Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Breath of Sorrow ❯ Fancy Meeting You Here ( Chapter 2 )

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

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When he opened his eyes, all he saw were troubled, charcoal eyes, and in the back of his mind, he begged whatever gods there were to prevent a repeat of the previous encounter. Fear seeped into his heart, and he watched as the eyes squinted, flickered, and softened. He tried to close his eyes to lock them out, but it was no use. The presence was still there, and in his sleepy, groggy mind, Goten wanted the meet to just be over so that he could get up and continue his day. Gentle hands were tracing the deep scratches on his shoulders, and instead of pulling away, he whimpered in slight discomfort.

He rolled onto his back, cool air kissing his chest as he stretched and prepared himself to go back to sleep to try and ignore the torture, but the insistent, gentle hands would not relent from his body. Instinctively, Goten sniffed the air, but in his sleep clouded mind, he relaxed slightly when there was no fresh scent of arousal. He purred deep in his throat at the touch and dragged a pillow to his side to hug with one arm with his head lulled to one side.

“Hey, get up.” The voice was not rough and commanding like Vegeta's, so Goten opened his eyes sleepily and stared at his brother. Gohan's smooth voice wrapped around Goten's senses like a warm blanket before he spoke again. “Goten, what the hell happened?” Gohan's eyes flickered across the bed, and then Goten realized why his brother was hovering over him like he'd died. The gentle fingers were tracing the deep marks on his shoulders, which weren't unusual if he'd been training with Trunks, but Gohan couldn't detect any sweat on the sheets, and there was another scent to be reckoned with.

Even though the sheets had been changed, and Goten had showered, the heavy scent of blood and arousal was prevalent in the room. Gohan's eyes flashed dangerously as he touched a spot on his brother's hip where the sheets had slid down and revealed tantalizing bits of golden skin. Goten squirmed at his brother's touch, and covered the bigger hand with his own, gently pushing it away from his body. Gohan looked up at his brother. “Who did this?” He crouched down in front of his brother so that they were eye level and asked again. “Who did this, Goten?”

Goten looked away and sat up with a wince, the white sheets pooling in his naked lap. He ran a hand groggily through his thick hair and then hid his hands in his face, trying to rub away the sleep from his eyes before he faced his brother. Gohan crouched patiently, waiting for his brother's explanation, and his dark eyes followed every move the young Saiya-jin made. Muscles bunched and stretched with the boy's actions, making the gouges in his skin open and close, betraying the freshness of the wounds. As he turned to face Gohan, a sad smile slipped into his features and caused him to shrug. “Aw, it's nothing, brother. Just got a little rough last night.”

Gohan glared at his brother and stood to his full height. “I know you're lying. I can still smell your fear in here. It's like a beacon, and trust me…I know my own brother's fear.” Goten's eyes darkened, and he took the time to stretch, and stood from the bed, naked in front of his brother without a second thought, and padded into the bathroom with Gohan not far behind. Gohan's eyes didn't stray from the deep gouges in his brother's tawny skin, and his eyes wandered the boy's form. Goten reached for his toothbrush right as Gohan's hands brushed across the crescent marks on his hips and the deep gouges in the boy's back. He sniffed the wounds carefully, and he stepped back, his hands still on Goten's skin.

Meanwhile, Goten had frozen, and his chocolate eyes had closed in silent self-loathing as his older brother's hands smoothed across his body. “Gohan, stop touching me.” He ground out through his teeth. Gohan looked to his brother in the mirror in surprise at the sudden demand, and hurt flashed through his dark eyes. He didn't remove his hands, however, and they continued to trace the scratches and bruises across the boy's back.

Goten felt the bile raise in his throat as the blood rushed to his groin in reaction to the touches, and he couldn't bear to look up into the mirror to admit to himself that this was Gohan, his own brother, touching him. The pads of the fingers brushed over the gashes, testing and examining. Gohan seemed completely unaware of the affect he was having on Goten, so the boy gripped the edge of the sink viciously to try and steady himself against the feeling of wanting to vomit because of his disgust with himself and his reactions to Gohan's gentle, prodding fingers.

