Possessions

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Possessions

Author: CrimsonTide

Pairings: Vegeta x Goku

Warnings: YAOI, lemon, non-con situations, abuse, angst, random silliness here and there, hormonal Vegeta, language, and whatever else I may decide to throw in.


Chapter Two - **WARNINGS - RAPE, CRAZY VEGETA!!!

Slowly, very slowly, Goku began to wake from his unconscious state. The first thing he became aware of was the hard, cool surface below him. He lazily moved his hand over the smooth floor, quickly determining that it was polished wood.

The Saiyajin groaned and opened his eyes. For a moment he thought he was blind, but it became apparent that his vision was fine; the room he was in was just nearly completely dark. Goku sat up and looked around him. Slowly his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, and he was able to make out the four walls that surrounded him. To his left was a door, and beneath it was a sliver of light from the outside room.

It took him a moment to figure it out, but Goku quickly realized that he was inside the bedroom closet. He growled low in his throat and reached for the doorknob, but it was locked from the outside.

“Vegeta!!” Goku shouted angrily, slamming his fist into the wooden door. He hissed through his teeth as pain raced up his arm. The door hadn't budged. Confusion and something close to panic quickly overwhelmed him, and the Saiyajin desperately attempted to raise his ki, though nothing happened.

A sharp throbbing pain in Goku’s tail soon earned his attention, and he gently ran his fingers over the sensitive appendage. The soft length of fur was soon interrupted by a cold piece of metal, and the Saiyajin grit his teeth when he realized there was a ki restricting ring on his tail. Bulma had developed them years ago in the event another Saiyajin arrived on Earth. It was an effective way to gain control without killing them; and the goal was to eventually trust them enough to remove the restrictive ring and allow them to live peacefully on their planet. Saiyajins were just too rare to kill.

A little further down his tail there was a strange bump, and as Goku's fingers brushed over the spot, the pain that followed almost made him black out again. It was a break.

Anger swelled through his very soul as the full realization of what Vegeta had done hit him. The prince had stolen his power; his life force. He'd taken away his world by confining him to the tiny, dark room he was currently locked in. He'd made him a prisoner.

“VEGETA!” Goku shouted as he leaned against the back wall and kicked the door with both feet. It still didn’t budge. That left him to believe that the ki ring left him even weaker than the average human male. He tried again, and still nothing gave way. Even worse, he couldn’t sense anyone’s ki signature anymore. He didn’t know whether Vegeta was a million miles away or on the other side of the door.

Goku moved to the back of the closet and leaned against the wall, propping his elbows on his knees and burying his fingers into his hair. He silently stared at the small slit of light beneath the closet door, stewing in his thoughts. He never would have imagined Vegeta would go this far. It was obvious the massive amounts of testosterone his tail was producing was making him irrational and even crazy, and it didn't look like things were going to improve on their own.

Bulma had said early on that a monthly injection could probably control the amount of hormones Vegeta's tail released, but she'd wanted to wait awhile longer to see if the problem fixed itself. It obviously hadn't. At this point it seemed the only answer was to rid the prince of his tail because he certainly wasn't going to agree to any medication; but how was he supposed to do that now?

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Goku slowly rocked back and forth as his anxiety built. It seemed like he’d been locked in the tiny closet for hours, days even; but it could have only been ten minutes. Though that was unlikely. The sunlight that had been shining beneath the door had now faded and was only a slight glow, which indicated that the sun was setting.

Suddenly, the door he’d been watching for so long swung open, causing Goku to visibly jump in surprise. He hadn't even heard any footsteps. Vegeta's usual frown was in place as he glared down at his younger mate. Silence lingered for a few moments before Goku could no longer keep his thoughts in his head.

“You’ve gone nuts, Vegeta.” he grumbled.

A cruel smile slowly replaced the frown that had previously been set on the prince’s lips. “Crazy, eh? Well you can place the blame for that on yourself. If you’d just obeyed me like any good mate would have, neither of us would be in this situation. I wouldn't have felt the need to assert my dominance and show you your place, but you just had to push me, didn't you?”

