Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Warui No Ou ❯ Bura: Saiyajin no Oujo ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Jady 
Gohan's Twins of Death
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Suspense | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 03.14.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 279 | Status: Completed
Gohan's Twins of Death
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Suspense | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 03.14.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 279 | 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
9 Years Later - Where Our Story Begins:
Explosions echoed around the snarling fires that erupted through the desolate city. Dark laughter could he heard if one listened closely, tuning out the screams of humans as they were embraced in the large arms of the gods that watched in horror. It was almost beautiful, the gold and white lights contrasting the blackness of the night's sky. There were no stars. The stars were too afraid to shine and had retreated into space, glowing their beauty down upon other worlds. No one could see the blurs that were the two young boys, but they were there, floating above as they brutally exchanged fists, drawing blood from each other.
The scent of blood overwhelmed the burning ash and the heat of the flames. Metal melted beneath them as the fires engulfed skyscrapers. There was little wood in the city since it lacked in forests, but whatever there had been was now nothing but blackness coating the streets, much like the bodies of those who had already died. More would loose their lives, but the chibi boys were hardly thinking about the guilt that didn't exist inside them any longer.
Nearly nine years ago, chibi Trunks, at only the age of seven had seen a horrified look on his best friend's face. Goten, the age of six, had looked up to the lavender-haired demi-Saiyajin with panicked black eyes, screaming against what he was being forced to do.
'Trunks, we can't destroy a city!'
There had been horror in Trunks' voice as well, as he had looked down to Goten with frightened eyes, but there had been fear for his own life in those blue orbs.
'Well, you go up there and tell Gohan that!'
Nine quick years had passed since that day, and with those years bodies had fallen to the ground. The blood of those bodies had coated the hands of the demi-Saiyajin boys. Tears had fallen from their eyes as they had "been educated" in the ways of murder. With each falter, Gohan had punished them. Death was now something that came easily. The begging of humans no longer caused them to pause and consider mercy. The sobs of children no longer caused them to turn. There was no longer any guilt for murdering those they had known as friends.
Out in the world, those people were the enemies, and Goten and Trunks knew and were preparing for the day they would be forced to battle to the death. They weren't worried about the weaker ones: Bulma, chibi Bura - yes, they knew of Trunks' little sister, and were quite intrigued with the newest demi-Saiyajin - or the growing Marron. The fights they were anticipating were with Vejita and Mirai Trunks. Juuhachigou would only provide an annoyance, but needed to be considered. She could prove to be a bothersome distraction. Videl, the thought of her was amusing, but she was nothing more than something to keep Gohan entertained. During the nine years, only Tien, Yamcha, and Kuririn of Chikyuu's senshi had been eliminated.
They had been searching for the other of the Z senshi, but Trunks and Vejita were well hid. They might not even be on Chikyuu any longer. Gohan had 'checked' with Dende up on Kami's Lookout, killing the black-blob servant in the process, and had learned that they weren't making use of the Room of Space and Time. Bulma hadn't been killed just for the pure reason that Bura was still alive. Gohan didn't want to kill any of those with Saiyajin blood if he didn't need to, especially a female. Juuhachigou, like Vejita and Mirai Trunks, was in hiding.
Chibi Trunks came to a halt above the air, his senses searching out around him. Goten had vanished and was hiding his ki, very successfully. He'd become more skilled, Trunks mused with a faint smile as he honed out around the air. The overwhelming sights and smells took control once again. He could smell burning corpses beneath him. The city had suffered as a result of their spar, and the people along with it. Humans knew they weren't safe, and many had tried to flee… but where could they run?
"You should keep your guard up, boy," came a snarl behind chibi Trunks. He spun around with a gasp as he realized Gohan was behind him. A sharp jolt down his spine erupted, causing him to scream out in pain as he fell towards the cemented sidewalks, golden locks returning to lavender.
