Much Like Suffocating
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WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:
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.)
ALL RIGHTY. *rubs hands
together and looks up terms for the list of warnings: *
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.)
Gasp): bondage, shady professions, and
graphic descriptions. (Hopefully
graphic anywho.) Also, dirty language
doubtlessly.
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.
bunny (the plot bunny) until it went away.
And you see how far that got me.
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THAT
STUPID MOTHERFUCKING ICEJIN WAS GOING TO PAY WITH HIS LIFE.
jerked at the restraints on his arms again.
Felt his hips bucking up and knew what this was.
knew it. All along, somewhere, beneath
that fog, beneath the sense that he was ‘happy’ he had known.
The
truth.
Jerked
his arms again and said—knew he was shouting, knew it was the drugs—“What’s
your name now?” Remembered this
‘faceless it’ remembered him, who could forget the great Kakarot, he who
was here before Vegeta, he who had always stroked that place on his leg, he who
was always the one to pick up Freiza’s disastrous anger.
brought here, he had been younger then, much younger, and he had just accepted
Vegeta, had been the only one of the slaves that Freiza let near him, the only
one allowed to clean him up when the day was done.
Felt
his lungs heaving. Welcomed it.
The
heat around his erection was gone, and his whole body throbbed with that
pain. “Goku,” he said, “That’s my
name.”
He
jerked his hands again, felt something break, and sat up, felt the blood
dribbling out of his mouth. “Clothes,”
he said. Reached his hands up, ran his
fingers over the strange, darkened skin and the green eyes.
what he knew was inside. But the pain
was all over his skin again, starting deep in his erection, deep inside his
skin and spiraling outward.
Goku
pulled that stupid cloak he had been wearing, covered him up in it.
again, was terrified then, terrified that he could slip back into that sense
that nothing was real but the now, that nothing existed or had ever existed but
his life as a whore. Felt the arms of
Bardock’s son go around him, then there was a cold sweeping wind, a draft like
a fucking iceberg.
“She’s
blind,” Goku whispered to him, like a comfort.
It
was. And he shivered in that wind,
wondered how much Goku knew about him, wondered how deep the scars ran in
him. Blind. Blind so she can’t see you wrapped up in a dirty cloak, can’t see
the house you came out of. Blind so
she’ll never know it was you that she saved.
B.
He
shivered, felt the last of his thoughts slipping away from him and the screams
came. From the pits of him.
on and trusted. Trusted that Bardock
and his son both knew this nightmare and would somehow save him from it so he
could make good on this revenge.
~~~***
Bulma
picked herself up off the floor, fixed her shirt, pocketed the new ‘sample’ and
turned her back to the display. Knew
that what was happening there was none of her damn business.
bound to serve Bardock’s every little favor, but that did not mean she knew
anything about the Prince of Saiyans or wanted to know anything about him or
his naked little self.
Her
part was done. Finished.
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blocked out the words too. Heard that
something was being said behind her, and ignored it too.
blessed the little midPrinPrince of Juro.
Blessed his telepathic abilities and the fact that he had gotten in good
with the teleporting princess of the dangerous frigid spider-type folks.
and then, in spackling of absolute black and sparks of purple, there appeared a
whole in reality, everything was drawn in and then shoved back out, and there
stood a painfully pale woman, dressed all in black with pitch color hair all
down her back, so long it pooled on the ground.
“Hey,
Chi,” she said, turned to look over her shoulder when the screaming sounded,
and saw the Prince curled up in Goku’s arms.
Saw him stand on the bed and move over next to her.
in front of the bitch-princess. Not
because it would ever be repeated, but because everyone was being real
hush-hush about this here operation.
Felt
the webs wrap around her, looked at Goku, and at the Prince, and closed her
eyes. Thought that this fucking plan
had so better work. Then reality
blinked out of existence.
When
it returned to focus, they were standing on a ship. With the midget Prince himself—finally dressed in the colorful
attire that distinguished his small race from all others—standing there.
for the job.”
“Whatever
chibi,” she said. Was shoved out of the
way by Goku who carried the Prince through the ship that he probably recognized
as well as he would have his own home.
