Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ In the eyes of the Father ❯ Chapter 2

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

Hahaha!!! Love this strangeness!! Go ahead!!! Read you know you want to!! lol. Enjoy. lolKakkarrot woke up to the same surroundings, his prince in the chair by the window with his arms folded. He didn’t know how long he was out, didn’t think it mattered much. He got up and put his shoes on, watching Vegeta stand up. " Are you ready Kakkarrot..""Yeah.. I think so.." Truthfully he was ready before he went to sleep. He wasn’t really tired but it was an order from his superior and he respected it. He followed the aire as he walked out the room and down stairs until they were out of CC and into the sky, the city lights below them. Where could they be going? Somewhere were there was peace? The earthed raised saiyian didn’t know, and as they touched down in a mess of abandoned buildings and walked to a bordered up door, he questioned in his mind what the hell they were going to be doing exactly. Vegeta knocked on the door three times and it opened, Gohan behind it. The smell of blood hit him before his eyes could even see his oldest son, and he breathed out, looking at him. His first born didn’t smile like he did at Goku. He sensed the change. He didn’t say hi, he didn’t hug, he just nodded and opened the door wider for them, staring at him as they walked in. Vegeta didn’t pay any attention to the distance between father and son, he was too busy looking around. He soon found Trunks and Goten standing with their arms folded, standing in the center of the only light in the drafty room. In finding out his son and Goten had the need, he took interest in the boys quickly. He helped them. Trained them. Taught them to be saiyians in secret as they were humans in public. Showed them how to hide their scars. Goten smirked as he saw the prince walk over to him. His blood boiled and his skin flushed. Vegeta walked to the center with him and Trunks and stood, motioning Kakkarrot as Gohan followed. They were in the dark part of town, known for gang activity, murders, and 'accidents' as the news would say when they caught their beloved police with their hands stained, in the middle of blood road. Kakkarrot didn’t know this, but he knew it was trouble. That’s what he wanted right? Trouble? He couldn’t see anything, but he smelled. Alot. Rotting things. Bloody things. Things that made his heart beat fast and his need deepen. The lights went on and he tried to focus his eyes, hands infront of them to block the brightness as he heard Vegeta call out for someone. There were others in the room other than them. Four other men to be exact. They were humans, macho types, thugs. Well at least two were. The other two didn’t look too good. They were sweating, collars on their shirt soaked, their eyes red. "What do you have for us." the prince repeated to the tallest of the more cleaner men, smirking. The man frowned. " We've got these two tonight Vegi baby, I didn’t know you were bringing in a new skinner tonight. Who’s he? You know hows I hate uninvited guests."Vegeta walked over to the man before turning to look at his Kakkarrot with a grin. Short perfection walked up to the man and grabbed him by the throat, igniting a small ki blast in his free hand. The others said nothing, looking, and probably were, un interested, as if they seen the scene before. Goten stood next to trunks and tried not to show too much, not knowing what his father was going to say if anything to him, Gohan eyeing his father, feeling his need while Trunk watched the sweaty bind men, grinning much like his malistic father. They swallowed and shook as the purple haired teen watched them, whimpering when he licked his lips. They heard stories, they had seen pictures. They were the skinners. That’s what the boys called them. Monsters they were, and you didn’t want to ever see their faces, no mater how pretty they were. The raven haired prince spit in the mans face and growled. " It doesn’t matter who the hell I have new. Do you understand that? You insignificant sac of shit? You know what happened last time you got some fucking balls and tried to kill me, don’t think I wont do it again." he growled out and shot the blast just pass the others crotch, setting it on fire. He dropped him and the two ran off, leaving the others. Vegeta shooting the lights all save for two, so it was just dim enough for them to see, a vicious grin on