Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vengeance of a Prince ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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 5:

There were things in the world that mattered. They were things that Gokou rarely considered, and though they played such a tiny part, they were the most important things that existed. These things were not love or happiness. They were not peace and friendship. They were strength and pride.

Vejita had taught him these things.

Gohan… Gokou sighed, watching the sky. How many years had it been since he'd flown through those blue heavens for the pure enjoyment of it? He stood out in the canyon, where so many battles had taken place. Things had changed so much since he was a child, wandering around Chikyuu, just asking for trouble. Those days had been carefree and fun. There had been little consequence for each of his actions, and those never involved unstable sons, murderers, or death.

He hadn't even learned about death until he was ten years old.

It was so powerful, so passionate. He could see Vejita… in his mind's eye - kneeling on the ground, cradling his dead son in his arms. He was so beautiful, jade eyes wide with terror and confusion. To Vejita, there was nothing but his pain. It consumed him in his entirety until there was nothing… nothing but pain and death.

Humanity was so fragile. Gokou was just now realizing that. How could this have happened? How could Trunks have so easily died? Did the human blood running through his veins make him that weak? There was fear inside Gokou, and it caused him to sweat as he stared at the blue sky, knowing that it was merely an illusion. The sky wasn't really blue. Gohan and Bulma had told him that much. It was created solely by sunlight and moisture. The sky was actually blackness, and that darkness was hidden from his eyes.

Blackness… death…

It was everywhere.

~*~

Chichi was beyond frustrated.

She had understood that Gokou would be upset by Trunks' death… but it wasn't like the damn prince was gone forever! It was only a matter of time before he was brought back to life by that damn frightening dragon. His death was even a good thing! Goten and Gohan were spending far too much time around the Briefs! They were bad influences.

Nevertheless, life couldn't pause just because the kid was dead. Needing to go shopping, Chichi jumped into the car and drove to town, where she knew she would spend the afternoon shopping for food and clothing. For some reason… a great deal of Gohan's garments had suddenly disappeared.

That, too, could most likely be blamed on the Briefs… although Chichi wasn't completely sure… after all… Gohan hadn't spent much time with the Briefs family recently… being with Videl and all….

Ah… it wasn't important.

Chichi arrived in town, parking just a few blocks away from the store. Traffic was heavy. She climbed out of the car, grabbing her purse, and circled her car to begin the long distance on the sidewalk. She smiled happily, nodding to a few people she made eye contact with.

Hands wrapped around her suddenly, yanking her into an alley. Chichi cried out with a gasp, crying in protest as her purse was ripped from her hands. Two large burly and hairy men smirked at her before a fist struck her in the fact. She yelped, biting her tongue and tasting blood on her tongue. The larger, by around fifty pounds and a few inches taller, laughed as he saw the blood fall from her lips. "What's wrong, bitch?" he snarled, grabbing her around the throat and hauling her up against the wall.

Chichi was anything but weak. In her past, she had battled in the tournaments, and even held her own against Gokou before their wedding, but that had been years ago, before her death and before she had given birth to two children that had nearly been the death of her. Saiyajin males were hard to give birth to. The amount of blood she had lost alone had caused her to be unconscious for three days.

She roared out, striking the taller human. He stumbled back, but the muscular brute was only dazed for a split second. The fist returned, striking Chichi square in the nose. She went blind with pain as she heard the crack of bone. "You whore!" she heard the man snarl while his partner chuckled. Chichi couldn't see. Her vision was white with pain. Blood poured from her nose. "You'll pay for that!" the man continued. Chichi gasped in agony as a fist struck her stomach. She crumbled to the floor just as she felt the metal toe of boots strike her abdomen.

~*~

The hot steam rolled over her body, washing away dried blood. Her entire body ached with the abuse it had been dealt, and though she trembled in confusion, so felt.. relieved… but so tense. She grabbed a bar of soap from the small tray at her side. She could barely see through the steam, but she preferred it that way. The walls and floor were reflective. She couldn't bear to look at herself yet.

In awe-filled eyes she watched as the blood ran down her body. Bruises coated her hips and thighs, but the pain was minimum. How long had she been unconscious? Pan hadn't a clue, and she didn't care. It didn't matter anymore, and she knew it. There was an emptiness inside her, but at least the insanity had been subdued.

