Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Breath of Sorrow ❯ Aishou: The Grief of Goku and Vegeta ( Chapter 12 )

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Japanese translation of `Aishou' is sorrow and grief. Appropriate, don't you think?

 

 

Trunks was the next person to get to Diana, and he was not as forgiving as Videl had been with her claws. He released the ki bands from Diana's arms that had held up off the floor, her shoulders creaking painfully, and the moment she collapsed down onto the cold tile face down, Trunks send the tip of his golden boot into her side, cracking her ribs with a sickening crunch. Diana cried out in pain, and she clawed at the floor, her nails breaking on the grout between the white tiles.

 

Trunks ripped her clothes down her back, and she screamed in fear, her memories crashing down upon her in full force. “You want to know what it feels like! YOU WANT TO KNOW?” He screamed at her. The black gui ripped away from her pale skin easily, and she felt the ki bands reappear over her wrists, she screamed at being controlled, and she started when she felt nails digging into her side and tearing away deep strips of skin, pouring blood down onto the white tile.

 

She was scared in the first time of her life, and there was nothing she could. She pulled against the ki bands, but they cut into her skin, and she screamed in anger and fear, and all she received for her struggles was a powerful hit across the back of her head, sending her onto her face. “Shut the fuck up, bitch.” Trunks snarled in anger. She felt her pants ripped away from her body, causing long bruises to appear over her long legs and hips, only leaving her in a sports bra and laced black thong which the lavender headed prince ripped away harshly, making her scream in pain from the friction against her most sensitive skin.

 

She began to buck the moment she felt him behind her, but with the ki bands around her wrists, she could not fight him with her energy, and as a result, she was weakened and opened in front of him like a whore. She screamed out in frustration and rage as he clamped his hands over her hips, the nails digging in painfully, causing more blood to pour down onto the tile. He hit her across the back of her head again, sending her face painfully into the white floor with a crack.

 

Trunks pulled his dick from his pants and snorted in amusement as she gasped for air and tried to writhe against her bonds. With a single movement, he sent her face into the floor again with a command. “Not a goddamn sound, you stupid cunt. You'll feel just what she did when you fucking raped her! YOU'LL PAY!” He sent her face into the floor again, this time more viciously, shattering her brow and her nose.

 

In the moment that blood spurted out from her nose, Trunks drove his rage induced erection into her depths, and initially, she cried out brokenly, then her voice dissipated in the air of the room as Trunks breathed firmly against the silence. Something had given way when he'd forced himself inside of her, and his eyes widened in shock. <I>It was impossible.</I> When he withdrew slightly and saw the bright blood spread over his cock like a disease, his stomach turned, and a slow, perfect satisfaction slid through his being.

 

“This will definitely hurt you more than it will hurt me!” He spat out at her. He began a furious pace, making her skin tear underneath his ministrations, and in his rage, he didn't notice that she only laid her head down onto the tile and closed her eyes, taking the punishment without a sound. She dug her bleeding fingertips into the grout, further forcing her nails into her hands, nearly wanting to scream with the pain, but she could not.

 

Trunks grunted once, signaling his release which he let go over her naked body with a face of disgust. He picked up the precious black gui which was soft and faded from years of use, and he wiped off the blood from his cock and threw it down at her. With a snap of his fingers, the ki bands vanished into the floor, and she was free, and all she did was roll onto her side and curl up into a ball, wanting to vanish with the energy of the bands.

 

Blood splattered across the cleanliness of the floor as Trunks kicked her across her face, causing her to bite all the way through her tongue and her lip at the same time. Trunks didn't need to say any words as he pummeled her after violating her prone body. He was absolutely furious with her, and if still she had been at full strength, his massive rage would have scared her even then. She coughed in pain from her broken ribs and tears leaked from her eyes, but she did not openly sob her pain.

 

Trunks raised his hand to backhand her across her face, and she laid her head down on the tile, submitting herself to the punishment that would inflict the physical pain on her that she harbored inside of herself. The moment the hand came down over her face, she whimpered, and she tried to block out the happenings and fade to a beautiful beach far away that beckoned her with white sands and quietly lapping waves. When she closed her eyes in resignation, the beach is not where she found herself.

