Past To future

Things are about to get messy, if you don\'t like child molestation, or were offended by the raping of Napa, than Turn away now. This second half of chapter three will be even more graphic...(I am hoping) than all the other crap up until now. That being said...ON WITH THE STORY, and REVIEW!


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Ages are as follows

Napa: 33
Raditzu: 18
Vegeta: 7
Goku: 6

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(A/N: There is going to be a lot of Saiyago in this part of the story, so if you want to understand everything they are saying without scrawling to the bottom and back every single time they speak, please print of the translation list at the bottom. I am sorry for the inconvenience. It took me longer to write then it will take you to read it, just remember that.)

“Mmmmmmm,” Napa said on the TV screen, looking around the rather large room they stood in. Vegeta watched the bald Saiyan look back towards what he recognized as a transporter panel. Napa walked up to it and examined the panel on the wall and the pad besides it. There were instructions on the wall, they were written in common, unfortunately—Vegeta knew—Napa could hardly read common. “Locking instructions maybe? Obviously, we don‘t want people appearing out of thin air in our room. . .can you come over here and read this sha?”

The room burst into laughter again, all eyes on the TV again. Mortified, Vegeta found himself frozen in place, he couldn’t even move to destroy the source of their entertainment. Dear god, they are all laughing at my friends! There is no honor in this!

Raditzu came up behind his mate, reading the panel easily enough. “They are. . .” Raditzu confirmed, punching a few keys, a smile playing over his features. “This technology is incredible.”

Napa leaned closer, pressing up against his mate‘s back. “Hmmmm, that alien made me all bothered,” He purred in common. Vegeta could guess from past experiences that Napa’s erection was probably poking Raditzu in his lower back telling him just how bothered he felt. Raditzu visibly shiver against Napa‘s broad chest, “Bed? Now? Yes?”

“The Ape can’t even speak common!” Furiza declared and the room burst into another round of hearty guffaws. “So, Vegeta, are all of you this dumb?”

On the Tv, Raditzu was turning to face his mate. Vegeta watched in sick horror when his friend shoved Napa away from him. “Me’cuth suru non am’ou me’cuth’tara dahta cre’a nah me’nara do’me le’u uewatar. (1)” Raditzu hissed before pouncing on his mate, dragging him to the ground, already tearing at the clothing that separated them.

“Raditzu, Kanan suru re’covic am’ou re’covic asht suru’tet? (2.)” Napa whimpered in a breathy moan, tangling his hands into the other Saiyan’s wild hair. Vegeta couldn’t believe what he was seeing, the larger Saiyan dragged his mate down capturing Raditzu’s mouth for a heated kiss. He saw tongues tangling while hands began to explore and touch, stroke and tease.

“What the HELL are they saying?” Someone shouted and Vegeta found all eyes on him again. Furiza only smiled, that hateful knowing smile.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s a good porn, isn’t it men? Something we can watch over and over again,” Furiza said and the room erupted into shouts of agreement. Furiza left Vegeta’s side, the child’s attention once again sucked up by what his friends were doing on the TV. Was this. . . Mating?

Breaking the kiss, Raditzu panted, shredding the thin shirt his mate wore. Vegeta heard a soft snarl and knew Raditzu was more than likely thinking of all the things he was going to do to that bastard Zarbon when he got his hands on him. Vegeta could see quite a few new scars from his perspective, and knew that the rapist must have inflicted them “I will kill him,” Raditzu whispered, and Vegeta was sure he was the only one to hear those words.

“No,” Napa growled, let his hands travel from Raditzu’s long hair down to his mate’s shoulders, trying to push him lower.

“Napa,” Raditzu whispered, nuzzling his mate’s chest in much the same way he had the doctor. “Me’cuth sha re’covic yesa shlazuma. (3).” Finding another new scar, Raditzu began lapping at it, tracing it’s path on his lover’s stomach over and over again. Vegeta was sure that the behavior he was witnessing was born of the need to clean his lover‘s wounds. Reaching down Raditzu tore the remaining clothing from Napa’s hips.

“I know what they said!” Someone shouted suddenly, they sounded drunk and mean. “I’ve got fleas, here let me share!” The crowd burst into rowdy laughter, making Vegeta growl.

“THAT ISN’T WHAT HE SAID,” Vegeta found himself shouting, but not being heard by the gaggle fuck that stood around watching this act of love.

“Me’cuth sha re’covic ma‘g,” Napa groaned, his hands coming up to play with his own nipples. Vegeta watched in growing anger, the others making subtitles of their own for Napa’s beautiful words.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got enough, thanks!” Someone chimed in. “I’ll just play with myself while you get some of my crabs down there.”

