Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Past To Future ❯ Kiddnapping ( Chapter 1 )

CHAPTER ONE: TRADING AND TRAINING

THE GREAT AKAIKO: I am starting a new story. But before you start to read it, you must understand that this is a very violent, very graphic story. In fact, I think this might give some people night mares if I can fined the ability to describe my own twisted world Vegeta grew up in Three will be no humor in this story. There will be no weak rapes in this story, not like my other story. This will be full blown Rape, pain, killing, violence, blood, guts.

Raditzu: The cast of characters will be as follows. Raditzu, Vegeta, Goku, Chichi, Bulma, Kuririn, Piccolo, Napa, Furiza, Jaisu, Zarubon, and a few more that will be mentioned latter.

Vegeta: The disclaimers now. Mistress Akaiko does not own any of the above characters, she doesn't own the original story plot of DBZ, she doesn't own the seatings, such as Bejita Sei or Namiku Sei.

Goku: The only thing she owns is her own story plot, which was inspired by a few of those old, "Rape Vegeta until he is insane and turn him loose on Kakkarot and watch them fall in love" stories.

THE GREAT AKAIKO: I have warned you, and I will warn you again!

THIS CONTAINS MALE ON MALE RELATIONSHIPS AS WELL AS MEN RAPING OTHER MEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you are offended, then do not read, please do not be a myopic idiot and get me kicked off of this website for the fifth time! I am about sick of having my freedom of speech revoked in the civilian world. If you want to be an ass, it won't stop me, I will just repost so don't waist your time! Also, the language in this story is MINE, and MINE alone. PLEASE do not repeat it, make your own, it isn't that hard. Every one already has a language of their own. It's called body language, writing style, dialect, what ever the hell you want call it. SO don't STEAL MINE! That being said, let the story begin!

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Vegeta opened his eyes, sitting up in the dark. Something had woken him up, he wasn't sure what it was but he was scared. Glancing around his large dark room he tried to pinpoint what the disturbance was; something just didn't sit right with him.

Scooting out of bed, the slender seven year old landed on the cold marble floor. Getting his bearings, he padded silently towards the door of his royal chambers. He could hear someone out there and knew it wasn't the guards.

"We had a deal," A cold voice hissed serpent like.

Vegeta didn't recognize that voice but he knew instantly- he didn't like the person who it belonged to. Shivering the small prince pressed his ear to the door, listening.

"I don't care Furiza! He is MY son!"

Vegeta's eyes widened in the dark, he recognized the voice of his father. Who was he talking to, who was this Furiza. Surely he should remember him, he was present during all of his father's dealings with outside races. It was part of his schooling to become the future king, he always sat with his father for every little meeting.

"Make him Leave Sha," A female voice whispered, sounding frightened and strained. "I don't like him being this close to Vegeta."

Mom? Vegeta wondered in surprise. His mother never wondered the halls this late at night, and she sure as hell never stood by the king's side when he was in a meeting with foreign ambassadors. She hated politics, she said it was an incredible waist of time and that it was frightfully boring to her.

"Are you and your woman going to stop me," That cold voice asked with a great deal of amusement, "Or is that why you brought her? To have her fight your battles for you? How weak!"

Vegeta growled silently from where he stood, how dare someone call his father weak! He hoped his father blasted the bastard into the next dimension for saying such things. Pressing closer to the door, he heard some sort of movement.

"Let her go Furiza," His father's normally calm voice cracked, fright lacing through his gravelly tone.

"The deal was. . . " The nasty reptilian voice growled, "That you hand over your most prized warriors. Are you back peddling on the deal? Do you want to get me mad! BECAUSE YOU ARE STARTING TO PISS ME OFF!"

Backing away from the door, Vegeta stared at the door while he rubbed his ear. The pitch of that voice still ringing in his ears. Most Prized warriors? He didn't mean his Raditzu, did they? He glanced over his shoulder to the other set of doors that led out of his room.

