The Darkest Hearts

Chapter Two

I took a slow, deep breath in. Life pulsed through me once, but memories of my last moments made me slightly chilly. My eyes opened to see the Dragonballs rise into the air before shooting off in seven different directions. Movement to my right made me glance that way. Kakarrot stood nearby, then crouched down right beside me. Our gazes locked, and somehow I knew his thoughts: Vegeta, my Prince. Come with me.

I shivered as various memories from his mind flooded into mine. Delicious, bloody recollections of death and murder. I gasped and closed my eyes, almost trying to stifle the feeling, the delight, those images stirred up inside my heart. I wanted that. I felt disconnected to the memories, so I wanted some of my own. "Kakarrot," I breathed.

He smiled down at me. Something burned behind his dark eyes, a fire that I wanted to taste. And yet I already had. But I wanted it gain, everything. Not yet, Vegeta. He sounded amused. There will be more than enough time for that later. He offered his hand and I took it. No sooner than I was on my feet, there was a strange, painful crick in my neck; it disappeared right after I registered it. When I rubbed my neck, he murmured, "Everything alright?"

"I'm fine," I replied. Then added, "No thanks to you..."

He laughed. "Sorry," he said, not sounding very sorry at all. "I had to. You weren't exactly what I needed the way you were."

"You seemed to enjoy yourself well enough," I purred, slipping past him. I didn't really care that he'd killed me. He'd done me a favor. Put me back into this... delightful, mindset I'd had in my youth. But even that was little in comparison to this. In the past I'd killed for fun. Now I wanted to kill for the sake of blood.

Kakarrot led me back to the city. It was surprisingly quiet. I turned to him and let out a pouty snarl. "I hope for your sake that you didn't kill everyone, Kakarrot. You've had your share and more from this city, I'd imagine."

"The rest of Satan City is yours to do with as you please," he replied with a shrug.

I was already distracted. Little life sources to the east practically called me. My heart raced and a strange lust pumped through my veins. I rose into the air and flew that way, taking my sweet time. Kakarrot flew beside me, keeping me in the place of honor, his right. I smiled almost tenderly, feeling the tiny, tiny ki.

"May I speak my mind?" his voice broke through my thoughts.

You don't have to, I thought, tossing him a smirk. Just open your thoughts to me. I won't judge... much.

Down in the sewers, before I killed you... I saw no hate in your eyes. None at all. Don't you hate me, my Prince?

I laughed aloud. "Set down," I called, and myself landed on a nearby building. When he did, I walked towards him, keeping him pinned with my gaze. In moments, he had to look away. Not once in my life had I met someone who could hold my powerful gaze if I didn't want them to, not even Frieza. "Look at me," I hissed.

He did.

I grabbed his shirt, pulled his face down to mine, and kissed him. It held the passion of decades, and a hint of fire. "Even before," I said quietly, "I never hated you. I simply envied your power. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I want this place to belong to you and me, no one else."

He shivered and kissed me. I suddenly chuckled against his lips, which caused him to break away and cock his head at me. "What's so funny?" he asked.

"You're well named, Kakarrot," I replied, feeling his muscles through his clothes. "Kakarrot means 'dark power'. It was so ill-fitting before, but now..." I laughed wickedly.

"And what does Vegeta mean?" he murmured, nuzzling my neck. He pressed little kisses to my skin, and wherever he touched burned.

"What do you think, Kakarrot? Vegeta means 'the moon's desire'."

He rumbled, and pressed harder against me. I purred, leading him back. His hot breath huffed against my blazing skin. Soon he had me pinned to the wall, the both of us panting like dogs. This reminded me strongly of the sewers, but I had my own plans for today. "Kakarrot," I whispered teasingly, my voce hitting a sing-song note. He groaned loudly against my neck, sending pleasant shivers through me. When he'd relaxed the slightest bit, I roared, slamming him into the wall. He tried to break away, but I managed to hold him.

"How is this possible!?" he cried. "I- I'm stronger than you!"

I laughed. "You never, ever think, Kakarrot," I sang, pushing my body against his. I enjoyed his gasps. "You didn't realize the consequences of binding our souls, did you, my love?" I stroked his chest. "You and I are equals now. You shared your power with me. And I my intelligence with you. But hear me, Kakarrot: if you ever regret bringing me back from the dead, you can't kill me." I smiled pityingly. "You'd kill yourself in the same blow."

He shrugged. "I regret nothing. You, my Prince, will be the only thing that remains with me." Kakarrot rotated his hips slowly. I let my head fall back with a throaty moan. I never exposed my throat to anyone or anything, but I had nothing to worry about from him. He took advantage of my distraction and bit my windpipe. I hissed, leaning my head back even further. I needed the pain, just as he needed to inflict it. His biting became gentler, varying between slobbery chewing and rough nibbling. I laughed, delighted by the sensation. He shivered as my voicebox vibrated under his touch. "Talk to me," he growled, pushing his hot tongue against my throat.

So I went on, changing pitch, saying what I knew he wanted me to say. Vaguely unwilling at first, I melted into my words of dark praise as he held my waist, pushed at my clothes. He turned me back into the wall, but I allowed it. I hummed the tune that I'd burned into his mind. He shuddered. I couldn't recall my voice ever having sounded as sweet as it did then, but just hearing myself made me smile. The deeper I dropped my voice, the more he moaned and shoved against me. "V-Vegeta..."

(Me: Gettin' a little warm up in here, huh, boys?
*silence*
Me: Boys?)