Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari-Raditz ❯ Double Shock ( Chapter 14 )

Vegeta is sitting next to me the next time I wake up. I trail my tail over his tiny body, and after a moment he looks at me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing at all."

"Vegeta?" My tail wraps around that slender waist, my hand cupping his face. "Was the mission hard?" It is all I can think to say.

He stares at me, those dark eyes of his seeming liquid for a moment before hardening. It's an expression he's never used on me, but one I've often seen him give Nappa. "Do not touch me."

I recoil, my tail tucking itself between my legs to cover that scar, my hand going to the one on my throat. Both are burning, throbbing. Waves of pain rock through me, but I don't cry out. I'm too stunned by the realization of what is happening. I feel the skin split, feel the blood that begins to seep from the wounds. "No!"

My voice is barely a whisper, the pain has become an agony. This shouldn't be happening! There shouldn't be pain! Not from both marks… it isn't possible! I've done what I should! What my mate and master told me. I did what I was told. I curl up, hearing my cries of pain but unable to form the words I need to say. I cannot ask why he is doing this, cannot ask why the marks react as those betrayed.

But through the pain, my mind begins to work. I know I have lost time. I know I have been fucked during the time I can remember. I know that Zarbon said it was at Vegeta's orders. And I know that can't be right. Through the pain-filled cries I am making, I manage the one word that made sense to me earlier.

The pain lessens. "Drugs?" Vegeta repeats. He steps closer to the bed again, to where I lay shivering, still in pain but not in that horrible agony. "What do you mean?"

"Did you… did you take me?" I gasp, answering indirectly. "Zarbon… told me that you came… took me… said to let him…"

"I gave you my word not to take you until you were willing." His voice is cold and hard, but the pain recedes further, becoming a dull ache. "I have not broken it."

"You did not… I did not ask you to? When you came back, I did not ask you to?" I may not be feeling too well, but I know Zarbon told me that Vegeta had taken me before he did. And yet, I still cannot remember.

"No. Zarbon told me only that you were playing your part perfectly, and that no one had any doubts about why you were aboard. Then he sent me out again." He is frowning at me, but his eyes are no longer so angry.

I dare to sit up a little, and pull my hand from my neck. I regard the blood on my palm, turn my hand to see that it went through my fingers to stain the back of my hand as well. "I don't understand," I murmur miserably. "He… told me that you took me first. Told me that you said I was to let him take me for my safety. He told me what we did, how he joined us. But I can't remember it. I can't remember anything except so much sex I couldn't walk without help. I can't remember what happened when I wasn't having sex. I thought… I thought I was doing what you wanted. That maybe I couldn't remember because I didn't really want to do it, and only the bonds' compulsion was making me obey. Like when my father…"

I stop talking, stare at the blood. He reaches out, his white gloves slowly reddening as he takes my hand. "Like when your father?" he asks softly, but I can hear the steely command. So I tell him how his father had compelled mine. This time, I leave nothing out. He looks ill by the time I finish, but demands to know about Zarbon.

I tell him what I can remember. Mostly, it's sex. Zarbon never talked to me much. It hurts, telling him what Zarbon said about Frieza using me to keep him in line. It hurts worse when he pulls his glove off and places his hand over the mark he put on my neck. My world explodes when he breaks that bond, when he renounces me, repudiates me as his mate.

It feels as if I am being skinned alive. I cannot see through the bright light that has blinded me, cannot hear the howls of pain I long to scream. I do not know if I can scream, I don't seem to be able to breathe. I am inside out, broken, bleeding. Not even the lessons the king gave hurt me so much. This is not just physical. My mind is shattered, my heart broken, my soul destroyed.

It takes me a very long time to recover. It does not surprise me that Vegeta is not there, or that the bedding is soaked with blood. My weakness mocks me as I try to get out of the bed, but at last I succeed. I move slowly but methodically, stripping the bed and mopping the floor where my blood has spilled. A shower rids my skin and hair of blood. My chizzari bond is still intact, but there is an aching void where the mating bond was. A glance in the mirror shows me that the scar has blackened.

I bow my head, unwilling to look at the mark of shame on my neck. I scramble for some clothes, pulling on the first set of armor I come across. I return to the main room, beginning a youngling's exercise program. A simple one, so easy that I shouldn't have to think about what to do. I perform the movements mechanically, no grace in my movements.

It is not that I do not understand why he has broken the bond. Neither Frieza nor his father can have any hold over him through me now. It is the ramifications that cause the tears to stream from my eyes as I stumble through the exercise I have chosen. I will bear this mark of shame for the rest of my life. Each time Vegeta sees it, he will remember that I am his former mate, one he repudiated.