Dashing silently towards the doors, he threw them open, charging into the other's room. "Raditzu! Raditzu! RADITZU! WAKE UP!"

He pounced onto the large bed, pulling and tugging at the covers and unfortunately at his guard's long hair. "Wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup!"

"HUSH!" Raditzu growled, sitting up at last, clapping a hand gently over the prince's mouth. "What is it?"

Vegeta blushed, his childhood crush on the older guard heating up at once. When he felt the hand move away, he was once again babbling. "Father, father is outside the door! He is arguing with some vile form of life and he wants to take all of the skilled warriors away! Raditzu, you can't leave me! You cant! I love you Raditzu!" He flung his arms around the warrior's bear torso, near tears "You won't let him take you away, will you?"

"Will you shut that brat up?" A rumbling voice growled from beside Raditzu.

"I am trying to Napa," Raditzu sighed, cradling the seven year old in his arms. "Now slow down at tell me what is happening my prince. Were you having a bad dream?"

The prince shook his head violently, pointing back towards the doors that still stood wide open. "Father is outside my room, he is arguing with someone. You've got to come!" He hopped out of Raditzu's arms, landing gracefully on the floor, dashing back the way he had come.

Heaving a sigh, Raditzu rolled his eyes, dragging himself from bed. "I'll be right back honey," He whispered, leaning over to brush his lips over Napa's. Purring when he felt a soft tail slide up his bear hip, "Not now, Prince Vegeta has had a nightmare, I've got to calm him down."

"M'kay," Napa said sleepily, already falling back asleep, his arms wrapped around a pillow to replace the absence of Raditzu.

Smirking at his sleeping mate, he pulled on a pare of sweat pants and followed the Prince out into the huge royal bed chambers.

Raditzu's eyes landed on a sight that had him instantly drawing his ki to him, rage filtering into his blood. Some filthy manner of lizard stood in his Prince's room, standing near his Queen's limp body. His prince knelt at her side, eyes wide and filled with tears. The king stood between the thing and his family. "My king?" Raditzu asked, waiting for orders to kill the intruder.

"Stand down Raditzu," The king said in a strangled voice, his eyes never leaving the strange white beast.

"Raditzu!" The prince sobbed, the young child's normally stoic features melting with grief. "What's wrong with mommy? Daddy won't tell me!"

The royal guard edged his way towards the Prince, his senses flailing out, trying to find the Queen's warm ki. It wasn't there, her life was gone. Now standing so close, he could see the bruises that had formed before her death, the creature had strangled her, marring her beautiful lily white skin with sick black bruises. Feeling sickness well in his stomach, he scooped Vegeta up off of the cold floor. "I'll tell you latter, hush." He whispered, eyes locking with the creature's while he backed away, his Ki forming a protective shield around the prince.

"Hand the child to me and I won't kill you," The lizard said, as if speaking to an kitten or a puppy. Holding his arms out he strode up to Raditzu without fear, his tail slithering over the ground behind him. "Don't make me have to hurt you too."

"Dadddyyyyy," Vegeta wailed, trying to squirm out of Raditzu's arms, wanting his father to hold him. He was scared and he didn't want that weird man coming near him.

"Hush," Raditzu whispered in the Prince's ear, running a hand through the Royal's upswept hair, trying to calm him. His eyes darted to the dead woman laying sprawled on the floor and knew that she must have tried to stop this creature from entering her only child's room. Glancing to the king he waited for order. He would fight this beast to the death if he were ordered to, his life meant nothing to that of the King or the Prince.

"Captain, give Furiza the child," The king barked, sounding angry despite the fear that was still wrote heavily on his face. Raditzu's eyes snapped back to his leader, he couldn't have just given that order. . . His only son. Raditzu realized the King's eyes were beginning to glaze over with a fevered look; the look of madness. 'His mate is dead, he isn't in his right mind.' He thought, fear and panic washing over him in a tidal wave, making his knees weak and his stomach hurt.

