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Awakening	By : AnNiE4 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1878 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Awakening�

Chapter 6

A silent cry left Gohan�s bruised lips. His eyes
were squeezed tight...this couldn�t be HAPPENING! He found himself
screaming.

The solid body pressing down heavily on him with
the weight above was telling him a very different story. Why was this happening
to him? Why him? What did he do to be the bearer of this unwanted
attention? To be assaulted and humiliated like this?

Anger was swelling from deep with inside him. It
was fighting, clawing at his very skin just itching to show how much he hated
this, but it was unable to escape the tightly bound Ki
cuffs that were cutting deep into his flesh. He felt the mixture of blood and
sweat as he struggled fighting back while being pressed down roughly on the
crown prince�s bedchamber floor. Fighting a losing battle and it seems it would
end like this.

His mind was quickly clouding deprived of oxygen
Gohan couldn�t see him escaping from this. His lungs burned as if on fire as
tears prickled from behind tightly closed eyes until escaping and falling
leaving a trail down his battered face.

�You�ll be mine.� He heard just before a
stabbing pain shot through him feeling sharp canines clamp down hard and
piercing his flesh.

It was such a scared rite that would change his
life forever, and not in a good way. His mind screamed blindly he struggled wrestling with all the strength he could muster.
He felt lightheaded.

Vegeta�s Sayainjin�s
canine�s just clamped down harder until his mouth was awash with the hot liquid
copper that his body craved. It mixed with his saliva and coated with his
unique scent causing it to heal in such a way that it would leave a royal mark
informing everyone as to who the boy belongs to.
Clearly not a mark that was returned with the shape of it, never quite healing like
that of a life partners would�ve.

The arousal beyond anything Vegeta had ever felt as
the boy was the first to hold his mark of any kind. The very thought pooled and
tugged at his loins. As a loud threatening growl rumbled through his chest his
eyes rolling back and his body trembled in ecstasy.

With his weight holding the boy down in place he
grabbed a fist full of dark hair yanking the boy�s head back for better access
while his other hand released some of the pressure around Gohan�s torn neck. He
didn�t want the boy dead... just yet. It wouldn�t fit into his plans for
what the boy was to him now and forever more. No he needed him to live until he
had his full of him. The mark was now in place for all to witness and a curse
in the very real sense for those that wear it. It would be forever seen in
those that are Sayainjin as a clear taboo. That mixed
with his royal scent it would be a deadly deterrent for any fool that would
dare take unlawful liberties.

Gohan was completely his. Ridicule and shunned by
some, and feared by most.

...

Satisfied Vegeta shifted and lifted his weight from
the boy beneath and felt Gohan slump to the floor, his strength now deplete. He
frowned. Something uncomfortable tugged at his consciousness. He didn�t like
how he felt at that moment and this caused a sting of concern. It was an uncharacteristic, and unwanted feeling.

He knelt, sprawled over the boy and memorised by
the mark. His mark. A victorious and arrogant smile
tugged at the corner of his lips until his eyes fell on trail of silent tears,
angry tears at that, but still tears none the leases....so unSayian. His eyes narrowed dangerously and he shifted back
onto his haunches inhaling sharply ...fury! Eyes burning as rage surfaced
fast... how dare HE!

What a miserable thankless half-breed!
Doesn�t the boy realise that Vegeta, the crown PRINCE, could have
anyone? This was an insult of the worst
KIND!

Finally released, enough that Gohan could roll on
his side gasping. His aching muscles arms still bound tightly behind him so he
was unable to soothe his bruised throat sustained from the violent assault,
rasping, coughing up a storm. He struggled to fill his burning lungs with the
much needed air he had being deprived. His dark eyes fluttered open enough to
glare back up at the prince with hatred. �b-b...astard! It came out scratched and husky only a
whisper before he started coughing again but the murderous hatred was
unmistakable. It was all it took before he found himself slammed hard against
the dresser which splintered. It crumbled into a thousand pieces around
him while he collapsed to the floor like a broken doll.

His left side collided hard with the floor. This
time he did manage to cry hoarsely as he felt his shoulder shatter under the
brutal impact. Eyes slammed shut. He was vaguely aware there was a lot of
shouting around him, yelling. The racket commotion only escalated. There was
struggle nearby and he heard things breaking around
him just before the awful wail. Someone must be very badly hurt Gohan thought
unable to move. Then the awful smell of something nearby burning, flesh there
was no mistake there.

It was then someone had roughly lifted him up and
tossed him unceremoniously over a shoulder. Gohan was unable choke back the cry
that ripped through his throat when the shockwaves of pain ripped violently
through him.

I�m going to die he thought
vaguely before losing the battle for consciousness and falling sinking into
overwhelming abyss.

... and finding
himself welcoming it.

ooo

�I can�t believe THIS!� Videl screamed
through the invisible shield that hummed whenever they got too close letting
them know that the deadly current was there, trapping them in their cramped
cell. �WHERE IS HE?�

�Videl it�s no use they�re not listening.� Spooner
sighed coming up beside her and wrapping a strong arm around her in the hope
for calm. �Come. Sit down. I�m sure the General is doing everything possible.
After all he�s Gohan�s grandsire.� He reminded them trying to put on a strong
front for his friends. Sniffling Videl turned and buried her face into the
warmth of the welcoming embrace trying desperately not to cry.

Spooner turned to Al who hadn�t spoken a single
word since they had tried in vain to help Kakarrot
from being captured by the king�s guards. He himself questioned their
overconfidence in their heroic plan when they snuck passed the royal guards
arguing with their prince.

