Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crowned Evil ❯ Gokou's To Blame ( Chapter 6 )

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Chapter 6: Gokou's To Blame

He stood in silence in the thickness of the woods. The sun was slowly lowering itself in the sky. There was a darkness created by the trees. Shadows bounced around his form, over his bare chest. He'd lost his jacket somewhere back in the woods, but he wasn't sure where it had been dropped… or if he even had a jacket at one point. Gohan knew he was cold, and he hadn't been an hour ago. That could be just because the sun was lowering, though. He just didn't know.

Sharpner stepped out from behind a large oak and leaned against it. His hair flowed around his shoulders, shining bright from a hole in the thickness of the trees. "You just don't understand, do you?" he questioned with a frown on his sharp features. They seemed so very out of proportion, nose to long, face to wide, eyes to small. His chest, too, was bare, but it was coated in black soot. Gohan paused sharply and swallowed, hands sparkling with pale white lock as he prepared to kill the man that stood before him.

As soon as the golden light began to circle his hand, Sharpner changed. His long blonde hair grew quickly, turning black. His nose shrunk, his eyes drew together, his lips grew smaller and darker, along with all of his skin. As the transformation completed, a long furry brown tail encircled his waist. Raditzu stood from the tree and stepped forward, hands on his hips, shaking out the long thick mane. "It's not about right and wrong or good and bad, Gohan," he stated sternly, slowly approaching. He circled the boy, but when Raditzu vanished behind Gohan, Nappa was the one who returned to stand before him. Nappa snarled at him, the long furry tail falling from his waist to hang along his knees. "You just don't know who I am, what I am, or just how powerful I am."

"Leave me alone!" he cried out, turning to flee. Capsule Corporations was somewhere nearby. He'd been heading there to meet Videl. He was going to be late. She would leave! Vejita was waiting on him. He rushed through the thickness of the forest, hearing the mocking laughter of the Saiyajin.

Gohan cried out when Frieza confronted him. The earliest version of the white and pink demon stood before him, red lips glowing. The long white tail the alien had swayed back and forth lightly. The white skin seemed to glow even in the shadows of the forest. Gohan slowly stepped back, wondering why there was a forest near Capsule Corporations. There wasn't one! Where was he? "I can kill you!" he screamed to Frieza. "I am a Super Saiyajin, just like my father!"

"You forgot the word 'was', Gohan. You killed you father, remember?" Frieza said with that hideous grin on his face. Gohan snarled and swung at Frieza, but as his fist slowly came towards the demon, Frieza vanished in a puff of whiteness. "Do you even know your purpose?" came a question from behind. Gohan spun to see Juunanago standing against a tree, foot resting against the trunks, his arms folded over his black shirt, red scarf circling his neck. He titled his head slightly to the side and smiled. "It's so obvious that you are completely clueless. Don't you realize what fate holds for you? Haven't you realized your purpose now? You are the reason Vejita-sei was destroyed. You are the reason that all the enemies you have ever faced were created. It's all connected, Gohan."

"What are you talking about?" Gohan cried, stepping forward. Juunanago suddenly began to alter, his complexion darkening, body shifting and growing, until the perfect version of Cell stood before him, grinning down. "Yes, Gohan. The explanation cannot be simpler. You are the reason the world slowly turns. You are the reason that life exists. You… Gohan. You have a purpose, and the world has a purpose."

Gohan screamed out, blonde locks appearing from the blackness of his hair. He screamed and threw a blast at Cell, but the being was no longer there. The blast struck the tree, causing it to crash and fall to the ground. There was a quiet chuckle behind him. Gohan spun… to confront himself.

Chibi Gohan, at age eleven, wearing the purple gi that had been a gift from Piccolo, stood before him. His long black hair hung loosely around his shoulders. Scars dressed his pale skin. His feet were coated in the strange orange shoes that he'd never really figured out how to work. "It's simple, Gohan," stated the ghost with a faint smile as he stared up at himself through his lashes, a wicked look dressing his innocence. "Surely a genius like you can figure it out. The world exists… for us to rule. We exist to rule the world."

In silence, Gohan watched himself smirk. A violent shiver ran down his spine. He shook his head, but no words came from his lips. He didn't trust himself to speak, but he wanted to. Gohan stumbled as he tripped over a fallen branch. He landed on the floor, hitting his head on a stone. Moaning, he quickly rolled to his knees… only to scream out as he saw his reflection.

