Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lesser of Two Evils ❯ Venomous ( Chapter 16 )

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Lesser of Two Evils
By Pixelgoddess

Pairings – Radditz/Piccolo to start
Warning – Sex, smut, violence. You know – the usual. BDSM, Torture. Cannibalism? Possible squick. Character death – but you might like it. Yaoi – as in M/M, with hints of non-con.
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Summary – The first person Radditz meets on Earth is Demon Lord Piccolo, resulting in a frenzy of violent sex and violent death as the pair submits to their darkest passions.

Chapter 16 - Venomous

Vegeta cries out this time as I break his other leg. Through some trial and error I have discovered it takes at least four broken bones in rapid succession to get any kind of sound out of him.

“I told you monkey,” I explain patiently, twisting the broken limbs until the bones rip through the flesh, “You are not strong. You are a weakling I have chosen to spare because you amuse me.”

Nappa makes a sound that might be pain or might be protest – it’s difficult to tell with the way his jaw has been shattered. All he can do is writhe in the bonds coiled tightly around his body, forcing him to watch as I teach the little prince who has the most power.

“What is it, little one?” I ask quietly, nails of one hand digging into his groin while the other gently strokes his tail. His growls stutter into whines as I focus on the delicate touch. “Are you eager for me to fuck you?”

Radditz makes a growl, but doesn’t break from his kneeling bow.

I chuckle, “I do believe my pet is jealous.” I glance over at my pet, seeming to ignore Vegeta. I feel the prince relax slightly under my hand; before he realizes what I am doing I take his arm and twist it completely around in its socket. This time he screams.

I smile and take his other arm, preparing to repeat the process. “Say it monkey. That’s all you have to do.”

Vegeta growls and pants as I slowly add pressure to the joint.

“If you don’t, I swear I will rip your limbs off one by one,” I promise, popping the shoulder out of its socket. “The senzu might not heal that – do you want to risk it?”

“Please Vegeta,” Radditz whispers, “It’s only words…” he says under his breath.

“I’m weak!” Vegeta finally groans.

“Finish it monkey,” I say, crushing the bones of his hand.

“I’m weaker than you. You will always be stronger – Master,” he spits.

“There,” I say, deliberately dropping his damaged limb in a painful, impossible position. “That wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

I leave the broken monkey and stride over to my pet, pulling to his feet by his hair. He purrs and rubs his body against mine. I smirk, “So well behaved.”

“Thank you Master,” he says, lowering his head to kiss me, wisely hesitating a moment to give me an opportunity to refuse. I decide to permit it, lowering my ki enough for me to feel it as his arms wrap around me with increasing pressure. I can’t help but moan into his mouth at the wonderful pain when I can feel ribs snap from the force of his embrace. “I want to fuck you,” he growls, biting into my ear, sucking at the blood.

I’m tempted – the idea of being fucked by my pet while these crippled and imprisoned monkeys are forced to watch makes my cock twitch with anticipation. However – I must have priorities. “You will pet – later.”

He scowls and releases me – it’s as if I’ve taken his bone away.

“So pet,” I say, suppressing a groan of ecstasy at the way the broken ribs press and stab my lungs and sides, “Do you think little Vegeta has learned his lesson?” I look back over my shoulder where the prince lies bleeding and gasping in agony, unable to move or even breathe without causing himself even more pain. “Have you Vegeta? Have you really learned your lesson?”

“I’m sure he has, Master. Your strength is overwhelming.”

“What do you say little prince?” I insist. These little uprisings of his have to stop – he will learn his place if I have to break him.

“Yes,” he grates out. “I’ve learned.”

“Give him this.” I hand Radditz a senzu.

“And Nappa?”

I glare at the still struggling giant. “I haven’t decided yet if I’m going to let him live.” His loyalty to Vegeta is a problem, but somehow I get the sense if I did kill the idiot I would find it harder to control the prince.

Vegeta approaches, his power increased yet again. I wonder how much higher I can make his ki. He could be my trophy; a deadly creature to everyone else but a weak pet to me.

“Come, Vegeta. Stand beside me while I decide what to do about this fool.” When he is close enough, I reach an arm across his shoulder, pulling him close as if we were friends. He tenses, but does not object. “Any suggestions?” I smirk, enjoying the alarmed expression on Nappa’s face. “The ape refuses to learn his place.”

