Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vengeance of a Prince ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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.

Chapter 3:

Ten years ago, the fact that Piccolo could almost always read his mind had caused joy to spread in the boy's heart. He'd always known that when something was wrong there Piccolo would be; ready to make things right in Chikyuu. When young Gohan was afraid there Piccolo was, and the powerful Namekian would chase away what evil caused that terror.

For that, Gohan would forever love Piccolo. The alien had protected him and taught him much. Because of Piccolo, Gohan was still alive! Yes, he would always be indebted to his first sensei.

Now, though, he hated Piccolo. It was late afternoon. Slowly the sun was descending over the horizon outside. The smell of food drifted through the Son household, but only Chichi and Gokou were eating. Goten had locked himself in his bedroom and would answer no one. It was understandable, Gohan supposed. Trunks and Goten had been best friends all of their lives.

As Gohan shivered beneath the covers of his bed, trying to chase away the cold in his soul, he thought of Mirai no Trunks - that future version of chibi Trunks that had come to save the world from the cyborgs and Cell. In Mirai Trunks' world, Trunks had loved Gohan. They might have even been lovers at some point. Trunks had trusted Gohan with his life… and he'd taken that life. Blood of Vejita's son coated his hands. Vejita had vowed revenge. His rage was justified. How could it not be? He knew one of them had done it… one of the Son males. There was no way he couldn't.

How had this happened? Gohan didn't understand! Never before had he lost control! The closest he'd ever come to such feral behavior was against Cell and Majin Buu! Both times he'd been shown what it led to… this insane instinct. It had cost him Gokou's life against Cell and the entire population of Chikyuu against Buu. He should have been able to control himself, damn it!

Gohan turned, glaring at the pale ceiling. He wished he could blame all of his problems on that pale white paint… desperately. Everything inside him ached. What was most frightening was that Piccolo knew.

In all truth, Gohan wasn't completely sure whether the Namekian knew or not, but how could Piccolo not know? Piccolo knew everything about Gohan. It was only a matter of time before Piccolo told Vejita.

He'd tell Vejita… right?

Gohan just didn't know. Piccolo might speak of the crime to the Saiyajin no Ouji… because if he did then Vejita would kill Gohan… and slowly. Gohan was quite sure of that. Vejita would have many methods of causing a slow and painful death, and now that he had ascended beyond an ascended Saiyajin there was no one to stop the vengeance-guided Saiyajin no Ouji. Gokou would be no match for Vejita in that state, especially with the newly ascended Saiyajin's need for Gohan's blood. No, if Vejita discovered it was Gohan, it would be the end of the demi-Saiyajin's life.

Damn it all to Hell!

Even if Gohan managed to keep it a secret, the fatal clock still ticked. As soon as the dragon balls were reactivated, Trunks would live again. He'd tell everyone and Gohan would die. They only question in that scenario was `by whose hands?' Would Trunks seek his own justice? Would Vejita covet that pleasure? Would Goten prove his loyalty? Would Gokou desire that vengeance?

Hell, what about Bulma and Chichi? No one doubted the awesome untapped power of Bulma's brain - surely the woman could create some Saiyajin torture device - or Chichi's unbreakable magical frying-pan-of-doom.

Gohan could smell Trunks' blood still on him. It burned his tongue, made him shiver with lust. This, he knew - outside of the fear - was what it felt like to be a true Saiyajin senshi, not some worthless unknown savior of a doomed powerless planet. Gohan could not deny that beneath the terror a dark smirk burned, one that would cause even Vejita to pause and stare with wide eyes.

Yes, this was what Vejita had felt all those years ago, battling on far away planets, slaughtering innocents mercilessly. There was no doubt that Vejita had feasted on the scum he had killed.

Gohan was hungry, but not for bread and rice.

