A King's Pride, A Father's Love
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,011
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the Characters, Nor do I make any money from writing these stories, however, comments are my crack!
Torture
Torture
When Trunks wakes he is strapped to a metal table, he’s wearing nothing but his boxers, his head is throbbing, and when he tries to fight the bonds he realizes he is also very weak. He’s shivering from the cold temperature.
He hears a door shut, and heavy foot steps, then he is looking up into the stern face of a large Saiyajin.
He hears the weak voice of Vegeta from a distant corner, “Who are you…?”
“My name is Sladen. I am a Saiyajin. I used to serve the royal family on planet Vegeta.”
“The name…sounds familiar…what do you want?”
“I want to be king of Vegeta.”
Vegeta laughs humorlessly.
“Haven’t you heard? Vegeta was destroyed by a being named Frieza.”
“That was old Vegeta. I want to be king of New Vegeta.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I have gathered a small population of Saiyajins that had been steadily being sent to various planets, we are a population of just over 300, inhabiting a planet that I’ve purged. I have implemented a breeding program, soon our planet of New Vegeta should be thriving, and the race should flourish. Saiyajins will be a reigning power again.”
The excitement in Vegeta’s eyes is unmistakable. “A new race. Incredible!”
“Yes, but it’s my race, I will rule them.”
“That’s ridiculous, why would you name it New Vegeta, if you weren’t planning to let the old hierarchy rule?”
“The old hierarchy will rule to some degree. It will be ruled in a fashion that would make King Vegeta proud.”
“I can be that ruler, it is my destiny.”
“King Vegeta would be ashamed of you, Prince Vegeta. You are weak.”
“I’m not weak!”
“Our great king would’ve disowned you by now.”
“That’s not true!”
“It is, and you know it. Now, I want the right to be king, and you’re going to give it to me.”
“What right? I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you want to be king, be king.”
“Don’t play games with me Vegeta, I need the birthright, you know that.”
“What are you talking about you fool? Are you mad?”
Sladen sighs loudly. “I was hoping we could do this the easy way, but I see that you haven’t lost the Saiyajin stubbornness.”
Sladen pushes a button that raises the table Trunks is strapped to so that it is vertical.
“So Vegeta, why don’t you tell me who this is?”
“He’s no one.”
“No one? You mean you were sparring with a complete stranger? That’s doubtful.”
“I mean he’s no one I care about. Just some earthling my girlfriend is trying to get me to be friends with. He means nothing to me.”
“I’m not buying that, Vegeta. I think he already is a friend…and I think he’s your weak link.”
“Nonsense. This fool is of no use to you.”
“We shall see.”
Sladen runs a fingernail down Trunks’ chest, leaving a long trail of blood from his sternum to his navel. Trunks flinches, but makes no audible sound. Vegeta watches, expressionless.
Sladen looks at Trunks. “Such a beautiful boy, it really is a pity I’m going to have to get rough with him.” Sladen leans in to whisper in Trunks’ ear as he trails a finger along his jaw line. “Just remember, it’s he who’s causing you this pain, not I.”
Trunks glares at the man and spits in his face.
Sladen smirks as he wipes the spit from his cheek. “Feisty, just the way I like them.”
Sladen belts Trunks hard across the jaw, causing him to hit his already injured head on the table. Trunks’ eyes glaze over as he nearly looses consciousness again.
“Ah ah ah there will be no sleeping. I see I’ll have to tone down my strength a bit since you’re injured.”
Sladen turns to Vegeta, “Come on Vegeta, this is your last chance to save your friend here a lot of pain.”
“I told you I don’t know what you’re talking about…if there’s some secret birthright it was never given to me.”
Sladen turns back to Trunks, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. “Normally I’d blindfold you so you can’t prepare yourself for the pain, but I bet those eyes of yours are just beautiful when they’re filled with tears.”
“I’ll never give you that satisfaction.” Trunks voice is icy, and his eyes are a deadly glare.
“Oh you will cry, and scream, beg, and eventually break.”
