Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Warui No Ou ❯ Peace For Gohan? ( Chapter 16 )

[ 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






"Baba? Baba? Please, wake up. You have to tell me. Where is Gohan?" He reached down, shaking the tiny body that still lay on the floor. He'd supplied all the energy he dared into Baba, but still she was limp on the floor. That spell… it had taken everything from inside her. She was trembling in her slumber now, tossing beneath the sheet that Dende had laid across her body. He fell back against the floor, a feeling of complete despair welling inside. What if the spell had failed?

You can't think that way, he reminded himself somberly. Baba said it would work. He had to have faith.

Funny… a god needing to have faith…

Looking out into the sunset, he watched the last rays of light vanish.

"Gohan… my friend… where are you?"

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Darkness… eternal darkness…

Gohan jerked up and fled from wherever he was until he reached a wall. His hands clung against the wood as he turned, pressing his back against the corner as he waited for an attack from whatever foe had sent him to this dark place.

No attack came.

His eyes drifted across the dark room, but he saw nothing. He wasn't powered up! What had happened to his power level, damn it? He struggled inside, but found no such power inside himself… but instead found something very different… something not as powerful, but very deadly…

Holding out his hand, he focused that strange energy into his palm and watched a pale white ball appear between his fingertips. It was like smoke it his hand, soft and cloudily, almost like a marshmallow… though certainly not tasty… but very deadly. What he held in his hand could easily kill Goten… amazing…

His eyes drifted away from that ball as he heard something stir within the room. The enemy. He stumbled back, brightening the ki in his hand until it was almost blinding. The power! Un-comprehendible! How had this come to be? His eyes fell upon the figure that rested across the room from him, and as she sat up he paused.

"Videl?"

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Juuhachigou shoved Marron back as she stared in the direction the body had landed… just beyond those trees rested the man that had murdered her husband… her daughter's father…

So many words for hate, so few words for love…

"Stay back, Marron," Juuhachigou whispered in fear, gripping her daughter's shoulder tightly. She could feel Marron trembling beneath her hand, not of fear, but of rage. It was amazing how Saiyajin-like a human being could be a times. "Kaasan, please," Marron begged, trying to free herself from the firm iron grasp. "We need to kill him if he's not dead!"

Spinning around with horror-filled eyes, Juuhachigou gazed down at her little girl. Less than ten years old… a bright flame that was meant to be a new beginning…

Marron stared up at her mother, waiting impatiently for an answer, but she received nothing but a slap in the face. Reeling backwards, Juuhachigou pressed her fingers to her lips, tears filling her eyes. "Stay here, Marron," she said, her voice trembling with those very words. Turning, she rushed into the words, following the already running Mirai no Trunks.

"Where is he? Do you see him?" she called out as she moved through the foliage, pushing aside stray branches and stepping over fallen rubble. She paused as she found Trunks standing over the body, ki blast burning in her hand. There she stood in silence, watching that golden ball of energy growing brighter and larger.

She felt no remorse, and she would not when she saw his body nothing more than floating ashes among the wind. He had done so many so much harm, killed the only man that Juuhachigou had ever loved… why shouldn't Gohan die.

Still, something wasn't right about this situation. Her eyes drifted down to the limp body that was draped across a broken tree trunk. One arm looked almost broken it was bent in such an awkward manner… but…

"Stop, Trunks."

Dark eyes darted up to the cyborg with pure loathing. "Don't you dare get a conscious on me now, cyborg," he snarled at her. She winced at the callousness of the words, but remained firm. "Look at him, damn it! Just fucking look at him!"

Trunks did - no reason not to. His eyes drifted down… taking in that soft pale face, and the lack of muscles, the thin narrow body, and the blast in his hand faded away. "What the hell is this?" he questioned in a whisper, kneeling down beside the boy. Trunks touched the soft unblemished cheek, staring deeply into the face. "He looks…"

"Young, without hardships?" she offered with a frown.

Trunks nodded, looking up to her. "What do we do?"

Gazing up to the sky, she stared at the lightshow above, watching the beginning of the battle above. "We wait, Trunks. We wait."

