Past To future

No real violence, however I think that this chapter might confuse some, I couldn\'t find a way to make this clearer than it already was. As always, I don\'t own anything, and soon, i won\'t even own the pc that I\'m writing this on...oh well.

ON WITH THE STORY, while I can.

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Vegeta staggered into the room, not too sure if it was his or Napa’s or Raditzu. He had lost all sense of where he was, so tired he was surprised that he was still standing.

Furiza had been such a bastard today, even crueler than he normally was. There had been toys involved in the Prince’s lesson today. The lesson had been provoked from an innocent mistake on the Prince’s part.

Collapsing to the floor he groaned, every particle in his body hurting. His tail had been broken, not once, but twice for trying to fight back against the punishment. The punishment itself had been much worst then the broken tail. Furiza had learned he liked to stick searing hot objects where they didn’t belong.

Sobbing, the Prince tried to crawl towards what looked to be his night stand. He kept a constant supply of morphine and other pain killers in there, just in case he wasn’t granted a trip to the medical bay. Pulling the bottom drawer open he discovered nothing but dirty magazines.

~‘That doesn’t seem right,~ Vegeta thought to himself, using the open drawer to drag himself up to an awkward kneeling position. Pulling open the top drawer of the night stand he found none of his pain killers, but there was something very interesting in there.

Dipping his hand into the drawer, he brought out a bottle of cherry flavored lube. Glowering at it, he threw it over his shoulder, digging around some more, finding a few rocket shaped objects, some condoms, a ring that vibrated. . . .

~Who the fuck put this in my night stand?~ He wondered, falling backwards in his dizziness. “GAHHH!” He cried out when spasms of pain rocketed up his spine like fireworks, exploding in his head and blurring out his vision.

“Vege. . .oh MY GOD!”

The prince felt strong, safe arms wrap around his naked form and haul him off of the floor. Moaning in pain, he wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, burying his face in his warm chest. “What happened? What did that beast do to you?”

Vegeta could only groan, beyond speech with pain.

“Don’t worry Me’cuthra Ou’g, I’ll get you taken care of.” The man whispered, walking towards the transporter, keying in the code for the medical wing.

The tall Gray Alien was studying a chart of some sort, his mouth curled into something that was recognizable as a smile.

~Ah, hello Raditzu, what are you in for?~

“The Prince,” Raditzu said near tears, holding the thirteen year old before him for the doctor to see his condition. “I found him on the floor of my room, howling in pain.

~Oh dear, dear me.~ The slender Alien took Vegeta from Raditzu, showing remarkable strength. Turning towards an examining table, he set the prince down, examining ever cut, every gash, ever wound with care that was unique to his race. ~His tail is broken, as well as several bones in his hands, his face, his legs. . . His intestines have been torn. . . .Who did this to him?~

“I don’t know,” Raditzu said, becoming more and more frantic as the Alien named more and more broken bones that had to be tended to. “It was probably Furiza. . .”

~Please do not growl, we can not help what has already happened.~

Raditzu couldn’t restrain himself from punching the wall, his anger flaring, this wasn’t the first time he had found his prince beaten bloody. This was just the first time that he had also suspected there may have been a rape. This was probably not the first time his beautiful Prince had been raped, “Furiza. . .” He growled, hitting the wall again and again until both hands were bloody.

~Are you done with my wall Friend? ~ The alien asked, his hands already running along the Prince’s body, using his unique powers to reposition the broken bones back into place so they would heal properly. I will have to put him in a regain tank. I unfortunately have no powers over broken bones.

“How long?” Raditzu asked, licking the blood that was flowing over his fingers from his knuckles.

~A day’s time.~ The alien said, picking up the unconscious prince, carrying him back into the back rooms. Picking out a pod, he put the prince in. Hooking the naked royal up, he ran a hand through the dark spikes atop of Vegeta’s head. ~What a horrible thing to do to someone so young, so handsome.~

“I’m going to stay right here,” Raditzu declared, plopping down in front of the tank, his arms crossing over his chest to indicate that he was going to be stubborn about his choice.

