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Three Hours	By : Spacefille Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1891 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z and I am making no money off of the following work of fiction.

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Title: Three Hours

Pairing: Nappa/Krillin

Notes: PWP. Rape-ity, rape rape rape. Obviously. Surprising non-violent. Also - heroic Krillin.

Extra notes: I like to torture my favorite characters. And, even though I love DBZ Abridged, the character assassination of Krillin gets to me sometimes. So… put those two together and things like this fic happen. Enjoy.

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They huddled, sort of, in a loose group. They already knew they couldn’t leave, the attack Nappa had sent their way convinced them all of that. Piccolo had assessed the situation and sat cross-legged on the ground, Gohan fidgeting beside him. Krillin sat as well, to conserve his energy, a little ways off from them.

The peace didn’t last long. The big one, Nappa, was impatient. “Are you sure we can’t…”

“No,” Vegeta replied.

“Aw, Vegeta,” Nappa protested, sulking.

“Three hours,” the small one looked bored. “Settle down Nappa, it will be worth it in the end.”

Nappa pouted. That lasted all of five minutes. Then he brightened a bit. “Hey Vegeta, can I go fuck some of their woman while we wait? There’s tons of women here, they won’t miss a couple. Especially if we’re just gonna kill them all anyway, later.”

Krillin felt his blood go cold at that. Even Piccolo raised his head.

Vegeta inspected his gloves, looking even more bored, like his partner didn’t just ask to go rape and possibly kill a couple humans. “Fine,” he said after a pause. “Just get back here before the times up.”

Krillin got to his feet. Before he could say anything a hand fell on his arm. “Piccolo?” he questioned.

The Namekian shook his head. “Let him go. We’ll wish them back later.”

Krillin stared at him, then jerked his arm out of Piccolo’s hold. “You don’t understand,” he hissed back. He was aware that both Nappa and Vegeta were looking over at them now with curiosity. He lowered his voice even more. “He’s not just going to kill them, he’ll…” he glanced at Gohan. Goku’s child was looking at him with a questioning expression on his face. Piccolo just glared.

“We wait,” Piccolo said, a strong note of finality in his voice.

That wasn’t good enough. Krillin shook his head. He couldn’t let the Saiyan just go off and DO that, even if he killed them when he was done, they’d remember it when they got wished back. And, they’d have to carry that with them...

But what could he do? Really? Besides offer himself… and what were the chances the Saiyan would even be remotely interested in a small male human? Maybe he could distract him though… and hope to hell Goku showed up quickly before any permanent damage was done…

He grit his teeth and called out. “Wait,” he said. He stepped away, ignoring Piccolo’s irritated growl and Gohan’s incomprehension and walked towards the two Saiyans. Now Vegeta was giving him an infinitely curious look, looking more interested in him than he had ever since this entire thing had begun.

“Y-you’re so strong that you’d kill any human women in seconds,” he began. “I’m way stronger than any other human on this planet.” Left alive, he thought.

Vegeta continued to stare at him for a moment, then threw back his head and laughed. His amusement wasn’t what Krillin was focusing on though, he looked up at Nappa. He expected to see revulsion on the bigger Saiyan’s face, but instead he saw something that made his blood run cold.

Interest.

“How very noble,” Vegeta said , smirking as he looked him up and down. “I must say, you’re probably a little bit small for Nappa here. Do you really think you could withstand him for three whole hours?”

The icy feeling of fear didn’t dissipate, and Krillin clenched his hands into fists.

“He has a point, Vegeta,” Nappa said. “None of the women on this planet are warriors. It wouldn’t even be very fun.”

Vegeta gave him a look with a raised eyebrow for a second, then seemed to decide something and shrugged. “Fine,” he said with a wave of a gloved hand. “Do whatever, just don’t…” he looked Krillin up and down again. “Damage him. I want him to be able to at least put up a token protest when Kakarrot gets here.”

Nappa grinned and stepped towards him.

For not the first time in his life Krillin found himself rooted to the spot with absolute terror. Even so he managed to shake it off enough to speak up. “C-can we go somewhere else?” he asked. He made a small glance over his shoulder. “There’s a kid here,” he added.

Nappa shrugged. “Like I care,” he replied taking another step towards Krillin. Krillin felt he was very close to bolting. Maybe he shouldn’t have done this. Maybe he wasn’t strong enough to do this.

“Take it elsewhere, Nappa,” that was Vegeta again. Krillin looked at him, but the Saiyan was lounging back against a rock and looking completely disinterested now. “I don’t want to see it either,” he said.

“Right, fine. Whatever you say Vegeta,” Nappa turned back to Krillin. “Follow me, runt,” he said.

With that the large Saiyan blasted off into the sky. Krillin drew in a deep breath, and another, and then took off after him.

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“What’s he going to do to him Mr. Piccolo?” Gohan asked his teacher quietly from where he sat beside him. His eyes were impossibly large. He didn’t understand why Krillin had to go off with Nappa if Vegeta said that Nappa couldn’t kill him. The only thing he could think of was that Nappa was going to train with Krillin, but that didn’t explain why Vegeta and Nappa had been talking about human women. What was going on here?