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Dodging the blow, Gokou halted at the side, watching the blazing eyes of the youngest Trunks. The Saiyajin's teeth were bared, hands fisted out. Enraged, Trunks spun around, panting heavily. "You belong to me!" he screamed, voice nothing less that violent. He attacked again, and Gokou was forced to become defensive, blocking and dodging blows. In this form, Trunks could not harm him, but that fact did little to assist him with the knowledge that this was Vejita's son… a man who had become someone Gokou cared for and would offer his life to protect. Vejita's little boy…

He'd been such a good father to Trunks after the death of Cell… a much better father than Gokou had obviously been… and because of Gokou's failure this was the current Trunks. Fiendishly, Trunks attacked, swinging with little intention and no strategy, allowing his anger to guide him, a large mistake if this battle depending upon his life. Gokou couldn't bring himself to harm the young lavender-haired boy. He couldn't kill both his son and Trunks in the same afternoon…

And as far as Gokou was concerned, Gohan was dead. He didn't know what had happened, perhaps his memory had blocked it out after it had happened, but he had lost his son's ki in his senses. Even though Gohan had fallen from the sky and now lay down upon the grass below, there was no impression anywhere within his mind. Gohan had to be dead; otherwise Gokou would have felt it through their mental bond if not within his senses. "Trunks! Stop…" Gokou trailed off as his senses were overwhelmed. With frightened eyes he looked beneath him, a gasp releasing from his lips as he saw the bomb of light pulsing beneath him.

Trunks was a wise warrior. With that small distraction, he attacked. His fist connected with Gokou's face, sending the longhaired Saiyajin tumbling down to the grass. Ki formed beneath his fingertips and with a feral growl he threw it down. The tail of the blast never left his fingers and grew larger with each passing second. It coated the floor, and those humans beneath who huddled in fear fled away for their safety, and perhaps sanity. A smirk dressed Trunks' face as he felt victory within his grasp, but it was not without its inner frown. Gohan was dead and Goten silently despised him. He was alone in this world… and silent fear was quietly seeping through cracks.

He can be brought back, Trunks reminded himself with that relieved thought. They could easily collect the Dragon Balls and wish him back. Things would be fine in a matter of a few days, if less than that. Life would again be on track, and Chikyuu would finally be overwhelmed and claimed by Gohan's iron fist.

Gokou screamed out, shoving his hands against the golden light. The ki shot through the trees, barely missing the terrified demi-Saiyajin. Through the blackness of space the white energy vanished, exploding as it connected with another planet or asteroid that had been passing by. Trunks watched the light fade from the sky before his large eyes turned back to Gokou, seeing the undamaged Saiyajin resting on the ground, gathering his breath.

Then came the second explosion. Trunks' eyes turned to Goten, seeing the raging green-eyed Saiyajin directing everything towards Gokou. There was no mercy for his father. As far as Goten was concerned, he didn't have a father… and was now alone in the universe.

~*~

Panicked, Videl turned beneath the sheets and reached over, flicking on the lamp. The room flooded with light, but no brighter than what rested among Gohan's fingers. Black eyes watched her, distrusting, as she climbed from beneath the sheet. The young attractive girl… no longer a girl… rose from the sheets with frightened eyes. She stepped before Gohan, apparently not noticing his nervousness, and looked to the door. "Is some one inside our home?"

Gohan stepped away from her, his eyes never leaving her face. She was dressed in a long black nightgown, fists clenched at her side as if she expected an attack at any given moment, and yet she barely noticed the ki blast that burned right next to her. "Our home?" Gohan repeated in confusion, staring at her as if she'd grown a second head. Her hair was short, but longer than it had been last time he'd seen her. She was perfectly healthy, unscarred, and beautiful. Her blue eyes sparkled with vigor for life, and she offered Gohan a faint smile. "What's going on? Why are you standing here? Did you have that dream again?"

