Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fall Of an Empire- From a slave's POV ❯ The tyrant falls ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ… don't sue me.

Author's notes: This had many inspirations, but I don't really know why it turned out… well the way it did. Just read it, you'll see.

I shouldn't be writing this… Then again, I shouldn't even know how to read and write, but my creator made me to be more that just a toy. I look out at the world so far below, and wonder what it must be like to be free to explore it. I wonder how many lifetimes I have lived but forgotten because I was born in this body. I sigh and close my eyes; they will come for us soon. The safe walls of the palace will not provide sanctuary from the coming civil war.

Already the two weeks of celebration following news of Frieza's defeat on Namek have lapsed into silence. I feel nothing knowing that my master is dead. Not hope for the future, and no longing for the past. My master was Lord Frieza, and yet unlike the other girls asleep within the safe walls of our prison, I accept that our fate is still not our own. For more years than most Pleasure Slaves live, I have belonged to him, and in that time, he has taught me many things. I am his favorite, and yet if he knew the way I truly felt, I am certain he would kill me.

Perhaps I am smarter than my fellows, or perhaps I have simply outlived my innate programming, but I know that for me to feel nothing at the loss of my master is unprecedented. I am a Rhinarian Pleasure Slave, created from a mix of cells and engineered traits desired from the most beautiful and alluring creatures in all three of the Empires. We are not looked upon as anything more than robots, we are property, bought and sold for the pleasure of our masters and even our minds and our memories are not our own. Each time we are to be sold or given a new master, our minds are wiped away, all memories and emotions simply gone. We awaken later disoriented and afraid, often while our bodies are already being used by our new master.

My eyes fill with tears as I remember the first time I was touched by my master, but I don't let them fall. I know that for me to cry at a mere memory would make me seem defective, and I don't want to be reprogrammed loosing my memories and my emotions, is the one thing I fear. I was like the others then, trusting blindly that the master was our protector and our benevolent lover. He was kind to me that night and several others that followed, but I was foolish to think it would last. He didn't want me to be afraid, and he held me close long into the night. He was gone when I awakened one morning, and I had started to worry, when he didn't come back that night. I thought I had displeased him.

While he was gone, I worried and moped around the Palace. I was bored, and lonely, for in those days, I was the only Pleasure Slave he had. I was never included in the gossip. Even the house slaves and kitchen help never associate with my kind. But I overheard enough to figure out that my master had gone with his father's permission to start an empire of his own. I knew that he would be back, he was young but very powerful, and I looked forward to his return. I wanted to be the first to congratulate him. I was such a fool.

The next time I saw him, my master had changed from the small doll-like ice-jin shaped creature I was familiar with to a hulking brute with a hideous elongated head an evil grin. It was strange; my innate programming told me that although his appearance was different, it was still my master. It was still Frieza. I felt a cold nudge of fear sweep through my body as the huge monster moved to the bed where I lay. I swallowed hard as I came toward him; his outward appearance wasn't all that was different. I knew, when I saw his eyes that everything had changed. He saw the fear in my eyes and licked his lips. Ashamed that I was afraid of my gentle master I tried to look away, but one huge hand cupped my chin and forced me to look at him again. Again I was afraid I had displeased him, but he continued to study my face, caressing my cheeks with a soft touch I didn't think such a monster would be capable of. I realized when he pushed me onto my back what he was doing. I wear nothing to bed, it is a right my kind forfeits when we are expected to do nothing but sate our master's every whim.

He pushed himself into me, with a savagery I still remember to this day. Each time he thrust, it tore a scream from my lips and he did it harder. I don't remember if I finally feinted or if he simply stopped, but the next time I opened my eyes he was still there his shaft buried deep in me. I quietly asked his forgiveness for crying, and screaming and yet he said nothing. Finally I bolstered enough courage to look at him again. I will never forget the way he looked back at me, he was smirking. His garnet eyes glowing with satisfaction and… pride? I realized then that I had given him every reaction he wanted. He wanted my fear, and he had enjoyed my pain. Now he had raped me and I was forced to apologize for not liking it. Tears of a different type of pain ran down my face as he moved to withdraw from me. I had never known humiliation before. I never knew that it could hurt so bad to be defenseless either.

I can only shut my eyes and pray that I never have to go through that night again… He withdrew from me slowly, painfully enjoying my whimpers of pain. My fingers came away bloody as I tried to protect where he had caused me such agony. He looked at me as if hoping I would protest the way he had used me, but I lowered my eyes and he snorted in disdain. Tears of shame and fear crept into my eyes and I could only hope that he was done with me.