~*~

Against her mother's bosom, young Bura sobbed. Big brother was dead! How? Why? She screamed as she clung to the soft fabrics of Bulma's dress. Bura didn't care that she was slowly sliding onto her knees against the floor. She didn't care that Vejita was slowly approaching and would be furious at her for showing weakness and emotion. She didn't care that Pan and Videl stood only a few feet away, watching.

Pan, meanwhile, remained silent in her grief. She'd glimpsed at Vejita when the Saiyajin had passed by, carrying Trunks' corpse. It had been the first body she'd ever seen. Nightmares were sure to be had. Trunks… why Trunks? For so many years Pan had silently adored… loved, she dared to say, Trunks. Now… now he was… gone…

"Leave this place! Never return!"

The voice was harsh, hardened. Despite the tears that escaped all eyes, each set turned to the voice. It belonged to Vejita, and the words were directed to Videl and Pan. Wide eyes stared at the Saiyajin in shock. "Vejita?" Bulma whispered, clutching the young teenager in her arms.

"A Son killed Trunks!"

"It wasn't Pan or Videl!"

Silence echoed for long moments. Vejita stared at the mother of his children for quite a while before speaking again. "It was a Son. I know that. Tell me, if you know them all so well, which one killed Trunks, our son?"

There was no response. What answer could Bulma possibly offer? Vejita nodded once, curtly, and directed a glare at the two female Sons, silently demanding that they leave.

At that moment Bura cried out and ripped herself from Bulma's arms. She clung to Pan, sobbing against her best friend's chest. "No, Papa!" she shrieked with everything within.

She was Vejita's only daughter, and at the moment the only child he had. Vejita watched the two angels sob together and felt his heart breaking all over again. He knew it wasn't Pan. She couldn't even ascend yet much less kill Trunks. "Fine, for you, Bura.

"Videl leaves, though," he continued, turning his black gaze upon the human, "and no Son is allowed in this city until Trunks lives again. Repeat that to your kind."

Your kind…

As if the Briefs and Sons were two different races, and Vejita ruled above them both. Videl nodded and smiled at her daughter in a farewell before leaving Capsule Corporations, heading towards the Son household through the heavens.

~*~

Knocking on the bedroom door, Videl waited silently for a response. It was night outside now; the entire house seemed dead. A few moments passed before the door swung open, revealing an exhausted and ragged Gohan. "How are you doing?" she quested with concern. Gohan blinked once before leaving the doorway and flopping atop the bed. Videl sighed, knowing how easily Gohan unjustly placed blame on himself. It had taken months for Gohan to accept the fact that Chikyuu's destruction wasn't his fault. Now, Trunks was dead and Vejita was blaming Gokou and both his sons.

"Don't blame yourself!" she exclaimed, closing the door. An ironic smile dressed the demi-Saiyajin's face for a brief moment before fading back in depression. Videl sat down next to him and tried to smile, but that hateful emptiness that burned cut her to the soul. "Gohan…"

"Stop, Videl, please… just stop."

She fell silent at his plea and looked to the window, watching the moon rise above the horizon. Long moments passed with neither mate moving, but just staring and thinking - Gohan about his murder, Videl about the false guilt Gohan was feeling.

"Where's Pan?"

Videl bowed her head before looking to him. "I'm sorry - with Bura." Gohan's eyes widened with rage before that blankness overwhelmed again. He said not a word. Videl, nevertheless, felt the need to explain.

"It's just… Bura was so upset and I don't think I could have forced Pan to come with me. You know how close those girls…"

"As close as Goten and Trunks," Gohan interrupted, sighing faintly. Videl frowned and turned to Gohan, resting her head on his bare chest. "You're so cold," she whispered as their skin mashed together. Gohan chuckled and sat up, fiercely grabbing her head and pulling it forth. Their lips melded together as Gohan's hands ripped away the barriers of fabrics between them.

