What he deserves

Holy shit. This wasn't supposed to take three and a half fucking weeks to write. But oh, well. Shit happens.

This is the prize for Iuvenes, who won my arbitrary contest in the last chapter of 'Teacher' and so got to pick the pairing for a oneshot. Congratulations, Iuvenes!


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What he deserves
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Two guards stood firmly at attention outside the door they were watching. They had too, because if the door opened and they weren't, or if someone walked by and saw them slacking and word got back, they'd be vapourized instantly.

The door slid open silently and without warning, vindicating the guards' devotion to duty. The young Prince of Saiyans—well, all four of them that were left, anyway—stalked from the room, imperiously ignoring them while at the same time exuding contempt that they should even be sharing air with him. Vegeta made a sharp turn and strode down the hallway regally, never saying a word.

Frieza strode languidly out into the hallway after the boy, humour sparkling in his eyes as he watched him vanish. The guards stood straighter while simultaneously trying to blend into the wall. The tyrant of the universe was usually in a marginally better mood after his time spent with the boy, but it a good idea not to give him a reason to notice them.

"There he goes, just like always." He remarked. "I was harder on him than usual today. I certainly don't envy our esteemed prisoner today." A small chuckle, followed by a cutting glare. "That was a joke. You were supposed to laugh."

The two men tried feebly to chortle, but it was far too late. It was the last breath either of them took.

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Bardock opened one eye as the lightest of beepings alerted him to the fact that his door was being unlocked. He didn't get up. Only a few people had the code, and only one visited with any regularity anyway.

The door opened, shut. His visitor stood there and didn't speak. "Good afternoon, my prince." Bardock said, not moving from his study of the ceiling. "How are you today?"

"Get up."

"Why?" Three, two, one...

"Because I ordered you too!" Vegeta shouted, his voice mostly still childlike in pitch. "You should kneel before your prince, peasant!"

So predictable. But Bardock did as he was told. There was no point in aggravating Vegeta, since he usually managed to work himself up quite enough.

The blow was almost unexpected. Bardock gave a shout of pain from sheer surprise, both at how quickly his prince had started today and at how hard. Usually he started light, bringing the intensity up until it was almost life-threatening at the end. Never enough to actually kill him, though. Besides the fact that Frieza would be displeased, Vegeta didn't want to lose his outlet.

The next strike was a kick to his shoulder, sending him spinning onto his belly. No shout this time, since he was now ready for it. "You can't even get up from that? And you call yourself a Saiyan warrior." Actually, he didn't. Not for a while now. "You're just trash." Another kick.

Bardock got up, mostly because Vegeta could kick harder than he could punch. The next few blows were to his face, planting the taste of blood firmly in his mouth. Then one to his stomach that laid him on the floor again.

Vegeta waited for him to get up, most likely because he would have to stop if Bardock fell unconscious. Once the adult warrior was on his feet, several more punches took him in the chest in a flurry, forcing him back a step. He saw another fist headed for his face.

Some half-forgotten reflex kicked in, and Bardock caught the prince's fist, twisted the arm and threw Vegeta into the far wall. Oops. "How dare you!" The boy growled as he stood, rubbing the arm for a moment but stopping as he remembered that the admission of pain was a sign of weakness.

Well, nothing he said was going to make any difference here. Might as well be himself. "Sorry, Prince Vegeta. I thought you had enough training to avoid that." He did make the effort to stop himself from laughing at all the colours the young face turned in succession.

A wordless shout burst forth from Vegeta's throat, and he leapt at the older Saiyan. Then Bardock was the one being thrown into a wall, and Vegeta was in front of him, doing his best to liquefy the prisoner with his fists.

The barrage lasted for a few moments—or hours, Bardock couldn't tell—before Vegeta finally relented and let him fall to the floor, coughing blood and spitting out a few broken teeth. His prince stood above him, panting.

"This is your fault, you know." The boy said. "You've brought this on yourself."

"So I've heard." Of course he had. The whole 'provoking genocide of my own people' thing didn't lend itself to forgiveness and happy feelings.

"It's all your fault! You angered Frieza! You are the reason he decided to destroy us! If it weren't for you, Planet Vegeta would still exist today! You deserve every inch of this and more!"

