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There is violence, some situations related to rape, strong language, and probably lemon in future chapters (if there will be some)
"I couldn't tell him no"
by Channonix
Part V
Vejita
went downstairs slowly. He could feel Kakkarotsu, his brat and Trunks down
there, taking care of Bulma. He didn't want to face them, not yet. He suppressed
his ki completely and sank into the shadows, moving against the wall, not
making any sound. He stopped just beside the open door, noticing Kakkrotsu's
nostrils twitching slightly, but obviously the other Saiya-jin dismissed
the thought of smelling his scent.
They all had judged him dead. He wondered why they weren't astonished
by the disappearance of his corpse. Kakkarotsu looked in his direction,
but soon turned back to answer his brat's question, not noticing anything
suspicious. He could go now...
But, something stopped him. He looked at them once again; all gathered
in the center of the room, in the dim light of a little lamp, around the
couch where the woman was half laying, half sitting, wrapped in a blanket,
talking with them, a weak smile on her face. She was smiling, but her eyes
were sad, she was at the edge of crying. He trembled against the wall when
she looked at him, like if she could see him, she was looking straight
into his face, her blue eyes holding such sorrow and regret...
He wondered what she was regretting... That she had wasted her life
spending it with a man whom wasn't right for her ? That he wasn't capable
of loving her ? That he had died ?
He wondered over what and who was she shedding the tears that began
rolling down her cheeks... Over herself as a mother of two half-orphanes,
or maybe over him ? He wondered if she would have been happy if only she
knew that he was alive...
He shook his head slightly, weird thoughts were overwhelming him, he
was getting soft, damn...
He turned to the door, ready to blast away, but before he couldn't
stop himself from looking one last time at the crying woman, his woman
once. It was over between them, even if she would learn eventually that
he wasn't dead, he knew he wouldn't come back to her anymore. Kakkarotsu
was right; she deserved someone better than him, someone capable of loving
her, someone whom she could trust and not fear that one day he could have
been trying to kill her once again... It was over...
" I'm sorry, Bulma." He whispered silent as a breath. She had spent her life trying to teach him how to love, and yes, she had wasted it. Beside the custom and the lust there had been nothing that had been holding them together, but now it was over...
He went a few steps away before flying away quickly, still keeping his
ki low. He was flying slowly, not powering up too much and though this
was annoying him to no end he couldn't speed up, he didn't want to let
Kakkarotsu and the others know where he was, that he was even alive. He
was scanning the ground below him, sank in the darkness of the night, only
the inhuman sharpness of his senses letting him see the wilderness below
once he had left the city. Slowly, as he was further and further away from
his former home, he increased the speed, enjoying this ride through the
dark blue clouds enlightened by the sliver disk of the full moon, savoring
the fresh taste of the humid night air, letting the full moon's light have
its effect on him, making his eyes red and his mind blank. He was missing
his tail at moments like this, he had never grown used to its absence,
to his inability to turn Oozaru, to sink in the thoughtless madness when
it was too hard to think, usually when it had been too hard for him to
think about his past deeds... When it had been too hard to think about
what he had done and what they had done to him... He had sometimes
moods like this, when he was regretting, when his victims' faces and voices
were appearing in his dreams, the only defense he knew against this weakness,
humans seemed to call the conscience, was to sink in that madness, but
he hadn't that shelter anymore, it was gone, along with his tail, along
with the only thing that had been making him easily recognizable as a Saiya-jin,
now he was looking much like a human, too much like a human.
Humans...
Pitiful weaklings, but he had accepted their constant presence around
him in the end, he had grown used to their foolish way of thinking and
doing things, their constant blabbering about love and charity. He had
ended up valuing them quite high, and he had ended up mixing his royal
Saiya-jin blood with a human and being proud of the results.
Weaklings...
He had been taught to think about them as the beings that had sunk
the lowest you could possibly get, born to be dominated and destroyed by
the strongers, born to be used, born to be purged, living targets...
He had killed more billions of them than he was capable of counting
thinking like that, only to get to know one day how amusing of creatures
they could be, how brave, how proud, how enduring, how ingenious, how desirable...
Only to get to know what he had really done in the long run; destroying
countless planets that had been just like the Earth, thousands of worlds
he could have ended dwelling on and thinking the same about the weaklings
he would have shared it with.
He shook his head and looked more intensely into the moon. He needed
to forget...
He wanted to get away of these thoughts, he couldn't stand it anymore,
dealing with his cold soul and the memories of his childhood and the time
when he had been serving under Freeza, memories which every single one
taken from between was the darkest nightmare.
