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Much Like Suffocating	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Much Like Suffocating

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WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:

A.
If I owned the show (D don dontcha think you�d be watching the smut
instead of just reading it? (Insert standard
disclaimer here: I don�t own Vegeta,
Goku, (any other characters mentioned herein) or the show they came from DBZ
DBGT or just plain DB.)style='font-siz.0pt.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>B.
ALL RIGHTY. *rubs hands
together and looks up terms for the list of warnings: * Sadly, this is AU, but folks, don�t run away
already screaming. You can read
it. I swear It�ll be chocked full of
lemony goodness. LEMONS (Not talking
about the fruit here, either. I�m
talking about the sex ones; although how did it come to be a �lemon�
anyway?) Homosexuality (er�duh.)yes"> And he had been sad. And
angry. Had fought res restraints that
kept him trapped in his cell like an animal.
Fought the odd weight of clothes against his skin and the perverted way
nobody had looked at him with anything but pity or clinical interest. It had taken a long time. Longer than he ever wanted to think
about. A lot of time and a lot of scars
before it faded, before the aching need faded away and he was himself again.

Himself. Ha�right?

Goku
thought back to his father�s words, often, as often as he could, and as he
stood in the lobby of Freiza�s house yet again, and watched a new specimen
writhe and moan, he thought that there wasn�t that much of him left anymore
that really wanted to be back. Only a
tiny part that remembered the days where he didn�t care about anything but the
feeling of a fingertip on that spo his his thigh�that too was a scar.

But
now he was free. On a mission. Was on his way to saving the Saiyan race by
saving the Saiyan Prince.

Frieza
met him on the threshold again.
Arrogant swagger, amused giggle.
�I see you were well pleased by Vegeta.� It was mightily amused.
And proud. Looked at him with
more interest this day than he had the day before. Narrowed his stupid eyes and stared like if he looked long enough
he could place the resemblance. �Do you
have your servant to hand over more jewels to me?�

�Naturally,�
he said, and Krillin (who was definitely not a servant but was willing to play
his part for the greater good) stepped forward, covered completely in the folds
of the robe. Offered up another plain
envelope full of cash and jewels.

This
pleased it. And the maggoty thing
smirked yet again. Giggled again. �You are a most generous one. Certainly you will stay longer today than
your brief visit. Vegeta is pleasing
quickly or slowly, but I have heard that he is especially gifted at
endurance.� It motioned, and as if
summoned by the mere thought, there stood Vegeta. Still naked and shining with the oil, still bronzed and perfect
and sucking on that damn finger. He
raised an eyebrow in curiosity and perhaps a part of him remembered Goku. �Did you want more than one?� it asked him,
�With such a generous payment I cannot help but wonder if just this one would
suffice your appetite.�

Goku
cracked that cheeky grin again, bowed a bit for the effect of it, and said: �As
with all you offer, Lord Freiza, he is much more than adequate.�

Knew
these words would please the white waste of molecules. Because he had spent years listening to
others spout this nonsensical bullshit to the thing. Had been held by his master side with a leash. (Just for show, nobody in this house needed
a leash to remain next to Freiza, they were loyal to him in a perversely
disgusting way.) Had heard countless
nobles praise the maggot. And had been
handed to he who could praise the best.
�You are too kind,� it said.

�Not
kind enough,� Goku replied.

A
giggle. �I will show you the way
myself.� Naturally. Just to make sure they got there. And to perhaps weasel out a few more
complements. �Might I ask your
profession sir?�

�Assassin.�

�Ah,
and your business in town is of a professional nature?�

He
choked on the cheeky grin again. And
smoothly replied: �No, sir. My business
was in the town of Sirou, and I have not accepted any further business ventures
as of yet. It was a complicated job and
I had heard your house dealt in only the very best and decided to indulge.�

It
paused for a moment, rolled over a mental scroll of all the crimes it knew
of�and it certainly should have heard of Sirou. The lips pulled up in a smile, and it nodded. �It was certainly a masterfully done
job. I will keep you in mind for future
employment,� it said to him.

