Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z or Dragonball GT. They belong to their appropriate owners.
Warnings: blood, violence, yaoi, lemon, strong language and more
Everything is gone
by sol-chan
VII
realization
6th May 784, 3:02:51 p.m.
South Capital
Cold black eyes were looking up at him, not really seeing him, dark brows furrowed over them, handsome face wearing neutral expression of bored annoyance, which Vejita tended to use as a mask every time he wanted to cover his emotions, his lips slightly parted, as he was breathing heavily, tired after firing so large blast in his conditions. Wind playing with upswept ebony hair. Orange gi, though way too loose for him, still clinging to the slithe body enough for its perfection to be obvious. Beautiful... Way too beautiful to harm, kill and cover in dirt.
Gokou sighed. But what else was he supposed to do ? He had just killed millions of innocent people...
As few humans, now dead, had done earlier that day. Why hadn't he been thinking of killing them ? Just because they were humans ? Because they hadn't held great power themselves and needed to use the bombs ?
He didn't want to be unjust. And he didn't want to harm Vejita.
" Why did you kill them all ? Why not only the leaders ?" He asked finally.
" I didn't have enough time." Answered Vejita, reaching his hand to run it through his hair, messed up by the wind.
Gokou's eyes widened. He had killed few millions of innocent people because he hadn't enough time to hunt down few from between them. Rage boiled inside him. How could he have kept Vejita alive for so long if he was still capable of such a monstrosity ? He changed into the Super Saiya-jin, gaining his energy in his palm, pointing the shorter Saiya-jin.
But if he was going to kill him, why hadn't he even thought of killing those who had been responsible for the death of his family and friends, and so many other humans ?
Vejita didn't move to the fighting stance, didn't power up, just hovered there, in front of him, looking straight into his eyes.
The energy ball was ready. He could fire it now in Vejita's direction, see it hitting the shorter warrior, wounding him, killing. He had a reason to do this, reason he wasn't fully believing in. And he didn't want to see Vejita hurt as earlier that day, he didn't want to feel his Ki disappearing, only other Ki in whole the universe really similar to his, in strength and its Saiyan characteristic. He didn't want only person that had ever truly understood him, his need to fight, to be free, to get stronger and stronger, to be dead. He didn't want Vejita to be dead, not his best friend and the man whose grace and beauty he had been secretly admiring from years. He couldn't be the one to kill him. He would have never forgiven himself if he did, the memory of the bliss he had felt having that little body squirming under his, his tongue ravaging that delicious mouth for that reason or another, would have never left him.
He dissipated the energy ball and took his arm down. He couldn't. Not anymore. In fact, he had never could.
" What the hell are you doing ?" Asked Vejita. For the briefest moment he had thought he would join his family in the afterlife; or maybe not, as after what he had done he would rather have gone to hell.
" Let's go home." Said Gokou approaching him and taking his hand out to touch Vejita's arm.
The shorter warrior batted it away.
" I told you not to touch me !" He growled. Kakkarotsu pitted him enough to spare his life despite his crime, as there was no honor in killing a blind man. But he wasn't a blind man ! He didn't want his pity, his help, a place to stay from him ! He wanted nothing from the third-class baka !
Gokou looked down at Vejita, hurt clear in his black eyes.
" I wanted to teleport us back home."
" I don't want you to teleport me back to your fucked little hut you call home, moron ! I don't want to have anything to do with you ! Leave me the hell alone !"
" But... Vejita... I..."
Vejita blasted away.
" Vejita, please ! Let me take care of you ! You need this !" He shouted after the retreating form of the Saiyan Prince. " Vejita !!!" He could catch up to him easily, but how was he supposed to take Vejita with him ? Drag by force ? " Vejita, come back ! You'll get hurt !"
His heart almost leaped out of his chest with joy as Vejita stopped in midair and turned to him.
" Fuck you, Kakkarotsu !" He hissed and flied away.
Uncaring, cold bastard, knowing nothing about feelings other than hate and anger...
He couldn't let him go and leave him alone, maybe forever, if he wouldn't manage to revive his family. He couldn't let him go and get hurt sooner or later. He couldn't. Not anymore. In fact he had never could.
He reached his hand to his forehead and teleported, reappearing just in front of a bit startled Vejita. Startled by his sudden appearance, their unusual closeness, and weird tang in Kakkarotsu's scent, making it strangely intoxicating, and somehow recognizable, for his subconsciousness at least.
" Vejita, please, go with me. You know you can't live alone." Whispered Kakkarotsu in a voice that sent shivers down Vejita's spine, his mind fighting hard to get to know what mean that sudden change in the other Saiya-jin's scent. The answer seeming just out of its reach.
" Vejita, I..."
That scent was making him feel weak, so weak he would most likely collapse on the massive chest in front of him.
" I..." Repeated Kakkarotsu.
Suddenly, all got clear for him. That scent. Kakkarotsu wanted to dominate him, something he technically could do, being stronger... but... His eyes widened. Never had he thought moron could have such thoughts...
" I..." Started Gokou once again. Hard fist came in contact with his stomach and made him double over, blood flowing from his opened mouth.
" No." Hissed Vejita before blasting away.
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