Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vengeance of a Prince ❯ Ch 20-27: Conclusion ( Chapter 16 )

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 20:

He had missed this, even if he'd never really had it. Years followed by years of pure slavery had left him longing control, and finally… after so fucking long… he had it. He was the prince, and he would be damned if he was going to let anyone take this from him.

Vejita shoved the young Saiyajin against the wall outside the bedroom, seeing the fear burning in Gokou's eyes. Gokou realized… Vejita knew he did. Gokou realized that he was nothing but Vejita's pretty-boy whore. It left the prince ecstatic and hard. The images were moving faster through their bond, more detailed, scenes much longer. Gokou squirmed as he saw Goten and Vejita together by the riverside. He could feel the water in Vejita's hands as the prince cleaned off his son. He could feel Goten's hands running along Vejita's tanned skin, and it left him aching, needing. The taste of Goten's arousal stained Gokou's tongue… then the warm sensation of Goten's mouth on Vejita's need… and finally the heated tightness of Goten's entrance.

Gokou moaned out as Vejita groped his hardness. "What do you want, Kakarrotto?" Vejita growled out huskily. Gokou moaned Vejita's name quietly, thrusting into that motionless hand, but Vejita quickly grabbed his hips and shoved Gokou back against the wall, holding him there. "Vejita please…"

"Tell me," Vejita growled.

"You, damn it," Gokou groaned, slit eyes staring at the prince. Vejita raised a curious brow, eyes roaming down the well-defined curves of the soldier's body, pondering the absurd idea that Gokou would ever have a chance to know the prince's tightness. He snorted and grinned, eyes roaming back up to lock onto a flushed face. "You do realize, don't you, everything that's happened?"

"Bulma's dead too," Gokou whispered.

"So is your wife, as is your boy's wife. Piccolo is dead. Gohan is a murderer, and quite a skilled little schemer. Claims have been made a mockery of in the last week, Kakarrotto. Our people would be ashamed of us."

"As if you give a fuck!" Gokou snarled.

Vejita smirked just seconds before a fist met with Gokou's face. The younger Saiyajin fell to the ground with a groan, holding his bruised chin. Vejita turned, leaning back against the wall, and watched with a sadistic grin as Gokou slowly climbed to his feet. Wide black eyes met a hardened length before rising up to stare at the heated Saiyajin. "Do it, pretty-boy," Vejita purred smugly.

Gokou licked his lips, unable to deny the hunger growing inside him. The images faded from his mind finally as he sighed and leaned forward, tongue darting out to circle the arousal's tip. A faint sigh of pleasure was earned from the motion and, encouraged by that, Gokou leaned forward, taking in the thick length with one deep swallow. Gokou's hands ran down, gripping his own hardness and pumping with each bob of his head.

~*~

Pain throbbed in her mind as she sat up, fuzzy eyes searching her surroundings. Pan could sense men nearby and she felt herself growing wet as she smelled the delicious scent of sex and power. She purred faintly and climbed to her feet, eyes wondering around the room. Morning had risen and hunger accompanied it, but food could wait for a little while.

She moved to the cracked doorway and peeked outside, grinning as she saw her prince standing against the wall, Gokou on his knees in front of him. She pushed open the door gently and stepped out, leaning back against the wall, staring into the prince's lidded eyes. Her ki was concealed, and Gokou had not heard the door swing open.

Vejita smirked as his tongue ran across dry lips. `Kinky little bitch,' he mouthed silently. Pan grinned, her hands running down her bare and slightly blood-stained body. Fingers brushed through the dark curls of her mound before two fingers intruded in her slickness. Vejita moaned at the action, his hand fisted in Gokou thick hair, tugging the Saiyajin's lips further down his shaft. His eyes never left the woman against the wall. She threw her head back as she rode her fingers, other hand snaking down to finger her nub, sending waves of electricity throughout her body.

Vejita unleashed a string of curses as he felt himself reaching the edge. Gokou was moaning around Vejita's need from his own strokes, throat vibrating with each sound.

A snarl left Vejita's lips as he climaxed, filling Gokou's lips with his seed. Whiteness dripped from the younger Saiyajin's mouth as he tried vainly to swallow. Vejita couldn't care less, however. His eyes were watching the flushed face of Gokou's grandchild, a suspicion in his eyes as he stared her over. There was… something… different about her. It wasn't the rut, it wasn't the sudden love of sex… it was something… something in her scent.

Something inside of her… growing….

~*~

Gohan jerked to his feet, eyes darting in every direction. Sweat rolled down his skin as he searched the darkness. Blood, a Namek's blood, ran down the curves of his body. His breaths came raggedly and he was trembling. "That little fucking harlot of a Saiyajin's bastard child… I'll kill you… stop talking… you can't…" his words didn't even make sense to himself. Gohan grabbed his pants from the ground and yanked them on, striding out of the cave.

