Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vengeance of a Prince ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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 4:

Bura and Pan returned to Capsule Corp sometime in the early afternoon. Bulma had locked herself in the lab and Vejita was nowhere to be found. "I'm going up to take a shower," said Bura.

"I think I'd rather train for a while, get some of this tension worked out. I swear, Bura, it feels like something has gone horribly wrong. More than just Trunks, I mean. Something else. We need to be ready for whatever is coming."

Bura, looking tired, just nodded and waved her hand in the air, dismissively. "Use the gravity room. Papa says it's the best way to train. I'll be upstairs when you're through." The blue haired girl turned and made her way up the stairs and Pan moved silently through the halls of Capsule Corp, to the gravity chamber.

It was empty and she stepped inside. The door closed behind her with a "whoosh" and Pan stripped down to her lowest layer of clothing, a pair of tight black shorts and a black sports bra. She even removed her shoes, since they were sneakers and not exactly the best thing for training. Besides, she probably ruin them and then her mother would get angry. Stowing her clothing in a small locker, Pan punched a few buttons on the computer and raised the gravity level to 150% of Chikyuu's and began to stretch. When her body was warmed up, Pan closed her eyes, took a breath and cleared her mind, then began the Saiyajin training routines that she had learned from her father, her grandfather, her uncle, Trunks and even Vejita, by watching them nearly every day for as long as she could remember.

Vejita walked slowly to the door of the gravity room. Someone was inside. He could hear the machines running and feel a power of some sort, but the thick walls of the chamber kept him from identifying the ki signature. Without a sound, he opened the door to the observation room, where there was an airlock, enabling him to move into the gravity chamber not only undetected, but also without interrupting the high gravity within.

Silently, he stepped into the chamber and his eyes fell on the only living creature inside it - a Son.

Pan blinked away the sweat that stung her eyes and let out a cry of rage as she fired another ki blast at her invisible enemy. All the rage and grief of losing Trunks and the growing rift between her and Bura's family was poured into her training. Even before all this began, something had been happening inside her, as if there were something within her, fighting to be released. Some kind of beast that threatened to take over the person she was and turn her into something else, something feral. Her confusion and fear added to her power and she spun and kicked out at the punching bag that hung suspended from the ceiling. It had been specially designed by Bulma to stand up to the force of a Saiyajin, or it would have exploded. The kick connected, hard, and Pan dropped to her knees on the floor, her shoulders heaving, that unnamable beast inside her clawing it's way to the surface. With a whimper, half of fear, half of pain, she put her face in her hands and curled into a ball.

Vejita watched as the Son girl's Saiyajin blood began to overpower the weaker human side of her. She was coming of age and the full moon was near. Soon, she would become a full-fledged Saiyajin female and she would be governed by the instincts that lay imbedded in her DNA. She was in pain now, as every Saiyajin girl was when she was on the verge of crossing out of childhood. Her body was screaming for release, her instincts fighting for control and she was tearing herself apart from the inside. Only a Saiyajin male would be able to give her body what it was demanding. Too bad there weren't many of those left.

Vejita went still as the realization stole over him. Trunks was gone. He, Vejita, was the only living Saiyan male that wasn't of Pan's bloodline. Gohan, he knew, would kill the girl before allowing Vejita to bed her. All of the Sons would. Yet here she was, at his mercy. He looked down at her form, huddled on the floor of the gravity chamber, obviously in torment and he was the only thing that could stop the pain. One of the Sons had taken his son, one of his children from him. Now he would take one of theirs.

Telling himself that he had no interest in easing her pain, only in his revenge and ignoring the little whisper in his head that called him a liar, Vegeta stripped out of his training suit. When he moved, Pan looked up. Her eyes widened as the Saiyajin no Ouji stepped toward her, naked. Her mind was screaming at her that this wasn't right, to run, but her body had other ideas. The rush of heat that stole through her at the sight of his arousal made her gasp and her scant clothing suddenly seemed too tight, too restricting. She didn't have to worry about it long, though. She rose to her feet as Vejita reached her and he caught the hem of her sports bra, tearing it away with one tug. Her shorts were just as simple to get rid of and then she was crushed against him, flesh on heated flesh, hardness on softness, dark skin on light. Her nipples brushed against his chest and she gasped at the sensations that rippled through her at the contact.

"Wh-what are you doing? Vejita, what's happening?" she asked, wondering why she didn't push him away, why she didn't run. "Quiet. Your body will tell you what to do," he said, pushing her to the wall and pressing her against the cool metal. "But…" she began, then cried out when his hand slid between her thighs and his finger slid into her. She arched and bucked her hips, her eyes wide and wild. She was hot and slick and her nails dug into his shoulders as a second finger joined the first. She groaned when his thumb pressed against the tiny button of nerves concealed by her curls and then whimpered when he pulled his hand away from her. "Silence," he ordered. She bit her lip as he grasped her hips and positioned himself at her entrance. "Look at me," he demanded. Her eyes, which she had squeezed shut when he pulled his hand away, snapped open and her gaze locked with his, black as the dark side of midnight, Saiyajin eyes. His jaw tightened and she tensed, just as he slid into her passage, sheathing himself in one powerful thrust.

Pan screamed, primal and animal, as both pain and pleasure tore through her. Her senses heightened and she smelled blood, felt it trickle down her leg. Vejita was buried inside her, crushing her against the wall and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he began to move.

The force of his thrusts would have killed a human woman, would have crushed her pelvis and cracked her skull as the Saiyajin no Ouji drove into her again and again. Twice, the pressure that had been building inside her for so long came to the boiling point and exploded into a billion points of brilliant light before Vejita made a soft sound in the back of his throat and spilled his seed inside her. As he did, his eyes opened and fixed on the pulse point at the left side of her throat. Without allowing himself to consider it, he sank his teeth into her flesh.

The hot, coppery honey flowed over his tongue like the sweetest wine and Pan cried out. He felt her body go limp and slowly lowered her, unconscious, to the floor. She would sleep for a long time now. Stepping back, he looked down at her. Blood was smeared on her thighs, neck and chest and on her hands. He looked at his shoulders. Sure enough, the girl had shredded his back with her nails. He'd been surprised by the force of her arousal and the strength of the Saiyajin in her. Making his claim on her had been an after-thought, a final insult to the Son family. Pan was his now, unable to be with anyone else, ever again without intense pain and eventual madness. She hadn't returned the claim, though, so Vejita was still free to do as he wished. With one last glance at her prone form, Vejita quickly dressed and left the gravity chamber.

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TBC!

Conquering Hell,

Jady & Shi-Saiyan