Pleasure Slave

Title: Pleasure Slave
Author: Goku Mum
Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ chara’s, only some aliens are mine. DBZ belongs to Akira Toriyama and the respective copyright holders. This is a fanfiction, no money involved.
Warnings: NC 17 – hard yaoi, hard lemon and abuse, slavery
My special thanks to chibivegeta and aelfwenna for betaing this fic.


Pleasure Slave

Vegeta hated Halloween. He hated to see monsters, even kids disguised as monsters. He had lived so many years of his life with real monsters he just couldn’t stand seeing them anymore. And he knew, every year, at Halloween, he would dream. Bad dreams, nightmares, nightmares of real monsters, of his past, or what it might have been...

Vegeta was eighteen standard years and he had served Lord Frieza now for nearly ten. Years of fighting, training, planet purging, and pleasing his master. All because Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyajins, was a slave.

His planet was gone, his father and nearly all of his race dead. Just two warriors served with him under Frieza, Nappa and Radditz. They, too, were slaves. And also like Vegeta, branded on their thighs with the Cold Lord’s mark. Vegeta hated his life as a slave, he wanted to get stronger and one day, he would kill Frieza. Or so he actually hoped.

Lord Frieza had called for him. Vegeta didn’t want to displease his master, and so hurried to the throne room of King Cold’s spawn. Frieza stood at the big window staring into the black eternity of the universe.

“Vegeta, you are eighteen years old by now and should have attained maturity by your kind’s standards.”

“I have Lord Frieza. I have been mature for some time already.”

“Well, Vegeta, then I have a new assignment for you. You please my eyes and I want to have you close to me. I shall take you into my harem.”

“Lord Frieza...I...I am…I am a warrior.” Vegeta was frightened and stunned. Never did he expect this. He knew that Frieza had a harem of beautiful creatures, but he didn’t know that Frieza wanted to have him. He also was aware what being part of the harem meant for him: he would never see the outer world again. He was restricted to the few rooms of the harem, waiting to pleasure his master and said master’s guests. No more fighting, no more planet purging, no outlets. Those who disappeared into the harem were never seen outside again.

“Vegeta, come here.”

Vegeta didn’t dare to disobey his master and he went to Frieza. The Ice-jin took an ornate collar and tucked it around Vegeta’s neck. He grabbed for a leash and fastened it to the collar. Vegeta wanted to flee, run, get out of there. But there was no way. His strength and his power were gone. He was restricted, the collar worked to restrain his ki.

Frieza tugged on the leash.

“Come on, follow me my beautiful pet. I will show you the ways of your new life. You will love it, after some time.” A cruel smirk crossed the changeling’s face.

He pushed a button and a hidden door, Vegeta had never seen, slid aside. They passed through and it closed silently behind them. He was trapped. There was no way out, no way back. He was led to the private apartments. Many nice looking creatures, all naked and ornately jeweled, sprawled on cushions and couches, waiting for their master to arrive.

“This is your new home Vegeta, I hope you like it. But first, you must be prepared for the harem lifestyle. Come along Vegeta, now to the preparation chamber.”

Vegeta was startled. What did he mean ‘preparation chamber’? Still lead by the leash, he had to follow Frieza. They entered a small room. Inside it looked like a medic bay, two strange beings were waiting for them.

They made him lay down on a padded table. His hands were tugged down, his legs were straddled and also tugged. The strange beings approached him with a syringe and injected what he soon realized were anesthetics.

“What for…?” he mumbled, his eyelids heavy, ready to pass out.

“Just a little operation Vegeta, only a few minutes. You know I hate a sticky mess.”

When he woke up he was in a regen tank that was already being drained. The medics lifted the mask and helped him out of the tank. He was handed a towel. At first he didn’t remember where he was, but than his memory rushed back.

He was in Frieza’s harem, he was a pleasure slave and he had been ‘prepared’. He took the towel to clean off the regeneration fluid. And suddenly he panicked. O God, what did they do! Now he understood what ‘preparation’ meant! A part of his body was definitely missing. He touched again. Nothing.

They were gone. He was no longer male. They had castrated him; his balls were gone. Vegeta knew he could never tolerate the shame; he would rather die than live on like this. His cock also felt strange, numb. And on touching it he could tell there were two bands of metal; one fitted snugly under the crown, and another constricting the base. They seemed to be made of the same substance as the collar. Vegeta’s mind went completely blank. Only his pride kept him from crying aloud, but treacherous fluid welled in his eyes.

The medics handed him a loincloth and some jewelry, armbands, a belt and earrings, but no other garments. Silently he tucked the loincloth around his hips to hide his shame. Then put on the jewelry and followed another pleasure slave to his new room.

Vegeta lay down on his bed and cried. He had seen so many things in his life but this was the worst that could ever have happened to him. They were beating and bruising him, he was fighting and killing, but now, this was much worse. Frieza had taken everything from him, his power, his pride and even his manhood. He was nothing but a pet now, waiting for the strokes of his master. Ready to be walked around like some dog for Frieza and his guests’ perverted pleasure.

