Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Trills for my Priecious ❯ 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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Drip. Drip. It was there and in a way it was always there. Feeding him the fundamentals of hatred through slashes and broken bones, through curses and ripping of flesh. In a way it was always doing that.In his mind or not. It stabbed his nails into his back, the squishing sound of blood spurting from his flesh making the creature on the wall shudder. He only dangled there, breath not even hitching from the infliction of pain shot through his nerves. No. That would give it satisfaction. That would make it happy. "Oh yes...fuck him. Precious is begining to like it."I hate you.Blood poured from the newly made wound down his spine, between scratch clad cheeks to join the dripping life fluid from his thighs, the puddle every growing. Was this really deserved? For doing something so simple.. it would seem.. so underserved. The gods where unmerciful and sadistic, just like their creations. But he didnt need to know that. He was a product of their malice, him and the thing on the wall. His legs where forced apart and yet again he felt the pain of hatred. Inside him. Entering him, jabing against his brutalized walls, burning a whole through him. Trying to kill his spirit, Trying to punish him for being. He would not apologize for being. It fluxed its power, its weapon of choice growing and tearing, blood and its filty essence coating the devils cock inside him. He hated its touch and hated the thing inside of him. The posion of the devil. Hated his body for accepting its fate. Hated hiself. " Ahh... Bitch... you like it hard up the ass dont you.... ahh..piece of....sh-" it moaned, and left its poison inside him. He tried to force it out but it ended up racking through his battered body, shooting from him. I hate you. It breathed ragged, not even a climax could make it show anything but hatred. He looked up into its eyes. " Was it good?"It laughed, grabbing his throat. " Dont fuck with me bitch. If you'd just let go you could be free. But you are a dumb fuck. Dumb fucks never can understand when to give up and die." it sayed and grabbed a fistfull of crushed red hair, growling low in his throat. Thats what it hated the most. This beautiful dark power. Hated this color red, hated the evil in his eyes. It truely believed that it was doing the world a service. But this was just a look. He wasnt evil.. he didnt kill all those people... he wasnt sadistic. Or was he?******The prince wiped his lips as a servant walked into his chambers, watching her and her too straight and long to be saiyian hair draped down her back , her crystline blue tail curled around her thigh. He was tired of her and her body. She didnt have any appeal to him anymore, her body scarred from mating and her fight gone. She didnt resist, she didnt kick and scream. There was not fun in that. She poured him a glass of wine, kneeling low. He had broken her spirit. Now she was lowly and worthless. He said nothing to her, hands in the arburn black flame of his hair. "Do you need anything else my prince..." she said,even the tone of her voice sounding broken. " Yes... go fetch 'our son', Bulma."She looked up wide eyed, knowning full well what that meant. It meant he no longer desired her and wanted to defile his own child. She didnt want her child to feel the way she did. She did not want him to cower. Wanted him to always be proud. " Please... Im begging you... dont..." He smirked. " Your body is worn out. I dont want your loose pussy Bulma. Get over it. Now go get him. Its time daddy had a talked with him."She clenched her fists, bowing and walked out to get her only child and deliver him into the hands of damnation. She found him soon in their room, changing clothes. Long lavendar strands of hair sweep in a ponytail binded by a black string, small muscles in his back flexing under tanned skin. He picked up his shirt and turned to her, the same look of understanding in his eyes he had when he was on the floor of the cell. He never saw his mother cry, nor did he care right now that she did. Their relationship was rather indiffrent. They were bound togeather by life and blood and they accepted that. No affection was passed between them, that was a sign of weakness and they needed to keep a strong face. Or at least thats how he felt. She looked at him, tears streaking down her face. " Prince Vegeta has requested for you to come