(17/11/2002)

Hallow Moon

 

Chapter 5 

 

 

“Trunks!” Kakarrot thrust Goten into the startled boy’s arms. “I’m sorry, but I must go! Vegeta’s still in danger!”

 

‘Wha…” Trunks was left gasping as the tall black-haired fighter sprinted down the corridor in the direction of the barracks.

 

“I’ll explain later!” Kakarrot did not look back as he extended his ki senses. To his confusion, Vegeta and Tien were nowhere near the barracks… Instead they were on the other side of the castle. No… He frowned in concentration, wishing he had paid more attention to his ki-sensing lessons. They were outside the castle… What could they be doing? He changed direction; unaware of his surroundings as he ran blindly towards an open window at the end of the corridor, unaware that he was grinding his teeth in jealous anger; only one thought occupied his mind and it was to get to Vegeta.

 

Stopping in front of the open window, he hiked a leg up on the tall ledge and was about to fly out when he felt Vegeta’s ki drop.

 

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Vegeta awoke to find himself flat on his back, his hands tied above his head and shackled with a short chain to a tree. Immediately, the events that transpired before he was knocked out came rushing back to him and he twisted with a snarl, yanking hard on the manacles that bound his wrists.

 

“Don’t bother.” Vegeta turned his head at the calm tone, his furious expression betraying none of the icy fear that gripped him. Tien rose smoothly from the rock he was seated on and walked slowly towards the prince, his face half-hidden by the shadows. Vegeta could tell that they were in a clearing; tall trees surrounded them. He guessed that they should still be within the vicinity of the castle, probably within the thick forests that ringed the estate, but he could not pinpoint where they were exactly. Scattered silvery beams broke through the sparse foliage above them and lit the clearing dimly.

 

“You can’t break the cuffs and you can’t raise your ki against it.”

 

“What manner of metal is this?” Being the contrary sort that he is, Vegeta’s first reaction was to raise the ki in his hands.

 

“I’m not sure, just one of the things I picked up in my travels.” Tien shrugged casually and chuckled at the strangled yelp from the figure on the floor as the cuffs reflected the energy back at the cursing teen. “Just relax, my prince.”

 

“Kisama!” Vegeta spat as he stilled and glared up at his captor. “What do you plan to do with me?”

 

“Do you seriously mean that you do not know?” Tien raised a brow sardonically as he knelt down on one knee beside the smaller figure. “I mean to claim you as my mate.”

 

“Never!”

 

“You should be flattered.”

 

Vegeta shivered slightly as he felt a cool hand run lightly down his cheek and jaw line. Though his initial reaction was to snap at the hand, he forced himself to keep calm even as his mind raced with possible actions. “Why? I have a mate…”

 

“Forget Kakarrot.” Tien rasped abruptly, his tone hardening as he leaned forward with a frown. “You’re mine!” His hand jerked and slid roughly into the prince’s upswept spikes.

 

Vegeta winced in pain as his hair was pulled roughly and suddenly, the grip loosened. Fingers massaged his scalp in soothing apology, as the frown was replaced with a more pleading expression. “Forget Kakarrot. I will treat you better…”

 

‘Keep him talking, keep him distracted.’ Vegeta swallowed his anger and changed the topic, trying to ignore the tall vampyre’s touches. He was all too painfully aware of the fact that he was helpless and totally at the other’s mercy. Tien’s fingers were now in the midst of fiddling with the first button on his shirt, and Vegeta’s eyes widened in panic as the other leaned closer. “Was it you who attacked me? It couldn’t have been you; you saved me.”

 

Tien paused momentarily as a brief look of regret flashed across his countenance.

 

“So it was you! How did you…” Vegeta hissed in sudden understanding, feeling the sudden need to kick himself hard for his oversight. “Your split form technique!”

 

“I’m sorry about that; I did not mean to cause you pain but it had been necessary.”

 

“To falsely earn my trust and to set up your alibi!” Vegeta hissed as his tenuous control on his temper slipped. “Lying basta…”

 

“Shut up!” A stinging slap cut him off. Vegeta glared up at his captor but held his tongue. “You can make this pleasurable or painful for youself…” A strange glint in the tall vampyre’s eyes, and the way his lips were pulled back slightly in an irritated snarl warned the prince that Tien was losing himself, probably in the same madness, the same vampyre mating lust that consumed Chao-tzu as well. But Tien was far more dangerous.

