Vengeance of a Prince *COMPLETED*
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Chapter 22:
Bura felt herself trembling as she sensed Shenlong’s energy. She was so close to Capsule Corporations… not yet! If Gohan sensed Shenlong’s arrival… he would go after Trunks… enraged? She had no idea what to expect from the young Son anymore. Gohan used to be so happy, so carefree… but now he had become a madman, and there was no way to predict him anymore.
She sent her ki sensed out, expanding them and easily locking onto Gohan. He had stopped! Midair, the eldest son of Gokou floated. Bura’s breath caught in her throat and she did the first thing that came to her mind - talking to him.
‘Gohan!’
She felt him turn. She could almost see him through her closed eyes…
‘Bura…’ she heard him purr… and again the chase was on.
~*~
Vejita’s vision went fuzzy before he’d even realized that Gokou had used his annoying power of appearing and reappearing. The world around him cleared up in seconds and Vejita ripped himself away from he strange buzzing sensation. He heard Pan snarl as she was dropped to the ground, but the darkening sky drew his attention, as did the dark-haired demi-Saiyajin standing just a few feet away. Vejita’s eyes wondered around small things - the wildlife out, the smell of the air, and he realized that here, it was midnight. What part of the world were they in?
“Your wishes, mortal!” bellowed a dark voice.
Vejita’s spun around sharply with a gasp as he saw the dragon hovering in the air behind him, red eyes ablaze with rage. White claws ripped at the air as the dragon hovered downwards towards the earth, approaching the trembling demi-Saiyajin who stared up nervously to him.
He could not help the grin that crossed his lips. Vejita glanced over his shoulder, laughing as he saw Gokou staring up at Shenlong with wide eyes. Now… finally, now Trunks would return! Excitement rushed through him and he walked over to Gokou, reaching down and clasping hands with Pan to help her to her feet. She purred as she leaned against him, burying her face in his chest, nipping at his hardening nipples. “Smell it, Kakarrotto! Smell the sweetness… the sweetness of your downfall! Taste it! Feel it! SUFFER IT!” Vejita laughed madly, tangling his hands in Pan’s hair and ripping her away, not caring that a chunk of his flesh was torn with her teeth. He grinned down at the youngest Son before turning to Gokou. “Your granddaughter… a child…” Vejita couldn’t stop his mad laughter. He felt the success overwhelming him. Revenge was a dish served best cold… and it tasted so delicious.
“Vejita…” Gokou pleaded.
“No! Kakarrotto, say nothing! I am the Saiyajin no Ou! I AM YOUR KING!” He threw a blast at the unsuspecting Saiyajin and grinned as Gokou was thrown down on his backside, legs spread apart, chest scarred. “Bow before your master.”
Gokou shook off the blast, glaring up at Vejita. The newly proclaimed king just smirked and gripped Pan, tugging her closer. With one harsh smack Pan was sent to the floor. She cried out, clutching her bruised cheek, eyes jerking to Vejita with a quiet gasp. “You’re with child, bitch!” he snarled, using her moment of clarity to his advantage. “You whore… fucking your family. You sicken me, and you have no right to produce a child of royalty.” He snarled in disgust, spitting to the side just as he heard Shenlong proclaim the first wish complete.
Turning, he walked over to Goten’s side, grinning down at the young demi-Saiyajin. Goten did not even notice, his teary eyes locked ahead as a figure appeared… a living breathing figure.
“Trunks…”
“Huh?” exclaimed the demi-Saiyajin, azure eyes darting around the area in pure confusion.
“You’re second wish!” demanded Shenlong.
Trunks jumped, spinning around and nearly falling to the ground in shock as he saw the dragon. Vejita scowled in disappointment, but shook it off as his eyes returned to the divine beast. “All those with Saiyajin blood, their tails shall be returned to them!”
“That is your wish?”
“It is!”
“It is done.”
Vejita grinned as he watched Shenlong fade out of existence. The golden spheres that had been desperately needed for so long shot upwards into the dark heavens and faded as they were thrown across the planet with lightening speed, not to be seen for another year.