All true. Bardock knew perfectly well that he would go to his grave with those millions of Saiyans on his soul. Which is why he allowed Vegeta his venting without complaint.

However, Frieza would have destroyed the Saiyan race anyway, he was sure. Bardock had just happened to be a convenient excuse. Even before he had never taken easily to people giving orders because they were entitled to do so; he was—had been—a warrior, and in his world, the respect of others and the right to command came from strength and experience, not birth. "So that's why you do this?"

"Of course! You're scum! You're lucky I don't do worse!"

Enough was enough, though. Even if he was a prince, and technically still a child, it was time Vegeta realized he was being humoured. "Really? I always thought it was because you were just mad that you couldn't do anything to stop Frieza from fucking you whenever he wants too."

Well, Vegeta didn't have an answer to that. He just stood there for a moment before starting to splutter incoherently. Bardock took the opportunity to pounce, catching the boy by the arm and turning him around, then spinning him into the wall.

Pinned with his arm behind his back, Vegeta struggled futilely. "I demand that you let me go!"

"No."

"What! You insolent..."

"Vegeta, I hate to break this to you, but three subjects does not a prince make. I feel no compulsion to listen to a word you say."

"You!"

"So, why do you really come here so often?" There was no answer but for an indistinct growl, so Bardock continued. "I'll tell you what I think. I think you're looking for something. I wonder what it is?"

"Go to hell."

"I'm sure I will. Let's see...are you looking for a new daddy?"

Vegeta nearly broke free at that. "My father was a thousand times the man you are!"

"He certainly thought so." Bardock said gently, strengthening his grip. "So not that then. Maybe a friend? You want someone you can talk too, who'll feel bad for you, Vegeta? Is that it?"

"I would rather watch the universe burn than befriend you!"

"Well, that does without saying. Perhaps..." The older Saiyan worked his free hand around the boy's chest, bringing them closer together and sliding it downwards. "Perhaps what you want is this?" He reached the front of Vegeta's pelvis and grabbed.

The prince exploded, throwing Bardock back with an unexpected burst of power. But the older had recovered by the time he hit the floor, and when the boy leapt at him, Bardock simply reached out and caught him, spinning around until he was on top and restraining him again. "Good try."

"I'll kill you!" Rage contorted Vegeta's face as he once again tried hopelessly to break away.

"I'll welcome it." He had spent a lot of time in this box. Bardock had been aware of what would happen to him from the second he'd decided to do this, but it was okay. It was a great shame to be taken prisoner, after all. And then he wouldn't have to carry the burden of guilt anymore. "But first, I think I must have figured it out, huh?"

Vegeta snarled wordlessly in response, and Bardock swung the boy's arms together above his head so the older could hold them in one. His now free hand went back down to his prince's crotch, grabbing again. "Poor boy. Knowing Frieza, I bet it's not good for you, is it?"

No answer was a good enough answer, really. "Don't worry. I'll fix that for you. That's what you've been wanting me to do, right?"

Unfortunately, Frieza's standard issue armour was not exactly conducive to easy undressing. Even though he had lapsed into unresponsiveness, Bardock doubted Vegeta would just lay there and allow himself to be disrobed.

He allowed himself to be puzzled by the dilemma for all of ten seconds before deciding that the easiest way was the most direct. He punched the prince in the face as hard as he could. Vegeta let out a cry of pain and went momentarily limp.

"Sorry." He muttered to the dazed boy, hoisting him up and lifting the armour over his head. He managed to work both arms out of the stretchable garment underneath before Vegeta snapped out of it, elbowing Bardock in the stomach and leaping away at once.

The older just kept ahold of the boy's only clothing, and it peeled back as Vegeta pulled away, eventually coming clean off, taking his boots with it. Vegeta tripped and landed on his face. Bardock sat on him.

"Get off of me! And give me back my clothes!"

"Nope." He was wearing only what they had given him, a simple shirt and pants. The shirt was off and across the room easily, the pants he had to acquiesce to the prince's demand and get up to remove. Vegeta got up and kicked him in the back of the head.

