Disclaimer: This is fiction written by a fan for fans. No profit is made by it. All rights to Dragonball Z belong to people who are not me.
Warnings: YAOI! meaning male/male pairing. AU! OOCness! DARK, FREAKY SHIT!
Pairing: Vejita/Kakarotto (Goku)
Author's Notes: This is just a prologue and will probably leave you hopelessly confused. Don't worry, it confuses me too. All shall be explained in later chapters. Hopefully.
Requiem for a Dreamer
Prologue:
Blood is splattered everywhere. It oozes down the walls, stains the floor, drips off of furniture. I am covered in it, my own blood, your blood, his blood. All of it is mixed together.
It seeps into my soul. What is left of it.
Worse, you are covered in this twisted blood. That is wrong, the blood is my birthright, not yours. Never yours. But it cannot seep into your soul. Your soul is gone already. Gone by his hands, but through my fault.
You, I know, are in a beautiful place, the type of place I can never reach. I am stained, wrong, sinful. I never should have touched your life, my doom becomes the doom of all I know. I knew that. I knew it, but I could not bare to live my life without you.
Look what came of it. Look what came of my selfishness. My wish to be touched by your light.
I cradle your lifeless body in my arms. It was your last request, to die this way. To die in my arms. I did not - I do not - understand why you would wish this, but I could never deny you this.
How did it come to this? How did we come to this?
I am crying. It strikes me as funny, and I start to laugh. Perhaps I am insane. Yes, probably. You kept me stable. And now you're gone.
I'm laughing and crying and rocking back and forth with you in my arms.
How did it come to this? I struggle to remember.
"Kakarotto . . ." I whisper, looking at your face. You look peaceful, beautiful, even like this. As beautiful as you were the day I met you . . . .