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Beautiful	By : DarkenedChivalry Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 1748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Beautiful
Thursday, 10 April 2003
Beautiful, that what he was to him. Trunks thought to himself as he sat opposite his father at the breakfast table. Resting his head in his palm he dazed dreamily at his dad, the one and only Sayijin Prince �And what on earth are you looking at?� Vejita growled at his son.
�Hmm, oh nothing just daydreaming.� stammered Trunks as he tries a futile attempt to recompose himself.
�I really do fear for your state of mind sometimes boy, I really do.� replied Vejita with a mixture of anger and exasperation.
�I'm sorry father, may I make it up too you by joining you in training this morning?� asked the teenager.
�You want to join me, spar with ME?� laughed Vejita before swallowing a fork full of bacon. �You know very well I never hold back, even against my own blood, hence why you stopped your training with me those many months back.�
�I am aware of that fact father. That why I wish to train with you, to trade blows to challenge and to one day beat you as your son.� Trunks spoke with pride in his tone but with an ulterior motive in his mind.
�Very well son, you have my permission to spar with me, you know where and when.� Vejita spoke as he rose from his chair and wiped his mouth clean of bacon grease. Trunks watched Vejita walk away from the dining room with his usual arrogant stride. He watched as Vejita's muscles flexed as his arms swayed, making his own muscle throb in the process. A flush of red covered Trunks face and a sigh of relief escaped his lips knowing he was lucky that his father could not see scarlet fa�ade.
A Cheshire like grin unfolded across Trunk's face as he contemplated and dwelled on his plans that he hoped to be effective against his father. Arising from his chair at the side of the table, he collected the dishes as he always had done as the orders of his dominant father. Ever since the death of his mother, the blue haired Bulma. His life had been one of almost servitude for his father. His father whose opinion of his son could not get any lower ever since he gave up and let his skills, power and Ki diminish to that even below of that baka Goten� Or so he thought. Trunks entered his bedroom to prepare and change for his spar with his father, changing into long cotton paints and thin singlet he stood looking at his reflection in the full standing mirror. He dreamed and saw his father standing before him, his small but toned and powerful body almost glittering and calling out to Trunks, with the power of his imagination he willed and prayed for it to happen with his fibre of his being `Trunks�Trunks�Trunks�'
�TRUNKS!!!� He snapped out of his pleasure fuelled trance at the bellowing of his father, calling from the anti-gravity room, �Oh shit.� murmured Trunks as he ran down stairs and though the hallway reaching the small metallic room to which his father occupied.
As Trunks stood in the doorway he regretted wearing the cotton training paints, because these would never surface if needed to hide his arousal, which he felt, was eminent. There stood Vejita with sweat dripping down his torso and a towel being throttled in his tight grasrunkrunks looked up and down at his desired object getting more and more jealous of the intimate possession of the towel as it received more affection and embrace than Trunks ever got. �You here to look or you here to fight me, you foolish imbecile.� Spat the proud but evidently impatient Sayijin, trunks nodded without a word and stood before his un-amused mentor. �And what are you waiting for a written invitation?� Vejita grunted. Trunks needed no elaboration on what his father was referring too, as he clenched his fists and felt the power surging in his body, power so great that it overtook the sensations he was feeling for the man that stood before him. The room cackled and shone with electricity emanating from the youth, the ocean blue in his eyes flashed and morphed to that of jade. His purple mane stood upright flashing and changing to gold, his demeanour along with his muscles and pride expanded and overtook his previous disposition.
�About time, you know very well patience is a virtue I do not posses� Vejita spoke as he concentrated and transformed mimicking his sons actions to that of a Super Sayijin. Behind Trunks's gaze of concentration and focus on his father his heart skipped a beat, all the while trying to subdue his rising heat for his father. Before Trunks released that his father's towel had hit the floor, he felt his ribs crack and poke his lungs with an almighty strike from Vejita, �FOOL!� he growled into Trunks face acknowledging his carelessness and stating his weakness in the process. Trunks was filled with a mixture pain and pleasure, pain feeling his body break and bruise internally but pleasure that it was his father administering the beating. Trunks smiled to himself and let out a unheard moan as his body was flung into the opposite wall while his father walked methodically towards is beaten and punished son.
Trunks could not hide the overwhelming build up from beneath his trousers but to his surprise and joy it was making him stronger more so than he had ever felt before, looking down at massive and evident bulge between his legs he gritted his teeth and speed towards his father pinning him to the wall, �I'm impressed child, you surprise me.� Vejita spoke casually with a hint of malice in his voice, looking down at the prementment his son had him in he scoffed and broke free easily with his vastly superior strength. The two warriors stood and faced each other one with a more different plan. Vejita rushed at his what he thought helpless son but shocked when his advance was evaded and reversed. Trunks spun behind his father taking and locking his arm behind his back in a stereotypical wrestling hold. Vejita tried but failed to break free his eyes widened with surprise knowing very well that his own son had been holding back all these times. With one hand pinning his father's forearms to his upper back his other hand explored and traced the silhouette and shape of his fathers toned frame, subtly running his fingers from his ribs to mid back grinning insanely, �By the Gods name what are you doing?! I know and regret raising a weakling but I never was aware I lived with a pervert of this magnitude.� Vejita hissed though furious lips.
�Be quiet father I plain on being gentle, or maybe not I haven't quite decided yet.� purred Trunks as his fingers slide down the loose fitting material of his fathers shorts.
�TRUNKS! BY THE GODS STOP THIS INSANITY.� yelled Vejita as he felt his son's fingers curl around his manhood, Trunks grinned and forced his father to bend over his palm slowly massaging his long but flaccid shaft. Not at all effected by the fondling of his flesh and blood, with one whip of his wrist Trunks ripped the cover of his fathers nether regions to shreds and discard the remains to the floor, Vejita, bent over naked and open to his son's whim could do nothing wait and foresee is son's desires. With his hand taken away from his father's sex he slid down his own pants exposing his engorged shaft. Vejita could feel the bulbous head of his son's penis rubs up against his inner thighs raising upwards towards the one place he could not and would not tolerate it entering. Trunks hands where on the exploring frenzy again, this time circling and caressing the shape of his father's buttocks and dropping to cradle and cup Vejita's balls. The head of his penis grew and throbbed wanting as Trunks did to enter and pillage his fathers exposed opening.