As if he had read my thoughts, he pulled me to his member that was still engorged and covered in my blood. I didn't want to… I didn't want him to ever touch me again. I hoped that he would die and I wished that someone would help me, protect me from him. But it was just the two of us. I held back my tears as well as I could, and tried to ignore the pain in my body, but I couldn't protect myself from the taste of my blood on him. I sobbed for days after he made me lick him… taste my own fear and pain and yet for fear of his displeasure I did my best to please him. He fucked my mouth as brutally as he had taken my sex and I was finally left alone. I made certain that no one heard me cry, though, I had no pride left, but I certainly had no wish to be mind wiped and left in need of another lesson.

My body healed and my shame was eventually forgotten as I continued to be his favored bedmate. Master Frieza had six other slaves like me by the time I was asked to sleep with anyone but him. I balked at the command to lay with a disgusting looking creature whose slimy head with twelve tentacles and whose body was an odd looking conglomeration of muscles and more tentacles. I was on the floor beaten and bloody before I realized I had tried to refuse. As I lay there, I realized the slimy creature had asked my master to stop. The slimy creature touched me everywhere, as curious about my body as I was afraid of his. I shuddered as he moved to lay me flat on my back, I looked at my master, but didn't dare protest as he turned out to be watching.

My master said something to the other creature in a language I didn't understand and both laughed. I was surprised when he pushed his head between my thighs, and I moaned quietly as something pushed inside of me. He probed me softly, gently his long, slick tentacles were warm and incredibly arousing. I felt myself getting wet as he moved deeper, but I was still afraid. I could tell he was pleased by my moans and I found that as I relaxed, he became more intent on causing me to want more. He gave me several orgasms and all the while my master watched, his garnet eyes looking pleased and yet a little jealous. Knowing he was watching and afraid that if I didn't try to please my master's guest that I'd be punished, I sat up and pulled him to me I closed my eyes and pretended that his tentacles were my master's cock. I licked one and found it to be warm and very smooth. He made sounds of helpless pleasure as I sucked and licked him as he had done to me. I devoted myself utterly to making him want more of me as he had done with me. Eventually I was rewarded by one of his longer tentacles that reminded me of an arm pushed into me. He wasn't so gentle this time, but I didn't care, I was in ecstasy that didn't seem to stop and he loved it!

I was to learn that creature's name was Shetar, and every time he came to do business with my master, I was his favored pet. I even learned his language so that I could talk to him in a language he was comfortable with, and he tried several times to buy me, but Lord Frieza refused to sell me. Since then, I have lain with many different creatures, and few were so kind as to give a damn about me feeling anything.

Most were like my master the night he took me in his monster form, they enjoyed hurting me, but I never gave them the satisfaction of seeing my tears, after being raped by an ice-jin there are no other races that can hurt you that badly. Unfortunately my master still had two other forms… and as he achieved them, he wanted to break me in them too.

After so long, I can't believe it still hurts to remember the things I have endured within these walls. I sit up at a sudden noise in the corridor, fear sends its icy fingers down my back and I strain my ears to hear more, nothing but silence and the soft breathing of the other girls can be heard though.

Realizing I will not be able to go back to sleep, I walk silently to the windows, where moonlight casts my lavender skin in pure silver and look down. The city is disturbingly quiet, and I feel it in my heart that we aren't safe here. I shudder at the memories that come back to taunt me as I dare to think of anything as being safe, and smile bitterly.

My master and his evil father are dead but Koola is still out there, and then there are all of his generals and the mercenaries. The slavers like Shetar, the pirates… and of course, the Super Saiyan who finally accomplished what so many others could not. Any of them are potentially just as bad as my master. I am tired and I stare helplessly at the city below, realizing that my world and my life will change little no matter who wins the battles I can sense looming on the horizon.

I look back at the other girls and wonder if any of them will live as long as I have. They are so young, and many of them have only been with our master. I wonder how they will react when we are discovered here. I know that we are a valuable commodity, besides me, there are four other Rhinarians and that alone is a few thousand credits even in Kwanzaa's crowded slave markets we would be a rare find. But Master Frieza also has six Allurians and a handful of other females, who were born free, but used for pleasure now. The two Gillana females were with Lord Frieza when he was on Namek and I am afraid they are dead.

Planet Namek exploded and while Lord Frieza was found by his father, no one else survived. Part of me feels guilty that I don't miss my master, after all, he is the one who kept us fed and clothed and sheltered in his palace. But there is another part of me that is glad that he is gone. This part of me grows stronger as I look around this room and out again at the outside. I have learned from Frieza, and I don't want to loose what I have learned. I have learned to lie without remorse. I should feel ashamed even to think such a thing, but instead a cold smirk settles over my features, and I want to laugh.

