Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Warui No Ou ❯ Escape ( Chapter 11 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Jady 
Can Videl and Bura make it out alive?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Suspense | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 03.14.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 217 | Status: Completed
Can Videl and Bura make it out alive?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Suspense | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 03.14.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 217 | 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
Trunks managed to dodge the fatal ki blast by darting across the table. The blast struck the wall, creating a large hole within the bricks. The fight had been going on for nearly ten minutes now. Goten stood near the door, sweat coating his brow. He was completely out of control… and created a frightening image of his elder brother. "I did it for you!" he cried out before another blast was sent towards him. Goten laughed aloud as Trunks narrowly escaped the second strike of ki. "I bet you did!" he cried out, the dark tones again mimicking Gohan. Goten had learned a lot in the last ten years. "I bet she was good, too! Untouched! Was she tight, Trunks?" his voice was full of loathing, dripping sweetly with sarcasm. Trunks could see the pure hatred burning within those black orbs. He swallowed stiffly and slowly descended, landing softly on the floor. "You love her," he whispered.
"She's my mate, damn it!" Goten screamed and attacked again. His black locks exploded in angelic shades of gold. Trunks darted away, blocking the flurry of fists. He'd never expected Goten to have such strong feelings. Trunks knew next to nothing about the way Saiyajin mate. Gohan had begun his takeover when Trunks had just been a child. Vejita had never had 'the talk' with him. Goten, however, seemed to know a great deal more about it all, and the seriousness of his emotions toward Trunks' younger sister were strong and untamable. Incomprehensible rage filled Son Goten at this moment, and the only cure seemed to be a bath in Trunks' warm blood.
With a angry cry, Trunks struck down Goten. He landed on the tiled floors with a sickening thud, skidding to a halt near the dining table. He landed next to Goten before the young demi-Saiyajin had a chance to move and grabbed his friend's neck. "I'm sorry," he whispered pathetically, hating the way the words sounded on his tongue. It had been so long since he'd had to utter those filthy words. "Goten, I did do it for you. I thought it was just lust at achieving something you hadn't had yet. I knew Gohan would hate you and would want your blood. I was protecting you. I didn't know you loved her."
Goten shoved Trunks back and scrambled to his feet, golden hair fading back to black. He glared in rage at Trunks. "You knew, damn it! You know I love her! You always have! Who was the guy who looked out for me when I ran off to be with her? Huh, Trunks?"
Trunks bowed his head and glared at the floor. "I didn't think…"
"What? Kami, damn it, Trunks! Why did you think I went to see her every chance I got? Why did you think I protected her from Gohan?"
"Because I didn't want to, damn it!" Trunks screamed with all his might, causing Goten to become deathly silent. Trunks turned his back to his old childhood friend, folding his arms across his chest as he hung his head with a heavy sigh. "Gomen," he muttered absently as his heart screamed in rage. Goten, however, was not so merciful. He stepped in front of Trunks and grabbed his friend's arm, only to have it ripped from his grasp. "No, tell me. Why? Why didn't you want to believe me?"
Trunks chuckled carelessly. "I just… Gohan always talked about us being together. I know we all ignore his ravings but… I just…" he trailed off, unable to continue.
"You…" Goten whispered, his brow narrowing. "Trunks, do you…?"
"Yeah, I do," he responded to the understood question, nodding his head. His eyes drew to the stairway across the room and he sighed softly. "I need to go talk to Bura…" he muttered before turning, walking away.
Goten remained in the center of the room, watching the retreating form.
~*~
From far away, they might have just been passed off as shadows. Two small figures stood amid a forest, surrounded by soft foliage. The sun played across their oddly colored skin, creating darker patches of green. The shorter figure regarded the second with distrust and confusion, but remained despite those facts. "Aren't you worried your master will learn of this betrayal, Piccolo?"
Staring at the young guardian of Chikyuu, Piccolo was forced to ignore the heavy sarcasm and disgust that echoed in the voice. He didn't blame Dende for despising him. In all truth, Piccolo despised himself. "I came here to offer my help, Dende. I know you can use me. I know that you need me. You can't defeat Gohan alone."
