Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Daughter of the Moon ❯ Escape ( Chapter 4 )

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

The sky was another dark crimson. It was usually this color whenever Gohan was forced into the giant battlefield.

The air was hot and smelled like burnt rubber, but this was due to the thousands of saiyans (among other creatures) who were piled inside the large untidy stands. The arena stretched about five hundred meters and was surrounding by two large stands filled with the audience. The big arena was sized to be capable to hold any type of battle the king wanted to see. Gohan could feel the usual large kis that sat at the entrance to the battlefield. He could always recognize the king and his son, Prince Vegeta. There were always large kis scattered throughout the crowd, but none that Gohan could ever pick out.

“That’s King Vegeta, over there…” Nappa blinked and looked down at the lime eyed skinny child. He was pointing over towards the large royal stands that sat above the entrance. Prince Vegeta stood alongside his father as they stared down at the dusty battlefield. Gohan was standing emotionless at the center, a very faint figure to Nappa and the small child.

“Put your finger down.” Nappa smacked his arm sharply. The boy obeyed and turned away. “I know who they are. I’m there right hand man.” The boy nodded. He had already known that but wasn’t really pointing them out for Nappa to see. He was only upset to see them at the entrance.

“I’m sorry, sir,” he said.

Nappa watched the tiny Gohan as he stood still in the middle of the field. He didn’t look upset like he usually did. He didn’t seem scared.

“That boy down there… that’s him. Kakarot’s kid.” Nappa looked at the small half saiyan standing next to him. “See him?” The boy nodded.

“This isn’t right. He’s only a baby.”

Nappa grunted. “He’s twelve, perfectly fit for battle.” The demi saiyan said nothing else. “So, got a name, kid?”

“Er… no. I don’t. I lived in that prison ever since I was separated from my mom.” He looked down. He wasn’t embarrassed about it, but it hurt to think about.

“Well, good thing we got you outta there. Why don’t ya stick with me for now on, eh Kid?” The boy looked up at him. “I’ll train ya so King Vegeta will accept you as a warrior. Hope you don’t mind me calling you Kid.”

Kid’s lime eyes blinked rapidly. He nodded just as fast. “No, sir! I don’t mind at all!” He grinned up at Nappa in a way a son would look at his father. Nappa growled as he hit the young saiyan in the back.

“Don’t look at me like that. If you’re going to even be considered important among Vegeta than your gonna have to be tough.” Nappa crossed his arms. “No petty weaknesses, so don’t think I’ll be soft on you.”

He turned away with a hidden smile. He hadn’t expected Nappa to be so kind to him, even if he still seemed like a brute. Not all saiyans were bad guys. Well, not as bad as they were bad out to be.

Vegeta stood next to his father’s chair and studied the young saiyan who waited for his fight. “The kid seems a bit more confident today, Lord Vegeta.”

King Vegeta along with his son turned to look at the skinny dark haired female standing to the left of the seat. King Vegeta grinned as she walked to stand behind his chair. Her soft hands wrapped around both of his shoulders and squeezed, releasing and roping around them. His mouth curved as she massaged him more and more. His son looked away from the disgusting view. He didn’t understand how his father could accept any woman coming on to him like that.

“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it Kreda? The reason I haven’t called for you in awhile is that I’ve been busy with my grandson.” King Vegeta voice was similar to his son’s, except much smoother and felt a little more intimidating. His hair was a lighter shade of brown than his son’s and had a matching brown beard.

“I know how busy you are, my King.” Vegeta rolled his eyes. He was so sick of this woman.

King Vegeta grinned as she continued to massage his large body. He opened his eyes to look at his son who was staring off into the battlefield still.

“Kreda, I think Vegeta looks a little tense at the moment. I think he could use some satisfaction.” Kreda smiled as she took her hands away. She walked calmly over to the king’s silent son. Vegeta’s face crunched as he felt her presence behind him.

“Good day, my Prince. Let me help you feel a little better… I know your son will be out there today…” Kreda reached forward to weave her small hands around his shoulders in the same fashion she used on his father. However, the cranky saiyan prince didn’t allow her to touch him.

His arm whipped behind him and smacked Kreda’s hands away. Startled, she hopped back a step. “Keep your hands off me, you fucking whore!”

Kreda looked to her king who shooed her away with a flick of his wrist. She left without sending any glares, for she knew it would only lead her to trouble. King Vegeta focused on his son who was still staring at the dusty arena.