Though later he might, at the moment he didn't care that his thoughts were drowning in the lust for blood. He heard Trunks' scream of death instead of Videl's moans of pleasure. Gohan didn't notice that each time he touched his mate's body, nails pierced her skin. The room filled with the scent of sex and blood. It seemed to him the world faded away. Piccolo knowing his secret became only a vague annoyance of a memory. The suffering he knew everyone on the planet felt because of what he'd done only hardened him more. His canines buried into Videl's neck passively as she screamed in both pain and with orgasm. Gohan shoved her aside, eyes blurry, breath hastened.

He didn't care he'd just killed his mate.

~*~

Late night had long ago arrived. The moon rested high in the sky, shimmering across the forest, allowing light to cast frightening shadows about the two girls. The moon would be full in a few days. Dawn would be arriving shortly, but neither of the two was sleeping.

Bura and Pan rested in the forest just outside the city. They had grown tired of the sounds of cars and people hours ago and had fled in an attempt to get away and rest. Though their tears had long since dried up, their minds were running rapidly with their mourning of young Trunks, and knowing that his body rested just floors beneath where they slumbered had been far too much to bear.

Now, they lay on the forest's floor, with a small fire burning between them. The flames were warm, chasing away the cold winds that circled them. Pan lay on her side, watching as the flames danced in the wind, creating beautiful patterns with each strike. There were so many shades of reds, oranges and yellows that it almost made her dizzy. She was so exhausted, and she could hear Bura's steady breathing echoing near her, soothing her nerves and lulling her into an almost peaceful place. Still, she couldn't force her eyes closed. Everything inside her was hurting so much, and for some reason she couldn't believe that it was just because of Trunks. She had loved Trunks, very much, just as she knew that Bura also cared a great deal for Goten… but still there was something inside her that wasn't right. It felt like something else special had been lost… as if someone closer to her had died…

Pan forced herself to turn and stretch out on her back, arms behind her head as she looked up to the sky. The limbs of the trees blocked her vision of the moon, but she knew that it was there, its fullness approaching.

The full moon…

Maybe it was to blame for whatever it was she felt. The moon always had very strange effects on Saiyajin, and for some reason Gohan had been especially worried lately. He'd said that she was getting older, and with her age the effects of the moon would increase. Normally, the moon made her act wild and undisciplined… what else could it possibly do?

Now wasn't the time to think about things like this, though, she reminded herself with a sigh. Dawn was approaching, and she was exhausted. Tomorrow things would seem brighter. The dragon balls would be reactivated in only a couple of weeks, and then Trunks would return, and she would tell him how she felt, and they could be together and happy.

With that plan burning in her mind, filling her with hope, Pan managed to allow her eyes to drift closed.

~*~

"Do you think Vejita is okay?"

Chichi turned beneath the sheets, moaning a bit. She heard her husband's voice, but didn't really hear the words that had been spoken. "Not now, Gokou. Wait until breakfast."

Gokou frowned, looking down to the body that rested next to him. Chichi was tucked tightly beneath the covers, legs against her chest and arms buried beneath the pillow, hugging it close. Why did she, along with everyone else, always assume that he never cared about anything expect food? He was a man just like any other, and if not that then a Saiyajin with needs no different that any other's… especially Vejita's. He needed things just like everyone: love, sex, food and violence…

Annoyed, Gokou frowned at his mate and sat up, looking down at her. "Chichi, I asked you something."

"It's almost dawn, Gokou. If you're so hungry, go out and catch a fish until breakfast." With that, Chichi turned and pulled the cover over her head, curling into a tighter ball. Gokou fell silent, not bothering to ask again. He knew it would just make Chichi angry, and if that happened he would be spending the next night out in the woods. Chichi's heavy breathing again returned and Gokou sighed and stood, shoving back the blankets. He couldn't sleep, and knew that it was almost fruitless to try.

Leaving the bedroom, Gokou entered the kitchen, hoping that a snack would help him. He froze, however, as he saw a shadow passing by the dark room. Assuming it was one of the boys with the same problem, Gokou was about to call out to the child, but was forced into silence as he realized that something just wasn't right.