"Look at you, you traitor," Dende hissed with disgust, feeling rage growing inside him. Years ago, he wouldn't have dared to speak in such an evil manner, but hard times change everyone, and the brutal deaths of all those he cared for, including Popo, was still fresh in his mind. "You disgust me, Piccolo. You could have stopped all of this! You could have saved everyone! You could have…"
"Have what?" Piccolo roared in fury. "Killed Gohan?" He caught the shocked gaze of Dende and he smirked, folding his arms across his chest as he tilted his head. "Do you think I could have honestly ever killed Gohan? That was the only way to stop him. He would have killed me if I tried. No, I couldn't have done it. I still can't do it, and if you try, I don't know if I'll be able to let you, but I want all this to stop. Gokou's here, and he'll need help."
"Gokou's here?" Dende questioned with shock, eyes darting around the woods as his senses expanded, and indeed he located the faint suppressed ki of Son Gokou. "How…"
"I don't know. I don't care. Facts come down to the grit now. Gokou is here, and he won't leave until Gohan is either dead or normal again. We both know what Kakarrotto can and will do in situations like this."
Dende's wide eyes gazed up to Piccolo. "Do you think…"
"Yeah, I do," he muttered in response, turning his back to the young guardian. "If there is something I can do to help change Gohan back, I'll do it, but don't think for a moment that I will just stand aside as you all kill him." He paused, head turning slightly to the side to regard Dende. "There is something you should probably know."
"What is it?" Dende responded indifferently.
"Gohan's insanity gives him visions. I don't know what they are, but they are powerful. Ten years ago, he had a vision of a child… that he said was his daughter." For a long moment he remained silent before turning and looking up to the sky. Piccolo rose into the air, becoming just another shadow among the clouds.
~*~
Daughter hovering at her side, Juuhachigou came to a halt above the treetops as she saw the standing figures. Marron's hand tightened around her mother's fingers as she looked down upon the silent men below. "Kaasan, is that Gohan?" she whispered, her voice trembling with fear.
"No… that's Gokou…" she responded with shock.
"Gokou? Gohan's dead…"
"Yeah, come on," Juuhachigou whispered, falling from the sky. Marron followed her mother quickly, and the two landed on the small clearing. Gokou and Mirai no Trunks turned to them, somewhat surprised with their arrival. They ignored the shocked looks as Juuhachigou looked to the full-blooded Saiyajin. "You're dead."
Gokou chuckled, motioning to the halo. "Yep!"
Juuhachigou frowned, folding her arms. "What are you doing here?"
A sad expression descended across Gokou's face. His eyes drew to Marron as he struggled to avoid the question that inevitably needed to be answered. "Who's this? Hi there."
Marron edged to her mother's side, wrapping her arms around the wrist. Gokou understood her nervousness. In the world that existed today, few people could be trusted. "It's okay," Juuhachigou whispered, wrapping her arm around the small shoulders as she knelt down. "This is Marron, my daughter."
Gokou's eyes widened. "You had a daughter?"
Juuhachigou nodded. "Kuririn and I - Gohan killed him though," she hissed with rage, eyes turning to Trunks. "We spoke to Dende, and we want to attack now - all of us. If Bura is still alive, we can save her, and perhaps Goten and chibi Trunks…"
"Bura?" Gokou raised a curious brow.
"My little sister, they had another child," Mirai Trunks responded with a frown as his eyes turned to Gokou. "You have to figure out what you're going to do, Gokou. With the three of us at your side, we can surely defeat Gohan, but only if we know what we're going to do. You have to answer a question, Gokou."
"What question?"
"Can you kill Gohan?"
~*~
"She's asleep."
Bura turned from the doorway, wide eyes spotting her elder brother standing at the end of the hallway. He stood there like a ghost, dead eyes watching her curiously. "What?" she demanded, her voice shaking with fear. Her arms circled around her waist as she stumbled backwards, apprehensive eyes watching him with distrust.
"Videl, she's asleep," he responded, motioning towards the door Bura had been standing at. She had been permitted to roam around the castle grounds freely, and had found the door she currently stood before. Her faint ki senses had told her that Videl was in there, but she had suck little experience with them she wasn't too sure. Plus, the door had been bolted shut, and she didn't have the ki, and just breaking it open would have no doubt gotten her punished in some manner.
Bura's eyes turned back to that door before looking to him. "What do you want? Leave me alone."
Trunks sighed somberly and reached into his pocket, pulling loose a small silver ki. He bent down and placed it on the hard wooden floors. "Just wanted to apologize," he muttered softly before turning and walking away. Bura listened in silence as his footsteps vanished down the corridors before she darted forward and grabbed the key.
~*~
Videl jerked awake as she heard the rustling noise. Her eyes turned as the door swung open and fear overwhelmed. Gohan was back already? She scrambled up from the bed, falling into a defensive position, but to her great relief only young Bura stood in the doorframe. "Videl! Come on! We have to get out of here!"
