Beautiful Stalker

Chapter 2: Crimson Shake

Written by: Agent182

Wet, silent footsteps followed the pure blooded Saiyajin as he continued down the hall towards his destination. So many thoughts riddled his untainted mind as he neared. His heart and his breathing sped up he thought again about his Prince, in the shower this time… Warm water trickling past his slightly parted lips, awaiting his... Waiting for his lips to press delicately against his loves… Vegeta's thick glossy hair gently touching his shoulders as more water dripped from the ends and down his muscled chest. Goku wondered briefly how something so beautiful could exist?

His breathing hitched as he stood in front of the door, the door to Vegeta's bedroom. He could hear the water rushing onto the other Saiyajins skin and there was another sound that was almost drowned out. He knew that voice.

A warm smile came to his lips. Vegeta was singing lowly. Goku had never heard anything so beautiful… His mouth opened slightly as his hand touched the cold knob of the door, his other hand barely holding the towel around his waist. His eyes slid shut but burst open as a sudden tremor ran through his body and seemed to jolt him to his senses.

He pulled in a ragged breath and everything seemed to spin all at once just as pain flared at his stomach and seemed to spread. Liquid fire enveloped his being as his lips released a hoarse cry. He tried to keep his voice muffled- his hand free from the silver knob and at his mouth cutting off his voice.

What the hell is wr-

He cried out again but it was lost in his palm as the pain seemed to consume him. He heard the harmonic voice stop abruptly and Vegeta's voice called to him.

His mind screamed as he tried to keep his lips from doing so. He could almost feel all the color drain from his already pale skin. But then he realized it was sweat that was pouring down his body. He coughed weakly not knowing what was wrong and he didn't want his love to see him like this… think that he's weak… He brought shaking fingers to his forehead, trying to gain some concentration but his mind… it was everywhere but where he wanted it.

Vegeta had felt the sudden fluctuation in Goku's ki and he had called out to the other but there was no answer and the ki continued to erratically lower. He scowled and cursed under his breath, pushing the water from his face as he turned off the shower. His dripping fingertips opened the curtain and he peered out, slightly worried about the other Saiyajin. He yelled again, this time his voice firmer and still there was silence. "Damn him."

Goku barely heard Vegeta's voice- all his senses seemed to be dulling as he finally brought his thoughts to his Prince and he was surprised to see himself suddenly standing in the center of the kitchen of his capsule house.

He looked up weakly as he heard a gasp and something clatter to the floor. ChiChi, Gohan, Pan, and Videl stared at him eyes wide and mouth agape in disbelief. "Goku, honey…" Before she could speak Goku stumbled out of the kitchen and to his room. His cheeks flushed with pink and his body going numb.

He knew his wife would be in the room moment later so he quickly put clean clothes on, he was barely able to do even that simple task. His fingers trembled and his knees threatened to give away but he wouldn't let them. He would not give into whatever the hell was happening to him.

The door opened and he dreaded hearing that voice. "Goku! What the hell are you doing! Showing up practically naked with your son and his family here! Pan will be scarred for life! And why are you coming back from Vegeta's house half naked and covered in sweat!" Her voice screeched loudly and Goku could only cringe. "What will everyone think! My husband sleeping around with that slut Vegeta!" Goku looked with weak eyes at her, his eyes weighing down and the burning sensation that was spreading through his body seemed to intense.

"Chi… I…" his voice seemed to die out as his knees gave away and the floor caught him as he fell forward. His wife gasped and was at his side, immediately regretting what she said. She knew her husband could love no one beside herself…

With the help of Gohan and Videl, Goku was set on the bed and covered up. He was running a high fever and his body was trembling as if he was freezing. He tossed and turned all night as his restless wife tried to cool him down with a damp rag.

ChiChi awoke to silence. She hadn't realized that she had fallen asleep… she had her arms folded over one another and resting upon the bed and she sat on the floor, an awkward position to sleep in but she was more worried about her husband's well being. Her eyes flickered to the clock and it read 8:12

Usually she would have breakfast already cooked and waiting at the table… She looked over to her husband, his chest rising and falling steadily. Her hand reached forward and touched his skin gently; the soft skin was cool under her touch. Whatever had been wrong with Goku was gone now. She hoped that Gohan hadn't caught whatever it was that had caused him to be so sick. Or even worse her sweet granddaughter Pan. Her hand lingered on Goku's skin for a moment as she looked upon his peaceful face. Not long ago his eyebrows had been tightly woven together and his eyes screwed shut and now there wasn't a single line on his milky skin. With a smile, she stood up, and decided to make some breakfast. Goten had stayed over at Trunks' house. She was glad that they had become good friends although she wasn't too fond of the Saiyajin Prince. She could deal with his arrogant ass but if she didn't have to, she wouldn't.

She moved through the silent house hoping her husband would wake any second, come running down the stairs, and ready to fill his belly full of delicious food.

