Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cold As Ice ❯ Cold Games ( Chapter 8 )

Hey, guys, it's me. Stuff's about to get pretty graphic here. Just a warning. Keep reading, if you're game…

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Trunks' head came up at his mother's scream. "Mom!" he yelled, pounding on the wall with his fists. To his amazement, they slid away, and he stood up, only to be grabbed by his arms and have a collar slapped around his neck. With a sharp cry of rage, he began to power up, but stopped when the electricity jolted through him. The soldiers laughed and dragged him from the room. As they entered a long hall, he saw Goten being pulled in the same direction. The other Saiyan was struggling, his hands scrabbling at the collar. The screams of their mothers and Videl echoed through the air and Trunks realized suddenly that they were being amplified, over a speaker system. Growling in disgust, he yanked against the hands that held onto him, only to be jerked sharply back. "Where the fuck are you taking us?" he spat. "To watch the show," said one of his captors. Sickened, Trunks stopped struggling. They were taking him to where the girls were being held, being tortured. Maybe there would be a chance to help them once he got there. They stopped in front of a door and, as it slid open, Trunks steeled himself.

It wasn't enough. Bile rose in his throat at what he saw and he heard Goten throw up behind him. Tears stung his eyes as he stared at the sight before him. His mother was screaming, pinned between two huge men- Saiyans?- with both of them slamming into her, one into her cunt and the other into her ass. The one behind her had her long hair in his fist and was yanking on it, keeping her head pulled back at a painful angle. The other had sunk his teeth into her breast and blood was flowing freely down his mother's pale skin, dripping down from her breast and from between her thighs, pooling on the floor, near the feet of the two men. It took him a moment to realize she was screaming his father's name. He closed his eyes and looked away, only to have someone grab his hair and yank his head back into place. "Watch, boy," the voice hissed. Of their own violation, Trunks' eyes opened, tears slipping down his face.

Goten stared in mute horror at his mother, her face ground into the tile by a booted foot on the back of her head, while another man used her from behind, driving into her ass, his nails shredding the flesh of her back. Her screams wrenched at his heart and he had to look somewhere, anywhere, else. Unfortunately, when he did, he found Videl. She was trapped beneath two soldiers, one of them shoving his cock down her throat, so far she couldn't bite, couldn't breathe, could only gag. He ignored her thrashing fight for air, just continued to fuck her throat, while his partner, kneeling between her thighs, seemed to be trying to shove his entire fist inside her, all the while drawing thin, bloody lines on her belly with the tip of a knife. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks and a sob caught in his throat. Where were Bra and Pan? The two girls were in the middle of the room, chained to the floor, mercifully untouched, but screaming and crying, fighting their bonds, trying to help their mothers and grandmother, but utterly helpless. A sharp pressure on his shoulders forced him to his knees and a hand in his hair kept his head turned toward the rape of his mother and sister-in-law. He heard Trunks cry out and a sharp crack as he hit the floor, his head immediately jerked back, so he too was forced to watch what was happening.

It seemed as if years had passed by the time it ended. Any trace of innocence Goten or Trunks might have possessed was gone, torn away by the brutal rape and torture of the most important women in their lives. When it was over, Chi-Chi, Videl and Bulma were blessedly unconscious and their rapists threw then unceremoniously over their shoulders and left the room. "They'll be put in a chamber together, to recuperate. The Ice Mistress wants them to last a while," said the guard that had held Trunks' head. "The Ice Mistress says you two are to be left in here, with the little fuck toys. We don't get to play with them until tomorrow," said the other soldier who'd held him. Even without his ability to power up, Trunks should have been able to break the grip of the men holding him. The only explanation was that these men were at least half Saiyan. But how? Vegeta and Goku were the only full blooded Saiyans left! He realized it didn't matter how or why, only that they were Saiyan and they were older than him and, without his the ability to power up, they were stronger than him.

Why were they leaving them with Bra and Pan? Goten was shoved forward, unable to catch himself before he hit the ground and landing beside Trunks. Their guards were walking away, out the door and it slid shut behind them, with the soft click of a latch sliding into place. The lights on the side of the door changed from green to red and Goten knew they were stuck. He looked at Trunks, then both of them looked over to where the girls were chained. They were unaware that he and Trunks were there, still crying and fighting their bonds. "Bra," said Goten. He might have wondered why he said her name first, instead of his niece's, but the thought didn't even register. She gasped and her head swung as far as it could in his direction. "Goten?!" "We're here," said Trunks, as they rose to their feet, painfully, their bodies protesting every movement.

The two young men rose and made their way to where the girls were chained and Ice smiled, a slow curving of her shiny purple lips that somehow managed to look amused and obscene at the same time. "Mistress Ice?" She glanced up with shiny black eyes as her head guard, her oldest half brother, and her lover, spoke. "Why do you leave them together? It will only serve to comfort the females and give them a chance to make a plan of action." "Maybe, Frost, but it will be very entertaining. The females are young, untouched. Knowing the weaknesses of these creatures, the most horrible thing for them would be to be taken by force for their first time. So, I throw them in with these two, their family members and protectors and watch the fireworks fly." Frost's brow furled. "Pardon my ignorance, Mistress, but I still don't understand." Annoyance flashed over Ice's features. "The only choice those girls have of avoiding the kind of pain that tomorrow could bring, is to fuck one of those boys, the boys who are sworn to protect them from just such things." Understanding dawned on Frost's face. "Ahh, that's brilliant, Mistress! On top of watching their mothers being taken, those boys will each have to watch the other with- Oh, yes, Mistress Ice, you have a gift for these matters." Frost bowed low and Ice smiled again. "I know. Now, sit down Frost and let us see how long it's going to take these four weaklings to figure out their choices."