Goku's brow furrowed as he wondered if perhaps that might have been true, but he didn’t have time to think about it.

“Come here.”

The younger Saiyajin hesitated, suddenly feeling that the closet he was in was a hell of a lot safer than anywhere with Vegeta.

The prince snarled when his order wasn’t obeyed right away and roughly grabbed Goku by the neck, tossing him out into the bedroom, where he slide across the floor and skidded to a stop. The younger man hissed as his injured tail twisted.

“Baka.” Vegeta stomped over to the other Saiyajin and grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking him up so that their eyes met.

“If we were still on Vegeta-sei, you would have been killed for your disobedience!”

Goku winced as the fingers in his hair tightened and he gave a humorless laugh. “Well, it’s a good thing for me it was destroyed then.” He knew it was a low blow, but if he couldn't inflict pain with his fists, he'd do it with his words.

The prince’s eyes narrowed and his teeth were bared in anger, and before Goku could even register what had happened, Vegeta smacked him across the face, causing the younger man to hit the floor again with a heavy thud. The prince was still growling when he straddled the other Saiyajin’s stomach and wrapped his gloved hand around Goku’s throat.

“I knew you were brain damaged, but I never imagined you could be THAT stupid!”

Goku squeezed his eyes shut when the prince’s fist swung toward his face, though it made contact with the floor right beside his head instead, splintering the wood beyond repair. He slowly opened his eyes again, only to see that Vegeta was now smirking down at him. It sent a chill down his spine.

“It’s a good thing for you that you’re such a good slut, otherwise, I’d kill you right now.”

Goku couldn’t suppress the growl that formed in his throat as the prince leaned forward and slowly licked away the small trail of blood that trickled down his chin from the earlier attack. A slut? Was that really all Vegeta thought of him as?

The younger Saiyajin pushed Vegeta back by the shoulders and glared into the other’s eyes. “Get off me.”

The prince frowned and once again fisted his hand in Goku’s hair, pulling him up slightly so their noses barely touched.

“Idiot! Try using your tiny brain for once, will you? Do you honestly believe that YOU are in any position to be giving ME orders?!” he spat. He forcefully shoved the other Saiyajin back, causing Goku to cry out in pain when his head hit the floor.

Vegeta stood and sneered down at him before moving to the bed.

“Time to see how fast you learn.”

The prince’s tail waved in excitement as he settled himself on the mattress and leaned back against the pillows, folding his arms behind his head.

“Now come here.”

Goku watched the other Saiyajin as he slowly pulled himself up and crouched on the floor, then his eyes darted toward the door. Vegeta read his thoughts almost faster than he could think them.

“It’s locked. Don’t waste your energy or my time. You wouldn’t get very far anyway.”

A low chuckle filled the room when Goku sighed and stood. He took a moment to regain his balance before he moved to stand beside the bed. His broken tail hung limply behind him as he fixed his eyes on the floor.

“Good.” the prince purred. “Now take off your pants.”

“Veg…”

“NOW!” the older man snarled.

A wave of fear washed over Goku when the prince’s enraged eyes bore into him, and he slowly moved to pull off his boots, but again, Vegeta’s voice stopped him.

“Did I tell you to remove your boots, baka?”

“N…No…”

Vegeta bared his teeth, and in a flash he tore the orange pants from their owner, watching as the two gi shirts that were usually tucked within the blue sash fell to cover the younger Saiyajin’s upper thighs.

“THAT is what I told you to do.”

Goku fidgeted nervously as the prince pushed his own spandex pants down just enough to free his erection. The younger Saiyajin shook his head when the older man looked back at him.

“Please, Vegeta… I don’t want to do this…”

“Does it really seem like I care what you want and don’t want?”

The younger Saiyajin’s eyes shone with unshed tears as he lowered his gaze to the floor.

