Abhor

Chapter 7: Abominate

Warning: A flashback . . .

"Maybe this will help you forget." I breathed huskily; then I pressed my lips to his, once again tasting the sweet honey that was Kakkarot's lips. For a moment I thought I felt pressure pushing back against mine.

Pain exploded through my skull and I fell back, crying out both from pain and the loss of Kakkarot's lips. My eyes reopened to see Kakkarot's tear filled eyes.

H-he hit me!

I got to my feet and growled, not knowing how scared he really was. "Kakkarot!" I shouted as I saw him swiftly turn away from me and sprint towards the exit of the garden. I raced after him, catching his arm. I jerked him towards myself.

"No!" He shouted and punched me in the jaw. It didn't cause me too much pain as I narrowed my eyes and tossed him to the ground whimpering. My ki rose quickly as I stood over his cowering form. He backed up against the wall, tears now streaming down his beautiful face. Why the hell is he crying? He acts as if I'm going to- "Please don't Vegeta-Please-not again!" He sobbed uncontrollably.

Oh god . . .

He thought I was- going to rape him again. I frowned. "I-Kakkarot, it's not what you think! I was angry, you hit me!" I tried to get him to understand but his cries grew louder. "Dammit! Kakkarot listen to me!"

His breathing hitched and he looked up at me, his bottom lips quivering.

"I need to tell you something. When I . . . hurt you. I was drunk. I wasn't thinking Kakkarot. Do you understand? I would never have done that to you if I wasn't drunk. I care about you too much."

"You hate me." His words were like a knife, cutting deeply into my heart.

"No! I don't!"

"Then why did you say it?"

I said that? I didn't reply. I don't even recall . . .

I went to my knees next to him. "I don't hate you. I could never hate you." I brushed my fingers through his thick bangs.

"Don't touch me." He snarled. I did as he ordered.

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're not!" He got to his feet. "You showed me how much you hate me! I trusted you and I actually liked you! I had feelings for a monster like you!"

I gasped. Oh shit. He-he liked me, he had feeling for me too and I shattered those the second I shattered his shoulder. I stood in shock. Unable to find any intelligible words to leave my mouth.

"You hate me, well I loved you!" He cried, hot tears trailing down his face, dripping from his chin.

No- this isn't happening! I shook my head in denial as I continued to stare at him.

"I-" My throat tightened. Should I tell him?

Before I had a chance the door opened behind Kakkarot and Bulma stepped in. She looked between both of us.

"Goku are you alright?" She asked the other Sayian, aiding him in standing up. How did she-?

Kakkarot had pushed the intercom. Dammit!

She put her hands over Goku's shoulder. "Come on. You need to get cleaned up, supper is almost ready." She turned back to me. "You too!" I cringed at the coldness in her voice. Is everyone against me now? Even the gods are. They want me to suffer, don't they? The door slid shut behind them just as my knees buckled.

Helovedmehelovedmehelovedme!

It repeated over in my mind. My eyes never wavered from the door. Oh gods Kakkarot . . . I didn't realize that I scared him so much.

Damn my hormones! Damn his good looks. Damn his scent. Damn him and damn me!

I scowled as tears filled my eyes and threatened to spill over the brim. No- I'm a Prince! I don't cry! I'm not a fucking weakling-

Kakkarot cried!

But he isn't a weakling. He was fucking raped by his prince, his friend, a man he trusted and loved! Who wouldn't fucking cry?

I need to speak with him. I need to tell him! Maybe he won't push me away. Maybe . . .

Maybe he'll hate me even more!

Dammit!

I rubbed my eyes and took a deep breath. I need to go to him. I smoothed my flame shaped hair back as I opened the door into Capsule Corps with my other hand.

Minutes later I entered the kitchen. Bulma was filling plates with food. I was surprised. It was soup. Probably for Kakkarot's stomach. I searched the area; he was nowhere in sight.

The woman looked up from what she was doing; a frown adjourned her face. Yet, she wasn't angry with me. Her blue eyes were filled with sadness. "Vegeta. I'm as confused as Goku is. At times you seem so kind and at others you're an arrogant jackass. What's up with you? Mood swings?" There was a hint of humor in her voice.

I sat down at the table. "To tell you the truth, when I hurt Kakkarot I was drunk." There was a low gasp behind me.

"What? So you mean to tell me-"

"Yes. I didn't know what I was doing." She sat down across from me.

"Does he know that?" Her eyebrows drew together as I nodded. "He mustn't understand." I nodded again.

Kakkarot is completely innocent. He's like a child. He probably didn't understand my intentions at the time either. He may not even know what drunk means. She stood up and placed a bowl in front of me. I raised an eyebrow. One bowl? "Don't worry, there's more."