his lips. Gohan smiled as he did and felt ready. This was not the Gohan they all thought they knew. No one knew him outside these walls. Only Goten, Trunks and Vegeta knew the real him. The one that was merciless and the one that had special tastes. It was heritage, and he didn’t feel guilty about it. Kakkarrot didn’t return his sons stare, not that he was scared, he was curious as to why he was the only one wearing bright red.. like blood. Obviously it was picked out for a reason. How was this going to bring him closer to his home? " Kakkarrot.. come.."He did as was told, walking beside his prince. Trunks and Goten laughed as they walked behind the men, getting to their knees, chest pressed against a sweaty clothed back, a arm around a fragile neck. Trunks leaned into his captives ear and licked his salty cheek, grinning up at Kakkarrot. There was truth in his eyes, even without being Kakkarrot, when he was Goku he knew this boy wanted a piece. Goku didn’t have the balls to admit he wanted to fuck this pretty little boy, but Kakkarrot did. He planed on taking him later. To give in to his needs. " What are we doing here.." Vegeta grinned. " Why Kakkarrot.. we are about to feast apon the pound of flesh owed to us.. this is the human sacrifice we are given for payment. This is what we call the first run." The others smirked. They knew what it felt like to finally give in to that feeling.. to let it take over.. to finally be saiyian. With each scar you make, your own was covered, protected from the eyes of others, made invisible. It was like nothing they had felt before . It felt good to be saiyian. It felt good to be stronger and it felt good to feel someone quivering under you.. it was their heritage. They were the strongest. Like gods among the low and cowardly. Among the weak. The thugs called them the skinners, the clean up crew. You wanted to get rid of someone, you didn’t shoot them anymore. That was nothing. You really wanted to make an impression, you send them to the skinners, and they left them in a box infront of their mothers door step. The earth raised saiyian smirked. He thought he might actually enjoy this. The saiyian no ouji smirked and nodded. " Gohan, show daddy over here how to play.." Gohan nodded and walked over and kneeled touched Trunk's cheek, kissing him sickly, tasting the humans salty taste on his lips before pulling away, tearing away the mans binds and the tape on his lips. Immediately he began pleading for his life, kissing the dark haired saiyains feet. " Please don’t kill me!! I have a wife and kids!! Ill do anything you want!" Gohan chuckled kicking him in the face, Trunks pushing back out of the way. " Your going to do that anyway. Oh. And I suggest you run.." he said and began to shoot blasts of fiery ki, aiming for the mans crotch. He always aimed for the crotch. It was something he always wanted to do.. he remembered, when he was young, out in the middle of no where with Picillo, he remembered how the namek would touch him.. no matter how many times he shot at him he would regenerate.. his nicer side wouldn’t allow him to kill Picillo.. no.. he would argue with hiself at night.. while in his dorm room. Oh nice Gohan loved Picillo didn’t he.. he went back for the abuse. It went on for years. This was the only way he could let the anger out. The only way to let the rage take over. A blast hit the unfortunate mans thigh and he did run, going into the darker parts of the room so he couldn’t be seen. Kakkarrot watched. Goten laughing as if he was watching cartoons. He wasn’t like the others. He didn’t have issues to deal with, he wasn’t raped, or forced to be who he wasn’t, he didn’t have a alter ego. He was Goten. He was always like this. He was Goku's child. He wasn't Kakkarrot’s. From the day he was born. Vegeta looked into his eyes, and he knew he wasn’t. Even though he was the son of Goku, he had needs. They understood this and soon he did become one of them. He was used to death, used to fighting. He had the desire for blood like they all did. Vegeta shook his head. " Boy, let the cattle loose. "The teen did as he was told and the man scooted back into Trunk's lap un knowingly. " Hi there." Trunks said with a smile and the 'cattle' ran off into to the shadows with him following, laughing maniacally, Goten right behind him. Their was a loud scream and Vegeta shuddered and looked at Kakkarrot. " Wasn’t that fucking hot Kakkarrot.." The uneven haired man nodded and swallowed. Something