 

 

He was so beautiful. The gold bracers inlayed with strange stones complimented his smooth, brawny skin, and the ring that encircled his head dipped down over his brow, betraying the nobility that ran through his veins. Even in his fury and as her blood dripped from his hands and speckled his stomach and chest, he stood regally, sweat wrapped around his massive chest and arms like a shining blanket of silk as he looked down on his broken lover, his dark eyes glittering dangerously.

 

“You bitch… How could you give me a female?” He brought his fist down across her cheek, the bone shattering in it's wake, causing the beautiful planes of her face to sink into themselves. She cried out in pain, but she didn't openly sob out her pain as he continued to beat her on her birthing bed. The indignant cries of the tiny infant could be heard from the hands of the nursemaids who cleaned her mother's blood away from her, and she was silenced quickly by a small bottle to her mouth to prevent her father's wrath from being visited on her during her earliest hours.

 

“Females are weak!” He screamed at the woman. “Fucking disgusting! How dare you not give me a son!” He raised his hand again, and the woman closed her eyes in submission to his anger. It was obviously her fault that she birthed a female, for she knew nothing of genetics and pairing. She lived only to serve this one man of a royal house that had been expelled from his planet. When she felt her skull cracking under the force of the blow, she didn't utter a sound. Instead, she felt consciousness slip blissfully away from her, leaving her finally in peace after her long labor.

 

The man turned back to the tiny baby that had unfurled a beautiful, snow white tail, and unblinking pale blue eyes stared back at him without fear. The nursemaids scattered in fear with exception of the one that fed the tiny female Saiya-jin with a slight amount of apprehension in her eyes. As the man slipped his arms around the child, the nurse helped him situate her correctly in his powerful arms before taking her leave from him and attending the broken woman in the birthing bed.

 

The man looked down at the child with mild disgust until a powerful amount of energy flowed out of her as she cried her indignity at an empty bottle. His eyes widened. She was just like him. He closed his eyes and felt out the baby's ki signature, satisfied that it was much stronger and more powerful than he could have ever imagined. This would be his saving grace and his completion should his father's plan not work. She would be the destroyer if he was to be the destroyed.

 

“A female with my power? Interesting.” He gazed down at her, his eyes deceptively soft and tender. “Your name is Aishou. You will be Kakarot's sorrow and Vegeta's grief.” With those words, he smiled, and his hands smoothed out the wild shock of black hair on the infant's head as she screamed out her anger, his chest rising and lowering in pride of his mate's accomplishment to carry a Legendary child.

 

An older man, horribly scarred and revolting to the gaze stepped into the room, gazing at the child in his son's arms. His cape swished around him like a deliberate statement of his stature, and he brushed his gloved fingers through the “She is an elite. Look at her tail.” He pointed to the snow white fur that was beginning to curl around her father's wrist as her sobs quieted and began to fall into sleep.

 

“Indeed, Father.” He answered back quietly. He rocked the small creature in his arms before giving her to the man behind, and he smiled maliciously. “She will either conquer Earth for our race, or she will destroy Kakarot and Vegeta. Either way, father, she is of great use to our cause.”

 

The man looked upon his son with great pride and smiling, he remembered a time when he believed the same of his son. Now, with the ki inhibiters strategically placed all over his son's body in the golden jewels that he wore so proudly, he could control his son, and indeed, he had been useful. The Legendary was nothing to sniff at, and even at half power, his son could destroy entire planets. He looked over at the sleeping woman on the bed, bandages covering her bruises and stitches holding her skin together in discreet places.

 

The last concubine of the royal house had escaped and found her way into his son's arms after the laughable mercy of King Vegeta, and as an elite, she had the right to claim what she wanted, and she wanted nothing more than to restore the race that Frieza had so brutally wiped out. She loved her mate with all that she was, and she even bore him a beautiful Saiya-jin female that would be the savior of their race…and the destroyer of the Saiya-jin weak.

 

The man looked at his son and motioned to the door. “Come, Brolly. We must begin her programming.”

 

Diana was pulled from her vision by excruciating pain pounding through her legs as she felt the cracking and snapping of bones at the hands of the young prince fuming with unrequited anger. “You bitch… you whore…Fucking murderer!” He screamed at her without offering mercy. He continued to beat down on her with no compromise, her body breaking beneath the powerful force of his rage, and she didn't even look up or open her mouth to scream out her pain.