Sladen begins using Trunks as his punching bag, punching his stomach and chest repeatedly. Trunks lets out grunts every now and then, but otherwise remains unaffected. Vegeta forces himself into a relaxed and uninterested stance as he looks away from the scene.
Sladen stops abruptly when a sickening crack is heard over Trunks’ pained yell, followed by Trunks coughing up a large amount of blood,
“It never ceases to amaze me how fragile ribs are. You see, it’s a design flaw. They’re perfect for taking hits straight on…” Sladen punches Trunks’ ribcage several times, making him moan in pain. “But hit them at an angle…” Sladen kicks the opposite side of Trunks’ rib cage. Trunks screams as another crack is heard. “and they break right apart.”
Vegeta remains silent, his expression blank. “Fascinating, really.”
“I don’t appreciate sarcasm, Vegeta.”
“Sorry, I’m afraid that’s the only gift I have to give.”
“You’ll talk soon. You’ll give me the birthright eventually.”
“Humph”
Sladen picks up Trunks’ sword.
“Beautiful marksmanship…this blade is specifically designed to be a conductor for your ki, am I right?”
Trunks looks away, refusing to acknowledge him.
Sladen begins concentrating a ki flow into the blade, letting the blade get red hot. “I’ll give you another chance to change your mind, Vegeta.”
“I don’t know what it is!”
Sladen shakes his head sadly and holds the red metal to Trunks’ right hip. Trunks tries to hold back, but a scream breaks loose as Sladen slides the blade slowly from his hip to his arm pit.
“Mmm such beautiful agony. My prophecy is coming true my beautiful boy, next comes the crying and the begging.”
“I will never beg.” Trunks’ voice is still shaky with pain, but Vegeta can’t help but feel a sense of pride for his resolve.
“Oh my boy, how mistaken you are.”
Sladen heats a metal collar-like device until it glows white, before wrapping it around Trunks’ neck and locking it in place. Trunks screams loudly as the smell of burnt flesh fills the room.
Vegeta’s expression turns to that of worry.
Sladen grabs Trunks’ bangs. “I don’t like these, they prevent me from seeing your expressive human eyes.” Trunks grunts as Sladen rips his bangs out, leaving his scalp bleeding. “Vegeta, we’ll see how well you do at ignoring this boy’s pain when it’s on display right in front of you.”
Sladen takes a chain and attaches it to the collar, Slamming Trunks against the cage Vegeta is in. Trunks makes choking sounds as Slade attaches the chain to a hook at the top of the cage door. Trunks quickly grabs the cage with his good arm in an effort to alleviate some of the pressure on his throat.
“I don’t think so.” Sladen heats a metal belt to the same white hotness as the collar and wraps it around Trunks’ waist. This time Vegeta can hear the sizzling flesh before he smells it. Trunks’ attempt to hold back another scream results in a pained whimper.
The whimper turns into a choked scream as Sladen pulls Trunks’ good wrist into a hot white cuff that’s hanging off of the belt. Trunks falls again, choking under the pull of the collar. He finally uses he broken arm to grab the bars, whimpering again as an excruciating pain shoots through his arm.
“Trunks!” There’s an even mixture of worry and puzzlement in Vegeta’s voice.
“In case you’re wondering, that’s the arm you broke when under my spell.”
Vegeta looks shocked. “If you can control me why didn’t you have me give you this so called birthright then?”
“I’d love to, but it has to be given freely.”
Vegeta growls in frustration. “How many times do I have to say that I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Sladen smirks. “Well maybe his pain will jar your memory.”
Sladen grabs a harsh looking whip with thorns on it, and brings it down hard across Trunks’ back. Trunks uses all of his will power to keep silent, but the pain is evident in his eyes. Trunks remains silent for thirty more lashes, though a puddle of blood forms on the ground under him. Vegeta watches helplessly.
“No human can take this much damage.”
“You’re right, he’s not a human…he’s a Saiyajin.”
“A Saiyajin? That’s not possible.”
“He’s my son.”
A slight flush of pride washes over Trunks, momentarily dulling his pain.
“Your son! Then he should be your weak link.”
Sladen hits Trunks harder, exposing muscle from beneath his punished flesh. Trunks screams when the whip makes contact with the muscle, and his tears begin to flow freely.