His foreplay ended as Trunks without warning thrust his sex into his father's backside, with savage rage of the proverbial rapist, Trunks forced and ripped though Vejita's hole. �I'M GOING TO KILL YOU BOY, YOU HEAR ME!!!� Vejita screamed with pain and anger feeling himself getting molested by his teenage son. As the attack went on and on Trunks smiled turned to a grin, feeling the power and dominance in the rape of his father. Feeling the intensity grow and pulsate in his crotch Trunks speed his attack thrusting his sex violently in and out of his fathers secret ( up till now ) place, �Father.. I am coming father, do you wish for me to come inside you dear dad?�
�TRUNKS!!� wailed Vejita as he felt himself being ripped and torn open, �I'll take that as a yes then, shall I?� mocked Trunks as he exploded inside his tormented father. Trunks laughed and released his father who he thought would attack to kill after being released, but all he saw was his father, naked huddled helpless with a glazed and empty expression on his face trying to comprehend what had just happened. Laying in the mystery of the event, his eyes blinked feeling what could only be described a warm gel-like substance escape his backside and run down his inner thighs. His eyes closed his face wept, he was defeated.
Trunks smiled and kissed his father's forehead before standing to walk away in his father's proud arrogant royal stride. The only word to escape his grinning lips was simply. �Beautiful.�
~*~
END..
Vejtia sat alone naked and cold in the confinements of the training room. His expression blank, his mind chaotic, with the images and feelings of what had befallen him. His cheeks moist from the tears that he had shed and still shedding with each disturbing thought being remembered. It had been 5 days since the incident with his own son. Being raped and taken by what he thought to be a weak and pitiful Saiyajin. He was wrong that flesh and blood in the form of the purple haired youth was anything but pitiful and weak, but taking after his father in everyway.
More days went by where nothing but sleep over took the prince, his eyes closed but his as as aware and tortured as it ever had been. Vejitas brain flashed back to all that had tormented him in his life, that of being abducted by the maniacal and sanely challenged Frieza, being his slave and proverbial lapdog doing all his biding with the remaining Saiyajin's, Nappa and Raditzu. The longer the former dark prince remained in the cold claustrophobic room the more he dwelled on the lilac haired demon, Trunks.
Vejitas body trembled with the breeze that was being pumped though the air conditioning. His now unruly hair was falling into his broad forehead forcing his eyes to open for the firs time in days. As his eyes blinked away the temporary blindness, his ears started to take in the sounds all around him especially that of a loud metallic knock being heard outside the room.
�Father, are you awake?� said the familiar and mocking voice coming from behind the thick steel door.
Vejtia eyes widened and his fists slowly clenched hearing the depraved tone of voice of the perverted youth.
�Dear father you cannot lock yourself in there forever' added the boy
Vejtia lay broken and speechless unable to muster a singe syllable to retort back to his cocky son. With each word thrown at him though the thickness of the door the more the Prince gets angered and furious. With his confidence shattered and strength in doubt, Vejtia does nothing but shut of his mind to the remarks and questions of his close tormentor.
Trunks sat outside the locked door to where his father lay. An upward blow of his soft lips sending his lavender hair back away from his soft blemish free face. Over the days of his fathers solitude a change had begin to arise and aflame in the young boy of eighteen. As the young warrior sits, he grows bored waiting for any sign of a change in his father. A large grin appears on his face as he reaches down to take a hold of a large glass of brandy, to which he swirls before taking a large drink.
Swapping the large glass to his other hand, Trunks knocks musically with his knuckles across the huge door separating the two Saiyajin's.
�Oh father, are we awake yet or are we still wailing in self-pity?� laughs the now arrogant trunks.
As he downs the last of his strong drink he throws the glass into the wall as pure bliss overcomes his body. Trunks sighs with a smile as his hands run down his chest as his head drops backwards to rest on the chair. Taking a hold of the small buttons on his shirt the youth slowly undoes each, slowly and sensually. As his mind replays the events from more than a week past. His hands separate his silk shirt revealing his broad athletic chest, a sigh escapes his dry lips as his fingers flick and rub his now hard nipples. A small `heh' flee `s from his mouth thinking of his father. His mind wonders to that of Vejitas tight behind and succulent sex.
Trunk's hand slide down his tight blue jeans and caress his tight and obvious bulge, while his other still plays and pinches his bullet hard nipple. With his sexual hunger raising he rips open his jeans releasing his engorged monster. With his mind aflutter of sexual imagery of him taking and molesting his dear old dad, his hand slowly massages and tugs his long member, with every movement of his own loving hand upon his hard and wanting penis a moan escapes his lips. His soft moist tongue slides and strokes his lips, making them moist and sexual and wanting more.
Trunks fingers curl and scratch the pulsing veins inside his throbbing organ, more sighs and moans of unbridled pleasure escape from the understated aroused man. The teeth of the youth bite and piece his bottom lip feeing the subtle taste of his own blood tickle his tongue. Trunks stands and faces the door as he massages and jerks his rock hard feeling his climax speed, before speaking out load.
�This is what you do to me father, I want you, I need you� he yells with one hand against the chilly exterior of the door.
Vejtia winces and holds his hands to his ears hearing and knowing what his son is doing behind closed doors. Trunks head falls and rests on the door making his long hair fall into and brush his face, his hand works and pumps his beating sex, the boys mouth widens as he feels his member pulsate and almost quiver, with that his sex opens and blows fourth a hot stream of semen down the door.
Trunks collapses and sits cross-legged with his still hard penis still in his hand, he watches as his juice drips down the wall. With a smile creeping upon his lips he drops to his back and chuckles before speaking.
�Come out father, you know you want this, and this is what awaits you, come and be mine and mine alone�

