Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari-Bardock ❯ Six months later ( Chapter 2 )

I just don't understand that kid! I've lured Nappa off him a number of times. It's not all that hard. A great, hulking brute like him is easy to manage. A flirtatious tail, husky purr, flash of ass, maybe a kiss or two, and he's putty in my experienced hands. I have his number, of course. I let him be on top, even though I can show him a better time than he shows me. I purr and purr, nearly falling asleep from boredom rather than exhaustion. You'd think the king's first - and the prince's - would be a better fuck, but he's too crude for my refined tastes. Hell, my son on a bad day is a better fuck than he is! Not that Raditz tries.

That bothers me, too. Raditz should be able to fuck me. It ain't like I'm unwilling to let him. But every time Nappa tells him to do me, the boy won't. I like a good fuck, and I'm stuck with a dead bore and an unwilling partner. It sucks. Raditz, though, well… I can't really blame him for not trying. He ought to be in a regeneration tank. He ought to be getting fed better, too. I can't imagine Vegeta'll be happy to see one of his chizzari in the condition Raditz is in, even if it's because he hasn't been obedient during lessons.

I've done what I can for him. Nappa abuses the hell out of him, then turns him over to me to see if I understand what to do with him. Fuck! He can't take the boy without making him scream in pain. I think he likes to hear him scream. He always goes after my son… he doesn't come to me unless I go after him. And Raditz… hell, the kid is a mess. I use my skills to give him the only pleasure he seems to have anymore, and I lure Nappa away as often as I can.

I grab a robe at random, not caring which it is. We never leave the fucking quarters, so it's not like I'll get to preen for a potential partner. My son's hot, sure, but I like variety! Nappa's too boring to be variety. I yank the robe on and go out to the common room. Raditz is sitting across the room, flipping through a book he's holding upside down.

I go to him, take the book, and turn it over before handing it back.

"Th… thank you?" he says. The uncertainty in his voice hurts.

"I thought you really were reading, until I saw that you were holding that upside down and trying to make sense of it." My tail strokes across his thigh, he shivers and recoils. A slight frown mars my face, but I withdraw. He always reacts like that now. Even the slightest touch makes him close up.

Nappa shows up, naked. My son's book is sent flying, and he calls me over for a lesson in group sex. Nappa pins Raditz' arms behind him, fastening them with a ki bond. I commit that little technique to memory, then proceed to demonstrate, again, that I'm a much better partner than Nappa is.

He doesn't let Raditz enjoy it, though. As soon as it gets obvious that he's starting to enjoy it, Nappa yanks on his arms again. After awhile, I get sent after the toys. I'm a bit surprised that Nappa expects me to use all of them on the kid, but I pick out my favorite and just go with it. It's not like I'll hurt him: I'm too damned good at making him feel good. I put the last toy away, a smirk of triumph on my face. Raditz is slobbering, he's enjoyed himself so much.

The smirk drops immediately. Nappa shoves my son into the carpet, grabbing the toy I happen to know he's can't use for shit. My son's howl of pain proves that he's as inept with it as usual. Dammit! There went all my hard work… What the hell does Nappa have against my son, anyway?

I sigh, and start sucking his cock as Nappa wants. This has gotten old. But, Nappa is the first, and I can't go anywhere. There's no telling where the hell Vegeta is. All I know is that he should be back… WHAT? I rear up, as Nappa pulls my son backward. Dammit, the boy is in no shape for that kind of sex!

He screams. I can see the gloating expression on Nappa's face. He thinks I won't do it. I figured out a long time ago that if I refused to do something, it got worse for Raditz. So, I kneel between his legs, and ease his thighs further apart. I don't know how the hell Nappa thinks I'm going to fit in my son's body. Extra lube is definitely called for.

I slather it on well, and begin the onerous task of getting at least the head of my cock in what I know is a tight fit normally. It's worse this time, and he screams, crying and begging me to stop. He writhes, even with the hold and position Nappa has him in. There! AHH! Damn, there was no reason to yank on his tail! I look down at my son, at the agony on his face, and thrust as hard as I can, just to get it over with. I catch his scream with a kiss, trying to hold still so he will have time to adjust.

Nappa will have none of it. He demands I move, and the warning jerk on my own tail tells me that I'd better. I can't manage more than short, jerky thrusts that hurt us both. I continue to kiss him, muffling his screams. He rips, the blood making my thrusts longer and smoother, and a hell of a lot less painful. For me, anyway.

Raditz keeps screaming. I'm not sure if he knows it or not. Nappa shoves at me, and I pull Raditz against me as I sit up. He starts moving in my son as well, a motion I really could have done without. Doubled tails are pushed into me, and I finally get a little pleasure out of this lousy deal. I brush my own tail against Raditz', trying to give him a bit of pleasure, as I reciprocate to Nappa. Not that I work him very well, I simply don't think there's any reason to bother. He's too dumb to even notice.

