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Much Like Suffocating

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WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:

A.      
If I owned the show (DBZ), 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.)

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.) Also (warnings I’ve never used before!
Gasp): bondage, shady professions, and
graphic descriptions. (Hopefully
graphic anywho.) Also, dirty language
doubtlessly.

C.      
As always I strive to keep folk in character even when they are not
‘themselves’ in the canon-sense. If
you’re reading this and you’re like they are so not in character, give it a
chappie or two and see if you still think that.

I tried very hard not to write this. I batted it down and tried to starve the
bunny (the plot bunny) until it went away.
And you see how far that got me.

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Getting back to the hotel
was more difficult this time.
Complicated because he stopped to empty his stomach more than once. Felt everything in his whole body churning
in a maelstrom of defiance, familiarity and just sickness. Had spent the better part of the whole day
with the Prince. (Freiza, disgusting
thing though it was, had been right about the Prince’s endurance.) He had kept his hand away from Vegeta’s
mouth for a while, had watched him get closer and closer to that furious
backlash of pain and denial, and just before that could happen, he had to
relent. Allowed the Prince to punch the
drug until he was murmuring in sleepy contentment from it. Watched him do it even as he rode out the
thrusts. Had not allowed Vegeta to take
him inside his body, but let the Prince do whatever wanted with him. Because he didn’t think he would ever be
able to forgive himself for anything more.

Finally
got the hotel, had to crawl up the stairs, and Krillin opened the door when he
tapped on it. Yanked him inside the
room and said: “Sheesh, Goku, you look
like it was such a hassle to have sex for the whole day.” Helped him take the lens out of his eyes,
remove the ‘regal’ type clothes. Left
him sitting there in just a pair of under shorts, and he clawed at his hair,
felt some sense of normalcy returning to him.
Something that made his head spin and his body ache, but he was used to
it. Remembered back, remembered before
his father saved him, that his body had been conditioned perfectly to whatever
had been done to it. Had gladly
accepted every invasion and every debauchery with a grin and a ‘could I have
some more please?’

“Oh,
shut up, Krillin,” he said, but said it lightly enough that it wasn’t taken too
seriously. “Do you have that healing
salve?” Looked at his hands. Found them to be remarkably steady. And figured that it had taken him a good
hour just to get back here, his hands had probably stopped shaking there.

“Right
here, buddy. Where do you need it?”

“I
think you should just let me do it,” he said.
Reached for the small jar of it, and found that Krillin was giving him a
frown. (Apparently posing as a servant
was just a bit too comfortable for him; and Goku thought his friend would have
been a bit more of a bitch about it.)

“Look,
Goku, I’m supposed to take care of you, so why don’t you just let me…”

“You’re
not going to want to.” He said. Smirked
in vague amusement. Waited to see if
Krillin was going to catch on or if he was going to have to make him blush and
sputter.

“Puh-leeze,
Goku. I’m a grown-up… anywhere
you…” He stopped. Looked at Goku, finally appeared to have
realized that except the naughty parts, there wasn’t much of Goku’s body that
wasn’t showing and thus if he had some sort of injury in need of the salve it
would have been visible. Which meant
(Goku was amazed how slow Krillin could be sometime) that wherever the salve
was needed, Krillin could not see it.
“Right. Here you go.” Cue the bright red blush, and his short
friend turned around, grabbed the cloak and squeaked out a: “I’ll be outside
the door… Just… Uh…
Let me know when you’ve… You
know… Finished.” Disappeared as fast as his short legs could
carry him.

Idiot.

Goku
sighed. Climbed onto the bed—figured
this whole procedure would be easiest there—and stripped off his shorts. Opened the jar of the healing balm. (Which healed almost any injury in less than
five hours.) Ran his fingers through
it. Just two. Spread his legs and pulled his knees up as far as they would
go. (Training from Freiza’s employment
yet again.) Then spread the balm around
the sore entrance. Hissed unpleasantly,
and pushed his fingers into himself.
Bit the insides of his cheek and spread the cool salve around inside of
himself. Thought that if this was
anyone but the Prince he would have been a trifle more pissed off about
it. But it was the Prince, and it
wasn’t as if this was the first he’ he’d been sore like this before.

Wouldn’t
be the last, he wagered.

He
wiped his fingers clean on the shorts that he had taken off. (Figured if he ‘double dipped’ his fingers
into the salve Krillin might kill him and then they would have to go through
this elaborate sham again with someone else.)
Repeated the process once more and was satisfied that he would be
fine. Closed the little jar up. Wiped it off—just for good measure—and
tossed the shorts in the trash. Picked
up his pants and pulled them on.

“Alright,”
he said to the door, “You can come back now.”
Felt a bit more than foolish about the whole ‘speak not the action you
have just committed’ thing. But
respected that Krillin wasn’t a naturally perverted person (or he was a
naturally perverted person and he liked to hide it.)

“So,”
Krillin said, breezing in like he had just gotten back from something and
whatever had happened previous to this had in fact, not happened. “What did you find out?”

That
the Prince has an extreme endurance.
“The device is in his mouth. In
the back of his mouth. One of his teeth
was pulled and they put it in the empty place.”