“You used to…”

Vegeta glared at the ‘weak’ man. “And I USED to love you too. Now do as I say, baka!” he snapped in an icy tone.

And there it was. Vegeta didn't love him anymore. With that statement the younger Saiyajin's resistance broke. He was such a fool...

Goku bit his lip to fight back a sob as he climbed onto the mattress and straddled the other Saiyajin’s hips, positioning himself over the erection below. He kept his eyes lowered to the chiseled chest below him, not wanting to see the other’s cold expression.

“Do it.” Vegeta rumbled.

The other Saiyajin hesitated. He knew that if he wasn’t prepared, he’d experience nothing but pain.

“I…”

The prince growled angrily and grabbed Goku’s hips, roughly forcing the younger man down onto his member. Goku screamed in agony as white-hot pain laced up his spine. His breath came in ragged pants and his entire body shook uncontrollably as tears trickled down his cheeks. He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to block everything out.

Vegeta only smirked. “Move.”

The younger man drew in a trembling breath and placed his hands on the prince’s chest for balance, but his arms were quickly forced behind his back and secured there when Vegeta wound his tail around his wrists.

“No touching, third class.”

A strangled sob left Goku’s throat as he slowly began to move up and down on Vegeta’s member. His tender flesh tore with the rough friction, spilling blood on his thighs and the sheets below.

The prince moaned in pleasure as he watched his mate; his beautiful mate. Vegeta had lied earlier. He did love the baka. So much so that he wanted him all to himself. He wouldn’t allow any other living creature to have the pleasure of so much as even ‘seeing’ him. He belonged to him. Vegeta. Kakarotto was HIS. It drove him crazy to even THINK of someone else touching his mate.

He didn’t want to lose him, and that was why he was to be in his sight at all times. The younger Saiyajin obviously didn’t understand, but he would. Someday. This is how all dominant Saiyajins trained their mates. This was how they kept them safe. It was common practice on their home planet. He hadn't wanted to take this as far as he had, but Kakarotto had been so difficult. Why couldn't he just understand?! It was so frustrating!

“Vegeta…” Goku sobbed. “Please… too tight…”

The prince blinked himself back to reality and looked upon his mate’s pained expression. His eyes were tightly squeezed shut and his lip bled from where he had bitten down on it. He'd stopped moving and his body was slightly hunched over.

And that’s when Vegeta realized that Goku was referring to the grip his tail had on his wrists. Silently cursing himself for his lack of control and focus, the prince uncoiled his tail, allowing the other Saiyajin to bring his arms back in front of him.

Goku whimpered almost silently as he tenderly rubbed his wrists, which had purple bruises already forming on them beneath his blue wristbands. His hands tingled from the lack of circulation.

Vegeta growled and flipped Goku onto the mattress before once again burying himself within his mate’s tight heat. The younger Saiyajin shrank back into the sheets as the prince pounded into him, and he kept his watery eyes away from those of Vegeta’s. He didn’t want to believe that the man he loved was treating him this way. He didn’t want to believe that it was real.

But it was. And a sharp slap to the face confirmed it.

“Stop your crying! Your weakness makes me sick!” Vegeta snarled as he quickened his pace and tightened his grip on Goku’s hips.

The prince’s harsh words hurt more than his actions, and the younger man couldn’t stop his tears. Instead, he threw an arm over his eyes, burying his face into the crook of his elbow. He fisted his other hand into his hair, a new habit he was forming when he was distressed. His scalp was already sore from having his hair tugged at so often, whether it be from Vegeta's fist or his own. The self-inflicted pain helped distract him from what was happening.

Vegeta suddenly roared above him as he climaxed within his mate, and he slumped against the other Saiyajin for a moment to catch his breath. Goku grit his teeth as the prince finally slipped from inside of him and began to pull on his pants. The younger Saiyajin shifted his arm a little and watched him as he walked across the room and pulled open a drawer, drawing out another pair of orange gi pants.

