Heh...I posted this one the TMML a few days back and figured...eh...the FFML might like it
too.

I've been finding these shortfics to be great rememdies for that really nasty bane of
writing known as writers block. ^^

This came about in a discussion I had with a fellow author about the hidden ecchiness of a
certain Tenchi Muyo character. Heh...enjoy, all C&C and whatever goes to
kthardin@geocities.com.
All cries for my blood and various other flames will be forwarded it to Vegita...you can
take it up with him. Heh. ^_^
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   Vegita was a lot of things.  Prince of the Saiyan, husband to Bulma, father to Bra and
Trunks, and quite argueably one of the most powerful beings in the universe.
   One thing he could never get over was the fact that he, the prince of the Saiyan...the
one that was bred for centuries to be the pinacle of Saiyan perfection, was only the
second strongest saiyan.  He hadn't reached the mythical state of transformation known as
the super Saiyan first (technically not even second), he hadn't reached level 2
first...hell,
until recently he couldn't even reach the level 4 transformation without help.
   Damn him!  Damn you Kaka...Goku!  He raged silently.  What is the point of even trying
to compete against you, if I don't have a prayer of beating you for once?!
   In contrast to his musings, the familiar half mocking grin began to form on his lips.
Becuase he hadn't quit his quest to be the strongest.  No, not by a LONG shot.
   He had heard of this place from his son, after Trunks had finished with his recent
visit to what was left of the Kaiyos.  A place that could subject him to forces that
would push him past every conceivable limit he had...no matter his present power
level.  In fact after this information was passed on to him by his wayward son, Trunks
himself had gone ahead of his father to see what this place could do forhim.
   Funny though...as he approached the building on foot he swore he could hear some
strange sharp and loud snapping sounds.  Actually it was...more like a *crack* of some
sort.
   He wondered what could possibly be making those sounds, before he heard something so
evil...so frightening, so increadibly horrifying, his already spiked hair, was standing on
end.
   "Oh HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO!"
   Dear Kami-sama! He exclaimed to himself, and reflexively transforming into his Super
Saiyan form in response to the petrifying fear that sound evoked in him.  What in the
entire universe could emit such a dreaded sound?
   Then admist the aweful...laughter, for that is the only description he could give to
what he was hearing, he kept hearing those strange cracking sounds mingled with crys
of...pain, like one would hear within the bowels of hell itself.  No worse...for he had
been to hell.
   And even hell didn't sound so terrible as that.
   Earily the sounds just suddenly stopped.
   Then the front door of the building creaked open, and what he saw would scar him to the
end
of his days.
   His son, Trunks at a Super Saiyan level of 4, a level Trunks had only fantasized about
reaching before, was being dragged roughly at the side of a well formed leather clad
female.  His limp and unresponsive body a testament to the shear power of the beating he
must have taken inside.
   Trunks' head tilted up, and eyes long since glazed, made the attempt to focus on
Vegita.   "Run." Trunks sputtered weakly.  "Save yourself father!  It's too horrible to
comprehend!"
   Vegita then turned his attention to the one who had put his son...a Super Saiyan level
4...into such a state.
   "Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho!"  The sound the female uttered chilled his
very soul.  And then his pierceing green eyes met those crimson ones, framed by that long
purple hair of the monster that has broken his son.  He was held fast by the shear evil
and unholy gleam of near orgasmic pleasure in those eyes...that pleasure she had obviously
received by putting his son in such a state.
   She smiled then...very seductively, and dropped Trunks beside her.  Slowly she brought
her whip up and carresed it sensually...never taking her eyes off of Vegita for a second.
   "So..." Aeka breathed hotly, "You're next?"
   Vegita was aware of  a new sound then.  It took him a moment to figure out what it was.
   It was the sound of his own terrified scream.  And despite it all he could still hear
that horrible sound she made.
   "Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho!" *KER-SNAP*

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Heh. ^_^

K'thardin
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