The pain was delicious from the wounds, and his body reveled in the feeling and memory of being forced to submit to Vegeta's brutal lust, and Goten felt filthy because of it. When the moonlight would pour in through his window, there would be nights that he could close his eyes and feel Vegeta's anger through his ki as he trained in the GR or the wide fields outside of the city, and it turned Goten's blood to molten lava. He would wait for Vegeta to come, and when the prince did, Goten would fight him for dominance, but Vegeta always won. That was his deepest, most perverted secret. He wanted Vegeta to win.

The pain inside of Goten was that of a jaded and angry warrior, and it made the anger and emotional agony abate just a little more every time Vegeta would defile his bed with his blood and the prince's release. In the morning, more often than not, Goten would wake in a pool of dried blood and semen, and he would propel himself into the bathroom to wretch, but in the deepest corner of his mind, he craved Vegeta like a drug, and it made him feel like the most defiled and filthy creature on the planet.

“Gohan, stop touching me!” He snapped at his brother. He stepped back without turning around, pushing Gohan off slightly and then he stuck his toothbrush in his mouth and started his morning routine, hoping that Gohan wouldn't press the issue further, but there was no such luck with the older brother. He was too much like Goku for his own good, and in a way, it made Goten rueful. He was the physical copy of his father in every way, and yet, he carried only very few of the personality traits that the full blooded Saiya-jin had. Instead, Gohan was graced with the good nature, sense of humor, and raw power that Goku had possessed. Goten wondered why Vegeta had chosen him instead of Gohan.

Gohan's eyes sparkled in hurt, annoyance, and slight anger as his brother pushed him back, but he'd been in worse scraps with Goten then just this, so he chose to do something potentially dangerous, and he stayed. Gohan's hands found their way across Goten's shoulders to the medicine cabinet in front of him, which put them in a very precarious position. Goten's eyes slid shut, and his actions paused as stretching muscle in a perfect, crisp clean white shirt came in contact with the fresh scratches on his back, sending an unwanted message to his groin. Gohan didn't seem to notice as he rummaged through the cabinet and retrieved the medical supplies he was seeking and sat them down on the counter next to Goten.

“Gohan….stop touching me.” The demand this time was not sharp and bratty like the previous two had been. This time, the voice was thick and heady, and Goten knew that Gohan could feel the sudden heat off his body and smell the change in his demeanor, but the older brother acted as if though nothing had happened, and he began to dab disinfectant on the wounds, making Goten's mood blissfully disappear. The sting went to his toes, but instead of complaining, Goten went back to brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth out. All the while, Gohan's gentle hands gingerly bathed the wounds in anointment and covered them in Band-Aids.

“So, what are your plans for today, little brother?” The conversation was steered towards lighter issues. Gohan knew that his little brother was not the kind of boy to force into discussing anything, so he relented and decided to try another approach. Much to his relief, Goten's mood seemed to lighten.

Goten pulled the hair gel and mouse out of the cabinet and flinched as Gohan spread anointment on the cuts on his hips. “I'm going out to lunch with Trunks and his business partner. They're doing some advertising project that's centered towards the college age kids, and supposedly, Trunks says I'm the only one with an objective opinion that he trusts not to blab about the project.” He hissed as Gohan finally dabbed disinfectant on his shoulders. “Trunks said that his partner has an adopted daughter about your age. She's some kind of doctor in physics or something. Whatever Trunks spouted out over her job went way over my head.”

“Sounds like good plans. Wanna have dinner with Videl and me tonight when you get done? Pan keeps telling me that she misses you.” Gohan put the finishing touches on his brother's wounds and then ripped a towel off the wall and offered it to Goten who was finishing his hair. “Put this on so I don't have to look at your naked ass all morning, brother.” Goten snorted in amusement and took the towel from his brother, and wrapped it around his slender waist carefully, being sure that Gohan didn't see the half-sleeping arousal that he'd unwittingly caused.

