HALLOWEEN 3:

Gohan flew like a madman towards Dende’s Lookout. He did not understand what was going on, but he was sure as hell going to find out. How could the two strongest fighters in the world just vanish into thin air?! This was even turning out to be worse than any of the Z fighters’ previous battles. Dende had to know the answer or even Piccolo, if not, he was pretty much screwed.

Landing quickly on the tiled floors, he ran towards the inner chambers, giving a quick wave to the short, stout black man by the name of Mr. Popo.

“Whoa, Gohan! What’s the hurry?” The young Namekian asked, stopping the boy in mid-step.

“Thank goodness you are out, Dende! It’s my father and…and Vegeta!! They vanished!” Gohan blurted out frantically.

“Vanished?” Dende asked, looking quizzically at his taller companion, who had silently slipped out of the shadows. Turning back to Gohan, he asked, “What do you mean, vanished?”

Gohan waved his hands in quick jerks, trying to describe what had happened. The two Namekians stared at each other as he finished, with slight frowns on their faces.

“Well?!” Gohan asked, getting impatient.

“I think I know where they might be.” Piccolo said. “Follow me.” He turned around, and not waiting to see if they were following or not, he headed into the inner chambers of the large building.

~*~*~*~*~

Goku felt like he had been split in two. He shook his head in confusion and found that he was walking down a barely lit corridor with Vegeta ahead of him. ~ Kami! Vegeta!! ~ He screamed in his mind. So eager was he to have finally found the prince that he opened up his mouth and yelled out his name,

“Vegeta! Thank Kami, I found you! Gosh! We were so worried about you! You made us all sick with worry.” ~ Especially me… ~

He blinked as Vegeta ignored him completely. He was used to Vegeta ignoring him, but this was ridiculous. He had spent all night searching for the smaller Saiyan and now he was pretending as if he didn’t even exist.

“Vegeta!” He yelled in frustration. “We were all worried about you. Don’t you even care?!”

He confusion grew even further as Vegeta finally spun around, and stared at him with a look that clearly meant….~ Kuso! What is happening? ~ He felt his lips go dry and his heart thump even faster as the lithe man leaned up and brushed his lips lightly against his. Moaning softly, he found himself responding, watching, as his hands seemed to take a life of their own, as they wrapped themselves around the smaller man. Vegeta increased the pressure of his lips and Goku nearly collapsed as their tongues met. He whimpered in protest as his prince released their lips and pulled away slightly, but not before the most incredible sensation shot down his spine. Gasping, he realized that Vegeta had stroked his tail…tail?!! Spinning around, he got a glimpse of the furry appendage and nearly passed out as he noticed Vegeta’s as well.

“What is going on, Vegeta?” He asked, beginning to get really worried at how much he was being ignored. ~ And how the hell did I get to wear this outfit? This wasn’t my Halloween costume.~ He jerked out of his reverie as Vegeta pushed open large doors that led into a bedroom with only….well a bed…. A VERY LARGE bed. Feeling his face heat up with embarrassment, he tried to motion to the smaller man, but he found himself unable to move as Vegeta began taking off his uniform, mumbling softly under his breath and looking at him with clear lust and want.

“Kami, Kakkarrot” Vegeta mumbled, tossing away the clothing. “You don’t know how long I have wanted to do this.” Baring his chest to the warm air, Goku felt his nipples harden at the touch of the lean fingers and he arched his back, groaning as Vegeta lowered moist and warm lips to them.

~ There is just no way. ~ Goku’s mind screamed as Vegeta continued his torture. ~ Vegeta is sick. He must be. There is no way he is touching me like this….Oh, Kami! Don’t stop! ~ He thought as Vegeta had now begun stroking his tail again, making his already strained arousal leap up with growing anticipation. Snapping his head up, he watched as his hands began pushing Vegeta away from him. He saw the surprised look on the smaller man’s face and then the predatory grin that replaced it.

Goku gasped in shock and surprise as his hands began ripping away at Vegeta’s costume, idly noticing that he too had been dressed in some other fancy outfit. He seized the sensual lips before him and dipped his roving tongue within the moist depths, groaning as they moved feverishly against one another. Ripping the remaining parts of Vegeta’s outfit, he pulled the compact frame to his muscled one and gripped the saiyan’s tail, running his hands up and down the hairs and causing Vegeta to sag limply against him in delirium. ~ What the hell am I doing?! ~ Goku screamed frantically. This wasn’t him. He wanted Vegeta, yes; he had always hoped that the petulant prince would finally accept him. But, Kuso! Not like this. Although, it seemed like Vegeta actually liked this kind of treatment. He saw himself push the smaller man against the soft folds of the fur blankets and satin sheets and spin him around roughly, exposing his tight, taut cheeks to his silent delight.