A warm afternoon sun shone down upon him, giving him an almost ethereal glow that would make children run screaming to their mothers. Gohan's eyes gazed around the blue heavens. Birds sung softly in their morning songs.

This was no day for glory. Piccolo… his mate, his sensei… the only one who… who knew, who understood….

Piccolo… gone….

Power erupted from the Saiyajin, pulsing as it spread across the valley. Tress went up in flames as animals were killed on contact. The cave crumbled, burying the beautiful green body that Gohan had loved so much. His thoughts didn't resort to the dragon balls, or to any mourning that needed to be done.

His thoughts were on revenge.

Bura had to die.

As the power settled, and the earth was left as nothing but chaos - bodies of animals laid out to rot in the sun as it grew higher and hotter - Gohan slowly rose to the air, licking away the blood that stained his skin. He could feel Bura. She was approaching Capsule Corporations, but Gohan knew he wouldn't be able to beat her there. Goten was somewhere around the planet, but little brother wasn't important at the moment.

Pan… Vejita… Gokou… they were together, and Pan was still in heat. He could sense the agony of need that his daughter felt at the moment. Bura was on her way. A smirk crossed the Saiyajin's features as he purred contently, heading towards the direction.

Why not have another round with his daughter… or perhaps his father?

Of course… there was always Vejita.

Gohan laughed madly, feeling himself growing hard all over again.

~*~

Chapter 21:

Gokou knew that Vejita's mind was not on him, though the older Saiyajin's hand was clenched in his hair and his seed filled Gokou's mouth. Running his tongue over the head of Vejita's cock, licking away the last traces of his essence, Gokou raised his head and looked at his Ouji's face. Vejita's black eyes were locked on something, or someone behind him and Gokou turned to see what. His gaze fell on his granddaughter, leaning against the wall, her hands between her thighs, her head back, mouth open as she brought herself to climax. Gokou's eyes narrowed and a growl rumbled in his throat.

Vejita's fist tightened in his hair, yanking his head back, so that Gokou was forced to face him. "Play nice, pet," Vejita ordered, with a smirk. Pan had been brought to sharp attention by her grandfather's growl and now she was creeping closer to them, her small pink tongue sliding along her lower lip.

As she approached, Gokou felt the difference in her and the sex-induced haze over his mind cleared a little. He focused his ki senses on her and felt his entire body go cold and tense. The tiny spark of energy growing inside her was a Son, through and through and that meant it belonged to either he or Gohan. He drew back his senses, sharply, unable to look any closer, to know for sure, as the weight of what he'd done came crashing down on him. He'd fucked Pan. He'd had sex with his own granddaughter, the baby girl he'd taught to fly when she was only three and possibly planted his child in her belly.

"That's right, Kakarrotto," Vejita breathed, pulling him to his feet by his hair. Vejita's breath was hot on Gokou's ear. "She's pregnant. Do you want to know who's it is?" With a tortured cry, Gokou pulled away and Vejita laughed, harshly. Pan had paused, looking back and forth between the two of them, confused. She knew Vejita had claimed her, but Gokou had fucked her most recently. Torn between the two, she whimpered, drawing their attention. With a sideways glance at Vejita, Gokou reached out for her and drew her near. Vejita's eyes narrowed and he came forward with a snarl as Pan immediately wrapped her legs around Gokou's waist and nipped at his earlobe. Her body was still hot, still needing and she slid her hand between her own body and her grandfather's to grasp his hard length. Gokou raised his hand to press the pressure points that would render her unconscious, even as Vejita's hands came down on Gokou's shoulders.

A rumble sounded, as if from the very earth beneath them and all three of them froze, looking to the window. The sky was quickly darkening, a sheet of blackness covering the sunny day. Goten had gathered the dragon balls and Shenlong had been called. It was time for Trunks to come home.

~*~

Chapter 22:

Bura felt herself trembling as she sensed Shenlong's energy. She was so close to Capsule Corporations… not yet! If Gohan sensed Shenlong's arrival… he would go after Trunks… enraged? She had no idea what to expect from the young Son anymore. Gohan used to be so happy, so carefree… but now he had become a madman, and there was no way to predict him anymore.

She sent her ki sensed out, expanding them and easily locking onto Gohan. He had stopped! Midair, the eldest son of Gokou floated. Bura's breath caught in her throat and she did the first thing that came to her mind - talking to him.

`Gohan!'

She felt him turn. She could almost see him through her closed eyes…

`Bura…' she heard him purr… and again the chase was on.

~*~

Vejita's vision went fuzzy before he'd even realized that Gokou had used his annoying power of appearing and reappearing. The world around him cleared up in seconds and Vejita ripped himself away from he strange buzzing sensation. He heard Pan snarl as she was dropped to the ground, but the darkening sky drew his attention, as did the dark-haired demi-Saiyajin standing just a few feet away. Vejita's eyes wondered around small things - the wildlife out, the smell of the air, and he realized that here, it was midnight. What part of the world were they in?

"Your wishes, mortal!" bellowed a dark voice.