~I will only allow that if you let me take a look at your hands.~ Raditzu growled and held out his bloody knuckles for the alien to look at. The tall being took the first one into his hands, flexing the fingers out, running soft finger tips over the bloody parts. No broken bones here, you are lucky.

Taking the other hand, the alien repeated the process, finding no broken bones there either. Taking both hands into his, he healed the torn flesh and bruised tissues.

“Thank you,” Raditzu said, rubbing his hands slowly. He had long since grown used to the alien’s healings and although they did effect his sex drive terribly, he had learned to control the expression of his urges around the alien.

~It is no problem old friend.~ The alien said, that weird, slit of a mouth curling back up into a smile. ~If there is anything you need, like nourishment, please let me know so I can cater to your needs.~

Raditzu grunted, his eyes fixing upon the rapidly filling tank and the Prince who was floating inside of it.

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The long haired Saiyan was curled up, fast asleep on a cold steal table. His need for sleep overpowering the strength of his loyalty to the prince. If he had known he would be finding his Prince in such a condition, he wouldn’t have spent all last night messing around with his mate.

He didn’t even hear the beep that indicated that the healing cycle had completed itself. The gray alien had even picked him up from off the floor from before the healing pod and had moved him to lay on the table he occupied now and he hadn‘t woken.

Said alien was busying himself with the careful tasks of removing the prince from his tank so he could tending to the last few of the Prince’s injuries. ~The tank did well by these injuries it is so unfortunate that it can not fully heal wounds. . . I will have to do that.~ The alien thought to itself as it fluttered around the sleeping prince’s body, poking and prodding.

Groaning, the prince slapped away the hand that was trying to get him to open his mouth. “Leave me ‘lone.” He mumbled, slowly opening his eyes to see who was messing with him. He was dreading that he was still in Furiza’s chambers, tied to the bed while the lizard had his way with him. When he saw the odd alien looking down at him, he sat up quickly, his tail wrapping around his waist.

~I am glad to see you are awake~ The alien said, that ghastly attempt at a smile back on his face. ~How are you feeling?~

Vegeta flexed his arms, his fingers, his toes, grinning himself. Hopping off of the examination table, he nodded. “Great doc, thanks. . . .” He said heading for the nearest teleport pad—there had been one recently installed in the tank room—he wanted to get far far away from this place before Furiza found him here. If he was caught here, he would be severely beaten, more than likely worse than what he had just had.

~Do not leave yet your Highness. Your friend Raditzu has waited for you all night. He wanted to see you as soon as you were to leave the pod. I believe he wants to make sure you are okay before you went back to your room.~

Turning, Vegeta spotted the large Saiyan laying asleep on the table. Growling in annoyance, he walked over and tugged on the other’s hair waking them up instantly. He normally wasn’t this angry towards his friends, but he was in serious danger if he stayed here another second. Furiza had probably come slinking around his room to look for him. Furiza loved to see the prince suffer.

“Vegeta?” Raditzu groaned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

“No, Princess Leyya, now get your big, lazy ass up and escort me back to your room. Now.” Vegeta barked, grabbing Raditzu’s wrist, he dragged the taller Saiyan towards the teleport pad. “Put in the damned code.”

Raditzu stared at his prince, realizing the grouchy attitude was actually the closest thing he had ever seen to panic in his prince. “Yes your Highness,” Raditzu said, typing his secret code in, hitting the activate button.

Vegeta sighed, his eyes sweeping over the room that looked exactly like his. This must have been where he had ended up last night instead of his own room. What a fucking stupid thing to do. Growling, Vegeta stalked over to the bed and threw himself into it, covering his nakedness up with Raditzu’s covers. “Go away.”

“Vegeta,” Raditzu said cautiously, approaching he prince like one would approach a wounded predator.

“I SAID GO AWAY! Are you deaf as well as dumb?” Vegeta howled, his hand flailing out towards the night stand, hoping to find something to throw at Raditzu.

Raditzu growled, rushing in he sat on the prince’s chest, pinning the still rather weak prince’s hands above his head. “VEGETA,” He snarled, his eyes filling with fire.