Gohan, a mirror image of himself right down to the leather boots, knelt before him. "Power is all that matters. The most powerful controls all. You control all. I control all. Take control of it!" A ki blast shot from his doppelganger's hand, and blackness overwhelmed his sights.

"Big brother?" came a small chirp from the darkness. Gohan screamed and jerked up to see his little brother standing in the doorway beside Trunks. He skimmed the ground, seeing nothing but the buildings of Capsule Corporations and the city surrounding it. Breathing heavily as he pushed away the dream, Gohan looked to the worried Goten and glared. "What do you want?"

"Nothing, brother," Goten stated hurriedly, backing into the house. "It's just, someone named Videl is outside the gates, and we can't find Bulma-san or Vejita-san. She says that you…"

"Let her in," Gohan demanded, rising to his feet. Goten and Trunks turned and darted off to do as told. The sliding glass door clicked closed, leaving Gohan alone on the back porch of the large mansion. He rubbed his temples roughly, trying to push away the horrible visions of the dream he'd just experienced. "I'm losing it," he muttered in annoyance and moved to stand, but a deep and devious chuckle echoed out. Gohan turned and stood as he saw Vejita standing against the wall, watching him with a very pleased grin on his face. "I knew it would happen soon."

"What are you talking about?" Gohan demanded, stepping towards the Saiyajin no Ouji. Vejita titled his head slightly with that grin still shining. "When a Saiyajin knows they are the most powerful of all…" he trailed off before looking upwards and laughing. Gohan frowned and moved to question him, but Videl's voice called out from the doorway as the click of the glass echoed. He turned and smiled to her, ignoring the anger that was slowly filling him for Vejita's lack of answers.

Videl stepped outside. Gohan blinked as he saw her. She was dressed in a short black miniskirt that brushed against her hips, showing the black undergarments beneath. A white bra-like top hid her small breasts with thin straps that weren't even an inch wide. Knee-high boots clad her tiny feet. Black sweatbands were wrapped around her wrists and one around her forehead. Her long black hair was pulled back into two pigtailed braids and rested over her shoulders while shorter strands waved in front of her face as the breeze tugged at them. He grinned. She was trying to impress him, make him think that she wasn't only a martial artist but a possible future mate. His grin grew sinister as he thought about all the possible ways to irk her. "Videl, hi! This is my sensei, Vejita." He said, motioning towards the Saiyajin that stood against the wall. Vejita gave her a curt nod before meeting Gohan's gaze. Gohan returned the look, still angry with the man, before shaking his head. He'd deal with Vejita later. Instead, he focused on annoying the slut that stood before him. "Videl, you know, you really should cut your hair."

Videl's eyes tripped in size as she glared angrily at him. "What are you saying? You think I have bad hair?"

Gohan offered an embarrassed Son smile. "No! Videl! It's just…"

"What, Gohan?" Videl paused, easing out of her defensive position. "Do you like girls with shorter hair? I mean…" she squeaked, hand over her lips. Gohan's smile faded as he gave her a very pointed look that told her he could read her mind. She swallowed visible, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Gohan slowly stepped forward and brushed his fingers along her cheek. Videl swooned against his hand, her eyelids fluttering closed. She mouthed his name, but as soon as her lips began moving Gohan's hand jerked up and his fingers buried themselves in her hair, jerking her down to his side.

Videl roared out as she was twisted downward, forced to spin around. Her back arched, stomach rising upwards as her spine was bent painfully. Her hands gripped at Gohan's hand and tried to tug them out as she cried curses, but she only succeeded in causing a few hairs to be ripped out by their roots. Gohan leaned down, his head over hers, and smiled. "No, Videl. I think long hair is lovely. The problem is - you could be put in this very same position with an enemy." He shoved her down, releasing her now frizzy hair. Videl landed with a thud on the cement floor and moaned out, gripping her head. She gave a quiet sound, something between a sob and a snarl, and slowly rose to her feet, ripping the bands that held her braids and combing them out with her fingers. Gohan joined Vejita in watching the girl's attempts at reorganizing her locks of hair.

Tears were visible in Videl's eyes. Gohan pretended not to notice. His arms folded across his chest. "Bulma-san is at home, isn't she, sensei?" he directed his question to the Saiyajin standing behind him. He didn't need to look to know that Vejita nodded. "Perhaps, if she's not to busy, she could trim up those locks. What do you say, Videl?"