“What… what was that…” Trunks stepped forward, running a hand through lavender hair. Vejita allowed his eyes to wonder over the luscious form of his son, taking in and memorizing each curve, each inch of skin that he could see. Even Trunks’ gi had been repaired. His black pants were perfectly mended, his sleeveless black shirt hanging loosely around his torso, tucked into the small belt.
It was at that moment that Trunks realized his father was without clothing. A blush burned across the demi-Saiyajin’s cheeks and he turned aside. “Dad! Where’s your clothes!”
Once again, Vejita laughed.
~*~
Gokou stared at her, watching her tremble, eyes locked on her stomach with pure terror. He wanted to be happy that Trunks was back… but he couldn’t… not now, when he knew what he’d done. Pan… his little granddaughter, having his child!
He had taken Pan further back into the woods, so they would be alone, away from Vejita, Goten, and Trunks. He couldn’t deal with them, not right now. He was beginning to not care, either. Pan would need him, and though the youngest demi-Saiyajin was still in heat, he forced himself to ignore the luscious scents she was emitting. He knelt down in front of her, gently touching her knee and forcing one of his infamous Son-grins. “Don’t worry, Pan. We’ll deal with this….”
“How could you do this to me?” Pan exclaimed, jumping to her feet, tears running down her eyes. She was shaking so hard it hurt. She was ruined, a disgrace. Vejita would never want her, and it Vejita didn’t want her, Trunks would never even bother to glance at her used disgusting body! She was going to vomit. She wanted this… this thing growing inside her out! She wanted it to be over! All of this was his fault - Gokou’s! She screamed at him, throwing blast after blast at him, but regrettably for her, and fortunately for Gokou, the blasts were easily blocked. “You’ve fucked everything up! You’ve made me worthless! I’m a whore now, and it’s your fault, and I hate you!”
She turned to run, but as she took a single step, Pan fell to the ground, screaming - not in rage, but in anguish. She clutched her stomach, tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn’t see Gokou rushing to her side, nor did she care. Everything inside her ached. Pan panted as she tried to remember to breathe between her shrieks. “Get it out…” she pleased, falling forward on her hands as she heaved. “Get it out, get it out, get it out, get it…”
Gokou’s eyes grew wide as he felt the dying ki in her stomach.
~*~
Bura felt herself trembling as she sensed Shenlong’s energy. She was so close to Capsule Corporations… not yet! If Gohan sensed Shenlong’s arrival… he would go after Trunks… enraged? She had no idea what to expect from the young Son anymore. Gohan used to be so happy, so carefree… but now he had become a madman, and there was no way to predict him anymore.
She sent her ki sensed out, expanding them and easily locking onto Gohan. He had stopped! Midair, the eldest son of Gokou floated. Bura’s breath caught in her throat and she did the first thing that came to her mind - talking to him.
‘Gohan!’
She felt him turn. She could almost see him through her closed eyes…
‘Bura…’ she heard him purr… and again the chase was on.
~*~
Vejita’s vision went fuzzy before he’d even realized that Gokou had used his annoying power of appearing and reappearing. The world around him cleared up in seconds and Vejita ripped himself away from he strange buzzing sensation. He heard Pan snarl as she was dropped to the ground, but the darkening sky drew his attention, as did the dark-haired demi-Saiyajin standing just a few feet away. Vejita’s eyes wondered around small things - the wildlife out, the smell of the air, and he realized that here, it was midnight. What part of the world were they in?
“Your wishes, mortal!” bellowed a dark voice.
Vejita’s spun around sharply with a gasp as he saw the dragon hovering in the air behind him, red eyes ablaze with rage. White claws ripped at the air as the dragon hovered downwards towards the earth, approaching the trembling demi-Saiyajin who stared up nervously to him.
He could not help the grin that crossed his lips. Vejita glanced over his shoulder, laughing as he saw Gokou staring up at Shenlong with wide eyes. Now… finally, now Trunks would return! Excitement rushed through him and he walked over to Gokou, reaching down and clasping hands with Pan to help her to her feet. She purred as she leaned against him, burying her face in his chest, nipping at his hardening nipples. “Smell it, Kakarrotto! Smell the sweetness… the sweetness of your downfall! Taste it! Feel it! SUFFER IT!” Vejita laughed madly, tangling his hands in Pan’s hair and ripping her away, not caring that a chunk of his flesh was torn with her teeth. He grinned down at the youngest Son before turning to Gokou. “Your granddaughter… a child…” Vejita couldn’t stop his mad laughter. He felt the success overwhelming him. Revenge was a dish served best cold… and it tasted so delicious.
