My Slave

This is an AU/AR fic.

I did a bit of editing and I added more writing to. What was once six pages is now ten. A lot more! Eheh. I hope you guys enjoy the renevations! And thanks for the reviews and votes! Makes me pretty happy since this is my first shot at a DBZ fic.

It is 5026 A.D and our planet is hanging on its last thread. It cannot take any more abuse. In 2050 our race was finally hit by the realization that our planet would not make it when constant earthquakes, Tsunami’s, Fires, Twisters, Ice storms and droughts began plaguing places all over the world. And if it isn’t that, it’s the blazing sun that dries up everything it touches. The climate was no longer stable and food recourses had quickly become scarce because of these conditions. And to make matters worse-monsters began to crawl from deep within the earth. No one knows if they were always there; lying in wait or if it was a sudden mutation-but females were its main food source. More accurately it was found to be the human woman’s reproductive organs it needed to survive. Now, thousands of years later, not one woman has been born for centuries. And like wise that race of creatures died out. The human populous is now only in the low millions, and slowly continues to drop.

Until… A child was born… From a man… Evolution has shown its great mercy to create something to outlive those fiends and still bring life. But… Those men are very rare. The only way to tell if one man is one or not is by his strikingly beautiful features; even then it’s a hard gamble. Rape, lawlessness, and violence are common in the world now. Everyone is desperate.

But now… A new race of monsters is appearing. So very humanlike you can’t trust who stands next to you. The only way you could ever find one is if you are able to discern a specific trait that everyone of this race has. A tail-while primate like in shape-is strong enough break a human if two if hit hard enough. Skin-though humanlike-is as cool as a reptiles and a pasty white. Their strength unmatched with any creature or human and none crueler. These flesh devouring monsters have seized control of the planet and have built great metropolises within shielded domes where they herd their humans around-taking the males that can bare and forcing them to mate to create more food for themselves. Their technology is far greater than any human could hope to achieve, and with it they battle and take over other planets, in some cases herding those with a close enough DNA-to humans-from other planets to be able to mate-again for more food.

These creatures have begun calling themselves Saiyajins, and have earned themselves a frightening reputation with their crude power and tyrannical leadership over their weaker half. Every man lives in fear of being eaten or being taken as a sex slave for the nobles or royalty of this superior race. Now… In this very far off future is where our story begins.


A prince who tires of his sex slave brutally murders him to get a new one: the ignorant Goku whom was born outside the dome. But Goku has a big secret; he’s a bearer. But as Goku finds out, there was another secret he never knew.

My Slave
Vegeta/Goku
Adult ++
By: OutakuNut
Warnings for the whole story, I may be specific for each chapter: Abuse, Anal, Angst, AU/AR, Beast, Bond, D/s, Dom (male), H/C, Language, Mpreg, N/C, Oral, Slave, SoloM, Violence, Yaoi (M/M)

Warnings this chapter: Violence, Abuse, Language

Blood splattered the cold stonewalls, ending the scream that had pierced the air some moments before, abruptly. The dark haired man sneered and turned away from the mangled body that still spouted crimson blood from where the head had been severed, the blood turning the dark purple carpet (the color of royalty) into an even deeper shade.

“Clean up this mess!” The handmaids that had witnessed the brutal killing of the slave trembled, hesitant to near the blood bath but afraid they would end up in the same manner if they did not humor the young prince. “Worthless.” The young raven-haired prince stormed down the grand halls of the palace-his black cloak flowing behind him in his fast, annoyed strut; tail safely wrapped around his waist.

“Wasting food again my son?” A deep, rough voice asked from a doorway the young prince paused by. The young man turned his angry gaze and stared up at the taller, larger man standing just inside the large meeting room. All their clients had apparently already left. He stared up at the man whom he strikingly looked like. They had the same spiked black hair and eyes-though the princes were more bitter with anger than his fathers. You could almost say they were twins aside from their obvious age differences-for the older sported a good, dark beard. His body was more filled out with thicker muscles than his sons and his face showed the lines of age.

“He disobeyed me again and I lost my temper. Besides, you wouldn’t want to eat him anyway, his meat would have had a foul taste to it.” The prince sneered, his venomous voice holding a definite tone of confident arrogance-even in the presence of his father. His father chuckled and nodded-dismissing his son. He watched his son quickly strut down the hall when he called.

“Son, I presume you want a new slave?” The prince: Vegeta turned his upper torso just enough to glance at his father and snorted. The sound was heard and acknowledged. The man was so proud of his boy. Turning from Vegeta he walked down another hall adjacent to the one his son headed down. He would send notice that his son wanted a new slave, and let Vegeta take care of everything else.




