Chapter 14: Goku
Goku knocked on the door of the apartment that Vegeta lived in. When no one answered, he knocked again but still no one came. "Vegeta?" Goku called. "Vegeta are you here? Open the door; it's me!" Then, slowly the door creped open.
"Vegeta?" asked Goku as he timidly entered the dark apartment. It didn't look like anyone was in there. The light, or what little of it was even able to shine through from the outside, was, to the highest degree, dimmed by heavy curtains. The whole apartment was warm; a thick smoke floated about and it was heavily perfumed. Goku coughed and covered his mouth to keep from breathing in. "Vegeta are you in here?" he called but Vegeta was nowhere to be seen.
Behind him the door slammed shut, causing Goku to jump and spin around. Now it was completely black. The Saiyan's senses heightened, his body went into fight-or-flight mode but he doubted he'd be able to do anything; the smoke was already fogging up his mind. A sensation of being watched form everywhere in the room descended upon him and more then once he felt something like claws digging into his back, but when he turned around there was nothing but air there. Again, the feeling came from behind him. His instincts told him to get out and he began to worry; 'was Vegeta still in here somewhere perhaps unconscious?' he asked himself. 'Had he gotten out? But then who had opened the door? And closed it for that matter?'
He started to panic. There was hardly any light so even though his eyes had adjusted he couldn't go anywhere without bumping into things. And the feeling of something grabbing him form behind, something always watching him, hadn't gone away. He dropped to his knees and began trembling. He didn't know his way around Vegeta's apartment, he couldn't save him if that's what his old friend needed him to do now. 'Think,' Goku told himself, trying to calm his senses. 'Just think of a way to see where you're going.........the windows.' Yes, that's it. If he could get to a window and throw open the curtains, he'd be able to see again and then he could find Vegeta. But he didn't feel like moving, that invisible force holding him in place.
"Sorry about all of this," came a voice from across the room. Goku looked in the direction it had come from where a flame appeared and beside it, in it's tiny glow, Vegeta's face. "And I'm sorry about the fog too," he said in a low voice as he lit a few candles. "I know that the amount of all this incant smoke must be having a dizzying affect on you. If you feel faint you can lay yourself on my bed, right beside you. they just like the warmth and the smell has proven very therapeutic for me."
Goku had calmed down a great deal since Vegeta had shown himself. Now there was some light to see what was where and Vegeta was okay. But Goku noticed, as he sat himself on the bed, that Vegeta wasn't quite himself. The Saiyan boy laid down and watched Vegeta as he worked up the voice to talk to him. He wasn't dressed like he usually dressed, Goku noted. He wore tight leather pants and no shirt. Wrapped around his arms and hands where tight leather bands. The glint in his eye as he watched Goku wasn't the same one the boy was used to seeing, but maybe it was just the candle?
"Vegeta?" Goku whispered softly.
Suddenly Goku's cheek stung and he found half his body hanging over the side of the bed. He was too drugged to follow it, but Goku realized that Vegeta had smacked him.
"You've caused me a lot of grief Kakarot," he hiss in a voice that was not his own. "I don't know if you should be grateful or not that I'm taking this out on you instead of your boyfriend, Piccolo. Kami only knows how much I'd like to slit his throat right now."
"Wha-what's going on?" asked Goku pushing himself up. Most of his strength seemed to have been drained from his body, so his arms trembled under his weight. "Vegeta, what's wrong?"
"SILENCE! I am sick of hearing your voice Kakarot!" Once again Vegeta hit Goku and the Saiyan boy was flung back onto the bed. Vegeta straddled the boy and pinned his hands down. "I'll make you regret ever crossing me. You should have stayed by my side Kakarot, you should have followed my example. I waited for you, all these years. I let him talk me into waiting for you to join us. What a fool I was to listen to him. I shoulda just taken you way back then when I killed the rest of those stupid idiots. But I was told to spare your life. I was told you'd come to me willingly. But you didn't and now I'll make you regret. I'll make him regret too. Yes, he'll have to do it. You can both suffer together." He began laughing insanely.
