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Yaoi , a/u, death,
The Tangled Web in which We Lie
I can watch you. I can watch all I want. I can stare at whatever I like. My eyes are mine and their gaze belongs to me. And their gaze belongs on you. Your body…your perfect body, that has seemed to be dipped in bronze. I watch as you eat, slowly bringing the fork to your mouth and easing the food off of it. Your rigid jaw chewing, chewing, and chewing. You seem to chew the proper amount of times before swallowing, but what should I expect from a regal Prince such as yourself. I could watch you all day, but I can't. I have something trifle to attend to. I must go for now, but I will be back to watch.
I stand from behind the bush, as I hear your fork clatter to the plate and your voice break through the silence. I glance through the window to see who your talking to. Hm, orange gi, that can only mean one thing. "Goku!" Your standing on the far side of the room so I can only see your back and part of Goku's front. You seem happy, a little to happy to see a 'third class baka that you hate'. I bend down again behind the bush and peer in the window. Yes, I do have other things to do, but I would put the world on hold to see what's going to happen next.
I nearly fainted as you embrace Goku, and he does the same. Why would you two touch each other in such a way? You always act as if you hate him… Unless, that is just what it is… an act of some kind. My suspicions are answered when you two catch yourselves in a lip lock. I am horrified. Goku is still married, and Vegeta…well that's another story. Why couldn't I see this coming. I should have known you two had a relationship. It's so obvious if one really takes time to think about it. I feel dizzy as I see articles of clothing strewn across the floor. I am afraid to open my eyes as I had clenched them shut. That should be me in there with Vegeta! Not Goku! He isn't worthy of the Prince's touch, but I am. I open an eye, only to gasp. They were engaged…ENGAGED SEXUALLY! I am outraged, I have half a mind to go in there this very moment and terminate Goku's life, but no, that wouldn't be proper. I unclench my fists and stare back into the window.
Vegeta was on top, why was I not surprised. Oh, to be under Vegeta must be heavenly. I am finding myself hating Goku more every second, I thought that would be impossible, for anyone to hate him, but if anything I have learned nothing is impossible. The Prince was sweating and panting heavily as he thrusted into Goku who was swishing his head from side to side wrapping his legs around Vegeta's waist and arms around his shoulders. A tear slipped down my cheek as I uprooted the flower bed that was next to me. I sent flowers flying everywhere. Why, why, why! Vegeta should be mine! I deserve him My heart shattered, as I looked at them again. They are in love, I can sense it, pouring from them, how it sickens me. I will destroy that love. I never thought Goku one to cheat on his wife, and Vegeta fucking Goku, well it's obvious that no one in their right mind's has ever thought of that. I stand to my feet, not being able to bear another one of their moans or see the motion of their movements. I take off, into the sky. Contemplating my next move, something has to be done about this situation. I will have Vegeta, and if I can't then no one will.
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2 hours later at Vegeta's
Goku slapped his hand across Vegeta's naked butt as the Prince walked down the hall, tossing Goku a smirk as he was slapped.
"I'm hungry…Geta!" Vegeta opened the closet door grabbing a towel then looking at Goku who was still laying on the floor.
"I just fed you." Vegeta purred. "You want more?" The taller saiyajin blushed heavily.
"I always want more, but I meant food, like from the kitchen." He sat up and put his clothes back on not taking his gaze off of Vegeta.
"Help yourself, you know where the kitchen is. I will be in the shower." With that said Vegeta disappeared into the bathroom. Goku walked into the kitchen and began looking through the refrigerator. He popped a few cheese cubes into his mouth as he looked.
"This looks good." He said grabbing a pan that seemed to have chicken with a cream sauce over it. He snatched a plate out of the cabinet and piled the food on, then put it in the microwave.
As soon as the microwave bell rang he ripped the food out of there and began throwing it down his throat, how it didn't burn him, no one will ever know. Then suddenly there was a light knocking on the door. He barely heard it through his eating. He set his plate down and made his way through the living room and opened the door.
"ChiChi?" She stumbled in, her eyes a little watery. "What are you doing here?" ChiChi was not one to track Goku down, ever. So this was a strange incident indeed.
Her words seemed forced as she spoke. "I…uh…he…Goku…"
"What?" She stumbled again as she took a step towards him and fell. Goku caught her into his arms as horror lit up his eyes. Her back was bare, her flesh seemed to be ripped from her, exposing bloodied muscle. He fought the urge to vomit ….but that wasn't all. The worst part was the long knife protruding from her.
