Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari-Raditz ❯ Horror Story ( Chapter 8 )

My condition shows now, just a little. There is a decided thickness to my waist, although not the obvious rounding of a woman's body. I sleep a great deal now, while my body adjusts for the delivery that will be happening soon. That is something I am not looking forward to. I've heard the women talk of having their children, I don't even want to think about how it will feel for me.

Then again, it can't possibly be worse than a Moon Burst lesson.

The idea doesn't help my peace of mind, and I shift again. It seems if I'm not asleep, I'm thoroughly uncomfortable. Vegeta and my father guard me night and day. I haven't been alone since the day I woke in the tank. Vegeta always sleeps with me, and sometimes my father joins us.

He's back to being a horny little devil. Vegeta's got guard duty right now, and we're listening to the chorus of moans, groans, and assorted other noises coming from my father's rooms. All women, this time. After everything that's happened to us, and finding out what we did, he's been taking very few chances that could leave him pregnant.

He's a breeder too, we discovered. He'd conceived and lost two children, one each for our tormentors. He won't go near any males now, except for Vegeta and I. He says he wouldn't mind having one of our children, and is shameless about getting Vegeta to fuck him. He usually manages to get Vegeta to take him, simply by sitting in the brat's lap while I'm fucking him.

Yeah, Vegeta's still keeping his word. He's as blatant as my father at getting what he wants out of me, though. I've had more sex between the two of them in these last months than I believed was physically possible. As soon as we're behind closed doors, they shed every scrap of clothes they have on, and make a beeline straight for me. Purrs and kisses and tails everywhere, until they manage to get me out of my clothes, too.

Course, the only time I seem to ever be comfortable anymore is when I'm fucking. I sit up, smash my pillows around a little, and flop back down. Didn't help. I make a little whimpering noise, and Vegeta is at my side a moment later. He looks at me, then shakes his head. "Can't you ever sleep without tearing up the bed?"

He grabs the sheet that is twisted all around me, and bumps and nudges me until he's got it all straightened out. By then, of course, I'm rock hard. Little prick always strokes and pets whenever he tends me. He doesn't bother pulling the sheet back over me, crawling into the bed with me instead, and starts sucking.

I'm in heaven. My slut of a father can't even begin to compare to the prince in this department. I don't know where Vegeta learned to suck cock, but I bless the man who taught him as my hips arch. He pins me down, sucking and licking and kissing until I finally explode and shower us both. He licks most of that up as well, then snuggles against my side, stroking me gently.

I coil my tail with his, running my fingers through his hair and down his back. There's something about his cuddling that hurts me. I find it hard enough to reconcile the fearsome prince with the shameless hussy who begs me to fuck him, but the cuddling, snuggling little creature who seems to cry for the comforting touch I give him now is completely against everything anyone ever hears of the prince. I don't even realize I've said anything until he starts talking.

"Because, my own, I have no one else. None save you and Bardock, and he's as shameless as I am. On Frieza's ship, I am the child prince, dangerous because I am in Frieza's favor, and because I'm ridiculously strong for a child. On the ship, I am pursued as a potential new toy by the strongest, but left to myself because I am in Frieza's favor. And until I lose his favor, no one dares lay a hand on me.

"I am no virgin, but no Saiyan warrior is. I was made a warrior on the day I was born, not on my second birthday. That was the day I was reaffirmed into the ranks of warriors. My father saw to it that I was educated as benefited my position, frequently fucked, and when I was ten, he sent me on my first mission."

Vegeta strokes my side, my stomach. "I was ten, my own, and tinier than I am now. Father had cut my hair, and set me among the ranks of the common soldiers under a name that was not my own." I sigh, my earlier fears about Frieza finding out how he'd been fooled relieved, and stroke his tail with my own. He has grown tense, and I try to relax him.

He shakes me off, sits up. "I have had steady partners for most of my life, my own. They were not all of my choosing, as you are. My first joinings were forced, as were most that followed. During missions, my fellow Saiyans thought me only a common boy, and raised no hand to help me when stronger warriors chose me for play. When my father finally learned of my first lover, he arranged for my other identity to die. I spent a year in the palace, seen by no one but my father and two guards, you and your father, while my hair grew out."

"I remember. You told me you had been fighting as a commoner to gain experience."

"Yes, I told you. As soon as my hair was properly grown, Father began taking me out with him." Vegeta falls silent again, and I feel uneasy. My tail loops around his slender waist, my arms around him as I sit up and gather him to me. I know what he will say. His father is a monster.