“He will obey you Lord Piccolo,” Vegeta promises, his tail thrashing angrily.

“But I must be sure Vegeta,” I say silkily as a perfect method of guaranteeing his good behavior comes to mind. “Perhaps I should castrate him,” I say, bending down and reaching for his balls, “that always seems to work for making pets more docile and obedient.”

I grin as Nappa makes a panicked whine and tries to wriggle away.

“Lord P-,” Vegeta begins before biting off his protest.

“What? You object?” I bend back down to Nappa’s damaged face, “Very well ape – you may keep your balls for now. But know this. Any time you misbehave, Vegeta will take your punishment. His health – his life,” I bare my fangs, “his balls – are in your hands.”

The little monkey inhales in alarm before glaring at the ape in warning.

I free the ape and toss a senzu to Vegeta. “It would be in your best interests to make sure he remembers that.”

I check the radar again to verify the location. “That’s the end of the lesson for now pets – we’ve delayed long enough. It’s time to find a dragonball."

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“Who are these weaklings?” I ask as we near a Namek village. There are several aliens in armor similar to what the Saiyans are wearing, apparently terrorizing a group of Nameks.

“No one important,” Vegeta growls, “Just some of Frieza’s flunkies.”

“Like you?” I ask, anticipating his annoyed reaction. I’m not disappointed; it flashes across his face, but he’s finally learned not to say anything. I hope I don’t end up having to completely break him; I don’t want him to be completely dull and submissive – his continuing helpless anger and frustration amuses me.

I chuckle, “Tell you what, little prince, you’ve been behaving yourself since the lesson so I’ll let you help me kill them.”

Vegeta scowls at me before glancing at the aliens and grinning. It’s a sure bet he doesn’t like them and sees the perfect opportunity for revenge. “With pleasure,” he says, firing a beam of ki directly between the eyes of one of them.

“Not bad,” I say, “Nice accuracy. How about this?” I fire my own bolt into the third eye of one of the ugly bastards, burning straight through his skull and into the soldier behind him.

The aliens spin around in confusion and shock, trying to determine where the surprise attack came from. I don’t bother trying to hide from the fools, strolling forward, ignoring the pitiful attempts at retaliation as the Saiyans get down to the pleasurable business of butchery. I spot the one who thinks he is their leader – some blue four-eyed freak – and advance on him.

“You fucking Namek,” he snaps, “You’re going to die for this – you and those damn Saiyan traitors.”

I laugh. He might be stronger than Radditz was when we first met, but he is nothing compared to me. “Try.”

He fires a burst of ki, so meaningless to be not worth the wave of my hand I make to dissipate it. He does have the intelligence to instantly realize he is outclassed and tries to call for backup on his scouter.

“I don’t think so,” I growl, stretching an arm out to capture his hand, crushing the bones to powder, laughing at his agonized scream. “Radditz!” I call, “Is this scouter any good?”

My pet glances over at the alien at my feet. “No – it’s old. He’s a nobody.”

“Thought so,” I say, stepping on it, crushing the scouter and the skull beneath it.

I glance around, noting with a certain amount of pride how efficient and deadly my monkeys are. Vegeta is killing with the minimum of ki and my pet displays a deadly grace in his attacks. Nappa, on the other hand, appears to be taking out his pent-up anger on the creatures. He has managed to surround himself with a bloody pile of corpses, limbs strewn everywhere in a spray of blood and bone.

It’s all over in a matter of minutes, the ground stained by many colors of blood and gore. The surviving Nameks are staring at the resulting carnage in shock and relief at being rescued. I almost laugh at the idea of my monkeys and I saving anyone.

“That’s enough,” I command, bringing my Saiyans to my side with a gesture. Radditz is grinning – it’s the first time he’s truly had the opportunity to use his new power and he obviously enjoyed himself. Vegeta is glancing at the corpses, arms crossed, nodding in satisfaction. Nappa is the last to return to the fold, breathing hard and chuckling at the results of his efforts. “Enjoy yourself?” I ask him; if butchery is all it takes to ensure his good behavior I can provide him with many opportunities.