to his chambers..." Trunks frowmed, aware of what this implied. He passed her. tossing his shirt to the floor as he walked down the halls of the palace. No shirt. It didnt matter he'd be naked anyways. The dark reds around the palace hall contrasting to his loud purple hair and blue eyes, the damp air kissing over his skin wisps of breeze like air as he opened the door.He walked in and was caught off gaurd by a long raspy laugh. " Did your mother tell you to come like that?" "No. Whats the point of putting clothes on if your going to rape me right?" he crossed his arms over his chest, attempting to slow the beat of his heart, the sickening pounding sound thumping all over his body like a warning. Vegeta smirked, hands roaming over the blood covered sheets of his bed. He never washed them. Never changed them. Enjoyed the feeling of sleeping in his filth and decadence. " No, there is no point." the grinning man said, sipping some wine from his glass. The thoughts he had in his head was no short of malcontent. " Your mother tried to kill me when I fucked her, will you try too?" "Hn. You should die." At those words the short man smiled genuinely. " You are a cocky son of a bitch. If your mother wasnt a half breed I would have accepted you as my son. You are much like me." " What?" The teen looked confused, holding on to the post of the bed. " You didnt know? Your mother never told you, your a fucking half breed? I supose she thought that you'd kill me eventually and become king maybe. Your hair and eyes bely your heritage boy. Shows your sin. But it is beautiful isnt it? You like being pretty. Thank your mother. I was going to kill you and set her free. She chose to take you into damnation with her. Now you have to live with that sin." Before he could regrister thought he was pulled down against the bed and torn away from his pants. He growled, hands clawing at the others skin. Vegeta smirked, pulling the tie from the boys lavendar hair, yamking his head up by it." Have you been waiting? Now you can seek redemtion. Its on the head of my cock." he says low, his clothes quickly disgarded, noting noticing the kicking and punching. Trunks pushed up but was forced down by the weight of the others body against his back, a hand on the back of his neck. "Your going to love this, Ive been waiting to fuck you my pretty son..." *******All the nobles and every holy man you could think of. Everyone was there. Sat and discussed with hushes and nodds and with hatred. Let us not forget hatred precious. It its the dark song that all off this world sings. And they sing it all for you in trills of harmonic violence, in shrill screams and with pain. Lets not forget pain. Pain is what makes it all beautiful to our ears..." Theses creatures must be stopped. They have attacked our people and destroyed businesses. They are death to the sanctity of our race. The gods will not tollerate disobedience!" They all began to talk and agree, the king staring at them. " And what do you purpose we do? Do you not know the tales? Even I know of them. Tales of their powers and manipulation. "Priests looked around and held on to their chains of beads, a symbol of gods protection. That wouldnt help them. " Sire..what of Bradock....can we have him destroy that which has been made... " one said, shuddering in his seat at the thought of the famous Bradock. The eyes of the gods, the horrific hands of their anger, the blood from their veins...Everyone stared at him in disbelief at the suggestion. "How could you even think of such a thing.. We would all go to purgitory... " King Vegeta frowned, growling low in his throat, the thought of the killer from the gods making him enraged with fury. The one that killed his mate. Debowoled him and hung him on the steps of the palace for display, the one that ate his unborn. The sick, twisted creature that could not be killed by his hands. He shook violently in anger. " How dare you...even suggest such a thing.. in my presence... Id rather let every single one of you die horrible deaths before I do such a thing..." he said, his eyes glazing bluish black thinking about it. "You are all paid to think so fucking come up with something! If you do not find a solution I shall hang all of you !" he yelled and knocked the table over, storming off.