Being unable to help their friend with been swarmed
by so many guards they had in their mind to go ahead and see if they could do
something for Gohan�s dad. Maybe together they had some hope in getting Kakarrot out of there, but instead they were caught, their
plan foiled. There was nothing else they could do but to surrender. They were
rounded up and taken roughly back to the palace alongside the injured earth Saiyan.

It had been sometime and with each agonising moment
Videl grew more anxious for Gohan�s wellbeing. It was cutting into her already
frail nerves as it was for all of them.

Al sat motionless cross-legged on the floor with
his back pressed up against the wall in the same cell Arms folded defensively
in front of him. Dark angry eyes lowered in a frown. All of his emotion
swelled restricting and pulling at his chest making it impossible to breathe
without his nostrils flaring in aggravation.

It was so unlike the lithe teen to shut others out
like he was. Spooner knew he was hurting as much as Videl. It upset him to see
them like this and being unable to help them. A sense of protectiveness rose in
him over the two seemingly fragile friends. He turned back to the door and
prayed against hope that something would intervene in the prince�s plans, but
in his heavy heart he couldn�t but wonder if it was all too late.

ooo

Spooner wasn�t the only one below the palace walls
that was pondering Gohan�s fate. A few cells down on the opposite side Goku
propped himself awkwardly further up against the crumbling wall manoeuvring his
injured leg in front of him to get better look at the nasty gash that ran along
the side of his thigh. He slammed his eyes shut tight whenever the pain jolted
through him, face twisting and unable to stifle the cry of anguish that escaped
his clenched jaws. Goku clutched at his leg in agony and tried in vain to
prevent any more blood loss. There was nothing to wrap the open wound and slow
the bleeding which made things worse. If that wasn�t enough he felt as if he
had broken one or two ribs along the way with his lungs burning inside his
chest making each breath short and painful.

Torn and bloody he shifted impatiently on the filth
covered floor. Goku wanted out of there. He wanted to get his hands around the
male�s neck that had taken his son. Heaven help what was in store for his only
child because there was no such luck in store for the prince when he got free
from these ki-band cells. He already felt drained as
his power was being kept at bay. He growled in frustration and anger flashed in
his eyes as he looked towards the dungeon entrance just willing for someone to
step through, so desperate to hear of any news about his child. Heavy with
torment, troubled thoughts flashed before him. Defeated his head lolled back
against the wall. Eyelids slid close exhausted torn praying that his father Bardock will come with any news, and soon.

ooo

�Get UP!� A guard barked, kicking Goku in his ribs
with the full weight of his boot knocking him over onto his side.

Goku knelt on all fours with his head hung low and
biting his bottom lip holding back the cry that would have escaped. He glared back, through under dark lashes wanting nothing more than
ever to get his strength back and unleash it out on this overconfident baka.

Not missing Bardock�s
commanding stature with a cold stoic mask. With a threatening growl the General
advanced forward and backhanded the guard hard knocking him off balance. With a
stern glare that had the guard flush embarrassed for being caught out,
nervously step back allowing Bardock more room.

He looked up to meet his father�s determined but
masked features, �Anything?� Goku asked unable to hide his concern or not
caring either.

�Yes, but not here.� Bardock
motioned his head back towards the cells that held his grandson�s friends. He
knew they would be listening and this wasn�t something for their ears. Not just
yet.

Goku frowned not liking the sound of it but he
allowed his father to help lift him up and hissing as his leg all but gave out
beneath him. Bardock frowned turning to the nervous
guard.

�Get on the other side of him. Help me take him to
the infirmary.�

�Yes my General.�
The guard obediently moved to help. Ignoring him Goku forced himself to move
without letting on how painful it was.

�He�s alright isn�t he?� He couldn�t stop himself
from asking as his dark pleading eyes pierced his sires. Goku�s
heart sunk further when he glimpsed a flash of concern in the same dark eyes he
inherited.

�They are preparing a rejuvenating tank for you.
Once your strength has returned, we�ll talk.�

Frowning, �Okay...� but it was far from
okay.

�General Bardock, sir?� Bardock frowned turning to Videl with hopeful eyes alight
as they came towards their cell. They were all standing facing him looking
between him and his son Kakarrot expectantly,
pleading. �Gohan?�

His dark eyes fixed on each of them wishing he
could give them what they desperately wanted to hear. Spooner frowned, either feeling over confident or too much concern
to feel fearful. He boldly stepped forwarded for them all. �We need something
sir. Can you tell us at least if he�s safe or even alive?� It was a question on
all of their minds.

Bardock lowered his eyes a frowned marring his otherwise flawless features. His
silence only added to their fears.

�Pleeease...
is he alive?� Al pleaded and found himself bravely stepping in front of
his friends. Bardock could feel his son Kakarrot tensing beside him he didn�t believe it had
anything to do with the pain his son was suffering.

�We believe so.�

It wasn�t very reassuring. Their faces twisted with
that uncertainty, but before any of them could mouth anything else he moved on
towards the exit. How could he not know was on everyone�s mind as Goku was
hastily ushered from the room. Their pleas became muffled as the door
snapped closed. Not looking at his father Goku focused on getting to the
infirmary. The sooner he gets there the sooner he was going get to the bottom
of this and heaven help anyone that gets in his way.

TBC...

A/N: A
BIG thanks to my editor Vegeta-sire who�s overworked
and underpaid hehe! :)

Thanks
for reading! ;)�
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