Want? No. Need. Desire, seek, lust, covet, hunger. There was no word to describe the intense need I felt for him. Oh, but we’d been away from each other for far too long hadn’t we? That’s right Vegeta, touch me there, kiss me here, take me into that room. Oh, this is Bulma’s bed? Who cares?
Pillows soaked in the scent of sex, my own sweat mingling with his. Like a drug, I was suddenly high with this arousal, watching with perfect attention as he laid his head over my lap, swallowing me whole. Oh God….. oh, that’s the melody. What melody? I don’t know. Just sounded like the thing to say. Deeper, tighter, hotter, until I felt as if I’d been drank down like a glass of water, my back rising from the bed, my mouth twisted with my own trademark sex face.
My lips turned up, my eyes shutting tight until I was gasping. Visions of my time with Jurion slipped into my subconscious, and I suddenly saw him before me, kneeling as he had, slathering my erection with his saliva, dipping down harder and harder. The painful, savage sex that only seemed enjoyable with Vegeta. I could hear the Prince laughing all around me, though his physical form had lifted me from the bed, holding me until we were levitating in the air.
Suspended by nothing but his arms, a feeling of absolute and total love engulfed me. I wanted to hold him tighter, to wrap my arms protectively around him and drown his gorgeous face with kisses. I wanted to love him unconditionally, a mental, emotional, spiritual love without the boundaries of a human society to tell us it was wrong. I wanted to love him without my conscience.
“Love…….” I whispered, or I think I did. The room swirled around us, and it was just us two. The world had melted away, the anger, the hatred, the pain and sadness of human existence. And we were all alone. And there was no one to tell us that what we wanted was a terrible desire. There was no one to remind us of sanity. There was just this new, indescribable love and sex. Sweet, devouring sex.
“Yes,” He was whispering, sliding inside of my body, being part of me, and then separate once again. “yes, say it. You love me.”
I breathed hard, the air suddenly as thick as liquid, flooding into my body, weighing me down. I was just a toy in his arms now, trying to open my eyes, trying to make sense of exactly what was happening.
“You love me,” he was saying repetitively. “You love me.”
“No….” I breathed, prying my eyelids apart, only to realize I’d sunken into a dream.
A powerful euphoria erupted through my body, numbness sinking down from my throat into my fingers and soon into my legs. Blackness swarmed like a sea of locusts around my vision, nausea and dizziness exploding inside me.
I could hear Vegeta calling me, but I could only reach out to nothingness as I felt him leave, dropping me deeper and deeper until I was in a dream, a nightmare. I felt as though I were half of a whole, cut down the center and staring at the horrific creature I’d become as a result of being torn from my other side. I heard laughing, though it was not Vegeta, soaring through my subconscious until I opened my eyes and beheld death and chaos as I’d never witnessed it before.
Blood spurted into my vision making the dream red, scenes of a horrific nature sprawled out before me. Humans attacking humans, tearing hair and skin from bones, biting until flesh bled like rivulets of a waterfall. People in cars, running children over repeatedly, until only gore and indiscernible filth lay beneath the drenched tires. Burning bibles heaped into piles by the masses, mutated faces throwing coveted objects of faith into the awaiting flames.
The smell of burning skin and boiling blood reached my nose and half of me, the detached half, liked it. And there stood Aries, of all creations under God, pointing at me.
I FLEW upwards, colliding with the ceiling, Vegeta pinned against it and me.
“Are you crazy?!” he hollered. “What the hells the matter with you?”
But I could only gasp, on the verge of tears (or as far to it as I could come) breathing in the scent of our sex rather than death. I clutched him to me, holding onto his naked skin as though he could protect me from a creature that for all I knew, WAS me.
“New York City,” I hissed through clenched teeth. “Sin is in New York City.”
He looked at me the very same way a normal human would discern one chained to a wall in a mental institution.
“Why would you say something ridiculous like that?” he groaned, pushing me away from him and lowering to the ground.
“I’m not crazy, Vegeta.” I spat solemnly, following his lead. “I could…….I could see it for just a moment. You have to believe me.”
“You mean to tell me,” he grumbled tritely. “That a second ago you were witnessing Sin in New York? Ha! And here I thought I’d pushed you too far and given you a heart attack. I’ll admit Kakarot, you had me a little worried for a second there.”
But Vegeta seemed more than “a little” worried. He looked pale, the dark area around his eyes magnified by the sinking of his color, his lips standing out against the white flesh of his face. He had most certainly been a bit more than a “little worried.”