Vegeta didn’t know how long he had been laying on the bed and crying when another slave came to bring him to the master.

“Our Lord wants you, Vegeta. Please follow me.”

Vegeta felt broken, without even have the strength to resist anymore. He stood up and followed his fellow slave to a huge bed where Frieza was waiting for him.

“Well, Vegeta, you don’t disappoint me. Come here. Let me see.” Frieza removed the loincloth and petted the place where his balls used to be.

“Well done, you don’t even have a scar. Perfect. Oh, don’t be sad about those Vegeta, you don’t need them anyway. They just meant a lot of mess, and I really dislike any sticky mess. They also cut the canal to the prostate inside, so you just will come dry my little one. You will get used to it, it’s better for my hygiene.”

Frieza took the prince’s cock in his hand and investigated the limp flesh closely. Vegeta couldn’t feel anything. He saw Frieza touching him, but he didn’t feel anything. His cock was completely numb.

“The rings are well placed. I think they will stop bothering you after a while. Let’s see how well they work.”

Frieza took up a small device with several buttons. He pressed one and Vegeta’s cock went rigid, hardening instantly.

“Nice, isn’t it, Vegeta? We can have you whenever and however we want, hard or numb and without any restriction of your stamina.”

Frieza pushed another button and his cock went limp again. Vegeta felt nothing; he was completely empty. Even his body didn’t belong to him anymore. He had become a fuck-toy for Frieza, reacting to his master’s every whim.

“Oh, come on Vegeta, don’t be sad. Let’s have some fun. I want to make you mine, now.”

Frieza made Vegeta kneel before him, then unsheathed his bruised-purple length and brought it in front of Vegeta’s face.

“Suck me, Vegeta.”

Vegeta looked at the thick purple organ and wanted to vomit. But Frieza shoved it into his mouth, forcing him to deep throat and to thrusting in and out slowly until he came.

“Swallow Vegeta, swallow my seed, and you will never be able to go against me.”

Vegeta gagged and didn’t want to swallow the acrid fluid. But the thick organ in his mouth made him choke again, and somehow he swallowed his master’s cum.

“Very nice, Vegeta. And now we’ll continue with your initiation. Come here, Vegeta. Lay down on your stomach, get on your knees and spread your legs. That’s good, very good. And now I will give you some pleasure, Vegeta.”

Vegeta felt himself being filled. It hurt, a lot. His body was stretched and torn when the thick organ entered him. Frieza thrust in and out, when suddenly something jolted through Vegetaody,ody, like an electric current. White dots danced in front of his eyes. It wasn’t painful, it felt...good.

Vegeta groaned and was ashamed. But his body responded to Fieza’s thrusts, wanted him to go on harder, to stroke this point in his body over and over again. He felt a knot tighten in his groin, he panted, feeling he was on the edge. Screaming out his climax though his cock remained completely limp.

Frieza thrust a few times more, hissing his own pleasure, and Vegeta felt hot wetness spreading inside him. Frieza chuckled:

“You see, my little pet, you really don’t need those to feel pleasure from your master.” He stroked over the limp cock and the missing parts. “They are just annoying. Do you feel good, Vegeta?”

“Yes; my lord, I am feeling fine,” Vegeta replied. “I am honored to please you.”

“Good, Vegeta. I’ll show you something else, then you may rest.”

Frieza hailed to another pleasure slave, a pale blue skinned humanoid. A small gesture from Frieza’s hand and the young man presented his rear. The changeling took the device he had shown Vegeta before and pushed a button. Vegeta’s cock hardened quickly and another press of a button made Vegeta feeling like electric jolts running through his cock, making him feel very aroused. Frieza pointed to the boy:

“Now you two, make me a nice show. Take him Vegeta!”

And Vegeta entered the young man. The rings under the crown and around the base were annoying, but after several thrusts he got used to it, hammering into the presented body for some time. But he couldn’t find release, he couldn’t climax.

“How does it feel Vegeta?”

Vegeta flushed and answered: “I am hot, but I cannot come.”

“That’s why we put on these rings Vegeta,” Frieza snickered. “You can go on for hours, never getting limp. But I will release you.” Frieza pressed the button and he went numb and limp all of a sudden.

Vegeta pulled himself out in disgust. He had no more control over his cock. It was just a toy for Frieza’s fun, like the whole of himself. The once proud and strong Prince of Saiyajins had become a neutered sex slave in Frieza’s harem.

“Now go and rest Vegeta, I will show you more tomorrow.”

Vegeta left submissively. He had lost all his will; he went to his room, to his bed and just hoped to die.


Onyx eyes blinked and eyelashes fluttered. Vegeta pushed up from his bed. It took a moment before he recognized his surroundings. He was at CC, and just waking from another bloody Halloween nightmare.