Chapter 1
If anyone can remember waaaaaaaaaay back to the first chapter of this fic and has been waiting for an update, I am seriously sorry! Real life and other inconveniences got in the way… if ya really wanna know details go look at the end notes!
Disclaimer: You know the drill, I don't own any of the characters, they belong to the wonderful Mr Toriyama and the not so wonderful funimation. Tch. Y'think if I owned them I'd have made Vegeta cut his hair in Gt? I at least know not to try and fix something if it ain't broke.
Warnings 4 this chappie: same as prologue slimy ice-jins, bad language, sarcastic baby talk, uncontrollable gastric ponderings and potentially volatile schizo saiyans.
REMEMBER PEOPLE- THIS IS A Yaoi STORY! That's basically homosexuality for the uninitiated ########NON-GRAPHIC!!!!!######## as this site doesn't allow that kind of naughty thing, but it might be on other sites.... err, eventually.....
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::Direct Thought:: (sometimes between characters, but mostly just the internal rants of people to themselves!)
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okay, can't delay any longer, please sit back and enjoy the first chapter of TF!
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Trunks sneered down at the pathetic creatures that had come to destroy his home.
They were disgusting.
As vile and evil as anything that had ever threatened his planet.
Well, um, actually…technically speaking… it wasn't really his home. This wasn't even his planet. Well….kinda, maybe…err, ok not yet anyway.
It still kinda confused him, but this planet was his, but years in the past. The differences were subtle yet astounded the young purple-haired hero, making it easier for him to believe he was on a whole different planet rather than a slightly less-worn version of his own.
He breathed in deeply. He only noticed it now it was gone: that darkly-sweet smell of death. It wasn't here yet, and the permanent clouds of smoke and dust had yet to cover that impossibly blue sky. Smoke from the fires of a thousand burning cities… Kami, was this what the earth was like before the androids? It was beautiful, even this empty desert was pure and clean in a way his own time was tainted.
Cloudless sky reflected in eyes of a mirroring colour as Trunks took in a version of his planet he hadn't even realised he'd been craving to see.
But, to Trunks anyway, the best part of this time was not how it looked or smelt, it was how it felt. He could feel thousands, no millions of human lifeforces making their way carelessly through their little lives. The simple vitality that he could sense all around him made him realise just how empty his own world had become: back home you had to strain to find the tiny colonies hidden beneath the scorched earth…
But that was the whole reason he was here. Save the Earth. Stop impending doom and destruction; make the world a safer place for your average Joe, yadda yadda yadda…
…Starting with the freaks down there.
Better get a move on then; the slimy aliens had regrouped themselves while he daydreamed and now the smaller one; Frieza he assumed- insanely gleaming eyes, and replacement body parts being a dead give away, was yelling something about monkeys and brandishing a large, flashy and not particularly impressive ki ball above his head.
::Does this guy never learn?::
He could feel the white lizard's ki level now that the freak had powered up, and it really was pathetic compared to his own. He smirked as he prepared to defend against the attack that was supposed to be a challenge to him. Oh no, was fwieza gonna thwow his widdle ki attack at him? Oh whatever would he do?
This guy had actually ruled the universe? Pathetic.
::…No wonder dad wanted a go at universal dictatorship-…::
the ball was released and flew straight at him…
::…-if this was his only competition he would have been in with a good shot::
Trunks's casual half-thoughts were interrupted by the unexpected flash of someone very solid, very powerful and very badly dressed materialising directly between himself and the advancing deathball that had been worrying him so much.
Someone with a ki that blazed with so much suppressed energy and anger that Trunks had to curb the urge to flinch, and a loosely familiar hairstyle spiking over the back of –he had a quick moment to note- the most ridiculous outfit he had ever seen.
The apparition backhanded the blood red ki-ball straight through the stratosphere with a negligent swipe of its arm.
Completely effortlessly, as if it had been nothing but a beach ball, harmless and inconsequential, not an energy attack that had been several storeys tall and capable of wiping out half the planet.