Raditzu wondering lower, following trails of scars that Zarbon had left on Napa‘s stomach and hips. “Oh GILDS (5)..” Napa arched his up off of the floor, his face contorting in some unimaginably strong feeling. Vegeta could see how happy Napa was but he knew if the mates could here what these people were saying about them . . .

There pride would be hurt…what sort of honor is this? Does that bastard Furiza even know what honor is?

“SHUT UP, SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!” The small prince cried, his tail’s fur was standing on end from his anger. Standing in front of the Tv, he waived his arms in hopes to get their attention, but he had no effect on the them what so ever. It might have worked if he were tall enough to block their view, but his hair barely stood tall enough to be on level with the TV’s stand‘s bottom shelve.

“Gilds means crabs, don’t it monkey boy?” The mean drunk man who started this little game chuckled, leaning down to peer into the angry prince’s face. Vegeta could only snarl, too angry to respond to the freaky purple alien.

Vegeta could hear Raditzu purring softly behind him and glanced over his shoulder to see his friend holding Napa’s hips down while he leaned forward and ran his tongue over the underside of Napa’s…Growling he tried not to blush, tried not to purr himself but someone in the crowd noticed.

“Aw, what’s wrong my prince? Jealous?” Vegeta recognized the voice even when it had traveled all the way from the back of the gang of horny on lookers.

“FURIZA,” Vegeta growled in rage, fighting his way back towards where he heard the bastard’s voice.

“Gods, what a SLUT! Look at him deep throat the bald one!” Someone whooped to the left of the Prince. Vegeta wouldn‘t have been distracted from his goal of beating the shit out of furiza if the comment hadn‘t been so vulgar. Turning sharply the Prince slammed his foot into the back of the fat toad man’s head, sending him crashing into several of his buddies.

“SHUT UP!”

Turning towards Furiza again, he ignored the groans he heard from the TV. He ignored the cat calls of ‘Cry Baby,’ and ‘Weakling,’ When he heard someone sob on the Television.

“Raditzu,” Napa panted, his voice strained and thick with lust. Vegeta stood before the Lizard Lord who had taken a seat in a thrown like chair. “Re’covic asht yesaaaahhhh namarsh’a . . . ”(6). Napa’s shaky voice was drowned out by the laughter of the crowed, only stirring the little Prince’s anger further.

“Enjoying the show my little monkey prince?” He asked, his tongue flicking out to graze over an object he held between two fingers. It appeared to be a candy of some type because it was melting between the lizard’s fingers coating them with white gooey cream.

Vegeta growled, “TURN IT OFF RIGHT NOW YOU BASTARD!”

Furiza’s tail snapped around Vegeta’s neck, hoisting him into the air. “I don’t like your tone, and I don’t like the way you are growling at me. I am not one of your slut friends, I don’t communicate with grunts growls and scents on the air.” Furiza hissed letting the Prince drop just as the young cub began to claw at the tail that held him. Reaching down he grabbed Vegeta by his hair and dragged the child into his lap, wrapping an arm around the prince’s waist to keep him there.

“I am going to beat that habit out of you Vegeta,” Furiza informed the child, popping the last bit of the melted candy into his mouth.

Vegeta panted for breath, not even realizing that the creature had him exactly where he wanted him. “Turn it off,” Vegeta whispered, his throat already beginning to bruise and swell, making breathing hard.

“Only if you will put on a show yourself.” Furiza whispered. Feeling the small child shudder against him, stirred a sick primal lust inside of him.

“What sort of. . .” The prince stopped himself, the laughter of the crowd swimming back into his reality. He didn’t care what sort of show he had to put on, just as long as those bastards stopped laughing at his friends. . . His subjects. “I’ll do it.”

“Good boy,” Furiza said, a smile playing over his face. Producing a remote control from somewhere, he turned the TV off.

“Hey, Lord Furiza, that was getting good, why’d ya have to turn it off?” Someone complained but Furiza ignored them.

“Now for you’re part of the deal,” Furiza whispered in the Prince’s ear, chilling him to the bone. Cold fingers came to Vegeta’s lips, covered in slick sweet fluid. “Open your mouth.”

Vegeta hesitated, his eyes locking with the cold cruel orbs of his captor. Shuddering in revulsion, he let the fingers into his mouth, the taste of sweet candy hardly covering up the salty bitter taste of alien skin. The group of men that had flocked around the TV must have realized what was going on because now there were almost a dozen eyes on the prince and the Lord Furiza.

