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Life is ironic	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3190 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

Vegeta woke up feeling groggy. Rubbing his eye's he begun to realize that crazy dream wasn't a dream. His mother and father were mercilessly killed in front of them, no chance to defend themselves. His body began to shake signalling the tears ready to fall. No I must not cry, I am strong, I need to be strong. I have to be for my parents, for my people. As much as he tried to convince himself it was no use the damage was done and the silent tears begun to fall. Shaking his head from side to side to dispel the tears that fallen, taking in a deep breath to compose himself, he started to look around to see where he was. It was some sort of room of sorts, not big at all just held a bench and a lone extravagant chair the structure was marble lined with purple velvet and cushions. A small round table beside the chair which was bolted down to the floor, the walls where lined in the same fabric and colour as the chair. Then he realized he was sitting on the edge of a simple bed with silk black and purple sheets, filled with pillows and cushions lining the head and side of the bed. Not much else in the small room, it was the mere size of his closet.

Vegeta reached to his side, feeling for the sword that has been removed sighing to himself he begun to stand when he noticed his left foot felt heavy, he moved it again and heard a rattling. Looking down he seen the chain keeping him in place of the bed. He started to panic, he was a prince not a criminal, why was he in chains, then realized he is a prisoner, not because of being a criminal but because he will now be a slave. He wasn't ignorant, he knew what was to become of him, he wasn't that sheltered to the world. But now he knew he must remain strong then one day he would be free. Standing up he felt the hollowness of the floor. Hmm I must be in a carriage of sorts. It makes sense the room is too small to be anywhere in the castle.

"Dadoria, have our little guest waken?" Vegeta heard that feminine voice call out to that disgusting fat creature who worn the spiked helmet and heavy brown armour. He shudder thinking of the disgusting thing. Acting quickly he went back to his position and pretending to be passed out not wanting to speak to that vile thing called Frezia.

"No milord. The little whelp is still out cold the last I seen to him."

"Hmm very well then. Dadoria ready my horse's I'm ready to leave. We have gotten everything I want from this place. Burn down the castle, I want no evidence this place ever existed." Vegeta heard to door open, felt the carriage sway, and when that door shut he heard the click, locking it and keeping it secured. His stomach dropped, dread taking over his whole core. His home was to be burned down, tore asunder, wiped from memory forever, it was over.

"What a lovely site, still sleeping? How utterly adorable." Frezia began to remove his armour and heavy white cape. Taking a deep breath watching the young boy, seeing him flinch when he asked his little question to himself, knowing at that moment the child was just pretending. Well let's see how long the boy can continue his charade. Frezia removed his boots leaving only his white pants, and long sleeve shirt on with his smiling mask still kept in place.

Vegeta felt cold hands slide down his face, through his hair, then down his neck. He almost shivered violently from the chilling touches but remained strong fast in his resolve of being strong. Then those chilling hands removed all his armour, gloves and one boot, for the other boot was still trapped in the shackle. He felt nervous wondering what would happen, he started to slowly lose his resolve when his shirt was ripped down the middle and tugged off forcibly, but when he felt the hands slide towards his pants he finally lost it. "What in gods name are you doing to me?" Vegeta shouted trying to scoot himself further onto the corner of the bed as much as the chain would allow him.

"Now child I will not hear you raise your voice to me ever again. I am your master now, you are my property and have no where to go. So let us get reacquainted. You will only be told the rules once, if I must repeat myself you shall be punished severely. Here are the rules only speak when I allow it, you must listen to me and my orders at all times, you are not allowed to leave my side until you proven yourself worthy to me to do so and have my permission to leave, you shall be chained at all times, only eat and drink when I allow it, and you must never look into anyone else's face but mine keep your head and eyes to the ground unless I say other wise." Frezia looked at the boy's face and tilted his head to the side, he was expecting him to protest, but instead the boy's shoulders were shaking his head held down by one arm as the other gripped the sheets. Oh what a beautiful site the boy is crying. Raising his arm Frezia placed a finger over his mouth piece as he chuckled at the site before him.

Vegeta on the other hand wasn't crying, he was shaking with pure rage. Unable to contain it any longer he lashed out. "How dare you! I am a prince! I will never become your slave! You are foolish to believe I would stoop as lowly as that! You're a vile dirty creature born from a bitch! I'll never do what you want! Just kill me!"

