Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crowned Evil ❯ Razor's Edge ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4: Razor's Edge

As the door to the gravity chamber swung open Vejita was forced to pause. For that, not only was he annoyed but grateful. The wounds he had accumulated within the past forty-eight hours ached terribly with every movement of his body. Training was nothing less than being tortured by himself. Sweat dripped from his forehead and blood leaked from the reopened cuts, red liquid absorbed by the loose bandages that encircled his torso. Nevertheless, when he saw the lavender locks enter his sacred chamber rage overwhelmed the happiness for the short relief he had been permitted. "Trunks!" he roared threateningly. However, as soon as the Mirai version of his son paused the small black-haired remaining Son male became visible in Vejita's sight. He paused, falling silent, as the memory of Piccolo's confrontation was refreshed.

Vejita quickly pushed away the thoughts as he reminded himself what he had thought. Although he didn't doubt that Gohan's true Saiyajin instincts could be brought out, freed from the bonds of humanity that Gokou and Chichi had entangled him in, he didn't have faith in his ability to strip the boy of all humanity. That, he believed, was impossible. That, he knew, was what would keep Gohan from killing those he loved and those he knew. That was something Vejita prayed he was right about, because if he wasn't, then Piccolo's prophecy would become fact, and Gohan could not and would not be stopped or controlled.

Gohan stepped to Trunks' side, the door slamming shut behind him, leaving Vejita with a feeling of dread. For the first time in centuries, a prayer to Kami tainted his lops. Gohan seemed to sense this and a pleased smile dressed his lips. "Hello, Vejita," he purred, dark eyes shinning beneath his thick lashes. "I'd like you to know something - I've accepted it."

Vejita couldn't help but chuckle with a grin, all of his fears slowly fading. "Good," he responded with a nod, ignoring his son's look of confusion as the young boy observed the student and teacher. "Wonderful. Things will get so much easier now. Trunks, spar with Gohan for a few moments."

Trunks gave a shrugged and removed his jacket, tossing it across the gravity room. It landed with a thud within moments, but during that short time Gohan had already attacked. His first punch connected with a thud and another thud followed as Trunks struck the floor. Moaning, Trunks darted out of the way as a ki blast followed him, scorching the floor and causing his jacket to go up in flames. "Gohan!" he cried out, but was silenced as an array of fists followed. He finally caught up with the boy's face and glared at Gohan through their fast moving fists. Gohan only returned the look with a hellish grin as his eyes darted green and hair sparked upward, golden light surrounding. Once again, Trunks found himself being beaten to the ground. His own lavender locks jerked upwards as an identical golden light surrounded him. "Gohan! Are you insane?" he cried out. Blood was already coating his lips from biting his tongue with each punch. A nasty cut ran down the side of his face from narrowly dodging the ki blast that Gohan had sent chasing him.

Once again, his only response was a sharp power up. Gohan roared out as he drew out the impossible-to-match powers. His muscles seemed to bulge within his arms, yet they didn't truly resize any. Lightening began to surround his form. Beneath them, Trunks heard his father gasping out, and he, also, gave a sharp cry as a single punch was delivered from the ascended Saiyajin. Trunks soared downwards, connecting with the ground. His head struck the metallic floors and his vision faded out.

Gohan landed a few feet away from Trunks, his fingertips stretching as the bones in his fists cracked. He titled his head to the side as he popped his neck. Extending his right hand outwards, a dark golden ki blast slowly began to take form, doubling in size with each second. Lightening surrounded the powerful orb.

"GOHAN!" roared a voice from behind. The young demi-Saiyajin spun around to see Vejita watching him with large angered and frightened eyes. "That's enough, Gohan," he whispered, cautiously stepping towards the senshi. Gohan gave him a long blank stare before his eyes slowly blinked, returning to black as his hair fell back down around his shoulder. "Whatever you say, sensei."

