Undead

Bulma screeched and clawed against the bonds that held her.  Conscious thought was now far beyond her grasp.  The once brilliant scientist had been reverted to a mindless thing that wanted nothing more than to tear the pink tissue from living things.

Following his general code, Goku could not bring himself to harm his oldest friend.  No matter the circumstance.  Vegeta, Mirai and Goten were nowhere to be found and Gohan and Trunks were the only two that could help him in this situation, seeing as they were now up to date on current events.

“What about the dragon balls?”  Gohan asked.

“huh?” Goku answered completely spaced out.

“I said, what if we gathered the dragon balls and wished for them to be fine again?” Gohan suggested.

Goku thought for a minute, “We can’t. ”  closing his eyes, he gathered his words carefully before proceeding.  “We were warned by King Kai that each wish we make for good fills each ball with the evil to balance the wish that was made.  If we continue to use the dragon balls as we have the consequences could be more dire than the outcome we are facing now… No Gohan, we can’t use them. ”

Gohan looked to his feet understanding the gravity of the situation.  They had no quick fixes anymore.  Abuse of the dragon balls was no fairytale.  The Namekians knew how precarious instantaneous desires blessed into existence are and kept their gift sacred for as long as their species existed.  Earth hadn’t the discipline for such a gift.  Instead the warriors took great chances and took on foolish endeavors with the knowledge that it only takes a few days and a radar to bring them back from death. 

Death, once the ultimatum to life.  The purpose to do, to do without and to lose to inevitability.  God, Vegeta had once wished for immortality.  Out of revenge for a tyrant, but what then?  Tyrants will die.  Even if you don’t defeat them, they will eventually die.  What would you do with all the time the universe has to offer? 

Lose your fucking mind, that’s what.  And that’s what Goku was now faced with.  His friends and family stricken with a deadly infectious virus that threatened the world he fought and died for numerous times.  He would have to rely on the genius of the Capsule Corp scientists to cure this disease.  And this is only the preliminary phase.  The worst had yet to land on the Earth.

***

Goten demi-sayjin mind was far too drunk with lust and hunger to care about the time traveler at the moment.  He had Vegeta pinned down and the teens horny diseased mind was screaming for him to fuck the Sayjin now.  Vegeta had started to come to, only to find himself powerless and restrained by this infected youth. 

“your son moans like a whore Vegeta” Goten goaded noticing his prince had regained some of his senses.

He paused for a moment reviling in the look shot at him before continuing, “do you?” he asked before tearing off the offending clothing that prevented him from quenching one of his needs.

Vegeta struggled against the onslaught and unnerving sensations he was receiving from Gotens hands with no avail.  Soon he was naked under his capture and was sure his teeth would crush under the force his jaw was subjecting them to. 

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!” now he was getting desperate… it had been many years since he had felt anywhere near this distressed and was completely taken off guard. 

Goten should not be this strong.

Goten should not be touching him there.

Goten should not…

“…auhhggg…” escaped his lips as he was entered none to gently.

Goten snickered. “That’s close…” he mused as he picked up a rhythm.  Vegeta refused to give him anymore and simply resigned himself to fighting the restraints ignoring the creature as best he could and focus on anything but…this…