Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Down With The Sickness ❯ Now That You've Woke Up The Demon In Me ( Chapter 11 )

Down With The Sickness

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Combinations of Trunks, Gohan, Goten, Gokou, and Vejita

Warnings: incest, yaoi, incest, lemon, incest, violence, incest, smut… incest.

Summary: Trunks and Gohan are both in love… with their own special loves.

(Don't assume anything!) However, when they start to notice others, they begin to wonder…

Author's Notes: Maddening analogies, Saiyajin being mad, possible mild OOC for Gokou despite my attempts, and "blood dept" completely ripped off from Xero Sky's "Absolution"

Now That You've Woken Up The Demon In Me:

His footsteps pounded against the pale floorboards of Capsule Corporations halls, making even him somewhat nervous. How could Trunks have done this? Gokou had known Vejita's son since he was born. Sure, the lilac-haired teenager had grown up around Vejita, but the arrogant prince had changed so much since the day Gokou had met him. Vejita, he believed, would have made a wonderful father. He was strong, wise, and so very proud. Pride would have never allowed a Saiyajin to rape another of their own. Gokou believed this with every fiber of his being, which was why he hid himself from Vejita as he saw the proud and half-nude warrior pace down the corridor towards his bedroom. Vejita wouldn't have known about Trunks raping Gohan. There wasn't a chance in Hell. Vejita would, first off, not even permit Trunks to have a relationship with Gokou's son. Secondly, it was so dishonorable.

Vejita vanished around the corner and Gokou smiled. The Saiyajin no Ouji had changed so very much. There was, of course, still the traces of that old tyrant in his midnight obsidian eyes. Each time Gokou would stare into those eyes, he felt like he was being swallowed in an abyss, that he would fall directly into Hell. He hated it, though he knew it was absurd. Years living under a tyrant like Furiza would make any man cold and dark. Vejita, though, had escaped that darkness… but Gokou didn't believe that the darkness had completely abandoned Vejita.

When being honest with himself, Gokou considered the unthinkable possibility - that, by leaving the darkness, Vejita had been completely consumed by it.

It was something that Gokou refused to consider for more than a few moments. The idea terrified him. If this was true, than it meant that there was only a small amount of time before Vejita snapped, before that black shadow lurking in the depth of the prince's soul broke free of its chains and was unleashed. What would follow left Gokou with a cold fear. He didn't want to ever kill Vejita. They had become close friends after all the madness nearly ten years ago. Vejita had actually accepted his life on Chikyuu. He had two beautiful children…

One of which had raped Gohan.

Gokou paced down the hallway, eyes narrowed with determination.

Things weren't always as they seemed. Almost blindly, he wondered down the bright corridors. Observers would see the light-hearted Son Gokou, father of two bright and powerful boys, one who was only months away from getting married, the other who was destined to fall in love with his best friend: Trunks. Both sons would come into a lot of money through their relationships, but sweet Son Gokou hardly understood what money was… right? They would smile and pause, laugh and ask how things were, in which naïve Son Gokou would grin from ear to ear, place his hand behind his head, and reply, "Great!" They would nod and giggle, then bow their head, make up some excuse and part ways with him, leaving Gokou to his task of locating Vejita for a spar.

Fantasy, however, wasn't reality.

Gokou stalked down the hallway, eyes narrowed with rage that was burning deep within his soul. His onyx eyes, whether to his knowledge or not, burned with a fierceness of the very same abyss he claimed Vejita's possessed. The hallway should have been black. Shadows should have engulfed the feral warrior who was slowly growing determined for revenge. The words "blood debt" burned just outside of his thoughts, echoing in his mind, just out of his reach. Trunks had drawn Gohan's blood. Revenge was to be carried out by a Son… ANY Son. Gokou had claimed this right.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Trunks had touched Gohan. His son had probably screamed with the intrusion. Gohan would have fought Trunks, but he would have held back so much. Gohan wouldn't have fought so hard for himself in fear of harming or killing his brother's future mate. Trunks had taken advantage of this, of Gohan's kindness and Goten's innocence.

Had Vejita taught his son any pride?!