The sun beat down relentlessly upon the earth’s surface. The lone figure sauntering through the rocky, desert like terrain slowly approached the dome-though he was still a good ten miles away. The dirty, battered brown cloak that shielded the figure from the biting sand winds only made the heat of the sun worse. The man was sweating profusely and breathing in deeply; the thinner air out in the no-mans-lands was much harder on the lungs, not to mention the gravitational pull was a lot harder too. But those together made the rough atmosphere great for training the body. Though the young man that walked cared little for it. When he was younger he thought it was great, but when his parents died and it was found out that he was a bearer he had to flee the little village he grew up in. It was always bad enough for the man who gave birth to him; dealing with attacks often. That was what got the young boy of five training.

But now he had to wander the desert until he came to a place where he could safely hide himself, maybe meet someone and secretly start a family-like his parents had done. It was his own fault that they were found out, and it was a guilt he had to live with. The howling wind drowned out the growls of the young mans stomach as he walked. It’s been so long since he’d eaten anything. He had run out of food a while ago-even though he was being conservative. He knew that he wouldn’t last much longer if he didn’t get some food in him-but he doubted he had the money for the high priced goods.

‘I can’t give up yet… I can’t… I’ve got to… Go on…’ His hunger had begun giving him pains a while ago, and he was already beginning to feel weak. He had gotten so close to the gates. He could see the armored guards standing guard on each side of the great door. He had never been to the city, and didn’t know much about it. He was pretty much in complete ignorance. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if this city existed (he had only heard rumors of its existence. A place where life was easy, a place where you could live with happiness and a full belly) But from the looks of things it did exist or at least… he hoped so. ‘Please, don’t let it be a mirage.’ Dark, straining eyes squinted as he neared the gate and the two guards tensed upon seeing him emerge from the side of their vision. He took a few more staggering steps before his foot almost seemed to float out from under him and he fell hard to the ground. His energy was completely drained. He watched the feet of the guards cautiously approach him from his blurring line of vision before his world faded into darkness.

The young man was aware of his body scraping against something, and a force pulling his arms over his head. It took a moment before his dazed and jumbled thoughts collected themselves and he was able to make out that his surroundings were slowly moving. Or at least, make out what he could. It was so dark he couldn’t really tell what was going on, or where he was apparently being dragged too. He squinted and thought he could see the dark outlying shapes of broken down stone buildings. He looked up and realized it was dark out, he could see the moon and stars in the dark night sky. Blinking he realized he couldn’t feel the wind despite seeing the sky.

‘Oh… Guess I’m inside the dome now… Thank goodness. I was worried that it might have been a mirage.’ He looked up at the two shrouded figures dragging him by his arms. He wanted to say something but he found he couldn’t speak, not because of being constricted but just out of sheer exhaustion and the dryness of his throat. Feeling his eyes growing heavy he sighed and let himself nod off, ignoring the fact that his arms had fallen completely asleep.


The dark of the room was filled with the grunting and moaning of two bodies pressed together, rocking in a crude rhythm. The dark haired prince grunted in pleasure with every thrust while the servant below him on all fours gasped and moaned in with each time he was struck by the other. Sweat collected and dripped from the bodies as the princes flexed muscles held the younger in place firmly, moving him if desired to bring about the best of angles. The younger male’s fists gripped and clawed at the sheets wildly from the forceful intrusion of each cruel thrust. All at once both hit climax and the younger cried out in completion, ejaculating all over the sheets while the one over him exploded in a loud grunt. Vegeta forcefully thrust into the suddenly tight body around him a few times, milking himself of what was left of his seed. When done Vegeta removed himself from the servant and backed away to sit on the edge of his bed. Feeling the cool air touching his body he shivered slightly when he stood and threw on his robe. Vegeta glanced at the servant that scrambled to gather his rags and put them on while his cum dribbled down the inside of his legs. A smirk alighted his features as he watched the weak third class Saiyajin trying to clumsily dress himself.

“Hurry up! Slave!” Vegeta snapped and just as he expected (much to his amusement) the younger male scrambled even faster, quickly giving up to finish dressing outside the princes room and falling down in the process thanks to his half way up pants. The prince bellowed amused laughter as the whimpering slave was finally able to scramble out the door and shut it behind him. “Fools. They always run… Third class scum. But I suppose, without them I wouldn’t have anyone to fuck with now would I?” The prince chuckled to himself as he grabbed thick purple rope and pulled, jingling the bell for his handmaids to come clean his room while he bathed. “They always run… Always… Tch… Weaklings.”


The young man woke to rough hands pulling on him and shaking him. “Get up human! Or else I’ll make you wish you’d never been born!” The young man snapped awake from his dreamlike stupor and jumped up quickly from the threat that had managed to penetrate his confused grogginess. The guard that had been screaming at him jumped back at the unexpected explosion of energy from the guy they had to drag in the day before.

