Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Trills for my Priecious ❯ 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: PrismaKakkerra 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.09.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 222 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.09.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 222 | Status: Completed
Story Title: Dark Trills for My Precious
Author:Prisma Kakkerra
Rating: R for language, violence, sexual situations, etc. Darkfic. Yaoi
Spoilers:
Summary: Inside the cells of the prison lies the change of an entire race, the hands of gods. Saiyians hatred blinds them from the truth. Cats hatred blinds them from the lies. Will Goten, a young teen cat, and Trunks, a half breed saiyian, get bass the lies and persecution to save all of their people? Will the misfortunate creature in the cell break free or does he belong there..
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything. I don’t even own a car.
He ran in the darkness and rain, clutching his pocket on his badly torn pants. Ran away from the blaze of fiery ki's that darted for his head and his tail. Away from the names, curses, and incantations that would make his pointy feline ears bleed deeply if heard. There was one word for his kind in the saiyan world where everything is spoken to be of great morals and upheld by the God of their creation. Abominations. Never meant to live on the planet and breath the same glorious air they did. That’s what they believed. Believed in it so much that they put it in their religious books and taught it to their children. Created hate in the hearts of their innocent and pure offspring, of a race that they had never seen.
He growled at the guards, priest, and pouchers, sinking his claws deep into a bark of a coniferous tree, sprawling around to look at them all and flash his sharp teeth. Made a large preditorial sound in his throat as the rain drenched them all and the wind whipped their wet flesh. The small thin pupils in his eyes grew more minuet, his power flaring deep inside his prone cat body. "Leave me alone!!" was all he could manage to snarl out, feeling the great amount of hate mixed with fear in the multitude of killers. They all cowered. Every one. He could tell as he narrowed his never blinking eyes at them, who had come across his kind before. They bared scars from their crossing with his kind. Large ones. And not just visible ones. Deep emotional claw marks into their subconscious. The kind that made them twitch all of the sudden at the sheer agony of the memory. And of those he did not pity. They were foolish for bringing the haunting tales back into their minds by attempting to claim their pride. Pride was nothing when what you were nothing. The priest out of the group raised his shaky hand and called forth their all merciful god to smite him for being born and plaguing the world around them with his fowl being. They said being because cats didn’t have souls in their eyes. Just creatures who deserved nothing but damnation for breathing and having horrible abilities given by the all powerful Lucifer his self. Their 'God' produced a wonderful lightening bolt and struck the tree the catboy was on, and knocked him to the ground of the forest. Oh how cleaver. Only he didn’t fall on his face to the earth and beg them for being a eye sore on their planet. No. He wouldn’t. He'd never apologize for being created. His hair stood on end in black spikes, follicles tingling with the movement of the wind and rain. He would have shivered and he would have screamed because of the rain that felt like little droplets of fire on his cat ears. Would have screamed at the voices in his head, but didn’t. There was no point in that. He would die tonight. By the hands of saiyan or by the hand of there god. None of them moved. Not a inch. Waited on judgment. Waited for it to come and prayed it would be gruesome for the abomination. Waited there for so long they began to shiver from the thought of spilling blood. The cat licked his claws, one of them severed from his hand and still deep inside the broken tree. Licked away the blood that poured from that finger, and stared at them. Tilted his head and looked at them with curiosity that young of his kind tend to have, as if they were some new play thing he would purr and stick his claws in. They shuddered at the look, the poucher most of all, the slash that cover half of his face and claimed his eye began to break open and bleed. A whimpered sound escaped his dry lips as his held his face. The cat laughed. Saiyans are the most interesting of creatures. They arn’t like icejins, who are indifferent in the emotion called anger and merely kill for the pleasure of seeing their victims pain. Saiyans rouse easily and the slightest thing can send them into fury. So when the dirty, muscled saiyan with the most visible scar of his escape from a cat lashed at him with his knife, he wasn’t surprised. Had actually laughed to enforce it. The man lunged sloppily not even catching the same air the cats scent was on before he was knocked on his face. Deep claws dug into his flesh and he cried out in pain, screaming for his 'God' to save him. The rest of the killers ran away, showing their fear. And you would wonder why such a warrior race like Saiyans would run from a bunch of cats. Because they didn’t die easily and their bodies didn’t even burn when ki touched them. Because they were smarter, faster, and more powerful. Or that what the feline teachers taught the cat offspring. But there was something else. There was a reasons the monkeys hunted the cats only during the rain... something that they never talk about. Something he didn’t think he wanted to know...Saiyans. Leave one behind. Like his life meant nothing. Something which they were probably right about, but still it was a life. And he wasn’t a killer. Someone who they perceived as one, because he was born as something else. Because he looked different. The hate inside them blinded their eyes away from the fact that he was a child. The fact that he stood at their waist. They were blind to that He flipped the man around, staring at the dirt, tears, blood, and rain on his face. Felt sad for him. Not because he was here, on the ground feeling the pain he was feeling, or because the scar on his face seemed to bled to no end. It was because he had been fed this hate. Through years of society teachings. Never knew anything but evil. So the cat released his claws from him and stroked his cheek, looking at him with sympathy. The pouchers eyes went wide with disbelief and then smiled at him calmly. Just before he plunged his knife in his back.