"Ah, you understand. Yes. My father carried me with him in his pod. As soon as we would launch, he would pull my pants to my ankles, and shift his own enough that he could fuck me. His pod was always drenched with the scent of sex. He would turn me so that I could suck him off while he fucked me with his tail. If he wasn't in the mood to fuck, he'd have me fondle myself until he was, and then he'd use me. I had to lick up every drop of semen that was sprayed, so that no sign was ever in his pod to let his teams know the use to which he put his son.

"Sometimes, on the planets, he would split the team. And while the rest of the team took care of the inhabitants, he'd enjoy me. After the planet was cleared, he'd use me. On the way home, I was his little toy. The one time one of the elites came back early when he'd split a team, Father offered me to him. He accepted, and he sucked my father off while he fucked me.

"Father loved it. He included Nappa on every mission after that. He loved to watch Nappa take me while one of us sucked him, loved to force me to suck Nappa when he fucked me.

"My father forced him on me as chizzari, and gave me also the two guards who knew anything of the nocturnal visits he had paid while my hair grew out. Frieza had heard of my missions with my father by then, and arranged for me to take some missions for him. Twice now, I have come back from missions to find my orders about my chizzari and you, my own, completely ignored. This time, I… I called my lover, and told him the truth. That I wasn't dead, and that I was the prince of Vegeta, and that my father had taken me from him to use me himself."

"Dear gods. Zarbon." The way the man had looked when he saw my prince, and the satisfaction, make sense now.

"Zarbon." He relaxes into me. "I have told him all, my own, except that you and your father are breeders. I have told him that I wish to bring my personal household aboard Frieza's ship, and that I would like to be quartered near him."

"But…" I stop my protest, and think for a moment. "I see. Those were the arrangements you meant."

"Yes. I will return to Zarbon, so that you, my own, and your father will be safe. He has everything arranged, and is only waiting on the children to be born and sent out before informing Frieza of my father's treachery. In the meantime, he will arrange a mission for your father."

"But you said you didn't tell him I was a breeder?" Something else strikes me. "Children?"

"Your father is expecting a child from one of his playmates. She will bear in five and a half months."

I shift again, cradling him closer. What he has done amazes me. He has sacrificed his body and turned his father over to our greatest enemy, the Lord Frieza, in order to protect my father and I. "Why? Why do this for us?"

"You are my own, my chosen." His words are softly spoken, and sound almost as if he is thinking before saying each one. "I have no desire to live aboard Frieza's ship, but I am… not adverse to Zarbon's touch. For five years, he was my lover. My father only raped me, but Zarbon loved me. He always saw to it that I was well-fed, and saw that I was tanked at the first, when I fought against him and lost. And he made sure that I enjoyed it, no matter how much I'd fought to be free of him.

"I stopped fighting so strongly, and at last put up only a token resistance that he could dissolve with a simple touch." He sighs, and snuggles against me. "I barely reach his knees, you know. Bloody changling is tall! He used to pick me up and carry me around like the child I seemed to be, but he never acted as if sex wasn't a part of our relationship. He had no problem kissing or fondling me, even if someone was looking. Sometimes my pod would come in, and he'd meet me at it, and fuck me there in front of everyone, kissing every single little scrape I'd managed to get. I always hated that, I hate having an audience when I have sex, and despised the commentary.

"He was my protector for years. Everyone knew not to touch the littlest Saiyan, because Zarbon would rip their heads off if the boy didn't. He never offered to share me with anyone, not even Frieza - and Frieza had displayed an interest in me. I think it is the only time in his life that he ever stood up to the lizard about anything.

"Let me tell you, Raditz, so that you know why I feel safe with what I've done. This happened just before Father recalled me. Zarbon had met me in the hanger, and fucked me in front of them all until I could barely stand. Then he swung me up, balancing me on his hip, me still naked and him in that non-existent outfit of his, and walked us through the ship to where he was supposed to have been. Frieza's viewing room. You know the one."

I nod. It's that room with the huge window, empty of anything except Frieza's favorite throne and a flunky or two, and a very well stocked bar. Frieza's a fucking alcoholic.

"I was half-asleep, I'd had a hard mission and just been fucked off my feet, so I was drowsing on Zarbon, with my tail curled around his bicep since I couldn't get it around his waist." I grin at the disgust in Vegeta's voice, his size seems to continuously work against him. He's ungodly strong for being so small, though. "I heard that lizard, asking Mr. Zarbon what he thought by bringing a naked monkey into his presence. And Zarbon told him that I was his, just returned from a mission, and he would like the rest of the day off. Frieza got up, and I heard the tiles crack when his tail hit the floor. I could feel Zarbon shaking, knew he was terrified because he'd pissed the lizard off.