I felt Kakkarot's presence and I looked over my shoulder.

His shoulders slumped as he took a seat where Bulma had been moment earlier. He avoided eye contact with me.

"Kakkarot, I'm sorry I frightened you. I didn't intend to." He looked over at me a small smile forced it's way to his full lips.

A flash of hope appeared in his black orbs.

Maybe he understands . . .?

"I-I now know." He leaned forward a bit. "You were going to say something to me."

He does understand! Maybe I wasn't cursed! The gods don't hate me!

A spark of hope, that's all I need.

I was going to say something. I glanced over at the woman. She was getting Kakkarot's bowl ready. I don't want to say it in front of her. "Can I tell you later?"

He shrugged. "I guess . . ." He still seemed distracted by something. I could tell. Something was plaguing his thoughts. I wish I knew. I should ask him later.

Bulma sat a steaming bowl in front of him. "Thanks Bulma."

She smiled warmly. "Your welcome." She turned back to the pot of soup and got herself some. Then she sat down next to Kakkarot.

Kakkarot picked up his spoon and dipped it into the bowl; the yellowish liquid flooded the silver spoon. He carefully brought it to his open lips and slurped the liquid down, making a suckling sound. Cleaned the spoon with his tongue, removed it, and then let the pink muscle flick across his lips and cleanse it free of the juices. I groaned at the sight.

Does he have to eat his food like that? I scowled and began to eat my soup, but found it very difficult.

Now he's mocking me!

I flexed my arm. Dammit. I need to train. How will I protect him and our child?

I drifted off into my thoughts of the androids. That kid from the future said that every one will be killed. Not unless I have something to say about it!

Wait . . . that kid . . . what if he's Kakkarot's kid? No- that isn't possible. Purple hair? Neither of us have that color hair. The only one with hair remotely similar to that is Bulma. Maybe it's her kid, but he was a Super Sayian . . . I shrugged it off my mind as I finished off the bowl; my stomach was still unfulfilled.

"Bulma, can you get me some more?" She gave a sharp nod and got up.

"Goku, do you want more?"

Kakkarot's bowl wasn't even empty yet. I frowned. He's usually done before I am!

"N-no I don't feel . . . too great." He muttered as he slowly got up, his body was doubled over. He can't even stand up!

I was to his side within milliseconds of him standing up. "I think I'm gonna throw up." I nodded and helped him walk to the bathroom. I supported his weak body until he got to the bathroom. I let him go inside by himself. I silently shut the door and waited outside.

My foot lightly tapped against the wall as I heard Kakkarot's stomach contents spilling into the water of the toilet.

I cringed. It sounded painful. I waited until there was silence and I opened the door.

I frowned as I saw Kakkarot laying on the toilet, all his weight was leaning on the porcelain, and his head rested on his arm as his low snoring met my ears. I sighed and went to his side, carefully picking him up and bringing him to his room. I set him down on the bed, removed his boots, pulled back the heavy blankets, and covered his body with them.

I smiled as he rolled over and nuzzled the blankets with his cheek, fisted them in his hands and supported his head with them. I sat down next to him, my hands instinctively running through his hair. "Oh Kakkarot if you only knew . . ." I whispered. "How much I love you." My eyes began to close and I rested my head on the other pillow, my body positioned towards him. So, I could watch him sleep, and awaken.

My hand slipped free from his hair as I felt a wave a weariness wash over me and I succumbed to my horrific dreams.

***"Vegeta, no- please! Don't- don't do this PLEASE!" The younger Sayian begged me. He sobbed and whimpered but they went to deaf ears as I ignored them. I positioned myself over his weaker body; a cold smile came to my lips as I stared at the smooth skin of his back and ass. I waited a moment before I thrusted myself deep into his virgin body.

His scream pierced the air as I ripped his insides to shreds.

A deep purr rose from my throat as he squirmed under me. His wrists tried to wrench free from my stronger grip as I pounded into his body. I moaned with every time I plunged into his body and he cried out. I could hear the glass scraping across his skin, digging in, drawing blood. The other sound was my flesh slamming against his painfully.

"S-stop . . .it hurts!" He choked out; his voice half muffled from the carpet, as he once again tried to free himself. I released his arms for a moment and caught my hand in his hair and jerked up, he yelped and I inhaled the scent of his hair. That spark of strawberry from when we sparred-it was there.

I increased my speed as I continued to howl his name, taking the time to plant butterfly kisses along the back of his neck and shoulders.

