Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Worthy ❯ Downing Acid Laced Wine ( Chapter 1 )

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Did I tell you how your grandfather and my father met? See, Daddy was looking for other Saiya-Jins. They wanted to rebel against Frieza. We've finally got the technology to find them. They're currently completing the new Bejiita-Sei palace, waiting for the King to come back. And soon, the young Prince Torankusu will know of our plans. And we will leave like royalty.

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.01.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.6K | Visits: 461 | Status: Work In Progress

Worthy

Lemony Nymph

I want to kill you. I want you to die. I want you to hurt and scream and bleed and beg until it happens, though. No, your death will not be quick. I want you to dream about it and wake up and shriek until it's all you can think about. Torture. I want to torture you. To torment you. To murder you from the inside and when it's all over, I want you to beg for me to do it. I want you to want your own death. Just so that I can let you slowly die in a pool of your own blood and filth just because you thought, you were arrogant and naïve enough to think, that there are things worse than death and the slow, sick process.

Because of what you did to me.

I am my father's daughter, you know. He was not at all surprised that I had these thoughts. In fact, I still think he noticed I was having them before I did. Before I admitted it to myself, anyway. I think he was proud I lost my mind. Torankusu, you think so highly of him. Daddy and I both see the truth. He doesn't deserve to have our blood running through his veins. The blood of my father, a Saiya-Jin. A fighter, no, a warrior. A prince.

But we'll get to his fate later. This is about you. You always wanted the spotlight to be on you. This is what motivates me. The smell of your fear. The taste of your skin. Your blood. Your sweat. Your tears. The sound of your scream. The sight of it. Feeling it. Doing it. It's ecstasy to the senses. This is what drives me mad. I want you, and my father knows it. He is the one you should thank for all this.

He is the reason you will be mine.

He trained me. That's been obvious. But you never knew to what extent. During our happy times together in that small training room, we did a lot more than fight. I've achieved a lot more than Super Saiya-Jin, a level you could never accomplish. But you're weak. Believe me, you will admit that. More than once. Until you can mutter it in your sleep if you hear the whisper of my voice or the touch of my skin.

No, we talked. And we agreed on one thing: The Saiya-Jin race is dying off too quickly. And we can't rely on the Dragonballs forever. No, we need to re-establish the crown. It's cliché. I know. But that's all right. You'll understand soon. And what's going to kill you is that you're going to help us. And so is your father. And your grandfather. And your uncle. Even your beloved, Torankusu, will help. None of you have a choice. My father is supreme and he will be until he dies. If he dies.

This is the part where I tell you the master plan. It's rather simple. It's a matter of family. You're too simple to understand. My mother is devoted. I have respect for her. Perhaps she is a human, but I am proud that it's her blood and not your mother's that's in my veins. Your mother will not survive our selection. Oh, well. My mother has been a great aid; I mean it was pure genius drugging you all while we wished for the new planet last year. You should watch the news more often. And soon, we will be done with the construction of it all. Soon, the sky will go dark again. Chi-Chi will be wished full Saiya-Jin. So will my mother. As will your father and uncle. Yes, I haven't forgotten about you, my love, my lust, my obsession… You will become a Saiya-Jin too.

But this will give you a lot of power. Potential power, anyway. Too bad you'll all be too sick from the transformation to stop us. And Son-San? Well, it's up to me, since Mommy will be too sick, to tend to him. Saiya-Jin mating season is coming up pretty soon, you know. It'll be interesting seeing how long he can hold against me. What about me? Well, I wouldn't be sick because I'm already a full blood. I bet you wonder what our last wish was last year.

Now, don't get excited, it was nothing extravagant. I wanted a place to train where no one could read my or my father's new powers. Not even the oblivious Tornakusu could fall upon our plan in our precious training spot. We know how nosy he can be. It would be just horrible if he were to have to be killed so soon because he eavesdropped. So there we planned. Just the two of us. Sometimes, Momma came when we needed technological support.

It was a bit of a sacrifice for Daddy. Sending his little girl off to have such an impure Saiya-Jin touch her. But I really don't mind. Not one bit. Your grandpa's got quite a nice body, I don't know if you haven't noticed. I'd like to see you try to stop me. I'd like to see anyone try to stop me. You'll probably be vomiting for the next few days, though. Too bad.