To be blunt, Goku was scared. This wasn't Vegeta, there was no way in hell it could be. So many excuses ran through Goku's mind about why he could be doing this, what he was possibly talking about and each of them was frightening. But it all seemed to boil down to one reason that kept popping up: Vegeta was being controlled. But for what? And who could possibly want to control Vegeta? 'Well, it doesn't matter right now,' Goku thought as he began trying to pull his hands free. 'I just have to find a way to free Vegeta before- whatever this sicko has planned takes place.'
"Stop struggling!" the possessed Vegeta cried. He let go of one of Goku's wrists and, before the boy could do anything, punched Goku hard in the gut. He chuckled as Goku gasped for air and let go of the other wrist to cradle Goku's head in almost a loving way. "Don't make me hurt you Kakarot; truth be told, I've grown rather fond of you. But even so, don't think I won't hesitate to make you bleed." And he twisted Goku's ear until the boy cried out in pain. He laughed again and let go of Goku.
"Vegeta," Goku said meekly. "Vegeta, c'mon now, don't do this. Don't let this happen. Fight it Vegeta, just come to me and I promise I'll take care of you."
The older of the two on the bed stopped laughing to look down at Goku. He smirked evilly. "So you think Vegeta can still fight me, do you? You're wrong Kakarot; I've all but killed him. I wish I could kill him, then I wouldn't have to put up with him anymore. But then, if I killed him, I couldn't stay in here anymore. I guess then I'd have to possess you. And who would I torment then.....Why Piccolo of course. Hee hee hee, I'd love to see the look on his face when I make you say that you hate his guts and never want to see him again. Of course, I'd do that only after making you have sex with every prostitute on the face of this Earth." He started laughing again, then stopped abruptly. His face twisted into a grimace and he shook his head as though to clear it. "So you can still fight me," he whispered. "Damn you."
Goku sat up on the bed. "Vegeta," he said feeling dizzy from the smoke. "Vegeta....come back......."
Vegeta, the true Vegeta, opened his eyes and turned to Goku with a dreamy, glazed look in his eyes. "Kakarot," he whispered. "You need to get out of here now.....get going, run away...." He closed his eyes tightly as though in pain.
Goku made to hug Vegeta, to give him comfort, but the older Saiyan pushed him away. "No, c'mon," he said trying to hug his old friend again. "You're in trouble; let me help."
"If you want.....to help.........Kakarot............get away......." Vegeta seemed to be struggling with himself. It was scary to watch, and Goku didn't want to leave. So he didn't. He stayed by Vegeta's side despite the former prince's protests. Finally, Vegeta gave a howl of rage and dived on top of Goku. He had lost the battle to the evil inside him.
"You little bastard!" Vegeta cried pulling Goku up by the neck and slamming him down onto the bed again. "Oh, you've really gone and pushed all my buttons now. Now's the time for you to scream and beg for mercy!! Perhaps crying the name of your lover a few times will make him swing in to the rescue! But don't count on it."
Goku's clothes were torn to shreds. His arms and legs were chained up. Any noise of protest he made earned him a great deal of pain. With every thrust there was a punch following it till Goku just learned to hold his tongue. At first, it was agonizing having Vegeta thrust into him from behind not to mention embarrassing when he started to like it. Goku comforted himself with the thought that it was just natural to like this, even though he didn't want to. 'Just pretend it's Piccolo; it'll be over soon,' Goku told himself.
But it wasn't Piccolo, and it was hard to pretend it was when Vegeta was so violent with his body. Goku wondered faintly what Piccolo would do once Goku came home. How could Goku go home and ever look at Piccolo the same way again? The Namek had been right all along and tears filled Goku's eyes as he wished he had listened to him. He didn't want them to fight..........perhaps Piccolo would listen to him?
Another painful thrust made Goku realize that Piccolo would never forgive Vegeta. This all was Piccolo's territory and now that Vegeta had crossed the line into it the Saiyan's Lover would probably not rest until he was dead. Knowing this was like having an ice cold dagger slash at his heart. He tried, but he couldn't keep the whimpering noises from coming. After the first few hits, the pain didn't matter to him anymore and he let himself cry out his heart's agony.
End Chapter 14!
Gasp! HOW COULD HE?!?! Oh No! Poor Goku! Poor Piccolo! What's going to happen next? See you all in the next, and (possibly, if I don't decide to do an epilogue, but that might depend on weither or not you all want a sequel) FINAL Chapter!!!
Oh My Kami! It's coming to an end!!!! tear, sob