Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Devil and a God ❯ A Devil and a God ( Chapter 1 )

Title: A Devil and a God

 

Author: Danni

 

Summary: Dabura captures poor Kaioshin and smuggles him onto Babidi's ship. Could this be the ultimate undoing of the ancient god?

 

Warning: sexual situations (homosexual, non-consensual).

 

Pairing: Dabura/Kaioshin (Supreme Kai).

 

Disclaimer: I do not own in any way, shape or form any of the Dragonball series, and I do not receive any material gain from this piece of fanFICTION.

 

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“A Devil and a God”

 

Kaioshin and the earthlings had followed the two warriors far enough that they would not catch the fighters' attention. After witnessing what had happened to poor Videl and Gohan, the god wished to make certain in taking no chance of a third manhandling.

 

Once Supopobichi and Yamu landed in a valley, the god, his bodyguard and the mortals hid among the cliffs, high above the valley.

 

One member of the group, the Saiya-jin named Son Goku, scuttled closer to the lavender-skinned god, Higashi no Kaioshin. "What are we waiting for?" he asked.

 

"For the Madoshi Babidi to reveal himself," Kaioshin replied. Then his eyes fixed on a white pod sticking out of the ground. "Could it be? His ship might be underground? That might explain why Kibito and I were unable to find it."

 

"That certainly could be, your Lordship," replied the bodyguard.

 

A moment of eerie silence settled. A chilly wind blew and minded nobody's business but its own. Suddenly the door of the pod began lifting. Out stepped a tall man with pale red skin, a widow's peak as black as night and a beard, which snaked from it. He appeared quite frightening—being that he looked like the earthling Devil himself—and his manifestation served only to further unnerve Kaioshin.

 

"No!" he gasped. "That can't be him. That just can't be him!"

 

"I'm afraid it is, Master Kaioshin," growled Kibito gravely, biting his bottom lip.

 

"Dabura . . ." The name tasted bitter on Kaioshin's tongue.

 

"Da-what?" Goku said. "Who's that?"

 

Kaioshin merely shook his head in despair. Soon another person entered the scene from behind the devil man. Very short, sickly yellow, an utterly homely male—or whatever it was. He lacked the 'M' present on the foreheads of the other men, a good indication to the god and his bodyguard that this was Babidi.

 

"There he is!" Kaioshin gasped. "That's him, the one called Babidi. But why would Dabura . . . but no. He has the 'M' on his forehead. That means… no! Babidi has control of him! Oh, this is grave; so, so grave!"

 

"Is it that bad?" asked Son Goku's son, Gohan.

 

"Terrifyingly so," replied Kaioshin. "Dabura is the King of the Demoniac Realm, a dark Universe far different from this one. There he is the most powerful of creatures, and if Babidi really has managed to take control of him . . . I believe that we're out of Fate's favour."

 

Another Saiya-jin by the name of Vegeta snorted at the god. "That cricket I could smash right under my foot, but indeed, that so-called king might be a problem. Are you sure that short fellow is the most threatening, little god?"

 

Kaioshin could not believe the audacity of him. Had Vegeta been so serious with that? Did the Saiya-jin Prince have a death wish? The man was foolish to underestimate the Madoshi like that.

 

Back in the valley, a conversation had been struck up between the Majin fighters and their master.

 

"Master Babidi," said Yamu as stepping forward, "we've gathered all the energy we could to revive Majin Buu."

 

"Ah, yes, well done." Babidi took the oval-shaped object from the tall Supopobichi. "Hnn, not very much, but helpful nevertheless."

 

Supopobichi turned and grinned stupidly at Yamu. Then he turned to the wizard and said, "Uh, Master Babidi about our reward . . ."

 

"Hmm? Oh, yes, your just rewards." Babidi turned and looked at the giant warrior, an evil grin rising on his wrinkly face. Then the evil magician began to recite a dark incantation. Without warning, Supopobichi's muscular form began to expand grotesquely and after a few gruesome seconds finally exploded. Yamu trembled in horror at his partner's bloodied fate.

 

"Now for you," hissed Babidi.

 

Yamu cried out in horror. He summoned his energy and began to fly as quickly as possible.

 

A new warrior appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Puipui was given the command to execute the escapee, and he raised an arm high, summoning his energy. Finally he released a powerful blast that disintegrated Yamu into ashes. His death, as well as Supopobichi's demise, left the group of seven at the cliffs utterly horror-struck.

 

"They—they killed them . . . as if they meant nothing," Gohan stuttered.

 

"I really wish I hadn't seen that!" Krillin groaned.

 

At that moment, Dabura's head turned slightly to the cliffs, as though he had heard the distant commotion. His bass voice rumbled, "Master Babidi."