"NO, nonononononononononononono! Daddy, I wanna stay with you!" Vegeta sobbed, despite Raditzu's command to remain silent. He began to squirm again, wanting nothing more than to feel his father's reassuring arms around him.

"NAPA!" Raditzu shouted over his shoulder, as well as over the mental bond he shared with the older Saiyan. Almost as if by magic the large, bald warrior appeared out of thin air, standing half dressed by Raditzu's shoulder. Holding Vegeta tighter, he wished the brat would stop struggling, he wasn't helping the situation at all. "Shut up Vegeta!"

"Napa, Tell this baka to let me down!" The prince wailed, his tail joining in the struggle to get free from Raditzu's strong arms.

"What's going on," He growled under his breath to the shorter Saiyan, his eyes darting from the hyper active child to the intruder in the Prince's chambers. He may have sounded stupid, but Raditzu knew the more seasoned warrior had a good grasp on the situation.

"Awwww. . . . The monkey called another dumb ape to help him." Furiza barked a laugh, glowering at the king, "Get the damned brat from them and hand him over! I don't want him hurt."

Napa snarled, coming to stand in front of his mate, "You dare to touch my mate. . . Your Highness. . . And I will be forced to go against my oath." He glowered at the king who was approaching them.

"I have better idea," The king said with a laugh, tears filling his eyes. "Take the three of them. Raditzu, Napa, Vegeta, they are the strongest warriors on this planet. . . Now. . . "

The wicked looking creature regarded the king, a small smirk beginning to play over it's features. "I think I shall." Furiza's attention turned back towards the two adults and the trembling child.

"Daddy! What are you talking about?" Vegeta balled, his struggles stopping, according to all he knew, his father was the strongest. Raditzu was only half of his father's strength and Napa was still a good deal bellow his father's levels. The whore struck seven year old's eyes widened in sudden realization. Their bond telling him all he needed to know, "No daddy! NO YOU CANT! Daddy! Don't kill yourself!" Vegeta went absolutely nuts, biting and scratching at Raditzu, trying to get to his father.

Growling, Napa turned around and grabbed Vegeta by the nap of his neck and held him away from his mate, "BRAT!" He spat, giving the wriggling child a hard slap.

The King turned his back on the sight, "Take good care of him." He mumbled, leaving the violence of the room, silently closing the door behind himself.

Vegeta burst into tears all over again, "I want my mommy and daddy! DON'T GO DADDY! HELP ME!" He sobbed, looking totally defeated. Raditzu took the crying child back into his arms and cradled him gently to his chest.

"Vegeta Sama, your momma's dead. . . " He said in a pain filled voice, tears stinging his own eyes, feeling the cub's fright and anger and grief. "And your father is better off following her." Glancing towards the door that the King had escaped out of, he wondered if he should retreat too. If he was by himself, he would have. But with Vegeta in his arms, he wasn't even going to risk making a step towards any sort of exit.

"ENOUGH!" Furiza growled, his tail snapping like a whip behind him, producing a frightening sound. In an instant the two adults and the crying child were surrounded by men of every shap, size and species. All of them wore the same armor and tight cloth that their master strutted in.

"MOOOOMMMMMMYYYYY!" Vegeta sobbed into Raditzu's neck, his slender hands fisting into Raditzu's hair.

Raditzu growled, the fur on his tail standing on end in warning when the guards were getting too close to him and Vegeta. He may not have been Vegeta's biological mother, but the bond he had with the child was just as strong. Saiyans were known to get deadly when their cubs were in danger. "I do not want a fight, but if you think of harming my mate or the Prince, I will." Raditzu hissed, his deadly anger seething in ever syllable.

"M-m-mommmmmyyyy, I want my mommmmmmmyyyyyyy!" The small cub continued to sob, drowning out the loud growlers radiating from the angry Saiyan. "Mommy."