He shook his head, breathing out a gasp of air that had been cooped up too long, glaring half assed at me.
“I thought you were having a fucking seizure you dope!”
“I wish.” I breathed. “Oh God, how I wish.”
The next second we were bombarded by screams shaking through the house, the presence of Krillin quaking the ground as he powered up, and rocking the very foundation as he blasted away from Capsule Corp.
“Now just where does he think HE’S going?” Vegeta smirked, raising an eyebrow at me.
“I don’t know,” I shook my head, tossing on my pants one leg at a time, buttoning them hastily as I threw my shirt on. “but I have a terrible feeling about this.”
“Go!” The women had screamed. “Oh God you have to hurry, it was on TV!”
Their shocked faces replayed in my mind, like a skip in the VCR that plays over and over again, the horror displayed on each one sending waves of fear down my backbone. For the powerhouse that I was, (and I was and still am) fear had taken a new spot in my life and I suddenly realized that no amount of strength, past, present or future could sustain me from something that might very well be part of myself.
And you must think that such an idea is completely insane. It might be. But the feelings of being incomplete hadn’t left me as I flew through the wind at a bruising pace, the strange euphoria holding onto me. Like part of my mind had detached itself and was, for the time being, out of order.
Vegeta flew beside me, pretending of course that he could keep up with me when I knew my speed was posing quite the challenge for him. But I couldn’t slow down. I might not be too late.
But, as always, I was.
A city that many had thought was unbreakable lay before me in ruins. Bodies were strewn all over on the streets like a putrid carpet, the smell of death and the innards of humans torturing me. The pain inside me was unlike anything I could really remember before. I don’t know why it affected me so much. Just another city like all the others, laid to waste. But there was always something concrete about New York, a sort of attitude that no matter what happened, the spirit of a thousand hard bred humans would live on and exact revenge.
But there was no revenge here. Only the decay of human life, the buzzing of flies and beetles the only sound besides the crackling of fire.
I lifted my head towards the sky, swallowing hard as I tried to understand it all. How could I feel guilt for sex? Why did I care? Why did I worry about my eternal soul? If a creature made entirely out of love, no beginning, no end could watch this without stretching a hand to stop it, why would I WANT an eternal soul? What was there to live for if your creator didn’t care? Man was modeled from this creature? No wonder the world was fucked!
So I felt guilt for indulging in a little secret when He felt nothing as He watched millions die abhorrent deaths! Why had I ever WANTED to serve such an execrable being?! Adultery? Try negligence to the most abominable degree!
I twisted my face with repulsion, looking down in disgust as maggots formed tiny white lines in the tears of human flesh, boiling over the eyes and crawling out of mouths. And here I had thought that Sin was occurring right as I had dreamt it. No, this had happened hours ago and the world was just now coming to realize it.
Glancing over at Vegeta, I was somewhat stunned to realize his discomfort here. He walked over the bodies of decapitated humans, body parts thrown this way and that, the foul smell of blood and melted skin ripe in the burnt air. He nudged a stray hand out of his way, jumping when it twitched, revealing the remains of a scorched bible, the only one I could see that hadn’t been thrown into the fire.
He stared at the hand, creeping away as if it would essentially come to life, showing the less courageous of his warrior sides.
“Get it away from me, Kakarot.” He hissed, trembling. I gawked in disbelief, staring as he coward in fear, eyes wide and glued to the bloodied hand. Wrinkling my nose, I kicked the hand away, the wind picking up the last traces of bible scriptures as Vegeta nearly reached the point of hysterics.
Krillin’s energy spiked as I kicked it, blazing from across the demolished city.
“Vegeta,” I spat, somewhat disappointed in his blatant fear of a hand. “We’ve got to get to Krillin.”
“No.” he whispered, eyes staring off towards the closest building, still standing. “There’s something alive in there. Do you sense it?”
I reached out with all of my abilities, searching the area for a spark of life, straightening up when I indeed caught the smallest trace of existence. I glanced over to him, nodding as we began creeping towards the entrance, my hand trembling as I pulled the cold door knob open.
Every light was gone, electricity a suburban memory as we tripped through debris and (from what it smelled like) dead bodies galore. Blood puddled on the ground, soaking over my shoes and staining my socks. How cold it got in a short time.
A whimper caught my attention from the blackest of corners, a small, painful screeching from the shadows. I looked over towards Vegeta, reaching out to touch his arm as I could barely even see the shape of him through the darkness. We inched closer towards the sound, the discernable shape of a creature coming into view, huddled on the floor in the corner.
