“Fuck.” He sighed, obviously going into this half heartedly. “and it really wasn’t my goal to rough you up before we went down there. I would have rather presented you in one piece, but whatever the case.” He shrugged.
His comments did little to nothing in regards to my persistence and I merely smirked, crouching lower to face him.
“Anytime you’re ready to stop stalling,” I taunted. “I’ll be right here waiting.”
He straightened up, for the first time perhaps taking me seriously. His brows furrowed slightly and he observed me as though I might be joking. Reading my features, he apparently got the idea otherwise and shook his head, crouching into a fighting stance as well.
We paused, each sizing the other up for a moment, my eyes refusing to calculate just how beautiful he was and instead, seeing him as the enemy for perhaps the first time. I wanted to focus on how amazing his face was, his posture perfect and the seriousness in his eyes drawing me forwards. But as soon as the ideas popped into my head, I forced them down, knowing that the task ahead could very possibly destroy all of those features I was so intent to stare at.
This was war. And the only option was to win.
I was thrown backwards suddenly, never having seen him move, my back colliding with the whiteness of a concrete wall. Dust sprayed down around my shoulders, the devil’s hand faced out towards me. His palms leaked black shadows which held me where I was, his feet truly never having left their position.
“Don’t you see?” He laughed, mocking me. “I don’t even have to move or physically touch you to hurt you. Now come, let’s end all this before it starts.”
He turned his back towards me, letting me go. I fell to the ground, landing hard on my ass. ‘Well,’ I thought delightfully. ‘that was a wake up call.’
I had let this new power unnerve me, overwhelm my natural defenses. I wouldn’t let that happen again.
I formed a ball of power in my palm, unable to look at it for fear of being transfixed before hurling it at a deadly pace towards his back. He turned in the last moment, eyes the size of saucers as he took it straight in the face, falling straight on his head.
Score: 1 to 1.
And like that, it began. There were no words. Only facts. And as we soared through wall after wall, blow after blow, blast after blast, the memories of times before poisoned my mind. I wanted the fierce sex in these moments. I’ll admit I did. As much as our sexual relation was based around sex, it also thrived on pain. The two were combined and even as I experienced only one with him, undeniably, I wanted the other.
Perhaps I can even say that as we fought, it was sexual. Thrust after thrust, pain after pain. Blood and sweat and screams. The walls on one floor caved down around us, as Satan grabbed my face, pushing my head through a nearby pillar.
I flew through the sky backwards, him holding onto us both as we plummeted towards a large tower, letting me go at the last second. Wall after wall, level after level. I burst through tables and light fixtures, ceilings and floors. Blood poured out from my eyes and yet all I could think was how completely enjoyable this was and how much I had missed this.
It wasn’t sex but it was being with him all the same.
As I crashed through a ceiling, landing hard on thick tile floors, he straddled me, pinning my arms down. We both breathed hard, our hearts beating furiously within our bodies. Everything was gold and black and as the blood pulsed out of his vein and down his forehead, it appeared a glistening stream of pure gold.
He leaned down, his breath hitting my lips in gasps. His eyes bore a hot, gold color and stared into my own. I was speechless, never struggling against him as he pushed his mouth onto mine for the thousandth time. I let my eyes roll into my head, letting myself do this for just a moment.
His tongue snaked into my mouth and I smiled as his hands very slowly released mine, allowing my fingers to trace their way up his chest. My palms laid flat over his heart and I bit painfully into his bottom lip before blasting him nearly a mile into the sky.
The very force of my blast smacked me through another level and I could feel myself laughing as the debris and concrete fell over my body. Let’s see the bastard predict THAT one so easily.
But sure enough, as soon as my victory started, I was hauled out from the rubble by my foot and thrown sideways through a window. The chards of glass flew by so quickly that I felt sharp pieces imbed themselves into my head. I tried to protect my skull as I was hurled to the ground, his foot colliding with my face over eight times.
