Pleasure Slave

Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ chara’s, the Renkyans are a creation of littlesaru, Rayku, Jainu and some alien populations are mine.
Warnings: NC 17 – hard yaoi, hard lemon and abuse, slavery, c


Pleasure slave

Part 4


Vegeta and Goku still didn’t have any explanation for this strange dream pattern Vegeta was having. It seemed to be like two parallel worlds: the Vegeta and Goku world and the Vegeta in Frieza’s harem world. But in the same way the Vegeta in the harem became resolved to his situation, the other Vegeta became resolved to his weird dreams. Snuggled and cuddled against the warm body of his mate he dove into the world of his strange dreams.


Vegeta had lived now in the Harem for nearly a year. He had followed the mission assigned to his fellow Saiyans thru the computer reports, and knew they were about to return. But he also followed the details of every mission happening in within Frieza’s realm. He knew about the riots on different planets, he searched thru details of reports on the various skirmishes along the boarders of the Cold Empire. Vegeta was primarily a warrior with an instinctive touch for strategic choices. So he noticed that some instructions given by Frieza’s warlords were definitely wrong. Strategically wrong.

The Master to Slave relationship of Frieza to Vegeta had also stabilized. Vegeta had gotten used to the daily sessions he had to go through in Frieza’s bedroom. Sometimes, after Frieza had taken him and enjoyed the administration of his slave, Frieza allowed him to lie down beside him on the large bed, stroking his tail and his back like a pet. On one of these peaceful occasions Vegeta took all his courage and asked Frieza a question.

“My Lord, may I be allowed to speak?”

“Speak, Vegeta, what do you want to tell me?”

“I am honoured to pleasure you, my Lord. And I am honoured to receive pleasure of you, my Lord.”

Vegeta had learned the ways to speak to his master. He wouldn’t anger his master in going straight ahead if Frieza wasn’t in the mood to speak to him.

“I know, Vegeta. You are doing very well now. You haven’t disappointed me. But surely this isn’t what you really wanted to tell me.”

“No, my Lord.”

“So go ahead, Vegeta, what do you want to tell me?”

Frieza’s hands were roaming over Vegeta’s body, petting his groin and the limp cock, sliding down the thighs and wriggling two clawed fingers into the tight heat. But Vegeta was used to this teasing and began his question.

“I watched the reports of the riots on planet Frieza B45, in sector NY Epsilon 4. The decision to send Miobian troops there was not so useful. The natives of that planet are too strong for Miobians. A squad of Rekarians would have done a better job without so many losses.”

“You want to give me some advice, little Vegeta?” Frieza snarled.

“I would never dare to question your decisions, my lord! But I know that you weren’t giving these orders, your warlords did, and they may make some mistake.” Vegeta said, eyeing Frieza warily.

“I’ll consider what you said, Vegeta, but now let’s get back to more pleasurable things.”

And Vegeta felt himself entered and pounded by his master once more this night until he screamed his climax, and his master’s seed flooded his guts. But even then he was not allowed to go back to his room. He had to stay with Frieza for the whole night, sleeping against his master like a pet.

The next day Vegeta observed on the monitor screen that there were some changes in the assignments for Frieza B45. He smirked contentedly; he had won a small victory for himself for the first time in a long period. Vegeta went on observing assignments, and the results of different missions, commenting on them to Frieza. Slowly he began to observe that Frieza appreciated his advice. Vegeta knew that the only way to get out of the harem was at the command of Frieza himself. Ki-restrained as he was, he had to rely on his strategic abilities, and mental skills, to get out of this prison. He had seen the reports showing that Radditz and Nappa had returned from their mission, and were looking for him. They had been told that Vegeta was on some special secret mission for Frieza, and nobody knew when he would come back.

“O God, its best they don’t know where I actually am. I could never cope with that shame,” Vegeta mumbled to himself.

Vegeta had acknowledged that he had to convince Frieza of his loyalty, and that he would be of better use to Frieza’s realm if he were outside the Harem. So he was waiting for an appropriate opportunity to show his potential to Frieza.

And the occasion he had been looking for, showed up one lucky day.

There had been a severe riot on a planet riding the edge of Frieza’s realm. The natives were quite strong, and were fighting Frieza’s troops with great success. Several squads had been sent to settle the matter, but they were all but annihilated. Vegeta saw his chance, and that night he spoke to Frieza.

