Summary: Someone has a deep obsession with Trunks and is complicating his life with problems.
Notes: Everyone view! And lots of killing I guess.
WARNING: Seems like the cooks whipped up a pie, :dips finger in: hm, it's only lime though. :pouts: And I was so hoping for lemon.
Author: :laughs: So much of a twist here, I had to kill of some more people so guess who volunteered? I would like to thank my friend animeprincess1452 for the idea. :thinks to self: I think this chap is ok I suppose
animeprincess1452: So sorry I killed off Mirai. :pouts: But he was mean to the person, so it's his fault he ended up so evil. Don't worry though, the evil person shall pay!
devilburns: :grins: Goku, u haven't guessed him yet. :grins evilly: though u r getting closer.
A knock resounded through the house as the front door was assaulted by a firm fist.
"I'm coming!" A voice called from inside the messy house.
The insistent rapping continued.
"I said I'm coming!" The voice yelled, sounding closer.
The door was thrown open and an angry Yamcha popped his head into view. "What the hell do you wa-" He stopped as he saw who his visitor was.
"Yamcha." The man bowed his head.
Yamcha faltered. "Um, hey, what are you doing here?" The scarred warrior wondered.
"Just visiting." Was the brisk reply.
"Hm, well I wouldn't categorize you as the "visiting" type but come on in I guess." He shrugged.
The door was opened wider to allow the visitor in who made a beeline towards the welcoming couch, taking a firm seat and looking up at his host expectantly.
"Are you thirsty or something?" Yamcha asked hesitantly.
"Water."
"Okay then, wait a sec and I'll go get you something to drink. I'll be back in a few, I need to do something upstairs real quick." Yamcha said, turning towards the kitchen.
As soon as he left a tiny form appeared in the room. The flying cat grinned cheerily as she spied the familiar face waiting patiently and swooped down to float in front of his face.
"Hi there!" She greeted loudly.
The man frowned at her high pitched voice and nodded in her direction.
"So how have you been?" Puar squeaked.
"Fine actually." He replied.
"Really, that's nice." She said happily. "I'm surprised with everything that's been going on, everyone has been sad lately."
"Well they have reason to." He said.
"Oh yeah with the murders!" Puar agreed.
"Exactly." He said shortly.
"Isn't it so sad how everyone is dying?" Puar said to herself. "Do you ever wonder who's going to be next?"
"No." The man said bowing his head, in the process shielding his face in shadows.
"Oh, why? Aren't you ever afraid you could be next?" Puar asked curiously.
"I don't wonder because I always know who will die next." He grinned, teeth flashing.
"What? How?" She cocked her head in confusion.
The figure remained silent and Puar drifted closer to his bowed face.
"I asked you a question." Puar said indignantly.
His head snapped up, revealing mad eyes. "It's because I'm the one doing the killing." He laughed.
Puar's beady little eyes widened in shock. "What?!" She screamed.
"Yes little kitty, and you're next." The man growled.
Puar backed away in terror. "Yam-!" She tried to scream.
"Don't think so little fuzz ball." He snarled.
With lightning quick reflexes he snatched the cat from the air and hurled her to the ground with a sick crack as her skull came in forceful contact with the wooden flooring.
"It seems you're next on my list." He grinned above the writhing creature.
"No, please don't hurt me." She whimpered.
"Should have thought of that before, it seems my Trunks doesn't like you." The man shook his head mockingly.
"Trunks?" Puar squeaked.
"I saw you that day, you surprised him and then your stupid little voice hurt his precious hearing." The man said, eyes flickering crazily.
"What are you talking about? That day when we found Videl and Pan?" The cat wondered.
"Yes, and this conversation is just prolonging your life so we had better cut it short." He said impatiently.
He picked the shape-shifter up by her tail and swung her into view.
"Now what to do with you." He purred.
"Get away from me!" She screamed and vanished in a cloud of smoke.
"Damn with those shifting powers." He growled as he rubbed his eyes against the stinging mist.
A fist shot out and caught him on the chin, sending him reeling. He fell onto his back and glared up at the mirror image of himself.
"Very good cat, the form of your killer." He sneered.
"You want to fight me?" Puar hissed.
