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Kiddnapping
Title: Past To Future
Author: Hiba Akaiko
Summary: Vegeta is kidnapped, abused and tortured. Will he ever be able to recover from his past?
Rating: Very VERY naughty, lots of sex and cursing. NC17
Pairing(s): Napa X Raditzu, Napa X Goku, Raditzu X Goku, Raditzu X Vegeta, Vegeta X Goku
Feedback: Um...yeah!
Characters: Characters that are seen in this story are from the book/cartoon or movie. Add any new characters name here. Also sometimes, people write about real people, so they will put the people’s names here. *Looks up at it. You know who's in this fic, you all know these Characters were created by Toriyama...not me. Toriyama is a Japanese person who lives over a HUGE ocean far far away from where I live. The events that occur in this story do not really take place in the Anime or in the manga and are created strictly from my imagination. Again, Toriyama, not me....
PLEASE REVIEW!
WARNINGS! Since this is an adult website, I'll skip the obvious. However, I've gotta tell you that I don't own any of this shit, I hardly even own the PC that I wrote it on...~_~ SO DON'T FILE LAWSUITS I'VE NO MONEY!
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Ages are as follows
Napa: 33
Raditzu: 18
Vegeta: 7
Goku: 6
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Vegeta opened his eyes, sitting up in the dark. Something had woken him up, he wasn’t sure what it was but he was scared. Glancing around his large dark room he tried to pinpoint what the disturbance was; something just didn’t sit right with him.
Scooting out of bed, the slender seven year old landed on the cold marble floor. Getting his bearings, he padded silently towards the door of his royal chambers. He could hear someone out there and knew it wasn’t the guards.
“We had a deal,” A cold voice hissed serpent like.
Vegeta didn’t recognize that voice but he knew instantly—he didn’t like the person who it belonged to. Shivering the small prince pressed his ear to the door, listening.
“I don’t care Furiza! He is MY son!”
Vegeta’s eyes widened in the dark, he recognized the voice of his father. Who was he talking to, who was this Furiza. Surely he should remember him, he was present during all of his father’s dealings with outside races. It was part of his schooling to become the future king, he always sat with his father for every little meeting.
“Make him Leave Sha,” A female voice whispered, sounding frightened and strained. “I don’t like him being this close to Vegeta.”
Mom? Vegeta wondered in surprise. His mother never wondered the halls this late at night, and she sure as hell never stood by the king’s side when he was in a meeting with foreign ambassadors. She hated politics, she said it was an incredible waist of time and that it was frightfully boring to her.
“Are you and your woman going to stop me,” That cold voice asked with a great deal of amusement, “Or is that why you brought her? To have her fight your battles for you? How weak!”
Vegeta growled silently from where he stood, how dare someone call his father weak! He hoped his father blasted the bastard into the next dimension for saying such things. Pressing closer to the door, he heard some sort of movement.
“Let her go Furiza,” His father’s normally calm voice cracked, fright lacing through his gravelly tone.
“The deal was. . . “ The nasty reptilian voice growled, “That you hand over your most prized warriors. Are you back peddling on the deal? Do you want to get me mad! BECAUSE YOU ARE STARTING TO PISS ME OFF!”
Backing away from the door, Vegeta stared at the wooden panals while he rubbed his ear. The pitch of that voice still ringing in his ears. Most Prized warriors? He didn’t mean his Raditzu, did they? He glanced over his shoulder to the other set of doors that led out of his room.
Dashing silently towards those doors, he threw them open, charging into the other’s room. “Raditzu! Raditzu! RADITZU! WAKE UP!”
He pounced onto the large bed, pulling and tugging at the covers and unfortunately at his guard’s long hair. “Wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup!”
“HUSH!” Raditzu growled, sitting up at last, clapping a hand gently over the prince’s mouth. “What is it?”
