Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari-Raditz ❯ Loss ( Chapter 11 )

Food sounds good. Food with company sounds better. Female company sounds the best, but only if they've got food. I glance through my clothes, pick out something to wear. Vegeta's taste in clothes is pretty similar to my father's, but since I've not had to worry so much anymore about who's touching me, I prefer my own style. Yeah, the next best thing to naked outfit I wear to fight in.

Hey, what can I say? Besides, the women like it. Gives them plenty of skin to touch while we're deciding just how far we're going. Okay… check out the mirror, knock my spikes into order. That's better. Wonder what's on the menu in the commons, anyhow? Heard the supplier came in yesterday, so they might even have something a touch exotic.

I open the door and glance around before leaving my room. I still really can't stand to have Nappa see me, no matter what I've got on. Actually, when he's around, clothing appropriate for an ice world doesn't seem like enough to wear. Man still gives me the creeps. Good thing he's not in sight… I'd've probably hid in my room, or used the balcony window, if I'd seen him.

I dart across the room, not taking any chances he might show up. He doesn't much, Vegeta's made his favoritism very, very clear. Even my father knows that his rank as a chizzari may be higher than mine, but his position's lower. And he don't pay attention to a hell of a lot now that he doesn't have to. He's still being a huge slut, when he can't get Vegeta to play with him… and I swear he's gotten Vegeta to join in his nightly orgies more than once.

I slip out the door, grinning a little at the thought of the prince trying to outdo my father with a group of women. I don't think Father's had less than three women in his bed of a night - the man just does not sleep alone. Ever. He's not entertaining Nappa anymore, although I know he's had Toma in at least once, and Vegeta joined him that time. Turles was still taking up all my time then…

Dammit! I've been doing so well, not thinking about the brat! Now I'm sure that there's something different between breeders and Saiyan women. I mean, there was the whole licking business… eww, I don't even wanna think about that. Makes me sick to think about what Father and I did… and what I ate… erh… oh.

I lean against the wall for a minute, thinking of strong wine and harder drinks, and … oh, better not think about steak… how about those shrimp things from Scarabee?… yeah, those were pretty good. Wonder if the supplier brought any of those in? I head back down the hall, and nearly trip over the woman when I turn the corner.

She's been beaten, and she's bleeding badly. I check her over, then gather her up and take her to the regeneration tanks. I'm fairly certain it's Mato, but her face is such a pulp I can't be entirely certain. It's the bulge of her belly that makes me think it could be Father's favorite; that, and how close she was to our quarters.

But how could I have not heard her screams? There's no way she could have been beaten so badly and not screamed! I set the tank, watching anxiously as it fills. I doubt the baby has any chance at all, probably already dead from the shape the mother's in. I can see where she's been hit in the stomach, a lot, and I know she's been raped. Whoever did it hadn't intended for the baby to live, and considered the woman incidental.

I check the readings, confirming my guess that this is Mato. And the other, that my baby sister is dead. Mato is hemorrhaging, and the tank doesn't seem to be able to stop the bleeding like it should. I double check the settings I programmed, and they are for a life-threatening injury. It should be healing her!

But it isn't, and even as I stand there trying to figure out what to do, she dies. I'm not really sure what to do now, either. I could leave her in the tank, and wait for Father or Vegeta to get back. They've gone to train together. I could go after them, but Father's been in a horrible temper since Turles got sent off, and Vegeta isn't much better. I know he's getting residual emotions through the bonds he has with me, and I've been a bitch.

This doesn't help, not at all. Somebody's attacked my family! That sparks my foul mood again, and I head through the corridors to the room I know they're training in. I haven't come with them before, and I'm inside before I realize why I've been avoiding this particular training arena.

I can't stand up. I can't. I know I hit the floor, and I hear Vegeta make some kind of aggravated remark. Then my father is next to me, and I'm mewling and trying to scrabble my way across the floor to get away from him, but I can't move. I can barely get my fingers to curl enough to try to get away, and the mewling becomes a helpless, frightened whine.

Then Vegeta is there. That only makes it worse. I get a glimpse of him leaning towards me and suddenly I can't see anything, everything's gone dark, but I can feel. I can feel, and they're touching me, and I'm crying and trying to get myself to move, to get away run escape hide run NOOOO!

I'm in my own bed when I wake up. I'm freezing, and pull the blanket up to my chin, shaking with the cold. Shuddering, really, and it's not just the cold. There's a bone-deep terror that's keeping me from knowing what's just happened and why I don't remember going to bed.

"Raditz?" It's a soft voice, almost gentle, but quite thoroughly impatient. The prince.

"'Geta?" I am whimpering. He'll think I'm pathetic, but then, he knows that. The tremors shake my body, I can't seem to control them. "Prince Vegeta?"

That's better. My voice is a little stronger, and he can hear me. He comes to my side, perching on the bed so that he can cup my face with his hands. "How do you feel, Raditz?"

I've never lied to him, and I'm not starting now. "Cold. Terrified. A little confused. What happened?" I still can't seem to stop shaking! He pats my cheek, runs his fingers through my hair. He doesn't say anything, just looks back at the door. I follow his gaze, and spot my father. "Father?"

"Raditz." He comes in. Father is wearing one of those silky robes again, that sea-green color he likes. I hate it. Bad memories, I suppose. "What were you doing there?"

I shake my head, confused. "Doing where?"

"In that room. Where Vegeta and I were training." He seems a little pale, and I wonder why.

