Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vengeance of a Prince ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

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 11:

"You know. Don't tell me you don't know." Gokou's voice was on the verge of panic. Vejita watched the younger Saiyajin cautiously, knowing every word and movement had to be carefully planned, honed to perfection, before he could move. The topic of conversation was common sense: Gohan. Vejita had never once stopped tracking the boy's movements after their encounter on the beach, and each twist of the murderer's mind, body, and ki left him more proud and eager. Killing him to avenge not only Trunks, but Videl as well was so sweet it left him hungry.

Vejita was starving… and dinner was waiting for a reply.

"I refuse to speak about him," Vejita said huskily, stepping away from the embrace to sit down on the bed. He moved to the center and leaned back against the large soft pillows that his wife had picked out. They had long ago stopped sleeping in the same bedroom - their tempers and haughty attitudes just too similar to handle each other for more than ten hours at a time. He stretched out comfortably, eyes never once leaving Gokou's. Vejita allowed his hands to run down his bare abs before settling just around his waist, crossed carelessly. His legs spread slightly, giving the younger Saiyajin an eye full.

Gokou's breath grew quicker as his obsidian eyes wondered along the prince. Was Vejita really doing this? He took a cautious step close to the bed, pausing as he felt the mattress against his knees. "'Jita…" he whispered. Vejita scowled at the shortened version of his name, but did not comment on it as he normally would have. He extended a bare hand and smirked. "I don't want to speak at all, Kakarrotto."

An ecstatic grin crossed Gokou's face. He ripped away his shirt and toed off his boots as quick as Saiyajinly possible before accepting the hand. Vejita pulled him forward, taking Gokou into a loving embrace. Lips met fiercely, struggling for power over the other as tongues crossed barriers. Vejita ran his hands down the sculpted and unscarred body, admiring each curve through his fingertips. It was so rare for a powerful Saiyajin to have no blemishes from years of battle… but Gokou had always had access to miracle healing cures - Nameks, beans, the dragon balls. He was a god in every aspect.

Vejita would fix that.

He pulled back, breathing heavily, hands gripping around the edge of the Saiyajin's pants. "Off," he grunted in annoyance. Gokou grinned and pulled back, shoving the material down and tossing it over his shoulder. His shadowed face, highlighted only by the moonlight that shone in from the edges of curtained windows and the extreme dimness of the lights from the ceiling, stared down nervously at Vejita, in desperate need of approval and affection.

He claimed to be Saiyajin?

Vejita only answered the plea with a greedy grin, reaching up and wrapping his arms possessively around the warrior's shoulders, reclaiming lips that had been lost moments ago. He moaned against the warm mouth as he mentally saw Trunks in his mind. His hands ran through thick wild hair, pretending it was lilac baby soft locks. He could almost hear Trunks begging for just a little bit more. The boy had always wanted just a little bit more. He purred against his will, chest rumbling against Gokou's as strong soft hands ran down his hips, stroked his need. Vejita tossed his head back with a long loud groan, legs spreading wider, accepting the dominance that Gokou had taken.

Let the warrior think he had control over anything in his life.

"'Jita… do you…"

"Shut up," Vejita grunted, lidded eyes staring up at Gokou. He reached out gently and cupped Gokou's cheek, a faint smile crossing his lips. "Make… make love to me, Kakarrotto."

The words even tasted bad on his tongue.

"Vejita," Gokou whispered heatedly, leaning down at once again claiming Vejita's lips. The Saiyajin no Ouji pulled away after a brief moment, head tossing to the side as Gokou pulled his hips up, fingers intruding within his caverns, trying vainly to loosen the tightness. Vejita moaned against the intrusion, body writhing as Gokou stroked the sweet spot within. His hands grabbed the soft sheets beneath him, threatening to rip the fabric if the torture continued for a moment longer. "Kaka…raah!" he roared out as a strong fist wrapped around his jutting erection, stroking in time with each thrust of the fingers as more joined inside.

Gods… forgive me, Trunks.