Raditz gags, and Nappa shoves him to the side. I barely manage to hang on to him to keep him supported. Nappa never even lets up on his rhythm, though I do. I pull him to rest against me when the pitiful breakfast he ate has been expelled, and run my fingers through his hair. I don't know what to do! This can't be right…

Nappa's tail trails up my side and thrusts into Raditz' mouth. Contrary brat! Gods, no… not his tail again! He sags against me, and I can do nothing but hold him. I want to purr for him, to tell him that things will be fine, but the last six months… gods. Nappa has it in for him, and I don't know why!

I stroke him gently, rubbing his abused flesh. He doesn't respond, hasn't the last several times I've been supposedly arousing him. Nappa hasn't noticed yet. I follow his lead, hoping to hell that he plans on being finished soon. Hoping that this time, the boy will go to a tank. He's got no medicine left, and I've used up most of mine on him.

I slip an arm around his back, and pull him to rest against me again. I can feel his tail still in me, unmoving except for when I thrust into him. It slips a bit at a time, more when Nappa shoves into him than when I do. It falls, landing limply, only to be snatched by the brute. The sharp snap makes my son arch against me, screaming. I kiss him, just at the side of his mouth, pull his head to rest on my shoulder. Nappa snarls at me, so I reach again to stroke him. My son's head lolls, and I move my arm up to keep him pressed to me. Nappa will half-kill him if he falls, and he's half-dead already.

He slumps. Hell and damnation! Nappa grabs his hair and yanks savagely, pulling out a handful. Raditz is suddenly wrenched from my hold, flung to one of the couches. I scramble for him, pressing my head to his chest. I hold my breath, not sure if my son… I relax. "Alive… thank the gods."

I turn, wondering who threw him, and kneel as soon as I realize Prince Vegeta has returned. Hell, hell, hell, he's gonna pound me into the ground! I'd caught just a glimpse of what happened to Nappa, and I don't figure on better treatment. So it's a bit of a surprise when all he does is say, "Report."

"My prince?" I look up, puzzled. "Report what, Highness?"

"What has happened in my absence?" A negligible motion towards the battered Saiyan on the couch. "What has happened among my chizzari?"

"Training, Highness," I answer quietly. "Raditz has not fared well during it. He refuses to accept that he must have the training."

"What training?" the prince snaps.

"To please you. To learn the use of items used on or by the chizzari. To learn the positions and means of pleasuring a man," I explain. Surely Vegeta knows we are trained? I risk a glance at my son, then look up at the prince's angry face. "My son… told your first he would not learn. His training has… not gone well."

Vegeta examines him. That's probably bad, since nearly every inch of his skin is bruised. Blood runs from a fresh wounds, old blood scabs over others. His broken tail hangs limply from the edge of the couch. I am in somewhat better shape, with fewer bruises and no obvious wounds. "Take him to his room, then go to yours."

"Yes, Highness."

Vegeta watches as I gather my son, and I make damn sure to be careful of his tail. I carry Raditz into his room, propping him carefully so that he does not rest on the worst of his wounds. I am sure Vegeta plans to come in to care for him, so I head for my room. Where I intend to stay unless and until Vegeta says I can come out. I'm not feeling very safe at the moment, and honestly, I haven't felt safe for awhile.

Raditz gets the worst of the treatment. Most of my bruises come from trying to protect my son. Nappa knocks me around a little, then tears Raditz to pieces if I try and suggest that maybe he's being a bit harsh. My bruises are pretty much healed, down to an ugly mottled yellow color, because I haven't been stupid enough to do that for awhile. I'm not gonna have my son hurt any more than absolutely necessary!

Damn, damn, damn! I pace my room, wishing to hell I could blow something up. There's no way, after what he saw, that Vegeta will believe that I haven't been beating my son. I guess he was telling the truth, when he said Vegeta had promised, 'cause I hear Vegeta giving Nappa holy hell out there. I cringe, expecting him to come through the door and beat the hell out of me next.

The kid scares me. He's got a temper from the deepest of hell's pits, and the attitude to match. He's also the strongest brat I know, and probably the strongest Saiyan. He was pretty damned close to his father's strength when we were fucking, and I figure he's got to be stronger by now. Nuh, I don't want to be on his bad side.

It's gotten quiet. I hear the small ding that I've learned means the door to the chizzari quarters is being used. Curiosity gets the better of my sense, and I peek out the door. Raditz' room stands open. I shuffle my feet a moment, then go check it out. Raditz is gone, and so is Vegeta. And the sheet from the bed. I haven't been in my son's room for awhile, Nappa has had us go to our own quarters as soon as any lesson is over, and stay there.

The state of the room tells me a lot. He doesn't have a single clean robe in the closet, and the blankets that remain on the bed are filthy with blood. There are a few towels in the bath, but Raditz has been filthy for days. I doubt he's been able to do much personal care, I'm well aware that hulking bastard pulls him from bed for fucking after he thinks I'm asleep. The only room that looks properly cared for is the kitchen, it's tidier than mine! I go back to my room and ring for a servant. When he finally shows up, I tell him that Prince Vegeta noticed that chizzari Raditz needed some clean clothes and bedding.

His eyes widen, his head bobs, and he disappears. I sigh, and finally remember that I probably ought to get cleaned up and dressed.