Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Trills for my Priecious ❯ Chapter 5

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

Man. To say its been a long time is a understatement. Anyways, Enjoy. Strangeness. The bastard prince crept back into the castle unnoticed, the blood on his clothes ignored. Something was going on, and Trunks hadnt a clue. ' Maybe scarface was right..' he cursed himself for thinking such a thing. No. He wasnt right. No one was right except for his father. He contemplated on the way back whether he should tell his mother of his encounter with her old savior, and decided he wanted to know what the man had to offer him. The usually empty hallways were filled with rushed scared servants, scrambling to get prepared for something he had no clue about. One bumped into him and he growled. " How dare you.. do you know who I am.." The man stopped to laugh and went back on his way. Such lack of respect. He was a prince of all saiyans..he was special. A growl poured from his throat and he turned the corridor to meet a flat sturdy chest, taunt with all muscle. Blue eyes stared into lighter blue ones and a blush ran across his face. Surely, this must be a god. He fell to his knee's at the others feet, ad when a hand was placed on his shoulder, he stuttered out. " Kid Im nothing to bow to." A husky voice spoke out, uneven hair stouting out in numerous spikes of ebony gold glory. The teen stood up and was captivated by the others looks. He looked like sin. " Be careful little prince.. I wouldnt want you to get into trouble.. " A gasp left Trunks and he ran down the hall. " Who the hell was that?!" He didnt even bother. He didnt want to know anymore. He had a anwser in his mind. He was god and he had come to show him pain and punishment. With a slip he fell into the darkness of the room he shared with his mother and stared at her haggard apperance. She looked like shit. Compared to that god down the hall, everyone looked like shit. "Tonight we go on a walk mother.." The blue haired woman stared at her son with puffy eyes. She had been crying, like the weakling she was percieved to be, long hair covering the numerous bruises she had recieved over time. She wore a black servant dress and shoes, and as she looked at him, he thought she was death itself. " What do you mean?" " Just know that we are taking a walk later, so clean yourself up and stop crying like some weak thing. " He pitied her but it was her own damn fault. She disobeyed over and over, she finally got broken and now she didnt have any fucking will power. Some ghastly creature roaming the earth. If only she had listened to Prince Vegeta then she wouldnt be in this condition. He loved to play mind fuck games, he would tear your soul out if you let him. And for that he loved his father, his god. He was pure evil. Pure sin. **Sky blue eyes turned and watched the younger man flee with a sense of restraint. What a beautiful child. Inside he was screaming, inside he was dying completely. Let me out.. please let me go... it hurts..You are too weak to carry on, no I can not allow you to continue and ruin what fate has in storeInner tormoil twisted his stomach in nots and the other half of him enjoyed it. Pay attention my darling, we are making history and writing it in blood. His tall form walked calmly through the halls in a lesser position, now jet black ebony hair and eyes adressing strange looks and callus stares. They didnt know him. They had no right. When he was out of sight he turned toward the meeting in the royal throne room. He could see through the peeks in the door that the debate was heavy. "Hellish paradise..""Sire we can't just pull an anwser out of the air! ""And we also cant sit here while more people die!" the king spat, about to save the canabil the trouble and slaughtering the advisor now. They were his right hand.. and everyone of them were pussies. Not one had the balls to defend their rights to live. They were cowards. One, who was at the table spoke loud to silence all, his long raven hair sweeping to the cold dusk of the floor. " My lord.. allow me to express my view. I agree with you. I beleive Bradock.. is alive and behind this attack. As General I will show you what my mind sees. I see the him as intelligent. He knows why and who he picked for a reason. Geni was shifting out the royal treasure and giving it to the church as atonement for defiling the priests wife. We were going to obtain him at the exact time the murder occured. By the time we reached him.. it was too l ate." The king narrrowed his eyes and took in the soliders information. The advisors started to murmur and talk about it questionablely. "Also, take notice of the markings engraved on Geni's chest... to those that sin for pleasure die in pain, for those to steal to conceal... die in vein." The prince was hiding