Trunks wondered idly if he would've been able to get rid of it that easily.
Beneath the wild hair Trunks noticed broad shoulders rigid with tension and hands now white-knuckled in fists. The newcomer's whole body language spoke of nothing but anger and barely-controlled rage. Trunks quickly adopted a defensive position in case he turned and attacked.
This new addition to Trunks's view of the earth –all of his view actually, as the newcomer had materialised about 4 feet in front of him and took up quite a bit of his perspective- had his attention completely trained on the ground beneath them, so Trunks was drawn from his assessment of the friend-or-foe with a small shock when a rough voice barked at him, "Stay out of this. They are mine. Interfere and you will regret it." The decree ended in a guttural growl that was a universal equivalent of, "Get the hell away" or, depending on the dialect, "Don't you fucking dare mess with me".
::Okay, so this guy either has eyes hiding in that mess of hair at the back of his head or can read ki signs … where the hell could he have come from? Did he escape from the circus? I don't recognise the style of dress…but where have I heard that voice before?::
Trunks had a moment to consider arguing with the man's back,…::I mean, who does he think he is?!:: …but he caught sight of the mini-ice-jin down below and thought better of it.
Frieza was…was shaking. A subtle vibration that shook his whole body: replacement parts included.
He knew that look, he'd seen it enough in his own time to recognise terror when it was right in front of him. Quaking in his non-existent little booties, Frieza was petrified of this ghost that had appeared before them.
::He's got good reason to be, Trunks thought eyes darting back to the man's back, because this guy's phenomenally powerful, pissed off, and doesn't really look like he's here to hand out muffin baskets::
With another growl, this one lower than the first and almost imperceptible, the man descended slowly on the white statues standing frozen to the ground before him.
Trunks saw his face for the first time as the new fighter landed a few feet from the, "Lords of the Universe" and turned to the stiffly standing pair; one still scared stiff and one, to all appearances, bored stiff. Furious black eyes glared at them out of a face Trunks had only ever seen photos of. Photos that never even hinted that this man was capable of the kind of hatred he was directing at the petrified being before him. Fuck it, he had to be hallucinating. He'd hit his head or something right? Cuz something was definitely not right here…
There had to have been some mistake.
That could not possibly be Son Goku.
…Could it?
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I'd been searching for weeks.
Ever since I'd awoken on this strange planet, in the back of my mind I kept a small part of myself scanning for that one detestable ki. The tiny glimmer I felt every now and then only served to …annoy me; it wasn't enough!! I can't pinpoint it when it's so weak!!!! Kami, why did that freak have to have such a pathetic ki? You'd think with all those extra body parts he might have a more impressive power level…
Wait. There. Far out and barely discernable, the lifeforce I'd been trying to pin down had risen. Slightly. Still not enough Damnit!! Come on you motherfucka just a little more…
Got it!!
That last spike was all I needed. I dropped everything. Including, I regret to say, a bowl of probably the best soup in the entire galaxy. The chieftain's wife makes it with all these little fluffy seed pod thingies and spices and this one root she told me was called something like "Qumkak" or something like that –I didn't really understand as her accent is really really weird- and then she gets her sons to stamp and stamp on it in this weird tub thing big enough to have a bath in, but you can't 'cuz there's always qumkaks in there, and they stamp and jump and stamp till the whole thing's a smooth and gorgeous red creamy colour and she cooks it for almost three hours with … stoppit stomach!!! We're supposed to be concentrating!!
Heh, damn thing has a mind of its own sometimes.
Ok, where was I? Oh yeah, I dropped everything, (yes including the soup) and brought two fingers to my forehead. I only fully mastered this technique a few weeks ago, if I don't concentrate hard it could be seriously not-good. As in, particles of still-quite-hungry-saiyan spread out randomly through the galaxy. Especially over such a huge distance: I've never tried to teleport so far before…
Kami, he really is ages away.
But there's no question of waiting for a ship to be fixed for me, I am going after this freak now.
