My flesh my blood

Tenth Chapter


“What—what do you want of me?” Trunks asked with a quivering voice.

The man upon him just took hold of a handful of his purple hair and yanked his head backward painfully, exposing his throat in the process. The boy let a cry escape at the harsh movement, making Goku smirk in contentment. The saiyan man lowered himself more fully over the lithe boy under him, bringing his mouth to the youth’s exposed neck.

“What I want from you… you cannot give of your own free will, but I can take it, and I will take it. I will have you!”

Goku then bit down on Trunks’ shoulder, tearing deep into the flesh. Trunks screamed in pain as blood gushed out of the open wound. The taller saiyan attached his mouth to the little blood-fount and sucked hard on it; making tears spring to Trunks’ eyes.

Goku let go of the wound and looked up into the boy’s face again. Trunks was shaking all over, and was trying desperately to hold back his tears.

“You’re too proud to cry? We’ll remedy to that… I know exactly how to shatter pride.” Goku said with a knowing smile.

Trunks shot him a glare.

“You’re nothing but scum! A fucking monster!” Trunks shouted angrily.

Before Goku could reply, the kid spat in his face. The full-blooded saiyan stayed stoic as he wiped the saliva off his cheek, but his look soon changed to one of raging hatred.

Trunks was about to let out another insult when Goku backhanded him, hard. The half-saiyan reeled from the shock, mind completely numb from the pain.

Goku looked to the side at Vegeta, who was gritting his teeth and shaking.

“I really didn’t expect he’d be so like you Vegeta! But it angers me; you shouldn’t have raised him like that.”

The tall one turned back his attention to his victim, who was still dazed, and looked down evilly at the boy’s naked chest.

Trunks’ head hurt badly, and his vision was blurred. He tried to shake the dizziness away, but to no avail. Suddenly, pain shot from his left breastplate, and blood started to pour out. Then another wound was opened, just under the other one. Trunks’ sight finally cleared and he looked down.

Just as the young one’s eyes met Goku’s, the tall saiyan bit down again right into the last wound. Pain filled Trunks’ body and he cried out. The tall saiyan then bit down lower, again tearing open the skin and tissues, making blood flow. Trunks screamed until his throat was sore, as the sharp saiyan teeth kept digging everywhere into this chest. The tears made their ways down his cheeks, disappearing in the blood that had pooled under him.

Vegeta’s eyes were also filled with tears, which threatened to pour down also at the horrible sight before him. His son would clearly faint now at any moment, and death would surely come from the lack of blood. Goku had stopped biting down, and just contented himself in licking up the red fluid that smeared all Trunks’ torso.

Vegeta turned his head backward brusquely as he felt something touch him.

There stood Dende, ki lowered to zero so no one would feel him. The little namek motioned for him to stay silent. Vegeta nodded and lowered his ki also as Dende began to heal him the fastest he could.

~ I have a plan to get rid of that son of a bitch… You heal the others and tell them to go away, the farther they can…~ Vegeta thought, hoping the little God would read his mind.

Dende just nodded and focused on his task. Vegeta was soon completely healed and stood up quietly. Goku was still too busy to notice him, fortunately.

Vegeta looked at Trunks, who was now unconscious. The saiyan prince rushed behind Goku the faster he could without levelling up. Just as the taller one turned his head from the noise, Vegeta powered up to Super Saiyan 2 and hit him hard on the head, knocking him unconscious.

“Hurry! We don’t have much time!” Vegeta yelled at Dende, who ran to Trunks.

The little namek healed the half-saiyan’s wounds and headed toward Gohan, who was smiling with relief. Vegeta went to Piccolo’s body and shook him awake unceremoniously. Soon Gohan was healed and Piccolo had both Trunks and Goten securely in his arms.

“Go away, all of you; I’ll take care of Kakarott.” Vegeta declared.

“No way we’re letting you fight alone! You can’t possibly win Vegeta!” Gohan exclaimed.