I could see streams of blood dripping from his shoe as he raised it over and over my face, my nose most likely broken and my lips swelling with each horrible stomp that nearly shattered my teeth. I was torn upwards by my hair, his fist tangled in the short threads before literally smacking my body face first into the ground.
He held my hair and the back of my blood stained shirt, pulling me up and forcing me down onto the ground over and over. I felt my ribs straining, the ground beneath cracking with my pressure on it. I wanted to fight back but each time the way came to me, I was nearly knocked unconscious.
Finally he let up, throwing me down and sticking a knee into my back. My hair was grabbed up, small pieces of my flesh still sticking to the ground he had nearly imbedded me into.
“What’s up now hero?!” He screamed into my ear. “You don’t look so good. Hell, it looks like someone dun’ dry FUCKED you in the ass!”
He suddenly yanked my head back until I thought he would break my neck, my mouth letting out a harsh, raspy cry.
“YOU WANT SOME KY WITH THAT?!!”
My face collided once more with the ground as he stood up, observing me with disgust as I laid there. The bastard kicked me right in the ribs, my body literally spinning in the air with the impact until I fell right on my side.
He nudged me with his foot, pressing me onto my back to stare up at his disgusted features.
“Pathetic,” He growled. “you’re such a fucking waste of time. I don’t know why I even indulge you.”
He turned his back in repulsion.
“And I’ll tell you something else,” He spat. “If you looked even half this bad on a regular occasion, I’d be leaving your sorry ass here, that’s for DAMN sure. Ha. Some hero of the universe. Is this the best they could send me?”
I lay there, feeling the sense of power still waging a war inside of me. ‘He’s right,’ I wanted to think. ‘You don’t stand a chance. This is futile and stupid.’ But even in my doubt, the power flickered just as brightly as though I’d never even tapped into it.
Don’t think I needed any encouraging words to get up and continue fighting. This wasn’t a moment of great, spiritual understanding. There was no divine encouragement. It was simply the fact that I had no other option available. This was it and, like a man suddenly scraping together the last remnants of his energy on the last mile of a run, I gathered my strength into my arms, lifting myself into push-up position and locking eyes with him. The electricity passed between us as it always did; the fierce, raw, primal urge to attack.
I flew at his throat, gripping my hands tightly around it as we were hurled into the air, his back crashing against the large tower as we landed, again inside. We wrestled on the floor, both fighting for dominance and being violent when achieving it.
He pinned me down, hands digging like metal machinery into my shoulders as he stared in rage. The hot air shot between his gnashed teeth, blood leaking through the cracks of his gums and dripping onto his lips.
“You..” he breathed. “You know you won’t win. You fucking know it.”
I glared up into his eyes, seeing myself reflected in shades of black and gold. Dark gold, an almost cold gold, if there is such a way to describe it. But whatever the case, the color reflected back was nothing like the pure, throbbing yellow of Bulma’s life force, but resembled much more closely, the devil’s.
“Why do you persist?” he gasped.
“Because,” I smirked. “I like watching you sweat on top of me.”
His eyes squinted in recognition, knowing that I was merely taunting his abrasive, sexual nature rather then implying any desire to indulge in it.
“I could sweat on you for eternity,” he leaned down, his blood scattering on my face in tiny droplets. “If you want me to.”
His underestimation of me was his downfall once more as I grabbed the back of his shirt, hoisting him completely off of me and flipping him through the floor. I heard a hoarse cry as he crashed through the ceiling of the floor beneath me.
It was time.
I tore my body off the floor, balancing with my hand against the wall. The world spun for a brief second, my eyes blinking out droplets of blood that blurred my vision. ‘Please God let me remember the words,’ I thought to myself, shaking my head.
I could hear him throwing pieces of debris and rubble off his body a floor beneath me, my time short. I had to release my potential, as Zarbon had told me. If only I could remember the exact words, my mind clouded from the blows I had received.
“Tora….” I stuttered, banging a hole into the wall in my frustration. “Tora… tora, defian…”
I couldn’t recall the last part, jumping when he appeared behind me, eyes blazing.