~*~
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
Trunks managed to dodge the fatal ki blast by darting across the table. The blast struck the wall, creating a large hole within the bricks. The fight had been going on for nearly ten minutes now. Goten stood near the door, sweat coating his brow. He was completely out of control… and created a frightening image of his elder brother. "I did it for you!" he cried out before another blast was sent towards him. Goten laughed aloud as Trunks narrowly escaped the second strike of ki. "I bet you did!" he cried out, the dark tones again mimicking Gohan. Goten had learned a lot in the last ten years. "I bet she was good, too! Untouched! Was she tight, Trunks?" his voice was full of loathing, dripping sweetly with sarcasm. Trunks could see the pure hatred burning within those black orbs. He swallowed stiffly and slowly descended, landing softly on the floor. "You love her," he whispered.
"She's my mate, damn it!" Goten screamed and attacked again. His black locks exploded in angelic shades of gold. Trunks darted away, blocking the flurry of fists. He'd never expected Goten to have such strong feelings. Trunks knew next to nothing about the way Saiyajin mate. Gohan had begun his takeover when Trunks had just been a child. Vejita had never had 'the talk' with him. Goten, however, seemed to know a great deal more about it all, and the seriousness of his emotions toward Trunks' younger sister were strong and untamable. Incomprehensible rage filled Son Goten at this moment, and the only cure seemed to be a bath in Trunks' warm blood.
With a angry cry, Trunks struck down Goten. He landed on the tiled floors with a sickening thud, skidding to a halt near the dining table. He landed next to Goten before the young demi-Saiyajin had a chance to move and grabbed his friend's neck. "I'm sorry," he whispered pathetically, hating the way the words sounded on his tongue. It had been so long since he'd had to utter those filthy words. "Goten, I did do it for you. I thought it was just lust at achieving something you hadn't had yet. I knew Gohan would hate you and would want your blood. I was protecting you. I didn't know you loved her."
Goten shoved Trunks back and scrambled to his feet, golden hair fading back to black. He glared in rage at Trunks. "You knew, damn it! You know I love her! You always have! Who was the guy who looked out for me when I ran off to be with her? Huh, Trunks?"
Trunks bowed his head and glared at the floor. "I didn't think…"
"What? Kami, damn it, Trunks! Why did you think I went to see her every chance I got? Why did you think I protected her from Gohan?"
"Because I didn't want to, damn it!" Trunks screamed with all his might, causing Goten to become deathly silent. Trunks turned his back to his old childhood friend, folding his arms across his chest as he hung his head with a heavy sigh. "Gomen," he muttered absently as his heart screamed in rage. Goten, however, was not so merciful. He stepped in front of Trunks and grabbed his friend's arm, only to have it ripped from his grasp. "No, tell me. Why? Why didn't you want to believe me?"
Trunks chuckled carelessly. "I just… Gohan always talked about us being together. I know we all ignore his ravings but… I just…" he trailed off, unable to continue.
"You…" Goten whispered, his brow narrowing. "Trunks, do you…?"
"Yeah, I do," he responded to the understood question, nodding his head. His eyes drew to the stairway across the room and he sighed softly. "I need to go talk to Bura…" he muttered before turning, walking away.
Goten remained in the center of the room, watching the retreating form.
~*~
From far away, they might have just been passed off as shadows. Two small figures stood amid a forest, surrounded by soft foliage. The sun played across their oddly colored skin, creating darker patches of green. The shorter figure regarded the second with distrust and confusion, but remained despite those facts. "Aren't you worried your master will learn of this betrayal, Piccolo?"
Staring at the young guardian of Chikyuu, Piccolo was forced to ignore the heavy sarcasm and disgust that echoed in the voice. He didn't blame Dende for despising him. In all truth, Piccolo despised himself. "I came here to offer my help, Dende. I know you can use me. I know that you need me. You can't defeat Gohan alone."
"Look at you, you traitor," Dende hissed with disgust, feeling rage growing inside him. Years ago, he wouldn't have dared to speak in such an evil manner, but hard times change everyone, and the brutal deaths of all those he cared for, including Popo, was still fresh in his mind. "You disgust me, Piccolo. You could have stopped all of this! You could have saved everyone! You could have…"
"Have what?" Piccolo roared in fury. "Killed Gohan?" He caught the shocked gaze of Dende and he smirked, folding his arms across his chest as he tilted his head. "Do you think I could have honestly ever killed Gohan? That was the only way to stop him. He would have killed me if I tried. No, I couldn't have done it. I still can't do it, and if you try, I don't know if I'll be able to let you, but I want all this to stop. Gokou's here, and he'll need help."