"Oh what a brazen and brash child." Frezia was very excited such anger that child had, he was going to have fun breaking the child. Frezia was laughing loudly and clapping his hands. "Now now child, I would never dream of killing you, no never. I have other ways of punishment worse then death oh yes, you would be begging me to allow you to be a slave oh yes. I think I should grace you just a simple taste." Frezia grabbed the chain, easily dragging the young small prince towards him. Vegeta struggled with all the power he had kicking, and punching. Ready to resort to biting and scratching, Frezia was much stronger, and easily over powered him. Frezia was shredding the last of the boy's clothing chuckling all he while. Vegeta lashed out punching Frezia on the side of his face effectively knocking the mask off his face. What he saw made his terror stronger, Frezia was a real monster, a demon! His face was white as snow and he had dark pink eyes. Enraged Frezia landed a fist in the boy's temple stunning him effectively.

Vegeta's head was fuzzy, his vision was blurred, and he swore he would almost pass out from the pain. He never have been struck before in that manner, the new sensations racked his brain along with the new sensations those chilly hands gave his body. They were sliding all over his body, nails clawing down his thighs. Vegeta found new found strength from sheer panic and confusion to stop those roaming hands. Twisting his body from side to side, grabbing at those hands to stop their explorations. "What are you doing? Stop!" His voice was becoming shaky. Frezia continued to subdue the child, and grope the child's flesh.

"What smooth, warm, and clear your skin is, oh how I love a clear canvas to do my paintings on. I am going to enjoy your flesh." He wanted to taste that skin, flicking out his tongue to slide down the child's cheek tasting the salt of the tears he spilt prior, fully unaware of what that said child would do. "Ahh you beast! How dare you!" Frezia slapped the boy hard across the face. "I'm going to have to gag you so you cannot bite your superior's! You will learn your place!" Frezia begun to smack the child repeatedly in the face until the child no longer moved. Nursing his abused tongue in his mouth he had an idea so that wouldn't happen again. Taking a scrap of cloth that was once the child's shirt and stuffing it in his mouth then getting another to tie around his mouth so he couldn't spit it out.

Standing to fully admire his prize he moved towards the window, opening up the curtains wide, his masochistic side began to bloom. With a grin he grabbed the boys arm dragging him to the window. Vegeta groaned from the dizziness a pop was heard and Vegeta felt a pain shooting on his ankle from being forced to stand away from the limit of the chain. He kept his shackled leg lifted to ease the pain. Feeling his chest and face pressed to a cold surface he opened his eyes. Fire, blood, bodies, and the desecration of women of his lands was the sight he beheld. "Look little one. Do you see the fate of your lands and people? This all happened because of you, if you didn't run, your mother and father would be alive, your people wouldn't suffer as such. We would have left peacefully, and you would be treated like the prince you are. But alas no, you wanted it the hard way now everyone will suffer and die, and you will be nothing more than a slave to do my bidding. All of this is your own doing child, now accept your fate. I am your father now." Then Vegeta felt the pressure in a place that should never dare be touched, He felt that agonizing pain of fire and stretching behind him and he screamed as loud as he could behind the gag.

Vegeta shot up from the ground he laid on sweating. Gods! Why am I dreaming about things that transpired nine years ago!" Vegeta stood stretching, looking around the tent noticing the others where not disturbed by his nightmares in their sleep. Wanting to get some fresh air and to purge his mind of memories he strolled out of the tent towards the small hill just beyond the camp grounds. Walking pass his comrades he zipped through the mazes of men, and fire pits, leaving the camp unnoticed by anyone. Reaching his destination he laid down on the soft grass looking at his gloves still stained with the blood he spilt. That was an easy mission, Frezia must think of him lowly to give him such an easy task. He was one of the best in assassination missions.

That king didn't have a chance with him, too many mistakes he seen as he stalked his prey. The kings men were clumsy and untrained leaving their king open for a kill too many times, so he just sat there hidden in the trees waiting for at least a moment that would have been considered an obstacle. He saw his moment and he stroked his prey's two guards down with his sword with a simple flick of a wrist, their heads rolled to the foot of the king. The other guard did as he expected running to him ready to swing his mallet placing it over his head, the fool left his upper body wide open from holding the mallet at that height exposed his stomach because the armour raised as well, slashing his sword across the belly deep, the foolish guard dropped his weapon to clutch his wound, which gave him full access to his head, foolish guard. Bringing his sword down swiftly to sever the head from the body. With a smirk he approached the pale terrified king "My name is Vegeta, and you shall be killed for trying to start a resistance against lord Frezia." Something he was so use to saying these days. Always the same, kill the men who are foolish enough to try and overthrow Frezia. Little did they know it was his job to do so.

