Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vengeance of a Prince ❯ Ch. 15-19 ( Chapter 15 )

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 15

Pan gasped for breath as she woke. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending ultra-sensitive and her nipples and nether parts were tingling. Confusion warred with instinct in her head and Pan whimpered, sliding out of bed and away from Bura. She was mostly nude, wearing panties and a camisole top, but she gave no thought to covering herself as she moved through the halls of Capsule Corp. It took her a moment to realize what she was looking for. Vejita's scent. It was everywhere, though, and the trails seemed to lead nowhere. Somewhere up ahead was his bedroom and his scent was strong from that direction, but there was also a trail leading down the hall in the opposite direction, toward the stairs, as if he'd just passed by there. She didn't pause to wonder why she was following Vejita's scent, why she felt this need to find him, as if her life depended on it. Finally, her consciousness gave way to her instincts and she moved stealthily toward the stairs that led to the next level and to Vejita's bedroom.

Halfway there, she paused, her senses on full alert. She smelled sex and blood and death - and a Saiyajin. The rush of her blood escalated to a roar and she raised a hand to the door handle.

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Gohan's nostril's flared and his head snapped up, black eyes focused on the door. The handle was slowly turning and he felt his body begin to respond to the scents that were reaching him even through the wood. Heat and sex and sweat and Saiyajin - a woman in heat.

Had he been the man he was before Trunks' death, he would have fled to avoid the mindless violence and sex of rut, but not now. This Gohan licked his lips in anticipation as the ancient Saiyajin instincts fired his blood and readied his body for the female who was coming through the door. The bloody sheets were still on the bed, though Bulma's body was gone. Piccolo had gone to leave it somewhere for Vejita to find, like maybe in the lab, or floating uselessly in the Saiyajin regeneration tank beside Trunks, just another reminder of the Saiyajin no Ouji's powerlessness to protect his family.

The door swung open and a creature of ivory skin, midnight hair and feral lust slunk into the room like a wildcat on the prowl. She crept toward him, the door swinging shut behind her, her bare feet silent on the thick carpet. Crouching low, he growled and moved toward her, fully aroused and ready. His muscles bunched under his skin as they circled one another. Gohan recognized her and a cruel smirk played over his lips. His daughter was in full heat, her body aching to be filled. He could see the wildness in her eyes and he knew she didn't recognize him. She saw nothing through the haze of lust other than that he was male and he was Saiyajin. She may not have finished the ningen off that morning, but she was a Saiyajin and her body was no longer going to allow her to deny any part of that heritage - and neither was Gohan.

His hand shot out and grabbed the back of her neck, yanking her to him and crushing his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. She growled low in her throat and returned the kiss, her nails digging into his shoulders for the sheer purpose of drawing blood. The scent struck them both and further heated the lust raging between them. Gohan shoved her back, against the wall, her body making an imprint in the flimsy drywall; she didn't notice, merely wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her body screaming to have him inside her. One hand gripped her camisole and tore it away with a single tug. Her panties followed, fluttering, forgotten and in shreds to the floor. Without preamble, Gohan plunged into the wet heat and Pan cried out, in pain and pleasure, as her body stretched to accommodate his size.

Gohan grunted at the tightness, the hot walls pressing around him. He could see the claim scar clearly enough, could see and smell that it was Vejita's, but the prince had apparently only gotten to her once. She also had not known how or been allowed to return the claim. She was bound to the Saiyajin no Ouji, as was Gokou, but Vejita was bound to none. Pan snarled as her nails left bloody furrows down her father's back. He pounded into her, slamming her backside against the wall, over and over, until she screamed her release, her body arching with enough force to throw them away from the wall and onto the carpet. Gohan grabbed her hips and thrust deeply into her once more as he came, his fingers digging into her flesh, drawing blood as her body pulsed around him.

She opened her eyes, black as death and glazed with lust and he reacted without thought, burying his teeth into the soft flesh of her throat, tearing into the unmarked side of her neck. She shrieked and raised her head. Her teeth sank into the side of his neck, right over Piccolo's bite-mark.

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In the gravity room, the Saiyajin no Ouji paused with a wince. Sweat ran down the curves of his body, trying vainly to cool off his raging blood. Thoughts ran rapidly through his mind as the pain seemingly exploded inside his head.

Vejita clasped his hands to his head and dropped to his knees with a snarl of anguish. It was the bond with Pan. He didn't care about her in any real sense, but she belonged solely to him and no one touched what was his. Climbing to his feet, darted from the room and toward the stairs to kill whoever it was that was fucking Pan.

