Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vengeance of a Prince ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

Vengeance Of A Prince

(© Jady Arewar and Shi-Saiyan)

Rating: NC17

Warnings: Too many to list! Character death, incest, sex, Yaoi, Yuri, mockery of Saiyajin mating rituals, violence, lots of blood, hentai, insanity, etc.

Summary: Vejita's world falls apart when Trunks is accidentally killed.

Pairings: Gokou/Vejita, Vejita/Trunks, Gohan/Piccolo, Gohan/Bulma, Pan/Vejita, Pan/Bura, Vejita/Goten, Gohan/Pan, Gokou/Pan… and I'm sure I'm forgetting a bunch.

Chapter 6:

Bulma entered the lower levels of Capsule Corp quietly, thoughts of her son whirling through her mind. She'd been avoiding this place for days, not wanting to look upon her son's lifeless body again, but wanting to all the same. Needing to. Now, she gave in to the need and walked silently into the room that held the Saiyajin isolation chambers. She gasped when she saw the faint glow from not one tank, but two. Rushing forward, she stared in disbelief at Bura's motionless form, floating, suspended in the thick fluids. Almost afraid to look, she nonetheless turned toward the monitor and was able to breathe again. Her daughter's pulse rate was strong, her vital signs only marginally below normal. The computer told her that Bura was being healed of some kind of serious head trauma. Biting her lip, Bulma let her gaze travel from her daughter to her son.

Trunks floated, lifeless, his lavender hair turned a strange green color by the liquid inside the tank. She could still see the horrible marks on his throat, the cuts, scrapes and bruises that he'd sustained in that final battle. His opponent in that battle, his murderer, was still unknown to them, but soon the dragon balls would be reactivated. Soon, they would be able to bring Trunks back to life and he would be able to accuse his killer in person.

Suddenly feeling very old and very tired, Bulma sat down on the cold cement floor and stared up at the two tanks with blurry, tear-filled eyes. Alone in the basement room, Bulma cried for her children, both the living and the dead.

~*~

Piccolo didn't turn around when Vejita landed lightly on the cliff behind him. Floating in mid-air, his legs crossed, the Namek was meditating, as usual. Vejita scowled, wondering why a being so powerful would waste the time meditating when he could be training. "Namek," the Prince said, gruffly. "What do you want, Vejita?" asked Piccolo, in that deep, calm voice of his. "You know which of the Sons killed Trunks. You can read Gohan like a book. Tell me. I want to know who is responsible for the death of my son," Vejita demanded.

Still, the seven foot tall green being did not turn to face him. "I'll tell you nothing, Vejita." Vejita smirked. "That's right, I almost forgot. Your loyalties lie with the Sons."

"My loyalties are none of your business, Saiyajin."

"Just remember, Namek, that when Trunks is wished back and reveals the identity of his killer, the Son family will pay and they will pay in blood," Vejita promised. Piccolo didn't respond and Vejita turned to leave. He glanced back over his shoulder.

"By the way, you may want to go out to the beach. Your student seems to be suffering from a little too much guilt. He needs his pet Namek to bring him back to reality. Oh… and Piccolo? Make sure he comes all the way back. I want him fully aware, conscious and screaming when I rip his heart from his chest." Then he was gone, blasting into the sky in a flash of cold blue power. His words had hit Piccolo hard and worry for Gohan shone in his eyes as he finally moved from his meditative position and took off toward the beach.

He found Gohan only minutes later, standing at the edge of the cliff, just as Vejita had left him. His black eyes were blank, empty as the hole in space where Planet Namek had once existed. "Gohan," he said, gruffly, landing beside his student and tentatively putting a hand on the Saiyajin's shoulder. Gohan blinked, the sound of his name from Piccolo's lips drawing him back to reality more than the touch.

TBC!