He glances at me in surprise at being caught, before agreeing, “Yes-,” a quick glance at Vegeta who nods, “-Master.”

I bare my teeth in satisfaction – the monkeys are finally beginning to accept their roles in my new order.

A tiny old Namek approaches; considering how he is ringed by some others he is probably the leader of the village. “Thank you for saving us. They were just too strong for anyone, even our greatest warriors.”

“So I noticed,” I say, gesturing at the Namek bodies mixed in with the alien soldiers. “Did they get the dragonball?”

He shakes his head emphatically, “No. You arrived just in time.”

“Good. Give it to me then. You obviously aren’t capable of protecting it.”

“But…” the old man sputters.

“Look you fool,” Radditz interrupts, “Your planet has been invaded. There are more of these guys around, and when we leave they’re just going to come take it from you anyway. We can protect it, you can’t.”

“It is our duty-”

“Fuck duty,” Vegeta growls, “It won’t mean a damn thing to Frieza. If he gets hold of them he’ll be able to control the entire universe.”

I smirk at my pets, pleased with how they are working with me, not against me. Perhaps I will reward them again with more power once I get this dragonball.

“He will not be able to,” the old man says, “He does not know the secret.”

“What?” I snap, “That the wish needs to be made in Namekian? Big secret. How difficult would it be for him to force one of these brats to do it for him?” The old man pales; he apparently hadn’t considered that possibility. “Give me the damn thing.”

He spends a moment considering, before nodding to one of the Nameks standing behind him. “Very well.” I am surprised at the size of the dragonball when it is finally brought from its hiding place; it’s much larger than those on Earth. The old man brings it to me, holding it in his hands like some treasure. “You will not allow it to fall into their hands?”

“I guarantee it,” I chuckle as I take it from him. The moment it is in my possession I fire a blast, destroying him and the surrounding slugs. The horrified shouts from the survivors are a wonderful thing; I will miss the sound when they are all dead and bleeding at my feet.

“Master?” Radditz asks.

“Hold this,” I say, tossing him the dragonball. “You three stay here – these are mine.” I move faster than the surviving Namek warriors can see, plunging my hands into the two nearest, ripping their hearts out. I deliberately slow enough as they collapse for the last three to see what I have done. One wastes his time roaring with anger, quickly cut off as I tear his throat out, silencing the insect permanently. The last two have enough intelligence to realize they cannot just rush me and live, and hesitate a moment.

I smirk and raise a ki-filled hand, moving as if I intend to attack the pair with it before snapping my outstretched arm to the side, burning down half of the villagers. The gesture accomplishes what I want, and the fighters rush towards me, separating at the last minute as if to outflank me. It does them no good as my powerful kick crushes the skull of one of them. I let the momentum of my attack carry me through, spinning to snap the spine of the last fighter. He collapses to the ground in a scream of agony, all resistance gone.

I stare down at the crippled Namek and scowl. It is embarrassing to claim any kind of kinship with such weaklings; it is no wonder my sire left this planet – there is no challenge here. I hate the idea of soiling my mind with contact with any of these slugs, but I need more current information than my sire’s memories can provide.

“Radditz,” I call out, not taking my eyes off the broken Namek, ignoring his laughable attempts to move, “Kill the rest of these vermin.”

“What’s your name?” I demand, rolling him on his back, ignoring his agonized moan. He just glares, refusing to answer. I growl and step on his leg, crushing the bones. “You should feel honored I am asking, insect.” I step over him, crouching over his stomach, baring my teeth. “You might as well tell me, you know; I guarantee you will not die before you tell me - and you have many more bones and organs I can destroy. You have no concept of what pain is, but I promise you will.” I reach down and grab his groin, piercing the flesh.

“Nail!” he gasps, barely holding back a scream.

“See,” I chuckle, releasing my hold, “Wasn’t that simple?”

“You have no honor,” he growls.

“Honor?” I laugh, “Who needs honor when you have power?” I put my hand against his chest and start to pull his energy away.

“You can’t,” he protests, trying in vain to push my hand away, “It’s not possible. I haven’t given my permission.”

“Want to bet?” I sneer, draining him empty in a rush of ki. He seems to wilt before fading, so defeated even his body vanishes.

