Weak as I am | By : SaiyanPride Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2067 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Vegeta knocks on
the door of Goku’s house, cursing himself for doing this, for being this weak.
He waits impatiently. Why the hell does that clown take so long before
answering the door? He knows Kakarot’s in there, he can sense his ki clearly.
Just when he’s about to blast down the door, Goku sticks his head out the
nearby window and shouts: “Oh hey Vegeta, do you mind waiting another second? I
was just taking a shower…”
“Baka. Make it
quick,” Vegeta growls. He slowly counts the seconds until Goku opens the door.
Seven. That could be considered quick.
“Are you here to
spar?” Goku asks him cheerful.
“No. Another
reason.” Vegeta’s gaze captures Goku’s and holds it for several moments. “You
remember the dream?”
“I couldn’t forget
it even if I wanted to,” Goku answers. “That was the weirdest experience I
ever…”
“Whatever,” Vegeta
growls, still impatient to get the show on the road. “I assume your… offer
still stands?”
“Sure! Just tell me
what happened.”
“It’s not that
simple, Kakarot. I can’t tell you what happened, it wouldn’t get the message
across.”
“Then what do you
want to do?”
“Follow me,
Kakarot, and I will allow you to enter my mind and relive my memories.” Vegeta
takes off without looking back. He soon feels Goku’s familiar ki trailing close
behind. He still has some doubts about Kakarot helping him out, but he has no
choice. Trunks would never be able to take the pain he suffered when he was a
kid. Trunks is too young, too innocent and vulnerable. Kakarot on the other
hand has seen some blood in his life. Whether it is enough to withstand
Vegeta’s flashbacks? Time would tell.
They come to a
clearing in the forest and Vegeta lands on the grass. He turns around to see
Kakarot land. The younger Saiyan looks more serious than Vegeta has ever seen
him before.
“Thank Kami he’s
not acting in that disgusting cheerful ningen-like manner,” Vegeta thinks. “I
can’t take that shit right now.”
“I only do that to
fit in, Vegeta. Didn’t you know that?” Goku asks him.
Vegeta puts out his
stretched hand and Goku flies back 50 feet from the force Vegeta aimed at him.
“Don’t you dare, Kakarot,” he hisses. “There will be no mind-reading
whatsoever, unless I tell you to, understood?”
Goku scratches the
back of his head, that hit a rock fairly hard when he fell down. “I’m sorry,
Vegeta.”
“Get your ass over
here, baka, and sit down.”
Goku sits down on
the opposite of Vegeta.
“Brace yourself,
Kakarot. This won’t be pretty. I’ll show you the memory where I first found out
what kind of monster Frieza really was.”
Vegeta puts his
hands around the back of Goku’s neck and puts their foreheads together.
Instantly Goku feels his body shrink to child-like proportions. He becomes the
child Vegeta, trapped in the memories of the Prince himself.
Vegeta opened his
eyes and stretched out his tiny arms for a mighty attack. The Saibamen hit the
walls and he finished them off with several energy blasts. He grinned, but
there was no victory in his smile.
“Still not strong
enough. I have to train much harder if I am to defeat Frieza. It’s my destiny,
how come it takes me so long to get stronger?”
“Vegeta?”
“That’s Prince
Vegeta for you, Nappa,” Vegeta snarled without turning around.
“My apologies,
Prince. Frieza demands that you see him at once.”
“Demands?
He’s got some nerve, taking me away from my father and home planet and
demanding things of me.”
“You’d better get
to the throne room fast, Prince Vegeta. You know what he does to the ones who
dare disobey him.”
“How could I
forget? I’m on my way.”
“You’re making a
lot of progress in your training, Prince.”
“Not enough, Nappa,
never enough.”
“You’re way above
average, even for an Elite fighter of royal blood and you know it.”
“It doesn’t matter
as long as he’s stronger.”
“We’ll beat him
eventually, Prince Vegeta. There’s too many Saiyans out there. Under your
command, when the time has come, we will crush him like the ant he is.”
“I hope you’re
right, Nappa.”
“See you at dinner,
Prince.”
“Hn.”
Vegeta opened the
doors to Frieza’s throne room and entered.
“You sent for me,
Lord Frieza?”
“Indeed I did,
monkey.” Frieza was smiling, which was very out of character for him. Vegeta
wondered what the hell was going on.
“An… accident has
happened, Vegeta. A meteor hit Vegeta-sei a few hours ago.”
”A meteor?” Impossible, was Vegeta’s first thought. They would have sensed that
and stopped it in time.
