Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Hellish Paradise ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

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Lemon! Yep, that's right they finally get together. Also some plotting by Freaza and Radize, Zarbon, and Nayo play a part too.

PS. I want to thank Reyn and Love Of Vegeta for their continued support. You guys have both been great and I'm glade you're enjoying the story.

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.16.2005 | Pages: 5 | Words: 6.5K | Visits: 350 | Status: Work In Progress

The balls gave a bight and consistent glow when Kakorrot placed them together. Kakorrot yelled something at the balls that Radize didn't comprehend. He was too busy eyeing the giant that had emerged from them.

“That baka, he summoned a monster!” He growled. How the hell was he suppose to protect Kakorrot if he kept coming into situations like this? What was worse was that his little brother didn't even seem to realize the danger they were in. Ah hell, this looked bad.

Radize wasted no time, dropping into a fighting pose and weighing his options. He couldn't beat this thing by brute force, that was for damn sure. He'd have to think; what was the thing's weakness…

Its eyes! If it couldn't see him it couldn't attack him. He brought his hands up forming a ki blast and launching it at the creature's eyes.

“Radize NO!” Kakorrot appeared in front of him moving faster then Radize could follow. He blocked the blast taking with it their one hope for survival.

“BAKA! What the hell did you do that for?!”

“Well I'm not sure the dragon will want to grant our wish if you attack him.”

“What the hell are you-“ Radize began. “Wait, wish? What do you mean our wish?”

Kakorrot smiled then turned to face the dragon. “Please bring Vegeta here!”

“Your wish has been granted.” The deep, throaty voice of the dragon announced.

~~~

Vegeta stared the tyrant down, any fear put aside. This would be the end and he intended to make Freaza fight for it.

At that same moment, he felt Zarbon grabbing his wrist in a way the forced him to loosen his grip on the slave.

`Damn it! Now I will have both of them to deal with!' He thought.

Zarbon stood behind him still holding his wrist. The slave boy Nayo was free and now cowered behind Zarbon. Vegeta smirked, `so much for not meaning me any harm. Foolish slave knows nothing of Zarbon's trickery.' His smirk faded as he eyed the hold he was in. It would be tricky, but he could break it. He twisted his foot coming up into a spin kick that would hit Zarbon on the wrist and make him let go.

He never made the kick as a sudden chaotic mess sprang up to surround them, proving an unavoidable distraction to Vegeta's onslaught.

The world around him shifted. One minute he was standing on Freaza's ship, the next he wasn't. Freaza was gone; that was the first revelation that hit his mind. Pain still wracked his wrist meaning that Zarbon was still attached and the soft whimpering proved that the slave boy was there as well.

“Hey let him go!” The cry came from behind. Vegeta's first reaction was to attack but he didn't. He knew the angry cry wasn't directed at him. Kakorrot flew at Zarbon completely oblivious of the great danger the green fighter posed.

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Kakorrot's eyes widened as Prince Vegeta and Zarbon appeared in thin air.

“Well that's good,” Radize hissed through clenched teeth. “At least something seems to surprise that dammed fool!”

Radize couldn't see how the tailless moron could be related to him. How the hell did the Prince get here? Was Kakorrot even going to do anything about that god-forsaken beast of a Dragon?

“Hey, let him go!”

Radize's attention was pulled back into the present. Kakorrot was flying at Zarbon, “baka no!” Radize took off after him. He still had a vow to his Prince that he would protect Kakorrot, even if his little brother was an idiot. The low class Saiyan was too slow, Kakorrot met Zarbon head on causing the green man to be forced to release the Prince.

Zarbon swung a punch at Kakorrot, knocking him to the ground. Kakorrot's breath became harsh but he staggered to his feet. Amazing! After a punch like that one Radize would have been out of it for a few hours, maybe longer. Zarbon seemed just as surprised.

"So that's why Freaza wanted you dead, Saiyan filth," Zarbon spat in a load voice. It was a well-known fact that Zarbon hated Saiyans.

Prince Vegeta (who was now free) spun on Zarbon. "Damn you Kakorrot! I don't know what this place is or what you're doing here but LEAVE! How the hell am I suppose to protect you if you keep appearing like this?"

Kakorrot shook his head, once again defying the Prince. "Vegeta I can't do that."

Prince Vegeta didn't answer, now locked in combat with Zarbon, and losing horribly. The two fighters went higher and higher, soaring through the air in their battle.

The slave boy Radize had seen in the hall the day that Zarbon had first come for them was there. He was clinging to Zarbon's back to keep from falling. Zarbon seemed to have a curious impulse to protect the slave boy; he kept his back forever turned away from the Saiyan Prince. Despite this, Zarbon was still winning, slowly beating down Prince Vegeta.

Kakorrot gritted he teeth and flew at Zarbon and the Prince, joining the fight once more. He landed a punch to Zarbon's chest causing both the green man and the slave boy to fly back. Though Zarbon could stop himself easily, the boy could not. He lost his grip on Zarbon and went plunging to the planet below.

"Radize catch him!" Kakorrot yelled from above. Radize didn't think. He just did as the stronger Saiyan ordered. He flew up catching the flailing boy in strong arms. The boy shivered in Radize's hold. Tears streaked his face, and he curled up into the smallest ball he could manage.

Radize stared down at the boy not entirely sure what to do with him. Why did Kakorrot want him alive anyhow? It really didn't matter. His younger brother was the stronger and that made him Radize's commander, second only to Prince Vegeta. He would obey him.

Kakorrot was also his kin; that gave him reason enough to consider his brother's wishes. He floated back down to the ground and found he was purring softly to the trembling child in hopes of calming him. The boy didn't struggle as they touched the ground but looked up at him with uncertainty in his eyes.

Radize blinked looking down at the boy, his hands quaking slightly. He was a first class warrior and he would hold the boy as Kakorrot had commanded.

The boy was beautiful in any augment and in this, Radize found he feared for the slave. If Kakorrot had so much interest in this boy it could not be good news for the tiny slave. Why he cared was beyond him. Maybe this boy's race had some ability to bend the mind of others so that they felt a need to protect him. That would explain Zarbon's reaction to the boy.

Radize had never heard of a species that could brain wash someone into being their protector but it made sense. The moment he'd looked into the boys eyes he'd felt a great need to protect him; a need that had only been overruled by his loyalty to his Prince and to Kakorrot.

He held the boy gently in his arms and watched the battle that raged above them.

