Title: Erratum of the spirit 4/? - Right before your eyes I am changing
Warnings: Supernatural-dark themes, violence, alcohol/drug reference, rating change precautionary.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, nor do I own any of the materials from, which the quotes are borrowed.
"* * * * * * * * * *" = Change in place, time or perspective
"Speech" * Thoughts * *^* Memories *^*
Review Responses
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Visions of Inspiration
'There will be no more feelings that I'm all alone
I will surround myself with things that help me grow, grow
Right before your eyes I am changing, changing
New life on the inside I am changing, changing' Right Before your eyes
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As the breeze played with the light curtains, the sun's midday rays touched the newly woken form. His eyes slowly opening, a groan escaping his lips in response the to unwelcome light. Rolling over the young semi-saiyan buried his face into the pillow below, just as the piercing doorbell echoed through his home.
He could vaguely hear the sound of his mother's voice welcoming the guest, her cheerful speech signs of a friend.
"Goten! You have a visitor"
But the late teen had already fallen back into slumber, his light breathing all the evidence.
He had returned home late in the night when Trunks did not come back to the club. Goten had given a short search for his friend but when no sign of him came up he decided that Vegeta's son had indeed felt tired and returned home. Not paricularly worried he also traveled home a time later in search of a lengthy sleep. Strangely the red head, whom had so intrigued him almost simply disappeared, whispering her business was complete and left her presence printed into his mind.
A sudden dull pain across his cheek brought him from his sleep only to find himself looking up into familiar eyes and ocean blue hair. He blinked the remaining haze from his eyes and pushed himself halfway up, looking to the digital clock at his beside.
"It's about time, I thought you'd never wake!"
Rubbing his cheek protectively, Goten glared up at the girl before him,
"Bra? What are you doing here?!"
"It's not my choice," Vegeta's youngest leant back against a nearby cabinet, "Mother sent me. She's worried about Trunks"
"He was feeling tired last night, how am I supposed to wake him?" Goten turned and took up a black robe, covering his half-naked body,
"He sleeps deeper then me", a smirk spread across the saiyan's face.
Blushing, Bra pushed off from the wall and took a serious tone,
"Goten, he didn't come home last night. I told mum that he was probably off somewhere training but she insisted I come and speak with you"
The usually energetic teen yawned outwardly before he led the way from the room. Chichi had coffee in her hand as she stood over a sizzling hotplate,
"It's about time you got up."
"Sure" Goten's lukewarm response indicating he'd rather not be,
"So Bra, where's Trunks?"
The girl had now become impatient, muscles tensed,
"I told you he's missing"
"You told me he didn't come home last night..." pouring himself a strong coffee, Goku's son prepared himself for what seemed was going to be a long day, "...there's a difference"
Chichi turned her head sharply glaring at her son,
"Don't be so impolite!"
Goten bowed his head in silent guilt, downing his coffee before pasting an infectious grin upon his face,
"I'm sorry, just not a morning person. Don't worry I bet Trunk is fine..."
Bra raised her eyebrow studying the teen surprising change in expression. Although on the outside she seemed indifferent to Trunk's suspect disappearance deep within even Goten could sense she was fearful.
"...He's probably just taking a break, training or sleeping. He's always been the best at hiding himself!"
* * * * * * * * * *
"What have you done to me!?"
A wearied form propped itself against cool stone, hunched over, hiding its face. Beneath silver locks sharp white fangs glinted in the somber firelight, tears unable to fall.
The pain still seared through his skin as Trunks bit down upon his lower lip, rewarded with the additional sting of broken skin. His eyes, unlike the others remained sharp and dark as he looked up to his sire. The pain evident in his soul, the emotion on his face, the once saiyan pleaded for an answer.
"Like I have to so many others," the coated master knelt before his new creation, pale eyes meeting black "I have allowed you to become stronger. So much more powerful then it was ever possible in mortal form. It is just as you wished, you wanted to please someone"
Trunks tore his face away, squeezing his eyes tightly shut, for once wishing tears would fall. Yet he felt strange, as if no fluid was flowing through his form, as if his body didn't respond. His suddenly realised the ache of his form, a hunger and gripping his chest, he let his head fall.
