Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Trills for my Priecious ❯ Chapter 4

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Here we go. Lets see how this turns out. Enjoy. Chapter 4Daddy made me perfect. Daddy made me delicious. He looked up and smirked as he walked down the halls of the royal estate, dressed in red silk and black. He coulnt remember a time he was more sexy. His flame hair swept up in its light redish black flow, his eyes black and desirable. Servants passed him gasped at his attire and their eyes followed him until he disapeared. How delicious this was.. daddy always told him it would be delicous. From that first night when he awakened, he said he would be a king amoungst the saiyian people. He told him the day would come.. it would begin. On Goku. Everything good in his short life happened on Goku.. when he walked into his chambers he saw someone sitting on the bed waiting for him, grinning. “You took long enough my prince.. Im hungry..”He chuckled. He was always hungry.. “ Well we can go eat in alittle while.. first, we must pray..”The other nodded and got on his knees between his legs. “To father?”“Yes..always to father..” he whispered and ran a hand through his hair, kneeling with him. They were sure to remember.. when they would pray to father.. Their prayers wernt like others..they were special.. they were in song.. in dark songs, trilled low and soft, like a last dying breath. He smiled and looked down at him. “ Shall we?” ****Bradock..Bradock Bradock Bradock.. “You...son of a bitch...” Trunks stared at the hate in the cats eyes as he looked at the other saiyian.. he didnt know what was going on..but he could guess...Yamchas eyes widdened. ' Gohan!! Please dont die!! I love you!! Oh god my brother..' The gods were responsible for this.. they had to be. Trying to shove their rights from wrongs down his throat. This was the price for desecration. The cat lunged at him with a growl, and knocked him to his feet, slashing his face and reopening the old one. Goten didnt pity him as he cried out in pain and punched at him blindly. No. Pity was was wasted on ignorance and prejudice and was spread. It was a diease worse than AIDS. Worse than any kind of diease and it was a plague spread by the saiyian gods themselves. He wondered what they said when they spoke to them.. what lies they fed them to drive and replinish their hate. Was it like lord Bradock.. did they seek out for punishment? Why didnt they touch the rebel Trunks? Why did they look over his sin..he wasnt perfect...he wasnt even completely saiyian.. he was half devil.. his eyes glint with it and his body color was poisoned with it.The hunters face was painted with blood, and he the cat stopped. He could not kill him.. he was weak...sinful and weak.. he could take revenge..but no.. as he stared at the others face, ruined from bloody streaks, he knew he had done enough. A cross.. thats what it was. A symbol of his sin engraved into his skin and the bones on the side of his face. A sign of what hatred caused. Yamcha held on to his face and stood up, ignoring Trunk’s laugh. “ Why didnt you finish him off Goten? This is the shit face that killed your brother right? Hn.. do you always kill kids who steal to survive?” Goten crawled up the trees and left them quickly, to his small house amongst the saiyian trees and prayed for forgiveness. For being weak and being sinful. He couldnt even kill him. he had killed others. He had took his fustration out and brutalized men coming into the woods to kill him. But he couldnt kill him.... My little kitty.. you shame me.. your weakness is sickening.. He found hiself longing for his mothers cruel words and soothing touch. They had ostracized him, and sent him to live alone or die trying. Not even Lord Bradock talked to him..if anyone he needed he needed him.. to save him from his own personal persecution. “Lord please don’t abandon me!!” he felt himself scream out from the tops of his lungs, the sound echoing everywhere. He cluctched his neck with clawed hands and stoped alltogeather, feeling over his throat. “The wounds...there gone....” He immediately fell back apon his knees and prayed, thanking the highest for such a thing. He did not deserve it.. he sinned.. he slept with Trunks...he killed Gohan.. yes.. thats what he was begining to see.. he killed Gohan.. that night.. when saiyian god poured out their rain apon the trees.. when it was cold and damp.. and torches burned and ki flyed. When hatred was renewed..