Abhor
Disclaimer: don't own DBZ
Agent 182: Sorry it took a while for the update. I've been busy . . . anyways I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for the reviews! And please review I like to know what you think!
~ Blah~ = flashbacks
* Blah * dialogue from flashbacks
Chapter 4: detestation
The door slammed as I shut it, the whole house shook. What the hell is wrong with Kakkarot? I could have sworn I smelt fear. Utter fear. It had radiated in waves from his muscular body, it was almost as if he was afraid of . . . me . . .
No- it's not possible, why would Kakkarot be scared of me? I did catch scent of something else but I couldn't identify it. It wasn't the usual perfumed scent that came from him, it seemed almost . . . wrong. Like it was my scent. But I haven't been close enough to him, for my scent to drench him. I closed my eyes for a moment as I sat down on the couch.
I reopened them and they scanned over the living room. I might as well start cleaning this mess up . . .
I got to my feet and went into the kitchen, grabbed the trash can and I carried it back into the living room.
I picked up a conglomeration of items on the floor. Tossing the broken things into the trash and setting the ones that still looked like they had before, aside.
In no time, the living room was cleaned up. I stretched my arms in front of me, trying to get the stiffness out. I need to train some more. The androids will be here soon and I will not be defeated!!
And soon the days went by. Each one was spent training in the gravity room. Each day went by and still there was no sign of Kakkarot. The Namek, Kakkarot, and that brat of his had gone somewhere to train. I think they came back yesterday . . .
I sent a flying kick into my opponent, one of the robots Bulma had built. They were easy to defeat and were no challenge to me, even with the gravity so high. I would raise it higher every time it got easy. Kakkarot will be astounded by my strength.
I was soon covered in sweat; it dripped down my chin, leaving trails of salt. I flexed my muscles; each of them glimmered with my perspiration. I smirked and exited the gravity room, grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom. I reeked.
I lazily walked into the bathroom, tossing the towel onto the toilet seat and I began to peel my damp clothes off. I stepped out of my one-piece spandex training outfit, turned on the water to the shower, the room filled with steam, and I stepped inside. The heat slapped against my skin, red droplets appeared, the heat brought a smile to my face as I picked up the bar of soap and ran it over my tanned skin. Small bubbles appeared as it lathered and I continued across my arms, leaving a trail of white, I scrubbed under my armpits until I was satisfied the stench was gone. Then I started down my stomach, making circles with the soap across my skin, by they were soon washed away from the spray of water. Over the side of my hips and across the arcs of my ass. And back to the front; I lathered the soap in my hand and set it aside for a moment as I took hold of my dick. I gently ran my fingers over it, just doing that caused it to harden. I couldn't help myself as I stroked it from the base to tip, the sensation sending gasps from my throat. My fingers wrapped around my thick member and I pumped it up and down, not thinking it was me but . . . Kakkarot . . .
His smooth skin under mine . . . I let my eyes slide shut. . . my lips nipping at his then biting into them savagely. Tearing them-ripping them-
*Vegeta- st-stop- what are you*
My eyes shot open and I quickly looked around the room. "What the hell?" I said aloud in confusion. It had sounded so real I could almost feel his skin. I could taste him on my lips . . . I could-
Dammit! I'm just dreaming . . . but why would Kakkarot be telling me to stop? I cleared my throat and began to clean myself as quickly as possible. Washed my hair, conditioned and soon I was out and drying off my skin; then I was in my full body spandex outfit. The material clung to me like a second skin. I only hope that one day I can convince Kakkarot to wear it.
After brushing my teeth and running a brush through my hair, I was on my way to his home.
I was shocked as I felt his ki; it was low . . . but why?
I touched down on the front lawn, rushed to the door, and opened it. I tend to invite myself in.
Narrowed eyes greeted me. "What do you want!?" The evil woman yelled at me. I growled and went past her.
"Where's Kakkarot?" I scanned the room, not seeing him.
"He's in the bathroom, he's been in there all day throwing up. Why do you care anyway?"