“My Lord, there is still great trouble on Frieza Alpha Centauri C3. Maybe there is an easier solution to this.”

“You make me curious, Vegeta.”

“Well, the planet has a moon, if you were to send a squad of Saiyans there, it would take only a few hours to settle the matter.”

“I don’t think your two Saiyans would be able to settle this situation.”

“Let me serve you, my Lord. Let me go with my men, and end this trouble for you, my Lord.”

Vegeta threw himself submissively at Frieza’s feet, waiting for his decision. For a moment, Frieza was silent.

“Vegeta, you know the rules of the harem. Once a person is part of it, he will never leave.”

“My Lord, you made the rules, you may do whatever you want.”

“Well, you are right, Vegeta. But if you leave the harem, you may talk.”

“My Lord, Frieza! No one knew I was in the harem, but you, the guests, the medics and my companions in the Harem. I am supposed to be on a secret mission. So, if I come back, I would not be allowed to reveal whatever mission I did for the last year due to military secrecy. As to my real assignment, I have no interest in revealing to anybody my actual state.”

“I have to think about this, Vegeta.” Replied Frieza, quietly.

“My Lord, in the older days on Vejiitasei, there were many eunuchs in high political positions. They were known for their faithfulness to the king. Through my scouter you would have records of my every move, and word, and you even could activate the ki-restraints on my body which belongs only to you.”

Vegeta smiled submissively and licked his master’s toes like a faithful pet. He hated himself for his weakness, and for needing to do this. But he was completely aware that he had no other chance to get out of this. He had to convince Frieza to let him out again.

Frieza was thinking while Vegeta was sucking him. In some ways he had begun to approve of Vegeta. It was a pity to let Vegeta’s fighting potential whither in the Harem, when it was needed outside. On the other hand, being a eunuch and having the ki-restraints on his body, Vegeta would always come back at Frieza’s merest command. Also, due to the special chemistry of his seed present in Vegeta’s body, he wouldn’t even be able to turn against his master. Vegeta ‘s pride would prevent from telling anyone outside the Harem that he had been a companion there, as well as having been castrated, so that point of the matter was quite safe. Frieza was willing to give into this experience.

“Well, Vegeta, I shall give you a chance. You may leave the Harem, and go on this assignment. On whether you will return to the Harem, or stay a warrior in my service will be decided upon your return.”

“I will not disappoint you, my Lord,” Vegeta said humbly, holding his rear upwards for another pounding session. Mentally he sighed in relief, he had succeeded! Tomorrow he would get out of this prison, a prison no one had ever managed to escape!

The next morning he dressed in a body suit, gloves and boots, and made his farewells to his Harem companions. Then he kissed Rayku goodbye, whispering in his ears words only Rayku could hear.

“If I succeed, I’ll return to get you out, one day. I promise.”

“Come along, Vegeta,” Frieza ordered and passed through the door of the Harem with Vegeta. He was out of Hell; he was back in the World. He won. Vegeta felt utterly happy that he had a new chance for living a worthy life again.

Frieza hailed him to the throne, where he picked up some device he held to the collar Vegeta wore, and it snapped open. Frieza removed the ki-restraint, but Vegeta knew that there still was one left, on another part of his body.

“Now go to your assignment, Vegeta and don’t disappoint me,” Frieza said and dismissed him.

Vegeta left the room and wandered along the hallways of the spaceship. Over a year he had lived here, so close and yet so far from others. He sighed a few times heavily, and headed to the section of the ship where his men were living.

He entered without knocking on the door.

“Nappa, Radditz, get up! We are leaving in one hour. Get your armour and your equipment ready. Our Mission’s duration is about one year.”

“Vegeta, you’ve returned,” they stammered in disbelief.

“Am I supposed to be some kind of ghost!? Of course I am back! Now get ready!” he ordered in his usual harsh tone. There was nothing left of the submissiveness his voice had held for over a year. Vegeta was back, and he had won the first battle on his way towards getting revenge.

