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F Vejiita growled menacingly as his future son dared to claim his title.
"How dare you defile the throne! You little half-breed bastard!" Maniacal laughter met his outrage, the demi-Saiyan taking yet another step closer, but he refused to back down, almost panting with the rage and indignation that he felt.

His tail snapped behind him in obvious agitation.

The boy was inhumanly still, cobalt eyes going black as his pupils dilated, making him look even more like the garrison who had a hand in his creation.

The pallid prince could feel the sexual pleasure he gained from the scent of the other man's wrath and intermingled fear. It was threatening to send him to his knees...

But that wasn't his place.

He was the prince of Saiyans.

This…imposter before him deserved that place….

…And Vejiita would never know how the boy got so damn fast. One instant they were face to face, staring one another down, hackles raised…and the next the Ouji was face down in the grass, agony singing through every nerve ending in his body.

The demi fingered the furry appendage in his grip. It was so fragile…so easy to crush. But he didn't. He wanted the other Saiyan awake for this.

Vejiita's face was contorted in pain. Each squeeze of the large hand on his tail had him cringing like a weakling. /Gods, no! I am NOT this weak.../ But it only got worse as that horrid hand began to caress the downy fur, stroking against the natural lay.

Licking his lips, Torunks smirked as the man below him began to quiver, breath catching in kittenish cries as the pleasure overran his conscious mind. His already aching arousal wept for satisfaction, and the writhing, spandex clad figure on the ground before him seemed all too eager to oblige him.

The prince's hips jerked as the blue material was ripped from his body--but he hadn't the will, the strength to fight. Part of his mind was agonizingly aware of his position and he hated himself for it. Unfortunately, his body was in control and it was with a moan that he accepted the demi-Saiyan's thick heat between his thighs.

/This…this is not happening.../ He opened his mouth in a silent scream of unchecked pleasure, eyes rolling back at the beautiful force and eroticism of the unreal situation.

/No.../

He felt one strong hand grip his hip in an attempt to steady the man behind him, while the other continued it's gentle ministrations on the long, lithe appendage that seemed to hold all the power in the situation.

He who has the saru by the tail seems to have the saru, ne...?

Mirai smirked, closing his eyes to revel cleanly in the clenched moans he skillfully 'forced' from the shuddering figure below him.

This had been much too easy.

First he finds the boy is a little more than…willing.…to play his games, then this sorry excuse for a prince shows up--virtually on cue...!

And to top it off, his defenses were completely down!

Mirai's eyes glinted, lost to the thrusts and muffled noises slowly surrounding him. /At least the boy had tried to relent.../ He shook his head, smirk curling. It had been just too easy...

A snarl escaped Vejiita as Torunks continued his attack on the older Saiyan's tail--manipulating the length of fur, winding it, bending it, stressing it--but never actually breaking it. No, that would end the fun all too soon.

The darker prince tried desperately to regain his long gone composure as the boy managed to press him flat to the ground. /This...will not...do.../ he raised himself up on his forearms and attempted to crawl forward--away from the incessant pounding of the boy behind him.

But a fast hand wrapped around his neck and forced him down again, pinning him to the ground quickly, a small cloud of dirt and dust rising at the impact.

Vejiita winced low as he felt the sting of a sharp rock cut into the tender flesh at his throat. He felt the fingers on his neck squeeze; the short nails dug into skin, the pain mimicking that caused by the invading stone.

Then he felt a sudden shift of weight as the boy slowed his movements, leaning down to lie atop the captured prince. Hot breath in his ear drew a shudder from the prone potentate, eyes opening painfully at the words poured over him.

"No you don't, you little bastard."

The elder Saiyan struggled in vain against his future son's weight--the grip on his neck only tightening in response. Gritted teeth stifled a whine of pain as he felt the warm trails of escaping blood ooze slowly towards the ground, carving their paths across his cool skin.

Torunks chuckled lightly at the comedy of his captives renewed vigour. "So you want to play tag, chibi saru...?"

