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A/N: Hello all :) this is the lemon/lime chapter, so if you don't feel comfortable reading it please don't. I do, however, have a reason for the lemon, I didn't put it in here just for the smut of it, so if your curious about the actual point to it please skip onto the end and I will directly tell the audience the reason in an ending note. Thanks :3 !

Chapter 27

A Living Hell

I'm in hell. This is no surprise of course; I had been expecting to be sent to damnation since I was old enough to grasp the concept of death. Almost every saiyan would be sent to hell, and this was just a fact of life that the entirety of Planet Vegeta was taught to accept. The place reeked of decay and blood, a fountain of said liquid spurted out in collective streams in the center of the area. Demons, a blank almost frightening stare on their faces, wandered the underworld in search of an escape, and typical cloud-formed souls lingered in the corners threatening any being that made the mistake of wandering too close. I chuckled at the sight of my "eternal resting place" and began strolling down one of the paths with no particular care for direction or destination.

I have nothing but time now, infuriating time. Idle hands are known to cause adversity, and my worst fears have a perfect chance to jump on me here…my thoughts. Goddamn parasites are what they are, and hell is the perfect place for my mind to torture and beat me down with nothing more than a merciless smile. I am in their domain now, and there is no where to run, so I might was well allow myself time to wallow in them considering I had been running from them for the worse half of my life. At least then it can be said that I faced the beasts head on, right?

Well, the thoughts have always led to one conclusion…my life, my uncertainty; this entire situation is her fault. In retrospect, my instability can be traced back to the night I decided to take her as my own and marry the woman. That damn verdict has proven itself to be the worst decision of my life. True I love her, that being a fact I only decided to be proper seven or eight years after her death, and true when I was with her those two years of marriage it was excellent, but it was by far not worth the 25 years of utter insanity. She was the only thing I truly gave a damn about before I decided to take her, and her death would have broken me, I'm not too proud to admit that, but not to the extent it did after I took her; ugh, if I had just listened to my logic and ignored the nuisance called a 'heart'!

'What was it that got me thinking about marriage in the first place?'I thought to myself, pushing a boulder out of my trail and continued a constant pace through the underworld. It wasn't like any other man could even think about forming a relationship with her. She spoke a practically dead language for crying out loud! Nappa and Raditz could speak a phrase here and there, not that she would be willing to submit to those fools one way or another, and the only other person apart from myself who could communicate effectively with her made the mistake of betrothal long before the destruction of the planet, of which his wife was still unfortunately on during the demolition.

Celrin was my best friend, and probably the last real friend I would ever have. We got along well; we both had a warrior mentality, a sick sense of humor, and a love for strong alcohol which gave us a few years in bars and battlefields. I watched out for him and him for me, always. The man was quite a bit older than I, and was more of a babysitter than a friend for most of my life. Naturally, the transition from overseer to ally came quickly when all of a sudden the near-total of our race is extinct and there aren't many people to talk to. The saiyan lieutenant was a scientist, and had had plenty of first hand experience with tessamone and its effects—yes the hormone was, in fact, so detrimental to our health that we spent years and a damn good amount of our currency attempting to discover some sort of medicine to counter the attacks it implements—and I was rather curious about it when I decided I actually wanted to taste this 'forbidden fruit' I had heard so much about.

"Celrin wait!" the memory replayed from a deep recession of my mind. The man's foot steps hindered immediately as the teenager I was turned the corner of the ship's bar door to where he stood only a meter away. "I want to marry!" there was no need to say who. He shook his head gently turning slowly to look at the naive saiyan.

"What's stopping you?" he said between heavy breaths.

A tessamonial-attack threatened his veins at that very moment, which only further proved my fears at the time.

"The stories," he paused. "are they true? The insanity? Is it real?" Another laugh barely escaped the saiyan.

"It's absolutely true," he emphasized the middle word, "why would you think otherwise?"

"Because it seems like a scary story! People losing their heads and tearing themselves up just to please the hormone, it's like it has a mind of its own!" I felt the boy cringe at another forced laugh.

"That's an amazing way to put it, sire. It feeds off a being, and since it is your own hormones it knows just how to drive you to insanity." he had to look away;

'Why would anyone…'

"Why would anyone do that to themselves?" he finished my thought out loud. Celrin frowned intensely being one of those men who were victim to the pain; his wince made the prince shut his mouth with a stupid look upon his face.

"It feels good," He sighed, "look, your highness, not every saiyan fallpreyto tessamone, some do for a year or two then find a way to cope, some suffer mildly for longer periods, and of course there are those who lose their minds, rather you want to marry the princess or not is up to you. Only you can decide rather or no-"

The rest of the memory with the other saiyan crumbled together in a blurred recollection. 'You can handle it', I think is what he said next, but it's been so long. I truly was an asshole to him, to put things as frank as possible. I didn't understand him when he would fall to the ground calling out for his late wife. It seemed like nothing more than a weakness to me. I'd pull him up and scoff as loudly as I could, call him pathetic and tell him to 'get his damn head off the bitch if it caused him so much pain.' Celrin, being as loyal as he was, would only bow and promise his attempt. Looking back at those images I can see his fingers coil into a fist, and there's no doubt in my mind that the man wanted to kill me right then and there for calling her anything apart from her name—and that too I have forgotten.

