Past To future

A/N: This might be my last update for a while, I\'m putting this project on the back burner.
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Napa: 45
Raditzu: 30
Vegeta: 19
Goku: 18

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Screaming, I awoke from my nightmare. Looking around, I found myself safe in my climate controlled space pod. Leaning forward I fiddled with the toggles of my space pod, adjusting the heat and the lighting. I had been aboard this small, one man ship for nearly a year. It had been a very long mission to the other side of the universe, and all to explore the milky way galaxy and report that there was no life on my rout. Scrubbing my forehead with the back of my gloved hand, I tried to forget about my nightmare, my mind focusing on the mission at hand.

Why Furiza was interested in such distant galaxys was a mystery to me, but it kept me far far away from the tyrannical beast. Shuddering, I turned the heating controls up as far as they could go.

I still had horrible nightmares about the first time it had laid hands on me. Those freezing hands were all over me, his sticky essence dripping down my thighs. I had only been seven when he taught me all about sex, forcing me to do such tasks as; help him Masturbate, clean up his messes, play his bitch. “Furiza,” I whispered the name, still feeling chilled at the memory of that first contact I had with him.

Glancing to the heat monitor I saw that it was a hundred and twenty and the temperature was still rising. As if triggered by the read out on the heat sensors, I began to sweat profusely. At least I was no longer cold, I’d sooner watch my own skin bake off of my bone then be cold. However, when I realized that the temperatures were still climbing and were about to reach two hundred degrees, I decided enough was enough and returned them back to a fair ninety nine degrees.

Maybe I should set my sleep regulators again? I was board, something I really didn’t want to be out in the middle of space. When I got board. . .Furiza’s tortures would begin to replay themselves before my eyes. It was bad enough that I dreamed about that lizard every single night, but I did not want to have waking nightmares about this shit.

Running my gloved hands through my flame shaped hair, I thought about maybe making those new gloves out of the material I had bought at the last populated planet I had visited. It was a nice black silk like material, I’d wear them if I ever got free from this hell I lived in. . . .

Ah, but the gloves. I began playing with the simple white leather ones that I currently wore. I had picked up wearing them after one of the more . . . .disturbing punishments I had received. I had been sixteen then. . .it seemed like forever and a day ago but I could still remember it so clearly.

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“So tell me Vegeta. . . Why again have you failed to take down such an easy opponent? I chose this weak thing above all others to make you look good in that tournament, and it bests you in everything. Speed, agility, grace, technique, form. Did you know I BET on YOU in that last tournament bout!” The lizard said in increasingly sharper notes, indicating that he was getting very pissed very fast.

I hadn’t been able to say anything, Furiza’s tail had snapped around my throat, dragging me closer to his ugly, pasty, face. “You’re going to pay for loosing me even a piney of my money.” He seethed, his hands already shredding my clothes from my back. Those sharp claws cut into me, bringing the pain and the blood I was so used to by now.

Closing my eyes, I just slipped away and let him have his way with me, swimming in the pain and the misery that floated through me. Furiza usually didn’t give a shit if I screamed or turned catatonic during these little secession, just as long as he got to come he was happy. But not this time. . . . He had slapped me, bit me, beat me back into reality.

When he finally had my full attention he smirked down at me, “I am so disgusted with you, I don’t even want to touch you. . . So instead, you’re going to entertain me.” He informed me, dragging me by my tail over to his bed from the corner he had beaten me in. Throwing me on top of the soft mattress, he went to the com link on the wall and spoke to someone—I couldn’t tell who—in a foreign language I hadn’t ever heard before.

Before long I heard the wailing cry of a young teen and sat up on the bed wondering what was going on. My eyes landed on a creature I hadn’t seen in a very, very long time. Another young Saiyan. He was gorgeous, his skin was flawless and pail, his hair was long and spiked a lot like Raditzu’s his eyes were a brownish amber, and he was well built.

“You like him?” Furiza said, a nasty smirk on his face, motioning the guards who struggled with the young wild Saiyan. “Let him go.”

As soon as the guards undid the confines, the Saiyan charged towards me, throwing strong arms around my neck. His naked body trembling against mine, calling up emotions I hadn’t felt in a very long time; lust, desire, tinged with a mixture of…love.

“Me’cuthra Ou’g, me’cuthra. . . Veg‘ta sama, me‘cuthra ou‘g kudasa‘t cantrals me‘cuth, kudasa‘t! (1).” The young Saiyajin panted in my ear, I couldn’t help but shiver, feeling myself grow hard. Wrapping my arms around him, I held him closer, trying to sooth his fear away. Little did I know what this poor Saiyajin was about to be used for.