I didn't answer her annoying voice; I just headed in the direction of the bathroom. Yes, he was in the bathroom all right. I could hear him gagging and retching. It almost sounded painful. His wife stepped next to me.
"What's wrong with him?" I crossed my arms over me chest, taking my usual stance.
"It's not the heart virus . . . he might just have the stomach flu . . . if he's not better by tomorrow, I'm going to bring him to the hospi-"
"The woman should be back tonight, bring him over to Capsule Corp." ChiChi looked at me for a moment.
Her eyebrow rose in amusement. "Since when do you care about what happens to Goku?"
I always have, but my words came out so differently. "Feh, I don't care about that idiot, I'm supposed to kill him not some stupid stomach flu!" I snorted and turned away from her, she went down the hall the opposite direction; I moved away from where we once stood, and started down the hall.
"Ve-Vegeta?"
Came weak words.
I turned to face Kakkarot, his eyes . . .
They weren't his eyes.
* You need to rest, you're sick. I'll bring you upstairs- *
I flinched as I heard the words, but his lips never moved. Not once.
* I- I should go ChiChi she'll be worried- *
Still, he stared at me, his eyes digging deep into my soul. Crushing it.
*Vegeta! STOP!!*
I stared back at the other Sayian.
The bruises . . .
The torn lip . . .
The fear . . .
His fear! Raining from his eyes and onto the bloodied carpet!
I stepped back, what? I- no- it isn't true! IT CAN'T BE!!!
* GET THE HELL OFFA ME!! *
A silent tear crept down his cheek, leaving a wet trail. Oh Kami no-
*Vegeta! Stop- what are you doing? STOP!!-*
"Kak- I-" No!!! It isn't true; I won't believe it! I tore my eyes away from his, clenching them shut.
"Vegeta?"
The pain, the tears, his pain, HIS TEARS!!
I ran.
I ran down the hall.
Out of the house then took off to the sky.
NONONO
I-I would never do such a thing to him. It isn't possible, I would have to be out of my mind-
Oh, fuck!
~ Bulma's foot connected with a crumpled beer can. *You were obviously drunk! * ~
I stumbled into Capsule Corps-
~I tore greedily at the younger Sayian's clothing, shredding them and tossing them aside. ~
I noticed it for the first time.
Orange
Blue
Red
I must have shut it out . . . I reached for the fabric that was half hidden in the trash can, pieces of glass with it. My fingers unconsciously ran over them.
Oh Kami. I couldn't have done that. I wouldn't hurt him in such a way. Would I?
FUCK!
I don't even know. I was drunk! I had no control over my actions. Damn, damn, damn!!! I closed my eyes and let the fabric flutter to the floor. But no tears fell. They wanted to. But my cheeks stayed dry.
I clenched my fists in anger. Damn it! I hate myself, but there was nothing I could do! I need to speak with him; I need to-
I need to calm down first. He probably hates me and he's obviously scared out of his wits. Everything I said probably sounded like a threat. My eyes looked up to the nearest clock.
7:06
Damn, the woman is going to be back any moment. Good thing Capsule Corps was already cleaned up. Perhaps she can help . . . I stood in the center of the room for a moment. Letting my thoughts fade into oblivion.
~ ~ ~
Bulma Briefs opened the door to her home. She smiled as she saw Vegeta standing in a clean leaving room. "Hey, Vegeta. I'm back. Sorry it took longer than we expected . . ." The room was silent, Vegeta stood in the center of the room, his head raised to the ceiling. She paused. "Uh, Vegeta?"
He glanced over to her; "I need to speak to you tomorrow. It's important. Goodnight."
He turned away from her and disappeared from the room, leaving her in silence. 'What is with him? Since when does he go to bed this early?'
"Bulma dear, I'm going to go to bed. Tell your father I did." Her mother walked past her and soon disappeared from sight.
Her father came in, his hands full of bags. "Mom went to bed."
A deep sigh came from the old man as he let the suitcases fall to the ground. "I will too. Goodnight." He too left from her sight. Leaving the genius in the vacant living room. She frowned and soon found herself in her room, letting her dreams over come her.
To
Be
Continued . . .
