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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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Author's Note: This chapter is for Ulrike giving me my first review. I was too ecstatic because I've read all of her fiction and I loved them. So I'm going to see how this turns out

Lord Frieza? Why does that sound familiar? God I can't concentrate, it's hot. So hot. My body feels like it’s on fire.
The room, which had resembled a clean, pristine doctor's laboratory, now permeated sweat and arousal. The minions appeared miniscule to Frieza, who hungrily gazed at the retrained prince on the makeshift bed. His tail, a thick white appendage swayed in anticipation. The alien stalked towards Vegeta. Absent-mindedly, he allowed his chilled finger to travel up the saiyan's toned shin, towards Vegeta's quivering inner thigh.
"We've subdued him like you've ordered, my Lord," Karce spoke, grateful that he stood behind the scene, so that he too can observe Vegeta. Decke reached his hands towards the bulge in his spandex.
"Get your f-filthy hands off me!" the proud prince growled, struggling to open his eyes which were reduced to slits. The ki-restraints clanked harshly as Vegeta tried to reach. Frieza's finger froze, momentarily taken back then he continued as if there wasn't a pause at all; however, a slight twitch on his countenance belied his actions.
"Oh dear, my little prince still has quite a bark after all of these years," the lord said to no one in particular, "And you do not like my present? I had it made specifically for you- you see, even a stubborn prince like yourself will fall prey to it," He accentuated the last remark with a squeeze of Vegeta's tight balls. The latter's back arched into his caress and his strained gasp echoed off the walls. All these years? What he is talking about? Blast it, I need to get out of here. The less intelligent of the two minions almost came with Vegeta's display; he wanted to bury himself inside that tensing hole that was constantly trying to get the vibrator out. Decke's lust clouded his judgment.
"Frieza! What about our pay, what do we get from this?" Karce did nothing to silence his companion, silently wondering as well. "As what I can see, we get a piece of that ass too,"
"That so," Frieza's voice chilled, yet his hands still ran hot against Vegeta's skin. It was no surprise that Decke began to gargle as his thick tail wrapped around his minion's throat, constricting, "Do you feel the same, Karce?" Bones snapped. The alien flung the lifeless body towards the person in question.
"...No, Lord Frieza,"
"Good. Now leave me,"

Karce sorely did not want to miss what his Lord had in store for the prince. He found himself enjoying the job, bestowed on him to capture Vegeta, which Frieza commanded him days earlier. His eyes grazed down the writhing being painstakingly slow, taking in the soft groans the other tried to stiffen and the way his body bended awkwardly to get away from various touches. At that precise moment, Karce inwardly vowed he will get a taste. Decke was a worthy enough companion of his, but his mouth held no control and for that, he will definitely not know the pleasures within the prince; on the other hand, the smart one bowed his head curtly and walked stiffly out the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.
Vegeta clenched his eyes shut, willing his being as far as he could away from this situation he was in. However, the constant buzzing in his anus prevented such superficiality. Weakly, he pulled against the chains that restrained his lean limbs. He needed to get his head together, Vegeta willed, but oh how he despised the shrill of Frieza’s voice.