"That dream?" This was disturbing. The blast vanished in his hand. Whatever was going on, Videl wasn't a danger to him, and from what his senses told him the nearest possible threat was Piccolo at least twenty miles away, and remaining motionless. His eyes drifted across the room. A large bed with soft cotton blue sheets was the main part of the room. A closet rested next to the bed, and a bathroom on the opposite side. One window rested against the wall, but the curtains were drawn over… and a large table beneath it with a photograph…

Moving aside from Videl, Gohan stepped over to that table and picked up the framed object. Within rested everyone he loved and cared for, and it was a recent photo. Videl's hair was short… and Gohan was in it… wearing glasses?

Turning, he looked to the bed and saw that beside it rested a small table, where a pair of glasses sat beside a clock. The clock read six in the morning. He looked back, seeing Gokou there, unchanged since Gohan's boyhood. Bulma… Chichi… Goten… Trunks… even those that Gohan had killed years ago: Tien, Yamcha…

Then there were other familiar people, and three of the caught the most of his attention. At the front of the large group sat three children, Marron, Bura… and a third, brown haired, blue-eyed girl…

Spinning, large eyes looked upon Videl. "It's the girl! The girl from my visions! Who is she?"

Videl stepped next to Gohan and glared at him as she saw to whom he was pointing. "Gohan!"

A knock came upon the door, and the two turned as it opened. Gohan fell back onto the ground, trembling as he saw the same girl from the photo moving to him, dressing in that long white gown that she had been dressed in from when he'd first saw her. Long brown hair was pulled back with a small ribbon. "No…" he pleaded in a whisper, trying to climb to his feet.

"Kaasan, Tousan, is something wrong?" whispered the child as she rubbed her eyes. She was perhaps four of five years old, and clung to a small orange stuffed monkey. Videl moved across the room and picked her up with a chuckle. "Of course, Pan, our daughter," Videl pointed glared at Gohan as she hissed those last words. "Tousan just had his nightmare again."

Pan frowned, wrapping her arms around Videl's neck. She yawned again, nuzzling her mother's neck. "The one where Grandpa Gokou hurts Tousan for being weak?" she whispered softly. "You're not weak, Tousan. You're stronger than any evil mean demon could be. You're the best, Tousan." Videl smiled as Pan clung tighter. "Can I stay here with Tousan, Kaasan? In case he has a bad dream again?"

"Of course, Pan, honey," Videl said as she moved towards the bed. She released the child and watched as Pan crawled into the center of the bed, curling up against her stuffed creature. Gohan hadn't moved from the corner of the room. He watched the child as if she were Cell reborn, waiting for a demon to explode from within her skin and attack…

Yet… he knew it was all truth. He had known that this child, in the vision or when she appeared through that doorway, that she had been his daughter. He had told Piccolo that, and he had meant it.

She was so beautiful… and she was his daughter…

"Pan," he whispered the name. It felt so strange on his lips. Slowly, he rose to his feet, watching her every movement. She curled her legs against her chest, nuzzling her chin against that monkey's head, and yawned for the umpteenth time. He circled around the bed, watching her, looking at her. She was small, but very muscular for a female child. She didn't have a tail, but it could have been removed once she'd been born. Videl frowned at him, staring as if her husband had lost her mind, and she knew not how close to the truth she was.

Shaking her head, Videl moved to the bed and lay down beside her daughter, turning off the lamp with a click. Gohan watched as darkness overwhelmed the bedroom. There was a soft glow through the curtain from the city lights.

Ah, the sounds of a live and vibrant city, peaceful and safe. Cars and buses passed by, footsteps echoed in his ears, chatter was exchanged among humans. It was so early, and yet the city was alive. Only a few people dressed the sidewalks and roadways, but it was more than who dared to move about the city in his…

His was? Timeline? Was he back in time? No, this was the present, certainly. Videl's age was no different. Gohan's eyes turned towards the left, searching for a mirror, but he found none nearby, and the thought of leaving these two sent shivers down his spine. If he'd finally cracked, if this was his imagination or insanity, then why indulge in it? Moving towards the bed, he stretched out beside the child and turned on his side, looking down at her already slumbering face. With uneasy fingertips he reached out, resting his hand on her side. Watching wearily, he laid his head atop the pillow and stared at her long brown hair, hand still against her side.

Moments later, he felt his eyes drifting shut.

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