Then, part three of our plan will take place. Son Gokou has never truly been a Saiya-Jin. He will, in a sense, be transforming just as you are. Perhaps we'll be lucky enough to see Kakarotto again instead of Son Gokou. I'd love to see how that one turns out. He will be extremely vulnerable. Morals don't ever truly leave a person, my Love. They just twist and turn into something else. I think I can twist him to the point where he's workable, don't you?

Gokou will join with his new wife. However, Gohan and Goten will not have the same luck with their mates. Neither Pareasu nor Videl meet the criteria. They will find other mates. And as for you, you will need a male mate even though you will be mine. I will need a male mate as well. To contribute to Bejiita-Sei. Yes, one day I will have to give healthy children to this planet. It has even been considered that for the first few years we breed amongst ourselves. My mother and I, the Son men, and you and your grandmother, Torankusu and perhaps Daddy. But that seems too primitive. The bond between mates is extreme. The child will be strongest coming from a bond.

I'm sorry; you won't have the satisfaction of being my mate. As the princess, I am expected to give off only the best. The problem is that because Gokou's veins run in your uncle and father's veins, my father is both reluctant and more likely to approve of me mating with them. Your grandfather is the only one that matches up closely to my father. But you shouldn't be concerned about that. Right now, a second plan will begin.

This is the one that concerns you. Are you ready?

You're asleep. So sweet in bed, I'm almost jealous that you allowed my brother to take you just a few hours ago. But now, where is he? And you're alone. You will forever regret being alone. My father is outside. I am not alone. I have backup incase you're stronger than I thought, or we wake your father. We wouldn't want that, now would we? I can't make you scream too loudly. Not tonight, anyway. But soon.

I am my father's daughter. Whatever I want, I will have, and he will make sure of that. You have been mine since the beginning because of this, but I still have yet to claim you. I do not know what it is about you-all of you, the entire Son family, which makes you all so beautiful to me. None of you are as strong as my family. You're all so careless. But you all have the same obsidian eyes. They challenge when they don't have the power to. Determined. Strong. Saiya-Jin.

Beautiful.

That's what you are. I wish I could stand over your bedside forever and just enjoy the look of you. So breathtaking. The moon peaks through the trees, your skin is so pale, my love. But how can this be when the sun kisses you every day when you train and laugh with your family? I've watched you from afar. I've seen you. Your body is a poem. Why are you so ashamed of it? Why do you hide it behind such clothes, when I would be so pleased if I could see something that compliments you more?

Beautiful.

But you ignore me.

Beautiful.

Why do you ignore me? You watch my brother with such loving eyes but you look at me with disgust, as if you look down upon me, but why? I hate what you're doing to me. I hate the urge to run my hand down your cheek, to see if your breathing would calm or hasten. You should be the one going crazy over me. You should be the one that wants until it's all you can think about. Those eyes. The way the sparkle when you look at my brother. I will dim the fire. Your eyes will rage when you look at me. At first. But you will be glorious and radiant in ways Torankusu can never show you when I am through with you.

Beautiful.

I can bear it no longer. I lean over; at first just to shift a lock of hair from the closed eyes I loved so. But my hand doesn't touch your hair. My fingers trace your lips, slithering gleefully down, down. Your hand caught mine. I was waiting for it. I would've been disappointed if it hadn't.

"What the hell're you-"

"Shh…" I purred, your eyes sharpened and widened at the same time. I sat on the side of the bed. Don't bother try to kick me off. It is both pleasing and horrifying that one day, I will kill you. You're not wearing anything. Hmn, my brother really has worn off on you. Against the bedpost, there, that hideous bandana he bought you. I'll put it to good use.

"Want to play a game with me, Panny?" I whispered. You don't get it yet, do you? You were afraid. You let your guard down. I win.

You sit up, pulling your covers up to hide your body from my wondering eyes. I suppose I'd do the same if I were in your situation. But you won't hide your body from me forever. "I wonder what'll happen if I deprive you of a sense." I whispered, moving behind you, tying the cloth over your eyes.

"Bura, what're you doing here?"

I rest my head against your shoulder. "I can smell him. He's all over you. Why do you let my brother do this to you?"

