Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fathoming Love ❯ Chapter 16 ( Chapter 16 )

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

“It was not hard to find the castle we were to be attending, as we could see the gaudy lights and gouache decorations from our space ship. Massive crowds were beckoned to the palace, fireworks of all sorts and sizes and colors nearly blinding us as we made our descent towards them in Zarbon’s popular space yacht.

“We were, of course, fashionably late, as Zarbon had insisted we be ‘stunningly beautiful’ in our dark clothes and gothic makeup. Yes, yes Tazial, as if you don’t already think I’m an absolutely homo, I wore makeup. Did I enjoy it? Probably not. I don’t really think I thought much of it at all, merely sitting there in annoyance as Zarbon’s dainty hand applied a coal like mixture all around my eyes, making their darkness ‘stand out’, in his words.

“I guess we were dressed as the dead, my legs poshed up in skin tight plated leather pants, my chest complimented by a long sleeved, black, fish net shirt that caught all of my muscles just right, according to my makeup artist. My face was pale, as Zarbon had insisted it be, throwing powder and chalk on my cheekbones and forehead, set off by my dead looking eyes. To complete the look, he’d added a slight touch of black and rogue to my lips, making them stand out brilliantly.

“I cant really complain, as I was smitten by my own reflection and had to be yanked away and scolded for my impossible vanity. But I didn’t protest much as Zarbon himself made me fall absolutely in love at first sight, decked out in dark green leather pants and a black, iridescent green shirt. His hair was woven into a thousand tiny braids, all thrown up on his head and tiny ringlets occasionally escaping around his glimmering eyes, completed themselves with golden shimmer and dark, black eyeliner.

“We looked like two Gods, come down from Heaven to grace the lesser beings with a glimpse of our immaculate selves, waltzing up the grand staircase and penetrating the unnecessarily large palace, like we owned it. Heads turned and women gasped, men straightening up and taking possession of their wives most quickly.

“As I’d predicted, it was nothing more than another party, just like all the others, where people would flitter to Frieza’s side, compliment him in a million and one different ways, insist that they absolutely adore him, and then tip toe back to their places to loathe him just like always. Pish Posh. The same old thing.

“Bored, I began to drink my brains away, one shot at a time, as all planets have their own little mixture for escaping troubles. Zarbon was soon to join me, as we never really strayed far from each other at these times, unless it was to accommodate ourselves with possible partners in their quarters. I grumbled that it was just as I’d expected, and he replied absolutely nothing as we began to tip back shots as quickly as the bartender could supply them.

“I gazed around the room, fairly small and smoke filled, the two exits being covered by crystal beads that separated them. All in all, it had a very India look to it, and the music being played had that nasally, yet seductive tone to it. Concubine dancers, clothed in only their bottom underwear, danced in the shadowed corners, their hips swaying to the chimes and flutes of the music, making my eyes follow them in a very, young man sort of way.

“And just when I had made up my mind, the alcohol infiltrating my bloodstream just enough, that I began to walk towards the dancers, intent on grabbing one for my own perverse purposes, something caught my eye. Zarbon, who had been laughing previously, noticed it too, and was immediately on his feet, as Frieza himself was gesturing for us both to come.

“Suavely, we traveled through the hanging crystal beads, dim lighting making our eyes adjust and a large, beautiful room meeting us on the other side.

“ “Ah my two pets.” Frieza bragged as gasps and sighs came from our obvious admirers. He opened his arms to receive us, as if he were like a father, rather than the monster who held our chains. “My pretty ones, how happy I am to see you finally. You kept me waiting and yet, how can I not forgive you? Zarbon, you’ve simply out done yourself this time. Why, Vegeta takes my breath away.”

“Zarbon simply bowed his head, his face very serious, even as Frieza’s wore the signs of drunkenness and an all around “Santa Claus” warmth.

“ “Tell me precious,” Frieza said directly to me, knowing he wasn’t going to get much out of Zarbon, who seemed to have fallen into a dismal frame of mind. “are you enjoying the party? It’s in my honor you know.”

“ “It seems fair enough,” I commented dryly, leaning downwards to speak to him as he hovered in his trademark chair. “though the sport here could use a little work. With three legs, you’d think the Marlachean women would be all that much more happy to spread them. But I don’t see that being the case.”

“ “Right you are,” he said, for once not put off by my very frank tone. You see, I didn’t speak to him as formal as the others did, with their “Lord”s and “Sire”s and all that grimy nonsense. And sometimes this offset him, as perhaps being disrespectful. But at other times, like this, I honestly think he must have appreciated the blunt words and the equalizing tone.