The Saiyans left in their pods for the mission they would successfully complete. Vegeta then returned to Frieza, and was rewarded with a pleasure giving session by his master. Frieza was satisfied with the job his special slave did for him, and let him go on missions like the other warriors. But each time he was on board the ship, he had to report to Frieza’s quarters during the night time. Nobody knew what happened then. And Vegeta was not about to tell any one of it. He avoided letting any one see him naked, and some people remarked about his shyness, snickering about the Shy Prince. Even after sparring sessions he would no longer shower with the others, but went to his room and took a shower in his own bathroom.

Radditz and Nappa knew that the prince always had been a bit special about nudity, so they were not alarmed at his behavior. Time was passed on, and soon it was years since his stay in the harem, but still Vegeta waited for his opportunity to get his revenge.


Every morning, before having breakfast, cuddled to the hot body of his mate, Vegeta gave a report of the dreams of the previous night. Goku felt they sounded like a story that had been told to Vegeta, but the reason for them still eluded the two. And they patiently waited for a showdown.


During one rather difficult assignment, Vegeta sighed, muttering that it would surely be better having a fourth Saiyajin with them, when he suddenly heard Radditz speak up.

“Mmm, maybe there is another living Saiyajin. I am not sure, but there is a possibility...”

“What!” Vegeta screamed. “There might be another living Saiyajin, and you only tell me now, after all these years!”

“Well, shortly before the destruction of our Home World, my baby-brother had been sent off planet on a purging mission to a planet called Chikyuu. Since as far as I know he was never retrieved, it may be that he is still there.” Radditz replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“Radditz,” Vegeta snarled, “you will go and fetch your brother to me at once!”

So Radditz left and headed for Chikyuu. And Vegeta and Nappa witnessed his defeat and death, together with his brother’s on their scouter. But just before he died, Vegeta heard the Chikyuu-jins mention things called Dragonballs, which could fulfil wishes and even bring dead people back to life. This was what Vegeta had been looking for. He needed these Dragonballs. He needed to restore his body, get the strength in order to defeat Frieza, and these Dragonballs would help him do it! So he headed to earth with Nappa, in order to gather the Dragonballs for his wishes.


In the morning when Vegeta woke up after this dreaming session, he felt something oddly familiar about this dream. And suddenly he realized why it was familiar, and turned to his mate with a deep sigh.

“Kakarott, I now know what all these dreams are about. It is my own past, Kakarott, a period of my life I wanted to forget forever.”

“You’re kidding, Koi,” Goku said and affectionately petted the mating jewels of his mate. “I definitely can witness that you are no eunuch,” he said with a sly grin.

“Well, I must confess something to you, koishii. These are not the originals; they are some kind of duplicates. “Vegeta replied flushing dark crimson. “They are actually Shenlong’s work.”

“You mean..?”

“Yes, after you defeated Frieza on Namek, and the complete destruction of the tyrant by Future Trunks, I gathered the Dragonballs and made my wishes. My first wish was that my body should be restored in the way it was before I was prepared for Frieza’s harem. My second wish was that I would have that period of my life removed from my memory. But Shenlong told me, if he removed it completely, he would also remove everything from my past memories. However, I did not wish to forget of all of my memories. I wanted to remember Vejiitasei, and my people. So Shenlong told me that he could sink these memories very deep into my subconscious, but that one day they would return. He said by then I should be able to deal with them. With my third wish Shenlong gave immortality, to you and me, but only from the day onwards we would mate.”

“But, we weren’t together yet! Why did you want me to be immortal?”

“I loved you from the very first moment I laid eyes on you. I felt attracted to you more than any other, and at the time I hoped that some day, maybe you would respond to my courting. As you have, Koi.”

“Vegeta, my love, you are the most wonderful being in the entire universe,” Goku nuzzled into his lover’s upflaming mop, kissing his neck, and the wide shoulders. He continued all the way down the body of his lithe mate, tasting the soft balls, sucking the cock and creating tearing moans of pleasure out of his love. He made love to his prince with intensity as they never had before. They climaxed in twin screams shattering the windows of their bedroom in the small cabin in the woods and renewing their bond for eternity.

“Rayku,” Vegeta whispered softly.

“Mhmm?” Goku blinked sleepily.

“I promised him to get him out of there one day.”

“Well, then let’s take the spaceship and look for him tomorrow, Koishii.”

And the two immortal saiyan lovers happily drifted to a dreamless sleep.