He landed with a sickening thud and remained still for a long moment as he regained his breath. With a moan he sat up, looking back up. Goten was hovering beside his elder brother, black eyes staring down at Trunks with a smirk across his face. Despite the fact that Goten moreover resembled his father, Kakarrotto, there was no denying the fact that he took after Gohan. There was nothing but skillful determination in those dark eyes, though there was no goal for that determination to be focused on. Goten, like Gohan, didn't have a purpose on Chikyuu, except death and violence.
Trunks warily rose to his feet and slowly moved upwards, allowing his head to drop as he finally reached the annoyed Gohan. The dark black eyes were watching him curiously, suspiciously. "Gomen," he muttered with a faint sigh as his eyes gazed downwards upon the city. "I didn't…"
"Shhhh…" hissed Gohan in a motherly manner. He floated forward and wrapped his arms around the teenager, hugging him closely, hands running through the thin long locks. "You're learning, young one," Gohan said patiently. It wasn't unusual for him to have these spells, as Piccolo called them. At one moment Gohan could be the most pleasant and patient man, and at the second he would go insane, screaming and ranting and killing. Long moments passed as Gohan just held him before he finally spoke. "Goten, I've changed my mind."
That, also, was not unusual. Gohan pulled back with a faint chuckle, running his hands through the long locks of hair that now reached mid-back. He crossed his ankles beneath him, a bored and yet entertained expression across his normally unreadable features. "I've been watching her for some time."
"Niisan," Goten muttered in annoyance, looking away. Trunks felt the same annoyance that Goten felt. "Her" - there was only one "Her" in Gohan's book - Videl.
"SILENCE!" Gohan screamed, causing both boys to jerk backwards with wide eyes. They tensed, hovering closer to each other, as if they believed they could defeat Gohan as long as they were together, though both knew it wasn't true. Despite all their efforts, neither teenager had been able to ascend while Gohan had easily maintained his level, if not unknowingly surpassed it. There passed a long moment of silence, with only the growls of the flames beneath them and the quiet whispers of the wind echoing out. The bored expression returned as Gohan shoved his fists in the pockets of the worn purple gi. "I know, you both are tired of my games, but the games are over. She's living with Bulma. I want you to go there, capture her, bring her to me."
Joy overwhelmed both teens. They smirked, glancing at each other. "Hai, Gohan," Trunks responded.
Gohan turned, moving to leave them to their job, but suddenly turned back with a sharp glare towards Trunks. "The infant… how old is she?" he questioned quietly.
Trunks raised a brow, glancing to Goten, before looking back to Gohan. "You mean, Bura?"
"Hai. Her age?"
"She should be about ten now," Trunks responded.
"Ten," Gohan mused with a faint smile and nod, allowing his head to fall backwards. "I think…" he trailed off with a quiet purr. Gohan suddenly grinned and looked towards them. "Don't focus on it too much. Videl is your priority and she will put up a struggle, but if you are able… get Bura too." With that, Gohan gave a nod and darted off through the skies, leaving a white streak across the blackness. Trunks' blue eyes widened as he looked towards his best friend. Goten grinned back, black hair exploding in gold as his aura became visible. "Come on, Trunks! This is going to be fun!"
~*~
Videl frowned, holding her head in her hands as she tried to ignore the constant shrieks of the ten-year-old. "But Kaasannnnnnn…."
"NO!" Bulma shrieked from her laboratory.
Videl chuckled softly, sitting up as the young Bura Briefs stepped through the doorway angrily. Her blue eyes brightened evidently as she saw Videl, her sensei and friend. "Thank Kami! I'm so glad you're here. Will you…?"
"No," Videl responded with a smile, folding her arms across her chest. Bura's lips dropped open in shocked annoyance, followed by a loud huff as her hands clasped around her hips. "But…"
"Look, Bura, I'd love to train you, and I disagree with Bulma. In the world… with the world like it is, I think you should be trained, but she says no. She doesn't want that kind of life for you."