~*~

"Bulma?" Gohan questioned with a smile as he passed through the door of the laboratory. He saw Bulma standing over that same machine she'd been working on when he'd first entered. His smile grew. He'd only been away for a few minutes, and she'd already finished? Chuckling, he stepped in front of her, but his smile faded as soon as he realized that Bulma looked guilty. His brow narrowed as he turned, searching the room with his eyes. "Where's my gi?" he demanded with a snarl, spinning back to her as he didn't spot the object anywhere nearby.

"Now, Gohan…" Bulma said soothingly, reaching out to take his shoulders. Gohan began trembling. He swiped her hands away with a deadly growl and he spun, shoving the nearly repaired machine to the floor. It crumbled down in shrieks of metal scraping metal and clanging. "WHERE IS MY FUCKING GI?" he roared with all his might, his voice causing Bulma to stumble back, cringing. "Gohan!" she cried out, hand over her mouth.

Gohan roared out, hair turning gold for the second time that day. He stalked towards the fallen Bulma until his feet rested near her stomach. His hands were shaking with their rage, his green eyes tinted red with his rage. Lightening began to circle his fingertips. He stretched his hand out in front of Bulma, watching her eyes widen as tears began to fill her eyes. "What did you do with it?" Gohan demanded, trying desperately to breath. His lungs were aching, stomach too tight…

"I burned it! Gohan! Please, it's the past…" the logic that had once made since seemed to be the most stupid and insane thought she had ever had. She crawled backwards, only to find herself trapped between a counter and Gohan.

Tears began to fill Gohan's eyes. His free hand joined the other, pointed towards Bulma, as a dark crimson energy began to flow between them. His voice cracked as he tried to speak. "you… you burned it…" he said, voice sobbing through the words.

"Gohan! Please! What are you doing?" Bulma begged, tears of fear flowing down her flushed cheeks. Gohan found himself faltering beneath those horror-filled eyes. Could he really kill Bulma? This was a woman he'd known since he was born. This was the woman that had saved him from Chichi's wrath countless times. This was the woman who had been the only one with the balls to stand up to Vejita. Gohan lowered his head, and with it fell his hands. Golden locks fell back to back. Wordlessly, he turned and walked out of the room, hearing Bulma's sobs of relief as she broke down. No, he couldn't. Not yet.

~*~

Months Later:

With a hum in her voice, Chichi moved through the Son household, a little sobbing bundle in her arms. Gohan stood against the wall, one foot pressed against it while he balanced on the other, his arms folded over his chest. Dawn was soon approaching, and the miniature version of his father had decided an appropriate punishment for this night would be to torment his elder brother by preventing him from the peace of slumber. "Gohan, dear, feed chibi Goten a bottle, wound you?" Chichi stepped forward and handed the tiny black haired baby to his brother. Gohan accepted the child without a word, holding its held securely in his arms as he wrapped the loose blanket around the baby's shivering body. Chichi turned and walked out of the room to draw the infant a bath that would, hopefully, sooth his sobs.

Gohan moved over to the table and sat down in one of the chairs, resting his arm against the back to support the baby's added wait. Goten had been born just days ago, and he was a complete copy of Gokou in every single possible way, from the insanely wild locks of hair to the tiny black eyes. Everyone commented so, but only Gohan knew why. His father had sent his spirit into the body of this infant to torment him, to constantly remind him that he'd killed his father, made his brother a bastard, and ridded Chikyuu of the only true protector it had ever had. Could there be a better hell for him?

Chibi Goten looked up to his brother with a bright smile, his cries finally dying as he was warmed. Gohan forgot about the bottle. He knew his brother wasn't hungry, the baby had just drunk an entire dairy store worth of milk. Chichi didn't have the faintest clue how to tend to a child's needs. Gohan wondered how he had survived through his infancy. Goten reached out, swiping at his brother's hand in an attempt to grasp the object. Gohan smiled down at the kid. He was so innocent and sweet, not yet tainted by the evil of the world.