"Gladly." The man replied, jumping to his feet.
He kicked his foot forward, catching his duplicate hard in the shin and bringing the cat to her knees.
"Not a very good fighter now are we? You shame my body with such ignorance." The figure said.
Puar glared up hatefully at the man and hissed as a cat would to ward away enemies, which looked very strange in the form she was currently holding.
The figure grinned and held out a beckoning hand. "Here kitty kitty." He sneered.
She growled at his hand and he moved forward quickly, pinching the base of her neck and rendering her immobile.
"Change back." The man demanded, gripping her neck forcefully.
She whimpered, thinking that if she complied with his wishes she would be released. A cloud of smoke filled the room once more and the shape-shifter was lifted by her tail into the air.
"There's a good kitty." He purred. "But you still disobeyed me and will pay the price.
He tangled his fingers in the fur at her neck and shoved his glowing hand against her mouth, grinning evilly as her eyes widened, knowing what was to come.
"Good bye little kitty." He chuckled.
With that he released his energy into Puar's tiny body and watched with glee as her body vibrated and glowed from the attack. She writhed in agony as her insides were quickly disintegrated by his ki.
Finally a muted pop broke forth and Puar stilled in his grasp, head lolling against his tapered fingers. He squeezed her soft neck once more to make sure his job was complete and smiled to himself.
"Such a pretty kitty." He said softly as he stroked the still head.
A small amount of smoke stemmed from her mouth as he released her body and she fell to the ground in a still heap, eyes wide and unseeing. A tiny trickle of blood dripped past her wide mouth and her killer grinned.
"That's all the blood you have to offer me little one, surely you have more." He pouted.
He gathered more energy in his hand and aimed for the remains of the shape-shifter.
"Let's see that beautiful crimson I know you have." He cackled.
The body burst as the attack made its mark and the room was showered with blood. Crimson spattered the walls and furniture and the man just laughed. Soft thuds were heard as furry pieces of skin rained from the ceiling.
"Ah, now this feels like home." He sighed as he once again took his seat.
A few moments later he heard Yamcha making his way into the room.
"I have soda and I also brought your wate-." He broke off as his vision was hit by the gory sight.
The refreshments were dropped to the ground as the figure turned slowly to Yamcha.
"I love what you've done to the place." The form on the couch grinned.
"What the fuck happened?" Yamcha choked as he surveyed the scene before him.
"So sorry about your little cat there." The silky voice whispered. "But her voice was grating on my nerves."
Yamcha turned quickly to face Puar's killer who was still sitting calmly before him.
"What have you done?" He demanded.
"As I told you before, I didn't like your cat." The man grinned.
"You're the killer everyone's been looking for aren't you?" Yamcha accused, voice quivering with nervousness.
The figure merely grinned, eyes flashing.
"You mean you killed Videl and Pan?" Yamcha gasped.
"They got in my way." The man shrugged.
"Got in your way?! Do you hear yourself talking?" Yamcha spluttered. "You killed them for no reason!"
"I suppose if that will put your little mind to rest then yes, they died in vain." He shrugged.
Yamcha looked at the being before him in disgust. "What has happened to you, why are you doing this?"
The man stood, hovering dangerously. "You really want to know? I love to see their blood." He purred seductively.
Yamcha backed away in disgust. "You're a sick freak you know that?" He spat.
"I'm a freak because I love the taste of their blood on my tongue?" He licked his chops. "Because I love the way the warm crimson slips down my throat? Such sweet nectar and I have become addicted to its silky smoothness."
"What the fuck do you want you twisted bastard?" Yamcha choked.
"I'm here for Trunks, you've been trying to claim my mate." He growled.
"Your mate?" Yamcha gasped.
"You've been watching my Trunks haven't you?" The man hissed again.
"He's not yours, you already have someone else!" Yamcha snapped defensively.
"Hn, mind your business, I take care of mine." He replied.
"Well I can look at whomever I please, Trunks isn't yours." Yamcha sneered.
The figure shook his head, waving his finger disapprovingly. "Sorry but you are indeed wrong, Trunks is mine." He said flatly.
He cackled evilly, eyes flashing as he lunged forward. Yamcha saw this and dodged quickly before he could be dragged down. The attacker skid to a stop and crouched before the weaker fighter.
