WARNING: this is going to be sick, so if you don’t like reading
about violent death and mutilation.. uh, go away.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own shit. Suing is a waste of time.
But honestly, who would even bother to?
A/N: Before anyone complains about Goku being OOC, save it for
someone who gives a shit. Everyone has a limit to their tolerance
and he reached his and passed it in the last chapter, ok? Besides, if I
was him I’d feel kinda icky too. Think about it…
Also, thanks for all the reviews Peeps! I’ve gotten mixed reviews
for this fic, which is good. Some ppl like it, some are appalled.
Hee hee. Regardless, I’m still writing what I originally planned
(which is basically nothing, I make it up as I go)
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Krillin was playing with Marron outside of Master Roshi’s when
Goku touched down.
“Where’s your wife?” Goku said. Krillin frowned.
“Hi Krillin, how are you?” Krillin began sarcastically.
“Hi Krillin, sorry Krillin.” Goku replied hurriedly. “Now
where is 18?”
“I’m right here, Goku.” Came the emotionless reply. Instantly
Goku was in her face.
“You bitch! How dare you use me like that?! I’m not your
tool. And the fact that you used me for such a despicable act makes
me sick. Your going to pay dearly for this but I already promised
your life to Vegeta.” 18 listened to his tirade with a thin, bitter
smile.
“Oh really?” she hissed. “So you fucked him then?” Goku’s
face transformed in fury and he slapped her as hard as he could.
From the other side of the island Krillin heard flesh hit flesh and turned
to see 18, her head to the side and Goku’s hand inches from her face.
“What the-?” He ran over to them.
“No I didn’t.” Goku hissed.
“But someone did.” Goku refused to respond. 18 laughed.
“Good. At least someone did. But tell me. You are more
upset about something else than being used. Even I can see that.”
“What the hell is going on?” Krillin demanded stepping between the
two. Goku and 18 turned silently to glare at him and he nervously
stepped back.
“Just talking dear.” 18 replied mildly.
“Ok…” Krillin mumbled and went back to play with Marron. Goku
and 18 turned to face each other again.
“I’ve worked very hard just to get Vegeta to trust me and this little
stunt of yours ruined everything. Do you know how pissed I am?
I would enjoy nothing more than beating the shit out of you, and honestly,
I’ve NEVER wanted to do that to anyone. What you’ve done is so disgusting
and wrong. But I promised Vegeta I’d leave you alone.” 18 laughed.
“What can he do? I’ve always been stronger than him.” Goku
smiled. 18 frowned, why the hell was he smiling?
“Forgetting something 18? You’re human now, too. Even in
his female form Vegeta could trash you. And I know he will and I’m
glad.” He hissed and then turned his back on her and took off.
18 spat on the ground and kicked a cloud of sand. This was not
going as planned, but then again, she hadn’t given it too much thought.
She’d just wanted to utterly humiliate Vegeta.
“Stupid Saiyans.” She wished she had killed them all when she’d
had the chance.
Vegeta awoke in his old room and for a moment he had no clue why, then
it all came back to him. The expression on his face went from confused
to aggrieved in mere moments.
“Oh God.” He whimpered and rolled onto his side. You can’t lay
here and feel sorry for your self all day. He thought, fighting back
disgraceful tears. Go kill the bitch that started this whole episode
and shamed you. Vegeta immediately jumped up from bed and tore through
the house. He stopped in the kitchen as Bulma calmly read the paper.
“So..” she began in a conversational tone. “Are you just going
to beat her to death? If I was you I would use a knife.” Vegeta
frowned. The thought of Bulma killing someone almost made him smile.
She turned from her paper to smile at him warmly. “It’s just a personal
preference.” Now he had to smile at that.
“Woman, as much as I would enjoy stabbing her to death, that would
just end too quickly for my liking.” She nodded as though she understood
perfectly. Vegeta raised and eyebrow as he stared at her turned back
before shaking his head and walking out the door.
18 was in the kitchen when she hear the door open and slam shut.
Krillin and Master Roshi had taken little Marron to a parade in Satan city
an hour ago. Was it over all ready?
“Krillin?” she called.
“Not exactly.” She heard a deep voice murmur in her ear. She
tensed and turned to see the Prince of Saiyans standing calmly behind her.
