Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Warui No Ou ❯ Loyalties? ( Chapter 12 )

[ 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





When Goten's eyes landed upon his brother, he realized that Gohan seemed to be frozen amid the air. Night was only a few hours away, but nevertheless the pale blue of the sky was quite visible. He paused outside of the doors, watching his brother with confusion, but he remained silent, knowing when Gohan was ready, he would speak.

Minutes later, Gohan finally moved, and Goten did not like the expression that was plastered on his brother's face - an expression of completely and pure madness. Gohan's face seemed paler than normal, with absolutely no color across his cheeks. His eyes were drawn downwards into a glare that seemed to be as completely natural as a smile. His body was stiff, and the purple gi seemed as dark as night on his body. Without a single word, the golden light of power consumed his body. Looking into those soulless eyes, had Goten not known better, he would have sworn by all the gods that he knew that the man floating above him was not the older brother that he loved so dearly.

"Goten, brother, I've got good news."

Good news was not always defined in the normal manner, and such a proclamation only filled Goten with frightened nervousness. "What is it, Niisan?"

"You get to meet your father today, Goten," he responded with a sadistic chuckle.

Fear overwhelmed the teenager. He stumbled backwards with wide eyes, weary of his brother's next moves. "Go-Gohan, Tousan is dead." Goten had little trouble doubting that Gohan would eventually send him to meet his father in the afterworld, but so soon… when his life had just been spared. Gohan was quick to change his mind, however.

"No, Goten," Gohan laughed aloud as he turned fully to face the frightened male. "You aren't going to meet him. He's come to us. Go. Gather Trunks and Piccolo. It's time! The final battle has arrived!" With that exclamation, Gohan turned and darted off into the skies.

Tousan was home? Was it really true? Goten stared after the paling white ki that darted across the darkening sky in complete and utter disbelief. So many years has passed since he'd even thought about the legendary Son Gokou. He had never before met the man, but the legends he'd been told were something not easily forgotten.

It was those legends that caused a faint smile to dare its way across Goten's façade. Within those tales that his mother and friends had told him throughout his childhood, Son Gokou was a man that never let down his loved ones, protected them from evil, and never abandoned those important to him.

The smile grew into a chuckle as the youngest Son turned and darted within the mansion, for those legends had told of a man undefeatable. The whole world was now depending upon their new savior… and Son Gokou would emerge victorious.

He must…

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Dende gazed down from the edge of Kami's Lookout, his heart heavy in his chest as he heard the question that Gokou was faced with. He was overjoyed that the Saiyajin had returned to Chikyuu, if even just for a short time, but once he heard the question pass from Trunks' lips, Dende realized just how fruitless this all would be. Gokou could easily kill a stranger that was killing endlessly innocent people that he barely knew… but it was something completely different when it was Gokou's son killing his friends. What would the Saiyajin do? Would he sacrifice his blood for people he'd known since childhood? Dende didn't know the answer, but he honestly doubted it.

For once, Dende agreed with Vejita. Gokou was far too soft.

Gokou couldn't be blamed, however. No one really expected him to kill Gohan, except perhaps Trunks, but if the demi-Saiyajin could, he would have already committed the crime and spared Gokou the decision.

Turning away from the edge, unable to bear the harsh cruelness of reality, Dende's eyes scanned around the lonely lookout. He rarely came up here, knowing that if Gohan ever decided to kill him or take possession of the Dragon Balls he would come to this place first. Dende had two of the Dragon Balls here; Gohan had one of them, and Bulma and Videl had the rest hidden somewhere. It was nearly impossible for anyone to make a wish, although no one doubted that if Gohan ever had one, he'd easily get his way.

Slowly his thoughts drifted back to the confrontation with Piccolo. What had the Namekian been hinting at? Gohan didn't have a daughter. Who would ever dare to bear him one? Had Gohan raped someone…

Stop, it Dende!

He sighed and sat down on the ground, folding his legs beneath him. Piccolo had told him that it was merely a vision, a piece of Gohan's insanity.

Was there something that Piccolo knew, though? Dende frowned deeply and glanced over his shoulder to the building where the Dragon Ball was currently held. Was it possible that… Gohan could have a daughter? Had it been a vision of the future, perhaps?

