Disclaimer: Yes. I have lots and lots and oodles of money, and I have bought DBZ. Wahahaha. Bow before me. Yeargh.
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Are You Thinking What I'm Thinking Style
He squints and frowns, blinking his eyes painfully against the light. He turns his head and tests his neck carefully, moving in stages and interrupted jerks to a sitting position.
//Ow. Must've fallen asleep with my head against the wall. Or on my textbooks again. But the light-//
Vibrant yellow light hits his eyes from directly above. It was noon.
The boy blinks a few times in confusion, grips the grass in his fingers, turning and squinting against the glare to look at the trees that surround him. He absently rubs the bridge of his nose, attempting to soothe the aches in his legs.
His socks are wet, his clothes in rags, and he begins to realize that the aches and pains in his body are from bruises and cuts.
//What am I going to tell Mom? Actually…what happened to me? Something happened to me…and I'm not covered in blood. That's good. That's defin-//
He's startled when he sees the look on Vegeta's face. He never got looked at that way. //Not even Dad gets looked at this badly, what did I do? What…//
Burning murdering hatred and undisguised profuse contempt and revulsion.
//Oh no. I didn't…I didn't, hurt, anyone else…right?//
He was so sick he felt like vomiting.
//He's afraid. He's actually fucking cringing like some beaten bitch the idiot and I haven't even begun to beat his ass yet. That would be fun. That would be a lot of fun, and the asshole deserves it.//
Vegeta frowns.
//He hunts like a professional, like a true Saiyan and now he's afraid. He fights beautifully, and now he's afraid. Goddamned Kakkarrott and his fucking up.//
The boy looked blankly at him in confusion.
//Maybe I should say something.//
Vegeta glared.
The boy jumped.
Vegeta snarled in frustration.
//The hell the pussy didn't remember, he remembers damn well, the whelp just can't break his little innocence act. Mommy's little lamb in the day and some bedeviled hell-sent slut at night. Well screw that. Either you are or you aren't, ass hole, but I'm sure as hell not letting you play both. You wanna try and claim a Saiyan Prince you'd better have the balls to back it up.//
Long, predatory and vehemently pissed strides had Vegeta at Gohan's side on the ground in a second,
//Oh dear oh dear oh dear he looks very mad.//
//What a goddamned pussy. But with the brains still to look at my neck. You remember, ass hole, you remember what you did to me. Not as stupid as you want to be wuss.//
Vegeta hauled the boy up by his collar, what was left of it, and simply holds him at eye level. Of course, this does mean that the boy's legs are a bit bent under him thanks to the huge size differences.
Picture the two.
One of bronzed skin and viper-like eyes, jaw clenched and bottom lip pulled back just enough to show the sharp canines. He is undoubtedly hostile and ready to follow through with that conviction.
The other is noticeably younger, with a more delicate bone structure and milky skin, eyes wide, a little frightened and baffled. His jaw is sharp his lips are pressed together; his lips are far too red.
One aspect keeps the two from completely filling the roles of the terrified and furious.
The younger holds the optimistic belief that everything will resolve itself given time, no matter how bad it is, it would all really be Ok. If necessary, he would make it Ok. But it would really all be Ok.
The older holds dread.
//Dammit. There had to be a clear defining of dominance, the strong and the weak; not just in a bond, but at all times. Not that there would be a damn bond or anything resembling it. I'm in charge and he's not, and I'm not going to let that go otherwise. I'll break the brat's teeth before that happened again, kill him if I have to. Because the blood was wrong. That shouldn't have happened.
But if the blood had been right…if he'd actually…//
Vegeta snorted.
//If the blood had been right he would have fucked that little boy-girl and been done with it. And would've left me out of the whole mess.//
The boy swallowed nervously and tried not to flinch let his eyes dart.
//Why is he so close? Why am I so nervous? Sure he's mad, but he's always mad, he's Vegeta, so what's with me? Why is he so close, he's too close, this is really, really weird. No. Beyond weird. Paranormal. Yeah. He…he smells funny…what//
The boy blinks a bit, and leans forward a smidgen, causing Vegeta's eyes to widen a bit.
//Wow, he really does smell different up close, really… distinctive, I guess. Lots of sweat, a little sickly, and blood in his clothes, and on his skin. An acrid, sharp light smell, ozone, lightening or…a ki attack? A fight? Did we fight? I think we did. Why? But he's really close though, really close, so close and I can almost touch him, just reach out a tiny bit and I can touch his skin and his hair and his eyes…his eyes are--//
The boy's face is wrenched to the side as he's struck and he is dropped to the ground.
The older man is glaring at him sullenly.
//I can read your mind boy. I know every thought in your head; it's run through my head too. Don't you dare fuck with me.//
The boy looks startled, but not hurt or particularly shocked.
//What?…//
The older man takes to the air without a second thought, gone in seconds with only a faint vapor trail tracing the way.
Without thinking, without breathing, Gohan jumped into the air to watch him go.
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