 

The magician glanced up at his tall servant. "What is it, Dabura?"

 

"It looks as though we have some uninvited company," he replied.

 

Their eyes wandered and fixed at the cliffs. Babidi sighed. "Looks to me that Supopobichi and Yamu weren't careful enough coming back," he said with a slight frown, but then he grinned. "Fine, you may do as you please, Dabura. Puipui, head back inside and await other orders."

 

"Thank you, Master Babidi." The demon bowed as Babidi and Puipui entered the ship. Then he rounded his shoulder and cracked his neck, preparing himself for the fatal onslaught that he would bring in the coming seconds.

 

"Why is he still outside?" Kaioshin said. "Could they possibly have sensed us?"

 

"Well, I really don't want to stay and find out," said the nervous Krillin. "I'm heading back home, just in case things become worse than they are. I do have a family to take care of, you know."

 

Goku smiled down at his childhood friend. His smile quickly faded when Kaioshin cried, "Look out!"

 

Dabura had caught everyone by deadly surprise. He shot closely to the cliffs, up to the men and directly greeted Kibito with his palm extended before his face. With a wide and evil smiled on his face, the demon blasted the bodyguard into ashes and dust.

 

"Kibito!" shrieked Kaioshin, but his instinctual cry proved unwise: catching the attention of the Demon King. And without warning the god was greeted by Dabura's devilish smile only a breath before his face, causing him to tremble in terror.

 

Dabura extended a hand and gently touched the god's youngish face. Yes, he was quite old indeed, yet he looked so fetching, so… tempting. Yes, that word fit perfectly in the devil's vocabulary. He could barely suppress the sinister chuckle in his throat. Suddenly the demon became distracted when Piccolo charged at him and Krillin tried to flee. Dabura turned and spat on the two.

 

"Oh no!" cried Kaioshin.

 

But before Piccolo or Krillin could utter one word, their bodies began to be engulfed in stone. In seconds they stood merely as stone statues of their former selves.

 

"Don't touch either of them or they'll break!" Kaioshin cried to the Saiya-jin, the only of his party left alive.

 

Dabura laughed heartily. "Master Babidi said that I could do as I pleased," he snarled, "so you are coming with me, little Kaioshin."

 

Kaioshin froze in fear, unable to escape, to even think of such. The next moment, his whole world flashed hot white and faded into darkness. Dabura had taken a hand and chopped him right on the vein of his delicate neck. Then the demon tossed his limp body over his shoulder and began to fly back to the ship.

 

"You just wait here!" he cried to the three Saiya-jin. "I'll return him once I'm through with him!"

 

And the demon flew unhindered back to the black depths of the space ship.

 

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Many moments would pass before the god would awaken:

 

Wha . . . Where am I?

 

Kaioshin slowly regained consciousness. His head throbbed madly with an ache of unknown origin. His body felt agonisingly stiff, and soon he realised that he had been beaten and bruised; not severely, but noticeably enough. Then Kaioshin struggled to stand, but his weary legs wobbled and he slipped onto his buttocks.

 

Kaioshin realised that hands were cuffed together and linked to a short chain attached to the wall. Kaioshin decided to try pulling the chain off the wall. So he rounded and pushed his feet against the wall. He grunted and groaned and finally stopped, noticing in the dim blue light of the chamber that his wrists were becoming too cut too easily.

 

Who… who could have done this to me—but a voice in the dark reminded him of the last face he had seen when last awake:

 

"Good to see you're awake, Higashi no Kaioshin," came a deep, evil voice from the shadows. "I thought you would be sleeping for the rest of eternity."

 

The convulsions returned as two hungry, golden cat eyes suddenly appeared. Kaioshin stuttered, "Da . . . Dabura . . ."

 

The despicable beast revealed his face, his trademark smile set upon it. He slowly stepped barefoot from the shadows, his flowing black robe trailing behind him. On it, Kaioshin could make out a seven-headed beast, stitched with thread of the deepest blood colour.

 

The devilish King stopped before Kaioshin and kneeled until that they were almost face-to-face. When he reached to touch that youngish face, the god flinched and pulled away from his claws, his ebony eyes shut tightly in fright.

 

"Ha ha! Do not worry, my little Kaioshin," said the demon king, trying to pour all the soothing he had onto his voice. "I'm not going to hurt you. Ha, not like I did while you were unconscious."

 

He really expects me to believe him? Kaioshin thought worriedly. It is strange, though—the tone of his voice. He seems calm enough now, gentle—no! I mustn't let him fool me! He's just mocking me.

