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Much Like Suffocating	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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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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Vegeta
stood next to Freiza, effortlessly displaying his whole body for whoever might
want to see it. Felt a strange tingling
sense that he should have been offended by this. Didn�t really care, other than his wrist was sore from the day previous,
he felt nothing but his finger tip against that place in the back of his mouth
that drown out everything but the feeling of warmth.

(We
are lying again, aren�t we?)

It
was back, naturally, promised that it would be. And with it there was a new faceless thing, a female it, draped
on it like a ornamental robe.
Beautiful, in a way that Freiza definitely appreciated�look at him swish
his tail from side to side and look at the strange blue hair, the tail around
her waist and the length of her body.
The pure sculptured nature of her, and he could almost see her on
display in Freiza�s lobby.

Soon. Certainly.
Once interested Freiza did not often give up until he had what he
wanted.

And
It, apparently, already knew this reaction would happen. Asked Freiza for yet another day with
Vegeta. Offered him a crown jewel�an
honest jewel from the dead monarch of Juro, the midgets of the universe�and
Freiza took it, purred and giggled his approval.

�You
are certainly a generous man,� Freiza said to it.

�Not
nearly as generous as you, Lord Freiza.�

Yes,
of course this pleased Freiza, made him even more happy about handing over
Vegeta to this man. In fact, if Vegeta
was not mistaken, when he had returned to his master the day before, Freiza had
looked with great approval at the skin rubbed raw and bloody on his wrist. Had grinned and said �Well finally someone
has decided to break you.�

(Nobody
can break you. Nobody ever could.)

He
ignored his master, bowed his head demurely, did his �of course, master� part,
and showered away the remains of the strange, faceless it that had endeavored
to please him the whole day and asked nothing in response. Wanted nothing.

(That�s
not true. You know what he wants from
you.)

�I�ll
show you the way myself,� Freiza said.
Licked his pale lips at the woman draped against it. It would not take long for him to find her
and make her one of them. Probably keep
her tail for its unusual color and maybe even put tattoos on her perfect skin,
colorful ones, highlight the exotic beauty.

He
took them to the room with the leather restraints hanging all around. Vegeta stepped inside, turned, saw that just
for a second, the it was terrified.
Covered it up by turning to look at Freiza and saying once more, with
feeling: �Lord Freiza, you are exceedingly kind.� Freiza giggled, closed the doors and left the three of them to
stand there.