“There is no point of such a feeble struggle,” the alien commented, leaning over and drawing his pointed nails down Vegeta’s chest, leaving a faint trail of crimson while cutting the rest of his clothing off, “Your kind reeked of rutting,”
Vegetasei was a planet that enjoyed their pleasures just as any powerful planet would, but one wouldn’t go as far as to say that that’s all they stood for. They were the strongest beings in the universe when they lived. A spark of fire ignited within Vegeta that had been momentarily smothered. He cursed covertly at how easily Frieza could get under his skin and it was no help with the alien fingers’ now roaming towards his straining erection. He hated how his hips jerked innately towards the hand. My kind… then he must know of Vegetasei. Damn it all, why can’t I remember! A painful squeeze to his member jolted him out of his thoughts.
“Not polite at all, Vegeta” A hint of annoyance.
“First you insult me and now you want a fucking chat, these chains are the only thing that's keeping me from ripping you apart to fucking pieces… you’re a joke just like your power level,” He grounded out, taunting Frieza. Of course, he didn’t sense much from the alien, maybe he is as good at hiding his power as those goons of his but he was sure he could take him on. His training!
“Vegeta you are forgetting who is the prey and who is the hunter—“
“Fuck you and your pathetic excuses, freak,” Vegeta hid his unease because he knew that Frieza might call his bluff. A small victory was won when the white being vanished the ki charge of the chains and vehemently yanked each twining metal off. Vegeta waited for the moment where Frieza pulled Vegeta upward towards him; he met halfway with a head butt to the face, causing blood to spray from Frieza’s small nose. After trading blows with the disoriented Frieza, who was forced to go on guard from Vegeta’s unexpected actions, Vegeta sprang away, with a burst of his welcomed ki, from the sweaty bed and in the direction of the ajar exit. Perhaps it was the change in position but a startled cry tore from the prince’s throat as he collapsed on all fours. A sick chuckle echoed against the four walls, followed by another loud, reluctant moan from the prince.
“It seems I was far too pleasant,” Frieza’s tone was devoid of emotion as if what had transpired, did not and he held the knowledge that he has the upper hand regardless. He fingered a device in his hand.
Vegeta could not speak. His face, hanging low, was fairly covered by his arms and hid his shock. The vibrator was now situated right by the bundle of nerves hidden inside him and he had not felt such a feeling before. How could he? He was a prince and princes did not receive—they give. Slow, steady steps became louder and louder as Frieza stalked closer, unrushed once again enjoying the view. Once he loomed, he made no mistake as to treat Vegeta the same. Frieza buried his left hand into Vegeta’s dark, tawny hair, gripping hard and snapped his head up earning a pained groan from the other who reached up and tried to pry the hands off.
“You have not changed at all. A spoiled chit when you were nothing but a fly and still spoiled. I will change this,” Frieza deftly whipped out his erect, amethyst length. Vegeta halfheartedly tried to crawl away when he felt it prodding his backside.
“S-stop…fuck!” Vegeta was unprepared as the lizard shoved all of his length inside with an appreciative groan, stretching him wide. He shouted aloud when the member found where the bullet was resting which brushed against the bundle again.
Frieza ignored the prince’s protest and cries and basked in the hot clinching heat, instead. He could tell this was definitely Vegeta’s first time and it made him swell more thinking that he was the one to take him. The smell of blood spurred him on and he placed his hands on Vegeta’s tense hips and used it as more leverage to plunge balls deep. The alien moaned as he felt the humming of the bullet against his penis. A small grin played on his thin pink lips as he felt Vegeta jerk backwards towards his thrusting, now whimpering. He gave one last deep thrust inside, grinding and gripped Vegeta’s thighs, hefting him off the floor and slammed him against one of the white walls.
“Monkeys, that’s what you all are. Monkeys too concerned about the pleasures of the body than their planet being obliterated, destroyed. You would rather fuck with your enemies than kill them. Animals always rutting, am I right, my Prince?” Frieza punctuated each sentence with a solid thrust, aiming swiftly at Vegeta's sweet spot.
Vegeta grunted, his eyes portraying his drug-like state, his sense assaulted by the overexposure of pleasure. His ass was burning from strain inside and the blood did little to relieve it. His knees were planted horizontally on the cold wall, his body weight pinned by Frieza’s powerful thighs and hands; this position was a goldmine as Frieza repeated hit the bundle of nerves with the help of the bullet. Vegeta instinctively pushed his hips outward; he felt on fire once again and he needed release. Reaching between his legs, he clumsily fisted his straining member. The clapping of balls to skin, along with moans and groans, filled the air.
“Ah… Ahn—Ughhhn!” Vegeta spilled violently onto his hand and the wall, involuntarily clenching his anus around Frieza who tightened his hold and rammed in multiple more times before he came deep inside, with a low groan. The alien pumped a couple more moments leisurely, making sure Vegeta’s ass drunk every bit of his thick seed.
Vegeta’s chest heaved from exertion and his sweat made his body glistened in the aftermath; he slumped against Frieza. Somewhere deep in his mind, he willed himself to move, to get away and go back. To Bulma and Goku? A chill ran up his spine. He can’t allow for them to find out, to find out – What? That you got your ass taken by some lizard?
This was the Vegeta he wanted. The Vegeta who gave in to him. The Vegeta that he is currently nestling inside. He reached over to where he had sat it down on table, with his tail, and turned off the vibrator. Frieza knows that once his prince gets his mind back, he will be a handful but this only drives him to anticipate it. The lizard laid Vegeta down on the cot that began this whole fiasco, reluctantly sliding out of his anus with a sloppy pop. He spread his legs, meeting no resistance from the dazed Vegeta, and dug inside to retrieve the vibrator; Vegeta uttered a weak protest, but moved not a muscle. Frieza placed it back where it came from. Coming back to Vegeta’s side, he observed: the prince’s eyes were glazed over as if staring through him. His exhausted body shivered. He looked beautiful and Frieza’s penis twitched as if suggesting to go for round two. The alien leaned down and licked Vegeta’s soft lips then captured the prince’s lips with his own. He thrust his tongue inside the warm, pliant tavern, devouring him. Playing with Vegeta’s tongue, Frieza noted that he tasted like the honey from honeysuckles; the flavor so miniscule yet strong that it leaves one wanting more. He withdrew, dragging his lips towards Vegeta's right ear, nipped then stood erect. Gazing down at his eye candy, Frieza fixed his clothes into proper order, or as proper as they are going to get in the situation and strolled out and down the ship’s corridor, in no hurry at all, with a smirk on his face.
“You will address me as Master Frieza, Vegeta, and you will enjoy it” He guffawed, “whether you know it or not,”
A/N: 5 AM in the morning,cool cool. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and maybe leave a review with suggestions on maybe what you'd like to happen or what you would THINK will happen, which will be fun since I myself don't exactly know where my mind is taking me. Thanks again!
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