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Prince, Tear Me Apart	By : olliesensei Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon ball Z nor the works of Toei Animation. I make no profit nor do I own the characters. This is all for my pleasure-- and yours.

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"Where did he run off to?" The blunette whispered nervously rapped her foot on the tiled floor in the kitchen, looking out the many windows. Trunks looked up curiously at his mother. The sky turning an odd orange color signaled the celebration has to come to a conclusion. The Z-fighters, with the exception of Goku and Goten who bid them farewell, left to fly back to their homes. Chi-chi swung open her door, stepping inside and glanced at her longtime friend, instantly noting what was upsetting her.
"Oh stop worrying, Bulma, Vegeta can take care of himself," she huffed obviously having scorn for the prince ever since she met him.
"He usually comes back by now,"
"Hah, you give him an inch and he takes a mile. You need to more control over that monster," Chi-chi made sure to utter the last word so that the purple-haired boy would not hear and then yelled behind her back before Bulma could possibly defend Vegeta. Or was she insulting me? "Goku! What did I tell you about keeping Goten pass his bedtime!"
"A-ah, sorry Chi," The Super Saiyan apologized sheepily, putting his right arm behind his head and scratching the back of his spikey head. He ushered his son up their stairs and out of sight. Trunks tugged on Bulma's skirt, swinging her out of her reverie.
"Can I sleep over? Can I?" Trunks' wide eyes begged. His mother, mentally exhausted, asked Chi-chi silently with a tilt of her head.
"It's bedtime you, so go and get ready for bed. No playing around, mister," Chi-chi directed towards Trunks with a flick of her pointer finger in his face, accentuating every word. He nodded vigorously and ran upstairs with a giggle. He wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. She twirled towards Bulma, "And you need some rest. Go home and stop worrying; he's a big boy and can take care of himself," Chi-chi, feeling as if she gave her best advice, held her head high and stalked towards the stairs, heading up.
However, this left Bulma feeling much worse. She glanced out the windows again and darkness stared back at her. Something bad could have happened. Bulma groaned inwardly.
"Hey Bulma, are you staying the night too?" Goku appeared and opened the refridgerator, hungry again even from a day of feasting.
"Oh. no, no I was just leaving," she stayed in place, watching the saiyan bite into an enlarged, cold chicken leg. Bulma wrassled in her mind what she should do. Where would she look first ? The training ground, but it didn't seem plausible that she should go looking for Vegeta at this time of night. What if he wasn't in trouble, just wanted to get away from them? Bulma mechanically grabbed her fashion purse.
"What's wrong, Bulma? You don't look too good," Nice observation.
"I'm just tired, Goku, really," She made her way to the door.
"Hey Bulma," This made Bulma freeze, hand on the door knob. Goku's voice held no careless, goofy undertone like usual. "You're worried about Vegeta, aren't you." She stayed turned away, but her heart hummed loudly, because she came up with a wonderful idea.
"Goku! Can you go check on him? Please, for me? He usually trains over where you and him met for the first time. Don't talk to him! Just see if he's alright. Gosh, I feel like something--" She trailed off, remembering that Chi-chi could be listening in on their conversation and would surely ruin any plan of hers. She was surprised when she felt a heavy, reassuring hand on her shoulder and pulled her into a friendly hug.
"Sure thing, Bulma," His carefree air was back and she could tell without looking back at him, that he instant transmissioned, gone. She sighed with relief, visibly relaxing her tense shoulders.
"That was easier than I expected. Thank you, Goku," She threw out a blue and white pill, which mutated and transformed into her hover car. Bulma felt much better.

