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By : Vegetaswriter
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Broken Child

            I have come to the realization that I no longer can lie to myself, my sanity slips with each passing hour, I can feel whatever encouraging emotion that laid within me wither away, and for this, the last ditch effort to salvage any good living within me, I write this. I do not care for the future generations to have a change of opinion of me, nor do I want any sort of pity, I do this for my own self.

            My name is Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, son of King Vegeta the third. I am ten years of age, four in which I have served under the rule of Frezia. I have been blackmailed to do his bidding, anything he asked of me, and more… the looming threat of my Father’s life as well as the lives of my people rest heavily upon my shoulders, the shoulders of a mere child. That statement isn’t fully true; I was the best of them all, which turned Frezia’s eyes on me. I denied his offer; enslavement, spat on the ground he stood, back set firmly straight. He did not like my ‘insolence’, and gave me a very quick but efficient whooping, and with his show of power he held me under his thumb, a thumb that could kill me instantly, and very easily. He gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse. So I had done what I needed to do.

            My first genocide… how many children can say that? My first genocide… I was numb, presenting the people with a quick death, whipping out towns at a time, easily, cleanly, no gore of any kind, just ashes littering the foreign ground, that once were solid bodies; women… children, it didn’t matter. I remember looking down at my trembling hands with an enrapt awe, I killed an entire planet; I killed… innocents. It wasn’t as if I haven’t killed before, I was a Prince to a warrior race, it was expected of me to join my father during wars, and being Saiyans, there were always war, be it our own, or under the name of Frezia. I had witness death since the age of three, I even partook in battles be it a battle in space using the turrets, or hand to hand combat, war was a part of life. This was different; only just a small handful was military, untrained, confused and terrified that such a small child brought such destruction over them. I became numb…

            I have been exposed to for more than a child should be exposed to, rape was a daily normality, the soldiers finding gratification amongst themselves, be their partner willing or unwilling, it didn’t matter. Thankfully, Frezia warned all others if they dared looked at me in an overly sexual manner, he would gouge their eyes from their sockets, and one thing is for certain about the crazy lizard, his threats were a far cry from being idle. Knowing that now, you’ll understand why I done what I had for four years…

            Frezia exposed me to adult situations, involving him and myself, he would touch me intimately, and demand I return the soft touches, he would moan and I would urge. The most he had ever done to me then was penetrate my mouth, making me take him whole, and suckle him; I done this for my people, for my father, and with that thought, it made me ill. I was disgusted, appalled; and each night when he tire of me, I would wallow in my cot, and cry dry tears, begging for my father to rescue me from the hell that was slowly becoming my home.

            To say I was soldiering on would be a lie; I started loosing myself then, my sanities foundations begun to crumble. I wanted more, I wanted to hurt, kill, and destroy, purging missions I demanded, the harder they were, meant more beings to kill. My quick killing methods became slow, painful; I mocked them, laughed as they bled out cursing me, I simply laughed…

            But this isn’t the reason why I write this. The truth of why I am writing this is to remind myself, remind myself that once upon a time, I held a deep sense of honour, I was keeping my planet safe, I was loved once, I was once a sane happy boy. I was all of those things, remember this Vegeta! I was good…

            My planet is gone… my Father is dead… the possibility of salvation from this hell is gone… my purpose… I no longer have a purpose.

            I am filthy… Frezia had taken me… he… he… raped me… ripped away my virginity… I am tainted, a whore to his needs now… and the worse of it, he made me call him dad… I called him dad… I cried and screamed for him to stop… the pain was immense, I cried out to him to stop, I called him dad...

            My sanity will be no longer after this night, I can feel it in my bones, I will crumble, and be like him. I will be the abused child of Frezia, do his biddings, and I know I will enjoy it, I had before, kill in his name… I just pray that one day, he dies by my hand, and then… I can leave this world, someone will destroy me, and I’ll smile…

            I was once a good boy, a happy child, doing what is best for his people and land, I was worth something once, I was good…

            Trunks held the old paper in his hands, the new tear stains mingled in with the old ones of his father; he wept, he came here, hoping that he would learn something ‘cool’ about his dad, thinking this was a station his father willingly lived and had many riveting adventures travelling the stars, but now he knew the truth, and he could only imagine. He shook his head, balling the paper in his hand, and burned it to nothingness; that wasn’t his father, and he will never be known as that. His father was a proud, powerful man, better than anyone else, not that broken child…
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Daily prizes	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3553 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i do not own dbz or make any money from this.

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