He's almost at the edges of my senses, no wonder I didn't pick up his energy until he'd raised it…
There's a new, sadistic part inside of me that seems to chip in it's opinions every now and then. At the moment that side is almost hoping he's running from me. And it is so, so glad he hasn't run far enough….
I finally concentrate enough and disappear. After I've settled these matters I'll return to Yardrat. I owe these people more than I can ever repay, the least I can do is come back and thank them properly (ok, and maybe I could grab a couple bowls of that soup if I'm here anyway).
But only after I've got my revenge. After I've avenged what that slimy freak did to me. What he took from me. After I show him what happens when you mess with a super-saiyan. This shouldn't take me too long; he's become complacent and weak, whilst my power level has increased unbelievably since we last fought; courtesy of his own spineless actions, countless days in a regen tank, and a saiyan's natural ability to come back from near death stronger than before.
My thoughts are fully focused on my goal by the time I reform. Right into the path of a ki attack. I hardly notice as I bat it away. It's a reflex and anyway, the pathetic thing was blocking my view of the reason I came here…
I can feel a smirk forming on my face even Vegeta would be proud of as I catch sight of the two shocked figures below me. I can hardly control the surge of emotions I feel as I see him again. A depth of hate I didn't know was physically possible throbbed right behind my eyes, red and pulsing, making it hard to see straight. Thankfully, the hate and anger blocks out the tiny thrill of fear I'd become conditioned to feeling at the sight of him; and the low ebb of shame I know I have no reason to feel....but can't make go away.
Is it possible to hate someone simply because they make you feel that hate? On top of everything else I hate Frieza for that; for opening emotions and feelings to me that I didn't even know existed. That I would have been mush happier never knowing I could be capable of…
Wait, there's someone behind me, someone else after them. He can't have him!
There's a possessive growl in my chest I barely manage to force down. This is my revenge! MINE! I'm going to tear that bastard apart!! I can hardly control my voice as I warn off the fighter behind me, if he was fighting the things below us I like him, and I can't sense anything off in his aura, but I can feel his power level, (::oddly familiar…::) it's not that high, but still much greater than Frieza's, he might actually do them some damage.
Not acceptable.
My vengeance must be complete, I want every bruise, every broken bone and spilt drop of his vile blood to be at my hands, I am owed that much at least. If this guy interferes he will regret it. I don't care who he is or what he's got against Frieza; no-one is interfering with this fight.
With that thought I return my full attention to the quaking form below my boots. Assured by the muting ki behind me that I will not be interrupted. I move down to them ever-so-slowly. I want to draw this out, make it last as long as possible for that creepy little freak. I'm going to show him all I've learnt about torture.
It's only fair; he's the one that taught me.
Funny; I don't really understand these black thoughts swarming me. It's almost as if being near him for so long like, like that, has transferred some of his sick notions into my own head. I never used to have them before this, I hardly know how to deal with them. I don't know what to do when I wake up screaming in the night. I don't know what to do when I get the overwhelming urge to see blood on my hands. All I know is killing him will make it all go away.
::It has to::
I land and stare at him. I can almost feel the corrupted smile creeping back onto my face; I've waited too long for this. It feels longer than it really has been; I know I still haven't completely healed from our last, "session", and I'm going to enjoy making him pay for every new scar pulling and pinching across -and under- my skin: that make movements a torment for me. Scars he gave me for no reason other than he thought my skin too smooth.
I'd barely noticed the larger one before he started speaking. I vaguely recognised him, can't remember his actual name but I'm pretty sure he's Frieza's father …Mister Sneezey or King Flu or something…He'd been standing nonchalantly behind Frieza the entire time and didn't look one bit perturbed that I'd shown up to kill his child. I was concentrating so hard he almost startled me.
Almost.
"Son, isn't this that little slave you were so interested in for so long? Your little project?" he drawled out. He sounds bored outta his skull. Like he could think of a million different places he'd rather be than here.
Good.
Go with that. I don't want you here either. Please don't tempt me, just leave.
