of leniency or something. I just lowered my brows at him, trying to make sense of the senseless. "I promise you! Please, we've worked our hours today. Like every other day. Leave us in peace, I'm begging you!"
I just blinked in astonishment. What the hell was he talking about?
"You," Yamcha breathed out the word, trembling with anger. "You fucking soulless shit!"
I widened my eyes at that.
Yeah, this world was completely looney.
It was then that I glanced to the side, swallowing down bile in my throat that I didn't even realize had risen in there. No. I told myself I was crazy. I promised myself I was just as fucking nutty as every other person on this ridiculous puppet show of a universe. There was no way I was feeling what every other instinct in my body told me I was feeling.
I was crazy.
Please God, tell me I'm crazy.
I glanced to the side, my arms and legs feeling like I'd just lost all of the blood and sensory nerves in them.
Coldness dwelled in a great monstrous accord, half way across the earth. Power, dark power building at a furious, horrendous pace. Evil energy soaring.
"No," I whispered it aloud. "Vegeta."
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It did then.
"Don't......" I swallowed, biting down the trembling feeling in my body. "Don't you feel.... anything for me?"
"Well.." He answered a second later, cocking his head towards the side. "Now that you mention it..." He bent towards me. "I am kinda horny."
I don't even remember clearly what happened after that. Only that I was screaming sentence fragments that mostly consisted of the "F" word and beating him ruthlessly with the backs of my fists. There was no rhyme or reason to what I did. I think that's what really separates hate and fighting. You should never battle with hatred; it steals something from you. I felt no rush of adrenaline to spurn on my tactics or skills. In fact, I had no skills, or if I did, gave them no pressing thought. I just beat him. I beat him until it felt like I was hitting my fists into tenderized Christmas ham that splattered blood into my face and eyes.
I beat him until I couldn't see how beautiful he was anymore and then I kept beating him more. I could feel my teeth on the verge of breaking into my mouth but still I kept on. Shards of porcelain bone and teeth embedded themselves into my white knuckles, marring the base between my fingers. The vicious smack against flesh soon turned to splattering and the gore that drenched my hands reminded me distinctly of mashed red jello.
I had wrecked his beauty and I love that even now. True, I'm certain that the others came and probably healed him. True, I'm sure that his face now reveals nothing of what I did to it, courtesy of Dende and Sensu Beans. But I don't really think on that much. I'm just happy that for one moment in time, I wrecked something perfect. I made him feel as ugly and ruined as I felt on the inside.
Oh but he thought he was so fucking clever. That he would sit back and gaze at me through eyeless sockets, watching my ultimate downfall. Like I'd really give him the satisfaction of front-row seats to my heroic demise. Please. I may have been witness to his pathetic defeat by Frieza but he certainly wouldn't get to see mine. His cruelty didn't deserve that.
So I wrenched my hand back one more time, thrusting it forward into the cavity that roughly still resembled a nose. He was like roadkill, embedded into ground at least 6 inches from the surface, making all sorts of hissing, gurgling noses. I laid down beside him, smoothing my fingers over his chest as it trembled up and down, my rage leaving me. I breathed it out, my lips shaking.
"Vegeta, Vegeta," I breathed almost sadistically, moving my fingers over drenched, gory pieces of loose flesh. His only response was a bubbly stream of blood that shot out from the portion of his face that was once a mouth. I was sure at least one of his lungs had popped like a balloon during my assault. Hmm... maybe he wasn't so confident now that I'd leave him alive. Piece of shit.
I'd left him there to die and even now, head clear of that hatred, I still don't care. I don't. Hate me for it, shame me for it, I don't care. For all I know, he did die and I feel no guilt in that.
The way I see it, we killed each other.
'Doesn't take my heart to stop beating for me to die.
I looked around at the earth and I saw shadows of memories. I guess that's a very poetic way to word it but that's what I saw. I saw a world that consisted of what was and I couldn't live like that. I couldn't live perpetually in my "good ol' times" and there wasn't anything else now to live for.
So I ran away. I guess I want to say that I 'escaped' as that holds whatever flowery ideas of ego I still have but the truth is, I ran.
I still think it's odd that Bulma always kept the dragon balls together in one place, making it only that much easier for just anyone to make whatever wish they wanted at random. But I grabbed them, ignoring the shameful, hurtful spouts of 'how could you's' that rained down from Bulma and running out into the yard.