It was cold and empty, Vejitas mind and location was starting to become the same place. The small room contained the small naked Saiyajin was driving him vacant and distraught, drops and insanity was growing and breeding with his sons voice pumped into the room methodically by the purple haired demon himself. The once proud prince could not defend himself from the barrage of images and words being flung at him from behind closed doors by his demonic son.
Vejtia sits back upon the wall his eyes wide and dry from the tears that have flowed. His mind still bare with all that he can't understand of what he never expected nor wanted. The mocking voice can still be heard this way in the form of personal and degrading insults.
�Oh father, how defeated how must feel, first Gokou then Frieza and of course how bad you must have felt when Gohan at the age 0f 12 defeated that fool Cell when you were no match whatsoever, how so pitiful�
With all his pilled losses being verbally hurled into his face something snapped inside the Prince, his heart raced and his chest swelled. Vejtia could feel hi Ki rising with every passing second, the captivity of the room was nothing that could hold the powerful and now angry Saiyajin. The room starts to shine with a bright golden aura being emanated from Vejtia, his fury is magnified as his eyes transform to a gorgeous jade. His signature evil smirk makes a return to his face, as he stands and covers his privates with the previously discarded towel.
The dark confused Vejtia runs his fingers though his disorderly hair as he walks towards the far wall; with his palm spread across the large high wall he screams releasing a Ki blast destroying the barrier. Clearing aside the crumbling rubble with a wave of his hand Vejita walks on and away from the building that was once home.
Trunks laughed feeling the room, which he guards, disintegrate and fall. Trowing his head back in a fit of laughter he is aware that his father is walking away and soon to be gone from the premises.
�Oh father you may have your space, but you will be back, I know it' sighed the boy as he stands and walks away from the hallway.
Vejita closes his eyes and breathes in the fresh air around him before taking to the skies in a powerful comet of gold. Shooting though the clouds at high speed with one hand on his loosely fitting towel, he guides himself towards the son residence to that of Gokou and Chichi.
As he speeds though the heavens, the descriptions and emotion of his son is sent though his frame causing it to bubble and fume in pure outrage, his body discharges a flare of pure golden power sending his velocity to a pinnacle. Vejitas pace takes him straight to the small cabin of his counterpart. Landing with ease the Prince looks at the undersized cottage before him and walks slowly towards. The cool breeze around him tickles and swills around torso and blow up his towel and delights his semi-exposed manhood.
Vejtia walks and reaches the door before knocking once and kicking it flat down. Gokou and Chichi can only watch as the Saiyajin prince enters their house with unrestrained commotion.
�Vejtia!' whined Gokou seeing his front door now off its hinges.
�You know Vejita you don't have to knock so hard' added the irritated chichi
�This is not a social call you fools� spat the aggravated Saiyajin.
Without saying another word, Vejtia walked towards the rather confused Gokou and glared at him face to face with a questionable smirk plastered on his face. Out of nowhere the dark Prince strikes him square across the face with extreme force sending him crashing into the wall.
�GOKOU!� Cries chichi as she sees her husband being pounded into the kitchen wall.
Vejtia walks to the fallen hero reaching down and grabbing him around the neck, lifting him up with a single hand, and then proceeds to lock his lips to his in a deep rough kiss. Gokou manages to break his lips free of Vejitas for a split second to mutter a few words.
�V..Vejtia, what are you doing?� stammers the disorderly Saiyajin.
�Shut your mouth you fool, and do what your told,� yelled his overruling prince. Before taking a hold of Gokus chin and holding it tight so he cannot escape his oral assault.
As Vejitas lips lock and ravage pillage Gokus own lips he feels a slight small irritating pounding upon his bare back. He growls having to break his kiss, discovering chichi futile attempt to stop him as she pounds her tiny fists against him.
�BE GONE YOU SLUT' howled Vejita waving his hand back furiously sending, the tiny woman crashing into the corner of the room.
The princes lips lock and suck violently upon Gokus, a bigger grin reveals itself upon Vejitas face as he opens wide and bites hard on Gokus lip, a gush of blood flows into Vejitas mouth as he laps and swallows it up with satisfaction. His hand releases Gokus chin only to move down and strike him hard in the stomach then move upward to rip open his Gi, he feels Gokus ineffective tries to free himself to which he answers with blows to his kidneys.
�Stop fighting you Baka! You want this I know you do,� roared Vejita feeling Gokou fight harder.
With more quick and powerful punches to his midsection to wind the helpless hero, Vejitas hands pillage and scratch Gokus chest only to grab twist and pinch his nipples. Screams can be heard escaping from the princes captive which makes Vejitas eyes widen with fury, reaching to his left the evil prince takes a large towel which he stuffs into Gokus mouth to shut him up.