Bardock got up and turned in time to catch the next punch, and a brief fight ensued between the two naked Saiyans. Age and experience won out in the end, though, with a hard punch to the boy's stomach. Then the staggering Vegeta was on the floor again with Bardock on top of him. "Now, let's see...I guess we'll start by giving you what you want..."

His hands were holding Vegeta just under the elbows, his knees on the prince's ankles. The only thing Bardock had free was his head, so that was what he used.

Whereas before now his shouts had been restrained, a sort of angry grunt, when Bardock's lips passed over him they changed to a howl, a completely undignified screech as the prince realized that he was not going to be able to intimidate Bardock into backing down. "Don't touch me, you worthless piece of...Get off! Let go of me!"

Deciding that this was unlikely to happen, Bardock chose to begin ignoring his prince. Well, his voice, anyway. The boy's prick, on the other hand, he paid a great deal of attention too, even as Vegeta raged and bucked and thrashed underneath him. He took his time in mapping out every bit of it from top to bottom and back up again, sucking on it gently like a long-denied delicacy.

It didn't take long; as Bardock had known, Vegeta was completely unused to anyone caring how he felt about the whole situation. Suddenly the boy's struggling stopped and for just a moment his shouts were from something other than anger. He produced no emission; apparently the prince wasn't old enough for that yet. But he was just as affected by it either way.

When it was over Bardock lifted his head, looked up at his prince. Vegeta had his eyes closed, his head thrown back as his body coped with what was happening. As the older warrior watched, the boy recollected himself and, breathing harder now, began his straining and shouting anew. "You bastard! I'll kill you for this!"

Bardock moved himself up a little bit until he was face-to-face with the snarling Vegeta. "But isn't that what you wanted me to do, your highness?" A wordless bark of hatred was all he got in answer, so the older leaned down and kissed the younger on the mouth quickly, backing away before anything could be bitten off. While he still had Vegeta's attention, he said, "Now, you already know that this part's going to hurt a little bit. But it'll feel better at the end, I promise."

He got off of Vegeta's legs, moving himself firmly between them before the boy could bring them together and kick him, and pressed himself against the little entrance. The prince's eyes were closed again and his head was turned away, but he hadn't stopped fighting. Bardock's cock was leaking, but not nearly enough to make this any less painful.

Oh, well. He pushed right in with a grunt, penetrating his prince in one movement. Vegeta exhaled sharply as it happened, but gave no other indication that he'd noticed. Of course, compared to Frieza's sadistic attentions, this was probably like a vacation for him.

The first thrust hadn't gone quite all the way in. Bardock pulled out and pushed again, making it all the way in now. Vegeta still didn't react, but when he pulled out to make another thrust, there was just a tad of blood on his cock. Well, kid wouldn't be much of a Saiyan is he didn't bleed every once in a while.

But as Bardock progressed, starting moving harder, faster, also did he grow more and more frustrated. Vegeta was, if anything, getting less responsive, as though by pretending it wasn't happening he would bore the older Saiyan into going away.

"Not a chance." He growled, seizing the boy by his sides and heaving them both up into a sitting position, with Vegeta in his lap. He wrapped his arms around the prince, going under the younger's armpits on purpose as he pressed their bodies together.

The prince didn't disappoint. As soon as his arms were free he leapt on the opportunity, pounding on Bardock with every bit of strength his abused little body could muster. Bardock's head, neck, shoulders, back; nothing was spared Vegeta's onslaught.

That was better. What kind of Saiyan didn't fight? He grabbed hold of the pain, relished it, the added sensation, added thrill, on top of what he was already experiencing as he fucked the boy as hard as he could from his new position.

Vegeta had found his voice again as well. "Is that the best...you can do, you low-class—ah...—loser?" He said, in between pants and grunts. "Frieza...can do better than that, and he's hardly a man!"

"Is that so?" Amused, Bardock pulled himself to his feet and once again acquainted his prince with the wall in a very convincing way. Vegeta tightened around him and let out a small grunt at the impact. "I guess I'll just have to try harder."

Now with much better leverage against the thoroughly pinned prince, Bardock picked up speed, plowing into Vegeta like he was trying to come out the other end. Vegeta tried to keep up his verbal abuse, but found it difficult to formulate words. All Bardock heard was the odd slurred curse.