 

"Now, now, if you think Babidi knows I have you," began Dabura, "I assure you that he doesn't. This is my private chamber, the one liberty he allots to me. He'll see nothing that occurs here." He chuckled. "He knows that he wouldn't want to, since he doesn't share my same… tastes… Besides!" Dabura rose quickly and rounded. "He doesn't even know that I . . . smuggled you aboard this ship."

 

Kaioshin turned his head and opened one eye cautiously. Then the demon rounded again, facing the god.

 

That damned smile.

 

That damned smile just had to be on his face, those sharp, almost flawless teeth and all.

 

"You . . . ugly, impious bastard." Pure hatred dripped from that fearless sentence. That smile almost immediately twisted into a dangerous frown. The demon snarled, claw high, and smacked the god stingingly across his face. A searing pain instantly appeared, and Kaioshin could feel hot streaks leaking down his face. He moaned and lowered his head in his weariness. Then Dabura grabbed the god by that nimble chin and lifted his head.

 

"My, you are full of spirit!" he hissed. "You've a rather fragile material body, yet you came with an adamantine soul. Ha! I will enjoy you."

 

Then the devil leaned closer to Kaioshin's ear and whispered softly, "Pleasure, huh? You say that you're an idol, yet you have never experienced true pleasure, correct? No. Such a structured being, who could cavort and make love to any attractive woman or . . . any attractive male. No. Carnality is not for you—is not allowed to be yours—but I will change that. Ah yes! I will show you what demons know as pleasure. I will drive you to intimate regions from which no return exists."

 

The devil's lips brushed up against Kaioshin's delicate ear. Shivers ran up and down his spine.

 

"So my little false idol, will you permit this?" He began to nibble salaciously on Kaioshin's ear, making the god more nervous. Those large, strong hands slid down his collar bone, tugging at the collar of his tunic, and he began to lay kisses on him. He sucked on his neck tenderly as if trying to suck his blood from every pore. Kaioshin gasped and inadvertently brushed his body closely to Dabura.

 

Out of the blue Dabura's moist tongue slithered from between his lips and traced its way up to Kaioshin's chin. Panic suddenly invaded his mind, which was fully aware of what that saliva could do.

 

"You needn't worry," purred the devil. "My saliva is deadly only when I actually spit it—believe me or not. So you haven't a thing to worry about . . . much."

 

" . . . Re… release me, fiend," moaned the god.

 

"Oh, come now. I have yet to drive you mad with lust," he snarled, and his groping fingers slithered down Kaioshin's trousers. Until then, the god had been unaware of the steadily rising throb, when those fingers wrapped tenderly around his member. Kaioshin gasped as they began to move up and down his reluctant shaft.

 

Dabura's licentious behaviour dismayed the inexperienced god. The demon's accusation of prudishness had been accurate. Had been… Even in his disdain for this unholy creature, he had an even greater fear: that he truly was experiencing some arousal. As he began to moan that devilish man's name, Kaioshin realised that he was falling into Dabura's sinister trap. And he feared what would happen to him if he climaxed for the demon. But as Dabura's still moving claw tightened, Kaioshin realised that he was quickly losing the last of his restraints.

 

Dabura grinned evilly at the flushed and panting god and decided to drive his little treat off the edge. The demon licked his teeth and salivated the moment in which he saw that violet-hued erection, glistening with the essence of the god. Dabura decided on a little taste testing.

 

With his tongue sopping wet, Dabura allowed the long and obscene appendage to lap the trickling juice. Then he wrapped his mouth around the tip and scraped it carefully with his teeth, soon gorging himself on the entire organ.

 

Kaioshin shrieked. His body tensed for a moment, and he began to buck his hips rhythmically. Oh, such pleasure his organ received! Blazing throughout his small form like no other sensation in the universe had given hi—

 

But Kaioshin suddenly remembered: no, this was not right. Dabura had no authority to do this to him. He was defiling Higashi no Kaioshin, ravishing the helpless god!

 

"No! Stop!" the god cried, beginning to sob, but Dabura ignored his pleas. He desired the god, desired to lead him astray of his austerity. Yes, he would—

 

Ah! But as Kaioshin reared back his head, the demon relinquished him and squeezed tightly right below the head. The god shuddered as the seedless orgasm passed, although quite a stream had slipped out.

 

"Oh my, almost slipped up there," said Dabura with a nasty grin. "I wouldn't want you come before having the ultimate pleasure with you."

 

Then his slimy, blue tongue hungrily licked his pointed teeth. "God in Heaven, I've such a mind… and something else, to ravish you." And he pressed his lips hard against Kaioshin's off-guard mouth. Dabura's tongue slipped inside the god's tiny mouth and left no iota untouched. Finally he released him and rose to his feet, his robe slipping billowy from his shoulders. The god cringed at the sight of that rigid, throbbing arrogance, which was all too eager to invade the god's body.