The prince froze, fear washing over his face for a second before he locked it away from view. He could not let anyone see how hurt he was on the inside, ever. Punishments for that were always very. . .harsh. “What?”

“Calm down, I only want to help. . .I. . .I’m not like that monster who did this to you.” He said, tears appearing in his eyes when he took in the scars that marred Vegeta’s once creamy white skin.

Vegeta growled, “Nothing happened, leave me be.” What an utter lie, his voice really said, that tone of anger was more a plea for help in Raditzu’s ears than ever before.

“Why did he beat you this time? For breathing the same air as him?” Raditzu asked softly, his tears falling down his cheeks. Letting go of Vegeta’s wrists, he let a finger trace over one of the scars that marked the sacred spot of bonding on his Prince’s neck.

“For. . .purring,” Vegeta spat, his eyes darting to something else, anything else in the room. He couldn’t stand to see Raditzu crying over him. “If you must know.”

“That bastard,” Raditzu whispered, stroking the prince’s soft hair. “Purring. . . Just for purring?”

Vegeta chuckled darkly, “Well it wouldn’t have been the first time he punished me for making noises that he deems animalistic.”

Suddenly Raditzu shifted off of his prince’s chest and began to pull the covers down. His eyes taking in every tinny scar that his training suit usually covered. Vegeta’s body was a road map of them, there wasn’t a single body part that didn’t sport it’s own unique scar. “How long has he been . . .raping you?”

“So you know about that huh?” Vegeta said bitterly, his tail unwrapping from around his waist. He felt safe enough around Raditzu to let it free to roam. “Second day on the ship.”

“What? But. . .but.. . .you were only seven years old!” Raditzu exclaimed, shock and anger appearing in his face.

“You sound surprised,” Vegeta said bitterly, “I’m surprised he kept his hands off of me for one whole day. Rapping his little prince is his favorite past time. He said so himself!”

Raditzu’s hand reached out and closed around the Prince’s agitated tail, stopping it from slapping against the Prince’s chest. “Vegeta. . .I am…so sorry…I-I never realized he was…raping you.”

The prince looked at his old friend with wide eyes, half expecting the older Saiyan to hurt him like all the others had. When Raditzu began to stroke his tail, he couldn’t help the purr that burst forth from his chest. “What are. . .you doing?” Vegeta asked, an unfamiliar urge rising in him. It was like what he had felt when he had been training, right before the lizard had ended his practices with a good hearty beating and a good, hard fucking.

“Vegeta, do you realize that you’re in heat?” Raditzu said, a hand running over the welts that the Prince had inflected upon himself with his tail.

“I’m in what?” Vegeta asked, unable to concentrate on anything else but what Raditzu’s hands were stroking. It was getting so very hot all of a sudden.

“You’re in heat, it’s what happens when a Saiyan becomes fertile. You’re thirteen, its about time your cycles started. Um Heat. . .it’s pretty much a period of time when we musk uncontrollable and look for someone to fuck our brains out. Most of the time its when we choose our life mate.” Raditzu explained, letting Vegeta’s tail slip through his fingers, “Usually at your age. . . your parents would help you get through the first couple of heats you go through because most cubs are still too young to chose a mate and start having kids.”

“And that is why I started to purr when I was training?” Vegeta asked incredulously, his eyes now locked on Raditzu’s flushed face.

“Yeah, sort of, you were actually purring because you felt really good. There must have been another Saiyan there, since it wasn’t me it was Probably Napa. See, when a Saiyan goes into heat, they usually feel very good when they are around others of their kind. It actually physically hurts to be alone.”

“You’re not going to leave me, are you?” Vegeta asked, sitting up, ready to restrain the other Saiyan if he tried to leave. He didn’t want to hurt. Not any more.

“Well, since there is only one way to cure a Saiyajin in heat. . .I guess I’m not going anywhere for a while.” Raditzu said, purring himself.

“How do you cure a he—

Raditzu interrupted his prince’s question, his lips finding Vegeta’s. “The only way is to fuck like rabbits until you pass out from exhaustion.” Raditzu mumbled against Vegeta’s lips. There was a wicked grin on Raditzu’s face that told Vegeta that his old friend was all too willing to volunteering for this dangerous mission.

