• 1-The day that changed everything

It had been a strikingly cold morning, the kind of morning that would completely debilitate a normal person, but not him, not Vegita the mighty prince of a lost race that would die with him and him alone. He had been doing a Kata in the front yard of his home for over an hour now. It was a pure and flowing dance of energy Ki formed around him and moved with him like a dancer moving with a soft silk cloth. It was perfect, pure and perfect, and it was the only thing he had to comfort him in his time of loss. He had scolded himself for over a year now cursing and frothing that he would have actually admitted his defeat to his long time rival now assumed friend Gokuh. His loss was himself.

He didn’t make any noises or open his eyes as he danced slowly pulling his Ki into odd flowing shapes. The ritualistic dancing could have been called pretty had it been done by a trained pretty boy, but Vegita wasn’t pretty, he was scarred and callused. His Tan skin showing just the slight signs of age was hidden underneath a thousand scars given by nameless adversaries over the period of his life. He was hard trained and hard lived. The perfect dance however was the only thing that he held that he had perfected in such a way that no one else could have mimicked it. It was his ans als alone, his one victory over his many defeats, and he would be damned if anyone but the woman saw him attempting it.

The Ki slowly dispersed as if dancers leaving a stage. When it had come to clear only the man himself stood facing the sun which had just began to peak over the horizon. His breath came in a slow rhythmic pattern to the icy world outside leaving a crystallized trail from his mouth to the world around him.

Without warning his eyes snapped open his dark gaze just as cold as the snow-covered land he stood on. He was aggravated, aggravated to the boiling point, and he had kept it all inside, waiting for it to finally boil over to make something of itself, but it never did. He had been waiting a year acting kindly to those around him just to build frustration for something, anything, anything to change the world around him, and yet nothing ever came. The one thing he was hoping for never came. The chance to better himself against his adversary had never presented itself. It made his blood run cold.

Every Muscle in his body shivered at the thought of dominating and beating his friend. A blood lust like no other took hold in his mind, and everything became clearer then it had ever. He looked around, his body shaking with an unanswered excitement, something was different about today, something was darker then it had been, something in Vegita’s mind clicked, and his last shred of pride pulled taut and snapped. The sun became blindingly white as it’s colors reflected off the snow. While searching deeply within himself he found a form of fighting that could not be fought against. The perfect way to finally beat his adversary and regain his tarnished title was presented to him in a flash during his Kata. And a single bell had rung clear in Vegita’s head a bell that had grown quiet since the appearance of Gokuh in his life.

Without a second thought Vegita took off like a shot into the sky. He raised his power level to the point where he almost turned super saiya-jin and blasted over the countryside. The icy cold wind wrapped around him like a wet blanket and only added to his enthusiasm. His rush superheated his muscles yet they still rippled as though the chill was getting to them. His face however did not hold that characteristic smirk, no, instead it held a look of calmness, a look that had only passed his visage when his adversary was dead, and all thoughts of him ever returning were snuffed out. His mind once a giant mess of unanswered questions was silent and prepared. In his insanity he had become what he had always wanted to be. A cold-blooded machine ready for the final strike.

Clouds began to hover close sending stinging bits of snow flying onto his skin and into his eyes. The sting drove him on as he reached the foothills of the mountain country. His only guide to where he was going was presented in the form of a small mental ping. A flux in his spirit every time Gokuh’s heart beat. It allowed him to pinpoint where the man was, and let Vegita know that the only person around him or within reaching distance was Gokuh’s wife. Perfect.

He flew in closer to the ground, the clouds now thick enough that large chunks of ice would impede his progress towards his enemy. A fire was burning in his spirit, a fire that could only grow. The cold grew and the light began to disappear under the thick blanket of snow that was reaching out towards the ground. He flew closer to the ground the little visibility in front of him shortly covered behind him with the plume of snow that marked his passing. Ice formed on his eyelashes and brows and streaks of what was once water ran along his shirtless body making him shimmer. The wind howled around him calling to him begging him to go back but he pressed on homing in on that pulsing signal like a predator to prey.