 

Dabura smirked and kneeled before him again. He turned him round and yanked at his trousers until his vulnerable buttocks were exposed. The devil laughed.

 

"You know, usually I'm the one having my ass kissed," he noted, "but I'm not at all against breaking convention," and he buried his nose between the crack as he licked that unprotected anus.

 

Kaioshin squeaked, and his hole tightened. This did not prevent the very muscular, very slimy tongue from pushing through, probing deep into Kaioshin's entrails. The god groaned and rubbed his sweaty forehead against a sleeve, praying that this madness would soon end.

 

"That ought to be enough," said Dabura, "that is, until you bleed." He smirked. "Now hold still, precious, this shouldn't hurt too much," and he grunted as he thrust the throbbing engine into the moistened aperture. The god gasped silently, frozen in the grip of the demon as that member filled him up until all its length was inside. Then Dabura thrust outward very slowly, gauging his godly victim before pushing deeply back inside, driving Kaioshin closer to another climax.

 

By all the unknown and unspoken of ancients, why did this happen to him? Why more did Dabura have to gain other than satisfying his own base, beastly urges? Perhaps that natural inclination of evil to corrupt that which was brilliant and good? Most of all, Dabura should have had the order to kill him once he got close enough (albeit not this close, he thought during the next violent shove). And while his death would have had disastrous consequences, at that moment in the midst of half-temptation, half-violation, Kaioshin would have preferred the release of death over this degradation.

 

At least this half-temptation, half-violation would not last eternity. Kaioshin felt the demon spasm above (and within) him. The god's muscles tightened around his organ, which spewed violently into his body, a beastly bellow echoing in the chamber. Kaioshin merely shut his eyes as he followed suit until his organ had been emptied.

 

The demon sighed. "I needed a tryst so badly," he purred. "Even Solomon let his demons play more often than the Madoshi allows of me." Then a claw reached for Kaioshin's moist face, revealing his profile to the demon. The lovely creature was so very flushed and panting heavily. The devil smiled. "See? And no one's even struck you down!" And he slipped carefully out of Kaioshin, stood and donned his enormous robe.

 

"I've had my giggles with you, little Kaioshin, so I might as well let you leave."

 

Finally the chains binding Kaioshin shattered. The god sat on his heels, propping himself up weakly with his arms. He had no energy to stand on his own and was stunned when he was suddenly lifted to his feet. Dabura held him with one claw on the god's scratched-up chest.

 

"Hurry now," said the demon. "Mustn't detain you any longer! The Master might fry me for not doing something really nasty to you." And the god's body was engulfed by a brilliant blue light, which turned into flames and quickly burnt itself out.

 

Clothed.

 

His clothes looked new, unscathed. Nearly all his wounds were covered, and those still visible on his hand (likely his neck as well) were negligible. Puzzled, he could only asked: "Why? Why go through all this trouble to do… this to me? And then let me go alive?"

 

Dabura's face fell. He neither frowned nor scowled, for a moment seeming reflective. "I'm not answering that question, at least… not now," he replied as he turned his back on him. Then he gave a small chuckle. "Forget it. Return to your make shift band of heroes. I'll not put you through this type of stress again. At least," he chuckled deviously, "if Majin Buu is revived…"

 

Then the demon waved a dismissive hand, and in a sicken flash Kaioshin found himself at the entrance of the ship. Standing before him were Goku Son, Gohan and Vegeta. Goku rushed to the god and held him by one shoulder, preventing him from fainting. "Kaioshin! What happened? We thought that that Dabura fiend had you."

 

"Yes, did he take you to that Madoshi?" questioned Gohan.

 

Kaioshin glanced at the ground, head still spinning. His eyes turned and gazed at the open entrance to the ship. Finally he shook his head. "No. No, he took me elsewhere. He took me…"

 

He sighed again and placed a hand on Goku's chest, able to stand on his own. He rubbed his forehead with one hand, breathing deeply.

 

"Just… do not concern yourselves with what happened. Ours was a personal conversation. Just follow me closely. We're going down into the ship and making sure that Majin Buu does not hatch."

 

Or so I pray, he hoped.

 

Meanwhile, at the bottom most level of the ship, in a corner of the room where Majin Buu's sphere stood, a fully dressed, very satiated Dabura watched Babidi's crystal ball with predatory eyes. As he witnessed the four men entering, he snarled with renewing arousal.

 

I'll be waiting for you, my little Kaioshin, he thought hungrily. Just you be patient. Don't expect the Devil to keep the promises he makes to you.

 

Then Dabura laughed diabolically in his throat.