It was getting close to that time, now. Bardock had taken it as long as he could, and as much as he would have liked to keep going, he couldn't deny the feeling that was building in his groin any more than he could deny his pulse.

It happened, abrupt for all the warning he'd had, seeming to consume his whole body, conspiring to completely engulf him as he filled Vegeta with himself. The prince went stiff, a look of disgust settling on his face as his insides were coated.

Though he wasn't quite sure he could stand for a long period of time when it was over, Bardock didn't release the boy, nor did he move away from the way. In fact, he kept going. One last thing to do. Vegeta made an indignant noise when he realized he wasn't being let down yet and started squirming and flailing to get away again, but Bardock ignored it all.

He altered his pattern, now thrusting more carefully, not quite as hard. He tried to make it as painless as was reasonable for this part. He doubted Vegeta would appreciate it, judging by the way he was still shouting and pounding at him without showing any signs of wanting to settle down, but Bardock did it anyway.

It didn't take as long as he'd thought it would for the fruits of his labour to show. Vegeta struggles became almost spasmodic and his level of shouting increased as he was taken, a steady howl that would ring in Bardock's ears for weeks after.

When Vegeta was done he deflated, seeming to lose both breath and muscle control. Had Bardock not been holding him up, he would have fallen straight to the floor. The older warrior knew what he was thinking: What now? His own body had betrayed him, so now what could he do?

Fortunately, Bardock knew the answer to that. He wrapped arms around the boy again and sat them both down in the middle of the floor. Vegeta didn't even put up a token resistance, just let himself be carried and placed where the older man would. "It's okay to cry." He said.

Vegeta's head was turned sideways, his face against Bardock's chest. "No it isn't." He uttered dully. "Warriors don't cry. Only the weak." But his eyes were starting to water.

"That's stupid. Everyone cries their first time."

Silence. After a few minutes, "First time doing what?"

"This, you idiot. Do you think I was never a boy?" A sudden memory flashed before his eyes, his first mission, a planet of endless rain, a long-dead Saiyan warrior taking him aside...Bardock pushed it away. Gone now. All gone.

"This...happened to you?" Just a little bit of animation was creeping back into the prince's voice.

"It happens to everyone." Theoretically, he could have explained this part first, but that would have defeated the purpose. "It's like an unrecognized tradition. An older warrior takes a younger one and forces him. 'I'm going to do this until you're able to stop me.' It gives you an extra reason to get stronger as fast as you can." Bardock paused, made sure Vegeta was taking it all in. "It's also a mark of expectation. 'I'm expecting you to be stronger than me some day.'"

Whether the implications of that occurred to the boy at the moment was unknown. He just said, "I didn't know."

"There's not much point if you know about it before it happens. You need to experience the helplessness, the fear, the pain. Otherwise it doesn't mean anything." Bardock lifted the boy off of him, stood him up. Vegeta's legs shook, but he kept his feet. "So get stronger. Come back and kill me when you can."

Vegeta looked down at his feet for a minute, then back up, all the fire back in his eyes. "I have more important people to kill than you." He said, all haught again. He stalked across the room and retrieved his clothes, began putting them on.

"You should clean yourself off." He reached out and grabbed the first thing he could reach, his discarded pants. "Don't want to go out there with a big wet spot in the back of your armour." Vegeta ignored him, but used the pant leg to wipe off the worst of the blood and cum from his legs and behind.

After he had dressed himself, the prince went to leave without a word. "Vegeta." For a minute it didn't look like he would stop, but he did, half-turning in the doorway to regard the older warrior. "Frieza's not immortal. He'll die someday, and it will be because of your actions." He knew this to be the truth, just as he knew that it wouldn't be Vegeta himself who killed the tyrant, but the other way around. That little piece of information was best kept to himself for now.

All his prince said was, "I'll be back tomorrow." And he closed the door and locked it behind him.

Bardock smiled to himself as he dressed again. He'd done what he needed to do. "I'll be waiting."

He lay back down on his small cot, closing his eyes to dream of the future.


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There. I'll be staying away from oneshots for a while so I can finally work on 'Teacher.' Another contest will crop up someday, I'm sure. I'm just arrogant like that.