inside of him wanted to be apart of the action. Wanted those screams to be because of him. He started to walk in the direction his eldest son was in when Vegeta stopped him. " No Kakkarrot. these are appetizers. Let them have the chicken, we're having lobster."The screams escalated to shrieks an moans and soon only moans and grunts, Goten, Gohan and Trunks coming out of the shadows, bodies shaking, covered in blood. Trunks binded his hair in a pony tail and wiped some blood from his cheek as he walked passed them. " Lets get out of here, it smells like someone died.. " They all laughed and followed him out, taking to the sky. Kakkarrot was more than curious now. He wanted and needed to have the feelings that were still racking them. He wanted to be bloody and he wanted to be saiyian as they. Wanted to find his heritage. Trunks flew up to the clouds and shocked the entire sky with a tremendous blast, making it rain fall. Blood was cleansed from their clothes and he smiled. He didn’t like to be dirty. He caught a smirking Kakkarrot looking at him and blushed, smirking back and flying further up near Goten. They touched down at the roof of the city prison, greeted by warden. He was a penny pushing light weight, who cared more about money than security. " Ahh. Vegeta. Nice to see you again." "Yes whatever. Cut the bullshit. Where are they. Don’t make me blow a hole through you, you weakling." The ward nodded and opened the door for them, taking them into the prison. Kakkarrot looked around, watched grown men start crying as Vegeta passed by. Some where begging for it, others going into corners to hide their faces. Prince Vegeta only picked the prettiest things. He folded his arms and ignored them. " Is my bitch ready?" "Yes he is in his cell. There isn’t a scratch on him." the man said. He was alittle uneasy. There was something’s wrong with the princes playmate, self inflicted wounds, they had been trying to cover them.. to make them un noticeable.. but it wasn’t any good. They stopped at the cell to the right, away from all others, a black haired human sitting their, trying to bloody is wrists with his fingernails. Vegeta shot a glare at the warden and he trembled. " I thought I told you to cut his fingernails!!" " I’m sorry Vegeta!! We tried!! He wouldn’t come out of his cell!!” the man shook in fear, opening the door with shaky hands. Trunks leaned against the bars and smiled. " Yo what’s up Yamcha. Your looking good tonight." The dark haired man stop his self infliction as he saw what he thought was a savior. " Goku!! Goku get me out of here!! Vegeta, Trunks, they all have went crazy and locked me in here for no reason!! They torture me!! You have to help!!"The pleas echoed down the hallway as they turned to Kakkarrot. He frowned and crossed his arms. " My name is Kakkarrot.. and I think its more than deserved. Don’t you remember at camp at night Yamcha? Poor Goku huh? Poor monkey boy, Bulma wont give me head Goku, but you'll do. Think we forgot that did you? Think we forgot these?" he growled and lifted his shirt up to show his hips, small cuts curving around them. Vegeta nodded. " Payback is a hard one in the ass isn’t? You have fucked with the wrong people. When you fucked the woman, that’s one thing, I could care less who fucks her, but no one touches my son." he grinned and looked over to Trunks. " Let Kakkarrot play and I play with him tonight." The lavender haired teen nodded and opened the door. " Go ahead. Be my guest. Just don’t break him, dad promised I could keep him."Like a toy. Some dog they came to stroke every once in a while. That’s how Yamcha felt. True he did fuck Bulma, and true he did touch Trunks.. in a way he shouldn’t have. He committed all the crimes he was accused of. But did he really deserve this? He would prefer death, and he was pretty sure he would get it as Kakkarrot walked into the cell and punched him into a corner. The bar door was closed and the others watched, calling out things to do to him, dirty things, painful things, degrading things. Things that Goku wouldn’t stand for. Goku wouldn’t, but Kakkarrot didn’t mind. He had rage, he had anger. He was in essence in a cage for the longest time. His body was the cage. He could see things. He watched his self be beaten and abused, and could do nothing about it. Callus fingers balled into a fist and he punched the other directly in the gut, blood immediately spewing from Yamchas mouth onto his prison garb. They laughed and