Vengeance of a Prince *COMPLETED*
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Dragon Ball Z › Yuri - Female/Female
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Adult ++
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27
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20
Chapter 20:
He had missed this, even if he’d never really had it. Years followed by years of pure slavery had left him longing control, and finally… after so fucking long… he had it. He was the prince, and he would be damned if he was going to let anyone take this from him.
Vejita shoved the young Saiyajin against the wall outside the bedroom, seeing the fear burning in Gokou’s eyes. Gokou realized… Vejita knew he did. Gokou realized that he was nothing but Vejita’s pretty-boy whore. It left the prince ecstatic and hard. The images were moving faster through their bond, more detailed, scenes much longer. Gokou squirmed as he saw Goten and Vejita together by the riverside. He could feel the water in Vejita’s hands as the prince cleaned off his son. He could feel Goten’s hands running along Vejita’s tanned skin, and it left him aching, needing. The taste of Goten’s arousal stained Gokou’s tongue… then the warm sensation of Goten’s mouth on Vejita’s need… and finally the heated tightness of Goten’s entrance.
Gokou moaned out as Vejita groped his hardness. “What do you want, Kakarrotto?” Vejita growled out huskily. Gokou moaned Vejita’s name quietly, thrusting into that motionless hand, but Vejita quickly grabbed his hips and shoved Gokou back against the wall, holding him there. “Vejita please…”
“Tell me,” Vejita growled.
“You, damn it,” Gokou groaned, slit eyes staring at the prince. Vejita raised a curious brow, eyes roaming down the well-defined curves of the soldier’s body, pondering the absurd idea that Gokou would ever have a chance to know the prince’s tightness. He snorted and grinned, eyes roaming back up to lock onto a flushed face. “You do realize, don’t you, everything that’s happened?”
“Bulma’s dead too,” Gokou whispered.
“So is your wife, as is your boy’s wife. Piccolo is dead. Gohan is a murderer, and quite a skilled little schemer. Claims have been made a mockery of in the last week, Kakarrotto. Our people would be ashamed of us.”
“As if you give a fuck!” Gokou snarled.
Vejita smirked just seconds before a fist met with Gokou’s face. The younger Saiyajin fell to the ground with a groan, holding his bruised chin. Vejita turned, leaning back against the wall, and watched with a sadistic grin as Gokou slowly climbed to his feet. Wide black eyes met a hardened length before rising up to stare at the heated Saiyajin. “Do it, pretty-boy,” Vejita purred smugly.
Gokou licked his lips, unable to deny the hunger growing inside him. The images faded from his mind finally as he sighed and leaned forward, tongue darting out to circle the arousal’s tip. A faint sigh of pleasure was earned from the motion and, encouraged by that, Gokou leaned forward, taking in the thick length with one deep swallow. Gokou’s hands ran down, gripping his own hardness and pumping with each bob of his head.
~*~
Pain throbbed in her mind as she sat up, fuzzy eyes searching her surroundings. Pan could sense men nearby and she felt herself growing wet as she smelled the delicious scent of sex and power. She purred faintly and climbed to her feet, eyes wondering around the room. Morning had risen and hunger accompanied it, but food could wait for a little while.
She moved to the cracked doorway and peeked outside, grinning as she saw her prince standing against the wall, Gokou on his knees in front of him. She pushed open the door gently and stepped out, leaning back against the wall, staring into the prince’s lidded eyes. Her ki was concealed, and Gokou had not heard the door swing open.
Vejita smirked as his tongue ran across dry lips. ‘Kinky little bitch,’ he mouthed silently. Pan grinned, her hands running down her bare and slightly blood-stained body. Fingers brushed through the dark curls of her mound before two fingers intruded in her slickness. Vejita moaned at the action, his hand fisted in Gokou thick hair, tugging the Saiyajin’s lips further down his shaft. His eyes never left the woman against the wall. She threw her head back as she rode her fingers, other hand snaking down to finger her nub, sending waves of electricity throughout her body.
Vejita unleashed a string of curses as he felt himself reaching the edge. Gokou was moaning around Vejita’s need from his own strokes, throat vibrating with each sound.
