Vengeance of a Prince *COMPLETED*

Chapter 27:

“Kakarrotto!”

Vejita’s voice rang out, full of authority and command, as only his could and the Saiyajin they had once called Gokou stopped, ki blast still burning in his hands. He cocked his head and turned harsh jade eyes on the Ou.

“Leave the brat alone,” Vejita ordered. Kakarot snarled, but the ki ball dissipated. “I claimed you. You’re mine.” His voice was rough and harsh, barely more than a growl. Vejita smirked. “You forget your place, Kakarrotto. I am your mate. I am the Saiyajin no Ou. You belong to me, as does the boy and every other surviving member of the Saiyajin race on this Kami forsaken fucking planet.” A low animal growl rumbled from deep within Kakarrotto’s chest as he slowly released Trunks. The Ouji scrambled away, toward Vejita, who grasped his arm and yanked him to his feet.

“Father,” Trunks rasped. “Silence,” Vejita snapped. Trunks bit his lip, drawing blood, as his father and king raked a cold black stare over him. Something flickered in their depths, something akin to affection, and Vejita slowly and deliberately reached out and tangled his fingers in Trunks’ lavender hair, drawing him close for a kiss that was almost tender.

Pulling back, Trunks almost didn’t recognize his father’s low, silken gravel voice when he quietly said, “I release you, Trunks.” The blood drained from the demi-Saiyajin’s face. “No, Vejita, Father, Ou-sama, please,” he whispered. “Shut up,” Vejita ordered, gruffly. Trunks fell silent, tears threatening. He blinked, furiously, trying to fight them back as Vejita spoke. “I have a mate now, Trunks. You need to find one as well. It’s the only way you’ll ever be strong enough to rule.” Cerulean blue clashed with Saiyajin black and Trunks took a step back, then another, until he bumped into something solid and warm; two arms came around him from behind.

Goten cradled Trunks against his chest, feeling the trembling of the Ouji’s slender body in his arms. He nuzzled the back of Trunks’ neck, reassuringly. Trunks turned away from his father’s stare, only to come upon another black gaze, this one soft and welcoming. His eyes traveled over the man who held him, taking in thick, soft, unruly black hair, big, endless Saiyajin eyes, a small, upturned nose and soft, full lips. Goten was strong, his power almost a match for Trunks’ own. He was the youngest Saiyajin ever to ascend and someday, he might even be as powerful as his father… the perfect mate for the future Ou.

Goten’s arms were still around him and Trunks reached up, burying his hands in those midnight locks and pulling Goten’s head back, baring his neck. Goten’s breath caught in his throat and he gasped as Trunks struck, as if he were a cobra, sinking sharp fangs into the younger Saiyajin’s throat.

Trunks swallowed the thick, coppery, oh-so-sweet liquid as it flowed over his tongue. Goten gasped in surprise, then slowly raised his hands to hold Trunks’ head in place. A soft rumble began in his chest and Trunks realized, vaguely, that Goten was purring.

~*~

Bura looked up when Pan landed beside her. Her body was trying furiously to heal itself, her Saiyajin blood warring with the ningen weakness passed to her by her mother. Pan knelt beside her and lifted the princess’ head into her lap.

“Bura?” Her voice was hoarse, her face flushed. Blood stained her entire body and her hair was matted and thick with dried scarlet liquids and other unnamable body fluids. Bura didn’t look much better. She still wore the shredded remains of Goten’s shirt, but it covered nothing. Around her waist was an azure tail, its fur still drying from regeneration. “Bura, what can I do to help you?” she whispered.

“I’ll be fine,” Bura said. “Is it over?” Pan nodded, sagely. “Gohan’s dead. It’s finished.” Bura gave a weak smile. “Good. Now, all I need is a bath.” Pan smiled, softly. “I think we can arrange that.”

~*~

Bura breathed in the soft lavender scent of the bath crystals as Pan sprinkled them into the steaming water. The bathroom was mostly dark, with thick white candles placed around the room, casting a soft golden glow over their battered bodies. Dropping the last of the crystals from her palm, Pan stepped into the tub and lowered herself into the water, reaching out to help Bura do the same. As the heat closed over their bodies, both girls sighed and Bura curled up in Pan’s arms, resting her head on the older girl’s breast. Pan’s fingers skimmed over Bura’s tangled hair as the princess’ hand slid up to curve around the nape of her neck. Bura’s slender fingers found Vejita’s claim bite and Pan flinched. Both of them went still for a moment.

“Gokou returned his claim,” Pan whispered, staring blankly into the shadows of the room, torn between being hurt because of the way Vejita had used her or jealous of her grandfather’s claim on the Ou. Vaguely, she felt a sense of shame that she still cared, knowing that Vejita had only bitten her to prove a point, that he was the Saiyajin no Ou. Hesitantly, Bura’s fingers traced the imprint of her father’s teeth on Pan’s soft, white skin. “That means his claim on you can be overridden,” she said, softly. Pan looked down to see Bura staring at her from under a tangle of azure bangs. Slowly, Pan cupped Bura’s face with both her hands and leaned down to brush her lips softly across the princess’ mouth…

THE END

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