Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Breath of Sorrow ❯ The Deadliest Dance Of All ( Chapter 10 )

And dance they did. Gohan rushed at the blonde headed woman with a force that Vegeta had never seen, and he stared in shock as Diana calmly side stepped the attack and allowed Gohan to run off the cliff almost comically before he shot into the air and came back around for another assault. Vegeta was shocked at the lack of worry in Diana's face, and as she stood, facing the most dangerous man on the planet, she only smirked and taunted him into further rage.

 

Her beauty almost gave the Saiya-jin a pause for thought as he looked down on her with the sudden desire to end her meaningless life. He had spent so much time being a family man and being gentle to Videl. He wondered for that split second in time if he could have used that beautiful body that Diana sported to release his pent up sexual rage before he snuffed out her existence.

 

As Gohan came down for a round house kick, she neatly blocked it, and instantly stepped to Gohan's unprotected left side, making a series of lightening fast punches, sending the huge Saiya-jin into a mountain side while she flew up into the air. She spread her arms as an angel's wings tauntingly as Gohan stood and laughed at him. “If I had know that you were so beautiful, my dearest Son Gohan, I would have raped you for the trinket instead of your sweet daughter.”

 

Rage filled the angry father further and he stood, rocks blowing back as his ki rose another level, making Vegeta nearly want to flee the area. Gohan's fury was unmatched by anything that the prince had ever seen before, and even as Diana's demeanor turned deadly and dangerous, Gohan paid no heed and rushed her again. Diana's hands wrapped around his wrists as he punched at her, and neatly pulling him forward, she wrapped an arm around his neck in an effective lock and pulled his deliciously muscled back to her chest.

 

“Oh, beautiful Son Gohan, what is it that I'm smelling on your body?” She nuzzled her face into his neck from behind even as he struggled against her and inhaled the soft musky scent that he was now giving off. “Are you turned on?” She gently bit his neck, and then, in an angry show of power, she bit down, making blood spurt into her mouth and across his white and purple gui. As furious as Gohan was, the only whisper of sound she achieved with the bite made victory surge through her veins.

 

He moaned.

 

Gohan shoved back hard enough to throw the woman's balance off, and with a mighty reach, he backhanded her into the ground, causing her emerald eyes to suddenly take on a look of rage filled insanity as she gazed up at him. “Fucking bastard.” She snarled. He only landed and stood still as she made her way shakily to her feet, her lips curled back in a vicious scowl that nearly made her completely animal. “Like beating up on innocent women? Like making us cry?” She spat blood onto the ground with saliva. “I'll bet you dream of Pan every night when your old, decrepit wife sucks your big hard dick. Can you even get hard with that old bag of wrinkles?”

 

Gohan didn't make a sound, but the small ki blast that burst from his palm to her body sent her into the air, and he met her there as they hovered above the destroyed earth. In a myriad of wild kicks and punches, Gohan felt his nose explode into blood as the blonde headed demon slammed a fist into it, making pain drive him that much closer to insanity. She screamed at him as her power spiked again, carrying with it the scent of spice and musk, the same scent that had turned Gohan off earlier still turned him off now, but the heat of the battle had seeped into his blood, and now, he fought for instinct instead of Pan. If Diana's scent didn't arouse him, the heat of the battle did.

 

Diana sneered at Gohan as they blocked and punched in a beautiful deadly dance. “I'm trying to understand something.” She grunted as she caught a punch into her gut, and then she smartly kicked him back so that they were apart and staring at each other, huffing and breathing like battling bulls. “All you people have everything you could ever want. You have a family. A wife who loves you and a beautiful daughter.”

 

Gohan paused his fight, and in a show of beautiful defiance only fit for a Son, he crossed his muscled arms across his massive chest and glared at Diana with cold calculation. “So your point is?”

 

“You spend so much time worrying about this Son Goku. Everyone cries about him, and they seemed to be happy with him around. You are all so pretty while you live in your perfect, beautiful houses with your perfect family and your perfect job. While you fight for your so-called happiness, I fight for my right to live! Tell me, Son Gohan, why do you have the right to be happier than me? I am a good person. I don't steal. I don't lie. I fight for the good. And yet you all hate me.”

 

“Is it possible, Gohan, that I bring out the scariest truth of all? That while you are suffering away with an old woman's dry cunt to fuck, there's a beautiful, virile woman right here in front of you that you want to bang the hell out of? Does it piss you off to know your daughter got to it first?” Her eyes suddenly darkened. “Why do you get to be happy and I don't? What have I done that's so terribly horrific that I'm denied the right to be happy?” She glared him in fury. “TELL ME THAT!”

