Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Warui No Ou ❯ Visions of The Dead ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Jady 
I've recieved a few emails about this fic. Sorry. I never uploaded it here. So here it is, the sequel to "Crowned Evil".
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Suspense | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 03.14.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 432 | Visits: 322 | Status: Completed
I've recieved a few emails about this fic. Sorry. I never uploaded it here. So here it is, the sequel to "Crowned Evil".
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Suspense | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 03.14.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 432 | Visits: 322 | Status: Completed
Warui no Ou
(King of Evil)
Timeline: Sequel to Crowned Evil, A/U, After Cell Saga
Rated: R
Summary: Gohan rules the world!
Warnings: rape, incest, torture, character deaths
Pairings: Goten/C-Trunks, C-Trunks/Bura, Goten/Bura, Piccolo/Gohan
"They're watching you… talking about you… laughing at you."
He allowed his eyes to flutter closed. It was cold in the small mansion, and he was extremely exhausted. The bed he laid in was comfortable, soft and warm, but despite that fact he couldn't relax. Everyone he'd ever encountered surrounded him, and they all loved him. They couldn't bear to leave him alone, and they were telling him everything. Yes, he knew that everyone mocked him. Yes, he knew that he was alone in the chaotic world, with only Piccolo, Goten, and Trunks as his slaves. Given half a chance they would kill him without a second thought.
"They don't care that you love them, protect them. They want to drink your blood, make you suffer for killing Kakarrotto."
The voice that spoke belonged to Raditzu, his dead Uncle Raditzu. The Saiyajin loved him very much, and was constantly watching out for him, telling him what Piccolo and the kids said when he wasn't listening, kissing his tears away.
Somewhere out in the dimensions a little boy lived happily with his mother and young brother. He was growing quickly and going to high school, meeting friends, falling in love, having a daughter. His friends didn't tremble at the sound of his name. His father smiled down from the heavens. There was no chaos that filled the streets. There were no cities made of rubble. The third generation of demi-Saiyajin was being created, and in fifteen more years the fourth would be born.
Gohan didn't know about that world, and as far as he was concerned it didn't exist. His arm fell over his eyes as he tried to block out the rising sun. The young demi-Saiyajin hadn't slept in days. The constant voices, nagging images, wouldn't allow it. "Raditzu… please…" he whispered painfully.
"Come now, Gohan," muttered his uncle. The bed moved beneath the weight as Raditzu moved. Gohan looked up from beneath his arm to see the longhaired Saiyajin stretch out next to him on his side, head propped up in his hand. Gohan turned and leaned into the firm embrace as his uncle reached out for him. A faint feeling of security and peace filled him for a long moment. "Ai shiteru, Raditzu," he whispered, burying his face into the torn and blood coated armor.
"Then why did you kill me?"
TBC
(King of Evil)
Timeline: Sequel to Crowned Evil, A/U, After Cell Saga
Rated: R
Summary: Gohan rules the world!
Warnings: rape, incest, torture, character deaths
Pairings: Goten/C-Trunks, C-Trunks/Bura, Goten/Bura, Piccolo/Gohan
"They're watching you… talking about you… laughing at you."
He allowed his eyes to flutter closed. It was cold in the small mansion, and he was extremely exhausted. The bed he laid in was comfortable, soft and warm, but despite that fact he couldn't relax. Everyone he'd ever encountered surrounded him, and they all loved him. They couldn't bear to leave him alone, and they were telling him everything. Yes, he knew that everyone mocked him. Yes, he knew that he was alone in the chaotic world, with only Piccolo, Goten, and Trunks as his slaves. Given half a chance they would kill him without a second thought.
"They don't care that you love them, protect them. They want to drink your blood, make you suffer for killing Kakarrotto."
The voice that spoke belonged to Raditzu, his dead Uncle Raditzu. The Saiyajin loved him very much, and was constantly watching out for him, telling him what Piccolo and the kids said when he wasn't listening, kissing his tears away.
Somewhere out in the dimensions a little boy lived happily with his mother and young brother. He was growing quickly and going to high school, meeting friends, falling in love, having a daughter. His friends didn't tremble at the sound of his name. His father smiled down from the heavens. There was no chaos that filled the streets. There were no cities made of rubble. The third generation of demi-Saiyajin was being created, and in fifteen more years the fourth would be born.
Gohan didn't know about that world, and as far as he was concerned it didn't exist. His arm fell over his eyes as he tried to block out the rising sun. The young demi-Saiyajin hadn't slept in days. The constant voices, nagging images, wouldn't allow it. "Raditzu… please…" he whispered painfully.
"Come now, Gohan," muttered his uncle. The bed moved beneath the weight as Raditzu moved. Gohan looked up from beneath his arm to see the longhaired Saiyajin stretch out next to him on his side, head propped up in his hand. Gohan turned and leaned into the firm embrace as his uncle reached out for him. A faint feeling of security and peace filled him for a long moment. "Ai shiteru, Raditzu," he whispered, burying his face into the torn and blood coated armor.
"Then why did you kill me?"
TBC