Listening, he waited for the feeling of that familiar beat, once strong and unbroken, and now in surprise he found it missing. His heart.
"You must be hungry," the master, calling himself Bahri rose to his feet "It is time"
Unknown to Trunks, the master signaled to a form in the doorway, who disappeared from the room.
"This is how it is and will be"
It only seemed like moments later that Trunks found a weight shoved upon him. He opened his eyes to find a shivering body lying upon his lap, long hair covering their face. Instinctively he brushed the dark hair from their face to find a boy, about his own age, eyes closed and fluttering. His eyes wandered to the tanned skin upon the boys neck, fresh and somehow welcoming.
He looked up to the form of his sire, questioning. The figure simply waved a hand to the body in his arms, as if expecting something.
Trunks once more looked down upon the flesh, studying it as a hunger built up.
* What is this? *
His eyes dug into the skin on the boy's neck, searching. Watching he could feel the warmth of the teen's form, crimson liquid welcoming him, pulling him. Washing his tongue over his newly found teeth, Trunks leant in breathing in the smell, the taste.
Something took over, almost an instinct, it was new, unfound, enticing.
Taking grip of the boy's hair and shoulder firmly, Trunks let his paired teeth sink softly into the untouched skin upon the neck. It was not long until warmth swam into his mouth, satisfying. He couldn't stop. He was like a spoilt child, craving more, the captivating taste entranced his senses. Pulling the form closer he forced the life from the now gasping boy, the warmth slipping slowly from his weight.
One last breath escaped the struggling boy in Trunks arms, before he was silenced, still.
Looking down to the skin below him, Bulma's son pulled back, his teeth jerked from broken flesh. He could hardly feel the liquid rolling down from the corners of his mouth, staining his blue shirt. Shocked his pushed the lifeless body away from him and swiftly climbed to his feet, stumbling away.
"What have I done?"
Warnings: Supernatural-dark themes, violence, alcohol/drug reference, rating change precautionary.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, nor do I own any of the materials from, which the quotes are borrowed.
"* * * * * * * * * *" = Change in place, time or perspective
"Speech" * Thoughts * *^* Memories *^*
Review Responses
* * * * * * * * * *
Visions of Inspiration
'There will be no more feelings that I'm all alone
I will surround myself with things that help me grow, grow
Right before your eyes I am changing, changing
New life on the inside I am changing, changing' Right Before your eyes
* * * * * * * * * *
As the breeze played with the light curtains, the sun's midday rays touched the newly woken form. His eyes slowly opening, a groan escaping his lips in response the to unwelcome light. Rolling over the young semi-saiyan buried his face into the pillow below, just as the piercing doorbell echoed through his home.
He could vaguely hear the sound of his mother's voice welcoming the guest, her cheerful speech signs of a friend.
"Goten! You have a visitor"
But the late teen had already fallen back into slumber, his light breathing all the evidence.
He had returned home late in the night when Trunks did not come back to the club. Goten had given a short search for his friend but when no sign of him came up he decided that Vegeta's son had indeed felt tired and returned home. Not paricularly worried he also traveled home a time later in search of a lengthy sleep. Strangely the red head, whom had so intrigued him almost simply disappeared, whispering her business was complete and left her presence printed into his mind.
A sudden dull pain across his cheek brought him from his sleep only to find himself looking up into familiar eyes and ocean blue hair. He blinked the remaining haze from his eyes and pushed himself halfway up, looking to the digital clock at his beside.
"It's about time, I thought you'd never wake!"
Rubbing his cheek protectively, Goten glared up at the girl before him,
"Bra? What are you doing here?!"
"It's not my choice," Vegeta's youngest leant back against a nearby cabinet, "Mother sent me. She's worried about Trunks"
"He was feeling tired last night, how am I supposed to wake him?" Goten turned and took up a black robe, covering his half-naked body,
"He sleeps deeper then me", a smirk spread across the saiyan's face.