*****"Beg for it....." Vegeta growled, taking the teens virginity ruthlessly, the sound of sweaty flesh smacking togeather and screams only thing heard. Trunks knew it was his voice and hated it. Felt disgusted that his cock was rubbing franticly against the bloody sheets, hated that he was moaning. He was being cleansed from sin. With each stroke. Thats all that mattered right? He vomited from the sick smell, his head laying in the mess of bodily fluids, some that wernt his own. The rancid taste in his mouth didnt stop him from swallowing and the torn flesh of his entrance didnt stop him from moaning. Was he supose to be enjoying this? Wasnt this redemtion? Repentence for being unpure by birth? He arched into the bed, the fowl liquid from his mouth dripping down his face as he cried out. "Father fuck me harder!!" he yelled, clenching the mess of sheets. Vegeta pressed his young servant down against them, smearing his face over the the blood. " Thats your mothers blood... I fucked her on this very bed... " He didnt care who he had sex with here. What had made himm want this pain? Was it instinct? Or was it the need for repentence so great. When did he begin to thrust back against the cock that was deep inside his bloody insides? Was it when he stopped fighting? When he wanted repentence? "Ahhhhhaaa!!! No!! Stop!! Your too dee-" He howled loudly, glass shattering around him as he felt the shift in the princes power. " I found your sin... "From that single momment he was nothing. Felt sinful, felt hated and unloved not that he gave a damn about love. He lived by the throbbing feeling in his ass and that was it. Goten disliked the change, didnt know why it happened . He wouldnt say. Stopped calling him kitty. Not that it bothered him.. "Trunks what is wrong with you....""The same thing thats wrong with everyone else. Why you ask? Want something?"Saiyians killed Gohan."I dont know..we have been talking for a long time and I.." The cat blushed, the dark uneven hair on his head blowing in the moring air. He sat on a branch of a tree, the dirty white shirt he wore clinging to his body. " And what? You want to fuck? I know you do I can smell it. "Goten turned completely red at the statement, tale swishing. " Well... dont you want to..." "Sure.. you wanted Ill give it to you.. but you have to give me something..""What?" "Let me spill your blood...."*******************My my my... Bradock sounds like a bad boy. lol. Anyone have any guesses on whos in the cell? And whats with Trunks. lol. Find out read the next chapter. Till then say la v. lolLiked it review, didnt like it review, I want to know“Yamcha are you okay? “ a woman said, looking at the scared man holding his as if it was bleeding. All he could see was that little boy and those oranges. That child was not the demon that scared his face. He wasnt the one that killed his children. “Yamcha?!” she said again and punched him in the arm. He snapped out of it and looked down at her, glaring. “ What? Can’t you see Im having a moment? Do you want to tell me to stop breathing too?” The dark haired woman growled and kicked him in the ribs. “ Just make sure you come see me spar later!” she scowled and walked off. He shook his head, looking around the bright market place. If it was so bright and happy..why did he only see darkness. Dark eyes and cold black stares, things normal people wouldnt notice. Bribary, and every other thing you think that could happen. The city was a horrible place to live. Carrying a bag of silver with King Vegeta’s royal ass on it, he payed for a bag of fruit and carried it with him into the forest, making sure no one saw him. No one came in the woods in the day.. with the sun shining and the trees over there heads. No one. Not when the gods didnt give their tears down to saturate the impure.His face stinged as we walked, burning more as he came closer to his destination.A place where he always was. In mind. A place where his pain dug deeper. Dirty hands felt blood covered, pictures of torment echoing through his mind. Repentance.. its what they all searched for right? How could he..when the gods he repentate to didnt see his crime as sin. How could he when they reveled in his act.. blessed him for it..There it was... the god stucken tree.. if he was anything else, he was feeding his self poison. Replaying visons of slaughter. He had been doing this every day.. someone took the fruit.. or some animal ate it, because it was never there when he returned, but he thought it served its purpose. He was a hunter. All saiyians were by nature.. by nature.. they were supose to be living surounded by these tall mountains of trees, where the gods eye could drench their skin.. none of them knew that. Didnt know what they could