“Sorry.” The man laughed a little sheepishly when the guard growled at him menacingly and he tensed. Boy this guy was nasty.

‘Maybe he didn’t have a good breakfast?’ A loud growl and a sudden stab of pain made the man cringe and cradle his stomach a bit, almost doubling over. ‘Come to think of it, I haven’t have breakfast, lunch or dinner for days!’

“You’re coming with me, human.” The guard growled again and the man was surprised to have his wrists shackled before being able to leave what he now realized was a cell. If it weren’t for the few burning torches it would have been pitch black in the cold, drafty, stone room. The guard did not speak one word to him as he led him down a long stone hall just as dark as his cell had been. He glance dup at the torches that dimly lit the way and wondered what was ahead of him, the only sound accompanying his thoughts was the rattling of the chains on his wrists as he walked. He felt like he might be marching to his death.

‘Am I in trouble for something?’

Prince Vegeta walked into the large room, and upon his entry servants and men in military uniform greeted him with a low bow.

“Greeting’s your highness.” Was announced in union and Vegeta simply scowled. He could care less for the formalities. He just wanted his new fuck toy. The slave last night had just been something to tide him over. He wanted to get himself a good one tonight, preferably one with some fight in him.


Out of the whole room only one man was indulging on the feast of food. Despite the odd and fearful stares he received he managed to wolf down two small chickens, ten bowls of Ramen, two bowls of Udon noodles and one steak. And amazingly he kept packing. He was just starting… No wait… Finishing and asking for a third bowl of rice. What happened to the second bowl?

The man was very surprised when he had been lead into this room with a bunch of other men. He wondered if it was an interrogation thing or something and was going to ask around about it when he spotted this table full of food, and no one touching it! And of course without having eaten in days he decided now was as good a time as any to fill his stomach. Whatever was going down would go a lot better if he wasn’t hungry. So he put his questions on hold to save himself from starving any further-he could swear his ribs would be showing soon.

“Hey, how can you be so calm?” The man still cloaked in his dirty brown cloak looked over toward the younger, scrawnier boy slowly moving in to steal some meat. The man grinned and pushed the plate over toward the boy who gasped in surprise. The boy was obviously new to such generosity. The man was taught to always be kind and giving. He was a good-natured man by heart. Of course, he didn’t realize what he was doing was that big of a deal. The tiny little village he had grown up in did very well despite the sorry state of the world.

“Go on, you look like you could use it.” The man grinned with rice bits smeared around his mouth. Seeing no deceit in the honest smile the boy greedily took it and started to gnaw away at the tough meat. (Which was so rare.) “Boy, I gotta say. The food here is so great! I don’t think I’ve ever seen this much food in my whole life! It’s a shame no one else is digging in.” He laughed before stuffing more food in his mouth. “It’s so good!” He announced with his mouth full before swallowing the large mouthful. “Whoever’s putting this on is sure generous!” The room suddenly grew tense and the plate the boy was eating was dropped, a piece chipping off on the hard floor. He paused when he realized everyone was staring at him with the strangest look of pure horror.

“How can you say that?!” The blonde boy hissed almost viciously and the man looked over at him, then to everyone else in confusion. Looking back he blinked.

“What’s wrong? Why is everyone so scared?” The blonde was flabbergasted.

“You don’t know!” Just then the doors opened and everyone went deathly silent, the boy stood up quickly and scampered over toward a sudden stiff line of men. Scratching through his hair (a habit he did when confused or embarrassed) the man stood and casually walked over and stood by the blonde, looking down at him (for his unnaturally great height for humans in this time) in wonder. From when he was dragged in and out of his cell hardly any one spoke to him the one that did only threatened him. Looking up he saw two large guards decked out in black armor, both as mean looking as a monster from a nightmare. Between them he was surprised to see a kid with tall spiked hair, a scowl on his face that looked just as mean as the guards. He started to wonder if maybe this was an inspection. Maybe all these men were from outside the dome too. Judging from the looks on these guys’ faces and the way they were dressed and moved, the smarter part of his brain kicked in and he decided to keep his mouth shut and see what happens.

An irritated growl permeated the air and everyone other than the man tensed.

“You really looked well this time huh?” The younger guy who for some reason seemed to be running the show snapped. Why was everyone so afraid? They were starting to make him feel edgy. The man took a breath and waited patiently for the unknown.

‘Nothing but scrawny, disgusting sacks of meat here. I guess there isn’t much to expect from these things.’ The prince growled to himself.