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As Gohan thrust into Pan's heat, Piccolo cried out, stepping back from the isolation tank where Bulma's corpse was floating, the blue-green liquid turning black from the blood that was still draining from her wounds. A low growl rose in Piccolo's throat and he moved toward the door to the basement, but before he could get there, a sharp pain pierced his brain and he stopped, taking a deep breath to regain his equilibrium. A new thread had been added to the bond in his head. Gohan had claimed yet another Saiyajin and if Piccolo wasn't mistaken, it was Pan.

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Chapter 16

It burned inside him, the darkness, the strangeness, and it made his body ache with wonder and curiosity. Nothing surprised him anymore, but he still couldn't believe it… his son and his granddaughter. Gokou leaned against the doorway, savoring each bang against the door as Gohan slammed his daughter into the wood. He could feel Pan's ache and wildness. He could smell the juices dripping from between her legs. He could taste the blood that was drawn as the two cried in their climax. He ached, he wanted, he needed. The thoughts of family relations fled from his mind as he moaned, fingers gripping the knob of the door as he heard the two slide to the ground.

"Father…" Gohan whispered as his eyes wandered up. Gokou stepped into the room, looking down at the young child curled against her father's embrace. The scent struck him like a tidal wave. Gokou stumbled back, leaning his head against the wall, door clicking closed behind him. Lidded eyes watched as Pan sighed and stretched, back arching. The muscles beneath her skin moved, making him ache even more. Her breasts were coated in blood, bite marks on the skin. Gohan had done that, Gokou knew. He could smell his eldest son's saliva on the skin.

A growl threatened to rise, but Gohan only smirked. "Want a piece, Dad?"

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He stared in horror at the floating body. Bulma… Trunks' mother…. Tears stung his eyes as he watched hair float around her face. Blood stained the greenish water, making it murky. It had to be an illusion. It couldn't be real. The water… the water was too thick. He couldn't see her face.

There was no doubt in Goten's mind, however. Trunks' mother was dead.

His hands trembled as he stumbled back. He had come to visit Trunks… but he couldn't stand seeing Bulma. Her face was ripped and torn, her throat completely ripped out. It made his stomach ache. He had to… to do something! Vejita… did Vejita know? Goten, mind clouded as he cried, desperately searching for some form of sanity he could grasp. He needed to find someone, anyone!

Goten rushed up the stairs towards the hallways in one of the far wings, searching with his senses for the first and closest person he could find. Something inside him screamed out that his father was nearby. Gokou! Gokou would know what to do.

Gokou always knew what to do.

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Turning beneath the sheets, Bura yawned and sat up, the first thought on her mind Pan. Blurry vision from blue eyes wandered across the simplicity of the bedroom before falling on the open doorway. "Pan?" she whispered as her yawn ended, climbing out of bed. Something inside of her was telling her to worry. Never one to second-guess herself, Bura made her way out into the hallway, wandering aimlessly through the hallways.

A cold hand pressed against the walls as she walked, feeling the softness against her skin. Wondering eyes glanced through open doorway, searching for the older demi-Saiyajin. Through windows she could see the falling sun. Was night approaching already? The day seemed to have been so short. Hope filled her with a faint smile. Trunks could return soon - so very soon. It was almost time to gather the dragon balls.

Excitement filled her and her search for Pan grew more desperate. They might be able to begin tonight! They needed to check the radar, see if the orbs had been reactivated. Her slow pace increased drastically as she darted through the hallways, calling her lover's name.

"Bura?" came a dark growl. The blue-haired princess spun around to see Goten standing against the wall, lidded tearful eyes watching her with… rage. Why was he so angry? "Goten?" she whispered fearfully, stumbling backwards.

"Get out of here," he demanded. Bura swallowed and shook her head. She didn't like the look in his eyes. Spinning around, she darted around the corner, calling again for Pan, but this time more in fear.

Her eyes widened as she caught a scent. It was sweet like honey but left her mouth burning, as if she'd just drunk something so hot it had burnt her tongue. She licked her lips unconsciously and moved midway down the hall, pausing at the closed doorway.

Gently grasping the knob, she turned it and silently sneaked in. Blue eyes grew enormous as she saw Pan spread out on the bed, head tossed back, small breasts gripped by fierce large hands. Gokou craned his neck around as he shoved himself into the tiny passage, eyes landing on Bura hungrily. The princess whimpered, stumbling back, only to find herself grabbed harshly by Goten.