I was shocked as he grasped a hold of my hair and threw me off of him. He gave a low cry as I was ripped from his body. He stumbled to his feet, blood running down his muscular thighs as I got up from where I was. Anger flared in me as did my ki.

He would not escape me! I'm not done with him yet!

Those thoughts were not mine.

I moved after him. For being drunk I moved oddly well. I caught up to him, just as he swung the front door open. I slammed it shut and twisted his arm until it snapped. His cries of pain caused me to grow harder than I already was. I gritted my teeth and threw him back to the floor. "Bitch!" I growled and pounced on him.

"NOO!"***

My eyes snapped open, I panted heavily, and groggily looked across to closed lids. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and I pulled the blankets onto my body. I shivered. It's freezing!

I smiled as I felt warmth fill my body; it's damn warm under here! I snuggled into the blankets as I heard a soft cry from Kakkarot. His mouth continued to form words but no sound came out.

"Ah fuck." A said lowly as Kakkarot kicked me right in the fucking crotch. My eyes clenched shut in pain. Now I know the gods are mocking me!

A frown remained on my face as the pain subsided. He almost got away.

Bits and pieces were still coming back to me. Especially when I'm asleep. Each one disgusted me more. How could I do such a thing to such an innocent man? How could anyone do that? My eyes closed again as I tried to calm my heavy breathing. Something was odd about the whole scene. Those words didn't seem as if they were mine . . .

He must be dreaming the same horrible thing. My body finally relaxed as the perfumed scent of strawberry reached my nose, but it was mainly drowned out by a thick sweet earth scent; and I slowly drifted back to sleep.

Only to wake up moments later to hear someone screeching. "What the hell?" I mumbled as I slowly sat up.

"YOU!" I saw familiar brown eyes the were narrowed to slits. No again. "GET OUT OF THAT BED RIGHT NOW! What do you think you're doing in that bed with MY husband?"

Kakkarot sat up, his eyes hooded, and his breathing erratic. "Chi?" He whispered and looked over at me, a questioning look on his face.

"ANSWER ME NOW!"

"I feel asleep in here! So, shut the hell up bitch!"

"It's alright Chi, he was very tired last night." I looked over at Kakkarot, shocked by what I heard. Was he sticking up for me?

"I don't care. You're coming home with me. Get up!" Her annoying voice shouted.

"Oh . . . kay . . ." Kakkarot breathed lowly and slowly slid out from under the blankets. His eyes met mine as he slipped on his red and blue boots. He silently thanked me. For what?

I forced a smile as he stood up and moved towards his bitch wife.

I don't want him going home with her. Who knows what's on her evil mind? She could do anything!

I got up. "No, Kakkarot. Stay here. You remember what that bitch said! She was going to get the child removed!" His eyes went to his wife's.

She gasped. "What? I would never do such a thing to you! He's lying!"

I smirked. "Ask Bulma she was there." My arms crossed over my chest in triumph. "Now you're lying to him. Some wife."

"ChiChi? How could you?"

"I'm your wife. That's how! I don't want everyone knowing that MY husband is pregnant with some man's child! We don't even know who's it is either!" She seemed to have a thing with stating that he is her husband. I snorted. "But I have an idea." Her eyes iced over and stared at me.

I rose my eyebrow, the corners of my lips tugged up; but I remained silent.

"Come on Goku." She turned to leave but Kakkarot stayed where he was. His eyes shifted to mine. "Goku, honey, come on." The name suits him well . . .

"No." He stated sternly. He keeps on surprising me!

"What?"

"I'm staying here. Bulma has all the medical stuff here."

The bitch angrily stepped closer to him. "You won't have to worry about any of that soon."

"I want to keep my child!"

She rolled her eyes; "does it look like I care. Maybe you should think of someone beside yourself! What will Gohan and the others think?"

Damn, did she have to bring up that brat? Or those idiots?

"I-"

"Feh, that kid won't mind another sibling. He'll have someone closer to his age to train with." Kakkarot nodded and his wife narrowed her eyes again.

"I wasn't talking to you!"

"Well, I didn't invite you here so get the fuck out." I smirked at her and pointed to the door. "Get out! I don't want you telling my subject that he can't keep his kid! Now-"

"NO! Goku is my husband and he does as I tell him. Come on Goku. Surely you don't want to be pregnant with a child for 9 months-"

"Seven." I corrected her.

"Fine, seven. Let's go. It will be painless for you and the child." She tried to sugar coat her voice, but Kakkarot was obviously not falling for it.

"ChiChi, it's my decision not yours. I'm keeping the child." With a heavy sigh he walked past her. Heh, you tell that bitch.