“Owgee, I guess that is your Saiyajin title, huh?” The great lizard said with amusement, coming to run a hand through the terrified Saiyan’s hair. Feeling the young teen flinch and cling to me harder, I found his tail and began to stroke it softly knowing exactly what he was feeling right now. “Well Prince, this little fella here doesn’t know a word of common. He is fucking useless to me. . .I want you to teach him. . .”

I locked eyes with the beast, wondering what the hell he could be up to. That almost sounded like a decent thing to do, almost humane. Turning my attention back to the teenager in my arms, I realized he was blushing profusely, shame painting his feature. Letting my eyes run over his body I realized he was getting aroused too, probably from me stroking his tail. Sighing I whisper in his ear. “Suru’n frentam. (2)” I couldn’t save myself from this place, but I was going to save this young one if I could. What ever Furiza’s game was…

“But I have no need for weak idiots,” Furiza snapped, drawing me back from my thoughts. The ice lord tangled his hand in the long lovely hair I was beginning to like. The young Saiyan yelped, tears brimming in his eyes when the great lizard tugged him away from me by that lovely long hair. “So I want to make sure he is strong enough before I invest your time into him.”

I wanted to snarl, but I couldn’t, if I made a noise that sounded anything like an animal’s growl. .. . .Furiza would beat me to a bloody pulp and let me heal on my own and the gods only KNEW what he‘d do to this handsome young Saiyan.

“So I want you to. . . .mate. . . . .him for me, see if he survives. If he does, I will let you take care of him. . . Take care of his punishments. . . His feedings. I won’t touch him ever again. . . .and you get to have a mate. If he doesn’t survive then. . .just another dumb monkey dead.” Furiza said, stroking the hair of the trembling teen that was spread out before me. Just looking at that fine bodied teen had me aching for contact.

“Yes Lord Furiza,” I said, my eyes never leaving the beautiful teen’s. He looked so frightened, so lost, where had the cruel lizard come up with such a fine specimen of Saiyajin?

“Hn.. . .” Furiza said, walking away from the bed, taking a seat in a chair nearby. I knew that freak was going to watch and enjoy every moment of this.

(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 or copy and paste it. I am sorry for the inconvenience. It took me longer to write then it will take you to read it, just remember that.)

“Suru’n Frentam Me’cuthra le’hanna Sa’ya’gn.” I whispered so that only he could hear. Crawling over him I let my eyes wonder over his body one more time. If Furiza’s orders were to worship this fine piece of Saiyan ass, than it would be the easiest mission I had ever been given. This particularly fine piece of tail had absolutely no scars what so ever, he truly was. . . perfect. Feeling him shiver underneath me I purred softly, running a hand through his thick mane. Locking eyes with the beautiful Saiyan, I thought about informing him of what was about to happen. . . “Me’cuthra Gilard gillat me’cuth’tab yal habyard’a. Era me‘cuth‘tab suru‘n me‘cuth‘tab ah‘tet shondragan a‘ shonkalah. Era re‘covic suru‘n gillat habyard‘a kudasa‘t makendra re‘covic su‘k a‘ gillat yesa re‘covic non shonfra‘tet.”

Hearing him purr while he nodded his understating and approval despite my crass words did something to me and before I even knew what I was doing, I was kissing him. He didn’t fight me, his tongue tangling with mine quite eagerly. Wrapping my arms around his firm body, I held him close to me while his hands slid over my back and found my tail.

Moaning enthusiastically, I arched my back and wrapped my tail around his hands begging to be petted. I was surprised that the lizard hadn’t stepped in to stop this yet, he never let me feel this good about anything. Breaking the kiss I gaze down into his handsome face, seeing lust in those nearly golden eyes. His scent filled my mind and I realized for the first time that this teen was in heat, feeling his black furred tail curl around mine I began scenting the air with my own musk. Wanting to tell this Saiyan below me that I wanted him.

“Me’cuthra. . . “ I silence him with another passionate kiss, my hardened sex pressing against his. Despite all the times that Furiza had molested and raped me, I hadn’t a clue what I was doing. The only time I had ever been on top like this was when I had been in heat and I had been out of my mined then.

Finding him spreading his legs below me I whimpered, my lips slipping from his. “Kanan ah re’covicay nahmen? (4)” I breathed, feeling light headed and increasingly stupid. This boy was making me loose my mind, “Kanan ah re’covicay nahmen?”