I let out a sigh of relief, realizing what it was and fully prepared to rescue it when Vegeta stopped me. Turning to him accusingly, I peevishly removed his arm from my chest.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped. “It’s just a fucking dog!”
I could see him shake his head, the white of his eyes glistening as he stared towards the Labrador that shivered in the corner, a small puddle of blood pooling around its legs.
“Don’t.” He said simply, watching the creature cautiously.
“You’re insane.” I spat, ignoring him and walking forward. The dog whimpered again, the sound like that of screeching tires, very high pitched and pitiful. But again, Vegeta halted me with a firm hand across my chest, staring at the dog as though it were a potential enemy.
“Don’t do it.” he cautioned.
“Vegeta,” I hollered, yanking away from him. “Ever since you saw that hand you’ve been acting like a freakin’ toddler. Get OVER it!”
“WHAT?!” He growled, forgetting the dog for the moment. “The hand? It wasn’t the fucking hand you twit! It was the…….” He swallowed, glaring at me hard. “Ok… OK it WAS the hand but that’s not the point! I’m telling you, do NOT go over there. Something is WRONG with that dog.”
I ignored him entirely, walking haughtily towards the Lab, the shape becoming clearer and clearer as it huddled on its belly in the corner, whimpering as I came closer.
“Here puppy,” I whistled, hunching down. “Its ok. I’m not gonna hurt you. That’s a good dog, stay down. That’s a goooooood dog.”
Oh, I could positively FEEL Vegeta roll his eyes behind me but I wasn’t to be deterred, seeing how the dog quivered as I neared. I glanced down at its hind quarters, standing what must have only been three feet from it, squinting through the darkness to behold the blood seeping out of the stump that had once been a hind leg.
And at the very second I wrinkled my nose in disgust, the creature lunged, its face stained in gore and filth as it came at me. Teeth wedged with human flesh flew at my eyes and I heard myself scream as I fell backwards, Vegeta shooting it directly in the side just in the knick of time. I collapsed onto the cold, cruor spattered floor, the creature landing just an inch from my feet, still snarling and baring its fangs, blood pouring from its black eyes.
“OH FUCK!” Vegeta tore me backwards right as it went for my feet, tearing the shoe right off as I kicked it away. I screamed as it began to crawl rapidly towards us, Vegeta yanking me backwards, sliding me along the floor as it smeared blood behind it.
“Faster,” I said dumbly. “must go faster.”
“Fucking SHOOT it you moron!” Vegeta was screaming, holding onto me as the possessed monster scurried behind us, one room after the next, snapping at my feet.
“I can’t!” I hollered, crab walking as quickly as he pulled me. “it’s a fucking dog!”
“FUCK!” he screamed. “I’ll shoot it!”
He let go of me, blasting the dog’s face off right as it lunged, the jaws still snapping even when there was no snout. It was throwing blood everywhere, spattering across my face as I stared in horror, Vegeta just gawking as it remained alive.
“Get up,” he whispered, eyes wide. “Get up now.”
I struggled to my feet, catching a ray of light as it glimmered off the blue collar hanging from the dog’s thrashing neck, the word “Lucky” engraved into a golden tag.
“You’ve gotta be FUCKING kidding me.” I spat. “This is someone’s pet.”
“Correction,” Vegeta said, pointing to the corner. “WAS someone’s pet.”
To my consternation, body parts hung like confetti around the side of a family room, a severed head staring at us, mouth and eyes open wide. Black, clouded eyes stretched to limit of the lids.
“I…..” I swallowed, clearing my throat. “I think I’m beginning to understand now.”
Vegeta just looked at me quizzically before darting his eyes down towards the thrashing corpse on the floor, the smell of burnt hair sickening me.
“Sin isn’t a being.” I whispered. “Sin is a condition. It’s becoming the very contradiction of what you were before. It makes people the very opposite of what is in their nature. This……. This THING was once a family pet. Now it’s…. A monster.”
I watched in pity as the thing still lived, the jaw locking around its mutated leg and chewing at it. Nausea wasn’t long to follow.
“I’m sorry, Lucky.” I whispered, seeing how golden the fur was, wondering what it must have been like before becoming a victim of Sin. What could make a gentle, silent family member a vicious killer that brutally murdered its masters? A virus, that’s what. A disease.
“Hm.” Vegeta shrugged, aiming his hand at the bloody creature. “Not so Lucky now.”