 

Consciousness began to slip from her as she felt the furious Saiya-jin ripped away from her body by a furious voice that she remembered as Vegeta's. She couldn't hear what he was screaming to the boy or what the boy screamed back, but she could feel something pressed between her lips, and she chewed reflexively, her jaw aching with the movement. In a few seconds, the room faded into her vision, and she was looking into familiar, piercing dark eyes.

 

“V-Vegeta.” She gasped in sweet air without the pain, and she flinched as she looked around for the furious Trunks. “Y-your son was very angry. He loved…” She choked off at the word, and Vegeta nodded, helping her from the floor and straightening from his crouch over her.

 

“Why haven't you blabbed the truth yet, woman?” He demanded sharply as Diana straightened herself. She winced as he threw the bloodied shirt of the gui over her shoulders to give her a small amount of dignity as he surveyed the floor splattered with her blood and saliva.. “You need to tell the truth or they will kill you.” He commanded quietly. The voice was filled a certain sadness, and as she looked up, expecting see nothing but disgust, she was shocked when there was a quiet grief in his eyes.

 

“If I tell them, they will blame Gohan.” She answered him quietly. “And everything that he stands on will be destroyed.” Diana looked away. “I cannot do that to a warrior that thrives on his family. Not one that treats his family with such careless grace.”

 

 

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Gohan found his brother at the top of the CC building, his chocolate eyes scanning the horizon. As he approached quietly, Goten sighed gently. “I keep expecting her to come flying over the buildings for her normal daily training.” He lamented.

 

Gohan nodded, trying to hold back his tears. In truth, he expected the same thing, and he couldn't believe…no just wouldn't… that she would never come back to him.

 

“We have the Dragon Balls.” He declared softly. “But we can only have one wish, Dende said. If we wish more, they will crack again and more lives will be lost.”

 

Goten shoved his hands into his pockets. “A wise man told me that life is a circle.” He began. At the surprisingly deep words from his brother, Gohan grew silent in his grief to listen to the words that began to pour from Goten's mouth. “At first, I thought he was insane. A fucking circle? Give me a break! The more I thought about it, though, the more sense it made. We die, right? Our ki joins the Kai in the heavens, and our body feeds the flowers that feeds the animals that feeds our children. And the process starts all over again.”

 

“So I got to ask myself…You ever ask yourself questions, brother?” He paused for a moment and then continued. “Why should death be such a fucking disaster? Maybe it's just the way things go! Maybe that's why I can handle Pan's death. Accident or not by Diana's hand…” Gohan flinched without Goten's notice. “…it was her time by grand design, and now she'll feed flowers that wave in the wind and feed the animals that will give us the strength to fight to protect Earth.”

 

“If you think about it, she's not really gone. She's ascended to the ultimate level, and I think that she'll be back one day. I can feel it. Even more than that, Gohan, I think that if she saw us pining away over her and beating the shit out of Diana, she'd be disgusted and upset with us. You know how Pan-chan was! She loved to be kind to people, and even if it was a bad guy, she'd wipe away his tears if she thought that would turn him good.”

 

“In the end, I think that we have to believe that she would have wanted us to move on and wish for Dad back instead of her with the Dragon Balls. I think that she knew she would die soon. You ever get the feeling she knew more than us? I did. All the time. I think she knew that we would be better off using Shin-ron to bring back our father. He's so strong that Vegeta and he can protect this world long after we're dead.”

 

Gohan nodded quietly as his brother finished his speech, and his eyes closed in shame. The power of his transgression weighed his heart down so forcefully that he doubted he could lift into the air to fly if he wanted to, and he was nearly surprised that he wasn't falling through the floors of the CC building because of the weight on himself.

 

“Look, Goten, I know a thing or two about losing someone, right?” Gohan sighed, not looking at his younger brother. “They don't know, and they can't see who we are. Our greatest enemy is our fear, and we indulge in it every day. We use it to guide what we do, and that is something Dad would be so ashamed of. Do you think that he'd be happy with the way we are now?”

 

“Maybe Pan's death was a reminder, you know? Of how careless we've got with our power. We're so afraid of the things right here in our hearts that we forgotten how to protect the world around us and our loved ones. We're so fucking concerned about ourselves that we don't look at anyone else! Mom cries herself to sleep every night, and she gets sicker and sicker by the day, and I can't remember the last time our entire family had a meal together.” Bitterness filled his voice. “Now we never will.”

