Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vengeance of a Prince ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

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 9:

Vejita stood rigid as he felt the boy reach out, hands tracing along his hips gently. They should have been fighting, battling each other in grief, struggling to defeat each other and claim Trunks as their own, but instead there were no heated words or thrown fists. Goten's hands were soft as the young teenager touched him, caressing skin, tracing over wounds long since healed. The boy was so pale, his skin seemed to glow beneath the rising moon.

Did he know his mother was dead? Did he realize his entire universe had fallen away in the last twenty-so hours? Perhaps that was what all of this madness was about… his sanity. Vejita pitied him… and was disgusted by him… and yet…. Trunks had loved this boy. Goten had a piece of his son that Vejita could never possess… but he could possess Goten.

Vejita did not object as Goten stepped forward, resting his face against Vejita's chest. Staring down at the tiny form, he couldn't help but smirk. Two Sons claimed in one day… why not? Kakarrotto would be enraged… and Gohan… sweet murderer Gohan… there was no doubt in Vejita's mind that Gohan had killed Trunks. The boy couldn't even face him without verging on madness or tears.

He stepped back, grabbing Goten's shoulders. Fearful eyes stared up at him. The teenager was quite aroused by the mere situation. Vejita allowed his eyes to roam over the slender form, eyes lingering around curves curiously, memorizing each precious sculpted angle. In his mind he could see Trunks doing the same, his son's hands roaming along this warm flesh, lips touching each inch of pale skin.

Vejita knelt down and grabbed Goten's hips, pulling the demi-Saiyajin forward with little gentleness. Goten had already experienced the sweet niceness of making love. Now he was going to be fucked.

In one large swallow, Goten's arousal was encased in Vejita's lips. Goten didn't have time to react to the sudden sensation as Vejita grabbed his arms and yanked them behind Goten's back, encasing the wrists in a ki bond that was impossible for the young powerless Saiyajin to break. Goten gasped for breath, but did not speak. There wasn't room for words between the two. Vejita turned his hands to Goten's hips, nails clawing along the pale skin, adding crimson to the vanilla shades. His lips tightened along the tip as he pulled out, savoring the moans that he earned in reward. Sharp teeth scraped along the delicate skin, causing the pale flesh to become almost white in the path the fangs traced. Goten jerked against his restraints, but Vejita held no mercy for the child. His quickening pace was the only result that Goten achieved from his struggles.

Finally, words were spoken as Goten reached completion, filling Vejita's mouth with delicious sticky warmth. It was a cry of anguish and protest, words possessing little sense, but words nonetheless. Vejita remained on his knees, accepting Goten as the boy collapsed into his arms. The bonds flickered away and Vejita chuckled, running his hands through the short damp locks of black hair, wondering in silence if Trunks had ever done the same.

He held no scruples with his thoughts of Trunks. Vejita knew Goten did the same.

Gathering up the body, reminding Goten in the simple motion that they were far from finished, Vejita pulled him into a brutal kiss, allowing Goten to taste his own seed. He felt Goten's tongue brush against the roof of his mouth and he bit down, savoring the taste of blood. Should he claim the boy?

Goten pulled back, and for a brief moment Vejita thought Goten suspected his schemes, but he was quickly proven wrong as Goten pressed a hand against his chest, pushing him back on his elbows, attempting some twisted form of dominance the boy thought he had. He chuckled and threw his head back as he felt Goten trace a warm path down his abs before, like he had done just moments ago, Goten sheeted Vejita's length with his lips.

Did the boy think he'd get away with that?

Vejita reached down, running his fingers through the rough locks and gripping, easily getting control of the boy's cranium. He stilled Goten and easily trusted his throbbing cock into the warm caverns, but paused as he heard the boy gagging. Vejita pulled Goten up and grinned at him. Fucking was a bitch sometimes.

In one quick tug, Goten was against him again. There wasn't any reason for Vejita to claim the child, he realized with a smirk as he saw black eyes watching him nervously… eyes filled with lust and need. In those few moments as Vejita held Goten in his mouth, the boy had become his… his toy, his rag doll, and until Trunks returned it would remain that way.

Another Son belonged to the prince.

Two down… two to go….