 

As he met her again in a series of punches and blocks, his hand slipped behind her neck, and he wrapped long fingers around the back of her head and jerked her face to his, and her movements stopped as furious emerald met cold green. Gohan's lips parted, and Diana felt her world fall away from her as the smooth voice raked over her senses with eerie calm. “Monsters like you should have been put to death the first time my father died. Fucking Saiya-jin killers make me sick.” With a sudden jerk, Diana found herself pressed against his long, heavily muscled body, and before she could struggle, sharp fangs latched onto her shoulder, and pain and pleasure rolled through her body as Gohan tasted her coppery, sweet blood.

 

The moment he bit into her, her hands went unbidden to his back, the tips of her nails digging through the cloth into his skin, making small bloody crescents that further pooled blood into the immaculate material of his gui. He growled a deep, animalistic growl that had her hands stilled, and as she started to fight against his hold, arousal began to pool heavily in her lower belly. When Gohan released her shoulder and looked up at her with his lips shining in crimson, something inside of Diana snapped, and she reeled back, her right hand landing a solid punch against his cheek.

 

Through the dance of death that the two performed together, Gohan's expression never changed from the deep, furious, concentrated glare that he trained on her with honed skill. The only difference now was the blood thirsty, instinctive gaze that had slid into the shining green eyes while he fought her. Occasionally, he would lick his lips through the punches and kicks just to taste the sweet remnants of the blood that had flowed over his tongue like warm chocolate.

 

Gohan rushed, and before Diana could blink, he was behind her, and with a powerful kick into her back, he sent her to the ground into a nicely shaped crater. She growled as she shook off the dust, her blood pumping through her body, and all of the sudden, the lust for the battle begin to pound through her veins, and she chose that moment to embrace her Saiya-jin heritage. Her body's muscles thickened as she embraced the rage that poured through her blood, and she smirked at Gohan, briefly sparking a moment of familiarity in his memories before he shoved it away roughly to concentrate on his task.

 

With a sudden shriek and burst of power, the rocks around her were thrown back into the burning trees, and she grinned at Gohan. The first thing that Gohan noticed about her was that she did not hold the remorse that other opponents had shown when they had struck him down as a teenager or the fear they'd possessed when he'd dominated them. Instead of being evenly matched, she was obviously out of her league with him, and what made her so dangerous was that she didn't care. When Gohan looked into the completely emerald eyes, there was no fear or apprehension. There was only hate. Pure, unadulterated, seething hatred.

 

He propelled his body towards her, but when he'd meant to send her flying back into the trees, her hands went to his shoulders, and with a crisp, neat twist, he found himself underneath her in the dust and scorched dirt. When he bucked the first time to get her off of him, he thought that the spike in her spicy scent was a figment of his imagination. It spiked again as he raised his hips, and he watched in horrified pleasure as she arched her back and ground her hips into something lusciously hard. Gohan stared down his bloodied body at his erection in shock. When had that happened?

 

She ground against him again, and now, his beautiful, scarred hands run up her thighs, and bracing her hips, he pushed her down against him as he shifted up, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream as bliss coursed through her body at a frightening rate. “Fucking moan, bitch. Show me the trash that you are!” He snarled as he made the same movement. Even while her head tilted back, the thick blonde mane cascaded down behind her, brushing against Gohan's legs, making him press up again in automatic response. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and with a sudden rough movement, Gohan sat up, his instinct completely controlling his body.

 

He ended their tryst with a single motion when he moved. With himself in sitting position as she straddled him, he reached back behind her, and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. If time could have stopped for Diana, it would have been at the moment that fear pounded through her body with no forewarning. She screamed out in terror, slamming energy through Gohan's body, making him skid back and into the air, leaving him staring down at her aroused, frustrated, and furious.

 

The fear that had been there a split second before had been replaced by a deeper rage than he'd seen in her during the previous part of the fight, and it nearly frightened him. The emerald eyes darkened, and her face took on a horrifying gaze of incensed hatred. “You know what it is, Gohan? You regret not being able to pop that luscious cheery yourself. Admit, you sick fuck. You wanted to be the one that licked her blood off of your fingers, and I'll bet you would have made her lick it off of your cock too.” Diana's rage increased as she straightened and looked up at him. “You love Pan, but not as a daughter. You want her for the sweet slut that she is.”