"Not sharing, kid?" came a snarl from behind the two. Bura spun around and gasped as she saw Piccolo. The Namek grabbed Goten's shoulder, squeezing it. White nails pierced through cloth and flesh, coating the young demi-Saiyajin's shoulder in crimson. Goten snarled, releasing Bura.

Scrambling from the madness, Bura fell into Gohan's embrace against the far wall, just feet from the bed. Fearful blue eyes slowly slid up. A gentle smile was returned. "Bura," Gohan whispered, combing his fingers through her hair. Gohan leaned down, nuzzling her cheek, breathing in the sweet scent of Pan and Bura's mating. A rough tongue scraped along her cheek. Gohan purred against her ear. "So sweet…" he whispered.

A shriek from Pan caused Bura to jump back and turn. Pan reeled with climax, hands digging into Gokou's skin, ripping eight long scratches around his shoulders. Her little arms couldn't wrap completely around his muscular body. Bura sobbed softly, tears trailing down her eyes. Pan… how could Pan betray her like this?

"She's in heat," Gohan whispered, as if reading her mind. Bura's lips parted in a silent gasp. "You can't smell it?" Gohan wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, grinding his hardness against her firm backside. Bura's heartbeat began thundering in her ears. She couldn't smell Pan… but Gohan's scent was making her ache. Absentmindedly, she leaned back against the strong embrace, leaning her head against his shoulder. Gohan's eyes stared down at the exposed neck, just aching to pierce the skin, to claim yet another.

"DON'T YOU DARE!" came a snarl from the doorway. Gohan's eyes snapped up and a grin crossed his lips.

"Vejita…"

~*~

Chapter 17:

"Get your hands off my daughter," the Saiyajin no Ouji ordered, prowling into the room like a wildcat, his muscles rippling under his skin, his body bared, but for the brief training shorts. Vejita's nostril's flared and his body thrummed with the tension in the room. Blood, sex and Saiyajin were a heady combination as it was, but combined with a Pan's heat and the rut her scent had thrown the males into, Vejita's control was minimal. The situation was dragging the beasts inside them all to the surface and less and less rational thought was occurring.

The only one who was unaffected seemed to be Piccolo, but Gohan's claim on Pan had stretched his sanity to a precarious point. Bulma was dead, but it seemed he could still hear her whimpering through the bond Gohan had forced on her and there were more than enough voices sounding in the Namek's head now to drive anyone over the edge.

Vejita stalked toward Gohan and the younger Saiyajin gave a feral grin, flashing his fangs, his hand sliding under Bura's shirt to fondle her breasts. Her breath coming fast, body on fire as her Saiyajin blood reacted to the scents in the air, Bura threw back her head, arching into Gohan's touch, a tortured moan coming from deep in her throat. Gohan tilted his head and leaned close to her exposed throat, his eyes never leaving Vejita's. His tongue flicked out and rasped over the pale, creamy skin, sending a shiver through the Saiyajin princess. His teeth grazed her skin and a few drops of blood appeared, red on white, dripping down her neck and over her breasts, staining the white shirt.

Vejita was growling, openly, clearly ready to tear out Gohan's throat. With a harsh laugh, Gohan grabbed Bura's shoulders and threw her toward her father. She gasped and Vejita caught her, shoving her behind him and she hit the carpet, blinking in surprise and looking around as if she wasn't sure how she'd gotten there. "Papa?"

"Get the fuck out of here, Bura," Vejita snapped.

"Where- "

"The gravity room! The doors are thick enough. Now go!" he ordered. With wide blue eyes, Bura nodded and scrambled to her feet. At the doorway, she paused, risking her father's wrath long enough to look back and yell, "Goten!" The young demi-Saiyajin turned confused, lust glazed black eyes on her. "The dragon balls. They've been reactivated!" He acted as though he hadn't understood for a moment, then he nodded, slowly and Bura took off at a dead run toward the gravity room.

Vejita felt his daughter's ki leave the room and leveled a murderous gaze on the demi-Saiyajin responsible for this madness. Gohan was grinning, his tongue sliding out to lick the traces of Bura's blood from his lips. "Delicious," he muttered. Vejita's eyes narrowed and he tensed, ready for an attack.

Gokou ran his tongue up Pan's chest, between her breasts, lapping away the blood. She was purring and writhing beneath him, already aching for more. The tip of his tongue traced over Gohan's claim bite, cleaning away the blood, tasting his son's saliva. Pan thrashed and he moved to the other side of her throat, still hungry for the taste of blood. When his tongue touched that other mark, though, he froze. Vejita's taste wasn't as strong as Gohan's, but it was still there, still recognizable. A growl rose from deep in Gokou's chest and he spun around to face Vejita.