The soap slipped from her fingers, falling on the floor. Pan frowned and knelt down, stumbling through the thick steam for the bar. The water scalded her skin, turning the soft bronze a bright red. She felt the pain, and it did hurt. Still, she did not shy away from the harsh spray. She sniffed as she scrambled and searched for the damn soap. Why couldn't she find it? Her hands were shaking, she suddenly realized. Pan sat up, feeling the hot temperatures against her cheeks. She held her hand in front of her eyes, seeing the outline of it through the thick fog. She was shaking, trembling, and she couldn't control herself. She couldn't stop!

"Quit…" she whispered to herself, trying desperately to will her hand still. "Quit it…" she demanded more sternly, her teeth gritting. It only caused her hands to shake worse. Tears fell from her eyes, cooling her heated cheeks. "QUIT IT!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs.

"Pan?" came a frightened whisper. Pan spun around just as the shower curtain was shoved open. A wide-eyed Bura stared down at her, lips parting as the young princess gazed over her blood-coated trembling friend. "Pan? What's going on?" she whispered. Pan scrambled to her feet, wrapping her arms around her bare breasts. Where were her clothes? Were they still in the gravity room? "N-n-nothing," her voice betrayed her. Bura stepped forward, ignoring the flowing shower. "Pan, don't lie to me," Bura demanded, hurt in her eyes that her best friend didn't trust her. Pan chewed on her bottom lip, knowing she couldn't tell Bura what had happened. Instead, she pulled out the only emotion she knew she could control: her rage. "Nothing, damn it!" she yelled, shoving Bura back.

The wetness of the shower floor and Bura's tiny heels were not a good combination. Bura stumbled and slipped, unable to maintain her balance in the tall shoes. She cried out, hands gripping the pale white curtain as she fell. The small plastic links were not enough to hold up her weight, and Pan didn't react in enough time to catch the falling Saiyajin princess.

The sickening crack of bones echoed out in the bathroom. Pan cried out, rushing forward and falling to her best friend's side. "Bura!" she cried out, grabbing the young lithe young female. Pure terror filled Pan as she saw the fresh blood flow down the drain. Trunks… now Bura….

Vejita would kill her.

Vejita would blame her for Trunks death too.

"NO!" she screamed, gathering Bura in her arms and darting out of the bathroom as fast as she could fly, her clothes forgotten. In the bathroom, the shower's spray continued to flow, washing away the remaining blood.

~*~

Gohan was not at all surprised as Vejita landed behind him. He could smell the blood and sex on the Saiyajin's skin. It disgusted him and caused his stomach to churn, but he remained silent, staring over the sea where he had discarded his wife's body. "Where's his grave, Vejita?"

Vejita did not respond to the question. There was no reason. Trunks did not have a grave. He stared at Gohan's back, watching the muscles tense. There was a smirk on his lips. He knew Gohan could smell him, even from their distance apart. Would Gohan know the scent had come from his own precious daughter? It was doubtful. Gohan's senses were not that strong, but Gokou… ah… the thought of the fight that would follow sent tremors of pleasure through Vejita's body.

"So where were you, Gohan, when my son was murdered?" He watched the demi-Saiyajin like a starving panther would watch a wounded gazelle. He searched for any signs, but to his surprise Gohan remained statuesque. Did he know nothing? Did he feel nothing?

Why was there no denial? Why was there no anger at the accusation?

Ever so slowly, Gohan climbed to his feet and moved towards Vejita, but his onyx eyes never once left the ocean. It seemed he was watching something, perhaps waiting for something. Vejita narrowed his gaze and circled Gohan until he stood directly in the demi-Saiyajin's line of vision. Gohan didn't blink. Vejita scowled and waved his hand in front of Gohan's eyes. There was no reaction.

Gohan had lost reality.

~*~

Dr. Kevin Green stared at the pummeled human figure and winced. She was connected to life support, and the monitor was only moments away from flat-lining. He stared at the blank forms that he held in his arms, eyes skimming over the lines, pen wavering in his hand. The poor woman was suffering greatly. The drugs that had pumped into her system wouldn't take affect for hours, and she only had minutes to live. Her jaw had been broken. She couldn't talk. She couldn't open her eyes. They were bruised shut, and one had been punctured out. If the lids were opened, fluids would pour out. The pain she was feeling had to be unbearable, but without proper consent the doctor could not pull the plug.

He sighed and leaned against the doorway. "Name… Jane Doe."

~*~

TBC!

Raising Hell in Heaven,

Jady & Shi-Saiyan