“We'll see, Gohan. I don't know what Trunks has planned for tonight.” Goten shot Gohan a half-smile, and the older brother shrugged before exiting the bathroom. Gohan's affection for his brother didn't escape anyone's attention, and even Trunks felt sorry for the potential idiot that would drive Gohan to murder by hurting the youngest Son. He shrugged to Goten and offered a bright smile before he left the room.

“Well, in any case, give me a call and let me know.” Gohan shrugged. “And be sure to tell your boyfriend that he needs to let up on the scratching for while.” He motioned to the bandages with an impish grin, but Goten recognized the concern in Gohan's eyes. As long as he lived, he would love his older brother for his tact, but every time Gohan would cover his emotions to make his brother happy, it killed Goten inside piece by miserable piece.

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Blood dripped off the tips of her fingers as she faced the offending object, her blue eyes blazing in anger and pent up rage. She again lashed out her fist, only to send spine jarring pain through her body again as the bark cut through her skin, making her bleed even more profusely. If she felt the pain in the back of her mind, she didn't show it as her fists lashed out again and again against the undeserving tree in malice and disgust. Around her, energy crackled and hovered underneath the surface of her control, pushing and prodding for freedom.

She cocked her fist again to make one last blow, and immediately, she felt herself savagely jerked backwards and flying through the air into a small cliff, making a small dust cloud mist out around her. When she tried to draw in a breath to steady her senses, all that she inhaled was dust and rock, and she burst into fits of coughing and snorting before she actually got a fresh breath of air that filled her lungs with relief. She felt a sudden wild rage boil up in her chest as she struggled from the pile of rubble that she had unknowingly and involuntarily made with the impact of the throw.

Before she saw him, she could feel him. His energy found its way seductively up her spine and caressed her senses like a hot breath on her neck. She smirked as the dust cleared, and she was faced by her surprise opponent. Her eyes widened when she saw him, and immediately, something instinctual wormed its way into her conscious thought. Fear and a sudden desire to destroy this man wrapped itself around her mind, and a malicious grin spread across her face as her ki flared around her, making the man's eyes go wide.

He wasn't any taller than she was, but his body was powerfully built with arms and legs corded with muscle and raw power, refined with training and combat use. When he stepped towards her, the ground nearly shivered underneath his feet, and immediately, she was drawn to him like a moth to flame. She poised herself gracefully in a fighting stance and grinned at the strange man. His face, if anything, was incredibly handsome, but in his eyes, she recognized a sorrow and a growing malice as he approached her. In her eyes, he was one of the most beautiful creatures she'd ever encountered in her life.

“Who the hell are you?” She asked with a lilt in her voice. The language rolled off her tongue smoothly like honey off a knife, making Vegeta's desire to dominate and destroy just that much more powerful.

“I'm asking the questions, onna.” He snapped back at her, making her azure eyes narrow in annoyance. She watched as he seemed to pause his thoughts to evaluate her, and she viewed him back with a bored gaze. It was obvious that the man was arrogant, and on top of that, he seemed over confident in his fighting abilities, making Diana wonder if it was worth the trouble to beat this man into a bloody pulp. In the end, she decided it was more than worth the trouble and took up a more aggressive stance.

“Ok, Mr. Vanity.” She smirked at him. Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he stepped towards her menacingly. The woman wouldn't back down, and she straightened her back, stepping towards him, making the ground shake with every step. Vegeta's mind was swirling with strange thoughts about this particular creature. She was obviously not human, and the fact that her power level hovered dangerously near his own made him agitated and nervous.

The scent from her wafted around his senses like an aphrodisiac, and it was making him light headed. Her face seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on what made him slightly agitated and maybe even slightly afraid of her. He steeled himself against her, his eyes suddenly flashing threateningly. Vegeta would be afraid of no one. He was a prince, and that would be the determining factor as to who won this little standoff they were so readily engaged in.