Disclaimer: don't own DBZ
Agent 182: Sorry it took a while for the update. I've been busy . . . anyways I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for the reviews! And please review I like to know what you think!
~ Blah~ = flashbacks
* Blah * dialogue from flashbacks
Chapter 4: detestation
The door slammed as I shut it, the whole house shook. What the hell is wrong with Kakkarot? I could have sworn I smelt fear. Utter fear. It had radiated in waves from his muscular body, it was almost as if he was afraid of . . . me . . .
No- it's not possible, why would Kakkarot be scared of me? I did catch scent of something else but I couldn't identify it. It wasn't the usual perfumed scent that came from him, it seemed almost . . . wrong. Like it was my scent. But I haven't been close enough to him, for my scent to drench him. I closed my eyes for a moment as I sat down on the couch.
I reopened them and they scanned over the living room. I might as well start cleaning this mess up . . .
I got to my feet and went into the kitchen, grabbed the trash can and I carried it back into the living room.
I picked up a conglomeration of items on the floor. Tossing the broken things into the trash and setting the ones that still looked like they had before, aside.
In no time, the living room was cleaned up. I stretched my arms in front of me, trying to get the stiffness out. I need to train some more. The androids will be here soon and I will not be defeated!!
And soon the days went by. Each one was spent training in the gravity room. Each day went by and still there was no sign of Kakkarot. The Namek, Kakkarot, and that brat of his had gone somewhere to train. I think they came back yesterday . . .
I sent a flying kick into my opponent, one of the robots Bulma had built. They were easy to defeat and were no challenge to me, even with the gravity so high. I would raise it higher every time it got easy. Kakkarot will be astounded by my strength.
I was soon covered in sweat; it dripped down my chin, leaving trails of salt. I flexed my muscles; each of them glimmered with my perspiration. I smirked and exited the gravity room, grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom. I reeked.
I lazily walked into the bathroom, tossing the towel onto the toilet seat and I began to peel my damp clothes off. I stepped out of my one-piece spandex training outfit, turned on the water to the shower, the room filled with steam, and I stepped inside. The heat slapped against my skin, red droplets appeared, the heat brought a smile to my face as I picked up the bar of soap and ran it over my tanned skin. Small bubbles appeared as it lathered and I continued across my arms, leaving a trail of white, I scrubbed under my armpits until I was satisfied the stench was gone. Then I started down my stomach, making circles with the soap across my skin, by they were soon washed away from the spray of water. Over the side of my hips and across the arcs of my ass. And back to the front; I lathered the soap in my hand and set it aside for a moment as I took hold of my dick. I gently ran my fingers over it, just doing that caused it to harden. I couldn't help myself as I stroked it from the base to tip, the sensation sending gasps from my throat. My fingers wrapped around my thick member and I pumped it up and down, not thinking it was me but . . . Kakkarot . . .
His smooth skin under mine . . . I let my eyes slide shut. . . my lips nipping at his then biting into them savagely. Tearing them-ripping them-
*Vegeta- st-stop- what are you*
My eyes shot open and I quickly looked around the room. "What the hell?" I said aloud in confusion. It had sounded so real I could almost feel his skin. I could taste him on my lips . . . I could-
Dammit! I'm just dreaming . . . but why would Kakkarot be telling me to stop? I cleared my throat and began to clean myself as quickly as possible. Washed my hair, conditioned and soon I was out and drying off my skin; then I was in my full body spandex outfit. The material clung to me like a second skin. I only hope that one day I can convince Kakkarot to wear it.
After brushing my teeth and running a brush through my hair, I was on my way to his home.
I was shocked as I felt his ki; it was low . . . but why?
I touched down on the front lawn, rushed to the door, and opened it. I tend to invite myself in.
Narrowed eyes greeted me. "What do you want!?" The evil woman yelled at me. I growled and went past her.
"Where's Kakkarot?" I scanned the room, not seeing him.
"He's in the bathroom, he's been in there all day throwing up. Why do you care anyway?"
