Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Stay With Me ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Stay With Me

 

If this world is wearing thin

And you're thinking of escape

I'll go anywhere with you.

Chapter One:

 

The commons room in the base-camp of Ice-jin ruled Antiock was pulsating with life. It housed a full crowd on this particular Friday night, most soldiers drinking their fill with their newly acquired wages and some secular packs celebrating various planet-purging victories. There were many breeds of alien in the room, none compatible with the other but the prevailing factor that they all shared the same employer, the mighty Lord Frieza, kept testosterone and feuds at bay, at least until the alcohol consumption began to over-whelm common sense and then…the fights would begin.

 

A small group of soldiers sat secluded in a darkened corner, Saiyans by birth, a planetary force not much liked by the various other breeds of warriors. The trio did not seem to mind the isolation, but rather reveled in their solitude. To an innocent observer the two larger men seemed the most dangerous of the three, but closer scrutiny would reveal the smallest warrior to be the leader of the small band, a man of arrogance and little patience for the festivities happening around him.

 

“Vegeta!” roared the largest of the men. “You've barely touched your drink…you're gonna' have to start slamming if you wanna' catch up to me and Raditz!”

 

As if to accentuate his point, the large bald man known as Nappa, picked up his frothy brew and finished it in one large gulp. He grinned at his table partner and belched loudly. “Ahhh…that's some nasty shit! This stuff will put hair on your chest, Vegeta. Come on…drink up!”

 

The smaller Saiyan glared at his counter-part and uncrossed his arms from his chest long enough to push his own glass of liquor across the table. “You drink it Nappa, I'd just as soon as drink my own piss that swallow this poison.”

 

Nappa grabbed the glass and shrugged, “Your loss…” and slammed the contents. The large man eyed the empty cup with some speculation, “A couple more of these and those whores over there are gonna' start looking real good.” The two Saiyans sharing the table followed his gaze to a couple of alien Takatas who were circulating the room in search of business.

 

Vegeta snorted, “It would take more than alcohol to make those broads look appealing…more like an opiate induced fog…”

 

The two larger men looked at one another and burst out laughing. “Pussy is pussy Vegeta,” Raditz explained as if revealing a universally confidential secret. “That's the difference between Royalty such as yourself and the common man like me and Nappa.” The large Saiyan leaned closer and grinned, “The Takatas may not be much to look at, but they can take a good pounding. Nappa and I will be getting our rocks off tonight, while you and your selective standards beat off in the Space Pod.”

 

With that, Vegeta's comrades burst out in uproarious laughter. Vegeta smiled good-naturedly, surprisingly taking no offense to the larger man's insult (they had indeed had this discussion many times before.) “Well perhaps I do have Royal Standards, but at least I can safely say my dick won't be rotting off in a month's time, can you boys say the same?”

 

“No…but at least my dick will die happy!” Raditz boomed as he and Nappa exploded in drunken hysteria. Vegeta let them have their laugh. It was, as their commander the least he could do to repay the hard work done on their last purging mission. The job had been near suicide and had it not been for the quick thinking of Vegeta and the loyalty of his companions, this celebration of-sorts would never have happened. Had they not have been high-caliber warriors they would have been dead. The point was not lost on Vegeta, as it was on the rest of his team. Frieza had set them up to die and Vegeta had no doubt in his mind the Ice-jin would find some excuse tomorrow to renege on his payment for services provided.

 

Vegeta considered giving them the usual lecture but then decided against it. A mediocre band began to play on the far side of the room and the Saiyan Prince realized such intricate conversation and thought would be useless up against lousy music and alcohol soaked minds…not that Nappa and Raditz could be bothered with diplomacy when sober. That was what made Vegeta the leader and the lesser two the followers; Vegeta was born and raised to be the future King of Vegeta-sei, while Nappa and Raditz were bred for servitude.

 

His reverie was interrupted when Nappa and Raditz began to argue, ”No…it's your turn to buy Nappa! I bought the last round-“

 

The bald man shook his head and thrust two fingers into the larger Saiyan's face. “I bought the last two rounds you cheap fuck, it's your turn to pay!”

