Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Warui No Ou ❯ Freaks ( Chapter 13 )

[ 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





"Can you kill Gohan?"

Silent wind whipped around the small clearing within the woods. It was peaceful, pleasant, but the chaos that was spoken of ruined everything about this blessing of a day on Chikyuu. A few birds dared to decorate the currently peaceful heavens, allowing their song to grace the ears of those who bothered to listen. Gokou was listening, though he heard the question that sent trembles through his warm heart.

Can I kill my son?

What had woken up the demon inside of Gohan? What had awoken this sick sadistic side of his innocent and weak little boy? What had caused him to open this gift of madness he was given? Who'd given him this gift?

Was it his fault?

Gokou couldn't help blaming himself, and in his own way he was responsible. Gokou was far from an ignorant man, though few people believed that simple fact. Sure, he was amazed by science, and the things that Gohan had studied in school made his head ache, but he was far from ignorant.

The wind played silently with his hair, running through his clothing, cooling the body he was allowed to keep during the afterlife. Floating above his head rested a small golden ring that symbolized the cause for all of this insanity that Chikyuu had been suffering with for over ten years. Gokou knew most of the facts, although a great deal of the reasons was a conundrum to him.

Vividly, he recalled the death of his wife. Rage and hopelessness had overwhelmed him when he'd caught sight of her bodiless spirit hovering around heaven. That had been when he'd begun watching, but Gokou was only permitted to glance at Chikyuu occasionally. It had taken much time to convince Enma Daio to allow him to return to Chikyuu, and it was only because of the rapidly increasing body count that the large red guardian had finally said yes.

Juuhachigou remained silent a few feet away, her younger daughter standing at her side. Marron… how old was the cyborg's daughter? She couldn't be more than seven or eight, so young, and yet the fierceness in her eyes was plainly visible. She shouldn't have that dark sinister glow of a warrior's eyes. She should be cheerful, bright eyed and happy, talking about boys and clothes like Bulma had done as a girl when Gokou had first met her.

The entire world was completely wrong…

Trunks stared in rage, watching Gokou, waiting for the response. Gokou gazed back at the lavender-haired boy that never seemed to be permitted peace. Guilt overwhelmed him as he watched Vejita's angry son. Trunks had lost everyone, and not just once. Now, not only had everyone he loved died, again, but they had died at the hands of someone he normally would have trusted with his life… a person that had no doubt saved his life countless times.

If Gokou had been alone now, tears would have escaped his eyes, but he could not show weakness. His Saiyajin blood wouldn't permit it, and there were more important things to cope with other than his guilt and depression.

Gokou had always silently feared, when he had stared into that face that had hints of his own features, the face of his brother, his only remaining blood family, that one day, one afternoon, he would be forced to protect his family and loved ones from someone that he couldn't fight…

He had always believed that person would be himself. Apparently, it was someone much worse. It was his son, Gohan. Chichi was dead. Bulma, Tien, Yamcha… almost everyone he'd ever known and cared for was hovering in the afterlife, and expecting justice.

Guilt and rage… two things that should never go together, but always do. Gokou had failed, failed his family and friends, and most of all, failed his sons. Goten looked so much like him, and had the pure innocence, but that innocence had nearly been completely stripped and altered… and in a way, Gokou had failed to protect Chikyuu from himself, only it was another form of himself. Goten… pure little Goten…

With a shuddered silent breath, Gokou allowed his head to rise as he fiercely met Trunks' gaze. He took that wrath and blame and balled it up deep within himself, along with the shame of the knowledge that he had killed his grandfather during his childhood, transforming into oozaru beneath the harsh rays of the full moon. He buried it all under a façade that he had developed years ago, a visage of both understanding, purpose, and fury, and looked directly into those distrusting blue eyes.

Later, much later, when something had been done, and Chichi was alive, and Goten was free to smile, laugh, and allow the vigor for life to shine within his beautiful and innocent blue eyes, Gokou could fall apart.

"I will do what I have to, Trunks."

~*~

In silence they flew, wind circling their body, causing their clothing to snap against their skin. Neither spoke a single word, both unsure of the situation that they were in. Goten had not asked about Videl or Bura, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know what had happened.

It was plainly clear that Bura despised them both, most likely. Goten wasn't even sure he would see Bura again after this day. He was afraid. Goten was extremely afraid. He had approached Trunks in the training rooms, seeing the lavender-haired teen battling an invisible opponent with bloodlust burning in his eyes. Goten had spoken only one short sentence to Trunks, and he'd seen the eagerness appear. Trunks was excited. He knew about Gokou, had heard the legends, and it was obvious that he believed Gohan would prove them wrong, and the more Goten thought about it, the more he began to believe it too. How could Gokou defeat Gohan, even if he somehow managed to bring himself to kill his eldest son?

Forsaken… it was the only word that came into his mind. Whatever the outcome of this day, it was sure to not be good. If Gokou won, Gohan would die - the only family that Goten truly had left. Peace would return to Chikyuu… but Goten would be left alone. Bura hated him, and would never want to see him again. Trunks…

Daring a glance at Trunks, Goten silently sighed. What the hell was going on in this world? Did Trunks despise him for what he'd done? Was Trunks taunted by the hideous images of all the people they had harmed, tortured, and killed? Did he remember the horrified screams of that blonde haired human that had fled for her life… fled from them… covered with her husband's blood? Goten turned his eyes back to the sky, allowing the callous wind to dry his tears. Was either of them capable of love, much less loving one another?

Would the world be able to forgive them, or would Gokou, guided by the need for vengeance and the already burning bloodlust of battle, find it necessary to end their lives also? Was today going to be the day Goten finally died? Would this day's date be carved on his gravestone?

Would he even have a gravestone?

Goten could sense Trunks' excitement. Gohan had always warned them that they might one day be battling the legendary Son Gokou. It had been the reason for their continuous training, along with Vejita. Trunks had always been burning for a fight, unsatisfied with Goten's lack of power, Gohan's insanity, and the weakness of Piccolo. He could never find a worthy opponent, and Gohan had promised him that he could fight Gokou too.

So many changes…

None of it made any sense to Goten. How had all this happened? Why had Gohan unleashed this darker self… the Saiyajin side as he so titled it? Why had the world fallen into hell's grip?

Saiyajin side… the teachings and lusts of a race of warriors that could not be trifled with… the side of a dead race. They were dead for a reason, weren't they? Had some higher power seen to their destruction, or was it all just some cosmic fluke? The race was gone, existent, and nothing was left of them but ashes in the vacuum of space. Now, they were being reborn, rebreed… and Goten was one of them.

Did Goten have a Saiyajin side?

Would it one day break free?

Terror… endless terror…

He could sense his father's ki far ahead. Before, though, he could feel his brother and Piccolo, and through their vague connection he could sense Gohan's eagerness for battle also. Everyone but him was excited about this; no one but him feared what approached. Again Goten found himself outside, the freak, the one who cared about those they harmed, the one that didn't rush into the blaze of battle, hard and hungry.

"I feel Mirai no Trunks," Trunks whispered softly, his voice almost blended in with the rush of air. Goten didn't bother replying. He felt the future version of his best friend as well, along with others… weaklings…

They weren't important, easily dealt with if they interfered. All that mattered was Gokou… Kakarrotto… whoever the hell he was - a Saiyajin, raised as a human… a freak…

Both of them freaks…

~*~




TBC