cheered Kakkarrot on, telling him to let his rage go. He would let it go. He would. He stared down at the scared man curled in a ball on the floor coughing, and pulled him up by his hair to his knees. " Lucky your here Goku, I’m too much of a bitch to make my girlfriend suck my dick, too much of a coward to force myself on her, so how about I force myself on you! Your only 6. No one will believe you." Yamcha shook in his fear. He was young.. unable to express his feelings back then. He knew it was wrong to take the boy. He knew.. but he was so competitive.. he felt like that boy was taking his spot. Moving in on his territory. Vegeta grinned. He much preferred Kakkarrot over Goku any day. Kakkarrot was true to his self, he was raw and fierce. "Kakkarrot, didn’t he cut your tail off?" he egged it on, smirking as Yamchas eyes got wide as quarters." He did.." That was all that took to send the strongest man in the universe into a mad fit. He unzipped his pants and smacked the human in the face with his shaft, pre cum shooting in his eye. " Oh come on Yamcha. What’s wrong? I’m a big boy now, don’t you want to play you suck me I suck you?" They all stop laughing and just watched. Kakkarrot was large.. and Vegeta knew he would choke the worthless man to death. He was contemplating stepping in. Contemplating. The uneven haired saiyian looked into the eyes of his victim, and spit in his face. " Beg to suck my cock. Open your mouth." His sons didn’t believe what they were hearing, and this only confirmed to Gohan that Goku, his father was gone. Yamcha did as he was told quickly. The less pain the better. He didn’t want to make him any more angry. Or did he really? He didn’t know. This was degrading..but this was for Goku.. no matter who he said he was, he always saw Goku, and he owed Goku this. " Please.. I want it in my mouth.." Vegeta laughed as he said it, nearly falling from laughing so hard. The hard pulsating flesh was smacked against his open lips and seed smeared over his tongue, the taste far from his liking. He never liked cum, not even his own, but he lapped the seed from Kakkarrot’s slit greedily, groaning deep in his throat as the head of that sex was jabbed against his cheek as if it was trying to get out. It was already too big to fit even three inches in his mouth, the head was enormous, the entire shaft was veined and pulsating and thick. And it kept a steady source of thick globs of seed sliding down his throat. Kakkarrot groaned as he came, choking and killing the human from lack of air. Blood and seed covered his hands as he dropped the body and looked down at him. " Hey!! What are you doing here!!" Before any of them could restriger a though a shot was fired, and their prince was dead. Shot in the head. Trunks, Gohan and Goten shot at the man, then their combined powers created a huge power wave through the entire building, killing almost everyone, including theirselves in the explosion. Only one remained. And he did remain. Standing their in silence, not even moving from the events around him, just staring at the bloody body at his feet. He had taken a life, stole it.. covered his wounds with blood..but some how.. he didn’t feel any less dirty. ***Bradock awoke in a cold sweat. His hands immediately went to his overly rounded stomach and he swallowed hard. He had yet again seen a vision of his childs future. The child in his womb, his second offspring. How could he save his son from this fate? How could he stop the madness, stop the blood.. he was the teller of the future, a royal aid to the throne. He was impregnated with the child of the king, and no one knew. No one cared about the bastards. Not even the ones spawned from the kings royal nutsac. It was he, he had to take care of his child on his own. He had to find a way to speak to the little one growing inside of him.. to speak of something that would prevent him from damnation. He prayed the next vision the gods gave him of his son he named Kakkarrot would be better. He could only pray...************************YOU DIDNT EXPECT THAT!!! Haha!. Yeah I know. Didnt that ending rock? XDD. And its not over!! Here we go ppl. So Bradocks having visionis of Kakkarrots future demise. What can he do about it? And will he be so preocuppied with preserving the future that he will forget to look at the present? What will happen to Kakkarrot? Read the next chapter to see!! Till then, ^.^/ later. Liked it review, didnt review, I want to know. Prisma Kakkerra. ^.^