Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lollirot ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

They put him in the straight jacket again. Whenever he doesn't sleep for over 48 hours, they put him in the stupid padded room and lock him up in the jacket. He was just trying to reach… someone…

 

“RADDITTZZ!!!!” He screamed, struggling and kicking on the ground. “AHHHH, DAMNIT!!!! Shit, piss, cunt, fuck!!! GAH!!” He hated getting frustrated; it always led to having a dirty mouth and angry doctors at him.

 

Vegeta sighed heavily, and gave up, falling down to the white padded floor. He closed his eyes, wishing he could get out of this place. He needed to find Raditz, he WANTED to find him.

 

Thinking of his helplessness, he screamed the name `Raditz' again. He was too tired to throw himself into the walls anymore, so he stayed where he was, on the floor in the straight jacket. He couldn't even use his hands to throw energy balls at this stupid room, or the stupid people in their stupid funny white clothes and clipboards.

 

Vegeta growled softly as he heard the metal door open, and a man in a long white coat entered, shaking his head a little as he saw his patient's condition.

 

“Vegeta, mind your manners, you know you're not supposed to swear like that. Are you going to actually talk to me today?” the man inquired.

 

Vegeta tried to sit up against the wall, only to have a little trouble because of the jacket.

 

“Ya know, it's really difficult to play with myself in this thing.” He snarled.

 

The doctor didn't laugh, or smile, nor even frown. He knew not to give that behavior any attention because it only encouraged him. Don't be intimidated, he reminded himself, still not showing any emotion.

 

“Vegeta, why don't you tell me something? Let's start from the beginning.” The doctor brought in a small sitting stool in with him, for he knew this session was going to be a long one. Scratching at his grey mustache, he pulled his clipboard and pen out, getting comfortable on the stool, and waiting for Vegeta to start.

 

The Saiyan prince grumbled quietly to himself as he knew it was futile to ignore him. Finally sitting up, with his back against the wall, he spread his legs in front of him, glaring at the old man to let him know that he was NOT happy about this whole ordeal. He hated this human with a fiery passion, damnit, and he didn't want to talk about anything. Vegeta's been pestered enough with these damn doctors, why couldn't they just understand that he wanted to be left alone.

 

The brunette frowned as he tried to think of the “Beginning”; well he wasn't quite sure what he meant by that though. He's a little confused as to why he's in this place. He remembers being angry with Zarbon about something, and little bits of fighting entered his brain when he thought about it. Fighting for what? He wasn't sure.

 

He knows that he was waiting for Raditz to return from Earth with Kakarot, and he knew he was pissed about him going against his orders. Tipping his head back, he bought some time to ignore the old man that wanted information.

 

“Well?” He heard him ask quietly.

 

“I was waiting for Raditz to come back.” There, he said something, now leave him alone.

 

His Saiyan ears picked up the faintest sound of the doctor's pen scribbled something down on paper.

 

“And?”

 

Vegeta growled at him, falling onto his stomach, and he suddenly felt drained of his energy.

 

“He left to go get his brother, Kakarot, and I was pissed that he went against my orders and went alone.” In his mind, he silently played out scenarios in slowly killing this doctor man,

 

“Why were you mad at him?”

 

Vegeta frowned, didn't he just say why?

 

“Because he fucking disobeyed his prince!” He spat.

 

The doctor paused before writing something down in his clipboard. Clearing his throat a little, he brushed his mustache with the pad of his thumb and adjusted his glasses.

 

“You're a prince?”

 

Vegeta groaned as he felt a headache begin right in the middle of his forehead. He rolled onto his back to stare up at the lights that flickered a little.

 

“I am the prince of all Saiyans.” He stated simply.

 

The doctor dropped his clipboard into his lap and stared at Vegeta in disbelief.

 

“And, what are `Saiyans'? Is Raditz a `Saiyan'?”

 

“Saiyans are a proud warrior race. We live to fight. Our blood calls to war by the moon light.” Vegeta puffed with pride. “Saiyans have tails, you know.”

 

He frowned as he rolled over on his side in the straight jacket. He didn't have his tail anymore, but he can't remember why or when his tail got removed. Did it get cut off somewhere? He didn't remember. Suddenly, he wishes he could see his tail scar, just to remind himself that he really is Saiyan.

