Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vengeance of a Prince ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

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 12:

Gokou opened his eyes very slowly, feeling groggy. Vejita' s body was still pressed against his side, one leg thrown possessively over his own, a powerful arm curled around his waist. Gokou felt a smile spread over his face as he gazed down at the sleeping prince. Vejita sighed in his sleep and woke, as if sensing Gokou's gaze on him. Eyes that were blacker than the dark side of midnight opened and locked onto Gokou's face. There was a flicker in their depths, a flash of… something. "Good morning, my Ouji," Gokou said, softly. The play of expressions over Vejita's face at those words fascinated him. Surprise, quickly masked by the customary scowl, though the angry visage seemed somewhat softened by Gokou's acknowledgement of his position.

Vejita started to sit up, but paused when he felt Gokou hardening against him. A smirk crossed his lips. `Why not?' he thought to himself, in the face of Gokou's evident arousal. `Why not take another bout of pleasure before I destroy him?' Yes, Kakarrotto was the enemy, a Son, but he was also a Saiyajin and the fact remained that the damnable baka was the best fuck Vejita had ever known! Only a true, full-blooded Saiyajin could have done what Kakarrotto had done to him the night before. Vejita's smirk deepened into what was almost a grin as a new idea stole over him. Kakarrotto's Saiyajin instincts had guided him in pleasuring his prince. Now, they would see if the same instincts would get him through the roughness of a pure, primal Saiyajin fuck.

~*~

Bulma squinted against the morning sunlight and rolled away from the window, struggling to remain asleep. She heard the door open and then close, followed by the silence of a Saiyajin prowl. "Vejita?" she mumbled, starting to open her eyes.

She never saw Pan coming before the powerful blow connected with her jaw. Bulma's head snapped to one side, barely avoiding her neck breaking. Her jaw shattered, her face already swelling and pain exploding from her face, Bulma forced her eyes open and stared at Pan in terror and confusion. Unable to talk, or scream, paralyzed by pain, Bulma could do nothing but stay where she was and wait for the next blow to come.

Pan drew on her ki, pulling it together and forming a glowing ball in her hand, as she had been taught. In silence, her black eyes deeper than a dead man's dream, Pan fired the ball at the blue-haired human and watched with something like satisfaction as the energy connected with Bulma's midsection and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Moving closer to the bed, Pan looked down into the pain-glazed eyes of her best friend's mother and saw the question in the blue depths. `Why?' Bulma's eyes asked her. Pan leaned close. "He's mine, bitch," she hissed. "No woman puts her hands on my prince and lives." Pan drew back her hand, ready to strike the killing blow, to tear out Bulma's throat and the woman closed her eyes in acceptance, ready for the pain to stop.

The thirst for blood, the need for revenge faded, just a little as she gazed down at Bulma's face. This woman had borne Trunks and Bura. She could see Bulma in both of them, the beautiful, proud prince, the lively, vibrant princess. The possessive instincts ebbed just enough for the girl that she had once been to come forth, if only a little. That small bit was enough, though.

As the terrible emptiness, the utterly cold, calculating look faded from her eyes, to be replaced by shock, revulsion and horror for what she had nearly done, what part of her was still screaming at her to do. Shaking, she backed away from the bed, staring at Bulma's broken body, lying on the bed. Even without the finishing move, the woman was dying, would be dead in only minutes. Panic threatened to set in and Pan fought it down, moving quickly to the drawer beside Bulma's bed and hoping against hope that hold habits would die hard.

She was rewarded with the sight of the small tin box. Pulling it out and popping the lid off, Pan dumped the single senzu bean into her palm and then placed it in Bulma's mouth. "I know you can't chew it, Bulma. Just swallow it whole," she whispered. With baited breath, she watched, waiting, until she saw Bulma's throat move as she swallowed the magic bean. Then, not sure what else to do or say, Pan ran from the room.

~*~

Gohan smiled, slowly, evilly, as Bulma swallowed the senzu bean and his daughter ran from the room. So, his child wasn't enough of a Saiyajin to finish the job? It was her mother's blood, he concluded. The ningen were weak, that was common knowledge. It was okay, though. He would finish off the human bitch and then he would find his daughter and teach her what it meant to be Saiyajin.

Flying to the window, he pushed it open, easily breaking the lock. Piccolo was right behind him as they landed inside the room, near the bed. Lying still on the mattress, waiting for the senzu bean to do it's magic, Bulma didn't notice them at first. When she opened her eyes and saw them, though, she gasped and tried to call out, but her broken jaw prevented it. Calmly, with a smile on his face, as if visiting a sick friend, Gohan sat on the bed, beside her, ignoring the blood. The scent was sharp and metallic and it was stirring something in him, but he pushed it aside for the moment. "Rest, Bulma," he said, placing a gentle hand on her forehead. "You need to be completely healed before we begin or you won't last nearly long enough." Absolute terror took hold in her blue eyes and she stared at him. Her eyes shifted to Piccolo, pleadingly, searching for the absolute calm and reason in the Namek's eyes. All she found, though, was the evil, blood-thirsty being that he had been before he had joined forces with Gokou all those years ago. She returned her gaze to Gohan and tears started to well up as he bent down and pressed his lips to her forehead. "Don't worry," he whispered, "it won't be long now."

~*~

Bura regained consciousness as the liquid drained from the isolation chamber and a computer voice said, "Full health restored." Coughing and sputtering, the princess was unprepared to find herself in the pod and when the door slid open, she fell out, her knees refusing to support her without at least a little prior notice.

A warm embrace caught her as she fell, keeping her from hitting the ground and Bura blinked up at Pan. "Hi," Pan said, hesitantly. "Pan? What happened?" Bura struggled to force her legs to hold her up and then noticed the cold, a shiver immediately passing through her. Pan grabbed a Capsule Corp robe off a nearby hook, hung there especially for use in this situation. "You don't remember?"