A few people before him the clocked man realized he would have to take off his garb to show himself and he was nervous about that now too. What if they could tell? Now the man wished he could find an escape route. When the three reached him-all the other men whom had been rejected were sent out -the man was tense and you could feel it in the atmosphere around him.


The prince was almost dumb when he noticed this man a few people back. The man at the very end of the line was dressed in a dirty brown garb and the prince wondered why his idiot guards didn’t made the man remove it before entering line. Vegeta snorted. Of course, because his guards were idiots. Vegeta skipped a few men in anticipation of the cloaked man. The mystery of what was behind the cloak intrigued him. He was also a bit surprised of the man’s obvious height. Humans didn’t really get that big anymore. They were lucky if they were five feet. This man had to be six at least. Vegeta grew more intrigued and impatient every moment by this mysterious man in the brown cloak. Maybe he would be able to get something good out of this after all. When Vegeta reached the cloaked man he stood in front of the man, impatiently waiting for him to remove the cloak or else he might rip it off himself.

At first Vegeta was annoyed from the incompliance but after a moment of noticing the man’s apparent fear he smirked. “Take the cloak off.” He ordered and the man stood frozen when a growl permeated the room. One of the guards took one step closer and sneered.

“Look you! When prince Vegeta tells you to do something you’d better do it! Or else I’ll hafta-“

‘Prince?!’ Hesitantly the man’s hands reached up and pulled the cloaks hood back, which made the approaching guard stop. ‘Aww man! I didn’t know royalty still existed. I only heard of that in magical stories from when I was a kid! Oh well, better not show anymore disrespect.’ The younger one-the prince- reached up and grabbed the man's chin and forced him to bend down till they were eye level. Surprised black eyes met angry black. He smirked.

“Good. I like this one. He’s got a pretty face. And his eyes look like something fun to break.” The man was surprised by the deep roughness of the kid’s voice, but as he stared at the shorter guy’s features he realized this wasn’t a kids face he was looking at. This guy was full-grown. “Tell me… You’re skin is harder and more defined than the rest of your filthy kind. You’re from outside the dome, aren’t you?” You could hear his smirk even in his voice. “You’re cloak is weather worn too. Like perhaps from… Sand storms?” The man nodded after a brief hesitation. He didn’t like the sound of what was happening. And this guy… Gave him a really bad vibe. “So, since you’re not from the dome I can venture a guess that you have a name?” The man gave him a confused look. “Don’t say anything else. Just state your name to me if you have one.” The man swallowed thickly.

“It’s Goku sir. Goku Kakkerott. I… Come from very far away.” A sharp pain slammed into his face and Goku’s eyes went wide. Had he just been slapped? “You insolent sack of meat! I told you to tell me nothing but your name!” The man roared and Goku winced from both the pain in his face and the pain the sound caused his ears. The man snorted. “You’re no doubt ignorant but learn your place! You’re my toy to use as I see fit! If not you are a meal to my belly! Understand! And you will address me as Prince Vegeta!” Goku continually endured the voice, but fought to keep his face neutral so that the man wouldn’t get any angrier with him. The prince released the bruising grip on Goku’s jaw and took a step back, calming down. “ Perhaps we should search out all the humans outside the dome. If they are as stupid as this one.” Goku frowned at being called stupid. Another smirk alighted his features when he looked over to the servants at the head of the room that quickly approached upon his signaling glance.

“Yes, Prince Vegeta?”

“Take him to the washroom and make sure he’s clean. Then take him to my bed chambers.” With that the two men grabbed a hold of Goku and started to drag him off, seeing as how Goku’s legs stopped working when Vegeta said ‘my bedchambers’. He wasn’t going to be a typical slave; he was going to be a sex slave!

‘B-but I’m a bearer! Doesn’t he realize that?! Maybe he doesn’t?’ Goku looked ahead of him as he was forced through the large door and down a large hall. He didn’t like what he saw coming. His dreams of having a family and settling down with someone he could love were shattered. Now Goku wished he’d never come to the dome. Then maybe he could keep on living the life that he knew. But even then… He’d never have either life now. He’d never be free… To love someone… To be with that someone… Now he was in a situation where he could die at any moment. And if Vegeta found out he was a bearer, he could kill him simply for that fact. Goku doubted Vegeta would like having children that were half human, since he seemed to think so lowly of them. ‘Who am I kidding? Bearers are not meant to be happy…’


First Dragon ball Z fic! I hope I did everything okay. Seeing as how I’ve never written one before. There will be a lemon next chapter. Wonder what kind of hell Goku’s like is gonna be? Heh, heh. And what will Vegeta think if Goku gets pregnant? Hope you enjoyed! Reviews are very much appreciated. And no flames please. Thank you.