It was there that I gazed into the black sky and refused forever to accept the selfishness of what I was about to do. I cleared my conscious with justifications for selfishness and I even knew at the time I was doing it. But this world, this life? It wasn't mine anymore.
So as I said before, I wished to the great dragon to be sent to a time and a place where Vegeta never existed.
Only, the wish wasn't specific enough and as the earth, as I knew it, melted around me, I felt a horrid sense of foreboding that I'd just made the worst mistake of my life. Purples and blues flew at an alarming rate around me and it dawned on me suddenly that in all the wishes I'd ever made, I'd never asked to be sent to an alternate reality. I realized I was barralling through time and voids of space that could send me anywhere. I'd been reckless.
But again, I guess I didn't care.
Any world was better than a world of 'what if's'.
I tumbled to the ground only a second later, the dirt hard and cold as I planted myself face first into it. Frost and mud clotted on my chin and I breathed out a strange sigh. At least the earth still remained basically the same. There was an odd comfort in that menial bit of information and I closed my eyes, just breathing the air for a minute. It seemed.... clearer or something. Less thick with pollution.
The sounds of scrapping and metal digging into earth was heard around me, and throaty gasps. I looked upwards, noticing that the sky was black and that there were many people within a few yards of me, torn between looking at the sky and staring at the odd man that had more or less popped into existence and planted himself in the ground.
Horrified gasps surrounded me as more sets of eyes glanced and then widened over me. Hissed whispers of "it's HIM" surrounded me and I crawled to my hands and knees, swallowing hard.
"Everyone...." A man stammered, his clothes consisting of the most basic fabrics. "E... Everyone get back to work!"
Probably at triple their pace, the crowd of over 100 workers furiously began digging into the hard ground, some of them trembling in fear of me. I guess I hadn't taken into consideration the fact that popping into existence from out of nowhere would shake people up so badly. But than again, something else told me it was more. I stood up, the people closest to me backing away, their eyes glued to the ground as sweat beaded on their foreheads.
"Um..." I swallowed, gazing at the man that had at least been brave enough to speak. He refused to look at me. "Ummm..... can I ask... Where am I?"
He put his back into his work, still never making eyecontact with me.
"Southside quadrant of the eastern earth, sir." He speedily responded, shoulders shaking.
"Heh, you wanna try english there?" I joked, hoping to ease his posture a little. It was irritating that he wouldn't even look at me.
"Sir?"
I rolled my eyes, gently grabbing his shoulders and forcing him to look upwards.
"Look at me," I told him, uncomfortable when he seemed to almost melt into the ground. I was literally holding him in place, almost having to keep him standing. I'd never seen anyone look this afraid, least of all when dealing with me. "Look into my eyes."
"S-sir," He stammered, voice hitched up a level. "Sir, you don't like people making eyecontact with you."
"I don't what?" I squinted my eyes. This was just too weird.
I let him go, watching as he quite literally crumpled to the ground, his breathing leading me to believe he might soon hyperventilate. I had to speak with someone familiar; someone who was at ease around strangers. And as I figured it, watching the wide sets of eyes glued on me, this wasn't exactly the place.
Without hesitation, I took to the sky, hearing more hitched breaths behind me. Strange people.
The sky was lightening, though by the dark blue tint, I figured it was around 9 o'clock at night. Interesting that a group of people be working so late into the day but I shrugged it off. It wasn't exactly like those people were what you'd consider normal anyways. You would have thought I'd just grown a dangling set of steaming testicles on my chin or something!
The world beneath seemed different from the world I'd left behind. More forests remained untouched, or perhaps, regrown. The wind smelled more healthy, pollution seemingly non-existent. Buildings were but ancient, destroyed remnants of what they once were, apparently abandoned to regrowth and greenery. It was so odd. Cities that I knew existed and flourished still in my time were like ghost towns, everything shut off and no lights to be seen.
Had something happened here?
At this rate, I'd never find Capsule Corp, if it hadn't already been seemingly deserted anyways. I paused for a moment, reaching out with my energy to find a familiar one. A small smile reached my lips and I changed course, heading towards the small, flickering familiarity. I gazed upwards as I flew towards my destination, noting that the stars had never seemed so clear in my world, nor the taste of the wind so crisp and sweet. Certainly, something enormous had happened to this world and yet at the same time, it had to have been wonderful.