After Antreka died, I apologized. Her voice rang in my ears like she was right behind me, and every time I heard her I'd turn around with a foolish smile on my face to nothing but an empty hallway, and he'd simply put his hand on my shoulder nodding with an extremely sympathetic frown on his features. Only he truly understood, and now that I felt it myself I had to apologize. Anything less to a fellow tessamonial-abused saiyan would have been near irreverence.

'I wonder if I'd be able to find the man.' I thought. Maybe hell wouldn't be that bad after all…

"Antreka."

Another memory spawned from the one before as my voice rang out clearly in my own head.

That had always been my problem. While some would feel the other person's skin against them, taste them, or smell their scent…I heard voices, always so insufferably clear, and images would always accompany the tones.

Now she lay before me as I walked the path through hell, a beautiful leg hanging off the bed, her arms sprawled out above her, hair framing her face. I chuckled lightly at the false image I had conjured. After all, it wasn't like I had to hide my thoughts anymore as I wandered the damnation I had manage to throw myself in, and I'm almost positive that this place thrives off of unholy thoughts such as the one I was about to allow myself to get into. In fact, I can almost bet that that fountain in the center of the neighborhood was spraying with a particularly intense flow of blood just at the mere beginning of the images I was finally going to let myself bask in after 25 years of denying them, so I figure this is just doing my civil duty in hell.I continued to walk into a small tree-shaded area, took a seat underneath a strong looking cypress, and stretched out my aching legs. The smile still danced on my lips.

"Antreka, wake up." My younger-self repeated shaking her shoulder a little more roughly then need be. She groaned gently, and her eyelids fluttered open as she squinted past them to look at him.

"What?" she whispered, taking in a large breath through her nose and stretched her arms higher above her head. He crawled over her into the pathetically small bed; maneuvering his way through the sprawled pillows and covers she loved to throw around in her sleep, and grabbed her waist to pull her close to him. She breathed a laugh kissing his neck gently;

even the memory made me quake with a weakness I try to avoid.

"Were you really sleeping?" His curiosity asked. She let out a noise that could only be called a giggle.

"Well I was trying yes. It is late after all, your highness."

Another of those damn quivers hit me like a brick as her breath played with our skin. I was young and I was…nervous.

"I suppose." Very nervous. She laughed again digging her body against his, closer than physics seemed to accept. "You're beautiful, princess." We cringed.

Kami did I really fucking say that? Never once had I complemented her beauty like that! She knew I thought it for in the midst of our passionate moments I'd scream it at her between my fits of sporadic breaths, but I had never outwardly said it! What kind of action is that for a warrior prince? None at all!

She pulled away to look at him obviously thinking something similar.

"What?" she asked, her voice was unbelievably soft. His mouth twitched, before he figured it was better to just continue with the mistake, rather than admit to it. I could see him run his hand along the length of her waist and pull out his best smirk.

"Sexy." he whispered, kissing the line of her collar bone gently. I felt her smile.

"Thank you, sire."

Apparently she was playing along as well. Looking back, she was being a bit of a smart-ass, but at the time I appreciated it.

He snaked an arm around her to loosen the shorts she was wearing, wasting no time in the plan he had arranged. She shook her head pulling away gently. "Atekev, what's gotten into you?" he smiled into her skin kissing her harder, and tugged on her clothing again.

"I want you, and I always get what I want."

A rather clever comeback for his mistake earlier.

He slid the clothes from her lower half making her arch her back softly, and let out a pleasured sigh. She began tracing the muscles of his back with her finger as if she were trying to memorize its pattern. He allowed hisown fingers to pull away her shirt taking in the floral scent only she could be known for, and snickered as she finally realized he was already undressed and more then ready for her—seeing as most of that day had been spent with my head running rampantly with images of what this amazing drug may involve, and I was morethan willing to try it. She returned his smirk and began to stroke him.

Damn how that woman made me curse!

He pulled her closer to his body and she wrapped her bare legs around him as a welcoming gesture, her moisture dripping onto his stomach and causing the lust for her to increase. He gnawed wildly at her neck easily drawing blood from her sensitive flesh, he smiled in triumph licking at the liquid and earning intense breaths from the small saiyan female. She laughed softly then, disappearing from his hold with a flash technique. He sat up quickly anger building, she could only get so far in this 5x5 meter room, yet she still managed to keep from sight.

"Damn it, Antreka! I'm not in the mood for your foreplay!"

I laughed at my past-self's irritation, and closed my eyes leaning harder against the tree behind me as I felt her false arms slide down my chest. I sighed realizing her long fingers still made me shiver after all this time.

His arms reach backward and grab hold onto hers. She gasped loudly as he flipped her over to face him and kissed her roughly. She held onto his shoulders and I remember the scratches her nails dug into my skin as our tongues battled for control, both opening our mouths swiftly whenever our reservoir of air ran out.