his smirk. Die in vein. Heh. " He's a poetic bastard isnt he. Radditz stared at the arrogant prince. " My lord its a clue..." " What can can you conduct from this?" The saiyan king wanted to know. The smell of death was not one he wanted around. It was fowl and assulted the senses so gravely that it would give you a migrane. The general stood and his long brown tail swished around his thigh as he did. " Lets think about it. To those that sin for pleasure die in pain, for those who steal to conceal it, die in vein...."The priest...he is the next target!" the king shouted and everyone stood astounded. They all stood and the soliders imediately went to the church, pray to the all merciful gods that they wernt too late. The king sat shaken of his revelation. "That son of a bitch is toying with us..." The prince could only laugh. " No dear father, he's toying with you. " He stood and walked out leaving the king afraid of his own fucking shadow. He noticed the eye peering at the crack of the door had disappeared. "I see you decided to come out and play. Are you ready? Its raining beautiful. Lets go have some fun. " **Mother and son walked through the cold passes of the forest, both slick and shivering from the bitterness of the nights wet chill. They wore cloaks to be unseen but even though he were hid well, Trunks knew that gods saw everything. Watched everything. He bet his father, lover, his god was watching them now, and a sound lashing awaited him when they returned. 'Fuck I was stupid to leave.' he told himself, but stopped in his tracks. He smelled the older man from earlier. Bulma obviously smelled it too because she shook violently, and it wasnt from the cold. Her violent eyes widened and she stuttered out. " Ya..Yamcha..." As if right on que the scared man walked up, along with three others, all wearing dark clothing. " Princess.. its been along time.." *****"Please let me go!!" The man screamed bloody murder. Which was what was about to occur. Grins were on their faces. They loved this game. Played it in their sleep and it was in their dreams. Hunting night. Night of Goku. What a beautiful night Goku was. Dark and dreary and wet and cold. Rain. Father hated the rain. But they loved it. As if on demonic action they shifted with heady movements toward the kill, the helpless man scrawling on the floor away, with only his hands his mobililty. They had cut his legs off already. A manic laughter left him and he kneeled down infront of the man, and he sure as pissed right there in his torn pants. Those eyes....those horrible eyes... "Let that be a lesson. Dont try to play the hero. The hero always gets eatten. " The poor creature sobbed. He had that feeling. That terrible ache that you had when you knew you were going to die. The gods wernt on his side. He began to pray over and over. "Kami help me Kami help me!" Hn. The evil creature stood and stepped on the mans crotch, rubbing his foot deep into the sensitive area. " I am god bitch." "What are we going to do with him? We came for what we want.." "Hm.. are you hungry? Take his eyes." General Radditz rushed into the high priests bedchambers to behold a sleeping form. The entire room looked peaceful, there was not one thing out of place. Except the smell.. the smell of blood... All of the soliders hair stood on end at the smell. Something was dead in here, and it wasnt the priests " What in the name of Bejitta?!" The priest shot up and gripped his sheets in a blurr, his white bed attire giving him a air of cleaniness around their darkness. " General, whats the meaning of this?!" "Do you not smell that? Something is dead in here and its not you!" he shot at the dumbfounded priests, but saw a horrified look on his face. There behind him was something stabbing, and it was slightly discomforting. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and he began to shake, body soon falling forward as the long ivy in his spine was revealed to all in the room, and the seeping blood moving through a small tubular line down to the floor where it lead to the closet. Radditz slowly opened the closet door and they turned away from the sight as the priests adulterous wife lay hung, her through impaled by a clothes hanger, hanging her bloody body on the rack. Her face was carved and bloody words spilled over her, her womanly flesh ripped to her bloody backside. Not much was left of her stomach but one thing was to be noticed.Her eyes were gone. Then they heard a unholy scream like none ever heard before, such a violent sound it was that it broke the glass around them. They rushed to the gates where they saw the poor guard, eyes gone but still alive as he clawed at his face in anguish. " KAMI HELP ME!!!!"The general kissed his cross and sent his ki to the mans head. Rest in peace. ****Darkness. And rain. How befiting for such a night. Goten still