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"It's pathetic to see you knelt down like this, begging for mercy."
Vegito Black glares at Caule's beaten form collapsed right in front of him. Her body takes in deep and sharp breaths, desperate to recover from the battle she tragically lost. She was vulnerable to the two unrepentant gods hovered over her, resulting in her life to be on a thin thread.
Vegito smirks while he skims her form, pondering on what to do with the fusion. Should she live or shall he put an end to her existence entirely? It was hard to decide, hard to figure out if it was worth it in the end. It wouldn't be any fun to kill her and it sure would be a pain letting her live.
"Finish her." Zamasu had already made the decision before him. The kai narrowed his eyes at the female saiyan with a mixture of pride and distaste in his gaze.
Vegito hums as he lands on the ground, feet away from Caule's head. He kneels down, grabbing a fist of her dark locks and lifting her head up from the dirt. "Too easy." His face was inches from hers, taking in the details of the unconscious saiyan. "There's no fun in slaughtering an opponent such as this one."
Zamasu glared at Vegito Black as if he was out of his mind. Why torture her when he had the opportunity to completely end her right then and there? Trunks was dead, Goku and Vegeta were nowhere to be found, and it now leaves Caule to be the remaining survivor.
Now that she was in a comotosed state, they had the opportunity to kill the last remaining hero. Zamasu barely had the chance to reply when his partner lifts the fusion into his arms, preparing to take her back to their shared cabin.
"You're simply not suggesting to keep that...." Zamasu trails off, the implication made clear.
Vegito ignores Zamasu's comment, reminding him that if it wasn't for him, they wouldn't have been able to get this far in their plan. Vegito's intentions for Caule are unknown, for now at least.
Her vision was blurry as she woke up, eyes searching the area in confusion. Caule blinks slowly as color floods back to her vision. She'd outta been dead like the others, the future timeline completely destroyed. The fusion bites her lip, questioning as to why she made that stupid fucking bet with Vegito.
Now, look where she was. She'd expect him to torture her until he was ready for her to die, but it has seemed that the destroyer had other plans. As Caule attempts to stand, her legs felt like nothing but jelly. How long had she been knocked out for?
What did Vegito and that green blob had in store for her? The thought made her sick, and it makes her heart race with anxiety. Caule was supposed to be the superior one, the strongest saiyan fusion in the future. But she wasn't. She failed her duty and tasks that she promised to fulfill.
Caule wasn't even sure where Goku and Vegeta are. Probably somewhere off dead or at least in serious fatal conditions. Bulma and Mai had died months ago, so the thought of them hadn't crossed her mind much.
The reminder of Trunks's death rushes through her like an flu shot. Caule had no one but herself, and that was truly the worst part.
Hearing the sound of chains clanking together, she came to understand that she had been cuffed from both her wrists, all the way down to her ankles. "You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me." She grumbles, eyeing the pink aura glowing from the metal chains. As her mind connects the dots, the door to the basement door opens, revealing a silhouette that was all too familiar.
Each step he took down the stairs added a dramatic effect, up until he reaches the bottom floor. There was an obvious glint of desire within his expression, however Vegito disguises it with his signature expression full of arrogance.
"Sleep well, sleeping beauty?" He questions with a heavy tone of sarcasm. Caule grits her teeth in disgust, her arms yanking the unbreakable chains cuffed on her.
"Get me out of these chains!" She demands, the furious side of Caulifla coming out in her tone of voice.
"No." Vegito doesn't waste any time to toss her the set of clothes, the attire awfully similar to his and Zamasu's, but much smaller in size. Her face scrunches in utter disgust, eying the design of it. Absolutely not. "Get dressed." He doesn't leave any room for arguments. With a quick turn, he trails up the stairs, the door closing with a click.
If looks could kill, Vegito would've been dead now. Both of them would. Caule shifts in discomfort at the change of clothes, hating the way it outlined the curves of her body. Compared to her old metamoran fit, it hides her shape perfectly. Vegito's gaze never leaves her body and it doesn't go unnoticed.
"Didn't think you'd survive this long, Caule.” Vegito mocks, tracing a finger along her jawline. He stops when he reaches her bottom lip, and his thumb graze the softness of it. "Truly, I'm impressed.
"Get to the point, jackass." Caule snaps. She could take him on if she wanted to again, though she opted against it. She was weakened and still needed to fully recover. Zamasu was somewhere listening to their conversation as they speak.
"Impatient are we?” Vegito taunts, finding this entire thing to be amusing. The ki chains cuffed to Caule's wrists and legs vanish into thin air, leaving a trail of puffy smoke. Oh how the tables have turned.
She was reminded of the fusion she once knew. Those eyes of his no longer held the cheerful, playful and arrogant tone that it originally had. Now, it was completely filled with darkness, unrepentant and corruption.
Vegito Black knew what she was thinking, knew that she was assuming this was some sick game. To be his truly? Was this some kind of sick joke to them? He couldn't actually be that stupid to believe she'd give in, even if it was her only choice. Caule would be better off dead if anything.
"What is it going to be?" Vegito calls out, his patience growing thin as he awaits her decision. He was confident she would say no regardless; Caule was quite stubborn just like Caulifla.
The last surviving mortal. Those words kept replaying in her mind and the sensation in her gut continued to worsen at that thought. "I would rather die than be your plaything." The fusion of Caulifla and Kale stated in disgust, her fingers stretching out the fabric of her gi that she eagerly wanted to rip from her body.
"To think that'd I'd join a traitor of all people after you murdered my friends." Her jaw clenched as the reminder of her friend's deaths resurface from memory. To suggest such idea had triggered something in Caule, and he would to be blamed for it.
When he spoke with Zamasu on it before, ending the life of the last remaining saiyan was too easy and dull. There was no hype in eliminating and resting in peace, and no benefits of being the only powerful beings on the planet.
Vegito lived in the moment, and right now what he wanted was to keep this game looped forever. Zamasu accomplished what he wanted from the beginning, now it was time for Vegito to do what his body craved.
There was a certain taste to Caule that kept Vegito's mind trained on her. "Hm, I see..." The lack of response triggers a scowl from Caule. Her hands clenched at her sides, and her eyes threatened to flick from black to a teal shade.
”That’s all you have to say?!” She exclaimed.
Vegito blinks, and he lets out a chuckle prior to leaving her alone.
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Caule stuck with her decision, stubborn and determined to get out of this predicament as possible. Vegito rests his chin on top of his gloved hands, intertwining them with each other.
He watched the saiyan eat as her tongue savors the flavorous food, swallowing it down her throat. The ki chains cuffed around her ankles marked a reminder where she truly belonged with now. Or in better words, who she belonged to.
She was being stubborn just like her fusee. It would only be a matter of time before she caves in. And he'll be sure of it.