The signal was getting closer now and Vegita’s heart skipped a beat as his excitement grew. His face went from one of passiveness to one of determination. His hands clenched and unclenched egger for what awaited them as he passed by endless cliffs and valleys. He could see little lights every now and then when the air would clear, marking houses, shops, and various other dwellings. The pulsing of his adversary’s Ki grew closer and stronger. It filled his mind like a drumbeat driving him on. The pounding became almost unbearable the closer he got and he liked it.

Finally it came into view; the little house that Gokuh lived in. Vegita’s teeth clenched together his face tightening. His muscles tingled and shivered when he began to slow. He stopped and landed outside the front door of the warmly lit dwelling. He could hear the woman inside through the howling wind. She was humming to herself. Gokuh wasn’t up yet His Ki resided on the second story towards the back. Vegita’s face set itself into a mask even though his insides were practically bursting with the knowledge that the fight was going to be his today. Yes today would be different.

Without warning Vegita reached out and slammed open the door. The light in the kitchen of the dwelling burst and the wind outside rushed inside sending snow and ice into the living room. The house looked cold now just like him. The woman was standing by the kitchen sink, which could be seen from the front door.

“Gohan is that you… No.” The woman said stepping forward. Recognition dawned on her face when she stepped from the kitchen to the living room. “Vegita?”

Before the words were fully out of her mouth he was besides her looking at her like a cat shown fresh veal. He heard her gasp and smelt the fear hit the air almost instantly. He then phased behind her holding her in a lovers embrace. It took every bit of will not to crush the woman under his grasp but he managed not to do so. She began to shake as he brought his nose to her neck and inhaled her scent. It was robust, yet bitter in Vegita’s nose. Tears began to streak down her face as the fear took full effect, rendering her helpless in his grip.

How easy it would have been for him to kill her, So simple just to point a blast at her head and watch as it collapsed onto her chest after his Ki melted her insides, but no. She had to be around to pick up the pieces. His plan wouldn’t work without Gokuh’s mate intact and uninjured so instead of drawing out her death like he so desired he raised his hand a tweaked a nerve in her neck making her fall unconscious. He inhaled deeply once more before setting her on a nearby couch.

Now it was just him, the cold, and the heavy pulsing that was coming from the upper end of the house. He took his time getting to the upstairs taking slow even steps even though his excitement was thrashing Ki around him. With each step up the dimly lit hallway began to glow brighter. Vegita’s muscles were rippling with anticipation, his hands were working themselves into and out of fists, the sheer will it took to keep himself from jumping the gun was beginning to make him shake, and the blood lust he had right now could only be satisfied with one thing.

He reached the hallway and his hand felt the door. There was no turning back after he opened the door, he was past the point of no return the second he stepped into that room, and for once in his life he was ready. He was ready to take those final steps into the unknown and allow the leaves to fall because he knew that there was no way he was loosing this one. He allowed his hand to trace over the door handle, it had been dented by strong hands grabbing it and turning it to fast or with to much strength.

He slowly pushed open the door and glanced into the room. The bed itself was built into an ve jve just below a window. His muscles tightened as he saw that he was correct in assuming that Gokuh was in this room. Gokuh was curled tight around the blankets and sound asleep. Vegita lurched forward but stopped himself before he got midway in the room. He waited body poised every muscle tense and at the ready.

“Chichi? Is that you?” A tired voice called through the gray of the room.

Vegita didn’t answer he waited. He could smell Gokuh now and he could hear the larger man’s heartbeat. He could practically taste the blood he mhe man. His eyes widened slightly in anticipation as he watched the mound of covers shift, and a tuft of wild black hair poke through the top.

“Chichi don’t play games with me this early in the morning…” There was a muffled groan and the larger man sat up and opened his eyes. “Chichi?”

Vegita stood perfectly still, the only thing moving was the tips of his fingers, which had began to twitch in much the same way as a cat’s tail twitches. The silence in the room seemed to stretch out to eternity as finally Gokuh’s eyes registered who was standing in the room with him.

