Breaking the Prince (Part 1) | By : Doog Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3090 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter Seven
It had been a long time since Vegeta had dreamed. Since Freeza had stripped him of power, Vegeta's reality had been a pendulum between uneasy consciousness and complete darkness. Whether it had been from pain, exhaustion, or drugs, there had been little opportunity for anything in between.
Now, Vegeta was running. His surroundings were abstract, inconsequential. The only thing that mattered was that he was moving quickly, enjoying the exhilaration of his feet pounding the ground below. He began to move faster, so fast that it felt like flying, and then suddenly, he was. It was a fantastic feeling, something he had always enjoyed: the power to will his body, and thus the world around him, to yield to his command. Just behind his exuberance nagged the vague idea that this was something he no longer had, that where he was and what he was doing could not be. Now he was floating upwards; no, he was lying on his back, sinking down.
The second Vegeta realized that his eyes were closed, he knew that what he had been seeing, what he had been experiencing, had not been real. His body was paralyzed, unresponsive to his urges to open his eyes and sit up. Vegeta's nerves could only receive the faint sensations of his limp body being moved around. There were also voices, one of which became loud and assertive before Vegeta felt a sharp pain in his arm, followed by dreamless murkiness.
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When Vegeta opened his eyes, he immediately wanted to close them again. Bright lamps glared down at him, overwhelming his unprepared vision so that he was forced to squint. He could feel the rest of his body but he could not see it, nor could he move his head. He was restrained on his back, his hands lying at his sides, palms downward, his legs lying straight out in a relaxed position. He could also feel his tail, painless and restored, but also restrained. As awareness returned to his body, Vegeta realized that he was gagged with something, but did not recognize the device.
His mouth was open, his upper and lower teeth prevented from meeting by the presence of what felt like thick metal rods when he touched them with his tongue. The metal pieces ran in continuous lines, one fitted to rest along the roof of his mouth behind his front teeth, and the other pressed against the sensitive spot between the root of his tongue and his bottom teeth. The way his jaw was held apart made his mouth water excessively, but it was uncomfortable and unnatural to swallow in his position. Vegeta then realized why he couldn't move his head: the metal rods extended out of his mouth and were connected to straps that disappeared down along either side of his face. He could not lift nor rotate his head in any direction without the certainty that his teeth would break and the flesh in his mouth would be wounded. Perhaps the most terrifying aspect of the metal gag was the ratchet-like apparatus attached at the right side of Vegeta’s head, which appeared to adjust the degree to which the two metallic halves were separated.
"Welcome back, Vegeta," Freeza's voice interrupted Vegeta's explorations of device. Vegeta's eyes darted around, trying to determine the source of Freeza's voice. It was difficult to tell, as the room seemed to be made of many metallic surfaces that made every sound echo. Looking around, Vegeta could see that the table he was on was surrounded by active medical equipment and computers. The bright lights above him were actually lamps on adjustable swivels, illuminating everything around him but Freeza. "Do you know where you are? Do you recognize it?" Freeza had obviously regained his impervious attitude. Vegeta's spirits sank further when he remembered what he had done after Freeza had thoroughly broken his tail; whatever was about to happen was going to be Freeza's revenge.
"I doubt you would remember, as you were unconscious the last time you were here." Freeza paused again, giving Vegeta time to determine that Freeza was somewhere near his head, beyond his vision. "You are in the same surgical room where my medics implanted the K.R.I. device," Freeza announced. Vegeta's head reeled...hadn't he been implanted with the K.R.I. device on Freeza Planet #43? Hadn't he been moved since then? Had he been moved again and hadn't known? Was Freeza simply fucking with him?
"I thought it would be appropriate...easy to clean up, you see." Freeza drew close enough that Vegeta could see his black horns if he strained his eyes into the top of his head. Vegeta felt a heavy unease settle over him and his mouth ran dry. This was definitely not looking good. Freeza approached until he was looming over Vegeta, resting his small hands on the operating table at either side of Vegeta's face. He leaned forward until his head cast Vegeta into shadow, his inverted, gloating expression drawing near; there was no longer any danger of Vegeta spitting on him.
