Vengeance of a Prince *COMPLETED*
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Dragon Ball Z › Yuri - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
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2,202
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2
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Currently Reading:
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26
Chapter 26:
This was madness! Trunks tried to fly forward, attack Gokou, reclaim HIS mate! HIS father! HIS KING! Goten held him back fiercely, hands digging into his clothing, untrimmed nails cutting into his skin, drawing blood. Trunks’ tail snapped with rage behind him and he spun around to the younger demi with a growl. “Let… me… go,” he growled, voice engulfed with authority.
Goten’s gaze drifted over to Vejita and Gokou, eyes lingering on the long wild mane that cascaded down his father’s backside. At the moment, if Trunks attacked Gokou, he would die… again. Goten shook his head, eyes fearfully staring at Trunks. The Saiyajin no Ouji would have to kill him before Goten released his grip. If Trunks was going to die, he was going to make sure that they were in Hell together. He couldn’t stand being separated from the lilac-haired god for another second. “I… I can’t, Trunks,” he whispered.
“DAMN YOU!” Trunks snarled, sending a ki blast at his best friend. It connected, striking Goten and sending him flying backwards, ribs cracking from impact. Rising to his feet, Trunks allowed his gaze to drift over the pale limp form, struggling to push all regret and shame down somewhere deep inside him. Vejita… Vejita…. The name repeated in his thoughts over and over again as he struggled not to rush to Goten’s side.
By simply turning around, his eyes falling on the kissing… MATED Saiyajin, he forgot about Goten. A growl burned deep in his throat and he lunged forward, swinging.
His fist met Gokou’s cheek, and the thrice ascended Saiyajin barely blinked. Trunks’ azure eyes grew wide and he tensed, holding his breath. Jade eyes slowly turned, narrowed and possessive. Blood-stained fangs shimmered as lips were pulled back into a feral snarl. Where was Gokou? It was the only thought that flashed in Trunks’ mind before he was sent flying backwards through trees.
The answer flickered in his mind as Trunks gazed up from where he lay, half conscious, and saw the longhaired warrior staring down at him, ki blast burning in his hands as he pulled his arms back in the familiar dance of the Kamehameha wave. Gokou was no more.
Kakarrotto had escaped his prison, and he hungered for blood.
~*~
Pan struggled through the woods, tears running down her cheeks. She gripped her stomach, trying not to think about what had come out of her, what she had done to create that hideous monstrosity of a semi-Saiyajin offspring.
It had a tail….
She sobbed as she stumbled. She had no balance anymore because of the damn appendage sticking out of her ass. She couldn’t think, breathe. Every muscle inside her body ached. She wanted to scream and kill something, and yet at the same time she wanted to curl up in a ball and die.
The waves of energy that were sitting her body on fire weren’t helping either.
She felt them, all of them, together: Gokou, Vejita, Goten, Trunks. Gohan was dead. Her father was dead. Piccolo… Bulma.. Chichi - her mind searched rapidly for all her friends, for everyone she knew, and she was horrified to find every single one of them dead. Tears fell from her dark black eyes as she tried not to die. She wasn’t this weak! She was strong, a warrior, just like her father and grandfather….
He’d done that to her! He’d… he’d planted that… demon inside of her!
Forcing herself to rise back to her feet, Pan forced herself forward. She was sick of it all the madness, the insanity. The bite on her neck burned and her head throbbed as she felt the last shreds of her bond with Vejita ripped away. If every fiber of her being didn’t ache so passionately she would have been sobbing with the anguish, but at the moment it was only a mere throb in the sea of agony she wallowed in.
The worst of it all: she was still horny.
Rut had yet to fade completely. Her clit ached to be stroked, the lips of her opening tingled to be squeezed and taunted. Amid all the blood, all the pain, she still wanted someone to bend her over and fuck her until she cried and begged for release.