“Are you going to behave Vegeta? I could always turn the TV on again. . . Fast forward it to the really graphic parts. You’ve got to hear how Raditzu screams when he orgasms. . . .just like a little bitch.” Furiza whispered, removing his fingers from the child’s mouth, trailing them down a well defined jaw. Over a muscular neck, towards the edge of the medic’s garb he wore. “Don’t even say a word, you utter a sound and it comes back on and I beat on you until I grow tired.”

Vegeta nodded slowly, trying not to shiver uncontrollable under the icy touch of the tyrant. He never knew it was possible to be so cold. How could that candy have possibly melted in this ice cube’s hands?

“Good. . .” The lizard said, smiling, his other hand coming up under the prince’s shirt. The others were starting to leave, but a few interested men were hanging around watching with hungry eyes. “You know for mammals, your kind have nice bodies. I wonder if you are hung like your friends.”

He didn’t understand a lot of the words Furiza was using, but he nearly screamed in shock and fear when an icy hand slipped into the loose fitting pants the doctor had given him. Fingers slid over his sex, and the Prince found himself clinging to Furiza’s chest.

“What’s wrong Vegeta, you don’t like me touching that?” He whispered, his lizard like tongue snaking out to run over Vegeta’s ear. “You are well hung. I can’t wait until you become old enough to use this. I’ll make you one of my sex slaves.”

Vegeta wanted nothing more than to run away, to run screaming and crying to Raditzu and Napa. To tell his friends what this lizard had done to him, where he had touched him. But. . . . But. . . This was all there fault! If Raditzu and Napa. . .if they had any control over themselves, he wouldn’t be sitting in this bastard’s lap. Feeling hot tears stream down his cheeks, he grit his teeth against the pain of nails racking up his now bear back.

“Such nice skin,” Furiza commented to the men who were now standing much closer than they had been before. Vegeta could smell the sexual frustration rolling off of the men in sickening waves, he could smell Furiza’s own arousal and it almost made him gag.

The pants came off and Vegeta sat naked in the lord’s lap, shivering from the freezing cold that surrounded him. The men were licking their lips, coming closer and closer to him. Furiza was fiddling with something in his lap and Vegeta couldn’t take another second of it.

Sobbing, he leapt from Furiza’s lap dashing for the nearest door he saw. He would have went for the transporters but he didn’t even have a clue on how to use those, and he wasn’t anywhere tall enough to operate the controls even if he were.

“Get him,” Furiza said, lifting his hips off of the seat enough to pull his pants down to his knees.

Vegeta had thought he had been afraid last night, this had to be the most frightening thing he had ever seen in his life. Finding himself cornered, surrounded by murderous men he had never seen before, and the lizard with his cock out and read to . . . To.. . .

“Jaisu, have your way with him, I want a good show or I will blow my load in your ass instead of in my hand,” Furiza hissed, eyes narrowing. Vegeta could see the contentment in those eyes, the amusement, and for a second Vegeta was positive that the freak had planed every last detail of this. . .torture. . .to pay him back for last night.

One of the men, a small red one with fluffy white hair shoved his way into the corner where Vegeta trembled. Bearing his teeth at the weird alien, Vegeta dared him to try and hurt him.

“What sharp teeth, you plan on biting me?” The creature laughed, kicking Vegeta in the face, catching the Prince off guard, sending his head to smash against the wall. “Oops, not any more, huh?” The other men were laughing, their humor sounding like jagged rusty knifes in the Prince’s ears. Struggling to his feet, he turned in time to catch the movement of the short orange alien out of the corner of his eyes before the beast was behind him.

Strong arms held him still and Vegeta was horrified to realize, he could feel something hard pressing against his ass. After being around Raditzu and Napa all his life, he could recognize what an erection was when it was pressing against him. Struggling uselessly against his attacker, he tried to get away again.

Vegeta felt a strong hand slid down his back and a hot wet mouth come to his ear. “I’m so sorry,” It whispered as if that was supposed to make him feel better. That hand fondled his ass, and stroked his tail softly before turning to pull down it’s owners pants.

He couldn’t struggle any more, his ki fleeing from him, driven away by his fear. He could feel naked, hot, hard flesh pressing against his bare ass. There were two slick fingers down there, prodding his opening, smearing cold, slick fluids over his vulnerable body.

“Jaisu, what are you doing! Stop playing around and fuck him already!” Vegeta heard Furiza bark, gritting his teeth he squeezed his eyes shut, expecting the worst. What he got was a gentle finger slipping into his ass, quickly followed by another, it hurt but not nearly as bad as he had feared from watching those shows on breading. The alien’s other hand slid down his bear chest, pinching at his nipples, tracing over his muscular stomach. Jaisu’s hot mouth was back and Vegeta froze, expecting things to start to take a turn for the worst. “Act like I’m hurting you or someone really will kid.”