Guilt and sickness overwhelmed him as he closed his eyes against the unbearable pleasure. Pan had been in revenge. Goten had been out of loss. Gokou… it was driving him to madness. Each touch from the warrior he so loathed caused him to ache. He cried out and drove against the fingers and the darkness exploded in white light. Warm wetness splashed over his stomach, coating the Saiyajin's hands.

"Mmm…" Gokou purred, the scent of Vejita filling his lungs. He drank it in like an drug addict going through withdrawal would another shot. It made him hunger for more. He leaned forward, running his already damp fingers through the sticky whiteness. He longed to taste it, but it was destined to serve better purposes. Gokou returned the fingers inside Vejita's opening, moistening the tight skin. Three soft caresses with Vejita occurred before he removed his hand, sliding his hips between Vejita's thighs, tugging the Saiyajin's legs over his shoulders.

Dazed eyes opened slowly, looking up to meet a gaze that longed for affection. "Vejita," Gokou whispered nervously, the head of his arousal pressing against the Saiyajin's entrance. Vejita smirked and chuckled. Did the Saiyajin really think he was a virgin in such affairs? How idiotic could Son Gokou be? "I know," he responded, hands loosening the sheets that had begun to rip during his climax. "Go on."

Gokou's eyes widened nervously, and Vejita immediately knew why. The Saiyajin believed he'd been raped by Furiza. That was no doubt the first thought that rushed through his head, and Vejita didn't blame him. Contrary to the Saiyajin's thoughts, Vejita had been raped on occasion by the Icejin, but his virginity had been taken by Raditzu when he was just a child. Raditzu had heard of Furiza's little extra activities, and had wanted Vejita to experience the pleasure of sex before the pain.

He had never thanked the Saiyajin for that, Vejita thought somberly.

"Vejita… Kami, Vejita… I love you so much." Gokou leaned down and kissed welcoming lips, one hand entangling in raven-colored locks, fisting the mane and pulling Vejita further against his mouth. Gokou slid inside and swallowed the painful grunt that Vejita unleashed. "I'm sorry," he whispered against the Saiyajin's lips, wishing that no pain could come from their touch.

Vejita growled in annoyance. Was the warrior going to behave like an ignorant infant the entire time? He couldn't handle much more of the love crap that he was spewing. Vejita tossed his head back, allowing Gokou's lips to travel down his jaw. Vejita stiffened as he felt Gokou kiss his neck. He couldn't allow the Saiyajin to claim him. Gokou doubtfully had any idea about what a biting meant, but it was instinct. Thankfully, Gokou pulled back after only a brief nibble, his thrusts within Vejita increasing to an almost violent pace, drawing a small amount of blood with each invasion.

Against his will, Vejita felt himself again growing aroused. He cursed mentally, turning his head away as Gokou leaned down. Warm lips nibbled on his ear as loving hands ran across his torso, thumbs brushing against hard nipples. Gokou felt the arousal brushing against his stomach. He chuckled softly and sat back on his knees, slowing his pace. Vejita whimpered, looking up with narrowed eyes. He was doing this just to drive Vejita mad! "Kakarrotttooooooo!" he nearly yelped as Gokou gripped his arousal again. Vejita couldn't take any more of this. He reached down, hand encircling Gokou's, only to find their fingers interlocked, erection between intertwined fists. Oh gods… this couldn't be happening.

Guided by Gokou's hands, Vejita found the strokes and Gokou's thrusts timed perfectly. Vejita fell back against the pillows and bit down on his own tongue to keep himself from nearly screaming. Gokou heard the muffled cries and smiled down, increasing his momentum. He struggled to keep himself from loosing it all as Vejita's caverns tightened and pulsed. Vejita roared as he climax, and Gokou wasn't able to sustain himself for a second longer as he felt the insufferable tightness grow even tighter.

Gokou collapsed over Vejita, eyes rolling into his head with pure exhaustion. Unconsciousness followed quickly as he surrendered the insane world to itself in favor of his prince.

Vejita's pants slowed after a few moments. He remained still beneath Kakarrotto, allowing his legs to slid down and settle in the sheets. The moon was rising higher with each second, and he was fatigued from the long and unique afternoon. He reached out and grabbed the Saiyajin's shoulder, shoving Gokou onto his side and tugging the sheets over them.