Part of me wondered idly if killing him would make Frieza upset… No-one else would miss him if he's anything like his son…A sort of, life-for-a-life kinda thing before I send the white bastard to the next dimension.
Echoes of thoughts I haven't had for months sound at the back of my mind; forgiveness, compassion, second chances…why do I still bother with this stuff? There's no way this awful tyrant deserves a fresh start, there's not a snowball's chance in H.F.I.L of him actually repenting… but I still can't just kill him. Can I? Why should I? I don't have to kill him. But then, I don't have to spare him...
::No.::
No matter what Frieza did to me I'm not gonna start killing just cuz I wanna. I can't. I'd be just like them. I know I'm not exactly thinking straight right now, I know anger distorts your judgement, and I'm pretty sure I'd regret it later if I let myself go on a killing spree. I've got to stay in control. Concentrate and stay in control…His father may be an evil pockmark on the face of existence, but he hasn't done anything to me. If I went around killing everyone who deserved it I wouldn't have time to sleep.
:: heh, not that I can sleep anymore anyway::
In any case, he isn't important. I can put up with him until I've finished with his demented hell-spawn. Then he can just leave. Hop in his little flying saucer and go. Far away from me if he has any sense.
The new, darker side of me that insists I go over there and rip both their throats out seems to rally and prompt a slightly less charitable thought, ::if he gets in my way then it is an entirely different matter…::
"How did you get out of your cage little monkey?" eurgh. That disgusting simper could change my mind for the worse if he's not careful, "Did my naughty little boy forget to lock the door or did you find a way out? Bad monkey. Very bad. We don't take well to pets getting above themselves, now do we Frieza?"
Frieza, who I don't think has moved since I got here; was standing eyes and mouth open wide, making no reply apart from a small choking noise every now and then. An entirely pleasant sight from my perspective.
The older lizard pressed on regardless, moving closer to me, "I think we better put you back on the ship, pets that escape need to be taught their place and I'm sure Frieza can think up something suitable for a plaything as daring as you. Now come here." He mock-pouts at me, pointing imperiously at his feet.
::Oh He has got to be joking…does it look like I'm wearing a collar you imbecile? You don't own me. You don't even matter, fuck it, if it didn't work when I was bound and bleeding how dumb must he be to try this pitiable routine now? I don't wanna kill him. I don't, but it's getting damn tempting...::
I carefully control myself and the snarl his actions almost provoke in me. I can do this. I don't care about him.
He.
Does.
Not.
Matter.
Stay in control. Concentrate! I don't want to be distracted from Frieza; the bastard could try something sneaky and I will not allow him to get away. Heh, seems I have no qualms about killing that bastard. Frieza seems a little surprised to see me. In fact, I'm pretty sure now that he hasn't moved since I got here. No wait, his eye is twitching a little. Guess he's still alive then…
It takes a few seconds to get through horn-boy's thick skull that I'm not moving, not going to move and am certainly not going to get down at his feet as he so obviously presumes.
I suppose he wasn't expecting this. I might have laughed, if I hadn't been so pissed at these abominations; his pale face flashed through a moment of surprise, then an odd wide eyed disbelief, eventually settling on a twisted look coloured with a red usually only found on ripe tomatoes and those apoplectically angry. I'm not entirely certain, but I don't think there were tomato plants in the ice-jins' gene pool, so I'm thinking that my contrary actions have got under his skin. Oh great, now what's he going to do? I really don't think I have the patience for this idiot…
Malice shines out of his dull eyes as he makes a threatening advance towards me, the thick reptilian tail swaying behind him and slapping into the ground in annoyance. Cracks appearing in the desert-hardened ground with each ill-tempered swing…
::Actually, I suppose it would only be threatening if he could back up his swagger with a bit of power, but he's not even as strong as his son.
Heh, weakling….
