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A tiny twist in time	By : thePrincesJewel Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�� Brolli
looked around curiously. It was his first time out of Zarbon�s quarters since
he had gone to the tanks so very long ago. This section of the ship was colder,
and somehow more� like his father�s wing of his old home. A sudden shiver
raised the fur on his tail, and he wrapped it a bit more firmly around his
waist. That was not a good thought. It was a very worrying thought. He had
known that he was going to see Zarbon�s Lord Frieza today, but he hadn�t really
thought about it.

�� The
idea that Frieza might be like his father�. No, he couldn�t be. Father had
hated Frieza, had cursed his name. Brolli fully expected to like the lord he�d
never seen just because of that, but now these similarities�. Could it be the
two were more alike than he had expected? That Frieza was like his father?

�� He
didn�t realize he�d stopped until the chain fastened to the collar on his neck
snapped taut and jerked him forward once more. Zarbon cast him an annoyed glare
that he shrank from even as he hurried to resume his proper place behind the
taller male. His master was counting on him to show well before his lord, to
prove how well trained he was. Already he was failing! He had to do better, or
Zarbon would ignore him again. He couldn�t bear that, not again.

�� A
huge door whooshed open in front of them. He blinked, shivering with the sudden
rush of cold and too-bright light, kneeling a moment or two later than he
should have at his master�s feet. �My lord,� the beloved voice intoned, �my pet
is ready for inspection.�

�� Brolli
woke disorientated, confused, and yet certain he had failed his master somehow.
Why else would he be seeing the world through the muted green glow of the goop
in a rejuvenation tank? A soft whine made its way past the mask as he tried to
remember what he had done to result in needing tanked. What he had done to fail
his master, to earn the punishment that would follow when he was returned to
his master�s quarters.

�� His
tail lashed through the goop as he forced his mind to tell him what had
happened, and came up with nothing. Nothing, beyond his master saying he was
ready for inspection. What had he done? Had he been so disobedient that he�d
been beaten unconscious? Zarbon had told him he would be displaying his
training, nothing that would have resulted in needing a tank.

�� Slowly
he became aware of the figures beyond the green. One so tall, one shorter,
puffier. His master, and Jeice. The little man couldn�t do anything with that
shock of white hair, and it always made him look puffy � though Brolli had only
told him so once. He�d learned very quickly the only thing worse than Zarbon
ignoring him was Jeice bent on tickling him until he was sick.

�� He
couldn�t see them very well. Brolli closed his eyes, opened them. So, he�d been
so bad he�d had his eyes damaged as well. He slumped as much as the tank
allowed, his wavering gaze fixed as firmly as he could manage on the silhouette
of his master, tail drifting limply.

�� Zarbon?
I think he might be awake this time.�

�� Zarbon
looked up at Jeice�s hesitant remark, to find his pet�s eyes open again. He
approached the tank slowly, noting with some irritation that the Saiyan had
obvious difficulty focusing on him. Still, there did appear to be intelligence
in those dark eyes this time, so perhaps his pet was close to being healed?

�� He
pressed one hand to the tank, waited. It took almost a minute before the Saiyan
raised a hand and slowly reached to cover his. A relief he wouldn�t admit to
sent his head sinking to lean against the tank, face angled to look at the
material separating their hands. �Stupid monkey,� he murmured at last, looking
back up as a gentle fondness entered his tone, �you�d better heal quickly.�

�� The
boy�s hand fell away, his entire body slumping and cringing away. Zarbon cursed
himself for having momentarily forgotten how the Saiyan reacted when called
stupid. The loosely swaying tail wrapped tightly around his waist, and Zarbon
winced as a shrill buzz emanated from the tank.

�� What
happened?� Jeice demanded.

�� He�s
broken his tail again,� Zarbon complained. �I should just remove the entire
thing so it can be properly regrown. It�s far too fragile.�

�� We
can do that,� a technician informed him. �If you�d step aside so I can shut off
the alarm?�

�� Zarbon
stepped back beside Jeice. �How long to regrow the boy�s tail?�

�� That
I can�t say,� the tech replied. �Saiyan physiology varies. Occasionally, even
being tanked doesn�t regrow a tail, but they always regenerate eventually.�

�� Zarbon
looked at the boy. His pet. He considered the state of the young man�s tail
when he�d first gained him, and the state it was in after several
rejuvenations. �Remove his tail.� He turned away, taking Jeice with him.