Vegeta blushed, his childhood crush on the older guard heating up at once. When he felt the hand move away, he was once again babbling. “Father, father is outside the door! He is arguing with some vile form of life and he wants to take all of the skilled warriors away! Raditzu, you can’t leave me! You cant! I love you Raditzu!” He flung his arms around the warrior’s bear torso, near tears “You won’t let him take you away, will you?”
“Will you shut that brat up?” A rumbling voice growled from beside Raditzu.
“I am trying to Napa,” Raditzu sighed, cradling the seven year old in his arms. “Now slow down and tell me what is happening my prince. Were you having a bad dream?”
The prince shook his head violently, pointing back towards the doors that still stood wide open. “Father is outside my room, he is arguing with someone. You’ve got to come!” He hopped out of Raditzu’s arms, landing gracefully on the floor, dashing back the way he had come.
Heaving a sigh, Raditzu rolled his eyes, dragging himself from bed. “I’ll be right back honey,” He whispered, leaning over to brush his lips over Napa’s. Purring when he felt a soft tail slide up his bare hip, “Not now, Prince Vegeta has had a nightmare, I’ve got to calm him down.”
“M’kay,” Napa said sleepily, already falling back asleep, his arms wrapped around a pillow to replace the absence of Raditzu.
Smirking at his sleeping mate, he pulled on a pare of sweat pants and followed the Prince out into the huge royal bed chambers.
Raditzu’s eyes landed on a sight that had him instantly drawing his ki to him, rage filtering into his blood. Some filthy manner of lizard stood in his Prince’s room, standing near his Queen’s limp body. His prince knelt at her side, eyes wide and filled with tears. The king stood between the thing and his family. “My king?” Raditzu asked, waiting for comand to kill the intruder.
“Stand down Raditzu,” The king said in a strangled voice, his eyes never leaving the strange white beast.
“Raditzu!” The prince sobbed, the young child’s normally stoic features melting with grief. “What’s wrong with mommy? Daddy won’t tell me!”
The royal guard edged his way towards the Prince, his senses flailing out, trying to find the Queen’s warm ki. It wasn’t there, her life was gone. Now standing so close, he could see the bruises that had formed before her death, the creature had strangled her, marring her beautiful lily white skin with sick black bruises. Feeling sickness well in his stomach, he scooped Vegeta up off of the cold floor. “I’ll tell you latter, hush.” He whispered, eyes locking with the creature’s while he backed away, his Ki forming a protective shield around the prince.
“Hand the child to me and I won’t kill you,” The lizard said, as if speaking to a kitten or a puppy. Holding his arms out he strode up to Raditzu without fear, his tail slithering over the ground behind him. “Don’t make me have to hurt you too.”
“Dadddyyyyy,” Vegeta wailed, trying to squirm out of Raditzu’s arms, wanting his father to hold him. He was scared and he didn’t want that weird man coming near him.
“Hush,“ Raditzu whispered in the Prince’s ear, running a hand through the Royal’s upswept hair, trying to calm him. His eyes darted to the dead woman laying sprawled on the floor and knew that she must have tried to stop this creature from entering her only child’s room. Glancing to the king he waited for the word. He would fight this beast to the death if he were ordered to, his life meant nothing to that of the King's or the Prince's.
“Raditzu, give Furiza the child,” The king barked, sounding angry despite the fear that was still wrote heavily on his face. Raditzu’s eyes snapped back to his leader, he couldn’t have just given that order. . . His only son. Raditzu realized the King’s eyes were beginning to glaze over with a fevered look; the look of madness. ‘His mate is dead, he isn’t in his right mind.’ He thought, fear and panic washing over him in a tidal wave, making his knees weak and his stomach hurt.
“NO, nonononononononononononono! Daddy, I wanna stay with you!” Vegeta sobbed, despite Raditzu’s command to remain silent. He began to squirm again, wanting nothing more than to feel his father’s reassuring arms around him.