It was the honest truth, too. Bulma and Videl had argued for endless nights and days about Bura's possible and likely future as a senshi when they had first met years ago. The argument had spanned out for hours, viewing each possibility through thousands of directions. Bulma wanted her daughter to grow up and be happy, while Videl remained viewed to the obvious truth - that eventually, if nothing changed, Bura would be the only one left. She wanted to train, and knew somewhere deep within her heart that the world needed her to train, but Bulma had the final say, and that say had been a big and firm negative.
They had met by the sea on a peaceful afternoon. It had been the day Kuririn had died. Videl still didn't know why Kuririn had been out there on the shore. She had been there with those who were still alive and loyal to the cause against Gohan, searching for those who the gods had allowed to live for one reason or another. Gohan and the Twins of Death, as they had been nicknamed by those within the cause, had appeared, and taken Kuririn's life. Bulma had tried to reach Gohan, and the fact that she had known who he was had caused Videl's curiosity to peak. She'd grabbed Bulma and pulled her to safety, and the two had exchanged their stories. She had still been pregnant with Bura then, and hadn't even really known it.
"I don't understand why!"
"Because Bulma loves you, Bura," Videl sighed, rising from the chair. Her hair was cropped shorter than normal, resting in short spikes above her head. It was safer that way. Despite all the pain and death Gohan had brought to her life, Videl couldn't deny one thing - he was a good sensei. Through everything, she was better, and stronger for it all. Videl saw the pained look in Bura's eyes, and she knew what was coming - the conversation that they had all been dreading for ten years.
"I'm all that's left, Videl," Bura said quietly. "I'm the only one on the side of good that has Saiyajin blood. No one can fight Gohan and his lackeys except me. If I'm not trained, then the blood of all those that they kill will be on the hands of Kaasan and you."
Videl sighed and turned towards the windows. The three of them didn't live within Satan City anymore. They had moved out into a small capsule-house on the edge of the sea. The mansion, along with the city, was nothing but ruins now except for the mansion that Gohan and they occupied - the house that belonged to Cell's murderer - Satan-san, Videl's long dead father. "It doesn't matter," she quietly responded, looking out in the darkness of night. There were no stars, no moon, nothing but endless blackness - symbolic of the loss of hope, Videl quietly assumed as she rested her elbows against the countertop. She couldn't bare look back into Bura's angry and fearful blue eyes. Bura knew that she was all they had. She knew that, one way or another, the weight of the world would one day rest on her shoulders, and despite all the fear that accompanied the knowledge, she wanted to be ready.
Briefly Videl wondered if that was what had led Gohan to the path of evil.
"At the moment, it's not the inevitable. It can be prevented…"
"How?" Bura exclaimed with rage, fists clenching at her sides. "Do you think you can defeat Gohan? Huh? If my father, Saiyajin no Ouji, and brother could not defeat him, then why do you think you have a chance? You can't even control your own ki!" Bura held up one hand, causing a pale white glow to appear. She had taught herself those little tricks, which to Videl was still what they were, though now she knew much better. Vejita had been a Super Saiyajin when she was conceived, and apparently that power was inheritable. Secretly, Bura had been training herself by watching Videl fight, but there was only so much a single person could learn alone. Bura had even once gone out to search for her father and brother in an attempt to find them and be trained, but her search had been unsuccessful.
"She's right," came a voice from the doorway in the direction of the laboratory. Videl and Bura turned with frightened eyes. Young Bura cried out for her mother as she saw Bulma tossed to the floor, limp, unconscious if not dead. The person who had spoken was Goten, brother of Gohan, one of the Twins of Death. Bulma slid to a halt against the far wall. Bura moved towards her mother's side, but was halted as chibi Trunks appeared in front of her, eyes running down her body with a faint smile on his face. "You turned out well, Imouto," he said with a chuckle before his hand snatched out, looping around her neck. Bura screamed out, swinging, but she was twirled so her back pressed against his chest, arms trapped beneath his. Videl remained still, her eyes watching Goten. "Get out of here. We've got nothing you want!"
"Ah, but you do, bishoojo," Goten responded with a chuckle, and then vanished in a pale blur. Videl fell defensive, hands at her side ready to strike or block, but a sharp pain appeared down her spine, and then darkness enclosed, accompanied by Bura's panicked scream.