A snarl left Vejita’s lips as he climaxed, filling Gokou’s lips with his seed. Whiteness dripped from the younger Saiyajin’s mouth as he tried vainly to swallow. Vejita couldn’t care less, however. His eyes were watching the flushed face of Gokou’s grandchild, a suspicion in his eyes as he stared her over. There was… something… different about her. It wasn’t the rut, it wasn’t the sudden love of sex… it was something… something in her scent.
Something inside of her… growing….
~*~
Gohan jerked to his feet, eyes darting in every direction. Sweat rolled down his skin as he searched the darkness. Blood, a Namek’s blood, ran down the curves of his body. His breaths came raggedly and he was trembling. “That little fucking harlot of a Saiyajin’s bastard child… I’ll kill you… stop talking… you can’t…” his words didn’t even make sense to himself. Gohan grabbed his pants from the ground and yanked them on, striding out of the cave.
A warm afternoon sun shone down upon him, giving him an almost ethereal glow that would make children run screaming to their mothers. Gohan’s eyes gazed around the blue heavens. Birds sung softly in their morning songs.
This was no day for glory. Piccolo… his mate, his sensei… the only one who… who knew, who understood….
Piccolo… gone….
Power erupted from the Saiyajin, pulsing as it spread across the valley. Tress went up in flames as animals were killed on contact. The cave crumbled, burying the beautiful green body that Gohan had loved so much. His thoughts didn’t resort to the dragon balls, or to any mourning that needed to be done.
His thoughts were on revenge.
Bura had to die.
As the power settled, and the earth was left as nothing but chaos - bodies of animals laid out to rot in the sun as it grew higher and hotter - Gohan slowly rose to the air, licking away the blood that stained his skin. He could feel Bura. She was approaching Capsule Corporations, but Gohan knew he wouldn’t be able to beat her there. Goten was somewhere around the planet, but little brother wasn’t important at the moment.
Pan… Vejita… Gokou… they were together, and Pan was still in heat. He could sense the agony of need that his daughter felt at the moment. Bura was on her way. A smirk crossed the Saiyajin’s features as he purred contently, heading towards the direction.
Why not have another round with his daughter… or perhaps his father?
Of course… there was always Vejita.
Gohan laughed madly, feeling himself growing hard all over again.
~*~
He had missed this, even if he’d never really had it. Years followed by years of pure slavery had left him longing control, and finally… after so fucking long… he had it. He was the prince, and he would be damned if he was going to let anyone take this from him.
Vejita shoved the young Saiyajin against the wall outside the bedroom, seeing the fear burning in Gokou’s eyes. Gokou realized… Vejita knew he did. Gokou realized that he was nothing but Vejita’s pretty-boy whore. It left the prince ecstatic and hard. The images were moving faster through their bond, more detailed, scenes much longer. Gokou squirmed as he saw Goten and Vejita together by the riverside. He could feel the water in Vejita’s hands as the prince cleaned off his son. He could feel Goten’s hands running along Vejita’s tanned skin, and it left him aching, needing. The taste of Goten’s arousal stained Gokou’s tongue… then the warm sensation of Goten’s mouth on Vejita’s need… and finally the heated tightness of Goten’s entrance.
Gokou moaned out as Vejita groped his hardness. “What do you want, Kakarrotto?” Vejita growled out huskily. Gokou moaned Vejita’s name quietly, thrusting into that motionless hand, but Vejita quickly grabbed his hips and shoved Gokou back against the wall, holding him there. “Vejita please…”
“Tell me,” Vejita growled.
“You, damn it,” Gokou groaned, slit eyes staring at the prince. Vejita raised a curious brow, eyes roaming down the well-defined curves of the soldier’s body, pondering the absurd idea that Gokou would ever have a chance to know the prince’s tightness. He snorted and grinned, eyes roaming back up to lock onto a flushed face. “You do realize, don’t you, everything that’s happened?”
“Bulma’s dead too,” Gokou whispered.
“So is your wife, as is your boy’s wife. Piccolo is dead. Gohan is a murderer, and quite a skilled little schemer. Claims have been made a mockery of in the last week, Kakarrotto. Our people would be ashamed of us.”
“As if you give a fuck!” Gokou snarled.
