Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Warui No Ou ❯ Victory ( Chapter 14 )

[ 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 strange to be at this place, a place he'd only heard of from Son Gokou. The mansion stretched out for miles across both land and water. Sunlight played across the reflective surfaces, making it almost appear serene. He landed within one of the center buildings were he felt a faint ki hovering about. Nervousness filled him, but he forced himself to remain calm. If anyone could figure out what Piccolo meant about the vision and how Dende could use that knowledge to his advantage, then it would be this woman.

In silence he moved up to the door and shoved it open, stepping through. Richness surrounded him, paintings and magnificent statues in every corner available. Large rugs kept his feet from connecting with the cold floors. It was somewhat chilly from the lack of heat and the approaching night, but fairly pleasant. The soft smell of food drifted by him, but unlike a Saiyajin, it had no affect on Dende. He headed towards that scent, though. The ki accompanied the food.

Within moments he found himself in a huge dining room, with a table that seemed to span for miles in front of him, and at the opposite of that long table rested a small figure dressed in black.

Yes, indeed, very strange to see here. He had heard of her description, old and ragged, almost ancient looking, but to see it in person was almost frightening. Dende stepped forward, moving closer to the old woman in complete silence. She stared at him in entertained confusion, stuffing her face with something white and gooey looking that caused Dende's stomach to churn. He said nothing, too nervous to, but paused as he reached the end of that endless table. "I'd like to speak with you."

"Yes, yes, I know why you're here. I am a fortuneteller, you know," she said with a cackle that caused Dende's ears to ache. He winced, but again said nothing. Why was he so nervous? This woman didn't have magical supernatural powers, not really, but then again she did have a few… was she the key to everything?

"Can you tell me what Piccolo expects me to do?"

"He doesn't expect you to do anything, really, but he hopes." She began to hover from the chair, something small glowing beneath her butt. Dende stepped back as she darted across the room to hover near the window, gazing out. "They're gathering, aren't they?"

"Hai," Dende whispered solemnly as he moved towards the ageless female. "Please, Piccolo wouldn't have told me about Gohan's vision if it wasn't important. Isn't there anything I can do."

She turned towards him with a faint smile on her face. "Oh, there is much you can do, but I need to know what you want to happen."

Dende fell silent for a long moment. What did he want the outcome to be? With a heavy heart, he looked into those black eyes of the old woman. "I want it to be like it was before all of this happened. I want Gohan to be good. I want… I want everyone to be alive… I…" he trailed off, unable to explain his desires. They were so futile.

The old woman smiled, expression very frightening. Dende winced and stepped back cautiously, afraid something. "I understand," she chuckled with a nod.

"It's not possible," he replied as he turned to leave. "I'm sorry for wasting your time."

"No, stop," she called after him. Dende paused, glancing over his shoulder at the frightening woman. "It could be possible."

Spinning, Dende's eyes widened in hope and joy. Somewhere deep inside of him, he knew that whatever the witch had in mind, it probably wouldn't work, but the idea that it could be possible was to overwhelming to ignore. "How? What can I do?

"I can do it," she responded with a chuckle. "I'll need your help, but I can do it. Let's just hope that Piccolo wasn't wrong about that vision."

"Thank you, Fortuneteller Baba."

~*~

Marron's hand tightened around her mother's as her eyes drifted towards the south. "Kaasan, do you fell that?" she whispered with a shaky voice. Gokou glanced towards the young child and her mother before his eyes widened in fear. The ki was quickly approaching, accompanied by another familiar signature that could only be Gohan's most trusted friend. He spun around, stumbling back to guard Juuhachigou and the young Marron. Moments of stiff silence passed before their eyes found what their senses knew were there. Two small figures, black within the growingly dark sky, slowly began to grow at an astounding speed. "Juuhachigou, Marron, run. Run from here!" Gokou demanded, turning towards them. Narrowed blue eyes of the cyborg glared at him with rage. "Do you think that after all he's done, I'm just going to let him kill you without a fight? He's taken too much from me, Gokou. I won't let him take anything else without a fight."