Leaning down on the pillow, unmindful of the sticky mess the two had created, Vejita stared at the peaceful face of the Saiyajin. He'd been too overwhelmed with the insanity to even consider the fact he had meant to claim the baka.

Gokou whispered something inane in his slumber and reached out, arm falling around Vejita's hips. Vejita stared at the offending hand, but didn't remove it. It was… almost comforting. He knew that Gokou had not lied. The Saiyajin really loved him. He realized at that moment, with a small sigh, that he had never really ever been loved like that before. He loved Trunks… but Trunks had never loved him… not the way the boy did Goten.

Could Trunks love him like that? Vejita yawned, his eyelids growing heavy. There was too much spinning in his mind. Things would appear clearer when the sun rose… and perhaps this pleasure that Gokou had caused wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Perhaps… perhaps tomorrow…

Vejita's breathing slowed. Sleep had claimed him.

~*~

There was a sense of erratic peace inside him, a contradiction running beneath his skin. Something inside him was screaming, trapped in dark walls, but the quiet whispers left a freedom within his mind. Gohan stood a few feet behind Piccolo, watching his mentor hover above the ground. He felt the struggle in the Namek's mind as Piccolo scrambled for some control over his mentality. Dawn was approaching. Gohan had tried to sleep, but hearing the quiet hum of Piccolo's meditation, along with feeling the strain of arousal in his groin had prevented such peace from claiming him. His blood boiled for action. His mind screamed for violence. His tongue demanded blood.

Gohan was growing impatient.

He moved forward across the field. Piccolo had dragged him here, believing the place secluded, where they would be safe from Vejita. Piccolo was overestimating the Saiyajin no Ouji, Gohan thought. Vejita talked a big game, but when things got around to it, the Saiyajin was a wimp, especially within the last few years. Bura's birth had softened him, made him weak.

Moving soundlessly, Gohan crossed the distance between him. His thoughts were suppressed, not wanting Piccolo to know he was there before he was ready. Piccolo had ridded himself of the large white armor and cape, remaining only in the dark purple gi, red belt tightly around his waist.

"Piccolo!" he exclaimed sharply. The Namek spun around with a growl, lips pulled back to reveal fangs that had tasted Gohan's flesh. Gohan laughed aloud, voice husky as he smelled his own scent still on Piccolo's skin. The Namek hadn't bathed since the last time they'd been together. Gohan grinned as he realized Piccolo's mouth probably still tasted like his blood. He reached forward, wrapping his arms around his old teacher, pulling Piccolo against him as he claimed those lips. Indeed, the caverns of Piccolo's warm mouth were still tainted by the claim. Piccolo didn't refuse Gohan's embrace. His arm circled around the Saiyajin's hips cautiously, not pulling him closer but certainly not shoving him away.

Gohan pulled back, panting for breath. Lidded eyes gazed down at his mate. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing… their bond. He would have fun breaking Piccolo. Gohan grinned at the thought, knowing it echoed in the Namek's head. Piccolo glared up at him, but did not speak or mentally respond. "So stubborn," Gohan said with a smirk, sitting down on his heels as Piccolo descended and sat across from him, brows narrowed.

"I know," Gohan said, holding his head up to gaze down at Piccolo, watching every motion, thoughts locked onto his mind, waiting for some sign of betrayal. How hard would it be to kill the Namek if this bond didn't work? Death was the only way to end such a thing. Gohan cleared the thoughts from his mind before Piccolo heard them and smiled sweetly. "Why don't we go confront Vejita about Trunks?"

Piccolo didn't respond.

"After all, I'm certain he knows about me…."

"You killed Videl."

Gohan sighed, looking away, trying to isolate his impatience and rage. "Yeah, ya'know what, Piccolo? I did." He turned back to his old mentor and learned forward on his hands and knees, face inches away from Piccolo's. "You want to know every little detail? I'll be more than happy to describe how I fucked her until she screamed for release from the pain, then dug my teeth deep into her flesh and ripped it away, swallowed that delicious meat, and watched her bleed to death with a grin on my bloody lips." He grabbed the Namek's shoulders and shoved him back on the ground, lidded passionate eyes staring down. He ground his hips against Piccolo, watching as he stared back, black eyes not revealing disgust or contempt… merely staring. "What do you have to say about that, Piccolo?" Gohan demanded, leaning down until their noses brushed together, feeling each other's breath against their lips.