 

Goten's pained chocolate eyes turned to Gohan. “Why didn't you kill her?” He asked quietly. “She killed your daughter for God's sakes. Your own daughter, and you didn't even take a limb!”

 

Gohan glanced at his brother. “It wouldn't have brought Pan back.” He answered simply. That was the honest truth of the matter. Pan would never be brought back, and so the brother made a decision together that day on the roof that would irrevocably change their lives forever.

 

“Gohan, we should bring Dad back with the Dragon Balls.” Goten affirmed. “Pan would have wanted it that way.”

 

The eldest living Son sighed and closed his eyes, letting go of his daughter forever. “Then let's do it.”

 

 

Vegeta leaned against the counter of the kitchen, watching Bulma comfort ChiChi as the Son brothers entered, followed by an aged Krillin. Marron, of course, had not changed, her blue eyes shining in complete happiness with her husband. Trunks entered the room, towel drying freshly showered hair, and he found a seat at the kitchen table next to Dende who looked serious for once.

 

The once tiny Namek had grown into something to look at with lithe muscles, silken green and flesh colored skin, and green eyes that sparkled with humor and wisdom. Bra entered quietly, still dressed in black, sitting next to Goten on the kitchen bench. He reached an arm around her protectively, making Vegeta nearly smile if it hadn't been for the small crowd there in the kitchen. Gohan cleared his throat and offered his arms to Videl who nodded quietly as his decision.

 

“I'm the eldest son of Goku, and so Goten and I have chosen who to bring back with the only wish that we're allowed with Shin-ron.” He smiled down gently at his wife, and Vegeta's heart fell through the floor in dread. The choice, either way for him, would be excruciatingly beautiful, and yet painful at the same time.

 

Goten ran gentle fingers through the aqua locks of the princess in his arms and he looked up to the room with big, sorrowful chocolate eyes. “We've chosen to bring back Dad.”

 

The room went deadly quiet, and everyone stared at the youngest Son. Vegeta's eyes widened, and he gasped. “Y-you're bringing back Kakarot?” He started. Gohan nodded firmly and looked to Krillin.

 

“I thought you'd like to see your best friend before you went to see the Kai, Killan-san.” He said quietly. The older man nodded, and then, he sighed.

 

“This isn't a decision we've taken lightly, Gohan. Make sure you do it for the right reasons.” Krillin ordered softly.

 

“Indeed.” Dende answered. He stood to his full height. “After this wish, you will have to discard the Dragon Ball radar at my request and give time for the evil to seep out of the Dragon Balls before they are wished on again. It will take thousands of years.” Everyone went deathly quiet, and it was then that the prince spoke, his voice directed to the wife of the only person he'd ever loved.

 

“ChiChi.” He crouched down in front of her as she sat on the bench. “What are your wishes, onna?” He asked tenderly. She blinked at him for a moment and then looked to the azure eyes of Bulma before continuing.

 

“I hoped that Pan could be brought back with them… For Gohan and Videl. I'm an old woman, and I will not be around much longer to be able to love my husband.” She paused and looked up to her eldest son. “But Pan can't save the world, Gohan. She'd never be strong enough. We need to bring back Goku to keep Earth safe.”

 

Vegeta nodded curtly and looked to his wife. “I already know your opinion, harpy, so save me your hysterics.” Bulma only issued her beloved a glare before glancing to ChiChi again in comfort.

 

Trunks nodded in agreement, his hand resting on Goten's shoulder. “I think she's right, Father. But none of us can make the decision truly. You are the Prince of All Saiya-jins, remember, Dad? Goku was the only other pure blooded Saiya-jin… well…since that bitch came along. We still have to figure out who the hell she is.” He shifted from foot to another before straightening his back and raising his chin. “But we are the royal family, Father, and you are the one who decides.”

 

“Then it is already decided.” Vegeta said standing. “We will resurrect Kakarot with the wish, and we will lay Pan's memory to rest. If anyone has an object to this, tough shit. I'm the prince, and I've decided.” His tone was decidedly staunch, and he glanced to Gohan and Goten. “Gohan should be the one to make the wish under the direction of Dende. Are there any objections to that?” The room remained quiet, and the Prince nodded.

 

Vegeta leaned back against the counter, waiting for anyone to speak but no one uttered a word to him. “Then it is done. Tomorrow at dawn, we will see our friend, enemy, father, and husband again and say our goodbyes to Son Pan.”