The man laughed throaty, hacking the young cat with great pleasure, until there was nothing but a mangled body to stare at, trembling and turning red from its own life fluid. The killer continued to laugh, raising his hands up and turning around and around, looking up at the tree tops as if they were applauding him. He saw someone.. a small child with small pointy ears and a little tail, weeping silently as he watched the other slip from existence. He sent the other a telepathic message, kissing him with telekinetic lips saying ' Gohan!! Please don’t die!! I love you!! Oh god my brother..' The laughs stopped at the sight of the young one weeping, calling to his brother who was dead now. Looked down and saw two small oranges fall from his torn pants pocket as his claws finally released them in his last command from his mind. The pouchers eyes widened and he gritted his teeth. And he thought about what just happened. He killed a child because he stole two oranges no doubtfully to feed his little brother and because of a hate that shouldn’t have been placed on someone so young. Someone who showed him compassion and spared his life. A cat. Showed him compassion. The long drawn out cackling was replaced by a gut renching scream that the whole forest heard, and then the saiyan slumped to the floor of the dark forest, a deeper internal wound ripped through his mind, never to heal. *************We are all sinful creatures. Sinful and weak. "Yes you are my child. Sinful and weak. The weakest. You give me great shame." They sat in there house among the trees, so far up that it was unviewable to any unless the flew up into the high altitude, which meant you had to be strong, or climbed. And the monkeys were too stupid to do either to find them. The cat racked her nails through her now only child’s hair, purred for him motherly, even as her mouth spoke coolly of disgust. Goten ( the little catboy in the trees that night, who witness his brothers death) sobbed into the dark material of her clothing, digging his claws into her waist as if to stop her from leaving him. " I am weak. I am sinful and don’t deserve to be.." "Yes my child. But lord Bradock will spare your worthless life. He has given me a vision of your sorrow that shall never be lifted." Chichi said even cooler, her words like ice to the child’s neko ears. He sobbed more, and drank in that sorrow. Let is well inside of him. He was sinful. He was weak. He had let his brother die with a honor of a thief because he was hungry. Didn’t try to help him. Let his cowardice of the rain and saiyans keep him dormate as his brother was cut into pieces. He moved away from her, his black neko ears lowered from his sadness, and bowed to her. "Tell the highest that his magnanimity is too great..." She smiled at him and purred for him. " I will my child, you do not deserve such a thing. You have let your mate and brother die, so you shall spend 2 days praying to lord Bradock for forgiveness and then you may lament Gohans death. You are not allowed at his funeral."He nodded to her, and bowed again, before going into a corner of the room where their Lord's shrine was and prayed for forgiveness for his weakness and for his death.It is noble in your mind to suffer...to take blame for death when death took pleasure in its arrival...you are so nieve my little kitty... so pathetic..*************It is true when they say a spiecies can evolve into something more hideous. Something more deformed. Something less of its former self, that it doesn’t even go by the same name. Yes. This is possible. And there was proof of this. Locked deep in the cells of the Saiyan castle, shut away from any form of light, chained with many restraints and kept drugged to ensure peoples safety. Yes he was there. A proof of this evolution that royalty didn’t want the people to see. He listened to the water drip from the ceiling, and counted. Counted the footsteps till it would come. Come and take him like it always did. Fuck him and spit in his face. Call him a act against the saiyan gods and kick him. Beat him, punch him in the face. Make him bleed so much , there was a pool of blood that never dried under him. Then after the abuse. It would kiss him. Tell him what a lovely thing it had been today, how it would never be free and would always belong to it. Yes he waited. Wondered when the day would come when it would figure out he would never change. That he would always flow with this power and his hair would always be this color. No matter how many times