Vengeance of a Prince *COMPLETED*
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Dragon Ball Z › Yuri - Female/Female
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Dragon Ball Z › Yuri - Female/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
27
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16
Chapter 16
It burned inside him, the darkness, the strangeness, and it made his body ache with wonder and curiosity. Nothing surprised him anymore, but he still couldn’t believe it… his son and his granddaughter. Gokou leaned against the doorway, savoring each bang against the door as Gohan slammed his daughter into the wood. He could feel Pan’s ache and wildness. He could smell the juices dripping from between her legs. He could taste the blood that was drawn as the two cried in their climax. He ached, he wanted, he needed. The thoughts of family relations fled from his mind as he moaned, fingers gripping the knob of the door as he heard the two slide to the ground.
“Father…” Gohan whispered as his eyes wandered up. Gokou stepped into the room, looking down at the young child curled against her father’s embrace. The scent struck him like a tidal wave. Gokou stumbled back, leaning his head against the wall, door clicking closed behind him. Lidded eyes watched as Pan sighed and stretched, back arching. The muscles beneath her skin moved, making him ache even more. Her breasts were coated in blood, bite marks on the skin. Gohan had done that, Gokou knew. He could smell his eldest son’s saliva on the skin.
A growl threatened to rise, but Gohan only smirked. “Want a piece, Dad?”
~*~
He stared in horror at the floating body. Bulma… Trunks’ mother…. Tears stung his eyes as he watched hair float around her face. Blood stained the greenish water, making it murky. It had to be an illusion. It couldn’t be real. The water… the water was too thick. He couldn’t see her face.
There was no doubt in Goten’s mind, however. Trunks’ mother was dead.
His hands trembled as he stumbled back. He had come to visit Trunks… but he couldn’t stand seeing Bulma. Her face was ripped and torn, her throat completely ripped out. It made his stomach ache. He had to… to do something! Vejita… did Vejita know? Goten, mind clouded as he cried, desperately searching for some form of sanity he could grasp. He needed to find someone, anyone!
Goten rushed up the stairs towards the hallways in one of the far wings, searching with his senses for the first and closest person he could find. Something inside him screamed out that his father was nearby. Gokou! Gokou would know what to do.
Gokou always knew what to do.
~*~
Turning beneath the sheets, Bura yawned and sat up, the first thought on her mind Pan. Blurry vision from blue eyes wandered across the simplicity of the bedroom before falling on the open doorway. “Pan?” she whispered as her yawn ended, climbing out of bed. Something inside of her was telling her to worry. Never one to second-guess herself, Bura made her way out into the hallway, wandering aimlessly through the hallways.
A cold hand pressed against the walls as she walked, feeling the softness against her skin. Wondering eyes glanced through open doorway, searching for the older demi-Saiyajin. Through windows she could see the falling sun. Was night approaching already? The day seemed to have been so short. Hope filled her with a faint smile. Trunks could return soon - so very soon. It was almost time to gather the dragon balls.
Excitement filled her and her search for Pan grew more desperate. They might be able to begin tonight! They needed to check the radar, see if the orbs had been reactivated. Her slow pace increased drastically as she darted through the hallways, calling her lover’s name.
“Bura?” came a dark growl. The blue-haired princess spun around to see Goten standing against the wall, lidded tearful eyes watching her with… rage. Why was he so angry? “Goten?” she whispered fearfully, stumbling backwards.
“Get out of here,” he demanded. Bura swallowed and shook her head. She didn’t like the look in his eyes. Spinning around, she darted around the corner, calling again for Pan, but this time more in fear.
Her eyes widened as she caught a scent. It was sweet like honey but left her mouth burning, as if she’d just drunk something so hot it had burnt her tongue. She licked her lips unconsciously and moved midway down the hall, pausing at the closed doorway.
Gently grasping the knob, she turned it and silently sneaked in. Blue eyes grew enormous as she saw Pan spread out on the bed, head tossed back, small breasts gripped by fierce large hands. Gokou craned his neck around as he shoved himself into the tiny passage, eyes landing on Bura hungrily. The princess whimpered, stumbling back, only to find herself grabbed harshly by Goten.
“Not sharing, kid?” came a snarl from behind the two. Bura spun around and gasped as she saw Piccolo. The Namek grabbed Goten’s shoulder, squeezing it. White nails pierced through cloth and flesh, coating the young demi-Saiyajin’s shoulder in crimson. Goten snarled, releasing Bura.
Scrambling from the madness, Bura fell into Gohan’s embrace against the far wall, just feet from the bed. Fearful blue eyes slowly slid up. A gentle smile was returned. “Bura,” Gohan whispered, combing his fingers through her hair. Gohan leaned down, nuzzling her cheek, breathing in the sweet scent of Pan and Bura’s mating. A rough tongue scraped along her cheek. Gohan purred against her ear. “So sweet…” he whispered.
A shriek from Pan caused Bura to jump back and turn. Pan reeled with climax, hands digging into Gokou’s skin, ripping eight long scratches around his shoulders. Her little arms couldn’t wrap completely around his muscular body. Bura sobbed softly, tears trailing down her eyes. Pan… how could Pan betray her like this?
“She’s in heat,” Gohan whispered, as if reading her mind. Bura’s lips parted in a silent gasp. “You can’t smell it?” Gohan wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, grinding his hardness against her firm backside. Bura’s heartbeat began thundering in her ears. She couldn’t smell Pan… but Gohan’s scent was making her ache. Absentmindedly, she leaned back against the strong embrace, leaning her head against his shoulder. Gohan’s eyes stared down at the exposed neck, just aching to pierce the skin, to claim yet another.