�Some say silence is golden, I prefer muffled cries myself' laughs Vejita.
Vejita returns his attention to Gokus nipples, which are now red and sore from Vejitas harshness, his lips and mouth now make contact with the surprisingly erect nipple. At first his mouth is sensual and almost loving but that turns too raw lust and desire with the clamp of his teeth tightly around its hardness. A slight quiet moan can be heard escaping from Gokus gagged mouth, which Vejita retorts with a growl.
A subtle cry can be heard from the corner of the room and then a slight smell in the air which both takes Vejitas attention, looking over to the small womawlinwling in the corner, Vejita bellows at her seeing a large puddle forming where she sits.
�YOU DISGUSTING WENCH� he yells in the direction of the trembling Chichi.
Ignoring for now the soiled w he he focuses back on Gokou by reaching to his left and grabbing a knife from a block, taking the blade to Gokus chest he cuts down from his torso downwards to his navel, leaving a thin long slice and a trail of scarlet blood staining his musclier body. He drops the warrior from the wall and grasp of his fingers around his windpipe, to hold the long steel knife across his throat while his mouth connects to his torso. Lapping up and drinking the trail of blood Vejitas tongue slightly enters Gokus flesh to rip open and extend his wound. his his mouth fills with the red liquid his heart beats faster demanding more from the demonic prince. Vejita stands face to face with Gokou once again pressing him hard against the wall with his palm across his deep wound forcing more blood to exist his frame.
�Do you know what its like to be someone property?' He asks inquisitively to Gokou.
�Well you will now, for I am your prince, you belong to me' adds the sadistic Saiyajin.
With that he raises the knife to Gokus forehead and cuts a deep capital �V� sending another torrent of blood to escape his draining body.
�For you are mine, and I shall take you to show your total insignificance� spits Vejita in the ear of the wailing hero.
�Playtime is over now its time I finished this'
Letting Gokou free of his grasp to fall upon his knee, Vejita smirks seeing his rival drop to his knee wheezing for breath. Not saying a word Gokou looks up at his now master and gives a gaze of pure conquered obedience. The dark Saiyajin smirks down at Gokou, as he now knows his place at the feet of his prince removing the fabric gag from his move. He nods in acceptance of Vejitas actions Taking a hold of his wrists Vejita binds them behinds Gokus back taking a position behind him. With one hand Vejita pins Gokus arms up by his shoulder blades as his other hand rips apart his pants leaving Gokus behind open and revealed to the wanting prince. Throwing off his own coverage, Vejita guides his hard long shaft straight and quick into Gokus tight opening.
Gokou screams feeling his small-unentered hole being ripped open and torn asunder by Vejitas girth. Disliking the pitiful screams Vejita pounds on Gokus lower back with his fist as he strides inside him with quicker pace, Gokus eyes closes as tears well up and gush down his face, Vejita laughs as his actions become faster and rougher.
�Yes, yes cry for me bitch, I want to hear your cries and plea's, weep for your almighty prince and master� wailed Vejita with his head thrown back ecstasy.
As Vejita rode Gokou with ease he turned his attention to chichi as she watching with wide eyes and fear at what would happen next
�You whore get your soiled slut ass over here� ordered the prince.
Chichi shook her head slowly not wanting to be near the horrid Saiyajin.
�NOW YOU FUCKING LITTLE BITCH, DO AS I FUCKING TELL YOU� yelled Vejita at the top of his lungs.
Chichi wept more violently as she started to obey and crawl on hands and knees towards Vejtia then stoping beside her helpless husband looking at him as she broke down in pure disbelief. Vejita groans and yells as he feels himself reach his royal climax.
�You want me to fill you, with my royal seed, do you think you are worthy you fool�.
�NOOO!' yells the small weak house wife.
�Oh so you want it do you, if you want it then you shall have it� answers the prince.
�Then so be it you bitch� adds the angered fuelled Saiyajin.
Vejtia rips himself out from Gokus backside and reaches out and grabs chichi by the hair and shoves his thick and throbbing manhood straight down her throat, causing her to gag and swallow as he ejaculates with volume down her oesops. Hs. He laughs as he fills and chokes the life out of her hearing her gag for air. He pushes her head so his entire manhood is deep inside keeping it there until all her windpipe is filled and her body void of life.
With her body limp and gone he throws her aside and looks straight at Gokou shaking his head, Vejita smirks as he pulls the corpse of the son wife towards him and runs his hands up he cooling thighs and grabs her wet soiled panties, pulling them down and holding them in his hands he take as deep sniff before throwing them at Gokou still weeping silently.
�A little souvenir of this night, a keepsake if you will, death and defeat has never smelt so sweet�. Laughs Vejtia
He takes his towel from the floor and starts to walk away, seeing Gokou taking a hold of his dead wife wiping away the trail of fresh semen from her lips. Looking at Gokou for one final time before leaving he hears five words escape his parched lips just before Vejita turns and leaves.
�Gightight my dark prince�

