Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Daughter of the Moon ❯ Introduction ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Things you might want to know before you begin: It can get really violent, evil, and abusive! It’s a little dark, so if you were looking for a happy story… you may want to go search for something else. But if you like this kind of stuff, by all means stay! I believe in happy endings! XD But let’s see… child abuse, abuse, abuse… and um… racism. Against aliens. It has a very sexual atmosphere.

Pairings : Kakarot/Chichi, Gohan/Videl, Vegeta/Bulma, maybe others but they are pending.

Story will contain these characters: Kakarot, Gohan, Piccolo, Krillin, Chichi, Videl, Bulma, Vegeta, Trunks (except he will be Gohan's age), Bardock, Nappa, Raditz, and the rest are pending. No original characters will be major characters... only there at times.

Goku is OoC. This is ‘Kakarot’. Most characters are pretty normal, although some will be a little different at times. Gohan will start out as twelve.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragonball Z! And I never will!

There is nothing anymore.

There was another crash followed by a boom. The red sky was swallowing the raging battle. The explosions continued as the warriors continued there fight.

But why? What’s the point? There is no purpose.

A large red moon sat in the light sky. It’s red was darker than the background it sat in. It had grown to an enormous size and was planted in the center of the sky.

I don’t really know how it happened.

Rays of light shot through the red sky. The tails vanished as soon as the tips exploded. Several dark haired men fell still out of the sky. The dead men hit the ground while making a light thump that no one could hear.

Why does it have to hurt so much… why do I hurt so much…

The sky began to weave above the flying warriors. Ripples made there way around the dark red moon. There was a deep rumble as the ground shook. The warriors ignored the growling as if they could not hear it. A white light began to emerge from the moon. The form came closer and closer, revealing the stature of a woman. Her form was faint as it stood miles away against the moon.

Have I…seen this before?

The ground shook again once a wailing cry screeched through the air. Windows broke but went unnoticed by the fighters. The female voice continued to scream and was left unnoticed. The white figure against the moon vanished.

How can they not hear? If it happens again my ears will bleed…

The woman was completely gone. The fighters continued to fight… the on going battle ceased to come to a stopping point.

Must I… must I continue to live like this? Why do I feel so alone, so empty inside myself?

More explosions. More bloodshed, violence, and death.

Is this what am I? A man who fights for nothing and is only a servant of death?

The moon grew darker and the ground shook as it neared closer to the ground. The fighting continued like nothing had happened. The sky began to weave and ripple once more, like a giant red sea.

A wish. Your deepest and largest desire can be granted by the moon. But how? How can find a way to speak with moon…

The sky began to darken and become black. The world continued to fight as the charging moon was left unnoticed.

But who will pay the price in the end? This wish has a price…

The moon edged closer and closer, until the sky was completely taken by it’s mass. Fire emerged as the planet began to deteriorate.

Destruction.

The world faded away into darkness. Everything now was silent.

-

This place smells like shit.

The floor was rock hard and cold beneath him. He heard the deep voices of the prisoners in the cells next to his own. His dark hair was a mess as he laid still on the cell’s floor. He felt a cold liquid run along his forehead. He was bleeding.

What happened?

There was a laugh across the cell. It was a rough and scratchy voice.

He slid his eyelids open and his dark eyes met with a giant bald man’s face. The man was sitting on the cell’s bed with one arm draped over his knee.

“Fancy that, didn’t think I’d be meeting you here.” His breath smelled rancid. “The mighty Kakarot, laying in a bloody mess on Vegeta’s prison floors! Ha ha!”

Kakarot closed his eyes and groaned. Now I remember what happened.

He pushed himself off the floor as he realized how heavy his body felt. He touched the cold spot on his head and felt the liquid on his hand. He pulled it to his face. His hand was coated in dark cold blood.

He turned his head back to the smiling bald man. He ignored him as he observed his surrounding cell.

“Kakarot! Don’t even think about it. After the last shit you pulled they made sure you were in a… special cell.” He grinned as Kakarot turned to face him. “Just accept that you’re nothing more than the rest of us here. You’re scum, Kakarot!”

Kakarot smirked as he let his eyes wander over the green light screen that covered his exit. A black box with a blinking green light sat next to his cell.

He closed his eyes and in a mere second was standing on the other side of the cell. He turned back to look into the empty cell.