"Vegeta? How could that be, you are not him! He was killed nine years ago! Show me your face if you have any honour, let me see the face of the man who dares to try and kill me! Come imposter show me, claiming to be a dead man!" The king unsheathed his sword finding his courage.

Vegeta looked at the man closely, feeling like playing a mind game with the king he removed the hood of his black cloak, and stared in the eyes of the king. "My gods you're his son. Vegeta! Boy why in gods name are you dishonouring your family, and lands by being that devils lapdog?" Vegeta sneered at the name of lapdog, no longer wanted to play that cat and mouse game with his prey he ended it quickly. He threw a dagger close to the king's head, only for the simple art of distraction, and like so many others he fell for it. Before the king brought his attention back to the assailant Vegeta already stroked, a slash across his throat. Not wanting to kill him too quickly, just wanted to watch him suffer and die by choking on his own blood. Lifting the kings head to be face to face staring eye to eye with him.

"Know this dog, I will be the one that will kill Frezia, take refuge in knowing that he will die, but I will be the one to rule these lands, I will become more than a lord of these lands! I will be a god! Frezia's rule will look joyous in comparison to my reign!" Vegeta laughed watching the eye's widen a small whisper came from his lips a gentle why. "Why? Why you dare ask me! Because everyone in this world will suffer as I have! They will beg for death by my hands as I watch them burn!"

"Your just like him…." The king took his last breath. Vegeta clicked his teeth together, knowing as proof of the job being completed he needed a token, and Frezia wanted the medallion the king always wore. Ripping it off and inspecting it from side to side. It wasn't much of anything just a plain gold medallion, when he turned the back of it there was an inscription. To my blood and friend may our kingdoms flourish, King Vegeta. Vegeta's hand slightly shook turning his head to the side and stuffing the medallion in his pouch he left.

Coming out of his own musings he looked to the moon slowly bringing his hand to his pouch he took the medallion out and he read the inscription again. The king he killed was related to him somehow, how funny he thought it was because of him his parents was killed, and now he has killed more of his family by his own hand. His mind slowly went back to that day nine years ago, he will never forgive himself. He should have opened those doors when the guards came and ran away from his mother, then they would all still be alive. Instead he ran away like the coward he was, hiding under the skirts of his mother. Placing the medallion back in the pouch he started staring at the crescent moon hanging, he started to think about Raditz, going back to the memory of the moon festival a small smile tugging on his lips. "Bah I got to stop thinking about these trivial things. Time to go back before they believe I have ran." Stretching his muscles he began to sneak back to camp.

He entered the tent noticing no one was there. "About time you came back. We started to think the worse of you, but unluckily for me here you are."

"Zarbon, what is going on here?" Vegeta sneered at the flamboyant man walking out from the shadows. Disgusting he thought the man attire was scandalous by normal standards. He wore simple chest armour, with tight fitting undergarments, leggings, long gloves and women's accessories on his head, ears, and neck. All of it was a pale green color to match his eyes.

"Lord Frezia has arrived only an hour ago, looking for you. It seems he isn't very happy with you, running off on a nature walk without informing anyone. I'd advise you to scurry to your master before his anger rises. His tent is just past the armoury, run quick brat" Zarbon chuckled flicking his long blonde braid from his shoulder staring down at the young man.

Vegeta just gave him a hard stare before he turned to leave. Walking slowly out of the tent, once in the open he raced pass all obstacles in his way. Damn Frezia is here! That dog couldn't wait one day until we arrived! Getting his mind set ready to see his "master" knowing he must keep the façade up of total submission. When he was just a foot away from the entrance he removed his armour, shirt, gloves, and shoes. Knowing full well that the creature likes to see flesh vulnerable, to show submissiveness for the knowledge was beaten into him. Keeping his head down he stepped forward moving the cloth away to step in the tent. Taking a few steps forward Vegeta knelt down, lifting his wrist exposing it to the air. "Lord Frezia you wish to see me."

