Chapter 8
That which doesn't kill you makes you stronger to kill
another.
Scars. Battle worn.
Copper. Sulfur.
How do control that which controls me?
How do I stop the torrential rain that shatters my being to a new level?
I don't.
I run it.
I ride it.
I delight in the true evil in my heart.
It is pure.
It is beautiful.
It is war.
Vegeta yowled wildly, causing the Z boys to cringe. Never had they heard such a war cry; it was ear splitting and hit them in the back of the necks like six-inch needle. Every hair on their arms stood up straight. Vegeta's fists were a blur as he pounded Cold's face bloody within seconds. The remade king stumbled back, throwing his arms up to protect himself. Vegeta grabbed on and digging his fingers into what flesh there was, yanked viciously, savagely until the arm fell freely into his hand.
Cold screamed in agony. Vegeta flung away the limb, discarding it as he would a used Kleenex.
"FUCKING GET OVER HERE!" Vegeta swung into the space occupied by the bleeding, withering monarch. "You think you're so damned tough. One little scratch and you melt like butter in June. I always knew you were gay!"
He thrust his fist into Cold's solar plexus, robbing him of any breath he had left. Blood spurt from his nose, spraying across Vegeta's face. His lip curled up. This was turning him on.
Yamcha and the others watched as Vegeta pulled at Cold, shredding his flesh off his surgical steel skeletal form. Blood and dermis were flying in all directions. Never since the times Vegeta had turned from destroying the Earthlings, had they seen him so brutally violent. Frieza was bent over, puking out whatever he'd eaten last as his father's eyeballs rolled into the puddle at his feet.
"Monster!" he shrieked, racing at Vegeta like a streak of silver-purple light. Vegeta had been into desecrating the body and didn't see him coming. Frieze ki blasted his head, throwing him forward into the carnage. He rose quickly, covered in blood and stepped back, settling his weight on both feet now ready.
"I believe I have a death debt to repay to you." His voice was low and rumbling, it was melodiously menacing. He was in control, barely, his energy crackling and vibrating around his whole body. His gloves were brilliantly scarlet, one fist clenched, the other open and ready to launch ki. He was beyond doubt an awesome and formidable sight – a true warrior Prince.
Goku stepped up his training. He was pushing himself harder than ever. His muscles screamed their protest nightly as he sank into the bath. It felt good and alive. He was never happier than when he was getting stronger, better, faster. Chantisu stopped training with him. But she continued her strength and conditioning, often times late into the night. There were moments when Goku would stand behind her and watch her, his eyes glowing softly, the black blurring with an unspoken emotion – the knowledge of a love that was predestined but doomed to exist. He knew some way they would not be together long. It made his heart heavy when he thought of this. Goku didn't like that feeling so he tried not to think of it at all.
The baby was getting bigger. Saiyans grow more quickly than humans. Goku didn't know that because his son was half-saiyan and took the full nine months to be born from his human mother. Baby was very active in the womb and often she'd touch her belly, gently "nudging him". Chantisu would then wait a few seconds and the child would kick back. It was a delightful game that Goku wondered at. How could his son know how to play tag already?
"Chanti, how much longer until he comes?"
She laughed lightly. He'd asked her this about one hundred times already. She never tired of answering him. He was so blissfully expecting this child, so anxious for its arrival.
"About 3 months." She touched Goku's cheek. "Not that long."
"I can't wait to hold him. And smell that baby smell. Are you sure we don't need help, you know, having him?"
She shook her head. Saiyan women were notoriously tough, sometimes giving birth at a battle and only resting an hour before returning to the fray.
"He knows how to come."
Goku shook his head, his bangs falling into his eyes. He bent and kissed her, resting his hand on her belly.
She responded to him immediately. His kisses always made her flare in response – unable to stay calm under his ministrations. Her fingers laced into his hair, taking the thick strands between her fingers and tugging. Goku leaned into her, feeling her warmth and softness, smelling her arousal.
He gently laid her back and looked at her face. It was open and relaxed.
"I think I'll skip my afternoon session."
"Good idea."
She reached up and pulled his head down to her, taking his lips with her own, tasting that smoky flavor she now knew so well. She felt completely his and she knew his heart belonged to her. No matter what happened, they had this, they owned this, this was their marriage of spirit.
"Goku…God, I love you."
"I know. I know."
Love you too, my Chanti.
They made love sweetly, slowly on the couch. It was cold, they covered with a blanket until their heat became too much. Once it overtook them and they cried out, again declaring their bond, they slept under the soft blanket, wrapped in each other's arms and comfort. Untouchable.
Sorry it's so short. These things happen.
More to come soon.
Goku's Girl.