Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Damaged ❯ Fragment one ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: chichidark
Vegeta tries desperately to recall the rest of a memory that shaped a large part of who he became.

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.19.2006 | Updated On: 04.19.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 216 | Status: Work In Progress

Fragment one
The king is dead
My eyes were never quite the same again afterwards…………
Frieza, he………
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Not aloud, and never in the dark……….
I gripped the sheets as he stroked my cheek, whispering that evil, twisted incantation to me. The words burn my heart and yet freeze it till it stops.
Beatnomoreandishallceasetobe……..
“The king is dead”. They are the words of my “Lord”, and somehow that makes them true.
A lone tear, the only one I would cry in his presence for years, traveled slowly down my other cheek. His tongue snaked out and licked it away.
…….that memory………it was important to me somehow……..I just can't….
“VEGETA!”
I blink and I am somewhere else.
I look around, confused.
“VEGETA!”
My suddenly frightened eyes focus on Frieza.
He was sitting in his levitating chair, staring coldly at me. He was not amused at my spacing out.
The memory……….what day is it? Year?
“There is something I want to tell you------”
It was important………
“-------mission. It will require--------”
Wait…..he licks the tear from my cheek and he……….
“You will arrive on Earth in exactly one year,” the computer says.
Computer? Not, not yet, it isn't……..
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He told me he killed my father………..
As he thrust into me, still licking the remnants of my tear from my cheek, he told me that he killed my…………….
(I hated my father almost as much as I hate myself…….)
I replaced the memory with………..
A warm body, sweet caresses under the moonlight, passion making me pant and lose my breath, and sweat and……..
Raditz.
So I didn't have to deal. If I pretend it didn't happen I won't have to deal……
The king is dead.
AN: ………..nothing to say really. Please review and I'll try to have the next chappy up soon.