The figure was tall, most definitely Gohan. The boy was dressed lightly, in only a loose pair of slacks. Gokou couldn't see much more than an occasional light from the moon and the silhouette of the boy, but he knew from the strong scent of blood, sweat, and sex that whatever he was dragging behind him was not a bag of laundry.

"G-Gohan?"

The Son was already out the door, though. For long moments Gokou stood there, staring at the opened doorway, surrounded by that frightening scent that caused him to shiver in fear.

Eventually, the Saiyajin turned around and returned to the bedroom.

Denial was a powerful thing.

~*~

"Up all night?"

The voice belonged to Piccolo.

"Yeah, and?"

Gohan turned away from the small table, eyes drifting to Piccolo. It was mid-afternoon, and Gohan was staring silently at nothing, wondering when lunch would be or if he had missed the meal. His mind had been fuzzy all afternoon, and he seemed to forever be one step behind. Goten was nowhere to be found, and Gokou seemed to have just walked off the edge of Chikyuu and fallen off.

"Any explanations to offer?"

Gohan snorted with a grin, folding his arms on the table. The sun shone down from above, warming his shoulders with its glow, but the air around him seemed bitter cold, and goose bumps covered his arms. "Any reason?"

"Your fate lies on my shoulders. Isn't that a reason?"

"Your shoulders? Nope, it's not."

Piccolo paused, staring at the still figure. "You don't think I'll tell? You don't think I'll let them know what you've become? One murder leads to a second… then to a third… then to a place you cannot return from."

"I don't believe Gokou ever shared that point of view."

There was silence as both considered the words. Neither one was wrong, nor was either right. "Do you remember it, Piccolo? That place where you can't come back from?"

"I do. It is lonely there, Gohan."

Gohan grinned and rose, turning to Piccolo. Before his old sensei he paused, staring into the small black eyes that watched with concern. "Come with me, then." He paused, an intense gaze watching as those tiny black eyes widened with disbelief. "I'll be there, Piccolo. It won't be lonely."

"Gohan…"

"Not now," Gohan responded, turning away with a chuckle. "Not just yet, Piccolo. Not just yet."

~*~

From the sky, Vejita watched as Goten sat against a small tree, petting a small kitten that he'd stumbled upon. The youngest Son had been in these woods since dawn had arrived, sitting in silence, looking just plain pathetic. Goten had never changed his gi from yesterday. His hair was wilder than normal, jerking in every direction and matted to his face. He looked exhausted, as if he hadn't slumbered all night. Vejita frowned. The boy hadn't eaten either, and probably didn't have the energy to move.

Vejita descended from the sky and landed before the small boy. Goten's eyes widened and he grabbed the kitten, holding it protectively. Vejita couldn't figure out if Goten's actions were out of grief or guilt. He was slowly beginning not to care. Why shouldn't he just kill all of the Sons and end his misery? Things would be so much simpler if he'd done it years ago.

"Vejita…"

"Shut up, boy," he snarled, glaring at the youngest Son. Goten fell silent, releasing the kitten. It mewed softly and wondered off. Goten rose to his feet. "Vejita, please. You have to know! I loved Trunks!"

"Silence!" Vejita screamed. He fell back a step, trying to keep himself from powering up. He had always known about Trunks' love for Goten, and had silently despised it, but had remained silent. Now he regretted every moment when he had known Trunks was with Goten. He should have claimed his son as a rightful mate, and then there would have been no reason for Goten and Trunks to be together.

Who was he kidding? Only chaos would have followed that action. Vejita's eyes narrowed as he gazed to Goten. "I can't stand to look at you anymore," he spat. Goten stepped forward, exclaiming Vejita's name, but the Saiyajin no Ouji had already escaped through the skies.

~*~

TBC!

Fighting Against Goodness,

Jady & Shi-Saiyan