Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Daughter of the Moon ❯ Pleasurable Pain ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The sky was just as gray as it had been the previous day. It was more normal than it seemed.

Several dark stone buildings emerged from the ground a poked towards the gray skies. The stony walls were coated in black dust as several dark headed people walked through the dusty streets. The palace was a few miles away from the large city. The palace was twice as big as the city itself, being an unimaginably giant building. Both the city and palace were surrounded by an endless sea of sand.

The dark headed Saiyans were quiet and kept to themselves. Some walked by while dragging a misbehaving child and others limped by in a bloody mess. Sometimes soldiers were seen dragging a screaming man through the streets and towards the palace. It was the same every day. People were always in a mess.

A white ball with a long white tail sped through the gray sky. A few Saiyans looked up as the heard the sudden blast of light shoot from the palace. The ball dropped far in the city between two large buildings, disappearing into the alleys. The Saiyans looked away as the light dissolved in the sky.

The only thing heard in the quiet alleyways was the short clap of Kakarot’s boots hitting the ground. He landed in the narrow halls for a short break from any palace guards who were going to be looking for him in a mere few hours.

He sighed as he stretched out his aching arms. His body was still incredibly sore from the fight he picked in the bar with his brother. He couldn’t remember everything completely since the night was so vague. He did remember being taken to the prisons under the palace.

His thoughts burned inside his mind. Nappa was so tuned into listening to the King and prince. Kakarot was different. Nothing on this planet would matter anymore if he found the one thing he was looking for.

"It’s a little dangerous letting down your guard like that," A deep voice called out to him. He opened his eyes and turned towards the deep voice. He felt a presence suddenly appear nearby. He noticed an obscure shadow on the other side of the alley and say a man standing in the corner. "I’ve heard a lot about you, Kakarot."

Kakarot eyes became more slender as he studied the tall man. A green face appeared from the dark corner.

"And what the hell are you supposed to be?" He knew it in a instant. This was another alien hiding out on the planet.

"Quite a few people have been talking about you."

"Ah, I see. So you’ve been talking to Saiyans? Somehow I don’t find it too likely." Kakarot wrapped his fingers around his wrist, rubbing it gently. It was still sore from being grabbed the previous night.

Now the man emerged out from the dark hole. He was taller than character and was a shade of dark green. It wasn’t anything like he had seen before.

His two antennae’s bounced as he smirked, "A lot of them have said how much of a bluffer you were. What did they call you again? Oh, yes, I remember now. A third class." Kakarot’s smiled vanished from his face. "That’s right. Your worthless shit."

"What the hell would you know? You’ve got a big mouth for someone surrounded by his predators. I don’t think being a giant green man is helping much." Kakarot lowered his head slightly as the taller man tried to hold his anger.

"You think I haven’t been caught yet because I’m hiding? You may want to rethink your calculations." The giant clenched his fists. The instant he did his muscle mass increased, making his body even larger than it was.

A growl escaped from Kakarot’s throat. The green man watched the Saiyan’s dark eyes, waiting for him to charge. He never did, only stared back at him.

"Come get me, you worthless Saiyan shit!"

It was enough to force the battle to begin. The two were face to face the moment they blinked.

The two were just as quick as each other. Both of them dealt the same amount of damage and blocked the same amount of attacks. This surprised the larger green man. He hadn’t expected him to be this fast. The Saiyans talked about him like he was nothing more than a rag doll.

He left his guard down for too long of a second, allowing Kakarot to nail him in the jaw. As an immediate reaction his leg jumped and kicked the small Saiyan in the stomach. He sent Kakarot tumbling across the alley.

Kakarot broke from his sudden surprise and took control of his body once again. He landed on his feet with a quiet clap. His eyes met with his foe’s once again.
There was something different about his eyes. He had noticed it when he first walked out from the shadows. There was something in his eyes that he didn’t see in other Saiyans. It wasn’t just anger.

"Who are you?" Kakarot whispered from the wall.

He glared at the dark eyed man. "I’m here to settle a score with you bastards."

"That doesn’t answer my question."