�� Brolli
felt the drugs take effect. His world became disorientating flashes of sound
and light, brought together by a shrill blaze that he vaguely recognized as
pain before everything went completely black and silent. He thought it a dream
when he woke up on his mat in Zarbon�s quarters, covered with one of his
master�s discarded cloaks, a soft hum of conversation in his ears.

�� Sitting
up proved difficult, but he managed to finally lean back against the wall. He
reached for his tail, intending to check whether he was awake or dreaming. Then
he remembered his master had ordered it taken, and instead dug long nails into
his forearms.

�� Stop
that!� accompanied the stinging pain. Zarbon was suddenly next to him, pulling
his hands away from his arms, bending to lick away the welling blood. He stared
at the soft flow of green uncomprehendingly until Zarbon captured his mouth
with his own. That, he knew how to respond to, and began kissing back. Zarbon
allowed it for only two gasping breaths, then pushed him hard against the wall.

�� He
whimpered, head dropping so he would not have to see the anger and disgust in
his master�s eyes. �Tell me your name.�

�� Huh?
He licked his lips, swallowed hard, and finally managed to whisper, �Brolli,
Master Zarbon.�

�� Good,
you remember who I am.� A small relief for the boy, knowing he had pleased his
master. �Who are my guests?�

�� He
had to look up, past the slight smile on his master�s face, to focus on the two
guests. �One is Jeice,� he replied softly. �The other I� I do not know?�

�� Oh,
dear�� Zarbon stood, returning to his guests to speak quietly with the one he
hadn�t been able to identify. Brolli bit his lower lip nervously, working it as
he tried to place a name to the man. Beast? Lizard? Brolli cocked his head
slightly, trying to figure out what the creature was, as well as who it was. He
cringed instinctively when the male � he was able to smell the sex, at least �
approached him, bending to cup his face with pointed nails.

�� Poor
little Saiyan,� the thing said, his voice chilling Brolli, �you�ve forgotten
your lesson? Then you must have another, and this time, you mustn�t forget,
monkey.�

�� Go
with Lord Frieza, Brolli.�

�� He
rose obediently, casting one last look at his master before following the tiny
lord out the door. Something bad was going to happen to him, something his
master knew was going to happen and couldn�t do anything to stop. He remembered
the expression on his master�s face, though he�d never seen Zarbon like that
before. It had been his father, and he had been very young. Barely a year,
certainly less than two years. And then the sword, and the pain, and the
explosion, all one right after another.

�� He
mustn�t forget who this was, or the lesson. Not this time.

�� At
least he doesn�t have his tail this time.�

�� That
is little consolation, Jeice.� Zarbon moved carefully, mindful of the welts on
his back and the rawness of his ass. �He forgot everything, if he could not
even name Lord Frieza.�

�� Here,
lay down. I�ll get something for that, since you can�t use a tank.� Jeice
vacated the couch, heading for the bathroom where Zarbon kept supplies for such
events.

�� Zarbon
lay down gratefully, allowing Jeice to pull his hair around for him. �Ah, man,
some of it�s caught in the wounds. I thought he did a number on the kid, but
you�re pretty rough yourself.�

�� It
isn�t the first time.� Unspoken was the idea it was unlikely to be the last.

�� Yeah,
I know.� Jeice sponged carefully at the hair matted into the wounds, moving it
aside as he freed it. �It�s not the worst I�ve seen on ya, either.� He worked
in silence for several minutes. �The kid� you think he�ll be okay?�

�� Zarbon
sighed. �He�s a Saiyan. It does not matter if he does everything perfectly. Our
lord will punish him for having lived when he purged their world.�

�� No,
huh?�

�� No.�
Zarbon hissed as Jeice hit one of the more tender areas. �I had not anticipated
him looking to me for confirmation of our lord�s orders.�

�� He
what? He don�t do that when you have him play with me! What�s the deal?�

�� I
am not sure,� Zarbon admitted. �He grew restless and reluctant as I was taking
him to Lord Frieza, but I do not know why. He was eager enough to go, and just
as eager when he greeted our lord.�

�� Well,
he knew he was going to be put through his paces, right?�

�� I
did explain that to him,� Zarbon returned dryly.