Someone really should tell this guy about personal space and not invading mine. Ok big guy you've made your point. You big - me small, now back off! Don't come any closer to me... I really don't want him to touch me, he's freaky, he's got that look in his eyes like Frieza when he… stay back. no don't come near me, no, not my tail! not again! nonononon….GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!!
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King Cold stood pointing at his clawed feet for a moment, silently going over his recollections of the saiyan race. Ah, good times….
::I miss my saiyans, what a fine pair they were… the sounds you could get out of them when you pulled those tails! I may have to persuade Frieza to let me borrow this tasty little morsel once we get off this accursed backwater. My last saiyans died so quickly, such a fragile race…::
He subconsciously licked his lips. Hadn't Frieza acquired a whole planet of the gorgeous creatures at some point? The brat had been obsessed with the species for years. But there had been all that trouble with it blowing up or something… as it was, Saiyans were extremely hard to come by recently. He hadn't seen one for a couple of decades, not since the last of his saiyan pets had finally died on him. Still, they'd been such fun while they'd lasted.
A minute shiver gripped him as he thought of the gorgeous screams he could wring from this pretty one. Saiyans were always so reluctant to let anyone know they were hurting; their precious pride was always self-evident even in the most degrading of circumstances. Made it all the more satisfying when you reached their breaking points. Yes, he would definitely have to play with this little pet…
He was drawn from his (really rather hentai) reverie by the realisation that the saiyan had yet to comply with his order.
King cold blinked.
The saiyan still had yet to move.
He blinked again. This time to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing.
…Nope. Not moving.
Now, King Cold was a not a being used to being disobeyed. It wasn't something to do on the ice-jin mother ship if you wished to live, and this was his first trip off the labyrinthine vessel in years. Disobeying the ice-jin family simply isn't done. Disobeying him simply isn't done. The fact he was not immediately given his way in anything definitely irked him somewhat.
Here was, in his eyes, a worthless slave that seemed not only to be not running to do his bidding, but also appeared to not care that he was defying the most powerful tyrant in the 7 galaxies. Maybe it was mentally retarded or something? Saiyans weren't exactly famed for their intellectual prowess.
A whisper of confusion threaded into the lizard's thoughts, displacing his irritation long enough for him to pass a second glance over the being before him. He had the formless impression he might be missing something here…
It was a pretty thing. That he liked the thing's looks he had decided a few seconds after it showed up. It would be prettier if it stopped scowling for a second or was wearing less; the sleeves of his bulky outfit reached his wrists, that ridiculous ruff covering even the neck, up to just under the pet's ears. Definitely too many clothes for such a pretty little thing…
Vaguely imagining what was beneath the many layers prompted a memory; he fully recognised the man now. He knew this pet belonged to his son, he definitely remembered seeing it in the labs, and catching sight of it in the tank room on countless mornings. Never realised it was a saiyan though…the tail he saw twitching around the man's waist was a new thing, a new weakness… but why was it looking so confident? It didn't seem to even notice that he was advancing on it.
In fact, it hadn't broken it's death stare directed at Frieza.
Odd.
Not many could stand looking at his vile offspring for long without flinching -or gaining a ticket to the next dimension.
Pets do not behave in such an obviously disrespectful way; it simply isn't done.
It would be a shame to put marks on such pleasing features, but this slave was asking for it. He would have to re-educate it on who the masters were in the Cold Empire, as it seemed his weevil of a son wasn't going to do it…
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Frieza's Father might have to be excused for his next actions; which, if he were able to look back on them, he might have thought were really quite idiotic. If the big horned baka had had even a vague nose for ki, or even just body language, he would have run screaming from the saiyan in front of him with his tail firmly between his legs. He would have thrown his son to the glowering man and scuttled away to the furthest reaches of his empire in terror before even Goku could have caught him. He would have gotten down on his knees before the legendary and begged for mercy.
As it was, he didn't have a fucking clue and he didn't do any of these sensible things.
He advanced on the man before him; a smirk forming on his face as he decided the slave's tutoring should begin at once, and jerked an arm out to grab the dark fuzzy appendage quivering infinitesimally around Goku's waist.