"Gokou's here?" Dende questioned with shock, eyes darting around the woods as his senses expanded, and indeed he located the faint suppressed ki of Son Gokou. "How…"
"I don't know. I don't care. Facts come down to the grit now. Gokou is here, and he won't leave until Gohan is either dead or normal again. We both know what Kakarrotto can and will do in situations like this."
Dende's wide eyes gazed up to Piccolo. "Do you think…"
"Yeah, I do," he muttered in response, turning his back to the young guardian. "If there is something I can do to help change Gohan back, I'll do it, but don't think for a moment that I will just stand aside as you all kill him." He paused, head turning slightly to the side to regard Dende. "There is something you should probably know."
"What is it?" Dende responded indifferently.
"Gohan's insanity gives him visions. I don't know what they are, but they are powerful. Ten years ago, he had a vision of a child… that he said was his daughter." For a long moment he remained silent before turning and looking up to the sky. Piccolo rose into the air, becoming just another shadow among the clouds.
~*~
Daughter hovering at her side, Juuhachigou came to a halt above the treetops as she saw the standing figures. Marron's hand tightened around her mother's fingers as she looked down upon the silent men below. "Kaasan, is that Gohan?" she whispered, her voice trembling with fear.
"No… that's Gokou…" she responded with shock.
"Gokou? Gohan's dead…"
"Yeah, come on," Juuhachigou whispered, falling from the sky. Marron followed her mother quickly, and the two landed on the small clearing. Gokou and Mirai no Trunks turned to them, somewhat surprised with their arrival. They ignored the shocked looks as Juuhachigou looked to the full-blooded Saiyajin. "You're dead."
Gokou chuckled, motioning to the halo. "Yep!"
Juuhachigou frowned, folding her arms. "What are you doing here?"
A sad expression descended across Gokou's face. His eyes drew to Marron as he struggled to avoid the question that inevitably needed to be answered. "Who's this? Hi there."
Marron edged to her mother's side, wrapping her arms around the wrist. Gokou understood her nervousness. In the world that existed today, few people could be trusted. "It's okay," Juuhachigou whispered, wrapping her arm around the small shoulders as she knelt down. "This is Marron, my daughter."
Gokou's eyes widened. "You had a daughter?"
Juuhachigou nodded. "Kuririn and I - Gohan killed him though," she hissed with rage, eyes turning to Trunks. "We spoke to Dende, and we want to attack now - all of us. If Bura is still alive, we can save her, and perhaps Goten and chibi Trunks…"
"Bura?" Gokou raised a curious brow.
"My little sister, they had another child," Mirai Trunks responded with a frown as his eyes turned to Gokou. "You have to figure out what you're going to do, Gokou. With the three of us at your side, we can surely defeat Gohan, but only if we know what we're going to do. You have to answer a question, Gokou."
"What question?"
"Can you kill Gohan?"
~*~
"She's asleep."
Bura turned from the doorway, wide eyes spotting her elder brother standing at the end of the hallway. He stood there like a ghost, dead eyes watching her curiously. "What?" she demanded, her voice shaking with fear. Her arms circled around her waist as she stumbled backwards, apprehensive eyes watching him with distrust.
"Videl, she's asleep," he responded, motioning towards the door Bura had been standing at. She had been permitted to roam around the castle grounds freely, and had found the door she currently stood before. Her faint ki senses had told her that Videl was in there, but she had suck little experience with them she wasn't too sure. Plus, the door had been bolted shut, and she didn't have the ki, and just breaking it open would have no doubt gotten her punished in some manner.
Bura's eyes turned back to that door before looking to him. "What do you want? Leave me alone."
Trunks sighed somberly and reached into his pocket, pulling loose a small silver ki. He bent down and placed it on the hard wooden floors. "Just wanted to apologize," he muttered softly before turning and walking away. Bura listened in silence as his footsteps vanished down the corridors before she darted forward and grabbed the key.
~*~
Videl jerked awake as she heard the rustling noise. Her eyes turned as the door swung open and fear overwhelmed. Gohan was back already? She scrambled up from the bed, falling into a defensive position, but to her great relief only young Bura stood in the doorframe. "Videl! Come on! We have to get out of here!"
~*~
TBC