Sex and Violence, part 2
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The following morning Vegeta awoke to the warm heat of another body pressed against his own. Blinking, he looked down to see ebony soft hair, poking out in every direction. He heard the other man purr against his chest, breathing lightly. Kakarot’s arms were wrapped around Vegeta’s slimmer waist. The Ouji smiled and inhaled the strong heady scent of the other man’s hair. Yawning, he nudged the other awake, careful not to startle him.
A snort was heard, and the younger man raised his head and looked at the prince with a bleary look, his eyes half open. He yawned, and laid his head back down on the muscled chest and began to run his hands up and down the prince’s sides. Adoration filled his heart as he slightly turned and kissed the smooth skin. He felt like he was in love all over again. Kakarot sighed as he placed his ear to Vegeta’s heart, and listened carefully to the steady heartbeat of the one he loved so much.
“Hey you.” Vegeta called out, roaming his hands up and down the Kakarot’s back, lightly massaging. “I need to get up and go to the store and get some food. We’re completely out of shit.” He rumbled, hugging his lover.
“But ‘Geta, it’s so nice here, why can’t you stay just for a little while?” The black haired saiyan complained. He didn’t want Vegeta to leave yet, and he knew why. It looked like it was going to be one of those days. Complete utter shit.
“No bitching Kakarot, now get up.” The prince commanded.
Kakarot complied, and got up to sit at the end of the bed, and pulled the covers up around his shoulders.
Vegeta rummaged around, pulling on some jeans and a black tank top, and grabbing what little cash they had stored away into their moneybox. Looking up, he saw how his leaving saddened the younger man. He rolled his eyes, and walked over to the other man, running his hands through the other’s hair, holding the sides of his face. He made him look into his eyes. Vegeta smirked.
“Hey, I won’t be gone too long, alright?” He kissed the other man slowly on the lips, nipping and sucking, reassuring him that he’d keep his word. Kakarot nodded, nuzzling his prince’s hands before they dropped to do other things.
After putting on his boots, Vegeta left, leaving Kakarot alone.
The lone man slipped on some pants and stumbled out into the kitchen. Grasping a glass from the old beaten up cupboards, he poured himself a glass of water from the kitchen sink, gulping it down as fast as he could. Setting the glass down, he placed his hands sink ledge, staring out into the window into nothing.
/Why do I feel so empty all of a sudden? What is this pain that I’m feeling? / He asked himself, over and over. His chest ached with a pain that he didn’t understand. It felt like a stab of a dagger, minus all the blood. /Blood…/ He closed his eyes slowly, breathing a little bit harder than before.
His stomach did a back flip, and he raced to the small bathroom, lifting the lid of the toilet, automatically vomiting what little there was in his stomach. He heaved and gasped for air as tears burned his eyes. His hands shook from the lack of food, fear, and hurt. He sobbed on the rim of the toilet seat, finally sliding off onto the ground, shaking and heaving.
Kakarot crawled to the bathroom cupboards, opening them up and searching for his prize, all the while sobbing. /Weak. You should be ashamed of yourself! You selfish bastard! Why don’t you just fucking die!/ His inner voice screamed at him. /No one fucking likes you, so just drop dead already!/
…. No one… not even one… why would they?
He reached for it, grabbed it.
So close.
He stared down at the object he held in his hand.
… just fucking die…
Kakarot cried even harder.
… you know they left because of you. Your father. Your brother. Your mother died because of you! Then you went out and disgraced yourself by becoming nothing but a fucking screaming whore. No one likes you!
His head swam as the tears came harder. It was all-true, everything was his fault.
… you don’t deserve the prince’s love. Besides, you know he doesn’t really love you. He’s just staying with you because you’re a pretty little whore that will scream for attention. You shouldn’t talk to people. You only make them hate you even more.
Why did these things know the truth so well? These creatures that haunt his mind, torture his soul. He stopped his tears, and sat in his dark little bathroom, by himself, alone. Ah, yet he did have paradise, his prize that he held in his hand. Let it deliver him, whether to damnation in hell, or peace in heaven. It didn’t matter, as long as he didn’t bother anyone anymore.
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Vegeta walked into the door of his shit hole of an apartment he shared with Kakarot, automatically checking the time. 1:00pm. Shit he got home a little bit later than he originally expected. He reached into the plastic bag and pulled out a single orange rose tinted with yellow around the edges, that he had gotten for Kakarot. He knew how much the man loved roses, and the color suited him all to well. He knew how much Kakarot didn’t want him to leave, so he got him a little gift to show him he was sorry.
