Vengeance of a Prince *COMPLETED*

Chapter 25:

Pan screamed and doubled over in pain and the tiny flicker of ki within her blinked out, almost simultaneously with a much larger, more powerful ki that held such an important place in both their minds. Gokou gasped when Gohan’s life force disappeared, a strangled cry ripping from his throat as his granddaughter lost their child. She collapsed to the ground, blood streaming from between her legs, tears streaming from her eyes and Gokou knelt beside her and pulled her limp, un-protesting form into his arms. “Daddy,” she choked, and then pulled away from Gokou to throw up in the grass. He reached out to her and she jerked away. “Don’t touch me!” He stepped back and closed his eyes in defeat. His granddaughter hated him and he didn’t blame her and his son… Gohan… he was dead - killed, no doubt, by Vejita.

Gokou’s head came up, sharply, tears disappearing as his ki flared, his eyes hardening into chips of obsidian, black, shiny and sharp. Vejita…

He didn’t hear Pan’s gasp of surprise when he raised his fingers to his temple and disappeared from sight. He didn’t care. His mind was focused on one purpose only… revenge.

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Vejita had barely released Trunks from the kiss when Gokou appeared in front of him, shoving Trunks back. Before he could react, Gokou fired a ki blast into his midsection, just powerful enough to knock the wind out of him, and then the taller Saiyajin was behind him, twisting his arms around, behind his back. His breath was hot on Vejita’s ear and the new self-proclaimed Saiyajin no Ou laughed, harshly. “Kakarot.”

“You killed Gohan, Vejita. You killed my son,” Gokou growled, his voice hoarse with rage and emotion. “Yes and I enjoyed it, immensely. Are you going to kill me now, Kakarot?” Vejita asked. His tone was gruff, mocking, as usual, but every Saiyajin there knew that at that moment, Gokou was in a position where that might very well be possible. “No, Vejita, I’m not going to kill you,” Gokou said, then lowered his voice to a whisper. “I’m going to make you mine, forever.” His words caressed Vejita’s ear like a lover and the Ou heard and understood the words just as Gokou’s teeth sank into his flesh.

Vejita’s roar split the air like a thunder clap and power rolled off him in waves as Gokou drank his blood and bonded their bodies, minds and souls. Their kis melded into one and unspeakable power rose around them as both ascended to their fullest extent. The third ascension made a flare of golden light so bright that both Goten, who had flown up to the prince’s side just second before, and Trunks were forced to shield their eyes. Goten buried his face against Trunks’ chest, his hands gripping the Ouji’s arms as their fathers’ claim became complete and the two of them became the most powerful beings in the universe.

Like a shockwave after a nuclear blast, a wave of energy spread from the two Super Saiyajin warriors, encompassing them and their sons as well. Goten and Trunks both cried out in surprise as a sharp pain at the base of their spines brought them to their knees. Looking back, dazedly, they saw thick, strong, furry tails, still wet from their regeneration waving in the air behind them. A glance at their fathers told them that Vejita’s wish to Shenlong had indeed been granted.

Vejita’s tail had snaked between Gokou’s legs and wrapped itself around one powerful thigh. Gokou’s shiny black appendage was firmly locked around Vejita’s waist, holding him in place. The wave of power continued to spread, like a ripple in a pond and the two demi-Saiyajin were left to wonder, momentarily, what havoc it might cause on Chikyuu. The question was quickly dismissed from both their minds as Gokou pulled his mouth from Vejita’s neck with a primal scream of triumph. Vejita twisted in Gokou’s grasp and faced him, rage and something else in his black, Saiyajin eyes. His gaze fell on the face of his enemy, his lover, his rival and his mate and he almost gasped out loud at what he saw.

Gone was the happy-go-lucky, slightly confused visage of Son Gokou and in its place was Kakarrotto, Saiyajin warrior. Blood, Vejita’s blood, dripped from his mouth, lips twisted into a snarl of victory, sharp fangs stained red. His eyes were glittering, somehow both cold and hard and yet burning with heat, like nearly invisible purple flames were dancing beneath the surface. Vejita felt a shiver run through him and his arousal flared sharply to life. He buried his hands in the thick golden mane, tangling his fingers and dragging his mate’s mouth to his own.

Vejita tasted blood, his own, and it tasted good as Gokou’s tongue fought with his own. Gokou’s hands fisted in Vejita’s own golden locks, tugging until the Ou let his head fall back and then a hot mouth was on his throat again, licking away the last drops of blood from the claim bite. Vejita purred and pressed his hips against Gokou’s, their hard lengths rubbing together, creating a delicious friction. Tails snaked in between them, stroking, teasing, tormenting and it might have gone on like that forever, if not for the small, hoarse whisper of “Ou-sama.”

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