“Ri’ce, (5)” He purred, his sharp teeth nipping at the tip of my nose. He wrapped his legs around my waist and I found myself pressing against his entrance.

“Ri’ce, Kanan suru me’cuth . . .Kanan suru (6)” I didn’t know if he knew what he was doing, but I was embarrassed that I didn‘t. He shifted underneath me and our erections collided again, dragging a heated moan from me.

“Shhhh,” He took my hand, licking my palm, and kissing my fingers. It was such a sexy sight, I couldn’t help but groan trying to memorize every small movement he took. When his hot tongue wrapped around my fingers, I almost wept at the mental image I was getting of that same slick tongue around my arousal. I wanted him.

He began to suck on my fingers, his eyes closing and his rumbling purrs growing louder. I knew he was trying to make me loose it, he had been trying to do that from the start. The wicked boy, he knew he was driving me insane, he knew he was winning. When he let my fingers go he smiled up at me, “Re’com’a ah au’tet yal nonamarsh’a Mec’at, Mec’atay Ou’g. (7)”

I felt my cheeks heat up, I hadn’t heard the Proper Polite form of Saiyajin in a very long time. “Le’hanna, just beautiful.” I whispered, feeling tears sting my eyes. “Me’cuth ebah tridmal und sha de re’com’a. (8)”

“Ve’gta, shhhhh. . . .le’makna me’cuth.” Ri’ce purred, kissing me once again, guided my hand down his chest, between his legs and to his small puckered opening.

Kneading the tight muscles beneath my finger tips, I nip and suck at his poutty lips. There was this need building inside of me, something I couldn’t even begin to describe. Slipping my finger into him I broke our sweet kiss, my eyes taking in the look of joy on his face. His hands were in my hair and I leaned forward to lick his nose, his lips, his perfect chin. Trailing kisses down his throat and over his chest, I slip my second finger in.

Groaning softly, I ran my tongue over hard nipples delighting in the shuddering gasp I got. His muscles tightened around my fingers when I trailed my mouth down his stomach and to his erection. Sighing I curved my fingers and began to move them in time with my sucking, looking for that one spot I knew would quickly send him over the edge into bliss. Oh yes, I knew all about that spot…sometimes Furiza would use it against me…to embarrass me, to make me come in his hand.

“Ve’gta, kudasa’t, oh kudahhhh. . .(10)” Ri’ce groaned while I lapped at the head of him. Stroking my lover’s prostate, I purred at his cries, this was something I could get used to. Furiza really slipped up this time. He had given me something I wanted, no something I had craved for all my life. Taking him all the way back into my throat I sucked him ruthlessly “AH!”

When hot liquid gushed into my mouth, I couldn’t help but smile around him like a damned idiot. He tasted so good, nothing like the bitter slime that Furiza produced. Drinking Ri’ce down I licked my lips and removed my fingers. Sitting up I licked my fingers, loving the way he watched me.

“Re’com’a puru’g yesa e’rash, (11)” I purred crawling back over him, my hands running over his chest and up to his flushed face. Capturing his lips I shared his juices with him, showing him just what I meant.

“Ve’gta,” He whimpered, wrapping his legs around my waist again. I knew what he wanted. Grabbing his narrow hips I positioned myself at his opening, he was mewling below me, his hands fisted in the rich bed coverings. I couldn’t stand it any more, the need inside of me near its breaking point. Thrusting forward, I buried myself in his wonderful body.

The feeling of him around me, so tight, so hot, and so very slick…it was perfection. I knew such perfection wouldn’t be mine so easily if Ri’ce hadn’t been in heat. Feeling his hands on my chest, I began to rock my hips, trying to find that one spot again.

Furiza really had taught me everything I needed to know about sex—I discovered. I did the exact opposite of what he did to me, taking this piece of perfection slow and loving. Growling, I buried my face in his sweaty neck the pace growing faster with each passing second until it became almost frantic between us.

When I felt his muscles tighten around me and a flood of hot sticky fluid against my stomach I couldn’t help but howl. Thrusting into his convulsing heat one last time I sank my teeth into his throat, moaning my own completion.

“Ve’gta,” Ri’ce whispered my name, his hands stroking my hair. His scent was surrounding me, lulling me into a peaceful world where Furiza and the rest of the ship didn’t exit. It was only me and him, him and me. Licking the wound I had inflicted I drank down the flow of his life blood, drowning in his taste.