“Vejita…” Gokou pleaded.
“No! Kakarrotto, say nothing! I am the Saiyajin no Ou! I AM YOUR KING!” He threw a blast at the unsuspecting Saiyajin and grinned as Gokou was thrown down on his backside, legs spread apart, chest scarred. “Bow before your master.”
Gokou shook off the blast, glaring up at Vejita. The newly proclaimed king just smirked and gripped Pan, tugging her closer. With one harsh smack Pan was sent to the floor. She cried out, clutching her bruised cheek, eyes jerking to Vejita with a quiet gasp. “You’re with child, bitch!” he snarled, using her moment of clarity to his advantage. “You whore… fucking your family. You sicken me, and you have no right to produce a child of royalty.” He snarled in disgust, spitting to the side just as he heard Shenlong proclaim the first wish complete.
Turning, he walked over to Goten’s side, grinning down at the young demi-Saiyajin. Goten did not even notice, his teary eyes locked ahead as a figure appeared… a living breathing figure.
“Trunks…”
“Huh?” exclaimed the demi-Saiyajin, azure eyes darting around the area in pure confusion.
“You’re second wish!” demanded Shenlong.
Trunks jumped, spinning around and nearly falling to the ground in shock as he saw the dragon. Vejita scowled in disappointment, but shook it off as his eyes returned to the divine beast. “All those with Saiyajin blood, their tails shall be returned to them!”
“That is your wish?”
“It is!”
“It is done.”
Vejita grinned as he watched Shenlong fade out of existence. The golden spheres that had been desperately needed for so long shot upwards into the dark heavens and faded as they were thrown across the planet with lightening speed, not to be seen for another year.
“What… what was that…” Trunks stepped forward, running a hand through lavender hair. Vejita allowed his eyes to wonder over the luscious form of his son, taking in and memorizing each curve, each inch of skin that he could see. Even Trunks’ gi had been repaired. His black pants were perfectly mended, his sleeveless black shirt hanging loosely around his torso, tucked into the small belt.
It was at that moment that Trunks realized his father was without clothing. A blush burned across the demi-Saiyajin’s cheeks and he turned aside. “Dad! Where’s your clothes!”
Once again, Vejita laughed.
~*~
Gokou stared at her, watching her tremble, eyes locked on her stomach with pure terror. He wanted to be happy that Trunks was back… but he couldn’t… not now, when he knew what he’d done. Pan… his little granddaughter, having his child!
He had taken Pan further back into the woods, so they would be alone, away from Vejita, Goten, and Trunks. He couldn’t deal with them, not right now. He was beginning to not care, either. Pan would need him, and though the youngest demi-Saiyajin was still in heat, he forced himself to ignore the luscious scents she was emitting. He knelt down in front of her, gently touching her knee and forcing one of his infamous Son-grins. “Don’t worry, Pan. We’ll deal with this….”
“How could you do this to me?” Pan exclaimed, jumping to her feet, tears running down her eyes. She was shaking so hard it hurt. She was ruined, a disgrace. Vejita would never want her, and it Vejita didn’t want her, Trunks would never even bother to glance at her used disgusting body! She was going to vomit. She wanted this… this thing growing inside her out! She wanted it to be over! All of this was his fault - Gokou’s! She screamed at him, throwing blast after blast at him, but regrettably for her, and fortunately for Gokou, the blasts were easily blocked. “You’ve fucked everything up! You’ve made me worthless! I’m a whore now, and it’s your fault, and I hate you!”
She turned to run, but as she took a single step, Pan fell to the ground, screaming - not in rage, but in anguish. She clutched her stomach, tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn’t see Gokou rushing to her side, nor did she care. Everything inside her ached. Pan panted as she tried to remember to breathe between her shrieks. “Get it out…” she pleased, falling forward on her hands as she heaved. “Get it out, get it out, get it out, get it…”
Gokou’s eyes grew wide as he felt the dying ki in her stomach.
~*~