“NAPA!” Raditzu shouted over his shoulder, as well as over the mental bond he shared with the older Saiyan. Almost as if by magic the large, bald warrior appeared out of thin air, standing half dressed by Raditzu‘s shoulder. Holding Vegeta tighter, he wished the brat would stop struggling, he wasn’t helping the situation at all. “Shut up Vegeta!”
“Napa, Tell this baka to let me down!” The prince wailed, his tail joining in the struggle to get free from Raditzu’s strong arms.
“What’s going on,” Napa growled under his breath to the shorter Saiyan, his eyes darting from the hyper active child to the intruder in the Prince‘s chambers. He may have sounded stupid, but Raditzu knew the more seasoned warrior had a good grasp on the situation.
“Awwww. . . . The monkey called another dumb ape to help him.” Furiza barked a laugh, glowering at the king, “Get the damned brat from them and hand him over! I don’t want him hurt.”
Napa snarled, coming to stand in front of his mate, “You dare to touch my mate. . . Your Highness. . . And I will be forced to go against my oath.” He growled at the king who was approaching them.
“I have a better idea,” The king said with a laugh, tears filling his eyes. “Take the three of them. Raditzu, Napa, Vegeta, they are the strongest warriors on this planet. . . Now. . . “
The wicked looking creature regarded the king, a small smirk beginning to play over it’s features. “I think I shall.” Furiza’s attention turned back towards the two adults and the trembling child.
“Daddy! What are you talking about?” Vegeta balled, his struggles stopping, according to all he knew, his father was the strongest. Raditzu was only half of his father’s strength and Napa was still a good deal below his father’s levels. The horror struck seven year old’s eyes widened in sudden realization. Their father son bond telling him all he needed to know, “No daddy! NO YOU CANT! Daddy! Don‘t kill yourself!” Vegeta went absolutely nuts, biting and scratching at Raditzu, trying to get to his father.
Growling, Napa turned around and grabbed Vegeta by the nap of his neck and held him away from his mate, “BRAT!” He spat, giving the wriggling child a hard slap.
The King turned his back on the sight, “Take good care of him.” He mumbled, leaving the violence of the room, silently closing the door behind himself.
Vegeta burst into tears all over again, “I want my mommy and daddy! DON’T GO DADDY! HELP ME!” He sobbed, looking totally defeated. Raditzu took the crying child back into his arms and cradled him gently to his chest.
“Vegeta Sama, your momma’s dead. . . “ He said in a pain filled voice, tears stinging his own eyes, feeling the cub’s fright and anger and grief. “And your father is better off following her.” Glancing towards the door that the King had escaped out of, he wondered if he should retreat too. If he was by himself, he would have. But with Vegeta in his arms, he wasn’t even going to risk making a step towards any sort of exit.
“ENOUGH!” Furiza growled, his tail snapping like a whip behind him, producing a frightening sound. In an instant the two adults and the crying child were surrounded by men of every shape, size and species. All of them wore the same armor and tight cloth that their master strutted around in.
“MOOOOMMMMMMYYYYY!” Vegeta sobbed into Raditzu’s neck, his slender hands fisting into Raditzu’s hair.
Raditzu growled, the fur on his tail standing on end in warning when the ruffian began to get too close to him and Vegeta. He may not have been Vegeta’s biological mother, but the bond he had with the child was just as strong. Saiyans were known to get deadly violent when their cubs were in danger. “I do not want a fight, but if you think of harming my mate or the Prince, I will tear you limb from limb.” Raditzu hissed, his anger seething in ever syllable.
“M-m-mommmmmyyyy, I want my mommmmmmmyyyyyyy!” The small cub continued to sob, drowning out the loud growlers radiating from the snarling Saiyan. “Mommy.”
Furiza raised a hand, making a gesture of some sort. It caught Napa’s attention, his bulk shifting to stand between his mate and the invading party's leader “My mate’s threat extends to you—Shy’yadar. (1) Touch one hair on Raditzu’s head and I will break your back so I can torture you to death. I’ll rip you apart, cell by cell! Trathd’a re‘coves Me’cuth suru, Sashte’n rashte‘n Kahate‘n! (2)”
Raditzu covered Vegeta’s ears as best as he could, glaring at his mate for using such language around the Prince. It may have been a hopeless situation, but that didn’t mean they abandoned their manors around the Royal.
