Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Trills for my Priecious ❯ 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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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: 2.2K | Visits: 160 | 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: 2.2K | Visits: 160 | 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.
She could kill him. Sever his head from his body. The pain baring down on her inside was nothing compared to what she would do to him. Fuck that he was the prince. He should have kept his prince cock in his pants and not have slept with a prisoner. One that came to assassinate him. Oh how he must laugh thinking how she tried to slit his throat, and in stead he fucked her. Pinned her down. Slapped her and punched her in the jaw until her face became swollen and red. Oh how he must be laughing now.... She bared her teeth at the pain and waited for the thing inside her to break her. To find its way into the world. And it did. Right on her cell floor, crying bleeding from hitting its soft head on the floor, but never dying. Saiyans didn’t die as easily unless they were weak. And this one would never be weak. He was the product of royal blood and of her. He would live. One the floor of this cell. He would breath. Without substinence, without any medical care...The daily guards came to 'check on her' as they would call it, poking her on her breast with a stick. Yes. She was nude. Only to further her shame. They all were. For his amusement. Nude, bloody, and without nourishment. Sweating. Filthy and hot. One of the guards looked down on the cell floor, noticed the child lying on it, still connected by his umbilical cord not crying. Just looking at them, head bleeding from its fall, had all but stopped crying completely. He immediately sent for the prince. She snorted to her self, looked down at the child on the floor as she hung by here wrist from the ceiling. The little one looked up at her with a understanding, that he wasn’t meant to be. Knew this, and some how in his little eyes she thought, he knew they would kill him. And thought he smiled at her alittle, as a thank you, for at least bringing him into this shitty world. She smiled back at him, looking at his wild purple hair, at his small pudgy hands and feet. Felt her motherly instincts take over. Which was odd. Saiyans didn’t care for bastards. They killed them and pretend it never happened. But this one, this was offspring of the prince. If the rapist never had anymore children, he could become king. And make everything better..As she thought of things that this child of hers could do, given the opportunity to live, the cell door was snatched open, and the prince came walking in. He was indeed pissed at his findings, glaring morbidly at her. " Woman, I see you have had a bastard. Which of these guards has fucked the likes of you"She stared coolly at him. " No one has touched me but you, oh powerful prince. You have stolen away my virginity""Is that so? And who do you think will believe a assassin was a virgin, ne?" He looked down at the child, blinked abit and focused a hand to it, gathering energy. He would kill him now. And as she stared down at the child, her child, she knew what could be done. What she will do. Because this child would be special. She looked at him pleadingly, and raised her own power so that he might notice her. " Forgive my Prince. Let me keep this child as a reminder of my shame for treatury. When I look into his eyes I feel deep regret. I will do anything you ask of me."He stopped at this. Looked at her and arched his brow. "You will become my slave as I have asked you woman? In order to keep a bastard? What purpose would this child serve you?"She bowed her head low, her light blue hair shagging infront of her eyes. " He will remind me of my shame. I will keep him as a reminder of how I betrayed my kind..." She said, with the most of her acting she could do to please the aire to the throne. He smirked abit, then blasted at the umbilical cord between her and the child. "Fine. I will have the guards come and take you and you child to the infirmary." He moved to leave, but turned before leaving saying, " Don’t try to cross me traitor. I have not touched you as far as your knowledge and that child is yours and yours alone. If I hear any such allegations about that being my child, I will hang you and the bastard you carried, and put your bodies out for public display."Then he was off again. ********************* Goten scratched behind his cat ears and climbed down from the tree of his home. He was much bigger now that he had become a teen, and was flourishing still with the curiosity of the cat. He swayed his black tail as he pounced down to the forest floor, and searched for something to eat. It wasn’t hard to catch things this time of day, saiyans usually don’t hunt during the day. So he wondered why he smelled one in the air. He sniffed some more, his hair standing on his back as a warning to anything out there not to touch him, his claws raising from their hiding places in his hands. He prayed to Bradock that he wouldn’t cower and become frightened.. that had happened and now something he loved more than his self was gone..There was movement from the east. Shifting grass.. He climbed up a tree, then jumped silently to the other, moving closer to the sound, his shorts scraping against the bark. He hissed at that, but not loudly enough to be noticed. He saw someone. Down in the bed of the forest floor, a purple haired saiyan? He had never seen one of them before. And man was he happy he saw this one, although in his mind he still stayed