She began cooking some bacon, the hot grease popping and biting at her skin as she turned over the bacon with a fork. A voice low came from behind her and she smiled as she looked over her shoulder to see her husband. His eyes were staring forward but not really at her but past her at nothing. Her smile faded. "Goku, maybe you should go back to bed…"

"No… I… I need to go see Vegeta…" His voice was desperate and worn as he turned away from her and towards the front door, still wearing his blue pajamas and no shoes were upon his feet.

ChiChi stepped closer to her husband and grasped a hold of his bare arm and she felt it tense under her hand and he stopped. He didn't face her but she knew… she knew something was terribly wrong with him. "Goku, go back to bed. You need to rest. You're sick…" She gasped as he pulled his arm free. His voice purred softly.

"You don't understand… I need him…" ChiChi would have let her eyebrow lift but the way he said- I need him- wouldn't erase from her mind. It chilled her to the bone even more than the coldness of his voice.

"Goku, you're not well. What you need is to go back to bed! You don't need that jerk. I know what's good for you. I'm your wife!"

At this Goku turned around and she felt a scream catch in her throat as she saw his eyes. Never had she seen such a look in them… but she vaguely recalled that look and it sickened her.

No words left her lips as she stared into them. They burned with a deep and unsatisfied fire. One that craved something and would burn brightly until it's oxygen was shoved away. And something was keeping that fire from it's oxygen. It stood right in front of him and he wanted to be rid of it.

The wild haired Saiyajin had no thoughts on his mind as he shoved back his wife, and easily held her in place. She shot her arms out in every direction- desperately trying to escape the man she loves as his free hand snaked behind her and to the stove top, taking a hold of the frying pan that was still crackling loudly. She could only struggle futilely against the strong arm and gasp as she saw the pan with hot grease bubbling around pieces of darkened bacon as it was brought in front of her. Her dark eyes were wide and she screamed loudly as he brought back his arm then forward, splashing the boiling grease onto his wife's beautiful face.

She howled and clawed madly at her face, almost tearing the skin with her long nails as she tried to free it from the burning heat. She was held firmly in place as she tried to find anything to cool her roasting skin. Goku smiled sweetly at her and inhaled deeply, enjoying the delectable aroma of freshly cooked meat.

But he wouldn't stop there; it was as if he couldn't… He let his eyes roam around the kitchen and to the counter where a blender sat upon it. There was still- what appeared to be the remnants of a chocolate milkshake. A smile drew across his face the moment he saw it- already knowing what he was to do.

Her eyes widen even further- if that was possible- and he tugged her towards the machine. "Goku! Why are you doing this?" Of course she had to ask the question everyone asks in all the horror movies. But this wasn't a damn movie- this was her life! She didn't receive an answer from her once loving husband; she was only shoved against the counter facing it. His voice was raspy in her ear as he eyed the blender and she did too. Hoping that it wasn't meant for her. Praying to god that it wasn't. But for some sick reason. She knew god was deaf to her cries.

Goku's eyes moved across each button wondering what each one did… but he knew that he'd find out soon…

He harshly grasped her arm and jerked it towards the blender, a cruel smile remaining on his lips as she screamed loudly. He pressed the first button that said something interesting….

Pulverize

Just the name caused ChiChi to shudder but as she saw the blade at the bottom begin to move she shrieked. Her arm…

He pulled her arm up and into the blender bringing her fingertips closer and closer to the sharp blade. With another shriek the blade began at the tip of her finger, cleanly cutting of the top layer of skin, and ripping off her nail- exposing pearly bone and dark red. She fought to pull her arm free as pain started at her fingertips and up her arm as he shoved her hand down further into the blades. More cries of utter agony left her throat as her hand was turned to mush and her blood was spraying from the glass part of the blender and around the kitchen. Splashing the white walls with her life. Chunks of bone and shredded flesh caught under the blades stalling it.

With a final ounce of strength she wrenched her arm free and stumbled back and onto her butt, blood squirted from her arm and her other hand tried desperately to stop the blood flow but it still pooled on the floor. She looked up to raised eyebrows.

Those once innocent eyes…

His kind words…

Were lost…

His once gentle voice said coldly as he eyed her. "Til death do we part..." He paused for a moment then continued, "Consider this our parting..." Her heart thumped loudly and her eyes cried as he hissed this.

She then saw what was in his hand. The glass part of the blender… before she could protest or try to avoid it- it was at her skull and crushing it- the bone smashing into themselves and the broken pieces of glass were sent to the tile and imbedded in her bloodied skin. Her now lifeless body toppled backwards, the gray of her brain was visible from where Goku stood, and he could only stare at her. Her black hair matter to thick chunks of her skull and dark blood mixed in with the giant mess was strewn across the once white floor.

His eyes shifted and he looked forward and to the front door. One name had been on his mind as he rid himself of that annoyance he had called a wife.

Vegeta…

TBC…