Perhaps he was used to being humiliated. He seemed to be handling
it far better then she would have imagined. The thought angered her.
If she was going to die, then it might as well be worth it.
“So… How did it feel to be fucked by a man?” she asked in a conversational
tone keeping her features blank and neutral when all she wanted to do was
grin like a fool. Vegeta grimaced and she smiled as she saw pain
darken his features.
“Your about to find out.”
18 screamed in pain as Vegeta snapped her arm like she had done to him
so long ago.
“Ooh. I bet that hurt.” Vegeta said, a genuine smile on
his face. 18 collapsed to her knees, clutching the mangled appendage.
“Bastard.” She moaned through clenched teeth. She felt warm fingers
grasp her chin.
“Oh, this is going to be so much fun!” He said, grinning.
“I’m going to take Bulma’s suggestion and cut you up a bit.” Seeing
her horrified expression he laughed, slapping her face. “Here.”
He sat down in front of her and plunged a small flaying knife into her
eye socket. She wailed in agony as the blade sliced through the soft
jelly. He removed the knife and replaced it with his finger and deftly
removed her eye. He pried open her clenched fist and placed the mangled
eye in the palm of her hand and then closed her fingers on it, pushing
down until the mashed eye ran like jelly between her fingers. “You
don’t need it anymore. But I’ll leave you one so you can see what
I’m going to do to you.” 18 began to scream in anger and agony.
“You bastard!” she sobbed.
Vegeta shook his head and rolled his eyes. He deftly socked her
in the jaw, satisfied when he heard the bone snap. 18 squealed in
pain, tears pouring from her good eye. He then stuck his fingers
in her mouth and grabbed her tongue. He pulled it out as far as it
could go and took the little knife and began to slice through the thick
muscle. 18’s screams were getting louder and were starting to hurt
Vegeta’s ears. But he ignored it and continued to saw through the
flesh until her tongue fell into his hand. Blood poured from 18’s
mouth and he sat back to observe his handy work.
“Damn.” He said, shaking his head with a grin. “You look
disgusting.” He began to laugh as 18 wept and tried to crawl away.
“Now the big question. Should I kill you and end your pain or should
I let you live hideously deformed?” He pretended his hands were scales
and moved them up and down. “Hmm.. I think you need to be a
little more gross for me to let you live.” He said and kicked her
in the face. She fell on her back with a whimper and he straddled
her stomach. “One more thing and I think that should satisfy me.”
He said and took the knife and began to carve her face. 18 weakly
thrashed in an attempt to escape, but only made the knife bite deeper.
He laid open her cheek with the blade and abruptly bolted for the kitchen.
He returned with something yellow from what 18 could dimly see. He
cut it in half and held it over her face and she suddenly wailed as horrible
pain burnt her face.
Vegeta squeezed all the juice out of the half of lemon. “I always
wondered if that would really hurt or not.” He mused. “I guess it
does.” He heaved a sigh and got to his feet tossing the lemon aside.
18 tried to pull herself to her feet but fell on her back with a thud.
Vegeta grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up.
“Now one question remains. Have you learned what happens when
you fuck with me or should I just kill you now and spare myself any of
your future attempts at revenge?” With her last ounce of strength
she grabbed Vegeta’s arm and squeezed, her sharp nails digging into his
flesh and breaking skin. Vegeta made no move to defend himself.
“Does this mean you wish to die?” he said with a hopeful smile.
18 shook her head furiously. She withdrew her nails and used
Vegeta’s blood to write on the floor.
“I am sorry.” She scrawled into the floor. Vegeta frowned.
He grabbed the sides of her face and stared at her trying to determine
whether she was lying or not, but the truth was he was never good at reading
people.
“No.” he sighed and slammed his fist into her stomach. “I don’t
believe you. I think you will try something again. Better kill
you now.” He let chi collect in his palm and released it. The
chi ripped through 18 as she screamed in agony.
He let her corpse drop to the floor and walked out without a backward
glance.
Krillin felt 18’s chi begin to fade an hour into the parade.
“Master Roshi, watch Marron, I’ll be right back.”
By the time he reached the island it was too late. Krillin dropped
to the ground as Vegeta exited the house, covered in blood. He knew
it was 18’s blood.