I didn't answer her annoying voice; I just headed in the direction of the bathroom. Yes, he was in the bathroom all right. I could hear him gagging and retching. It almost sounded painful. His wife stepped next to me.
"What's wrong with him?" I crossed my arms over me chest, taking my usual stance.
"It's not the heart virus . . . he might just have the stomach flu . . . if he's not better by tomorrow, I'm going to bring him to the hospi-"
"The woman should be back tonight, bring him over to Capsule Corp." ChiChi looked at me for a moment.
Her eyebrow rose in amusement. "Since when do you care about what happens to Goku?"
I always have, but my words came out so differently. "Feh, I don't care about that idiot, I'm supposed to kill him not some stupid stomach flu!" I snorted and turned away from her, she went down the hall the opposite direction; I moved away from where we once stood, and started down the hall.
"Ve-Vegeta?"
Came weak words.
I turned to face Kakkarot, his eyes . . .
They weren't his eyes.
* You need to rest, you're sick. I'll bring you upstairs- *
I flinched as I heard the words, but his lips never moved. Not once.
* I- I should go ChiChi she'll be worried- *
Still, he stared at me, his eyes digging deep into my soul. Crushing it.
*Vegeta! STOP!!*
I stared back at the other Sayian.
The bruises . . .
The torn lip . . .
The fear . . .
His fear! Raining from his eyes and onto the bloodied carpet!
I stepped back, what? I- no- it isn't true! IT CAN'T BE!!!
* GET THE HELL OFFA ME!! *
A silent tear crept down his cheek, leaving a wet trail. Oh Kami no-
*Vegeta! Stop- what are you doing? STOP!!-*
"Kak- I-" No!!! It isn't true; I won't believe it! I tore my eyes away from his, clenching them shut.
"Vegeta?"
The pain, the tears, his pain, HIS TEARS!!
I ran.
I ran down the hall.
Out of the house then took off to the sky.
NONONO
I-I would never do such a thing to him. It isn't possible, I would have to be out of my mind-
Oh, fuck!
~ Bulma's foot connected with a crumpled beer can. *You were obviously drunk! * ~
I stumbled into Capsule Corps-
~I tore greedily at the younger Sayian's clothing, shredding them and tossing them aside. ~
I noticed it for the first time.
Orange
Blue
Red
I must have shut it out . . . I reached for the fabric that was half hidden in the trash can, pieces of glass with it. My fingers unconsciously ran over them.
Oh Kami. I couldn't have done that. I wouldn't hurt him in such a way. Would I?
FUCK!
I don't even know. I was drunk! I had no control over my actions. Damn, damn, damn!!! I closed my eyes and let the fabric flutter to the floor. But no tears fell. They wanted to. But my cheeks stayed dry.
I clenched my fists in anger. Damn it! I hate myself, but there was nothing I could do! I need to speak with him; I need to-
I need to calm down first. He probably hates me and he's obviously scared out of his wits. Everything I said probably sounded like a threat. My eyes looked up to the nearest clock.
7:06
Damn, the woman is going to be back any moment. Good thing Capsule Corps was already cleaned up. Perhaps she can help . . . I stood in the center of the room for a moment. Letting my thoughts fade into oblivion.
~ ~ ~
Bulma Briefs opened the door to her home. She smiled as she saw Vegeta standing in a clean leaving room. "Hey, Vegeta. I'm back. Sorry it took longer than we expected . . ." The room was silent, Vegeta stood in the center of the room, his head raised to the ceiling. She paused. "Uh, Vegeta?"
He glanced over to her; "I need to speak to you tomorrow. It's important. Goodnight."
He turned away from her and disappeared from the room, leaving her in silence. 'What is with him? Since when does he go to bed this early?'
"Bulma dear, I'm going to go to bed. Tell your father I did." Her mother walked past her and soon disappeared from sight.
Her father came in, his hands full of bags. "Mom went to bed."
A deep sigh came from the old man as he let the suitcases fall to the ground. "I will too. Goodnight." He too left from her sight. Leaving the genius in the vacant living room. She frowned and soon found herself in her room, letting her dreams over come her.
To
Be
Continued . . .