do. Was afraid of things that wernt like them. Wanted to stay as they were. Unevolved and perfect in their own eyes. The bag of fruit.. oranges.. where layed infront of the sin stricken tree and the hunter sat down upon the fallen leaves. And just stared. And lament. Then he heard a scream.A blood curtling, earth shaking scream. The leaves shook from it, the wind running from the pungent smell of fresh blood...not saiyian blood...The scent assulted his senses and he soon got up, walking silently to find what made the horrible sound. He found a black haired cat bent over, hands on a tree as he was fucked by a half breed saiyian. Yes he was a special kind for certain. The boy had a purple tail and dark purple hair, whisped togeather by a tie, his demon like blue eyes piercing. Oh he knew what he was.. he knew of another like him... Half Saiyian..half Icejin.. when he was chained and when he was beaten. They all were. Left to die. Even though they were free now.. they never really left the Icejin planet.. no..not in mind.. they were still there, still mutalated and still degraded. Locked in slave boxes and only let out when some disgusting creature wanted a good hard fuck. Thats what saiyians are good for after all right.. thats what they told him..thats what they told them all. Battered and abuised and left there to die by their prince. Thats where he saw her. A creature... she wasnt saiyian..she wasnt. She had blue hair and a metalic like blue tail.. something so beautiful.. it was disgusting.. and she was sitting on the floor.. at its feet.. Freeza.. her father.. she sat at his feet, chained by her ankle, made to sit there while he pated her head. Like she was a dog.. her father.. a prince of a foul race.. she, a bastard no one would acknowlegde a a princess. He remembered her and her blue eyes.. he never found out who her mother was.. she never told.. she never spoke when they were there... no.. not a word.. She did speak when he freed her, screamed so much she broke glass around them as they landed on Saiyian soil. He never saw her again after that.. “Boy.. get out the ass long enough to tell me something..” Trunks grunted and pulled away from a Goten, blood riming his lips. The cat slid to the ground, rear still in the air, not even looking at the man. Blood.. so much of it... What the hell was wrong with Trunks.. the teen clutched his neck where his jugular vein had been biten, his vison fading. “ Trunks.. I can’t see..why did you.. Im going blind..” The lavendar haired boy laughed and licked his lips, leaning back against a blackened tree, curious as to what this man wanted so badly that he would interupt him while he was fucking. Pale fingers slid over his neko lovers brutalized entrance and the boy cried out. “Now what exactly can I do for you scare face..” Pain.. “Is your mother alive boy..” Yamcha said, not fazed by the childish actions. Dark eyes looked down at the boy on the ground, at his bloody neck. Punishment. He was recieving punishment. For being born. Into some fucked up world. Who was this child of icejin and saiyian to judge the cat..he was as damned as he.. who was he to serve judgement. Did he know he was just as disgusting and fowl..his blood still was piged with sin...did he even relize.. the demonicness that lyed dormant within his pale skin.. what that beautiful colored tail and hair spoke of...The morning air blew and leaves rustled. Dark eyes met lighter ones. “ Whats it to you? You know her? Did you know she was a fucking bitch.. did you know that? Some worn out whore with no pride. Not good enough to even fuck..” Trunks grinned at that, pushing some hair out of his face with a bloody hand. His darling father had told him that. Inside he wished he didnt act this way.. it was what being with his father did.. everything he did from that moment when he touched him was a product of the poison he gave him. The poison of repentance and superiority. Such things don’t mix. I am better than you.. but I have sin. No. That is not how it was. He only saw his self as a sinner in the prince’s eyes.. he made him feel dirty.. filthy from impurities that were passed on from generation to generation. The hunter stared abit annoyed, ignoring the choked cries from the cat on the ground. “Lets just say if I didnt know her you wouldnt be standing her, you little shit. Where is she.”Dont talk down to me. Trunks couldnt help but growl. Who was this son of a bitch.... “ She is at the palace. Probably giving someone a blow job. What ever you did to her it didnt help much. But I should thank you. Because of you I stand her dont I? I could have been just some nut shot on the wall..” he said sarcasticly, then looked down at Goten. The cat was staring up at the stranger, hair raised, claws extended as he stared with bloody eyes. He could just barely see..but he didnt need a full vison to see him. He had played through his nightmares over and over. Mocking laughs. Hateful eyes... “ You...”