He turned to the bald man and smiled. “You see, Nappa, this things are always worth shit. I‘m surprised you used to be such a high class, but now… you can’t even find a way out of that?” The spikey dark haired man turned away. Nappa beat his fist into the floor.

“I can get out of here whenever I feel like it, Kakarot!”

“Sure…” He began to walk away from the prison cells as the other saiyans began to yell and beat against there cage doors.

Nappa stood up while clenching his fists. “You’re going to pay for that shit, Kakarot!”

Kakarot knew well enough why Nappa wouldn’t break out, but Kakarot had no respect for the royal family like he did. His goal wasn’t to find a way to some position with the royals. He wanted something more.

Nappa struck the ground as a slender man watched him. He turned his eyes upon the mischievous looking figure. “And what the hell are you looking at?”
“Nothing,” the small man said. His voice was quiet but clear. “Just wondering how it is you’ve come across him.”

Nappa glared. “What kind of a dumbass question is that? He’s Kakarot. I’ve gone on all kinds of stupid missions to throw him back in this heap. He’s the damn reason I’m here.”

“Sorry, didn’t know you had such a rivalry.” Nappa narrowed his eyes. The boy had lime green eyes under his hair.

“Who the hell are you… you can’t be a saiyan.” The lime eyes met his again.

“I am. I’m half. Remember that war with those strange looking people? Well… that’s when it happened.” Nappa laughed as the man looked away.

“That would explain a lot. Nothing special about any shitty half breeds.”

He smiled. “Maybe. But I want to know something. Why is it that you want to kill Kakarot so badly?”

“I never said I wanted to kill the guy.” Nappa closed his eyes while grinning.

“I find that it’s very apparent.”

Nappa whipped his head around to face the slender kid. “I don’t need any smart ass comments,” barked Nappa. “Because the guy’s full of shit, that’s why! He deserves to rot in this place even more than you do. Stupid bastard thinks he’s gonna find the moon girl… thinks he can disown any saiyan laws and get away with it.”

“Yes, the Moon Lady… I heard him mumbling in his sleep. He said her name a lot…”

Nappa spit on the wall in his cell. “Dumb bastard. He’s an idiot.”

“I heard he has a son. He’s been winning quite a few competitions in the palace.” The kid crossed his arms and stared at the wall.

“Ha! That little brat? He’s only there for entertainment. Eventually he’s gonna get killed. No one ever told Kakarot about it. But why would they? The guy breaks every freaking rule in the book!”

“What do you think Kakarot would do if he knew?”

Nappa was silent and turned to the lime eyed child again. “You seem very interested in him. What the hell is with all the damn questions?”

The kid smiled and looked away. “The Moon Lady… it all seems so interesting. I mean, Kakarot… well, anyone after the Moon Lady isn’t as simple as black and white, you know?”

Nappa stared. “Maybe… but the Moon Lady story is nothing more than fairy tale garbage. How the hell something like that came upon the saiyans leaves me clueless…”

“I guess.” From then on they didn’t say another word to each other. The lime eyed child leaned back and closed his eyes, entering sleep.

-

A young woman with long silky hair carried a small tray through the dark hallway. A few saiyans standing at the end talked while keeping an eye on her.

After a few more doors she came across the room she wanted. There was a small black box next to the handle. After a few button combinations the door opened and she went inside.

She walked in as the young boy sitting on the bed stared at the floor. He was unaware of her presence. The door closed behind her and this time he heard her come towards him.

He made a sudden jump that caused him to tug on his chain. An instant shock surged through his body, making him yelp in discomfort. He squeezed his eyes shut while turning his head when she approached.

“Don’t be scared, sweetheart.” She ran a hand over the side of his head. He turned his head away further. She couldn’t see his face now. She pulled her hand away and watched him.

He kept his head turned. She pulled her hand close to his leg. Once he felt the fingertips touch him he jumped, only to yank on his restraint again.

Another zap flew through his body. He cried out but shut his mouth just as quick. She smiled as she pulled the tray closer to him.

“Honey, you shouldn’t pull on it like that… it only makes things worse.”

“Please… just go away…”

“You need to eat, Gohan.” She pulled the tray in front of him and set it on his lap. “Go ahead… you know you have to. Do you want to go out there starving? It might cost you your life.”