cautious. Saiyans killed. Saiyans killed Gohan. The purple haired saiyans bent over and picked up a berry from in between two leaves and snorted. " Do you prefer to look at my ass, or would you rather see my face. If so, you need to come down from the tree and stop spying. Its annoying as hell."Goten hissed, a growl coming from him. " I don’t socialize with your kind."" Hn. Well if that is so, why are you stalking me? I know I am nice to look at, but your making me angry staring. Either come at me and get your ass kicked little kitty, or fuck off and leave me to my work." The saiyan boy said, for obviously he was a boy, having only a few muscles to his name. The cat hissed more. Saiyans killed. Saiyans killed Gohan.'This can be my atonement Gohan. For letting you go away..' He watched the blue eyed creature as his kind called them, turn to stare at him, his arm crossed over his stomach to grab his hip. ' Who’s Gohan? Your boyfriend? He dumped you, so your going to try to kill me as a I’m sorry present? Cats are crazy.'Goten stood on the branch of the tree and stumped his feet. " We are not crazy!! And stop listening to my thoughts!!" he stumped again like a upset child, his face red. "Make me, kitty..."The ne one only grew more angry. No one called him kitty except Lord Bradock. He stumped again, showing his dominace and his hair stood on end, his ears going back. The saiyan only laughed, his raspy voice mocking the childish 'kitty' as he called him. Then he stopped laughing.. He looked serious. His mind blazed with a raging image. The cat, falling as the branch under him broke, the feline, breaking his neck and dying a slow and painful death. " A kitty, you better get off of that branch, its go-"Snap. Down the branch and Goten with it, falling fast. The purple haired boy caught him before he landed to the ground, moving away before they both were hit with the branch. When he finally stopped moving, he was on the ground, the cat under him and panting because he was so afraid. He only breathed, trying to steady his one heart at the quick actions. "You okay?"Saiyans killed. Saiyans killed Gohan."Why did you save me?!! I’m a cat, I cant fall that easily!!" He frowned, but blushed, the others body pressing so close to him that he could feel his heat, feel the power that was coming off that body. The saiyan teen snorted. "Looked like you were falling to me.""Was not!""You were.""Was n-" His argument was stopped by lips pressed against his. His eyes widened, and he would have screamed, but well...it felt good. He immediately responded to the kiss, slipping his arms around the monkeys neck. Nothing could still his heart now. It thumped wildly inside his chest, his skin heating to the touch. Then they were gone. Those sweet lips were gone, that tantalizing kiss was broken. Goten stared up at him, flushed and panting, staring in utter disbelief. The blue eyed boy smirked. " Had to shut you up some how. I’m not good at arguing. " Goten glared at him. "Hn."The boy only smirked more, nibbling at the boys bottom lip and holding his chin. " Hm. Looks like your falling for ME now..."****Trunks was his name. And Goten had been sneaking to see the smirking, grinning saiyan every since that day. He wouldn’t admit that he was attracted to him, because he was a cat, and cats didn’t like monkeys. But he watched him as he worked, they passed insults back and forth, laughing at things like how saiyan women had no tits and how cat women licked their selves. This is what they did. Forgot about Saiyan being killers and Cats being abominations. Just knew that Trunks was Trunks, and Goten was Goten. The cat had learned that Trunks was a slave at the royal palace, and that he picked the prince's fruit every day and fed it to him. Laughed because he said he pissed on the fruit before he gave it to him. Grinned at the stories the saiyan would tell him about palace life, about the nobles kissing the kings ass. Literally. This became their daily ritual. Then as they part, Trunks would kiss him, just because he said he liked the way his kitten looked when he was all ready to get fucked. Goten snorted at that, seeing as how he didn’t belong to the purple haired monkey, and that they had never had sex, although secretly he wanted to so badly he would touch his self, then pray to Bradock for forgiveness. After that kiss, lord Bradock didn’t speak to him. Didn’t give him visions, didn’t make his sexual desire go away like he used to. Made him suffer in solitude, with one saying pouring from his mind, streaming over and over. Saiyans are killers. Saiyans killed Gohan.Then he would cry. Cry so hard that his dilated feline eyes would sting. Cry so much he would get a headache from it all and fall into a nightmarish sleep. No one spoke to him. Not even his mother. Not that they knew of his talking to Trunks, but the fact that after Gohans funeral, no one spoke to him. He was a outcast of his kind. Disgusted them so much that the made him move to the lower trees because the couldn’t stand to look at him. He had found a thicket of trees good enough to make his new home in fortunately, and it was hard to find. Only Trunks knew where it was, and Goten was thinking of moving for that very fact. Saiyan are killers. Saiyans killed Gohan. You are pathetic my kitty. Do you miss my touch? Your appetite has grown? You want to fuck him don’t you kitty. Fuck him and have little half-breed offspring don’t you? You forgotten Goten. Forgotten your promise to him. My my baby, you are weak.******************************************************
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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.