Vejita smirked just seconds before a fist met with Gokou’s face. The younger Saiyajin fell to the ground with a groan, holding his bruised chin. Vejita turned, leaning back against the wall, and watched with a sadistic grin as Gokou slowly climbed to his feet. Wide black eyes met a hardened length before rising up to stare at the heated Saiyajin. “Do it, pretty-boy,” Vejita purred smugly.
Gokou licked his lips, unable to deny the hunger growing inside him. The images faded from his mind finally as he sighed and leaned forward, tongue darting out to circle the arousal’s tip. A faint sigh of pleasure was earned from the motion and, encouraged by that, Gokou leaned forward, taking in the thick length with one deep swallow. Gokou’s hands ran down, gripping his own hardness and pumping with each bob of his head.
~*~
Pain throbbed in her mind as she sat up, fuzzy eyes searching her surroundings. Pan could sense men nearby and she felt herself growing wet as she smelled the delicious scent of sex and power. She purred faintly and climbed to her feet, eyes wondering around the room. Morning had risen and hunger accompanied it, but food could wait for a little while.
She moved to the cracked doorway and peeked outside, grinning as she saw her prince standing against the wall, Gokou on his knees in front of him. She pushed open the door gently and stepped out, leaning back against the wall, staring into the prince’s lidded eyes. Her ki was concealed, and Gokou had not heard the door swing open.
Vejita smirked as his tongue ran across dry lips. ‘Kinky little bitch,’ he mouthed silently. Pan grinned, her hands running down her bare and slightly blood-stained body. Fingers brushed through the dark curls of her mound before two fingers intruded in her slickness. Vejita moaned at the action, his hand fisted in Gokou thick hair, tugging the Saiyajin’s lips further down his shaft. His eyes never left the woman against the wall. She threw her head back as she rode her fingers, other hand snaking down to finger her nub, sending waves of electricity throughout her body.
Vejita unleashed a string of curses as he felt himself reaching the edge. Gokou was moaning around Vejita’s need from his own strokes, throat vibrating with each sound.
A snarl left Vejita’s lips as he climaxed, filling Gokou’s lips with his seed. Whiteness dripped from the younger Saiyajin’s mouth as he tried vainly to swallow. Vejita couldn’t care less, however. His eyes were watching the flushed face of Gokou’s grandchild, a suspicion in his eyes as he stared her over. There was… something… different about her. It wasn’t the rut, it wasn’t the sudden love of sex… it was something… something in her scent.
Something inside of her… growing….
~*~
Gohan jerked to his feet, eyes darting in every direction. Sweat rolled down his skin as he searched the darkness. Blood, a Namek’s blood, ran down the curves of his body. His breaths came raggedly and he was trembling. “That little fucking harlot of a Saiyajin’s bastard child… I’ll kill you… stop talking… you can’t…” his words didn’t even make sense to himself. Gohan grabbed his pants from the ground and yanked them on, striding out of the cave.
A warm afternoon sun shone down upon him, giving him an almost ethereal glow that would make children run screaming to their mothers. Gohan’s eyes gazed around the blue heavens. Birds sung softly in their morning songs.
This was no day for glory. Piccolo… his mate, his sensei… the only one who… who knew, who understood….
Piccolo… gone….
Power erupted from the Saiyajin, pulsing as it spread across the valley. Tress went up in flames as animals were killed on contact. The cave crumbled, burying the beautiful green body that Gohan had loved so much. His thoughts didn’t resort to the dragon balls, or to any mourning that needed to be done.
His thoughts were on revenge.
Bura had to die.
As the power settled, and the earth was left as nothing but chaos - bodies of animals laid out to rot in the sun as it grew higher and hotter - Gohan slowly rose to the air, licking away the blood that stained his skin. He could feel Bura. She was approaching Capsule Corporations, but Gohan knew he wouldn’t be able to beat her there. Goten was somewhere around the planet, but little brother wasn’t important at the moment.
Pan… Vejita… Gokou… they were together, and Pan was still in heat. He could sense the agony of need that his daughter felt at the moment. Bura was on her way. A smirk crossed the Saiyajin’s features as he purred contently, heading towards the direction.
Why not have another round with his daughter… or perhaps his father?
Of course… there was always Vejita.
Gohan laughed madly, feeling himself growing hard all over again.
~*~