“ “But don’t let it get you down beautiful,” He winked, taking a huge gulp of his red wine. “The night’s still young, and these lovely Marlachean’s, out of their charitable, benevolent little hearts, gave me a present. Nunuay! Bring out my gift!”

“The sound of cursing and dragging feet met my ears and a gorgeous, dark skinned women, naked to the bone met my eyes.

“ “Of course, she’s not MY type,” Frieza was happy to blubber on, even as I could barely pay attention. “Maybe if she was a bit smaller perhaps. What do you think Vegeta? She’s yours if you want her. I really don’t think there’d be much use of her for me.”

“I ignored him completely, my eyes stuck upon her dazzling form as she fought like a caged lion against the men that held her chains. And by men, I mean precisely twelve, for that’s how many it took to keep her lashing fingernails and biting teeth at bay. She was positively wild, with dark, dark skin much like those mind blowing African humans, and light sea green eyes.

“And I was to find that in very many ways, she was like an African woman, with a gorgeous, catching appearance, a glowing sense of pride and a fearless strength that came from within, even in the face of utter danger. She was the type of woman to hold her head high even in the rain. Perhaps especially in the rain. Her hair was golden brown, braided in a quick, uneven fashion, but proved to tarnish nothing in her beauty.

“Her body was much larger than what the normal human woman would conceive as beautiful, as her body fat percentage was no doubt fairly high. She had extremely large breasts and if you get me started on her back end, I doubt I’ll be able to stop. The only way that you’d be able to discern whether or not she was human, would be from a quick glance at her seven tails, clinging right onto her hind end.

“Seven tails you wonder? Yes, just like me, she had not only one tail, but seven of them, dark and bushy. And yet, as she stood her ground, bravely spitting out shocking swears and fearlessly tugging at her chains, stark naked, I found myself utterly, and completely taken by her, rising to my feet and walking in her direction. Zarbon made some sound of protest, but he may as well have been grumbling to a deaf man behind his back, because rather than walking of my own accord, I felt like I was being dragged.

“Frieza was blabbing on about some nonsense. Saying that she was a slave of an extinct breed of warriors, captured by the Marlacheans, given to him, now given to me, if I could tame her that is. But I knew that it wouldn’t be a problem. I’d never found a women who wouldn’t have fallen to my feet if I’d gestured for her to do it. And as surely as my looks alone would swoon her, certainly she was feeling this odd, abrasive connection between us.

“Ah yes, she was mine, and as I glided up to her, gazing into her eyes and seeing that same brash, raw desire blazing from within, she smacked me harder than I can ever recall being smacked by a woman! I was literally thrown sideways as her hand connected, my eyes watering with the sting and my ears meeting with the deafening laughter coming from all around. I couldn’t believe it! The strength and the power behind that hand could almost rival my own and I’m certain my surprise was written right across my face as she spat belligerently at my feet.

“ “Pompous Saiyan pig!” she hissed, her thick, fat lips barely moving. “You think you break me so easily? I dare you to try.”

“She had quite the accent, laced with a foreign tongue that was no doubt her first language and in all my anger towards her embarrassing assault upon me, I had made up my mind that I would have her. Remember, I’m a sucker for strong women.

“ “Come on precious!” She taunted with her heavy accent. “Free me of dese’ chains and see what happens to your cocky, pretty boy face! We see if I leave you quite so handsome den!”

“The entire audience made that obnoxious “oooooh” sound, and I grit my teeth, straightening up and gesturing for the men to hold her steady, pinned against a nearby stone pillar. She was thrown backwards as they ran to hold her, her back knocking against the marble as she connected, growling as I approached.

“ “Slave,” I said coldly, my eyes no doubt intimidating as I glared. “know your place. You do well to treat me with more dignity than that, as I claim you as my own. I trust you will know better next time, but I give you fair warning that if you slip up again, I wont be quite so honorable.”

“ “Honorable?” she said, raising a fair eyebrow. “Holding a woman against her will? Binding her with dese’ chains?! Pinning her against the wall?! THIS is honorable?”

“I was quick to right the situation, gesturing for her to be set free by the guards who were rather reluctant to do so. Like timid mice, they slowly freed her tender wrists, jumping back as if she were a poisonous snake. But rather than strike back at her chance, she regarded me coolly, sizing me up perhaps and gazing into my eyes.

“ “Who ARE you?” she asked, modestly covering her body with her arms as best she could.

“ “Strong enough to stop you if you choose to lash out again.” I said rather softly, moving towards her in a nonthreatening way. “Tell me. What is your name?”