“Kasan.. Im hungry...” he said and held his small stomach as they sat in their house among the trees. Chichi stared at him with venom in her stare and said nothing, her dark red kimono the only true color in the room. Her hair was black as all cats hair were, her eyes, pointy ears and tail the color of the sky. His mother was a hateful woman, she hated her children. And that was accepted. He hated her. They both did. She rarely fed them and punished them for being togeather. She didnt like them togeather.. she had visions from Lord Bradock.. Gohan was a incestuous poison.. slept with him when he was only 8. He remembered her saying that to him. But he didnt mind. Gohan looked at him with his chocolate like eyes. He always liked his eyes..they were warm and his voice was comforting. “ I know where I can get something..” the 10year old whispered and flicked his tail over Gotens cheek while their spiteful bitch of a mother was out the room. “Okay.. dont leave too long okay? She will notice..” Sent him out in the rain.. they could never go out in the rain.. it was acidic to their skin.. he watched as his brother crept out the house and out into pain.. for him..****“So your telling me you freed my mother from Freeza..” “ Yes thats what Im saying. There is some senister things going on.. I dont know what.. you two need to be careful.. the gods are being unforgiving..”"I do not fear them...they are nothing to me.." Trunks said with a defiant grin. It was true. They meant nothing to him.. he worshipped the prince, he saught forgiveness from the prince.. the prince was his savior. He tugged his pants up, sticking his blood covered cock back in them, abit annoyed with the encounter now. " I have heard the whispers of priests and that of officals.. something is going to happen.. and if you dont watch out you are going to be caught in the mix. Your mother.. tell her to meet me here at midnight.. come with her.. "" Are you asking us to leave the palace for some bullshit superstition you have? Why should we?"The scared man was getting more than alittle pissed off at this kid. He had no idea the things that were happening around him. He felt something.. " Look.. you may not know about yourself.. but your mother does.. you have the devils heritage boy. Whatever you have in that palace is holding you back from your true potential. Trying to keep you from being who you are. If you want to know exactly what you can do, meet me tonight.. and bring your mother.. " he said and he was off. He knew what he was doing.. it was wrong.. but they needed to reunite... all of them.. it was time to repay debts. To make amends. He walked back from the trees and into the streets, gathering things he needed. Things everyone did. Passed by the spar 'she' was in. He needed her. A group of men were crowded in a circle as they watched the spar, the one called the 'Man Killer'. A woman that spared with only men. She had a trade mark. After every spar she would rip the tail from her apponet, the wound would be so horrific, that who ever the unfortunate person was, they would never be able to mate again. Forcing them to either be submissive to a male, or being alone. Yamacha watched her, his hands in the dark green pockets of his pants, not even bothering to cover up his bloody face. He would wear it proudly. " Get him!! Get him!!" some of them cheered. He had to laugh at that. It was alright until it was them in that circle, dancing with her. Her sparing partner jabbed at her and punched her in the face, in his desprate attempts to hurt her. Desprate. She smirked and licked the blood from her lips, eying her cheering section and firing a ki blast the size of half a small planet at him, leaving him bloody and unable to move. She stepped on his back with her pointy boots and curled his redish brown tail around her hand before yanking it hard, the man crying out, a bit of bone leaving with his beautiful tail. They all winced and she stood up right with a smirk, breaking everybone in the torn appendage before tossing it on the ground. She walked over to Yamcha and grinned. " Glad you came you bastard.""Well I was kicked in the ribs, and I dont want to end up like that poor man.." he said with a grin. " Prisma.. must you hurt them so badly.. he wont be able to walk.."She didnt even entertain the question.. he knew very well why she did that to them. They walked to a small club hidden in some abandon shops and went in to dark music and even darker looking people, lights flashing on them every so often. They sat down and got a drink. " So whats going on.. you never come to my spars.. " Prisma said, taking her hair out of her pony tail and the choker from around her neck. " I need you.. I have found the icejin princess.. she has had a son.. " " What? The woman you called Bulma? What do you need me for?" Yamcha looked to her. She was not his offspring. He found her.. in the woods.. left to die.. her tail cut completely off.. eyes red as blood. When he picked her up she wailed and prismatic streams of light shot from her, and then everything fell silent. Not even his breath hitched. But as she looked up at him, her little eyes were black again, and he kept " Prisma" as his own. "We need to repay our debts. To repay the ones that have wronged againt us." Everyone had a score to settle, everyone had a bruise to repay. She knew this. But didnt think she had anything to do with