Spiral

Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am making no profit from this work of fanfiction.

Warnings: Rated NC-17. This means if you are not 18 and older, you should not be reading this story, GO AWAY! As a matter of fact, if it were legal, I’d say no one under the age of 21, but that’s not how the system works.

I think it fair to warn everyone that this chapter is squick land. There will be some very offensive subjects such as:

Golden showers (urination or pee; I think I’ve seen places that called it water sports, don’t quote me on that though.)

Asphyxiation (choking)

and Scat, (that means stool, as in poop.).

Along with the more widely accepted BDSM (bondage [tied up], sadistic/masochism [I like giving pain/I like receiving pain]).

Implied Snuff, (people being killed during sex.)

NC (Non-consensual sex, more strongly known as rape.)

Language- excessively crude (at least by my standards) and offensive cuss words. Many of them being of the four letter variety, but some are longer.

And finally a yaoi lemon: men having sex with men (Otherwise known as sodomy). K/V

Now with all the warnings above, if you still choose to read this story, I don’t expect to see any flames. Curious or grossed out comments are totally to be expected though.

(A/N: I have had some of the best reviews for this story EVER. Thank you all for your observant and kind words!)

This was a tough one to write. I thank Chibi Vegeta for taking the time to beta it. A monumental task because of the content. Thank you Chibi Vegeta. *bows*



Chapter 3- The Best Laid Plans…


Vegeta slowly came awake, the sensation of something warm and wet running over his face. He sputtered fully alert, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. He tried to wipe his eyes with his hands, but memory returned immediately as razor sharp pain lanced through his arms by trying to do so.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” he heard Kakarott’s voice above him. He tried to peek through the liquid, catching a glimpse of Kakarott pulling his pants back over his hips before he had to close his eyes as he realized that what was urine had started to burn them. “You sadistic bastard!” He shouted as he tried to sit up.

“And that’s exactly why I am here, isn’t it Vegeta?” Kakarott asked, helping Vegeta sit up by tugging at his hair, as he kneeled down behind him. “You were enjoying me giving you pain. To the point I could smell your arousal, but you don’t just desire sex. You want it to hurt,” Kakarott said, “Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here. You could have found any one of hundreds with a cock that would be willing to fuck such a handsome being as you. You could have probably even have persuaded thousands of women on this planet to do you like you wanted to be done. Don a strap on and give it to you good: if it were that simple. However,” he continued, re-twisting the elbow he had done the same to earlier, chuckling as Vegeta winced, “I think there’s more to it.”

Vegeta hissed as Kakarott rubbed his shoulders. The one side, though tense, felt fine. The pain caused by the action on the other side made it impossible to relax into.

“You said something about letting me try. Willingly letting me try, to be more precise. Setting your self up as some sort of prize.” Kakarott dug his thumb into the back of Vegeta’s shoulder, causing Vegeta to yelp, “But if you knew I would so easily overwhelm you, why did you even fight? I know, the pain is part of it, but, while I was deciding on what was the best course of action to wake you up, I had a thought.” Kakarott kneed Vegeta in the spine, “Your pride wouldn’t let you just give up. You can’t just let go. You needed to be defeated, so you couldn’t think of this as giving in. Are you disgraced enough yet?” Kakarott asked. He pressed his knee harder into Vegeta’s spine and pulled back on his chin, forcing Vegeta’s eyes in his direction. “Do you feel humiliated enough to let me top you?”

Vegeta glared, “Fuck you,” he said, starting to gather energy to transform into a super sayian.

Kakarott added just the tiniest bit more pressure to Vegeta’s back before the prince could garner his power, and they both heard a faint snap. Vegeta gave a choked sob and Kakarott asked, “Do I need to break your spine? I can do it, if you think it’ll help.”

Vegeta tried to turn his eyes away, ashamed of his reaction to Kakarott’s showing of force, but the best he could do was close them. “Answer me, or I’ll just do it,” Kakarott hissed.

“Maybe,” Vegeta whispered.