Look
at one another.

~~~***

Goku
felt the nightmarish shudder go through him.
Thought his bravery had left him and he was going to start sobbing, beg
forgiveness from his father and Freiza and throw himself on the pillar of fear
that stabbed straight through him. That
maggot bastard had brought them to the same room Goku had been �saved� in. And for longer than just a few moments, he
could just stand there and focus on what he was doing. Repeat to himself over and over and over
that this was necessary. That nobody
could live their whole life without knowing who they were.

Wondered
if the cruelty of taking Vegeta away from this was too much to be forgiven
for. And then looked at Bulma. Saw her ears come up, perk up from under
hair and they flicked, she stood very still for a second and then gave him a
slight nod. �The walls are reinforced
with sound proofing.�

�Good,�
he managed to choke out. Looked at the
Prince just standing there, unamused, uninterested, indifferent. Crossed the room to him, and pushed him back
until he was on the bed. Watched as he
scooted back to the pillows at the head of the bed, kept his finger in hisuth uth and ran his other up and down his torso, trailing a design that meant
nothing on his skin, and Goku sat on the bed with him, turned and looked at
Bulma. �How are we going to do
this?�

�Well
first,� she said, pulling her shirt off so she could undo the bra�he thought she
looked a bit too busty even for her�so she could retrieve her tools, �You�re
going to need to tie him up somehow.�

He
looked at the leather cuffs. Thought of
his own wrists and felt that shudder passing through him again. Wondered just whether or not he could do
this. If he could be so cruel. And the tho thought of his home world, of
the dying king, of his father�s stubborn insistence that not saving the Prince
would be the worse. That these devices
that were imbedded into Freiza�s slaves were not as perfect as they
seemed. One day they would fail. �Do you have something to knock him out
with? An sleeping gas or something?�

Bulma
sat on the bed on the other side of the Prince. Took the hand that wasn�t in his mouth and pulled it up over his
head. She watched him do this, but
didn�t speak. Seemed to understand that
something was happening to him that was absolutely necessary. �Too dangerous. I mean, from what I�ve managed to obtain from the sample I was
given, the device would just kill him or something. You have to be awake to fight it or its triggered to release
toxins.� She took the other hand,
pulled it up over the Prince�s head and wrapped the cuff around his already
sore wrist. �Somehow the bastard
figured that if the�person was awake and fighting the removal of the device
than they did not want their freedom, but if they were sleeping or docile than
they were trying to escape him.�

Goku
ground his teeth together and looked at the Prince, moved so he was sitting on
his legs, and tried to imagine the repercussions of what they were about to
do. �Can you do it quick?� he asked.

She
flipped her cat ears back, turned to give him a frown and a look of
disgust. �Look buddy, like I told your
father, I�m not exactly the happiest woman in the world to be getting dragged
into this shit in the first place. Just
because our Queen thinks we should help you�ll fight the icejins doesn�t mean I
think I should be here at all.�

Vegeta
started to wriggle. Pulled on both his
arms, and Goku watched, felt that same struggle rising in him again, remembered
it. Remembered how odd it was when he
had done it himself. Had known that
something horrible was happening but didn�t have the power to fight it. Couldn�t break the bonds that held him, and
was terrified that his whole world was going to be taken from him. Had not known then, as he lay on the bed and
listened to Bardock�s humming, that his whole world was being given back to
him.

Knew
now, and only that thought�even if he didn�t believe it all himself�allowed him
to say: �Alright Bulma. But we need to
hurry. Krillin�s supposed to send in
our escape in less than an hour.�

�Let
me go,� Vegeta said.

Bulma
wedged a thick spongy thing into his mouth, between his teeth on the side
opposite the device. �You�re just lucky
I can see in the dark.� Then she pulled
out a small hooked tool and blinked, changed her eyes to see inside his mouth,
where everything was dim, and made a displeased sound. �This is going to hurt like a
sonofbitch.� Then she reached into his
mouth.

Goku
closed his eyes, had to use his hands to hold the legs under him in place. Couldn�t watch, couldn�t stand to see it
when it happened, knew what was going to happen after it did, and couldn�t
stahat hat thought. Didn�t know if he
could live through it a second time.

Heard
the panic, felt the whole body under him heave. Heard the headboard of the bed bang against the wall as he was
yanked on.

Then
there was a static pop, a scream, and he opened his eyes, saw Bulma staring at
a simple silver device hanging off the end of the hook. Turned to look at him, utterly
horrified. As if she had just realized
what they were doing here. And he
pushed her off the bed�trusted her not to get too pissed at him�and looked at
the Prince. He was spitting blood out
of his mouth, there had been just the one scream and then he was silent. Body still jerking, and eyes dilated�mouth
bleeding down his chin and onto the pillow under him, and he spit up more
blood. Turned his eyes�all black, there
was no white in his eyes anymore�down to look at Goku.

The
headboard�it had bmetametal�was bowed now, yanked down where the cuffs attached
to it with chains. He watched it,
stared at it and at the Prince, and wondered just what he had just done, and
wondered if he was going to be able to help Vegeta the way Bardock had not been
able to help him.

�It
hurts,� Goku said, quietly. Knew how it
felt. Knew what it felt like to have
that taken away. The sense of pleasure,
the ability to not think, not remember but just feel. Not know. And it was just
ripped right out of the Prince.
Everything would come back.
First, too fast and too painfully for anyone to bear and then slowly,
over the next week, everything would return slowly.

Vegeta
nodded. Kept yanking his arms.

He
pulled his robe off, let it fall to the bed behind him, moved down the legs
that were jerking under him. �I�m
sorry,� he said. Ducked his head down
and closed his mouth around the erection�weeks, it had taken weeks for the last
of the drugs to leave his body when he was saved, and he had spent those days
tied up and unable to do anything with the feeling of unbearable arousal, the
feeling of nothing against his skin but clothes, and the misery of it was not
lost to him.

�Ten
minutes,� Bulma said wherwhere, like a disembodied voice reminding him of
things he already knew. Ten minutes
until they were out of here. Ten
minutes until the war began.

Ten
minutes to freedom.

And
he wondered, as he felt the hips jerking against him, as he let the Prince
focus on fucking his face rather than the pain, as he felt the tears in his
eyesnderndered if Vegeta would bear the scars he did.

Wondered
if it was really worth it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***

< Oh,
look at that, back to the angst.

Gk: I wonder who�s going to show up and miraculously
save us.

Bulma:
Cool! I�ve got ears!

Vegeta: I am
less than pleased with this fic.

Gk:
But�but� You�re almost yourself
again.

Vegeta:
Hn.

Gk: Oh, come
on, Geta. I�ll give you a lollipop if you
stop being a butthead.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Alright, please don�t think I�m playing favs here or
anything, because I love all my reviewers; but my computer isn�t working
properly and I�m trying to fix it, so I offer only this meager response:

Getarian:

No,
nobody else sees the Prince like he is right now. This chapter is a turning point, of sorts, because now the device
is gone, and in the next one they are out of the �house.� But if you don�t think you can read it, I�ll
understand.

Punker:
*add on after chapter posted* Actually, taking his hand out of his mouth had nothing to do with his endurance; the mentioning of that was because Goku was with Vegeta for the majority of the day and they had sex for all that time without interruption. that was his 'endurance.' And yes, technically, he might have been able to use his tongue to 'hit' the device, but it requires a measure of pressure, and it's really awkward (for me at least) to get your tongue to press down on a device inbedded under the skin of your mouth when its all the way in the back of your jaw. That was my justification. It could be a crappy one. But that's the reason I had Vegeta using his finger all the time.
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