The Darkest Hearts

Prologue

I could feel him coming. I, the once-proud Prince of Saiyans, buried myself ever deeper into a shattering despair. My body writhed in panic as I  frantically tried to think... of some way... He couldn't be reason with, couldn't be fought. He'd killed them all right before my eyes. Piccolo, Krillin, everyone! I just couldn't believe it even though it was right in front of me.

My dear, darling, beloved Kakarrot had lost his mind. His- His meaning. His purity.

It all came out of the blue. One day Piccolo and I both sensed this hideous ki, as well as Kakarrot's and a few others'. I was too worried, too blind, to see that the evil and my secret love's ki were one and the same. We flew as fast as we could to them...

... arriving just in time to see Kakarrot ripping Yamcha literally in two. Krillin lay already dead on the ground. There was such a fascination in Kakarrot's eyes, half innocent, half lost in madness. He was covered in gore. I remember yelling his name, then Piccolo backhanded me to keep me quiet. He knew before I did what was happening. But Kakarrot was already looking at us. Piccolo yelled at me to run. I was confused. I was terrified...

Like I was them, covered in slime and filth. I could almost hear his breathing. Before I could stop myself, I chanced a horrified peek at the doorway. At just that moment, he came into the room, and I was the first thing he saw. The most evil and malicious sneer I've ever seen in my life came onto his beautiful face.

Oh, my precious Kakarrot, what happened to you?

For a split second I was totally numb. No thought entered my mind. My eyes filled with tears of horror and I let out a cry of despair. I scrabbled away, blind and hsterical, but he was on me like a panther. He grabbed my hair, yanking me back into a deadly embrace. He bit my ear hard enough to draw blood. Terrified, I screamed. But not for mercy. Anything but mercy. That was beyond his ability to give.

I thrashed violently, some part of me that was still clinging to life using every ounce of power to try to survive. Kakarrot slowly licked my bleeding ear, almost seeming to savor the taste. I squirmed and let my tears fall. I heard him chuckle almost gentle and he murmured to himself. No... To me?

Before I had time to process anything more, his free hand reached down and touched me. I gasped, shocked briefly out of my fear. What was he doing? Wasn't he supposed to be trying to kill me? Oh, yes, something in me whispered strangely. He's going to fuck you, then kill you.

Kakarrot pinned me harshly to the wall. He grinned so awfully, pushing against me. I felt the cold slime and arched my back away from it, but he kept me there. His hands, so large and warm, not quite gentle, not quite rough, ran down my chest and stomach. He laughed quietly as he felt me up.

My Kakarrot, my perfect Warrior; I didn't want it to be like that. I wanted you and your beautiful body, but not like that.

He pulled my clothes away and held me still. With agonizing slowness, he pushed himself into me, laughing the whole time. His evil demeanor was marred only by the pleasured gasps and purrs. He wanted it to hurt and it did. But the agony... it was bliss. He was so deep inside me I couldn't move without seeing stars.

Kakarrot bucked his hips, forcing me to take the full brunt of his force. I cried out, but in pain or pleasure, I'll never know. Blindly I clawed at him, his face, his chest, anything I could reach. He sank his gorgeous white teeth into my neck and I cried again. He slammed upward again and I saw light. Over and over, harder each time.

I knew you were going to kill me when you were finished with me, but my darling, my only, I never loved you more than I did then.

I could feel myself being shoved toward the edge of my own sanity with every powerful thrust. His shining eyes were wide and I could tell that he was close too. My vision began to white out and I could hear myself- and him- scream out our pleasure as we climaxed as one.

I was too dazed by the rush to do anything but stare adoringly at him, my monster, my sadistic executioner. This is it, I thought blurrily. You've tasted the fruit and it was poison. Kakarrot's eyes focused once more and he slitted his eyes. Let out a wild, deep snarl. Reached out for me once more, but his hands, the same hands that caressed me only a little while ago, clamped savagely around my throat.

I gagged as my air was cut off. He released me with one hand and nearly blew my leg off. The grip became tighter and tighter, I couldn't breathe, I only just choked his name in one last loving cry when I felt just the tiniest pain. A playful punch from him in the past hurt more. His face. his beautiful, beautiful, flawless face was the last thing I ever saw, even though it was through a thick veil of tears.