“Veg….UMPH” He didn’t get the words out before Vegita had forced all of his strength against Gokuh and against the bed he was currently residing in. The bed blasted through the wall like it wasn’t there and Gokuh followed suit still tangled in his blankets. Gokuh and the bed landed in the snow with the thud. The force of the motion Vegita had created sent Gokuh tumbling Sevral hundred feet from where the bed was and had wrapped the blanket so tightly around Gokuh he was having trouble struggling out of it. Vegita landed next to the struggling Gokuh softly.

“Gah, ung. What is the meaning of this Vegita?” Gokuh said mumbling under his breath.

Vegita looked down at the other man, his expression blank. Before Gokuh could get fully out of the blanket Vegita reached over and tossed the bigger man into the air like a rag doll and pointed his hand at the man who was still ascending into the air.

“VEGITA!!” Gokuh screamed his panic momentarily making him forget all the martial arts he had been taught.

Vegita aimed, and fired a blast in Gokuh’s direction. The bright yellow streak reached it’s target and Vegita allowed his lip to curl up ever so slightly. There was an Explosion of color, and a loud scream from Gokuh, then the sky was clear and all that could be seen was the bigger man falling down to the ground. Vegita would have chuckled, he would have gloated over such a feat not weeks before, but he knew if He did he would automatically loose his advantage. He was a warrior and it was a warrior’s job to best decide how to defeat the enemy.

He quickly flew over to where the bigger man fell and looked at him. The blast wasn’t meant to hurt or to kill him; in fact he wanted Gokuh as unscathed as possible, and the blast had done its Job. Gokuh was shivering on the ground so completely caught off guard that he thought the blast had made contact and he would be dead any minute. Vegita watched as Gokuh forced his eyes open and took a look at his hands. At first when Gokuh looked, he looked with dread, then surprise, and then confusion. Just as quickly as he looked at his hands He sat up and felt over the rest of his body. Vegita watched hungrily.

“You, you didn’t hurt me?” Gokuh said a shake in his voice. “But why?”

Vegita stood in the snow looking down at the man, his face was again passive, and his stance somewhat at ease. He watched as Gokuh slowly hoisted himself up to his feet. Vegita looked him up and down watching as Gokuh’s muscles made little shivering motions to keep the larger man warm. He looked at Every Inch of Gokuh and made sure to name at least one reason to hate him all. Gokuh realized he was being looked at and realized that he was totally in the nude. his clothes had been shredded and disintegrated by the Ki blast that had over taken him. Gokuh scowled at the shorter man.

“Vegita, what’s the meaning of this?” He said taking a step closer to the shorter man.

Vegita didn’t miss a beat and before Gokuh could even blink the same type of Ki that had blasted Gokuh’s clothes away surrounded Vegita and make his clothing disappear. Gokuh looked at the shorter man and realized there was defiantly something wrong. Vegita’s glee bar barley held in check, he could feel the other man’s power level fluctuating greatly, yet still he kept the mask on and kept his face emotionless. His body however gave away his feelings, He stood painfully erect, and muscle shivers were making there way to and fro across his body.

“Ve-Ve-Vegita?” Gokuh stammered taking a step backwards.

It was to late, Vegita had already vanished and appeared behind Gokuh. He momentarily floated there before grabbing one of Gokuh’s shoulders with one hand and tracing the others muscle with another. Gokuh seized up, momentarily powerless under this new form of attack Vegita invented, and for all the life on planet earth the larger man couldn’t have moved a muscle. Fear seized Gokuh like a vise, and a cold sweat made its way to his brow. He could feel Vegita’s breath against his neck and an involuntary shiver ran down his spine. Vegita’s free handed fed from the shoulder to Gokuh’s spine and ran it slowly down the crevice of muscle it was located in..

“Dear God, What are you doing?” Gokuh cried still unable to get his body to move.

Vegita’s hand trailed lower still and he finally got the other man to have the reaction he was looking for. Gokuh began to get physically excited, he grunted trying to fight against it, but it wasn’t working.

“I,” Vegita stated an obvious husk in his voice. “Am winning.”