I know he will not come to me again even in my position as his chizzari. He has not released me from that bond, but it is unnecessary. A chizzari bond does not have the same effect as a mating bond, even an incomplete one such as ours was. I realize I am standing in the middle of the room, my exercise completed. I order a meal, simply because I must eat to survive. I do not order much, I don't need enough to live well. Not anymore. I just need enough to keep my body functioning for whatever purpose Vegeta has left me alive.

The door chimes as I finish, and I look up to see Zarbon standing there. He has a smirk on his face, and a small bottle in his hand. I recognize the bottle, it is one he always has when he first comes to me. Knowing what I do now, I conclude it must be contain the drug he has been using on me. I ignore him, taking the dishes to the chute that will return them to the kitchen.

I do not protest when he comes up behind me and rubs against me. Instead, I reach up and unfasten the clasps of the armor I have just put on. It hits the ground with a loud thump. His breath is hot against my cheek, and his hands skim over my stomach, one dipping into the pants I still wear. "Eager, Raditz?"

"No." I pull away from him, remove the pants, and kneel in front of him. He smiles, pushing into my mouth as I knew he would. I do what is expected of me, not really caring anymore. I no longer have a reason to care. He releases, then shoves me up against the wall, pushing himself into me.

I don't fight, just lean my head back against the wall and look at him. "Do you ever take that braid out? Or the jewelry off?" I'm not even sure why I ask, maybe to take my mind off what he's doing to me.

He stops thrusting, and his hand trails up to cup my face as he looks down at me. I guess he doesn't like what he sees, because he pulls away from me abruptly and yanks his pants back into place. His thumb skims over the mark of shame, and I suck in a breath. It hurts, it will hurt the rest of my life. "What has happened to you?"

I don't bother to answer him, don't protest as he picks me up and carries me back to my bed. He spreads my legs, examining the mark there, and compares it to the shameful mark on my neck. "Why? Why would he break the bond?"

It comes as a bit of a shock that he understands what has happened, but then again, he knew what a mate-bonded chizzari was. I decide to tell him. "You said Frieza would be happy to have a way to keep him in line."

"Ah…" He strokes the mark again, making me wince. I look up at him, wondering how he can look so innocent. His eyes are wide, lips pursed in a slight pout. He doesn't look very threatening, far too pretty to seem dangerous. I know better, and wonder what he will do now that I am no longer a way to control my prince.

I know this feeling of brokenness will pass. I know a time will come when I will care what happens to me again. When I will feel as if submitting to this braided beauty is breaking my chizzari bond. Except, I know that Vegeta knows what I have done with him, and did not tell me I should no longer give in without fighting.

Zarbon's fingers glide across my skin, stroking and petting. Occasionally, he pinches me. I don't move, just let him do as he wants, trying to decide what I should be doing - participating or fighting. I don't really want to do either, just laying here watching him touch me seems difficult. Trying to do more feels like it would be impossible. Now that I'm laying down, all I want to do is sleep.

"You aren't well." It's a statement, one I agree with. He frowns, and next thing I know, I'm waking up in a regeneration tank.

It drains almost as soon as I realize where I am. "What happened?"

"Zarbon brought you in. Seems you were sick." The medic doesn't even look at me. He points. "You've got clothes there. You're fit, get out of here. You're supposed to report directly to Zarbon."

I dress hurriedly, and stride from the room. It takes me a moment or two to orientate myself. As soon as I do, I lope through the halls of the ship, making for Zarbon's office. Which, naturally, is empty. After a moment's thought, I head for his quarters. He's there. "What the hell did you tank me for?"

"I take it you're feeling better?"

"I'm fine. Why'd you tank me?" My tail is lashing angrily and getting tangled up in my hair. I yowl with frustration, and get it untangled while he fights to keep from laughing at me. Unsuccessfully. I glare at him until he composes himself.

"You were ill. More to the point, you were pregnant."

I'm suddenly looking up at him from my new position of collapsed. My mouth opens and closes a few times, but I don't… can't say anything. He nods. "I did not think it was possible for a breeder to mate outside of the species, but it appears you can."

He waits a moment, apparently expecting me to say something, but I can't get what he's said to make any sense. I finally make a tiny mewling noise, one hand going to my belly. I feel nothing, and the fact that he has used past tense hits me. "Were?" I croak.

"Are," he corrects. "The child's physiology is apparently what is making you so ill."

I'm pregnant. With his child. I mewl again, unable to come up with anything more expressive of how I feel. My brain finally kicks in. "How long?"

He shrugs. "I'm not entirely sure. Breeders are a well-kept Saiyan secret, and I will not betray Price Vegeta to Frieza. King Vegeta, but not the Prince." His voice is fierce, and I realize suddenly that he truly does care for my prince. "I told the medics you were ill, and that it was this," he holds up the bottle, "that had aversely affected you."