The prince's face reddened in anger and humility.

...and…was that…lust...?

He turned his eyes to look over his shoulder--pale hair blocking his view. He bore his teeth in compulsory silence as the figure chuckled again and sped up, driving his elder's body forward and back with each thrust, rubbing his cheek raw on the rocky ground below them

"Hn," he pulled up from his father, resting his weight on the hand at his neck--the other still gripping his tail. "You will pay for the damage you've done to the Royal House you filthy whore." Vejiita growled, his struggling fueled by the accusation. "No common tart like you could ever bare my title..."

Despite the agony, the pure, unadulterated twinge of his situation, the dark prince found the strength to raise himself to one forearm, clawing in rage at the hand on his neck--only to pause suddenly.

As the tear slid down his tortured cheek he let out the delayed howl, falling defeated to the earth once more, writhing in pain. Mirai smirked as the satisfying *snaps* of the tail echoed in his ears. He smiled broadly as he felt the shudder run through the body below him, stopping all movements to listen to the choked whimpers of the poor, weak 'Saiyan'.

"Serves you right, bitch." He renewed his grasp on the tattered tail, yanking sharply, wrenching a wail of misery from the teary, crimson-kissed king. Good. It may have been broken, but it was still useful...

Mirai no Torunks quickly pulled himself from the quivering clown, releasing his neck and allowing him to fall fully to the ground, naked legs a tangle between Mirai's knees.

His sinister smile twisted evilly--reaching a hand out he flipped the figure over onto his back, staring at his father's closed eyes until they opened.

Vejiita could only feel pain. His entire body screamed in agony--any arousal he may have felt was now long gone. Slowly raising his lids, he willed the fire in his back and spine to die down…the short reprieve he'd been granted aiding him to realize his son had stopped the assault.

But he was not to recover an ounce of his loss as his lips were suddenly covered in a wet heat. Wide eyes saw blurry lavender cascading across his cheek.

He tried to draw back, disgusted by the boy's physical attack, only to grant the probing tongue entrance, his eldest son muffling the would-be cries that climbed, once more, throughout his body.

/Hn. You can't even face the victor with honour. Fucking whore. Good for nothing but a place to dump spent seed./ He wrung the tail again, forcing the kiss to break as Vejiita turned his head, teeth shining in the light--seeming to glow with bitterness and hatred for his son.

"Heh." Mirai looked casually over to the still figure of his spent self. "Well, I'm sure he'd love to see this…fucking pervert." He looked down at the panting man on the ground who still refused to meet his eyes. "I don't know what you did while he was growing up, my sire, but you certainly raised one dirty little hentai."

Vejiita drew the corners of his mouth down, willing the boy to cease his dribbling nonsense and release his tail so he could thoroughly beat the shit out of him.

Mirai chuckled at the obvious reaction he was drawing from the man. "Imagine it, though," he continued, "the boy is weak, of that you are already aware. But," a pause for effect, "do you realize what his biggest weakness is...?" He lowered his face to Vejiita's cheek, lightly brushing his nose over the raw flesh, daring to dart his tongue out to explore the scrapes and gashes from earlier.

The Ou wrinkled his nose in disgust, drawing back as far as his battered frame would allow, glaring at the boy's pale, unmarred skin.

"His biggest weakness. I know you want to know. I know you already know..." he placed a gentle kiss on his father's forehead and sat back.

Vejiita turned to face him.

"He seeks approval. He'd do anything for recognition." He narrowed his eyes toward the figure below, insinuating. "ANYTHING." He raised a brow and looked back to the almost angelic nudity of the immobile teen. "So long as it pleased his father. So long as he could go to bed every night with that cheap little fuck of his and picture his father moaning beneath his touch."

Torunks smirked as Vejiita's eyes widened, face paling in pure shock. The pallid prince merely smiled innocently as he continued. "So long as he only dreamed about the forbidden love a father can never have for his son, he would be weak." He leaned down to the torn frame gritting his teeth and growling low, face slowly sobering. "That's why I finally decided to show him I care..." he ran a tongue over the darker Saiyan's exposed throat--the old man turned away again.