“Maybe?” One of Kakarott’s eyebrows rose. He was learning a great deal about the man in front of him. ‘Goku’ had never seen this side of the prince before: he had hidden it very well. “Hmmm, that wasn’t an emphatic ‘no’, so I have to wonder why you think it’s a possibility.”

Vegeta wondered at all the conversation. Either the man was going to rape him, kill him or leave him wanting. “Don’t think you’ve broken me yet,” Vegeta stated. It was fucked up logic, and it was what had gotten him here in the first place. “That I’d just roll over and beg for it.”

Kakarott let his knee drop, and struck Vegeta in the sternum, breaking it. Vegeta wheezed as the breath was knocked out of him, and it felt as though fire burned his chest, “That’s going to be a problem though,” Kakarott said, as he reached up and tore one of the sleeves on Vegeta’s top off. Vegeta screamed, as his injuries were rough handled, satisfying agony spiking through his system. Kakarott did the same with the other before he spoke again, “See, we both know,” he said, as he bunched up one of the sleeves and shoved it into Vegeta’s panting mouth, “That you had given yourself a way out of this, so you’d never beg anyway.” Vegeta tossed his head, trying to dislodge the gag.

This wasn’t supposed to have happened. He’d never had his mouth blocked. He had thought for certain that Kakarott would want to hear obscenities and screaming: yes, even possibly begging. He’d based his plan solely upon past experience, and he was going to pay dearly for it. This wasn’t the past; this was the present, and now there was no back up plan for the ‘just in case’ if he could not get the gag out of his mouth.

“So I am just going to make sure I’ve taken that avenue away from you also.” Kakarott explained, as he pulled the other sleeve over Vegeta’s mouth and then tied it behind his victim’s head.

“There, now,” Kakarott said, taking a moment to inspect the knot, “You have no control over the situation. I’ll ask again: Do I need to break your spine?”

Vegeta’s eyes had gone wide, and he shook his head ‘no.’ This was no longer his fantasy where there was an easy way out if he found this wasn’t as appealing as he thought it would be. Egging the other sayian on would be simply moronic.

Kakarott stood up, patting Vegeta on the head in a patronizing sort of way, causing the prince to glare at him as he walked in front of Vegeta.

Kakarott wasn’t really affected by the glare, but it still showed Vegeta had too much spunk left in him. He stretched down and backhanded the smaller one, bringing his hand back the other way to slap at his bruised and swollen cheek. “Now, where was I? Ah yes,” he said. He lowered his pants over his hips. He took his member out and started urinating on Vegeta again.

Vegeta tried to dodge the stream, ended up falling to his back, and shoving himself away with his feet. Kakarott reached down and grabbed one flailing ankle before Vegeta was out of his range. He twisted it, hearing a satisfying ‘crack’, and watched as Vegeta threw the back of his head into the ground. “That’s such a lovely sound,” Kakarott commented, he gripped the damaged foot by the boot’s toes and started rotating it around. Tears of pain formed in Vegeta’s eyes, and he breathed heavily through his nose. “Now, you’re not going to try to get away again, are you? I’ll just have to damage the other leg in some fashion.”

Vegeta shook his head, eyes closed, wishing Kakarott would stop playing with his damaged foot. Yet the pain was so pleasingly familiar… He didn’t even have control over his own actions for fuck’s sake.

“Good,” Kakarott said, letting Vegeta’s leg drop to the ground. He could hear the muffled scream of pain come through the make shift gag, “Now, I found some rather… interesting things while digging in your pack, Tease.”

Vegeta hardly heard the degrading term as he tried to regain some semblance of self-control. “All of this seemingly crucial pain, and yet you packed some lube for the little camping trip?” Kakarott came back, holding out the oddity.

Vegeta blushed, and looked away. Kakarott kicked him in the hip in order to regain his attention. “Of course, so many questions come to mind, but I think I’ll only waste time on a couple. This is for my comfort, not yours, is that correct?” Vegeta didn’t look him in the eye, but nodded anyways, “And who would have taught you such a demented sense of reasoning?”

Vegeta shuddered, but was thankful for the gag that made it impossible to answer such an indirect question.