Joy. But I�ve already been employed by you. �I�m flattered, sir.� And thank everything holy, they had reached
the room. Vegeta looked bored�was
bored�and stepped into the room. Waited
to be followed, and Freiza wished him a great time before he pulled the doors
closed.

He
stood there, and considered just what the hell he was supposed to do
today. Ideally, he was supposed to
observe Vegeta, supposed to figure out where the control device was and isolate
how it could be removed. But he was
stuck here for much longer than he wanted to be.

�Are
you here to watch?� Vegeta asked. Sat
on the edge of the bed, pulled his feet up and rested his heels on the wooden
footboard. Licked his lips. Dropped both his hands down to the insides
of his thighs. Gave him an arrogant
look and it was that look Goku recognized.
It was the look that the Prince had been famous for before he was
kidnapped off his transport. Back when
he was seventeen; and that had been nearly ten years ago.

He
felt intensely weary. Sat in a chair
and tried to think of what he could do for all this time. (Well, besides the obvious thing. And while he wasn�t shivering in disgust
this time and suffering hot flashes from how deeply he was betraying the
Prince, he wasn�t exactly ready to sleep with someone under mind control.) �Do whatever you want,� he said, �Leave me
be for a few moments.�

The
Prince actually looked offended.

~~~***

It
had come back. Just as it
promised. But it was not interested in
him�something unusual in a world where people paid high money to be near him. But he was not necessarily worried about
this. It told him to do whatever
wanted, and he took this as a command, was free to do as he pleased.

Pressed
his finger the space in the back of his mouth again and thought of just what he
wanted to do. Stroked the inside of his
thigh and contemplated this strange set of events. He had never been told to �do whatever you want� before, had
never really considered what he would do if he was allowed to do as he
pleased.

But
then, he would just do the same as he always did.

(You
recognize him. He�s familiar.)

Of
course he recognized it. That was the
same faceless thing that had been in here just days ago. Its skin was the same dusky darkened color;
its dark hair was still slicked back from its face. He had its green (they�re black) eyes closed. Hands in its lap, and it was just sitting
there.

Which
was fine, Vegeta could amuse himself without the other�s help. He scooted back on the bed, rested against
the mountain of pillows and used the hand that wasn�t in his mouth to trail
designs down his chest, over his stomach and back up. Endless. Felt the waves
of heat and arousal go through him, and wondered just what it was about him
that made that faceless one shiver. It
wasn�t a pleased sort of shiver, it was another kind, a disgusted kind.

Its
green eyes opened, and it stared at him.
Stood up, looked determined and like it was in pain. Grabbed the hand away from his mouth, lifted
it toward the head of the bed, and tied it up there. Used a sash and said, darkly, �Keep it there.�

(Thank
you. You must remember�)

Then
its other hand pushed his free hand back down his body, wrapped Vegeta�s
fingers around his own erection. �Keep
this one here.� Then it moved away,
back over to its chair. Slipped the
cloak off its broad shoulders and with a shudder of absolute disgust�yes, it
was disgusted, but it was also comfortable�it started to remove its
clothes. Slid out of them with the same
skill and silky subtly of anyone Vegeta had ever seen.

It
was scarred.

(Yes. Of course it is.)

He
did not spend much time on this reflection, stroked his hand up and down his
erection, and without even meaning too, started to tug on the sash that held
his hand above his head. Felt an
unpleasant lack of warmth on his skin, felt slick and sick, and tugged on the
hand. Realized only when its hand
touched him that he was rocking his whole body on the bed, jerking at the sash
with more than just his arm.

It
looked sad. Looked like it
sympathized. And ran hands down his
chest, bumped fingers over his nipples and his stomach, pressed hot palms
against his hips and his belly button, dropped its head down again and covered
his erection. He felt those lips on his
hand, and uncurled his fist from around himself. Let his fingers grip its shoulder.

Breathed
in heavily. Clenched his teeth and felt
there was still something lacking.
Something important that should have been and wasn�t.