"You sure I'm…" My voice trails away as he nods.

"Vegeta told me you were when he saw the readings on your tank. I've wiped them from the data banks." He kneels in front of me and lifts me back to my knees, holding me against him. His fingers trail through my hair, putting it back in order, then stroke across my back. "I am sending you back to Planet Vegeta, Raditz. I cannot have you on the ship in your condition. There is too much chance of Frieza learning this secret."

I lean against him, my arms wrapped loosely around his waist. It is a familiar position, a comforting one. I struggle to understand what he's told me. My eyes widen, and I pull back sharply. "You're sending me back?"

I can't help the sudden terror in my voice. I know what waits for me at home. My fingers creep to cover the darkened scar on my neck. It is bad enough that Nappa had expected to be able to use me while Vegeta was away. To go back as I am, shamed and pregnant, is very nearly a death sentence. I will be kept alive only to be punished more. But Zarbon is telling me that the arrangements have already been made. I'm to leave tomorrow.

"I can't!" I clutch at him. "They will…"

"They will do nothing. I am taking you back. Nothing will be done to you that could cause any harm to my child. Your king will understand that before I leave." His voice is harder than I have ever heard it, and the expression on his face now reminds me that he is second only to Frieza. "This is my first child, and will likely be my only one. I will risk no harm to it. Should something happen, your entire race will pay."

If that was supposed to make me feel better, it didn't exactly work. I'm only slightly less freaked out. Besides, he lied to me about Vegeta taking me. Maybe he's lying about this, too. But I relax against him anyway, trying to act as if his words are enough to make me happy with the idea of returning to the palace. He continues to stroke my back, his fingers occasionally ruffling over my tail.

He isn't taking advantage of my shock to take me. I somehow thought he would. Instead, he just holds me, rubbing my back. He doesn't make a single move that could be remotely defined as sexual. "Why did you lie to me?"

"What about? The drugs?"

"Vegeta. He didn't break his promise. He told me he didn't. Never took me." I lean against him, almost nuzzling his neck. My eyes are closed, and despite everything, I'm purring just a little.

I spend a good hour screaming and carrying on when he answers me. And I'm no longer surprised that I didn't remember what happened. I do a damned good job of blocking anything that has to do with King Vegeta, after all. Zarbon walked in on us two days after Prince Vegeta left for his mission, watched awhile, then joined us. Zarbon knows something of chizzari, and a bit about mating bonds, but didn't realize that me and the king together was usually caused by a great deal of pain generally knocking me into near unconsciousness, or that since I was not the king's chizzari, he had no right to order me to fuck Zarbon.

I spend another half-hour or so explaining exactly what the bonds mean, and how I got mine. Then I explain exactly what will happen to me, and my child, if I return to Planet Vegeta now, with the mark of shame where I once showed a mating bond. When I finish, he looks like he is going cry. I can see the tears welling up in his eyes before he whirls away and heads for the other side of the room. I can see how his muscles bunch and ripple, and it surprises me, because they are so out of place with the delicate beauty he has. Then again… I'd never seen him transform before. I hope to hell I never do again! Talk about ugly…

He doesn't stay transformed very long, but the furious expression he turns on me sends me scooting backwards. It's instinctive. A normal looking Zarbon scares the water out of King Vegeta, a feral looking one sent me looking for a hole to hide in. Literally. He had to drag me out from under his bed, because I wasn't coming out on my own. It's really not fair that someone so wimpy-looking can be so damned strong. Reminds me a lot of Vegeta, come to think of it.

Vegeta would have snuggled in my lap, though, and bit on my neck. Before, anyway. Zarbon doesn't, he just holds me until I stop thrashing and trying to get away. "Nothing will happen to you, Raditz, or our child," he states quite firmly. "I will see to that personally, before I leave you there. Your king might flaunt his son's wishes and proper Saiyan tradition, but he will not defy me."

Okay, so that does make me feel better. I'm tired, so I just collapse against him, letting him know that I believe him. I think I know why he looked like he was crying, and I sure as fuck know I think I know why he was so pissed. I can trust him, the way Vegeta did before his father tricked Zarbon, and we both thought he betrayed him. If my prince is still speaking to me, I will have to explain. I tip my head back, kiss Zarbon's neck. "I'll try to tell him."

"Tell him? You won't need to. He has to report to me for any new assignments. I'll tell him myself."

My eyes slip shut, and I allow myself to sag against him a little more. I'm not entirely sure that I could stand up if I wanted to. Too many shocks in a row. I don't want to stand up. I want to curl in a little ball and sleep and sleep. I hear Zarbon chuckle, and feel the softness of his bed a moment later. His covers are silky, not that rough stuff mine are made of. I make a contented little purr-chirrup, and coil myself up. The last thing I hear is his light laugh.