"Vejita will kill you if you admit to killing Trunks," Piccolo muttered after a moment. Gohan tossed his head back in laughter, climbing to his feet. "I bet!" he exclaimed giddily, bouncing on his toes. Piccolo climbed to his feet, gaze locked onto Gohan, studying each insane move. The boy truly had lost every inch of sanity he had. "Why don't we go find out what'll happen, huh? No time like the present." Gohan powered up, tapping into his Mystic powers, black hair pulsing with ki, eyes blazing green, wasting precious energy he would need against Vejita.

"You'll die, Gohan."

"You underestimate me, Piccolo!" Gohan shouted, rising to the air. He paused as he began reaching the treetops, brows narrowing. "Tell me, Piccolo! Will you let him kill me?"

Piccolo stared up at Gohan, testing the question in his mind. Could he stand aside as Vejita ripped life away from Gohan, merely watch as his mate was ripped away?

Could he have ever let any harm come to Gohan?

There was no need for a response. Both knew the answer, and it had only been amplified by their mating. Not only did he need to protect Gohan because of his love for the idiotic boy, but now Piccolo had to protect his own sanity as well. If Gohan died… he would lose what little of his mind he still possessed.

~*~

She moved across the floor, ears tuned into every single sound that happened anywhere nearby. It was amazing, this rush of sensations. She could feel the floor beneath her feet pulsing with energy from electrical wiring and pluming! She could hear the songs of birds outside as dawn rose! She could feel her own heart beat beneath her chest. It was a rush. It left her breathless. Sweat covered her brow and chest.

What had happened to her? Pan hadn't the faintest clue, but she loved it. She felt as if everything on Chikyuu was somehow connected to her. There wasn't a thing that occurred anywhere nearby that she didn't sense, feel, or hear. She could feel her blood running beneath her skin. Her fingers tingled with the longing to touch something… anything!

Pan had spent the majority of the night in Bura's room, fearful to go anywhere else. Regret and terror had filled her when she had smelled the warm blood pour from her best friend's skull. She hadn't meant to hurt Bura! She could never have hurt the beautiful young princess. It was Bura's own fault, however. The girl didn't know where the lines lay between kindness and intrusion on privacy.

She paced across the floor and paused inches before the two filled rejuvenation tanks. Bulma - whore that she was - had made sure to build two of them years ago: one for Vejita, the other for Gokou. The two machines sat side by side, one detecting a heartbeat, the other flat-lined, steady quiet beep never ending, but it seemed like nails on a chalkboard in Pan's ears.

The world seemed to have forgotten about her, but she didn't care at the moment. She couldn't sense her mother, but her brain was on overload, and missing the small ki of a human would have been quite an easy mistake. Something strange had happened to her father, but strange things were nothing unusual.

Pan stared at the beautiful image of the man she had lusted after for so many years. His long lilac hair hovered around a scarred face. The tank had repaired a few of the injuries, but without life they could not be completely healed. His clothing was coming apart, unable to hold together under the chemicals.

Just a little while longer, and he would open his eyes and smile as the world greeted him. Trunks had no idea just how important he was to the world.

Her eyes easily tore away from the luscious prince to stare at the princess. Bura would be healed in just a few hours, and Pan could apologize and tell her everything. She took a deep breath, smelling the awful liquid even through the thick pods. Her heartbeat increased as nearby ki rushed through her mind, pulsing, demanding attention inside her head.

Bulma…

Bulma was waking up above her, turning beneath the sheets and the sunlight began to play across her face. Pan could feel the heat of Bulma's body increasing as the woman's blood began to flow faster. All thoughts of Bura and Trunks rushed out of her mind as she remembered the rage that she felt when Bulma had touched her master… her to-be mate.

Pan moved away from the tanks, giving one last glance at Trunks and Bura. She had no right to desire Trunks anymore. He was free to be with others as far as she was concerned. Her only motive was Vejita… and she would have him…

At any cost.

~*~

TBC