Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari-Bardock ❯ Realization ( Chapter 1 )

A wide grin crosses my face as I take in my new quarters. At least twice the size of the old one, until I notice the doors and realize it's even bigger. But it's the bed taking up my attention.

I drop my stuff by the door and walk around the thing. It's huge - could fit six easily. I am going to have fun with this bed! A velvety down comforter covers it. I pull it back to find the other side is satin, and the sheets silk.

I shed my clothes and ease my body into the hedonistic delight. I ache, but it's the pleasant ache that comes from a good fuck. Silk and satin, velvet and soft leather, and even plush furs cover the multitude of pillows. I wallow on the featherbed, luxuriating in the caress of fabrics against my skin.

At last, I rise to investigate the rest of my new quarters. The box next to the bed grabs my attention. A low whistle escapes when I lift the lid. Heh, I'm gonna love this job! Lube. Lots of it, some even flavored. I see a lot of my favorite toys, and a few I've been dying to try. Oh, yeah, this is gonna be soooo enjoyable.

The bathroom holds more delights. The tub is practically big enough to swim in, and is certainly big enough to hold more than just little ol' me! There's scented oils, bubble mixtures, bath salts, and scented shampoos. The shower boasts exotically scented cleansing gels. The cupboard under the sink hides a multitude of oils and lotions, and some items I recognize from the times I could afford to indulge in a massage. My tails swings freely behind me as I continue to explore.

The kitchen is well-stocked will all kinds of food. I try various bits, and dump one entire pan straight in the trash. Dammit, I hate prawns! My liquor cabinet isn't quite so well-stocked when I've finished sampling from it.

I wander back out to the bedroom, and collapse momentarily in the suede-covered chair. It's comfortable, but I notice a silk curtain drawn slightly back to reveal a cubby. The silk robes in it are a delight to my skin, and I try on several before choosing one to wear.

Dressed, I investigate the paned door, and find it leads to a balcony. There's a chair out here, too, a lounger covered in butter-soft leather. A faint noise alerts me that someone else is in the chizzari quarters. It's just a soft ding, so I guess it is to alert us that our prince is around. Or whoever else happens to come in. I go out to see who's arrived.

My son stands staring up at one of the pictures in the common room. He's wearing armor. That's not right. "Hey, boy." I look him up and down, then frown. "You shouldn't be wearing that."

"What?"

"You're chizzari, boy," I snap, frowning. "Go get dressed. Or rather, undressed."

I don't even see Nappa until he hits Raditz, knocking him against the door to one of the other chizzari apartments. The next hit knocks him through it. My son tries to fight him. What the hell? He shouldn't be fighting the first! Then again, why the hell did Nappa hit him? Just because he hadn't had a chance to change clothes?

My tail wraps around my waist. My elation at being chosen ebbs as I listen to my son's cries of pain, and remember how tight he was during the ceremony. He is sobbing something, but I can't make out what he says. Nappa comes out of his room a few minutes later, and I can see that Raditz is moving.

I lean against the door, waiting to see what is to happen with me. My excitement has dimmed considerably. Nappa gives me a long look, then grunts with satisfaction. "You eat yet?"

"I've done some sampling."

"We'll have the first lesson when that brat of yours gets cleaned up." He disappears into his room. I stare at the door, thoroughly disquieted now. I move slowly to peer into my son's room. There's enough blood on the floor for me to tell he's been injured, and the way it is slimed towards the bathroom tells me that he couldn't get up. Even more uneasy, I retire to my room until he's finished his shower.

Not even the luxury of the room soothes me. I unpack the things I brought with me hastily, setting them on the shelves at random. I'll organize them later. I don't have any doubts what the lesson will be, I'm very aware that chizzari are trained to basically be pleasure slaves. But, I'm well-known as a slut, so I doubt he'll be able to teach me much! I've probably got skills he knows nothing about.

About then, Nappa hollers for me. I leave my room, to find Nappa has arranged Raditz on one of those ever-so-much-fun couches I'd noticed and ignored earlier. He goes into this little spiel about how he is going to train us the various ways we may be expected to please Prince Vegeta, then starts fucking my son. He's crude with his methods, and overly rough.

When he steps aside and tells me to show that I've understood what to do, I step up behind my son. Heh, as if I can't do better than that? I stroke down the boy's sides, and grab for the lube that Nappa didn't bother with. I've barely begun demonstrating the proper way to pleasure someone when Raditz rears up, screaming something about Vegeta promising that he wouldn't be used, and Nappa shoves me aside, roaring that Raditz is his to train.

I land on my ass, my eyes wide as my son is raped. There's no other word for it. He's fighting and screaming, but Nappa holds him down and literally savages him. He's a bloody mess when Nappa finishes and throws him on the floor at my feet.

"That kid will learn to do as he's told." Nappa snarls, then goes to his room. I check Raditz over. He's not in very good shape, and he's unconscious. Frowning, I lever him up and carry him to his room.

I run the tub, lowering him into it, and wash the blood away. Now I can see that he's got a lot of cuts, and even more bruises. I get him dried off, then check his box of toys. Yep, there it is. I apply the medicine to his raw backside. It's a damn good thing I was able to lube him before Nappa tossed me, or he'd be in a lot worse shape.

I'm very troubled when I go back to my room. What is happening to my son doesn't seem right. I mean, I know he wasn't happy during the ceremony. His tenseness, defensive posture… no… my son had not wanted the honor he'd been given. I'd done my level best to be sure that I was careful with him, and used my skill to arouse him. He had still been unwilling, had still made cries of pain instead of pleasure. And if tonight is any indication… oh, hell. Life as a chizzari might not be so much fun as I thought.