Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari-Bardock ❯ Beginning of Therapy ( Chapter 5 )

I stand listlessly in the main room of the chizzari quarters, just waiting. There is little else to do, and I've no will to try and find something. I don't know how long it has been. It seems that happened so long ago... I've lost track of time, since that first lesson they forced me to give my son. I… I had to do it again, and again, and again… and if I refused… they did it to me.

I tug momentarily at the short sea-green robe I wear. It looks good on me, and covers barely anything. The belt holds it closed, but there is so little of the sheer material that I may as well be undressed. It's not at all hard to see the bruises on my skin. I had… I had expected being a chizzari to the prince to be a lot of fun and games.

But I was never really meant for the prince. I was meant for Nappa, as was my son. A gift to the first from the king. I… I can't stand to be touched, anymore. I know how Raditz felt, now. I know what it is to be raped, to be terrified that someone will visit my room in the night. I know what it is too feel like I haven't got the energy to look after myself.

I don't. I have barely eaten enough this week to pass for what I once ate in an hour, and I can't remember how long it's been since I've had a bath. I reek, but they don't care. I hear the door chime, and hit my knees, leaning forward on my elbows. The skimpy robe slips, revealing my ass to the world, but mine is not the one Nappa prefers to use.

Nappa goes to my son, kneeling behind him. I can see them from the corner of my eye, see how Nappa folds the robe over Raditz' tail, hear the sick horror in my son's voice when he asks if he can be of service, the mocking tone when Nappa tells him he can. I know my son begins to cry after he tells Nappa that he may touch him.

He calls for me, and I crawl over, barely able to whisper my request to be of service. He situates me in front of my son, smacking my bruised cock once before moving away. I look down at my son, our eyes meeting briefly before I tangle my hands in his hair, resting them on his shoulders as he holds my hips and begins to suck. I flinch, then whine as Nappa gets behind the boy and slams him into my bruises. Our tails are twined beneath the mass of his hair, the only comfort we can give each other.

My son shifts his grip, trying to move with Nappa so as not to hurt me more. I appreciate the attempt, but it does little good. I ache, and not in a good way. But he's trying to provide pleasure, and it's starting to work. I'm beginning to respond when I hear the door open, and turn to see the king.

I swear my blood turns to ice, and my son quits moving. Nappa hits him, his teeth scraping painfully across my cock as he reels with the blow. It doesn't take him long to start working me again, his tail slipping from mine to stroke my ass. I spread my legs, feeling sick as he pushes his tail into me. How did it come to this?

It's a moment before I regain control and realize that Raditz is doing his best to keep from being slammed into me as Nappa shoves into him. I stroke his hair a moment before moving in time with the brute's moves so that my son isn't being constantly choked. Nappa never lasts very long, this time is no different. He roars, then pulls away from my son to watch the show. I hang my head, looking down for only a moment before closing my eyes against the tears I don't dare shed.

My eyes pop open when Raditz yelps against me, his tail suddenly removed. The king pulls him away, laughing. "No, boy. I like watching your father take you. It's very stimulating."

Shame covers me, and I wish I had killed us both while I still had strength enough to do it. I've been brutalized and starved so long now I'm not sure I could summon the energy needed just to make a nightlight, much less something strong enough to kill us outright. And it would have to be outright. Otherwise, we would just be put in the tanks long enough to heal enough to be abused more. That, I know from experience.

I move to take my place between my son's legs, lifting him a bit before sliding into him. He wraps his legs around me, something we've learned the king enjoys watching. There's less pain afterwards for us if we manage to please him. I so quickly establish a pace that's a lot more hurried than it seems to an observer. I bend down, kissing Raditz sloppily, then delve my tongue into his mouth. I can feel the king leaning closer to watch.

I keep thrusting, capturing the few sounds he makes with kisses. He doesn't make that many, but at least they aren't pain-filled. I let my tail roam freely over him, and smile a little against his mouth when he does the same to me. The only pleasure either of us have is with each other… and I try to enjoy what he gives me while I can. It won't be long before the king grows bored of watching and decides to fuck me instead. He rarely fucks my son, preferring to watch him brutalized by Nappa.

I'm pushed down against Raditz, pulling away from his lips in time to see his eyes widen with sudden fear. "Nappa has told me that you are capable of taking two, Raditz."

"No!" The cry breaks from him, and his body squirms beneath mine. He screams and I catch my breath when another cock is shoved into his body with mine, thrusting strongly. I am pushed against the boy with every thrust, but make none of my own. At last, it is over, and the vicious tightness eases as the king pulls away.

He smacks my ass. "Finish up, pet. Your son will be needing another lesson today. He actually thought to argue with me."