He seemed more curious than anything else. "My name is Piccolo. Not that knowing my name is going to do you any good."

"I didn’t expect it to."

Piccolo watched him. He was very still and he noticed him relax slightly. "Then why was it important to know?"

"It wasn’t." Kakarot’s eyes took a mere second to wander over his body to study him. They met with Piccolo’s again.

Piccolo felt himself tense up. He couldn’t show a weakness. "Tell me, Kakarot, how much do you value your life?"

He heard Kakarot’s loud growling again. "I’m not afraid to die."

"Perfect."

Both of them grinned. They knew they both had secrets.

They raged back into a fight, being just as quick and tough as the last one. Kakarot slammed his elbow into Piccolo’s chest. Piccolo felt as hard as steel to him and his sore elbow didn’t help it any.

He hide his facial expressions well enough so that Piccolo couldn’t see his pain. He knew Piccolo was looking for any kind of weakness like he was.

Five knuckles crashed into his cheek and smacked hard against his cheekbone. A ball of spit flew from his mouth as another pair of knuckles slammed into the other side of his face. Fire surged on both sides of his head as the pain spread across his cheeks. He didn’t waste time in worrying about it and shoved his knee straight between both of Piccolo’s thick skinned legs. A yell escaped from Piccolo’s lips.

Kakarot smiled as a trickle of blood ran down his swollen face. Piccolo dropped to the ground on to his knees. He had intended to go a little higher, but he was a little too desperate to escape from getting kicked around.

"There he is!"

His heart pounded as he felt a storm of Saiyans drop into the alley. He turned to see five Saiyans in palace army charge towards him and Piccolo.

He turned to the green man and was appalled to find that he had disappeared. He looked up to see a green ray of light soaring away from the battle.

"Coward! I thought you weren’t afraid of Saiyans!" He screamed in hopes of being heard, but his attention shifted as soon as he felt a searing pain in the back of his neck.

He turned only to see them armed with their ‘special’ weapons. He felt another melting bullet crash into his leg, paralyzing him. Once bullet grazed his arm while another sank into his chest.

He fell softly into the sand, immobilized. The heat spread all across his chest making his head feel heavy. He felt everything go numb as his vision grew darker.

"Damn, this one always need two or three to knock him out. I can’t believe he’s at such a low class."

"You got his chest on that last one… you think you got too close to his heart?"

Things became blurred and he couldn’t see very much anymore.

"No… but it did give him a bit of a daze. He’s going to be out for awhile…"

"Come on, let’s hurry up. I don’t want to miss another battle at the palace. I want to be there the day that kid can’t handle another fight."

"Yeah, yeah… just one more thing."

The world went black as he felt a hand wrap a tight band around his wrist. The echoing voices disappeared as he melted into his darkness.

"Kakarot…"

A female voice called out to him. He felt like he was chained to the bottom of a lake and left to rot. He was so helpless.

"Kakarot… do you remember?"

He tried to answer but he couldn’t. He couldn’t feel his body anymore. He didn’t know where he was.

"Please remember… I’m waiting for you."

His eyes widened. Did he recognize this voice?

“Wait…” He lifted his head and found himself in a shadowy dark room. “Where are you? Please… don’t…”

Everything was still empty.

“Oh… please… I have to know. Please tell me… please…” His voice was shaky and his body was too heavy to lift. He knew he wasn’t completely awake. “Please… did you love me?”

His eyes were drowning in water. His tears. His head was like carrying a steel boulder when he tried to lift it.

“I have always loved you, Kakarot.”

A tall dark headed female in a long blue gown entered his vision. Her long flowing hair touched the ground beneath her.

His eyes widened as he saw her again. He lost any dignity he had if other saiyans around could see him crying. But he didn’t care. It didn’t matter.

He stood. It felt like all of his bones were breaking but he stood up. He ran even though he felt like he was dragging a million tons of weight behind him.

She started to disappear into the black world around her. Kakarot ran towards her, but couldn’t keep up.

“No… please… don’t leave me again!”

The woman smiled at him as the darkness began to envelope her entire body. His eyes stung watching it.

