Finding Destiny | By : NLDCat Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1588 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Part Four: Back to Hell (Bardock's POV)
I really hadn't meant to knock him out...but it made things easier as a whole. "Bardock..."
"Elara, don't," I warn her, "I am NOT going to allow this."
"Amera nearly KILLED you!" she protests, "Not to mention...you're close to having your child."
"I have an obligation," I tell her even though every fiber of my being agreed with her observation, "Just get me to him." I knew she would do as I asked even though she disagreed. We were close. Hell, I KNEW everyone in the quarter personally. It was why I put myself through this. Jerich was going to be displeased so it would take a lot to put me back in favor with him.
"'Dock...reconsider," Elara begs softly as we get to his home, "Please...for your sake."
I look at her a moment. "It has never been about ME," I tell her before knocking on the door. I didn't want it to open, didn't want to see the male who made my very existence hell. But I had no choice. I had too many people who needed my compliance to be that selfish. A moment later, the door opens.
"Bardock," Jerich says leaning against the doorframe. I watch his eyes gaze up and down me. "What happened?"
"Amera," I tell him softly, my eyes not meeting his gaze. I knew how to play this game. If I complied with all his wishes he'd turn Elara's power back on. If not...well, I wasn't about to fail in this.
"That woman...Well, I'll set her straight. Go home, Elara, you're power will be on before you get there."
"Yes, Jerich," I hear her whisper before the tell-tale signs of her retreating from him.
"Get in here, Bardock," he commands me, "I want to see how badly you're hurt."
Hating what I had to do, I comply and am soon standing inside the home. Jerich circles me. "Someone certainly took care of you."
"They had no choice. The king demanded it of them."
"Does he know?"
"He knows only that I was badly wounded and needed care. He will NEVER know any more," I intone emotionlessly.
"Good boy. Get to my bed. I'll see you shortly...once I remind Amera just what happens when she touches what's MINE without MY express permission."
I wordlessly do as told. I could find the bastard's room and bed blindfolded. I strip out of the clothing and slide onto the bed. I had played this game enough times to know and understand the rules. Trying to make myself comfortable in my advanced pregnancy, I couldn't help but realize how much of a difference it had been being in Tora's home. Sure the Elite was a real pain to deal with...he'd never forced me into sex, never made me feel like nothing more than a warm body. Yeah, he was an arrogant asshole but he'd left me alone. It meant a lot to me...which was sad but it was my lot in life. It was what I had chosen when Jerich had been given charge over the quarter I lived in, when we realized that we were now under the control of someone who on a GOOD day was a demon. I'd made the only choice I could live with; I'd made a deal with the devil. I'd let him do whatever he wanted with me as long as the others didn't suffer, as long as the others were looked after.I regretted it on a daily basis, I won't lie...but I kept doing it, kept sacrificing my soul because I could NOT let the others down. I WOULD not let the others down.
I am almost comfortable when he steps back in. "She won't be a problem anymore," Jerich tells me. His tone is low, purring which meant he'd probably killed her and was horny. This was NOT good for me.
"I...am not sure what you want is...a good idea," I tell him trying to keep my voice soft, non-argumentative.
Jerich chuckles. "So concerned for the little one, hmmm? But no matter, I know how to do this so that there is no damage done."
He would know all the ways to have sex with someone without causing damage. I knew to just nod my head and go with it. It didn't matter that sex was now a chore for me...that I got no satisfaction from it anymore. It mattered that as long as I did this everyone else would have an easier time getting by. Sometimes, you just didn't have a choice in matters. No one wanted to listen, no one CARED enough about my quarter to pay attention which is why I was stuck in hell.
Being Third Class put a Saiyan at the bottom of the totem pole...which is why so much went on in my Quarter that no one looked into. The higher ranks didn't really care because EVERYONE was afraid of Jerich. I mean EVERYONE feared the prick...and I didn't blame them. We all just pretended everything was fine because no one believed that speaking out would do anything OTHER than cause more problems. Because that's ALL that happened. So it went on and we did what we could to minimize the damage; for me, it meant surrendering everything I was. However, it worked so I couldn't complain...too much.
I endure sex with him which again is mechanical on my part. As many times as I have done this it still kind of surprised me that I kept hearing how 'good' I was how 'tight' and 'so willing' I still was. It made me shudder and I had to fight back a wave of sickness at the very thought. I was quite pleased when the male rolled away from me snoring. Closing my eyes, I couldn't help but wondered if Tora was awake and how angry he was at my actions. I pretty much figured that he would merely shrug it off and give some excuse as to my departure. Nothing more. I had to shove down violently, the part of me that wished he would come to my aid. I wasn't naïve enough to believe that there were any decent Elite left.
Morning comes and I am glad to see Jerich leave. With him gone, I make a call to Fasha. "Why...are you contacting me from Jerich's?"
I make a bitter smile that she can't see. "You know why," I tell her quietly, "Tell the others I will be back tomorrow."
"Bardock..."
"Don't," I warn her, "Do as you are told, Fasha."
There is silence before I hear a subdued, "Yes, Commander."
I end the connection and sigh to myself. I hated that things were this way...but I needed the pay too much. It wasn't a lot...but I had a child to think about. As much as I despised those responsible for my pregnancy, I wanted this child. It was mind-boggling to those who knew me but I couldn't blame the actions of others on an innocent. I just couldn't. I slide my hand down to my stomach and a moment later, I feel the baby kick. It makes me smile, one of the few things in life that got an emotional response out of me. 'I hope...that you fair better in life than I do, kiddo.' As I stand there and feel the movements, it occurs to me...this child would NEVER be safe with me. That if I did indeed mean for a better life for my child...I would have to do something drastic.
I never make it to meet my squad...only because my water breaks. I get myself to a medic I knew...who would do my any favor I asked of him. I needed this favor...more than anything in the world, I needed this favor. "Repeat that AGAIN?" the male says staring at me after seven hours of labor that made me feel like I was dying.
"I...need you to report that the child was still-born; a side effect from damage taken. PLEASE."
"WHY?"
"You know why," I tell him even as I cradle Raditz to my chest. He was such a cute, tiny thing...and the one person in the world I had to keep as far from me as possible.
"So...what do you want me to do with Raditz?"
This was the tricky part, but I was hoping that the compassion he showed me would be extended to the helpless child I was about to send to him. I place Raditz in a carrier before placing a note against him and hand the male directions. "Take him here...please," I whisper fatigued from the whole ordeal.
"Rest, Bardock," the male replies, "and I'll do this for you. I just...hope that you know what you are doing."
As I slowly fade off into the darkness, I can't help but hope the same for myself along with the hope that Tora did as I asked.
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