Vejita rose up on his knees and raised a brow to Goten. Surely the boy wasn't that idiotic. Thankfully, perhaps one that should be credited to Trunks, Goten was not. The boy turned around and rested on his hands and knees, body still and relaxed by force. Perhaps he'd been wrong. Had Trunks taught Goten a thing or two? Vejita gripped the hips, his arousal wet with Goten's saliva, and slowly slid within the boy's caverns. The lids of his eyes slid shut as he was surrounded by unbearable tightness. Had Trunks been dominated by Goten all those months? Vejita ignored the grunts of pain and pulled out swiftly, shoving in again before the boy had time to react.

Goten jerked forward against the harsh thrust. His hands fisted the grass as his teeth ground together. It wasn't really painful, just quite uncomfortable. He didn't allow himself thoughts as he allowed Vejita to abuse his body. If he tried to think he would panic and flee. He didn't want to leave this… whatever it was.

Vejita pulled Goten's body back against him as he continued the relentless thrusts. Quiet moans of pleasure escaped his lips. It was far too much to bear, and white spots were appearing in his vision, making him blind in ecstasy. He saw now why Trunks favored the demi-Saiyajin so much. The boy was quite a good fuck. Vejita roared out as he reached climax, hands clawing in the boy's hips, ripping away chunks of flesh. Goten yelped in pain, collapsing on his elbows as he was filled by Vejita's heated seed. Tears ran down his cheeks as he gasped for breath, relieved as Vejita finally pulled out of him.

Goten waited in silence to hear Vejita mock him or give him a final release on life, but moments passed and no words came. Gathering what little dignity Goten still had, he shakily climbed to his feet, arms wrapping around his cold body, and turned to face the Saiyajin no Ouji.

He was speechless as Vejita reached out and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him close for a brutal loving kiss. Vejita wrapped his arms around Goten's waist as their tongues battled for dominance, but a breathless and confused Goten pulled back in confusion before the fight was complete.

Vejita looked down at him, cheeks slightly flushed, a fine gleam of sweat coating his skin. Goten's heart pounded inside his chest. He needed to know what the hell was going on. Without Trunks he just felt so… lost.

All that the prince offered him was a careless grin. Vejita gave him a single abrupt nod, sexy smirk playing across his lips, before he turned away, gathered his gi, and vanished off into the night.

~*~

He'd been sitting out there all afternoon, thinking… panicking. Merely listening to the erratic ki of all his family and friends was enough to tell him that the world around him was falling apart. Gokou watched the sky darkening with a sigh in his heart. Chichi really was dead. He had no idea where her body was. Without ki, he couldn't locate her. Did Gohan and Goten realize their mother had died? He needed to go and tell them… but he… he felt fear. He didn't know what was happening to his children. Perhaps it was mourning for Trunks… and perhaps even Chichi. Surely they would notice the lack of their mother's ki.

Wouldn't they?

Gokou didn't know anything anymore.

Vejita… he seemed to be everywhere. He seemed to be the cause of the pain and suffering. Wherever he went, fear and pain seemed to follow. Was this his revenge for Trunks?

Trunks… gods…. Gokou buried his head in his hands with a heavy sigh. Beautiful, sexy and powerful Trunks, lost to the world by… Gokou didn't want to admit his thoughts. His little boy… no… Gohan and Goten could have never done anything to Trunks.

He saw Gohan again, in his memories, swallowed by the blackness of night, carrying the bundle. The smell of blood and sex filled the air….

No… No! This couldn't be right!

How many more days before Trunks returned? One… ten… twenty? There was no telling. Gokou stared up at the sky, eyes gazing towards Kami's Lookout where Dende and Popo stood, watching over the universe.

How could this have happened to Trunks? How could the son of the prince be so… so careless?

He was trying to blame Trunks. Gokou sighed in frustration and fell back against the grass, arms behind his head. He knew an observer would be outraged by the carelessness he seemed to feel. They, as always, would be wrong. He did worry about things. He did feel regret. Gokou just wore a painted face, one to which he was accustomed.

Vejita… Goten… Gohan… Trunks….

He saw each one in his mind, so happy and carefree just weeks ago, with plans of the future and light hearts. Vejita's delicious scowl always so firmly in place, refusing to take part of anything that might bring him any amount of joy. Trunks' sly devious and plotting smirk as he planned to take over his mother's business and become one of the most powerful people in the universe. Gohan's serious studiousness that had only come from endless years of his mother's constant bickering. Goten's playful innocence that only hid his true feelings for Trunks as he watched nearly any chance of a happy future with Trunks slowly fly out to the window as the prince became engulfed by business.

That world was tightly woven… and no room for Son Gokou.

That world didn't exist anymore.

~*~

TBC!