Shit. His head felt like an explosion had detonated inside, splattering his brain matter. Vegeta groaned, his head lulling to the side as if bearing an unnatural weight. What happened? He wanted to rub the ache from his neck away, but found out quickly enough that he couldn't. His hands were raised above his head, entrapped in cold, thick steel chains. Ki-restraints. On instinct, his alertness revved on high, quickly noting the stiff material on his back. A bed. A Poor Quality one. The saiyan tried moving his legs, relieved that they retained their freedom. Vegeta ignored the hammer at his head and opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings. The walls, which was made of white bricks were devoid of any wall art or paintings. It smelled like cleaning chemicals. His eyes landed on the backs of three individuals. Those fuckers.
"Oh, I see our Prince has awaken from his magical slumber," the one who Vegeta remembered as Decke, pointed out and snickered. Already, Vegeta spoiled for another fight with him and this time, he reassured himself, he will be the victor. But right now, he was at a disadvantage so he opted to stay silent and just glare.
"Not very talkative now, are ya!" the other taunted, a sickily smile spread across his face.
"Leave him be," Karce had spoken. Getting annoyed at his companion's antics. Vegeta realizes that they had different attire, now sporting much pristine armor; it resembled what he wore in Vegetasei, but these had broad, sprouting shoulder pads and looked unattractively bulky. The leader stood a few paces away from the bed.
"Where am I?" Vegeta chanced, making sure his voice was even. That it portrayed a false sense of control.
"It's not much for someone of your--- stature of course, but this will do for now," Karce indicated to the room then turned towards a levitating storage capsule and took out what looked like a 3 inch metallic bullet.
"Where am I?" He was getting tired too quickly for these childish games. A click reached his ears and he spotted Karce with a switchblade, "What are you doing?"
"Restrain his legs," Fuck this. Vegeta began to kick out at Decke and Gertol, who came from afar. Frustrated noises escaped his clenched teeth as his leverage was little to none, due to his hands being restrained. Gertol caught Vegeta's left leg and secured it with ki to the bottom bed post. Quickly after, Decke did the same to the other. Karce, taking a second to rake his eyes down Vegeta's form, leaned over and slowly began to tear away the lower half of his blue spandex. Making deft movements with the flick of the blade, Vegeta's bottom half was exposed, showing off his limp length.
Heat flew up Vegeta's face as he struggled and tried to block the view. Tried to reign in his shock. It didn't help that the assailants's gaze did not waver from his body. Karce was the first to move, picking up the metallic bullet and touching the top, making it blink red and began to vibrate. He trialed the bullet up the saiyan's inner leg, which earned him a buck from the Prince trying to still get away. Once it reached the virgin, puckered entrance- Vegeta stilled, realization dawning on him.
"Don't,"
A scream pierced the pregnant air, as the vibrator forced its way in without preparation. Vegeta's back arched as far as it could with the restraints, halfheartedly twisted away. He felt a stray tear roll down his cheek. The bullet continued further and Karce's fingers were guiding it to a bundle of nerves that were hidden until now. A rugged groan tore from Vegeta's throat and his phallus jerked with the stimulation. Beads of small perspiration on the goons' leader held a telltale sign that Vegeta's cries were affecting him. Decke and Gertol exchanged looks at each other at the intense sense, clinching and releasing their fists- wanting to get in on the action but knows when to not interfere; this was a required task.
"S-stop," Vegeta wanted to yell but instead, it came out as a mere whisper. The worn out prince dully felt fingers withdrawing, but the buzzing persisted, stayed inside him. Karce stared at his hand which was coated in fluids and blood, transfixed; before he could flicked out his tongue to taste he stalked to the nearby sink that was conveniently placed and washed off his hands. He dragged his hand through his discheveled hair, making it neat again. The door creaked open which brought all three of them to an erect stance, away from the bed where Vegeta lay, writhing.
"Where is he? Where is my prize" Feet as white as the walls around him, stopped in the center of the room. All heads bowed in required reverence; its head, however, was trained on the moaning saiyan. A long, purple tongue subconsciously darted out.
"Lord Frieza"

A/N: I hope I made it interesting. Was fun to write though. Drop a review if you like, Thanks for reading! By the way, I don't have a BETA so if you see spelling errors, excuse me o:
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