Vengeance of a Prince *COMPLETED*

Chapter 24

HIS Trunks!

Blood coated his body, staining his clothing, his skin. He had Bura’s scent all over him. She was still alive, back at Capsule Corporations, but just barely, hanging on by a thread.

The very instant he had felt Trunks’ ki, he could no longer stay away.

His precious Trunks….

The young lavender-haired Saiyajin sat in his father’s embrace, length still buried deep inside. Goten was on his knees, lapping at the limp length, drinking everything Trunks’ satiated body had to offer. From the tress, shaft already aching from the battle with Bura, Gohan watched with wide eyes. He could feel his father and daughter somewhere nearby, but they were the last thing he cared about at this moment.

Goten rose from between Trunk’s legs, sliding up onto his lap, wrapping his arms around the younger prince. Trunks accepted him readily, hands fisting coarse midnight hair as their lips crushed together. Vejita chuckled faintly, reaching out and grabbing Goten’s hips, pulling the body closer, nails running down pale skin. Vejita nipped at Trunks’ ear, purring as he began to grow hard again with his son’s heat.

Trunks ripped himself away with a moan. “Kami… was I missed that much?” he cried out, back arching as Vejita moved out and shoved back in, harshly. Goten’s hand encircled the flesh between them, stroking it back to its full glory. Cursing in a language he had unconsciously learned from his father, Trunks reached out, grabbing the younger demi-Saiyajin’s hips and guiding the waiting opening down, over his shaft.

Vejita savored the sweet sound of a snarl that was ripped from Goten’s throat. The sound was feral and filled with pure need. A hand circled between the teenagers, grasping Goten’s aching need, he stroked Goten with each pump of his own shaft into Trunks’ body.

Trunks was with him again. The thought repeated over and over inside Vejita’s mind, making him ache with desire all over again. This could never end. He didn’t care if he had to share Trunks with Goten anymore. The youngest son of Kakarrotto had proven himself worthy, more than one time. Even now, he pleasured the princes before seeking out his own.

Vejita lapped at the wound on Trunks’ neck once again. The three of them were tied together now, for better or worse… it didn’t matter. He felt the teenager shiver above him as Trunks again reached his height. Vejita grinned, gaze shifting to the darker demi. Their vision connected, Goten’s eyes almost desperate, lips parted with a quiet whimper of need. Vejita gripped the shaft tighter, stroking it with a faster pace, his hands gently caressing the head of the shaft. With that gentle touch, the youngest warrior cried out, jerking against the taunting fingers.

Gohan groaned softly, stepping forward, the throbbing within his gi too much to bear as he watched his little brother cry out and collapse against the lavender-haired angel. He listened with a faint smile as Trunks laughed, wrapping his arms around his best friend. Even Vejita wore a smile on his face.

Trunks was a god of joy, goodness.

Gohan craved that goodness.

He would have it… or none would.

“Ahem… sorry to intrude.”

Three sets of eyes were torn away from their desires, and each one locked on the blood-stained Son Gohan.

“You…” Trunks whispered in a panicked voice, blue eyes filling with rage.

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In an explosion of images, memories flooded back to Trunks. Pain, vicious bites, rage… all of those things and so much more had been in Gohan’s eyes as the Saiyajin had bit into him with cruel hunger. Trunks gasped for breath as he fell from his height, his father’s arms wrapped around his chest, caressing every available inch of skin that the warm calloused fingers could grasp. Goten was stiff against him, fearful for his brother, but afraid for Trunks as well.

“You…” Trunks panted, as he began to tremble. Vejita’s arms around him tightened, but the young prince could sense his father’s rage and cruelty. “He killed you?” Vejita whispered. Throughout all this madness, Vejita had known, but something inside him needed confirmation.

“Gohan… Gohan killed me,” Trunks whispered, voice shaking, betraying him.

Vejita nodded calmly, reaching out and cupping his son’s cheek, drawing the lilac-haired teen forward. Their lips met fiercely, as if Gohan did not stand just feet away. Goten met his brother’s gaze as his lover kissed his father, eyes filled with pure terror.

Nothing would be normal after this night.

Nothing would ever be the same again.

Unable to stand any of it anymore, Goten scrambled away from Trunks, gathering his clothing hastily. Gohan watched with a shameful scowl as Goten fled. “So un-Saiyajin…”

Unbeknownst to him, Goten paused just a few feet away, hiding behind a tree. He wasn’t willing to abandon Trunks.

“What would you know of the honors of Saiyajin?” Vejita snarled, rising to his feet, Trunks at his side. Gohan turned his gaze to the two princes, eyes wondering over their bare forms in appreciation of their beauty. His eyes lingered over limp flesh and he playfully pouted. “What, don’t I get to have any fun?”

“You’ll never… NEVER touch me!” Trunks snarled, hands fisting at his sides, soft silk hair growing stiff as the locks exploded in gold. Gohan raised a curious brow and chuckled, easily mimicking the movements.

“Not so fast,” came a sudden snarl from his ear. Gohan moved to spin, but found himself trapped by Vejita. “FUCK!” he snarled, trying to rip himself from the embrace. When had Vejita become so damn fast? Fierce hands gripped at him, drawing the wrists behind his back and holding them tightly. Gohan writhed against the hold, ascending again. Lightening burned his skin. It drew a hiss of pain from the prince. Gohan smirked as he struggled. “You enjoy pain, Vejita?” he growled out, guiding his power higher and higher. It began to burn inside him and he screamed with the anguish, and yet still Vejita held him.

Trunks appeared suddenly in his vision, green eyes ablaze with loathing. Gohan’s cry strangled off as he felt a fist against his chest. It began to burn as the digits began to glow. Gohan stared at the hand, eyes widening in fear as he realized that this… this would be his end. He could not be brought back by Shenlong. He could not be revived in any way… and even if he could… who would? His lips parted, the madness vanishing from his eyes with a single blink. Green eyes locked into another green gaze and for just that brief second, Son Gohan had returned. “No… Trunks… please.”

Steel nerves wavered. The burning continued, causing Gohan to wince and whimper. Vejita, however, knew the truth of Saiyajin when in the face of death. Anything went on the battlefield. He reached around, grabbing his son’s hand, and shoved into against the heart, adding his own energy with a whispered growl of “Join the child you planted in your own daughter’s belly.” With that single motion and those harsh words, a shrill scream ripped through the air, and the slowly, so slowly, the quiet peacefulness of night returned.

Embraces were released.

A body thudded as it struck the ground.

Black eyes gazed into blue, refusing to break away. If they did, they would look down and realize just what they had done. Together, they had killed Son Gohan. Would Gokou know? Would he seek vengeance?

It didn’t matter.

“I am the Saiyajin no Ou,” Vejita growled, harshness in his voice. His onyx gaze grew stubborn and prideful, and Trunks knew that not even Gokou would dare to challenge Vejita. He felt a calm relief flood through him and he smiled, almost carelessly. “So… does that make me the Saiyajin no Ouji?”

Vejita smirked. “Yeah, it does.” He reached out, wrapping his hand around his son’s neck and jerking him forward. Their lips met, bodies melding together with quiet mews and purrs.

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