The lizard began to laugh, his head tossing back with the pure mirth he exuded. Obviously he didn’t understand Saiyago or he would have been angry with the cleverly rhymed curses Napa hurled. “You think you can take me! OH, that is RICH!” The beast howled, another hand gesture flowing into the natural body movements of the amused creature.
The prince had fallen silent, wide eyes fixed on the lizard. His whole body trembling despite the heat that surrounded him from Raditzu’s sweating body. That laugh chilled him to the bone, filled his heart with fear and made him feel sick all at the same time. Now he knew for sure . . .this thing was pure evil.
Unease filled Raditzu’s features and he began to look around at the circle of beings. “AHH!“ Raditzu cried, pain flaring up his ankle. Staggering, he held the Prince tighter to his chest, his sight blurring and his knees giving out on him. He never saw the dart that struck the back of his bare ankle, or the attack that took down his lover. Falling to the floor he kept Vegeta under his body, convinced that he was dying and this was the only way left to protect his prince.
Vegeta Shrieked in pure terror, the bulk of the large Saiyan beginning to crush him into the cold unforgiving marble of his floor. The hair he had loved to play with was smothering him, just before he lost consciousness, he heard the angry shouts of other Saiyans.
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a/n
(1) Shy’yadar (Shy-yah-dah har)——Saiyago for shit face; latterly meaning face made of excrement.
(2) Trathd’a re’coves me’cuth suru, Sashte’n rashte‘n Kahate‘n. (Trah-tahe-day Ree-k-ho-veh-ss Me-ku-at-he suh-ruh, sahsh-ten rahsh-ten ka-yay-ten) dare you I do, inbred animal fucking child rapper!
(3) Me’cuthra Ou’g (Me-ku-at-he-rah Ow-oo-gee) My prince.
Author: Hiba Akaiko
Summary: Vegeta is kidnapped, abused and tortured. Will he ever be able to recover from his past?
Rating: Very VERY naughty, lots of sex and cursing. NC17
Pairing(s): Napa X Raditzu, Napa X Goku, Raditzu X Goku, Raditzu X Vegeta, Vegeta X Goku
Feedback: Um...yeah!
Characters: Characters that are seen in this story are from the book/cartoon or movie. Add any new characters name here. Also sometimes, people write about real people, so they will put the people’s names here. *Looks up at it. You know who's in this fic, you all know these Characters were created by Toriyama...not me. Toriyama is a Japanese person who lives over a HUGE ocean far far away from where I live. The events that occur in this story do not really take place in the Anime or in the manga and are created strictly from my imagination. Again, Toriyama, not me....
PLEASE REVIEW!
WARNINGS! Since this is an adult website, I'll skip the obvious. However, I've gotta tell you that I don't own any of this shit, I hardly even own the PC that I wrote it on...~_~ SO DON'T FILE LAWSUITS I'VE NO MONEY!
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Ages are as follows
Napa: 33
Raditzu: 18
Vegeta: 7
Goku: 6
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Vegeta opened his eyes, sitting up in the dark. Something had woken him up, he wasn’t sure what it was but he was scared. Glancing around his large dark room he tried to pinpoint what the disturbance was; something just didn’t sit right with him.
Scooting out of bed, the slender seven year old landed on the cold marble floor. Getting his bearings, he padded silently towards the door of his royal chambers. He could hear someone out there and knew it wasn’t the guards.
“We had a deal,” A cold voice hissed serpent like.
Vegeta didn’t recognize that voice but he knew instantly—he didn’t like the person who it belonged to. Shivering the small prince pressed his ear to the door, listening.
“I don’t care Furiza! He is MY son!”
