The Darkest Hearts

Chapter One

My gut burned as I gazed out moodily at the empty city. Every life quenched, every body still. But I couldn't help but think that it was one life too many that I'd ended... I shook myself furiously. No! He needed to die. Just like everyone else on this pathetic planet I call my own.

And then there's no one left? When you, Son Goku, Kakarrot- I flinched- are the only living being on this rock? Will you be so glad and proud then? You can't be all alone.

I shook myself again, but with less resolution. Despite everything, I still had a strong dislike of being alone. I hated it. Any weakness was something in my way. I refused to stop until every soft-hearted creature on this planet was obliterated. That made me stop and think. Of my one weakness, and tender hearts. My own heart sank as I thought about the one person who'd not only remained surprisingly close to my side even as my rival, but once had a piece of ice for a heart and lava in his soul.

My sweet Prince. My beautiful Vegeta.

"Shit!" I snarled aloud, pacing back and forth. Oh, if only I could have turned him back into that chilling marvel he was before.

Could I still?

I paused a second time. My black heart began to beat powerfully as an idea began to form in my twisted mind. I laughed loudly, my voice echoing out over the stillness. And for the eighth or ninth time that day, I rubbed at my right ear. I'd kept hearing that sound... that- that tune. Music. A quiet, sweet melody that both irked me and soothed me. Because it sounded like him...

My sweet Prince.

(Me: AIIIIIIIIII MY BABIES!!!!! What do you guys think? Huh? Huh?
Goku: *snorts* Calm down, Author-chan. You've only got one. The other is dead.
Me: *smacks Goku* Baka. I know that. You killed my baby Geta... *cries*)

I hummed absently as I halfheartedly juggled five of the Dragonballs. I made a disgusted sound and blew the tune out of my mouth. Why couldn't I get it out of my head? It was just music. But it must have meant something to me... or... I don't know! There were even words now matching the song. Words that were lovingly crooned by his voice.

Well, aren't I a lucky bastard? I thought with a smirk. As soon as I get my Prince back, it will go away. Of that, I was certain. Even beyond death, he was reaching back to me. Tormenting me into returning him to my side. I'd enjoyed killing him, yes. But it would be even better...

... to have him kill alongside me!

(Me: HMMMM.... Plot twist hehehehehehe.
Goku: I imagine they already guessed, Author-chan. Didn't you? I mean, c'mon. Of COURSE I'd bring Vegeta back. This is a Kakavege story, is it not? Yeesh. Certainly not a Frieza/Vegeta story. Oh God.....)

I cursed aloud, fervently and filthily. The last Dragonball, all that stood between me and my Prince, was nowhere to be found. Several times I had searched the planet, making quick stops to satisfy my bloodthirst from time to time, but I had come up empty handed. I was tired, my head throbbed mercilessly, and I was fucking starving.

But I didn't want to stop looking. The sooner I found the Dragonball, the sooner I could restore my Prince, the sooner I could rest, the sooner I could finish my task. It would be our task. To cleanse this Earth, make it clean. I yearned for the feeling of dead flesh in my hands, of blood pulsing through my fingers. But... I also wanted a lustful touch, someone's aching desire to be claimed by me, and to stir up the same fire in me.

I had found that only at Vegeta's touch, minutes before I left him in those black sewers.

Frankly, I hated the expression I'd left on his face. There was no great shock, no pain. Only yearning desperation as his last breath was used in utterance of my name. It was kind of sweet, really. How even as I snapped his neck, he harbored no ill will towards me. As if I'd done him a favor...

I fidgeted, hating myself. But I followed my instincts and returned to the darkness and filth of the sewers where I'd left his body. He lay there still, my sweet little Prince, cold and lifeless. It hadn't even been a day since I'd left him. I lifted him out of the shallow, grimy water, ignoring the wet against my skin. As I turned to carry him out, a faint orange glint caught my eye. I gasped, for there, not fifty feet away from where I stood, lay the two-star Dragonball.

I went over and picked it up, slipping it into the bag I carried over my shoulder. Soon now, my Prince, I thought excitedly. Soon you'll join me in my world once more, and our reign of terror and bloodshed will begin!

(Me: ........
Goku: Aren't you going to say anything?
Me: Not yet.)