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Wounded	By : PrinceJiita Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2273 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, unfortunately. I only own my own thoughts. I make no money with this fic

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AN: This is a complete one-shot, but I might add more chapters at some point in time. Right now, you can consider it as finished.

Warnings: Rape, pain, angst, anal, humiliation. If you don't like this, don't say I didn't warn you!

Wounded

The young Saiyajin lay curled up on his bed, his eyes closed tightly shut. He didn’t have to look to know what he would be seeing. He could feel the other’s presence in the room. It made him sick. The mere thought of being soon touched again made him want to vomit, but he held back.

He fought the urge to whimper when he felt the additional weight on the mattress. He didn’t turn around when light fingers ran through his hair. When he took a breath he knew who had entered his room. Only one being on the whole damned ship smelled like this.

He had been on that cursed ship ever since he was four years old. Ten years. Was it really ten years already? The prince swallowed hard, trying to block out everything, his memories, his emotions, the tightness that formed in his chest. He knew he was close to a panic but he would not show it. Breathe steady, don’t let them win.

“Is the little prince asleep? But of course you are not, so stop pretending you are not aware of me, Bejiita.”

The hand left his hair and took hold of the thin blanket covering the lithe body of the young warrior. With a hard yank it was pulled away, the last piece of defence that had remained. Now his naked body was exposed to the golden eyes of the creature sitting next to him, and Bejiita could feel the gaze on his skin.

“My, my, you look like somebody has already been with you before I got the chance.” said a soft voice. The words had been whispered directly into his ear.

The young prince wanted to move, to fight back, to strike the creature, but his body did not obey. His muscles just tensed up and he felt like he was suffocating. He still refused to open his eyes, hoping against hope that the other would just go away, just leave him be after seeing the condition he was already in.

“I told you to stop pretending, you little monkey. Open your eyes and turn around.”

When Bejiita still did not move soft but strong hands grabbed his shoulders and spun him around on the bed. He groaned slightly, his body ached, his tense muscles screaming from the sudden movement. He opened his eyes, but didn’t look up at the other. He just stared straight ahead, not seeing anything at all.

“Who was here before me, Bejiita? Who left you in that state?” The question was uttered in the same soft voice, but Bejiita was not to be fooled by it. He knew the other was not concerned about his well-being or tried to comfort him.

“Recoome.”

The other’s face contorted in disgust.

“How disgusting. Well, we can hardly leave you in that state now, can we?” The man sighed and got up, walking away from the bed into an adjacent room. Bejiita closed his eyes again, trying once more to block out all the world. He knew this would not be over quickly. It never was. Not with this one. The self-loving bastard always tried to play with his head. Playing the nice and caring one. And then the pain would come, once the true sadistic nature of the alien surfaced.

“Get up, lil prince.” Bejiita was surprised the voice was so close again. He had not heard the steps coming back. He still refused to do anything. ‘I will not give in to you’ he thought defiantly. Not to mention the pain in his body making him wish for nothing than to lie here rolled up into a tight ball.

Strong arms grabbed him and lifted him off the bed. He was carried to the bathroom. He tried to keep as still and stiff as possible, fighting the tightness in his chest again. His eyes looked around the room as they entered. He saw that the tall man had prepared the bathtub for him.

Gently he was lowered into the warm water. He hissed when the water touched some of the fresh cuts and bruises, but after this one sound he remained silent again.

“Here, clean yourself.” Bejiita looked at the soap presented to him. He did not move, he just sat there in the hot water, his eyes staring blankly at his own hands.

The hand holding the soap moved a little closer, almost nudging him. “Take the soap and clean yourself.”

Bejiita lifted his eyes and looked at the hand with the soap. Then he shook his head slightly. “No.” he whispered.

Rage contorted the handsome features of the man next to him. The golden eyes narrowed. Suddenly the soap was flung right at Bejiita, hitting his shoulder painfully. The other stood above him, his body towering Bejiita’s small frame as he screamed at him.

“I told you to get that dirt off of you! I will not have you like this!”

Bejiita looked at the enraged face and for the first time his emotions betrayed the facade of indifference and apathy.

“Fine! For I don’t want you to have me! NEVER! JUST FUCK YOURSELF, ZARBON! I’LL NOT CLEAN MYSELF FOR YOU! I’LL...” Before he could say anymore Zarbon had lunged forward and grabbed the young prince by the throat. Strong hands cut off Bejiita’s air supply.

“If you think I will take such a behaviour, you are very much mistaken. You will not clean up yourself? Fine, then I will do it.” With those words Zarbon pushed the boy’s head and body under water. Bejiita struggled and tried to free himself of the cruel hands around his neck, but it was in vain. Zarbon was stronger.

After a moment he allowed Bejiita to resurface and catch some air, only to push him under again. This was repeated several times until Bejiita’s body gave up. There was no strength left in him. Zarbon let go of him.

“That’s better, now clean yourself.”

Bejiita took the soap into his trembling hands. Tears welled up in his eyes as he slowly started to wash his body. The water dripping from his hair mixed with the tears as they ran down his cheeks. He had been defeated again.

Zarbon kept watching the prince, his face calm and unmerciful. He was not moved by the boy’s tears. The silent crying only resulted in making him want the young Saiyajin more. He was just too beautiful when he finally cracked.

After a few minutes his body had been cleaned and Bejiita had regained his composure and control, stopping the tears. Zarbon grabbed his arm and helped him get up, making him stand next to the tub. The green haired alien took a huge soft towel and wrapped the lithe body of the prince in it. He started to dry the small warrior with caring expert hands, a soft smile on his face.

“You do know how beautiful you are, don’t you, little prince?” Bejiita didn’t fight or struggle, he just let Zarbon have his way with him for now. The panic was still bubbling close to the surface and Bejiita was sure it would overwhelm him if he tried to resist and failed now.

