Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vengeance of a Prince ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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: Is that a challenge? *grin*

Chapter 2:

Gohan stared at the body on the ground in mute horror. Trunks lay bloody and broken in the dust, his cerulean eyes gazing, unseeing, at the sky. Glazed over in death, those blue orbs seemed to be looking at him, accusingly. Gohan hadn't meant to kill him! They'd been sparring and… something had happened. Trunks had drawn blood from Gohan's face with a well-placed kick and the sharp coppery scent had invaded his nostrils like a poisonous gas, throwing a hazy veil over his eyes and a thick fog over the part of his brain that functioned as a human being. Through the mist, he saw Trunks… saw the enemy floating in the air, ready to strike again. The primal Saiyajin instincts that lay buried in his mind had come forth with a vengeance, ordering him to kill his opponent, to sink in his teeth and rip out the other man's throat. The taste of blood would be sweet, a potent drug, his mental voice coaxed. His teeth ached to be buried in the tender flesh of Trunks' throat, to have his thick blood running into his mouth and over his tongue. Seeing nothing, knowing nothing other than winning, Gohan hadn't heard Trunks' cries of defeat, his pain, or the final scream that had been choked off by the older Saiyajin's teeth sinking into his throat. The crimson honey flowed into Gohan's mouth and his body hummed with victory and pride as Trunks' ki quickly faded.

Now he stepped back, horrified, touching his face and staring at his bloody fingers. The veil had slowly lifted, the fog rolled away and Gohan suddenly found it hard to breathe. Trunks was dead. He had killed his little brother's best friend. His mind was screaming at him to run and it took a moment for Gohan to consciously grasp why. Trunks' ki was gone and Vejita would have sensed it immediately. The Saiyajin no Ouji would be on his way, and if Gohan was still here… one of them would die. In Gohan's shocked state, he knew it would probably be him, since the older man's fighting would be fueled by rage and pain. Vejita in grief would be unstoppable, even to the powerful son of Gokou. With one last look at the body of Trunks, Gohan rose into the air and flew away as fast as he could.

~*~

Every Z senshi on the planet jerked to attention when Vejita's roar split the air, his rage and grief threatening to crack the very planet in half. His ki flared so high that Gokou appeared at his side in the middle of a sentence he was saying to Goten. Goten had grabbed his arm just in time and was transported along. The two of them appeared at the same time that Piccolo swooped down from the sky. Ki from other senshi could be felt approaching quickly, called by the prince's torment.

Goten's eyes fell on the body of his friend, lying motionless in Vejita's arms and his mouth opened in a silent cry. Gokou was staring in horror at the broken figure of Trunks. Vejita was clutching his son tightly against his chest, already a Super Saiyajin and still screaming in rage. His energy level was rising at an alarming rate and Gokou gasped as the Saiyajin no Ouji ascended… then ascended again… a Super Saiyajin three.

The sight was beautiful to behold. Vejita looked like a golden god, an archangel, his anguish clear on his perfect features, his hair cascading down his back in long, golden, spiky locks. His skin gave off that gold-dust glow, power shimmering in the air just above his skin, enveloping him and the body of his son. Gokou held his breath as the gorgeous, tortured angel-Saiyajin rose to his feet with Trunks in his powerful arms, cradling the boy as if he were as fragile as glass, holding the body as he never had in life, at least that anyone knew of. He turned a callous glare on Gokou and Goten and spoke; his voice vibrated over them like a physical touch, silken gravel, causing them to shudder. "One of you killed him. Trunks is dead and one of the Sons is to blame. I will find out which of you did this and I will destroy you," he vowed. Vejita blasted into the sky almost faster than the eye could follow just as the other senshi arrived.

"What happened? Was that Vejita?" asked Kuririn as he landed beside Piccolo. The tall Namek spoke slowly, his deep, serious voice even more grave than usual. "Trunks is dead. Vejita says one of the Sons is responsible and has vowed revenge." Kuririn's already wide eyes widened even further and he looked at Gokou and Goten, who were standing perfectly still, stricken. Gohan landed beside his father and looked around, breathlessly. "Where's Vejita?" he asked. "Gone. Trunks is dead. Vejita took him." Gokou's voice was hollow, his words short. Gohan's jaw dropped. Piccolo gazed at him, noticing how his student's eyes shifted around, nervously, as if expecting an attack. Something was not right here. Piccolo narrowed his eyes and watched Gohan until the boy felt his gaze and looked at his sensei. Their gazes locked for a moment, then Gohan looked away.

~*~

"Woman!" Vejita screamed, as he landed at Capsule Corp. He had powered down and now kicked open the front door, ripping the door from its hinges as he carried his dead son into the house. Bulma came from the hallway that led to her lab, looking annoyed. "What is it now, Vejita? Did you break the damned gravity room again?" she asked, walking into the entry hall. She stopped dead when she saw Trunks, lifeless, in Vejita's arms. "What- Trunks- Vejita is he…"

"Get your damned dragon balls, woman. I want him back, now," Vejita ordered. "I-I can't, we just used the dragon balls! It's at least another two weeks before we can call Shenlong again!"

Vejita growled in frustration, unconsciously clutching Trunks tighter. Bulma watched him, realizing the full truth. Her son was dead. It sunk into her as her face paled right before she fell to the floor in a heap.