****Only boys. Thats all we were. Boys. “Do you want me to kill him for you.. my beautiful Kakkarrot..”Kakkarrot didnt know where he came from. Out of no where he appeared. Beautiful and deadly he was, raven hair swept in flame, goregeous.. he was.. His prince. Prince Vegeta. Through the crowds he saw him on that day.. and he ran to meet him, kneeling at his feet. His father said he could have whatever he desired.. he desired this strong man, this cruel manistation of saiyian masculinity. “What is this third class piece of shit doing in my presence...” was what he heard and then felt as a foot kicked him in the face and out of the way. Why did that happen.. he was told he could have what he desired. Kakkarrot. The thing on the wall continued to say that name.. making him remember ‘Kakkarrot’s’ memories. Kakkarrot was gone. He took it away. He ignored it. Wondered what it would take to be free. He had never tried. Maybe he didnt want to. Maybe he knew what he was capable of..maybe he saw the children that suffered that night. It was Goku, the last day of the saiyian week.. he was out.. with perfection. His father said he was special.. just for him. So he and perfection went out on their hunt. It was a special hunt.. yes.. it was their mating hunt. The first step to becoming mates. The walked into the city.. hand in hand.. just smiling.. what a cute expression he had back then.. a blush of red on his face as they separated and crept down streets and alleys, searching for game. Kakkarrot was allways good at finding sin. and he found something right away. A woman, body slim to the bone almost, power level lower than a childs. A whore. She wore a black dress, held up by a string around her neck, her black hair in a pony tail, her eyes flashing with the need. She walked over to him from the corner of the market, walking right into the shadows with him. Yes... he thought. Come. “Looking for some pussy baby?” she grinned at him, a hand rubbing between her thighs, touching that disgusting wet place between them where he was sure everyone and their dog had been. “Yeah.. how much..” he smirked at her, looking down at her massaging hand and back up at her face. She wasnt bad looking in the face. No not at all. But her body was fraile and unsaiyian.. it made him throw up in his mouth thinking about sticking his dick in her. “ Five gold pieces..” she said and raised her dress above her hips, showing off her worn out comodity. Kakkarrot nodded and leaned against the wall, sliding his pants down, shaft out and erect. “ Do a good job and Ill give you more..” Her eyes widdened at his size and he bent over infront of him, ass in the air. He pushed her down to the ground and looked at her. “ I dont want that.. Let me see what you can do with your mouth and Ill see if Ill want some.” She frowned, her dress and face wet with muddy water. She didnt like being pushed down. Her make up was ruined. “ Fine.” was all she grumbled out and got on her knees, covering his hed with her lips, sucking and licking at the phallus. Not even a moan escaped his lips as she deepthroated him. She had no reflexes, her services were poor. He pulled her off by her hair and looked at her mud water dripping face, at her stomach acid ruined teeth, and knew he found the right game. “ Your mouth leaves much to be desired.. and your loose. Is your ass any good?’ She growled and spat, lipstick smeared on her lips. “ No ones been there and no ones going in jackass. You havent even paid me.” “You want me to pay you for a miserable blowjob? Your going to give up that virginity if you want this money” Five gold pieces. Sold her body for five pieces of gold that could barely buy a drink. She debated with herself for a minute, and agreed, getting up and turning around, bending over. He frowned as she turned around, a hand forcing her back against his cock by her shoulder, the other shoving a gold coin down her throat. She choked and weezed, hands flying to her throat as he stabbed inside her unprepared body. “ Isnt this what you wanted..” Kakkarrot whispered, pushing a second coin