Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Torn ❯ Dark Confession ( Chapter 6 )

 

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Chapter 6

 

~Love of Vegeta~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It has always been there. From the moment Babadi took control of me, I sensed its presence. The parasitic energy that had been embedded deep within the dark recesses of my mind, manifesting on the dark and evil memories, all the while gaining in its power. Its purpose was to bring to the surface all forgotten evil, whilst deleting the good and eventually controlling the occupants entire mind. But I was stronger than that pathetic wizard first thought. My mind, a maze of empty halls, of memories hidden behind tightly closed doors, isolated the intrusive presence, refusing it entry into my forgotten past, and trapping it in the cold and emotionless abyss that I had made of my mind.

 

But I allowed it some admission, for without evil to feast upon the energy would die, and I couldn't allow that. I needed its power. I needed it to experience the evil in my heart that had once been, for me to become the perfect warrior once more; cold and ruthless, living for no one but for my own strength. Only then would I have the power to defeat you, Kakkarott.

 

And it worked at first. Yes. I felt the beautiful release I'd not felt in over twelve years. The sadistic pleasure and thrill that burned in my heart when I heard their terrified screams, as I raised my arm and demolished the hundreds seated in the stadium, laughing at the hurt that invaded my mind from the blue haired woman in the audience.

 

I revelled in the power the presence gave me, smirking as flesh broke bone, and I found myself winning over the third class that had belittled my very existence ever since my arrival on Earth. You could not possibly understand how good it felt! I was the cold hearted warrior once more, reigning superiority over all, my power promising the destruction of all those who opposed me! I was finally allowed the power promised to me ever since my birth. I was the Prince of all saiyans again, I was me again.

 

But this was short lived, as you know. The presence inside begged for more, and pushed against the mental barriers I spent years of my life creating, my only defence against the nightmares of my past. I wouldn't allow that, no. I couldn't. But the presence was starving, the evil in my head like a drug, it needed more, or the power it had would die. So it came down to two choices; relive my hellish past, allow myself to be controlled by the presence inside, and to be the most powerful being in the universe, or, to stop its insatiable hunger for good, to starve it of my memories and kill it, loosing the overwhelming energy that came with it? Having witnessed the unbearable scenes from my past, Kakkarott, I trust you know the decision I made. I'd rather live a life of weakness then to have to repeat that stage of my life. And I suppose that in itself, was my weakness. I couldn't face it.

 

But I fought on against you, feeling the grip of the mental parasite loosen all the while, and letting the old emotions slowly fade back. And I realised something. I was happy living on Earth. I... loved.. the woman and the boy. And I also realised that I did not hate you, Kakkarott. As much as it humiliates me even now, even as I tell you this, I do not hate you.

 

And it was this realisation that brought fourth my next decision. Yes, I, the mighty Prince of all Saiyans, made the ultimate sacrifice for the sake of my family. For the sake of a planet I'd once sought to destroy, for people who did not even know my name. My title, my legacy, and the last true memories of Vejitasei, of our saiyan home world, the most powerful race in the universe, demolished and forgotten in one final blaze of energy.

 

But don't think I am trying to justify my actions, Kakkarott, I do not want that. I just want you to understand. Something is happening to me Kakkarott, something I cannot fight, and it is slowly consuming my entire being.

 

As you know I was later given my body back and sent to back to Earth in one final attempt at saving the planet. Yes, Emna described the situation very vaguely, but not vaguely enough to miss the fact of your not so new transformation. You were a super saiyan three! You'd beaten me yet again! I had faced total annihilation and I did it on a lie! Can you even comprehend the total humiliation I suffered, the rage and remorse at having not only failed in my attempt at saving my family, but at having killed myself as a last resort only to find it was completely unnecessary?!

 

But I won't get into that now. It's pointless.

 

You see, Emna in his rush to restore my body, had completely restored my physical being, but had overlooked the mental. Babadi's mind bending little parasite was still in there, still alive. It was very weak, and I could easily control it now that I knew how. You, however, didn't. So as our bodies and our minds became one, my mental barriers were knocked down on our union, my memories and thoughts mixing with your own. And yes, although your physical strength far outmatched my own, it was me who took dominance over the fusion. I couldn't allow that mental insect into my past, and allowing you to take the lead in the fusion would have done just that. But that doesn't mean the presence didn't gain any new control, it did. Allowing my mind to be mixed with yours was something I could not control, and the little access you gained was enough to increase its control dramatically.

 

It began pushing at my mental walls once more, its force even stronger then it was before and it was gaining with every new memory it uncovered, and continued to grow even after the fusion was terminated. It was slowly but surely taking over my entire mind, and I was no longer strong enough to stop it. And that was when the nightmares started. The one thing I feared more than anything, started all over again, as you know. You were there, reliving my long forgotten secrets with me. I couldn't hold the presence off as well in my subconscious, and the nightmares were feeding its insatiable appetite, giving it even more power and bringing to the surface even more from my past. The evil that had once consumed my heart was addictive to it, and how could it not be? I was a monster. A murderer who had felt delight in slaughtering innocents, killing my victims as slowly and painfully as possible before ending their miserable lives.

 

And when the presence finally gained enough power, it began haunting me in my wake. It fought control over my very actions, it even controlled my very emotions, feeding me my past evil, increasing it and then feeding off of it, repeating the whole process over and over, until I could no longer restrain myself. I drowned myself in my training, striving to find a way to halt this mind-controlling being. I remained as distant as possible, training all day and night, returning to CC only at night to eat, sleeping inside my new self-created prison. But the woman was always there when I returned, refusing to retire until I returned.

