Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Warui No Ou ❯ Bura: Gohan's Slave ( Chapter 6 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Jady 
The death of Vejita?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Suspense | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 03.14.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 503 | Status: Completed
The death of Vejita?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Suspense | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 03.14.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 503 | 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
Outside Bura's bedchamber, in which she was caged in, Gohan was forced to pause. His eyes were drawn to the nearest window, which rested at the end of that long dark corridor. A smirk graced his lips and quickly he abandoned the doorway and rushed to the window, smashing out the glass. He leaned out, ignoring the fact that by gripping the edge he was slicing up his palms. Excitement and joy filled him as he saw the small dot growing larger - Vejita!
He knew everyone would be soon to follow, but Gohan wanted to be the first to greet the Saiyajin no Ouji. With a cry of joy he launched himself out of the window as if he was playing leapfrog and took to the air, halting above his stolen home. He seemed to vibrate with excitement. Already his aura was glowing brightly, on the verge of transforming without even thinking about you.
"You'll scare him away," came a voice behind him. Never faltering with the smile he turned to see Frieza floating in the air with a somber look. It was then his smile faded. "What's wrong, Frieza?" he questioned with worry, floating over to the figure.
"Ah, nothing, my precious pet," Frieza responded with a forced smile. "I just… I held such hopes for Vejita."
"I'm sorry that Tousan took him away from you," Gohan responded in truth, licking his dry lips. His eyes turned towards the air where the Saiyajin no Ouji was quickly approaching. "I'm… uh…"
"Going to kill him, I know. It's perfectly all right. I would have had to kill him myself eventually if you're callous father hadn't stripped me of my life."
"I know. Gomen nasai."
"Don't fret about it, Gohan. You've made me prouder than I ever could have been with Vejita." Frieza chuckled and faded into the blue sky just as Vejita halted in the air, golden locks ablaze. Gohan's joy increased, seeing the Saiyajin ready for battle. He transformed, aura pulsing around the curves of his body. He hopped in the air like a hyper sugar-rushed child would do. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," he chanted, feeling like he would explode with the excitement. It had been eternity since he'd had a challenge in battle, and though he anticipated that Vejita would be little of a challenge, it promised great fun. Vejita wasn't weak, and had certainly been training for the time he and Mirai Trunks had been in hiding…
Mirai no Trunks!
"Where's Trunks?" Gohan demanded, finally stilling. Vejita glared at him, his power still increasing. "Fuck him! Fight me!"
"Already have; plan to!" Gohan responded sinisterly as he lunged for Vejita.
~*~
Trunks was frozen stiff when Piccolo rushed into the hallway, his senses flaring. The Namekian paused as he saw the young lavender-haired demi-Saiyajin standing in the center of the training halls, blue eyes wide. Piccolo paused, eyes wondering over the still body that, to this day, still resembled Vejita's. "Gohan will be expecting you out there," he growled out. Trunks' fearful eyes snapped to Piccolo, but a resolution passed across his face. "I know," he whispered, head dropping.
"Any plans to attend this party?" Piccolo growled, folding his arms.
"He can never forgive me."
A faint smirk passed across Piccolo's lips. "You allied with the son of his eternal rival. You believed until now that, perhaps, Vejita might be merciful on you? He'll come after you if he defeat's Gohan."
"If? You're such a hypocrite."
"I have a right to be." Piccolo glanced towards the hallway that led to the progressing battle. "Trunks, you're going to have to make a choice, and make it now. You want to risk death at the hands of Gohan, or you want to die at the hands of your father? I don't care, but think carefully." He moved towards the exit, but paused and glanced over his shoulder. "Consider Goten, too," he muttered quietly before leaving the lavender-haired chibi to his thoughts.
Trunks remained there, in the hallway, for a long moment, until the name repeated on his lips. "Goten…"
~*~
Explosions erupted in the air as lightening crackled in the sky. Piccolo halted on the street, gazing up into night sky. Vejita and Gohan fought madly above, blood pooling from their wounds. Gohan's face seemed to radiate with joy. His lips were pulled back in an eager expression of happiness and amusement. Apparently, he was pleased with Vejita's training, but the Saiyajin no Ouji had yet to compare. Throughout the ten-some years that had passed, Gohan had not halted in his own training. He was far more powerful than he had been during the Cell Games.
Gohan glanced down when he saw Piccolo move through the door. "Where are my twins?" he demanded. The small distraction didn't go unused by Vejita. The raging Saiyajin no Ouji attacked, sending Gohan crashing into a nearby building. More explosions erupted as fire consumed. Gohan darted out of the wreckage, laughing hysterically. Vejita grunted as he halted in the air, spinning to face the lunatic.