Vejita's spun around sharply with a gasp as he saw the dragon hovering in the air behind him, red eyes ablaze with rage. White claws ripped at the air as the dragon hovered downwards towards the earth, approaching the trembling demi-Saiyajin who stared up nervously to him.

He could not help the grin that crossed his lips. Vejita glanced over his shoulder, laughing as he saw Gokou staring up at Shenlong with wide eyes. Now… finally, now Trunks would return! Excitement rushed through him and he walked over to Gokou, reaching down and clasping hands with Pan to help her to her feet. She purred as she leaned against him, burying her face in his chest, nipping at his hardening nipples. "Smell it, Kakarrotto! Smell the sweetness… the sweetness of your downfall! Taste it! Feel it! SUFFER IT!" Vejita laughed madly, tangling his hands in Pan's hair and ripping her away, not caring that a chunk of his flesh was torn with her teeth. He grinned down at the youngest Son before turning to Gokou. "Your granddaughter… a child…" Vejita couldn't stop his mad laughter. He felt the success overwhelming him. Revenge was a dish served best cold… and it tasted so delicious.

"Vejita…" Gokou pleaded.

"No! Kakarrotto, say nothing! I am the Saiyajin no Ou! I AM YOUR KING!" He threw a blast at the unsuspecting Saiyajin and grinned as Gokou was thrown down on his backside, legs spread apart, chest scarred. "Bow before your master."

Gokou shook off the blast, glaring up at Vejita. The newly proclaimed king just smirked and gripped Pan, tugging her closer. With one harsh smack Pan was sent to the floor. She cried out, clutching her bruised cheek, eyes jerking to Vejita with a quiet gasp. "You're with child, bitch!" he snarled, using her moment of clarity to his advantage. "You whore… fucking your family. You sicken me, and you have no right to produce a child of royalty." He snarled in disgust, spitting to the side just as he heard Shenlong proclaim the first wish complete.

Turning, he walked over to Goten's side, grinning down at the young demi-Saiyajin. Goten did not even notice, his teary eyes locked ahead as a figure appeared… a living breathing figure.

"Trunks…"

"Huh?" exclaimed the demi-Saiyajin, azure eyes darting around the area in pure confusion.

"You're second wish!" demanded Shenlong.

Trunks jumped, spinning around and nearly falling to the ground in shock as he saw the dragon. Vejita scowled in disappointment, but shook it off as his eyes returned to the divine beast. "All those with Saiyajin blood, their tails shall be returned to them!"

"That is your wish?"

"It is!"

"It is done."

Vejita grinned as he watched Shenlong fade out of existence. The golden spheres that had been desperately needed for so long shot upwards into the dark heavens and faded as they were thrown across the planet with lightening speed, not to be seen for another year.

"What… what was that…" Trunks stepped forward, running a hand through lavender hair. Vejita allowed his eyes to wonder over the luscious form of his son, taking in and memorizing each curve, each inch of skin that he could see. Even Trunks' gi had been repaired. His black pants were perfectly mended, his sleeveless black shirt hanging loosely around his torso, tucked into the small belt.

It was at that moment that Trunks realized his father was without clothing. A blush burned across the demi-Saiyajin's cheeks and he turned aside. "Dad! Where's your clothes!"

Once again, Vejita laughed.

~*~

Gokou stared at her, watching her tremble, eyes locked on her stomach with pure terror. He wanted to be happy that Trunks was back… but he couldn't… not now, when he knew what he'd done. Pan… his little granddaughter, having his child!

He had taken Pan further back into the woods, so they would be alone, away from Vejita, Goten, and Trunks. He couldn't deal with them, not right now. He was beginning to not care, either. Pan would need him, and though the youngest demi-Saiyajin was still in heat, he forced himself to ignore the luscious scents she was emitting. He knelt down in front of her, gently touching her knee and forcing one of his infamous Son-grins. "Don't worry, Pan. We'll deal with this…."

"How could you do this to me?" Pan exclaimed, jumping to her feet, tears running down her eyes. She was shaking so hard it hurt. She was ruined, a disgrace. Vejita would never want her, and it Vejita didn't want her, Trunks would never even bother to glance at her used disgusting body! She was going to vomit. She wanted this… this thing growing inside her out! She wanted it to be over! All of this was his fault - Gokou's! She screamed at him, throwing blast after blast at him, but regrettably for her, and fortunately for Gokou, the blasts were easily blocked. "You've fucked everything up! You've made me worthless! I'm a whore now, and it's your fault, and I hate you!"

She turned to run, but as she took a single step, Pan fell to the ground, screaming - not in rage, but in anguish. She clutched her stomach, tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn't see Gokou rushing to her side, nor did she care. Everything inside her ached. Pan panted as she tried to remember to breathe between her shrieks. "Get it out…" she pleased, falling forward on her hands as she heaved. "Get it out, get it out, get it out, get it…"

Gokou's eyes grew wide as he felt the dying ki in her stomach.