 

Taking the prince’s silence as submission, Tien smirked and continued unbuttoning the shirt, slowly caressing the smooth skin below as the shirt fell open. His smirk deepened as Vegeta’s breath hitched slightly, stomach muscles tightening and nipples hardening. He knew the prince would accept him eventually…

 

Vegeta swallowed nervously as Tien’s intention became all too obvious, icy tendrils of dread curling around him as his sanguineous seducer leaned closer, cool lips pressing hard against his own. His mind spun with various options as he tensed up; his instinctive reaction was to fight back but his rational mind knew the futility of that action. Abruptly, he came to a decision; he needed to stall the vampyre as long as he could…

 

When the prince twisted his head away from the kiss, Tien’s first reaction was that of anger, but when Vegeta lowered his head, his eyes closing, the anger turned into a lascivious delight as he mistook the action for shyness.  “Don’t be coy, my pretty prince…” He purred as he planted soft kisses down the royal’s neck, noting the sudden fluttering of the strong pulse beneath his lips. The vampyre swallowed hard as the natural bloodlust of his species arose abruptly within him, clouding his mind and urging him on to simply sink his teeth into that warm, fragrant skin and drink in that hot, thick blood…

 

Vegeta could almost feel the sudden change in the vampyre’s demeanor; one minute the other had been trying to seduce him, kissing and nuzzling down his jaw line, but suddenly the cool lips had paused during their journey down his neck… ‘Oh shit…’ Vegeta groaned in dismay, tensing and shielding away from the expected pain. “Tien, st..stop…”

 

Suddenly, both heads snapped up, one in relief, the other in irritation as they felt a familiar large ki flare up like a beacon. Kakarrot’s yell could be heard booming over the treetops as his ki flew nearer. “Come out, you bastard! I know you are around here somewhere, I can feel your ki!”

 

“Dammit.” Tien swore as he hurriedly stood up. He was torn; should he go ahead and claim Vegeta quickly or should he deal with that pest first? But to make a proper claim, mating would have to take place first. He could feel the other teen’s ki speeding nearer, and abruptly he made up his mind. He needed to buy himself time. Frowning in concentration, his form split into two.

 

Vegeta’s heart sank as he watched the vampyre perform his fission technique. He could guess at Tien’s plan easily. As the original figure split, the ki’s blurred and divided as well. Vegeta could have kicked himself then; the signature ki of each form was similar, but not exact to the original, sort of like a blurred and reduced copy. Abruptly, Vegeta noticed something different this time as well; instead of dividing his ki evenly between the two figures as he did during the Tournament, Tien now placed most of his ki into one. Of course! Kakarrot was stronger; a double with half a ki wouldn’t last as long.

 

Vegeta’s eyes narrowed as an idea struck him. It was demeaning and it may just backfire, but it better than just lying there like a fragile damsel awaiting rescue.

 

As one of the figures flew off, the other turned to him with a smirk. “Now, where were we…?”

 

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Kakarrot could feel the faint throb of his mate’s ki, but it was strangely muted. Though faint, he was able to home in on the general direction; so familiar was he to his lover’s signature. He was so eager to get to Vegeta that he did not notice a figure flying up behind him until a blast caught him in his back.

 

Tumbling into the trees below, he managed to catch himself after crashing through a couple of trees. Turning his head back, he yelped in shock and barely managed to raise a ki shield against the barrage of blasts that followed right behind him.

 

Tien cursed as the smoke cleared to reveal a crouched figure that was still very much alive. The black haired teen raised furious eyes when he finally caught sight of his attacker.

 

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The figure that remained strode over and without wasting further time, he ripped off the rest of the prince’s clothes as well as his own.

 

“I’m really sorry that our first time would have to be hurried, but I’ll try to be gentle…” Tien purred as he flipped the smaller Saiyan over onto his stomach. “We’ll have the rest of our lives to fuck leisurely, and vampyres lead very long lives indeed.”

