Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari-Raditz ❯ What have I done? ( Chapter 13 )

Nice quarters. Zarbon's told me they are the ones Vegeta had requested for his household, so I settled in. I brought everything I owned with me, so I figure I'm set for awhile. I just need to find out from Zarbon what I'm going to be doing while I'm here. I'm just… a little worried. I still remember Vegeta saying the braided beauty wanted in my pants.

Yeah, I like his looks. Very feminine, and I've always been a sucker for long hair. I can't see him as a dominant in a relationship, but I've been aboard long enough to know he's never uke. Except, maybe, to Frieza, but no one does anything more than remotely suggest in a very vague way that Frieza has a sex life.

Thing is, I know he does. Because I've heard the stories from the Saiyans he's favored with his attentions. And that worries me, because at the moment, I'm the only Saiyan on the ship. A little old for his tastes, but like my prince, I look younger than I am. The prince looks about nine, now, and I look about seventeen. I've looked seventeen for the last ten years. It's actually kind of embarrassing, but it makes me look young enough to be of interest to Frieza.

Maybe I'll just stay in my quarters a lot. Leave only to go down and train, since I've already discovered I can take meals here. That idea I'm finding more appealing by the moment. It gets shot down when Zarbon appears. "Who let you in!"

He smiles. "I let myself in, Raditz." He blurs, and suddenly I'm pressed up against the wall and he's studying the bite on my neck. "How very interesting. Frieza will be delighted."

"Frieza?" I gasp.

"He'll be pleased to find there is a way to keep the young prince in line," he clarifies for me. I felt the blood drain from my face. Vegeta sent me here to keep me safe, but it seems Zarbon is double-crossing him. His smile is much more sinister this time. "Time to go."

"Go…"

I keep waking up in strange places. Worse, I keep waking up naked in strange places, and don't know how I got there or what happened to me. I open my eyes to find out where I am. First thing I see is Zarbon. He's dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed, examining the chizzari mark. He brushes a finger across it, and I flinch.

He looks up immediately. "Awake again? Good." A sly smile appears for a moment, and then he very deliberately twists and licks my cock. I'm ready to yell at him when I realize I'm not only tied down, but gagged as well. He licks me a few more times, then stands. He keeps touching me, stroking here and there on my chest, my stomach, my cock. Everywhere. He bends down suddenly, his face right next to my ear. "Don't worry, Raditz. I will keep my promise, but there must be a demonstration of a reason to protect you, just as there was with Ca… Vegeta, when he was young."

I try yelling at him anyway, and he smirks at the muffled noise I make. His tongue trails over my jaw, and I toss my head, trying to either hit him or get away. I'm really not sure which. He sucks on the mark Vegeta gave me, and the strangled yell combined with the writhing power surge I produce then sends him backward a few steps. It wasn't until he grabbed my tail and squeezed that he was able to get that close to me again.

"I'll remember not to do that for our demonstration. And I apologize for the ties, but it must seem that you favor my touch. Vegeta has told me something of what happened to you… I did not think you would be very touchable if you weren't… contained. I'll release you when you are more… amenable."

My temper explodes. Damn straight I wouldn't be touchable if I wasn't tied down! I'd be doing my best to kill hi…. My eyes cross as he begins sucking on the end of my tail, and any coherent thoughts I had fled. I can feel my hips arching to meet his stroking hand, but my whole self is centered on the end of my tail.

His fingers ruffle through my fur, once more thick and shiny. My hips arch again, a little pleading noise escaping past the gag he's devised. He smiles, nibbling now, and my hips arch insistently. Zarbon strokes and pets, and I try to spread my legs wider as he moves his fingers downward. My pleas increase, enough that he knows I am begging.

His finger slips inside me as he releases the suction on my tail. What he's done has left me aching. I'm hard and ready, but I'm trying, unsuccessfully, to be unwilling. He hasn't released my tail yet, and his fingers rub my tail as he toys with my body, his head lowering so that he is sucking me. I can't think anymore, I don't know how.

