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Beauty of the Beast Prologue - Rage and the Machine By chibi_vegeta The little shit. He flees from me. Hn, so funny really, these stupid machines, made to destroy without heart yet given fear to run with. A chuckle bubbles up from my throat as I launch into the air, following. Coward. How is a machine supposed to feel these things and not the so-called 'nobler' emotions? Is fear all it can feel? It looks like a male, sashays around like some little whore though, but who says whores must be female? He looks the part, slender and coy, acts it, flirtatious even when threatening. He puts on speed, trying to evade me with distance, it is useless of course. I am a super saiya-jin now, I feel the smile that curves my lips each time I think of it. I wonder again about the state of the jinzoningen's mind, does he have anything that passes for a heart? I chuckle as I consider that, thinking that these miserable chikkyu-jins often wonder that of me. But I do have a heart, blackened though it may be, I have something these jinzoningen cannot possibly possess. Passion. I feel the things I do, I savor them, regardless of the seeming brutality of them. There is a beauty in being the beast, a deep satisfaction. It is the heat of the battle, the thrill of the kill, the satiation of self. A purr nearly wells up in my throat at the thought, and my mind slips toward another sort of satiation that only comes in my dreams. They started shortly after I first arrived on this pathetic mudball, vague at first, I thought the state of my body was due to bloodlust. I would waken feeling a flush of heat on my skin, my heart pounding, always hard and frustrated. I was reliving our first battle, at least so I thought, his and mine, Kakarrot. He is an enigma to me. A simpleton, "mr. goody two-shoes" as the blue-haired onna is fond of saying. But he isn't. The saiya-jin in him is there, hiding behind that idiot's grin, he IS a predator at heart. I know this, I've seen it when we spar, flashing out at me from behind his eyes. Dark. His eyes are as black as my own, saiya-jin eyes. But where mine are cold chiseled chips of jet his are warm, filled with something I don't recall ever seeing in my own. What is he? Who is he? This baka, this third-class? But again, he is not. He is brilliant in battle, his movements pure lethal grace. He moves like the deadliest dancer, the expression on his face intent and so beautiful to me. And he IS beautiful. He has worked so hard on himself, his body is the work of a master artist, his soul unblemished by hate unlike mine. He is the last of our kind, all I have left, he is precious to me. Precious and desireable. There, I have finally admitted it, if only to myself. I want him, want to know the velvet of his skin, want to taste the essence of Kakarrot. I want to hear him cry out for me. He has changed me so much. This simple existence is hard on me, I am used to rigor and discomfort, suspicion and hate. But the comfort of a soft bed, regular meals, the comfort of his very existence, they are confusing. I often snap and sneer from pure habit, and they cringe from me these ningen, it makes me both delighted and lonely. I don't want them, they are weak and useless to the might of a saiya-jin, they are not suitable for the Ouji of Vegeta-sei. He is. He is means so much to me. Why didn't I see this coming? Why didn't I protect myself from it? I am trapped by this glow in my heart whenever I see him, I hope it does not show in my eyes. I don't want them to know, I don't want them to see, him to see. I don't want to face that final rejection. I don't want to hear him say words to push me away, he is all I have left and it would crush me. Kakarrot would not hurt me, I know this, not intentionally. That would not stop our fragile new friendship from crumbling, should he find my desire for him repulsive. But it burns. In my mind's eye I see him under my hands, crying out. Not in pain, oh no, but in the throes of perfect bliss. I want to see him that way; feel his heat around me, taste the salt on his skin. I want to wring breathless moans and mews of pleasure from his perfect lips. I am hard again, wanting, even as I chase this foolish cowardly android all I can think about is the texture of Kakarrot's skin, the heat of his breath in my ear. I am aching, he always does this to me, whether from a battering spar or a coy smile. My thoughts have left me raging, needing, and distracted. That cursed jinzoningen has nearly slipped away. ~Damn you Kakarrot~ I see him then, the stupid thing, going to ground as he darts among buildings, trying to lose himself in the maze of the city. Idiot. I may not be able to sense his ki but I am still faster than he'll ever dream of. I power up and follow quickly. I must get back to Kakarrot in case that other android, the female, is giving him trouble. The baka, he has backed himself into a corner, a blind alley in the depths of the city. Idiot. I smirk at him as I approach, watching him take up a defensive stance. I make no preamble to my attack, simply forming a ki blast and sending it his way as I dart down quicker than the eye can follow and anticipate his dodge. I had planned it that way after all, the blast just slow enough to lure him. I send an elbow crashing into the side of it's face, snapping its head around and sending it into a pile of long forgotten garbage. It launches itself right back at me and we begin. I toy with it, him, whatever. We exchange blows easily, I assess his skill. It is not inconsiderable but nowhere near my own. He is fast, I will give him that, but it is not enough, he is quickly beaten down to his knees. I stand over him now, looking down through these cold jet chips, the flare of my power crackling around me. He clutches at my boots, begging for mercy, a pleading in his eyes. As he looks up at me his expression changes, the fear is still there, the cowardice. But there is also something sly. He has seen it. The raging erection between my legs. It would be hard to miss in this suit after all. I have not noticed during the fight, some part of my mind still dallied with Kakarrot in the palace of my dreams, still sated itself in his being. This idiot android surely doesn't think it is himself who has left me in such a state. Does he? He reaches up and strokes me through the spandex, pink tongue darting out as he looks at me. "You should let me serve you my Prince." His tone is seductive, his voice low and submissive. His hand is hot and greedy, petting me, making me yearn for release. I smirk down at him as he continues. He is rubbing his cheek against me, his hands sliding along my thighs, teasing into the waist of my pants. He takes my lack of response as permission, tugging and peeling the spandex down around my hips, freeing my hard flesh. The sly look has never left his eyes, there is an emptiness behind it. He seeks to seduce me into sparing him. I would almost laugh but that it would give my insight away. I watch him as he rubs his cheek against me again, feeling my body twitch in response. I slide my hands into his hair. Black as midnight, the strands fine and silky, fragile. So unlike Kakarrot's. I dig my fingers into his scalp and he smiles up at me, parting his lips and bringing them to the tip of my shaft. It surfaces then, the rage. It has always been at my side, has saved my life more times than endagered me. Now it leaps up in defense of grave insult. How dare this creature aspire to the beauty that is Kakarrot? How dare he think he is worthy of my taste? There is only one deserving the purity of my blood. A taste I will only give to the wild saiya-jin who has taken my heart. I smile down into those cold blue eyes, they smile back as his tongue works at me. I feel nothing, have felt nothing. There is nothing there, no real fire, no passion. He is not Kakarrot. He is not what I want, what I need. There is a satisfying crunch as I bring my hands together and his skull explodes, the bits and pieces clattering to the ground. I am the Saiya-jin no Ouji, Vegeta Vegeta, I have passion. And desire. I will not be as these jinzoningen, I will not run. A smile curves my lips, the possibilities of this next battle are endless, the anticipation of the hunt sends a thrill through me. I am no coward. I will make Kakarrot mine. I will return to him now, return and stalk as saiya-jin blood deserves. A new competition awaits. We will see how long he can hold out against my passion...and his. Back to Guest Fiction Main Page / Chapter 1 |