 

“Wait!” Vegeta cried out as he squirmed in panic, trying to avoid the hands that were groping his bare butt. “Stop!”

 

“What?”

 

“I..I have a request…” Vegeta twisted his head to look back at the other. He took a deep breath and rushed on, cheeks reddening. “I would to face you when you make love to me…please?”

 

“How could I turn down a request like that?” Tien smirked, looking extremely pleased as he turned Vegeta onto his back gently, his hands sensuously stroking the camber of slender hips.

 

Vegeta swallowed his mortification as he spread his legs, trying to look as inviting as he could without throwing up. He was obviously very successful as Tien eagerly settled between his thighs, an obvious erection prodding against his groin.

 

“Do you know how beautiful you look, my prince? How wonderful you feel? How wonderful you smell?” The tall vampyre purred happily as he crouched over the smaller Saiyan, his cheek nuzzling against the prince’s. “I’m delighted that you’ve accepted me… I promise I will treat you well…”

 

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Where’s Vegeta?” Kakarrot yelled in fury as he slammed another fist into the vampyre’s midsection. Tien was losing, and badly, but for some reason, the bald teen just kept coming back at him.

 

Tien coughed, and then chuckled darkly. He knew what his other half was doing; all he had to do was stall for another few more minutes. "Don't worry about Vegeta... He's being treated well. In fact, I would say that he's enjoying himself greatly now."

 

"What do you mean?" The two fighters moved back and forth in mid-air, exchanging a flurry of blows, but it was obvious that they weren't fighting at full strength. Kakarrot was holding back, thinking that if he killed Tien, he would not be able to find Vegeta. What if Tien had sequestered his mate in some unknown location?

 

A hard kick sent the green-clad figure flying to the ground below. Grunting in pain, Tien rose shakily to his feet, clearly favoring one arm that hung limply. "You really don't know, do you?" He smirked, purring confidently. "Fool. Haven't you realized? I'm with Vegeta as well."

 

"What?? How?" Kakarrot narrowed his eyes in disbelief. "Vegeta would never do that!" 

 

Tien gave a loud bark of laughter. "Right now, your ex-mate has his legs wrapped around my waist, and loving it." The vampyre's smirk deepened, relishing the look of betrayed shock on the black-haired teen's face.

 

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Vegeta wrapped his legs around Tien’s waist and maneuvered himself such that he had a firm and snug grip on the vampyre’s torso. With his hands literally bound, he had only one chance to get this right, for Tien still had his own hands free. He was fortunate; this half of the vampyre had, but a minuscule fraction of the original ki; barely more than a young chibi in fact. And though the strange metal cuffs prevented the use of ki in his hands, he realized that it was only restricted to his hands. Slowly, he started to gather his ki, pooling them in the lower half of his body.

 

“Uhh….Vegeta… I know you’re really anxious to get started, but…” Tien coughed slightly and wriggled in discomfort. “…your legs around me are a bit tight.”

 

Vegeta’s expression abruptly changed from a coy look to a cruel smirk. “I know.” And locking his ankles above the base of Tien’s tail, he bucked up and squeezed his thighs together. Hard.

 

The bald vampyre arched back with a shrill screech of pain as his ribcage abruptly shattered between the ouji’s powerful legs. Blood spurted from his mouth as broken shards of bone tore into vulnerable internal organs and his hands scrabbled limply against Vegeta’s throat in a last ditch, though futile effort. Then his hands flew back to clutch at his throat as crimson fluid continued bubbling forth. His chest heaved as shredded lungs tried desperately to suck in oxygen, but only strangled gurgles could be heard.

 

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Kakarrot stared at the other in shock, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. With perfect and useless hindsight, he recalled the split form technique the vampyre had employed during the Tournament. His guts clenched painfully as icy fingers of fear and dread dug deep within him.   

 

Suddenly, Tien blanched and fell to his knees, panting harshly as he clutched his torso. 'No! It can't be!' His mind reeled in fury and shock. Clenching his jaw tightly, he struggled to his feet again, cold sweat beading on his clammy skin as he drew in ragged breaths.

 

"Something went wrong with your plans?" Kakarrot sneered, hope in his tone.