“Kakarot?” He called out. No answer. That’s strange; he must be in the shower or something.
The prince went to the kitchen, dropped the small amount of groceries on the counter top, and headed for his room. He noted the bathroom was door was open just a crack, with the light off. Hn… maybe Kakarot’s outside in the back?
/I need to take a piss./ His body informed him.
Opening the door, he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight he saw. There was Kakarot, lying on the ground, naked, with huge gashes across his legs and arms. In the right hand was a large razor blade.
“Oh Jesus Christ, Kakarot!” Vegeta grabbed a washcloth out of the shower tub, and began running it under the water from the sink. He knelt down, gently grasping the weapon out of Kakarot’s hand. “Come on, let’s get you into bed, but here, put this on the one on your leg.” He handed the wet cloth to Kakarot, and noticed how the younger man’s hands were shaking as he tried to place it over the wound. Vegeta cursed under his breath, helping him place it on the most serious out of all four cuts. Two slashes on the arms, and two on the legs. Deep wounds, and Vegeta could tell that he just cut them a little while ago. /Damnit, you should have told him to come with you, idiot!/ He mentally slapped himself.
The prince gathered him up into his arms and carried him to the bed, positioning him to where he can easily get to the wounds, and would be able to lye there with him if he needed. And he did. Vegeta sat back on the headboard of the bed, and placed Kakarot’s body between his legs, and Kakarot’s head on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around the other man’s torso.
“What’s wrong Kakarot? Why did you do that?” He asked, tears swelling in the back of his heads. The aching pain his chest wouldn’t go away! “Tell me, Kakarot.” He nearly whispered.
“It’s… it’s all… m-my fault…” Kakarot sobbed into his prince. All he wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die.
“What’s your fault?” He asked calmly into the younger man’s ear, caressing his chest, just holding him.
“Everything!” Kakarot sobbed into the prince’s neck. How could he explain something when it hurt so much to even think about it, yet alone talk about it!?
“Kakarot, you know that’s not true.” The prince was quite confused as to why Kakarot’s sudden episode occurred. He didn’t like seeing the one he loved get hurt. He knew he had to help, but in all honesty he really didn’t know what to do. However, that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t help. He would try. “Kakarot…” he whispered into his ear, trying to calm the sobbing man.
The younger saiyan went slack in the arms of his prince, emotionally exhausted from his outburst. He felt numb, and heavy like a dead-weight. Everything was alright, he was here with his prince.
“It’s my fault… for their leaving…” Kakarot whispered, tears beginning to build again.
“Who, Kakarot?” Vegeta hugged him closer, hiding him from the world.
“My family.” He stated plainly.
Something in the prince clicked, and he understood now. Kakarot blamed himself for his family leaving him. The younger male’s father and brother left to go work for Freiza, while Kakarot declined. He knew about his mother as well. She died after he was born. But that was common amongst female saiyans, so he should understand that! Vegeta sighed.
“Kakarot, you know all to damn well that it isn’t your fault. Your brother and father WANTED to go work under the lizard. It was good pay, and they WANTED to do the job. And you know that your mother’s death wasn’t your fault. That happens naturally in the female species. I know you don’t want to believe me baby, but it’s true.” Vegeta spoke softly into the other’s ear, caressing him.
“I know, but it’s just not fair. How will they look at me now? For Christ’s sakes Vegeta I was a fucking prostitute for god only knows how long! And my father blames me for my mother’s death, because she died giving birth to me, but not to Raditz… It’s so frustrating! I don’t want to care, but I do…” The black-haired retaliated.
“I understand that Kakarot, but you need to understand that it isn’t your fault. And what they don’t know won’t hurt them. You needed the money, and that was really the only job you could get. They know how bad the economy is, they should understand.” The prince explained.
There was no reply this time. The prince breathed, lying against the bed, with his lover in his arms. He felt the fresh tears finally fall from the man in his arms, onto his chest. He purred at him, hushing Kakarot into a light slumber.