~*~

Chapter 23:

Vejita stepped forward and grasped a fistful of his son's lavender hair, pulling him close for kiss him. His mouth tasted just as sweet as it always had and Trunks forgot everything else as his father's tongue danced with his own. Vejita's hands were strong, gripping his hair and crushing their mouths together. Trunks' hands slid up Vejita's chest, his fingers digging into the firm flesh as he felt himself harden inside his gi. His confusion, his death, his sudden return to life, it all disappeared in the wake of Vejita's kiss. It seemed like hours before the elder Saiyajin pulled back, his black eyes intense as he stared at his son once more. A soft whimper made both princes turn and look at Goten. Exhaustion and need had made him pale and he took a step toward them, gaze shifting from one to the other, unsure of which one he wanted more.

"Goten," Trunks said, stepping toward him. The younger demi-Saiyajin moved forward into his lover's arms and Trunks claimed his mouth in a hard kiss. Only moments later, he felt Vejita's hands on his waist, a hot mouth on the back of his neck and a purr rumbled from deep within his chest. Sharp teeth pierced his flesh and Trunks hissed in pleasure and pain. He could feel Vejita's arousal pressing against him from behind and Goten's from the front and he moaned into Goten's mouth. Vejita reached around Trunks and fisted his hand in Goten's unruly black hair, pulling his mouth away from Trunks' and to his own. Goten tasted Trunks' blood on Vejita's tongue and shivered as Trunks bent his head to scrape his teeth along the curve of Goten's neck. The young prince lapped away the thin line of blood that rose to the surface of the pale white skin and slid his hands under Goten's shirt, tearing the fabric away. Vejita was removing Trunks' shirt, his fingers sliding under the loose waistband of his pants. Trunks cried out as Vejita's hand closed around his straining cock and Goten's hands came up to tangle in the silken lilac strands of his hair, holding his mouth against the flesh. A light growl rose in Trunks' throat as he nipped Goten's skin a little harder, waiting to hear his lover cry out in protest, as he usually did when Trunks got too rough. Instead, he heard a soft whimper of encouragement from the demi-Saiyajin and Trunks happily sank his teeth into the pale, milky-white flesh of Goten's neck.

Vejita growled into Goten's mouth, his teeth lightly piercing the soft lower lip and tasting the sweet, coppery blood. The boy moaned and shifted his hips against Trunks' as Vejita's hand stroked his son's hard length. Goten's hands found Trunks' pants and one hard jerk had them sliding down to pool around the prince's feet. Trunks kicked them away, shoving Goten's pants down over his hips, freeing his rock hard arousal. A soft sound came from somewhere deep inside Trunks as Vejita pressed against his opening, the head of his cock slick with precum. Vejita released Goten and slid his hand to grip Trunks' hips as he slowly pressed inside the tight heat. Trunks' teeth withdrew from Goten's neck and he cried out as Vejita filled him, immediately finding and stroking his sweet spot, so that Trunks' knees gave out. Vejita's hands were there, holding him up, though and Goten captured Trunks' mouth in a harsh kiss before nipping and licking a path down the demi-Saiyajin's chest. He nuzzled the soft indent of Trunks' navel and down to the soft lilac curls at the base of his arousal, before running his tongue along the underside of the velvety shaft and taking the blunt tip into his mouth.

Vejita's nails drew blood at Trunks' hips and it ran in crimson rivulets down his thighs as he thrust into the tight caverns of the younger prince, striking his sweet spot again and again, even as Goten licked and sucked at his cock, driving him closer and closer to completion. Trunks' head was thrown back against Vejita's shoulder, his hands buried in Goten's hair. Goten took his entire length into the molten heat of his mouth and Trunks' control snapped. He screamed as he came, releasing his seed into Goten's mouth. The younger demi-Saiyajin swallowed every drop, sucking at the tip and Trunks' body convulsed around Vejita sending him over the edge with a primal roar. He slammed into Trunks once more, buried to the hilt as he filled his son with his essence.

Slowly, Vejita lowered them all to the ground, so that he was sitting on his heels, Trunks on his lap, straddling his legs and Goten's head was resting on the inside of Trunks' thigh. That was how Gohan found them.

~*~

Chapter 24

HIS Trunks!

Blood coated his body, staining his clothing, his skin. He had Bura's scent all over him. She was still alive, back at Capsule Corporations, but just barely, hanging on by a thread.

The very instant he had felt Trunks' ki, he could no longer stay away.

His precious Trunks….

The young lavender-haired Saiyajin sat in his father's embrace, length still buried deep inside. Goten was on his knees, lapping at the limp length, drinking everything Trunks' satiated body had to offer. From the tress, shaft already aching from the battle with Bura, Gohan watched with wide eyes. He could feel his father and daughter somewhere nearby, but they were the last thing he cared about at this moment.