Vejtia walked onwards away from the devastated household, leaving the now deceased Chichi and tormented and abused Gokou. The breeze brushing his naked sweaty body. His maniacal grin still at home on his face as his eyes catch attention of yet another familiar face. Gohan walks towards Vejita with his usual cheerful smile, a wave of hello passes from Gohan but receiving no gesture in return as Vejita merely mumbles to himself, as the picture of his son enters his mind
�Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me,� whispers though the lips of the Saiyajin prince.
As the two warriors path cross Gohan looks behind him wondering what was wrong with Vejita and more so why was he naked?
�Uh Vejita something wrong?' Gohan asks while adverting his eye's from the princes exposed member.
Vejita stops dead in his track and turn slowly around to face the young boy showing his crooked grin as he tilts his head. A laugh escapes his mouth as he runs his swift tongue across his lips before speaking.
�Oh Gohan my dear boy, I wouldn't walk in there if I was you, you wont like what you see� with the smirk on his he exerted.
Gohan's eyes grew wide as if he could sense the turmoil in the air. Running toward and entering his house he screams. Vejita sits on a tree stump laughing to himself seeing the poor boy discover for himself.
�Father? What happened, did Vejita do this?� Gohan drops to his knees seeing his bloodied father, stiffing the tears that are building up.
Gohan's attempts to hold back his tears are now futile as he sees his mother, dead and legs apart her sex bare to her son's eyes. Gohan ruses to the cold strewn body of his mother, picking it up and cradling it swinging back and fourth as if to push life back into her.
Gohan's eye's swell and drip tears onto the cool pale face of his dead mother, his gentle fingers sweep her face clear of hair. He looks to his left at his father still dazed confused and speechless. A scowl appears on Gohan's looking at the man he knows did this, his own self proclaimed prince, Vejtia.
Vejtia sits and mummers to himself looking at the house and hearing the pleas and cries of the hysterical youth.
�Open up your hate, and let it flow into me� Vejita somewhat sings to himself.
Gohan's wailing turns into fury induced golden power as he shoots upward and though the wooden house, with his hair aflame with rage he dives and grabs the laughing insane Vejtia. Holding him by the throat sending him crashing into tree Gohan uses all his unmatched power to try and topple the prince, as Vejita just lets him and laughs.
�You cannot hurt me, Gohan,� he laughs.
Vejita pushes him aside sending him into the side of the house with a crash. With a smile Vejita walks to the fallen boy and keels before him.
�Oh Gohan, with time you will know how I and now you own father does, speaking of whom' Vejita speaks while gesturing to the opening of the house. Gokou appears hobbling with a glazed expression on face speaking something under his breath.
�I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me�
The prince laughs and shakes his head at Gokus little speech as he puts his attention to the downed Gohan, running his fingers up Gohan's leg and inside his thigh while gently pulling down Gohan's Gi, Gokou stands and knows what is going to transpire to his son and with his weakness all he can do is watch.
Vejitas hand moves up Gohan's bare leg and up to his underwear he laughs noticing the boys obvious erection.
�ohanohan what brought this on, was it the sight of your father or you mothers exposed pussy�
Trying to free himself of Vejitas grasp Gohan struggles with no point, as the prince sends his knuckled fist straight into his ribs shattering them to pieces. As the boy gasps for breath he feels Vejitas fingers curl around his hard member.
�Just so you know boy, I dislike you, I loathe you, I am sick at the mere sight of you irritating presence, but I am in a generous mood and I am not going to kill a virgin, the fact that you are a virgin is as obvious as your father idiocy� spits Vejita as he sits on Gohan's thighs.
Vejita shakes off his urges as his fingers slide past the base of Gohan's sex, cupping his tight balls. His fingers clasp and tighten making the boy scream in pain feeling his testicles being squeezed in a vice like grip.
�I really have no time for this, you are not even worthy of any type of embrace from me your prince, but I will leave you with something, so you know and can feel what you so desire�
With that Vejita with one almighty rip tore Gohan's sex straight of his body holding above the boy, while he pleaded and prayed for mercy, crying seeing his father looking at them both with a faint lost empty smile on his lips.
Gohan cried and screamed feeling his gaping wound pump and bellow blood, pleading and praying for end of his pain, the satanic Vejita could only laugh holding his torn sex and testicles above the boy, letting drip by drip of his own blood stain his white shirt. The dark prince was not known for his patience and on this day it was running short, taking a hold of Gohan's sides he flips him over and pulls his jeans and underwear straight down past his feet.
�This will hurt you more than it will hurt me, because it will rather please me seeing you in such pain� Vejita spat at the helpless youth.
Taking a hold of the still stiff organ Vejita parts the boy's legs and without warning thrusts it inside the boy's virgin hole. Inserting it as deep as it will go, Vejita stands and huffs at the pathetic boy laying beneath him as he kicks him away, seeing a small traumatized smile spread across the lips of Gokou Vejita smiles himself at this site.
Vejita reaches down and takes Gohan's trousers throwing them on to mask his nudity. Walking onwards he leaves this place to travel onwards to bigger and better things. Vejitas eyes are distracted by a figure in hooded coat, walking towards him, the figure look at Vejita and smiles before speaking
�It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes
The world is a scary place
Now that I've woken up the demon in you�
Vejtia smiles more and embraces the figure then proceeds to kiss his lips deeply.
�I love you� speaks Vejita with a wide smile.
�And I love you too�. Father'�.