Who would do this? Who would want to cause such pain and to ChiChi, she had done nothing to no one. He looked again at her disgusting back How didn't he notice it? There was something else…a note…stapled to her shoulder muscle…he tried to ignore it as he pleaded with ChiChi to stay alive. "CHICHI!" He shook her, but to no avail she didn't move. Her life had been depleted. "Oh, god, no…HELP!" He shook her again as a towel clad Vegeta entered the living room.
"What is all the noise for…?" His eyes roamed over Goku then down to the body he was holding, a very bloody body. "Kakarott what happened?" He was only answered with sobs and inaudible words. He rushed to his side and began squeezing his shoulders.
"Call…cops…" Vegeta removed his hands and walked over to the phone dialing the number to the police.
"Why? Who would do this!" He laid ChiChi on the floor face down while carefully removing the note that was stapled to her back. He shuddered as coagulated blood stuck to it, making sickening sounds as the paper was peeled from the muscle.
"One sick fuck." Vegeta answered Goku as he stood over them. "Now tell me what happened."
Goku inhaled and looked up at Vegeta. "I'm, I'm not sure. She just showed up here, and I answered the door, her eyes were watery and she fell on me then I saw her back, that's it." Vegeta nodded.
"How did she know where you were?"
"Uh, I told her I was coming to spar with you…." Vegeta pointed to the note in Goku's hand.
"What's that?" Tears welled up in the taller Saiyajin's eyes as he looked at the bloody note in his hand.
"It was…stapled…to her back." Vegeta lifted Goku off of the floor and embraced him tightly.
"Everything is going to be ok Kakarott. I don't know what is going on, but we will catch the person who did this."
"No, Vegeta this is my fault. If I never came over here, this would have never happened." Vegeta shook Goku a little and tightened his hold around him.
"Don't do this to yourself Kakarott, you don't know that for sure. It could have happened anytime. You could have been out training, or saving the world, and it could have happened. But you were here with me…" A knock at the door interrupted them. Vegeta lead Goku to the couch and sat him down as he continued to the door. When he opened it he got a surprise.
"Yamcha what the f-!" Yamcha strode in clothed in his police uniform with a big smile on his lips.
"A lot can happen in five years, you should learn to keep in touch." He said tapping Vegeta's chest. " Now we got a call. What's the problem?"
Vegeta stared as Yamcha's finger touched his bare chest. Then looked at him with a frown. "You look completely stupid in that get up, now seriously, where are the 'real' cops?" he asked as he lead him back to Goku. Two other cops followed after Yamcha.
"I am a 'real' cop Vegeta. It's not impossible you know."
"I am beginning to doubt the system." Yamcha gave a half laugh.
When they entered the living room Vegeta saw Goku reading the note that had been attached to ChiChi.
Yamcha ran over to the body on the floor. He covered his mouth when he saw who it was. Officer's Saira and Damion began surveying the area immediately picking up clues and whatnot. "Goku, I need to ask you some questions" Goku nodded and looked up at Yamcha not seeming surprised at all that he was a cop.
"You can ask me." Vegeta interrupted and stepped in front of his shaken mate. Yamcha took out a pad and a pen.
"Yes and I will ask you, I have to ask you both questions."
"Can't you see he is upset and really in no condition to talk, his wife has just been murdered. I mean really Yamcha you seem unprepared a pen and pad, I thought they had recorders now a days?" Yamcha ignored Vegeta pushing past him and looking down at Goku.
"What is that? Is it evidence?" He snatched the paper from Goku faster than Goku had wanted him too. He opened it and read it aloud.
" The world's savior. The Prince's whore. You have saved countless lives, but when your wife cried out in agony for your help, calling out your name, you cried out in passion the name of Vegeta. You know what they say once a cheater always a cheater….
Your warning has been given and hopefully the loss of your wife will be enough for you to leave Vegeta alone. Unless you want another death on your hands…"
He motioned for Officer Damion to come over and he did with a clear plastic bag in hand he opened it up and Yamcha dropped the evidence in. "Yamcha, I just want to let you know some other cops are on there way down to survey the area, and it would probably be better if we got them out of here." He nodded and waited for Vegeta to get dressed first. Then lead them out of the door to his cop car.
Minutes later they were at a coffee shop, Yamcha with his notepad still in hand.
"Ok, now that we are settled in. How about that note. What does it mean?" He pointed his pen at Vegeta then at Goku. "Are you two having a relationship?"
"Yes, Kakarott is my mate." Vegeta said through a sip of coffee. Goku nodded hesitantly.