Goku, it turned out, wasn't so tolerant of his presence as to be touched: and released a ki blast point-blank in the giant's face.
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King Cold managed to stay on his feet for almost ½ a minute.
Quite an impressive amount of time; considering he didn't have a head anymore.
Eventually his body caught on to the idea that he was now officially dead, and the giant's knees gave out, dumping what was left of him rudely onto the hard earth at the, "pet's" feet. If his face hadn't just been blown to a million insignificant atoms, it might have carried a distinctly shocked expression, if his brain still existed it might have had …pets never attack their masters, it simply isn't done!… running around it in confused circles.
As things stood though; he didn't have a face anymore, and it's arguable if he ever had a brain, so all that happened was the abbreviated stub of his neck smoked a little in a petulant fashion.
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::OH FUCK!!! I didn't mean to do that…oops. Nice one Goku; oh fuckit fuckit fuckit so much for control…::
Goku's momentary confusion at his actions was instantly covered with a dark scowl. By the time the body had fallen to the floor, the wide terrified eyes had hidden behind the unusual frown; no-one saw the shock of dismay that flashed through his features at his actions, not even Frieza standing within spitting distance caught the rapidly hidden bewilderment.
How could he have lost control like that so carelessly? How could he have killed someone so easily? What if he did it again? Who would he fucking BLOW UP next time? He really hadn't wanted to kill the guy, had he? But that look… How could he ever go among normal people again if he blew up like that at any little thing?…But it wasn't some little thing! He wanted my tai-
::Kami, I've got to learn to control this new power! I'm a wreck; I can't go around blowing up anybody I think is going for my tail! How can I ever go home? How could I ever trust myself around my friends? I can never go home and endanger the people I care about if I can't even, can't even control myself…::
The scowl on his face turned pensive, he didn't see the flinch that crossed Frieza's face as he absentmindedly kicked the corpse away from his boots, didn't see anything for a few moments as he turned his attention inwards to one niggling fact that gave him a breath of stability: King Cold had meant him harm. He was sure of it. He'd seen it in the monster's eyes…
…hadn't he?
But he knew he was a thousand times stronger than the bastard, there had been no reason to kill him… had there? But he hadn't even thought about it! He hadn't meant it! The ki had been there before he could think about it, just aching to be used…
He just, he saw the pale hand moving to his tail and freaked at the remembered pain of the… the last time an ice-jin had touched it…
::aaagh! Nonono, just think about something else, calm gotta be calm. Calm down Goku. Don't think about it…about that::
Skin half-way healed twinged at a certain cluster of memories trying to gain attention. Goku moved an arm unconsciously to rub at the familiar ache, his tail stirring out of its loose knot around his waist to flex soothingly along his recently re-acquired stomach muscles. These tiny outward signs gave little indication of the atrocious wound that stretched across Goku's front, a ragged healing gash reaching from his rib-cage to just below his navel that had scarred so much more than his flesh.
He almost started when he realized his tail had come out of its protective cinch around his waist. Damn thing never did what he wanted it to! He focused on that group of almost forgotten muscles and wrapped the sinewy length tightly under his clothes. Maybe thebaka thing would stay out of sight this time.
He knew his tail was a liability, an extravagance he shouldn't really afford himself; there was no apparent upside to the highly-sensitive, monster-transformation-inducing, pain centre attached to his backside. He couldn't even control the damn thing!! Since it had been grown back it seemed to take on a life of its own. Heh, some people thought his stomach had a mind of it's own, if that was true his tail had a PhD and a coupla schizophrenic personalities.
But, it made him feel whole.
In a some subtle way he hadn't realized he'd needed, it completed him. Made him feel more at home in his own body than he'd been since a young child. He'd been a fool to let Kami take it.
Despite the trouble the damn thing had caused, despite how vulnerable it made him, despite everything, he couldn't bear to part with it again. But… if he reacted like that to anybody touching his tail…No - he'd just have to work on control in that area as well. Hopefully no-one would attack what they couldn't see and he'd never react and lose control like that again. He never wanted to kill someone innocent by accident. Never wanted to blow anyone's head off again.