A firm feeling of protectiveness overwhelmed young Gohan as he stared down into the innocence of his newborn brother. Despite all the evil that was slowly being built in Gohan, there was something new suddenly appearing within him. Goten was all he had now, and that small epiphany caused a small spark of love within the young boy. It wasn't a love that would normally be considered, protectiveness and caring, but something more destructive. Admiration, perhaps? A realization of potential? It was more of a protective feeling, intermingled with all the others.

Gohan didn't know, nor even think about it. There was a feeling inside his heart for the small child that rested in his arms, and whatever that feeling was he didn't care. Goten was his chibi brother. He was going to make sure that his brother wasn't blinded to the cruel truth of the world as he was.

~*~

Five Years Later:

Rock music blared from stereos as cars pulled into the parking lot of the school. Teenagers darted around as they rushed to class. Gohan walked slowly, not really caring about school any longer. As far as he saw, if he didn't ever attend any of the classes he could still come for the finals and pass easily. He wasn't really sure why he still attended, but it wasn't as if he had anything more important to do. Even Vejita didn't train every hour in the day.

Behind him he heard the chirping of the two chibis Goten and Trunks. Like dogs they followed him to school nearly every day, then spent the rest of the afternoon tormenting Chikyuu until Gohan arrived to save it from them.

He turned, looking over his shoulder as the two children darted back and forth, watching the stylish cars that the teenagers had or pointing and whispering about something else, making plans for the later afternoon, and only Dende knew what else. Gohan sighed and paused as he reached the gate to his school. As soon as the two boys realized he was waiting for their attention they fell silent, jumping up in front of him. Gohan grinned, setting his backpack on the ground and kneeling in front of the two. They paused nervously, stepping warily back, but Gohan offered them a kind Son smile and they eased up.

"Come here," he snarled, reaching out and grabbing Goten and Trunks' shirts. They were jerked forward by his grip, stumbling into his arms. Gohan chuckled softly, embracing both the boys. They pulled back, trembling beneath his hands. "Big Brother…" Goten whispered quietly, eyes watching his brother warily for any signs of a sudden attack. Gohan frowned. It seemed no matter how hard Goten was trained he just couldn't keep a warrior's façade. It didn't matter. They'd work on that this afternoon. "What is it, Goten?" Gohan demanded, watching him with annoyance. Goten swallowed, inching towards Trunks, as if the lavender-haired demi-Saiyajin could protect him. "Will you be staying at Capsule Corporations again today? I mean, do you want me to be there?"

Gohan nodded and stood, grabbing his backpack from the ground. He tossed the worn strap over his shoulder and tugged on the sleeves of his leather jacket. "Yes, Goten," he responded and turned as the late bell rang.

He moved through the familiar hallways of Orange Star. Two years ago he'd requested to be put back in his appropriate grade level, mostly because he was tired of the teasing about being the youngest and nerdish of all the classes. Since his grades had been dropping as well, they permitted it, believing that he was having difficulty with the advanced material. Nothing was further than the truth, honestly. Gohan had just been refusing to do his work. His time with Vejita was more important that any Calculus homework, as far as both he and Vejita were concerned.

As Gohan reached the doors of his classroom, he paused. Thinking the devil's name summoned the evil being, the thought ran through his mind as he saw Vejita looking very out of place where he leaned against the wall with his eyes closed. "Sensei?" Gohan questioned with a grin, stepping forward until he stood before Vejita. A moment passed before the Saiyajin no Ouji opened his large onyx eyes. It was impossible to know just how much Gohan admired those dark eyes - completely soulless and indefinable. Vejita wore a simple pair of black pants above black boots with a white shirt over his chest, showing the rippling muscles beneath the thin material - elegant and yet simple and another thing that Gohan realized he admired. His outfit screamed out "bad ass", with the blue jeans and leather jacket, bare chest showing beneath and large boots that made sounds against the floor when connecting. His hair had grown out a great deal and Gohan had pulled the locks back with a broken chain link, twisting it until it held tightly. Vejita's eyes narrowed, obviously displeased with the look. Gohan gave a shrug of his shoulders and smirked. He loved the look. None one dared to piss him off, and he had given them more reason not to that just looks. He had an appointment after school with the guidance counsel to discuss his 'aggression issues', and to issue a formal apology to a student's parents.