"You will have to forgive me for making you wait, Prince Vegeta. There were just so many options to consider for your punishment that I simply could not choose," Freeza confessed playfully. Vegeta's eyes remained narrowed, even though the brightest lights were blocked.
Freeza dropped his mouth closer and to the left side of Vegeta's head. Vegeta's brow creased as he tried to turn his head away, but there was absolutely no give in the straps connected to the gag. Freeza lowered his head further, bracing his weight on his left hand and letting his right hand move to stroke the ratchet gently as he began to whisper. "I could tear out your tongue..." Vegeta shivered at the image of his tongue being plucked from its current helpless isolation in his mouth. The soft scratching of Freeza’s nails on the metal of the gag made Vegeta’s eyes momentarily shift. He could not be sure if Freeza’s touch held any immediately cruel intentions. "Or I could have my medics perform surgery while you are awake," Freeza's voice was so soft now that Vegeta was straining both to hear it and to not hear it. "Or I could just have you mutilated beyond recognition...a butchered cripple....leave you to live out the rest of your pathetic existence in a forgotten hole somewhere…" Freeza's face had dropped low enough that he was touching Vegeta, lightly leaning the smooth skin of his cheek against Vegeta’s temple. Vegeta was stunned at the images created by Freeza’s gruesome threats. He couldn't tell how serious Freeza was about any of them, only that Freeza seemed absolutely delighted with all of them. Vegeta could feel a cold sweat starting to form on his forehead as he tried to keep his imagination far from any of the possibilities. Freeza emitted a soft hum of contentment before he suddenly withdrew, standing tall next to the table and clasping his hands in front of himself.
"I do enjoy these ideas, but I will once again remind you, Vegeta, that I am more merciful than you deserve," Freeza sighed, as if this were an eternal disappointment for him. Vegeta felt his heart return to his chest, but it was still pounding. "I do, however, have a treatment that will put your insolent mouth to better use than you have ever had for it." Freeza's face shone with pleasure once more. Vegeta tried to imagine what Freeza could mean while he turned away momentarily. When Freeza turned back, he was holding a silver box about the size of Vegeta's head that had previously not been visible from his limited perspective. Freeza placed the box on the operating table next to the left side of Vegeta's head. It was smooth with a mirror-like finish which Vegeta could see out of the corner of his eye, giving him a chilling view of the profile of the large metal gag. The box appeared seamless except for a sort of hinge near its top.
Vegeta's attention was drawn back to Freeza as he moved to adjust the ratcheting portion of the gag. For an alarming second, Vegeta thought that Freeza was going to force his jaw to open to a point that it would be completely dislocated, but Freeza simply expanded the gag by a few notches. This only made the gag slightly more uncomfortable, but in a way that Vegeta knew would become increasingly sore very quickly. Despite his nervousness, Vegeta tried to keep the muscles in his face as slack as possible to reduce the strain on his jaw.
"It was actually quite bothersome to procure these for our purposes," Freeza began, sliding a few fingertips along the polished surface of the box. "They are quite rare, but my men were able to find some fine specimens on Freeza Planet #11." Vegeta couldn't keep himself from showing interest in Freeza's actions, the fear of Freeza's retribution making him push aside all thoughts of rebellion. He watched as Freeza opened what must have been a latch to lift the lid slightly. Unfortunately, it opened towards Vegeta, the top of the box blocking his view.
What the hell does he have? Vegeta thought with a new wave of dread. Freeza took his time removing his prize from the box, lifting it slowly into the air before closing the box again. As it emerged into view, Vegeta's stomach plummeted, the realization of Freeza's intentions taking form through a fog of denial.
Freeza held a large worm, perhaps thirty centimeters in length. It was smooth and unsegmented, hanging in Freeza's grasp limply except for some minor wriggling. It was starkly white save for a few purple spots along its backside. The creature was thick in diameter, ranging from about two to three centimeters at its thickest point, which appeared to be its head based on the location of its mouth. Close to the place where Freeza's fingers gingerly pinched the front end, the otherwise featureless worm had two small nubs located where forelimbs would have been. Freeza let Vegeta stare at the dangling worm at length, letting his own face display a sort of appreciation for the beast in his hand.