Vegeta’s tail curled around Kakarot’s waist, and pulled the covers around them both. He never did think Kakarot was one to be sad. It just didn’t seem like him. Angry and happy, yes, but not sad. He nuzzled the ebony locks before drifting off into darkness
The following morning Vegeta awoke to the warm heat of another body pressed against his own. Blinking, he looked down to see ebony soft hair, poking out in every direction. He heard the other man purr against his chest, breathing lightly. Kakarot’s arms were wrapped around Vegeta’s slimmer waist. The Ouji smiled and inhaled the strong heady scent of the other man’s hair. Yawning, he nudged the other awake, careful not to startle him.
A snort was heard, and the younger man raised his head and looked at the prince with a bleary look, his eyes half open. He yawned, and laid his head back down on the muscled chest and began to run his hands up and down the prince’s sides. Adoration filled his heart as he slightly turned and kissed the smooth skin. He felt like he was in love all over again. Kakarot sighed as he placed his ear to Vegeta’s heart, and listened carefully to the steady heartbeat of the one he loved so much.
“Hey you.” Vegeta called out, roaming his hands up and down the Kakarot’s back, lightly massaging. “I need to get up and go to the store and get some food. We’re completely out of shit.” He rumbled, hugging his lover.
“But ‘Geta, it’s so nice here, why can’t you stay just for a little while?” The black haired saiyan complained. He didn’t want Vegeta to leave yet, and he knew why. It looked like it was going to be one of those days. Complete utter shit.
“No bitching Kakarot, now get up.” The prince commanded.
Kakarot complied, and got up to sit at the end of the bed, and pulled the covers up around his shoulders.
Vegeta rummaged around, pulling on some jeans and a black tank top, and grabbing what little cash they had stored away into their moneybox. Looking up, he saw how his leaving saddened the younger man. He rolled his eyes, and walked over to the other man, running his hands through the other’s hair, holding the sides of his face. He made him look into his eyes. Vegeta smirked.
“Hey, I won’t be gone too long, alright?” He kissed the other man slowly on the lips, nipping and sucking, reassuring him that he’d keep his word. Kakarot nodded, nuzzling his prince’s hands before they dropped to do other things.
After putting on his boots, Vegeta left, leaving Kakarot alone.
The lone man slipped on some pants and stumbled out into the kitchen. Grasping a glass from the old beaten up cupboards, he poured himself a glass of water from the kitchen sink, gulping it down as fast as he could. Setting the glass down, he placed his hands sink ledge, staring out into the window into nothing.
/Why do I feel so empty all of a sudden? What is this pain that I’m feeling? / He asked himself, over and over. His chest ached with a pain that he didn’t understand. It felt like a stab of a dagger, minus all the blood. /Blood…/ He closed his eyes slowly, breathing a little bit harder than before.
His stomach did a back flip, and he raced to the small bathroom, lifting the lid of the toilet, automatically vomiting what little there was in his stomach. He heaved and gasped for air as tears burned his eyes. His hands shook from the lack of food, fear, and hurt. He sobbed on the rim of the toilet seat, finally sliding off onto the ground, shaking and heaving.
Kakarot crawled to the bathroom cupboards, opening them up and searching for his prize, all the while sobbing. /Weak. You should be ashamed of yourself! You selfish bastard! Why don’t you just fucking die!/ His inner voice screamed at him. /No one fucking likes you, so just drop dead already!/
…. No one… not even one… why would they?
He reached for it, grabbed it.
So close.
He stared down at the object he held in his hand.
… just fucking die…
Kakarot cried even harder.
… you know they left because of you. Your father. Your brother. Your mother died because of you! Then you went out and disgraced yourself by becoming nothing but a fucking screaming whore. No one likes you!
His head swam as the tears came harder. It was all-true, everything was his fault.
… you don’t deserve the prince’s love. Besides, you know he doesn’t really love you. He’s just staying with you because you’re a pretty little whore that will scream for attention. You shouldn’t talk to people. You only make them hate you even more.
Why did these things know the truth so well? These creatures that haunt his mind, torture his soul. He stopped his tears, and sat in his dark little bathroom, by himself, alone. Ah, yet he did have paradise, his prize that he held in his hand. Let it deliver him, whether to damnation in hell, or peace in heaven. It didn’t matter, as long as he didn’t bother anyone anymore.
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Vegeta walked into the door of his shit hole of an apartment he shared with Kakarot, automatically checking the time. 1:00pm. Shit he got home a little bit later than he originally expected. He reached into the plastic bag and pulled out a single orange rose tinted with yellow around the edges, that he had gotten for Kakarot. He knew how much the man loved roses, and the color suited him all to well. He knew how much Kakarot didn’t want him to leave, so he got him a little gift to show him he was sorry.