“NO! Please don’t…!”

He felt peaceful for a second. The pain he held inside himself melted away and he fell into a quiet sleep.

-

Gohan’s eyes slid open and he looked around the dark room. She hadn’t come back since he fell asleep.

He leaned over the bed and looked on the floor. The lumpy food had dried up and turned a dark black. It looked like a small pile of coal now.

He closed his eyes and tried to relax. He could feel someone coming again.

He knew it would be her. He knew he would have to fight another battle soon.

He stared at the floor. Why does it have to be me? I never did anything wrong!

His shirt was still unbuttoned. He panicked when he saw it, buttoning all of them again.
The lock on the door clicked as the door slid open. He turned but was careful not to pull on his chain again. He stared into the eyes of his caretaker once again.

"Hey, there…" Her voice was quiet. His pupils shrank slightly, but she wouldn’t ever be able to tell. He felt his body become very tense. Was she going to perform more nauseous acts on him?

“Why…” He wanted to say more but the other words never came out. He could barely talk as it was.

“Why what?” Her eyes were very dark. Even though they looked like endless pools of darkness, Gohan always thought he could see a drop of sadness somewhere inside them.

He felt her fingers trail lightly over his arm. He had been too distracted and upset to catch her wandering fingers.

“Oh, Gohan… you’re ice cold.” Her fingernails were like scorched iron against skin. He could feel his body’s hard shivering. Her eyes softened as she stared at him. “Let me warm you up.”

To him it felt like being half asleep. He was so afraid that he was lost in a deep trance as Kreda unclothed him. His mind seemed completely focused on the bright light that hung from the tall ceiling as his thoughts of Kreda were blocked out.

He couldn’t see the light anymore as a warm mass rested on top of his chest. His mind was brought back into reality as his breathing became a little more difficult. Soft, warm lips were gently moving against his mouth. His nose was being crushed by a slight heavy weight as Kreda pressed harder against him. After a few minutes his body started to beg for a breath and his mouth opened as an instant reaction.

He was able to suck in only a small amount before a wet tongue dung into his mouth like a snake. He was too surprised and was afraid to fight back, but he was still hungry for air.

Kreda’s mouth let him go as her body demanded a chance to breathe. Gohan’s chest expanded and sank as he swallowed any air that he could around him. He felt Kreda’s hot breath dampening his lips as they were still nose to nose.

He felt his smaller body being lifted by the grown woman so that he was on his knees at the middle of the bed. He felt two naked legs wrap around him, feeling the pressure on both of his hips. She was completely naked but hadn’t removed his pants yet.

Her slender fingers wrapped around his slim wrists as she pulled him closer. She pressed his palms against the tips of her inflated breasts while Gohan tensed at the contact.

“Gohan…”

Her warm fingers pressed against the back of his neck and began to wind down his spine. His back was as cold as a sheet of solid ice and he trembled at her touch.

She stopped once her fingertips touched a sensitive furry spot. She wrapped them gently around the slender tail and pulled it out from it’s hiding spot in his pants. She used her other hand to press Gohan’s body closer to hers. His hands fell from between them and he felt her enormous top crush against his hard chest. She began to rub the dark brown tail between her thumb and forefingers, making Gohan’s body rock gently in enlightenment. She continued to pursue the young saiyan’s sexual interests by rubbing harder. His tail began to curve and wind around her arm like a snake, wrapping it’s tip around her elbow and trailing along her forearm.

She moaned quietly as she fell against her back and pulled Gohan down on top of her. Gohan’s eyes shrank as she began to remove his pants. She felt how hot his body was now as her fingers ran against his small hips. His body was now trembling from the unusual emotions that were washing through his body. Now he felt like his stomach was being tickled by feathers as he stared down at the curved naked body of the female saiyan.

His pants were gone now and Kreda’s bare knees laid against Gohan’s sides. There was a hard and extreme longing in his lower body that he was ignoring before but now could no longer bare.

His following feelings were ones that he was completely alien too. Kreda’s warm fingers wrapped around his rock hard private area. An indescribable sensation swam through his body. Blood rushed in his veins like fire as his eyes widened and his pupils shrank further.