Piccolo fixed him with the same glare he gave Krillin. “It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with,” he grunted.

“Will Krillin be okay?” Gohan asked. He was very used to being glared at by Piccolo.

The Namekian grunted again. “Possibly,” and he refused to say anything more. He wasn’t a human, he didn’t particularly care about human reproduction, or Saiyan reproduction, mating, what have you, and Gohan could learn that from his kind. Later. Right now they had to focus on making it through the next three hours. If they were very lucky Krillin would survive and Goku would come to the rescue.

He could only hope.

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Nappa landed a few valleys over, the large Saiyan turning to Krillin with a grin on his face as he watched the small human land as well.

“Brave little human aren’t you?” he said. Krillin just looked at him, still in a semi-crouch, trying to keep his breathing under control. “Lucky for you, I don’t really care what I fuck as long as I can fuck it. You just saved a couple lives. For now,” and he laughed at that.

“Yeah. Lucky me,” Krillin muttered under his breath.

The large Saiyan stopped laughing the moment he heard that and lashed out, grabbing him by his arm and hoisting him up into the air. “Yeah, you are lucky, ‘cause Vegeta said I’m not allowed to damage you,” he snarled. “if you keep mouthing off, I might just do that anyway,” he shook Krillin, then tossed him back down to the ground.

Krillin remained where he landed, hand clenching the sand. His gaze focused off into the distance at the other side of the valley. He was fighting, hard, to keep his breathing in check. Just… in. Then out. Pause. Again. Right, not dying was the priority here.

“Take off your clothes,” Nappa said with a snort as he began to strip his battered battle armor. “Unless you want me to rip them off. Ya don’t wanna fight naked, do you?”

No, he didn’t. God damn it, where the hell was Goku? His fingers shook slightly as he reached for the hem of his shirt. He came very close to just giving into the impulse to start begging for mercy and to be let go. No… he couldn’t, he was here for a reason, and as long as the big Saiyan was distracted no one else would suffer. He squared his jaw, gripped the hem, and jerked the garment over his head.

He had only just gotten to his pants when he looked up and saw the Saiyan had already stripped the entire way and was standing, hands on his hips, grin on his face and half hard already. He was huge.

Krillin’s nerve gave out. “Oh… oh GOD,” he choked, hand falling away from the hem of his pants. Nappa really was going to tear him in two. He might be strong, but how the hell was he going to withstand that?

The large Saiyan laughed out loud, striding over to Krillin. He picked him up with one hand gripping him by the back of the neck and gripped his pants with the other, pulling them down. “Come on,” he said. “I wanna see what you’re made of!”

Krillin struggled for half a second before remembering he wanted to be able to wear his clothes again and forced himself to go limp. He shut his eyes as his pants fell away, leaving him naked and dangling in the grasp of the Saiyan. He kept his eyes shut as Nappa made a huffing noise and reached down, cupping him in a gigantic hand. “Hmm,” he said. “Not bad for a runt.”

Krillin’s eyes popped open again, and he stared up at the Saiyan inquisitively. Did he really mean that… but there wasn’t a hint of laughter on the large Saiyan’s face.

Instead Nappa stepped forward, putting him down on the ground almost gently. “Ha ha,” he said, a note of glee in his voice as he bent over the small human. “I’ll get you ready for a good pounding,” and with that Nappa placed both large hands on Krillin’s shoulders, pinning him to the ground and lowered his head.

The surprised yelp Krillin let out wasn’t one of pain as his entire organ was engulfed into a warm wet mouth.

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“Ha… nnhh, gah,” Krillin twisted, his hands pressed up against the large Saiyan’s bald head, completely unable to move away. Not with those big hands keeping him firmly pinned to the ground. All he could do was twist and whimper as the Saiyan worked him over with his mouth, sucking so hard his cheeks hollowed. He’d pause and then bob his head up and down rapidly, keeping the suction up. Krillin had hardened in seconds and now he felt only seconds away from coming…

Correct that. He was going to cum. “I’m… I… wait, stop…!” he protested, his entire body going tense. He expected the large Saiyan to pull away but he seemed to take that as an invitation to suck harder. Krillin let out a choked off yelp and he shuddered as he came. Nappa proceeded to swallow every drop.

For a long moment all he could hear was the buzzing in his ears as he lay in the dirt. His brain could barely process anything. What the hell just happened? He looked up at the large Saiyan. Nappa had pulled away to wipe the back of his mouth with his hand, grinning. He began to laugh, presumably at the expression on Krillin’s face.

“You gotta get them all warmed up before ya fuck them,” he said. “Vegeta might not care but I like my girls warm and receptive. Give them a little something fun before they die, yanno?”

Krillin just stared at him wordlessly. He had honestly expected rape to be rape. Painful and horrible. He didn’t know which was worse—but this seemed a lot more insidious. He gulped and sat up slightly, still admittedly relaxed and calm from his orgasm.

That didn’t last very long.

“Now for the good part,” Nappa spat into his hand and reached down, rubbing it onto his dick. Krillin glanced down and froze.

That thing was just as big as it had been before. “I d-don’t think that’ll fit…” Krillin began weakly.