"Come here!" He whispered pushing her onto the bed and crawling over her. Her legs wrapped around his back as he kissed her breasts feeling her curves underneath him, and making her let out the first of those elusivemoans.

"Atekev!" She gasped as he rubbed her roughly, her skin dripping in preparation, the moisture glistening from the light of distant stars and planets and onto his fingers. She was ready.

"I have a question for you." He choked out, kissing her lips softly. Her eyes fluttered at his voice, she was putty in his hands.

"Question?" She echoed quietly arching her back once more until her moisture touched his member. He shook his head and pushed her shoulders down.

"Not yet." He whispered in her ear, she cocked her head gently.

"What is it?"

I could still see my hands shaking. 'Just spit it out!' I mentally insisted to the adolescent watching my own face twist with reluctance. He opened his mouth with only a broken breath escaping him. "Say it..." I whispered as I sat alone in hell.

He flinched as if he heard me, and closed his eyes as she kissed him. "Marry me." He choked out into her ear. Her eyes widened.

"Wh-" he stopped her with a kiss, taking in another breath of her sweet scent.

"Say yes!" She pulled from him stiffly.

"Atekev!" Her breath was broken. He stroked her cheek nipping at her neck roughly, not giving her time to evaluate the situation for fear of her rejection. "Stop!" she insisted weakly, closing her eyes. He grabbed her and pulled her on top of him, her slender legs straddling his body. His tail drifted up those perfect curves and took a strong hold onto her own. She whimpered and fell onto his chest, sweat already covering her body.

"Marry me." He repeated pulling her tail gently. She bit her lip, her eyes shut tightly.

Tessamone began to flood into my body at that point, and I have no doubt that she felt it as well. The first moment I saw that pulse was like the first taste, and I had never wanted it more.

"Please!" He begged, her entrance still dripping on top of him, and his resistance beginning to wane. She took a sharp breath nodding strongly into his chest. He moaned loudly slamming his lips on hers and allowed their tails to entwine. A golden aura surrounded their extensionsas she gasped and quivered, tears slipping past her eyes as herappendagebegan to fade. He put his hands on her cheek wiping away the tears.
"Relax." He told her looking straight into her dark eyes, and smiling as the ecstasy began to enter into his veins. She blushed deeply, scratching at his skin deeper than he had ever felt. He grunted loudly throwing his head back. Simply touching her now...was different. His skin shook with excitement as they kissed roughly. He pushed his body up and into her, the aura breaking from its initial area around their tails and spreading over every part of their bodies. She moaned loudly as she rode him, every movement tearing a louder groan from her throat. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he allowed his hands to caress her breasts and hips. Her body was covered in a sweet shade of pink, her hair drifting behind her back softly.
"Shit!" He yelled grabbing her arms and forcing his dominance on top, of which she willingly allowed opening her legs widely for him. He slipped himself in her quickly making her yelp and shake intensely.

She was beautiful, and those moans as we made love that night...She didn't moan, she breathed, and when she honored me with a cry, even in the slightest, I'd chase after that sound like a wild dog, trying to do whatever it was that drew it out for her again.

I watched the memory, my body shaking and my kai rising with every breath she took. I made love to her as hard as I could and as fast as I was able to manage, but every movement she made was in slow motion. I saw every strand of hair move, her breasts rose and fell every single time I made a movement inside her, and even her skin glistened with every twist and turn she made.

"I'm going to..." she breathed weakly underneath him drawing my attentions back to the scene. His eyes shot open to look at her, beads of sweat dripping off both of their skin. He gasped at the sight of her body, literally vibrating, and her wrist looked as if it was going to tear open with the intensity. 'A pulse?' He thought to himself, instinctively reaching for it. The single touch made her scream.

She screamed, damn it, she screamed! She would barely moan for me, much less scream!

He groaned loudly as she came on top of him, pulling at her skin for her to come closer. She shot her arms out to him seeing the pulse on the back of his neck, inviting him into his own climax. He shouted her name before slamming his lips on hers and pumping into her. She moaned gently welcoming him in, their breaths and exhausted voices clashed against each other chaotically.

I laughed quietly at our image, the golden aura still surrounding our weak bodies. 'You think you're invincible, don't you boy?' I asked my panting youth as he held her. I knew what I thought; that tessamone would never effect me, and I was too strong for its hold. I put my hand on my head, sighing softly. Was it worth it? Were those nights in utter bliss worth the insanity of a living hell after I lost her? I couldn't tell anymore.

I closed my eyes licking my lips. I remember now...
She tastes like honey.

My eyes shot open to laughter, sickeningly familiar. I didn't bother to even turn my head to see the source.

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in." Even the thought of his damn name was bitter to me.

"...Frieza."


Ending note: The point, my dear readers, to this lemon/lime is to show that Vegeta is crazy ^^. Now most of you will probably get this if you have followed through the chapters, but this particular chapter is meant to show that tessamone effects Vegeta through voices. If we all remember the chapter 'Caught' we found Vegeta on his couch holding his head yelling for the images to 'get out of his head'. In a nut shell, 'A Living Hell' is meant to illustrate how clearly he actually sees the memories, and how often they effect him... :3