Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fire Before Ice ❯ Fire Before Ice ( One-Shot )

"Bring him to me tomorrow at dusk." Frieza's voice was as cold as his touch and Radditz had to resist the urge to shiver. "As you wish, my Lord Frieza," he said, fighting to keep the contempt out of his tone as the beautiful white monster turned and walked down the hall, toward his chambers. As Frieza disappeared through the mechanical door with a soft "whoosh", Radditz's mind turned from the creature that commanded him to the Prince that he served. Vejita: the Saiyajin no Ouji was only a boy, ten years of age and was the last surviving member of the Royal Family of Vejitasei. His father had been killed some years before, right after the destruction of the Saiyajin's home planet, at the hands of Frieza. Radditz had sworn to Vejita's father, the king, that he would protect his prince as well as possible and until now, he'd always found a way to keep the boy from the harsher realities aboard this ship of horrors. But Frieza had given an order and if Radditz didn't follow that order, he would be killed and there would be no one left to protect Vejita from the Icejin.

Lost in his thoughts, the large Saiyajin made his way down the corridors of the ship, deftly navigating the numerous twists and turns to the outer door of Vejita's chambers. Nappa, Vejita's personal bodyguard, stood outside, his small dark eyes sharp as he surveyed every passing life form, searching for a potential enemy. His eyes lit on Radditz as he approached and he stepped forward. The two Saiyajin warriors faced one another, silently, for a moment.

They had both known the Ouji since birth and been present when the king had died and made them swear the blood oath to protect the last of the royal line. They stood nearly equal in height, though Nappa was broader in the chest and shoulders and his head was bald and shiny, and Radditz's hair cascaded down his back, almost to his ankles in gorgeous, thick ebony locks. While Nappa wore the full Saiyajin armor over his chest, shoulders and thighs, Radditz wore simply his brief training uniform, that covered just his hips. They left his legs and abdomen bared to be admired by any eyes that turned his way. The perfectly chiseled body was complemented by the glorious mane, thick, dark, shiny tail and undeniably handsome face. Though both of them swore their allegiance to the young Ouji, there was a tension between them that neither could deny.

"What do you want, Radditz?" the large man asked. "Get out of my way, Nappa," Radditz growled, barely civil. His anger at the position Frieza had put him in had stretched his natural dislike of Nappa to it's limits. "Why the fuck should I? He's sleeping. You walk in there in this mood and he'll have nightmares." The bond between the young Ouji and his guards was uncanny, forged by necessity and stronger than a parent/child bond. "I said, get the fuck out of the way," Radditz ground out, in no mood for the other man's shit. A soft cry was heard from inside the room and Nappa spun toward the door, punching the button to open it. Radditz shoved forward, past him and into the chamber. The small form on the bed was fighting an invisible foe, sweating and terrified and his ki was starting to glow around him. Before Nappa could follow him into the room, Radditz hit the button to close the door and quickly punched in the high security locking code, smirking, wryly, when he heard Nappa cursing. The code was given only to Frieza's elite and the handful of Saiyajins that the Icejin kept close. Nappa was not among these ranks and therefore would not be able to override the code and enter the room. Securely locked in, Radditz turned away from the door and felt the smirk melt from his face, replaced by what might almost have been called tenderness. Saiyajin features were beautiful, but a look other than cruelty, anger or lust was rarely formed by them these days.

Approaching the bed on silent, cat-like feet, Radditz looked down on the face of his sleeping Ouji. Vejita had calmed now that the tension levels had dropped. Nappa was still angry, but he couldn't create the same effect without Radditz also being involved, and at that moment Nappa was the farthest thing from Radditz's mind.

Ebony hair, tousled by sleep, dusky, tanned skin, strong, beautiful features and a lithe, well-muscled body made up the young prince of the Saiyajin race. Radditz watched him sleep for a few moments, picturing what Vejita would look like when he was grown. He would be strong and proud, a true Saiyajin warrior and Radditz had no doubt that Vejita would live up to his father's prediction and become the Legendary Super Saiyajin. In the meantime, though, he was just a boy, a strong one, but a child just the same - a child whom Frieza meant to have, in every way.

Radditz sat on the edge of the bed and Vejita rolled toward him, reaching out in his sleep. Radditz brushed his forefinger down the side of the Ouji's face and Vejita sighed.

//Wake up, Ouji-sama.//

//Radditz?//

Black eyes opened slowly and focused on Radditz's face. "What is it?" Vejita asked, yawning. Radditz said nothing at first, just stared at him until Vejita's brows furrowed and he squirmed under his guard and sensei's scrutiny. The look on the older Saiyajin's face was unreadable as he reached out one hand and gently gripped the back of Vejita's neck, drawing him close. Nose to nose with Radditz, Vejita held his breath, waiting. Nothing could have surprised the young Ouji more than the soft brush of lips against his own. His eyes widened.

