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Prince, Tear Me Apart	By : olliesensei Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey guys. Sorry I have not been updating much- college has been demanding so I was getting work out the way. I’m here now, and seeing the other review from Cara9001 (THANKS!)…whew Hopefully, It will make more sense! ONWARD.

Goku landed on the barren training grounds that Bulma insisted Vegeta might have gone earlier the day before. It was a broad expanse of land and the spirited saiyan knew that it might take a while to search. He remembered when they used to spar out here and the way the earth trembled underneath their brutal attacks. Shortly after, they would lie panting and sweating on the hard ground, exhausted; the goofy saiyan would congratulate the older for a great spar, but Vegeta would silently scowl. Goku smiled inwardly as he committed to memory how the proud saiyan would want to go on for hours till he beat him. He’s gotten stronger most likely from all the training Vegeta has been doing, Goku was sure of it. The super saiyan admired Vegeta; he never would give up. Goku missed that. Maybe once I find him, he’ll want to spar with me, Goku hoped.
“Vegeta!” He called out, his voice echoing and carrying out. Goku continued to walk around feeling as if maybe Vegeta was somewhere else and that he was wasting his time here. His eyes scanned the horizon. Goku caught sight of a crater, it looked like, and that was quite a distance away from his current position. He couldn’t recall Chi-Chi telling him about a meteor crashing these past few days. He studied it and quickly he came to the conclusion this was definitely man-made. Not by humans though. Goku scrutinized the ground hard, willing clues to jump out. He heightened his saiyan sense picked up the prince’s scent. As a matter of fact, the smell permeated in the air; Vegeta was here and either this extensive crater was made while he trained or something else might’ve happened. Frantically, he scanned the area again and noticed rock boulders that were oddly shaped as if recently modified. Goku could easily tell that it was a result of a fight and he knew Vegeta wouldn’t fling himself on it. There was definitely a struggled yet it ended pretty quick, judging from the lack of other destructive indications; the thought made him shiver, especially if Vegeta was caught off guard or overwhelmed then there was definitely a reason to be worried. Vegeta, where are you…
Goku’s head snapped upward towards the bright sky and clouds as he registered an incoming ki approaching. It was faint and he had barely caught it fast enough to instant transmission to a hiding location, crouched behind a jutting dirt mound. A solid thud reached his ears signaling that whoever it was, landed close. He narrowed his eyes, peaking from behind at the unidentified person. Saiyan armor? Goku wondered. He took in the similar style of saiyan armory, noticed the person crouch low near the deep indentation of the mini crater and close his eyes as if lost in pensive thought. Goku sensed something off about the guy; maybe it was the way he held himself, as if he was tightly coiled and would spring at any moment. The saiyan prepared himself to catch this intruder off guard. Maybe he knows something about Vegeta.
"Reveal yourself," the intruder directed calmly, reverting his now open eyes towards the dirt mound. The spiky-haired Goku ducked his head out of view as he struggled with the thought that the other might have seen him. After all, he did not lower his ki. Perhaps he should instant transmission back to Capsule Corporation and report to Bulma his suspicions, but he knew that would inevitably cost more time to find out where his friend was. And this guy might know where! His mind was not fully made up, but he found himself stepping out of the safety of the mound, into view.
Karce took in the bright orange gi with a dark blue undershirt that matched with the sash tied tightly around the other's waist. He duly noted that this person standing before him does not take after Vegeta. Frieza made certain that he was well prepped for the job, assaulting him with names and important events that he was held accountable to be familiar with; this was what made him so efficient with his type of occupation.
"Kakarrot, I presume?" Karce rose to his full height, catching Goku by a few inches.
"Goku," he corrected, his tone belied the apprehension he felt with the other knowing the name only Vegeta called him. Goku dismissed the thought that the guy could be saiyan, for instead of tan skin, he sported a pale blue- almost like a periwinkle blue and his hair was a deep dark blue in a short, bed head style, "and yours?"
"..Karce. I know quite a lot about you, Goku. You've been a nuisance to my Lord," He examined further, "Your power rivals his,"
"Why are you here?" Immediately, Goku crouched into a loose fighting stance not sure if Karce was a threat. His Lord? There were only a few villains that he fought and their names evaded him.
"The same reason you are here. To lose myself in this-- sweet smell," A sly smirk graced his face as Goku's eyes bulged, connecting the dots. There was no doubt in Goku's mind that this guy, this Karce had something to do with Vegeta disappearing and he needs to find out and fast.
"Where's Vegeta!" The saiyan bellowed, slowly powering up as wave of cracking ki flowed around him, making tiny pebbles rumble on the ground.
Karce itched for a fight. Ever since Frieza kicked him out of the room, he wanted to pummel the lizard; to feel bones breaking under his grasp. However, the tyrant had a tremendous hold over him that steeled his anger: His planet, Blizardin. Until his planet was released from Frieza's interest, Karce will obey Frieza. I will give him more than enough time to deal with Vegeta. Instantaneously, the Blizardian flared his power, which appeared a crackling blue swirling around him and shot Goku a chilled smile.