"Did I forget, Vejita? Frieza says he misses you!" Gohan tossed his head back, clutching his stomach. Vejita growled out, his ki exploding around him, engulfing his body in a sadistic angelic aura. Gohan's laughter didn't pause as the threat. "All those nights - curled together in each other's arms! Don't you miss it Vejita?"
The Saiyajin no Ouji screamed and attacked, catching Gohan off guard. The young demi-Saiyajin crashed through a multitude of buildings, vanishing from Piccolo's sights. He turned just as Goten and Trunks stepped behind him. "Where is niisan?" Goten demanded with a worried cry. Another explosion followed, answering his question. He turned to Trunks with worried black eyes. "C'mon, Trunks! We have to help Gohan!"
Trunks and Piccolo exchanged a glance. Trunks' eyes were filled with nervousness, Piccolo's with indifference. Chibi Trunks had never been forced to face his father one-on-one in battle, and now his loyalty to Gohan was about to be tested. If he allied with Gohan, his father would never forgive him, and if Vejita succeeded, Trunks didn't doubt his life would end with Gohan's. If he allied with Vejita… and Gohan won… death was assured, but also he would loose Goten - his best friend, his proclaimed future mate.
In silence, Trunks followed Goten, darting through the skies. Piccolo hovered up into the air, watching from above. He had promised Gohan years ago that he would always be there, and he had no plans to break that promise. He could not defeat Vejita, but if something went array he could protect Gohan, just as he had done all of the boy's life.
~*~
Bura's eyes jerked open as she heard the explosion from the window. She sat up from beneath the covers, clutching the sheets to her chest. It was so cold in the room, and her clothing had all but been destroyed from Trunks'… games. Dragging the sheets with her, she rushed over to the window, having completely forgotten about it due to… what had happened. With hope burning again in her heart, she threw back the drapes, only to see bars over the window. Another explosion sounded, followed by screams and crashing metal. She leaned forward and grabbed onto those large black metal bars, gazing through the window as her untrained eyes searched the wasteland.
"TOUSAN!" she shrieked with all her might as she caught sight of the blurred black and blue figure she recognized from photographs and descriptions given to her by Bulma. Yes, there was no doubt that the battling figure was not Vejita - the upswept hair, muscular and compact body…
The figure paused in the air, black eyes darting to the window. Bura's heart leapt. She shook the bars, trying with all her might to break them, but the metal was a special alloy, not easy to dent, much less break. She cried out for Vejita again. Her father could save her! He'd come to save her! He knew what had happened, and he was going to save her and punish them all!
Unfortunately, the distraction did not go unpunished by Gohan. He attacked the very second Vejita paused, sending the Saiyajin no Ouji flying through the sky - straight into the arms of Piccolo, where a ki blast was awaiting him. The blast struck his father in the spine. Vejita screamed out in pain and fell from the sky.
Bura's eyes followed her nearly lifeless father, and caught sight of the Twins of Death standing together, gazing at the fallen Saiyajin. Goten's hands rose above his head as Vejita approached, but surprisingly, Trunks didn't mimic the movements. The dark blast connected with Vejita, driving him into the dark depths of unconsciousness.
Gohan came to a halt before Vejita, kneeling down beside the fallen prince. "Good job, Goten," he chuckled as he pressed his hand against the scarred chest. Slowly, his black eyes rose up and caught Bura's. An irrational grin grew across his features as his hand erupted in golden energy, engulfing her father's body.
~*~
"You seem to be a little upset with me, chibi Bura," came a faint peaceful voice behind the young blue-haired demi-Saiyajin. She didn't bother to move from where she knelt before the window, knees curled to her chest, head buried in her folded arms. The voice belonged to Gohan. "I don't know what keeps me on this path. Sure, it's exciting, but only so much fun can be had killing the innocent. I think… yeah, I think it's the fear. The fear drives me forward. Fear's a beautiful thing."
"I'm not afraid of you."
Gohan chuckled maliciously. "I know." His response caused Bura to turn slightly, glancing to the murderer. He was grinning at her. Slowly he approached, grabbing the bed sheet off the bed as he passed by it. Gohan knelt down behind her, wrapping the blanket around her unclothed body. "You're different, though - like your father, driven by pride and anger. That's even more beautiful than fear."
"I'll kill you when I get a chance."