As far as she had been informed, he had been living on this ship for ten
years.
“Where’s
he going?” Krillin asked. Put his small
hands on his hips.
She
sighed. “I would assume he’s going to
take care of our new roomie, Krillin. I
could be wrong though. He could be
going to make popcorn and watch porn.”
And all of sudden, she felt immensely unclean. Remembered the way that maggoty icejin had stared at her, and
wondered if there was a way to catch a disease just from the way someone moved
their eyes over you. Tried to imagine
if she could survive what those two had.
Thought that if she had been in their situation she would have slit her
fucking wrists the moment she remembered what she was.
“But…”
Krillin said, “The Prince is fine.
Bardock said the Prince would be fine.”
Chichi—the
spidery-bitch-Princess—cocked her head to one side. Turned her blind eyes to the floor and sighed.
~~~***
Murder
it. Smash its head in and scoop its
tiny fucking brain out and crush it with his finger tips.
down—realized he was sitting in some kind of chair—and saw that once again
Bardock’s son—Goku? Was his name Goku
now?—was stroking him. But not with his
mouth, not now. Just with his hand, and
he was watching his face. Amazed,
apparently, and maybe even a little terrified.
I
wonder, Vegeta thought as he panted and scooted his hips forward, I wonder just
how much Bardock didn’t tell his son.
Grit his teeth for a moment and thought that if the kid—Shit, how many
years younger was he? Four, five?—was
going to give him this coherent time, he was going to take advantage of it to
make a few things known. “Nobody…” he
choked out, felt his head go back against the chair, felt his hands gripping
the arms. “Sees…”
“But
me,” Goku replied, “I’m not leaving you alone.”
“Fine,”
he panted. Opened his eyes again,
looked into the strange eyes.es"> Reached a
hand up again, felt his whole body moving like a tide against the hand on him.
eyes. One at a time, revealed the
darkness of the eyes under. Wanted to
say more.
Wanted
to tell the kid not to worry. Not to
worry that he would lose his mind. That
fucker had tried for years to break him and he hadn’t broke.
pretty box and covered him fucking oil.
Put a device in his mouth to keep his mind shut up and sent him out to
play and dance with all the other pretty whores.
But
he hadn’t broke him.
Vegeta
clung to that, treasured it as he moved endlessly against the hand on him.
of his life. Had to believe because
when he had faced the blade and the choice this is what he had asked for.
Life.
Frieza
could not break him, had beaten him, had fought him, had held him down and
marked his skin, but he had never broken him.
So he gave Vegeta a choice.
Death or Life. Death or this
life.
He
had not broke.
“Stop,”
he said, wrapped his hand around the wrist that was moving against him.
Licked his lips and felt the blood drying there.
“This
part takes weeks,” Goku said. Slowed
down but didn’t stop right away, must have known—had to have known what it felt
like. “At least a week.”
He
looked at the black eyes, at the dark skin and saw real scars there, the sort
of which that no manner of healing would ever help. He nodded his head. “Want
to sleep,” he said. Needed to.
heavily, needed to sleep. Knew that if
he was allowed to, when cohesion left again, he could scream himself to
sleep. Needed that sleep, and
believed—truly believed—that if he could just sleep everything would be okay
again.
“Alright,”
Goku said. Pulled his hand away.
a bed, and shackled his hands together again, up above his head.
said, “I’m sorry.”
It
was slipping away again. He nodded one
last time, felt the scream rip from his throat, and all his thoughts were gone,
all that remained was the feeling of heat on his skin, the burn and the
emptiness, and he screamed.
~~~***
He
washed the shit out of his hair, scrubbed his skin until the dye started to
lighten again, and then—once the screaming had stopped—he left the shower and
went to the communications room. Found
that Chichi was standing in there. Face
tilted to one side as always, eyes wide and unblinking.
who he was because they had been around each other before.
Punched
the buttons on the console and the screen flickered, went white and then the
communication was accepted from the other end.
His father was there, glowering at him.