his. She didnt know who left her to die, she didnt know who raped her of her beautiful tail. That would always be a mystery. But she owed him. From days when she wasnt this woman men feared, when she was the little boy with the uneven hair. When she was bloody and when she couldnt go on. " Alright father.." she said finally and tipped a drink. "Good.. " he replied and stood up, leaving the festering ses pool of young saiyians and walked down the dusty streets to the temple of the gods. The priests reveared him as a honorable man, one who feared and obeyed the gods, who suffered for the rightious cause, his entire family wiped out. Someone who daily worked to kill the creatures that infested their home planet. They did not know the part of him that bought the oranges in the morning. They did not know the man that questioned his faith at night. The temple was white. That color. White signified purity, signified a clean spirit. A clear consious. It made you feel dirty like you were covered in mud as you walked in. Not even a scrap of peeled paint on those walls. Pictures of saiyian gods, crosses from the saiyain crucifiction.. he bore one now. A cross. over his left side of his face. Not a battle scar. A mark from the gods. The ceiling of the holy place was of black ivory and gold.Black meant something dark and senister..and gold represented greed.The colors always pigued him as peculiar for that house of the gods, not a spot of red. No glory. He kneeled before the shrine and prayed for forgiveness for what he was about to do, and for things pass did. He didnt want to.. it was something he was raised to do. It was a obsession they all had, trying to come closer to their 'saviors' to become more blessed. Even as this was done he felt like he told his enemy his plan to kill him. He hoped, no he prayed that wasnt true.***He was seeing the cell in a new way today.. the shakles around his wrists and ankles were strange and cool. He stared down at his nakedness, at sweaty skin and at the small drips of blood droping from his forehead. No way out.. no one knew about this cell.. no one. It was behind a wall, concealed and hidden from all the others.. it was dark.. no. No one knew about this cell save for the rats that fed on the fesis and the flys that survived on the dry blood in the cracks of stone. They were soon becoming his companions. Something crawled down the small of his back and he groaned at the feeling. It was disgusting.Getting out wasnt a yes or no option. He had to get out. People wouldnt understand.. no one understood him. None of them did. They saw him as a monster, they didnt see the beauty. They didnt see the perfection. Everyone was impertinet, they were too ignorant to see his vision, but they would soon. As soon as he got free. They would all see his vision. He would take the head of the king and use it as his foot stool. He would have respect. He would have it all...**They crept in the shadows, waited for their pray.. and attacked. Brutally. Ate until they were full and content, then dragged the carcass to hang infront of the temple steps. No one saw them. They were cloaked beauties, they wernt seen. The priest came out and behold their masterpiece, their catch, their prize, and collapsed. News swept fast, the head advisior to the king brutally murdered, mutalated and feasted on in some parts. It had begun. On Goku. "What a wonderful day for a feast. Dont you think?" the prince grinned at his pale father as he sipped some wine. " This isnt a joking matter!! We could be next. Their is something going on.. from the looks of the body.. you'd think that..." " Think that what? That Bradock was back? Father you cant be serious.." The king was extremely serious. The body was carved in the same manner as he late mate, the face completely torn away. This was disturbing the people. There was something going on, and he did suspect the hands of the gods to be behind it. " Damnit.. we can not sit her and let this go unsolved.""Why dont you call whats left of your advisiors?" The king glared at his son. He didnt know what was with him, they never talked, and he never known his son to joke so much or be interested in the affairs of the throne. He kept a close eye on him. " Are you drugged? You should retire, I dont want anyone seeing how much of a disgrace your becoming." " I think Ill stay. Im not drugged, Im fine. I think its time I learn the ropes, dont you? Just in case.." the aire said with a grin, which made his fathers eyes widden. " What are you suggesting!" "That you show me how this king thing works. I am the prince. I should know whats going on with all these killers around...afterall...I am the future of Vegetasei....we wouldnt want the future to become the past."****************************************That prince doesnt seem to princely to me. What do you think? Have you figured it out? Read the next chapter!Liked it reveiw, didnt like it reveiw. I want to knowPrisma Kakkerra ^.^