Kreda smiled as she stroked his erection again. His eyes were thirsty for her warmth and she was doing nothing but strengthening the lust. She wanted to feel the inner saiyan anger that he was locking inside unleash straight down onto her hips.

“Oh Gohan… you like the way that feels, don’t you?”

He didn’t even bother to look at her. The only comments she got from him were his unresponsive grunts of pleasure.

He growled once she took her hands away and she kissed him in response. Once there lips met she received an aggressive shove from him, forcing back against the bed. It was followed by a quick hiss as she laid quietly beneath him.

She pulled her hands slowly to his hips to pull him down. He started growling again but he let her pull him down on her, down all the way.

Kreda groaned as she felt his hard penis slip inside her, parting her body to accommodate his size. She felt Gohan jerk violently above her as his virginity vanished in that moment.

Gohan couldn’t help but release an ecstatic loud moan above her. The feeling was an incredible sensation that made him feel like he was slipping into a dream. The moment flashed over his mind again, him dipping himself inside her hot spill. The feeling was so incredible to him. He wanted to do it again.

Kreda started to hum her groans just as fast as Gohan rocked in and out of her. His vision was sharper and he could hear everything around him, but it didn’t seem like he was focusing on anything but the hot pleasure. He continued to thrust himself in and out of her lower body, releasing the tension he had built up through each one.

It started to feel even more pleasing that it had before. He only wanted more. He wanted to go faster, he wanted to ride her even harder. His mind was burning with fiery rage and he chose to release it all out on her.

He drew most of his anger from images of her. She was the one who made him miserable and hit him all the time. But not now. Now he felt like he was the one in charge. She had removed his chains… he could hurt her if he wanted. He wanted to. He wanted to make her hurt just like he had.

He put more force and speed behind his thrusts, trying to make it painful for her. After a few hard pelvic slams she let out a yelp of pain. This only enhanced his excitement as he felt himself losing almost complete control on top of her. She was crying in pain and the powerful feeling was getting better and better.
With one last hard pound against her he released all of his anger and tension. He felt himself explode from his tip and fill her lower body with his liquid. He watched her exhausted eyes beneath him as she laid still. The hot private he was buried in started to move as it tried to swallow his warm body. He stayed on top of her until his body completely relaxed, when he finally figured out what he had done.

Kreda pushed herself slowly up so that they faced each other. She crawled over to him to kiss his forehead. While he was distraction she snapped the chain restraint back on to his wrist.

She nuzzled his head as he stared off into the empty room.

“That was really good, Gohan…” She whispered in his ear. “I don’t think I’ve had better.” She purred as he shut his eyes in shame.

After a few quiet minutes Kreda got out of the bed and dressed. She helped Gohan dress and gave him another kiss before she walked to the door.

“It’s too bad…” She smiled at him before she left. “Too bad you probably won’t make it through this next fight. Don’t get too relaxed, honey.”

The door shut and he was left alone in the room. He was ashamed. He had like what he did even though he knew how wrong it was. He didn’t care that he might die in his next battle. Maybe he would let it happen.

Maybe dieing was better than this.

-

A short bald man wandered through the castle halls. He received several unusual stares from the tall black haired saiyans who walked by him.

A big one stopped him. He glared down at the tiny bald man who cowered in response.

“Eh, what the hell are you doing in here? Don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.” He lifted an eyebrow when he noticed six dots on his forehead.

The bald man shook in panic. “Er… well, uh, you see… I’m new! I’m with the uh… cleaning crew?” The saiyan stared at him while blinking. The bald man waved his hands in front of him. “I… I’m just a kid, please don’t hurt me!”

The short man could have passed due to his height, but it was a lie. The taller man bought it however and flicked his hand over his shoulder.

“Ha! Should’ve known. Cleaning supplies are in that room over there, but stay away from the cages. Hear me? Mess with any one of the cells and I’ll have your head!”

“Gwah!! Yes, sir! You can count on me!” The small man scurried past him and entered the dark room.