It hits me all of the sudden. I can feel the blood drain from my face, and my stomach threatens to claw its way out the back of my throat. It's a good thing I didn't get the chance to eat, because it's awhile before I finish retching. Vegeta doesn't move away, merely supports me until I fall back against the pillows once more. That room was where Father and I had been given our lessons.

Vegeta moves a little, wriggling in between me and the pillows so that I am leaning on him, and wraps his arms around my neck. "Why did you come to see us, Raditz?"

That shocks me back. "Mato. Somebody… somebody beat the hell out of her. She and the baby… they died."

My father snarls, the rage on his face transforming him into something terrible. He turns to charge from the room, but stops, trembling with fury, when Vegeta tells him to hold. He is tense behind me, one small hand caressing me, the other tugging rather painfully on my hair. "Raditz. Tell me what happened."

I tell him what I know, which isn't much. "I left my rooms to go down to the commons, wanted a bit of company. I found Mato not far from our quarters, and took her to the tanks. I guess it was too late, 'cause she died in the tank."

"My baby?" My father's voice is tremulous, nearly as shaky as his body. He almost looks like he's searching for something.

"My sister died before I got them in the tank."

Fury and grief roll off him in waves, and I swear his hair seemed to change color for a moment. Then he drops to the floor, screaming and crying and swearing revenge. I'd forgotten he finally had taken Mato as his mate - she had never objected to his many playmates. "I… I wasn't sure what to do, so I left her in the tank, and started looking for you."

"You did well to look for us," my prince tells me. I huddle against him, residual terror mixing with a relief to have him near me. Damned bonds anyway. He never has managed to bite me deep enough to actually make me his mate, but it's not for lack of trying. It's the chizzari bond I'm feeling most, though. I want to turn over and pound him into the mattress to get rid of the lingering fear of his father, and I can feel how much he wants me to do just that.

But there is my father, and his grief comes before our lust. Vegeta slips from the bed and goes to him, stroking, petting. His chizzari bond with my father is much weaker than the one he shares with me, but that is because King Vegeta is the one who bit my father first. It is his bond that is the stronger, though the prince has marked him now many times. The little prince just can't bite deeply enough to erase his father's hold.

I watch as Vegeta tries to calm my father, my bonds to the prince soon pulling me from the bed to join him. There is nothing sexual about what Vegeta has been trying, and I know my father. I gather him against me, stroking my tail under the short robe, kissing his neck and shoulders. He pins me to my back moments later, slamming home with a force he's never used on me.

I cry out, both from the pain and to encourage him to take what he needs Vegeta takes only a moment to divest himself of the little he wears, and then he joins us. My father pounds into me, his fingers sinking deeply into my shoulders as he takes his grief and rage out on my body. I can feel the way Vegeta moves as well, and then his tail curls around me, stroking a counter to their thrusts.

For these two men, I am willing to do anything. For them, I will do anything. My tail caresses one, then the other, before my tail twines with my father's. I pant as my body twists and arches against his, my hands roaming the scars that adorn silken, sweaty skin.

He rides, his panting heavy, sobs and gasps both wrenched from his throat as he takes me. I scream, my body shuddering, but still he continues, and Vegeta with him. Vegeta's tail releases me, stroking instead over my father's chest as I lie limply beneath them. My grip on Father's shoulders slackens, my hands sliding down his arms to clutch at his wrists. Vegeta's tail wraps around ours, my hips arching once more to meet my father's.

We make a sweaty, semen-soaked pile when Father finally releases. We just lay there, them piled on top of me, Father's tears trickling down my chest while Vegeta and I hold him. After a bit, Vegeta slips from my father and kneels between our legs. My father gasps, and I feel him swell within me. Vegeta is cleaning us with his tongue, and I arch against my father, whimpering, as his tongue swirls around the shaft where it enters me.

Bardock lifts himself up, brushes the hair out of my face. He kisses the bruises he has made, his hips lurching against mine as Vegeta continues to lick us both. He's very similar to his father in one respect, he loves to watch Father and I together, but he prefers to participate in some way. I moan, hear Vegeta laugh as his tail brushes between Bardock's body and my own.

Bardock's mouth meets mine, and I submit to him eagerly. I may prefer women, but my father is by far the best lover I've ever had! I only know Vegeta has moved when he pulls my father from my mouth to suck on his cock, and positions himself over my face. I put mouth and fingers to work, listening to Vegeta mewl as we work him together, never letting the rhythm of our hips let up for a moment. Vegeta and my father both have their tails wrapped around me, working me into a near frenzy of desperation.

I have always been the easiest lay, according to them, and I prove it twice before either of them achieve any satisfaction. A slightly different arrangement of sated Saiyans is formed, Bardock and I with our heads in Vegeta's lap, and him gently caressing us. It is nice, so I kiss my father, and then tip my head to get at Vegeta, and kiss him, too. My father grins at me, the pain in his eyes haunting, but follows suit. We soon have Vegeta hard and eager again, but laughing as we fight over his cock. Semen sprays across our bodies once more, then Vegeta demands a shower.

Snickering, Father and I join him in it. Sexual play and lust have temporarily taken over the grief and need for revenge. I know that Vegeta wishes to avenge my father's mate, as I do, and we both know that Bardock has only taken the edge off his grief. I kiss my father as soon as the water starts running, my tail wrapping around Vegeta's cock. More sex sounds like a good idea right about now.