Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cold As Ice ❯ The Ice Mistress ( Chapter 14 )

All thoughts were wiped from their minds when Ice gave a signal and her men surrounded the two of them. She came close, stroking a cold hand up Goten's leg and toying with the limp member between his legs. Trunks saw him grit his teeth and struggle to keep his tail from grabbing her hand and pulling it off him. If she knew their tails could aid them in any way, there was a chance she would have them removed. Her fingers stroked and teased him, until his body began to respond, growing hard under her ministrations. The look on his face was disgusted and his body was tense, his tail standing straight out, the dark brown hair that covered it bristling as she ran her long nails over his scrotum, then, mercifully, left him. She crossed to Trunks then, smiling as she scraped her fingers down his back, over the already healing marks Pan had left on him. Her hands slid around his hips and her fingers raked through the silvery curls that surrounded his penis. One finger stroked down its length and he swallowed down the bile that threatened to rise. Another part of him was rising, though as she ran her forked tongue over him, caressing the blunt tip. He wrapped his tail tightly around his leg to keep from trying to strangle her with it as she continued to play with him. Finally, her mouth left him and she walked around to the back of him. He felt her hands on his ass, caressing, lightly slapping, then her nails sank into the flesh and he almost jerked, but restrained himself. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Without words, she ordered them lowered, the chains adjusted by something in the floor and walls and their feet touched the ground, though their limbs were still extended to their fullest limit.

Ice stepped back to her place before them and motioned to the man beside her. With a small grin, he started forward, going first to Trunks, sending another to Goten. Their struggle not to allow their tails to kill something became, much, much harder as male hands touched them, rough and callused on their genitals. The erections that Ice had managed to draw out vanished, instantly, as neither boy's body would accept such a thing as erotic, only disgusting. Goten choked on his own bile, following Trunks' lead and wrapping his tail around his leg. Ice smirked as she watched, then said one word, "Now." The two men stopped toying with the now limp penises and moved behind the boys. Everything inside them was screaming as they digested what was about to happen. A low growl started in Goten's throat, a similar sound rumbling in Trunks' chest as the men's large hands touched their asses, spreading the cheeks apart, almost gently, running thick fingers down the crevice and circling their anuses. Their tails were squeezing so tightly that neither of them could feel their right foot. The screams that filled the room when the two soldiers drove into them were animalistic, outrage, disgust and pain echoing through the room, carried to the whole ship through the speaker system. Throughout the ship, many dropped what they were doing to cover their ears. In a small room in the belly of the airship, three human women's voices joined the screams.

Vegeta blinked when he felt the now common pang of his tail re-growing. He looked over and saw Goku and Gohan both looking behind them as their tails also emerged coming straight through the material of their gis. The long, incredibly strong furry appendages waved agitatedly through the air and Vegeta looked at Baba. "Does Ice know about the Oozaru?" he demanded. Baba consulted her ball for a moment, then slowly shook her head. "I don't believe so. Her mother had a tail, but she and the others that were taken aboard the ship were all sterilized from transformation at birth. That's why the Saiyan's considered them outcasts. Neither they nor their offspring would ever take the Oozaru form. There's no reason to believe that Ice would ever have learned of it." "The full moon is tomorrow night," said Gohan, slowly. Vegeta nodded and Goku took a sharp breath. "There's a chance then." "Wait! If they transform, they'll destroy the ship, right?" said Dende. The others nodded, Piccolo and Krillin both familiar with the state of an Oozaru. "Then what about Bulma and Chi-Chi and Videl? Won't the fall kill them? They can't fly, remember?" The Saiyans looked at him, then at each other. "Then we'll just have to be there to catch them," said Goku, slowly. "Show me exactly where the airship is, Piccolo," said Vegeta, pointing to a large map that made up one wall of Dende's room. The other four walls and the floor and ceiling depicted the rest of Earth.

As Piccolo and Vegeta calculated the position of the airship at that moment and where it would be the following evening, when the moon rose, Goku, Gohan, Dende and the others sat down on the cushions that were spread over the floor. Gohan and Goku were quiet. The others were talking in low tones. Vegeta was circling the best guess for the airship's final position when both he and Goku roared in pain and rose off the floor. Their tails lashed the air, searching for an attacker. The rage, disgust and pain that tore through them were blinding. Confused, Goku took the hand that grasped his and allowed Gohan to pull him back down onto the cushion. Vegeta stayed suspended, his eyes wide and blank with horror.

No! Not Trunks! In his mind, he saw his son's face, his teasing smirk, the mischievous glint in his eyes. The proud tilt of his chin, calm self-assurance. This could break him. His son may never recover from this. He remembered the degradation, the pain and the disgust. The absolute helplessness. Frieza had taken him as his pet, his fuck toy, burying his face in a pillow and holding his head down while he drove into the young body beneath him. It began when he was six and didn't end until he was big enough, strong enough, to defend himself and smart enough to do it in a way that wouldn't get him killed. That, more than anything else, was what had changed him, made him the cold-hearted killer he had become. The vow to never be at anyone's mercy again was a large part of what drove him to be the best. If he were the best, no one would ever again be able to hurt him. Trunks was his son, his blood. He was strong. He would survive this. He would not let it break him. Vegeta clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, wishing it wasn't so hard to believe that.