Outside Bura's bedroom, Gokou paused. Trunks was inside. He could sense the young prince's ki burning faintly, exhausted. Just slightly, his rage dropped as his mind realized that Trunks was not up to his full potential. It would not be a fair battle. It wouldn't be honorable. Nevertheless, he was going to smack the boy around just a bit. Fair battle or not, Trunks would never be able to defeat Gokou.

Shoving open the door, Gokou paused at the sight his gaze fell upon.

Trunks, wearing only a loose pair of gray sweatpants, lavender hair slicked back, damp, leaned over his baby sister's crib, one hand holding a teething ring, the other resting on the edge. Chibi Bura slumbered soundly beneath a royal blue blanket, azure locks of hair pulled back into a tiny red ribbon. She was the picture of a baby princess in every definition - so pure and innocent, but most of all breathtakingly beautiful.

No wonder Vejita was so proud of her.

Trunks looked up as Gokou entered and nodded in greeting. Gokou only responded with a cold stare, but Trunks broke their eye contact before the young prince noticed. "I love being in here," Trunks whispered.

Gokou's scowl faded at the desolate tone of Trunks' voice. He stepped further into the room, shutting the door behind him. "Dad loves Bura more than anything."

It was true. Everyone who knew the Briefs family knew that Bura Oujo was Vejita's favorite child. The room around them was proof enough. Books filled blue and red painted shelves. Dolls lined each wall of the room, staring blankly ahead, waiting to be hugged. Toys filled every available inch of the floor. The surface of a dresser against the wall had the Royal Crest of Vejitasei carved in the expensive rare wood. Although Bulma had sworn her daughter would never learn martial arts, Vejita had special-ordered the young princess's first gi, a beautiful red two-piece outfit with the same crest sewn into the back in blue. Even the small boots had the symbol of Vejita's kingdom in their soles. The outfit currently resided atop the dresser, waiting for the day Bura would be old enough to wear it.

The message was quite obvious. Vejita was grooming Bura to carry on all Saiyajin traditions.

A sudden wave of protectiveness engulfed Gokou as he watched Trunks lean over the crib, hand clutching and relaxing the small teething ring absentmindedly. Gokou could see that very same hand crushing the innocent tiny neck of the baby princess and disgust overwhelmed him. The ningen part of his mind laughed, reminding Son Gokou that this little lilac-haired demi prince was Bulma's son; that Trunks was Goten's best friend, and that he would never harm another living being, especially not his own sister, and he certainly wouldn't ever KILL her!

The Saiyajin section of his mind disagreed.

His instinctive thoughts demanded that he protect the crowned Saiyajin no Oujo. Ritual or no, Vejita's blatant favoritism of the blue-haired demi was enough to crown her the future queen of their race. His mind recalled the hateful burning lack of life in Gohan's eyes as his eldest son battled Cell. Son Gokou recalled the lifeless stare of Goten as the fire swallowed the forest and threatened to engulf the demi. It was the darkness of the abyss that grew shallowly inside every warrior with Saiyajin blood… even inside Son Gokou. Bura: Saiyajin no Oujo was in danger of this bottomless pit that resided in Trunks. Would the prince rip out his sister's throat in a jealous rage? Would he shove a pillow over Bura's face as she slumbered to secure his position as future Saiyajin no Ou?

The ningen side laughed again.

"Dad thinks that I did something to Bura," Trunks whispered. When the young warrior looked up, all Gokou's fears and doubts vanished with the tears that rolled down Trunks' cheeks. "I'd never hurt Bura, Gokou." His voice was weak and tired. Trunks was trembling, face sweaty and flushed. Gokou wanted to step forward, to move to Trunks and comfort him, but pure terror prevented him from doing so.

Trunks had all but lost his mind.

An emotional breakdown - Gohan's psychology studies echoed in Gokou's mind from years ago. Was this what that was? Had Trunks suffered a complete meltdown? "Never!" Trunks cried out, on the verge of sobbing. "Damn it! She's my kid sister! I love her! I'd never touch her like that! She's a fucking baby!" The sobs escaped as Bura awoke and began crying, frightened by the shouting. Gokou quickly rushed over, gathering the child in his arms and soothing her wails. Comforted against the muscular torso, Bura nuzzled her head and clung sleepily to the soft orange fabrics.