I flew over lakes and rivers that in my world, had dried up. I flew over places that I recalled in childhood, long gone and yet here, entirely untouched by anything but time. Trees that had long since been bulldozed in my world, thrived as though never having met human cruelties and new foliage and new growth was everywhere, as though a hundred humans had grazed over this area some years before and replanted everything.
I paused in my thinking, wondering what it was that compelled all those people to be out this late, apparently doing just that: planting trees. I shrugged it off. I had forever now to learn the secrets of this world. I paused again. No. Not 'this' world; MY world. My home.
I touched down outside what seemed like a hut or something, the walls made of caked mud and the roof wispy, long stems of grass. Candle light flickered from inside, the glass window (which somewhat surprised me) illuminated by the flickering flame. I gently pressed open the fragile door way, my eyes widening when the barrel of a gun stared down at me from inside.
"Don't. Fucking. Move."
I gazed through the pipe of the loaded weapon, hard eyes facing me from the other side. Panted breaths came from the corner and my eyes caught sight of Krillin, cowering against the corner of the hut, what appeared to be a child, wrapped protectively in his arms.
My eyes went back to my attacker, my lips whispering one word.
"Yamcha?"
"P-please!" I heard Krillin whimper, something in ALL my time with the man I'd NEVER heard him do. The sound entirely caught me off guard. "We worked our hours, check our time cards!"
"What's he talking about?" I wondered aloud, hearing the click of a gun loading a bullet. I stepped backwards slightly, moving slow.
"Back up." Yamcha spoke, voice low. Scars wrapped around his face, more than those of my timeline ever did. A deep gash went around his jugular, as though years ago, his throat had been slit fatally.
I looked at him with a less-than-impressed roll of my eyes, taking in the sight of his weapon. Ok ok. So it wasn't exactly un-intimidating, a large piece of equipment that quite literally wound its metal around his forearm, pointing directly at my head.
"Tell me Yamcha," I said confidently, pressing my chest towards his own, as though entirely unafraid of the automatic weapon. "And... answer me honestly. Just... exactly how LONG do you think this little trinket would stop me if my goal was to take care of you? Honestly now."
He looked at me, his eyes squinted and his mouth turned to one side as he considered the truth of my statement. Since when did Yamcha regard me with anything less this his poorly-hidden pity, his constant look that positively screamed "aww, poor dumb Goku"? Only now, I could sense only malice from him, a very deep seeded resentment towards me. It didn't make sense. Everything in my new world didn't make sense and I felt now that I was constantly at odds with the contradiction of the two places I'd inhabited.
I'd always loved the fact that I was accepted in my old world, no matter the tediousness of a constant facade of ignorance. I liked that my strength didn't isolate me from my friends, however much I now looked at our relationships as somewhat fickle.
I shook my head in dismay. I didn't like being confused. I didn't like having things around me unpredictable.
Rather than shaking off the rude greeting or even lowering the large weapon, he merely cocked it, preparing to unleash whatever hell it was capable of. I looked over towards Krillin, seeing the fear that he wore like an entire mask over his face. I'd never seen him cower. I think that's what I've always loved about him. His inability to accept helplessness no matter his limitations.
"Check our cards!" He screamed at me, watching my eyes for some sort of leniency or something. I just lowered my brows at him, trying to make sense of the senseless. "I promise you! Please, we've worked our hours today. Like every other day. Leave us in peace, I'm begging you!"
I just blinked in astonishment. What the hell was he talking about?
"You," Yamcha breathed out the word, trembling with anger. "You fucking soulless shit!"
I widened my eyes at that.
Yeah, this world was completely looney.
It was then that I glanced to the side, swallowing down bile in my throat that I didn't even realize had risen in there. No. I told myself I was crazy. I promised myself I was just as fucking nutty as every other person on this ridiculous puppet show of a universe. There was no way I was feeling what every other instinct in my body told me I was feeling.
I was crazy.
Please God, tell me I'm crazy.
I glanced to the side, my arms and legs feeling like I'd just lost all of the blood and sensory nerves in them.
Coldness dwelled in a great monstrous accord, half way across the earth. Power, dark power building at a furious, horrendous pace. Evil energy soaring.
"No," I whispered it aloud. "Vegeta."
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