When I Am Queen
Notes: Um... this is a kinda angsty/horror type fic. I'm not sure if it'll be a one shot or not. I can see the potential it has, so we'll see where it goes. The song "When I Am Queen" is the property of Jack Off Jill, not me. Also, Akira Toriyama owns DBZ, or I wouldn't be writing fanfics!
Warnings: Um... blood, gore, self-mutilation, possible sex, violence, swearing, all the goodies!
The blonde haired Queen sat alone, as usual. She'd been taking refuge in the throne room more often, as of late. She now held a carving knife in her right hand, slowly sliding it down the length of her arm, slicing the vein there cleanly in two. She could hear her skin slowly tearing under the sharpness of the shiny blade. The warm blood spurted upwards in a crimson geyser, splashing onto her flawless white face. Her icy blue eyes blinked away the beads of blood that landed on her eyelashes. It gave her pause, but not for long. With a shaky hand, she repeated the action on her other arm, making the slash run from her wrist nearly to her elbow.
She watched as her blood pooled out onto the floor. It didn't matter, the wounds would heal long before she'd bleed out. She had to have identical twin scars upon her wrists, and she had finally gotten the blade to move just right. The marks of perfection would be hers once they healed over.
There was a soft knock at the door and she got up woozily to answer it. Blood oozed from her wrists, no longer flowing as freely as it had been moments before. She attempted to unlock the door several times, her slick fingertips making the job much more difficult than it should have been. She finally succeeded and smiled up at the man who's tall frame blocked the doorway.
His black, spiky hair was a sure sign that it was her choice whore. Many of them were like him, but none was quite the same as her Goku. He seemed dismayed that she'd cut herself again, but not extremely shocked. "Juuhachi-sama..." he said her name softly. "Why have you done it again?" He held her blood-coated wrists in his large hands, inspecting the wounds carefully.
She closed her eyes for a moment, reopening them without a shred of pain visible in the depthless blue orbs. "The scars." Juuhachi said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world to understand. "They're finally perfect..." she said with a little laugh.
Goku seemed dumbfounded. She looked up into his dark eyes. "She said I needed the scars to obtain the power..."
"She who?" He asked urgently.
The Queen's eyes rolled back in her head and her body went completely limp. Goku caught her, lifting her small frame easily in his arms. The sticky liquid on his hand smeared on her blue velvet dress, leaving a large hand print there. He doubted if she'd care, she never noticed what material her clothing was made of, nor how expensive it was. He had to get her someone to feed on, and he had to do it fast...
Dressed in the noble clothing of the Queen's personal harem, he was easily granted access to any part of the castle he wished to venture through. His two sons met him in one of the cold stone passageways, both shocked at the state their Queen was in.
"What happened to her, Dad?" Gohan, the eldest of his two sons, asked.
"She's done it again. Some ridiculousness about her needing perfect scars to obtain some power..." Goku practically growled, silently vowing to make the woman who'd told his Queen this curse the day that her mother met her father.
Goten, now a teenager and man in his own right, drew the long knife sheathed at his hip. He ran the blade across the width of his wrist and held the wound over the Queen's open lips. Something stirred in her and her arms darted up to grab him with both of her small and delicate seeming hands. Her eyes remained closed, but her mouth firmly latched onto the wound in the young man's arm. Her paled skin began to regain some of its rosy color as she drew upon the young blood that flowed from Goten's veins, so willingly entering her own.
The black haired youth fought against the ecstasy trying to cloud his brain as she drank from him, the pleasure filling him so complete that it bordered on pain. After what seemed an eternity, she finally broke away from his wrist. Her complexion became normal again and the wounds on her arms had sealed shut. They weren't healed, but she would cease to bleed. She smiled at the wounds, knowing that these scars were the right ones, that they would grant her the power she so desired.
A/N- what is this power? Who told her that slashing her wrists would help her obtain it? All this and more, if I get three reviews!