Seven Deadly Sins: Lust
I have to have her.
All my life I've been waiting, waiting for something that I knew deep down wouldn't be coming. She always found another. And even if she hadn't, she never would have noticed me. Why would she? I was always a friend, her silly little friend who she met while looking for the Dragon Balls
Well, time to show her I'm dead serious.
I may have married another. I may have had children with her. And I tried to love her, despite all the abuse she tended to heap on me when she was displeased. But I couldn't deny these feelings. This terrible burning desire I've had since I was a kid. I have tried to defeat them as I have defeated my foes. But it didn't stop. If anything, it grew stronger. I'm not denying it any more. It has to be fed, or it will cosume me from within.
She thinks I'm her friend. That will give me the advantage of surprise. Even if I've been sitting outside her window all this time, she won't see me as a threat.
I regret having to do this, but I can't deny these needs any longer. It took me forever to figure out the precise time when she would be alone, when everyone she knew would be occupied elsewhere, and when she would be in a place where no one would hear her.
At least she won't remember it.
I think I'm going mad. I don't think my libido has ever been this strong in my lifetime. I guess loving and hurting truly are so deeply connected that the body can and will mistake one for the other with ease.
She's here.
She's dressed for bed…so lovely…I can't WAIT ANY LONGER!
CRASH!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, it's you…what are you doing he-AAAAAAHHHHHHHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HELP! VEGETA, HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Release. After decades of longing, release. At long last my desires are sated. At last I can live my life in true peace.
Dear god, we made a mess. A human would be hard pressed to cover up the evidence. But I'm not just any human. Now I have to concentrate. If I do this properly, and focuss my ki energy, I can send an incredibly small jolt into that section of her brain and wipe out her short-term memory. She won't be able to recall anything in the past several days, because there won't be anything to recall. Then I can wreck the room and make up any story I like about an attacker. I could always say I go so mad to discover her being raped that I nuked the whole room. No one's ever going to dream that I was the doer of the terrible deed.
Wait a minute……………….oh no……..SHE'S NOT BREATHING! Oh shit, I must have clamped my hand over her face too hard! I cut off her air, and I was so caught up in…oh no, how long has she been without oxygen?
My watch says fouty minutes. How could forty minutes have gone by so fast! I have to…to…
I can't do anything. She's dead.
I have killed Bulma Briefs.
Oh god, what am I going to do? How can I cover this up? Vegeta will kill me in a way I can't conceive of! I have to get away! No, they could trace me…
FIRE! I have to burn down this building! Destroy all the evidence, including Bulma's body!
And this bedsheet looks very flammible…
Well, I did it. I set the place on fire and got away. I'm sure I made it all the way back here to the Kame House without being seen. Thank god this is Master Roshi's Hooters Night and he took the Turtle with him. I'm pretty sure I can't be traced either, I made sure everything was…incinerated, and I was ultra-careful to keep my ki down so Vegeta wouldn't sense it. I'm sure he's there now. Vegeta…I wish I could say that I was sorry…but I never liked you. But I do feel for Trunks…and Bra…but I couldn't live with this burning lust in my soul any longer. I had to sate it.
I think I can live with the guilt.
At least I can live here, in my wonderful home…with my wonderful…wait a minute, what's this note on my door.
"Krillian, I know what you are doing tonight. You couldn't hide anything from me, you never could. After I dared to give you my heart, you have broken it. I can't live with the grief and shame you have brought apon me…goodbye."
What….OH NO! EIGHTEEN! Eighteen, there on the bed…on dear god, she slit her wrists! God, her blood's all over the bed! I have to save her…no pulse. Oh god, no, what I have done? I've killed the woman I love! NO! EIGHTEEN, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
"NO!" Krillian screamed as he sat up. "Eighteen…oh god…I was having a nightmare…but what a nightmare…oh…Eighteen…."
"What?" said a somewhat sleepy and a tad annoyed voice, as Eighteen slowly sat up from her place next to Krillian and brushed the hair out of her eyes. "You keep calling me, what's wrong?"
Krillian sighed in relief, and then a blush bloomed on his face.
"Uhhhhh…well, it's kinda silly actually…" Krillian stammered. Now awake, Eighteen looked at her husband with wry eyes.
"What is it, Krillian? If you woke me up you might as well tell me."
I'm dead.
Krillian thought, his face still on fire."Well…Eighteen…I had this terrible nightmare…" Krillian stammered, and slowly told Eighteen of the whole dream that moments ago had horrified him to the core. The fact that Krillian seemed incredibly disturbed by the dream cut no dice with Eighteen, who's eyes got considerably more and more cross as Krillian went on.
"And that's what happened…Eighteen? Are you mad?"
"You're dreaming of raping Bulma and me commiting suicide over it? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! I WOULD NEVER KILL MYSELF, I'D KILL YOU FIRST! PERVERT! HENTAI!" Eighteen yelled as she snatched up her pillow and began beating Krillian with it. Krillian cowered.
"Eighteen…I'm sorry…I don't know where it came from! I love you! Please don't hurt me!" Krillian whimpered, and something in his voice made Eighteen stop her barrage of blows before she switched to her fists and booted Krillian down to the couch.
Eighteen looked at her husband, the way he was cowering from her, and her anger softened. He's right…he can't control what he dreams…it's just random images…perhaps it means nothing after all…
"Krillian?" Eighteen asked softly, and Krillian lowered his arms and looked at his wife with some surprise. I expected to be halfway down the stairs by now…
"Yeah?"
"Just one question. Did you ever like Bulma?"
"Bulma? Well I did have a crush on her once…"
The cross look flared back to life in Eighteen's eyes.
"But that was when I was a young kid! It faded years before I met you! Bulma's a friend, but I love you." Krillian said, expecting to be tossed out of the bed anyway.
He was even more surprised as Eighteen's angry look again faded and she got up from her sitting position and kneeled down.
"Oh Krillian…I love you too…and I'm sorry. I know I have a trigger temper…it seems you've suffered the effects of that more then I thought. But you are right, I can sense the truth in your words….and you're right. Dreams are just random images…and while they can tell you something…I think this one was just some strange effect a piece of food had on you or something. Can you forgive me?" Eighteen said softly.
"Well, I…" Krillian said, before his wife leaned forward and kissed him, pressing her soft lips to his. His continued apologies faded as the world seemed to do the same around him. After an eternity, Eighteen broke the miss, a smirk on her face.
"Forget Bulma Briefs…I'll give you something to dream about…" Eighteen said as she reached down and began to pull on the hem of her nightgown, causing it to start drawing open.
Krillian smiled and began to move forward on the bed as well. Lust…when it comes to love, that's nothing…
"Bah!" the figure cursed, as Eighteen's image began to shrug off her nightgown as her husband embraced her. With clear irritation, the figure stabbed his finger down on a familiar button on his control panel and the image vanished, replace by a 3-D image of the Kame House.
"I meant to sow dissention between them, not bring them closer together! Love." The figure said with disgust. "Even with my genius I can't figure out why it can cause such extreme opposite reactions in virtually the same situations…but that is no matter. It will be my era soon, and then I can get rid of love entirely…yes, the Failure will be denied…but enough of that for now. There are others who must have a perchance to dream…heh heh heh heh heh."
The figure tapped a few buttons again, and the 3-D image before him changed again, switching back to another sleeping couple it had been on before.
"My last one proved to be a disappointment…so I'll make it up with this one. If I don't leave this girl babbling in terror and questioning her sanity…then I'll just have to make the next one even worse! HA HA HA HA HA!"
It will warp peace into anarchy…and innocence into insanity…and life into terrible death…
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