His eyes snapped open as he jumped to his feet. Was that the answer? Could Gohan's daughter be powerful enough to defeat him? Dende frowned again, shaking his head. Gohan didn't have a daughter! Even if Dende could find a way to gather the Dragon Balls, nothing would work. How would he phrase his wish? Not only that, but who would bear that child? Would Shenlong even be able to do that, create a life from nothing? Last but not least, the child would only be a child, barely able to crawl, much less fight and defeat the most powerful senshi that existed. Then there was always the issue of if she would take after her father…

No, Piccolo couldn't have meant that. The logic was completely insane. He sighed and turned back to the edge, gazing over to watch as Gokou bowed his head, ready to respond. What would his answer be? Dende was wondering if it would even matter. Would Gokou be able to defeat Gohan? Was he powerful enough? What could Piccolo have been implying? Dende couldn't get the thought out of his head.

Gohan's insanity had made him see a daughter that did not exist…

How could a false fantasy defeat the most evil man alive?

~*~

Gohan slowly halted in the air as he felt Piccolo's ki quickly approaching from the east. He turned around with a faint smirk across his lip, watching in quiet anticipation as the Namekian began to fade into view before he halted in the sky, black eyes of betrayal watching Gohan in anxiety, wondering whether he knew or not. There wasn't any way that Gohan could know of Piccolo's sly betrayal, but the look that shone in those onyx lifeless orbs told him that something had occurred.

"I tried to warn you Gohan," came a whisper from his left. Gohan glanced in that direction, seeing the faint outline Brolli hovering in boredom. "Didn't I tell you? You should have killed them all when you had the chance."

"Oh, silence, Brolli," Nappa chuckled as he floated beside of the silent green skinned alien with a grin across his face. The bald Saiyajin circled Piccolo, as if daring him to do something, though to Piccolo the senshi was transparent. "You know as well as I do that Gohan cannot be defeated, no matter what this… thing… does."

Despite the full belief that he could not be conquered, the quiet whisper of 'what if?' echoed in the back of his mind, and his mind was something that Gohan was not in full control of. Another figure appeared beneath him, a glaring little image of Goten as a child, barely just a few years old. "Tousan is the best! He will destroy you!"

"NO!" Gohan screamed, ascending to heights that sent waves of pleasure throughout his body, and with that ecstasy followed the assurance that he could not be defeated. Lightening crackled around his body, causing his skin to heighten. Through the enhanced details of his sight, he saw Piccolo's worried expression. Yes, his old sensei was on the verge of terror, believing that somehow Gohan knew what he had done and was preparing to punish him for it. He would not run, however. Piccolo was far from a coward.

In all truth, Gohan wouldn't harm Piccolo, at least not when he was somewhat sane, aware of his actions. The heated visions of silky touches and brutal kisses played in his mind when he looked upon his the senshi before him. Ah, just thinking about it sent shivers ricocheting through his body. He wanted Piccolo again, forever, but Piccolo didn't have the same emotions. He cared and respected Gohan, but he had no desire to grace his bed. Gohan accepted it, though he despised Piccolo's denial. He loved Piccolo, just like he loved Goten; like he had loved his mother and Gokou so many years ago… before life went straight to the bowels of hell.

The betrayal, though, caused great fear. If he couldn't completely control Piccolo…

"Gokou has returned," Gohan hissed, forcing the array of thoughts to an abrupt halt. Piccolo was obviously relieved, and gave a curt and careless single nod. "I know. I felt him."

"My Twins are on their way, to accompany me in the battle. You, Piccolo-sama, my favorite sensei, I need to know if you will be assisting me or him during this battle." It was a demand, a choice that Piccolo was going to be forced to make. Gohan would be able to tell if Piccolo was lying, and at this moment, with the lust for battle burning in his blood, the fear and excitement of finally confronting his father overwhelming his mind, and the taunts of these visual images that had been tormenting him for so many years, Gohan wasn't sure what his responding action would be. Piccolo stared in silence, watching Gohan warily, and knowing what depending upon his response.

"I serve you, Gohan."

A pleased smile dressed across the demi-Saiyajin's lips. "Good," he whispered, but the quietly muttered word wasn't sadistic or annoyed. It was said with relief. Gohan knew that, for the last ten years, Piccolo had been holding him back, helping him balance on the razor's edge. Yes, he had been encouraging Gohan with the violence and death, loving his brief moments engulfed in evil, but the true reason that everyone was still alive was because of Piccolo. Little Bura could have been killed as a child, when Gohan had first laid eyes upon her sweet innocent form, but Piccolo has saved the young child's life with a simple frown of disapproval. Marron… Juuhachigou… Dende… all of them alive because of Piccolo. He had made excuses for Juuhachigou, a possible valuable ally in the future, and Dende, the Dragon Balls, but Gohan knew the real reason. "Good," he repeated solemnly as the lightening settled, fading away, long locks returning to black. With a dark chuckle he nodded in the direction of Gokou's ki. "Come now, Piccolo. Don't want to keep Tousan waiting…"

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