::Well…maybe I could make one exception…::
Goku clamped down mentally one last time and pushed all his remaining confusion and apprehension to the back of his mind (damn, it was getting crowded back there). He would deal with all this emotional, moral shit later. Right now he had to focus on Frieza.
If only because he would only get this one chance to kill him…
His gaze sharpened onto the one remaining ice-jin before him. Taking in the motorized additions he'd been forced to become so well acquainted with, wishing for the millionth time that he'd just killed the bastard when he'd had the chance.
He almost smiled at the thought that he could finally rectify that grievous mistake.
Goku had remained eerily still throughout his stare down with Frieza. True, he hadn't really been paying attention to the mechanical despot since his father had suddenly found himself about a foot shorter and Goku had almost lost the tenuous control he had over his unstable psyche, but very little of the saiyan's internal conflict had shown on his face.
…None actually.
His face had remained disconcertingly…blank, emptied…from the moment the giant's body had hit the ground till Goku decided to break the heavy silence between himself and his tormentor.
Some, Frieza at their head, might argue that no matter how odd the blank deadness had seemed on such a normally animated face, it was infinitely better than the blood-hungry smirk that twisted the man's features now. The only expression Frieza had seen reach his eyes since he'd appeared before the ice-jin. It was as chilling and out of place as the low, dead voice that scarcely reached the ice-jin's technologically enhanced ears.
"Hi Frieza… Miss me?"
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A little quote from one of my favourite Blink182 songs ever actually colours my view of Frieza's thinking for this chappie, the bits where he's realised it's Goku that's just shown up-
"Hello there, the angel from my nightmare,
The Shadow in the background of the morgue,
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley"
I love this song! "I Miss You" by Blink actually has a lot of lines in it that I find relate to my ideas for the next coupla chaps, but they're kinda mixed in with random bits&pieces so there's no point quoting 'em. In any case, have a listen to this song just cuz it's a bit weird and bit cool and generally worth a listen!
Anyways…DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO WRITE GOKU ANGRY??? I swear, that man has like an infectious-happy-vibe that makes writing him as angsty, screwed up, morally fucked or just plain pissed a real toil.
Ah well, I love'im anyway.
Sorry if Goku is a bit confusing in all this. Believe it or not that actually helps in that whole building-of-character thing because Goku is VERY confused at the moment. And a little mentally unstable. Well, actually, quite a lot mentally unstable to be honest. He really hasn't had a great time the last 13/14 months of my corner of the multi-verse, and even Son Goku has his breaking points. Though I wanna point out, his stomach is still going strong, so there's hope for the boy yet…
I have to say again that I am really sorry for the slow updates. I know how annoying it is, but I really thought in the summer (when I started posting this thing) that I'd have time to write, at least on the weekends or something, but school is being a true bitch, work is so amazingly physically draining, blah-di-blah y'know the usual… and also, son-kun's thought processes are hell to write for me (as I might have already mentioned)! I had all but the last two paragraphs of this done over 3 months ago (apart from tweaking etc) but his v. confused reaction to the king cold thing had me re-writing everything about a million times! I just need to warn anybody following this that things don't look like they're gonna let up anytime soon. sigh. I need to get a less time-consuming hobby obviously… or maybe just quit school…hmmm
Here's the part I love, Thankyou's!!!! I have got to thank the following people for reviewing my story last time
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TheChichiSlaughterHouse: Yay! Thx for the review I'm glad someone got the joke about Goku getting royally buggered. smirk> One of my friends says that to everything and certain images pop into my head each and every time. Glad ur fic's going so well, been reading bits here and there and I like the new song-fics! Sorry I haven't had time to review any of the recent chaps, timings etc have been a bit Kerr-ray-zee lately…
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Aki Sujiro Kitkat: hope you're still out there as promised! i noticed there are barely any fics based in this little slice of the Dbz timeline and it always confused me…. What was so damn interesting about "those three years" that warranted about a gazillion Bulma/Vegeta get togethers when there was a completely unaccounted for year and a bit when Goku went AWOL? There is a gap in the market and I plan to EXPLOIT IT!!!! Hopefully to everyone's satisfaction! .