"Vejita!" The Ouji's eyes snapped to the larger Saiyajin's enraged face. "What, Kakarrotto? Can't you see I'm busy getting ready to kill your brat?" he snarled.

"You bastard, you tied me to you after you'd already claimed Pan," Gokou accused, his eyes bright with betrayal. Vejita bared his teeth. "It's only a half claim, you baka! She never bit me. It can be overridden."

"That's not the point!" Gokou argued, leaping off the bed and landing neatly in front of Vejita. Near the door, Goten watched his father argue with Vejita with wide black eyes and saw his brother and Piccolo disappear out the window. On the bed, Pan was whimpering, rising to a crouch, the pitiful sound changing to a kitten-like growl as she launched herself at the two grown Saiyajin men, her body still demanding more. She struck Vejita from the side and he barely grunted as he caught her in one arm and cuffed her with his other hand, knocking her unconscious. She slid to the floor and neither the Ouji nor her grandfather spared her a glance. They were too deep in their argument.

Pan's overwhelming scent dulled somewhat by her unconscious state. Goten's head began to clear. He blinked a few times and then shook his head, vigorously. Bura's words suddenly came back to him. The dragon balls had been reactivated. He had to gather them and then they could bring Trunks back and this would all be over. With one last glance into the room where his father continued to fight with Vejita, Goten ran toward the lab on the first floor, where he knew he would find the dragon radar.

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"Gohan, what are you doing? We have to get out of here," Piccolo hissed, standing with his mate, in the hallway near the gravity room. Gohan silenced him with a finger on his lips and they waited. A smile spread across the demi-Saiyajin's lips as light footsteps were heard, coming down the steps. Piccolo clenched his jaw, his eyes flashing, angrily, as he realized Gohan's intent, but he didn't interfere. There was no doubt in the tall Namek's mind that if he angered his mate, Gohan would not hesitate to kill him, their bond be damned.

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Bura came down the steps as quickly as she could. Her lungs felt like they would burst, more from the fear than from the physical exertion. She glanced back over her shoulder as she neared the bottom, to make sure no one was following. As she stepped off the last step, she turned to face the short hallway that would lead her to safety. She gasped as her blue eyes clashed with Saiyajin black and then Bura knew no more.

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Chapter 18:

Enraged black confronted annoyed onyx. Fists clenched in madness. A silent still figure breathed on the floor in slumber. Sweat-drops slid down pale skin. Gokou was shaking with his rage. Pan… Pan and Vejita… his granddaughter and his lover, together, fucking, touching, moaning, sweating….

He wanted to kill. He wanted to scream. He wanted to fight. Vejita stood still before him, glaring and scowling. Why wasn't he mad? Why wasn't he feeling guilty? Gokou could see the two of them together, stroking each other, caressing skin. He could see Vejita atop his granddaughter, thrusting into her with a mad pace, causing her to scream and arch and beg for more. The gravity room… he could see them! Pan… striking the walls, blood dripping from her thighs. It sent shivers down his body, seeing Vejita. How was this possible? Was it through their incomplete bond? Gokou whimpered at the images. Vejita was doing this! Vejita was sending them! The smirk that rose on the prince's face said it all.

"You don't seem to grasp it, Kakarrotto," the prince whispered, stepping forward, over the slumbering child. His hands grasped the Saiyajin's hips and tugged him closer, their groins grinding together. Gokou whimpered against the touch. He wanted Vejita… he needed… he tried to lean forward, lean against the prince's neck, claim him while he had the chance, but a fierce hand gripped his hair and yanked him back. Vejita rose up on his toes and ran his tongue up the exposed throat, pressing against the jugular. His sharp canines threatened to pierce the skin. "You… your entire family, and soon Gohan… they all belong to me."

Gokou's eyes grew wide as he stared at the ceiling. The fangs pierced his skin and he whimpered, falling limp in the prince's arms. He knew, too. He could sense all the whispers in their minds. Vejita owned them all….

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Goten stared down at the small collection in his bag. Dawn was hours away, but by then - at least he hoped - he would have all seven. He soared through the skies at this moment, radar strung from a small shoelace around his neck, beeping slowly. They were so far apart, and he was exhausted, but he refused to stop.

Trunks was so close.

Tears stained his eyes, but he forced the memories out of his thoughts. There wasn't time to ponder any meanings. Vejita was shoved from his thoughts, and only Trunks - beautiful, bright-eyed, mischievous Trunks - was left.