The two walked a few steps gazing into each other's eyes, Vejtia swooped his hands back across trunks forehead taking the hood away from his head.
�Oh son, don't hide that lilac mane of yours� Vejita said with a slight frown.
Trunks smiled a small almost mad smile whilst looking down somewhat at his shorter father.
�I knew you would come around father, we are as one, we are destined to be together. Forever�
Vejtia just nodded and walked onwards, now taking his sons hand holding it tightly. Sensing what each other were thinking they both ducked and shoot off straight into the air, Vejitas gold trail mixing with trunks grey as they spiralled together as one. The two Saiyajin held each other close as they flew onwards; Vejitas head lay atop of trunks chest as he closes his jade eyes feeling the routine beat of his son's heart. Trunks pulls his father upwards so they are face to face with a mirror like smile on their faces, they don't hesitate to kiss deeply once again. As their mouths lock together deeply and lovingly there bodies spin and rotate though the air at high speeds, mentally making there way back to Capsule Corps.
There lips release from each other for a brief moment as the boy whispers atop his father mouth.
�Father you have the scent of blood on your body, I love it. It is the bodies naturel perfume�
Vejtia shook his head and placed his finger across his son's lips to stop him from talking, before replacing his finger with his own lips. Their speed increases along with the passion being contained in their oral union. Trunks hands were taking a hold a firm grip of his fathers back, holding him close and tight to his own body.
In their loving embrace the two males flew onwards towards their destination, there home. Hovering high above the city and over its inhabitants, the two men descend with their arms around each other and land in the back green yard of the large sphere shaped building.
�Come father its is time for us to start anew� trunks spoke to Vejita walking slowly.
As the two walked down the path boarded by lines of roses and differing floral, there hands held together. Upon entry to there comfortable and warm home trunks turned to his father and ran his hand across his blooded moist chest and shook his head.
�Once a warrior always a warrior, aren't you father, not that I dislike your fruitful aroma but wouldn't a steaming bath sound tempting?� Asked the curious youth sweeping his finger across and tracing Vejitas cheek.
�Indeed it does son, indeed it does' spoke Vejita with a smile as he opens up trunks silk shirt.
The now smiling Saiyajin prince ever so carefully removes the silk cover over his son's chest; dropping it to the floor he pushes his palm against his chest forcing him backwards. Leading him back into the large bathroom they stop in its marble interior, trunks loots at his father with a grin and ducks down and slides down his fathers trousers.
�There are no need for those anymore, nor will there be for quite some time' spoke trunks throwing the pants into the laundry hamper in the corner.
Vejtia laughed a little feeling his pants sliding away, as he takes his sons hand again rasing him up once again. Vejitas hand runs across trunks chest in a circular motion as a moan is emitted from the boy's mouth, as is fingers drop from his torso down to his stomach, trunks knows where is father is heading and what actions are on his mind as he feels his zipper undo and open wide.
With his zipper wide open his dress pants fall right down to his ankles revealing his silk expensive boxers. As Vejita stands the naked trunks could only smile and expel a small laugh as they both drowned in the sensuality of the moment.
Trunks reaches behind him and turns on the hot faucet of the large marble bath, as the water commences to flow a statue holding a vase erupts to life sending a wave of water from the white polished vase.
The two men climbed into the bath hand in hand, with matching smiles still obvious on their faces.
�If I don't need mine then you wont need yours son� spoke Vejita as he slide down trunks boxer shorts before making contact with the relaxing water.
The two men slide into the vast size of the bath feeling the water raise and cover their bodies, as the heat rises there eyes close. There embrace becomes closer as there hands still tother, trunks head falls atop of Vejitas chest feeling the subtle build up of moisture, as he looks down seeing the blood flow from his chest and trail into the bath turning it to a light crimson. Trunks lilac hair flows atop the water and runs down Vejitas chest as they smile as father and son, together again.