“Boy, you had better have good news.”
“Why?”
he asked.
“The
Puriot invasion is going to shit. Its
like they’re all so fucking stupid they can’t even invade an empty planet.”
Ah.
So, the King was two steps from complete death and the icejins were taking
advantage of this fact to attempt to come in and take over their family.
planned to take on Freiza and his family.
“No good news,” he replied, “Lost a lot of money placing a bet on a lame
horse.”
And
his father growled, deeply, frowned even more.
“Don’t call me until you’ve got better news than that.”
the screen went blank again. Goku
leaned back and looked at his hands, his fingers were pale again, and he
wondered why they had changed first.
Probably because they were exposed to the most soap.
Now
began the war.
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Probably
not the way everyone thought Vegeta was going to respond.
know yet. *wink *
Gk: I like
it better when you’re not drugged up when we hsex.sex.
Vegeta:
Hn. You’re not the only one.
Bulma: So,
Krillin and me and Chichi are all here.
Where are Yamcha and Master Roshi and Gohan?
Gk: *blink
* But…
Card doesn’t really like any of those characters.
Bulma: she doesn’t like Chichi either.
Gk: *looks
embarrassed * actually, she feels sorry
for her right now. Don’t worry it’ll
pass.
Vegeta:
Hello? We were talking about me
here!
Bulma: Look,
buddy, I can kick your ass.
Vegeta: As
if!
If I missed responding to your review just Yell at
me and I’ll respond. Promise.
K-GT:
Uh…
Chronicles. (If you’re not a fan of
Trunks & Goten, skip over the first few chapters of FC because its all
Truten smut. The sequel to Even More of
Us is there tho. )
Jaygoose:
Yes,
Krillin is a Prince (and aren’t you smug you got that right? )
be revealed in time. ) And Bulma has a
tail and ears—duh, everyone has ears—she has * cat * ears.
Noel:
I
started reading your fic. I liked what
I have read, but I got kicked off half way through when my computer hiccupped and
started to hate me.
Macha:
Thanks.
Setharo 07:
Oh!
I keep forgetting that song. “Send
the Pain Below” by Chevespanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Need to put
that up there in the warning/disclaimers area.
*Takes
plushie and squeezes it. Promises not
to torture the plushie the way she’s torturing the characters. *
we’ll just have to see what is going to happen. (And we’ll get to see the universe as a whole in contrast to just
Freiza’s little corner of perversity.)
Thanks for reading!
Mechanical Butterfly:
Well,
all I can tell you about Krillin & Bulma is that: Yes, Krillin is a Prince,
yes Bulma is not human and she’s from a separate planet from anyone else in the
fic. (For that matter so is Chichi) and
thus far, all we know is Bulma is helping because Bardock told her to (and she
owes him.) Soon, things will be said
that will make some of this make more sense.
I
like curiosity. I like that you’re
curious about my fic. *smiles like a
dope. *
Marie:
Aw,
don’t blush, you deserved all the praise you go. (and more. )
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in her own turn.* Thanks for your kind
words. Really, I can write very
quickly, and I always have been able to,(look at me with my ego…sheesh.)
Kodachi:
Ah.
pleased to see that he is
Getarian:
Oh,
you’re welcome. I wasn’t going to let
you keep reading something that upset you so much, dear.
having Chichi show up in the room in this chapter. I considered mentioning there was one more person that ‘saw’ him,
but then I figured she didn’t ‘see’ him and he was ‘free’ by that time and
covered up so it didn’t count. *meep
* Hopefully that’s the way others see
it too. Hate to have inadvertently lied.
Everyone
was supposed to skip over the ‘not human’ and ‘Prince’ parts with a cursory
little glance. So its alright that you
didn’t pick up on it.
And
THANK GOODNESS, my computer is fixed.
Am so happy! *sobs and hugs
computer * Took much less time than I
was worried it would take.
That’s it!
Have to go write chappies for three other fics now.
there, poor Princey dear—and…er…what’s the other one? OH! The Meaning of Pride—er,
can’t tell you what’s happening there, you have to read it.)