"I know," he repeated with a chuckle, rising to his feet. "Make yourself at home, young Bura. You'll be living here for the rest of your… or… well, one of our lives."
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
Outside Bura's bedchamber, in which she was caged in, Gohan was forced to pause. His eyes were drawn to the nearest window, which rested at the end of that long dark corridor. A smirk graced his lips and quickly he abandoned the doorway and rushed to the window, smashing out the glass. He leaned out, ignoring the fact that by gripping the edge he was slicing up his palms. Excitement and joy filled him as he saw the small dot growing larger - Vejita!
He knew everyone would be soon to follow, but Gohan wanted to be the first to greet the Saiyajin no Ouji. With a cry of joy he launched himself out of the window as if he was playing leapfrog and took to the air, halting above his stolen home. He seemed to vibrate with excitement. Already his aura was glowing brightly, on the verge of transforming without even thinking about you.
"You'll scare him away," came a voice behind him. Never faltering with the smile he turned to see Frieza floating in the air with a somber look. It was then his smile faded. "What's wrong, Frieza?" he questioned with worry, floating over to the figure.
"Ah, nothing, my precious pet," Frieza responded with a forced smile. "I just… I held such hopes for Vejita."
"I'm sorry that Tousan took him away from you," Gohan responded in truth, licking his dry lips. His eyes turned towards the air where the Saiyajin no Ouji was quickly approaching. "I'm… uh…"
"Going to kill him, I know. It's perfectly all right. I would have had to kill him myself eventually if you're callous father hadn't stripped me of my life."
"I know. Gomen nasai."
"Don't fret about it, Gohan. You've made me prouder than I ever could have been with Vejita." Frieza chuckled and faded into the blue sky just as Vejita halted in the air, golden locks ablaze. Gohan's joy increased, seeing the Saiyajin ready for battle. He transformed, aura pulsing around the curves of his body. He hopped in the air like a hyper sugar-rushed child would do. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," he chanted, feeling like he would explode with the excitement. It had been eternity since he'd had a challenge in battle, and though he anticipated that Vejita would be little of a challenge, it promised great fun. Vejita wasn't weak, and had certainly been training for the time he and Mirai Trunks had been in hiding…
Mirai no Trunks!
"Where's Trunks?" Gohan demanded, finally stilling. Vejita glared at him, his power still increasing. "Fuck him! Fight me!"
"Already have; plan to!" Gohan responded sinisterly as he lunged for Vejita.
~*~
Trunks was frozen stiff when Piccolo rushed into the hallway, his senses flaring. The Namekian paused as he saw the young lavender-haired demi-Saiyajin standing in the center of the training halls, blue eyes wide. Piccolo paused, eyes wondering over the still body that, to this day, still resembled Vejita's. "Gohan will be expecting you out there," he growled out. Trunks' fearful eyes snapped to Piccolo, but a resolution passed across his face. "I know," he whispered, head dropping.
"Any plans to attend this party?" Piccolo growled, folding his arms.
"He can never forgive me."
A faint smirk passed across Piccolo's lips. "You allied with the son of his eternal rival. You believed until now that, perhaps, Vejita might be merciful on you? He'll come after you if he defeat's Gohan."
"If? You're such a hypocrite."
"I have a right to be." Piccolo glanced towards the hallway that led to the progressing battle. "Trunks, you're going to have to make a choice, and make it now. You want to risk death at the hands of Gohan, or you want to die at the hands of your father? I don't care, but think carefully." He moved towards the exit, but paused and glanced over his shoulder. "Consider Goten, too," he muttered quietly before leaving the lavender-haired chibi to his thoughts.
Trunks remained there, in the hallway, for a long moment, until the name repeated on his lips. "Goten…"
~*~
Explosions erupted in the air as lightening crackled in the sky. Piccolo halted on the street, gazing up into night sky. Vejita and Gohan fought madly above, blood pooling from their wounds. Gohan's face seemed to radiate with joy. His lips were pulled back in an eager expression of happiness and amusement. Apparently, he was pleased with Vejita's training, but the Saiyajin no Ouji had yet to compare. Throughout the ten-some years that had passed, Gohan had not halted in his own training. He was far more powerful than he had been during the Cell Games.
Gohan glanced down when he saw Piccolo move through the door. "Where are my twins?" he demanded. The small distraction didn't go unused by Vejita. The raging Saiyajin no Ouji attacked, sending Gohan crashing into a nearby building. More explosions erupted as fire consumed. Gohan darted out of the wreckage, laughing hysterically. Vejita grunted as he halted in the air, spinning to face the lunatic.
