Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vengeance of a Prince ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

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 8:

Gokou winced when he felt his eldest son's ki flare in pain. It wasn't just pain though. There was pleasure there too and Gokou could almost smell the musky scent of sex. He wondered, briefly, who it was that his son was with, then pushed the question out of his mind. It was none of his business.

Faintly, he could feel the pressing sadness that had represented Goten since the death of Trunks. His younger son's energy had changed from the strong, bright ki of a youth living and loving life with a rare passion to that of a lost soul, floating helplessly through each day, lost in a dark wasteland of emptiness. At the core of the sadness was a spark of anger, of hatred, a desire for vengeance that flickered and burned and Gokou was glad of it. That small bit of fire in his son's soul was all that was holding Goten together these days.

Blinking, Gokou forced his thoughts away from his children. He couldn't afford to think about them. Goten's grief was slowly killing him and Gohan was a cold-blooded killer. To focus on their conflicting energies was distracting him from his goal. Scowling, a look that came so rarely to the Saiyajin's face, Gokou concentrated on seeking out a certain energy, one that he had always felt, for years. The one that had blinked out of existence early this evening, snapping Gokou out of a deep meditation. Straining every sense he had, the Saiyajin searched for the ki of his wife, his mate, Chichi, only to confirm what he already knew. She had no ki. Chichi was dead.

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Vejita smelled the boy before he saw him. Goten hadn't showered in days, it seemed. He was sitting alone near the cave where Gokou had often hidden from Chichi when she was in a temper. He wore the same gi pants that he'd been in when Vejita had last seen him, though he'd discarded the shirt. In the semi-darkness of dusk, Goten's pale, well defined chest seemed to glow with a light of it's own. Despite the fact that his hair was unkempt and he was dirty, the boy was beautiful, his dark eyes sad and expressive, his face finely boned and perfectly chiseled. His mouth was full and looked soft, inviting. As Vejita watched, a tear slid down each side of Goten's face and he closed those beautiful black Saiyajin eyes in grief. Seeing him standing there as the moon rose and threw soft silver light onto his perfect form, Vejita suddenly understood why Trunks had turned to Goten. He was a warrior, a Saiyajin, proud and strong, but he was vulnerable and Vejita knew that Goten had openly shown Trunks the affection and love that the boy had so desperately needed.

Vejita stepped toward him, battling with himself. Watching Goten, Vejita felt drawn to the demi-Saiyajin, as if to touch him, to be with him might connect him with Trunks once again. He was a Son, yes, but did Vejita honestly believe that Gokou's youngest was capable of murdering his lover, let alone powerful enough to kill a Saiyajin prince? As he argued with himself, Goten glanced up and saw him.

The demi-Saiyajin froze, staring at him. The look in his eyes was frightening. There was pain there, grief and fear, but also a strange sort of relief, either of Vejita's presence and an end to his self-induced solitude, or perhaps to the death he was sure the Saiyajin no Ouji was bringing him, the release from the torment that Trunks' death had caused him. Without allowing himself any more thoughts, Vejita quickly covered the ground between himself and Goten, stopping directly in front of him, close enough to feel the boy's breath on his own lips. Goten didn't move, just stared at his prince with eyes that reflected a broken soul. Vejita stared back for a few moments, black gaze locked on the younger Saiyajin's eyes, before placing his hands on Goten's shoulders and forcing him to turn away, facing the stream that ran through the clearing.

With a little pressure, Vejita guided the boy into the water and then turned him back around, so they were face to face. With one deft motion, he untied Goten's gi pants and they slowly slid down his legs, coming to rest on the sandy bottom of the stream. Waist high in water, more gentle than he could ever remember being, for reasons even he did not understand, the Saiyajin no Ouji washed away the filth from Goten's body, as if he were a child. No longer afraid, nor even curious, but simply accepting, Goten stood still and let him. Once the last traces of the grime that had coated that perfect, pale, beautiful body had been cleaned away, Vejita guided the demi-Saiyajin out of the water and back onto the grass. Goten turned slowly toward Vejita, reacting at last. Water ran in rivulets down his body, tracing and accenting the curves and ridges of the muscles beneath the skin and Vejita didn't move when Goten stepped close to him and began to strip away his clothing. It took only a moment and then the two of them were standing naked in the clearing, face to face, two pictures of perfection, warriors, one pale and perfect and the other darkly tanned and battle scarred.

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TBC!