Goten rose from between Trunk's legs, sliding up onto his lap, wrapping his arms around the younger prince. Trunks accepted him readily, hands fisting coarse midnight hair as their lips crushed together. Vejita chuckled faintly, reaching out and grabbing Goten's hips, pulling the body closer, nails running down pale skin. Vejita nipped at Trunks' ear, purring as he began to grow hard again with his son's heat.

Trunks ripped himself away with a moan. "Kami… was I missed that much?" he cried out, back arching as Vejita moved out and shoved back in, harshly. Goten's hand encircled the flesh between them, stroking it back to its full glory. Cursing in a language he had unconsciously learned from his father, Trunks reached out, grabbing the younger demi-Saiyajin's hips and guiding the waiting opening down, over his shaft.

Vejita savored the sweet sound of a snarl that was ripped from Goten's throat. The sound was feral and filled with pure need. A hand circled between the teenagers, grasping Goten's aching need, he stroked Goten with each pump of his own shaft into Trunks' body.

Trunks was with him again. The thought repeated over and over inside Vejita's mind, making him ache with desire all over again. This could never end. He didn't care if he had to share Trunks with Goten anymore. The youngest son of Kakarrotto had proven himself worthy, more than one time. Even now, he pleasured the princes before seeking out his own.

Vejita lapped at the wound on Trunks' neck once again. The three of them were tied together now, for better or worse… it didn't matter. He felt the teenager shiver above him as Trunks again reached his height. Vejita grinned, gaze shifting to the darker demi. Their vision connected, Goten's eyes almost desperate, lips parted with a quiet whimper of need. Vejita gripped the shaft tighter, stroking it with a faster pace, his hands gently caressing the head of the shaft. With that gentle touch, the youngest warrior cried out, jerking against the taunting fingers.

Gohan groaned softly, stepping forward, the throbbing within his gi too much to bear as he watched his little brother cry out and collapse against the lavender-haired angel. He listened with a faint smile as Trunks laughed, wrapping his arms around his best friend. Even Vejita wore a smile on his face.

Trunks was a god of joy, goodness.

Gohan craved that goodness.

He would have it… or none would.

"Ahem… sorry to intrude."

Three sets of eyes were torn away from their desires, and each one locked on the blood-stained Son Gohan.

"You…" Trunks whispered in a panicked voice, blue eyes filling with rage.

~*~

In an explosion of images, memories flooded back to Trunks. Pain, vicious bites, rage… all of those things and so much more had been in Gohan's eyes as the Saiyajin had bit into him with cruel hunger. Trunks gasped for breath as he fell from his height, his father's arms wrapped around his chest, caressing every available inch of skin that the warm calloused fingers could grasp. Goten was stiff against him, fearful for his brother, but afraid for Trunks as well.

"You…" Trunks panted, as he began to tremble. Vejita's arms around him tightened, but the young prince could sense his father's rage and cruelty. "He killed you?" Vejita whispered. Throughout all this madness, Vejita had known, but something inside him needed confirmation.

"Gohan… Gohan killed me," Trunks whispered, voice shaking, betraying him.

Vejita nodded calmly, reaching out and cupping his son's cheek, drawing the lilac-haired teen forward. Their lips met fiercely, as if Gohan did not stand just feet away. Goten met his brother's gaze as his lover kissed his father, eyes filled with pure terror.

Nothing would be normal after this night.

Nothing would ever be the same again.

Unable to stand any of it anymore, Goten scrambled away from Trunks, gathering his clothing hastily. Gohan watched with a shameful scowl as Goten fled. "So un-Saiyajin…"

Unbeknownst to him, Goten paused just a few feet away, hiding behind a tree. He wasn't willing to abandon Trunks.

"What would you know of the honors of Saiyajin?" Vejita snarled, rising to his feet, Trunks at his side. Gohan turned his gaze to the two princes, eyes wondering over their bare forms in appreciation of their beauty. His eyes lingered over limp flesh and he playfully pouted. "What, don't I get to have any fun?"

"You'll never… NEVER touch me!" Trunks snarled, hands fisting at his sides, soft silk hair growing stiff as the locks exploded in gold. Gohan raised a curious brow and chuckled, easily mimicking the movements.

"Not so fast," came a sudden snarl from his ear. Gohan moved to spin, but found himself trapped by Vejita. "FUCK!" he snarled, trying to rip himself from the embrace. When had Vejita become so damn fast? Fierce hands gripped at him, drawing the wrists behind his back and holding them tightly. Gohan writhed against the hold, ascending again. Lightening burned his skin. It drew a hiss of pain from the prince. Gohan smirked as he struggled. "You enjoy pain, Vejita?" he growled out, guiding his power higher and higher. It began to burn inside him and he screamed with the anguish, and yet still Vejita held him.

