Vengeance of a Prince *COMPLETED*

Chapter 17:

“Get your hands off my daughter,” the Saiyajin no Ouji ordered, prowling into the room like a wildcat, his muscles rippling under his skin, his body bared, but for the brief training shorts. Vejita’s nostril’s flared and his body thrummed with the tension in the room. Blood, sex and Saiyajin were a heady combination as it was, but combined with a Pan’s heat and the rut her scent had thrown the males into, Vejita’s control was minimal. The situation was dragging the beasts inside them all to the surface and less and less rational thought was occurring.

The only one who was unaffected seemed to be Piccolo, but Gohan’s claim on Pan had stretched his sanity to a precarious point. Bulma was dead, but it seemed he could still hear her whimpering through the bond Gohan had forced on her and there were more than enough voices sounding in the Namek’s head now to drive anyone over the edge.

Vejita stalked toward Gohan and the younger Saiyajin gave a feral grin, flashing his fangs, his hand sliding under Bura’s shirt to fondle her breasts. Her breath coming fast, body on fire as her Saiyajin blood reacted to the scents in the air, Bura threw back her head, arching into Gohan’s touch, a tortured moan coming from deep in her throat. Gohan tilted his head and leaned close to her exposed throat, his eyes never leaving Vejita’s. His tongue flicked out and rasped over the pale, creamy skin, sending a shiver through the Saiyajin princess. His teeth grazed her skin and a few drops of blood appeared, red on white, dripping down her neck and over her breasts, staining the white shirt.

Vejita was growling, openly, clearly ready to tear out Gohan’s throat. With a harsh laugh, Gohan grabbed Bura’s shoulders and threw her toward her father. She gasped and Vejita caught her, shoving her behind him and she hit the carpet, blinking in surprise and looking around as if she wasn’t sure how she’d gotten there. “Papa?”

“Get the fuck out of here, Bura,” Vejita snapped.

“Where- ”

“The gravity room! The doors are thick enough. Now go!” he ordered. With wide blue eyes, Bura nodded and scrambled to her feet. At the doorway, she paused, risking her father’s wrath long enough to look back and yell, “Goten!” The young demi-Saiyajin turned confused, lust glazed black eyes on her. “The dragon balls. They’ve been reactivated!” He acted as though he hadn’t understood for a moment, then he nodded, slowly and Bura took off at a dead run toward the gravity room.

Vejita felt his daughter’s ki leave the room and leveled a murderous gaze on the demi-Saiyajin responsible for this madness. Gohan was grinning, his tongue sliding out to lick the traces of Bura’s blood from his lips. “Delicious,” he muttered. Vejita’s eyes narrowed and he tensed, ready for an attack.

Gokou ran his tongue up Pan’s chest, between her breasts, lapping away the blood. She was purring and writhing beneath him, already aching for more. The tip of his tongue traced over Gohan’s claim bite, cleaning away the blood, tasting his son’s saliva. Pan thrashed and he moved to the other side of her throat, still hungry for the taste of blood. When his tongue touched that other mark, though, he froze. Vejita’s taste wasn’t as strong as Gohan’s, but it was still there, still recognizable. A growl rose from deep in Gokou’s chest and he spun around to face Vejita.

“Vejita!” The Ouji’s eyes snapped to the larger Saiyajin’s enraged face. “What, Kakarrotto? Can’t you see I’m busy getting ready to kill your brat?” he snarled.

“You bastard, you tied me to you after you’d already claimed Pan,” Gokou accused, his eyes bright with betrayal. Vejita bared his teeth. “It’s only a half claim, you baka! She never bit me. It can be overridden.”

“That’s not the point!” Gokou argued, leaping off the bed and landing neatly in front of Vejita. Near the door, Goten watched his father argue with Vejita with wide black eyes and saw his brother and Piccolo disappear out the window. On the bed, Pan was whimpering, rising to a crouch, the pitiful sound changing to a kitten-like growl as she launched herself at the two grown Saiyajin men, her body still demanding more. She struck Vejita from the side and he barely grunted as he caught her in one arm and cuffed her with his other hand, knocking her unconscious. She slid to the floor and neither the Ouji nor her grandfather spared her a glance. They were too deep in their argument.

Pan’s overwhelming scent dulled somewhat by her unconscious state. Goten’s head began to clear. He blinked a few times and then shook his head, vigorously. Bura’s words suddenly came back to him. The dragon balls had been reactivated. He had to gather them and then they could bring Trunks back and this would all be over. With one last glance into the room where his father continued to fight with Vejita, Goten ran toward the lab on the first floor, where he knew he would find the dragon radar.

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“Gohan, what are you doing? We have to get out of here,” Piccolo hissed, standing with his mate, in the hallway near the gravity room. Gohan silenced him with a finger on his lips and they waited. A smile spread across the demi-Saiyajin’s lips as light footsteps were heard, coming down the steps. Piccolo clenched his jaw, his eyes flashing, angrily, as he realized Gohan’s intent, but he didn’t interfere. There was no doubt in the tall Namek’s mind that if he angered his mate, Gohan would not hesitate to kill him, their bond be damned.

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Bura came down the steps as quickly as she could. Her lungs felt like they would burst, more from the fear than from the physical exertion. She glanced back over her shoulder as she neared the bottom, to make sure no one was following. As she stepped off the last step, she turned to face the short hallway that would lead her to safety. She gasped as her blue eyes clashed with Saiyajin black and then Bura knew no more.

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