“And just what in the hell are you babbling out? Lost your mind have you?” he grinned wickedly, mouth stretching. “That’s alright. I only wanted your body anyways.”
I snapped my fingers, jumping in excitement!
“That’s it!” I cried, startling him. “Tora Tora Defian Body!”
I was suddenly pulled into the air, sustained by an invisible force as I felt my body changing. It was like a white hot light was surrounding me, my flesh burning in intervals and then ice cold at others. I screamed in horror, watching my skin blacken and then whiten, my pores stretching.
“Kakarot! What have you DONE?!” He was screaming off somewhere in the background, his voice deafened by the pain.
I felt sudden prickling all over, as if being poked with thousands of tiny needles all over. My hair flared bright white, my scalp bursting with blood as it grew down to my ankles, seeming to tear forth from my skull. The pure heat I radiated burned the blood to ashes, the tiny dried pieces scattering around me.
“Oh God,” I cried out, feeling my shirt light on fire, my leather pants threatening to melt against my skin. I thought at any moment I’d combust.
“No! No!” He was screaming, hands desperately trying to reach me. “You can’t die like this!”
The sheer force of my power scorched his hands, pushing him backwards. I felt my eyebrows burn to cinders against my face, my very facial features moving within my skin. I felt my jaw lock in place, my cheek bones hardening and my face becoming much more refined and chiseled.
I collapsed, the power letting me fall against the ground, face planted against bright hot tile. I could still feel the transformation upon me, working now in my lower regions, every bone and muscle hardening. I was terrified now, not trusting what was happening to my body. Was I monstrous? Hideous now?
My only comfort, ironic as it was, was the feeling of his hands against my back, blissfully cold against my bare skin.
“Are you ok?” He was breathing, though even his quieted voice seemed to hurt me, every part of my being painfully sensitive. He whispered something else but it was muted by the screeching tumult of pain.
I was literally thrown forward, my head thrashing upwards as it hit me full force, my canines stretching like an animal’s, becoming sharp against my tongue. The prickling of needles rose against my skin and sudden I was covered in a soft sheen of crimson colored hair, rising over every inch of me. My eyes burned as if bleeding, and I closed them tightly as redness stained my vision.
“FUCK!” I screamed in agony, flipping over onto my back. My feet scrapped against the busted concrete beneath me and I sobbed in anguish.
“How stupid can you be?” I heard the devil screaming somewhere off in the distant consciousness. “Forcing your body to sustain power that it isn’t built to hold? Your body isn’t ready for this kind of power and it’s literally cooking you! DAMN it! Kakarot!”
But the truth in his words was a poor consolation for the torment my body was trying to endure. I was bawling like a child from it, my hair sinking back into my head as I broke concrete in my hands. It had gotten to the point where I felt my insides baking, heat radiating off my skin like smoke. This was it.
And then very quickly it subsided, leaving traces of its effect upon me like a sunburn. I ached, feeling as if my muscles and insides were bruised, just laying there, panting on the ground. I felt as a fire must feel when it is drenched suddenly in cold water, sizzling to an end.
Yet I still remained, my body made anew by this torturous transformation. Pain was replaced by the feeling of sudden invincibility, the way a warrior must feel when he has endured the impossible. The way a God must feel.
I slowly opened my eyes, seeing the world through crimson tinted vision, blood draining down the sides of my face like tears. I watched the ceiling, breathing heavily as I saw him slowly approach, facial expressions priceless.
He had covered his mouth with his hand, looking down at me in horror and fascination, for the first time appearing to have actually been afraid of me. His eyes were wide as he observed me, staring down.
“Kakarot,” he breathed almost inaudibly. “You are…..”
He swallowed, unable to take in the magnitude of what he was feeling. I had never seen him this way. All the charm and suave was gone and he was left nearly speechless, in complete awe of what I had become.
“You are…..” He shook his head. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
I lifted myself into standing position, feeling weightless as I smirked cruelly at him.
“I know.” I whispered.