"Do not worry, Prince Vegeta. The Fukutsuu worm is completely harmless...well, unless of course it is swallowed." Freeza laughed behind his smile and grabbed the back end of the worm with his other hand to let it hang with its head down. Slowly, he brought it closer to Vegeta's face. Vegeta couldn't help but emit a choking sound at the pain caused by his reflex to close his mouth.
"I am afraid the time to speak has long passed," Freeza informed him with pleasant malice, letting the tip of the head of the worm graze his hair and then forehead. Vegeta's eyes remained locked on the head of the worm, his pupils crossing as it was dangled lower to the bridge of his nose. With the worm close enough to be dragged along his face, Vegeta could now make out the details of its vicious little mouth, which was oval in shape and lined with what looked like rows of sharp, short, needle-like teeth. Vegeta's panic flared again such that he was barely listening when Freeza continued his speech. He was now holding the worm so that it wriggled between the tip of Vegeta's nose and the space above his open mouth.
"The Fukutsuu worm usually resides in a much larger animal, feeding on and breeding within its host until the host's stomach bursts, releasing the Fukutsuu's offspring. Quite a messy life cycle, would you not agree? As Saiyajin are not the usual host, I do not know what it will do once it reaches your stomach, but I am sure you are just as excited as I am to find out." Freeza's bright white teeth were peeking through his curled lips; he was obviously enjoying himself. Vegeta's focus locked on the worm itself as it continued to hang in the light grasp of Freeza's fingertips, so close to Vegeta's mouth now that it wriggled with the vigor of a creature that knows a meal is near. Vegeta's mouth was watering with nausea at the idea of the worm entering him and eating at his insides with its monstrous teeth, but Vegeta could only roll his tongue back on itself in an attempt to block the entrance to his throat.
"I would imagine that you are now feeling regret at how you have behaved, but I know that Saiyajin are far too stupid to understand anything but simple training, so I have no choice..." Freeza's voice was absent of remorse as he slowly released his grip on the worm, laying it on Vegeta's face so that its head was already tipping into Vegeta's mouth. Vegeta's struggles to turn his head to the side renewed, but the gag was immovable. He was helpless but to watch the worm as it pulled itself forward with its two nubs past the gag and into his open mouth. He could feel its soft flesh as its body slid over his face and could detect the small struggling of its tiny appendages on the roof of his mouth. Though it lacked eyes, the worm seemed to be instantly drawn to the back of his mouth, immediately wriggling towards the opening to his throat. Vegeta's tongue could not hold still once he felt the worm trying to work its way past, and he tried to push it back out with a forceful thrust. He continued to struggle with the worm, successfully holding it off for what felt like an eternity, until Freeza lost his patience and used one hand to brush the rest of the worm's body into Vegeta's mouth and cover the wide opening with his hand for a few seconds.
With most of the worm in his mouth, Vegeta could not tell which part was the head until it was too late. The worm was now wet with his saliva and able to twist and slither past his tongue, plunging down his throat. Vegeta immediately began to gag, the disgusting feeling of the thick tube of flesh wriggling into his pharynx making him want to jump out of his own skin. For a terrifying moment it felt as though the worm was trying to force its way into his trachea, causing Vegeta to choke and cough until the worm changed its course and found Vegeta's esophagus. The worm's movements, which had seemed so feeble before, suddenly intensified. Vegeta could feel it propel itself vigorously downwards so quickly that its back end soon disappeared from his mouth, finally allowing him to suck in an urgent breath of air.
Vegeta only found momentary relief in the clearance of his air passage, as the feeling of suffocation was soon replaced with painful cramping in his upper abdomen. Vegeta didn't care what Freeza had said about the Fukutsuu feeding and then reproducing; it felt as though it were trying to burst out of his stomach that instant. The cramping felt to be the result of the worm twisting wildly, finding itself unusually confined in Vegeta's shrunken stomach. After Vegeta had processed the initial feeling of turbulent fullness, he was struck with a sharp needle of pain from the same spot. Vegeta's fingernails tried to dig into the tabletop beneath them until he could feel some of them crack and bleed. He was unable to do anything more as he imagined the worm burying its countless teeth into him. Vegeta had a wild hope that his strong digestive juices would destroy the worm before it could deal any damage, but despaired in the realization that it would probably have natural defenses against just that. Vegeta's eyes closed in concentration as he tried not to fracture his teeth by biting down on the metal gag too hard.
