Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari-Raditz ❯ Moon Burst lesson ( Chapter 6 )

Vegeta is gone. He was recalled to Frieza's ship yesterday. I am not sure if this is a good thing or not. But then again, as I survey the filled cabinets of my kitchen and decide what I want, at least this time I know Nappa will not touch me. I heard him, before he left. If Nappa dares to rape me again, Vegeta will rip his dick off.

Believe me, that made me feel a hell of a lot safer. Nothing Nappa can say will make me give in to him willingly. I smooth a hand happily over my armor. I'm properly dressed, at last. Even Nappa gets to wear his armor now. I think that actually meant something to him, he seemed very pleased with himself after breakfast this morning, parading around in his usual clothes instead of one of those damned short robes.

I haven't got a single one of those left. Vegeta burned them. Not that I mind, I much prefer what I have on now. My father, now, he still wears those robes occasionally, but more often than not, he's armored, too. I asked him - he told me he liked the feel of silk on his skin. I guess I really can't blame him for that, I suppose if I had been happier about being chosen, I would have enjoyed that as well.

I settle down to a good meal, and work my way leisurely through it. Unlike Father, my experiences as a chizzari have not been good. Vegeta changed that though. We can wear what we want and leave our quarters whenever we want, so long as he is off on a mission. When he is here, we only need to be if he's specifically requested for us to stay. We are under orders to keep ourselves in fighting trim, something that before, we couldn't really do. It's rather hard to train when you can't leave your quarters, after all.

Yeah, the last month of my life sentence has been pretty good. The only thing I haven't been all that thrilled about is Vegeta using me for a moving chair. Not that I really minded the kid perching on my shoulder, exactly, it just… was one of the two things he did that reminded me that I was his property.

The other was staying with me at night. Nappa didn't get that… I guess it was a privilege. Father did. Vegeta spent a week in his bed, and came stumbling out glassy-eyed every single morning. My dad… well, he's a slut. I can't believe the number of people he's taken to bed since he's been allowed to go out. I swear he's had at least five different partners every day since being given relative freedom. Vegeta just laughed, and encouraged him to enjoy himself.

Then again, he did the same to me. I haven't exactly been celibate either, but at least I don't fuck everything that winks at me! My meal's done, I get up and go to our common room. It takes me exactly three seconds to locate my father - he's a noisy fuck - and to determine that he's got at least three partners. From the noise, one of 'em's Nappa.

Yeah, he still encourages the brute. It doesn't matter who's in the room. Hell, two days before Vegeta left, my dad walked right up to Nappa in front of us and told him he was wearing too much, then dropped the robe he'd been wearing. Vegeta was perched on my shoulder, again, and bloody well nearly strangled me with his tail watching what followed. After which, he promptly directed me to my room, and was quite demanding.

I still don't get that. I know damned well he fucked both my father and Nappa senseless, but he insists I screw him. The whole time he was here, whenever he took me to bed, it was so I could do him. Not that I have a problem with that… no, I guess I do, or I wouldn't be fussing over it. I still flinch from my father, and bloody nearly run whenever Nappa gets too close, but after awhile, I didn't flinch when Vegeta demanded to be picked up, or to be taken to bed. And I never had a problem touching him.

Which is strange in another way. I do not, at all, enjoy males. By choice, I haven't taken one in my entire life. Vegeta is the only exception, and he wasn't really by choice. Nappa's training has been highly ineffective on me - he seems to think I should be able to do to my father what they do to me.

Carefully, I steer my mind away from those memories. I won't have to worry about that now. Vegeta made it pretty plain that he was satisfied with me and that he didn't think I needed more training. I smile, finding that I am actually relieved to have him gone. Females are my bed partners of choice, and I believe I will go out and find a few. A day-long diversion sounds pretty good right about now.

Night has fallen before I finally return to my rooms. A very pleasant day. I managed to find myself two females who were willing to train before, after, and during sex. Acrobatic little minxes, extremely enjoyable.

My good humor drains away the instant I open the door to the chizzari chamber. My father is in King Vegeta's lap, and from the look on his face, something's wrong. And since Nappa seems to be maliciously content, I'm sure something is very wrong. My father looks up at me as the door closes behind me. For one moment, I see anguish on his face, and then suddenly Nappa is holding him and the king is behind me.