Trunks appeared suddenly in his vision, green eyes ablaze with loathing. Gohan's cry strangled off as he felt a fist against his chest. It began to burn as the digits began to glow. Gohan stared at the hand, eyes widening in fear as he realized that this… this would be his end. He could not be brought back by Shenlong. He could not be revived in any way… and even if he could… who would? His lips parted, the madness vanishing from his eyes with a single blink. Green eyes locked into another green gaze and for just that brief second, Son Gohan had returned. "No… Trunks… please."

Steel nerves wavered. The burning continued, causing Gohan to wince and whimper. Vejita, however, knew the truth of Saiyajin when in the face of death. Anything went on the battlefield. He reached around, grabbing his son's hand, and shoved into against the heart, adding his own energy with a whispered growl of "Join the child you planted in your own daughter's belly." With that single motion and those harsh words, a shrill scream ripped through the air, and the slowly, so slowly, the quiet peacefulness of night returned.

Embraces were released.

A body thudded as it struck the ground.

Black eyes gazed into blue, refusing to break away. If they did, they would look down and realize just what they had done. Together, they had killed Son Gohan. Would Gokou know? Would he seek vengeance?

It didn't matter.

"I am the Saiyajin no Ou," Vejita growled, harshness in his voice. His onyx gaze grew stubborn and prideful, and Trunks knew that not even Gokou would dare to challenge Vejita. He felt a calm relief flood through him and he smiled, almost carelessly. "So… does that make me the Saiyajin no Ouji?"

Vejita smirked. "Yeah, it does." He reached out, wrapping his hand around his son's neck and jerking him forward. Their lips met, bodies melding together with quiet mews and purrs.

~*~

Chapter 25:

Pan screamed and doubled over in pain and the tiny flicker of ki within her blinked out, almost simultaneously with a much larger, more powerful ki that held such an important place in both their minds. Gokou gasped when Gohan's life force disappeared, a strangled cry ripping from his throat as his granddaughter lost their child. She collapsed to the ground, blood streaming from between her legs, tears streaming from her eyes and Gokou knelt beside her and pulled her limp, un-protesting form into his arms. "Daddy," she choked, and then pulled away from Gokou to throw up in the grass. He reached out to her and she jerked away. "Don't touch me!" He stepped back and closed his eyes in defeat. His granddaughter hated him and he didn't blame her and his son… Gohan… he was dead - killed, no doubt, by Vejita.

Gokou's head came up, sharply, tears disappearing as his ki flared, his eyes hardening into chips of obsidian, black, shiny and sharp. Vejita…

He didn't hear Pan's gasp of surprise when he raised his fingers to his temple and disappeared from sight. He didn't care. His mind was focused on one purpose only… revenge.

~*~

Vejita had barely released Trunks from the kiss when Gokou appeared in front of him, shoving Trunks back. Before he could react, Gokou fired a ki blast into his midsection, just powerful enough to knock the wind out of him, and then the taller Saiyajin was behind him, twisting his arms around, behind his back. His breath was hot on Vejita's ear and the new self-proclaimed Saiyajin no Ou laughed, harshly. "Kakarot."

"You killed Gohan, Vejita. You killed my son," Gokou growled, his voice hoarse with rage and emotion. "Yes and I enjoyed it, immensely. Are you going to kill me now, Kakarot?" Vejita asked. His tone was gruff, mocking, as usual, but every Saiyajin there knew that at that moment, Gokou was in a position where that might very well be possible. "No, Vejita, I'm not going to kill you," Gokou said, then lowered his voice to a whisper. "I'm going to make you mine, forever." His words caressed Vejita's ear like a lover and the Ou heard and understood the words just as Gokou's teeth sank into his flesh.

Vejita's roar split the air like a thunder clap and power rolled off him in waves as Gokou drank his blood and bonded their bodies, minds and souls. Their kis melded into one and unspeakable power rose around them as both ascended to their fullest extent. The third ascension made a flare of golden light so bright that both Goten, who had flown up to the prince's side just second before, and Trunks were forced to shield their eyes. Goten buried his face against Trunks' chest, his hands gripping the Ouji's arms as their fathers' claim became complete and the two of them became the most powerful beings in the universe.

Like a shockwave after a nuclear blast, a wave of energy spread from the two Super Saiyajin warriors, encompassing them and their sons as well. Goten and Trunks both cried out in surprise as a sharp pain at the base of their spines brought them to their knees. Looking back, dazedly, they saw thick, strong, furry tails, still wet from their regeneration waving in the air behind them. A glance at their fathers told them that Vejita's wish to Shenlong had indeed been granted.

Vejita's tail had snaked between Gokou's legs and wrapped itself around one powerful thigh. Gokou's shiny black appendage was firmly locked around Vejita's waist, holding him in place. The wave of power continued to spread, like a ripple in a pond and the two demi-Saiyajin were left to wonder, momentarily, what havoc it might cause on Chikyuu. The question was quickly dismissed from both their minds as Gokou pulled his mouth from Vejita's neck with a primal scream of triumph. Vejita twisted in Gokou's grasp and faced him, rage and something else in his black, Saiyajin eyes. His gaze fell on the face of his enemy, his lover, his rival and his mate and he almost gasped out loud at what he saw.