laid apon his knees in prayer, speaking to his merciful god. " Bradock.. please show me the way.... please..."From the bloodiness of their union the dark creature spoke, looking over at the other, who was admiring a pair of dark colored eyes in his hands. " You know the way kitten, you lack the will to follow it.."The teen clutched his sides and his pointy ears tilted back at the fierce of the rain. " I do not know the way... Im ashamed.. show me how to seek redemtion..." What a sinful little one you are.. do you not know how to find me?Those words he heard. Never before had he heard a reply from his god.. not like that. He sat on his haunches in his tree home and looked toward the small shrine infront of him. " The sky my lord.. but I am not saiyan.. I can not fly to you.."Do you question my judgement kitten?That was something he definetely didnt want to do. He wanted to show he would be faitful to his merciful kami.. because fate was at the end of his precious tale, and he never could see it. He was afraid of what was going to happen to him now.. now that he had committed such a horrible sin against god. A god who had been lient for far too long with him. He should have killed him. Killed him like he killed Gohan. And then he saw it. Something so pure and unhate filled he stood up and began to climb his tree in the rain, the water making his skin burn. Tears streamed down his face and he continued, the hue of a cloudy moon drenching his burning wet skin as he screamed, at the top of the forest, he saw everything.. he saw.. a dark figure.. poise and strong.. flying in the air. " Bradock...." it was all he could take before he began to fall backwards, seemed like he was floating amoung the hateful trees that whipped and lashed at his already burned skin. Trunks looked up and groaned as he fell back, a hurt cat in his arms. The others gasped and he growled. " Goten whats your problem?!" "You know him?!" the princes mother stood shocked but as Yamcha saw the child unconsious in his lovers arms, he knew it was time to explain. They moved to a dryer part of the forest, and since the rain had stopped, they made a fire. The blue haired woman was egdy. She hadnt left the castle in so long.. she forgoten what it felt like to have fresh air. A frowning woman stared at the two light haired half breeds. " So this is her huh? And thats her kid. " " Yes. This is Prisma, she is my daughter." Bulma nodded but Trunks snorted. She didnt smell like a woman. " More like your son. " Spiky long black hair stood on end and Prisma smirked. " Not that you'd have a problem with that little prince. " Yamcha ignored the comments and introduced the others. " I believe you already know Krillin and Napa.." The icejin princess nodded. Her son however arched his brow. " You are one of the royal guards.." Napa was a bulk of saiyan, he had no hair, and was merely a giant. He looked as if he could crush Trunks like a tooth pick . Behind his dark clothes he could tell a ton of muscles were begging to break through. The other how ever...was most strange. He was short and small, obviously not saiyan, and had no nose to his name. It was unnerving to even look at him. He had dark dots apon his forehead and no hair to his name. " What the fuck is that?" the lavendar haired prince spouted rudely. Krillin was used to this. " I am a monk from the planet Seras.. " he said simply. "Now if your done with your questions. We all know why we are here.. Bradock is loose.. and your father is the one that set him free Bulma. " She frowned. " He must have escaped.. he wouldnt let his favorite pet leave so willingly.." She remembered Bradock. He was... a most unusual creature. He was saiyan but also half Serasian, and possesed strong mental abbilities..and other things.. he could do with his mind.. were sickening. He was given to her father Friezza as a gift for peace by the saiyan people. The icejin used his new toy but thats not what he wanted. He wanted the saiyian prince...and he had had him, and produced an air with him. She was the product. And he had wanted the now monkey king again. Thats how the war began. As tradition, the first prince of Vegetasie was to be given to the icejin king to have. To torture. To feast apon. But it hadnt happen like that. The then king Vegeta had given his son but his son had fought and escapped after being raped repeatedly for 5 days. And when he got home, he had his father assasinated. But of course no one knew about that. No one knew about Bradock. No one knew about the deal and know one knew about her and Trunks. They just assumed they were some mutts. Half breed half ass not worth anything. She felt her anger rise and so did her strenght. "Either way he has escaped.. and although his vengance was just when he killed the kings wife, it isnt just for him to begin the killing spree. We cant have