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KitsuneAkai13: I really hope this chapter makes up for the inexcusably long wait!!....actually, it's a bit short considering I've been working on it for 3 months. Hmph. Ah well grins hopefully the next one'll be longer!!! I can't wait for vege and Goku to get together either! I may be the all-knowing authoress of my corner of the multiverse, but I'm still not entirely sure how they're gonna pull it off….
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QueenSayain: . glad u liked it!
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Gutterball: First of all, if you're the same Gutterball who wrote all those brilliant fics at Saiyanhideaway dot us, I LOVE YOU!!!!! Your fics are some of the most original that have been around for ages! And (from someone who completely lacks this particular talent) I am so envious of how fast you can turn out such good material! I'm gonna review your fics properly at some point, but I don't really have space or time right now so just keep in mind that I think u r a brilliant writer, don't go changing was great and it's about damn time someone expanded on that little fantasy of veggie's in trinity…
ahem anyways… getting out of fan-girl mode and back to business… sorry about the delays. Guess I underestimated the whole, "I'm gonna need 2 months" kinda thing, sheepish grin at least I got the thing out right? Just a lil bit late… O.o
and yes I love abusing poor Goku, it's gotta be the grin, I just can't think of any other reason…
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Firefly: YAAAAAY!!!!! My fic has an official fan! sorry said fan has had to wait so long… you've been waaaaaaaay patient. B.t.w. I love "a new life", the Vegeta in it was EXCELLENT!! I still giggle at his immense ego vis a vis the lemons, sweet spots and first tries in the 2nd last chap. Hehe. I'm seriously bummed it's finished, but I love the way you ended it! Lemons are definitely the way to go! I'll probably be posting this at aff dot net, or MM dot org, or (if I can stick to the one a week thing) gotyaoi dot com…
( I hate writing these dot thingies, FF why won't u let me write URL'S!?!?!?! curses...)
…when I get to the parts that ff net would definitely not be liking. But I'll keep a version of this here… I think I'll just try and water it down a bit…
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Viper-Vegeta: have I still got ur attention? Yes? Good! I may need a beta in the upcoming chaps, but for the mo' I'm doing my own and it's going okay…. (this is a cover for the truth- I haven't actually got enough material at the moment alpha'd let alone needing to be beta'd yet!) am very happy u liked the first chap hope I get the same reaction for this one!
In any case… comments? Thoughts? Psychological analysis's of just how screwed up I've made Son? (on a scale of 1-10, 1 being Hannibal-Lecter-Meets Freddie-Meets-Jason-psycho-ness, 10 being his normal contented self ). You'll be finding out just why he's so weirded out in a coupla chapters, I mean, Goku would not get this freaked out just cuz he got raped a few times…and beaten a lot… and psychologically scarred… I torture the poor boy way too much don't i? Once I tweak this thing and upload it you'll be seeing it on ff net, about new year's-ish I think…
Ok, this author's note has gone on waaaaaaaaaaaaay too long. See ya next chapter and check out my fave stories and authors! It's all good stuff and worth a look, especially stuff written by Gutterball, who has suddenly appeared outta nowhere with some of the best fics EVER! Anyways, GO! READ! SPREAD THE YAOI! And if you've got time I would appreciate somefeedback!
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Ja ne!
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p.s. I know i pepper my writing with random uncannected bits of japanese; they probably wouldn't make any sense in actual context but they sorta work in these kinda fics; anyway, if anyone is having some problems with any phrases give me a yell and i'll put translations at the bottom of the next chapter!
p.p.s. i am really starting to hate this formatting process.... I WANT MY INDENTS BACK DAMN YOU!!!!!!!!!