“There are no
survivors, boy. I guess you and Nappa are the last Saiyans alive.”
Vegeta clenched his
fists at his sides.
“Guess I’ll have to
take extra good care of you from now on, won’t I? You’re dismissed, monkey.”
Vegeta left the
throne room, not believing what he had just heard. Dead? All of them? Even his
father? He was sure that, even if they were all dead, it hadn’t been a meteor
that hit them. He ran to his quarters and got his scouter.
“Nappa, get to the
outside training grounds immediately. I’ll meet you there.”
A tear ran down his
cheek when he realised they were the last two Saiyans in the whole galaxy.
Their chances of beating Frieza and be free again had just been reduced to a
percentage way too close to zero.
“What’s so urgent,
Prince? You sounded like immediate action was required.”
“It’s too late,
Nappa. The bastard just won the war.”
“What do you mean?”
“Vegeta-sei no
longer exists.”
“Nani? How…”
“He says a meteor.
I say it was him.”
“He destroyed them
all? But… why?”
“He probably still
fears the Legend of the Super Saiyan.”
“That doesn’t make
any sense! You’re most likely to fulfil that legend!”
“I know, Nappa. And
to be very honest with you…” Vegeta stared at the ground for a while before
continuing. “… it scares me.”
“I’ll protect you,
Prince Vegeta, even if it costs me my life.”
“Why, Nappa? It
doesn’t matter anymore. He’s won.”
“As long as we
breathe, that fucking lizard hasn’t won anything!” Nappa roared angrily.
“Search for
survivors, Nappa,” Vegeta commanded. “Maybe… There’s a possibility that there
are some Saiyans left.”
“Kami, I hope your
father is still alive, Prince Vegeta.”
Vegeta shook his
head. “No, he’s dead. I can sense it now.”
He felt Nappa’s big
hand on his small shoulder, but he shook it off. “Report to me every day,
Nappa.”
“I will, Prince
Vegeta.”
Vegeta couldn’t
sleep that night. He kept thinking about his father and all the Elite soldiers
that were coldly wiped off the map. ‘Why, father? Why did you have to die?
Frieza said you would live as long as I obeyed the bastard. Why did he kill you
anyway? Did you revolt?’
Tears streamed down
his face as he stared at the ceiling for hours, trying to grasp the enormity of
this loss.
“Well well, the
little monkey is crying.”
Vegeta sat up
abruptly as he watched Frieza enter his room.
“What…”
“Shhh, monkey.
There’s no need to be ashamed for your tears. After all, you lost your family,
not to mention your destiny today. That must be really… hard.”
Vegeta started to
back away until his back was to the wall. This was wrong. He could sense a
grave danger and remained silent.
“Your father died
today, Vegeta. Do you know what that means?”
Silence.
“It means that
you’re mine now, Vegeta, and you’re about to experience a whole new world
tonight.”
“What do you want
from me?” Vegeta whispered, almost scared to death by the cold, dark vibrations
that Frieza emitted.
“They say Saiyans
love fighting,” Frieza continued. “But there’s more than just fighting to them.
They love sex as well, and when they’re not fighting, they’re fucking. They’re
not too picky either; I’ve seen pretty disgusting things happen after victory
in battle. And then I began to wonder… what it would be like to have a young
Saiyan like yourself at my disposal.” Frieza suddenly jumped onto Vegeta’s bed
and grabbed him by his throat, pushing him even harder against the wall. “That
would be great, wouldn’t it, monkey?”
Vegeta gasped for
air.
“In… your… dreams…
damned… lizard…” he hissed. “I’m… no… whore!”
Vegeta charged an
energy blast and fired, causing Frieza to let go. After the smoke cleared, he
heard Frieza chuckle.
“Why are you even
trying, monkey? You know you’re no match for me.”
“I’d rather die
than let you have me,” Vegeta growled.
“That can be
arranged,” Frieza retorted.
Vegeta’s sight
became a white screen when he felt Frieza’s hand go through his stomach like a
red-hot poker. He couldn’t help screaming in agony when Frieza slowly turned
his hand around inside of him.
“Oh, don’t pass out
on me, monkey. You haven’t seen anything yet!”
Vegeta fell to his
knees when Frieza pulled his insides out of the wound. He felt like he was
dying. Slowly the world turned a dark shade of grey, but he didn’t lose
consciousness.
Another pain was
added when Frieza entered him from behind, raping him with excessive force. It
seemed to take forever, but eventually the world went totally black.
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