“ “Faraque.” She said simply, having calmed down enough to be civil, even as I moved a little too close for comfort, and was staring right down into her face.


“ “Faraque,” I breathed, lifting my hand to smooth her hair away from her face.

“ “VEGETA DON’T!” I heard Zarbon cry as he moved closer. But he was too late and Faraque would have plastered my testicles to the ceiling with a kick, had I not been paying attention. I caught her ankle in my hand, smiling as her eyes widened and she fell backwards, hitting the ground.

“I climbed over her, pinning her hands to her sides with my weight, and smirking down as she squirmed beneath me.

“ “How DARE you?!” she screamed in her powerful voice. “Lay a hand on me and I SWEAR I kill you!”

“ “Oh?” I grinned. “And what if I lay two?”

“I grabbed her waist, hoisting her onto my lap and holding her hands behind her back as she straddled me.

“ “Vegeta stop this.” Zarbon warned, his eyes upon me in the most disappointed way.

“ “No no!” Frieza laughed in his drunken state. “Zarbon you’re ruining all the fun. Get back! Vegeta’s going to give us all a demonstration of how Saiyans tame their servants. Come on now! Don’t spoil it for the rest of us!”

“ “Faraque, Faraque, Faraque.” I breathed into her face as she battled me to no avail. “Must you fight me so? You’re only delaying the inevitable you realize. You’re mine.”

“ “I die before I ever belong to some pampered Saiyan brat! Let me go dis instant!” she warned.

“ “You’d do well to learn some manners though,” I jeered. “We’ll have to work on that as well. And as for your fashion sense my dear Faraque……. It could use some adjustment if you’re to live with civilized people.”

“ “Let me go!” she screamed as I held her against me, her chest pressing into my face against her will.

“ “No,” I smiled. “You’re mine.”

“ Vegeta!” Zarbon cautioned, walking up to us as we sat on the floor. “Enough of this.”

“ “No no Zarbon!” Frieza was shooing the air and blubbering, others in the room saying similar things. “Back I say! Back! Aw but you’re ruining it now! Get out of the way, we’re missing it!”

“ “Shows over.” Zarbon said smoothly to me, his eyebrows down in shame at what I was doing. “Let her go Vegeta.”

“ “And why should I?” I said, smiling smugly up at him. “I don’t tell you how to treat your pets now do I?”

“ “Vegeta, I swear to you if you don-……” but he could tell I wasn’t listening even as I stared into Faraque’s beautiful face, lusting after her even as he tried to keep me from publicly shaming her.

“ “Faraque,” I said, looking into her furious eyes even as she spat horrific swears. “Such things you say from such a pretty mouth. Lips that sweet should be kissed.”

“And even as I raised my mouth to hers, to kiss her in the most unchaste, immodest way possible, I felt Zarbon’s hand on my shoulder, awakening me to my position and opening my eyes to the fact that she was literally crying, tears streaming hatefully down her cheeks.

“ “Valique,” he said softly. “I taught you better than this.”

“I was immediately sorry, trying to hold Faraque’s hands behind her back with only one of my own, and dabbing the tears from her cheeks with the other. She was fighting me all the way, biting at my fingers when I lifted them and hissing out swears when she wasn’t doing that. Giving up, I lowered my head.

“ “As you did.” I said regretfully, shocking Faraque into her first “quiet time” and pleasing Zarbon immensely. “As you did.”

“Clambering to my feet, at the let down of my crowd and a disgruntled Frieza, I ordered that she be clothed according to her wishes and taken on the first guarded ship back to Frieza’s and from there, locked safely in my room. Despite his let down, Frieza was in a rare mood and smiled rather kindly at me, informing me that HE had raised quite the gentlemen, much to Zarbon’s amusement.

“ “You’ve got yourself quite the animal there.” Zarbon said on the way back to the ship, brushing his soft, emerald hair behind his ears. I again had to contain myself while gazing at his striking appearance, albeit different from my newest crush’s.

“ “I know.” I answered, tearing my eyes away from him. “And yet, yet…… there’s something about her. I can’t place my fingers on it.”

“ “Well I can,” he said with a grunt. “And I wouldn’t mind placing my fingers on them either. I tell you what Vegeta, they certainly don’t come that size where I’m from. Bosoms that big ought to be contained! Don’t you agree?”

“I had to laugh, shaking my head at his misunderstanding.

“ “Not only that,” I said with a mock scolding tone. “No its just….. Its just all of her. I see myself in her eyes Zarbon. I see myself.”