~~~

Vegeta cursed as Kakorrot joined the battle. The baka didn't know when to stay back! What was worse was that now that Kakorrot had joined the battle they were winning. An utter humiliation that he, the Prince of all Saiyan's, needed Kakorrot to beat the little green rat.

Indeed Zarbon was done for. With a well-placed kick, the once invulnerable fighter fell to the ground. Vegeta smirked, gathering energy for a final attack. The slave boy screamed out from below pleading desperately for his master's life. Radize held him firm keeping the flailing boy away from Zarbon's slumbering form.

Vegeta felt a strong yet amazingly gentle hand fall on his arm. He turned to stare into Kakorrot's pleading eyes.

“Vegeta no," he said calmly. "he doesn't deserve that.”

"The hell he deserves it Kakorrot! He is the lowest kind of scum you will find!"

"He's a person Vegeta, please give him a chance."

"A chance Kakorrot? It's more likely that if we give him a 'chance' he'll use it to rip our heads off! Second chances are a myth created to amuse children. They do not-"

Vegeta did not get a chance to finish because at that moment his injures took the best of him and found he could no longer fly. He fell towards the ground cursing all the way down. Strong hands caught him.

“Vegeta, are you alright?"

Vegeta shuddered slightly in Kakorrot's arms. The others touch was warm and gentle but at the same time incredibly strong.

Vegeta longed for the closeness but at the same time dreaded and despised it above all else. Such closeness made you vulnerable to the other. Vulnerability was not something Vegeta cared to keep close at hand. "I'm fine Kakorrot, get off me!"

Kakorrot blinked but let him go. Vegeta cursed as he found he couldn't fly. Once more he started to the ground and once more Kakorrot's strong soft hands came around him stopping his unwanted descent.

"Kaso!" Vegeta swore unhappily. He was a Saiyan Prince! He should be able to at least stay adrift. Such weakness was inexcusable.

Kakorrot worriedly descended keeping the Prince held tightly against him. Only when he reached the ground did he let Vegeta go.

"Hey Vegeta take it easy. That Zarbon guy got you really bad. Why don't you sit down for a while?"

Vegeta stuttered in silent rage, then he exploded. "How dare you mock me Kakorrot!?" He screamed. "I am your Prince and you will treat me as such."

"Mock? Gosh Vegeta, I wasn't mocking you. I was just worried about you is all."

"You have no need to worry about me Kakorrot. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

Kakorrot fluttered in a sheepish matter. "Well yeah, I know that I don't have to. It's just that I...." He turned his head away guilt in his eyes. “Vegeta, what did you mean by that kiss?"

