The title of this exercise is "The Unstable Self". The idea is to write a short story that drifts between first person and third person points of view. The instability is best brought on by a state of mental chaos, so I chose a setting I found applicable.

This is from Goku's perspective, and he is the one narrating, but I've taken a little bit of artistic liberty and extended his vocabulary a little. I like to think that he's a little smarter than people give him credit for, but has difficulty articulating his thoughts. This is basically his thoughts - just the way that he wants to express them.


Burning Away

It was an explosion. He kissed me and I exploded into the world, surrounding myself with only the best of the best of the inexplicable best. Yes, some would say that I had already undergone the ultimate out-of-body experience. But this - this was something entirely new and unfathomably good. To me, it seemed that heaven no longer had justification to call itself paradise.

His lips were as icy as his eyes were searingly hot. The instant our lips touched, a bomb detonated in my brain. I didn't care if it blew every last piece of me away, as long as he was there to fill the space. There was no tongue. No lavish cherry on top for all of my efforts. But fuck, who needs a cherry when you're surrounded by delicious hot fudge? Some people don't even like cherries. I didn't like cherries. I didn't like anything that was outside of this world of perfection whose gatekeeper was a dark prince by the name of Vegeta.

The man was my oxygen; my lifeblood. In one moment I understood the songs which had been sung by centuries of human generations worshiping whatever god they saw fit. Our kiss was an embodiment of immaculate bliss. I knew that what we had created that night would spark something astonishingly beautiful, the likes of which had not been seen on this plane of existence for generations. That night, the universe smiled on us. Two angels, we were. One dark and one light. But the light was crying out for the pleasure of darkness to overtake it.

Goku was a flawed being. He was a mistake and an abortion of the Saiyan race. If I was anything similar to Goku that night, it wouldn't have happened. I knew this to be true. I had damned Goku's soul to Hell the second his devilish smirk had been crushed against my tentative mouth.

Love is a word that humans created long ago to give a name to that fluttering feeling they get when they're close to someone they care about deeply. Lust is a word that they use to describe a fluttering feeling they get when they're close to someone they want to have sex with. I wasn't fluttering. I was raging. Kakarotto was raging.

It was all I could to do try to take all of him in. His ragged breath. His eyes full of such threatening fire that my own watery gaze felt as if it would give itself over to steam. His cooling lips that were gifted to me only for such a fleeting eternity… I knew that if I started drinking him, I would never drink of life again. I would die of my thirst for him. And why not? It was he who had started my blood in my veins. Why should he not take it away? Nothing mattered but the pleasure of my demon deity.

But he didn't ask for my life. He asked only for my lips. Vegeta was sated by this meager offering. Such a paltry sacrifice for a god.

I wanted to give him my whole body instead.


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