When Trunks wakes he is strapped to a metal table, he’s wearing nothing but his boxers, his head is throbbing, and when he tries to fight the bonds he realizes he is also very weak. He’s shivering from the cold temperature.
He hears a door shut, and heavy foot steps, then he is looking up into the stern face of a large Saiyajin.
He hears the weak voice of Vegeta from a distant corner, “Who are you…?”
“My name is Sladen. I am a Saiyajin. I used to serve the royal family on planet Vegeta.”
“The name…sounds familiar…what do you want?”
“I want to be king of Vegeta.”
Vegeta laughs humorlessly.
“Haven’t you heard? Vegeta was destroyed by a being named Frieza.”
“That was old Vegeta. I want to be king of New Vegeta.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I have gathered a small population of Saiyajins that had been steadily being sent to various planets, we are a population of just over 300, inhabiting a planet that I’ve purged. I have implemented a breeding program, soon our planet of New Vegeta should be thriving, and the race should flourish. Saiyajins will be a reigning power again.”
The excitement in Vegeta’s eyes is unmistakable. “A new race. Incredible!”
“Yes, but it’s my race, I will rule them.”
“That’s ridiculous, why would you name it New Vegeta, if you weren’t planning to let the old hierarchy rule?”
“The old hierarchy will rule to some degree. It will be ruled in a fashion that would make King Vegeta proud.”
“I can be that ruler, it is my destiny.”
“King Vegeta would be ashamed of you, Prince Vegeta. You are weak.”
“I’m not weak!”
“Our great king would’ve disowned you by now.”
“That’s not true!”
“It is, and you know it. Now, I want the right to be king, and you’re going to give it to me.”
“What right? I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you want to be king, be king.”
“Don’t play games with me Vegeta, I need the birthright, you know that.”
“What are you talking about you fool? Are you mad?”
Sladen sighs loudly. “I was hoping we could do this the easy way, but I see that you haven’t lost the Saiyajin stubbornness.”
Sladen pushes a button that raises the table Trunks is strapped to so that it is vertical.
“So Vegeta, why don’t you tell me who this is?”
“He’s no one.”
“No one? You mean you were sparring with a complete stranger? That’s doubtful.”
“I mean he’s no one I care about. Just some earthling my girlfriend is trying to get me to be friends with. He means nothing to me.”
“I’m not buying that, Vegeta. I think he already is a friend…and I think he’s your weak link.”
“Nonsense. This fool is of no use to you.”
“We shall see.”
Sladen runs a fingernail down Trunks’ chest, leaving a long trail of blood from his sternum to his navel. Trunks flinches, but makes no audible sound. Vegeta watches, expressionless.
Sladen looks at Trunks. “Such a beautiful boy, it really is a pity I’m going to have to get rough with him.” Sladen leans in to whisper in Trunks’ ear as he trails a finger along his jaw line. “Just remember, it’s he who’s causing you this pain, not I.”
Trunks glares at the man and spits in his face.
Sladen smirks as he wipes the spit from his cheek. “Feisty, just the way I like them.”
Sladen belts Trunks hard across the jaw, causing him to hit his already injured head on the table. Trunks’ eyes glaze over as he nearly looses consciousness again.
“Ah ah ah there will be no sleeping. I see I’ll have to tone down my strength a bit since you’re injured.”
Sladen turns to Vegeta, “Come on Vegeta, this is your last chance to save your friend here a lot of pain.”
“I told you I don’t know what you’re talking about…if there’s some secret birthright it was never given to me.”
Sladen turns back to Trunks, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. “Normally I’d blindfold you so you can’t prepare yourself for the pain, but I bet those eyes of yours are just beautiful when they’re filled with tears.”
“I’ll never give you that satisfaction.” Trunks voice is icy, and his eyes are a deadly glare.
“Oh you will cry, and scream, beg, and eventually break.”
Sladen begins using Trunks as his punching bag, punching his stomach and chest repeatedly. Trunks lets out grunts every now and then, but otherwise remains unaffected. Vegeta forces himself into a relaxed and uninterested stance as he looks away from the scene.