“You know, it would help you relax. She’s not bad.” His son replied with an unsatisfied grunt. He smiled as he ran his finger through the sharp bristles of his beard. “Prince Saiyan, don’t tell me you aren’t interested. If I’m not mistaken you haven’t had it since you met the female saiyan?”

Vegeta didn’t say anything to his father. Bulma wasn’t a saiyan. What was on his mind that day was just a simple plan to release some energy on the naïve girl. She was willing and they both had enjoyed it, but then she was pregnant. If he had known he was able to get a human pregnant, he probably would have protected himself. He had to lie about her race so Trunks could live.

The funny thing was, he wasn’t only thinking about the baby. For some reason he didn’t like the idea of something beheading the girl.

“It’s not that, Father. She’s just unattractive.”

“Many saiyans would disagree.” He moved his eyes over to the small saiyan standing center of the battlefield. “Saiyans only reject when they find a mate, or their mate dies. I’m starting to believe you’ve chosen.”

Vegeta could feel it rise from his stomach. It was the hot melting rage that he could never keep down when someone flipped the switch. Who he was. A sensitive switch that could be flipped by even a gentle breeze. He had a mighty temper.

“I will not choose some lowlife girl I found on the streets as my mate! Besides, I can’t stand the woman’s attitude. She rips my head off the moment I walk in to the same room with her.” The only part of Vegeta that moved were his eyes while the rest of his body was still as a statue. “Now when’s this stupid match going to start? My son needs to earn his rights and I’m so sick of that little brat out there. I’m sick of watching him every battle.”

“Relax.”

It was quiet then. Vegeta did calm down. His father was much calmer with him than he ever was with anyone else. When it dealt with others, he was always a force to be reckoned with.

-

Raditz led Eighteen to his dorm inside a large brown building. It was rundown looking, just like all of the other houses, and had an unfamiliar stench lingering around the walls. Eighteen was unaffected by the smell but was a bit disturbed by the disgusting appearance. Raditz ignored all of it as he made his way to his own special room.

They entered a small room that had a rotting door. Raditz shoved the sensitive wood aside and it smacked the wall as it opened for them. Eighteen entered quietly while taking a moment to study the room.

It was not as bad as she had expected. There was still the unusual smell and the walls and doors were in bad shape, but there was a comforting feeling to it. There was a lot of furniture. Three couches were stuck in the corners. They were all a different size, shape, and color. They were torn and patched, but they were clean enough to sit on. Tables were in all different parts of the room. On top of them were an assortment of antiques. Broken cups, tools, old books, and strange figurines were cluttering on top of all the small tables. On both sides of the room were two walkways, while one led to a dimly lit kitchen and the other hidden beneath a hanging blanket.

Eighteen was still absorbing her environment while Raditz stood with his arms crossed. “Looks like father hasn’t gotten back yet,” Raditz spoke while tapping his finger. “Follow me.”

Eighteen walked after him. She only had to step over a few things that were on the floor, but it was only a pillow and a cup that looked like it had fallen off one of the tables. Raditz pushed aside the blanket and entered a dark room. Inside was a large bed that had a small nightstand sitting next to it. A ball shaped lamp was centered in the middle of it. Raditz formed a yellow ball in his hand and let it drop into the dewdrop shaped appliance, allowing the room to be lit dimly.

The room had less tables and nothing was on the floor besides some old saiyan armor. The smell in this room was replaced with the crisp feeling air from the small open window. Eighteen looked outside and stared at the dark grey sky. The smell and temperature of the air indicated that it was going to rain soon.

“That’s odd… it’s usually red, isn’t it?” She wrapped her arms around her body. “God, it’s cold in here.” Eighteen was programmed for sexual pleasure, so she was also given the ability to not only see and hear, but also feel and smell.

“It is.” Raditz stared at her. “We go into a rain season on this planet. It happens about once every two months.”

Eighteen watched the clouds roll outside.

“It’s usually a happier time. Most saiyans like the rain, I suppose.”

It was true. Eighteen knew this was the time when the saiyans became more emotional than usual. She had heard of some unusual legend about the moon and the rain, but most people didn’t believe it.

Her thoughts were invaded when she felt the large saiyan twine his arms around her and pull her close. Instead of entering a ‘pleasing’ state, she started to feel slightly unwilling. To her… Raditz wasn’t…

“Let me keep you warm…”

She could feel his fingers press hard into her sides and his long furry tail tighten around her leg. She stood still has his fingertips tapped along her body.