 

She smirked at the furious Gohan who hovered above her, and she pointed to him with a resounding, evil laugh. “You bastard. Why are you blaming me for your own mistake? If it hadn't been me, it would have been someone else that raped your daughter.” She crossed her arms and looked up at him. “At least I didn't rip her body apart, hit her, or bruise her perfect face. At least she still has her body intact. Well… Except for a certain part.”

 

Gohan's calm, calculating expression didn't change as his hands gracefully went to his side, and he issued her a warning. “Fight, or die.” His muscles in his shoulders shivered as the first part of the energy gathered in his hand, and immediately, from his lips poured the name of the blessed attack that only his father could master completely. “KAH-“ Diana looked up. “-MAI-“ A smirk covered her beautiful face. “-HAH-“ Gohan failed to notice the green ki disk spinning on her fingertips. “-MAI-“ It was too late, and a split second before he released the growing attack, Diana had screamed her own attack, and a myriad of green, sharp ki disked rushed against the wave, but time stopped for her as the full force of the energy broke her disks out of the way. “-HAH!”

 

She moved the shunt the attack, but her technique was flawed and it plowed through her, evaporating part of her gui and slamming her through a woodland of trees, rocks, and bushes before she was embedded in the side of a cliff that fell down around her in boulders and dust. Pain ripped through her body as she pushed the large amounts of hill and dirt off of her, and she stopped to gingerly finger her side. She had miscalculated his energy, and as a result, her left arm was hindered at her side from her broken ribs and dislocated shoulder. She stood, her face contorting in pain.

 

Vegeta watched their fight from afar and appraised the situation. When it came down to her fighting skills, her technical skills far exceeded Gohan's, but where she failed was her inexperience. She was not accurate in her judgment of ki levels, and as ki attacks went, although the plethora of green disks she could throw from her hand was impressive at a glance, the power levels were pathetically low from lack of use and lack of refining.

 

As the dust cleared, a figure perched on top of a boulder glared at her evenly. “You messed up.” Gohan snarled. “Where you fight for nothing, for hatred, for emptiness, I fight for love. I fight for my daughter!” Diana's eyes registered fear for the first time as Gohan straightened himself regally and stepped off the rock, walking on air. With each calculating move, he exuded power that was quickly dwindling from her grasp. She wanted to power up and pull it into her, but her abilities were dampened by forces she could control, and in the end, it was this that caused her to fall before Gohan that day.

 

As Gohan's feet touched the ground, and he closed the small steps between them slowly, and he did something that sealed his fate in the next few seconds. With a very deliberate gesture, he tangled his fingers in her hair and lifted her off the ground with one arm. In that second, Diana exhaled, and time stopped. The rage that had been pent inside of her from years of living as a human and the hatred that had been forced to be contained for too long broke apart the barriers against her ascension, and she surged, sending Gohan flying away from her, and into the hill that so hard that the earth around him evaporated in gas and flowed off of his skin like molten lava.

 

“Don't you EVER fucking touch me like that again!” Just as Gohan stood, he found himself under the force of a myriad of punches and kicks that were almost unbelievably vicious, and he began to block as quickly as he could, but in her rage, her speed increased, and he was finding it hard to keep up with her as she punished him for the folly of picking her up by her hair. When she lifted her hand to throw a punch, he saw his chance, and he took it.

 

Diana suddenly found breath extremely hard to catch as long fingers wrapped her throat, and she looked into furious green eyes. Gohan snapped. “YOU FUCKING WHORE!” He screamed. With a mighty throw, he threw her across the burning fields into another demolished hill and followed her body with the same speed, not even giving her time to breathe when she stood up. “She was the best of us! The most helpful! The most beautiful!” He gripped her by the neck again, and Diana's pale emerald eyes closed. She expected to die, he realized, and he found himself smirking in happiness at her submission.

 

Instead, he wrapped fingers around her dislocated shoulder as one hand held her limp body in the air by her throat, and he squeezed. He felt a sweet sense of pleasure as a scream bubbled from her throat as the bones crunched in his hand and shattered, leaving her arm loosely at her side in a waving mass of flesh. “That's right, bitch. Just think of what you did to Pan's body when you feel your bones breaking apart by my hands!” He snarled. The amount of power that flowed through him suddenly spiked when Diana looked up at him with pain hazed eyes and dared to smirk at him.