She could kill him. Sever his head from his body. The pain baring down on her inside was nothing compared to what she would do to him. Fuck that he was the prince. He should have kept his prince cock in his pants and not have slept with a prisoner. One that came to assassinate him. Oh how he must laugh thinking how she tried to slit his throat, and in stead he fucked her. Pinned her down. Slapped her and punched her in the jaw until her face became swollen and red. Oh how he must be laughing now.... She bared her teeth at the pain and waited for the thing inside her to break her. To find its way into the world. And it did. Right on her cell floor, crying bleeding from hitting its soft head on the floor, but never dying. Saiyans didn’t die as easily unless they were weak. And this one would never be weak. He was the product of royal blood and of her. He would live. One the floor of this cell. He would breath. Without substinence, without any medical care...The daily guards came to 'check on her' as they would call it, poking her on her breast with a stick. Yes. She was nude. Only to further her shame. They all were. For his amusement. Nude, bloody, and without nourishment. Sweating. Filthy and hot. One of the guards looked down on the cell floor, noticed the child lying on it, still connected by his umbilical cord not crying. Just looking at them, head bleeding from its fall, had all but stopped crying completely. He immediately sent for the prince. She snorted to her self, looked down at the child on the floor as she hung by here wrist from the ceiling. The little one looked up at her with a understanding, that he wasn’t meant to be. Knew this, and some how in his little eyes she thought, he knew they would kill him. And thought he smiled at her alittle, as a thank you, for at least bringing him into this shitty world. She smiled back at him, looking at his wild purple hair, at his small pudgy hands and feet. Felt her motherly instincts take over. Which was odd. Saiyans didn’t care for bastards. They killed them and pretend it never happened. But this one, this was offspring of the prince. If the rapist never had anymore children, he could become king. And make everything better..As she thought of things that this child of hers could do, given the opportunity to live, the cell door was snatched open, and the prince came walking in. He was indeed pissed at his findings, glaring morbidly at her. " Woman, I see you have had a bastard. Which of these guards has fucked the likes of you"She stared coolly at him. " No one has touched me but you, oh powerful prince. You have stolen away my virginity""Is that so? And who do you think will believe a assassin was a virgin, ne?" He looked down at the child, blinked abit and focused a hand to it, gathering energy. He would kill him now. And as she stared down at the child, her child, she knew what could be done. What she will do. Because this child would be special. She looked at him pleadingly, and raised her own power so that he might notice her. " Forgive my Prince. Let me keep this child as a reminder of my shame for treatury. When I look into his eyes I feel deep regret. I will do anything you ask of me."He stopped at this. Looked at her and arched his brow. "You will become my slave as I have asked you woman? In order to keep a bastard? What purpose would this child serve you?"She bowed her head low, her light blue hair shagging infront of her eyes. " He will remind me of my shame. I will keep him as a reminder of how I betrayed my kind..." She said, with the most of her acting she could do to please the aire to the throne. He smirked abit, then blasted at the umbilical cord between her and the child. "Fine. I will have the guards come and take you and you child to the infirmary." He moved to leave, but turned before leaving saying, " Don’t try to cross me traitor. I have not touched you as far as your knowledge and that child is yours and yours alone. If I hear any such allegations about that being my child, I will hang you and the bastard you carried, and put your bodies out for public display."Then he was off again. ********************* Goten scratched behind his cat ears and climbed down from the tree of his home. He was much bigger now that he had become a teen, and was flourishing still with the curiosity of the cat. He swayed his black tail as he pounced down to the forest floor, and searched for something to eat. It wasn’t hard to catch things this time of day, saiyans usually don’t hunt during the day. So he wondered why he smelled one in the air. He sniffed some more, his hair standing on his back as a warning to anything out there not to touch him, his claws raising from their hiding places in his hands. He prayed to Bradock that he wouldn’t cower and become frightened.. that had happened and now something he loved more than his self was gone..There was movement from the east. Shifting grass.. He climbed up a tree, then jumped silently to the other, moving closer to the sound, his shorts scraping against the bark. He hissed at that, but not loudly enough to be noticed. He saw someone. Down in the bed of the forest floor, a purple haired saiyan? He had never seen one of them before. And man was he happy he saw this one, although in his mind he still stayed cautious. Saiyans killed. Saiyans killed Gohan. The purple haired saiyans bent over and picked up a berry from in between two leaves and snorted. " Do you prefer to