Past To future

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Ages are as follows

Napa: 33
Raditzu: 18
Vegeta: 7
Goku: 6

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“Me’cuthra Ou’g,” Raditzu whispered picking up the weak child, taking in his condition. The bruises, the bloody cuts, the smell of piss, the damp clothing, the vomit beginning to dry in the Prince’s hair and on his face. Raditzu could tell his Prince was sick, the child’s skin was dry and hot, but he trembled as if it were cold.

Dropping to the ground, Raditzu began pealing the filthy clothing off of the cub. Being as careful as he could in his fright. He had never seen his Prince so sick before, he almost suspected that Furiza had done something to him. “How long have you lain here?” He asked, not expecting an answer from the way the child lay limp against him.

When he had Vegeta laying naked and comfortably in his lap, he glanced around the room, looking for something to wash the Prince with. Something, anything at all, it didn’t matter as long as the water was clean and warm. Spotting a sink over in the corner by a toilet, Raditzu got up and laid Vegeta on a nearby bed. Tugging his only piece of clothing off, he soaked the fabric under the taps. Wringing out the excess water, he brought the new wash cloth back to the bed.

“Don’t worry my Prince,” He whispered, carefully dragging the cloth over pail, delicate skin. One of his many tasks was washing the prince up for supper and after the boy was done playing outside. He was used to seeing the rambunctious boy bruised and dirty, but the damage he saw here . . .

“What did he do to you?” Raditzu growled, a hot flash of anger making him nearly murderous. He could see bruises in the shape of rivets and knew someone had dropped his Prince, probably threw him to the ground, and hard. There were long scratches from where he had slid across the rough ground. He could tell the Prince had skidded because of the friction burns around the scratches, making soft baby skin rough and irritated.

Despite the multitude of injuries, they were not as bad as he had first thought. They were only superficial and most of the bruises would be gone by tomorrow morning. The worst of it was the fact that what ever that lizard had done had been bad enough to terrify his little Prince. Vegeta was way too old to piss himself without a good reason to, and the vomit. . .

Becoming physically ill was something that Saiyans rarely did. Their bodies craved the nutrition far too much to give it up easily. Either Vegeta had to be seriously ill or someone had caused him serious internal harm to his digestive tract. Raditzu chose to believe the former rather than the latter, Vegeta’s fever was far too high for comfort. If he didn’t cool the small child down soon, they may loose him.

Pressing a hand to the Prince’s hot forehead, Raditzu’s brows furrowed. Siayans didn’t get sick very easily, what could be causing this illness? Pushing such thoughts out of his head for the time being, he left to rinse out the cloth.

“Raditzu,” Vegeta’s small, weak voice groaned. “Raditzu, that isn’t funny. . .cats don’t eat bad boys.”

The long haired Saiyan turned back to his Prince, worry turning to something more like dread. Vegeta was delirious, a sign that usually meant death in a sick Saiyan. Rushing back to his Prince’s side, he finished washing the child clean, pleased momentarily with his job.

“Raditzu? Why are you and Napa wrestling? I thought you were best friends. . . “ The Prince moaned, sounding agitated, his limbs beginning to move, his tail curling and slithering across the bed’s now damp sheets.

“We weren’t my Prince, we were making love. Something you won‘t ever get a chance to do if I don‘t get this fever down.” Raditzu said in a frightened, sad voice. He had lost his King and Queen today, and now he was going to lose the closest thing he had ever had to a child. “Come on Vegeta, I know you lost your mommy and daddy, but please, please don’t die on me too!” Sniffling, he tried not to cry while memories of all the time he had spent with his little Prince flashed through his mind. Hell even Napa loved Vegeta most of the time, and Napa hated children.

Picking Vegeta up, he carried the future King to the small sink, holding him on the edge of the basin. Closing off the drain with the soggy sweat pants, he began to fill the sink with icy cold water. There was only one way he knew to treat a fever. Placing Vegeta as best as he could into the ice water, he ignored the hoarse cries from the child.

“Cold, cold cold, Raditzu, its so cold,” Vegeta moaned, eyes wide open now, not seeing. They were bright and clear, the eyes of a fever victim. Raditzu began to splash water over his prince’s body, holding Vegeta still as best as he could. Vegeta may have been weakened by the fever and what ever else that lizard had done to him, but he was still a fighter and his sheer will was almost enough to throw Raditzu off.

“Hush, hush, I know Vegeta,” Raditzu whispered, giving Vegeta one more good splash before putting his hand to Vegeta’s forehead. “But your temperature is already starting to come down.”

A few minutes latter and he decided that the small boy had had quite enough. Picking Vegeta up out of the sink, he brought him to his chest, cradling him, trying to rock him to sleep. “Now you need to sleep Vegeta Sama, go back to sleep. Don’t worry, I won’t let any one near you again.”