"Bura, that's none of your-"

Your neck is too tempting. Just a taste. Your flesh against mine, nothing could feel more right. I nuzzled your cheek. You're breathing harder, my love. Are you that disgusted, or are you just trying to hide the fact that you love this?

Your slender, lovely hand tries to pull the bandana away. I caught it effortlessly; you're silly to try. It's only amusing me more. This is very… shall we say… cute? "Pan, why don't you let me do the same things to you?"

"What?! You're out of your mind!" You get up. I let you. You ripped off the bandana. At least you're not afraid to show me your body. "I'm… going to go get my father…"

"That would be rather stupid." I shrugged, you stopped heading for the door. What were you going to do, get your father without a thought? I laughed. You hesitated and let go of the doorknob. Something inside of you wants this. I know you of old, Pan, you would've left if you didn't.

"Get out." Your voice shivers. Ooh, you're angry. Can we fight now? I'd like to see you beat me. I'd like to see you try to shove my face in the dirt and taste the ground.

I crossed my legs and yawned; leaning back against her bedpost, "Make me, Pan-Chan. Make me leave."

Your mouth drops. You've got enough Saiya-Jin in you to know when you're being challenged, but you're too stupid to know that I'm so much stronger than you, it doesn't matter.

You look around nervously. No, we don't want Daddy knowing. You're already on guard enough as it is. If only I didn't know that you were with Torankusu. Then, perhaps you would have a chance. But now, you don't have the upper hand, my Love, and you can fight me if you want. If it makes you feel big because you tried. That Son blood. That determination. I love you all the more because right now we are the exact same. We both want something and we're cold enough to fight to take it.

"I can't leave the house… like this." You gesture to your body. I see nothing wrong with it and shrug, getting to my feet.

I leer and hold out my hand. You're glaring at me. Good. Those eyes. That fire. You follow but never took my hand. Soon, you'll regret not taking my act of kindness, for it won't come. However, I cannot help thinking that this is a bit of a masochistic moment for me. You must be cold, my dear. I love looking at you, shivering in the night, trying to ward off my assault, it's so bittersweet. You're failing. You can't block a single blow.

My father's watching. He disapproves. I can tell. If we fight it should be farther away where Gohan won't bother him. Fine. I wait for you to get up. You're bleeding. Maybe I am a bit of a sadist. Fine. We'll do things by Saiya-Jin culture. Your fingers dig in the fresh, damp soil. You're striving to get up. You're coughing up blood, muttering every curse you can think of in every language you know, but you still manage to stagger up.

Beautiful.

That determination. What determination you have, my Love. But you were stupid to begin walking towards me. I cannot let you hurt yourself anymore. Your face is too gorgeous, "No." I whispered, but you heard me. You're now lingering to my every word. Every action. It is a beautiful thing, "Run, Son Paansu. Run."

The game started. You turn. You run. You're tripping over yourself. To make things fair, I don't bother fly. Why waste my energy? You're heaving. It's painful to watch you, my Dear, you're so tired. The sky is getting lighter. You see this for what it is: salvation. When the sky splashes orange and pink my father and I will have to leave. You will definitely go to your father and grandfather. Or, you can come with us. I'll give you the choice. You might shock yourself with your answer.

But now, I have to hurry. I do so hate being rushed, you know that, Pan. It's the last blow when you fall. I cannot take it anymore. I gave you a head start. I followed you around for hours, but love, you just do not have any more energy to fight me and you lost from the start. You were mine the entire time, I was just sick enough to make you believe you had a chance.

You're cold.

You're tired.

You're hungry.

You're scared.

You're hurt.

Your pride hurts.

You're angry.

Degraded.

Belittled.

Beautiful.

I kneel next to you and rest your head in my lap, "I told you to run. I gave you a head start, even. You lost the fight. Pan, that's three strikes. I'm afraid by all laws, you're mine now." I bent my head down to watch your eyes widen. My hair streams down, hiding your face from the moon's gleam. You're lucky. You did accomplish something, though you'll never know you only did it because I love you so, I let you stall and I let you pass this much time. But no, never again will my feelings get in the way. I stroked you, so gently you'd think you were a cat, but now you're my pet and you don't seem to mind.

I know you of old.

You would've struggled more by now.