"Ok, so that clears up a lot of things, at least that gives a motive for this person. They obviously have a thing for Vegeta. That's why they killed your wife. So there bargain to you is leave Vegeta alone and no one else gets hurt."
"No. Why should I alter my life? I don't love this person. They are psycho anyway, if they are willing to kill people to get me to notice them."
"It's more like to get Goku away from you, not you to notice them." Vegeta turned to Goku who was nibbling on a donut.
"Kakarott your awfully quite, I know you must be hurting, but it will be ok. I promise we are going to catch this bastard" A strong hand went to Goku's shoulder and caressed it softly.
"I know it's just that note really shook me up. This is all my fault." Vegeta looked into Goku's eyes with a puckered brow as he spoke.
"No it isn't! It's not your fault that someone went crazy and murdered your wife! Don't say that again!" Goku nodded.
"I have another question why didn't this person just go after you Goku?"
Goku shrugged. "I guess because they just wanted to hurt me, its worse that way."
"Hm, ok. Well why do you think out of all people someone would become obsessed with Vegeta, how can anyone…."
Vegeta growled at the statement. "I am a Prince, and I am also handsome." Yamcha shrugged.
"Yeah but your attitude, royalty and good looks aren't enough to get me stalking you!"
"Ok I get it! Can we please get on with this!"
"Yes anything for Prince Vegeta." Yamcha turned to Goku. "And your happy with him?" Goku looked at Yamcha and nodded. "Yes."
"Of course he is, what kind of stupid question is that. That can not possibly help the case in any way. You are a horrible cop!"
Many questions later…
"Do you two have somewhere to stay?"
Vegeta nodded. "Yes we can stay at Capsule Corps."
"Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean the killer said…"
"I know what the killer said. You think I am going to let the killer have whatever they want. Just because Kakarott is staying there doesn't mean, we'll be together. He can have his own room. I will not change my life for this psycho!"
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In a nearby booth…
You won't change your life for me? Maybe I will have to change it for you then. Your so determined on catching me, but here I am, right here…right behind you. Eating a croissant and drinking a cappuccino and you don't even know. You don't have the slightest clue. But people know, yes these humans know. They look at me strangely as if I don't make sense. My face to them is a riddle. I can smell you right now. I sniff you in, your smell is stronger than all the coffee in this place. That's why I must have you, you're the only one who can sate me, my desires. And I don't think you think I am serious about this, but maybe another innocent one has to die, just to prove my point. I hope not, I hope you won't make me kill again, but you probably will. Your face will drive me to the point of insanity, your skin will make me sweat. I want you…and if this is the only way I can get you…so be it. I will have you. I am not a man…yes man…to be harsh and cruel, but I can be.
Vegeta, I have loved you for so long. We met so long ago, and you were rude to me when we first met, but then again your rude to everyone, but you were corrected when you made that mistake. You are often corrected a lot.
I admire you, for all that you do. I remember watching you fight so many times. Your courage and strength, never ceased to amaze me. I too, am strong, stronger than you realize. I will worship your body better than Goku can. I can understand you better. Just let me have you, please don't make me kill again.
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"I'll be back, I have to go to the bathroom." Goku said as he stood and removed himself from the booth. He walked down the cold hall of the coffee shop thinking quietly to himself as he entered the bathroom. He walked inside as he was greeted almost instantly.
"Hello Goku." A voice purred.
Goku looked up into the always unchanging face of android 17. He forced a smile.
"Hi Seventeen, what are you doing here?" Seventeen stepped to the sink and began washing his hands.
"I live in this city now, does that bother you?"
"Oh, no not at all. I just thought you swore to live your life in the woods or something." He shrugged as he dried his hands.
"People change. I got bored anyway. So what brings you here."
"Nothing good…ChiChi was murdered." He looked at Seventeen's face. Just as he guessed no reaction at all.
"Really." A hand touched Goku's back and patted it. "I'm so sorry, but why did you come to enjoy coffee if your wife has been murdered." Goku stifled a laugh.
"No, Vegeta and I, are being questioned, Yamcha brought us here." Seventeen nodded.
"Vegeta…"
"Yeah you do remember him, right?"
"How can anyone forget the hot headed little Prince."
"Um yeah, that's Vegeta, but I love him!" Seventeen walked over to the door.
"You love him? Are you two a couple." Goku blushed and nodded a yes. "That's good, well maybe I will see you both around." He said walking out of the bathroom.
"Yeah maybe."