Vegeta’s eyes widened in the dark, he recognized the voice of his father. Who was he talking to, who was this Furiza. Surely he should remember him, he was present during all of his father’s dealings with outside races. It was part of his schooling to become the future king, he always sat with his father for every little meeting.
“Make him Leave Sha,” A female voice whispered, sounding frightened and strained. “I don’t like him being this close to Vegeta.”
Mom? Vegeta wondered in surprise. His mother never wondered the halls this late at night, and she sure as hell never stood by the king’s side when he was in a meeting with foreign ambassadors. She hated politics, she said it was an incredible waist of time and that it was frightfully boring to her.
“Are you and your woman going to stop me,” That cold voice asked with a great deal of amusement, “Or is that why you brought her? To have her fight your battles for you? How weak!”
Vegeta growled silently from where he stood, how dare someone call his father weak! He hoped his father blasted the bastard into the next dimension for saying such things. Pressing closer to the door, he heard some sort of movement.
“Let her go Furiza,” His father’s normally calm voice cracked, fright lacing through his gravelly tone.
“The deal was. . . “ The nasty reptilian voice growled, “That you hand over your most prized warriors. Are you back peddling on the deal? Do you want to get me mad! BECAUSE YOU ARE STARTING TO PISS ME OFF!”
Backing away from the door, Vegeta stared at the wooden panals while he rubbed his ear. The pitch of that voice still ringing in his ears. Most Prized warriors? He didn’t mean his Raditzu, did they? He glanced over his shoulder to the other set of doors that led out of his room.
Dashing silently towards those doors, he threw them open, charging into the other’s room. “Raditzu! Raditzu! RADITZU! WAKE UP!”
He pounced onto the large bed, pulling and tugging at the covers and unfortunately at his guard’s long hair. “Wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup!”
“HUSH!” Raditzu growled, sitting up at last, clapping a hand gently over the prince’s mouth. “What is it?”
Vegeta blushed, his childhood crush on the older guard heating up at once. When he felt the hand move away, he was once again babbling. “Father, father is outside the door! He is arguing with some vile form of life and he wants to take all of the skilled warriors away! Raditzu, you can’t leave me! You cant! I love you Raditzu!” He flung his arms around the warrior’s bear torso, near tears “You won’t let him take you away, will you?”
“Will you shut that brat up?” A rumbling voice growled from beside Raditzu.
“I am trying to Napa,” Raditzu sighed, cradling the seven year old in his arms. “Now slow down and tell me what is happening my prince. Were you having a bad dream?”
The prince shook his head violently, pointing back towards the doors that still stood wide open. “Father is outside my room, he is arguing with someone. You’ve got to come!” He hopped out of Raditzu’s arms, landing gracefully on the floor, dashing back the way he had come.
Heaving a sigh, Raditzu rolled his eyes, dragging himself from bed. “I’ll be right back honey,” He whispered, leaning over to brush his lips over Napa’s. Purring when he felt a soft tail slide up his bare hip, “Not now, Prince Vegeta has had a nightmare, I’ve got to calm him down.”
“M’kay,” Napa said sleepily, already falling back asleep, his arms wrapped around a pillow to replace the absence of Raditzu.
Smirking at his sleeping mate, he pulled on a pare of sweat pants and followed the Prince out into the huge royal bed chambers.
Raditzu’s eyes landed on a sight that had him instantly drawing his ki to him, rage filtering into his blood. Some filthy manner of lizard stood in his Prince’s room, standing near his Queen’s limp body. His prince knelt at her side, eyes wide and filled with tears. The king stood between the thing and his family. “My king?” Raditzu asked, waiting for comand to kill the intruder.
“Stand down Raditzu,” The king said in a strangled voice, his eyes never leaving the strange white beast.
“Raditzu!” The prince sobbed, the young child’s normally stoic features melting with grief. “What’s wrong with mommy? Daddy won’t tell me!”