 

“She screamed….” Diana suddenly grinned at his maliciously and chuckled hoarsely against the hold on her neck. “…like a stuck pig.” The energy in the valley increased tenfold as fury poured through the air, and she stared in shock as the short, spiked hair began to cascade down his back, and Diana was looking into the face of rage itself as Gohan's hold suddenly tightened as he tossed her across the fields like a ripped rag doll.

 

Fury pounded through his every being. He never thought of Pan that way…had he? Had he seen her as Saiya-jin breeder? No. Gohan screamed his final rage as he gathered energy into his hand. “You will die! And you will remember in hell the face of my daughter as the last thing that flashes in front of your eyes!” The energy grew, and from where Diana stood precariously, watching with tired eyes, she could not fight back. Her energy was spent, and as it seeped out of her body, her spiked mane of blonde fell to her shoulders in smooth, ebony tresses, and the emerald eyes one again turned pale blue.

 

If she was to meet her death at the hands of Gohan, at least she would have helped him remember the most important thing before she died. Vaguely, in the back of her mind, she heard Vegeta screaming at Gohan to stop the attack, but for whatever reason that she could not identify, the oldest Son was too far gone in his fury to hear the screams of his father's lover. Diana closed her eyes, and she breathed out.

 

In the moment that the final attack was released, the air between Diana and Gohan moved. In that one second of eternity, life stopped and a life began as sweet, red blood splattered across the pale, beaten skin of the ebony haired woman. A soft, girlish sigh of pain reverberated through the mass of broken, burning trees and destroyed mountains, and in that soft, breathy Gohan's heart shattered into a million pieces.

 

Diana could smell the fresh, earth scent as it washed over her while her eyes were shut, and she imagined to herself that was her one moment of happiness before she died at the hands of Gohan. The happiness of the only person that had told her the only thing she had ever wanted to hear. At the moment that the attack should have impacted her chest, chunks of flesh and bone blew across Diana's body, and she opened her blue eyes, and for the first time in her life, she cried out for someone.

 

“PAN!” The beautiful onyx eyes shimmered once, and as her body fell back slowly, the wind whispering through a curtain of black silk, she was caught in the arm of the person that she had given her life for and she smiled. The smile could have moved mountains with its purity as it broke its way through solid steel and ice and reminded Diana that she, indeed, could still feel. A bloodied hand touched the alabaster skin of Diana's cheek, and soft words were uttered that sent Diana into a deathly spiral to sorrow.

 

“Only for you. Because I believe…you can still love.” With that, life seeped from the expressive black eyes and returned back to the circle from whence it came, only leaving a bloody smudge on Diana's cheek. The pale blue eyes went listless with grief, and it wasn't until Gohan let out a terrible, horrifying scream of pain that Diana looked up as he fell to his knees on the ground. He fell forward, his fingers digging into the charred soil, his voice suddenly breaking the forced silence after the scream.

 

“Oh my GOD.” He sobbed against the dirt. “Pan!” Her name was wrenched from his throat in a broken, anguished scream, and in that scream, the air stopped moving, and all life ceased to be in that second that Gohan realized that he was a murderer. Earth ceased to exist around him as his life ended when Pan exhaled her last breath. “Oh god, my baby.” Vegeta flew down with a small pouch in his hand, but when he tested the pulse of the girl in Diana's embrace, his eyes darkened.

 

Gohan pulled himself to his knees in front of Diana, and for that one moment in eternity, their battle was forgotten as pale blue eyes closed and reopened to charcoal black filled with shock and grief. When Gohan registered the pain in those eerie eyes before she hid it, he nearly allowed consciousness to give out on him. Diana…she loved Pan. There was no two ways about it.

 

Gohan extended his arms as Diana offered his daughter's broken body to him, and as he pulled her corpse to his bleeding body, he released a howl of pain and he buried his face in her shoulder. “Baby…I'm so sorry….so sorry….oh god…. Noooooo.” He sobbed so desperately that Vegeta's face contorted as if though he was attempting to keep a straight face instead of breaking down, but as the sun shone above them in a beautiful day, the rain poured over Gohan's heart, and he sobbed his grief and guilt over his daughter's form.

 

Diana's broken body gave out just as Vegeta caught her, and laying her down gently on the ground, he pressed a senzu bean between her lips, and then turned his eyes back onto the grieving Gohan. His dark eyes didn't shed tears, and he did not betray his feelings, but instead, the slight gaze of insanity was back, and he bowed his head. “Rest well, Son Pan. Rest well.”