Raditz screams, raging and bucking. I just start thrusting again, my throat swollen, my head down. I can't look at him. I thrust one last time, then pull away, kneeling between his legs as the king strips off the robe Raditz is still wearing. I don't look at either of them, but Raditz' cries suddenly stop. "Bardock, a blindfold for your son."

I leave to fetch it, fastening it over my son's eyes. I can barely stand to watch what I'm doing. I know what will happen next. Raditz doesn't fight as I position him as the king wants.

"Enter him." I do, slowly, hating myself, hating the king. "Moon Burst. Look up at the light, Bardock. Look at what you created." I no longer have any ability to fight the king's coercion. I look up. A moment later, my son is screaming in pain. "No, Bardock, slower. Transform slowly."

The king's voice continues, "Oh, Raditz, how I wish you could see this. He's easily as big around as your thigh. It's such a… stimulating sight. Ahhh… Nappa. You know just what I need." There are slurping noises that I can hear even over my screams. "Rock in him, Bardock. Fuck him gently, now, there'll be time for fun later."

I roar, an inhuman sound. I move as carefully as I can, but there is no way it does not hurt. He screams. Repeatedly. "Oh, that's enough, Bardock. Transform a bit more for me." I have learned a control of this form I had no idea was possible. If only…"Fuck him hard, Bardock. Break the chains that bind him, and fuck him into the ground."

I slam into my son, roaring as he screams, the scent of my son filling my nostrils. Pain, death, blood. And one other thing I did not expect. I roar again, pulling away from him, completing my transformation. The room is suddenly far too small, and far too full. I bash those who have caused us pain through a wall, my fingers clenching around the ball of light. My hand burns as I quench it, and I drop the transformation.

My son has stopped screaming. I drop to my knees beside him, ripping the blindfold away. He blinks, looking around frantically, although he cannot move his head. I gather him close, stumbling down the hall to the medical bay. Once I've got him into a regeneration tank, I do everything I can to barricade the room. Energy from god knows where bursts from me, frying the complicated locks into melted masses that will hold the doors for awhile. I pile the tanks my son and I will not be using in front of them, arranging them so that they'll press against a wall or something to provide a secondary blockade. Only then do I get into a tank myself. I program it only for a half-hour.

The time passes quickly. The tank drains, and I check my hasty defenses. No one has tried to breach them yet. I feel a little better, so take the time to arrange them a bit better, and manage to seal all but one of the doors. There are, thankfully, no windows to worry about. Again, I put myself into the tank, this time setting it for an hour.

I pay very little attention to how much time passes. I never set my tank for more than an hour, and always check the defenses first, fixing them if I have to, then my son. He's healing well, if much slower than I expected. The sixth or seventh time I get out of my tank, I recheck the settings on his, just to make sure I did it right. I did. I don't understand why he's healing so slowly, but he is healing, so I'm satisfied.

Eventually, I allow myself longer periods in the tank. I have to. It's the only way I get any nutrition… there isn't any food in the room, and the regeneration fluid is nutrient-rich. I'm delighted when I wake to find word of the prince's return being broadcast. I un-barricade the door, and find Nappa waiting outside. He doesn't say a word, just drops two uniforms on the floor. Then he leaves.

I stumble to the shower across the room, washing the fluid from my skin, then draw on the uniform. Good thing they're all one size fits all, and stretchy… because otherwise, it wouldn't fit. I've lost mass and tone over the last… how the fuck long has it been, anyway? Vegeta was only supposed to have been gone three weeks! I'm horrified when I check the date and discover just how long my son and I have been abused, and astonished that my pathetic defenses were able to withstand two months.

A moment later, I'm checking the readings on my son's tank. He's nearly finished, only a few minutes more. I wait, watching, and am rewarded when his eyes open. The fluid drains away, and I hand him his clothes.

"The prince has returned?"

"Yes."

He looks at the armor I have given him, and begins shaking his head. The armor drops to the floor. "I won't wear that." He swallows, hard. "It is not the garment for a chizzari. I must have a robe."

"Nappa sent this."

He bends, and slowly dresses before following me our quarters. He goes straight to his room. I don't really blame him, and go to my own. I hear the soft ding, and go back out. Vegeta is there, looking around. I take the time to do so as well, taking a deep breath. The rings that the king installed are gone, but the scents of blood, fear and pain are lingering. I start to move toward him, and realize that I am crawling.

It doesn't matter. I am his chizzari, after all. It is only a moment later that I am subservient before him. He reaches down and pulls me up before I have a chance to ask if I can be of service to him. "Tell me what has happened. Why is the scent of fear so strong?"

I try to tell him, but wind up choking, feeling as if someone has cut off my air. I finally to speak. "Raditz was badly injured, several times, and not allowed to heal. I managed to get him to a tank two months ago, and had to barricade the doors to keep him safely in the tank. I did not open them until the broadcast of your arrival."