He stared down at the tray. He could feel his eyes burn as the water began to drown them.

“Maybe that would be better.”

He felt her fist crash into his jaw. He pulled his hand to his chin once her fist was pulled back. He knew it would happen. It was mild compared to some of the other things she had done.

“Shut your mouth and eat!”

This time he didn’t hesitate to start. He picked up some of the food and placed the contents in his mouth. It was warm but he knew it was crap compared to what everyone else in the palace ate. He looked down at the brown lumps as he chewed the food. He was unsure of what it even was.

His heart pounded as the girl crossed her legs and leaned back on the bed.

“Oh, Gohan… I really love this bed.”

He stared at his food as his chest pounded. This woman was no better than any other of his caretakers. He hated her.

She watched him as his chewing slowed down. His hair was messy and unclean. His facial features were sharp, his chin and nose lines being very definite.

“Gohan… have I ever told you how cute you are?” She pulled her hand closed to his cheek and stroked him lightly with her fingers. His skin was dirty but warm against her. She felt him wince as she brushed some of the locks out of his face. “Gohan?”

“Yes… you’ve told me a lot…” He stared at the remaining lumpy food. It was stiff as it floated in the greasy slop.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

He blinked as he turned his head, trying to avoid her eyes.

“Look at me, sweetie.” He felt her cold hand cup his chin and turn his head towards her. She lifted his head till their eyes met. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

“I…”

She glared at him. If he made her upset he knew she would hit him. But he couldn’t tell her he thought she was pretty. He didn’t and he knew what she would do if he did.

“So, what are you saying, Gohan? I’m ugly?”

“No… I…” He jumped back as she edged closer to him.

“Oh… so you do think I’m pretty, huh?” She smiled as she edged closer to the smaller boy. She pulled the tray out of his lap and set it against the small table next to the bed. He was only a child being almost thirty years younger than her. But it was the least of her concerns. She knew she could do whatever she wanted to him.

“Please, I don-”

She pressed the top of her body against him while silencing him with a kiss. She felt his body tense up as soon as she crushed herself against him.

“Mmm… it’s funny, they never thought you would be so strong…” She ran her hand under his shirt and trailed her fingers over his stomach. “You’re so brave and powerful out there, sweetie. I hate thinking of you dying and me not being able to see you anymore…”

Oh please stop… I hate this… I don’t want to do this… why can’t you leave me alone?

She began to run her fingers over the rest of his body as she kissed him. He wasn’t in saiyan armor, only a white shirt and dark pants. Some people just weren’t worth it.

She began to fiddle with the buttons on the front of his shirt. She used only her index finger and thumb to slide each button loose from it’s hole.

“Gohan… I think we’re going to take this a step further this time. This could be the last time we get to have fun and I want to feel all of you…”

He began breathing harder. He didn’t know what she meant. Could she actually make this worse that it always had been?

She began to undo her shirt and slide it off, revealing her two breasts wrapped in a her black bra. She smiled down at him as he shut his eyes. She always made him do this part.

She spread both halves of his shirt to the side. She reached behind her back and pulled off the black clothing after a few snaps. She ran her hands along the sides of Gohan’s body as she pressed her top to his. He felt her two soft bulbs press against his flat chest. He squeezed his eyes shut as he continued wishing it would be over soon.

“God… you’re always such a good boy…” She moaned quietly above him as she forced his hands along her skin. She kissed him again. A long, deep kiss.

There was a loud knock on the door.

“Miss Kreda! We need you out here at once!”

She immediately pushed herself off the young boy. “Oh, shit!”

She grabbed her clothing and began to redress. She was lucky enough to have only undone her bra and shirt.

The tray was in her hands and flipped over, pooring the food out on the table. She gave Gohan a hard stare.

“Make sure it’s all gone!” It was harsh whisper as she ran to the door. The knocking became louder.

“I’m here, I’m here!” She opened the door to the two saiyans who had been down the hall. “Ha ha, sorry, it took him awhile to finish. Slow eater.” They stared at her but nodded as she walked out of the room.

It was quiet now and Gohan laid still while staring at the ceiling. He rolled over as he pushed the soggy food down on to the floor. He curled up into a small ball while hugging his knees. He left his shirt undone as he sobbed quietly to himself in the dark room.

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