Radditz returns, looking at me in confusion as I rise to my feet.

“Master – what did you do?”

I take a deep breath, pushing down the last traces of the mind of Nail as he makes one last useless struggle to exert his personality.

“Fusion. It has been centuries since my sire left this rock – I have need of current intelligence.” I spend a moment sorting through the knowledge I just gained. “Three wishes… I had forgotten that. I always knew Kami was a weak bastard. This works out even better.”

“What will you wish for?” Radditz asks.

“The possibilities are endless,” I muse. “Immortality… I don’t believe it is possible for me to gain any more power. Control of the universe…” I chuckle, “Perhaps, pet, I should bring your weakling of a brother back to life – make him my slave.”

Vegeta looks stunned, “You can do that? Bring people back from the dead?”

“There are few limits on what the dragonballs can do. Except…” I scowl as I compare the Earth and Namek dragonballs, “Namek’s can only bring back one person at a time. Earth’s could restore as many as you wanted.” I smirk to myself as I consider the possibilities – killing an entire population and restoring them to life just to torture them to death again. With eternal life and power I could destroy and revive galaxies, demanding their worship or promising their death. “Perhaps I should find a Namek who can restore Earth’s dragonballs – that could be a useful wish to have.”

“Is that possible…Master?” Nappa asks, biting the term as if it tastes bitter.

“Of course it is monkey. I destroyed Kami, not the figure of the dragon or the balls… all I’d need is someone who would obey me.”

“That shouldn’t be too difficult to achieve Master,” Radditz says.

“No,” I say thoughtfully, interpreting some changes in the surrounding ki. I wonder to myself how long it will take my monkeys to understand it. Vegeta appears to be the first, falling silent and looking around in intense concentration.

Radditz notices the change in the prince’s demeanor and begins his own search. “This could be a problem,” he mutters to himself.

Nappa is the last to notice; not even realizing we are being approached by fighters until his scouter belatedly alerts him. He turns on the communicator and listens for a moment. “Dodoria… and Zarbon. They’re looking for us. Our pods have been found.”

Vegeta shrugs, “It was just a matter of time. Neither one is a threat to us now.”

“And you have me to thank for that,” I smirk. Vegeta grimaces but doesn’t disagree.

“Zarbon… Isn’t that the pretty boy you like to fuck, pet?”

Radditz grins, “Yes Master.”

“And the other one?”

“Dodoria’s an ugly bastard,” Nappa growls. “No one wants to fuck him – not even the damn lizard.”

I check the radar again as I decide what will be the most entertaining method of dealing with this situation. “They have a dragonball…” I glance over at Vegeta and make my decision, “Pet, you and the ape will deal with them. Kill Dodoria. If you can convince Zarbon to cooperate, you may keep him for a toy – perhaps I will try him myself. If not – kill him. No matter what, I want that dragonball.”

“And Prince Vegeta?” Radditz cautiously asks. “He’ll be with us?”

“Vegeta will stay here with me,” I smirk.

The little prince looks slightly alarmed when I reach over to capture his tail; a few gentle strokes later and I hear his involuntary purr. Nappa growls protectively, but wisely enough, offers no other resistance.

“You have your orders, Nappa,” Vegeta snaps, glaring at the ape. I stroke his tail again and he shudders, biting back a moan. “Radditz has no problems following the plan,” he hisses, struggling to stay on his feet, “Why do you?”

“Plan?” I ask curiously, watching as Vegeta’s face flushes with pleasure at my touch.

“Your plan, Master,” Radditz explains, “To gain the dragonballs and ultimate power.”

I smile, pleased with my pet’s loyalty.

“I am sorry, Your Highness,” Nappa apologizes, bowing to the prince.

Vegeta growls when I squeeze his tail in annoyance. “Not me, stupid. Apologize to our Master.”

Nappa goes red in embarrassment. “I’m sorry Master,” he says, bowing deeply, “Of course I will follow the plan. Please forgive me.”

“Then what are you waiting for, fool?” I demand, adding more pressure to Vegeta’s tail in warning. “You have your orders – leave us.”

I watch them leave and turn back to the little prince. “Alone at last,” I smirk.

TBC