it fucked him, no matter how many times it made him bleed. The same. Always. The product of evolution that he couldn’t break or kill. Then there was the other in the cell. The one that cackled and laughed. Giggled while he grunted as he got raped. Licked his lips when a spray of blood would get on his face. Get hard watching them and use his disgusting powers to mentally masturbate while he watched the free show with his strange eyes that glowed in the darkness. Oh how he if he ever hated something. Hated him. Because he enjoyed his captivity. Liked being tied up in this cell. Liked to watch him get beaten. Liked it so much he cummed on his self just thinking about it. Oh if he ever wanted to kill something, it would be him. Choke him until he had no breath left in him to snicker and giggle. Rip his sex right off his body until he screamed. But oh he might like that. He was demented. A crazed man. (step, step)"Mmmm....do you know how delicious you look like that? All dark with power? We could be free together my precious... I can set my precious bird free. I know he wishes to fly... then I would be the only one to fuck you in the dark. And oh, you would scream. And love it. Shall I set us free precious? We could rule everything you and I.. products of a new race... you’d like that baby..."(step, step)He only grunted in disgust and looked down at his pool of blood. The same question every night he said. Tempting him. He belonged to know one. Not the creature on the other wall, not the thing that came in to hurt him, not anyone. And one day they would see this... and it will be too late for forgiveness....(step, step)He laughed again, a long sexual purr coming from his throat. "Oh how tasty you must be...to your last bone, tasty...you would let me taste you wouldn’t you precious? Let me take you in my mouth and drink your cum? Hmm...oh so sweet...like your blood....oh how I’ve fallen in love with you in the dark my baby...oh how I long to make you scream..." (step, step)Then those strange eyes turned lighter and he thrust against his chains. Called the king all sorts of obscenities. All while the other raised its power to block out his moaning and groaning. His calling out that name. The one that they called him before he turned into the one that was a prisoner and got fucked endlessly. It moaned that name loudly and sadistically, its whole body surging with power as it came, shooting its sticky streams of cum all over. Then he was limp, and staring back at him with those same glowing eyes. " Did you like that show, my love? It isn’t as good as yours are, but it would be if you’d join me.""I don’t want to do anything with you."He smirked. " And why not sweet baby? We are the same. You and I. From the same curse, from the same bullshit devine retribution. Remember when I kissed you? Oh how you blushed like the bitch. So cute. Makes me vomit thinking how you were back then...but look at you now..dark and powerful..looking at you makes me so hard..."(stop) He ignored him. Watched the cell door open and the it come in and punch him hard in the face. Fisted his hair in its hands. Snarled at him. "You piece of shit. Why are you still alive?"
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Author:Prisma Kakkerra
Rating: R for language, violence, sexual situations, etc. Darkfic. Yaoi
Spoilers:
Summary: Inside the cells of the prison lies the change of an entire race, the hands of gods. Saiyians hatred blinds them from the truth. Cats hatred blinds them from the lies. Will Goten, a young teen cat, and Trunks, a half breed saiyian, get bass the lies and persecution to save all of their people? Will the misfortunate creature in the cell break free or does he belong there..
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything. I don’t even own a car.
He ran in the darkness and rain, clutching his pocket on his badly torn pants. Ran away from the blaze of fiery ki's that darted for his head and his tail. Away from the names, curses, and incantations that would make his pointy feline ears bleed deeply if heard. There was one word for his kind in the saiyan world where everything is spoken to be of great morals and upheld by the God of their creation. Abominations. Never meant to live on the planet and breath the same glorious air they did. That’s what they believed. Believed in it so much that they put it in their religious books and taught it to their children. Created hate in the hearts of their innocent and pure offspring, of a race that they had never seen.