“I didn’t miss the rare look of jealousy pass Zarbon’s features and I had to look away suddenly as his eyes held a blank, cold look to them, as if at any moment he would lash out in absolute hatred. In insanity. For the first time in a long time, Zarbon actually scared me.”



“I’ll never forget the condition my room was in as I entered, having to use extreme force simply to move my couches and my bed away from the door. My room was completely trashed, all of my priceless, nonreplicable paintings in shards, my gorgeous YunYun carpet torn right out of the floor and my God worthy bed in shambles. She’d certainly outdone herself in ruining every possible thing that was worth anything.

“And there she was in the corner, scaring the hell out of my other servants and certainly making quite the nuisance of herself. I gaped in horror at my priceless things, trying to sort out what could be salvaged and what was as good to me as lent by now.

“ “My….. My YunYun carpet!” I spat in horror, pointing towards the torn up mess that had once been luscious, golden fur. “Do you know how many Galdians they skinned to make that? Do you KNOW how much it cost me!?”

“My other servants cowered in fear at my rash tone, crying out hysterically as Faraque ordered them to shut up, have some dignity, and show some pride, all laced quite articulately with her foreign accent. She was truly fearless, spiffed out in a rather plain but close fitting black dress, long sleeves nearly going over her knuckles as she balled them into white fists.

“ “Well?” I demanded, staring at her and trying to control my temper, which, you can imagine isn’t easy for me to do. “What have you to say for yourself?”

“I inwardly backhanded myself for sounding so unforgivably like Zarbon, and yet kept my posture and my attitude in check. My only answer was the universally despised finger and a nice, thick line of spit to decorate my trashed carpet.

“ “GAH!” I screamed, throwing my hands in the air and hearing my pretty servant girls lose all thought and scatter in all directions. “No woman is worth this!”

“I marched over to her, grabbed her up by the waist, threw her wildly over my shoulder and proceeded to carry her straight into the bathroom, Faraque beating my back and punching me relentlessly the entire way.

“She shrieked out a great mouth full of curses as I flung her into the large bathtub, clothes and all, straight into the warm water. She went under, head and all, straight through the dancing flower petals and coming out gasping and sputtering as if I’d truly tried to drown her, which I wasn’t far from considering anyways. She flung her arms around like a person on fire, water spraying all over my bathroom.

“ “You idiot!” she screamed. “I can’t swim!”

“Stunned suddenly, I couldn’t believe my folly, foolishly assuming that the art of swimming was mastered universally. I sputtered out something about getting to the side, gazing down at my gorgeous, fragile clothing and suddenly just plunging right into the water, fearful that she’d truly drown in my excessively large bathtub. I grabbed at her as she went under, suddenly finding myself completely immersed as she had me by the throat, trying to literally drown me in my own tub! She knew how to swim and quite brilliantly at that!

“ “Saiyan bastard.” She hissed between her teeth as we came out of the water, her fingernails digging into my neck. “Die pig!”

“If I said that it took a large amount of strength to pry her off, I’d be lying. I was infinitely stronger than her and to be honest, the only hard part was trying to convince my brain that I’d been fucked over by her once again. Her eyes widened as I basically shook her hands off, forcing a small bit of energy to distance her from me momentarily.

“ “Are you crazy?” I gasped, holding my throat. “Are you completely out of your mind? What is WRONG with you?!”

“She honestly seemed stumped by the question, just floating there with her eyes glued on me like I was a predator. Each time I attempted to come closer to her, she backed off like I was some kind of virus.

“ “Oh, so I see you tend to avoid me like the plague.” I commented dryly, still finding her enticing in a way I could never, even at the time, seek to understand. “You know, this would all go much easier for you if you would just behave Faraque. Accept it dearest. You’re mine.”

“ “I’m no man’s.” she spat hatefully.

“ “You belong to me.”


“ “I belong to no one.”

“I sighed at her stubbornness, completely drained by her behavior. I moved towards her once more, having my hand swatted as I tried to touch her sleeved arm. I rolled my eyes, moving swiftly as I gathered her to me, wrapping my arms around her as she screamed and holding her closely to my chest as she squirmed.

“ “Let me go!” She cried, moving side to side as she tried to move out of my grip. “Damn you! Don’t do this to me!”

“ “Don’t do this to me?” I asked, shocked by her statement. “Do what to you? Faraque, what are you so afraid of?” When she didn’t answer, I continued, in a kinder, softer voice, one completely contradictory to my nature. “Faraque, I’m not going to hurt you. You think I would force myself upon you? Oh, my dear sweet servant,” I cooed mockingly, running one of my hands through her tangled, braided hair.

“ “In the end,” I smirked wickedly, “I wont have to.”