“DON’T YOU DARE!” came a snarl from the doorway. Gohan’s eyes snapped up and a grin crossed his lips.
“Vejita…”
~*~
It burned inside him, the darkness, the strangeness, and it made his body ache with wonder and curiosity. Nothing surprised him anymore, but he still couldn’t believe it… his son and his granddaughter. Gokou leaned against the doorway, savoring each bang against the door as Gohan slammed his daughter into the wood. He could feel Pan’s ache and wildness. He could smell the juices dripping from between her legs. He could taste the blood that was drawn as the two cried in their climax. He ached, he wanted, he needed. The thoughts of family relations fled from his mind as he moaned, fingers gripping the knob of the door as he heard the two slide to the ground.
“Father…” Gohan whispered as his eyes wandered up. Gokou stepped into the room, looking down at the young child curled against her father’s embrace. The scent struck him like a tidal wave. Gokou stumbled back, leaning his head against the wall, door clicking closed behind him. Lidded eyes watched as Pan sighed and stretched, back arching. The muscles beneath her skin moved, making him ache even more. Her breasts were coated in blood, bite marks on the skin. Gohan had done that, Gokou knew. He could smell his eldest son’s saliva on the skin.
A growl threatened to rise, but Gohan only smirked. “Want a piece, Dad?”
~*~
He stared in horror at the floating body. Bulma… Trunks’ mother…. Tears stung his eyes as he watched hair float around her face. Blood stained the greenish water, making it murky. It had to be an illusion. It couldn’t be real. The water… the water was too thick. He couldn’t see her face.
There was no doubt in Goten’s mind, however. Trunks’ mother was dead.
His hands trembled as he stumbled back. He had come to visit Trunks… but he couldn’t stand seeing Bulma. Her face was ripped and torn, her throat completely ripped out. It made his stomach ache. He had to… to do something! Vejita… did Vejita know? Goten, mind clouded as he cried, desperately searching for some form of sanity he could grasp. He needed to find someone, anyone!
Goten rushed up the stairs towards the hallways in one of the far wings, searching with his senses for the first and closest person he could find. Something inside him screamed out that his father was nearby. Gokou! Gokou would know what to do.
Gokou always knew what to do.
~*~
Turning beneath the sheets, Bura yawned and sat up, the first thought on her mind Pan. Blurry vision from blue eyes wandered across the simplicity of the bedroom before falling on the open doorway. “Pan?” she whispered as her yawn ended, climbing out of bed. Something inside of her was telling her to worry. Never one to second-guess herself, Bura made her way out into the hallway, wandering aimlessly through the hallways.
A cold hand pressed against the walls as she walked, feeling the softness against her skin. Wondering eyes glanced through open doorway, searching for the older demi-Saiyajin. Through windows she could see the falling sun. Was night approaching already? The day seemed to have been so short. Hope filled her with a faint smile. Trunks could return soon - so very soon. It was almost time to gather the dragon balls.
Excitement filled her and her search for Pan grew more desperate. They might be able to begin tonight! They needed to check the radar, see if the orbs had been reactivated. Her slow pace increased drastically as she darted through the hallways, calling her lover’s name.
“Bura?” came a dark growl. The blue-haired princess spun around to see Goten standing against the wall, lidded tearful eyes watching her with… rage. Why was he so angry? “Goten?” she whispered fearfully, stumbling backwards.
“Get out of here,” he demanded. Bura swallowed and shook her head. She didn’t like the look in his eyes. Spinning around, she darted around the corner, calling again for Pan, but this time more in fear.
Her eyes widened as she caught a scent. It was sweet like honey but left her mouth burning, as if she’d just drunk something so hot it had burnt her tongue. She licked her lips unconsciously and moved midway down the hall, pausing at the closed doorway.
Gently grasping the knob, she turned it and silently sneaked in. Blue eyes grew enormous as she saw Pan spread out on the bed, head tossed back, small breasts gripped by fierce large hands. Gokou craned his neck around as he shoved himself into the tiny passage, eyes landing on Bura hungrily. The princess whimpered, stumbling back, only to find herself grabbed harshly by Goten.
“Not sharing, kid?” came a snarl from behind the two. Bura spun around and gasped as she saw Piccolo. The Namek grabbed Goten’s shoulder, squeezing it. White nails pierced through cloth and flesh, coating the young demi-Saiyajin’s shoulder in crimson. Goten snarled, releasing Bura.
Scrambling from the madness, Bura fell into Gohan’s embrace against the far wall, just feet from the bed. Fearful blue eyes slowly slid up. A gentle smile was returned. “Bura,” Gohan whispered, combing his fingers through her hair. Gohan leaned down, nuzzling her cheek, breathing in the sweet scent of Pan and Bura’s mating. A rough tongue scraped along her cheek. Gohan purred against her ear. “So sweet…” he whispered.
A shriek from Pan caused Bura to jump back and turn. Pan reeled with climax, hands digging into Gokou’s skin, ripping eight long scratches around his shoulders. Her little arms couldn’t wrap completely around his muscular body. Bura sobbed softly, tears trailing down her eyes. Pan… how could Pan betray her like this?
“She’s in heat,” Gohan whispered, as if reading her mind. Bura’s lips parted in a silent gasp. “You can’t smell it?” Gohan wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, grinding his hardness against her firm backside. Bura’s heartbeat began thundering in her ears. She couldn’t smell Pan… but Gohan’s scent was making her ache. Absentmindedly, she leaned back against the strong embrace, leaning her head against his shoulder. Gohan’s eyes stared down at the exposed neck, just aching to pierce the skin, to claim yet another.
“DON’T YOU DARE!” came a snarl from the doorway. Gohan’s eyes snapped up and a grin crossed his lips.
“Vejita…”
~*~