It's a long time later when he finally returns me to my quarters. At some point, and I don't remember when it was, he'd untied me. And taken off the gag. I have to cling to him as we negotiate the hall, unable to walk on my own. And it's not just because my ass is sore, either. Because, actually, it isn't. He was ungodly gentle with me. It's just that he used me so many times I can't stand up by myself. There's no doubt in my mind now who taught Vegeta to suck cock, either. Zarbon had to have, and he's better than the prince is. I wobble a little as we enter my quarters, and his arm tightens around my waist.

He escorts me to my bed and helps me lie down in it, then joins me. My whimper is both protest and plea… I want him to leave me the hell alone so I can sleep, but the idea of more of the kind of pleasure he can dole out is equally appealing. Zarbon chuckles, kissing me leisurely, his lips trailing down my neck and across my chest.

It's taken me 'til now to figure out that we just went through the halls naked, and I know damn well there were people out there. I know that later, I'm gonna be really, really pissed about that, but for right now, I don't care, because he's got my tail again. I whimper and buck against him, spreading my legs shamelessly, begging for him to take me.

I'm alone when I wake up. Completely alone. Zarbon isn't anywhere around. It takes everything I have just to get out of bed and get to the com so I can order something to eat. Something smells, and it takes my rest-deprived brain awhile to figure out that I reek of Zarbon's attentions. I don't even wait for the food to arrive, I bolt for the bathing chamber and dial up some very hot water. It takes me four tries to get all the gunk washed out of my hair, and the water's icy by the time I finally feel like I smell like I should.

I yank on some armor before I go back out to the main room and grab the first tray of food. It's cold, but I'm too hungry to care. The next tray is warmer. Luckily, I can get as much as I want, and it's a good couple hours before I even start to slow down. That makes me wonder just how long it's been since I've had something to eat, so I check the chronometer.

And then, I get up and go smack it. There's no way in hell it can be right! The numbers blitz, then reform, still saying the same thing. Zarbon had me in his quarters for three months, and I don't remember eating anything… except him… the entire time I was there. I drop to my knees, still staring at the meter. I'm sure it has to be wrong. There's no way I've lost three month of my life to him. To being fucked every time I moved or breathed.

The door chimes as it opens, but I don't turn to look. I'm still staring at the chronometer, trying to figure out how any Saiyan can go for three months without eating anything and survive. The hand on my shoulder finally catches my attention, and I turn to look up at him. He looks almost sympathetic. My voice is barely a squeak. "Three months?"

"Yes."

"But… Vegeta…"

Zarbon nods. I know my eyes widen, and I know that I'm shaking my head. Vegeta's mission was only supposed to take a week and a half. Zarbon's just told me that he came… that he knows that I was being voluntarily fucked by Zarbon. I finally remember to breathe. "No…"

"Oh, Frieza sent away him two days after he arrived." He smirks at me. "He was pleased you were playing your part perfectly, and that no one had any doubts why you were aboard."

The food in my stomach feels leaden, and I'm sure it could come up at any moment. One hand covers my mouth, I wrap my arm around my stomach. Zarbon's smirk fades, he looks concerned now. I don't care. Vegeta will have heard that I'm Zarbon's whore. I can remember now. That trip through the hall wasn't the first one. There have been many. I can remember how he often stopped partway back to fuck me in front of everyone in the hall, and how I would beg for him to take me.

The urge to vomit is overpowering. I make a motion to bolt for the bathroom, but I have forgotten he is holding my shoulder. It is wrenched, and the food I ate is chucked across the floor instead. He recoils in disgust, and I wish I could. But I cannot stop the spasms that propel every bit of food I have just finished consuming. I try to control it, because I know that emotions like the ones that have triggered this will affect Vegeta, and I don't want to have him worried about me.

I clean up the mess in a stupefied daze, trying to understand how I could have possibly sunk so low as to do what I know I must have done. Zarbon knew of Vegeta's oath to me, he had sworn to uphold it. And since I wasn't fucking Zarbon… and couldn't recall having ever told him no… I must have agreed to allow him to take me. I spend several more minutes dry-heaving and trying to understand how I could have betrayed my mate so thoroughly.