With a grunt, he threw them on the bed. “Put them on.”

Goku sat up and quickly did so. He was exhausted and hurting, and now he just wanted to sleep.

Vegeta smirked as he read his mate’s thoughts. “Oh, don’t worry, baka. You’ll have plenty of time to sleep.”

The prince suddenly grabbed hold of Goku’s wrist and pulled him across the room before shoving him back into the closet and slamming the door. A small click confirmed that that he was locked in again.

Bathed in darkness, Goku slumped to the floor and curled up on his side, quietly crying himself to sleep.

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TWO WEEKS LATER…

Gohan and Piccolo sped through the daytime sky, streaking the horizon with white trails of ki. It’d been over two weeks since they’d heard so much as a peep from either Goku or Vegeta, and everyone decided that it was time to find out what was going on. They were used to Vegeta keeping to himself, but it was unnatural for Goku to be so exclusive. They had been sure the Earth-raised Saiyajin would have put his foot down by now when it came to the prince's 'rules', but that didn't seem to be the case.

After much discussion, it was decided that only Piccolo and Gohan would make a visit. If something proved to be wrong, they’d signal for help with their energy and the others would rush to their location.

As the capsule home of the Saiyajins came into view, they lowered their energy signals and landed.

“Vegeta’s ki is a few miles to the east. He must be training.” Piccolo said as he folded his arms and looked in the direction he referred to.

Gohan nodded. “Yeah… But why isn’t my Father with him?”

The Namekian didn’t reply as he and the demi-Saiyajin moved to the house and tapped on the door, though after a few moments, Piccolo just knocked the door down and waltzed in.

Gohan sweat dropped. “It was unlocked, Piccolo…”

“Hn.”

The pair quietly roamed the house, inspecting every room they found until they came to the Saiyajin’s bedroom. They paused, startled by the overwhelming scent of sex and blood that oozed from the room. They were silent for a few moments as they tried to make sense of it.

“Well… they ARE Saiyajins…” Piccolo muttered, causing a blush to creep onto Gohan’s face.

They were about to leave when the demi-Saiyajin's keen eye noticed something.

“Why would they lock their closet?”

Piccolo paused and glanced at the door, raising a brow in question. “Only one way to find out.”

The Namekian moved to the closet, followed closely by Gohan, and unlocked the door with a ‘click’ before swinging it open. The small space was empty, with the exception of one thing… or person rather.

“D…Dad?” Gohan gasped.

There, huddled in the corner, was Goku. He was shaking and his body was covered in bruises and cuts. His gi was torn and stained with blood, and the once smooth, shiny black fur of his tail was now ragged, dull, and unkept.

“Kami…” Gohan whispered as he moved past Piccolo and stepped into the closet, kneeling in front of the shivering Saiyajin, who had yet to acknowledge their presence. He slowly reached forward and brushed Goku’s bangs from his closed eyes, but as soon as the contact was made, the older Saiyajin let out a startled shriek and jerked away, huddling further into the corner and drawing his legs to his chest.

Gohan sharply pulled his hand back in surprise. He watched with wide eyes as his once invincible father sat with his eyes squeezed shut and his hands fisted in his bangs. He was muttering something under his breath that Gohan couldn't quite make out.

The demi-Saiyajin growled and turned to the Namekian. “I'm going to kill that bastard when I find him!”

Piccolo frowned and nodded before he too moved to Goku, placing his hands on the Saiyajin’s shoulders. The smaller man emitted a high pitched noise from his throat and shrank away.

“Son. It’s Piccolo and Gohan. You don’t have to be afraid.”

As if waking from a trance, Goku opened his eyes and blinked a few times to clear away the haze. He slowly looked up at Piccolo, then at Gohan. Tears sprang to his eyes as a sense of relief washed over him, but it was soon replaced by fear and shame. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, especially not his eldest son.