It wasn't what I'd meant to say. I tried once more to tell him what kind of injuries, and how he'd gotten them, but I couldn't! I was already on my knees - he's too short to have pulled me to my feet - and I slumped against him when the pain hit. It was like fire blazing through my skull. Vegeta picked me up and put me on one of the couches. He looked suspicious, so I tried again to tell him what had happened, and fell back against the couch when the next wave of pain hit.

He paced across the room, stopping suddenly to stare at Raditz' door. I followed his gaze. Raditz stood, wearing a blood-red robe instead of the armor he'd been wearing. I watch as he drops to the floor, crawling over to the prince, and kneeling as we were taught. I hear the words I didn't have the chance to say spill easily from him. "May my body be of service to my lord?"

Vegeta gasps, and his face is suddenly so cold that I look down. But his voice is quiet when he speaks, and I look back up.

"I want a ride, Raditz."

Raditz looks up at him, and the prince holds out his hands. "Take me for a ride, Raditz."

Raditz stands, and lifts the prince to his shoulder, waiting to be told where to go. Vegeta tugs on his hair, and he carries him from the room. I lay on the couch a bit longer, waiting for the pain to go away.

I lift a hand to my head, when it's finally tolerable, then decide that maybe it's not having eaten for two months that is causing the headaches. I pull myself from the couch and make my way rather unsteadily to my room, to find the kitchen very well provisioned. I start eating, but find it doesn't take a lot to fill me up. The bed still looks pretty inviting, in spite of the times I've been abused on it, so I fall into it.

I wake up eventually, and remember what it was that triggered my sudden defiance. I jump from the bed, then look down at the armor I'm wearing. It only takes me a moment to strip it off and pull on one of the longer sea-green robes. Nappa gave me the armor to wear, but my prince is back and I'm under his orders now. And his, I recall with a smile, are to enjoy myself, and train. Well, for the moment, I plan to enjoy myself, and the hedonistically silky robe is more to my taste right now - with the prince near - than the armor, though I will need it later.

I slip into my son's room, smiling at the sight of the sleeping prince curled against him. He pets the boy's hair, his eyebrows raising at the sight of my robe. I walk over to him, kneeling next to the chair, and put my hand on his stomach. I release my energy slowly into him, feeding him the energy I know he needs.

He covers my hand with his, and I look up at him. "Vegeta has made arrangements for us," he tells me, keeping his voice low so as not to wake the prince.

"His father will ignore anything he says," I whisper back.

"He made the arrangements with Zarbon." He nods at the dawning shock and resigned comprehension I display.

"The king can't argue with Frieza's right hand," I acknowledge. I turn my hand, fingers curling with my son's. "I'm sorry, Raditz."

"Don't be, Father. There wasn't a damned thing we could do against elites. There's only so much stubbornness can do against brute strength. And you know, we're damned stubborn!"

I smile, the first true smile I've managed since Vegeta left us. I feel my face soften as a sudden peace descends on me. "You're right. I'm going to change, and go train for awhile. I've got an awful lot of… coercions to overcome." And that, I realize as I say it, is exactly why I couldn't tell Vegeta what had really happened. There's a lot more to the chizzari marking than just being a status statement.

"You started overcoming them when you put me in that tank, Father, and made sure that I healed properly." He shifts Vegeta a bit, preparing to stand, and I blink, seeing the mark on his neck.

"He marked you."

"Third time," he tells me. "He's bitten me twice before. One of these days, he'll get it right."

"Next time," comes the sleepy mumble from the prince. One eye opens. "I'll get it right next time." The other eye opens, he stares at my robe. "Bardock, what the hell are you wearing?"

"Next to nothing," I reply cheekily, and lean to kiss the prince. "You come see me when I get back, little prince."

"Little!" Vegeta bounces to life, hovering above Raditz' lap. "Little!"

I spend a long moment examining him, then grin. "Not where it counts, my prince." I know he won't hurt me for saying it, even if I do have to dodge a half-hearted attack Vegeta throws at me before I literally scamper out the door. I hear them behind me as I start to pull it shut.

"Your father will be the death of me."

"My father will give his life for you," comes a reply filled with absolute certainty. "As will I."

My son's right, I would give my life for our prince. I know that the way things are going, someday, I may have to. I pause in the main room, then turn resolutely to my own. I need to train - in more ways than one. And I know right where I'll start. I yank off the robe, pulling on the battle suit once more, and stride down the hall to the room where the horror really began.

It takes me twenty minutes to open the door and go inside. The first thing I do is go oozaru and start blasting all the toys the king hadn't done away with yet. Therapy is a wonderful thing.