Slowly, his red eyes were widening as he was looking into the disk of
the moon, his thoughts disappearing, the pain going away, if only for awhile,
his blood boiling in his veins with the lust for blood.
Damn, he was hungry. He flew vertically down, reaching the peaks of
the pines that were below, flying just over them, looking for a victim,
for the fresh meat. He growled deep in his throat with the raw, animalistic
joy coming from the hope to fill his stomach as he spotted the deer down
there. He lowered his flight even more, following the animal. Surely, he
could blast it easily, but he decided against it. He was getting closer
and closer to the deer, now trying desperately to flee, running through
the forest at top speed, but Vejita was way faster. He reached his arm
behind the animal's neck and crushed its spine in one swift, trained motion,
breaking the skin, his fingers in white gloves sinking in the raw meat.
In the first rays of the morning sun he threw away one last white bone
of the deer to the pile laying nearby, beside the fire he had started with
a blast hours ago. As the day began, the effect of the moon on him stopped,
his eyes getting black again, his mind acknowledging the existence of his
cold, dark, hurt soul again. He let himself forget for that few hours,
and he knew already he was going to let himself forget once again, next
night and the next, on all the following nights of the full moon.
He had no other choice but to live like that for some time, hunting
at nights, eating and sleeping at days, being alone, utterly and completely
alone...
He was sitting there, on a cold stone, looking at the fire as it was slowly going out.
Suddenly, he found himself being somewhere else, on the yard of a little house in the middle of the woods, the house he knew quite good, his greatest rival's - Kakkarotsu's home. He saw her, chibi there, lying on the grass, dressed in a little red gi, Kakkarotsu lying beside her and smiling like an idiot.
" Grandpa, when you were my age what you were thinking you would become when you would be your age ?" She asked, following white clouds in the sky with her curious, black eyes.
"Uhm... What ?" Asked Kakkarotsu, sitting up and scratching his head. Chibi grew annoyed and frowned.
" When you were my age, Grandpa, what did you want to be in the future ?"
" Uhm... I wanted to be a fighter, like my Grandpa, he was teaching me a lot back then."
" That's a lot like me, Grandpa..."
" Why ?" Asked Kakkarotsu innocently.
" Because, I'm going to be a fighter as well and you are teaching me, and you're my Grandpa. I'm going to be as strong as you !"
If only she knew... If only she knew how soon was she going to become almost as strong as Kakkarotsu, what kind of pain she was going to share with the second strongest warrior on Earth along with his ki...
Vejita trembled as he came back to the reality. What the fuck had been
that ? Surely, one of chibi's memories, he had to have an access to them
as she had to his own appearing in one of them, comforting him... Damn...
How could he have forgotten about her ? How could he have forgotten that
he was mated now, with seven years old child, only quarter Saiya-jin and
only because he had needed a bit of her life force to flee from the embrace
of death, but still...
He wasn't alone anymore in the real meaning of the word, he was mated,
he was sharing his soul with another being, she was still somewhere there,
inside, warm, bright and comforting. Damned brat...
She had all he had never had: a happy, peaceful childhood, a mother,
a loving father, friends, no weight of responsibility. And she was innocent,
never forced to kill, never being used, beside their little mating encounter,
and now he was sharing that all with her... He felt a need growing inside
him, kind of a never fulfilled hunger, need to live through her whole life,
a need to have her memories as his own. He knew it was possible, their
bond was making it possible, only he had to concentrate and search for
a key inside him.
He stood up and blasted into the sky, flying to find a silent place
to meditate. A few minutes after he spotted a clearing, with a source in
the center, the water murmuring softly, birds matching the sound with their
morning song. He landed and sat down on the stone beside the source, concentrated
and closed his eyes. He knew well from Nappa that scanning the whole Chibi's
memory was going to tighten the bond, he would make it impossible for him
to live without having her close, for them to be apart for long. He had
to be fucking crazy to be doing this ! Years of living among the weaklings
had had to cause his brain to get seriously damaged, but he couldn't...
He couldn't deal anymore with that hunger, need of any kind of warmth,
filling his soul, he had to fulfill it, he was too close to the fulfillment
to retire now.
Yes, he was going to tighten the bond, he was going to spend his life
with that brat, if this was going to help him to ease that pain, to get
over his past, to free that power he had buried inside him, he was going
to sacrifice his pride to mate with Kakkarotsu's spawn, this was only Saiya-jin
female alive anyway, he was going to let her be close to him, closer than
anybody else had ever been before, he needed it, this was what he had been
looking for over the past years... He was going to be close to that little
girl, to wait patiently till she would matured into a woman, to spend the
rest of his life with her... though he didn't even know her name...
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