He growled at the guards, priest, and pouchers, sinking his claws deep into a bark of a coniferous tree, sprawling around to look at them all and flash his sharp teeth. Made a large preditorial sound in his throat as the rain drenched them all and the wind whipped their wet flesh. The small thin pupils in his eyes grew more minuet, his power flaring deep inside his prone cat body. "Leave me alone!!" was all he could manage to snarl out, feeling the great amount of hate mixed with fear in the multitude of killers. They all cowered. Every one. He could tell as he narrowed his never blinking eyes at them, who had come across his kind before. They bared scars from their crossing with his kind. Large ones. And not just visible ones. Deep emotional claw marks into their subconscious. The kind that made them twitch all of the sudden at the sheer agony of the memory. And of those he did not pity. They were foolish for bringing the haunting tales back into their minds by attempting to claim their pride. Pride was nothing when what you were nothing. The priest out of the group raised his shaky hand and called forth their all merciful god to smite him for being born and plaguing the world around them with his fowl being. They said being because cats didn’t have souls in their eyes. Just creatures who deserved nothing but damnation for breathing and having horrible abilities given by the all powerful Lucifer his self. Their 'God' produced a wonderful lightening bolt and struck the tree the catboy was on, and knocked him to the ground of the forest. Oh how cleaver. Only he didn’t fall on his face to the earth and beg them for being a eye sore on their planet. No. He wouldn’t. He'd never apologize for being created. His hair stood on end in black spikes, follicles tingling with the movement of the wind and rain. He would have shivered and he would have screamed because of the rain that felt like little droplets of fire on his cat ears. Would have screamed at the voices in his head, but didn’t. There was no point in that. He would die tonight. By the hands of saiyan or by the hand of there god. None of them moved. Not a inch. Waited on judgment. Waited for it to come and prayed it would be gruesome for the abomination. Waited there for so long they began to shiver from the thought of spilling blood. The cat licked his claws, one of them severed from his hand and still deep inside the broken tree. Licked away the blood that poured from that finger, and stared at them. Tilted his head and looked at them with curiosity that young of his kind tend to have, as if they were some new play thing he would purr and stick his claws in. They shuddered at the look, the poucher most of all, the slash that cover half of his face and claimed his eye began to break open and bleed. A whimpered sound escaped his dry lips as his held his face. The cat laughed. Saiyans are the most interesting of creatures. They arn’t like icejins, who are indifferent in the emotion called anger and merely kill for the pleasure of seeing their victims pain. Saiyans rouse easily and the slightest thing can send them into fury. So when the dirty, muscled saiyan with the most visible scar of his escape from a cat lashed at him with his knife, he wasn’t surprised. Had actually laughed to enforce it. The man lunged sloppily not even catching the same air the cats scent was on before he was knocked on his face. Deep claws dug into his flesh and he cried out in pain, screaming for his 'God' to save him. The rest of the killers ran away, showing their fear. And you would wonder why such a warrior race like Saiyans would run from a bunch of cats. Because they didn’t die easily and their bodies didn’t even burn when ki touched them. Because they were smarter, faster, and more powerful. Or that what the feline teachers taught the cat offspring. But there was something else. There was a reasons the monkeys hunted the cats only during the rain... something that they never talk about. Something he didn’t think he wanted to know...Saiyans. Leave one behind. Like his life meant nothing. Something which they were probably right about, but still it was a life. And he wasn’t a killer. Someone who they perceived as one, because he was born as something else. Because he looked different. The hate inside them blinded their eyes away from the fact that he was a child. The fact that he stood at their waist. They were blind to that He flipped the man around, staring at the dirt, tears, blood, and rain on his face. Felt sad for him. Not because he was here, on the ground feeling the pain he was feeling, or because the scar on his face seemed to bled to no end. It was because he had been fed this hate. Through years of society teachings. Never knew anything but evil. So the cat released his claws from him and stroked his cheek, looking at him with sympathy. The pouchers eyes went wide with disbelief and then smiled at him calmly. Just before he plunged his knife in his back.
The man laughed throaty, hacking the young cat with great pleasure, until there was nothing but a mangled body to stare at, trembling and turning red from its own life fluid. The killer continued to laugh, raising his hands up and turning around and around, looking up at the tree tops as if they were applauding him. He saw someone.. a small child with small pointy ears and a little tail, weeping silently as he watched the other slip from existence. He sent the other a telepathic message, kissing him with telekinetic lips saying ' Gohan!! Please don’t die!! I love you!! Oh god my brother..' The laughs stopped at the sight of the young one weeping, calling to his brother who was dead now. Looked down and saw two small oranges fall from his torn pants pocket as his claws finally released them in his last command from his mind. The pouchers eyes widened and he gritted his teeth. And he thought about what just happened. He killed a child because he stole two oranges no doubtfully to feed his little brother and because of a hate that shouldn’t have been placed on someone so young. Someone who showed him compassion and spared his life. A cat. Showed him compassion. The long drawn out cackling was replaced by a gut renching scream that the whole forest heard, and then the saiyan slumped to the floor of the dark forest, a deeper internal wound ripped through his mind, never to