~*~
TBC
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
9 Years Later - Where Our Story Begins:
Explosions echoed around the snarling fires that erupted through the desolate city. Dark laughter could he heard if one listened closely, tuning out the screams of humans as they were embraced in the large arms of the gods that watched in horror. It was almost beautiful, the gold and white lights contrasting the blackness of the night's sky. There were no stars. The stars were too afraid to shine and had retreated into space, glowing their beauty down upon other worlds. No one could see the blurs that were the two young boys, but they were there, floating above as they brutally exchanged fists, drawing blood from each other.
The scent of blood overwhelmed the burning ash and the heat of the flames. Metal melted beneath them as the fires engulfed skyscrapers. There was little wood in the city since it lacked in forests, but whatever there had been was now nothing but blackness coating the streets, much like the bodies of those who had already died. More would loose their lives, but the chibi boys were hardly thinking about the guilt that didn't exist inside them any longer.
Nearly nine years ago, chibi Trunks, at only the age of seven had seen a horrified look on his best friend's face. Goten, the age of six, had looked up to the lavender-haired demi-Saiyajin with panicked black eyes, screaming against what he was being forced to do.
'Trunks, we can't destroy a city!'
There had been horror in Trunks' voice as well, as he had looked down to Goten with frightened eyes, but there had been fear for his own life in those blue orbs.
'Well, you go up there and tell Gohan that!'
Nine quick years had passed since that day, and with those years bodies had fallen to the ground. The blood of those bodies had coated the hands of the demi-Saiyajin boys. Tears had fallen from their eyes as they had "been educated" in the ways of murder. With each falter, Gohan had punished them. Death was now something that came easily. The begging of humans no longer caused them to pause and consider mercy. The sobs of children no longer caused them to turn. There was no longer any guilt for murdering those they had known as friends.
Out in the world, those people were the enemies, and Goten and Trunks knew and were preparing for the day they would be forced to battle to the death. They weren't worried about the weaker ones: Bulma, chibi Bura - yes, they knew of Trunks' little sister, and were quite intrigued with the newest demi-Saiyajin - or the growing Marron. The fights they were anticipating were with Vejita and Mirai Trunks. Juuhachigou would only provide an annoyance, but needed to be considered. She could prove to be a bothersome distraction. Videl, the thought of her was amusing, but she was nothing more than something to keep Gohan entertained. During the nine years, only Tien, Yamcha, and Kuririn of Chikyuu's senshi had been eliminated.
They had been searching for the other of the Z senshi, but Trunks and Vejita were well hid. They might not even be on Chikyuu any longer. Gohan had 'checked' with Dende up on Kami's Lookout, killing the black-blob servant in the process, and had learned that they weren't making use of the Room of Space and Time. Bulma hadn't been killed just for the pure reason that Bura was still alive. Gohan didn't want to kill any of those with Saiyajin blood if he didn't need to, especially a female. Juuhachigou, like Vejita and Mirai Trunks, was in hiding.
Chibi Trunks came to a halt above the air, his senses searching out around him. Goten had vanished and was hiding his ki, very successfully. He'd become more skilled, Trunks mused with a faint smile as he honed out around the air. The overwhelming sights and smells took control once again. He could smell burning corpses beneath him. The city had suffered as a result of their spar, and the people along with it. Humans knew they weren't safe, and many had tried to flee… but where could they run?
"You should keep your guard up, boy," came a snarl behind chibi Trunks. He spun around with a gasp as he realized Gohan was behind him. A sharp jolt down his spine erupted, causing him to scream out in pain as he fell towards the cemented sidewalks, golden locks returning to lavender.
He landed with a sickening thud and remained still for a long moment as he regained his breath. With a moan he sat up, looking back up. Goten was hovering beside his elder brother, black eyes staring down at Trunks with a smirk across his face. Despite the fact that Goten moreover resembled his father, Kakarrotto, there was no denying the fact that he took after Gohan. There was nothing but skillful determination in those dark eyes, though there was no goal for that determination to be focused on. Goten, like Gohan, didn't have a purpose on Chikyuu, except death and violence.