I wonder briefly if I have lost my mind, but I feel a new sense of freedom as I wonder again when we will be found. I realize that there is no escaping what station most of us were born to, but I know now that I can choose to seduce the first soldier through that door and call him master, or I can cower in fear and suffer a mind wipe and still end up in someone's bed.

A devastating crash and I could only watch with cold dread as the door of our sanctuary collapsed. Smoke and the cries of fear and surprise from the other girls fade into nothing as I gaze for the first time at the shadowy image of the warrior who had found us. It was a silhouette that I knew well. Prince Vegeta.

He looked angry and frustrated as I moved toward him, making certain to grin seductively as he stalked toward me. I thought that he had been killed on Namek, but then again, I had heard that all the Nameks were dead and even Ginyue, Dodoria and Zarbon were dead. For some reason I wasn't surprised to see Vegeta though, and he didn't seem surprised to see me either.

He didn't give me a chance to say anything, our lips melded together in a deep kiss and I wriggled a finger at the others to help me. If he was the one who got rid of Lord Frieza, there was simply no way that I would be able to sate him on my own. Desire like I had never felt before surged through me as he put me on my back and kissed me as he let the others try to get his armor and my clothes off… but before things could get interesting he stopped kissing me and drew away. Breathless and confused, I cocked my head curiously and followed him to the window.

He looked so beautiful in the light of the three quarter moon that I jumped when he finally broke his silence. " Damn it. "

He said those two words softly, almost in defeat and I placed a hand on his shoulder. " What's wrong? "

" Leave me alone. " He grunted. Again I heard a hint of defeat in his tone as he shrugged off my hand.

It came to me in that moment, realization of why he was here instead of laying claim to the throne. Prince Vegeta was never one to play with slaves that had no choice… " It wasn't you, was it? "

For a moment I didn't dare to breathe, but I had to know. His answer was more silence and I was sorry I had asked, he didn't hurt me, but I saw it in his eyes that it hurt him to admit it even to himself that he hadn't been the one to destroy the tyrant that ruled us all. " I'm sorry. " I offered quietly.

He snorted indignantly. " Spare me your pity I am searching for the bastard that beat me to killing Frieza so I can kill him. Why are you still here? The city is ready to explode there are so many factions out for control of it. "

" There isn't anywhere for us to go. We need an escort to leave these chambers. Getting out of the Palace and the city is impossible. You've been gone a while, but not that long, Prince Vegeta. "

" Do you want to leave or not? " He snapped and my eyes widened.

" Yes! Please. " The other girls answered for me.

He saw the hint of mistrust in my eyes and laughed as he led us to the door. " You were willing to let me fuck you but not to let me help you? Only a Pleasure Slave gets it that backwards. "

" I was just doing what we are supposed to. How often have you ever heard of anyone helping a bunch of mere slaves without wanting anything in return? "

" Who says I won't later? " I dropped my gaze, but I didn't think he was going to force us if he hadn't already done it. He grumbled something about a carrot and those damn earthlings and pulled us out into the hall. There were bodies and holes in all the walls and I could only wonder how I failed to hear that destruction as he led us to the roof. An odd looking round ship waited for him there and he lead us inside. He put us inside and told us to go to sleep. For the first time I can remember, I slept well. The next morning, our savior told me he had an ally he was going to take us to. I was afraid to ask who, but he seemed to sense my hesitation and told me not to worry that Captain Maxwell was trustworthy and completely against the slave trade.

As I sit here writing this, praying that my memory isn't about to be erased by the Space Pirates about to board this ship, I shoot a glance over at Vegeta and note that he is watching me too. He seems lost in thought and I return to writing. I can't help but wonder how the Saiyan Prince can keep himself away from us. I have heard that Saiyans are excellent and very passionate lovers, I have tried to thank him for saving us with my body, but he just doesn't give in. I don't need to be told that he believes I would try to seduce him out of fear rather than gratitude or love. He is wrong though, for the first time in my life, I want to open my heart to someone, but even now he doesn't come any closer and for once, I don't either.

I vaguely feel someone take my hand and start to lead me away, and take my eyes off of him for just an instant, but when I look back, he is gone, and a tear slides down my cheek as I realize someone finally wanted to help me… and I never even said thank you.

Beside me, I hear a soft chuckle and look into the eyes of a beautiful creature with the bluish skin of a Saurian and the height and muscular build of a Zarovian, along with the violet eyes and dark blue hair. I blink in astonishment as I realize he is a Barovian, and since the only one left is their prince, I realize that Vegeta really had kept his word, that his friend wasn't going to hurt us or sell us. " Wait! I have to… "

" He already knows, " The Pirate told me quietly.