The next few hours are a blur of pain. I wake in a regeneration tank, recoiling backwards when I see my father waiting for me. Stark terror fills me at the sight of him, a sick horror when I see Nappa behind him. I… know what happened to me, but I can't seem to recall it just now. I hurt.

I'm not supposed to hurt. I've been in a tank. But when the fluid finishes cycling out, I nearly collapse from the pain that shoots through my body. Actually, I do collapse, but my father catches me. There are tears standing in his eyes, but he touches me no longer than it takes me to steady my pain-wracked body. What has happened? Why don't I remember?

"Your first lesson, Raditz," the king says, and steps toward me. I fall backward into the regeneration tank, but I don't remember taking the step back that caused me to trip over it. He reaches down and grabs my hair, pulling me back to my feet. Waves of panic wash through me as he pulls me tightly against him, tail and hands exploring my body. Vegeta does not command his father, and his father has taken an interest in me! "Your first lesson, is that you obey your first. Instantly, and without fail."

I think I shake my head. Something is badly wrong with me, the regeneration tank should not have left me in such pain. But the reason is given to me. Nappa steps forward, his tail boldly thrusting into me. It hurts, oh gods, the pain! "You've not been healed completely, Raditz. You won't be permitted to heal until I'm sure you've learned your lesson. And if we need to, well… your father will be providing another lesson."

My father? Lesson? I turn my head slightly, to see my father leaning against the column of the tank. His face is buried in his arm, his entire body shaking. What have they done to him?!

He is dismissed, and practically runs from the room. The pain now is too much for me to think clearly, and I have only a vague idea that the king and his first are doing to me what Vegeta has promised wouldn't happen again. Nappa tosses me casually over his shoulder when they have finished, and carries me to my room.

I hear King Vegeta say something, but I am too dazed to make out the words just yet. An hour or so later, when I've recovered enough to think properly again, the words he said set my whole body to quaking in terror, yet I don't know what they meant. What is a moon burst lesson, and why would I need another?

My door opens, someone slips silently inside, and kneels next to me on the floor. I try to scramble away, but he catches me, picks me up like I'm a baby. I don't seem to have any control over myself, shaking so hard I couldn't run now if I could stand. I am carried into the bathroom, the light comes on.

It's my father. Good gods! He's covered in bruises, bleeding from several small cuts. He doesn't say a word, just walks us into the shower and turns the water on. He holds me steady while he cleans the regeneration fluid and semen and blood from my skin, then helps me sit before he washes two of the three from himself.

"The king is a monster." His voice is flat, but he is trembling now almost as much as I was earlier. He soon joins me on the floor. "Raditz, can you forgive me? Can you ever forgive me? I held out as long as I could, but it hurt so much that I screamed, and opened my eyes when I did."

Moon burst. Oh gods. Oh gods. I know what happened now. The king had blindfolded me. Nappa had bound me with those things I have never been able to get free of. I don't know where they took us, but they had my father fuck me while they took turns on him. And then, I heard the king say, "Moon Burst."

My father had screamed, and Nappa had told him to open his eyes. I remember him saying no, remember him beginning to beg. Remember how his begging changed to cries of pain that became screams of agony. Remembered him saying, "NO!" before an overwhelming pain ripped me in half.

Literally. He had gone oozaru while still inside me, just as Nappa had done deliberately - and slowly - to him. Him, they had healed completely. Me, they had barely tossed in the tank in time to save my life, and had healed me enough to be sure I would live. And both of us, they had raped afterwards. I recognized the bruising at my father's waist. It matched the bruising on my own skin.

"You fought them."

"You're my son."

It is a simple statement with a wealth of meaning. I understand what he says, and understand now why he has always made me scream with pleasure, and why he has been encouraging Nappa to screw him. "I understand."

Tactic forgiveness, and when he relaxes, I know he has understood it as such. He stands, and shuts the water off, then helps me to my bed. He crawls in with me, but does not touch me. Again, I understand. He does not feel I should be alone, and he does not want to be alone. My tail loops around his wrist, and I fall asleep. Father will protect me.