Her icy eyes met mine. "I know you have something to do with this. You think you're being sneaky, but I'll figure it out." She turned, and exited the room. Leaving me to my thoughts. But that didn't last long as I heard the bitch yelling again. Not at Kakkarot but at Bulma. I cracked my knuckles as I went out the door and down the hall towards the voices.

"-Don't touch that! -"

" . . . Oh my god!"

" . . . I'm going to kill him!" I paled at her words. Kill who?

I heard some of the words and I rounded a corner to be face to face with dark brown eyes; a flame of hate burned deeply within them. "You." Was all she said and there was suddenly pain in my crotch. The gods are mocking me! I hissed as she pushed me to the ground.

"HOW COULD YOU?" She cried, tears leaking down her face. How could I what? Oh shit. She knows! I rolled away from her and kicked to my feet.

Kakkarot stepped behind her. "ChiChi? What's the matter?"

"What's the matter? What's the matter? What the hell do you think is the matter?" She wailed. "He screwed you! He's the father of your child! I thought you loved me!"

"Chi- I-" Kakkarot's eyes watered. Damn that bitch.

"Shut the hell up. He didn't do anything wrong!"

She ignored me and continued to yell at her husband. "I can't believe you! How could you let- No- I don't even want to know! You're never going to see Gohan again! I'm filing for a divorce!"

Kakkarot's eyes went wide.

That fucking bitch, how could she say such a thing? Tears fell from Kakkarot's worn eyes.

"ChiChi . . . no . . . I'm sorry-don't do this!" He said softly and caught her arm as she turned to leave.

SMACK!

The sound rang through the air as Kakkarot held his cheek in pain.

I snapped! How dare she hit my mate!

I charged at her, my fist moving back and then foreword.

"No!" That was Kakkarot's voice. I stopped myself and came halt in front of him. "There's no use in killing her Vegeta." I rolled my eyes. No use in killing her?

"We wouldn't have to worry about her dumb ass again." I could tell Kakkarot though the same but wasn't willing to admit it. "You're lucky yet again." I crossed my arms. Not pleased that Kakkarot had stopped me. She turned and left the room closely followed by the woman. His jaw clenched as he looked over at me.

"I'm gonna go rest. Vegeta. You need to train for the androids."

I scowled. "Who will I train with? Those bots are too easy to kill."

He pondered for a moment. "Maybe Picco-" He cut himself off. "No . . . not Piccolo. Maybe Tien will want to train with you?"

"Three eyes? Doesn't he hate me?" My eyebrow rose.

"Vegeta, I'm sure a lot of people hate you."

I frowned. "Are you one of them?"

"I don't know yet." I frowned. "Maybe Gohan will spar with you?"

The brat is pretty strong for a half breed . . . Ah shit!

Our child will be so strong! I smirked. Just what we need, another full bloodied Sayian. Kakkarot and my child. Both of our strengths combined.

But something bugged me about that. In my dream I didn't seem drunk. I was strong and coherent. Usually when I drink too much I can't walk straight or see. But my eyes had been un-blurred and I could see fine. Something was odd about that.

Kakkarot smiled at me as he awaited my answer. "Sure why not." I said a little too coldly then I should have. He walked past me and paused.

"I'll be in my room if you need me." He spoke softly.

"You know where I'll be. I'll send your brat to see you." I didn't see him nod, but I could feel that he did. His presence soon faded from the hall and was in the room. My frown deepened.

Something was up. I could feel it. Something wasn't right. It wasn't fitting together right.

Why would I say I hate him, if I love him? Why would I have raped him if I love him so much? I would never force him. Then why?

My eyes narrowed. What if . . . what if there was something else. Someone controlling my mind?

There had to be, I would never do such a thing on my own freewill. There had better not be, because if there is. We are in deep shit.

My eyes looked towards Kakkarot's room. My heart twisted as I remembered my words. 'Tell anyone about this and I'll kill your family, then you.' Why would I say that unless I didn't want to be reminded? Maybe I wasn't supposed to know. I shuddered at the thought. Fuck this isn't happening. But if it is, Kakkarot is in grave danger.

To be continued . . .

Agent 182: Awe, no cliffhanger! Oh well. I decided to give you another Christmas present. But I don't know how long it will be before I update again. Not long hopefully. I hope you liked it and there is a twist now! BUHAHAHA! Hmm, who's really behind what Vegeta did? Heh heh. Perhaps you'll find out in the next chapter. Whew this chapter is twice as long as most of the chapters! 11 pages! Wooh hoo! ^ ^

On a side note, I don't blame you all for hating ChiChi I want her dead too. Hopefully the androids remove our "little" problem. ^_~ Take care and have a merry Christmas/happy holidays. And a great New Year!