Gone was the happy-go-lucky, slightly confused visage of Son Gokou and in its place was Kakarrotto, Saiyajin warrior. Blood, Vejita's blood, dripped from his mouth, lips twisted into a snarl of victory, sharp fangs stained red. His eyes were glittering, somehow both cold and hard and yet burning with heat, like nearly invisible purple flames were dancing beneath the surface. Vejita felt a shiver run through him and his arousal flared sharply to life. He buried his hands in the thick golden mane, tangling his fingers and dragging his mate's mouth to his own.

Vejita tasted blood, his own, and it tasted good as Gokou's tongue fought with his own. Gokou's hands fisted in Vejita's own golden locks, tugging until the Ou let his head fall back and then a hot mouth was on his throat again, licking away the last drops of blood from the claim bite. Vejita purred and pressed his hips against Gokou's, their hard lengths rubbing together, creating a delicious friction. Tails snaked in between them, stroking, teasing, tormenting and it might have gone on like that forever, if not for the small, hoarse whisper of "Ou-sama."

~*~

Chapter 26:

This was madness! Trunks tried to fly forward, attack Gokou, reclaim HIS mate! HIS father! HIS KING! Goten held him back fiercely, hands digging into his clothing, untrimmed nails cutting into his skin, drawing blood. Trunks' tail snapped with rage behind him and he spun around to the younger demi with a growl. "Let… me… go," he growled, voice engulfed with authority.

Goten's gaze drifted over to Vejita and Gokou, eyes lingering on the long wild mane that cascaded down his father's backside. At the moment, if Trunks attacked Gokou, he would die… again. Goten shook his head, eyes fearfully staring at Trunks. The Saiyajin no Ouji would have to kill him before Goten released his grip. If Trunks was going to die, he was going to make sure that they were in Hell together. He couldn't stand being separated from the lilac-haired god for another second. "I… I can't, Trunks," he whispered.

"DAMN YOU!" Trunks snarled, sending a ki blast at his best friend. It connected, striking Goten and sending him flying backwards, ribs cracking from impact. Rising to his feet, Trunks allowed his gaze to drift over the pale limp form, struggling to push all regret and shame down somewhere deep inside him. Vejita… Vejita…. The name repeated in his thoughts over and over again as he struggled not to rush to Goten's side.

By simply turning around, his eyes falling on the kissing… MATED Saiyajin, he forgot about Goten. A growl burned deep in his throat and he lunged forward, swinging.

His fist met Gokou's cheek, and the thrice ascended Saiyajin barely blinked. Trunks' azure eyes grew wide and he tensed, holding his breath. Jade eyes slowly turned, narrowed and possessive. Blood-stained fangs shimmered as lips were pulled back into a feral snarl. Where was Gokou? It was the only thought that flashed in Trunks' mind before he was sent flying backwards through trees.

The answer flickered in his mind as Trunks gazed up from where he lay, half conscious, and saw the longhaired warrior staring down at him, ki blast burning in his hands as he pulled his arms back in the familiar dance of the Kamehameha wave. Gokou was no more.

Kakarrotto had escaped his prison, and he hungered for blood.

~*~

Pan struggled through the woods, tears running down her cheeks. She gripped her stomach, trying not to think about what had come out of her, what she had done to create that hideous monstrosity of a semi-Saiyajin offspring.

It had a tail….

She sobbed as she stumbled. She had no balance anymore because of the damn appendage sticking out of her ass. She couldn't think, breathe. Every muscle inside her body ached. She wanted to scream and kill something, and yet at the same time she wanted to curl up in a ball and die.

The waves of energy that were sitting her body on fire weren't helping either.

She felt them, all of them, together: Gokou, Vejita, Goten, Trunks. Gohan was dead. Her father was dead. Piccolo… Bulma.. Chichi - her mind searched rapidly for all her friends, for everyone she knew, and she was horrified to find every single one of them dead. Tears fell from her dark black eyes as she tried not to die. She wasn't this weak! She was strong, a warrior, just like her father and grandfather….

He'd done that to her! He'd… he'd planted that… demon inside of her!

Forcing herself to rise back to her feet, Pan forced herself forward. She was sick of it all the madness, the insanity. The bite on her neck burned and her head throbbed as she felt the last shreds of her bond with Vejita ripped away. If every fiber of her being didn't ache so passionately she would have been sobbing with the anguish, but at the moment it was only a mere throb in the sea of agony she wallowed in.

The worst of it all: she was still horny.

Rut had yet to fade completely. Her clit ached to be stroked, the lips of her opening tingled to be squeezed and taunted. Amid all the blood, all the pain, she still wanted someone to bend her over and fuck her until she cried and begged for release.

Just faintly, she could sense Bura. The princess was injured, barely hanging onto life. Pan did the only thing she knew she could do. She turned to her best friend.

~*~

Chapter 27:

"Kakarrotto!"