Videl looked towards the door, obviously considering leaving, but, like he knew she would, she quickly turned back to him. Videl wasn't the kind of girl to go down without a fight, no matter how pointless. The current enemy: Gohan. He smirked as she nodded in agreement before he screamed for Trunks and Goten. Seconds later the two little demi-Saiyajins came darting around the building, skidding to a halt before they reached Videl. "Hai, Gohan?" exclaimed Trunks as he looked to the teary-eyed Videl.

"Tell me where Bulma is," Gohan demanded, glaring at the purple boy before he paused. "Also: where is Mirai Trunks?"

Ignoring Videl's confused glare, Trunks stepped forward. "Mirai Trunks just came home. I think he's in the gravity room, but Gohan, I told you, Goten and I don't know where my mother is, otherwise we would have asked her if we could let Videl in."

Gohan glared. "Go find her then, and take Videl with you. Goten - go to the gravity room. Vejita and I will meet you there." He watched as his brother bowed and darted off to do as told, but the stubborn son of the Saiyajin n Ouji refused to submit so easily, just like his father. Gohan smiled as he watched chibi Trunks step forward and point accusingly at Gohan. "That's not fair, Gohan! I don't know where my mother is! She probably isn't even home! Now, if I…"

Trunks was cut off abruptly as Gohan jumped forward, shoving the boy against the wall of the building. He pressed his elbow against Trunks' windpipe. "I don't give a damn," he whispered quietly as he stared down at the lavender-haired child, their noses nearly brushing together. "Find her."

Stepping back, Gohan watched as Trunks slid down to the wall, falling to his knees. He turned to Videl, seeing the horrified expression as a result of his abuse to the young boy. "After your hair is cut, Trunks will show you where the gravity chamber is." He smirked. "I hope you down slow us down."

Videl frowned, hands curling into fists as her side. "Not only will I keep up, but I'll show you 'men' a thing or two."

Gohan chuckled. "Can't wait." With his smile, Trunks nervously stepped towards Videl and took her hand, leading her back into Capsule Corporations. Before the glass closed completely, Gohan had shoved Vejita against the wall, his breathing quick, as he looked into the dark eyes of the Saiyajin no Ouji. Vejita didn't show any surprise, but seemed more amused and intrigued, and perhaps, or maybe just because Gohan hoped, a little aroused. "I believe you were about to tell me something?" he questioned with a raise of his eyebrow as he permitted his hands to rest against the prince's hips, caressing the thin material that prevented his hands from reaching the royal man's pale skin. Vejita only continued to smirk at him. He lifted his head defensively, trying to look down upon the teenager that matched him in height, if not an inch or two taller. "Give me a reason to," he demanded, those black eyes glowing deviously at Gohan, daring him and challenging him all at the same moment. Gohan felt a growl growing in the back of his throat. His left hand reached up and wrapped it around Vejita's throat, shoving the prince's shoulders back against the wall. "I think sparring your life would be an appropriate reward."

Years ago, Vejita would have mocked that comment. A scoff or retort about Gohan's weakness would have flown past his thin yet luscious lips, but no longer. There wasn't a spark of fear in his eyes, but there was the nervous silence that accompanied the knowledge that Gohan was no longer bound by his humanity and could easily rip his throat out. Still, Vejita's power over Gohan had long ago left from being merely physical strength. He leaned forward slowly until his breath could be felt on Gohan's lips. He heard a quiet moan echo from deep within the boy's chest. "Why would you do that?" he questioned as his hand wrapped around Gohan's waist, pulling their hips together. Gohan grunted as Vejita spun them, Gohan now between the wall and him. His arm looped around Vejita's neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss, their tongues creating a new kind of war in their mouths.

Vejita tugged at the edge of Gohan's tight jeans, feeling the teenager's bulge nearly trembling beneath the material. After a few moments Vejita became frustrated at the blind tugs and pulled away from Gohan as the boy continued kisses, licks, and bites down Vejita's neck and shoulders, ripping the material of Vejita's gi with his teeth to reach bare skin. Vejita chuckled as he felt blood seep from the wounds that Gohan was creating. Successfully he undid the buttons and zipper of the stubborn clothing and leaned forward, grabbing Gohan's ear between his teeth. Gohan hissed in response as blood was freed from the injury, pooling in Vejita's mouth. Chuckling, Vejita freed the lobe and rested his cheek against Gohan's. "I'm going to fuck you like a rag doll, Gohan."