 

"No, of course not." Tien bluffed, lips tugging up in a shaky smirk. "Just a momentary lapse when I sank my teeth into Vegeta's neck and claimed him as my mate."

 

Kakarrot snapped.

 

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Vegeta narrowed his eyes and gritting his teeth to steel himself, clamped his thighs yet closer together, grinding shattered bones and torn flesh. Tien gave one last violent shudder before he choked to death on his blood, crimson foam frothing from his mouth as eyes rolled back. When the vampyre slumped to one side, limp; only then did Vegeta finally release his death-hold and allowed the body to fall to the side.

 

Pushing the corpse away in disgust with his foot, Vegeta quickly turned to the other side, violent spasms wracking through his frame as the shock of what he did finally set in. He had never killed anyone before… He was the crown prince of a warrior race and had grown up in combat, true. He had been severely injured, he had injured others as grievously and he had seen fighters killed, but times are now peaceful and he had never killed before. However, just a few moments before, he was fully, coldly prepared to do what he must to avoid spending the remainder of his life bound to that vampyre.

 

The vampyre had literally died in front of his eyes, right between his legs. Thick blood was splattered over his chest, abdomen and legs in a gruesome reminder. ‘Oh god…I think I’m going to be sick…’ Dizzy and nauseous, he screwed his eyes shut tightly and fought down the urge to throw up.

 

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"No!!" Kakarrot screamed. "You lie! Noooo!!!" Head tossed back, his eyes wide and unfocused; the brawny teen howled his rage and anguish as he ascended. He had been too careless, too stupid, too late!

 

Turning blazing teal eyes upon the white-faced vampyre, he gave a low rumbling growl. Tien turned to run away but the enraged teen was upon him in a flash, catching him in a flying tackle. Kakarrot snarled as he yanked hard on the vampyre’s defenseless tail.

 

Tien screeched in pain and writhed madly, but the hand on his tail was relentless. “Stop…please!”

 

“Why should I?” Kakarrot growled as he dug his other hand into the other’s shoulder and pulling up painfully up.

 

Tien was drowning in a sea of pain; his other body had died brutally and he could feel the sensitive vertebrate in his tail shattering as the black-haired teen tightened his grip. Whimpering and gasping in agony, he blurted out. “Because if you kill me, you will kill Vegeta for he is now bonded to me!”

 

However, that simple statement had the opposite effect as it drove the super Saiyan over the edge. Already stricken with grief and fury, the added rush of raw power clouded his mind, and with a primal scream, he released his hold on the tail. Gripping broad shoulders hard, he ground a knee into the vulnerable lower back and pulled up with a howl. 

 

A loud crack and curdling scream reverberated through the night sky.

 

Numb and beyond caring, Kakarrot stood up and looked down at the broken body that lay at his feet. Coldly, he raised a glowing palm and put the vampyre out of his misery, before he turned and flew off.

 

‘Vegeta... I will find you and break this bond that was forced upon you. Then I will join you.’ He refused to believe that Vegeta had chosen to mate with Tien willingly.

 

Homing in on Vegeta’s muted ki in a clearing nearby, he slowed down and landed quietly on the bare ground. Immediately, his eyes focused on the slim figure that was curled up, noting with alarm the blood that was splattered on the ground.

 

“Vegeta!” Kakarrot rushed over, thinking that the dastard had hurt his mate. For no matter if Tien had forced a bond upon Vegeta, to him, the feisty prince would always be his mate. Gently, he turned the naked male onto his back, his eyes widening in horror at the amount of blood on the front of Vegeta’s torso. Desperately, he tried to locate the source of the injuries. “Vegeta…koi… are you all right?”

 

Eyes snapped open in relief. “Kakarrot?”

 

“So much blood…” Kakarrot’s face paled.

 

The prince cracked a small smile. “It is not mine.”

 

“What?” Kakarrot followed Vegeta’s glance to the side at a bloody body that lay crumpled to one side.

 

“I killed Tien.” Vegeta remarked tiredly, ratting his wrists. “Take these off.”

 

“How?” Kakarrot examined the cuffs. “What is this? What happened to you? Your ki feels very muted.”