"Have you lost your mind?!" Gokou snarled, moving towards the crib.

Trunks watched in silence as the infant was replaced, covered with the azure blanket and allowed to return to the happy dreams of a peaceful and normal world… however normal could be defined. Gokou turned towards Trunks with an enraged glare in his narrowed midnight eyes. "Out, now, before you actually do hurt her." The words were callous and commanding, and for a brief second, they seemed to echo Vejita's tone. Nodding sullenly, Trunks parted from the crib with a longing gaze back to the fairytale princess.

Gokou grabbed Trunks by the shoulder and shoved him against the wall in the hallway, savoring the echo of bone against wood. "I want answers, Trunks! Touch Bura? And what did you do to Gohan?!" Fierceness and a lack of compassion had overwhelmed the sweet naïve Son Gokou. To protect those he loved once again, the senshi Kakarrotto had emerged, and he was willing to pay any price for the safety of his family.

Perhaps they did have love on Vejitasei. It wasn't defined the way humans did, though. Love by Saiyajin standards was a willingness to kill, die, and lose one's mind for their mate.

Trunks had lost his mind for Vejita. Gokou had killed, died, and was ready to kill again.

No… even for Saiyajin, this couldn't be love. Love couldn't be this painful.

It just couldn't!

"You raped my son, Trunks!"

"Gohan?" A strange hoarse laugh escaped Trunks' lips. Gokou stared at the mad demi for long moments. Were emotional breakdowns accompanied by madness? Trunks threw his head back, the tears that had streamed down his cheeks renewed. "Me! Ha! I don't suppose Gohan told you Vejita was with us!" Cerulean eyes narrowed coldly. "I don't suppose he told you that he sucked my father off… twice, and got hard doing it. He didn't tell you how he growled possessively around my father's cock when I'd approached. Didn't he tell you these things, Gokou?"

The fact that Gohan was sexually active with Trunks years ago had struck Gokou hard when he had learned. At that time, he had played the fatherly role, just as Chichi had insisted. It was, to date, the only relationship that Chichi and Bulma were aware of. Gokou had forbade Gohan from ever seeing Trunks again, relationship or friendship wise. It seemed out of the natural order. Goten and Trunks were meant to be together. Gohan couldn't be allowed to interfere with that. Then, of course, there was the age gap. Bulma had insisted that Trunks was far too young to have a mate. By ningen standards, this was true. Saiyajin? Gokou wasn't so sure. Did ages even matter among Saiyajin? For Goten's sanity, he had played his wife's game. It had only caused an inevitable rebellion.

Forbidden fruit was always sweeter.

Gohan and Trunks had never loved each other. The strain to be their fathers had planted the seed for their destruction only months later. The aftereffects had left Trunks lost, unable to control any aspect of his life alone. Gohan, however, had become a manic depressant, slicing his wrists. He swore these days that the razorblades never touched his skin.

Gokou had never doubted his son.

He, also, had believed Gohan when his son had vowed to never again see Trunks.

Trunks' words left Gokou empty.

He wanted to call the demi a liar. He wanted to shout out that Gohan would have never done such a thing, that Gohan wouldn't have lied to Gokou, wouldn't have called it a rape.

Gohan wouldn't have allowed Gokou to come after Trunks, lusting for blood, wanting almost desperately to slam the lithe form against a stone wall over and over, cracking the small skull and growing hard off the scent of death.

No… Gohan would have never done that.

The somberness burning in Trunks' eyes told Gokou that Gohan had done just that. He had caused the shadows to struggle against their restraints. Gohan had given the dark demons the strength to snap their chains and, just for a moment, swallow Gokou's soul. Gently, he released the demi-Saiyajin, allowing the lilac-haired prince to slip to the floor.

Trunks leaned back against the wall, watching Gokou with peaceful soulless eyes. "Gohan isn't like you, Gokou. I know you live blind to his faults. I'm sorry." His voice cracked. Gokou shook his head rashly, glaring at the teenager as if he was the embodiment of all evil. Had Trunks summoned the demons from the abyss within Gokou? Was he the gatekeeper to every Saiyajin's sanity?

Why were these ideas making Gokou hard?

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TBC…