heal. *************We are all sinful creatures. Sinful and weak. "Yes you are my child. Sinful and weak. The weakest. You give me great shame." They sat in there house among the trees, so far up that it was unviewable to any unless the flew up into the high altitude, which meant you had to be strong, or climbed. And the monkeys were too stupid to do either to find them. The cat racked her nails through her now only child’s hair, purred for him motherly, even as her mouth spoke coolly of disgust. Goten ( the little catboy in the trees that night, who witness his brothers death) sobbed into the dark material of her clothing, digging his claws into her waist as if to stop her from leaving him. " I am weak. I am sinful and don’t deserve to be.." "Yes my child. But lord Bradock will spare your worthless life. He has given me a vision of your sorrow that shall never be lifted." Chichi said even cooler, her words like ice to the child’s neko ears. He sobbed more, and drank in that sorrow. Let is well inside of him. He was sinful. He was weak. He had let his brother die with a honor of a thief because he was hungry. Didn’t try to help him. Let his cowardice of the rain and saiyans keep him dormate as his brother was cut into pieces. He moved away from her, his black neko ears lowered from his sadness, and bowed to her. "Tell the highest that his magnanimity is too great..." She smiled at him and purred for him. " I will my child, you do not deserve such a thing. You have let your mate and brother die, so you shall spend 2 days praying to lord Bradock for forgiveness and then you may lament Gohans death. You are not allowed at his funeral."He nodded to her, and bowed again, before going into a corner of the room where their Lord's shrine was and prayed for forgiveness for his weakness and for his death.It is noble in your mind to suffer...to take blame for death when death took pleasure in its arrival...you are so nieve my little kitty... so pathetic..*************It is true when they say a spiecies can evolve into something more hideous. Something more deformed. Something less of its former self, that it doesn’t even go by the same name. Yes. This is possible. And there was proof of this. Locked deep in the cells of the Saiyan castle, shut away from any form of light, chained with many restraints and kept drugged to ensure peoples safety. Yes he was there. A proof of this evolution that royalty didn’t want the people to see. He listened to the water drip from the ceiling, and counted. Counted the footsteps till it would come. Come and take him like it always did. Fuck him and spit in his face. Call him a act against the saiyan gods and kick him. Beat him, punch him in the face. Make him bleed so much , there was a pool of blood that never dried under him. Then after the abuse. It would kiss him. Tell him what a lovely thing it had been today, how it would never be free and would always belong to it. Yes he waited. Wondered when the day would come when it would figure out he would never change. That he would always flow with this power and his hair would always be this color. No matter how many times it fucked him, no matter how many times it made him bleed. The same. Always. The product of evolution that he couldn’t break or kill. Then there was the other in the cell. The one that cackled and laughed. Giggled while he grunted as he got raped. Licked his lips when a spray of blood would get on his face. Get hard watching them and use his disgusting powers to mentally masturbate while he watched the free show with his strange eyes that glowed in the darkness. Oh how he if he ever hated something. Hated him. Because he enjoyed his captivity. Liked being tied up in this cell. Liked to watch him get beaten. Liked it so much he cummed on his self just thinking about it. Oh if he ever wanted to kill something, it would be him. Choke him until he had no breath left in him to snicker and giggle. Rip his sex right off his body until he screamed. But oh he might like that. He was demented. A crazed man. (step, step)"Mmmm....do you know how delicious you look like that? All dark with power? We could be free together my precious... I can set my precious bird free. I know he wishes to fly... then I would be the only one to fuck you in the dark. And oh, you would scream. And love it. Shall I set us free precious? We could rule everything you and I.. products of a new race... you’d like that baby..."(step, step)He only grunted in disgust and looked down at his pool of blood. The same question every night he said. Tempting him. He belonged to know one. Not the creature on the other wall, not the thing that came in to hurt him, not anyone. And one day they would see this... and it will be too late for forgiveness....(step, step)He laughed again, a long sexual purr coming from his throat. "Oh how tasty you must be...to your last bone, tasty...you would let me taste you wouldn’t you precious? Let me take you in my mouth and drink your cum? Hmm...oh so sweet...like your blood....oh how I’ve fallen in love with you in the dark my baby...oh how I long to make you scream..." (step, step)Then those strange eyes turned lighter and he thrust against his chains. Called the king all sorts of obscenities. All while the other raised its power to block out his moaning and groaning. His calling out that name. The one that they called him before he turned into the one that was a prisoner and got fucked endlessly. It moaned that name loudly and sadistically, its whole body surging with power as it came, shooting its sticky streams of cum all over. Then he was limp, and staring back at him with those same glowing eyes. " Did you like that show, my love? It isn’t as good as yours are, but it would be if you’d join me.""I don’t want to do anything with you."He smirked. " And why not sweet baby? We are the same. You and I. From the same curse, from the same bullshit devine retribution. Remember when I kissed you? Oh how you blushed like the bitch. So cute. Makes me vomit thinking how you were back then...but look at you now..dark and powerful..looking at you makes me so hard..."(stop) He ignored him. Watched the cell door open and the it come in and punch him hard in the face. Fisted his hair in its hands. Snarled at him. "You piece of shit. Why are you still alive?"
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