He turned his attention back as he heard the ‘thud’ of Kakarott’s weighted boots hit the ground, and watched as the man slicked himself generously. He swallowed hard at the sight of the man standing with his back to the setting sun, knowing how wrong it was to be turned on by such a display at a time like this.

Kakarott bent down, and lifted the smaller sayian’s good leg, and Vegeta flinched, dreading that it was time for that leg to be dealt with. Instead, Kakarott started taking off his boot. This one landed next to Kakarott’s own, and the third class beast reached for the damaged foot. Then he knew why Kakarott hadn’t bothered maiming his other leg: his foot had already swollen to the point it wasn’t going to come out of the boot in any way resembling ease. He screamed into his gag again, but tried to keep his movements to a bare minimum, knowing it would just make matters worse as Kakarott pulled and tugged at the article, trying to get it off.

“Well, Vegeta,” Kakarott said after a bit more tugging, “I think we are just going to have to find another way,” he used the leg he had hold of in order to flip Vegeta onto his stomach.

Vegeta nearly passed out from the combined sensations of his broken ankle being twisted and the damaged elbow being thrown underneath his body. His broken sternum was pulled further apart. “Ah, ah,” Kakarott warned, pinching Vegeta’s ass, “Stay awake, we’re almost to the good part.” He pulled the material away from Vegeta’s body with the tiny grip he had on it, and started ripping it away in strips. He slapped Vegeta’s buttocks and said, “Bring your knees up.”

Vegeta was slow to respond as he tried to force his body to function in ways it didn’t care to. He was going to get what he had stupidly been hoping for, regardless of whether or not he minded. He really was to the point where he couldn’t stop things. He whimpered as he drew his damaged leg forward. Kakarott scooted behind him, running the head of his cock over Vegeta’s opening, “How’d ‘they’ give it you? Rough? Slow?” Kakarott asked, as though he was awfully concerned he was living up to Vegeta’s expectations.

Vegeta didn’t care to get into something so complicated. He’d been ‘given’ it many possible ways, so he just shrugged his good shoulder.

Kakarott growled and slammed himself into his masochistic prey. “Gods, I wish I could take that gag out of your mouth so I could hear you scream,” he commented as he rammed himself forward again.

Vegeta was screaming. Stark reality collided with his dark past. He tried to keep his eyes open in a vain attempt at keeping the present in focus, but they kept flinching shut every time Kakarott pushed forward and their combined weight crushed his injured shoulder into the ground. His already bruised cheek was torn open from the friction along the dirt. Bits of rock and sand felt as though they were being imbedded in the bone.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Kakarott said as he moved forward again. “Frankly ‘Goku’ isn’t freaked out at such a possibility of having sex with another male, if you had wanted it easy, he may have been able to help you. But damn, if I had my choice, we’d be doing it this way all the time,” he grunted as he pulled back. Vegeta was slightly surprised by this confession. He hadn’t ever desired sex with Goku. The simpleton certainly wouldn’t have been able to create the same sort of ambiance Kakarott had.

Kakarott rocked himself deeper into Vegeta again then reached down to grip the prince by his throat, and lifted the other’s torso off of the ground. “I think I have a good idea who might have done such nasty things to you.” Kakarott whispered in his ear, slowing his pace just a bit. He reached around the front of the smaller sayian. He tore what was left of Vegeta’s pants, reached in and started stroking him. “I have to think you like it better coming from another ‘monkey’ than that cold blood reptile any day. Is that right?”

Vegeta refused to answer, jerking his ear away from the other’s mouth. That comment was personal. This wasn’t supposed to be about getting personal. Why was the other insisting on playing psychologist?

Kakarott bit at Vegeta’s earlobe, viciously drawing the other’s head back to where he wanted it. He thrust harder into him. “No sense running away. Besides the obvious reason that you can’t, the lizard is dead, and I am right here; where you need me to be.”

“Asshole,” Vegeta yelled into the gag. Of course, the word was lost in the fabric.