//Radditz!?//

//It's all right. Just relax.//

Even in his head, Radditz's voice sounded different. Confused, Vejita was still puzzling over the change in his guard. He was surprised yet again with another kiss, this one harder than the first. Radditz was still holding his neck and his other hand was sliding down Vejita's back, to the base of his tail. Vejita started when strong fingers began massaging his tail and the prince began to purr, almost immediately. His eyes closed and his mouth opened, granting access to the tongue that demanded entrance. Vejita's body began to hum as his smaller tongue warred with Radditz's, fighting for dominance. Radditz granted it, for the moment, allowing the Ouji to explore his mouth, arms twining around his neck, slender body pressing close. Vejita's arousal had been almost immediate once Radditz had found his tail. Skilled fingers were bringing pleasure, sending electricity up and down the young Saiyajin's spine, just with a simple touch. The boy's tail was wrapped around Radditz's forearm, as if to keep his hand in place at it's base. He could feel Vejita's arousal through the thin sleeping pants the boy was wearing. The Ouji's heart was thundering, his blood heated as he kissed Radditz, aggressively now, his hands buried in that thick black mane. Radditz's fingers slowed and finally stilled on his tail and Vejita whimpered his protest.

//Don't stop!//

//Do you understand what is happening here?//

//I don't care!//

Radditz let the subject drop, for the moment, continuing his stroking of Vejita's tail. Slowly, though, he released the boy's neck and let his hand trail down the smooth expanse of silken skin and under the waistband of the loose pants. Vejita moaned, softly, into Radditz's mouth as the strong, incredibly gentle touch found his hardened length and began to stroke it.

He came within moments, his young body unaccustomed to erotic play. Saiyajin were sexual by nature and had they still been on Vejitasei, the Ouji would no doubt have pleasure slaves of his own, but as it was, the boy had never been touched in this manner. His senses were on overload and the cry was torn from his throat, a sound of pleasure and surprise as he spilled over Radditz's hand, soaking the pants with his essence.

Radditz relinquished his claim on Vejita's mouth and the boy let out a hoarse sound of protest. The prince's purring continued, though, as the skilled lips and tongue moved to his throat and sure, powerful hands relieved both of them of their clothing. He didn't consciously understand exactly what was happening, but his blood did and so did his body, becoming ready again quickly at the brush of Radditz's fingers. The older Saiyajin was nipping and tasting his way down the Ouji's neck, to the slender, but well defined chest, stopping to scrape his teeth over sensitive nipples, drawing just the barest amount of blood to the surface. Vejita moaned again when Radditz licked the blood from his skin, rasping his tongue over the flat brown disc once more. His hands slid down Vejita's belly, becoming slick with the Ouji's own seed. Radditz stroked Vejita's length with one hand and moved the other lower, to the boy's opening, one finger circling, pressing gently.

Vejita's mouth opened and his spine arched as Radditz's finger slid round his virgin opening, sending new sensations shooting through his young body. Vejita's hands slid down the broad, perfectly sculpted chest and stomach of the Saiyajin warrior before him, eagerly exploring, needing to touch, to feel, to taste, he realized. Leaning forward, Vejita allowed his instincts to guide him, closing his teeth gently over Radditz's earlobe and nipping, lightly, his tongue darting out to taste the slightly salty skin. Radditz drew a sharp breath as the exploration continued. Vejita's hands found his arousal, slender fingers wrapping around the hard length, tracing over the head and stroking the shaft with skill born of pure curiosity, the need to feel all of him, to know him. One sharpened canine pierced the skin of Radditz's ear and Vejita lapped at the thick, coppery liquid, eagerly, the taste and scent of blood heating his lust further.

Radditz's finger slid into the tight opening, just a little, still moving in a circle, lubricating, stretching, slowly, readying his Ouji for what would come. A small whimper came from Vejita's throat, and even he wasn't sure if it was a sound of pleasure or pain. His mouth on Radditz's ear had stilled and Radditz's hand left the boy's arousal, to stroke his tail once more, in comfort and in an effort to take his mind from what pain the finger that was readying him was causing.

As the erotic lightening began once more, shooting from the base of his tail, up his spine, Vejita purred again, releasing Radditz's ear and leaning his forehead on the older Saiyajin's shoulder. Something furry brushed his cheek and he was startled to realize it was Radditz's tail. He leaned into the soft touch, one of the most intimate between Saiyajins. Tails were nothing short of sacred and to be caressed by one was rare.