Vejita and his only son trunks, lay peacefully together in each other�s arms in the hot steaming bath. There eyes closes and their hands held, as the water rises below their throats. A sigh of tranquillity escapes the lips of the young male as he looks towards his father. His father relaxed beyond relief sense his son�s eyes upon him and returns the gaze, with a smile and a soft caress of the teenagers� cheek. Trunks surprisingly blushes at the soft subtle touch. Vejita lets out a small laugh before pressing his lips against his sons, gently licking and embracing trunks lips.

Their soft sensual kiss continues, Vejita feels trunks moist warm hand upon his cheek and his thumb stroking with love. Their lips stay sucking and pressed together, Vejita's mouth takes in a portion of water and he grins tasting a hint of blood. As their kiss deepens the Sayijin prince pushes the small amount of tainted water into his sons mouth, so he may taste his fathers previous victories. Trunks licks his lips savouring the scarlet flavour. The young demi-Sayijin moves his hand down to his father�s chest, to which he massages and caresses gently. Vejita's hand and fingers roam and intertwine with trunks lilac hair pushing him and his lips closer, to which he pushes his tongue deep though separating and moistening trunks lips.

Trunks let�s his father take the control he was so used to in the past, while his fingers flick and twist the princes nipple. With a moan of slight pain Vejita�s head arches back his bottom lip making contact with his sons upper lip. Loving the noises and expression of his father, trunks drops his hand down his father�s powerful body. His warm fingers run down to Vejita's abdomen rubbing and massaging his tone six-pack, meanwhile trunks hungry lips grab and lock onto his fathers upper lip, forcing them into another deep embrace.