Blushing, Bra pushed off from the wall and took a serious tone,
"Goten, he didn't come home last night. I told mum that he was probably off somewhere training but she insisted I come and speak with you"
The usually energetic teen yawned outwardly before he led the way from the room. Chichi had coffee in her hand as she stood over a sizzling hotplate,
"It's about time you got up."
"Sure" Goten's lukewarm response indicating he'd rather not be,
"So Bra, where's Trunks?"
The girl had now become impatient, muscles tensed,
"I told you he's missing"
"You told me he didn't come home last night..." pouring himself a strong coffee, Goku's son prepared himself for what seemed was going to be a long day, "...there's a difference"
Chichi turned her head sharply glaring at her son,
"Don't be so impolite!"
Goten bowed his head in silent guilt, downing his coffee before pasting an infectious grin upon his face,
"I'm sorry, just not a morning person. Don't worry I bet Trunk is fine..."
Bra raised her eyebrow studying the teen surprising change in expression. Although on the outside she seemed indifferent to Trunk's suspect disappearance deep within even Goten could sense she was fearful.
"...He's probably just taking a break, training or sleeping. He's always been the best at hiding himself!"
* * * * * * * * * *
"What have you done to me!?"
A wearied form propped itself against cool stone, hunched over, hiding its face. Beneath silver locks sharp white fangs glinted in the somber firelight, tears unable to fall.
The pain still seared through his skin as Trunks bit down upon his lower lip, rewarded with the additional sting of broken skin. His eyes, unlike the others remained sharp and dark as he looked up to his sire. The pain evident in his soul, the emotion on his face, the once saiyan pleaded for an answer.
"Like I have to so many others," the coated master knelt before his new creation, pale eyes meeting black "I have allowed you to become stronger. So much more powerful then it was ever possible in mortal form. It is just as you wished, you wanted to please someone"
Trunks tore his face away, squeezing his eyes tightly shut, for once wishing tears would fall. Yet he felt strange, as if no fluid was flowing through his form, as if his body didn't respond. His suddenly realised the ache of his form, a hunger and gripping his chest, he let his head fall.
Listening, he waited for the feeling of that familiar beat, once strong and unbroken, and now in surprise he found it missing. His heart.
"You must be hungry," the master, calling himself Bahri rose to his feet "It is time"
Unknown to Trunks, the master signaled to a form in the doorway, who disappeared from the room.
"This is how it is and will be"
It only seemed like moments later that Trunks found a weight shoved upon him. He opened his eyes to find a shivering body lying upon his lap, long hair covering their face. Instinctively he brushed the dark hair from their face to find a boy, about his own age, eyes closed and fluttering. His eyes wandered to the tanned skin upon the boys neck, fresh and somehow welcoming.
He looked up to the form of his sire, questioning. The figure simply waved a hand to the body in his arms, as if expecting something.
Trunks once more looked down upon the flesh, studying it as a hunger built up.
* What is this? *
His eyes dug into the skin on the boy's neck, searching. Watching he could feel the warmth of the teen's form, crimson liquid welcoming him, pulling him. Washing his tongue over his newly found teeth, Trunks leant in breathing in the smell, the taste.
Something took over, almost an instinct, it was new, unfound, enticing.
Taking grip of the boy's hair and shoulder firmly, Trunks let his paired teeth sink softly into the untouched skin upon the neck. It was not long until warmth swam into his mouth, satisfying. He couldn't stop. He was like a spoilt child, craving more, the captivating taste entranced his senses. Pulling the form closer he forced the life from the now gasping boy, the warmth slipping slowly from his weight.
One last breath escaped the struggling boy in Trunks arms, before he was silenced, still.
Looking down to the skin below him, Bulma's son pulled back, his teeth jerked from broken flesh. He could hardly feel the liquid rolling down from the corners of his mouth, staining his blue shirt. Shocked his pushed the lifeless body away from him and swiftly climbed to his feet, stumbling away.
"What have I done?"