“You… You have to leave before…” he stuttered in a raspy voice, but he was cut off by Gohan.

"Forget Vegeta! Why did he do this to you?!” Gohan shouted, his anger getting the best of him.

Piccolo held up a hand to silence the demi-Saiyajin when it became obvious his harsh tone was making Goku nervous.

“Don’t worry about Vegeta, Son. You need medical attention.”

The battered Saiyajin shook his head as his eyes fell to the floor. “No. Just go.... just go..."

Piccolo frowned. “We aren't leaving without you. This can't continue!”

Goku looked up at the Namekian through unshed tears. “His tail. That’s why he’s acting like this. He just needs help. He’s out of his mind… doesn’t know what he’s doing…He can't help it...”

Gohan growled in annoyance as his father rambled on, but kept quiet as Piccolo spoke.

“We’ll help him, but you need help first.”

Goku was silent for a moment before slowly moving forward. He reached out and weakly fisted his hands in the Namekian's shirt, pulling him a bit closer. "You promise me no one will kill him. Promise and I'll go."

Though Piccolo knew he could have forced Goku to come with them either way, he nodded to help ease the smaller man's fears. "I promise you."

Gohan's head suddenly snapped up as Vegeta’s ki flared up and began to head toward their location.

“We should go. He’s coming back.”

Piccolo felt Goku tense and he quickly gathered the Saiyajin into his arms, careful not to further harm his obviously broken tail.

“We need to hurry.”

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Ten long minutes later, Piccolo, Gohan, and Goku arrived at Capsule Corp. The Namekian still cradled the injured Saiyajin in his arms as they quickly entered the large building and headed for the medical bay.

Bulma looked up from a handful of papers as they rushed past, hardly seeing anything more than a couple of blurs. “What’s going on?”

Gohan glanced back at her, though he didn’t stop. “Dad needs help. We need a doctor.”

The blue-haired woman’s eyes widened as she dropped her papers and picked up the phone to call for help. A few quick words later, she set the receiver down and rushed after them. By the time she caught up, Piccolo was already setting Goku down on a bed in the medical wing.

Bulma froze when she got a good look at the Saiyajin, and she turned her gaze to the others in silent question.

“Vegeta.” Gohan growled as his eyes rested on his father’s slumbering form.

“What? But why?”

Piccolo frowned and folded his arms. “He mentioned something about Vegeta’s tail making him this way.”

The woman’s gaze returned to her life-time friend. “I was monitoring Vegeta awhile ago… I knew his aggression had increased, but I never thought…Goku never came to me... so I thought it was ok...” She cut herself off as her throat tightened and tears formed in her eyes. “Does Vegeta know he's here?”

“Probably not. But he’ll find out when he sees an empty closet.” Gohan muttered.

Bulma glanced back at him in confusion.

“That’s were he was being kept.”

“Kami…” She gently took Goku’s hand in her own and brushed his bangs away from his bruised face. “Goku… Goku, can you hear me?”

A moment passed before the Saiyajin’s eyes fluttered open.

Bulma smiled, but quickly turned serious again. “Where does it hurt the most? We’re going to fix you up.”

Goku was silent for a moment, as if trying to determine where he was in the most pain. “Everywhere.” he finally answered in a dry, raspy voice.

The woman turned back to the other two occupants of the room. “Can one of you get him a glass of water? And find out where that damn doctor is!”

Gohan nodded and quickly exited the room.

Piccolo watched as Bulma began to check the Saiyajin over, quickly spotting the ki restricting ring on his tail. She gently tugged on it, but all she did was cause Goku to moan in pain. "Vegeta must have stolen that from my lab awhile back. I can't believe it never occurred to me that he'd use it this way when I saw it was missing."

“Let me.” the Namekian said as he moved beside the bed. A small ball of ki formed on the tip of his index finger and he used the energy as a laser, carefully cutting through the ring until it fell to the floor with a loud ‘clank’.

“Do you have anymore of those?” Piccolo asked.