 

A large part of me wants to give in to the parasite, to feel the long awaited release it had a glimpse of when I was first controlled. To be the monster I once was. The only thing stopping me is her. A small part of my mind still loves her, and that was enough to hold the dark energy at bay... for a while.

 

But I find my emotions twisting and changing. I see her there, waiting for my return, and I can not stop the huge desire I feel at picturing her in tears beneath me. To hear her shrill screams of agony as I pound myself inside of her. To see dark crimson pouring down that disgustingly pretty face of hers. I want to break her, to tear her apart and feel her insides. She is the reason I can't be free, her and the boy the only things standing in between me and the blissful release I crave so much, and I am beginning to hate her for it.

 

I can no longer stop it. And I don't want to. I'm no longer going to fight; I am so close to being free I can almost taste it. I've already taken the woman, it was pure ecstasy. But how can you understand? You've never taken a female before, have you Kakkarott? No. Rape is an experience you will never understand. How can I explain it? It's like the magnificent relief of finally hitting the bed after training for weeks on end, but so much more. No. There is no way to describe it to you Kakkarott, it is something you must try for yourself, you'll enjoy it, I assure you. It's in your blood.

 

Do me a favour, would you Kakkarott? And tell the woman she can look forward to seeing the boy alive when she gets here. And if she doesn't get here... well, I suppose she'll have to wait until I hunt her down before meeting him again. In the next dimension.

 

You can not stop it now. No one can. It is a part of me, you see. It has always been there, this evil you are beginning to see. It wasn't Babadi's spell that created it, no. It just uncovered it. Released it. Freed it. Why fight against the very thing that makes me me? Why bother? This is what I want, what I have always wanted. I realise that now. I am free of all the pathetic weaknesses that have been restraining me ever since I arrived on this god forsaken planet. And you know what? I'm enjoying it. I do not wish for it to be gone.

 

This is who I am, and there isn't anything anyone can do about it.

 

 

 

 

 

The echoes of Vegeta's thoughts finally died away, leaving Goku in a stunned silence. The birds had stopped their chirping, the air had become still and even his mind was a complete blank. It was as if the whole world had been silenced by Vegeta's disturbing mental confession.

 

Goku had been aware of a strange energy inside Vegeta for a long time now, but he never knew just what it was.. or what it was doing to Vegeta. He'd sensed the evil in its signature, but he'd assumed it was just the remaining side-effects of Babadi's spell. But then he'd sensed it growing. It was almost undetectable at first, but then quickly became more and more noticeable.

 

Bulma had told them of the argument her and Vegeta had had, that's why she sent Trunks to them. But they were always arguing right? Bulma was known to over-dramatise everything.. she would have told him had it been anything serious, right? Goku had believed himself then, until he'd seen Bulma sprawled out on her kitchen floor...

 

He wanted to tell her then what he suspected, but he couldn't. She had been heartbroken at Vegeta's last betrayal, allowing himself to be controlled by Babadi to rid himself of the love he felt for his family. He couldn't have told her then, it would have destroyed her…

 

And what of Vegeta, surely he didn't really want all this?! No, the Vegeta he knew would never have done something so terrible…

 

But did he know him? Did any of them? They had all been so trusting when he first decided to stay on Earth, Goku hadn't given it a second thought when Future Trunks had told him of his lineage, didn't seem to care that his best friend was getting into a relationship with the man who'd taken joy in killing all their friends not too long before.

 

No, that was wrong. Vegeta had changed, Goku knew he had. Vegeta didn't know what he was saying, he was letting that presence inside speak for him, he was letting himself be controlled. Just like he had done in Babadi's spaceship. He had to male the prince see sense somehow...

 

No, first he would warn Bulma. He'd made the mistake of not telling her before and he wasn't about to make that same mistake twice.

 

He rested his two fingers against his brow and concentrated on the tiny flicker of energy that belonged to Bulma, and he was gone.

 

 

 

 

 

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Trunks followed his father and touched down just outside of Capsule Corps. He tailed his dad into the building through the back door... wait a minute… there was no back door.. What the-?

 

The kitchen was a total wreck, glass was sprayed all over the floor, and everything he could see was in total disarray. He caught sight of the small but clear drops of red on the smooth hard flooring.

 

"What happened?" he asked his father, who turned his head to acknowledge him, and then looked over at the state of the room. "Dad?" he asked when he failed to get an answer.

 

"That whore of a woman betrayed us." he answered in a gruff voice. Trunks' eyes widened at that remark, and he again looked at the crimson stains near his feet. His father walked over to the upturned refrigerator, and lifted it back into position.

 

"What happened to mom?" he asked taking a step deeper into the kitchen and spotting even more blood in the kitchen sink. He was quickly becoming unnerved.

 

"She had to be taught a lesson." Trunks stared in horror at his father's back, and remembered what Goku had said.

 

"What did you do to her?" he asked quietly in disbelief. Silence.

 

"WHAT DID YOU DO!?" he yelled running closer to his dad. Vegeta turned abruptly and fixed his son with a vindictive and depraving glare.

 

"What did I do?" he repeated, advancing to his now terrified son. "Obviously I didn't do enough. She has disobeyed me for the last time, and now I'm going to punish her." He hand shot out and grabbed Trunks by his throat, squeezing the air from his windpipe and slamming him against the wall.

 

"Da… wha.. are… y-ou. doin..?" he wheezed, clawing at his father's constricting hand and choking.

 

"Punishing your mother." Was the only answer Trunks received before he heard a loud thump as his father's fist was smashed into his skull, and all went black.