"Switch" | By : KillJoy2510 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5755 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The two former allies stared each other down.
“Such big words for someone so insignificant”, Ginyu replied mockingly, “I’m supposed to bring you back to Freeza but I feel like indulging first after all that hard work.”
Before Vegeta could even power an attack a hand grabbed his throat, lifting and slamming him against the wall and squeezing. He wasn’t even able to gasp in shock, the grip cutting off all airflow. His hands went immediately to clawing at the hold at his neck.
“Come on, Vegeta”, the imposter said, putting a bored look on Goku’s face, “I don’t have the time nor the patience for any foreplay right now.”
A clumsy series of kicks was all Vegeta could reply with but it did nothing and panic began its constrictive hold on him as the pathetic assault only rewarded him with another sly smile.
“Wanna know what your friend’s power level’s running at?”
“Nnggk”, was all Vegeta managed to say, glaring at him through a haze of low oxygen and pain.
“Well, sure I’ll tell you”, Ginyu replied cheerfully, “Just to put things into perspective for you. See what you’re really up against…it’s 180,000.”
//No…no, that’s impossible!//, Vegeta denied silently, feeling his resolve retreat a few paces.
Ginyu smiled at the shock on the prince’s face, “Yup. That’s right. To get to the bottom line, it’s pretty pointless trying to fight me off at this point. I will if I have to, but I’d prefer you hold onto consciousness for just a little while longer. It’s more fun when you’re squirming around.”
Lightning fast movement had Vegeta’s back on the floor. Ginyu smiled down at him, making Goku look hardened and cruel.
“Been a while, hasn’t it?”, Ginyu drawled pleasantly with a low chuckle, “Few years, I think. Pesky scheduling. I get the feeling you volunteered for all those missions for reasons other than the experience, though. Trying to avoid me, huh?”
“GET!! OFF!! ME!!”
Instead of his request being followed, a hand cupped him between his straining thighs, fondling him roughly through the skin-tight fabric.
“N-No--”, he began stammering involuntarily before silencing himself, teeth gritted against the desire to uselessly beg for an end to this. Pride slid back into the saddle.
“I-I’m WARNING you, you SICK, pathetic freak! The only reason I haven’t blasted you to Hell is because you have Kakarrot’s body but don’t think I won’t do it!”
Ginyu flashed him a lewd grin, “Aw, have a soft-spot for your monkey pal, huh?”
A gloved fist swiftly slammed into the side of Ginyu’s face, ending the unwanted groping and allowing Vegeta to squirm onto his stomach. Then fingers buried themselves into the dark auburn of his spiked hair, wrenching his head back as the full bulk of the younger Saiyajin’s body weighed onto him. Panic bubbled higher as Ginyu’s other hand grabbed the lip of his blue pants and pulled them down with a rip.
“NO! Let GO OF ME!!”
With a desperate burst of adrenaline, he pulled his arm forward and smashed his elbow as hard as he could into the body behind him. There was a grunt of pain and the hot, heavy pressure was gone. Fingers slipping against the floor, he scrambled away from the paralyzing onset of panic, his legs refusing to obey his commands of “MOVE”.
Sadly, it was an unsuccessful struggle. He got to his feet and tore to the door and then Ginyu was there, blocking his way again.
“Oh, Vegeta. If you think you can get out of this THAT easily you may as well roll over and give up.”
The prince froze. He hadn’t even seen him move! The freak was toying with him--at any time he could just end this fight. Sadistic bastard. Vegeta grimaced, clenching his fists to hide their trembling. Fear started its numbing ascent into his legs and spine at the thought of the immense power packed into the smiling figure before him.
180,000???
//There’s no way out.//
But giving up had never been an option the prince favored.
“Where’s the fun in that?”, he shot back with a sneer at the inevitable, “I rather like making you work for it. Don’t want you to get rusty, now do we?”
Warrior blood sang at the impossible challenge presented before him, at the opportunity to push himself more than he probably should. The muscles of his hips tightened like a coil before he launched himself at his opponent. As he predicted, the captain continued to show off his new-found speed, reappearing at his side and grunting with dismay as Vegeta slammed his boot into his face.
Ginyu crashed into the various equipment set up in the room, mainly panels with blinking lights and buttons that were now rendered useless as the path of his flight demolished them all.