Furiza raised a hand, making a hand gesture of some sort. It caught Napa's attention, his bulk sifting to stand between his mate and the invading leader "My threat extends to you- Shy'yadar. (1) Touch one hair on Raditzu's head and I will break your back so I can torture you to death. I'll rip you apart, cell by cell! Trathd'a re'coves Me'cuth suru, Sashte'n rashte'n Kahate'n! (2)"

Raditzu covered Vegeta's ears as best as he could, glaring at his mate for using such language around the Prince. It may have been a hopeless situation, but that didn't mean they abandoned their manors around the Royals.

The lizard began to laugh, his head tossing back with the pure mirth he exuded. Obviously he didn't understand Saiyago or he would have been angry with the cleverly rhymed curses Napa hurled. "You think you can take me! OH, that is RICH!" The beast howled, another hand gesture flowing into the natural body movements of the amused creature.

The prince had fallen silent, wide eyes fixed on the lizard. His whole body trembling despite the heat that surrounded him from Raditzu's sweating body. That laugh chilled him to the bone, filled his heart with fear and made him feel sick all at the same time. Now he knew for sure . . .this thing was pure evil.

Unease filled Raditzu's features and he began to look around at the circle of beings. "AHH!" Raditzu cried, pain flaring up his ankle. Staggering, he held the Prince tighter to his chest, his sight blurring and his knees giving out on him. He never saw the dart struck the back of his bear ankle, or the dart that took down his lover. Falling to the floor he kept Vegeta under his body, convinced that he was dying and this was the only way left to protect his prince.

Vegeta Shrieked in pure terror, the bulk of the large Saiyan beginning to crush him into the cold unforgiving marble of his floor. The hair he had loved to play with was smothering him, just before he lost consciousness, he heard the angry shouts of Saiyans.

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Napa groaned, body aching beyond what should be normal after a bout of passionate love making with his mate. Sitting up slowly, he tried to push the grogginess out of his head. This wasn't normal. . . He wasn't really feeling any more awake then he had just a few moments ago. Everything moved slow and sluggish, as if he were under deep waters; no, not normal at all.

Dropping back to the hard bed, he groaned, searching blindly for his mate. "Raditzu," He said sluggishly. Closing his eyes, he smiled like the devil he was, "Come get me up."

"Huuuuhhhhh?" He heard his mate groan, but it didn't sound as if it were coming from his room. Sitting up much quicker this time, Napa felt panic rising in him.

"Raditzu?" He said a bit louder, a loud hint of fear in his voice. "Where are you?"

"I. . . I. . .don't know. . . "

Napa heard as much as felt an answering fear in his mate, "Raditzu." He whispered, trying to sooth and calm over the mental link he cherished so much with the younger man. Choosing a happy memory they shared at random, he started to replay it back to Raditzu, feeling him instantly drift back to sleep where ever he was being held.

Holding his breath, he used his link to his mate to discover that Raditzu was just on the other side of the wall his bed was set up next to. Putting his hand to the wall he contemplated blowing the damned wall down. That wasn't wise however, he had no real idea where his mate was. He had no idea what the room looked like on the other side, he didn't even know if there were other people around.

Other people.

He suddenly bound to his feet, ignoring the dizziness that swept over him. His sluggishness was almost all but gone, fear hammering in his head instead. The Prince, where was their prince? Where was the king for that matter. He had an oath to protect the Royal family, and what had he done? He had let them down, he had let his mate down. Growling in anger at himself he began to pace the room, his senses sweeping the small distances they could reach.

Not many Saiyans had the ability to search for kis or other energies, but he and Raditzu shared the gift. However, his meager abilities gave him no clue as to where his mate's favorite brat was. He was nearly in a panic now, for all he knew, that damned lizard could have killed the only heir to the thrown by now.

"I should have attacked all those bastards instead of listening to Raditzu. The damned IDIOT!" He smashed his fist against a weak looking wall, only to find it was much much stronger than it look. Groaning in pain he cradled his hurt hand to his chest, growling in irritation. He wasn't really upset with his mate, as much as the shout had sounded. It was just his way of expressing fear and other weak emotions.