"Tell me, do you enjoy this attention, Pan-Chan?" I softly ask, wiping a strand of loose hair away from my beloved's face, "I told you I can do so much more for you than Torankusu can. Does he give you this sort of rush, this sort of thrill? What does he do for you? He doesn't have much more than a pretty face."

You're trying to glare at me, but you consider.

"Pan, don't you want to be limitless? You'd be all over me if you weren't afraid. Because of my sex." I hissed, nipping your ear, your flesh, so tender. A treasure people would walk a thousand wastelands to touch. But you don't know this, because you're with my brother. He can't appreciate you.

"Bura," You quietly, finally say, "I don't understand what you really want here. Why are you doing this to me?"

I smirked, you're that dense. One day, you won't be so naïve, Pan, believe me, one day. I help you to sit up, but in the motion, you made another mistake. You let down your guard long enough to sit up right. My lips on yours, mine so hot, so feverish, but yours cold from the night. I'll warm you, my love.

You shake your head against my lips but you have to breathe, or at least that's what you're telling yourself as you're parting your lips, isn't it? I leaned against you more, but you support my weight well. So you do still have some strength. Your eyes are closed, but I want you to open them. I want you to look at me, I want to see your eyes while I do this to you. While I have you. There is no greater intimacy than this. I am torturing you. I am taking you away from yourself and you are becoming me, and in the same time, I'm preserving you, keeping you, so that I never loose you. I am claiming you, Son Pan, you now belong to a Saiya-Jin princess. The emotion is as sweet as vanilla, isn't it? You're trying not to breathe. You're trying not to moan. You want me, you want this, but you've still got too many limits for your own goods. I can take care of that as well.

You're afraid. It's charming. I want you to stay afraid. I never realized you could be so pretty. Under me. In the dirt. While I take liberties you don't want to give. While I touch you, shifting fingers in and out of your sex, while I watch you, while you tilt you head back, just a little bit, never a lot, because I want to see you. I want to watch you.

My hand is still when I see your tears. They flow down your cheeks and you look up at me, begging me to stop and to leave you alone and to go. Begging the god that doesn't exist for this to be a nightmare. I yawned as I watched you. You were happy a moment ago…

I see now.

Gohan is awake, isn't he? He's looking for you and you're trying to power up for him to find you, but he has to think you're protesting to this…

I want you to know something.

I would kill for you. I would do so much for you and if you didn't just prove that you didn't deserve it, by lying, by betraying your feelings and proving you were in sheer denial…

I would kill for you. I love you to an extent but I cannot help but feel the white-hot fury as you cry as if you are a child for your father.

But I cannot hush you. I won't hush you.

I stood to let my father in the distance know that I was done with you. For now.

I will come back one day. When you're ready. When you're worthy again.

My father's look asks me if I got what I wanted.

I nodded and we watched from the darkness as Gohan cradled you to his chest as you cried, as he wrapped his velvet robe around you, as his eyes flickered with a fury.

Daddy looks at me, as if asking me if I want him to occupy Gohan so I can once again have fun with you. But your eyes and the look haunt me and I know that you are not worthy yet for the pleasure I can hand you.

I shook my head and leaned against him. His arm wraps around my waist and the next thing I know, my own father is carrying me home.

You will be worthy again in my eyes soon enough. But if I had you now, it would be like downing acid.

You are too cruel.

I will kill you. I want to kill you. I want you to die. I want you to hurt and scream and bleed and beg until it happens, though. No, your death will not be quick. I want you to dream about it and wake up and shriek until it's all you can think about. Torture. I want to torture you. To torment you. To murder you from the inside and when it's all over, I want you to beg for me to do it. I want you to want your own death. Just so that I can let you slowly die in a pool of your own blood and filth just because you thought, you were arrogant and naïve enough to think, that there are things worse than death and the slow, sick process.

But now, I will fall asleep in my father's arms and the sun will rise upon the Saiya-Jins one day and our era will begin.

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What did you think? I'm thinking it's a one-shot, but I might be persuaded to continue this. If I do continue this, do not think that it is going to end up being Pan/Bura. I'm actually thinking if it's continued, I'd make it Bura/Gokou or something. Anyway, please, review, flames are accepted but usually laughed at and then deleted.