I closed my eyes, hearing the blast and recognizing the sound of bursting flesh and the splash of blood a few seconds later on the far wall of the apartment. I felt Vegeta’s hand on my shoulder, a strange sense of understanding emanating from him. It wasn’t often that Vegeta showed me any concern at all, and I welcomed the gesture, gritting my teeth and nodding to express my gratitude.
“You’ll be alright?” He asked, trying to conceal any ACTUAL care on his part.
“I just don’t understand it all,” I confessed. “What did they do wrong? Why did this happen?” I looked up into his eyes, realizing how cold I was suddenly, how terrified. “It hurts inside.”
He nodded, his beautiful face staring at me, the shapely eyebrows tilted up just slightly.
“It wounds you deeply.” He acknowledged, pursing his gorgeous lips. “It cuts deeper for you than any other creature because of what you are.”
His delicate fingers lifted my chin, bringing my eyes to his own, before he gave me the softest of kisses.
“You feel deeply. Every pain, every hurt, every guilt and anger is magnified BECAUSE you are a Saiyan.” He kissed my eyelids as I closed them, running his fingers through my hair. “The weight of a feeling heart brings you down. You ought to forget about it.”
“So that I could forget about them?” I said accusingly, staring hard into his eyes. “So that I could forget the heart that loves them? So that I could stop trying to save them?”
“Wouldn’t it be easier?” he breathed, his face an inch from mine. “To feel nothing but the pleasure you inflict? To know no love, no attachment for anyone but yourself? A world of freedom at your fingertips and no one to tell you its wrong? A heart free of guilt.”
I stared into his eyes, seeing the logic. Understanding. Accepting. Agreeing.
“What have I become?” I whispered, my mouth twisted in disgust.
Krillin’s power lever soared and without another word, we busted through the ceiling of the building, one level after the next until we burst out of the darkness to behold the mutilated city once again. The once proud sky scrapers stood nothing more than busted glass and burning windows. A blood drenched ruin of memories.
I followed Vegeta, soaring through shattered buildings, seeing the tiny outline of Krillin in the distance, levitating in the sky. His eyes laid on the remains of a once thriving city, searching the streets for that one life that could tell us what happened. But it wasn’t there and we knew it wouldn’t be.
But Krillin’s eyes weren’t searching the streets. They weren’t sweeping over the dead bodies and sensing any movement. They remained fixated straight down on a pile of twisted metal and cars, the sound of a horn blaring.
I scanned the wreckage, wincing at all the blood and searching for the vehicle that was making the noise. And I found it. And I realized at that exact moment why Krillin was staring so hard. Why he hadn’t bothered to look any further than this.
The beautiful red car was distorted and mutated by the crash, the driver’s head laying on the horn. And gorgeous, blood drenched blue hair falling over the steering wheel.
“Oh God,” I gasped, covering my mouth. “Marron.”
Krillin was sobbing hysterically, tears gushing down his face as he bawled into his hands.
“She said she was going shopping.” He cried. “She wanted me to go with her.”
I struggled to pull him against me, my shirt soaked in his tears as he pushed them against me, sobbing like I’ve never seen a grown man do. His hands bruised the backs of my arms as he grabbed me, holding on like I would let him go. His teeth were pressed against my stomach as he bawled, his mouth twisted with his heartbroken sobs.
“Krillin,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
Vegeta had lowered himself to the ground, yanking the door of the car straight off with one firm pull, lifting Marron’s head off the horn with a facade of indifference. But somehow, I knew he must have cared, staring at her ruined face, half a beautiful young girl, the other a monstrosity, indiscernible as human.
“I was supposed to be here,” Krillin was crying. “I was supposed to come today. She wanted me to.”
“Shh,” I insisted, hugging him tighter. “It’s not your fault.”
“I was supposed to protect her.” He said ignoring me. “I could have saved her.”
“You would have been one of them,” Vegeta said coldly, levitating behind me with his arms crossed. “you know that as well as anyone. You couldn’t have done any good.”
“I could have saved her.” Krillin whispered, staring straight ahead as he let go of me. “I was meant to be here so that I could protect this city. Its gone.”
Vegeta rolled his eyes but I ignored him, focusing on Krillin, seeing the pale tint to his skin, the dull, glazed look of his eyes as he pushed me away.
“Everything’s gone,” he breathed tiredly. “And everything else will follow. It’s inevitable.”
“Krillin,” I snapped. “What are you talking about?”
“This world,” he said numbly. “it’s all fucked. It’s all gonna go. Everything’s just waiting to die.”