Suddenly Zarbon threw the towel to the floor and slapped the boy so hard that the small figure flew across the room and landed in the doorframe.

“You are nothing but a little whore, aren’t you? Don’t think I don’t see how you parade around the hallways! Always so graceful, always so seductive. You just always have to try and lure more people to your rooms, don’t you?” The stronger warrior’s voice was shrill and cruel and he kicked Bejiita’s ribs before pulling him up by the hair. Bejiita’s hands shot up and tried to pull Zarbon’s hand from his hair, a groan of pain escaping his lips as Zarbon pulled hard.

Zarbon flung him across the bedroom onto the mattress where the boy collapsed. The violent attack had caught him off guard, as well as the accusations. Zarbon knelt down on the bed next to him, grabbed another handfull of hair and started to slap Bejiita’s face.

“You....filthy...little...worthless....PIECE OF MEAT!”

“I.....I...don’t...I’m....I’m not.....”Bejiita tried to defend himself, both his body by shielding himself with his hands, as well as his honour, but Zarbon didn’t care to hear anything. The beating stopped, but he didn’t let go of the prince’s midnight black hair. His free hand grabbed Bejiita’s tail and gave it a hard squeeze.

This finally tore a scream from the boy’s lungs, the pain excruciating, white stars exploding behind his closed eyelids.

“Shut up, I don’t want to hear your excuses! Get on all fours, ass up in the air.” The command was accompanied by another squeeze, making clear what would happen if the order was not followed.

Bejiita’s pride screamed out to him as he slowly began to move into the ordered position. ‘I want not, I want not....why am I so weak? Why?’ His mind fought with his instincts of survival.

“That’s right, that’s what I like.” Zarbon’s hand moved softly over the pale skin of Bejiita’s back, pushing his face down into the pillows. A cruel smile came to his lips as he released the tail and pushed the younger one’s legs further apart, leaving him wide open and vulnerable.

“Did you displayed yourself like that for Recoome earlier, too? Did he get to enjoy you the way I will enjoy you now?”

“No.....stop that....I’m a prince...I’m not...AAAHHHHHHHHHH! ”A sharp yank and hard squeeze to his tail stopped Bejiita from rising his upper body and pressed his face back into the pillows, muffling his scream.

“Don’t you dare to try and get up again. Reach back and spread yourself for me. I want to get a good look at you.”

“No...I...AHHHH!” Again his tail was cruelly squeezed. Bejiita clenched his eyes shut and reached back. He knew he had lost already. His pride hollered at him but he could not listen to it now. The survival instincts were stronger. His hands grabbed hold of his cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing himself even more. He blushed in embarassment as he realized how this must look now.

“Hmmm....nice. Recoome has not finished what he had started I see. What did you do with him?” The voice sounded amused.

“I....I sucked him....he came before...he could do anything else....” The prince’s voice nearly failed him as he had to retell what had happened earlier.

“Sly little monkey, aren’t you? Good thing I am here now. We can’t have you getting away with such cheap tricks. Open yourself for me. Now.”

Tears of humiliation burned in the boy’s eyes as he heard what Zarbon ordered him to do. He knew what the blue-skinned alien wanted him to do, and how much he loved to humiliate Bejiita.

Slowly he reached back further and carefully inserted a shaky finger into his tight hole.

“Ach, what do you think? That I have all the time in the world to wait for you to get ready? Hurry up you stupid monkey! I don’t care if it hurts!”

The hand holding his tail tightened threateningly again. Bejiita shuddered and quickly pushed another finger from his other hand in along the first one. He winced slightly, but he knew that he had no choice. He bit his lower lip to stop himself from screaming as he pulled his fingers apart, opening his hole wider.

“That’s right. I didn’t say stop, just go on.”

“Please....” That was it, his will was broken, Zarbon had won. He was defeated. “Please....it hurts...please...”

“Hmmm....alright. Stop. I’m losing my patience anyway.” Zarbon shifted behind him. As soon as he withdrew his fingers, he could feel Zarbon push into him in one hard cruel thrust.

“Please...no......don’t....ahhhhh.......I......” Bejiita screamed out.

“Hmmm, you still are so tight. I like that a lot about you, you little whore.” Zarbon began to move. He full withdrew his hard cock, only to ram it back in in one brutal push, knowing very well that this hurt a lot more than it would if he had remained partly in the boy’s body. Over and over Zarbon repeated that cruel game, enjoying the prince’s screams and whimpers.

Bejiita burried his face in the pillows, not wanting to hear or see anything, tried to hold back the screams.

“Tell me that you are a whore.”

“No...”

Pain sliced through the prince’s being.

“Say it!”

“I....I am....I am a whore....” Bejiita whispered.

“Louder! Say that you are whore and that you love my cock up your ass.”

“I....” Bejiita turned his head to the side “I am a whore...and...I...love your cock....up my ass.” Tears were running freely down his face now.

“Beg me to fuck you harder, you worthless piece of shit!”

“No.....I...won’t!” Again pain ripped through his very being.

“SAY IT!”

“Please.....please fuck me harder....please.....” The words were uttered in a broken whimper.

Zarbon smiled again and thrust harder and deeper into the wrecked body. With an almost primal roar he spilled his seed in the young man’s tight heat.

For a moment he remained still, enjoying the afterglow, then he pulled out and got up.

“You know, it could be so much easier for you, Bejiita, if you only would accept your place on this ship. When will you finally understand that you are nothing but a toy to be enjoyed?” With those words Zarbon turned and left the room.

The prince curled up into a tight ball and started to sob uncontrollably, broken, hurt, defeated. ‘Why am I so weak?’

The End

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