"Did I forget, Vejita? Frieza says he misses you!" Gohan tossed his head back, clutching his stomach. Vejita growled out, his ki exploding around him, engulfing his body in a sadistic angelic aura. Gohan's laughter didn't pause as the threat. "All those nights - curled together in each other's arms! Don't you miss it Vejita?"
The Saiyajin no Ouji screamed and attacked, catching Gohan off guard. The young demi-Saiyajin crashed through a multitude of buildings, vanishing from Piccolo's sights. He turned just as Goten and Trunks stepped behind him. "Where is niisan?" Goten demanded with a worried cry. Another explosion followed, answering his question. He turned to Trunks with worried black eyes. "C'mon, Trunks! We have to help Gohan!"
Trunks and Piccolo exchanged a glance. Trunks' eyes were filled with nervousness, Piccolo's with indifference. Chibi Trunks had never been forced to face his father one-on-one in battle, and now his loyalty to Gohan was about to be tested. If he allied with Gohan, his father would never forgive him, and if Vejita succeeded, Trunks didn't doubt his life would end with Gohan's. If he allied with Vejita… and Gohan won… death was assured, but also he would loose Goten - his best friend, his proclaimed future mate.
In silence, Trunks followed Goten, darting through the skies. Piccolo hovered up into the air, watching from above. He had promised Gohan years ago that he would always be there, and he had no plans to break that promise. He could not defeat Vejita, but if something went array he could protect Gohan, just as he had done all of the boy's life.
~*~
Bura's eyes jerked open as she heard the explosion from the window. She sat up from beneath the covers, clutching the sheets to her chest. It was so cold in the room, and her clothing had all but been destroyed from Trunks'… games. Dragging the sheets with her, she rushed over to the window, having completely forgotten about it due to… what had happened. With hope burning again in her heart, she threw back the drapes, only to see bars over the window. Another explosion sounded, followed by screams and crashing metal. She leaned forward and grabbed onto those large black metal bars, gazing through the window as her untrained eyes searched the wasteland.
"TOUSAN!" she shrieked with all her might as she caught sight of the blurred black and blue figure she recognized from photographs and descriptions given to her by Bulma. Yes, there was no doubt that the battling figure was not Vejita - the upswept hair, muscular and compact body…
The figure paused in the air, black eyes darting to the window. Bura's heart leapt. She shook the bars, trying with all her might to break them, but the metal was a special alloy, not easy to dent, much less break. She cried out for Vejita again. Her father could save her! He'd come to save her! He knew what had happened, and he was going to save her and punish them all!
Unfortunately, the distraction did not go unpunished by Gohan. He attacked the very second Vejita paused, sending the Saiyajin no Ouji flying through the sky - straight into the arms of Piccolo, where a ki blast was awaiting him. The blast struck his father in the spine. Vejita screamed out in pain and fell from the sky.
Bura's eyes followed her nearly lifeless father, and caught sight of the Twins of Death standing together, gazing at the fallen Saiyajin. Goten's hands rose above his head as Vejita approached, but surprisingly, Trunks didn't mimic the movements. The dark blast connected with Vejita, driving him into the dark depths of unconsciousness.
Gohan came to a halt before Vejita, kneeling down beside the fallen prince. "Good job, Goten," he chuckled as he pressed his hand against the scarred chest. Slowly, his black eyes rose up and caught Bura's. An irrational grin grew across his features as his hand erupted in golden energy, engulfing her father's body.
~*~
"You seem to be a little upset with me, chibi Bura," came a faint peaceful voice behind the young blue-haired demi-Saiyajin. She didn't bother to move from where she knelt before the window, knees curled to her chest, head buried in her folded arms. The voice belonged to Gohan. "I don't know what keeps me on this path. Sure, it's exciting, but only so much fun can be had killing the innocent. I think… yeah, I think it's the fear. The fear drives me forward. Fear's a beautiful thing."
"I'm not afraid of you."
Gohan chuckled maliciously. "I know." His response caused Bura to turn slightly, glancing to the murderer. He was grinning at her. Slowly he approached, grabbing the bed sheet off the bed as he passed by it. Gohan knelt down behind her, wrapping the blanket around her unclothed body. "You're different, though - like your father, driven by pride and anger. That's even more beautiful than fear."
"I'll kill you when I get a chance."
"I know," he repeated with a chuckle, rising to his feet. "Make yourself at home, young Bura. You'll be living here for the rest of your… or… well, one of our lives."
TBC