"You should remember that I'm one of the Z fighters too." Yamcha panted slightly.
The figure smirked. "You're human, you will be defeated." He shook his head. "You have done nothing to help the Earth, and are a weak."
"I can hold my own so don't worry about me." Yamcha crouched defensively.
"Your power is nothing compared to mine though." The man grinned.
Before Yamcha could react a ki blast had been shot at his chest and he flew into the wall, sliding down with a groan.
"Didn't see that coming did you?" His attacker sniggered.
Yamcha dizzily rose to his feet and staggered toward his onetime ally. "Bastard, I'm gonna tell everyone your dirty little secret." He hissed.
His attacker straightened from his offensive posture and frowned. "Now now, that's not very nice." He pouted.
"You think I give a damn if I'm being nice or not?! You killed my fucking friends!" Yamcha roared.
"Ah, but they're my friends too." He smirked.
Yamcha leaped forward with a growl and managed to pin the struggling form beneath him. "You see that, you're not too strong now." He spat.
He punched the smooth face with all his might, wrenching a low growl past bared teeth from the body below him. He continued to pound at the man beneath him, allowing his anger to take over his limbs.
"You fucking killed Puar you psycho bastard, what did she ever do to you?!" Yamcha sobbed.
The broken face cracked a grin. "She was born." He chuckled as he spit out blood.
The man was battered, his face a mass of bruises because though Yamcha was indeed human, he was still powerful enough to be a challenge. He glared at Yamcha through a swollen black eye, still flaming with a crazy light.
"Weakling, finish what you started." He spat.
Yamcha screamed as the figure taunted him and ran his fist through the man's gut, spraying himself with blood in the process. His eyes widened and he pushed away from the body quickly.
"Damn, now look what I've done." He cursed.
He rose to shaky feet and fumbled for the phone attached to the wall. His quivering finger managed to dial the correct number and he fearfully waited for the click and voice on the other line.
"Nine, one, one emergency hotline. Please state your problem." A woman said as she answered.
"Listen, some asshole attacked me and my roommate, my friend is dead but I killed the guy that did it." Yamcha said breathlessly.
"We will be sending a squad car over immediately." She chirped.
He clicked the receiver down quickly and rested his head against the wall. "This is a shitty day." He sighed.
"Well I suppose I would say that the day I died too." A cryptic voice said behind him.
Yamcha froze and made to turn but was stopped by a forceful hand that gripped his throat tightly. He was flipped onto his back and shoved into the wall.
"You can't get rid of me that easily." Warm breath whispered into his ear.
"I. Shot. You." Yamcha managed to gasp as his air was cut off.
"Hm, yes and you ruined my favorite shirt in the process." The figure grinned. "Sensu beans work wonders."
Yamcha's eyes bulged in their sockets as the death grip he was in was tightened even more. "B-bastard." He hiccupped.
The man shook his head gently and placed a soft finger on paling lips to silence the ex-bandit. "Just sleep now." He whispered.
He then leaned forward and pressed his lips firmly against Yamcha's own, releasing any pent up air in his victim's cheeks while his tongue forced its way in. He moaned into the moist mouth and pulled away slowly, licking his lips. "I just love the taste of death." He grinned seductively.
Yamcha struggled, legs kicking feebly as air was denied him. His numb fingers scrabbled weakly at the brawny arms supporting him, trying to break the choking hold but to no avail.
"Hm, I suppose I shouldn't be so cruel to you, after all you're a better looker than my last victims." He purred.
Yamcha by then was losing color in his face and could do nothing as his pants were ripped from his body. He was still pressed firmly against the wall, feet hovering as his captor took hold of him. He stiffened as he felt the rough brush of fingers against his cock yet a moan still escaped his lips, wasting yet even more of his supply of air.
"Doesn't that feel good?" The man purred as he leaned into Yamcha's chest.
Yamcha shuddered and against his will and grew hard in the mad man's hand. Unconsciously his hips began thrusting into the warm hand.
"That's a good boy, just let the pleasure take over everything."
His smooth hand glided over the tip of the erected cock, stopping to dip his fingertips in the slit and come away with the delicious nectar. He brought his hand to his lips and snaked his tongue out to lap it off his fingers.