"He's home,"

Vegeta's eyes felt heavy. He could have slept more, but it felt as if he has been sleeping his entire life. His mind was in a jumble and he struggled to gather his wits back together. A sudden draft brought Vegeta in the present, bluntly as he snapped upward on the hard makeshift bed. Looking down, he realized his lower half was bare to the world and bruising was beginning to show around his thighs; what was left of his true saiyan armor was soiled with his fluids. Flashes of memory from the previous day left him snarling and clenching his fists hard enough to draw blood.
"Damn it all!" He swore to no one in particular and his tail swayed, irritated. The prince needed to find some new attire. He swung his feet over the edge and quickly got out of the bed; gasping, Vegeta's knees buckled at the pain in his backside. The saiyan steadied himself using the bedposts. At this vantage point, Vegeta saw a gruesome scene of a dead body that blocked his way out. Straightening his back, he ignored the pain and examined the corpse. It was almost unrecognizable due to the fact that its face seemed to have imploded in itself and the blood that leaked from the lacerations on the starch white neck and eye sockets, made it no different. However, just by viewing the armor and lanky features of the body, Vegeta surmised that this is the body of Decke, the loudmouth- or was, rather. He couldn't remember specific details of the night, but he had a faint recollection that the perverted fuck was most certainly there and this Frieza must have ousted him. After eyeing the armor that Decke wore, he tore the rest off his body and managed to remove the armor from the dead goon and dressed himself. This will have to do.
The short saiyan groaned as his stomach rumbled to life, reminding him he had not eaten since the blasted ordeal. His mind wondered at the blue-haired harpy’s skills in the kitchen, which far excused her annoying attributes such as her incessant chatter. Her food towards the beginning of his stay at Capsule Corporation was odd, probably since he had not tasted Earth’s food, yet slowly it grew on him. Earth grew on him. You have become weak. Again, he cursed the Gravity Room for its’ incompetence but inside he knew it wasn't just his strength that was being threatened. Vegeta heard voices passing by the room and he lowered his ki as well as his stance to avoid being detected. After the foreign voices passed, he ducked his head out of the threshold to peer into various long hallways that seemed to have no end.
Quickly, Vegeta made his way down the left hall which displayed through broad windows pitch black darkness filled with stars and distant planets. Space. And Earth was not far off because he could see it in the next window. This fact should have unsettled the prince but somewhere deep inside, he felt—a sort of ease here, like he has been here before. As a matter of fact, Vegeta swept the lengthy hall with a glance, it looked familiar. A series of slide doors got closer with his speedy gait.
“I’ve haven’t had a girl in months,”
“You? Geez, my balls are turning blue,”
“Do you think Lord Frieza would throw us a couple? Kami knows he has more than enough,” Laughter.
To avoid being spotted, he pushed a corresponding button that opened two doors. Vegeta’s deep brown eyes caught the sight of a space pod that was floating on the outside of the ship, within the second door. He slipped inside.
“Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” A loud siren blasted on the ship and a roaring megaphone attached to the walls rung to life.
“It seems we have a wanderer roaming aboard. He will be dressed as a soldier. Bring him to me and you will be rewarded,” A shrill-like voice that brought dread slipping down Vegeta’s spine reported calmly.
Vegeta surveyed the room immediately, taking in an array of computer screens and lifeless buttons in standby mode. He swiped at a lone switch which brought the room, button controls, and screens humming to life. Again, a megaphone which screeched on the far side of the chamber, sounded.
“It seems we have a wanderer roaming aboard. He will be dressed as a soldier. Bring him to me and you will be rewarded,”
“Shut up, Shut up!” Vegeta yelled in frustration as he thumbed a joystick to highlight the planet Earth but his voice was drowned out by the speaker. The space pod hissed open as well as the short and narrow connecting doorway that allowed it to stay together with the ship, revealing two seated white cushions and more buttons. One huge flashing button, beckoned Vegeta to press it. His hand hovered over not sure why he was hesitating. Earth has weakened me. The saiyan shook his head as to clear out the blasphemy. He wanted to go back to the gang, even though he could tell he was barely tolerated within the group; he wanted to go back to Bulma- To Kakarrot. Now was not the time to have second opinions; not with the rushing of running feet and confusion that took place outside of the room in the corridors. A dull thud of the entry door hardly registered in Vegeta’s bustling thoughts.
“Going somewhere, my princeling?”
Vegeta tensed and it was hard to stop himself from turning around- he still had time. He could make it, his hand motionless on top of the inviting button. The Prince of all Saiyans spat out its’ name, “Frieza,”
But he was not prepared for the hot breath that he felt suddenly on his exposed neck. Barely containing the gasp that escaped his clenched lips, Vegeta cringe as Frieza covered his hand with his own cool one.