"What about her?" Gokou exclaimed, growing in panic. He motioned towards the young child, but Marron's eyes mimicked her mother's. "NO! I'm going to fight Gohan! He's the reason we have no peace! I want peace, and I will fight for it! Right, Kaasan?"

Juuhachigou was visibly saddened, but she gave a curt nod to Gokou. The Saiyajin frowned and glanced towards Trunks. "I suppose you won't leave either."

"Don't even think about it," he snarled in response. For the first time Gokou saw that familiar hatred that Vejita always possessed towards him burning in Trunks' bright eyes. He was hated… by Trunks… by everyone probably. Sadness filled the Saiyajin's heart as he stared into those blue eyes. It was his fault. Everything was his fault. Gohan's turn to darkness, his insanity, Chichi's death… all because he had decided he preferred fun to his family.

Head hanging, he turned away from the lavender-haired demi-Saiyajin and glanced up to the approaching figures. They were close now, and within moments they were visible. Gohan and Piccolo paused above the air, and the changes within them caused shivers to run down Gokou's spine.

Gohan's hair had grown out a great deal, and fell down to the middle of his back in dark spikes. They were drawn back with a strip of fabric, but Gokou knew that if those locks were unleashed his son would frighteningly resemble Raditzu. Narrowed black eyes stared down at Gokou with rage and excitement… the burning lust for battle that was only surpassed by Vejita's lust for Gokou's death. His son was dressed in the dark purple gi that he had fought Cell in so many years ago, feet coated in black boots. There were no bands around his arms, and no white cape floating behind him. A blood red belt circled his waist… and Gokou could smell the blood that stained the strip of fabric. His skin was darkened from battle and sunlight, muscles large but still compact. He had grown so much… and Gokou realized the grave mistake he had made by choosing the afterlife over his son. He'd missed so many years… what had he been thinking? He'd been worried about Chikyuu, about more villains coming to fight him and destroy the planet? How idiotic… even if he was dead, that wouldn't have stopped them from coming.

Slowly Gohan and Piccolo descended from the heavens, landing together on the edge of the clearing. Piccolo hadn't changed too much… still green. He seemed a little taller, perhaps, but that was probably cause Gohan had become so much larger. His clothing was still the same, but the fabric was black, and the cape and hat was missing. A bodyguard in the truest sense of the word - they looked so right together, two dark forces allied together against a common enemy, and the image of Nappa and Vejita was brought to life in Gokou's mind. Indeed… Gohan and Piccolo… Vejita and Nappa… Frieza and Zarbon… evil seemed to normally come in twos.

"Tousan…" Gohan purred as his arms folded across his chest. There was deviousness intermingled with that soft whisper, but sadness as well, along with eagerness. He seemed to be shaking, trembling almost, as if he was on drugs. His head tilted slightly to the side as his eyes ran across the form before finally landing on the halo. A smile full of irony graced Gohan's lips as he gazed at the golden ring above Gokou's head, and the Saiyajin knew why. "Heaven must be one fucked up place to let you in," Gohan hissed as the small vanished and a glare dressed his eyes.

"Gohan," that name couldn't belong to this boy who stood before him. It just couldn't! "Please. I don't want to fight you."

"Oh, you don't have to." Gohan laughed aloud as his eyes were ignited with shades of green. "Just stand there. I'll do the rest." Lightening began to engulf his form, swallowing him whole. Frightened for those around him, Gokou mimicked the movements. Wide eyes landed upon him as Gohan saw the electricity that circled the Saiyajin. "So, you did it too, huh, Tousan?"

"Hai," Gokou nodded as his eyes narrowed in fierceness. Gohan chuckled softly, seemingly unsurprised. "Good. It'll make things so much more entertaining. Piccolo."

"Yes, Gohan?"

"Keep an eye on my new slaves, okay?"

Piccolo grinned, something that Gokou hadn't seen since Raditzu had arrived on Chikyuu. "Of course, Gohan."

With that simple agreement, Gohan shot in the air, ki blast burning in his hands. Gokou darted up to the sky in an attempt to protect the others from their tremendous power, but he knew that Piccolo wouldn't give a second thought to using Juuhachigou, Marron, or Mirai no Trunks against him if he began to win this battle…

One way or another, Gohan would inevitably win.

~*~





TBC