The fear that pulled at the corners of Kakorrot's features was apparent, and misplaced. Kakorrot was the stronger one at that moment. Vegeta posed him no possible threat for now. Then why would he be fearful unless...

Vegeta scolded, surprised once more by the others stupidity. "Baka, what did you think it meant?"

Kakorrot turned away his eyes, studying the ground with great intensity. "Gomen Vegeta I-"

Vegeta cut him off with another kiss. As soon as Kakorrot got it through his thick head just what was going on he smiled. Vegeta smirked, his lips still pressed against the other's.

He honestly didn't know much about this whole business, at least not when it was like this. An uninvited shiver ran through him at the thought of the other times he'd been 'kissed'-if one could call it that.

Kakorrot frowned drawing away a question in his eyes.

“Vegeta, what is it?"

Vegeta cursed himself, how dare he let so much show!

"Nothing baka, now isn't the time." Vegeta turned to Radize, "do you have any ki restrainers with you?"

Radize shook his head. "No my Prince, but there are some back at the ship."

"Then retrieve them and be quick about it. Since Kakorrot wants Zarbon alive so much, we while need to keep a hold on his power. Hurry back and next time be sure to have some on hand."

"Prince Vegeta, what should I do with the boy?"

"Either take him back to your ship and leave him there or kill him. I don't care."

"Vegeta!" Kakorrot stared at him as if it were the larger Saiyan himself that Vegeta had just ordered to a likely death. “You can't do that. He's just a kid Vegeta."

“He's a slave."

“He's still a person!"

Vegeta didn't understand Kakorrot's care for the slave. He knew that a despised weariness was coming over him rapidly and though he knew it (and admittedly hated it) he would not let Kakorrot know just how weak the battle with Zarbon had left him.

"Fine then," he grumbled. "Radize, take the slave back to your ship. We'll leave him there for now. You do have a holding cell there?"

Radize nodded and, taking the boy, he left for the ship. The slave called out behind him not wanting to leave Zarbon behind.

Vegeta scowled, turning to Kakorrot. Kakorrot yawned sitting down on the ground. His pants were ripped at the kneecaps leaving his calves uncovered. Aside from some minor scratches and a bloody lip, he was unharmed. Damn baka, how the hell had he gotten through that battle with so few injuries?

Vegeta sat down beside him, more due to need then want. If he didn't sit down he feared he'd faint and that was the last thing he wanted.

Kakorrot paused for a moment then scooted closer to Vegeta. He looked worriedly into the Saiyan Princes eyes asking a silent question. Vegeta stared back with hard eyes, uncertain of what it was Kakorrot wanted.

Kakorrot sighed contently before cuddling up next to the Prince. Vegeta tensed bringing back his fist with the plan of punching the offending Saiyan off of him. He found he couldn't punch the other as he had fallen asleep. One look at the peacefully sleeping Saiyan and his anger melted.

Zarbon was knocked out and would remain that way for some time. Kakorrot's warmth sent waves of comfort through Vegeta: damn he was tired. He would sleep, it would recharge his energy supply and, with a good excuse provided, he leaned into Kakorrot and was soon in a deep sleep. His sleep was short lived as dreams came to haunt his mind:

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Pain rippled through Vegeta's body in a familiar wave of mental and physical anguish. A cruel crackle of laughter sounded as Vegeta screamed in pain.

"Did you really think you could get away from me my Princeling?" Freaza purred in a nauseating voice. “You are mine my little monkey, as you will always be. You can run as far as you wish but I will always find you Princeling, always." Freaza burning seed flooded painfully around and within Vegeta's torn rear. Tears and blood mixed as the cold reminder of what had happened was rubbed against his backside. The creature above him purred in response to the Prince's pain.

Vegeta closed his eyes but knew there was no refuge in the darkness. The only refuge was his own power. The stronger he was the fewer people could have control of him. He knew that only when he was the strongest would this living nightmare end.

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~~~

Freaza's first reaction to the sudden disappearance of his two toys was shock and then rage: neither of the two lasted long. They soon were replaced by a third, a sick excitement. This was only a new game to play.

He'd be certain to find out just how Vegeta and Zarbon had gotten away. Of course, neither of them knew that Freaza had planted trackers underneath their skin when then had first come to him. That way, if either of them decided to try and run away they could easily be found. It was a solid way of protecting his investments.

Freaza smirked as he walked over to a nearest computer and punched in the tracker codes. Seconds later, his toys appeared on the screen. Their location: some dismal little plant called Earth.