Groaning, Vegeta bit his lower lip, a pleasant feeling washing over him when those fingers brushed over something deep inside of him that had begun to ache. Letting his eyes open, he stared at the ground, confusion washing over him when those fingers brought more shuddering pleasure. How could he possible act like this hurt when it was probably the most pleasant thing he had ever felt in his life, this was even better than having his tail brushed by his mother.

“GET OUT OF THE WAY! I’ll show you how it is done!” Vegeta’s line of sight was filled with the sharp taloned feet of the lizard right before he felt a searing blast of ki fly over his head and hit the orange creature square in the face. The fear was back, sharper than ever, what ever that orange Alien had been doing, it was not meant to hurt him.

Furiza had every intention of pounding him into the ground while he took his pleasure from his helpless little body. Squawking in fear, Vegeta tried to escape once again, only to have a fist catch his tail and haul him up short.

“AHHHHHH!”

“Yes, Zarbon told me all about the weakness in the tails.” Furiza hissed, shoving Vegeta onto his hands and knees. Still holding the Saiyan’s tail, he pulled on it, tugging Vegeta closer. Handling himself, he positioned behind the prince. “Jaisu is just too nice, I will have to make up for his weakness. So you’d better thank him when I’m done.”

Ripping pain, like nothing he had ever felt before shot through him, radiating like heat from below his tail. He could smell blood and knew that it was his, he could also smell another bodily fluid that he was familiar with. Semen. “Furiza, you bastard,” Vegeta spat, his limbs trembling, hardly supporting his weight.

“You think so?” Furiza chuckled coldly, licking Vegeta’s ear, his hands coming down to run over Vegeta’s undeveloped sex. “Well I think you’re a tight little cunt. I’m going to enjoy ever moment of this, and when I’m done, every one of my men will get a taste of your sweet ass. Zarbon, why don’t you turn that tape back on. I want our little Prince to watch and learn.”

Vegeta’s eyes snapped towards the man Furiza was talking to. The green haired man walked over to the TV, turning it back on and pressing another button on the stand below it. The screen lit up with familiar images of Raditzu and Napa’s faces almost right where it had left off the last time Vegeta had caught a glimpse of the video.

Furiza’s hand came up to grasp Vegeta’s chin firmly, forcing the prince to stare at the TV instead of the floor while he began to move. “You see that?” Furiza grunted, dark pleasure rumbling in his voice, “THAT is love. . . You’ll never have what they have. I will make sure of it…”

Vegeta felt hot tears trickle from the corners of his eyes, the physical pain blurring flawlessly into the emotional pain that had been building ever sense his kidnapping. He could see clearly what Napa and Raditzu were doing on the tape, “There is no difference,” He whispered to himself the tears flowing like twin rivers down his face now.

Napa held Raditzu close to him while he thrust his sex into Raditzu’s trembling body over and over again, both groaning, sensations that Vegeta couldn’t even begin to guess at washing over their faces and through their bodies. Raditzu looked so happy, his mouth hanging open in silent pleas while Napa’s hands fondled his hard shaft, his other hand teasing at hard nipples. Raditzu supported their weight on his hands and knees, ‘Just like me, its no different.’

‘Its no different, rape and mating, mating and breeding…there is no distinction between them. Its no different. Its no different. Its no different. Its no different. Its no different. Its no different. Its no different. Its no different. No different, no different. . . . .”

“NO!”

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(1). Me’cuth suru non am’ou me’cuth’tara dahta cre’a nah me’nara do’me le’u uewatar. (Mee-kut-he Suh-ruh Non Am-ow Mee-kut-he-tah-rah da-hat-ah Cr-ee-ay Nahe Mee-nah-rah doe-meh lee-oo Oo-eh-wah-tar.) I don’t think we can make it all the way over there.

(2). Kanan suru re’covic am’ou re’covic asht suru’tet? (Kah-nahn Suhruh Ree-coh-vis Am-ow Ree-ch-vis Ah-heh-sht Suh-ruh-teht) What do you think you are doing?

(3) Me’cuth sha re’covic yesa shlazuma. (Me-kut-he Shah Ree-coh-vis Yeh-sah Shlah-zoo-mah.) I love you so much .

(4). Me’cuth sha re’covic ma’g. (Me-kut-he Shah Ree-coh-vis Mah-gee.) I love you too.

(5). GILDS (Gihl-dz) Gods (Just said really loud and sexily.)

(6). Re’covic asht yesaaaahhhh namarsh’a . . . (Ree-coh-vis Ah-heh-sht Yeh-sah Nah-mar-shay) You are soooooo tight