“Did he ask you to do dirty things for him?” Kakarott continued to ask along the same line of questioning, even though he hadn’t received a definite answer. He licked up Vegeta’s neck as he began to stroke the other faster. “Like ‘cum for me baby’?”

Vegeta started to thrash, his ‘comfort zone’ deteriorated beyond even what he could handle. Kakarott wasn’t supposed to have done any ‘soul’ searching in his delusions. It was a murky and fetid place he had no wish for someone else to be exposing. Just the pain, humility, a good fucking and hopefully a complete climax had all he had been after.

Kakarott gripped at Vegeta’s throat a little tighter, as he continued picking up the pace with his other hand, “I know, ‘Cum for me monkey’,” he whispered seductively in Vegeta’s ear.

Vegeta screamed in fury and surprise, throwing back his head at his own conditioned response, his seed shooting wildly into the earth below him.

“Oh Fuck, Vegeta!” Kakarott hissed, slamming deeper inside the other, thrilled beyond reason at Vegeta’s eccentric reaction.

He began pumping himself inside the other recklessly, his head pulled back for balance as he began to clutched Vegeta’s throat even tighter, bringing his second, cum-coated hand up to help, “Did he punish you if you climaxed before he did?” Kakarott shouted, not really caring about the answer.

Vegeta struggled violently, memories of having that horrible white tail wrapped around his neck, strangling him. Kakarott just laughed, loving the extra vibrations of having Vegeta’s body contort in his effort to escape.

Again and again, Vegeta tried to get his arms up to pull the other’s hands away from his throat, but they refused to respond. His one elbow wouldn’t bend at all, and the other elbow, although it could lever, didn’t help much when his shoulder refused to cooperate, and even if it had, his hand would be useless against the two healthy ones that had hold of him. He frantically tried to think of some way he could get a ki blast off at Kakarott, but the energy leys* in his arms had been disrupted by his injuries.

He tried to get his one good leg into the fray, but Kakarott squeezed his legs together, pinning it down effortlessly, and causing the extra side effect of crushing his broken ankle. Vegeta was beginning to loose consciousness. He felt his body start to spasm as it tried to force him to get air into his lungs, but it was impossible. He thought about using a ki blast from his mouth, but without being in his Oorazu form, he knew he would blow his own head off. He’d survived worse than this; he wasn’t about to commit suicide over something so trivial.

“Don’t pass out on me you useless bitch!” Kakarott said, enjoying the spasms rolling through Vegeta’s body at that point.

Kakarott screamed in disappointment as Vegeta’s body went totally limp. “You bastard! I was so fucking close.” He pulled out of Vegeta and threw the body onto its back. He began stroking himself harshly as he ripped the shirt the rest of the way, exposing Vegeta’s unmoving chest.

He screamed in rage when he finally did finish and wiped his dirtied hand over Vegeta’s blooded and torn face. He panted for a moment, glaring at the other’s body. Then he got up and kicked at it, and stomped into the stomach one more time, before going over to where the packs had been hidden, and de-capsulized some foodstuffs and water jugs.

He rinsed himself off, and drank what was left of the liquid. He ate everything he found that was edible. He even ate the uncooked beans he found in a pouch. He kicked dust over the one that fell to the ground as he poured the others into his hand and ate them like candy. He had had no idea how much fuel it took to keep his body sustained in this ‘legendary’ state for so long.

Once he was clean and had a meal, Kakarott had no real reason to stay in the area, but then, he did not really feel the need to move off either. He walked over to Vegeta’s prone form, and spat at it, before going back to the packs clicking the rest of the capsules open one after another until he found the one with the sleeping rolls Vegeta had so thoughtfully tucked away.

He’d sleep the night through and burn Vegeta’s worthless corpse in the morning. Flaring that much ki this time of night would draw the attention of many of the Z fighters.

~o0o~

*A/N- Leys, pronounced "lays" are thought to be patterns of invisible tracks or lines having a complex power in the ground.

Just a fanfiction author’s theory why sayians are able to manipulate ki. An example of disrupted leys in the actual series is Gohan using a one handed Kamehameha against Cell when his arm was broken.