Gohan jerked back, glaring viciously at Vejita. He growled and grabbed the Saiyajin no Ouji by the hips, forcing him around so his chest was pressed against the wall. Gohan's elbow was shoved into Vejita's spine, making it impossible for him to move. Vejita chuckled again, his hands resting against the cold wall. Gohan leaned forward against his ear. "Fuck me, Vejita?" he question with his own sinister grin.

"I told you, Gohan. It had to happen eventually."

"You and I?" Gohan paused. "Are you telling me all these years of your training to become some evil villain was to get me in your bed?"

Vejita jerked back, causing Gohan to stumble. He stepped forward over the teenager, hands on his hips, and smirked. "You wish," he said with a snort, looking down at the boy. Gohan frowned up at him and climbed to his feet, buckling his jeans as he did so. Before he got the zipper up fully Vejita was against him again, one hand encircling his waist. He grabbed the back of Gohan's head with his other, bringing it forward to clash their lips in the fruitless battle that would have no victor. After a moment, breathless, Vejita pulled back, looking into Gohan's silted and lust-filled eyes. There was no denial that Gohan wanted him. "You just can't see it, can you?" he whispered.

Gohan paused again, looking to Vejita. Wasn't that what the transforming ghost-thing had said in his dream? That he couldn't understand… see… didn't know…. It was getting frustrating and no one would give him a straight answer! "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Vejita chuckled again, shaking his head as if Gohan was a young and naïve child. Gohan snarled and shoved Vejita against the wall, but like a maniac Vejita only continued laughing as his knowledge. Vejita's eyes lowered to meet Gohan's as he sighed, smile still in place. "Gohan, what do you want?"

Staring at Vejita, Gohan came to a horrible realization. It was something inside him that he hadn't realized existed, and yet when he was faced with the undeniable question that only had this one answer, it became so obvious. It was like asking a specialist a question that the person hadn't answered in years, but knew it without doubt. Gohan stepped back away from Vejita, his eyes blank as he tried to search for a doubt in his certainty, but found none. Slowly his eyes rose up to Vejita, only one word dressing his lips: control.

Vejita didn't need the thought to be voiced. "Vejita the First came into his power because he was the strongest Saiyajin in existence. He overwhelmed the Saiyajins, from their weakest to strongest challenger, without even breaking a sweat. He killed his brothers. He killed his sisters. Even his father's life was ended at Vejita's hands. No one challenged him. He became the Saiyajin no Ou because he was the most powerful. It is an instinct. The most powerful Saiyajin has the uncontrollable and irrefutable instincts to dominate, kill, and control anything in their path, violently and sexually." He rose from the wall as Gohan began to shake his head in denial, ready to flee like a child who was faced with the cruelty of the world - but this cruelty lay not within the evil of Chikyuu, but within the evil of Gohan's self. He could not flee from this. Vejita only continued to grin, his eyes glowing with his own excitement. Why he was pleased, Gohan didn't have a clue. Didn't Vejita realize what he was unleashing? Didn't he realize what this would mean if his lies were truth? "I've done it, Gohan," Vejita said with that grin. "I was wondering whether I had, and now I know. All your humanity has been stripped. You are just what you were meant to be, Gohan. A true Saiyajin - don't you dare deny it. Embrace the violence and rage…"

Gohan lunged, trapping Vejita beneath him on the ground. Vejita collapsed beneath Gohan's weight, unable to defend himself with such a sudden attack. Gohan straddled Vejita's waist, hands on either side of his head. "You want this, Vejita? You want to be fucked like a rag doll? You want me to unleash it all and destroy this planet and kill all the people I love?"

"Yes."

Glaring angrily, Gohan reached down and ripped away Vejita's shirt, leaving the white skin bare beneath the harsh rays of the sunlight. Somewhere in the maze of hallways inside Capsule Corporations, Bulma Briefs stood against the window, her arms wrapped around her shoulders and she sobbed uncontrollably. Her little Gohan was finally gone. So many years had passed as, inch by inch, he had slowly faded away. Now this beast inhabited his body. All of this happened because Gokou had saved the world.

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