“Wait… Raditz… I think I’ve changed my mind…”

There was a pause before he replied. “What?”

She tried to pull away from his grasp but he didn’t release her. For the first time in her short life, she felt nervous.

“I don’t think so.” He squeezed her tighter. He picked up on the small sweaty fear that emitted off her body. “You were built for pleasure, and you aren’t backing out on it. You’ll please me whenever I want it.”

She didn’t know why she didn’t want to, she just didn’t. The feeling had gradually been taking over for weeks. She couldn’t do it with just anyone anymore. She started to like people more than others. All of it began when she met Kakarot for the first time. What had he done to her? Was it because of how emotional he was?

She remembered how much he talked about that girl. Even in his sleep he spoke of her.

But his emotions couldn’t affect her, could they?

Her back was dropped on to the bed. Her eyes popped open to see the large saiyan sitting on top of her. It was just everything about him that she found unappealing. He was ugly.

Despite her protests, his large bulky form pressed down on top of her slim figure. She was unable to escape from his persistent kisses and touches, and now she could feel him removing her lower garments. Within seconds she felt his hips spread her legs and his lower body enter hers. His tail secured her leg to his hip and he began to move, a very familiar feeling but one that she wasn’t enjoying at all this time.

He tightened his tail around her as he groaned above her. He loved the feeling of her thick legs locked against his hips and his large erection sliding in and out of her wet body. She didn’t want to do it and he could see it in her eyes, but to him it made it all the sweeter.

“That’s right you fucking wench,” He grunted again. “I can’t believe you would argue with me. You were made for my pleasure and you’ll please me the moment I demand it!”

He grunted softly above her and she lay still, hoping that he would soon reach his release and it would be over with. His hands moved messily and roughly over her figure as he continued to steal satisfaction from her. Now it wasn’t so funny that she was teasing Kakarot. She’d much rather have been in his hands now than this. Maybe even the small friend he had with him. At least he was nice.

Raditz began to move faster as he realized she had given up. She didn’t protest to a single thing he said and didn’t fight his kisses or touches. He grinned as his body reached climax and he lost complete control. Once he finally had taken what he needed he collapsed on top of her as he ejected his thick liquid inside her. Eighteen stared blankly at the ceiling as Raditz breathed hard above her.

Once she had a chance, she’d escape and find a way to hide from him. There was no way she would be able to handle his treatment everyday.

-

“Well, Vegeta, let’s hope Trunks is ready,” King Vegeta said. He stood next to his son as they both stared at Trunks and Gohan standing in the center of the field. The two stared each other down as they readied themselves to fight.

Trunks felt shaky, but his mother’s words gave him confidence. I know I can do this. I can.

He noticed how still Gohan was. Gohan didn’t seemed worried in the slightest, but there was also an unusual look in his eyes. Trunks stared back into his blank eyes, feeling as though his stillness wasn’t coming from confidence.

Despite the blankness in his eyes, Gohan was aware of Trunks’ every move. “What’s up with you?” Trunks voice was a little shaky. Gohan narrowed his eyes when he asked.

“There’s no point in this.”

“There’s plenty of point. I’ll prove my worth.” It was what his grandfather had told him.

“What worth? How worthy you are to throw yourself in death’s path?” Gohan clenched his fist. “It’s stupid. All of it. Everything here is meaningless.”

“Think so, huh?” Trunks powered up to his max.

“We’ll see.”

“If killing you will let me see my mom again, then I’ll do it,” Trunks said. “No matter how meaningless it is.”

Gohan had been angry before only for the fact that Trunks seemed to have been fighting to show how good he was. But he wasn’t. He only wanted the opportunity to be with someone who cared about him and loved him.

“You… you want to do it for you mom?”

“Yes,” Trunks whispered.

Gohan gave a faint nod. “I see… then I hope you win.”

Trunks blinked in confusion. He stared hard at the other saiyan.

“Wha… what? Why?”

“I have nothing to live for… no one. At least you have someone to fight for.”

He paused. “But… what about your parents? Don’t you have a mom?”

“I don’t know.”

Nothing more was said once they large booms played in the background. This was there indication to battle, and the two of them recognized it immediately.

Trunks charged in a rush of panic and hope towards Gohan. Gohan stood in a defensive stance as Trunks started throwing punches rapidly towards his center. Gohan shut his eyes as he felt each explosive blow of pain from every one of the accurate punches. Trunks had been trained unlike Gohan, who had to learn on his own how to battle since he relied on it for his life.