“That’s not true,” I insisted. “We’ll beat it. We’ll stop it. We’ll make it pay for all this.”
“Everything will go eventually,” he smiled. “I’m just not going to wait around for my turn.”
I looked at him strangely, squinting my eyes at him.
“Wha-”
“Take care of Gohan alright?”
I never realized what happened until Vegeta was holding my arms, Krillin’s severed head disconnecting from his body in a spray of blood. An energy disc dissipated in the wind, Krillin’s trademark finishing attack. I didn’t know I was screaming until Vegeta was battling just to hold me.
“KRILLIN!” I was screaming, my voice like someone else’s. “KRILLIN!”
I was pushing away from Vegeta who held my back to his chest, my arms locked in his vice like grip.
“Kakarot stop!” he was screaming. “You cant help. He’s gone!”
“Krillin!”
“He’s GONE!”
I was sobbing from tearless eyes, my chest rising and falling rapidly. I watched as his body fell from the sky, large droplets of blood splashing on the human covered ground. Vegeta was holding me to him, whispering “he’s gone, he’s gone” a thousand times, as if he could convince me. But I was numb. I was in disbelief. I wanted to wake up now.
“Oh God,” I kept saying over and over. “Oh God please….. Please!”
I was buried in Vegeta’s neck, his arms wrapped around my back, not so much for any kind of compassion or consolation, simply to hold me still. I battled against him weakly, trying to push him off when I hadn’t the strength to even hold myself up. I collapsed against his chest, my eyes dry, my heart stabbed through with this loss.
The last real friend I had. The last person who truly, unconditionally had believed in me. The one I had known, just always known would never give up hope, who always saw the best. Was this a disappointment? No. A tragedy.
“Why?” I sobbed, letting him finally just hold me steady. “Why Vegeta?”
He wouldn’t answer me, just holding me there, suspended over a destroyed city, engulfed in his own thoughts no doubt.
“Why can’t I understand?” I screamed, my voice raw and echoing through the ruins. “Why can’t I understand why God does nothing? Why can’t I understand how He can just watch?”
Vegeta just patted my back, saying nothing.
“How can people worship a God who doesn’t CARE?” I screamed. “What are they believing in?”
“Kakarot,” He swallowed. “you know as well as I do that these humans are an illogical bunch. They’ll believe in anything if they think it can save their wretched souls and forgive their damnable sins. Promise them that a dog terd holds the key to eternal existence in Heaven, they’d worship it just the same as a crucifix.”
I looked up into his eyes, my jaw beginning to hurt from my grinding teeth.
“There is no God?” I whispered. I don’t know if I wanted to believe or not. I mean, when I think about, sometimes I question myself. If there is no God than we are truly alone. And there’s no one to blame, no one to hate but ourselves. But if there IS a God and our afterlife existence depends on Him alone, who would want to serve? We depend on a creature who would watch a believer die just as easily as an atheist? We pray for forgiveness of sins condemned by one man?
“The question isn’t about existence,” Vegeta whispered. “The question is whether or not He gives two shits about your friend there.”
I stared down at the remains of Krillin, still thinking, still hoping, still trying to convince myself that it wasn’t true. It couldn’t sink in. I might have watched it replay a thousand times in my mind, but to me, it was just another scene in a movie. And I would switch off the screen, walk out to my yard and remember with a smile that Krillin was going on a date with Marron that day.
I kept thinking that maybe he’d wake up, dust off his body (which had magically pieced itself together again) and laugh at me for being so scared. It was illogical. It was stupid and desperate and a thousand and one different things. But it was my fantasy and I needed it.
“Goku,” he would laugh. “What’s the matter with you? Don’t you know I’ll always be just fine? I don’t die. I’m a friend. The rest the world rots in Sin but those you love are never touched so it doesn’t really matter.”
I shook away the sweet fiction, covering my eyes with my palms, thinking that there must really be something wrong with me if even THIS couldn’t make me cry. Vegeta stirred near, drifting down to the ground.
“I don’t want God to exist.” I spat savagely, so bitter it was like someone else saying it. “I’d rather we were just alone in this misery without the knowledge that someone higher actually had the power to save us and chose not to. I’d rather be the God of myself and answer to that and no one else.”
Vegeta sighed, picking out small pieces of glass and metal embedded into Marron’s twisted body. It looked as though every bone had been broken, as when she was lifted, they went in every sort of direction limbs ought not to.