Laying on the bed with Vegeta, he curled around him, stroking soggy hair while he purred. He had done all he could, it was time to wait and see if Vegeta got better. “For your sake Furiza. . . You’d better hope Vegeta gets better.” Raditzu growled, eyes affixed to the room’s only entrance. Even if it killed him, he was going to stay awake and guard that door and when Furiza came bake, and he knew the bastard would, he would strangle the life out of the cock sucker.

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That inbreed of a monkey had humiliated him in front of his brother. No one did that and didn’t get the living shit beat out of them on the spot. However, he had a strong feeling that Vegeta could be one of his strongest, most loyal puppets if he played his cards right. That was the only reason the brat was still alive.

Growling in aggravation, Furiza watched his guest leave. Good, the damned bastard thought he was so high and mighty when they both knew that he was the strongest of the family. When the door was closed and the images of his brother were gone from the monitors hooked up to the security cameras, Furiza turned towards his bar. He needed a drink right about now, liquor always helped him to think.

Grabbing a half empty bottle of Dragon’s Blood Wine, he poured himself a hearty glass full. It may have been a type of wine, but it had one hell of a kick. One glass was enough to have most people blind fucking drunk. Bringing the warm, steaming drink to his mouth he downed it in one gulp.

What he needed to do was humiliate the little monkey Prince, show him what his disgusting behavior had made his master look like. In front of an audience, in front of those other Saiyans he had captured. What were their names? It didn’t matter, right now the only use he had for them was the plain he was beginning to develop. A brilliant trickery if he did say so himself.

Grinning wickedly, he poured himself another drink before going over to the intercom system. Pressing the button that opened the link to his commander, “Zarbon?” He knew that his right hand man would want some action in his little game with the monkey Prince. After all, that little bastard had thrown up all over Zarbon, as the highly agitated Commander was kind enough to inform his lord Furiza.

“I’m here Lord Furiza,” The intercom crackled back before silence fell.

“I have a plan for our little disgusting monkey Prince.”

“What sort of plan my lord?” The staticy voice asked and Furiza couldn’t help the smile that was drawing over his evil face.

Chuckling, he sipped the drink in his hand, savoring the burning, fiery sensation it brought. “I’ll tell you that latter Zarbon. Your first order is to check on the Prince, then to take one of the others down to the labs. I want you to. . . Rough them up a bit, put them in the regain tank when you are done.”

“Yes, right away Lord Furiza.” Zarbon said, clicking off the intercom in his room. Putting the brush he had been using aside, he quickly braded his hair, tying it with a new piece of leather rope. He had no idea of what Lord Furiza wanted to do with Vegeta, but he knew that the little ass hole would get it for throwing up on him. If he didn’t take it out on the prince himself, he would get his chance to take it out on the Prince’s little freaky friends.

Running a hand through his downy soft hair, he smirked. Time to beat some frustrations out on an ugly Saiyan. Leaving his room in a hurry, he nearly ran over Jaisu.

“Hey watch it you big idiot!” Jaisu growled, backing into his friend Burder, “Why are you in such a good mood?”

“Can’t tell you,” Zarbon said shortly, rushing on his way down towards the lower decks of the ship where their little Saiyajin captives were being kept. Rounding a corner, he lost sight of the two other Genu’s. He didn’t ever say it, but he hated that freak Jaisu. He had never met an alien that mated outside their own race, but the little orange fella not only did it, but did it frequently and enjoyed it greatly. The bastard was probably swimming with diseases. He would have been able to tolerate the orange alien’s sexual appetites if it hadn’t been for the fact that Jaisu rather liked him and hit on him often enough to become annoying.

Shuddering, Zarbon boarded an elevator, pressing the button for the third basement deck. A whirr of machinery and a few seconds latter and Zarbon was stepping out into the uncommonly bright, but dirty, hallways of the slave’s and prisoner’s deck. Looking both ways, Zarbon turned left and towards the end of the hall.

There were no guards posted at their doors, but that was mostly because of the strength the walls and doors had. There was no one but Lord Furiza himself, that could even put a dent into the side of the reinforced Titanium walls. Typing the proper codes into the door, he stepped back and watched it hiss open.

Last night, that little Monkey boy had escaped from this cell when the idiot caretakers had opened the doors to feed the Prince. That mistake was not going to be repeated, if the Prince or the long haired bastard tried it, he would be all to happy to break their legs. In fact, he dared the little prince to try it. He’d show Vegeta what pain was.

The fact that the little monkey Prince had made it down three decks and into the Lord’s privet quarters had Zarbon angry enough to growl. Saiyans had no right to even look at his lord.

Unfortunately, the two Saiyans were asleep on the rickety rack, ruining any chance for him to take out his anger on a few escapees. They were both naked and the little Prince looked cold and uncomfortable. Growling, Zarbon hit the close button on the door and went down to the room that Napa was held in. “Saiyans are just fucking nasty,” Zarbon muttered to himself, trying to not picture the older man fucking the little Monkey Prince. On his planet child molester got castrated, but obviously the Saiyans held no such respect for their offspring from what he had seen in that last room.