Gohan thrust his knee forward and slammed into Trunks’ stomach. Trunks fell forward in a pause but couldn’t regain himself in time to deflect Gohan’s quick fist. He felt the knuckles smash the side of his face, followed by the rush of wind next to him as the power sent him sailing away.

He wasn’t able to make out where he was until his body smacked against the dirty ground beneath him. He bounced off again and rolled until the impact from the punch had finally slowed down. His body skid about two feet before coming to a complete stop. He could feel a burning scrape somewhere on his back but he was more concerned about the giant swelling on the side of his face. He sat up rubbing the stinging bulb only to notice his foe was charging at him again.

Trunks flung his fist forward and Gohan flew straight into it. He felt the pressure nail him hard in his stomach, but he grinned in satisfaction. At least Trunks could hold his own. At least he wouldn’t have to fight anymore.

Trunks spun his leg around in a full circle, smacking Gohan again in his stomach. Gohan sailed across the battlefield in the same manner as Trunks had before, but a shorter distance. He hit the ground and tumbled a few feet before laying still on the ground. Trunks hesitated to charge at his stiff form but did so after hearing the maniac screams from his father.

Once he reached Gohan he scored another kick beneath him, sending him tumbling up into the air and gradually back down to the ground. Gohan smacked the ground in a painful grunt while Trunks took after him again to land another hard blow. Gohan lay still while holding his stomach in his temporary paralysis. He didn’t have much of a choice but to take whatever else Trunks could dish out on him.

Trunks lifted his equally sized opponent by the shirt collar so that he would stand on his feet. He held him up as he kneed him in the same spot on his hurting stomach. A rush of burning acid flew through Gohan’s throat until a shot of dark red blood dashed from his mouth. It was no surprise that Trunks was fighting a little dirty, since he was trained by King Vegeta himself. He kept his grip on Gohan so that he could deliver him an army of punches while he was still immobilized. Gohan could feel each burning blow damage his body further and further. The pain was beginning to become unbearable, but he was helpless.

Trunks shot another forceful punch and Gohan was tossed on to his back. He lay still in his bloody and beaten mess as Trunks stood in his fighting stance.

Trunks breathed a little hard. “Come on… get up…” He begged the other child. “Please…”

Gohan opened his eyes slowly. The crowd was cheering and laughing as they expressed their pleasure of watching them fight.

“Come on… it doesn’t have to be like this…”

Yes, it did. If Trunks wanted to live peacefully with his mom, it did. Gohan would have to lose. It was okay, though. It was better to die for something good rather than live every day in fear and agony. It wouldn’t be too bad. The pain would go away soon.

“Oh… please get up! I don’t want to kill you!” Trunks could feel his cheek burn from the small tear that glided over it. “It’s not fair for you to die… not like this…”

Gohan’s eyes were still. He was still hurting very bad all over his body, but he hadn’t expected Trunks to stop so soon. He needed to get on with it.

“Come on… just do it already. It’s alright…” Gohan said softly. “You’ll be doing me a favor anyways. Come on, I’m in pain here…”

Trunks didn’t want to. He didn’t want to hurt him. Despite what Gohan had said, it felt wrong. Even if he was begging for him to take his life, he just didn’t want to. He knew it was odd for a saiyan to feel pity for another, but he didn’t have the same drive as his dad and grandfather. He was different.

“I… I…” He couldn’t do it. Gohan could see it in him.

Before the two of them could make another move, a giant ki came from the sky. Vegeta and his father watched a giant white ball sail down in between both boys.

“Is someone… interfering?” King Vegeta watched in curiosity. Vegeta stood still with his arms crossed. The crowd was quiet as the person landed between the two boys. The ball of white light vanished, but the person was still unidentifiable. He was dressed in all black and stood facing Trunks.

“Enough! I’ll take it from here, boy,” The figure spoke in a deep voice. He turned to the wounded Gohan behind him. Gohan stared wide eyed at the figure.

“Wha… wait! Hold on…!” Gohan’s tail emerged from his pants when the figure’s hand latched on to the back of his shirt. His tail flickered around madly in his panic. He felt his heart racing in his chest, for now he was too hurt to be able to fight him off. Trunks stared in disbelief as the figure lifted off the ground and flew back into the air in his white orb.

King Vegeta and his son stared blankly as the man flew off into the distance with Gohan. They blinked in confusion and shock. “Who… who was that?”