 

Vegeta sighed and knew he would have to solve this face-off, leading these two often made him feel like a high-pedigree baby-sitter. `I'll buy, the last thing I need right now is you two shit-for-brains getting into a fight and landing us all in the brig for the night!” The Saiyan Prince shot the two an admonishing look and Nappa and Raditz for their part looked duly chastised. As Vegeta left for the bar they shot each other a truly conspiratorial look and high-fived each other in victory. “I knew he'd fall for it,” Nappa bragged.

 

Raditz chuckled and added, “He always does…now how about I see to getting us some female company for the night?” He waved the two Takatas over without waiting for an answer from Nappa. They had lived this night many times before, drinking and sexual debauchery. It was times as this that made the fighting and battles all worthwhile.

 

Vegeta threaded his way through the room and reached the bar quickly. Most of the patrons of the bar recognized the surely Prince and for those who didn't…well Vegeta just pushed them out of his way. No one dared to call the Saiyan Prince on his rude behavior for it was whispered urgently throughout the crowd that the flame-haired Saiyan was not one to fuck with. The older, more experienced soldiers spoke of Vegeta's prowess in battle, his courage and strength. The younger less battle-hardened men recognized the name of the Saiyan Prince as the child traded to Frieza in return for the lives of his people. They had grown up with warnings from their mothers; if they didn't behave they would be sent off to live under the oppressive thumb of the Ice-jin. It had been enough to encourage good behavior and virtuous children.

 

Vegeta was well aware of his notorious reputation and the fear generated amongst the common soldiers of Frieza's army. No one man could boast of surviving years of torture from the tyrant, both psychological and physical, and the fact that he had indeed endured, added to his inbred arrogance. Hr heard the murmurs amongst the crowd, words reaching his sharp ears which would have made them burn in shame had he not been impervious to the years of rumors that followed.

 

“Frieza's Saiyan boy-toy”, he had been called worse and endured even more. The opinions of plebian militia mattered little to him. He was the Prince of All Saiyans and could wipe out the entire complex with a simple flick of his wrist, if he had been so inclined. Fortunately for all of those around him, he wasn't.

 

This knowledge made him smile as he reached the bar. Beren, the eager barkeep was awaiting his order as Vegeta arrived. “A pleasure to see you Prince Vegeta, what can I get for you this fine evening?' the man asked with reverence.

 

“Spare me the pleasantries Beren,” Vegeta barked over the raucous music. “I want to open a tab for my men…keep them in alcohol for the night,” he said gesturing over his shoulder.

 

“And the females…?” inquired the enthusiastic owner, visualizing a substantial account.

 

Vegeta turned his head and eyed the swine-like creatures. They were truly hideous in appearance, but the breed was perfectly suited for the life of prostitution, their thick hairy hides ideal for fornication with any breed of male.

 

The bolder of the two Takatas had placed herself upon the lap of Raditz. He had opened the front of her shirt, exposing her multi-titted chest. The younger Saiyan was fondling the nipples at will and the Takata was squealing her approval.

 

The sight was enough to make Vegeta's stomach heave unpleasantly, but some distant stirrings of paternal pride subdued his complete repulsion. He could distinctly hear Nappa's laughter over the clamor of the crowd and the house band. “They're having fun,” he realized and for the life of him, Vegeta found he had not the strength to deny his men a single night of pleasure, especially with the looming (and sure to be dreadful) meeting with Frieza on tomorrow's horizon.

 

He turned his attention back to Beren and nodded, “Drinks for the pig-whores as well.” The barkeep unclipped a small device off of his belt and punched a series of buttons. “You might as well add a night's lodging for them as well,” sighed Vegeta and watched as the alien proprietor complied.

 

“Anything else?” the man asked respectfully.

 

Vegeta nodded again, “I wish to rent a training room for a couple of hours, make sure there is fresh water and clean towels awaiting my completion.”

 

Beren's fingers flew over the buttons of the palm-sized device and produced it to the Saiyan Prince, motioning for Vegeta to place a finger over a small screen. Vegeta complied and the machine whirred to life, spitting out three cards, all handed ceremoniously over the flame-haired warrior.