Vegeta's attention was snapped back to the room around him when Freeza laid a hand on the center of Vegeta's abdomen. Vegeta's eyes opened slightly to look up at his tormentor, who was looking on with childlike interest. "Here...is this where it hurts, Vegeta?" Freeza inquired, applying pressure with his hand. Vegeta moaned then heaved several times as his body tried to reject the violent intruder.
"Oh, sounds like your new friend is getting lonely," Freeza said as he turned to open the metal box again. Vegeta realized with a stab of shame that he would have shaken his head "no" if he could have. All he could manage through the cruel gag was a horrified moan as Freeza drew a worm identical to the first from the box. Wasting no time, Freeza used his free hand to flatten Vegeta's tongue against the bottom of his mouth so he could aim the head of the second worm directly into the back of Vegeta's throat. Vegeta was instantly repulsed at the intrusion of Freeza's fingers into his mouth, but this only served as a preamble to the intense feeling of violation as the worm was fed to him. This worm seemed to know exactly where it was going, and it writhed straight down Vegeta's throat, making the tissues lining it burn as its dry body pushed past. The combination of the sensation of the second worm reaching and expanding his stomach and the knowledge that he now had two large, blood-thirsty worms inside of him made Vegeta cry out in a way that simple pain could not have inspired alone.
The tormented Saiyajin could not keep from continuously heaving now, but it seemed that the worms' thick bodies were blocking much from rising out of him. It would not have helped to vomit them up anyway; Vegeta knew that Freeza would simply return them to his stomach. That was, if he didn't suffocate in the process. Vegeta was surprised that choking and dying on his own vomit was beginning to seem like an acceptable alternative to his current torture. His body's reflexes were still fighting, his heart beating fast to keep him alive, but his mind was struggling to accept the terrifying reality he now faced. For the first time in his life, Vegeta was unsure if he still wanted to live.
Freeza seemed to be able to tell that Vegeta was receding into the comfort of shock, and demanded his attention by pushing once more on his abdomen. Vegeta hacked in pain at what felt like the worms reacting angrily to the sudden increase in pressure. "Poor Prince Vegeta," Freeza cooed, his demeanor returning to that of the sympathetic caretaker. Freeza brought a hand up to Vegeta's face, stroking his cheek. More sharp stabs emanated continuously from within Vegeta’s stomach as Freeza dropped his fingers to rest on Vegeta’s chest.
"Aa—agh!" Vegeta miserable cry was distorted by the gag, but it was clear that he was reaching the point that he could no longer control the noises he made. His body continued to heave violently, his eyes wet from the futile gagging. He was beginning to lose focus, no doubt due to internal bleeding. Vegeta imagined the worms eating through his stomach's wall and slithering freely around his abdominal cavity to feast on the rest of his organs. He was going to bleed to death before Freeza's eyes. Vegeta stared blankly into one of the bright lamps overhead, trying to white out the grotesque images passing through his mind.
"Vegeta," Freeza's face was suddenly near his, hissing his words, his demeanor serious. Vegeta was certain now that his focus was waning; he was definitely weakening. "Vegeta, you are going to die soon. The Fukutsuu worms will not be contained for long and they will kill you," Freeza spoke as though these were simple facts, all playfulness gone from his voice. Vegeta felt another wave of fear grip him as he listened. He had never imagined dying in this way, long before his opportunity to reach his prime or fulfill his destiny. "But...I may yet still have mercy enough for you...if you obey one simple command." Freeza was stroking the side of his face again, even though Vegeta was still periodically heaving.
"Look at me," Freeza hissed. "Look at me, and you will live."
Vegeta blinked in shock at the confusing words. It's just another way for him to break you down, he thought bitterly, but the pain in his gut prevented any complex rational thought. Vegeta knew that he didn't have time to consider the subtleties and implications of Freeza's offer. Vegeta narrowed his thoughts to one simple question: did he want to live, or not? Vegeta briefly considered the end of suffering that death would bring him. The idea was initially welcoming, but his strong survival instincts rejected the notion. His pride was caught in the middle. To die meant that he would never realize his full potential. On the other hand, to succumb to Freeza, even in such a small way, was insulting to him but gave him the chance to eventually overcome the K.R.I. device and escape.