down her throat, the gold she wanted so badly to have so she could spend on acohol, closing her airpipe. Her eyes widdened, and she attempted to swallow the ridges of gold ripping down her esaphagus. He forced the other three in her used vagina and released hiself in her body before letter her drop to the muddy ground. “ You were better than I thought you would be.” That was Kakkarrot.. not him.. but as he replayed this memory..he desired his self.. desired Kakkarrots body.. he was stuck in this demonic body.. while precious Kakkarrot was in his. This was the devils body, but the devil was gone.Kakkarrot pulled his pants up and bent down “ Your right.. I couldnt help myself.. Look at how beautiful this is...” he smiled, picking up a severed head of the woman, her eyes open wide, blood still sliding from her mouth. IT was something about the eyes that he loved. Bodies got guishy and wasted fluids all over.. but hey eyes.. they showed the persons real fear.. the body could never really do that. Perfection liked that. “Yes.. that is just sexy.. all frightened like that precious..”Damnation.Perfection grabbed his mate by the hips as he fucked his soul out. What soul.. he had none. No not Kakkarrot...he did..but not Kakkarrot. He thrusts against the hard sex in his ass, begged for more.. moved that whores head over his cock.. It was wonderful. He came in hot streams of cum in the womans mouth and screamed as he felt the stabbing pain inside of him, the burning wave of seed inside him, eyes tight. When those eyes opened.. Kakkarrot was gone.. who was he.. “Why do you continue to stay there precious.. did you want him that much.. ““I was young.. I didnt know what I wanted..”“Yes thats right..but now you see hes shit. Dont you.. you can feel it.. when he touches you.. it makes you sick to your stomach doesnt it.. your skin crawls when his lips are on you.. but not me..when I fucked you, you begged for it..weeped..prayed for it..”If he had just one hand free he could kill him.. just one..Red eyes looked to the bars of the cell and he heard those foot steps.. counted them.. like a condimed man.. waited..It walked through the cell door and krinkled its nose at the smell of blood sweat and defeacation, arms crossed as we stepped in the puddle of blood below his enemy. It hated him. But loved his reactions. “ You cant seem to get enough of my seconds can you...” It never anwsered him. Not once. And he knew why. Fear. Kakkarrot knew about fear. about pain in someones eyes.. about that frightened look..Kakkarrot knew.. but he didnt. Kakkarrot was gone. “ Did you miss me?” it said and grinned. “ Like the pain in my ass..”The creature laughed and that fueled the punch he received in the face. He spit blood in his face and scowled. He had no idea why he did that. He never had the urge to do so. It was Kakkarrot.. he was rising from the dead. “Why dont you ever talk to him? Are you afraid?”It stared at him and growled. He knew what that thing could do to him.. he was no fool.. but he wasnt about to be put down. “ I fear nothing. Especially something that kills children.”The creature laughed. He saw that twinkle in the others eye, and knew it was Kakkarrot. “ That makes you ignorant indeed.. you should fear what you cant control.. you cant control me.. and certainly not Kakkarrot.. you dont even control your cock.” the creature said with a snicker, “ it cums when it wants to. And fucks what it wants to as I hear.. how is your darling icejin son?”It stared in over at him wided eyed. How did he know about him. He hadnt left this cell in years. “ Didnt think I knew about him did you? He’s a pretty piece of ass for having Freeza in his blood isnt he? Has he mutated on you yet? Does he grow in his powers? Or have you been fucking him to keep him low and cowardly like you’ve been trying to do to Kakkarrot?” he said with a smirk. It knew not to say anything smart.. he could die in a second. “I dont know what your talking about..” “Oh really? I was refering to the half breed son of yours.” he chuckled. “ I should say inbreed shouldnt I? But of course you didnt know anything about his mother being your sister now did you? Your father wouldnt admit to bending over for the white devil now would he?”“Thats bullshit!!”“No Vegeta its truth. And Ill tell you something else thats delcious,” he said with a smirk, “ Watch your back because you never know when someone might get tired of your shit.” and that was the last thing it heard, a growling Kakkarrot hitting him in the back of the head.