“Uuuh….yes…Kakkarrot…take me, now!” Vegeta moaned softly into the sheets, thrusting himself into the air in bucking motions.

Goku groaned at the sight and tried to shake his head to clear his mind of the thoughts that clearly said ‘Go for it’. Trying to back away, he suddenly felt a mind-searing pain shoot through his head as that shrill voice yelled at him.

~ Do it, Kakkarrot!! Make him yours and then he will become mine!! Do it!! Or you will suffer the consequences!! ~

Goku howled in pain as he watched himself pull apart Vegeta’s buttocks and begin sliding his thickened member into the tight opening. ~ NO! Not like this!! Please!! ~

“AAAAH! YES!! KAKKAAARROTT!!” Vegeta screamed in pain and then swift delight, as Goku sank himself deep within the heat of his body. Writhing amongst the sheets, he bucked sharply against the pounding flesh, howling as Kakkarrot hit his prostate with each thrust. Feeling like he had been thrown into a world of unimaginable pleasure, Vegeta swished his tail around and latched it firmly against the other man’s neck, before letting it roam down towards the squeezing muscles of Kakkarot’s cheeks. With a swift move, he plunged his own appendage into the tight heat and smiled as the other man jerked up in astonishment and then slammed into his own body with even more ferocity.

Goku watched in dismay and reluctant desire at the sight before him. This was the way he had hoped Vegeta would act for him…Goku….not this other person. Moaning weakly, he watched as Vegeta was spun around onto his side and his erection grasped within his hands, stroking away at the turgid flesh and watching the flushed and sweaty face of the lust-dazed prince. Goku stared at the dark eyes that seemed to flash with contempt at him all the time, look glazed and hooded, those lips that cursed him a million times over and wounded his heart at each punishing word, swollen and moist with desire. ~ At least, I can kiss him, in my own way ~ Goku thought, sadly, leaning down and brushing the parted lips with a gentleness that wasn’t lost on the Saiyan prince.

Vegeta closed his eyes and let the warm mouth kiss him softly. He felt tears sting the back of his eyes at the wonderful emotion behind it. He suddenly felt like two people were making love to him at the same time. Opening his eyes slowly, he stared into the onyx dark eyes of the Kakkarrot he had come to love, while on earth. The gentle warmth seemed to plead with him before it was quickly replaced with the self-assured eyes of the true Saiyan warrior. Before he could blurt out another word, the gentle kiss was replaced with another bruising kiss. This time, the kiss drew blood, his blood. It was as if the other man was trying to bite his lips off. Beginning to struggle lightly, he felt the other man burst into his Super Saiyan form; thereby making the engorged member still in his body swell to an even bigger size, causing Vegeta to now struggle even more violently against the grunting man above him. This wasn’t Kakkarrot. This was something, or someone, else. Finally managing to tear his lips away, he gasped out in anger,

“What the fuck do you think you are doing, Kakkarrot? Get off….AAAAAAAAAH!!!!” He screamed in agony as he was pounded into mercilessly, he felt the slight trickle of blood run down his legs as the other man continued his assault. ~ Kami, Kakkarrot! What are you doing to me?! ~

Goku was paralyzed in horror. How could this be happening? ~ Stop it!! Stop it!! ~ He screamed frantically. With all his might, he pulled himself out of Vegeta’s bruised body and staggered weakly away from the other man, who had now curled himself up in a fetal position and was silently sobbing into the sheets. ~ Oh, Kami…Vegeta. I am so sorry. ~

~ Good job, Kakkarrot! ~ The shrill voice came again. ~ You have served your purpose well. You may leave now; I have no use for you anymore. ~

~ What have you done to Vegeta?! ~

~ Oh, nothing, really. It is just that, he is now under my complete control and he will never be able to leave this world again!! ~

~ This…this…world? ~

~ Yes, my dear Kakkarot. In this world, Vegeta has everything he could possibly wish for. Unbeknownst to him, I control this world and so he is under my command. To do as I wish for all eternity!! ~

~ NO! Vegeta is coming back with me!! I won’t let you hurt him!! ~

~ A bit too late, isn’t it, Kakkarrot? For you see, Vegeta now thinks that you are the reason for his pain and he will never forgive you. So run along now to your pathetic little world and leave him here. I promise to take good care of him. ~

Goku winced as the shrill voice cackled away in glee and completely vanished from his mind as he sagged limply onto the floor. Raising his head slowly, he crawled towards the weeping man, feeling his own tears run down his cheeks. How in the world could he look at Vegeta in the face without feeling like a complete and total bastard? The old man was right, Vegeta would never forgive him. Reaching the curled up man, he tried to place his hands on the hunched shoulders. He felt his sorrow deepen as Vegeta shrunk away from his touch, glaring at him with accusing eyes.