"We argued, and I remember feeling myself slip. That was it. I'm assuming I hit my head or something. What I mean is… what happened to you?"

Pan stared at her for a moment, then shook her head to clear it. "Let's get you upstairs and showered, then we can talk about it," she finally said. Bura studied her face for a moment, then nodded. "All right."

~*~

Pan was sitting on Bura's bed, right outside the open bathroom door, where Bura was showering, when she heard her friend call out to her. Jumping to her feet, she moved into the small, steamy room. "Bura? What is it?"

"I need your help," said Bura, sounding almost embarrassed. "I can't get this crap out of my hair." Without stopping to question herself, Pan stripped out of her clothes and got into the small stall. Through the steam, she could see Bura, slender and pale, soap suds running down her slick skin. Pan raised her eyes to Bura's face to see her friend staring at her, eyes wide and then she remembered the shape her body was in. Her hand came up to cover the bite marks on her throat, but it was too late. Bura grasped her wrist and yanked her hand away. "Pan- who- what…"

"You know what this is?" Pan asked.

"Of course! Father made sure me and Trunks knew all of the Saiyajin rituals. Who did this?" Bura was standing close, her lips only inches away from the mark. Hesitantly, she leaned even closer, her tongue flicking out, tasting and she knew. Her father's essence was strong. Vejita had claimed Pan. Suddenly, the bruises and other various small injuries made sense. She'd seen them before, on Trunks. They were Vejita's marks. Trunks had confessed to her once that during the sex, everything Vejita did was a mix of heaven and hell, pure ecstasy and torture, all at once. At times though, if their father had been particularly rough, Trunks would be sore and tender for days afterward. Bura could only imagine what Pan was feeling.

Without thought, Bura's arms came up and twined around Pan's neck, pulling her close. Pan slid her arms around the princess's slender waist and returned the embrace. They stood that way for a long time, perfectly still under the hot spray from the shower. Then, in a gesture that seemed more natural than anything she'd ever done in her life, Bura's tongue flicked out again and she licked at the bite mark on Pan's neck, tracing the red, inflamed flesh, tasting the hint of blood, the sharp, spicy flavor of her father and an essence that was purely Pan, sweet and heady. She nuzzled Pan's neck, softly and was rewarded when Pan's fingers moved to her tail-spot and began to knead. A soft, kittenish purr rose in her throat and she rubbed her pelvis against Pan, instinctually. Pan's breath quickened and she leaned her head back as Bura licked a path down her chest, to her breasts, suckling lightly at first one nipple, then the other. She pressed harder on the princess's tail-spot, lightly scratching with her nails and Bura released her nipple, lightly nipping her way down Pan's flat stomach, pulling her tail-spot out of reach, so Pan tangled her fingers in the thick, azure hair.

The first touch of Bura's tongue on the center of her nearly made Pan scream and her knees buckled, but Bura caught her and carefully laid her back, in the tub. She shut off the shower spray with a flick of her wrist and then turned back to Pan. Eyes heavy lidded with desire, Pan was watching her, waiting to see what she would do next. With a smirk that was pure Vejita, Bura lowered her head between Pan's thighs.

Pan's hips bucked under Bura's tongue and her mouth opened in a silent cry, fists clenching and unclenching at her sides as she crested, time and again. Bura's hands were on her hips, her nails sinking into that pale flesh, a low, hungry growl in her throat as she brought Pan to climax over and over. Finally, sometime - moments, hours, days, years? - later, after the air had begun to cool and the steam had started to clear from the mirrors, Bura gave one last nip at Pan's inner thigh and then crawled up her body, crushing her lips to Pan's mouth. Pan parted her lips, welcoming, tasting herself on Bura's tongue as her hands slid down the satiny smooth skin, to tangle in the azure curls at the apex of her thighs. One finger slid into the damp heat, then a second and Bura moaned, softly, against Pan's mouth.

Tongues still dancing, breath coming harder and faster, Bura parted her legs to give Pan access. Taking the invitation, Pan's thumb found that sensitive bud, hidden in the curls and flicked it, roughly. Bura's hips arched and she let out a soft cry as Pan slid her fingers in and out of the liquid silk, rubbing over her clit with just enough force to borderline on pain. Bura came quickly, a wet warmth rushing over Pan's hand and she stroked the princess down, slowly, their kisses gentling, calming, until their mouths parted and Bura rained soft, feather-light kisses over Pan's face and throat. Her mouth lingered over the bite mark, longing to sink her teeth in, to eradicate her father's claim. She knew it could be done. Pan hadn't completed the bond with Vejita. The fact that she was female had kept Pan from feeling any pain and kept her father from being alerted that someone was trespassing on his territory, but it couldn't keep her from claiming Pan as a mate…

Pan pulled back a little. "Don't. He'll kill me," she said, hoarsely. "No. We could claim each other, Pan and then he couldn't kill you without killing me as well," Bura said, soothingly, her lips still lingering, her breath hot on the tortured flesh. Pan sighed. "Not yet, Bura. After all of this is over, after Trunks is brought back and everything is finished, then yes, but not now." Her voice sounded tired and sad and Bura drew back, looking down at her, concern showing in jewel blue eyes.

Pan looked pale and drawn and while the misty, glazed look of passion still shone in her eyes, there was so much else there as well. Sadness, fear, grief, curiosity, the range of emotions was endless, never ending, always changing. Getting to her feet in the tub, Bura held out her hand to Pan and pulled the other girl up. "Come on, let's finish our shower and then go get some rest," she said, stroking one finger down the side of Pan's face and kissing her gently on the mouth.

~*~

TBC

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