It had been the first and only words he had spoken all day long. Gokuh tensed further and Vegita saw his moment. As quick as a snake he reached out with Saiya-jin fangs and bit Gokuh in the crook of the neck. Gokuh Screamed and struggled his movement finally coming back to him again. Vegita Grunted and bit down harder drawing the larger saiya-jin’s blood into his mouth. As soon as he did, the other saiya-jin’s thoughts came screaming into his mind, His fears, his regrets, and his curiosities.

Vegita now had all the weapons he could ever need against the man but his plan was still only a fourth complete. With mighty swing Gokuh flipped Vegita off his back and sent him tumbling into the snow. Gokuh got into a fighting stance and waited for the attack to come, but none did. Vegita stood up slowly, this time letting a smirk show clearly across his face. Gokuh shuddered visibly. It was quite a sight to see, two men, both nude in the snow facing off, and yet there were no witnesses. The only person around for miles was knocout out cold in her living room. Vegita’s Smirk turned into an all out manic smile.

“What ever the Hell you’re thinking….”

“You’re not going to get away with it.” Vegita finished looking the other man strait in the eyes.

Gokuh gawked unable to see how Vegita could have known what he was saying. Fear filled him and Vegita just laughed. Something in Gokuh’s mind told him to fight, told him to charge at the smaller man, and to get this over as fast as possible. He hesitated for a second before blasting at Vegita full force. Fear was filling Gokuh’s mind, but it wasn’t enough to not make him realize that Vegita wasn’t going to block his attack. He tried to slow down but the odd confrontation between the two men had caused him to be clumsy in his movements and He Landed a fist strait on Vegita’s face. He felt a tooth go through Vegita’s lip and scrape his hand. It wasn’t enough to bleed, but he knew he had caused some damage to Vegita’s face.

Gokuh watched helplessly as Vegita’s body went flying limp across the snow. He landed, but not in the limp position Gokuh’s was expecting him to. He landed on all fours and glanced up to Gokuh smiling. Gokuh had indeed split Vegita’s lip and a volley of blood came pouring out from the bottom lip where it had split. Gokuh dropped his guard and stepped forward trying to Explain himself.

“Vegita! I am sorry, I….” He didn’t get a chance to finish before Vegita was face to face with him.

Gokuh seized up again but this time something unexpected happened. Instead of getting punched He felt a softness against his lips. He opened his eyes and saw Vegita. Before he could really have a reaction Vegita’s thumb found the wound where he had bit Gokuh and pressed down on it hard. Gokuh attempted to scream but was muffled by a mouth. Vegita’s Mind went wild, he didn’t think it could have been this easy to make his plan work, and was fully expecting a tough struggle to get even this far.

Gokuh struggled, but stopped when he felt Vegita’s tongue against his own. It wasn’t like a Kiss either, something was happening, something odd, and Gokuh couldn’t explain it. He tasted it then, Vegita’s blood. Vegita was using his tongue to flick it inside of Gokuh’s mouth. Vegita pulled away just as suddenly as he kissed Gokuh and watched. Gokuh was beyond words, and confused. He had Vegita’s blood running outside he mouth. In an unconscious action Gokuh licked what he could off his lips and swallowed.

Vegita’s eyes went wide as He felt the bond connect fully. At first Vegita tested out the bond, sending n image of freeza standing over him into Gokuh’s head. Gokuh jumped he felt momentarily displaced and suddenly freeza was hovering above him. The image faded and Vegita was still standing in front of him stark naked, with an odd little smile on his face.

I’m winning…Vegita’s voice said in Gokuh’s head.

Gokuh reeled backwards, he wasn’t sure if he had seen Vegita say that, or if it was in his head.

“No…” Gokuh said softly, the fear becoming more and more visible on his face. “What’s Wrong with me?”

I am going to win, you are defeated, give up… Vegita bombarded a little louder.

Gokuh didn’t have time to react before Vegita was again in front of him at eye level. His eyes were cold and hallow, they themselves looked like the ice covered land they were standing in. He leaned forward again kissing Gokuh roughly. Gokuh Tried to struggle but was bombarded again.