him murdering the innocent. If he kills the king the entire race will be in a hell of alot of trouble. " Prisma ran a hand through her hair and slouched, her skirt rising above a masculine thigh. " Not to mention we'd all be dead. The only misfit he wants around is his self so he can proclaim to be some god. " "Your right. And we want him silenced. We dont care what you monsters bill is for killing him, but we want him dead. He is a blemish on our race's history. He must be destroyed. " Krillin added, not concerned about the growls he recieved. He was better than they. He was Holy and pure. He wasnt a half breed, he was of a superior race and the only thing that was stopping Seras from becoming a euthopian society was Bradock. His mother had been slain along time ago.. and for it he raged war on their kings mind. He would not stand for it any longer. Now was the time to end his disgusting existance. Sin. It was what held them all together. Sinned in being born, sinned in treatury, sin in failure. The cat stirred and found himself bound by rope at his hands and feet. He growled and lashed but fell over to his side, face landing in Trunk's lap. " Let me go you devil!" he commanded and saw the fire. Where they actually thinking of eating him? " Shut the hell up." The prince said and the cat hissed. He saw the other. Saiyans killed. Saiyians made him kill his only brother. "Fuck you. Let me go before I tear you to shreads!" The others stared at him as he was back handed. " I said shut up and behave." It seemed to work because the cat stopped moving, and just layed there with his head in his lap, glaring daggers at the scared man, a welp forming on his cheek. Smooth fingers ran through his hair and he wanted to die for his weakness. How could he have betrayed his god again. He started to cry when he heard silky voice like whispers through his subconsious. Be still my precious kitten. Stay with the demons.. find out their plans. Dont say anything to them about me... " How are we going to trap him? " The man killer said, watching the swishing lavendar tail of the prince's. What a beautiful tail on a even beautiful boy.. he wouldnt mind feeling that between his fingers.. but she' wouldnt mind breaking it in two. " We must go to the land grave jungle.. that is where I believe he has been hiding. " Napas eyes went wide and for the first time tonight, he spoke, and spoke loud. " Are you serious?! The entire thing is a grave! There are creatures there that eat saiyan flesh!" Krillin sniffed the air and stared at Goten in disgust. " There are creatures that eat flesh out here as well." Bulma shook her head. " Were just going to go in there and try to kill him? He's too dangerous.. he would eat us all before we could fight. " "No, we will need more time for this, and something from the royal jail... this is where you and your son come in. " The two looked at each other and stared. " I cant go back there... " the blue haired slave whispered, her eyes were low. Where she gave birth and lost her soul. " I cant go fucking back there Yamcha." The scared man hissed. " Do you forget who you owe your life to? Just think about it, how many saiyian children will Freizza mutalate and fuck when his pet gives them over? Thats whats going to happen. After he takes over, he's going to feed us to his fucking master. Then youll be back there. Do you want to go home princess? Do you miss daddy?" A heat of rage rang through her and she turned fierce. " Who do I have to break out of jail..." ************On the throne, the king shook. Words of the murders on holy ground had him shaken up badly. He looked up to the black ceiling as if Bejita himself was staring from it. " God help us.." Silky lips brushed against his ear and whispered. " God doesnt give a fuck about us." He jumped out of his skin and turned to see his son menancing from behind him, wearing his upmost best. Not his usual battle armor. Not his usual smirk not his usual asshole disposition. "What has gotten into you Vegeta? You are not yourself. " he ground out. He really didnt want to have to kill his air. " Then who am I father. " " Your going to be dead if you dont leave my presence. I have no time for your war with words." The prince chuckled and put his hand over the kings thigh. " No? No time for me daddy? You never did have time for your little geta. Dont you love me any more?" The weary kings eyes widdened as a hand ran up between his legs. "Whats the matter father? Dont do well under pressure?" And with that the prince walked off, advisors pouring in the room unaware as to why their king was so deathly pale. ******************************************************Holy crap its a boy. XD. Am I the only one that feels Gotens pain? Did Bradock try to make him commit suicide or what? Liked review, didnt, still review, I want to knowPrismakakkerra ^.^