“There’s no time to talk, but don’t worry, I don’t intend on fighting him. Go as far as you can get, if you don’t, you’ll die.”

Vegeta turned his back on them and walked to Goku’s body, ki rocketing dangerously around him.

“But—” Gohan tried to argue, but Piccolo interrupted him.

“I know what Vegeta’s up to… we have to go.” He said with a slight smile.

Gohan sighed, but nodded, taking Goten out of Piccolo’s grasp, the boy still unconscious. They all flew away quickly.

“What is he going to do?” Gohan asked.

Piccolo close his eyes for a second and sighed.

“Vegeta is going to sacrifice himself to kill Goku… it’s the only way.”

Gohan looked hurt and stopped his flight. Dende, who was following them, stopped also and looked at him with a kind smile.

“Don’t worry, we can wish him back.”

“Yeah… I guess you’re right.”

***

Vegeta walked toward Goku’s still unconscious form. He forced his power to its limits, a devastating energy slowly building up inside him.

“The only thing I regret in killing you like this Kakarott… is that I cannot make you suffer like you made others suffer. I wish they will destroy that fucked up soul of yours once it reaches the other world.”

The Saiyan Prince’s power finally reached its peak, making him smile sadly. He gave a little kick to the other’s body, awakening him with the hit.

Goku sprang to his feet and glared at Vegeta with blazing eyes.

“I see you succeeded to take the others away.” The taller one seethed.

Vegeta just closed his eyes, ki already lashing all around him. His body suddenly went white with energy, ready to explode.

Goku took a step back, baffled.

“What the Hell?!”

Everything went white, as unstoppable energy rocketed all around, destroying everything, leaving only dust.

***

Trunks woke up with a start, looking anxiously around him. He sighed with relief, as he found himself in his pyjama, in his own bed, at Capsule Corp. He jumped out of his blankets and turned on the light. He couldn’t feel any pain from his chest anymore, and there was no threatening ki any near. He wondered for a moment if all of it had not been just a nightmare.

He took off his pyjama shirt and looked down at himself. Faint scars covered all of it, they were bite scars. A shiver shook him. Where were the others? What had happened?

A bright light shook him from his thoughts. He went to the window and there he beheld the amazing sight of Shenron. It had already been night, and Trunks hadn’t seen the slight change in the sky’s darkness.

Under Shenron stood Gohan, Piccolo, Dende and Bulma. Trunks jumped out of the window and ran towards them.

“Where’s my father?!”

Bulma turned to him and smiled, motioning for him to stay silent as he reached her and hugged her.

The deep voice of Shenron was then heard.

“What is your wish?”

Dende took a step up and asked loudly:

“Could you bring the Saiyan Vegeta back to life? And then bring him here? That would be all; you can keep the third wish.”

“Your 2 wishes shall be granted.” The dragon answered.

No sooner had he finished his sentence that Vegeta materialised in front of the waiting ones. The dragon then vanished back inside the Dragon Balls.

Trunks ran to his father and jumped in his arms, holding him tightly. Vegeta was taken aback for a second, but hugged Trunks back.

“What happened father? Did you kill him? How did you die??”

“Calm down Trunks, you speak too fast.” Vegeta said as he set Trunks down.

The older saiyan eyed his son warily, taking glimpses of the scars with the light that came from the house. Dende looked down to the ground.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t heal him totally. My magic isn’t as efficient as a Senzu bean.” The young namek apologised.

“It’s alright Dende, you did your best.” Gohan said, tapping Dende gently on the shoulder.

Vegeta shrugged, and looked around him with wonder.

“Goten’s sleeping in a room upstairs, if you’re wondering where he is.” Piccolo said.

The saiyan Prince nodded and turned his eyes back to Dende.

“Don’t worry for the scars, as Gohan said… We all have our owns anyway, one way or another.”


The end!

AN: This end is for Amy, who kinda got me to finish this fic.... And I apologise if the end sucks... it's just the only idea I got up with.