Gokuh struggled all the more, loosening Vegita’s Grasp enough to attempt to get a punch in, but it was a failed effort. Vegita effortlessly flew behind Gokuh and snaked an arm under Gokuh’s and Held him tight. He was So excited by now it was almost painful to feel the contact between the sensitive skin on his cock and the softer skin on Gokuh’s back. Gokuh began to struggle again, renewing his efforts to get away, but they just excited Vegita all the more. With his free arm he began to trace down Gokuh’s back again, Renewing Gokuh’s Erection.

“Vegita! What are you doing! Stop this! What Has got into you?” Gokuh said desperately turning and twisting trying to get the smaller man off his back. “Come on! Whatever it is I am sure we can setit bit better then this!”

No…”We can’t” Vegita snarled the last words, and with some effort against Gokuh’s struggling pressed his fingers into the only spot that would render Any saiya-jin helpless, the tail spot. Gokuh’s body went limp and what sounded like a whimper escaped his mouth. Vegita grabbed Gokuh’s hair with a fist and tilted his head back violently.

“You, are tane ane of my existence, and you have been for 15 years,” Vegita snarled “What’s worse is you always made light on my threats. After you thought you had us all beat you would even tease me for it, and joke about it like I hadn’t forgotten my promise.”

Vegita twisted his finger in the tail spot and laughed as Gokuh seized up and whimpered. The power he felt was beyond all of his hopes, he was half expected not to be satisfied by his revenge, but it was more then making up for even his wildest hopes. Gokuh was accentually at his mercy, He could kill him right now if he wanted to, but what he had in mind was far, far worse then killing.

“Now, now you see I was serious, now it is to late for you.” Vegita hissed pushing Gokuh’s head forward. “Now you will feel everything I have felt for these past years, you will bend to my will, and you will not disagree.”

Vegita’s nail dug a deep trench in the tail spot making sure to hit the cord that was exposed from the bottom part of Gokuh’s spine. Gokuh lurched forward and threw up. There was nothing in his stomach so the only thing that made it to the ground was spit and blood from Vegita’s kissing. Vegita released Gokuh and waited. The tail spot was very unique in a number of ways, the biggest being the fact that it had raw spinal cord right below the skin’s surface, making a mark in the spinal cord would make it impossible for Gokuh to power up until later.

“W-why, why now?” Gokuh said panting, “WHY DO THIS TO ME!”

Slow and sluggish Gokuh swung for Vegita. Vegita caught Gokuh’s hand without effort.

“Because your week, Selfish, and the only think you can think about is justice.” Vegita vaulted Gokuh around with his arm and threw him. “I can think of Justice that hasn’t been served, now it is your turn Gokuh to receive your judgment.”

Gokuh slid across the snow covered ground and landed on his hands and knees. He was panting from eh effort of keeping himself up. Before he could do anything he felt a hand grab his head. Vegita wrenched Gokuh’s head down into the snow till it hit the ground below and cackled.

You sorry excuse for a saiya-jin Vegita’s words echoed in Gokuh’s head again. You know what the Saiya-jin did to solders who abandoned their posts, those that took training lightly, and those with little to no brains?

Tears began to roll out of Gokuh’s eyes as thousands of images of Saiya-jin subjected to the worst forms of torturer flashed through his mind. Thousands of men forced to do unspeakable things to higher ranking generals, and a few flashes of freeza himself taking part in the scenes. Then everything stopped, Gokuh stared at the snow trying to blink away tears that were frozen to his face, and trying to get a handle on himself. Vegita glowered down at the larger man. He was no longer Holding Gokuh’s head. Instead he was idly rubbing his dick up and down waiting for the first little burst of precum to grace the tip of his penis. Gokuh moaned and shuddered as the cold finally started seeping into his knees and face.

“Don’t move.” Vegita said huskily his hand still tracing the length of his shaft. “You move you’ll regret it.”

Vegita Shifted himself so his was positioned right behind Gokuh, and shifted Gokuh’s knees so he could have easy access. Gokuh’s will was gone. It was taken away by all those images Vegita had stuck into his mind. He felt his body being moved and a strange heat near his buttocks but he was so exhausted and hurt from the ordeal he didn’t fight back. He didn’t even know what was going on until hot skin met his rear and a strange object was pushing at his balls.