After what was the passage of only a few seconds in reality, Vegeta's innate drive to survive persevered and he turned his dark pupils to Freeza's expectant face. Vegeta's eyes couldn't focus very well after staring at the bright light for so long, but he could see Freeza smile and feel Freeza's soft hand persist in its affections on his face. Freeza continued to stare down at Vegeta for long enough that he was convinced that Freeza was just going to let him die after all, making the false promise of saving him a final insult. Vegeta closed his eyes again as another wave of pain made his insides twist.
Vegeta felt Freeza's hand leave his face, followed immediately by a sharp stabbing pain into his left side. His muscles tightened in surprise and his eyes shot open to see that a medic had replaced Freeza. The medic was withdrawing an alarming long needle with an empty syringe from the location of his internal pain. The medic disappeared quickly, as though he did not want to face the aftermath of his part in Vegeta's torture. Freeza drew close once more, but Vegeta was still preoccupied with the sensations in his stomach, which had not let up.
Before Vegeta could realize what was happening, Freeza was releasing him from the surgery table, disconnecting the straps holding his limbs down and the gag in place. With equal efficiency, Freeza compressed and plucked the metal gag out of Vegeta's still-expanded jaw, tossing the contraption aside. Vegeta remained glued to the spot on the table, the sharp pain in his stomach receding to a constant ache as he marveled at being released. Freeza grabbed him by the neck and tossed him to the ground with the same carelessness that he'd thrown the gag, letting him land heavily, sprawled on his stomach and facing away from Freeza’s feet.
The sudden movement of his body and his impact on the floor renewed Vegeta's nauseous heaving, but this time he could feel something solid beginning to come back up. As the contents of his stomach rose in his esophagus, Vegeta had only a moment to prepare before the end of one of the worms emerged into the back of his mouth. In choked panic, he plunged one hand past his sore jaw to grab at the parasite. He was able to pinch the very tip of the worm and pull it out, the sensation of the long creature sliding out of his throat renewing his choking until he was alternating between coughing and vomiting uncontrollably. The worm lay below him, coiled and motionless, as he covered it in increasing amounts of bright red blood and stomach acid. Vegeta forced his upper body up with his arms to avoid the gross puddle. The continued heaving summoned the second worm, and Vegeta's eyes watered anew when he pulled it out of his mouth.
It was a few minutes before Vegeta could stop heaving. The more he thought about what had been inside of him and the more he stared at it lying dead below him in his own blood, the more he wanted to keep vomiting. The effort left him panting, barely able to keep himself propped up on locked elbows. His head hung in exhaustion between his hunched shoulders.
Freeza's foot connected with the spot between Vegeta's shoulder blades, buckling his arms and sending him face-first into the filth accumulated on the floor. Growling, Vegeta slowly raised his head off of the dead worms and brought a hand up to wipe his face. He rolled to his side until he was weakly propped up on one arm in a half-sitting position, facing Freeza. Now that he was no longer in intense pain from being eaten alive from the inside, Vegeta felt as though he had one last flicker of hate-fueled energy.
Vegeta glared through the wet mess on his face up to Freeza, who was standing smugly with his arms crossed. Forgetting everything but his hatred, Vegeta broke his silence through his sore jaw. "Go to hell, you fucking bastard," he lashed out with wounded pride, clutching his still aching side with his free hand.
Freeza closed his eyes with a slight nod and emitted an indignant "Hmph" before he opened them again to reply, unfazed. "Is that how you speak to your master after he has just saved your life?" Vegeta's face flashed shock then tightened with intensified rage.
"Fuck you! You're just a...you're sick," Vegeta coughed up more blood and spat it out to the floor at his side.
"Vegeta, Vegeta...always so insolent. When will you realize that what you think does not matter? All that matters is what I want from you," Freeza lectured casually.
"I did everything that you wanted! I was loyal until you—" Vegeta couldn't finish his statement, overcome with too much outrage at the thought of what he'd endured. Gritting his teeth and trying to calm himself enough to speak, Vegeta fought to remain coherent. "You are lying. You don't care what I am or what I do..." Vegeta turned his head away, clenching his eyes shut in frustration, overwhelmed again.