Bulma nodded as she gently ran her fingers through the unkept fur of Goku’s tail, drawing another grunt of pain from the man when she found the break.

“We may need one to restrain Vegeta until we decide what to do with him. I’ll need to call the others too. We’re going to need all the help we can get in order to bring him under control.”

The woman nodded again. “Ok. There are a couple more in my office. In the left hand desk drawer.”

Piccolo grunted in reply before leaving the room to carry out his tasks. A few seconds later, Gohan returned with a glass of water, but no doctor.

“Here.” he said as he gently put his arm under Goku’s neck and lifted the Saiyajin slightly before placing the glass to his lips. The demi-Saiyajin smiled slightly when Goku slowly began to swallow the small amounts of water that were poured into his mouth, eventually drinking the entire glass.

Gohan gently laid the Saiyajin back down before setting the empty glass on a table. “Better?”

A small smile appeared on the corners of Goku’s lips. “Nn.”

Gohan nodded before turning back to Bulma, who was still examining the Saiyajin’s injuries with a careful eye and gentle touch. “No one knows where the doctor is.”

The woman growled. “That idiot is always missing. Probably went home early again. Never mind. I’d rather do this myself anyway.”

“What can I do to help?” the demi-Saiyajin asked.

Bulma handed him a pair of scissors. “Here, cut off his shirt.”

Gohan nodded and began to cut away the bloodied garment, glancing back at Bulma occasionally as she gently checked Goku’s tail for anymore broken bones. A hiss escaped her lips as she found two more crushed vertebrae.

“Three different breaks. I'll need to get an X-ray to see how bad they are.” The woman glanced at the Saiyajin’s chest as Gohan removed the torn shirt, revealing a vast array of cuts and blue black bruises. She barely touched his skin when Goku yelped in pain, clenching his fists.

“Broken ribs. Goku, are you having trouble breathing?”

“No… but it hurts to.”

Bulma nodded and glanced back at Gohan, who had a concerned expression on his face. “I don’t think his lungs are punctured, but they may be bruised.”

The demi-Saiyajin’s eyes scanned the injured man again. “What are these bruises on his wrists, neck, and arms from?”

The woman examined the strange formations for a moment before frowning. “Those are Vegeta’s hand prints… from gripping him so hard.”

Gohan growled low in his throat before looking into his father’s eyes. “Dad, tell me exactly what he did to you.”

Goku's eyes moved to the ceiling before closing, but he said nothing.

Bulma gently ran her fingers through his hair and spoke in a soothing voice. “Goku, we need to know. It’ll help us treat you because we’ll know what to look for. We need to heal you the old fashioned way for now because no one has any senzu beans. And I need to know more about Vegeta’s behavior in order to help him.”

The Saiyajin slowly opened his eyes, full of unshed tears that slowly began to fall down his pale cheeks. “He… he beat me… suffocated me until I blacked out…Starved…” Goku turned his head slightly to look at Bulma. “He wanted me to learn my place… So I wouldn’t leave…” The Saiyajin paused to fight back a few sobs threatening to break free from his throat. “I wasn’t going to leave… I loved him…” His eyes suddenly hardened. “I hate him. I hate him!”

Bulma watched as tears of agony fell from Goku’s eyes, and she quickly scanned his body before speaking. “Goku… What else did he do?”

The Saiyajin looked at the woman with wide eyes, eyes that he quickly adverted when he met her knowing gaze. “N---Nothing.”

She frowned before pulling down the waistband of his pants slightly, revealing more dark bruises on his hips and waist. Gohan saw them too.

“Bulma, don’t!” Goku cried as he pulled her arm away, wincing at the pain that spread throughout his body from the simple motion.

Gohan’s eyes were wide as he met those of the older Saiyajins’. “He… He raped you??”

Goku’s watery eyes shut as he mumbled his reply.

“I hate him.”

And then, he fell into a deep sleep.

**TBC**

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