Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince's Bodyguard ❯ Prince VS Prince ( Chapter 11 )

His eyes felt like they were full of sand. He squinted against the red glare of the Vegeta-sei sun and groaned, trying to sit up. He felt like he'd been in battle with a hundred of Frieza's men- and lost. Trunks blinked and rubbed his hand over his face, his head throbbing. Struggling to his feet, he took in his surroundings. He was in the woods, naked. His body was covered with bruises and wounds, results of some kind of struggle. There were scratches all over his face, arms and chest, as if someone had been fighting him off, someone with long nails. A woman? He looked and felt like he'd been in a battle, a battle with someone very powerful, even compared to him. That left only a few choices. There was Goku, Goten, Gohan and, of course, his father. The question was, which of them had he fought and why?

A moan from somewhere nearby drew his attention and he looked up as Goten stumbled out of the trees. Blood smeared down his chest and shoulders, dried in a thick glob near his temple, Goten looked worse than Trunks felt. "Trunks?" "You okay?" Trunks asked, his tongue feeling thick and too large for his mouth. "I think so. What the hell happened?" Trunks shook his head. "The Run, but I don't remember anything. It's strange. I always remember the Run in the morning." "Was it you I fought?" asked Goten. Trunks shrugged. "Could've been. I don't know. Why would we have fought?" "Normally I would say over a female. During the Run, it would make sense, but to tell you the truth, Trunks, I really don't think it was you that did this to me. Whoever did it was stronger than both of us." Trunks nodded. "And it looks like he wanted to you dead, too. That rules out Gohan and your dad. The only possibility that leaves is my father." Goten's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why would your father want to kill me? I know for a fact I didn't try to take his woman. Even during the Run, there's no way I'd try to rape my own niece." Trunks blinked and his face paled and Goten groaned. "Shit. You weren't supposed to find out this way." "Pan and my father?" Goten nodded, miserably, wondering who would kill him first for this. Pan for giving up her secret or Trunks, for not telling him sooner. "For how long?" "A few days." Trunks closed his eyes. "That's why she told me we couldn't see each other anymore. Because my father had taken her already." Anger was burning in his voice and Goten had to force himself to say "Trunks, he didn't take her. It wasn't force." Trunks was silent and still. "My father did this," he said at last. "Why?" Goten wondered. "Rape." Goten blinked and looked at Trunks, wondering if his friend had understood what he'd been trying to tell him. "Trunks, Vegeta didn't rape Pan." "But I did. Or at least I tried to. I can smell her here, on me and him too." Trunks' voice had gone monotone and flat, his blue eyes empty. "That's why we fought. I tried to take his woman." Trunks blinked, several times and raised his eyes to Goten. "My sister was here as well, Goten. Her scent is all over you." Goten's mouth fell open as he realized that Trunks was right. He could smell Bra, under the blood and sweat and- sweet Dende- sex.

Goten suddenly found it hard to breathe. He'd raped Bra, Trunks' sister, Vegeta's daughter, Princess of Vegeta-sei. Vegeta was going to kill him, if Trunks or Pan didn't do it first. With a sinking feeling, he glanced over at Trunks and saw his own questions mirrored in Trunks' eyes. What exactly had they done during the Run and what was going to happen now?

Bra and Pan looked up when the doors to the royal training room opened and Goku and Gohan came through them. Goku looked worried and Gohan looked angry. He moved quickly to Pan and gently took her bruised, scraped face in his hand, lifting her head and inspecting her neck. "Daddy-" "Who did this to you, Pan?" he demanded, his furious gaze shifting to Vegeta, who had stopped his training exercises and now leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. "Vegeta!" "Daddy, no, it wasn't-" Pan started to say, but Gohan was already on his way across the room. "Gohan, stop!" Goku warned, but it was too late. The younger man flew across the room toward the prince, landing a well-aimed kick on Vegeta's chest. With barely a grunt of acknowledgement, the prince sent Gohan flying backward, landing on the mat with a thud. He rose to his feet, ready to attack again and Pan grabbed his arm. Without looking to see who had a hold of him, Gohan flung her backward, ripping his arm out of his grasp and Vegeta was suddenly there, his hand on Gohan's throat, his fingers beginning to squeeze, harder and harder, on his windpipe. "I will allow the attack on me to go unpunished because you are angry and seem to feel I am responsible for the bruises on your daughter. However, you will not lay hands on a Saiyan Princess, my mate, without repercussions." His tone was low and deadly and Gohan's knees began to bend under the incredible power of the Prince. "Vegeta, stop! Please," said Pan, alarmed. She moved to her mate's side and put a hand on his wrist. "Vegeta, please. He's my father. He didn't mean it. I'm fine." Finally, Vegeta glanced over at her, saw the pleading in her eyes and he slowly released Gohan. Pan's father fell to the ground, coughing and Goku stepped forward, as did Bra. The young princess stepped close to Pan, as if afraid and Goku looked at the two girls, then at Vegeta and his son. "No, Pan, you're not okay. Gohan didn't do this and neither did Vegeta. So, who did? Who hurt you and who hurt Bra?"

Pan looked down and Bra seemed to shrink in size, her face paling. Vegeta watched them both, waiting to see how the would answer. "I don't want to talk about it, Grandfather," Pan finally said.

"Tell them, Pan. Tell them it was me." All five people turned to the doors to see Trunks and Goten, wearing pants, but still in the same shape they'd woken up in. Bra grabbed Pan's arm and Pan took an involuntary step back, toward Vegeta. Trunks walked toward her and Vegeta pulled her and Bra back, stepping in front of them. Sensing that something was very wrong, both Goku and Gohan readied themselves for a fight, but their opponent was unclear. "Tell them, Pan," Trunks repeated. "Pan, what does he mean?" asked Goku, his brow furrowed as he looked at the young prince, the boy he'd known since birth. "He means that my son tried to take her against her will during the Run last night," said Vegeta, evenly. "What were you doing out during the Run, Pan?" Gohan demanded, his eyes widening. "It wasn't exactly planned, Daddy," Pan said, quietly. "I can understand now, why Trunks is in the shape he's in. Someone tell me why Goten looks like he's been in a war," said Goku, carefully, glancing at Bra, who was almost cowering behind Pan. "Simple, Goku," said Vegeta. "Your son raped my daughter." Silence fell, heavy as an axe and Gohan stared at his brother in shock.

Goten looked at the floor, his expression sickened. "Father, we have a score to settle," said Trunks. Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "You attacked my mate. The challenge is mine." "You took her when you knew I wanted her. I say I hold the right," Trunks countered. "If you think you can beat me, then by all means, let us begin," Vegeta growled, stepping away from Pan and Bra and toward his son. Trunks moved forward, his body tensed and ready. Goku looked from one man to the other as they prepared to kill one another. This fight had been coming for years, the pressure and tension building in both of them until walking into a room that contained both of them was like standing next to a ticking time-bomb and it appeared that time had just run out. Stepping back, Goku prepared himself for the explosion.