 

“Some metal alloy that is apparently resistant to ki. I am unable to break free of the cuffs…” Vegeta huffed in irritation. “It was fortunate for me that he divided his ki unequally when he split, thinking that he would need most of his ki to deal with you.”

 

Kakarrot frowned as he looked down at the dried blood that was smeared on the bare thighs, remembering something that the vampyre had said. “Did he… Did he do anything to you?”

 

Vegeta flushed. “No… Nothing like that took place. While my hands were bound, my legs were not and I squeezed him to death… Hence the blood on my legs…”

 

Kakarrot blinked, and then threw his head back with a peal of relieved laughter. “That bastard! He told me that you had your legs wrapped around him and that he was fucking you…”

 

“What?!”

 

“And then he said that he had bitten you and claimed you as his mate…” Kakarrot’s amusement at Vegeta’s outrage faded as he looked at his lover seriously. “I..I just lost it then. Oh Vegeta…” Heedless of the gore, he leaned forward and enveloped the smaller prince in a tight embrace, nuzzling his face desperately against Vegeta’s. “I thought I lost you… I just wanted to die.”

 

“Kakarrot…” Vegeta whispered, his eyes stinging suspiciously.

 

After a while, the taller teen spoke up again, brokenly. “I killed him, you know. I was so mad with grief… Even though I know all about how bonded Saiyans may go mad after losing their mates, even though I had thought that you were bonded to him… I just couldn’t take it. I was ready to kill myself to join you too.”

 

“Kakarrot…”

 

A fierce kiss cut the prince off. “Aishiteru, Vegeta.” Kakarrot looked down at the ouji’s wide eyes, an intense expression on his face. “I can’t wait, koi… I want to claim you as my mate now…”

 

“I know what you mean,” a regretful frown. “But I refused to do it while still covered in that vampyre’s blood.” He rattled his chains again. “And get these off me!”

 

Kakarrot looked at the cuffs, and then raked his eyes down at the nude prince slowly, a naughty glint in his eyes. “No… I could remove the cuffs easily; the locking catch is rather simple, but I think I’ll leave them on a little while longer.”

 

“What?!”

 

Kakarrot ignored Vegeta’s spluttering as he snapped the chains that tied the smaller male’s wrists to the tree, leaving the cuffs on and stood up, casually throwing the lithe prince over his shoulder. “I know a lake nearby; we can wash off there…” He chuckled as he groped the tight ass beside his face appreciatively. “It’s very nice and romantic, and very secluded.”

 

“Kakarrot!!” 

 

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Goten opened his eyes slowly, and looked around him blearily. Where was he? The infirmary… He blinked in surprise; how did he get here? The last thing he remembered was Chao-tzu lunging at him…then pain…blackness. He gave a start and jerked off the blanket covering him in panic. Underneath, he was naked and his hair was slightly damp; he must have been in the regeneration tank not too long ago. He stroked the newly healed pinkish skin at the junction of his inner thigh gently, his mind swirling with confused thoughts and emotions.

 

Why did Chao-tzu attack him like that? And… why does he feel so different? He rubbed the faint scar absently, frowning. There was this dull throbbing ache deep within him… But it was not a physical pain. Moonlight streamed in through the infirmary windows, flooding the darkened room with silvery light. The area was quiet except for the low, steady hum of the medical machines in the background.

 

Suddenly, a familiar, masculine scent hit him and he widened his eyes, snapping his head to the side as he tried to locate the source of that alluring scent, his nostrils flaring.

 

Trunks.

 

The lavender-haired prince was seated in one of the chairs nearby, his arms crossed and his head drooping forward as he dozed fitfully. Goten took another deep breath as he stood up and padded over to his best friend… That scent…

 

Leaning in, he buried his nose in the young prince’s hair, running his fingers lightly through the spiky soft locks. Trunks awoke immediately, relief washing over his face as he looked up at the black-haired boy. “Goten! You’re awake!”

 

“Mmmhmm…” Goten purred as he continued stroking the other’s hair.

 

Trunks abruptly turned red as he sat there in delighted shock. “Goten?” 

 

“You don’t like this?”

 

“No!” To his embarrassment, Trunks found that he was starting to purr a little as well. Goten was …touching him in a manner that was far more suggestive than that of mere friends. “I like it very much!”