“I am so sorry, Ouji-sama. I didn’t do it. I know you don’t believe me, but it’s the truth. Please, Vegeta, forgive me.” He whispered softly, as Vegeta turned away from him in silence. “I would never do anything to hurt you, Vegeta. You know that. I…I…lo..love you…” he finished quietly, turning his own head away and staring miserably at one of the many ornaments that decorated the lavish bedroom. He never noticed the flinch from the other man, at his last sentence.

~*~*~*~*~

Deep within the bowels of the castle, two men watched the exchange between the Saiyans with interest.

“Hmm…it seems my lord, that Vegeta might not yet be completely under our control. He still seems to have feelings for the other one.” Sevan said quietly.

“Yes…yes….I see what you mean.” Frowning in thought, the old sorcerer tried to think of some way to control the stubborn man. Finally grinning in glee, the old man turned to his assistant. “I think I might just have a way to get Vegeta to finally be under our influence. Come here, Sevan. I have something interesting to tell you.”

~*~*~*~*~

Gohan and Dende stared at the murky images for a minute before their eyes finally settled on what looked like a gaily-lit castle. Mr. Popo had brought them the magical mirror that was capable of showing the whereabouts of loved or missing people.

“Where the hell is that?” Gohan asked, looking totally and completely confused.

“That is the underworld. It is a world created by the evil sorcerer, Yazuha. In this world, he sucks in the very thoughts and innermost desires of his prey and creates from them their darkest fantasies. Then when you least expect it, he strikes and keeps his subjects under his total control. It is the way he….feeds…you could say.” Piccolo replied gruffly.

“Are you saying that this Yazuha person feeds off people’s fears and desires?” Gohan asked, already dreading the answer.

“Yes, he does, Gohan.” Piccolo said.

“So, that means….”

“Yes. Vegeta’s deepest desire has always been to go back to his life on Vegetasei. So, the castle we see is probably created specifically for him.”

“But why is my father there? Do you think he wants to finally defeat him or something?” The young man asked in worry.

“I don’t know, Gohan. There is only one way to find out.”

“Huh?!” Came the surprised looks from his audience.

“We can go through the portal to the other world. Hopefully, we won’t be too late.”

“But the portal has not been used in a very long time, Piccolo.” Mr. Popo said in a worried voice. “It is highly dangerous. What if you do not make it back?”

“There is no ‘me’ in this. Only Gohan is going in there.”

“Why me alone?! What can I do?” He asked, a small thread of fear creeping into his voice.

“You are going to take this.” Piccolo said, shoving a small flat object that looked like a compass with weird looking words on it. “This is the only thing that can contain the sorcerer’s power. You are to point this directly at Yazuha once you see him. Then and only then, can we summon you all back to this world.”

“Does it kill him?” Dende asked, looking at the object in the other man’s palm.

“No, it doesn’t. It only sends him back to the deep recesses of his underworld, where he will be unable to harm anyone else.”

“Cool! So, all I have to do is point this at the man, and then dad, Vegeta and I would be transported back here, right?”

“Correct. You must hurry now, we don’t have too much time.” Piccolo said ushering the young man towards the portal that was to take him to his father.

Swallowing tightly, Gohan gave a small smile to his friends and taking a deep breath, he opened the door and walked into…nothing.

“AAAH!!” He screamed in horror, as he seemed to fall at a very rapid rate. Shutting his eyes, at the feeling of vertigo, his roller coaster journey finally came to a shuddering stop as he landed painfully on his backside. Wincing slightly at the uncomfortable landing, he rubbed his rump to ease the pain and then studied his surroundings. ~ Hmm…looks like I made it to the castle. ~ He grinned in triumph, as he took in the splendor of the huge building.

~ Don’t move a muscle, dad! I am taking you back home with me! ~ He thought to himself, moving briskly towards the bright lights and laughing people.