Why just RaditzxZarbon ficlets? Because that's the pairing I've chosen to write for the otp100 challenge at Live Journal. Please visit my profile for more information.
Rating: PG
Warning: Character death (or already dead as the case actually is)
Stuck on Loathing
"I wish you'd go and die! Then I'd be able to get you out of my head and go back to what I was."
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Zarbon had smashed anything that happened to show his reflection lying in his quarters. The tiny, rapidly decreasing bit of rational sense left within him mused on how lucky it was there were no windows, considering the less-than desirable atmosphere outside. But it ultimately went ignored.
His fists sliced open as he pounded any scrap of glass into the tiniest of fragments, smeared them with small splashes of blue. Zarbon was also aware of his hair coming loose and falling down into his face. But it didn't matter. He wouldn't have to look at it.
The space around him spun and shrank rapidly as he paced the floor, spreading shards of glass around as he did so. Blood seeped through the sliced skin on his fists and onto the clothing covering his thighs. The sharp crunching under his feet meant there wasn't much else to take his rage out on. Nothing that would cause the sharp stings to flash through every nerve like the glass did. All he could really do was dig his nails as hard as he could into his palms, submerging them in fresh blood and torn skin.
It didn't calm him down. Just made him angrier. But he didn't know what else to do.
When he had snapped at the stupid Saiyan to go and die, he hadn't expected it to be taken literally.
And, to make matters worse, Zarbon was still thinking about it.
END