�� Hmm.
Oh, hang on. This one�s pretty deep.� Zarbon�s hissed expletive got a slight
laugh. �Hey, maybe it was stage fright. I mean, he�s never fucked anywhere but
here, after all, and not in front of guards or anything. Maybe he was just
checking to be sure he was doing good, not to be sure he was supposed to do
something?�

�� Ah!�
Zarbon grabbed for his diadem, fingers scrabbling across it. �Ah, gods, not
again!�

�� What
is it? What�s wrong?�

�� Zarbon
wrenched the jewel free of the diadem, throwing it across the room, and
following it with the jewels he ripped hastily from his ears. Jeice tended the
two smaller wounds quickly, and the burn on Zarbon�s forehead before returning
to the damage Frieza had caused. �You gonna explain that?�

�� I�
I just�.� Zarbon stared in the direction of the glowing jewels. All three
suddenly shattered. �I believe I just arranged Frieza�s long-awaited
assassination.�

�� What?�
Jeice dodged out of the way as Zarbon rolled from the couch. He blinked as the
taller man dressed with haste and no care, and then fled the room. Utter
confusion gave way to curiosity. Jeice followed Zarbon.

�� Brolli?�
Brolli threw himself into his master�s arms, shuddering and crying. �There,
pet, I�m here. Now, where is Lord Frieza?�

�� Gold
eyes followed a pointing, shaking finger, and widened. �Lord Frieza?�

�� Kill
that Saiyan bastard,� Frieza rasped.

�� Zarbon
stared at the remains of his about-to-be-former lord and master. �Pet, will you
do something for me?� He took the mumble for agreement. �Finish killing Frieza
for me?�

�� Zarbon!
I�ll destroy you for that!�

�� Finding
out Frieza was still capable of gathering enough energy to destroy a planet?
Very bad. Watching it come for him? Terrifying. Seeing his face as Brolli
screamed and powered up? That was priceless, and Zarbon hoped the cameras were
still working as his red-furred pet used the captured energy to crush the
lizard�s head into a mushy pulp. Brolli continued with his mashing of Frieza
until Jeice showed up.

�� Damn!�

�� Brolli
spun, energy forming in one hand.

�� Enough,
Brolli. Come, you deserve a treat.� Zarbon smiled at the snarling Saiyan as the
younger man turned his attention from Jeice. �Would you like a bubble bath by
candlelight? Followed by handfeeding, hmm?� Two things he�d learned early on
that the young Saiyan adored. He refused to allow himself to show how much
Brolli�s astounding power terrified him, meeting the red-rimmed eyes with the
affection he no longer needed to hide. �Come, my Brolli.� He held out his hand.

�� Brolli
stared at the inviting man, one hand still glowing with gathered energy. The
glowing ball faltered as he looked down at the gory mess he stood in, and
remembered that this man was the one he had killed for. His hand dropped, the
energy dissipating. The orange man sighed with relief, and Brolli�s attention
snapped back to him.

�� This
time, though, he recognized Jeice, remembering the fun he had often had with
the smaller male. He kicked a lump of something that might have once been part
of an arm out of his way, and went to kneel at Zarbon�s feet. Long fingers
tangled in his hair and scratched just the way he liked it. He butted his head
against the man�s stomach, tail wrapping around Zarbon�s wrist, purring when
Zarbon laughed and scratched him behind the ears.

�� You
are safe now, Brolli,� Zarbon assured the younger man. �But do tell me,
whatever did Frieza do to make you tear him in half to start with?�

�� The
purr changed to a growl even as Brolli gave up his power and relaxed into his
usual form. �He threatened to kill you, Master, so he could keep me for
himself.�

�� Gods,
could he be any more stupid?� Jeice demanded, dropping to his knees next to the
boy. �Are you hurt, Brolli?�

�� I�.�
The boy licked his lips. �I really want that bath? Please?�

�� Of
course.� Zarbon scooped him up, giving Jeice a look that sent him running ahead
to run the bath. He paused long enough to look at one of the guards. �I�ll be
taking charge when I�ve settled my pet.�

�� It
amused him no end when that guard wet his pants.
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