“Ohhh…” he sighed tiredly. “He exists alright. Out there, up there, somewhere.”
He glanced angrily towards the sky. Bitter like me.
“Who knows if he’s even seen the condition of Earth yet. With an infinite amount of planets to watch, this ball of dirt is like a grain of sand.” He shrugged. “Find your comfort in overlooking rather than the possibility that God doesn’t give two fucks and a bust for you.”
I wiped my nose, hating him, hating God, hating everything right about then. It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t FAIR! I didn’t deserve this! My marriage was suffering, my son was suffering, my conscience suffering. Why did this have to happen now? Why me?!
“You think all this prophetic, spiritual bullshit helps, Vegeta?” I nearly screamed, startling him. He looked up at me like I was insane before ignoring me and picking up the two pieces of Krillin’s body. “You think telling me shit like this is comforting? Well its not. So you fucking lose it now alright?!”
He just shrugged, not his temperamental self who would have normally landed a foot in my face by now.
“Well,” he sighed, shrugging again and examining Krillin’s bloodied, disconnected head, slippery veins hanging from the neck. “I’ll tell you what’s comforting. This thing really DOES look like a bowling ball.”
I was beating him before I even knew I’d moved, my fists slamming against that impossibly gorgeous flesh like every single one had the potential of being his last. Unlike the other times when I’d wounded him to the point of bruises, I was busting skin here and there, blood flying into my eyes and only making me want more.
Like a true Saiyan, a real monster, I was beating the flesh and drinking the blood that spurted into my mouth. But I act like he didn’t fight back, and at first, he didn’t. I must have caught him off guard as well as myself as I was thrown twenty feet back by a punch that would have disintegrated my head if the adrenaline hadn’t been pumping so hard that I didn’t even feel it.
I stared at him, seeing an enemy rather than……. Well, whatever he was to me. All the guilt, all the frustration and pain, he became the epitome of it. And a hatred unlike any I’ve ever experienced blinded me to the raw desire that I normally felt staring at him. I suddenly knew what it was to be Saiyan. It was the burning rage inside that literally hurt, blazing in every member of your body, pumping through the veins.
I was horny beyond logic, evil beyond goodness, angry beyond reason. I wanted blood and sex and death. And I wanted them all from Vegeta.
I lunged at him, my hands on his shoulder as I threw his back against a building, our bodies bursting through the concrete like a thin plaster wall, room after room soaring by as I screamed. Dust and debris flew into my eyes, but still I pushed against him, his gorgeous face laughing at me.
“That’s it!” He screamed, laughing hysterically as I knocked him straight through another building. “That’s the fury! That’s the anger! That’s what I wanted!”
I screamed again, the rage pouring forth from me in waves as I pounded him backwards, frustrated as he blocked every punch I threw and seldom swung back in retaliation. It was like he’d won again, just like sex, knowing he could push me so far and I’d break under the pressure.
“I HATE YOU!” I screamed, catching him off guard and knocking that beautiful face sideways. Blood flew out of his mouth as if he’d vomited, gushing down his chin and sliding along his throat. Still he smiled with red teeth, eyes dark and iridescent when the sunlight caught them just right.
“I HATE YOU!” I screamed again, throwing wild punches everywhere, sloppy and yet efficient considering. He caught my fist, grabbing the back of my neck and filling my mouth with blood as he kissed me.
“You love me,” he laughed, holding me painfully tight, the bloody saliva dribbling down into my stomach. “You will always love me.”
He was thrown away from me as I powered up, my hair golden and my eyes blue as my temper sky rocketed. I hadn’t even been super Saiyan since I had defeated Frieza and the sheer power of the form sobered me from my rage, calming the insanity and awakening me to what I’d almost done for the second time.
He landed in the debris of New York City, the ruins of cars and papers and pieces of buildings all strewn around him. He just lay there, looking up into my eyes with a smile, the blood leaking out of his upturned mouth. His body was covered with dirt and blood, his limbs held in the form of a crucifix, beautifully shaped and graceful.
“You’ll never win,” he laughed softly. “I told you you’ll always be mine. I want you, and that’s the way it’s going to work. Why don’t you just get used to it?”
“There’s where you’re wrong Vegeta,” I said coldly, staring down at him hatefully. “You don’t want me. You hate me. You’re a complete contradiction of what you were meant to be. I used to think you were part of Sin and now I realize, now I see that you’re just another victim of it! You’ve changed Vegeta. Sin changed you. It made me a monster in my dreams and you, a monster of reality.”