Vejita's abs were toned and shaped under Trunks fingers, as they slide lower to his groin and preceded to curl and tickle the underside of his thick shaft. Vejita had no choice but to break away slightly from the kiss to groan with a rush of elation, as he felt his son�s hand massaging his ever-growing manhood. Trunks lips drop to his father�s neck where he kisses deeply applying pressure with his teeth, leaving his own special mark upon his Beautiful father. Vejita gives in to his sons forwardness allowing him to do as he pleases, as he feels more pressure on his neck, he grinds his teeth as his flesh is almost pieced. The prince�s manhood gets equal but more gentle attention as its fondled and caressed from its tip to its base.

Trunks head lowers more to Vejita's chest, where he lays soft loving kisses around and against his father�s now hard nipple. All the while the boys fingers tighten their grip and pumping action on the now plentiful manhood of his father, Vejita drops his head back and bites his lip at the pure pleasure arising in his loins. With one hand he caress and massages his sons back as his lips are still making contact with the Princes torso. Trunks fingers slide downwards to cup and caress Vejita's balls, rolling his scrotum between his fingers ejecting more satisfied noises from his father. Vejita's voice grew loud as his orgasmic massage increased, knowing much of this treatment would make his climax even more inevitably quicker.

With his head hung over the side of the bath, Vejita gets an upside down view of the room, from the large open shower to the fogged up mirror, his eyes close before seeing the large expensive marble tiles making up the floor. More moans and words of encouragement flow from his mouth, as he feels his sex throb and swell beneath the tight quick grasp of Trunks. Vejita's lip is once again bitten hard and pieced from the sensual action on his manhood, to which extends and ejects its manly fluid. Trunks stops and smiles at his father feeling the motion between his fingers, before looking down again seeing the creamy fluid float to the top of the warm water.

Vejita smiles and catches his breath looking deeply into the eyes of his violet haired son, he stands out from the bath standing exposed and naked. Trunks nods seeing his father reach out for his hand, gesturing him to exit the expensive large bath. Trunks takes the hand of his father and steps out of the warm water, with a curious yet delighted smile upon face. The two Sayijin�s stand in front of each other, before Vejita drops to his knees and starts to kiss up trunks leg, his tongue sweeping up and around with his mouth. The dark prince kisses more upward with haste, from his knee to his thigh to gently make contact with his mushroom head.

Vejita's tongue sweeps like a snake around the soft sensitive tip, before darting in and out of the small slit. Taking a hold of his son�s defined arse he kisses gently the head of his sons penis before slowly bringing it fourth into his hot mouth. His lips and tongue presume their actions caressing the hard long shaft in his mouth, within a few minutes Vejita can feel his own previously spent manhood grow and widen. Pulling his mouth free of his sons cock he licks away the trail of saliva connecting the two. He stands again eye-to-eye with the lilac haired beauty known as trunks, before placing his hands on his waits and slowly turning him around.

Trunks knowing what his on his fathers mind, submits and releases total control. Trunks grins and intuitively bends over, his face smiling in the large sink. Vejita grins to himself seeing his submissive son do as he wishes without verbal direction; he does so before spreading apart the musclier buttocks before him. Slowly guiding his hard wanting sex towards the now revealed virgin puckered hole, Vejita pushes with protest from the tightness of the small entry, eventually pushing all his manhood into the cramped compact passage. Trunks cringes and clenches his fist at the pain before it stops as his father impedes at his hilt. Before Trunks has time to relax, his father slides and pounds quicker than what the teenager would have liked, a small tear drips from the demi-Sayijin�s eye, as his small growing hole is pillaged. Trunks in slight pain clenches his eyes with his fist but groans in the painful pleasure, constantly directed by his dark father.

Vejita paces onwards inside his knowingly wanting son, while his fingers digs into his hips at the same time as his piston like action takes place. 5 minutes turn to 10 as 10 to 30 while 30 turn to 60, all the while trunks cries and wails for more that his father can give him. The dark prince himself screams at the incestuous pleasure as he pumps harder and harder into the desiring demi-male. The toll of his actions eventually and inevitably catches up to Vejita before he cries to the ceiling at the same time as ejaculating inside his warrior son. Vejita wraps his arms around the panting breathless teenager, his head falling atop his lower back while his softening sex lay inside the in lighted passage.

Sighing with a pleasure-arisen smile, Vejita pops himself slowly out of his son�s seemingly impenetrable hole. Trunks turns to face his father, this time he takes his hand and leads him to the shower. Upon entry, trunks turns the cool �warm water on letting their bodies relax and sooth under the light rain. The two warriors embrace once again before drowning in each other�s eyes, Trunks sweeps back his father hair before speaking.

�Vejita, my equal, my prince, my father�My lover�
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