 

Vegeta took the cards and slid some heavy coins over the surface of the bar, a generous tip and Beren signaled his appreciation with an abrupt bow of his head. Gratuities from soldiers were an uncommon bonus for the proprietor and the fact that Prince Vegeta offered was truly a commendable act. (For Vegeta's part it was simply to save face, his species was highly detested for being ruthless and mean…but it didn't mean they had to be despised for being cheap.)

 

His business transaction finished, Vegeta pivoted as if to leave the bar, but was waylaid when the barkeep called his name. “If it so pleases your Highness, my daughter Berra has always held you in high regard. She is available tonight…that is if you wish for female company tonight.”

 

Vegeta paused, considering Beren's offer. It had been many months since he had spent a pleasurable night with a female and Beren's daughter was indeed quite pretty if he remembered correctly. The Saiyan's groin tightened at the prospect of sex; indulging in a lovely little fuck, beat training and masturbation any day. But Vegeta shook his head to decline the proposition. He had to keep himself focused and bedding Beren's offspring would cause more trouble than not. In order to protect himself and all aspects of his private life from Frieza, Vegeta had made it a point to exterminate all females in the wake of post-coital relations. Frieza hungered for information pertaining to any weakness concerning the Saiyan Prince and Vegeta knew even the most well-meaning and loyal bedmate would break under torture.

 

Of course, this practice made willing partners scarce, and sex almost non-existent, but it was a small price to pay over any victory against the Ice-jin. Vegeta doubted Beren had a death wish for his spawn and besides…he still had the meeting tomorrow to brood about.

 

No…copulation tonight was out of the question; it looked like his trusty right hand would have to be adequate once again.

 

With a martyred sigh, the Saiyan Prince plowed his way through the crowd to inform his men of their reward and to bid them a pleasantly deviate goodnight. “Just be ready to leave for Planet Glaze at dawn,” he warned and then left his men to pursue their sinful diversions.

 

 

 

 

 

“Oh look…Vegeta No Ouji has joined us. Don't drop your soap boys, we wouldn't want to tempt the little monkey now, would we?” Laughter ensued and Vegeta closed his eyes to welcome the warmth and the distraction of the water spitting from the showerhead, to drown out the tormenting sound echoing throughout the communal bath.

 

It was one thing to ignore the idle gossip issued from the mouth of grunt soldiers, men not worthy of his time or energy, but to be openly taunted in front of fellow elites…well that was downright insulting. These men were Vegeta's fellow peers, warriors with strength and power levels equal to his own, but no amount of dishonor on any level would give the Saiyan Prince cause to fight back. That would be considered insubordination in the eyes of Frieza (and Vegeta had no doubt in his mind his insolence would be immediately reported). He had traveled down that path before and no slur or affront was worthy of certain punishment from the Ice-jin. Frieza's unhealthy interest in Vegeta's life was undoubtedly stimulated by his own unwillingness to oblige the tyrant's sexual perversions. And if maintaining a low altitude under Frieza's vigilant radar meant turning the other cheek (or cheeks-he was in the shower after all), then so be it.

 

Oh- but it would be so satisfying to wipe the smirks off their faces- in the most lethal way possible. One little act of violence would be enough to satiate the blood lust boiling through his veins. No one fucked with the Prince of Saiyans!

 

Vegeta turned off the water and faced his tormenters. He leveled their laughter with a proud glare and memorized the faces of the men for future reference. For once he achieved a higher power and defeated Frieza he would take his revenge on all who mocked him, starting with the asswipes in his line of vision.

 

The soldiers, who suddenly found themselves under the malevolent gaze of Vegeta, quickly lost their bravado and beat a hasty retreat out of the shower room. “Go ahead and run, you cowards!” he called out to the now empty room. “There will come a day when I am the most powerful being in the Universe and you will all pay dearly for your insolence!”

 

Grabbing a towel, Vegeta dried himself off as he walked towards the locker, which housed his uniform. He was surprised to find yet another elite leaning casually against the wall of closets.

 

“Hello gorgeous!” purred the small orange skinned man.

 

Jace! What was that motherfucker doing here?