 

“Then you won’t mind if I did this too?” Goten grinned and slanted his head down for a kiss. Kami, Trunks looked so handsome, the pale moonlight highlighting the royal fine features. His blood was boiling and he felt suddenly, incredibly attracted to the purple-haired Saiyan in front of him; he wanted nothing more than sink his teeth into that smooth, unmarked neck and make the pretty little prince his.

 

Trunks stiffened in surprise, and then readily parted his lips, sliding his arms around Goten’s neck desperately. He did not know why Goten was suddenly so forward, but he wasn’t about to question his good fortune. He had been shattered by the events of the evening; first worrying over Goten as he floated in the regeneration tank, and then agonizing over how he should tell the black-haired teen of his feelings as he lay there recovering. It was Goten who pulled back first and he looked down with a smirk at the dazed and flushed visage of his soon-to-be mate.

 

“W..why did you stop?” Trunks stuttered, and then yelped as Goten scooped him up easily and carried him over to the infirmary bed. “Goten?”

 

“So I can do this.” The black-haired teen was burning up now and he couldn’t wait anymore. Purring loudly, he crawled up sinuously along the length of the young prince’s trembling body, first his chest, then his abdomen brushing against the obvious arousal tenting the front of the royal’s dark pants. “I know I’m moving rather fast, but mmm…” he nuzzled a soft cheek, murmuring. “…I just want…need to have you now… Tonight, I don’t know, I can’t explain it… It is like a craving. All I know is that I want you…”

 

Trunks blinked rapidly in delighted shock, wondering if it was all a dream. With the room dimly bathed only in moonlight, it certainly seemed that way. 

 

“Aishiteru, Trunks.” Goten raised his head to gaze down at wide azure eyes. “Will you be my mate?”

 

“H..Hai…” The rest of the prince’s reply was cut off as warm lips descended upon his once again hungrily; that one word was all Goten needed. Deftly, the darker teen unbuttoned the silky shirt, and Trunks eagerly lifted his shoulders and hips as he was quickly divested of his clothing.

 

Though both teens had never lain with another before, they had certainly heard quite a fair bit from their classmates who had. Despite the slightly clumsy fumbling of various appendages, the two young males were already extremely aroused and definitely more than ready.

 

Trunks moaned, writhing under the taller boy’s body, his hands alternately clutching at the thin cotton sheets below him and then stroking over the muscular frame above him. He had thought about this moment often, but he had usually been the seme in his daydreams… Goten was unusually aggressive tonight but he wasn’t complaining; he couldn’t even if he minded, and he most certainly did not mind. He was finding himself extremely turned on at being dominated and Goten could pound him until he couldn’t walk for the next week, if only he would keep up doing that… and that

 

Goten was hot… beyond hot. He felt like he was burning from within… He could not understand why he should feel this way; he was a normal, horny 14-year old Saiyan male and he had physical urges before, but this was far, far more intense than anything he had ever felt. The rubbing and movement of the slim body beneath his was driving him crazy and his hips bucked against the other unconsciously. Growling softly, he kissed and nibbled his way down the pale neck, his hands stroking and touching the young prince, still slender and slightly gawky, but very nicely built with lean muscles.

 

Both boys had undergone a growth spurt that year; Goten had noticed earlier and thought Trunks was starting to look good, though he didn’t think very much of it then. But now, god…the fair lavender-haired prince was suddenly the most desirable thing he had ever seen, scented, touched… The little whimpering moans the smaller teen was making…

 

Two fingers slicked with saliva teased and prepared the young prince’s virgin entrance, even as a wet tongue lapped the fluttering pulse just above his collarbone. Goten could hear the thudding rhythm of the other teen’s heartbeat, and he ran an anticipatory tongue over his lips, his vision clouding slightly with crimson. His eyes and attention focused on slight throbbing of the jugular; he failed to notice that his canines had lengthened considerably.

 

tbc…

 

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A/N: *grins* since this was to be a horror fic, I guess I could leave the ending as such… I mean... Vegeta's saved, and we all know what's happening to Goten...right??

 

But I won’t! *yelps and dodges flying objects*

 

*scurries off to finish the last chapter now*

 

 

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