Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Warui No Ou ❯ Tousan Is Home ( Chapter 10 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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





It was a mix of relief and confusion as Trunks gazed into the familiar face. It was a face that symbolized hope - as it had been throughout his entire life. During his childhood, Mirai Trunks had been told about the Saiyajin Kakarrotto. He'd grown up listening to those stories Gohan and Bulma had told him like a normal child would have listened to fantasy tales about knights in shimmering armor rescuing damsels in distress while fighting evil dragons and wizards.

"Gokou?"

It didn't seem real. Vejita was dead, and yet somehow, Kakarrotto was here. There shouldn't have been hope. Trunks had given up on all hope, and the idea that Gokou could return from death had never occurred in his mind…

Yet, here he was, hovering in front of him with a faint smile on his face. Nothing had changed since the day he'd died. He still wore the orange gi, black boots and wristbands. The wind played softly with his hair, causing the locks to twist faintly in the air.

"Ossu, Trunks," Gokou greeted with a faint nod of his head. Trunks smiled softly, shock filled within him, before laughter overtook. Gokou was alive.

Gokou was alive!

Trunks darted across the sky and wrapped his arms around Gokou's neck, feeling tears threatening to escape. They didn't, of course. Trunks hadn't shed a tear since the day Mirai no Gohan had died, but nevertheless the desire was there. Gokou laughed and spun around before pulling Trunks off. "I'm glad to see you're doing okay?"

Trunks paused as the faint halo above Gokou's head became visible. "Uh…"

Gokou's eyes followed Trunks' before a chuckle escaped the full-blooded Saiyajin's lips. "Yeah, I'm still dead."

Hopelessness returned…

"I was allowed to come here for a single day and see if I could stop Gohan…"

"Stop Gohan?" Trunks interrupted, hovering backwards. Suddenly, the feeling of joy was no longer burning inside. Gokou paused, scratching his head, as he looked at Mirai Trunks. "Of course. I can't just let Gohan do this…"

"You said stop Gohan," Trunks whispered again, blank eyes watching Gokou with what could only be defined as anger, denial and confusion.

"Yeah, of course…"

"I should have known," Trunks muttered and descended from the sky. He landed on the grass and watched in silence as Gokou landed across from him. Gokou stared in confusion. "I don't understand. What's wrong?"

"You're just going to what, Gokou?" Trunks demanded, feeling rage slowly filling him. Yes, he'd been told that Gokou hadn't been the most intelligent human in existence during his years on Chikyuu, but the man had been a genius in battle. Now, here the legendary savior of Chikyuu stood, about to face the most difficult battle he would ever be forced into, and he thought he could win it with walks down memory lane and a little lesson in 'Don't do this because it's wrong'.

"You think you can just walk up to Gohan and make him realize that what he's doing is wrong?" Trunks continued, nearly trembling with his hatred. Life was so fucked up at this moment. His mentor was his worst enemy. Everyone he knew and cared for was dead…

Again.

It was like fighting the cyborgs all over again.

"Trunks, calm down. We can do this. We can…"

"Can what!" Trunks screamed, but he didn't want a response. He knew the answers that awaited him. "You're going to get us all killed, Kakarrotto!

"You're going to piss off Gohan until he kills everyone on this planet until there is no one left but you and him, and then he'll kill himself because he isn't going to be able to defeat you and the only Kami damned reason that he can't defeat you is because you're already dead!"

Trunks paused, breathing heavily as his heard thudded within his chest. In silence Gokou stared at him, a pained expression across the innocence. "You called me Kakarrotto."

There was no need to respond. Trunks turned, looking in the direction where he felt Gohan's burning ki. 'I suppose all Son males have it buried inside them.'

Apparently, all but the one who should.

~*~

Warm food rested at the end of her bed. Videl sat on the soft sheets, arms rapped around her legs as she sat in silence at the head, staring at the plate. Barely cooked meat and bread rested on that plate, pieces piled upon peaces - enough to feed at least three humans. She'd eaten a small portion, but her jaw was aching from the torture she'd endured, as well as her stomach. Scars rested across the bare flesh, reminding her constantly of the suffering with each small shift.

He'd apologized…

It seemed like a small miracle. Videl had heard the tiny whisper from Gohan's lips as he'd muttered the regret of murdering Bura's father to the young child.

Was there hope?

She would have never imagined that Gohan would ever proclaim his guilt to anyone, much less someone like Bura, but was that not the power of children? Perhaps, just perhaps there was some humanity buried deep within Gohan. Was it possible that he could be shown the way of light?

