Vengeance of a Prince *COMPLETED*
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Dragon Ball Z › Yuri - Female/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
27
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18
Chapter 18:
Enraged black confronted annoyed onyx. Fists clenched in madness. A silent still figure breathed on the floor in slumber. Sweat-drops slid down pale skin. Gokou was shaking with his rage. Pan… Pan and Vejita… his granddaughter and his lover, together, fucking, touching, moaning, sweating….
He wanted to kill. He wanted to scream. He wanted to fight. Vejita stood still before him, glaring and scowling. Why wasn’t he mad? Why wasn’t he feeling guilty? Gokou could see the two of them together, stroking each other, caressing skin. He could see Vejita atop his granddaughter, thrusting into her with a mad pace, causing her to scream and arch and beg for more. The gravity room… he could see them! Pan… striking the walls, blood dripping from her thighs. It sent shivers down his body, seeing Vejita. How was this possible? Was it through their incomplete bond? Gokou whimpered at the images. Vejita was doing this! Vejita was sending them! The smirk that rose on the prince’s face said it all.
“You don’t seem to grasp it, Kakarrotto,” the prince whispered, stepping forward, over the slumbering child. His hands grasped the Saiyajin’s hips and tugged him closer, their groins grinding together. Gokou whimpered against the touch. He wanted Vejita… he needed… he tried to lean forward, lean against the prince’s neck, claim him while he had the chance, but a fierce hand gripped his hair and yanked him back. Vejita rose up on his toes and ran his tongue up the exposed throat, pressing against the jugular. His sharp canines threatened to pierce the skin. “You… your entire family, and soon Gohan… they all belong to me.”
Gokou’s eyes grew wide as he stared at the ceiling. The fangs pierced his skin and he whimpered, falling limp in the prince’s arms. He knew, too. He could sense all the whispers in their minds. Vejita owned them all….
~*~
Goten stared down at the small collection in his bag. Dawn was hours away, but by then - at least he hoped - he would have all seven. He soared through the skies at this moment, radar strung from a small shoelace around his neck, beeping slowly. They were so far apart, and he was exhausted, but he refused to stop.
Trunks was so close.
Tears stained his eyes, but he forced the memories out of his thoughts. There wasn’t time to ponder any meanings. Vejita was shoved from his thoughts, and only Trunks - beautiful, bright-eyed, mischievous Trunks - was left.
He was approaching the sun, chasing after it instead of letting it come to him. Over the horizon he could see the edge. He was thousands of miles away from his own home, and all the better. He and Trunks could be alone. They could speak, figure out what happened, and perhaps even steal of few moments for themselves.
Encouraged by these thoughts, his speed increased.
~*~
A playful hand awoke her. It caressed her skin, every inch of her body. It snaked beneath her clothes and caused her to ache in pleasure. A purr left her lips as her head fell to the side, caressed by coolness. “Pan…” she whispered breathlessly, arching her hips to the fingers as their tips began teasing her entrance. Bura received no response, but it hardly alerted the blue-haired child to any dangers.
The fingers shoved deep inside her, at least three of them. It hurt and she hissed at the intrusion, eyes opening. A shriek left her lips as she saw lidded eyes glaring down at her. She tried to rip herself away, but a single hand collected her wrists and shoved them above her head before she got the chance. “NO!” she cried out, screaming for Pan and her father.
Wherever they were, it was pitch black. Bura’s blue eyes searched around, but she only saw dark shadows. Piccolo sat in the corner of the room, watching through slit eyes, hands fisted atop his knees, fangs gleaming from some unknown source of light with rage.
Tears streamed down the princess’s cheeks as the fingers were removed, replaced with a hard shaft that shoved deep inside her virgin entrance. She whimpered in pain as Gohan’s hand, still soaked with her juices, gripped her mouth and tugged her head to one side. Lips ran down her bare unscarred neck. She tried to scream in protest as the thrusts grew violent. She tried to turn her head away. Gohan couldn’t do this to her! She belonged with Pan!