“Watch your mouth, girl.” He rasped. He took another step towards her, putting them hazardously nose to nose. His first observation was that she was young, about Trunk's age, and the second observation was that insanity had hidden itself in the azure eyes that she sported like rare jewels. Her scent was familiar, and yet, it was unlike anything he'd ever sensed before. The energy however, that swirled around her in reckless abandon made him worry slightly. She held a precious tiny thread of control on it, and Vegeta did not want to risk it getting out of control just yet. At that realization, he made a very un-prince like decision and powered down, forcing himself to try to calm the woman instead of provoke her.

Vegeta's eyes raked across her form with all the subtlety of an elephant in a china closet, making her glare at him slightly in annoyance. She was certainly beautiful, but even more than that, she smelled like…a Saiya-jin. Vegeta tried to shake the scent from his mind, but there was no doubt about it. The girl was at least half Saiya-jin, and with her beautiful raven black hair and azure eyes, he could only assume that she was a high class Saiya-jin. His theory explained the wild energy that pulsed and crackled around her like sheet lightening, but it didn't explain why she didn't know or understand who he was.

Diana watched the man with intrigue. He studied her intently with eyes that had seen much, making her nearly feel sorry for his experience. Time stopped as he forced his energy down, and even though she wanted to, she could not power herself down. Her energy hovered and squirmed around her like a caged animal, but her blue eyes lost the malice as he relented from her. Tentatively, she reached out a delicate hand, and fingertips brushed the corded muscle of his neck, gently exploring and dirtying the golden skin with her blood. His nostrils flared.

“How long have you been on Earth?” He demanded. Her scent was unmistakable. Diana paused her motions, and as if her energy went to her brain, she paused and the energy immediately lowered. A gaze of confusion slid onto her beautiful face, and Vegeta knew. The woman had no idea about her heritage, and he was secretly glad for it. With this type of power, there was no telling what she was capable of. Diana tilted her head.

“You're a strange one.” She commented lightly. “I'm human. What the hell are you?” The question was obviously a taunt rather than an honest inquiry, but Vegeta took it as serious.

Vegeta barked a bitter laugh and grabbed the girl's arm. “Are you seriously clueless, or are you just stupid?” Anger flashed in sapphire pools, and immediately, Vegeta felt himself thrown back with a blast that jarred his bones, landing him in a pit below ground level, and he was facing up to a very angry creature.

“Neither, you dolt.” She snapped. She looked down at her bloody hands and then back up to him with a glare. “I'm from Earth. What the hell is your problem?” She looked as if though she wanted to continue the argument, but instead, she glanced at her watch, and then at him with a growl. “We'll continue this later. I have more important things to tend to. If I ever see you again, we'll have our fun.” With that, she disappeared into the trees, and left the prince in a Vegeta-shaped crater.

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Time wasn't flowing. It had stopped with the appearance of pale blue eyes at Trunks' table. She had been late, and her mother was profusely apologizing for her, but Goten didn't hear that. He didn't hear when Trunks introduced them, and he even didn't hear himself reciting the necessary answer. His eyes were glued to Diana's, and the spell would have gone on forever, but then, she smiled. The smile made a cold hand wrap around Goten's heart viciously.

The azure eyes were void of happiness, and the smile never reached her entire expression. It was plastic and fake. Goten, regardless of the consequences, reached across the table and brushed his fingertips along the tops of bandaged knuckles, and he felt the slight crackle of ki from her in result. “Been busy, Diana?” He asked softly. Trunks snapped his head up at the soft question from Goten to the beautiful girl, and the older woman at the table finally made her presence known to Goten.

“Do you know each other?” She asked pleasantly. Goten's eyes found the woman, and he was nicely surprised at the gentle expression in the older woman's face. She was certainly motherly, but her gentleness was complimented by a businesslike demeanor that would make her eerily dangerous in a conference room. Diana's eyes sparkled in amusement as Goten mentally fumbled for an answer, and then, his lips parted.