Trunks warily rose to his feet and slowly moved upwards, allowing his head to drop as he finally reached the annoyed Gohan. The dark black eyes were watching him curiously, suspiciously. "Gomen," he muttered with a faint sigh as his eyes gazed downwards upon the city. "I didn't…"
"Shhhh…" hissed Gohan in a motherly manner. He floated forward and wrapped his arms around the teenager, hugging him closely, hands running through the thin long locks. "You're learning, young one," Gohan said patiently. It wasn't unusual for him to have these spells, as Piccolo called them. At one moment Gohan could be the most pleasant and patient man, and at the second he would go insane, screaming and ranting and killing. Long moments passed as Gohan just held him before he finally spoke. "Goten, I've changed my mind."
That, also, was not unusual. Gohan pulled back with a faint chuckle, running his hands through the long locks of hair that now reached mid-back. He crossed his ankles beneath him, a bored and yet entertained expression across his normally unreadable features. "I've been watching her for some time."
"Niisan," Goten muttered in annoyance, looking away. Trunks felt the same annoyance that Goten felt. "Her" - there was only one "Her" in Gohan's book - Videl.
"SILENCE!" Gohan screamed, causing both boys to jerk backwards with wide eyes. They tensed, hovering closer to each other, as if they believed they could defeat Gohan as long as they were together, though both knew it wasn't true. Despite all their efforts, neither teenager had been able to ascend while Gohan had easily maintained his level, if not unknowingly surpassed it. There passed a long moment of silence, with only the growls of the flames beneath them and the quiet whispers of the wind echoing out. The bored expression returned as Gohan shoved his fists in the pockets of the worn purple gi. "I know, you both are tired of my games, but the games are over. She's living with Bulma. I want you to go there, capture her, bring her to me."
Joy overwhelmed both teens. They smirked, glancing at each other. "Hai, Gohan," Trunks responded.
Gohan turned, moving to leave them to their job, but suddenly turned back with a sharp glare towards Trunks. "The infant… how old is she?" he questioned quietly.
Trunks raised a brow, glancing to Goten, before looking back to Gohan. "You mean, Bura?"
"Hai. Her age?"
"She should be about ten now," Trunks responded.
"Ten," Gohan mused with a faint smile and nod, allowing his head to fall backwards. "I think…" he trailed off with a quiet purr. Gohan suddenly grinned and looked towards them. "Don't focus on it too much. Videl is your priority and she will put up a struggle, but if you are able… get Bura too." With that, Gohan gave a nod and darted off through the skies, leaving a white streak across the blackness. Trunks' blue eyes widened as he looked towards his best friend. Goten grinned back, black hair exploding in gold as his aura became visible. "Come on, Trunks! This is going to be fun!"
~*~
Videl frowned, holding her head in her hands as she tried to ignore the constant shrieks of the ten-year-old. "But Kaasannnnnnn…."
"NO!" Bulma shrieked from her laboratory.
Videl chuckled softly, sitting up as the young Bura Briefs stepped through the doorway angrily. Her blue eyes brightened evidently as she saw Videl, her sensei and friend. "Thank Kami! I'm so glad you're here. Will you…?"
"No," Videl responded with a smile, folding her arms across her chest. Bura's lips dropped open in shocked annoyance, followed by a loud huff as her hands clasped around her hips. "But…"
"Look, Bura, I'd love to train you, and I disagree with Bulma. In the world… with the world like it is, I think you should be trained, but she says no. She doesn't want that kind of life for you."
It was the honest truth, too. Bulma and Videl had argued for endless nights and days about Bura's possible and likely future as a senshi when they had first met years ago. The argument had spanned out for hours, viewing each possibility through thousands of directions. Bulma wanted her daughter to grow up and be happy, while Videl remained viewed to the obvious truth - that eventually, if nothing changed, Bura would be the only one left. She wanted to train, and knew somewhere deep within her heart that the world needed her to train, but Bulma had the final say, and that say had been a big and firm negative.