 

Out of all of the elite soldiers in Frieza's army, Vegeta possessed a special kind of hatred for the five members of the Ginyu Force. It was no secret that the five had traded sexual favors with Frieza for a position on the privileged team. The fact that each Ginyu openly flaunted their homosexuality as well as their authority is what irritated Vegeta the most. The Saiyan Prince had endured years of humiliation and had only his ragtag team of fellow Saiyans to show for his martyrdom.

 

Vegeta had never allowed Frieza to break his spirit and therefore held no special rank in the Ice-jinn's army. A single Ginyu Force member alone could not beat the Saiyan Prince, even on a good day, but together along with Frieza's blessing, they could destroy Vegeta in a heartbeat. So, forced to kowtow to Jace's superior class, Vegeta bowed slightly and began to dress, aware that the Ginyu watched him with obvious interest.

 

“Tell me Vegeta, I've heard that a Saiyan's tale is hyper-sensitive to touch, is this true?” Jace asked as he reached out to stroke the furry appendage attached to Vegeta's backside.

 

“Watch your hands freak,” Vegeta snarled as he snapped his tail from within reach and secured it safely around his waist.

 

“Tsk…tsk Vegeta! Such a temper, one would think all of those years with Frieza would have made you more submissive. But then again, you never were one to play by the rules, were you Monkey-Boy?” Jace said with a laugh. It was always great fun to rile Vegeta's infamous disposition, not that it was hard, but the Saiyan Prince had a way of making himself scarce, so such encounters were highly valued.

 

Vegeta finished clothing himself and turned to face the smaller man. “Is there a reason for this visit Jace? Shouldn't you be off dancing and posing with the rest of the Ginyu Fags?”

 

Jace laughed and tilted his head off to one side. He could see why Frieza continued to harbor such deep affect for the Saiyan no Ouji. Vegeta was an amazing conundrum that begged to be deciphered. Jace just wished he had the wherewithal to tackle such an enigmatic man.

 

“The boys and I are on a sabbatical, a reward from Frieza for all of our hard work. I was on my way home when I received a request from our Master himself. It seems Frieza has been trying to raise you on the scouter for days, but you have been conveniently incommunicado, so I volunteered to stop by and track you down.”

 

Vegeta grabbed a large bottle of water and drank the contents in a series of loud gulps. Finished, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and turned to face the hated Ginyu. “Well, you've found me. What does Frieza want?”

 

“Frieza merely wants to postpone his meeting with you, it seems there was a tragic accident and your presence is required on your home planet of Vegeta-sei.”

 

Jace grinned as Vegeta's usual stoic façade crumbled at the news. He added, “I would offer my condolences, but seeing as how I don't give a damn…I won't.”

 

“Fuck!” the Saiyan Prince said with a growl. There was only one Saiyan custom that the Ice-jinn even bothered to adhere to and that was the Saiyan rite of burial. Could it be his that his very own father, King Vegeta, had met with a fatal mishap?

 

He and his father had been at odds for years, with Vegeta demanding the Saiyan people once again take command of their own Empire. But the King was fearful of Frieza's wrath and power. If such a revolution was even whispered and Frieza found out…the Saiyan race would be eliminated. And so they remained slaves to the Ice-jinn.

 

Emotions began to flood through Vegeta's heart, grief over his sire, hope for the future of his race and anxiety at the thought of becoming King. He picked up speed until he was practically running for his space pod, where a message from his father's advisors surely awaited.

 

 

 

Author's note: This story was originally inspired by a novel I read by the remarkable writer Victoria Holt, On the Night of the Seventh Moon. I am by no means plagiarizing this illustrious author, but this book has stayed with me and sparked my imagination to the point of creating my own tale, with reverence.

 

Also…the title (and lyrics from the song) Stay With Me was written by the group Shakespeare's Sister. This is a tune I had originally heard back in the late 80's or maybe even early 90's. For some reason it has never left my head and because I believe in fate and everything happening for a reason, I pulled it out of my subconscious and used it for this tale. Amazingly enough…I found the words to be incredibly fitting for the story.

 

I do not own rights to anything…DBZ…the works of Victoria Holt or the copyright from the lyrics of Shakespeare's Sister. I am merely just a fan.

 

Chapter Two: will be posted as soon as my children allow me the peace to finish.

 

~Caralin Fury~