 

“Tails? Did Raditz have a… tail?” The doctor asked. He's not really sure if Vegeta is making this up, or if he's telling the truth.

 

“Yeah.” Vegeta smirked a little as he remember the fuzzy appendage. “Every time we had sex, I'd tickle the scent glands at the base of his tail, and he'd come on the spot.” He grinned wickedly, knowing full well that this human would squirm at any sexual reference.

 

“Vegeta! I don't think it's very appropriate to say such things.” The old man snapped, coughing a little to regain his posture.

 

“Oh, come off it, old man! I know damn well that you like hearing that kind of stuff, so shuve it and ask another fucking question,” The Saiyan laughed.

 

“Ahem… right then… what did Raditz look like? Who was he and why do you only remember him?”

Vegeta rubbed his face on his shoulder to get the annoying itch that nagged at a small spot on his cheek. He growled a little, annoyed that he couldn't use his hands. He sighed and grumbled a little at the man's questioning.

 

Rolling over onto his stomach, he tried to get as comfortable as he could with laying on his strapped in arms. Cheek against the padded floor, he glanced over to the doctor.

 

“Raditz… he was strong, but not stronger than me. He had long black spiky hair….” He closed his eyes as he imagined Raditz standing in front of him, with his thick auburn tail waving mischievously behind him, then moving to run along his sculpted body.

 

Vegeta moaned softly as his imagination tortured him with images of his mate.

 

“Mmmmm… I think his hands were one of the best things he had… well, and his ass.” The Saiyan grinned and rolled his hips on the ground in a sexual manner.

 

“Vegeta!” The doctor tried to protest, blushing madly.

 

“Hn? Oh and his hair! After we fucked, I used to burry my face into his long black spikes. Smelled so good…” He purred loudly as he bucked a little harder into the padded floor.

 

“Vegeta, stop it! This instant! I need for you to talk, not give me a floor show!” The doctor got up from his chair and stalked over to where Vegeta was humping the floor. He picked him up from the collar of his jacket, and pushed him up and against the floor, trying NOT to look at the bulge in the Saiyan's pants.

The prince cackled and stared up at the doctor lustfully. “Do you want to have sex?”

 

“No, I do not! I am a married man, with children! Now, where were we?” The docor grabbed his stool and sat a little closer to Vegeta, just to make sure he wouldn't try humping anything again.

 

The Saiyan snorted, “You lie, human, I can smell it on you.”

“”Don't start Vegeta.” The old man said firmly. “So, now we know that you are gay.” The doctor jotted down some notes onto his clipboard.

 

Vegeta frowned at the assumption the doctor made. He wrinkled his nose and glared at the other man.

 

“No, I'm not happy.”

 

“Excuse me?” The doctor furrowed his eyebrows in question.

 

“You asked if I was happy, and I answer. Dipshit.” He mumbled the last part under his breath.

 

“No, no, I said that you are a homosexual. Gay; that also means that you are attracted to the same sex.” The doctor informed.

 

“That is incorrect.” Vegeta crosses his legs underneath him, sitting lotus style. “I am not a homosexual, because I CAN'T be one. Reason for that is I am not a homo, term used for homosapeian, which in turn means HUMAN… MANKIND. I'm not human. Secondly, I hate people, and I spend enough time trying NOT to touch them as I can. Raditz has been the only person that I can be involved in with sexually or emotionally. So, eat my shit, gramps!” He growled at the stupidity of other races.

 

The doctor looked stunned at this point, and decided that he had to wrap this up. Turning to his clipboard, he scribbled some stuff down and gathered his things, nodding to Vegeta.

 

“Alright then, Vegeta, tomorrow you'll be able to come out of here if you behave yourself. I really think we got SOMEwhere today. See you next week!” The doctor smiled before leaving and locking the door.

 

“Damn…” The Saiyan sighed and flopped over onto his side. How in the hell did he get here? His arms were getting sore, and he wanted out of here. Maybe he could comply just for once, besides he was dead tired now. Grumbling obscenities to himself, he closed his eyes, forcing himself to go to sleep.