"I want for you to relinquish control to me, Vegeta," Freeza reminded simply.
Still unable to look at his tormentor, Vegeta emitted a derisive grunt. "Fuck you. You're just a sadist, playing sick games...that is why you'll never be as great as Cooler." He knew that any mention of Freeza's brother would be an affront to Freeza's ego. Freeza hissed at his brother's name, his tail swinging in agitation behind him, but he regained his composure faster than Vegeta expected.
"Sadist? I suppose that is an accurate assessment, but who can deny how much of a pleasure it is to torture a loathsome creature like you? And what about you, Vegeta? From what I understand, you have become quite the masochist," Freeza replied knowingly.
"Bullshit," Vegeta cringed as another stab of pain hit his side. I'm bleeding to death. I don't have time for this, Vegeta thought bitterly, but he decided he would sooner blackout than request medical attention.
"You do not know what I am talking about? Of course." Freeza was beaming. Vegeta sensed that Freeza was hiding something that he found deeply gratifying. "You may be surprised to know that I have actually found you very helpful over the past months," he continued.
Months? Vegeta was shocked to admit to himself that he had no idea how much Freeza was distorting the truth, if at all.
"You see, Vegeta, I am very busy with many important matters. While you are entertaining, you have not always received the amount of...attention...you deserve. Which is why I have been pleased to learn of the abuse you have inflicted upon yourself." Freeza's voice was matter-of-fact, and Vegeta turned back to him to sneer.
"What the fuck are you—?" Vegeta knew the answer as soon as the words began to tumble out of his mouth, causing his face to slacken in shock. Freeza was talking about his attempts to break the K.R.I. device by releasing increasing amounts of ki for increasing amounts of time. Vegeta sat in paralyzed silence. It had been easy to think that he was alone in those monotonous hours, but it was all too apparent now that Freeza would have countless ways to learn of his plan.
"Poor, helpless Saiyajin...so predictable. So easily manipulated." Freeza's expression was dangerous now. "When I informed you of your new modification, I neglected—with pleasure—to explain the mechanism by which the K.R.I. device operates. The K.R.I. device is not simply an electronic apparatus to detect the release of ki and punish you with corresponding levels of current. It is a simple conduit, channeling your own ki directly back into the appropriate fibers of your spine for the desired effect. As such, it cannot be overcome by means of your ki alone, making all of your attempts to overwhelm it completely pointless."
Vegeta listened with increasing nausea as the foundation for his only hope for escape was slowly dismantled. He's lying, he thought desperately, thinking that the K.R.I. device’s remote activation implied some other mechanism, but he could imagine that addition being easily accomplished. Now that he had been confronted with it directly, he knew that what Freeza said was true. Vegeta recognized with despair that he should have seen the impossibility of his intentions, but he had been too stubborn to give in. He was terrified to acknowledge how helpless he truly was.
"Make no mistake, Vegeta, it was very entertaining to watch you try. You see, when I had the K.R.I. device implanted, I had a monitoring device installed with it. Every time the K.R.I. device is activated, I receive notification of the degree and duration, which is logged for my evaluation." Freeza paused to laugh. "There was scarcely a day that you did not make yourself squirm in agony...for nothing." Vegeta was now in a stupor, his weakened body and battered mind unable to summon a defense against Freeza's cruel revelations. Each newly unveiled piece of Freeza’s design was an additional burden, and he began to crumple under the weight of hopelessness. Vegeta pictured Freeza laughing over reports of how much his captive had tried in vain to break free. Worst of all, Freeza had incited him to try to escape and had given him plenty of opportunities to turn his own ki against himself. Vegeta rolled his torso to the side a little so he could vomit more blood onto the once-sterile floor.
"There is no way to flee, Vegeta. I have raised you, molded you...and now I will reshape you as I please. When you accept this, you will no longer suffer as you do now." Freeza advanced, lazily pushing Vegeta onto his back by placing a foot on his shoulder and keeping it there.
"I will...never...serve you," Vegeta managed to snarl, but it was the weak promise of a cornered fighter.
"You will see," Freeza stated simply, kicking Vegeta unconscious.
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