Radditz concentrated on soothing his Ouji, with his touch on the boy's tail and also through the bond they shared. He felt the young body tense as his finger slipped all the way inside his caverns. Vejita's hand tightened on Radditz's arousal, then released it completely. Both palms slid up the battle-scarred chest and around his neck to tangle in the thick, soft black mane, fingers clenching as Radditz deepened his explorations, still slowly stretching the opening. Vejita's lips parted with a soft groan as Radditz found and stroked the boy's sweet spot. His face was buried in the curve of Radditz's shoulder and his breath was hot on the warrior's skin as he began to pant. Their bodies were pressed together, the semen that still glistened on the Ouji's stomach coating Radditz's length, the boy's harsh breathing causing enough friction to cause Radditz to grit his teeth. Before Vejita reached completion, Radditz removed his finger and smoothly repositioned them so that the young Ouji was below him on the bed, his slender legs wrapped around the larger waist, the blunt head of the older Saiyajin's arousal pressing against his opening. Vejita's hands in Radditz's hair tightened and his body tensed.

//Radditz?//

//Relax, Ouji-sama. The pain will be brief.//

Slicked with Vejita's own seed, Radditz slowly pressed into the virgin caverns. Vejita's spine arched and his mouth opened in a silent cry of pain as the thick length penetrated him, filling him completely. Radditz kissed the open mouth, gently, in apology, as he buried himself to the hilt in the incredibly tight heat. The Ouji was trembling, and he could feel a trickle of blood run down his skin, onto the sheets as his flesh tore a little, unable to stretch enough to accommodate the size of a mature Saiyajin warrior. Then Radditz was inside him, his hand on the back of Vejita's neck in a viselike grip, his other arm wrapped tightly around the slender waist, holding the smaller body against his own. Both of them were breathing hard, Radditz in the fight for control and Vejita in pain. Moving slowly, Radditz withdrew, almost completely and thrust back in.

It was as if a switch had been thrown. Radditz found his sweet spot again and all thoughts of pain disappeared. Vejita let out a soft cry of pleasure and his hips bucked, meeting Radditz's next thrust, needing to felt that incredible sensation again. The small amount of blood had helped lubricate him and what pain there was as Radditz moved was nothing compared to the waves of pure ecstasy that were rolling through his young body. His hands were still fisted in Radditz's hair and he pulled, drawing the older Saiyajin's head back, exposing his throat. His face was still buried against the hot flesh of Radditz's neck and Vejita moved his mouth to the soft skin of his throat, licking and nuzzling, before drawing his lips back and baring his teeth. Radditz felt he movement and slid his hand up from the back of Vejita's neck, gripping the baby-fine black hair and drawing the boy's mouth away from him. Vejita growled and tugged against the hand that restrained him, his instincts urging him to sink his teeth into that flesh, to taste the blood and drink deeply. Still Radditz held him back.

//No, Ouji-sama. Not that.// His voice was gentle in Vejita's head and the boy snarled.

//Let me go, Radditz!//

//Not me, Vejita. Someday, you will find someone worthy of your claim.//

Vejita still fought Radditz's hold, but was distracted by the ache that was building in his loins. The older Saiyajin's thrusts became faster and harder and his fingers bit into Vejita's skin, leaving small, crescent shaped cuts on his side as he crushed the slender body to him.

Vejita screamed as he came, spilling his seed onto himself and Radditz, where they were pressed together. Radditz quickly followed him, releasing his essence into Vejita, a primal roar torn from his throat before he collapsed and rolled to the side to avoid crushing the boy beneath him. Still clinging to him, Vejita rolled as well, until their positions were reversed and he was lying completely on top of the large warrior, Radditz still buried inside him. Both of them were breathing raggedly and Vejita was trembling all over, his heart still pounding as he laid his cheek against Radditz's chest. The older Saiyajin released his tight hold on the Ouji, stroking long paths down his back, over the soft cheek and down his legs, drawn up on either side of him. His tail was twined around the length of Vejita's, the two furry appendages lying to one side of them.

Vejita closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of Radditz and himself and blood and sex. He could hear the strong beating of the Saiyajin warrior's heart and his reassuring touch was gentle on his skin.

//Why?// The boy's voice was soft in Radditz's mind and he raised one hand to clasp his Ouji's head to his chest, his fingers threading through the ebony locks.

//I am to take you to Frieza tomorrow evening.// There was pain there, regret and anger. Vejita felt the whirl of strong emotions through the bond they shared, felt Radditz's need to protect him, to save him from as much pain as possible. He understood Radditz's desire to make sure that Vejita's first sexual encounter was made, if not in love, at least in true affection.

//Arigato, Radditz.//

Radditz heard the words of gratitude and said nothing, just continued to run his hands over the boy's body, his touch soothing, until Vejita slept, escaping, for a short time, the future that awaited him.