(Don�t
you remember? Your highness?)

He
growled, felt it start in his chest, thrusts his hips forward viciously. Wanted to hurt this thing that had wrapped
his hand up, wanted to more than hurt him.
Felt a wave of the surreal passing through him. Closed his eyes and fought against the tide
of something stronger than him rising up.
Saw a display before him, closed his eyes, and saw a throne. Saw a whole court of people, and bizarrely,
he remembered their names.

(He
looks like Bardock� Doesn�t he?)

Who
was Bardock? He forced its head to
remain still and moved endlessly against its face, stabbed at it and felt the
tightening of his whole body, a flush and a disgust, and he lifted up off the
bed, felt it go beyond his ability to control, felt it like something that
could never be assuaged, and ripped at the sash that held his arm above his
head.

Needed
his fucking hand.

Then
it pulled away, licked its lips. Looked
at him with real sadness. Real
sympathy. Threw one of its legs over
him and sat on his thighs. Leaned
forward. Put one hand on his jerk
arm�he could feel the burn on his wrist, felt a slick wetness there�and he
stilled. Stared. Looked at it and felt something inside of
him that knew this thing.

�Some
things,� it said to him, �You never forget.�
Its hand�its other hand�was on his erection again, held him still as it
shifted and then he was inside of it. Inside
the heat and the strangeness of that made him stop. Stop breathing, stop understanding, he could just stare.

�What
are you doing to me?� he asked.

(Freedom. Do you remember Freedom?)

It
shook its head. Closed its eyes. Moved its whole body in a liquid grace, a
feline arch and roll like it too understood how this enticed, moved like sex
moved, undulated and let its headl bal back.
Made noises, endless little noises.
Whimpers, and breathy noises.
Its free hand stroked its thigh.
Endlessly ran over the little scar on its inner thigh.

(You
remember him because you have seen him before.
Remember him because you know his father.)

Vegeta
jerked his arm again, and panted, clenched his teeth and growled it out
again. �WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!�

It
rolled its whole body forward, looked down at him, dropped its head so they
were scant centimeters apart. Opened
his mouth with its, and invadim, im, (disgusted him) licked at the back of his
mouth until it felt that space behind his teeth. Paused here, ran his tongue over that space again, and made a
pleased noise.

(Don�t
forget. Don�t forget about what
happened.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***

I
have that humor I promised planed for the next chappie.

Vegeta:
*hides mouth behind hand and mumbles out something that is unintelligible
*

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Macha:

I
do like scribbling.

Setharo07:

>

Aw,
I�m glad you liked it. And yep, it is
going to be tricky to get the thing out of Vegeta�s mouth. *tries to figure out how she�s going to get
Goku to get the thing out.* I�m sure
something brilliant will occur to me.
*hopefully. *

Prisma Kakkerra:

I
hate Fr.

Jaygoose:

*hunts
around for PixelGoddess, to blame her*
Actually, I�m no fan of Krillin myself.
But I think I just might like him in this one.

Mechanical Butterfly:

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Getarian:

The
*sigh * thing (from my previous response) was me. That�s the noise I make when I get serious/angsty. I wasn�t sighing at you. I was sighing in acknowledgement of the seriousness
of the story. (Because it is pretty
darn serious, unfortunately.) I
completely agree with what you say about it.
It�s heartbreaking because it�s a horrible thing that�s been done to
them, and now they have to claw their way back to some sort of �normalcy� in
ordo coo continue on with their life.

*Not
that anyone�s read it, prolly, but: I used this same idea in a fic I wrote
about Final Fantasy 8. I can�t even
remember what the name of it was, but it was Squall (main character) who got
hooked on these drugs and worked at this brothel, he was very messed up, and
Seifer had to come and save him. So
this isn�t an original concept for me.
I like it, it�s one of those
strange psychological horror things that I find fascinating�

Of
course, I�ll lighten the mood, because I could maintain this level of angst the
whole way through, but everyone needs a breather from it eventually.
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