Groaning Vegeta tried to force Raditzu away, no, he didn’t want to go through that pain again today. He didn’t want to mate, “No, leave me alone.”

“But. . .” Raditzu said, not understating what was happening. His prince’s body was telling him yes, but his Prince was telling him no.

“Don’t hurt me,” Vegeta growled, low and dangerous, ready to punch Raditzu if he tried anything like that again.

“I-I’d never hurt you. . .” Raditzu said dumbfounded, “Please my Prince. . . “

“NO!” Vegeta shouted, throwing Raditzu off of him, almost frightened enough to run from his friend’s room naked. “Mating and rape, there is no difference, Furiza showed me that when I was seven. YOU WANT TO HURT ME!” Scrambling from the bed, the naked teen backed away from his friend.

“WHAT?” Raditzu growled, murder in his eyes, his tail snapping behind him. “That BASTARD!” Raditzu seethed, surprising Vegeta to a stand still. Taking advantage of his Prince’s shock, he dragged the teen back to the bed, cradling him in his arms.

“NO!” Vegeta growled, trying to fight back only to find a searing hot mouth on his, a wickedly clever tongue teasing his. Warm soft hands stroking his tail and he found himself instantly melted against Raditzu, his arms wrapping around a trim waist.

Slowly Raditzu broke their kiss, gazing down into Vegeta’s passive face. “Mating, My Prince, is definitely not rape. Mating feels very good. Rape hurts, rape leaves scars here.” Raditzu said, tapping his head, and then his chest to indicate his heart. “Mating will only leave lovely, warm memories of good times and hopefully good sex.”

Vegeta began to purr again, believing his friend. If Raditzu had even bruised him in any way before now, he wouldn’t have believed a single word. But everything had felt so . . . .so. . .good. “Raditzu,” Vegeta whispered, feeling strong hands stroke up his bear back.

“What my Prince?”

“Kiss me?” He whispered, tears coming to his eyes.

“Your wish is my command. . .”Raditzu purred, his tongue lapping at flawless lips.

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Groaning I slowly opened my eyes, ‘Why had I been dreaming about that night?‘ I thought to myself before I realized that there were sirens and buzzers going off all around me, alerting me to the fact that there was something very wrong. Glancing around at the monitors and the text on them I realized what it was. Sitting bolt up right in my seat I started to flip switches, and levers, pressing buttons and keys.

“Raditzu, it is recommended that you flee the ship.”

A vocal warning began to repeat over and over again. “I am NOT going to abandoned my damned SHIP!” I growl at it, punching the speaker hard enough to disable the robotic voice. That was slightly better, but the rest of the warning sirens were going off, driving me insane. Reaching for the shut down switch, I flipped it and my pod powered down and the door opened.

I wasn’t dumb, I knew I was on a planet of some kind. I had crash landed in fact and according to my sensors what ever backwater shit hole I had landed on was inhabitable by carbon based life forms like myself.

Looking around I sighed, there were hundreds of people swarming around my landing spot. They looked to be holding weapons of some type and they all had uniforms on. “Great, they have a military.” I groaned, almost thinking about going back to my pod to wait until my friends came. ~Napa, god preserve me, I am going to have to kick someone’s ass if they try to get hostile.~ I thought to my mate, hearing something like a snigger in reply.

Rolling my eyes I started to walk towards the creature that had the most brass on his uniform.

“Excuse me,” I said speaking common, hoping that this planet wasn’t so back water that they hadn’t heard of common.

“HOLLY SHIT! IT SPEAKS ENGLISH!” One of them cried, dropping their weapon. It emitted a loud bang and I felt something ricochet off of me and into the ground. Bending over I picked it up, looking at the little hunk of metal. This piece of shit had been meant for my hide, growling I flicked the metal back to it’s owner surprised when it went through the thing’s ugly head. Shit these Saiyanoid life forms weren’t anywhere near my power level and I was considered rather weak now.

“GET IT!” The leader shouted and it was almost as if I had stirred an ant hill.

“Oh FUCK. . . .”