"Ahh yes Vegeta my pet, everyone leave I wish to be alone with my pet" Frezia smiled pleased with Vegeta's show of submission in front of his generals. When they were alone was when Frezia would acknowledge his pet. "My lovely pet you have broken a rule. You know what happens when you do. And here I believed you where fully understanding your place in the world. Such a pity." Frezia came closer to Vegeta, removing his mask and picking up a glass of red wine emptying out the contents. "I think I shall start by drink a glass of your life essence." Taking a small dagger from his side he cut Vegeta's upper arm Vegeta just took a deep breath in but never flinched, filling his cup to the brim. Sniffing the blood and licked his lips, he swallowed deep loving the tangy rich taste of his pet. Feeling like painting he smeared the blood on Vegeta's arm, Frezia placed his bloody hand on Vegeta's chest and made a line down to the middle to his covered groin. Tilting Vegeta's head up, loving how his pet kept his eyes to the ground, showing that he wasn't even worthy for looking at his master in the eye's a silent gesture of apology, he licked the pets face. "Don't worry pet this is only the beginning. But I will allow you to make it up to me pet, tell me your reason's for leaving the camp without informing your higher ranking officers?"

"Master, I woke up from a disturbing dream, I needed to be alone to clear my thoughts so I may be able to serve you better, and I forgot to inform someone. I am deeply sorry my master." Vegeta stayed in the position, not wanting to bring any wrath from Frezia he needed Frezia's utmost confidence. He also knew he had to keep to the truth as much as possible Frezia had a knack for seeing thru lies.

'What was this disturbing dream?"

"I dreamt about years ago master, before I was blessed to be with you." Choosing his words carefully around Frezia a simple mistake can lead to punishment.

"Hmm what about that dream was disturbing pet?" Frezia was sipping the blood of his pet watching him hard, as he listened very carefully to his words looking for any signs of lies.

"I was weak master, weak and diluted to believe the words of my bloodline. It angers me how weak and pathetic I was. I do not wish to remember those dark years. I wish only to remember when you saved me, showed me what I am, I am wholly yours my master. Mind, body, and soul only belong to you. I am dreadfully sorry for my wrong doings master, please tell me how I can make it up to you." Vegeta felt like vomiting for saying such things but he kept telling himself the plan, the plan. This is a necessary evil.

"My my pet, you wish to forget all of your past. Well I must say I do approve of it. Do so. As for making it up to me, call me father, and remove the rest of your clothing. Then lay your body down on the bed."

"Yes father as you wish." Vegeta cringed inside saying that word to that vile thing.

As Frezia watched in sick fascination as his pet did as he instructed. He was pleased how far along the boy as come, from the small brazen child who would never do anything he ordered, those where fun years for him. It took Vegeta four years to become what he is now, he had such a delicious time in breaking him, and he will always remember the day that finally broke the child. He was twelve years old fighting and screaming in which he always done, he had so much fire and hate in those dark eyes, but that day when he was defeated that soul crushing look was what he wanted. Who knew a demonstrated ultimatum was all it took to crush his fighting spirit and of course he was the demonstration. When he finally had enough of the fighting he called his generals and trusted men to his throne room. He had his pet chained down on top of a table with his upper body on the table and his waist over the edge, his mouth gagged.

"Well Vegeta this will be your fate to be used by my men as a stress relief on a daily basis, being taken by multiple men until you are dead or you can finally stop your stubbornness, submit, and bow to me accept me as your master." Vegeta's eyes held that fire in them, also some fear. Oh he wanted to taste his pet then and there, but no he had to make an example. "Begin men, I offer you this simple whore to ease your desires. Don't take it easy on him either. I want to see his soul break."

Vegeta was trying to scream at him but was a just muffled noises. He watched that small body being used over and over watch as his back was soiled by men's seed. Saw the tears flow down, saw his eye's searching for a rescuer, and then saw he saw it. Vegeta's eyes died, no longer showing any emotion just a dull lifeless colour, he finally broke. Frezia allowed it to continue until the last of his men had their turn on the boy. "Remove the gag, now Vegeta tell me what is your choice submit or become a whore?"

"You. I will submit." Those words spoken by that small gentle voice sent shivers down his spine. He won their little battle that begun four years ago, Vegeta all of him was his little pet prince. In only a month the boy learned his place, learnt how to please his master to a fine art. He sent many teachers to his chambers to teach Vegeta everything he needed to know about the pleasures of the flesh, also many more on how to train the boy to be a cold killer. The child knew how to fight with a sword from his previous living as a future ruler, in only a year the boy became a master in the arts, learning everything he needed to know to please his master.