"Frieza told him to drop me. Well, he tried, but I had my tail wrapped around his arm, and my hand fisted around his braid, so I just hung there while he yelped at me to let go of his hair. I did, and was swinging from his arm, upside down, staring straight at Frieza. Zarbon got me right-side up again and balanced me back on his hip again, then knelt down and let me go. I let go of his arm, then, and leaned against his leg.

"Frieza looked at me, then at Zarbon, and reached out to touch me. I scooted behind Zarbon's leg and peeked around it, didn't want the lizard to touch me. He never took his eyes off me when he told Zarbon he wanted to put me through my paces."

I growled, my grip on the prince becoming considerably more possessive. He kisses me, then resumes his tale.

"Zarbon did me proud then. He pushed me behind him and stood up. He told Frieza that I had been his lover for years, that I wasn't a toy that he let others play with. Told the lizard he would die before letting anyone else touch me." Vegeta shakes his head. "He was shaking so hard that his braid was dancing, and those jewels he wears were reflecting light all over the place, but he wouldn't back down. Frieza was impressed that he was willing to fight for me, but I guess he thought Zarbon would back down if he attacked.

"Zarbon didn't. He deflected Frieza's attack, and attacked the lizard himself. Frieza knocked him into the wall, then picked him up by the neck with his tail, slapped him into the wall a few more times. He asked Zarbon if I was really worth dying for, and Zarbon told him I was, and managed to kick the little creep in the face. Frieza smashed him into the wall, then sent him sailing, and he landed at my feet. He was unconscious.

"Frieza came for him, started to wrap his tail around Zarbon's neck again, and I bit him."

"You bit Frieza?!" I exclaim.

"Yes. As hard as I could. He yanked his tail back and asked me just exactly what I thought I was doing. So I told him that I was protecting Zarbon. He looked at me, and he started laughing. He laughed so hard he fell over. I guess it was funny. I'm smaller than he is, nowhere near as strong, but I was standing over Zarbon, growling and trying to protect him. When Frieza quit laughing, he told me to tell Zarbon he had the rest of the week off, and so did I.

"We spent that week screwing ourselves senseless, and then Frieza called us. I was sent to deliver a package to King Vegeta, and Zarbon went back to his usual duties."

"What was the package?" I ask idly. I doubt the prince actually knows, so I'm surprised at how promptly he answers.

"A copy of the recording Frieza had made of me with Zarbon. Father watched it all the way through, and then he raped me, and beat me until he'd broken every bone once, a few of them twice, and raped me a few more times for good measure. I was on the floor at his feet when he called Frieza. I could see Zarbon in the background, behind Frieza, and knew the angle of the camera kept them from seeing me. Father thanked Frieza for the package that he'd sent. I saw Zarbon move to stand behind Frieza, and I saw his face when my father told him that the messenger had been enroute back to the ship when his pod had exploded. I heard his cry, and I heard Frieza dismiss him, saw him walking towards the door while Frieza told my father that Mr. Zarbon had been very fond of the boy, and offered his condolences for the loss of a fine warrior."

He is quiet for a time. "He assigns the missions, so he was the first person I went to see when I got aboard Frieza's ship. Nappa went with me, introduced me, and stayed there while Zarbon chose a mission for me. He didn't give me a chance to be alone with Zarbon, and dripped my name every time he opened his mouth. Zarbon never even looked at me."

"Nappa knew?"

"Of course Nappa knew. Father told him once when they were fucking me." He rubs his face against my chest and sighs. "Nappa always goes to the ship with me, and stays long enough for me to get my assignments. They aren't strong enough to take me down now. No Saiyan is."

I smirk, and smooth my hand down his back and along his tail. "He's not going to be pleased when he goes up with you next time, is he? I imagine Zarbon will have a surprise waiting for him."

"Mmhmm." The smoldering look of anticipation in his eyes is wonderful to see after the horror story I've just heard. "I told him about my promise to you, Raditz. He told me that his protection will extend to you, if that becomes necessary."

That startles me. "He loves you that much?"

Now he smirks. "No. But he does intend to get in your pants."

"Oh, hell."

He laughs, and pulls me down for a kiss just as a massive pain shoots through my gut. I scream, he nearly falls off the bed. "What is it?"

I can't answer, except to scream again. Oh, I was wrong, I was wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong… it feels just like being fucked by someone going oozaru! I double up, find that hurts worse, and lie flat. That doesn't help, so I grab the headboard of the bed and haul myself to my knees.