No…

Videl sighed and buried her head between her folded arms atop her knees, closing her eyes as exhaustion overwhelmed her. So tired…. Had she slept any within the last two days? The warmth of the food was the only real source of heat in the room. She yawned softly. The room was fairly decent, and at least bearable. There were no windows, no source of light at all. The bed was large enough for two people, and very inviting. There was a blanket resting next to the doorway. Videl had been given a new outfit, consisting of loose thin brown pants and a tiny black shirt that left her midriff somewhat visible. Along with the clothing, she'd been given a pair of scissors and a small wash bin to cut her hair and wash away the dried blood and sweat. She'd already done both, and she was shivering. The water had been very cold.

Nevertheless, the echo of the apology would not leave her mind. She was remembering everything from the first time she'd met Gohan at Orange Star High. She remembered the man that Gohan had been speaking with in the hallway when the administrator of the school first introduced them. That man had been Vejita. Gohan had been late for class because he'd been speaking with Vejita. Videl had never before attended a public school before, and she had been very nervous, but Gohan had smiled and laughed, assuring that he would help Videl adjust. The nervousness had left her when she'd seen that smiled. She had thought he was cute…

How long had that lasted, though? A few hours at most before the rumors started whispering in Videl's ears. Then that day at lunch had come, and Gohan's staring had sent a chill down her spine. He'd shoved Sharpner to the floor without a second thought and those black eyes had locked into hers. She'd thought he was mad! He was mad! If only she hadn't been so stupid…

Then she learned he was a martial artist, and she forced herself to believe the best in him…

Load of shit…

Videl sat up and grabbed the plate, placing it on the floor for the rats to dine. She turned and lay down across the bed, stretching and wrapping the covers around her shivering form. Briefly she wondered how late it was. Mid-afternoon… perhaps night was slowly beginning to approach.

Sleep… the thought was like a blessing, and as soon as it echoed in her mind she was consumed by the safe grasp of the slumber gods.

~*~

The sun exploded.

Gohan turned outside of the castle, eyes watching the sky with complete an utter terror - the kind of terror a mother feels when they know their child is dead, the terror of a lover witnessing the death of their mate, the kind of terror a boy feels standing before a monster that has haunted his dreams for years.

With a faint cry he shot into the air as a golden aura again encircled his body. Even with the added light, the darkness could not be conquered. He shot upwards until the air thinned and it hurt to breathe. Only then did he pause, eyes searching through the darkness as he gasped for breath… searching for the light… the sun… something and anything bright.

'WEAKLING!'

It was a boy's dream, something that only insanity could provoke within the desolate mind of Gohan. He spun around in the air, not realizing that the sun just floated above his head and he was engulfed by the late afternoon light as well as his own powerful ki. The whispered words within his head caused him to tremble. Beasts and demons that had no names and no forms surrounded Gohan. Some of them were familiar, creatures that he had battled and conquered in his youth, but most were unknown… stalking him… whispering words that condemned him to the darkest pits of Hell.

'Tamed by a child! What kind of senshi are you?'

Gohan spun around frantically, searching for the voice. Sweat dripped from his brow, moistening his face, matting his hair to his brow. He was shaking violently, hands curled into fists at his side. Everything with him was trembling. Battle lust was calling. He darted back as, within his mind, a silhouette formed feet before him. Blasts erupted in each of his hands, melding into one as they connected and shot forward. The target faded before the blast connected.

'Worthless and weak - like your father.'

"NO!" Gohan screamed at the top of his lungs as lightening consumed his form. The waves of energy began merging with the elements around him, causing the sky above to darken. Disgust and loathing filled his thoughts. He was NOT like his father! He would never become a man like his father! His eyes faded as heavenly shades of white and gold engulfed his body. Observers below or around would have been blinded as his body faded within.

Despite the light of his ki, Gohan was still consumed in eternal darkness.

'He's coming for you, you know,' whispered a voice in his ear. Gohan cried out as he turned. Tears were slowly filling his eyes. Everything inside was aching terribly. His eyes searched, sanity begging for a form, but none revealed. "Who?" Gohan demanded, his voice betraying the calmness he desired. No answer was received. Gohan's hands drew back as he began forming a blast between the palms. "I'll kill you!"

'You'll have to kill yourself.'

Gohan turned again. He felt the burning ki form miles away, and a sullen hopelessness slowly consumed him, before a zealous rage overwhelmed him. The burning ki faded back within his soul as his eyes focused out in the darkness. There was no need to see what lay around him…

"Tousan is home."

~*~






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