Vejita's voice rang out, full of authority and command, as only his could and the Saiyajin they had once called Gokou stopped, ki blast still burning in his hands. He cocked his head and turned harsh jade eyes on the Ou.

"Leave the brat alone," Vejita ordered. Kakarot snarled, but the ki ball dissipated. "I claimed you. You're mine." His voice was rough and harsh, barely more than a growl. Vejita smirked. "You forget your place, Kakarrotto. I am your mate. I am the Saiyajin no Ou. You belong to me, as does the boy and every other surviving member of the Saiyajin race on this Kami forsaken fucking planet." A low animal growl rumbled from deep within Kakarrotto's chest as he slowly released Trunks. The Ouji scrambled away, toward Vejita, who grasped his arm and yanked him to his feet.

"Father," Trunks rasped. "Silence," Vejita snapped. Trunks bit his lip, drawing blood, as his father and king raked a cold black stare over him. Something flickered in their depths, something akin to affection, and Vejita slowly and deliberately reached out and tangled his fingers in Trunks' lavender hair, drawing him close for a kiss that was almost tender.

Pulling back, Trunks almost didn't recognize his father's low, silken gravel voice when he quietly said, "I release you, Trunks." The blood drained from the demi-Saiyajin's face. "No, Vejita, Father, Ou-sama, please," he whispered. "Shut up," Vejita ordered, gruffly. Trunks fell silent, tears threatening. He blinked, furiously, trying to fight them back as Vejita spoke. "I have a mate now, Trunks. You need to find one as well. It's the only way you'll ever be strong enough to rule." Cerulean blue clashed with Saiyajin black and Trunks took a step back, then another, until he bumped into something solid and warm; two arms came around him from behind.

Goten cradled Trunks against his chest, feeling the trembling of the Ouji's slender body in his arms. He nuzzled the back of Trunks' neck, reassuringly. Trunks turned away from his father's stare, only to come upon another black gaze, this one soft and welcoming. His eyes traveled over the man who held him, taking in thick, soft, unruly black hair, big, endless Saiyajin eyes, a small, upturned nose and soft, full lips. Goten was strong, his power almost a match for Trunks' own. He was the youngest Saiyajin ever to ascend and someday, he might even be as powerful as his father… the perfect mate for the future Ou.

Goten's arms were still around him and Trunks reached up, burying his hands in those midnight locks and pulling Goten's head back, baring his neck. Goten's breath caught in his throat and he gasped as Trunks struck, as if he were a cobra, sinking sharp fangs into the younger Saiyajin's throat.

Trunks swallowed the thick, coppery, oh-so-sweet liquid as it flowed over his tongue. Goten gasped in surprise, then slowly raised his hands to hold Trunks' head in place. A soft rumble began in his chest and Trunks realized, vaguely, that Goten was purring.

~*~

Bura looked up when Pan landed beside her. Her body was trying furiously to heal itself, her Saiyajin blood warring with the ningen weakness passed to her by her mother. Pan knelt beside her and lifted the princess' head into her lap.

"Bura?" Her voice was hoarse, her face flushed. Blood stained her entire body and her hair was matted and thick with dried scarlet liquids and other unnamable body fluids. Bura didn't look much better. She still wore the shredded remains of Goten's shirt, but it covered nothing. Around her waist was an azure tail, its fur still drying from regeneration. "Bura, what can I do to help you?" she whispered.

"I'll be fine," Bura said. "Is it over?" Pan nodded, sagely. "Gohan's dead. It's finished." Bura gave a weak smile. "Good. Now, all I need is a bath." Pan smiled, softly. "I think we can arrange that."

~*~

Bura breathed in the soft lavender scent of the bath crystals as Pan sprinkled them into the steaming water. The bathroom was mostly dark, with thick white candles placed around the room, casting a soft golden glow over their battered bodies. Dropping the last of the crystals from her palm, Pan stepped into the tub and lowered herself into the water, reaching out to help Bura do the same. As the heat closed over their bodies, both girls sighed and Bura curled up in Pan's arms, resting her head on the older girl's breast. Pan's fingers skimmed over Bura's tangled hair as the princess' hand slid up to curve around the nape of her neck. Bura's slender fingers found Vejita's claim bite and Pan flinched. Both of them went still for a moment.

"Gokou returned his claim," Pan whispered, staring blankly into the shadows of the room, torn between being hurt because of the way Vejita had used her or jealous of her grandfather's claim on the Ou. Vaguely, she felt a sense of shame that she still cared, knowing that Vejita had only bitten her to prove a point, that he was the Saiyajin no Ou. Hesitantly, Bura's fingers traced the imprint of her father's teeth on Pan's soft, white skin. "That means his claim on you can be overridden," she said, softly. Pan looked down to see Bura staring at her from under a tangle of azure bangs. Slowly, Pan cupped Bura's face with both her hands and leaned down to brush her lips softly across the princess' mouth…

THE END

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