Now here that boy laid, no longer a boy but a young man. He was seventeen years of age fully blossomed into a young man, he was still small in stature, but it only enhance his beauty, finely toned body, long black hair with a tint of auburn, dark eyes with sharp eyebrows, angular face, small full pinkish lips, his skin looked as if it was dipped in caramel, long delicate fingers, and lines of scars littered his body, some small others long and wide. They did not decrease his beauty, one scar Frezia pleased him more greatly then any other, the scar on his right inner thigh. It was his initials 'L.F' Lord Frezia. "Now my pet, touch yourself, tell me how it feels. Don't forget to call me father" Walking to his chest, he pulled out his bull whip getting ready to use not to mar the skin of his pet just the pain. He would not allow a whip to scar his pets skin, no only his dagger would scar that beautiful skin.

"Yes father." Vegeta slid his hands over his body, knowing where to touch himself to please that bastard. I have to make myself enjoy this, I need to keep to the plan. Vegeta began purging Frezia from his thoughts pretending it was only him in the room. Gliding his hands down to the apex of his sex rubbing it slowly, bringing it to attention, then sliding his hand further down, lifting his right leg to fully expose Frezia's marking upon his skin. Fingering the internals he looked at his 'master' "Father I am honoured to have your mark, it pleases me knowing I please my father to be graced by your mark." He took his manhood in his hand and begun to pump.

"How does it feel my pet?"

"Hard father. Hard and hot. You feel much better than this father." Vegeta was in a different world altogether, he wasn't in that room degrading himself he was leading armies to victory with Frezia's head on a pike. Then Frezia's masochistic side came forth, feeling the lashes on his legs and thighs he started to turn those painful moments into cries of pleasure. The only way he knew how to make the lashes stop was to act as if it was very enjoyable, masking his pain by moan's of joy. Only then would the lashings stop because Frezia would lose his patience and take him. 24, 25, 26… Ah there we go.

"Assume the position pet. Make your father proud." Frezia smiled seeing his pet do as he was told, turning around, bent over, arms stretched over his head, keeping his chest and face on the mattress. Complete submission keeping his upper body press down shows he has no control what so ever, his rear high, legs spread in an open invitation to his body for his master. "You done so well, you are forgiven. Let me fill you up with the love of a father and master."

"I am thankful for your forgiveness. And thank you for your love father." Vegeta took a deep breath, and exposed his neck, knowing full well it was going to be a long session.

Blah I feel like I need a shower! Poor Vegeta, I know if he could he probably blast me to OBLIVION *tears*

V- *Wiping his mouth from all the mouthwash he used* Once my stomach is settled from all the induced vomiting I will blast you to oblivion!

K- But…..but…. At least wait until we knock boots gosh darn it. *sourly pouts*

V- Just made my decision in killing her all much quicker! *gathers energy*

VS- You can't kill me unless I write it Muahahahah *does super hero pose*

V- You need friends!

B- I will be your friend if you let me out *Taps on the door from the inside*

V- Brolli? You're still in the closet! *sweat drops*

B- Vegeta I cannot get out! Help my dearest mate!

K- *Whispers to Vegeta* I'll give you candy if we ditch this place and go back to my place and play a game I like you all submissive huh huh? * puts on a fake curled moustache and wagged his eyebrows at Vegeta*

VS- *Still doing super hero pose's*

V- *Rubbing temples* I'm surrounded by fools! Brolli have you tried turning the knob?

B- Vegeta I don't think this is a time to worry about turning any knobs!

V- Kami Brolli I mean the fucking door knob! I don't even know why you just don't bust through it! It is just a wooden door and you are the legendary super sayain!

B- Ummmmmm Yeah… *Turns knob and opens the door* Hey what do you know! You're a genius my prince! This is why you're my mate. *ready to kiss Vegeta's cheek*

K- Hey why do you let him kiss you and not me!

B- Kakarot? KAKAROT!

V-Fuck it I don't even care anymore! I'm locking myself in the closet. Can't even get a kiss from my mate without someone getting in the way!

F- I'll meet you in there princeling *winks and blows kisses*

V- Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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