I had meant what I had said earlier, I might fall in love with this. With him, with his respect, with his understanding. Pulling out of him I collapsed beside him, my hands tangling into his perfect hair. Smiling I looked down at him, memorizing the sleepy peace that was written all over his face. Capturing his lips for a chaste kiss, I let my hand wander up and over the dripping wound.

There was so much blood, I had never thought that the first half of a bonding mark would bleed so much. Pulling back I examined the wound, the blood, the amount. Shock and terror slipped over me like an ill shadow. All my happy feelings were gone when I realized my little love bite had been far too deep. I had severed his artery, his life blood spilled down his lovely throat, soaked his perfect hair, stained the silken sheets scarlet.

“E’et. . . .e’et . . . .E’ET! (12).” I cry in growing horror, my hands coming to put pressure on the wound. I tried to stop the bleeding but he had already lost so much blood. His blood was everywhere, all over my hands, all over my lips, chin, throat, chest. When I felt him take his final breath, I couldn’t help the sickness that welled up.

Dashing, naked and bloody from Furiza’s bed chambers, I lost the contents of my stomach all over one of the lord’s more expensive rugs.

Furiza was there behind me, arms crossed, a dark chuckle welling up in his throat. “Too strong to have a mate…too weak to beat a weakling. How…pathetic. Next tome you fight, you had better win…” With that, he lizard stalked off to do what ever dirty little things he did with his free time.

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Pulling my gloves off I looked at my hands, there was no way I could ever touch another living creature with these hands. Not after the amount of blood shed they had seen, not after. . .not after all that blood. That young boy had been the first one I had ever really killed, there would be more, but those were more out of self defense than anything else. I hadn’t. . . I hadn’t made them purr, made them scream my name in pleasure then brutally tare their throat out for the crime of giving me the greatest pleasure I had ever had in my painful life.

Shoving my hand back into their leather shells, I started to fiddle with the control panels again. I was set to go to sleep for the next couple of days, starting at midnight standard time today. That was three hours from now, maybe I should readjust that time? No, I always have nightmares when I sleep, at least awake I might be able to avoid those horrible memories.

Opening the computer database, I started searching through them for anything that would keep me busy for the next couple of hours. I had already played all of the games a couple hundred times, hell I had set all time high scores for all but one of them. Opening the only game I hadn’t been able to set a high score on, I looked at the people who have played it.

“Raditzu,” I said with amusement, Raditzu held the highest score on this game, which meant that it took your mind to be able to get a high score,. Raditzu never played anything that didn’t involve a lot of puzzles and thinking. “I will beat your score yet! Mahjong isn’t THAT hard!”

“My prince? Are you talking to yourself? A familiar voice buzzed in on the radio link speaking in Saiyago. Vegeta had flipped the com link on by accident it would seem. “Or are you challenging me to beat your ass down again?”

“Raditzu!” I growl in embarrassment, I can’t believe the fur ball had heard me talking to myself, let alone saying something so stupid.

“That is my name my prince,” Raditzu said, his voice sounding very serious all of a sudden, “Hold on, I am having difficulties.”

“What?” I said, his signal breaking up. We lost signals all the time this far out in space, there weren’t enough satellites to bounce our radio transitions off of. I wasn’t very worried, until Napa’s voice crackled in over the link.

“Raditzu’s pod is being attacked,” Napa’s panicked voice shouted over the link. Shutting the game off, I pulled up the star maps, tracking down Radituz’s position. He was located near the third planet in a solar system that they had labeled as uninhabitable.

“How close are you?” I radioed back, calculating how long it would take me to get to where Raditzu was. Three days travel, that is too damned far away to help. Growling I slammed my fist into the pod’s computer console. “I’m too far.”

“I’m four days out!” Napa growled, I could hear him doing the same thing as I. Taking his anger out on his pod, for his size that could be dangerous.

“Lets go,” I said, changing my coordinates as fast as I could.

“Vegeta, Lord Furiza will kill us if we do not continue on.” Napa said.

I didn’t care what he said, Raditzu was one of my friends despite all the pain and heart ache he had caused me while I grew up. I was not going to let Raditzu go—Raditzu after all, had no idea about all the beatings I took for him and his mate—I was not going to let him die after all he did to try and take care of me after all I did to take care of him. “I gave an order Napa,” I growled in a rather rude form of Saiyago.

Silence blared over the com link for what felt like an eternity before Napa responded, “Yes My Lord.”

“Good, we will rendezvous behind the third planet’s moon. If Raditzu is still alive, we will plan a rescue mission. And Napa. . . I hope. . .I hope he wasn’t hurt.”

