Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vengeance of a Prince ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

A Single Accident

(© 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.

Author's Notes: This tale is a tag between the two authors Shi-Saiyan and Jady. Excluding the "Dual Chapter", each chapter will be authored by a different writer. Jady wrote Chapter One, Shi wrote Chapter Two, Jady was Chapter three… so on. Shi-Saiyan wrapped up the story in the final chapter, Chapter 27. This is a long tale, filled with madness, and we are expecting many, many flames… so hold nothing back!

Chapter 1:

The struggle for power was everlasting, even when it shouldn't have been. Beneath the intense pull of a nearly immeasurable increase of Chikyuu's gravity, Vejita: Saiyajin no Ouji struggled against an invisible opponent, highly aware of the actions that were occurring outside his peaceful training arena. The world around him was alive, tinted red. Sweat poured off his body, causing the tips of his golden locks to drop down with the added weight of water along with the impossible magnitude. With each step a grunt was forced from his vocal cords. His fists were clenched tightly, nails scraping the inner skin of his palms with every movement. His eyes were narrowed, trying desperately to keep his vision clear and his mind focused.

Horrible as it was, Vejita was very distracted during this training session. Few other than himself and Son Gokou would have been able to notice the lack of senshi grace, or the uncalculated throws that he directed to his nonexistent enemy. Had this invisible being been a true demon with the goal to destroy Vejita and Chikyuu there would be endless mocking of him. The important issue was that Vejita was currently not fighting any creature other than his mental thoughts.

What he was focused on was something completely different. Somewhere out in the world, within the barren deserts that the Saiyajin senshi and their children used as battlegrounds, Trunks was fighting a Son. Vejita couldn't tell just what was gong on. The two were far away, and despite his growing abilities, Vejita still had a great deal of trouble telling ki signatures apart, especially recently among the Son family. Gohan had quit his training after the defeat of Majin Buu, believing that his new mystic abilities were the limit to his own inner power, though everyone else around him knew different. Goten, on the other had, had quickly been approaching his elder brother's power level, and Gokou… well, Gokou had the natural ability to suppress his ki level, and at any given moment easily mimicked the ki of his two sons.

Normally, Vejita would assume that it was against Goten his boy was fighting, but as of late he couldn't be sure. Since Trunks' near victory over his father, only to be crushed by a harsh and bruising defeat, the preteen had been constantly struggling to raise his power level in the hopes of finally and for once defeating his father. His attempts were useless, though. Vejita had been growing soft, allowing his son to believe he could achieve victory just out of pity for the boy's determination, along with the amusing fact that with each almost-victory Trunks' desire for more power grew.

He admired the boy's eagerness for victory. With each battle, Vejita saw more of himself within Trunks. Now, though, as he felt the lowering ki of his son against the growing ki of a Son, he was enraged. If Trunks was fighting Gokou, he understood the defeat. For years he'd been struggling to defeat that Saiyajin, and had yet to achieve victory. What he didn't understand in that scenario was why Gokou was still fighting him! Trunks was obviously defeated, and had been for minutes now. Unless Trunks was being too prideful to admit defeat, continually attacking Gokou, then the fight should have ended long ago. If Trunks was fighting Gohan… Vejita didn't know what was going on. Gohan would have allowed Trunks to win if he desired victory badly enough, unless there was some actual reason for their fight, which Vejita highly doubted. Lastly, and the most likely option, was that Goten and Trunks had started bickering about whose father was more powerful, which, as always, had translated into which one of them was more powerful. The two boys defined themselves by who their fathers were, and Vejita, along with Gokou, were both amused, proud, and a little disturbed by this fact for their own reasons. It was a hideous idea that Trunks could be defeated by Goten. Since the two were only children, Trunks had always been the most powerful. When had Goten's power grown? That Son never trained, unlike Trunks. None of it made any sense!

Spinning amid the air, his ki pushing against the intense force that tugged beneath him as he focused another isolated power against his mental adversary. He spun, swinging the toe of his boot upwards above his head, twisting his body into a full circle as his shoulder blade came down. Had his foe been made of flesh and blood, the creature would have collapsed on the ground with a bone-shattering thud, bruise on the cheek and a broken spine.

Desperately, he searched outside of his gravity chamber in search of others belonging to the Son family. At the home he could sense his wife with Chichi, having lunch and chatting about whatever women chatted about. Somewhere in the house was another small and suppressed ki, and again Vejita found himself unable to identify to which Son it belonged, if it even belonged to a Son. It could have been any of the Z senshi. When hidden, everyone seemed to just blur together. Vejita supposed it would be possible that it wasn't a Son that Trunks was fighting… but the idea that Trunks was losing to anyone other than a Saiyajin was just… unbearable.

Vejita found himself no longer struggling against a faceless ball of air, but a small invisible figure with the face of Gokou. Rage and hatred filled him again, although within the last few years that loathing had slowly begun to decrease, and now Gokou was… almost tolerable, though Vejita would still rather kill the Saiyajin than associate with him in a civil manner. Gokou had understood the hostility, in his own idiotic manner, and had agreed that when Vejita was ready, they would again fight… and they both understood that it would be a fight to the death.

They wouldn't have it any other way.

A smirk grew across his lips as he attacked the visual image ruthlessly, with every intention to kill the false figure. A grin rested across Gokou's lips, that familiar smile that Gokou always possessed when he knew victory was in his grasp. It enraged Vejita even more, sending him into a fury. Viciously he swung, strategy and grace leaving his thoughts as he tried to shove aside the knowledge that again Gokou had won. He'd won against Trunks… Vejita's son. Winning against Vejita's son was, in Vejita's eyes, winning against him. Vejita had again lost. It was a small victory, something tiny and insignificant, and something that, pending Gokou wasn't the one fighting Trunks, he probably didn't even realize.

Sharp sudden pain rippled through his chest. Vejita stumbled, his hatred and focus vanishing as if a switch had been flipped. He turned sharply in the air, his eyes wide with complete incomprehensible terror. Inside he felt his heart shattering as he struggled desperately to find the ki that had just vanished from his senses.

"No… it cannot be…" he whispered in horror, falling to the ground. He ran to the door, not even realizing that the pull of the gravity caused his knees to bend. The barrier to the outside world was ripped from its hinges, collapsing with a bang upon cold floors, causing the bare metal to dent with the force it collided with. Vejita was out of the room before the two metals connected, soaring through the hallways and bursting through the first window he found.

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Oh don't worry… it gets worse.

~Jady & Shi