“Huh. That’s pretty inventive.”

He
stared at Krillin for a moment, watched the short one look sheepish about what
he just said and then he chuckled.
“Uh… Well, it is inventive,
Goku. Cruel and bad and all that. But I mean, would you have looked for it
there?”

He
rolled his eyes. Decided it was best if
he didn’t go down that road with Krillin.
Yes, his friend was probably the best one for this partic job job, but
that did not mean that he was exceptionally pleased that he was stuck with him
in this situation when his outlook was ‘that’s inventive.’ “Freiza asked today if I wanted someone
extra. So… I guess that gives us a set up for tomorrow.” He closed his eyes and thought with a
shudder that he had to go to to the maggot’s house again tomorrow.

“How
good of a set-up. I mean, do you think
he’s just going to let you waltz in there with whoever and do whatever you
want?”

“Enough
money will get you everything you want.
Freiza isn’t that fond of servicing women with his prized favorites, but
he’s willing to if you give him things he’s never seen before.”

The
Royal General—his high and pain in the ass asshole-ness—Bardock had kindly
contacted her and so very kindly asked: “You are going to help me.” With such eloquent speech she could only say
“Fuck you buddy, learn how to ask.”
But, then, she figured that was not the kindest thing she could have
said. Didn’t care. Hung up on his ass and was resolute to
ignore him until he called her back that very same day.

“Look,
Bulma, you owe me.”

Jerk. Bringing up things like that when she was
happily happy with ignoring the fact that he had spared her entire race from
untimely distinction by pointing out to the Saiyan Prince that their two
species were highly compatible. For
one, they both had tails. For another,
they were both stronger than the average bear, and they were both interested in
survival in a world that was quickly being overcome with icejin bastards.

“Fine,”
she said to him, “Just what is it you expect me to do?” And that was how she ended up on Freiza’s
planet—no kidding, the planet was named Freiza’s planet—standing outside a
hotel room door that had a rusty number 7 on it. Waiting for the dorky Prince and the overly-tall, overly
identical to his father one to answer the door. When the waiting annoyed her, she flipped her tail from around
her waist, recoiled it around her leg and then pushed the door open.

“Oh,
hi Bulma,” Krillin said—looked especially lame and dorky. And drab, considering his station in life
and the fact that he was well known among his people to be something of a
priss. “We were just getting his hair
to lie flat again.”

“Riiiiiiiiiight,
Krillin,” she said, “I’m sure that’s all you were getting to lie flat.” Smirked at him. Adjusted the waist of her pants.
They were very low—low enough that her tail was not through them but
above the band. Insanely tight—like a
second skin really. There was a shirt,
with tiny little stringy things holding it on, that flowed down over her and
brushed against the top of her pants.
She looked like an accessory.
Which she was. Goku’s brand new
accessory fresh from the home planet and delivered via Bardock’s bitching. “So, do I look appropriate?”

Goku
looked at her. Ran his hands over his
hair again. Grimaced at the reflection
that looked nothing like him—amazing how very much his hair and his eyes
identified him, and his skin was too dark, much too dark for a Saiyan—“You look
perfect. Did Bardock tell you what we’re
doing?”

“Yep.”

“And
you have what you need?” He looked at
her like he did not believe she could possibly have the tools on her that she
did.

So
she grinned. “Yep.”

“Oh
Gods,” Krillin said, buried his face in his palms. “Please do not tell us where.”

She
k nex next to him. Kissed his baldhead
and gave him a smirk. “Nowhere you’re
ever going to see.”

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HOPEFULLY,
you were at least slightly amused.

Gk: Bulma…
You look… Uh…

Bulma:
Goku. You’re drooling.

Gk: I am? Oh!
I am. Sorry, Bulma. It’s just.< sty style="mso-spacerun: yes">
I never thought about a naked girl before.

Bulma: And I
am so very thrilled to be your first.
Now, don’t we have a Prince to save?

Gk: Prince?

Setharo 07:

Yes,
the title is from a song. I was
actually sitting down to right it and the song came on the radio just
then. I thought that ‘Much like
Suffocating’ line was perfect and thus used it. *meep * I don’t know the
song’s name or who sang it or I would credit it.

Jaygoose:

Meep. I need to go read Maintaining. I keep meaning to and haven’t had the time
yet. But I will. Even if I have to sacrifice a day of writing
new chapters to do it! *bravely marches
off. *

Mechanical butterfly:

*sighs
* This is a depressing fic. I keep
looking at the projected plot and saying ‘oh well…It’ll get better… sort of…
I mean, Vegeta will eventually remember who he is. But is that really any better?’ But then I remember how very much I like
this idea. It just fascinates me the depths
to which someone can ‘lose’ themselves and the process they have to go through
to get themselves back.

Anyway. I will attempt to put breaks in the angst
fest. There will be ass-kicking. There will be retribution for what Freiza
has done. Oh. Yes. He will pay…

MWHAHAHAHAAHAHA!

Ahem. Yeah.
AFF.net gives me snobby nonsense about ‘too many connections on line 11’
and I just hit refresh until it gives me the page I want.