"Doesn't satisfy my craving for blood but just as sweet." He winked.
Yamcha moaned and the grip on his neck was loosened. He filled his lungs with much needed air, only to be expelled as he was kicked in his gut. He groaned in pain and fell forward into the strong arms supporting him.
"Let's make you look pretty before you die." His soon to be killer smiled.
He made no protest as his arms were spread out from his body and energy cuffs were placed around his wrists. His legs were next to being spread and likewise locked to the wall.
"There now, perfect." The man grinned.
Yamcha's head lolled on his shoulder weakly, he knew he couldn't escape now and had given in to his fate. A hand ran down his chest and his eyes sought the face before him.
"Why?" He whispered.
"I take pleasure in other people's pain I suppose." The man shrugged. "But now I will share that pleasure with you." He smiled.
His hand dropped back to Yamcha's crotch and a gently finger ran down his full length, stopping at the head once again. He rubbed gently at the moist skin and at the same time fondled his balls nestled slightly lower. Yamcha struggled to keep his lips tightly closed, not wanting to make any sound that would give hint to his true pleasure.
"Give up the tough guy act Yamcha, we both know you're enjoying this." His captor chuckled as his hand continued its lazy motion.
"Never." Yamcha whispered past clenched teeth.
"Oh really? Well that's too bad because I want to hear you scream." The man whispered, leaning close to his face.
The hand tightened its hold and Yamcha hissed in a mix of pleasure and pain as his more sensitive area was attacked. The clenched hand began moving up and down across his heat and the once gently fingers on his sac were now a pinching force.
"Nn, no!" He gasped.
"You don't like me pleasuring you?" The seductive voice pouted.
"This is wrong." Yamcha panted as his legs tightened with each stroke.
"Hm, then I suppose we will just have to end this." The man said calmly.
The warmth left Yamcha's balls and an arm was snaked around his waist.
"W-what are you doing?" He panicked.
"Ending this sooner as I said." The figure replied coolly.
The hand came to his ass and before he could move two fingers were roughly shoved into his tightness. He screamed and tried to escape the prodding digits but he was still securely fastened to the wall.
The fingers delved deeper and then pushed up, hitting his prostate. All of his muscles clenched in surprise as a shock of pleasure jolted through him. Then he was like putty and melted into the touch, is entire being focused on these minute things.
The talented hand had not stopped it's movements on his erection and the added pressure in his prostate soon brought him to eternal bliss. His entire body stiffened as he reached his peak, hovering over the edge and then just diving into it as he rode the wild race of pleasure.
"Nn, yes!" He roared, shooting out his seed into the awaiting hand.
The figure smirked and after a few more firm strokes, brought his sticky hand to Yamcha's face. "Now that you have been taken care of I have no use for you." He said simply
His hand slowly wrapped around Yamcha's neck, his slippery palm coming in contact with the quivering throat, feeling the muscles contract uneasily.
"I grow bored of you, it is time to end this." The man sighed tiredly.
Yamcha made no sound, eyes slightly unfocused, undoubtedly still buzzed from his recent orgasm. The stiff hand deftly crunched Yamcha's neck and the figure grinned as the skin caved in around the broken bone. Blood bubbled forth past Yamcha's frozen scream and trickled down his still chest as his head lolled forward.
"Ah, such a delicious scent." His killer breathed in deeply and lovingly.
Police sirens blared outside and the man calmly looked towards the door. He heard footsteps approaching and turned back to the dead body still in his grasp.
"Well it was fun, thanks for the water." He chuckled.
His fingers loosened their hold and he lightly stepped away from the hanging body. He then walked over to the couch and picked up the small water bottle.
"We'll have to do this again." He waved to the bloody interior.
He calmly walked to the back door and let himself out, taking to the sky and leaving behind another fallen warrior.
Author: :laughs evilly: Aw, did I kill off one of yur suspects? I was only gonna kill Puar but then my friend suggested both and I thought it would be a wonderful twist. :cheers: My friend Camaro helped me with this chap too. Sorry if it was crap though, I wasn't in the "violent" mood :pouts: Well at least I killed more people. Until next time! ja ne!
-Red-