“I feel- that you have forgotten me, Vegeta,” The lizard spoke softly in his sensitive ear, tickling the small hairs that was located at his nape, “Forgotten your training, my touch---”
“Only a pathetic fool would want you!” He insulted, snapping out of his unmoving body state and jerked away. The prince hoped that the ceasing of his heartbeat, when Frieza mentioned his lack of memory, went unnoticed.
“—your etiquette,” Frieza finished as if the other didn’t interrupt him. He pressed his lower half against Vegeta, effectively pinning him to the circuit board of buttons, “You must’ve. The fun we had after I destroyed that wretched excuse of a warrior planet…” Frieza pulled Vegeta’s short chin upward towards the screen, with his free hand, portraying Earth; he was met with some resistance on Vegeta’s half. The lizard pressed down his other hand that lay on top of Vegeta’s and mashed the launch button. No! Vegeta was force to watch the connector detach from the ship and the space pod dashed into the black galaxy, bound to Earth and empty.
“The first time you went in heat, you practically begged me,” Frieza whispered harshly in Vegeta’s ear.
“Let go of me!” Recoiling from his touch and the onslaught of new, restored memory assaulted his brain, making him cry out.

Young Vegeta clung to the edge of his chamber, breathing erratically and eyes barely able to stay open from the strange discomfort he felt so suddenly during his training. His sparring partner looked at him with growing concern, especially with Lord Frieza gazing at them curiously and insisted on walking him to his room.
‘No, Nappa, I’ll be fine,’ the teen assured weakly.
But the pain grew and it overwhelmed his senses, jacking it them to overdrive, it felt like. Vegeta clumsily removed his saiyan armor and boots as he got close to his bedding because he was burning up from the inside. Unbeknownst to him, Frieza stood at the doorway watching at first, then stalking slowly towards the unsuspecting saiyan, slightly amused how Vegeta’s furry tail wrapped around his arm as if inviting him.
Vegeta turned as his breath caught in his throat as he stared upward at Frieza. He flinched when the lizard caressed his cheek and staring into his bottomless brown eyes as if the answer to his behavior lied there. Frieza smirked then pushed Vegeta roughly on the large bed, earning a gasp.
“I see now, this desire written so plainly on your face. Must be coming of age, hm? Looking so delicious...”
“N-no” Vegeta, in his haze of a mind, felt something off. It must’ve been the way Frieza was looking at him or the way the lizard suddenly grip his blue spandex suit and rip it off, revealing toned, flawless skin glistening in a little perspiration with a hard erection.
“This is what you want, yes? For me to mount you,” Rough fingers grasped Vegeta’s inner thighs and pulled him closer, slightly rubbing the teen’s member with his clothed one. The prince mewled and bucked his hips trying to get more friction and release from the torture he was unfamiliar with, “Beg me, little one,”
Frieza was hard. Watching Vegeta squirm underneath him made it pulsate and long to bury itself deep inside. Noticing the confusion in the youth’s eyes—yes his emotions lie in his eyes—made it even more enjoyable. He reached inside his spandex black shorts and whipped out his purple length and teasingly rubbed its tip at Vegeta’s entrance; Frieza took in the way it clenched and unclenched, impatiently.
Vegeta panted, legs spread waiting for something, he wasn’t sure. He just wanted the pain, the ache, to go away. He reached for Frieza,
“Please!” Vegeta whimpered, trying to impale himself with Frieza’s impressive member. He howled as the lizard wasted no time in capturing Vegeta’s wrists in one hand, pinning them to the bed and hoisting the teenager’s ass upward, plunging inside his tight hole. His thrusts were relentless as the brute strength rocked the bed against the wall.
“Please, please, please,” The prince chanted, begging for more, begging for release. Frieza’s tail rubbed his own stimulating him more. His eyes bulged as something within him lit up, sending pleasure straight to his untouched erection; Vegeta moaned loud, back bowed and body tensing.
Beautiful. Frieza was beginning to sweat profusely, losing himself in watching the young one. His increased the speed of his thrusts, making sure to strike the newly discovered bundles of nerves deep within the prince, was spurred on by the now tighter entrance of Vegeta. Frieza could tell by the high pitch of his moans that the young lad was close; he raped his pupils over Vegeta taking in the pumping chest with hardened nipples and glistening body, eyelids heavy trying to stay conscious, and lastly the lean tan legs that were wrapped around his white waist.
“L-Lord Frieza,” Vegeta cried out, a blinding light hindered his eyesight and stilled, body overwrought as his length burst out, coming on his own chest. Frieza continued to pump into Vegeta a couple of more times till he filled his young charge with his essence, with a loud grunt. Blinding Light.

Author's Note I feel good about this chapter, pushing the plot along slowly and I'm not trying to rush. Leave some feedback of what you think :) I'll continue to update slowly but surely! By the way, I do not have a BETA reader so do excuse my grammatical errors.
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