Rain Measure | By : Kimmy Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 1460 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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AN: Okay, I have
no idea where this came from, I blame all those tentacle fics I keep hearing
about (but have never actually seen).
Disclaimer: I
don’t own dbz. I get no money from writing this story.
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It was raining.
If it hadn’t been raining Vegeta would have been on the ship right now,
another barren planet in his wake. Instead he was forced to seek shelter inside
this narrow cave, his only company a giant slimy squid.
The rain was pure nitric acid.
The squid was a pain in the ass.
It had to be Frieza’s idea of a joke, letting a weak, mindless beast
like that into his troops. It wandered Frieza’s station like a large puppy, its
eyes staring dumbly at everyone it met. The thing had even been outfitted with
a scouter.
It was a message of humiliation.
One day he would see Frieza broken. The lizard would be on his back,
gasping and twitching, and his body would be completely crushed. Vegeta would
stand by his side, and his boots would be soaked in violet blood.
Vegeta moved his hand between his legs.
And Frieza would cry. He would beg and whimper, and slobber down
the sides of his mouth.
“Yes…”
The spandex felt smooth, almost slippery, under the thick cloth of his
gloves. He stared at the rain while his hand worked. A curtain of steamy drops,
constantly moving but never changing.
He was aware of the squid cowering behind him. He should turn around and
blast it, it would be so easy. If it hadn’t been for Frieza, if it hadn’t been
for… everything.
“Maaaster Frieza,” he hissed between his teeth. His hand dug in,
careless and rough.
Creature of Frieza. Despicable.
He turned
around, lightening fast, and grabbed one of the tentacles. He squeezed, and
felt his fingers sink into the soft flesh. A plaintive yowl could be heard, and
a tremor went through its bulky body.
“Ha.” His
fingers tightened, probed, and found some harder part in the center of the
limb. It felt brittle, like a twig.
The creature
slowly lifted another tentacle and hooked it around his wrist. It tugged
slightly. The grip held no force, it was… mild. Vegeta relaxed his fingers. The
mangled limb slid away, but the one around his wrist lingered. It glided
lightly over his palm, and Vegeta caught it, but slowly. His hand felt like it
belonged to somebody else.
Well…
He looked down, at the erection straining against his tight fitting
pants. He felt his lips press together in a small, harsh smile. He snorted, a
mixture between a curse and a chuckle.
He drew his thumb over the slippery surface of the tentacle. It was
nearly as wide as his wrist and the tip was rounded and blunt. Almost
unconsciously, his other hand went to the hem of his pants. He pulled them down
until they were halfway down his thighs.
He turned around and tightened his grip on the tentacle. After a
heartbeat of hesitation, he leaned forward and pressed the long limb up against
his body. He let the tip glide over the exposed skin between his buttocks,
rubbing slightly. He brought it back and forth at few times, it bounced limply
against his backside. A track of cool liquid ran down his inner thigh.
“Get the idea already!”
At the sound of his voice, the thing shrunk away, backing off in a move
that was almost elegant. The tentacle slipped out of his hand.
“Hey!”
Lightening cracked the air outside, and shadows flickered. Light
reflected off the glass of the scouter that the creature was wearing.
Vegeta brought his hand forward, palm out. His boots braced the stone as
the energy surged and focused.
The blast hit the squid full on, tearing right through its body. A
fountain of wet shreds hit the back of the cave, and Vegeta squinted and
pressed his lips together as his face was splattered with fluid.
“Hah!”
He stepped up to what remained of the thing and let go another blast,
tearing away the shuddering flesh like butter. Severed tentacles coiled on the
ground and whipped through the air, smacking the wall of the cave. Gradually,
the thrashing stilled and all movements came to an end.
Vegeta wiped his mouth on the back of his glove. His mind was already
working on what he should tell Frieza. “I’m sorry, Master, there was nothing I
could do. It just didn’t have the sense to seek shelter from the rain.”
He drew his pants all the way up, paying no attention to the throbbing
in his loins.
It could all rot and die.
He walked up to the mouth of the cave and crossed his arms over his
chest. The curtain of rain was tinted a darker shade from the onset of the
night.
There was one thought that wouldn’t leave his mind, a feeling that
wouldn’t let go.
The touch. It had been mild.
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