“We met at school. She was in the cafeteria for lunch while I was between classes.” He prayed Diana had business on campus that would uphold the fib, and indeed, she jumped at the chance to lead her mother away from her less legal after hour activities.

“Yes, Mother. We met briefly when I was there with Alex.” Diana amended quickly. Her eyes still hadn't moved from Goten's face, and Trunks was sporting an impish smirk.

“Well, when you're done ogling each other, I suggest we get back to business.” The two immediately broke gaze, blushed, and tried to concentrate on the matters being discuss, but Goten could not concentrate. A sweet scent wafted from the woman seated across from him, and it was doing interesting if not disturbing things to his body. His first instinct was to reach across the table and slap her for even glancing at Trunks, and he stopped himself at that first thought to ponder even further.

Never in his life had Goten been spurred on to violence because of a woman. Especially not a woman that was in any way involved in Trunks' business associations. Her blue eyes kept stealing glances at his face, and he could feel heat stealing through his entire system. He finally asked to be excused from the table, and he pulled his blazer closed before he stood, trying to hide the very obvious arousal that had been spurred on by her presence.

Goten's blood was boiling, and it was everything he could do to walk away from the table without grabbing her arm roughly and hauling her along for the ride. What he truly wanted to do was to push everything off the table, and allow her to wrap her long legs around him while he pounded into her mercilessly time and time again. He made his way quickly down the hall and excused himself into a blissfully empty restroom.

In the bathroom, leaning against the wall of a stall, he eased his erection out of his pants and gasped in pleasure. The heat fanned out in his palm, and he began a slow, steady stroking that forced him to bite his bottom lip to keep from crying out. The soft, velvet skin was sending the usual pleasure through his body, but all he could see were azure blue eyes beckoning him to release himself all over her body. He could almost feel his hands smoothing across her beautiful, tanned skin, and he could smell the heady scent of her sweet arousal in his nostrils.

He growled like a wolf in the back of his throat as the sweet pleasure of release began to pool in his stomach. He imagined his tongue lapping at her hot sex, tasting, teasing, and taking everything he could muster to put into it, and he grew harder in his hand. It should have come to no surprise to him when he felt a presence in front of him in the stall. Vaguely, through his lust hazed mind, he wondered how the hell she'd had got inside the bathroom and then inside the stall, but he dismissed it the moment she went to her knees in front of him. Her blue eyes were serious and grave as her hand covered his on his erection, and never breaking eye contact with him, she pushed his hand off.

“If you touch me, you'll regret it.” She warned. Something about her reminded Goten of a great cat in the mountains that prowled the cliffs, looking for prey, but her eyes held him down. He looked down at Diana without saying a word, and when her hot lips slid down over his erection, conscious thought was lost, and he gave himself to her without even sparing a thought to anything else. Until dark flashing eyes pierced his mind.

Vegeta's breath was hot on his neck, and he could feel the familiar disgust welling up in his stomach like he wanted to wretch uncontrollably. He craved the touch and the fire that he associated with the deep gouges and the bruises that he received from his hands. He bit his lip from calling out Vegeta's name, and again, self-loathing welled up inside of him. He felt filthy. He felt degraded. Even more than that, he felt as if though Goku would have been disappointed in him, and that was all it took for him to force the thoughts out of his mind for a later date when a beautiful woman wasn't giving him a blow job.

His hands pressed against the marble stall wall behind him, fingers clenching and unclenching as the woman sucked on his hard cock. There was something dirty about having a strange girl suck on him in the middle of a man's bathroom, and inside, regardless of the consequences, he was loving every minute of this strange perversion. He gasped as a slender finger pierced into a small, abused ring of muscle, and before he knew what she was exactly doing by angling her wrist, he came, gasping deeply and shivering uncontrollably. He looked down shakily at the creature in front of him, and she issued him a malicious smile. The bitch did it just to prove that she could. Go figure. That was the first time Goten relented his power to her, and in her mind, she promised herself that it wouldn't be the last.