Looking at the wall he had hit, he realized he hadn't even put a dent into the hard surface and he had hit it as hard as he could. Glowering at it he began to pace the floor again, trying to reach into Raditzu's mind to access the link the wild Saiyan shared with their Prince after tending to his every whim sense birth.

"I am going to find that brat. . . Then I am going to kill that bastard lizard," He growled to himself. "Then I am going to kill that spineless bastard we called king for getting me and my mate into this."

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Vegeta awoke, his eyes snapping open only to fined nothing but darkness. Had it been a bad dream? He thrashed around on the hard bed, trying to find anything, anything at all that would prove to him that he had had nothing more than a nightmare. Raditzu's bed was hard and lumpy and squeaky like this bed was, he had to be in Raditzu's room.

It had all been a dream. . .hadn't it? The young prince told him self that it was. He told himself that he was being terribly silly, his dad was very much alive. His mother was very much alive too, she was probably with daddy right now doing what ever they did at this time of night.

Sitting up he hopped off of the bed and shuffled in the total darkness of the room, knowing Raditzu's and Napa's room by heart. The door was three feet in front of him, his privet bathroom was twenty feet to his left after he left the small room. His bed was one hundred feet from the door, and the door to leave his bed chambers and get to the hallway that led down to his play room was only five hundred feet from the door. Reaching out he felt around for the door knob.

It wasn't there. It wasn't anywhere. Reality started to set in and he felt his heart begin to thud heavily in his chest, making him feel nauseous . Father, Mother, maybe even Napa. . . Raditzu.. . Were dead, they were all dead. King Vegeta had taught him all about death, taught him that once a thing was dead. . .it never came back, never ever.

Sinking to the floor, he began to cry, curling in upon himself. Starring out into the darkness, he silently pled for his father to be wrong for once. If his father was wrong. . . Everyone was alright and he wasn't alone. Everyone would come back and hold him and tell him everything was alright. He found his thumb in his mouth; his father had deplored him sucking his thumb. However, he found great comfort in it and gave in to the old habit.

Sucking franticly on his thumb, he slowly fell asleep, drifting into horrifying nightmares where he saw his father hang himself. Dreams where his father slit his own throat, or let the great white lizard do it for him.

"Look at that monkey. . ." A voice growls in the darkness and Vegeta was instantly awake, his thumb sliding out of his mouth.

Grimacing the prince whipped the saliva off of his hand, ashamed to be caught doing something so childish. Sitting up he looked around the room, trying to find the sound of that voice.

"He's awake, close the door." Another voice growled in a whisper, obviously not wanting the young prince to hear. Seeing the square patch of light, the prince scrambled to his feet his mind only on one thing.

Escape

'Got to get away, got to get away, someone out there will help you, someone out there will tell you that your parents are really alive and it was all a cruel trick.' Vegeta's mind whispered to him over and over again like a mantra. 'Someone out there will get you out of here and back to your nice bed. Someone out there will take you to Raditzu and Raditzu will give you a ice pop and tell you a funny story.'

It was all the moment his tumbling legs needed to carry him out of the dark room and into the nearly blinding white light beyond the doorway. Blinking back the tears the sudden brightness brought, he ran on, dodging past obstacles he hardly saw while his eyes adjusted.

"HEY! Watch out you son of a bitch!" Someone called after the fleeing prince, but Vegeta didn't understand the foreign words or cared what the man was shouting for that matter. His vision had cleared enough for him to see a huge door before him. It had to be the way out, it certainly looked like the sorts of doors that led out in his daddy's huge palace.

Crying in glee, he threw himself against the doors knowing from experience that these doors were light and easy to push open. However, the doors before him slid back without him even touching them and he went flying, loosing his balance he skidded across the ground.

"Well well well. . . If it isn't the little monkey Prince." A cold, amused voice purred, freezing the Prince in place before he could even begin to try and scramble to his feet. "How did you get out of your room?"