Sladen stops abruptly when a sickening crack is heard over Trunks’ pained yell, followed by Trunks coughing up a large amount of blood,
“It never ceases to amaze me how fragile ribs are. You see, it’s a design flaw. They’re perfect for taking hits straight on…” Sladen punches Trunks’ ribcage several times, making him moan in pain. “But hit them at an angle…” Sladen kicks the opposite side of Trunks’ rib cage. Trunks screams as another crack is heard. “and they break right apart.”
Vegeta remains silent, his expression blank. “Fascinating, really.”
“I don’t appreciate sarcasm, Vegeta.”
“Sorry, I’m afraid that’s the only gift I have to give.”
“You’ll talk soon. You’ll give me the birthright eventually.”
“Humph”
Sladen picks up Trunks’ sword.
“Beautiful marksmanship…this blade is specifically designed to be a conductor for your ki, am I right?”
Trunks looks away, refusing to acknowledge him.
Sladen begins concentrating a ki flow into the blade, letting the blade get red hot. “I’ll give you another chance to change your mind, Vegeta.”
“I don’t know what it is!”
Sladen shakes his head sadly and holds the red metal to Trunks’ right hip. Trunks tries to hold back, but a scream breaks loose as Sladen slides the blade slowly from his hip to his arm pit.
“Mmm such beautiful agony. My prophecy is coming true my beautiful boy, next comes the crying and the begging.”
“I will never beg.” Trunks’ voice is still shaky with pain, but Vegeta can’t help but feel a sense of pride for his resolve.
“Oh my boy, how mistaken you are.”
Sladen heats a metal collar-like device until it glows white, before wrapping it around Trunks’ neck and locking it in place. Trunks screams loudly as the smell of burnt flesh fills the room.
Vegeta’s expression turns to that of worry.
Sladen grabs Trunks’ bangs. “I don’t like these, they prevent me from seeing your expressive human eyes.” Trunks grunts as Sladen rips his bangs out, leaving his scalp bleeding. “Vegeta, we’ll see how well you do at ignoring this boy’s pain when it’s on display right in front of you.”
Sladen takes a chain and attaches it to the collar, Slamming Trunks against the cage Vegeta is in. Trunks makes choking sounds as Slade attaches the chain to a hook at the top of the cage door. Trunks quickly grabs the cage with his good arm in an effort to alleviate some of the pressure on his throat.
“I don’t think so.” Sladen heats a metal belt to the same white hotness as the collar and wraps it around Trunks’ waist. This time Vegeta can hear the sizzling flesh before he smells it. Trunks’ attempt to hold back another scream results in a pained whimper.
The whimper turns into a choked scream as Sladen pulls Trunks’ good wrist into a hot white cuff that’s hanging off of the belt. Trunks falls again, choking under the pull of the collar. He finally uses he broken arm to grab the bars, whimpering again as an excruciating pain shoots through his arm.
“Trunks!” There’s an even mixture of worry and puzzlement in Vegeta’s voice.
“In case you’re wondering, that’s the arm you broke when under my spell.”
Vegeta looks shocked. “If you can control me why didn’t you have me give you this so called birthright then?”
“I’d love to, but it has to be given freely.”
Vegeta growls in frustration. “How many times do I have to say that I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Sladen smirks. “Well maybe his pain will jar your memory.”
Sladen grabs a harsh looking whip with thorns on it, and brings it down hard across Trunks’ back. Trunks uses all of his will power to keep silent, but the pain is evident in his eyes. Trunks remains silent for thirty more lashes, though a puddle of blood forms on the ground under him. Vegeta watches helplessly.
“No human can take this much damage.”
“You’re right, he’s not a human…he’s a Saiyajin.”
“A Saiyajin? That’s not possible.”
“He’s my son.”
A slight flush of pride washes over Trunks, momentarily dulling his pain.
“Your son! Then he should be your weak link.”
Sladen hits Trunks harder, exposing muscle from beneath his punished flesh. Trunks screams when the whip makes contact with the muscle, and his tears begin to flow freely.