Disclaimer- I don't own much anyways, so why would I own this?
A/N- Sorry this one took a while; I wanted to make it suitably depressing. Oh and people with weak constitutions turn away here. There are bad things described here, but it isn't the end.
BREATHERuins, gaping yawning voids of space where cities had once been. Vegeta stood, silent, his back rigid in composure. The humans fled the force that killed them, while Vegeta trained for its destruction. Vegeta fought invisible enemies, here was Kakarot being beaten, here was Frieza being played with, here was Zarbon being tormented, here was- the list went on.
As the sweat ran down his body he remembered the anger last night, how during the fight he couldn't even hit her. In a pairing the stronger would never take abuse like that from the weaker. And it wasn't like they hadn't made love on the floor before… But this time she just had to fight with him, and as much as he didn't like to admit it he didn't want to force her.
Love and hate, fire and ice, he wanted her and despised her. It tore at him, this knowledge. Trunks was bigger now, he was already displaying above average strength, Bulma had wound up giving him thin rods of steel to play with. Bulma…
He fought harder, against himself, his demons, and his heart.
Piccolo floated resolutely in front of Gohan, he would guard him even if the boy was asleep. He sat in the air, his eyes closed, his senses not. He wanted to tell Gohan, tell him that he would always be there, and be the father and the friend. Gohan stirred waking, Piccolo prepared himself to tell Gohan, and if Goku and Chichi were dead then maybe he could adopt the boy? A human thing, but Gohan wanted to be human now, he didn't like his Sayai-
PAIN!
Piccolo shrieked in agony and then in astonishment. He felt Kami being ripped in two, his other half dieing in a horrible way. Piccolo began to fade.
Gohan awoke to his last anchor being pulled out of this life. Piccolo's body was fading; there was torment there in the demon kings eyes. But there was greater pain as Gohan realized that he was finally and truly alone.
Piccolo, desperate to leave something, anything behind for Gohan, used the last remaining amount of power he could bring to bear in the world of the living. Gohan found himself suddenly dressed differently, in the same king of clothes Piccolo wore… Gohan cried and cried, the tears a never ending river of sorrow. When Bulma found him, it didn't take much to realize what had happened.
Vegeta had stopped, he was worn and bloody. That was enough for the day- voices.
"Well sis, if it isn't the Sayaijn that got away." Vegeta found himself suddenly trembling, not in fear, but in anticipation. They couldn't hide from him any longer. The thought that they had found him didn't cross his mind.
"Here Sayaijn, eat this." 17 tossed something to Vegeta, Vegeta caught it. A senzu bean?
"We just killed this fat cat guy and I recognized these beans, so eat one, I like a good fight." 17 said leeringly. 18 sighed, why play? But if that was what 17 wanted she'd let him have his fun.
Vegeta laughed, they didn't know what they were getting into, and their heads would make nice presents for Bulma who could be almost as vindictive as he could. He gladly ate the bean and prepared for the fight. Vegeta screamed and let the power fill him, the energy crackled around him as he burned into SSJ. His rage at himself, at Kakarot, at Bulma, at everyone filled him, giving him strength for the fight. He fought for Bulma as he fought because of her; he fought so he could train his child to become the strongest warrior ever, barring him of course. He fought to prove he was better than Kakarot, he fought-
Because he loved a challenge.
The first blow rang true and echoed in the ruins of the dead city. The dead lifeless once proud and mighty skyscrapers were further reduced to rubble as ki flared amongst them. Shrapnel flew every which way, the devastated grounds were ripped to pieces and the ground torn into a ravaged wasteland, this ultimate rape of the earth defiled by blood.
The second blow rang proud, the fight was well underway. Vegeta axed 17 into the ground. He laughed and blasted down, smashing the pretty android into building after building. The two were evenly matched. But Vegeta didn't know that 17 had endless energy, didn't know that 18 would soon join the fight. He found out several minutes later when 17 was still fighting strong, and the sudden pain that blossomed like a cruel rose in his side.
"Cowards, two against one." Vegeta rasped out. But he would take them.
"OH come on Vegeta, we always play for keeps, and what's a little cheating here or there." 17 said, and 18 was suddenly filled with the desire to break this proud man before he died.
"Ah but Vegeta, when has your pride ever gotten you anywhere except further behind Goku, when has your rank ever gotten you anything but torture from Frieza, when has your Sayaijn pride ever gotten you anything but failure." Vegeta stared at her and went cold. 18 then laughed and turned to 17.
"Let's kill him together, then we can move on to worthier prey, not this weak useless filth." Vegeta stared ahead blindly; his world was going dark, fading at the edges. Then 18 smiled widely, she knew one final way to break him. She turned to 17 and whispered something in his ear. His eyes widened and she smiled sweetly, with no sign on anything but sadistic glee in her eyes.
"Do it, now." She commanded. 17 frowned and then smirked. Vegeta trembled, he was cold, but more than that, he was a failure. With an almost sob he dropped out of SSJ. Vegeta had forgotten how to cry, and that is a sad thing to happen to so strong a man. But he never had a chance to learn, then and now.
Strong cold hands grabbed his face and he was suddenly looking into the eyes of Android 18. Then he felt his clothes being burned away, and he knew what was going to happen. At that he struggled wildly, screaming, blast the robots in the face and clawing, biting, anything to get away.
When 17 entered him he screamed in wild abandon and went SSJ. He would kill them all- but as he screamed his mouth opened 18 kissed him fiercely, and bit his tongue off. Then coolly and coldly she chopped him firmly on the back of his neck, breaking some vertebrae, but not killing him, oh no. 17 slammed into Vegeta one last time and then released him, the blood running freely from Vegeta's defiled body. The once proud and powerful Sayaijn was reduced to a gibbering fool that couldn't move anything below his neck. 18 laughed then, she could see why her brother liked this so much.
"Well 17 says you weren't that bad of a fuck, but I think that Bulma would be a much better one." She watched amusedly as Vegeta's pupils contracted and then gently floated down. When she reached the ground she almost tenderly set him on the ground. Then after laying him there and listening to his ragged breathing, she smiled. 18 casually leaned over and spit on his face, pleased that he couldn't even move his arms to wipe it off. Then, almost casually, she leaned down and kissed him. Vegeta's opened wide and he tried to fight back, at least to bite her mouth. But instead she drew back, displeased, he still could fight.
"Well, now I guess we move onto Bulma, you know I bet she'll like 17 more than she ever like you, at least he'll be able to protect her." Vegeta's neck twitched and a single tear ran down his face, mingling with his blood and the spit from the android.
"Oh dear Vegeta, you seem to be drooling, here I'll wipe that off for you." She took his hand and gently wiped the drool off. "I guess you're jus to helpless to take care of yourself, I'll have to sit and watch you then, make sure you are alright." So 18 sat, and was soon joined by 17, and together they watched Vegeta die. Talking about what they would do to Bulma, calling up his failures, and laughing at him. So he died, broken, bleeding, defiled, and fearing for a woman he was sure no longer loved him, or deserved him.
Sometimes, fate is more than just cruel.
A/N- I hope that didn't suck, something about seem almost, off. Oh well, now please review guys!