But Torunks held his head still, fingers ripping at the dark tresses in his fist, locking their eyes and narrowing his own. "I have made the boy stronger. He is now fit to rule in my absence. He is now the true prince of his people..."

He held the breath as he felt the fingers enter his tender asshole, the force and sheer number drawing a cry from his parched throat. "...and you are now fit to be my dog, cunt."

The future prince sped up slowly, glancing occasionally at his invading digits, amused by the fact such a small opening could indeed take so many. A whimper drew his attention from his thoughts and he saw his father try to remove the fingers. He flashed a cruel grin and brought the tattered tail to his mouth, biting down with all the force he held in his jaw. Instantly the prying hands dropped away and the abused prince arched his back towards his son in agony--breath hitching at the new pain, his tears now flowing unbidden.

The paler prince smiled at the picture he was painting and decided it wise to end this game soon. He had come close to release several times since he had first entered his whore, but now he was ready.

He forced another finger into the strained opening, drawing another cry from the downed sovereign, as well as another feeble attempt at escape.

/Ba-ka.../ Torunks shook his head. "I'm through with these games, fucking cunt." He pressed on, ascending to the first level of Super Saiyan and speeding up his attack.

Forgetting all royal dignity in favour of survival and escape, Vejiita stated his plea. "No..." but that was all he got out before the next shrill caw as he felt his eldest son's entire fist thrust upward inside of him.

He couldn't feel his tail anymore, but he knew by the sound it had been broken again...

The pale prince smiled. He was sooo close to completion--so close, he wouldn't need to be touched for this one. Glancing down, staring in unpolluted satisfaction as his fist repeatedly entered and exited that slowly tearing space, his eyes brightened. A pale smear of brown began to coat his hand, gradually growing to a rich, deep crimson with each thrust. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply, the thick stench blanketed his senses in the smell and feel of the blood he longed to shed. /This...this will be...goo...ood.../ he managed slowly as he felt the tip of his head bead, the orgasm imminent--mere moments away.

Vejiita cried out one last time in complete and exhausted desperation as he felt himself ripped apart, allowing the crazed figure at his side unlimited access to his small frame…

A ways off, a moan caught his ears, and he tried to find it, succeeding only in licking his parched lips. He twisted his head to the side and slowly raised himself up on one elbow--cursing every god he'd known for the pounding in his head, and the tightness in his neck.

He snapped his blurred eyes open as he heard the scream, blinking rapidly to see where it had come from. Another scream soon followed, and then more, and he sat slowly, shading his eyes from the invading light of the sun and desperately trying to decipher the two figures off to his side.

A slight breeze drew his attention to his bare legs--the surprising scent of blood thick on the air widened his eyes.

And then the small puddle of brown between his thighs….

"No," he sniffed again, "not mine." He looked to the figures again, just as the last cry escaped the prone figure's lips, and his brows rose in recognition of the two.

"...papa...."

Vejiita 's scream echoed for miles as the fist within him began to glow golden with carefully concentrated ki, widening the opening that was already ripped and torn from Mirai's earlier…engagements. The heat effectively cauterized wounds that seeped the prince's royal blood, christening the ground with his crimson existence. The savage cry that was forcefully pounded from his throat left the passage raw and agonizingly painful as he attempted, unsuccessfully, to swallow the moans and pleas that followed in sick, verbal procession.

He was no longer a Saiyan prince--no Saiyan had ever endured this amount of pain; his sadistic future son was literally tearing him apart.

Vibrant liquid bubbled in his throat, choking his airways before his instincts kicked in enough to spit the coppery fluid out in a thick ruby spray. What remained trickled back down his esophagus and into his stomach, causing him to retch--his head to whirl dizzyingly, the white flecks that appeared in his vision only adding to the increasing nausea.

K'so…he was finally going to pass out...thank the gods...