He was not allowed a moment to recover as the Saiyajin prince flew at him with a roar, ki building up in a hand poised to shoot and score a direct hit. Black smoke from the explosion filled the room, serenaded by the crackle of dying electrical equipment. Vegeta wasted no time and powered up again, blasting ki into the midst of the black smoke. Shame it was Kakarrot’s body he’d be grinding underneath his foot once it was reduced to ashes. So much potential--
Hands suddenly gripped his arms from behind him and he cursed Ginyu’s new-found speed. Too late he tried to leap away but he was lifted off his feet, his arms forcibly crossed over his chest and a knee brutally slamming into the small of his back. Pain exploded from the small nub of fur that staked where his tail used to be, momentarily disabling him as he fought against crying out, converting the agony into something tolerable.
Ugly laughter above and behind him again. He turned his head as much as he could with a glare that could strip paint. The bastard’s knee was still buried in his lower back and he felt the muscles of the limbs holding him prisoner suddenly tense before Ginyu launched them with ridiculous speed towards the corner of the room.
“HHnngk--!!”
Vegeta was crushed against unyielding metal, blood spattering from between his gritted teeth to pattern the walls. He groaned, coughing as he struggled for breath, difficult with the side of his face pushed into the wall so hard.
“Hmm, you HAVE gotten a little stronger”, Ginyu’s voice hissed in his ear, “I could almost feel that last attack. It tickled more than anything else though.”
Panic shattered Vegeta’s mind for a moment as he was pressed more into the wall, an orange-clad knee shoved up and between his splayed legs and the pressure Ginyu was putting on his body opening them even further. As Vegeta twisted and pulled in vain, a few things caught his attention: One solid arm kept his own two secured, the body’s weight kept him in place...so...
...that left one of Ginyu’s arms free, Vegeta realized with immediate uneasiness.
He jumped and stiffened as the free hand in question smoothed down the back of one of his thighs, fingers pressing and skimming. The hot breath hitting his neck was almost as bad, his teeth gritted against the sensation of a breathy chuckle. He hated that his body was trembling, furious with it for responding involuntarily to panic.
That damned hand had squeezed its way between them, grabbing and caressing his ass as he desperately tried to squirm away from it. Cloth suddenly bunched up in a fist and pulled, tearing away the thin blue of his pants.
“NO!”, Vegeta screamed angrily, frantically pushing with his legs against the wall but the damned surface was too smooth and there was no way he could get his boots in a position to be able to push away.
“Gods, you’re stubborn”, Ginyu said with a sneer, smoothing Goku’s cheek against Vegeta’s flushed face, “I thought you’d learn by now--if you just give it up it’ll be over a lot--”
He cut off as energy began building up in the slight figure, Vegeta’s breaths coming out in gasps in the effort to summon enough power to escape. Ginyu tried to brace himself. Saiyajin rage proved stronger and Vegeta let loose with a roar as ki swelled out of him, shaking the ship with its intensity. Ginyu was thrown off his feet, Vegeta immediately whipping around and kneeing him in the stomach.
The prince couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction as Ginyu was thrown across the side of the room with a kick to his chest. He looked down, annoyed at the rip in his pants exposing him but there were more pressing matters to tend to. Ginyu was struggling to his feet, blood dripping from his lips and a fierce look of determination sliding over Goku’s young features.
“That’s it, monkey”, Ginyu snarled, “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy this.”
“Enjoy what?”, Vegeta mocked, energy ready and poised in his fingers, “Your defeat? I never pegged you as a masochist--an idiot and a freak but not that.”
“That mouth of yours is gonna be the first thing to go after I break your fucking jaw! All it does is get you in trouble--I’m really doing you a favor. It’ll be an interesting change of pace without you begging me to stop.”
“ENOUGH TALK!”, Vegeta shouted fearlessly, power spiking, “This ends NOW!!”
That last release of energy to get him out of the corner had lessened his strength. Vegeta tried to ignore that fact as he launched himself at top speed towards Ginyu’s startled face with a fierce battle cry.
The revelation of Kakarrot’s power level was another thing Vegeta tried pushing to the back of his mind. He had not been able to pinpoint himself how much the Earth Saiyajin had improved, as his level was hidden while fighting Recoome. But from the way he had handled the rest of Ginyu’s men, this did not look promising. He had a sinking feeling who would win.
Whatever. Even still, he’d sooner die than lie down and take it. Ginyu could fuck a corpse, for all he cared.
//…probably isn’t above doing so, either//, he thought grimly.
A/N: Longer chapter, since this was recieved so warmly I thought it would be okay. Usually my stories squick people out. I’ve not seen this pairing either, not in stories anyway--there’s always the fan-art with poor Vegeta in the midst of a Ginyu Force gangbang--fun fun. Please review! If you like, I do more ^_^
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