The royal guard edged his way towards the Prince, his senses flailing out, trying to find the Queen’s warm ki. It wasn’t there, her life was gone. Now standing so close, he could see the bruises that had formed before her death, the creature had strangled her, marring her beautiful lily white skin with sick black bruises. Feeling sickness well in his stomach, he scooped Vegeta up off of the cold floor. “I’ll tell you latter, hush.” He whispered, eyes locking with the creature’s while he backed away, his Ki forming a protective shield around the prince.
“Hand the child to me and I won’t kill you,” The lizard said, as if speaking to a kitten or a puppy. Holding his arms out he strode up to Raditzu without fear, his tail slithering over the ground behind him. “Don’t make me have to hurt you too.”
“Dadddyyyyy,” Vegeta wailed, trying to squirm out of Raditzu’s arms, wanting his father to hold him. He was scared and he didn’t want that weird man coming near him.
“Hush,“ Raditzu whispered in the Prince’s ear, running a hand through the Royal’s upswept hair, trying to calm him. His eyes darted to the dead woman laying sprawled on the floor and knew that she must have tried to stop this creature from entering her only child’s room. Glancing to the king he waited for the word. He would fight this beast to the death if he were ordered to, his life meant nothing to that of the King's or the Prince's.
“Raditzu, give Furiza the child,” The king barked, sounding angry despite the fear that was still wrote heavily on his face. Raditzu’s eyes snapped back to his leader, he couldn’t have just given that order. . . His only son. Raditzu realized the King’s eyes were beginning to glaze over with a fevered look; the look of madness. ‘His mate is dead, he isn’t in his right mind.’ He thought, fear and panic washing over him in a tidal wave, making his knees weak and his stomach hurt.
“NO, nonononononononononononono! Daddy, I wanna stay with you!” Vegeta sobbed, despite Raditzu’s command to remain silent. He began to squirm again, wanting nothing more than to feel his father’s reassuring arms around him.
“NAPA!” Raditzu shouted over his shoulder, as well as over the mental bond he shared with the older Saiyan. Almost as if by magic the large, bald warrior appeared out of thin air, standing half dressed by Raditzu‘s shoulder. Holding Vegeta tighter, he wished the brat would stop struggling, he wasn’t helping the situation at all. “Shut up Vegeta!”
“Napa, Tell this baka to let me down!” The prince wailed, his tail joining in the struggle to get free from Raditzu’s strong arms.
“What’s going on,” Napa growled under his breath to the shorter Saiyan, his eyes darting from the hyper active child to the intruder in the Prince‘s chambers. He may have sounded stupid, but Raditzu knew the more seasoned warrior had a good grasp on the situation.
“Awwww. . . . The monkey called another dumb ape to help him.” Furiza barked a laugh, glowering at the king, “Get the damned brat from them and hand him over! I don’t want him hurt.”
Napa snarled, coming to stand in front of his mate, “You dare to touch my mate. . . Your Highness. . . And I will be forced to go against my oath.” He growled at the king who was approaching them.
“I have a better idea,” The king said with a laugh, tears filling his eyes. “Take the three of them. Raditzu, Napa, Vegeta, they are the strongest warriors on this planet. . . Now. . . “
The wicked looking creature regarded the king, a small smirk beginning to play over it’s features. “I think I shall.” Furiza’s attention turned back towards the two adults and the trembling child.
“Daddy! What are you talking about?” Vegeta balled, his struggles stopping, according to all he knew, his father was the strongest. Raditzu was only half of his father’s strength and Napa was still a good deal below his father’s levels. The horror struck seven year old’s eyes widened in sudden realization. Their father son bond telling him all he needed to know, “No daddy! NO YOU CANT! Daddy! Don‘t kill yourself!” Vegeta went absolutely nuts, biting and scratching at Raditzu, trying to get to his father.
Growling, Napa turned around and grabbed Vegeta by the nap of his neck and held him away from his mate, “BRAT!” He spat, giving the wriggling child a hard slap.
The King turned his back on the sight, “Take good care of him.” He mumbled, leaving the violence of the room, silently closing the door behind himself.