He was approaching the sun, chasing after it instead of letting it come to him. Over the horizon he could see the edge. He was thousands of miles away from his own home, and all the better. He and Trunks could be alone. They could speak, figure out what happened, and perhaps even steal of few moments for themselves.

Encouraged by these thoughts, his speed increased.

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A playful hand awoke her. It caressed her skin, every inch of her body. It snaked beneath her clothes and caused her to ache in pleasure. A purr left her lips as her head fell to the side, caressed by coolness. "Pan…" she whispered breathlessly, arching her hips to the fingers as their tips began teasing her entrance. Bura received no response, but it hardly alerted the blue-haired child to any dangers.

The fingers shoved deep inside her, at least three of them. It hurt and she hissed at the intrusion, eyes opening. A shriek left her lips as she saw lidded eyes glaring down at her. She tried to rip herself away, but a single hand collected her wrists and shoved them above her head before she got the chance. "NO!" she cried out, screaming for Pan and her father.

Wherever they were, it was pitch black. Bura's blue eyes searched around, but she only saw dark shadows. Piccolo sat in the corner of the room, watching through slit eyes, hands fisted atop his knees, fangs gleaming from some unknown source of light with rage.

Tears streamed down the princess's cheeks as the fingers were removed, replaced with a hard shaft that shoved deep inside her virgin entrance. She whimpered in pain as Gohan's hand, still soaked with her juices, gripped her mouth and tugged her head to one side. Lips ran down her bare unscarred neck. She tried to scream in protest as the thrusts grew violent. She tried to turn her head away. Gohan couldn't do this to her! She belonged with Pan!

Teeth broke through her flesh.

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Chapter 19:

Bura's scream, muffled by Gohan's palm, sounded in Piccolo's head with all force of a Kamehameha blast and the Namek gasped, clenching his fists. Gohan didn't seem to notice, or to care, and Piccolo watched as the demi-Saiyajin, his mate, his beautiful, terrible Gohan pounded into Bura, his teeth still locked on her throat.

Something snapped in Piccolo's mind then and he rose quietly to his feet. His black eyes glazed with something like defeat, he gathered his ki, pulling it into a massive energy ball that blazed in his hand like purple flames. He knew Gohan would sense the spike in his ki and sure enough, the demi-Saiyajin spun around with a snarl, just as Piccolo attacked. On reflex, Gohan blocked the blast and sent one of his own, before he even consciously realized who he was attacking. With his defenses down, Piccolo let the attack hit him full force in the chest and Gohan's black eyes widened in horror as it tore a hole through his mate. The stench of burning flesh rose into the air as Piccolo, a grotesque smile on his face, dropped to the ground.

Gohan screamed like a man dying as the pain of his mate's death ripped through his head. Bura forgotten, he crawled to Piccolo's side, clutching at his temples, his hands fisted in his hair as wave after wave of agony rolled through his mind. Gasping for breath, Bura scrambled to her feet and ran.

It felt like forever before she burst into the sunlight and the day seemed obscenely bright for the events that had just occurred. Fighting down panic as she realized she didn't know where she was, Bura searched the area for ki and, surprisingly enough, found a flicker. It was weak, but it was Saiyajin and she took off toward it.

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Goten felt the smaller ki coming toward him and paused, confused, exhaustion fogging his brain. Who in the world…? Bura came into view a moment later and Goten blinked. "What are you doing here? What happened?" he added, noting her torn, bloody form and scant clothing. "Your brother." He flinched at her words, sharply reminded that it was his family, his brother, his blood that had killed Trunks and set this whole thing in motion. Without speaking, he stripped off his shirt and handed it to her. She took it gratefully and slipped it over her head. It hung to mid-thigh and she gave no further thought to her state of exposure as she noticed the bag in Goten's hand. "The dragon balls. How many are left?"

"Three more to gather. These two are fairly close, but this last one is a lot further," he said, showing her the radar. Bura bit her lip and nodded. "Lets get started then."

Goten tamped down the irritation at her words. "No, you get back to Capsule Corp and make sure our fathers haven't killed one another yet," he said. She frowned, looking undecided. "Bura, go! If Vejita and Father aren't around, Gohan is the most powerful being in the universe and we are all as good as dead," Goten snapped. Bura's eyes widened as that truth sank in and she nodded. "Okay. Just get the dragon balls and wish Trunks back. Hurry," she added, before she bolted in the general direction of her home.

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TBC