Vegeta has taken me only the once, the day I was chosen. I have yet to tell him that he may take me. My body shudders, and I clutch at myself. I'm so cold! I feel a blanket draped around me, and strong arms guide me back to my bed. I see Zarbon, but I can't really register what it is I see. He's talking, I can tell his mouth is moving, but I can't hear anything. My whole body seems to be numb, until he leans in to kiss me.

And then I hit him. He does not expect that, and is sent across the room. I shed the blanket, my breath coming fast, short and gasping. My eyes flick around the room, I need a place to hide, but there is nowhere to go. And then he has me pinned down to the bed again, his face angry. Something connects with my jaw, and it hurts, but it is a dull pain that I can barely feel. I struggle, trying to get away… this person is not my mate, not my mate, shouldn't be here!

I realize I am screaming that at him, my body writhing beneath his as I try to unseat him. He hits me twice more, stunning me enough that I have difficulty remembering why I'm trying to escape. He pins my arms over my head, his body pressing mine into the bed. "Calm down, Raditz. You gave yourself to me only after Vegeta insisted that you had to do it for your safety."

That finally penetrates. "I… he…"

He smirks again, apparently amused at my lack of coherency. "He took you first, Raditz."

I don't fight this time when he kisses me, but I don't really participate in that kiss. I'm trying to remember when what he said happened actually happened. He whispers in my ear, an erotic account of watching Vegeta with me, and then joining us. His account is detailed, and I have no doubts that what he says he saw actually happened. So when he kisses me again, I respond. Something still seems wrong, but I am so confused now that I can't understand anything.

I don't feel much of anything when he leaves. I lie on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I almost feel as if I am not here, as if this is some kind of strange dream. I still can't recall Vegeta's visit, even though it has been explicitly described. I still don't remember telling Zarbon it was fine for him to fuck me. I can't understand why I would. I am Vegeta's mate-bonded chizzari, not a normal chizzari.

Except, both of my bonds with the prince are one-sided, the mating bond incomplete. Perhaps Zarbon is telling the truth. Perhaps Vegeta told me I had to accept him for my own safety. If he truly wanted that, my bonds would have compelled me to obey, no matter what I wanted. I stare up at the ceiling, remembering how my father screamed, trying to fight the bond the king held over him, how he sobbed as he finally broke and did what was demanded. I know his memory of exactly what he did is pretty vague, and most all of what I remember of the result is pain. Maybe the bonds compelled me, and since it wasn't what I wanted, I wiped it from my memory?

That doesn't quite make sense, but it is as close as I can come to understanding why I have done what I know I must have. I slip from the bed. I'm not sure how long Zarbon was here with me, and I know that the last meal I remember eating didn't stay with me very long. I order more, but not nearly as much as before. Barely enough to feed a child, but I don't feel like I'd better take any more than that. It occurs to me to check the chronometer, and I stare at it for a long time, trying to make sense of what it is telling me.

I've lost another week. I know Zarbon wasn't here that long. He couldn't have been. The food arrives while I'm staring, and I take it absently. Eating slowly, watching the chronometer. It only takes me twenty minutes to finish my meal. I fix the time in my head, and go to wash the filth off me again. Another hour goes by. I clean up the mess I left after my meal, then go in to change the sheets. I don't want to sleep again until I have.

That finished, I decide I better get some training done. Problem is, I don't feel too well. I still feel like I'm in a dream. The shower I took didn't help with that, even though I tried scalding and freezing myself. I decide I better take it easy. There's room enough in the common area to do something. And the way I feel… I sigh, and go through some very basic moves that I haven't done since I was a kid. I go straight back to bed when I'm finished, feeling so weak I can barely stand.

Something's wrong with me. Something bad. It doesn't take me long to decide that I'm probably being drugged. I can't imagine what they're using, because it's harder than hell to find something that affects Saiyan physiology negatively. I know of seven drugs that will, but none of them have the effects that I'm experiencing.

I know my scouter should be around someplace, and I want to call Vegeta. I want to know if Zarbon is telling me the truth. But I'm too tired to look for it. It's not long before I can't keep my eyes open. The last things I remember was trying to figure out why Zarbon had started to call Vegeta something that started "Ca", and wondering why I remembered that.