“Vegeta! You bastard, I’ll kill you for this!” Krillin
screamed. Vegeta merely gazed at Krillin without expression.
He made no move to defend himself either. Krillin charged, fists
cocked. Vegeta dodged the attack with ease.
“Krillin stop!” Krillin whirled in fury.
“Goku?” he gasped seeing his best fried. “He killed 18!”
Goku frowned and shook his head slowly.
“I know.” Krillin stopped in his tracks.
“What the fuck do you mean?” Krillin gasped, tears forming in his eyes.
He had yet to even see his wife’s condition, and Goku already knew?
“I let Vegeta do it.” Goku said quietly. “I’m sorry.”
“She brought it on herself!” Vegeta cried before Krillin could form
a response.
“What?” Krillin cried. “How could you let him hurt her?
How could you let her die?” Goku slowly came forward and forced Krillin
to sit and listen as he explained what had happened. Krillin sat
staring at nothing, horror and confusion on his face. He finally
glanced at Vegeta and the look on the Saiyan Prince’s face confirmed the
story. In fact, the sheer anguish on the usually angry Saiyan’s face
made it all too clear.
“But why?” Krillin moaned. “Why would she do it? Why didn’t
you tell me sooner Goku? I could have done something…”
“Like what?!” Vegeta yelled. “You would have tried to do the
same-” he cut himself off and turned away. He furiously powered up and
destroyed Master Roshi’s house and 18’s body inside.
“No!” Krillin screamed. Goku tried to grab him but the enraged
human was surprisingly fast and threw himself at Vegeta, knocking them
both into the water. In a rage Krillin’s hands locked around Vegeta’s
throat and began to squeeze. It never occurred to him that Vegeta
should have thrown him a thousand feet away by then or that the neck between
his hands was small and delicate. He felt the body jerk beneath him
and all he could think of was Juuhachigou. Was he cursed to be alone
forever?
Suddenly hands did grip him and fling him away. He landed in
the sand and sat up, shaking his head to clear it. He watched dimly
as Goku pulled a young woman from the water!
He straightened with a gasp. How did he forget? Vegeta
was probably dead! For a moment he felt wild joy. 18 would
be avenged! But then he thought of Bulma and Trunks and he felt the
beginnings of a guilt trip. Vegeta couldn’t be wished back, could
he? 18 could easily, but could Vegeta? Bulma would kill him!
He swallowed nervously as Goku gently slapped Vegeta’s face.
He sighed in relief when Vegeta moaned and rolled to her side and began
to cough harshly. After a few moments she rose to her knees and finding
herself in female form quickly jumped to her feet.
She was instantly in the air clutching her now too-large clothes to
her shivering body. She glared at Krillin with hate-filled eyes and
for a moment he was tempted to grab her and rip her clothes of and-
“My God!” Krillin gasped, sweating as he realized that this was Vegeta
he was having these thoughts about. And then he understood.
He fully understood 18’s wish and what had to have happened. And
with that realization his anger towards Vegeta vanished. How could
he lie to himself and think he would not do the same as Vegeta had?
He shuddered in sudden sympathy. He was still angry of course, but
his anger was now directed at 18.
How could she be so stupid? Surely she knew what the price of
such a wish would be. As much as Krillin hated Vegeta he would never
dream of humiliating him even in the slightest for fear of what type of
vengeance he would exact. 18 knew how Vegeta was, she knew what something
like this would do to him, but she went and did it anyway.
He knew the two hated each other, but he couldn’t see why 18 would
hate Vegeta so much. When they had fought he hadn’t been able to
hurt her. And she had broken his arm among other things. Krillin
ignored Goku and Vegeta as they left. He needed to understand.
He couldn’t wait a year for answers. Everything seemed backwards.
It seemed that Vegeta had all the reasons to do what 18 did.
The more he thought about it he realized how little he knew Juuhachigou.
He thought she had changed. He thought she had given up her little
games. She had liked to toy with people’s emotions and use their
anger or weakness against them. But he thought their love had changed
her as it did him. And they even had a child together! Poor
Marron who was with Master Roshi would come home to find nothing but her
father. Her mother and home would be gone.
“But only for a year. I’ll bring her back. And I’ll end
this idiocy once and for all.” He vowed.
TBC..