Just faintly, she could sense Bura. The princess was injured, barely hanging onto life. Pan did the only thing she knew she could do. She turned to her best friend.
~*~
This was madness! Trunks tried to fly forward, attack Gokou, reclaim HIS mate! HIS father! HIS KING! Goten held him back fiercely, hands digging into his clothing, untrimmed nails cutting into his skin, drawing blood. Trunks’ tail snapped with rage behind him and he spun around to the younger demi with a growl. “Let… me… go,” he growled, voice engulfed with authority.
Goten’s gaze drifted over to Vejita and Gokou, eyes lingering on the long wild mane that cascaded down his father’s backside. At the moment, if Trunks attacked Gokou, he would die… again. Goten shook his head, eyes fearfully staring at Trunks. The Saiyajin no Ouji would have to kill him before Goten released his grip. If Trunks was going to die, he was going to make sure that they were in Hell together. He couldn’t stand being separated from the lilac-haired god for another second. “I… I can’t, Trunks,” he whispered.
“DAMN YOU!” Trunks snarled, sending a ki blast at his best friend. It connected, striking Goten and sending him flying backwards, ribs cracking from impact. Rising to his feet, Trunks allowed his gaze to drift over the pale limp form, struggling to push all regret and shame down somewhere deep inside him. Vejita… Vejita…. The name repeated in his thoughts over and over again as he struggled not to rush to Goten’s side.
By simply turning around, his eyes falling on the kissing… MATED Saiyajin, he forgot about Goten. A growl burned deep in his throat and he lunged forward, swinging.
His fist met Gokou’s cheek, and the thrice ascended Saiyajin barely blinked. Trunks’ azure eyes grew wide and he tensed, holding his breath. Jade eyes slowly turned, narrowed and possessive. Blood-stained fangs shimmered as lips were pulled back into a feral snarl. Where was Gokou? It was the only thought that flashed in Trunks’ mind before he was sent flying backwards through trees.
The answer flickered in his mind as Trunks gazed up from where he lay, half conscious, and saw the longhaired warrior staring down at him, ki blast burning in his hands as he pulled his arms back in the familiar dance of the Kamehameha wave. Gokou was no more.
Kakarrotto had escaped his prison, and he hungered for blood.
~*~
Pan struggled through the woods, tears running down her cheeks. She gripped her stomach, trying not to think about what had come out of her, what she had done to create that hideous monstrosity of a semi-Saiyajin offspring.
It had a tail….
She sobbed as she stumbled. She had no balance anymore because of the damn appendage sticking out of her ass. She couldn’t think, breathe. Every muscle inside her body ached. She wanted to scream and kill something, and yet at the same time she wanted to curl up in a ball and die.
The waves of energy that were sitting her body on fire weren’t helping either.
She felt them, all of them, together: Gokou, Vejita, Goten, Trunks. Gohan was dead. Her father was dead. Piccolo… Bulma.. Chichi - her mind searched rapidly for all her friends, for everyone she knew, and she was horrified to find every single one of them dead. Tears fell from her dark black eyes as she tried not to die. She wasn’t this weak! She was strong, a warrior, just like her father and grandfather….
He’d done that to her! He’d… he’d planted that… demon inside of her!
Forcing herself to rise back to her feet, Pan forced herself forward. She was sick of it all the madness, the insanity. The bite on her neck burned and her head throbbed as she felt the last shreds of her bond with Vejita ripped away. If every fiber of her being didn’t ache so passionately she would have been sobbing with the anguish, but at the moment it was only a mere throb in the sea of agony she wallowed in.
The worst of it all: she was still horny.
Rut had yet to fade completely. Her clit ached to be stroked, the lips of her opening tingled to be squeezed and taunted. Amid all the blood, all the pain, she still wanted someone to bend her over and fuck her until she cried and begged for release.
Just faintly, she could sense Bura. The princess was injured, barely hanging onto life. Pan did the only thing she knew she could do. She turned to her best friend.
~*~