Vegeta burst into tears all over again, “I want my mommy and daddy! DON’T GO DADDY! HELP ME!” He sobbed, looking totally defeated. Raditzu took the crying child back into his arms and cradled him gently to his chest.
“Vegeta Sama, your momma’s dead. . . “ He said in a pain filled voice, tears stinging his own eyes, feeling the cub’s fright and anger and grief. “And your father is better off following her.” Glancing towards the door that the King had escaped out of, he wondered if he should retreat too. If he was by himself, he would have. But with Vegeta in his arms, he wasn’t even going to risk making a step towards any sort of exit.
“ENOUGH!” Furiza growled, his tail snapping like a whip behind him, producing a frightening sound. In an instant the two adults and the crying child were surrounded by men of every shape, size and species. All of them wore the same armor and tight cloth that their master strutted around in.
“MOOOOMMMMMMYYYYY!” Vegeta sobbed into Raditzu’s neck, his slender hands fisting into Raditzu’s hair.
Raditzu growled, the fur on his tail standing on end in warning when the ruffian began to get too close to him and Vegeta. He may not have been Vegeta’s biological mother, but the bond he had with the child was just as strong. Saiyans were known to get deadly violent when their cubs were in danger. “I do not want a fight, but if you think of harming my mate or the Prince, I will tear you limb from limb.” Raditzu hissed, his anger seething in ever syllable.
“M-m-mommmmmyyyy, I want my mommmmmmmyyyyyyy!” The small cub continued to sob, drowning out the loud growlers radiating from the snarling Saiyan. “Mommy.”
Furiza raised a hand, making a gesture of some sort. It caught Napa’s attention, his bulk shifting to stand between his mate and the invading party's leader “My mate’s threat extends to you—Shy’yadar. (1) Touch one hair on Raditzu’s head and I will break your back so I can torture you to death. I’ll rip you apart, cell by cell! Trathd’a re‘coves Me’cuth suru, Sashte’n rashte‘n Kahate‘n! (2)”
Raditzu covered Vegeta’s ears as best as he could, glaring at his mate for using such language around the Prince. It may have been a hopeless situation, but that didn’t mean they abandoned their manors around the Royal.
The lizard began to laugh, his head tossing back with the pure mirth he exuded. Obviously he didn’t understand Saiyago or he would have been angry with the cleverly rhymed curses Napa hurled. “You think you can take me! OH, that is RICH!” The beast howled, another hand gesture flowing into the natural body movements of the amused creature.
The prince had fallen silent, wide eyes fixed on the lizard. His whole body trembling despite the heat that surrounded him from Raditzu’s sweating body. That laugh chilled him to the bone, filled his heart with fear and made him feel sick all at the same time. Now he knew for sure . . .this thing was pure evil.
Unease filled Raditzu’s features and he began to look around at the circle of beings. “AHH!“ Raditzu cried, pain flaring up his ankle. Staggering, he held the Prince tighter to his chest, his sight blurring and his knees giving out on him. He never saw the dart that struck the back of his bare ankle, or the attack that took down his lover. Falling to the floor he kept Vegeta under his body, convinced that he was dying and this was the only way left to protect his prince.
Vegeta Shrieked in pure terror, the bulk of the large Saiyan beginning to crush him into the cold unforgiving marble of his floor. The hair he had loved to play with was smothering him, just before he lost consciousness, he heard the angry shouts of other Saiyans.
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(1) Shy’yadar (Shy-yah-dah har)——Saiyago for shit face; latterly meaning face made of excrement.
(2) Trathd’a re’coves me’cuth suru, Sashte’n rashte‘n Kahate‘n. (Trah-tahe-day Ree-k-ho-veh-ss Me-ku-at-he suh-ruh, sahsh-ten rahsh-ten ka-yay-ten) dare you I do, inbred animal fucking child rapper!
(3) Me’cuthra Ou’g (Me-ku-at-he-rah Ow-oo-gee) My prince.