Teeth broke through her flesh.
~*~
Enraged black confronted annoyed onyx. Fists clenched in madness. A silent still figure breathed on the floor in slumber. Sweat-drops slid down pale skin. Gokou was shaking with his rage. Pan… Pan and Vejita… his granddaughter and his lover, together, fucking, touching, moaning, sweating….
He wanted to kill. He wanted to scream. He wanted to fight. Vejita stood still before him, glaring and scowling. Why wasn’t he mad? Why wasn’t he feeling guilty? Gokou could see the two of them together, stroking each other, caressing skin. He could see Vejita atop his granddaughter, thrusting into her with a mad pace, causing her to scream and arch and beg for more. The gravity room… he could see them! Pan… striking the walls, blood dripping from her thighs. It sent shivers down his body, seeing Vejita. How was this possible? Was it through their incomplete bond? Gokou whimpered at the images. Vejita was doing this! Vejita was sending them! The smirk that rose on the prince’s face said it all.
“You don’t seem to grasp it, Kakarrotto,” the prince whispered, stepping forward, over the slumbering child. His hands grasped the Saiyajin’s hips and tugged him closer, their groins grinding together. Gokou whimpered against the touch. He wanted Vejita… he needed… he tried to lean forward, lean against the prince’s neck, claim him while he had the chance, but a fierce hand gripped his hair and yanked him back. Vejita rose up on his toes and ran his tongue up the exposed throat, pressing against the jugular. His sharp canines threatened to pierce the skin. “You… your entire family, and soon Gohan… they all belong to me.”
Gokou’s eyes grew wide as he stared at the ceiling. The fangs pierced his skin and he whimpered, falling limp in the prince’s arms. He knew, too. He could sense all the whispers in their minds. Vejita owned them all….
~*~
Goten stared down at the small collection in his bag. Dawn was hours away, but by then - at least he hoped - he would have all seven. He soared through the skies at this moment, radar strung from a small shoelace around his neck, beeping slowly. They were so far apart, and he was exhausted, but he refused to stop.
Trunks was so close.
Tears stained his eyes, but he forced the memories out of his thoughts. There wasn’t time to ponder any meanings. Vejita was shoved from his thoughts, and only Trunks - beautiful, bright-eyed, mischievous Trunks - was left.
He was approaching the sun, chasing after it instead of letting it come to him. Over the horizon he could see the edge. He was thousands of miles away from his own home, and all the better. He and Trunks could be alone. They could speak, figure out what happened, and perhaps even steal of few moments for themselves.
Encouraged by these thoughts, his speed increased.
~*~
A playful hand awoke her. It caressed her skin, every inch of her body. It snaked beneath her clothes and caused her to ache in pleasure. A purr left her lips as her head fell to the side, caressed by coolness. “Pan…” she whispered breathlessly, arching her hips to the fingers as their tips began teasing her entrance. Bura received no response, but it hardly alerted the blue-haired child to any dangers.
The fingers shoved deep inside her, at least three of them. It hurt and she hissed at the intrusion, eyes opening. A shriek left her lips as she saw lidded eyes glaring down at her. She tried to rip herself away, but a single hand collected her wrists and shoved them above her head before she got the chance. “NO!” she cried out, screaming for Pan and her father.
Wherever they were, it was pitch black. Bura’s blue eyes searched around, but she only saw dark shadows. Piccolo sat in the corner of the room, watching through slit eyes, hands fisted atop his knees, fangs gleaming from some unknown source of light with rage.
Tears streamed down the princess’s cheeks as the fingers were removed, replaced with a hard shaft that shoved deep inside her virgin entrance. She whimpered in pain as Gohan’s hand, still soaked with her juices, gripped her mouth and tugged her head to one side. Lips ran down her bare unscarred neck. She tried to scream in protest as the thrusts grew violent. She tried to turn her head away. Gohan couldn’t do this to her! She belonged with Pan!
Teeth broke through her flesh.
~*~