“Kakarot?” He called out. No answer. That’s strange; he must be in the shower or something.
The prince went to the kitchen, dropped the small amount of groceries on the counter top, and headed for his room. He noted the bathroom was door was open just a crack, with the light off. Hn… maybe Kakarot’s outside in the back?
/I need to take a piss./ His body informed him.
Opening the door, he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight he saw. There was Kakarot, lying on the ground, naked, with huge gashes across his legs and arms. In the right hand was a large razor blade.
“Oh Jesus Christ, Kakarot!” Vegeta grabbed a washcloth out of the shower tub, and began running it under the water from the sink. He knelt down, gently grasping the weapon out of Kakarot’s hand. “Come on, let’s get you into bed, but here, put this on the one on your leg.” He handed the wet cloth to Kakarot, and noticed how the younger man’s hands were shaking as he tried to place it over the wound. Vegeta cursed under his breath, helping him place it on the most serious out of all four cuts. Two slashes on the arms, and two on the legs. Deep wounds, and Vegeta could tell that he just cut them a little while ago. /Damnit, you should have told him to come with you, idiot!/ He mentally slapped himself.
The prince gathered him up into his arms and carried him to the bed, positioning him to where he can easily get to the wounds, and would be able to lye there with him if he needed. And he did. Vegeta sat back on the headboard of the bed, and placed Kakarot’s body between his legs, and Kakarot’s head on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around the other man’s torso.
“What’s wrong Kakarot? Why did you do that?” He asked, tears swelling in the back of his heads. The aching pain his chest wouldn’t go away! “Tell me, Kakarot.” He nearly whispered.
“It’s… it’s all… m-my fault…” Kakarot sobbed into his prince. All he wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die.
“What’s your fault?” He asked calmly into the younger man’s ear, caressing his chest, just holding him.
“Everything!” Kakarot sobbed into the prince’s neck. How could he explain something when it hurt so much to even think about it, yet alone talk about it!?
“Kakarot, you know that’s not true.” The prince was quite confused as to why Kakarot’s sudden episode occurred. He didn’t like seeing the one he loved get hurt. He knew he had to help, but in all honesty he really didn’t know what to do. However, that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t help. He would try. “Kakarot…” he whispered into his ear, trying to calm the sobbing man.
The younger saiyan went slack in the arms of his prince, emotionally exhausted from his outburst. He felt numb, and heavy like a dead-weight. Everything was alright, he was here with his prince.
“It’s my fault… for their leaving…” Kakarot whispered, tears beginning to build again.
“Who, Kakarot?” Vegeta hugged him closer, hiding him from the world.
“My family.” He stated plainly.
Something in the prince clicked, and he understood now. Kakarot blamed himself for his family leaving him. The younger male’s father and brother left to go work for Freiza, while Kakarot declined. He knew about his mother as well. She died after he was born. But that was common amongst female saiyans, so he should understand that! Vegeta sighed.
“Kakarot, you know all to damn well that it isn’t your fault. Your brother and father WANTED to go work under the lizard. It was good pay, and they WANTED to do the job. And you know that your mother’s death wasn’t your fault. That happens naturally in the female species. I know you don’t want to believe me baby, but it’s true.” Vegeta spoke softly into the other’s ear, caressing him.
“I know, but it’s just not fair. How will they look at me now? For Christ’s sakes Vegeta I was a fucking prostitute for god only knows how long! And my father blames me for my mother’s death, because she died giving birth to me, but not to Raditz… It’s so frustrating! I don’t want to care, but I do…” The black-haired retaliated.
“I understand that Kakarot, but you need to understand that it isn’t your fault. And what they don’t know won’t hurt them. You needed the money, and that was really the only job you could get. They know how bad the economy is, they should understand.” The prince explained.
There was no reply this time. The prince breathed, lying against the bed, with his lover in his arms. He felt the fresh tears finally fall from the man in his arms, onto his chest. He purred at him, hushing Kakarot into a light slumber.
Vegeta’s tail curled around Kakarot’s waist, and pulled the covers around them both. He never did think Kakarot was one to be sad. It just didn’t seem like him. Angry and happy, yes, but not sad. He nuzzled the ebony locks before drifting off into darkness