Gohan used the last of his strength to squirm beneath the man’s fingers. His sore arms and bruises stung as he shook but he was too frightened to notice it. His tail whipped through the air behind him as his fearful panic took control of him. The man was flying away from the battlefield and no one was coming to retrieve him.

Not that it would have been a better alternative. If he went back, he was dead. But who was this man and what was he going to do with him?

The man didn’t respond to his struggling and only held him tighter when he did. Gohan was scared. He had never been outside the palace before and looking at all of the bad things that happened there alone, what would happen outside it?

“Put me down… please… let me go!” Gohan was sobbing now. He could feel the tears escape his eyes and whip behind him into the wind.

“Jeez! It’s funny how many matches you’ve been through and yet you’re such a big baby!” His voice was harsh. “I won’t hurt you, dammit!”

It ended up the man in black having to cover Gohan’s mouth so he would be quiet. Gohan still sobbed to himself until they finally reached the destination point. The man landed between two large buildings into a quiet back alley.

The man dropped Gohan on to the dark ground. Gohan sat up and stared at the man in the mask. His face was flushed and his eyes were still leaking tears.

“Don’t get so upset,” he said. “You’re safe here, now.”

The man removed the black clothing and tossed everything aside. Gohan blinked as he stared up at a tall green man. He was bald and had two long antennae poking out from his forehead. His eyebrows were thick and hairless, and he had long fingers with sharp white nails.

He grinned down at him. “It would have been a little noticeable if I went in like this, huh?” Gohan stared in disbelief. He had never seen an alien before.

“Piccolo! Hey, he’s back!” It was a light female voice that echoed behind them. Gohan turned to see a small girl who was a little shorter than him. She had long, thin black hair and cerulean colored eyes. There was no tail that he could see at the moment.

Behind her was a tall man, who was definitely saiyan, who had black spikey hair and a few scars on his face. Piccolo turned to look at the saiyan who nodded to him.

“There. He’s here.”

“Thank you. I was afraid you wouldn’t keep your end of the deal.” Piccolo smirked at the saiyan’s comment.

“Well, unlike most saiyans I keep my promises.” Piccolo began to ascend into the air. “Don’t think I’ll be nice to your son because of your generosity. If I run in to Kakarot again I’ll kill him, Bardock.”

Bardock nodded up to the green man. “It’s a do or die world here, Namek. I wouldn’t blame you if you had to.”

Gohan stared at the small girl and the tall man for awhile. His tail was stiff behind him as he was still cautious about them.

Bardock came closer until he stood next to the small girl. “Well, so this is Kakarot’s son, huh? Shame I didn’t find out sooner. We would have come for you sooner.”

Gohan didn’t understand. He stared back in slight fear and confusion.
“We do care a lot about our family. If we had known about you we would have come for you sooner. They kept you a secret because of what your father did.”

He was still quiet as he stared at the tall man. The man did look slightly similar to him. But who was he?

“Hey, come on!” The girl stood next to his sitting figure now. She leaned down on her knees so they were more level with each other. “Don’t be scared of him! He’s actually really nice. He saved me and I’ve been with him ever since!” She smiled at him, but he couldn’t find the strength to smile back. He words made him feel better, while feeling better made him feel exhausted. He had no strength left.

He felt himself drifting off and his world went angled as he fell over. He closed his eyes and felt his body relax as he started to enter his sleep.

“… Whoa! Come on, Videl. Let’s get him home…”

The rest of their words were soft mumbles in his ears. A deep sleep took over and he could no longer hear them anymore.

Instead, a comforting female voice filled his head. He could hear a soothing heartbeat and he felt very warm. Two soft arms were wrapped around him, cradling him and keeping him safe.

“Gohan… you’re okay now. You’re safe.”

It was a voice he had never heard and yet it felt so familiar. The relaxing heartbeat continued to lull him into this safe, dark place.

He was so warm and comfortable here. It was the perfect escape from the hardships he had faced before.

A sudden sensation swept over him and he groaned in his sleep. It wasn’t so much as a pleasurable feeling as it was a comforting feeling. The relaxation from the sudden soothing vibes that ran through his body put him into an even deeper sleep.

-

Sorry that took awhile… I’ve been pretty busy.

I was also gone for a week, plus this computer is used for work most of the time. So, I hope you guys can bear with me!

Bet all of the Gohan/Videl fans are happy she showed up! :p

Also, I know the Kakarot/Chichi fans are really anxious for her to show up. Don’t worry! She will be coming up soon! :D