look at my ass, or would you rather see my face. If so, you need to come down from the tree and stop spying. Its annoying as hell."Goten hissed, a growl coming from him. " I don’t socialize with your kind."" Hn. Well if that is so, why are you stalking me? I know I am nice to look at, but your making me angry staring. Either come at me and get your ass kicked little kitty, or fuck off and leave me to my work." The saiyan boy said, for obviously he was a boy, having only a few muscles to his name. The cat hissed more. Saiyans killed. Saiyans killed Gohan.'This can be my atonement Gohan. For letting you go away..' He watched the blue eyed creature as his kind called them, turn to stare at him, his arm crossed over his stomach to grab his hip. ' Who’s Gohan? Your boyfriend? He dumped you, so your going to try to kill me as a I’m sorry present? Cats are crazy.'Goten stood on the branch of the tree and stumped his feet. " We are not crazy!! And stop listening to my thoughts!!" he stumped again like a upset child, his face red. "Make me, kitty..."The ne one only grew more angry. No one called him kitty except Lord Bradock. He stumped again, showing his dominace and his hair stood on end, his ears going back. The saiyan only laughed, his raspy voice mocking the childish 'kitty' as he called him. Then he stopped laughing.. He looked serious. His mind blazed with a raging image. The cat, falling as the branch under him broke, the feline, breaking his neck and dying a slow and painful death. " A kitty, you better get off of that branch, its go-"Snap. Down the branch and Goten with it, falling fast. The purple haired boy caught him before he landed to the ground, moving away before they both were hit with the branch. When he finally stopped moving, he was on the ground, the cat under him and panting because he was so afraid. He only breathed, trying to steady his one heart at the quick actions. "You okay?"Saiyans killed. Saiyans killed Gohan."Why did you save me?!! I’m a cat, I cant fall that easily!!" He frowned, but blushed, the others body pressing so close to him that he could feel his heat, feel the power that was coming off that body. The saiyan teen snorted. "Looked like you were falling to me.""Was not!""You were.""Was n-" His argument was stopped by lips pressed against his. His eyes widened, and he would have screamed, but well...it felt good. He immediately responded to the kiss, slipping his arms around the monkeys neck. Nothing could still his heart now. It thumped wildly inside his chest, his skin heating to the touch. Then they were gone. Those sweet lips were gone, that tantalizing kiss was broken. Goten stared up at him, flushed and panting, staring in utter disbelief. The blue eyed boy smirked. " Had to shut you up some how. I’m not good at arguing. " Goten glared at him. "Hn."The boy only smirked more, nibbling at the boys bottom lip and holding his chin. " Hm. Looks like your falling for ME now..."****Trunks was his name. And Goten had been sneaking to see the smirking, grinning saiyan every since that day. He wouldn’t admit that he was attracted to him, because he was a cat, and cats didn’t like monkeys. But he watched him as he worked, they passed insults back and forth, laughing at things like how saiyan women had no tits and how cat women licked their selves. This is what they did. Forgot about Saiyan being killers and Cats being abominations. Just knew that Trunks was Trunks, and Goten was Goten. The cat had learned that Trunks was a slave at the royal palace, and that he picked the prince's fruit every day and fed it to him. Laughed because he said he pissed on the fruit before he gave it to him. Grinned at the stories the saiyan would tell him about palace life, about the nobles kissing the kings ass. Literally. This became their daily ritual. Then as they part, Trunks would kiss him, just because he said he liked the way his kitten looked when he was all ready to get fucked. Goten snorted at that, seeing as how he didn’t belong to the purple haired monkey, and that they had never had sex, although secretly he wanted to so badly he would touch his self, then pray to Bradock for forgiveness. After that kiss, lord Bradock didn’t speak to him. Didn’t give him visions, didn’t make his sexual desire go away like he used to. Made him suffer in solitude, with one saying pouring from his mind, streaming over and over. Saiyans are killers. Saiyans killed Gohan.Then he would cry. Cry so hard that his dilated feline eyes would sting. Cry so much he would get a headache from it all and fall into a nightmarish sleep. No one spoke to him. Not even his mother. Not that they knew of his talking to Trunks, but the fact that after Gohans funeral, no one spoke to him. He was a outcast of his kind. Disgusted them so much that the made him move to the lower trees because the couldn’t stand to look at him. He had found a thicket of trees good enough to make his new home in fortunately, and it was hard to find. Only Trunks knew where it was, and Goten was thinking of moving for that very fact. Saiyan are killers. Saiyans killed Gohan. You are pathetic my kitty. Do you miss my touch? Your appetite has grown? You want to fuck him don’t you kitty. Fuck him and have little half-breed offspring don’t you? You forgotten Goten. Forgotten your promise to him. My my baby, you are weak.******************************************************
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