“Thank you Vegeta,” Napa said, I could hear the quiver in his voice and I knew the large man was crying. What ever was happening to Raditzu out there, Napa didn’t want to tell me about it.

Turning off the com link I found that I was crying too. It wasn’t that I wasn’t used to crying, I just never thought I would cry for him if he fell.

“Why wouldn’t I” I whispered to myself, totally breaking down, curling in on myself. He was like a mom to me. Has Furiza sickened me so much, that I could not recognize that fact? “I love you Raditzu…”

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(1). Me’cuthra Ou’g, me’cuthra. . . Veg‘ta sama, me‘cuthra ou‘g kudasa‘t cantrals me‘cuth, kudasa‘t (Me-kut-he-ra Ow’ge Me-kut-he -ra. . . .Vegeta sahmah, Me-kut-he-ra Ow’g Koo-dah-sah-tea Cain-terah-les Me-kut-he, Koo-dah-sah-tea.) My Prince, My. . .Vegeta sama, my Prince, Please save me, please!

(2.) Suru’n Frentam. (Suh-ruh-hun Freh-hen-tahm) Don’t worry. (Don’t be afraid.)

(3). Suru’n Frentam Me’cuthra le’hanna Sa’ya’gn. (Suh-ruh-hun Freh-hen-tahm Me-kut-he-ra Lee-han-nah Say-yah-geen.) Don’t worry my beautiful Saiyajin.

Me’cuthra Gilard gillat me’cuth’tab yal habyard’a. Era me‘cuth‘tab suru‘n me‘cuth‘tab ah‘tet shondragan a‘ shonkalah. Era re‘covic suru‘n gillat habyard‘a kudasa‘t makendra re‘covic su‘k a‘ gillat yesa re‘covic non shonfra‘tet. (Me-kut-he-ra Gihl-aherd Gihl-laht Me-kut-he-tahb Y’all Ha-be-a-her-day. Eh-rah Me-kut-he-tahb Suh-ruh-hun Me-kut-he-tahb Ah-he-teht Shawn-drah-gahn Ay Shawn-call-ahe. Eh-rah Ree-coh-vis Suh-ruh-hun Gihl-laht Ha-be-a-her-day Koo-dah-sah-tea Mah-keh-hend-rah Ree-coh-vis soo-kay Ay Gihl-laht Yeh-sah Ree-coh-vis Non Shawn-frah-teht. My lord wants us to Habyard‘a (A Saiyan slang word for messing around in a sexual way with no real intention of seeing each other ever again.) If we don’t we will be tortured and killed. If you don’t want Habyard’a please pretend you wish it (Please pretend you like and want.) so you wont get hurt.

(4). Kanan ah recovicay nahmen? (Kah-nahn a-he Ree-coh-vik-ay Nah-he-men) What is your name?

(5). Ri’ce (Rye-Keh) The Saiyan’s equivalent of Ricky (I hate that name~_~) And also a blatant pun on Rice.. . . Hell it isn’t even a pun! ~_~.

(6). Ri’ce, Kanan suru me’cuth . . .Kanan suru. (Rye-keh Kah-nahn Suh-ruh Me-kut-he . . .Kah-nahn Suh-ruh ) Rice, what do I. . . What do. . .

(7). Re’com’a ah au’tet yal nonamarsh’a Mec’at, Mec’atay Ou’g. (Ree-coh-may Ah-he Ah-oo-teht Y’all Noh-nah-mar-shay Mee-kate, Mee-kate-ay Ow-gee.) VERY PROPER, VERY POLITE SAIYAJIN-latterly means; you is has-ing to untight me, my prince. You have to stretch me, in plain English.

(8). Me’cuth ebah tridmal und sha de re’com’a. (Me-kut-he Eh-bah-he Trihd-mahl Oo-nd Shah Deh Ree-coh-may.) I might fall in love with you.

(9.) Ve’gta, shhh. . . le’makna me’cuth. (Veh-gee-tah shhhhhh.. .. . . lee-mah-knah Mee-cut-he.) Vegeta, shhhhh. . . . pleasure me.

(10). Ve’gta, kudasa’t, oh kudahhhh. . . (Veh-gee-tah Koo-dah-sah-tea oh Koo-dahhhhhh) Vegeta, please oh pleaaahhhhh

(11). Re’com’a puru’g yesa e’rash (Ree-coh-may Puhruh-gee Yeh-sah Ee-rah-sh) You taste so good.

(12). E’et (Eee-yet) No