Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Encounters ( Chapter 9 )

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“AHHH!” came the scream to his awaiting ears. Torture was one his favorite past times. He was unable to enjoy this session as much as he normally would. He needed this being to give him information that could keep the Saiyans under his boot for eternity.

Moving swiftly, faster than the eye can see, he struck his victim over and over again in the solar plexus. He grinned and reveled in the blood dripping from the prisoners gaping mouth.

He sighed, this was no fun, and he needed more. This was the 16th person he had taken for `questioning'. Those in alliances with the Saiyans, neighboring planets, and finally this Saiyan caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Are you sure you know nothing, monkey?” he lisped “Nothing at all of what your King is planning? No new happenings with your pathetically weak race, hmm?”

Titan could barely hold his head up but knew he had to for his pride, for his King, for the Saiyan Empire.

Gathering his remaining energy, Titan lifted his head to stare at the Iceling. He whispered but it was too low for the self-proclaimed ruler of the universe to hear.

Frieza leaned closer. “What was that, primate? Delicious detail to share with the class?” At this Zarbon chuckled in the back corner of the cell.

Titan frowned and spit the lingering blood in his mouth right into the ruler's face. Titan smiled, for Frieza's face fell into instant disgust.

“YOU INSOLENT PIECE OF SHIT!” Frieza yelled as he yanked the chained Saiyan down from the wall. “You will regret this day, even in Hell” The petit being threw the beaten man to the ground with ease. Wiping his face, he kicked Titan in the stomach and sent him skidding across the floor.

“We need to have some fun, don't we Zarbon?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

“Come to me, my pet and we shall have a most exciting experience.” Frieza enticed his second in command.

Like a dancer, Zarbon arrived light and quick at the side of his master. Both of them were eying Titan as if he were a very delectable main course.

Sensing what was to happen, Titan clawed at the floor, willing himself to get away. Instantly, Zarbon had a foot on his back, driving him into the ground. “It is bad manners to leave without pleasing your host, insect, have you no decency?”

Zarbon began to toy with the Saiyan's tail. He understood that some Saiyans could overcome tail sensitivity but he was pretty sure that Titan had not.

A strangled “Please…no…I cannot…ahh” could be heard from the tail's owner but it was too late. With the slightest touch, Titan had begun to be aroused.

Zarbon handed the tail to Frieza and knelt on the back of Titan. Taking hold of his lord, he kissed his torso down to his growing erection. Meanwhile Frieza stroked Titan's tail as if petting a dear animal.

Unable to stop himself, Titan groaned and ground himself into the floor wanting release.

Watching the monkey writhe was a rather potent aphrodisiac for the Ice-Jin. He shoved Zarbon away and picked up Titans muscular hips.

“No, No, NO!” he cried. However, to Frieza the screams were nothing but foreplay. The alabaster Iceling drove himself to the hilt into his victim, soaking in his screams. Zarbon continued to pet the wiggling tail faster and faster, in rhythm with his master's cruel tempo.

The floor ran red with Titan's blood as the mighty Frieza pounded into him at a more intense pace. He could't take any more stimulation and came in thick ropes all over liquid covered floor.

As Titan released, Frieza nodded to Zarbon. Zarbon yanked Titan's tail clean off his body leaving a trail of gore and sinew. Titan screamed with all his might, tears streaming down his battered face.

The action and reaction was enough to push Frieza over the edge and he filled the Saiyan with his cum. Titan's body jerked and seized trying to cope with the trauma of his lost beloved tail.

Zarbon twirled the tail in his hand, and stepped toward the door while Frieza blasted Titan's brains all over the grime-covered surface.

 

Settling down with a cup of coffee, Bulma mulled over the progress of the GR prototype. So far, her assembled team were not a complete waste, the just needed direction and babysitting. She could handle that. Anything to keep her mind off of her issues.

Her ritual so far had been to work twelve to fifteen hours a day on the King's project and spend the rest of the night on her own until she fell into a dreamless sleep.

Her grueling pace was starting to take its toll on her once coveted body. This was the end of the week and already she looked as if she had aged 10 years.

Her skin was ghostly pale and drawn. Once bright blue eyes were now gaunt and dull outlined in black circles. Her lovely hair trapped in a boring, lifeless bun atop her head.

“Uhh Lady Bulma, it is time for the evening meal” squeaked a geek little man with an old pinched face.

A bit startled, she realized the time and dismissed the team with instructions to return in the morning. She turned, secured the area, and began on her trek to fill her time.

While walking down her practiced route, something caught Bulma's eye. `Daddy's piano' she thought. She remembered the hours she spent on that instrument while her father taught her glorious arpeggios and mixolydian scales.

`One time won't hurt' she reasoned.

She began her favorite song by Nickleback. She sang as she played, feeling joy for the first time in what felt like forever. Caressing the keys was like remembering a dear old friend, so pleasant and familiar.

From underneath the trees, we watch the sky
Confusing stars for satellites
I never dreamed that you'd be mine
But here we are, we're here tonight

She began to fumble and her voice began to tremble but she wanted to keep going.

Singing, "Amen I, I'm alive"
(I'm alive)
Singing, "Amen I, I'm alive"

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied -

She couldn't continue and closed the keyboard. It was more than she could bear. Yamcha lied. He had never really loved her. She must be defective in some way, right? Wasn't it her fault that he didn't love her? Bulma's destructive thoughts resulted in wracking sobs, while she cried her heart out. She wanted to lash out in anger at her imperfection. She raised her fist to smack it on the piano, but it never made it.

Prince Vegeta had listened as she stroked the keys of the piano. It was pleasing in his mind and not much would earn that type of praise from him. When he heard her voice singing, it was like she was beckoning him closer. The words were earthling emotional rubbish about a reality that did not exist, however, her voice made the song more than bearable.

Suddenly, all was quiet. He frowned. He wanted to know what had interrupted this serenade. Peeking around the corner, he saw her pitiful body hunched over and leaking tears. He was happy to just let her wallow in her own self-degradation until he saw her hand begin to move.

Prince Vegeta huffed `Damned woman!' he moaned internally. Quickly, he caught her arm as she was about to pound it into the intricately made instrument.

Bulma gasped and looked up, right into the eyes of the Saiyan Prince. He was looking at her as if she were out of her mind.

Bulma tried to take her arm back but the Prince was not about to let go of her until he got an answer.

“Y..y..your Highness,” she stuttered, “ It's not what you think.”

Seeing though the lie, he narrowed his eyes, “Do not lie to the Prince of all Saiyans, Onna” he rasped.

Suddenly the floor became very interesting to Bulma and she began to shrink back. The Prince shot out with a gloved hand and tilted her chin up. He studied her visage and scowled.

“You are not sleeping nor eating well. You will rectify this behavior, Onna. I will not allow you to put my planet in peril because of your inability to take care of your basic needs.”

At the mention of sleep, Bulma wondered how long she slept last night. Due to being so stressed out, she turned into an insomniac, only sleeping when her body couldn't take it anymore.

Finding her cranky side, she answered the Prince. “I'll thank you not to comment on things you know nothing of, Prince.” Her eyes lightened just a bit, holding Vegeta's attention.

“I have insomnia and I don't sleep much. Do not worry yourself, the product will be on time and perfect” she nearly condescended.

Yanking on her arm to pull her body close and instantly bathed his senses in her fear. Gods how he loved that scent. “It had better be, woman. I shall not hesitate to kill you if you are wasting my time. You have done nothing to garner my favor and until you do you are expendable.”

The Prince shoved Bulma back a bit and she wasted no time making her exit from the menace known as Vegeta.