“Ha!” Nappa laughed. “Just watch. Or… feel. Whatever,” with that he reached out and picked Krillin up, flipping him over onto his stomach deftly. “Easier this way,” he said as way of explanation, hoisting Krilin’s hips up.

Krillin went ridged. A cold sweat broke out across his brow and he completely forgot how to breathe. A large hand pressed into the center of his back, keeping him pinned, while another fumbled in behind him.

OhGodohGodohGodohGOD… he remembered to breathe then, rapidly, again as something really hard and really big pressed against him. And then pressed inside of him.

He had experienced pain before, it kinda came with territory of being a fighter, but this was terrible. He screamed. High pitched and ear shattering and he screamed one person’s name so loud it echoed back across the valley.

“GOKU!!”

Nappa started to laugh from behind him. “That traitor isn’t gonna save you,” he remarked.

Krillin got that. He squeezed his eyes shut against the pain as the Saiyan pushed deeper inside. It was when he moved to draw back out again that Krillin let out a gurgled choking cry. That hurt even more than going in. He felt like he was being turned inside out!

“Stop,” he begged despite himself. “Oh God, stop, PLEASE,” he was crying now, didn’t even notice or care, it just hurt so bad…

Nappa stopped moving and the pain faded somewhat. Krillin wondered what the giant Saiyan was doing until he suddenly felt himself lifted in the air. In seconds he found himself pressed up against a broad sweaty chest, with the Saiyan still inside of him. Hands held him upright. But he wasn’t moving and Krillin slowly relaxed despite the throbbing pain. This was new… what the hell was he doing? “W-what...?” he questioned.

“First – Relax. Second - bare down some,” Nappa said shortly. Krillin was confused and he felt the thick fingers around his midsection flex. “Like you’re taking a shit,” he explained further.

“O-oh,” Krillin replied, his cheeks flaming red despite himself. He drew in a couple deep breaths, then tried to do both.

Amazingly Nappa waited until he at least tried to relax before moving him again.

It was a little bit easier this time. It still hurt like hell, but at least he didn’t feel like he was going to tear in half. He did, however, feel something warm and wet slide down the inside of his thigh and knew it was blood. Krillin clenched his teeth. The most important thing at this point was to minimize damage so he could still fight when this was all over... if Goku didn’t come to rescue them. He was extremely lucky if he thought about it, that Nappa was actually trying not to hurt him too badly. Granted it was hard to be grateful for that when a giant dick was currently lodged inside of him, but… there were worse things.

… Right now, however, he really couldn’t think of what those worse things were.

He groaned and let out a bitten off cry of pain as the large Saiyan began to thrust, moving him up and down on his cock.

Three more hours, he thought to himself mentally. Just three more hours…

He tried to stay conscious, but he lost it at some point, probably around the hour mark. He came to again feeling battered and sore and admittedly in one piece.

He was also wet. Wet and in water up to his chest. Water was also being poured over his head and he coughed, sputtering.

He blinked up, trying to see who was above him in the afternoon sun. It was Nappa, still, and the large Saiyan was… bathing him?

“… What?” he began.

The Saiyan gave him a serious look. “You were covered in dirt and stuff. Just making you look all good again for Vegeta.”

“Ah,” Krillin reached behind himself almost despite himself in the water, feeling around to check to see if everything was still in one piece. It was. Really sore and tender, but there still. He’d be able to sit again… maybe in a month or two?

“Just a little bit of bleeding too,” the Saiyan said, sounding smug. “You was right, you are strong… for this pathetic race at least,” with that Krillin was hoisted out of the water and tucked under Nappa’s arm as he began to trudge towards the shore.

“Er… thanks, I think,” Krillin mumbled, still groggy. He didn’t even bother trying to fight the Saiyan’s hold.

He saw his clothes were sitting in a pile by the bank. Nappa dropped him unceremoniously down on top of them. “Don’t really matter, we’re gonna kill you soon anyway.”

Krillin nodded numbly as he started to get dressed. He hissed as he pulled on his pants, it hurt, but at least he could still move. And, more than likely still fight.

Thank God for that.

“Come on already, it’s almost time to get back,” Nappa growled at him, already dressed and back into his broken battle armor. He gave the small human a whack on the back, pushing him in the direction they had come from.

Krillin stumbled, then nodded again as he finished pulling on his shirt.

Nappa made a hand motion for him to fly off first. Krillin did so, supremely glad that he still could use his power. He was also really glad as he landed again, right next to Piccolo and Gohan, that one of them was an alien from another planet and the other was a five year old child who hadn't a clue.

Piccolo gave him an assessing look, then looked away again, obviously deciding that if he was still standing and could still fly that he was probably going to make it. It was Gohan who blinked up at him owlishly. “Are you okay?” the boy asked him in a hushed voice.

“Yeah,” Krillin replied. “Yeah, I’m okay,” he said, and surprisingly he was for the most part. “I’ll be really okay if your Dad showed up right about now,” he added with a bit of a grumble. He spared a glance over at the two Saiyans, one of which was smirking back at him (he shuddered) and the other who still looked bored. “Come on, Goku,” he said, mostly to himself. “Hurry up already…”

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