Vejita gave her a disgusted look and carried Trunks down to the basement, where an isolation chamber waited to be used by any Saiyajin for faster healing. It couldn't bring back the dead, the woman wasn't that smart, but it would keep Trunks' body from deteriorating while they waited for the dragon balls. Yes, he knew Shenlong would have the power to give Trunks a new body, a perfect one, but Vejita wanted his son back, this son, with the same scars and quirks, the same slender form with long, lean muscles that rippled like a cat's under the skin when the boy moved. He wanted the same lavender hair that he always threatened to cut, hanging into the same blue eyes. Those eyes needed to have a glint of mischief, a flash of temper, a thirst for power and the untouchable ice of Saiyajin pride in their cerulean depths. That mouth - that sweet, luscious mouth - needed to curve into a sexy devil-may-care-but-I-sure-as-hell-don't grin, his lips to tighten in anger and the need to prove himself, to look soft and inviting and glisten seductively when he ran the tip of his tongue over them. He wanted the strong, but still unsure hands running over him, eliciting purrs and moans of pleasure from the older Saiyajin. The same almost fear-like tremor of the boy's body when he was touched and stroked and the same husky cries when he was given his release. That was the Trunks Vejita wanted - no, needed - to have back.

Tenderly, he lifted the body of his son into the isolation tank and closed the door, watching as the blue-green liquid filled the chamber, immersing Trunks. "No life force detected," the computer bleeped. "Shut up," he muttered, punching a few buttons, until he had set the machine on "sustain", not telling it to heal, but to keep the body just as it was. With one last glance at his son, his student and his lover Vejita left the basement.

~*~

Goten laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling but not seeing it. He was seeing Trunks. It was impossible that he was gone. The two had been best friends, despite their father's animosity toward each other. They had learned to go Super Saiyajin together and had learned the fusion dance, to fuse their bodies and become Gotenks. They had been inseparable as boys; as young men they had been more.

Goten remembered the last time he had seen Trunks. It had been two days earlier, in the maze of rooms that was the east wing of Capsule Corp. They'd purposely gotten lost in the hallways, deep into the usually forgotten rooms of the house, where no one would come upon them. Trunks' mouth had been hot on his flesh, leaving a fiery trail down his throat and chest, until those lips reached his navel…

-

Trunks nuzzled the indention and a soft laugh escaped Goten. Trunks looked up, that same lock of lavender hair hanging into his blue eyes and he smiled. Goten placed his palm lovingly on the side of Trunks' face, cupping his cheek, brushing his thumb across his lover's temple. Trunks leaned his face into Goten's hand, and then returned to his objective, closing his mouth over Goten's erection. Goten gasped and his fingers threaded into Trunks' hair, gripping the baby-fine locks in his fist as Trunks' tongue stroked the length of him, his teeth scraping lightly over the silky, ultra-soft skin. A soft moan left Goten as his lover's mouth worked magic, drawing out soft sounds and quickly pushing Goten over the edge. Trunks swallowed the thick, salty liquid and slowly pulled his mouth off of Goten, kissing the blunt tip of his arousal before completely releasing him. Goten's hands were on his shoulders, pulling him to his feet.

Trunks gave in to Goten's gentle tugging and moved closer, his lips meeting Goten's in a tender kiss that soon turned into something stronger; their lips crushed together, their tongues dancing. Goten felt Trunks' arousal pressing into his belly and reached between them to stroke the hard length. Trunks groaned into his mouth and his erection seemed to jump with a life of its own. Goten smiled and pulled Trunks with him as he backed up, until the back of his knees hit the bed. The two teenagers fell onto the mattress, Goten parting his legs and cradling Trunks' hips between his thighs. Trunks braced himself on the mattress with his hands and looked down at Goten. The other Saiyajin's eyes were black and half-lidded with passion as he reached down and guided Trunks to his opening. Slowly, Trunks pressed into the incredibly tight heat. Goten gasped as Trunks sank into him. Sheathed completely, a fine sheen of sweat on his skin, Trunks leaned down and kissed Goten's mouth lightly before beginning that ancient rhythm. Goten's hips lifted and fell with his lover's thrusts and the friction of Trunks' rock hard stomach against him had made him grow hard again. He felt the familiar pleasure begin to build at the insistent rubbing of his sensitized flesh against the ridged muscles of Trunks' abdomen. The feeling was intensified when Trunks, seeing his predicament, took him in the palm of his hand and stroked him with the same rhythm as their bodies until, nearly simultaneously, the two young Saiyajin's came, spilling hot seed, Trunks' into Goten and Goten's onto his own stomach and the bed beneath them. Unmindful of the sticky mess, Trunks collapsed onto Goten with a shudder. Goten slipped his arms around Trunks and held him close, kissing his temple. "I love you, Trunks," he whispered. Trunks raised his head. "And I love you."

-

Goten shook his head, violently, when he realized tears were slipping down his cheeks. He had lost his best friend, his partner and his lover all at once and because of Vejita's insane idea that one in his family was responsible he couldn't even mourn Trunks properly. He knew that Trunks was sharing Vejita's bed as well as his, but the thought hadn't bothered him as much as it should have. The relationship between the two princes was private, something Trunks didn't talk about much. Goten knew that Vejita liked things rough and he had indeed seen a glimpse or two of that same taste in Trunks. The pain excited them, the blood turned them on and their relationship was a good one. However, the human side of Trunks wanted more than a great fuck and wild violent sex. He wanted tenderness and caring too and while Vejita did indeed love him, he just wasn't the type who would, or perhaps could show it. Goten gave Trunks all the love he needed and Vejita fed the beast in him. It was a simple, effective system and it had worked until now. Now, someone had killed Trunks and the chain was broken. Wiping away his tears angrily, Goten vowed to find out who had killed his lover and promised, silently, that they would pay with their life.

~*~

*purr*

We shall drag you to the darkness,

Jady & Shi-Saiyan