“ve-Vegita? Wha-what are you doing.” Gokuh said through the silent sobs that were working there was through his body.

Gokuh about bolted upright when he felt a warm hand encircle around his not quite erect penis but was slammed down by a hand to the back of his head. The hand began to pulsate with Ki, sending a little vibration out to Gokuh’s fast growing groin. Gokuh began to cry in full. He didn’t know what was happening, he didn’t know what was going on, and he wanted to just wake up from the nightmare.

“The worst way to punish someone is to force them to enjoy their punishment.” Vegita said his voice cold again. “I am going to take your spirit, rip it in two, and force you to enjoy it.”

Gokuh started to try and struggle, but his strength was zapped, and the gentle pulling at his loin was making the struggle harder and harder. The pulling became more intense and Gokuh’s Erection filled out to full. Vegita cackled when he felt the hardness and traced along the Shaft with a finger. He was rewarded with a choked out sob and a shiver from the larger man.

It was now or never. Vegita, still massaging Gokuh’s dick with one hand, reached up with the other and began to trace along Gokuh’s ass. He traced all the way to the middle then followed down avoiding the tail spot. Gokuh Jerked when Vegita’s hand reached his anus. Without thinking twice Vegita brought the hand that was tracing up to his mouth and licked two fingers. Vegita reached down with his hand again and inserted one of the fingers into Gokuh’s Anus. Gokuh called out and tightened around Vegita’s Finger. Vegita Smiled and inserted another finger and twisted them around violently earning another call out from Gokuh.

“S-Stop!” Gokuh yelled his face flushing despite the fear he was feeling.

“It only gets worse from here, either relax and take it, or don’t and still take it, your choice.” Vegita sneered, his fingers still housed in the warmth of Gokuh’s Anus.

Vegita felt Gokuh tense up and tighten and he liked it. He quickly removed his fingers and stopped stroking Gokuh’s shaft. Gokuh raised himself up on an Elbow trying to right himself around, but not finding the strength to do so. Vegita grabbed Gokuh’s hips with one hand and his dick with the other and positioned himself at Gokuh’s entrance.

“Fine, tight? You weave your own rug.” Instead of sliding in easy like he had planned to do if Gokuh didn’t fight, he slammed the larger man ripping him open like a small stuffed toy.

Gokuh tensed when he felt the fingers leave and tensed more so when he felt Vegita at his entrance. Then it was like his world lit on fire. He had never felt pain like this before, an internal ripping pain that spread through his body like wild fire. He roared in pain the double set of vocals opening up fully and creating a feral scream of agony. Vegita’s mind felt Gokuh’s Agony and it about tipped him over the edge before he could even start. Gokuh’s Ki was White against Vegita’s black, and they twisted and pulled at each other internally sending both men crashing into each other’s minds. Vegita’s excitement grew as he saw that not only was Gokuh’s body being dominated but so was his mind.

Blood began to pool around Gokuh’s Entrance and Vegita’s Shaft making Vegita’s feral heart beat all the harder. Vegita laughed as he felt the warm fluid making its way down his leg and onto the snow. Gokuh had frozen, his eyes were wide and streaming with tears but not a sound came out, the pain he was feeling was greater then he had ever felt before, and his mind didn’t know how to deal with this kind of assault. Vegita pulled out slowly watching as his blood coated dick made it’s way out. He shivered in excitement has Gokuh’s body went on autopilot and tensed up again.

He began to thrust in and out slowly relishing in the waves of pain that washed over him from Gokuh’s mind. Gokuh’s mind was numb, he could barley feel his body and when he did everything felt painful. Vegita took thak mak moment to begin the mental torment again this time he had a purpose. He sent wave after wave of mental images of the thousands he saw go through the same process.

Gokuh Whimpered and Vegiaughaught his thoughts through the bond he formed with him. They were stuttered and even Gokuh’s mind sounded like it was crying.

No matter what, I am not going to let him do that to me. There was a pause and Gokuh yelled again as Vegita thrust rather hard. I am not going to let him know he can control me, I am not going to fall into his trap.