The room was large and only had three large cages to the left. Cleaning supplies lined the rest of the room. It was quiet and there wasn’t anyone around, so he fell on his bottom in relief.

“Whew… that was a close one… I gotta really watch out for those guys if I ever plan to get out of here.” He stood up as he looked around the large room. “Man, it’s like a giant closet in here. I wonder what the cages are for? These saiyans are so strange. They have cages everywhere!”

The cells looked empty until he saw the last one that was hidden against the wall. He froze when he saw a tall saiyan laying unconscious on the cell’s floor.

He began to breathe easier when he noticed the door was a green light screen.

“Whew…” He approached the cage and looked down at the unresponsive male saiyan. “Damn, I wonder who this guy is. Must of down something pretty bad if they’re gonna through him in this dump.”

He put his hands in his pockets as he stared down at the man. He saw a black metal band with a blinking green light locked around his wrist.

“Yeesh… aren’t getting outta there anytime soon, huh, buddy?”

The boy froze as the pointy haired saiyan’s eyes opened. His two black eyes moved and met with the short mans. The bald man lifted his hands as he began to sweat a little.

“Uh… sorry, sir! I mean… I didn’t want to disturb your sleep or anything… I was just uh… looking for cleaning supplies!” He followed the sentence with a nervous chuckle. The saiyans eyes narrowed and he grunted.

The bald man turned in an attempt to run, but stopped when he heard the black haired man’s voice.

“Wait…” The saiyan’s shaky voice called out for him.

He turned his head over his shoulder to look back at the cage.

“You’re not a saiyan…”

“Err… that’s not true! I’m just a kid! Haha… eh…” He went cross eyed. He had no dignity left.

He heard the saiyan laugh from inside his steel cage. “Please… I know you’re not. Please, come help me…”

The bald turned around completely in surprise. This saiyan was begging for his help.

“Hey… wait a minute. How do I know this isn’t some kind of trick?”

He flinched as the pointy haired man lifted himself on his hands and knees. He pulled his head up to look at the shorter man.

“Come on… why do you think I’m in here? I’m against the saiyans. I just… I just need some help… please…”

The bald man eased when he noticed the front of the saiyan’s shirt was dark red from being soaked in blood. Dried blood was all around the front of his neck. The saiyan smiled before dropping flat on his face in the cage.

“Whoa… hey, hang on a minute!” He ran over to the front of the cage. “Let’s see…” He pressed the red button on the cage and the green light switched to a red one. “I think I got it!”

The screen didn’t disappear. Instead, a loud alarm rang throughout building.

“Gwah!! I’m in trouble now!” He grabbed his head and danced frantically in front of the cage. The pointy haired man jumped up, this time standing on his feet.

“Stand back!”

The bald man looked over confused, but jumped back once he saw the man’s hands angled towards the cage door. The man screamed as yellow balls of light emerged from his hands and blasted through the door.

“Wow.” The short man could only smile. He met eyes with the taller man.

“Come on. We have to go.”

The saiyan began to run and the shorter man followed, not having enough time to decide since the alarm system was going mad.

They raced through the crazy halls and went unnoticed since everyone was in a frantic search for what was going on. Before he knew it he was back out in the hot air outside the castle, flying next to the saiyan against a dark blue sky.

“Whoa, man. That was crazy. I don’t even think I remember why I was even in there.” He flew a few feet lower than the saiyan.

“Who are you, anyway?”

The bald man looked up to the black haired man. “Well, I guess I can trust you since you haven’t killed me yet. My name’s Krillin,” He said. He waited for a response but never got one. “Um… and yours?” It was risky to ask since the man could have killed him whenever he wanted, but if they were going to stick together he was going to have to take the chance.

“Kakarot.” He was blunt. Krillin blinked and looked up at him, only to see his expression hadn’t changed.

“Kakarot, huh? Funny name… you saiyans are definitely strange ones alright.” Kakarot blinked as he met eyes with Krillin. After a pause he smiled.

Krillin smiled back as they both picked up speed and raced back towards the city.

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Ah… there we go. I think it was pretty good, eh?

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