He hadn't meant to shove the kid into the lockers so hard, nor slam the door on his arm. Really… he hadn't…

"You're late for class, boy," snarled Vejita, staring at the demi-Saiyajin with rage. Gohan stood his ground, not wincing beneath the man's glare as he had once done so many years ago. "I know," he merely replied with raised eyebrows. "Your point?"

The fist came too quickly for Gohan to react. He stumbled back, backpack lost, gripping his broken nose with a roar of pain. Vejita allowed his arm to drop back to his side, ignoring the blood that now coated his knuckles. Gohan glared angrily at him, wiping his nose with the back of his leather gloves. He sniffed and gave up at ridding himself of the blood, tasting it on his lips. "What was that for, Vejita?" he demanded.

"Never talk to your ouji in such a disrespectful manner, boy," he hissed, stepping forward. It never failed. Once again, Gohan found himself backing up until his back was pressed against a wall. Vejita had that effect on him, like a little boy with a crush on an older girl, desperate to please her in any way. Every once and awhile he would gather the nerve to stand up to Vejita, but always he was quick to fall back into his submissive place at Vejita's feet.

Leaning forward, Vejita pressed his hand against the wall next to Gohan's head. Gohan swallowed, pressing his back as far against the wall as possible. His head titled back to meet Vejita's eyes. He could smell the scents of spice and sweat that could only be identified as Vejita, powerful and yet beautiful. Vejita's free hand reached up and wrapped around Gohan's throat, thumb gently caressing the hollow part in the base of his neck. The young demi-Saiyajin found himself stiff and nervous, watching those eyes that revealed nothing. "What… what is this about?" he stuttered, realizing that at any moment Vejita could easily snap his neck. He didn't doubt that the ouji wouldn't.

"You," purred the royal Saiyajin, slowly pulling back. His hand dropped to his side, but he didn't step back, leaving Gohan in the tight space between his sensei and the wall. "I think," he continued, "that it's time for something new."

"New?" Despite all his efforts, Gohan had the scariest hentai images flashing through his mind. Still, despite all his denial, he couldn't convince himself that he wasn't somewhat excited about them. Slowly he was finding the blue jeans he wore too tight. His loins were aching terribly, and he found his heartbeat quickening. Vejita seemed to notice the changes and a dark glint filled his glowing black eyes. He leaned forward again, hands grasping Gohan's shoulders. His lips parted, teeth showing between his thin pale lips. "V-Vejita…" he swallowed, his chest expanding and shrinking with each heavy breath.

"Come along, Satan-san," came a cheerful voice of a female. Vejita snapped back, eyes darting as a figure and two followers came pacing through the hallways. The leader, a female with curly golden hair paused, drawing her glasses from her nose. "Son-san! You are late for class!"

Gohan launched forward with every intention of murdering the woman, but Vejita's hand jerked out before he got his feet off the ground. Gohan growled deep in his throat and glared at Vejita, but as he saw the mischievous look shining on the man's face, a look that greatly resembled a plotting chibi Trunks, he followed the older man's gaze and paused as he saw Satan-san and Videl standing together in the hallway, watching. Gohan's lips slowly pulled up into a grin. "You are absolutely right, Johnson-san," he addressed the teacher with his most charming Son smile. The teacher gave a heavy sigh, another victim of the innocence of the Son line. "Oh, Gohan," she shook her head before turning to Satan-san and his daughter. "This is Videl and her father, Satan-san! Videl will be attending Orange Star now, two grades ahead of her normal class! Isn't that wonderful! I'm sure you'll make Videl fill at home, right Gohan? She could use your help adjusting. She is just beginning to attend public school."

Gohan felt an arm encircle his shoulder. His eyes turned to see Vejita leaning against him, that smirk twice the size it had been moments before. "Yes, Gohan. You'll make sure Videl is at home here, won't you?"

Smiling, Gohan nodded. He didn't know what plots Vejita had, but he knew they'd be fun.

~*~



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