Punching the code into the other door, he walked into the cramped room, smiling down at the rather surprised looking bald Saiyan. “You’re coming with me, my name is Zarbon by the way. You‘ll get to know me real soon I am afraid.” Zarbon said in a common dialect that most of the universe understood, wiggling a finger at the Saiyan he backed out of the doorway. He wasn’t going to turn his back on the creature, for all he knew, the bastard would attack him if he did.

Napa growled, climbing to his feet. There was a freaky grace to his bulky form that spoke of pure killer instinct. Zarbon wasn’t often afraid of the beasts they kept down here, but this one had his palms sweating. “Down to the medical wing, to make sure you are free from parasites or disease.” Zarbon added as almost a second thought, seeing anger flaring in those coal black eyes. Napa was easily a good two feet taller than Zarbon was and that sort of thing was intimidating.

“If that is the case, then tend to our Prince, he is sick. I am very much well and so is my mate.” Napa growled, his eyes sweeping over the body of the alien. He could smell fear from this freak and he knew he could take advantage of it if he could just find an aggressive movement that wouldn’t have the other warrior snapping into a fighting stance, but falling back enough through that door for Napa to escape. Judging by the alien’s slender, almost feminine body, the green freak could probably move very fast. An attack from Zarbon would be far too fast for Napa to stop.

“I saw nothing wrong with them, don’t argue with me!” Zarbon growled, his hand coming up to tug on his braid.

“Go look again then, you ass! He is running a fever, he has been throwing up. He is sick.” Napa snapped, his tail unwinding from around his waist to slash at the air behind him.

Surprised, Zarbon’s eyes snapped to the appendage. He had thought it were nothing more than a brown belt of sorts, he had never known it was a tail. Glowering back up at the bald man’s face, he growled, he was not going to argue with this idiot. Using his superior speed, he grabbed the Saiyan’s tail even more shocked when the tall man crumpled to the floor with a whimper of pain. A weak point.

“BASTARD,” Napa seethed, tears clouding his eyes.

“You’re coming with me,” Zarbon said, dragging the large mammal out by his tail. The screams of pain he got were better than anything he had ever heard; like music. Giving the appendage another yank, he shivered in delight.

Napa struggled to get his tail free from the painful grasp, but he was so weak with the pain that gushed through him. Feeling his mate’s sleepy shock, concern and fear filling his mind he whimpered, abandoning his struggles, using his strength to lie to his mate and tell him he was fine.

Zarbon sneered over his shoulder at Napa, stopping to punch the code for the medical bay into a transport pad. It looked like the huge beast had passed out from the pain. Good, good. Dragging Napa into the pod, he pushed the transmit button. The view of the dirty hallway beyond the door blurred out of sight, replaced by a clean white room.

Dragging Napa to the nearest steal table, Zarbon picked the heavy monkey up and placed him on the cold surface. The large Saiyan lay on his stomach looking so vulnerable. . . .

Running a slim hand over Napa’s limp tail, Zarbon smiled. “From this angle. . . “ He grabbed a nearby tool, one he was familiar with. Looking at it he began to pull off the Saiyan‘s baggy pants, bringing the cold sterile steal to a round globe of an ass cheek. “This won’t hurt at all.” He whispered in Napa’s ear, pressing a button he injected the drug that he had used many times on his training partners to wake them up after he had beaten them unconscious.

Almost at once, Napa began to rouse. Zarbon had his hand back on the furry appendage he was beginning to love. “On your hand and knees.” Zarbon growled, giving the tail a gentle tug that promised to get much worse if its owner didn’t comply.

Napa looked over his shoulder, eyes going wide. He moved far too slow for Zarbon’s liking and the tail got a sharper tug. Yelping, Napa scrambled to his hands and knees as he was told, his limbs trembling from the effort.

“You’re a cute little bitch, aren’t you? Is that long haired freak your boyfriend?” Zarbon asked, his thumb stroking the soft fur.

Napa growled, what was this word ‘boyfriend?’ The large Saiyan had never heard that word before in common tongue.

“If he is, the bastards lucky, you have a nice ass. I never noticed until I got you up on this table.” Zarbon purred, a nasty grin slipping onto his sharp features. “I bet you’re the bitch, hmmm. Does he fuck you good?”

Realizing what the alien was talking of, Napa cheeks heated up. What manner of business was it of his? He had no right to be asking such questions of an Elite warrior! “FUCK YOU,” He said slowly, glowering over his shoulder at the creature. He may not have spoken common very well, but he knew all the most offensive curse words in it. After all, he was a connoisseur of slang and cussing.

“Oh really?” Zarbon said, mock shock on his face, “I think you got that wrong monkey. . . It’s the other way around. Im going to fuck you. My gift to the prince for throwing up on me.”

Napa snarled, leaping off of the table only to have his tail yanked and his trip shortened.

“Where do you think you’re going? I‘m not done with your…sweet…hot ass yet. I‘m going to find out how great a fuck you are....”


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