They had met by the sea on a peaceful afternoon. It had been the day Kuririn had died. Videl still didn't know why Kuririn had been out there on the shore. She had been there with those who were still alive and loyal to the cause against Gohan, searching for those who the gods had allowed to live for one reason or another. Gohan and the Twins of Death, as they had been nicknamed by those within the cause, had appeared, and taken Kuririn's life. Bulma had tried to reach Gohan, and the fact that she had known who he was had caused Videl's curiosity to peak. She'd grabbed Bulma and pulled her to safety, and the two had exchanged their stories. She had still been pregnant with Bura then, and hadn't even really known it.
"I don't understand why!"
"Because Bulma loves you, Bura," Videl sighed, rising from the chair. Her hair was cropped shorter than normal, resting in short spikes above her head. It was safer that way. Despite all the pain and death Gohan had brought to her life, Videl couldn't deny one thing - he was a good sensei. Through everything, she was better, and stronger for it all. Videl saw the pained look in Bura's eyes, and she knew what was coming - the conversation that they had all been dreading for ten years.
"I'm all that's left, Videl," Bura said quietly. "I'm the only one on the side of good that has Saiyajin blood. No one can fight Gohan and his lackeys except me. If I'm not trained, then the blood of all those that they kill will be on the hands of Kaasan and you."
Videl sighed and turned towards the windows. The three of them didn't live within Satan City anymore. They had moved out into a small capsule-house on the edge of the sea. The mansion, along with the city, was nothing but ruins now except for the mansion that Gohan and they occupied - the house that belonged to Cell's murderer - Satan-san, Videl's long dead father. "It doesn't matter," she quietly responded, looking out in the darkness of night. There were no stars, no moon, nothing but endless blackness - symbolic of the loss of hope, Videl quietly assumed as she rested her elbows against the countertop. She couldn't bare look back into Bura's angry and fearful blue eyes. Bura knew that she was all they had. She knew that, one way or another, the weight of the world would one day rest on her shoulders, and despite all the fear that accompanied the knowledge, she wanted to be ready.
Briefly Videl wondered if that was what had led Gohan to the path of evil.
"At the moment, it's not the inevitable. It can be prevented…"
"How?" Bura exclaimed with rage, fists clenching at her sides. "Do you think you can defeat Gohan? Huh? If my father, Saiyajin no Ouji, and brother could not defeat him, then why do you think you have a chance? You can't even control your own ki!" Bura held up one hand, causing a pale white glow to appear. She had taught herself those little tricks, which to Videl was still what they were, though now she knew much better. Vejita had been a Super Saiyajin when she was conceived, and apparently that power was inheritable. Secretly, Bura had been training herself by watching Videl fight, but there was only so much a single person could learn alone. Bura had even once gone out to search for her father and brother in an attempt to find them and be trained, but her search had been unsuccessful.
"She's right," came a voice from the doorway in the direction of the laboratory. Videl and Bura turned with frightened eyes. Young Bura cried out for her mother as she saw Bulma tossed to the floor, limp, unconscious if not dead. The person who had spoken was Goten, brother of Gohan, one of the Twins of Death. Bulma slid to a halt against the far wall. Bura moved towards her mother's side, but was halted as chibi Trunks appeared in front of her, eyes running down her body with a faint smile on his face. "You turned out well, Imouto," he said with a chuckle before his hand snatched out, looping around her neck. Bura screamed out, swinging, but she was twirled so her back pressed against his chest, arms trapped beneath his. Videl remained still, her eyes watching Goten. "Get out of here. We've got nothing you want!"
"Ah, but you do, bishoojo," Goten responded with a chuckle, and then vanished in a pale blur. Videl fell defensive, hands at her side ready to strike or block, but a sharp pain appeared down her spine, and then darkness enclosed, accompanied by Bura's panicked scream.
~*~
TBC