"Furiza," The Prince mouthed the unfamiliar name, the fear, the memories, the anger, the sorrow all flowing back at once. He was face to face with the man who took away his parents, his Raditzu and his Raditzu's mate.

"How wonderful, you remember my name. I think that should be awarded." The icy voice crooned on, making the Saiyan Prince growl animal like. "Or maybe not. . . I don't like things that growl."

Vegeta finally got to his feet, his fear disappearing, being quickly replaced completely by his deep grief. His parents were dead, and who had killed them? This . . . This ugly, disgusting. . . thing. He'd have this thing.. . He'll have it skinned alive!

Backing away slowly he found his back pressed to a cold steely wall, his fear returning once again. Where ever he was, he wasn't in the castle any more; no one here to protect him, no one at all. He wasn't even sure if he was on Bejita Sei any more. He had heard about flying objects with walls made out of metal instead of wood or stone, objects that could travel between stars. All of his father's friends from off world had them, used them to come visit.

"Admiring my ship?" Furiza said, waving a hand at the white and steal gray settings. "I decorated myself." Another door opened and a hand full of weird looking humanoids poured into the room, causing Vegeta's knees to go weak. They were here to hurt him, weren't they? Vegeta tried to hid his fears but found himself whimpering.

"Don't worry . . ." Furiza purred, waving the other things away. They disappeared back to where ever they had came from. "You're a naughty monkey, Vegeta. You have my whole ship up in arms over your little escape stunt. You're just lucky you ran into me. They wouldn't have been so kind to someone as. . .sweet. . . . as you."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed, he didn't like the tone of this thing. He didn't like it one bit. His mother had called him sweet, he didn't want it to call him sweet. Sweet was an adjective reserved for his mommy alone. "I'm not a monkey." He said defiantly, like his father taught him when the children of the off world dignitaries would call him such names. Puffing out his chest, he glowered up at the titanic looking beast with pride and courage. It may have been false courage, but he was making himself feel better.

"Oh, a saucy one aren't we?" Furiza asked, raising a delicate eyebrow. "Well you will soon realize, there is no room aboard MY ship for naughty, saucy little MONKEY Princes. In fact, maybe I should start teaching you right now how wrong your ideals are.. . ."

Vegeta's eyes grew big when the monster boar down on him, tail raising up behind him like a serpent ready to strike. Trembling his fear overwhelmed him and he felt his bladder let loose, hot liquid pouring down his leg. Sobbing he crumpled to the ground, waiting for the strike to come, waiting for the pain he knew his mother must have felt before she. . .died.

Hissssss

The shadow that had loomed over him slid away and he risked a peek. What he saw did his heart no good.

"Ah, Cooler," The white freak of a lizard said, a near copy of himself walking into the room. "I was hoping you would arrive soon. . . I have a new pet to show you."

"Brother, I swear your. . . .pet. . . .collection is an utter waist of time. It hasn't gained us any new territory. In fact it is hurting our income." The other freak said, walking up to the trembling Prince. "What is this little pathetic creature?" The 'brother' picked Vegeta up by the scruff of his neck, dangling him before his face.

Furiza almost beamed, if that was possible, "This is Prince Vegeta of the Saiyajin, I just got him today. His people are so weak it was actually funny to watch them believe they were stronger than me! I was hopping to use their kind to purge the planets we want, but I'm not so sure any more."

The new beast frowned, sniffing at Vegeta's trembling body. Suddenly Vegeta felt sick, his stomach turning and tying into tight knots. The way the brute was holding him wasn't helping any at all, swinging him back and forth to get a better look.

"This pet of yours has soiled itself," The new thing said in disdain, dropping Prince Vegeta at once. Whipping it's hand on his cape, he glanced to a none too happy Furiza. "It must have really been funny, huh Furiza? What did they do? Threaten to tinkle on your leg if you didn't submit to their will?"

Furiza looked positively livid, "ZARBON!" The lizard Shrieked in that ear piercing voice, summoning another form of monster into it's quarters. "Take this back to it's cell. Have those idiots turn on the lights, and then bring that long haired freak in to it's cell. Have you got that?"

"Yes Lord Furiza," The greenish fairy boy said, bowing sharply. With a sneer, the new alien picked the still nauseous prince by his hair. Bringing Vegeta to face level, he laughed. "So this is Furiza's new pet. What a runt, you aren't even worth my time.."

"GO!" Furiza shouted, pointing towards the door Vegeta had run through.

"Ay lord," Zarbon said with the utmost respect, still holding the little prince by his hair while he left the room. Once he was outside and a good way away from 'lord Furiza's' room, Zarbon growled and dropped Vegeta. "You disgusting little shit bag!"

Vegeta only groaned, trying to get to his feet, his stomach was hurting worst than ever before. Dizziness was washing over him in sickening waves, making it almost impossible to stand or even try to walk. He didn't even fight back when the green man kicked him, growling something in another language.

Skidding across the floor, bruised and bleeding, Vegeta found himself being picked up again. "I have to care you, don't I? You're worthless!" Vegeta only groaned in response to the foreign language, his stomach giving a nasty heave as the sudden jounce he was given.

"Gods," Vegeta groaned, his stomach giving another violent heave. "I'm going to be sick."

"What was that?" The green alien growled, holding the little dirty Prince closer to his face.

Vegeta gave a miserable belch, bringing up ever ounce of food he had eaten before going to bed that night. He was minutely pleased that he had thrown up on the offensive green thing, but his growing sickness was killing the joy.

"IM GOING TO KILL YOU!" Zarbon roared, eyes large with rage as chunks of food and vile liquids dripped down his face and neck, getting into his beloved hair. Reaching the Prince's room, the creature slammed his fist into the open button, throwing the sick child face first into the cold steal floor. "You're just lucky . . . I can't touch you! As soon as Furiza tires of you . . .you had better believe I am going to be there to show you what true pain is."

Vegeta groaned, shaking his head. He had no idea what this language they were speaking was, he only knew Saiyago and this language was definitely not Saiyago. All he knew was that he wanted Napa and Raditzu, he wanted a bath and he waned his mommy. Sobbing he lay there, feeling too sick to remove his sticky, smelly clothes.

When the door hissed open again, Vegeta didn't even look up, didn't even dare to try and 'escape'.

"M-my Prince!" A shaky voice cried in Saiyago.

"Raditzu?" Vegeta sniffled, trying to sit up. He was so dizzy, he could hardly lift a finger, he felt weaker than a newborn cub.

"Me'cuthra Ou'g, (3)" Raditzu whispered picking up the sick child, taking in his condition. The bruises, the bloody cuts, the smell of piss, the wet clothing, the vomit beginning to dry in the Prince's hair and on his face. Raditzu could tell his Prince was sick, he was running a fever and was trembling.

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a/n

(1) Shy'yadar (Shy-yah-dah har)- - Saiyago for shit face; latterly meaning face made of excrement.

(2) Trathd'a re'coves me'cuth suru, Sashte'n rashte'n Kahate'n. (Trah-tahe-day Ree-k-ho-veh-ss Me-ku-at-he suh-ruh, sahsh-ten rahsh-ten ka-yay-ten) dare you I do, inbred animal fucking child rapper!

(3) Me'cuthra Ou'g (Me-ku-at-he-rah Ow-oo-gee) My prince.

Please review, I sometimes get really bad writers block and the only thing that keeps me going is your reviews. SO REVIEW! Tell me what you think and what I need to improve on. Thank you very much for reading! This has been THE GREAT AKAIKO.

Next Chapter:

Raditzu is moved into Vegeta's cell to take care of the Prince's needs as the young Saiyan gets sicker and sicker. Napa is taken away from his Mate's room and down to the science labs for. . .unforgivable cruelties.

Until next update, JA NE!