Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sympathy For The Devil ❯ Moonlit Thoughts ( Chapter 1 )

Sympathy For The Devil

Rated: NC17 for future smut! This does have a plot!!!! (Unlike my other fics)

Warnings: Violence, angst, yaoi, eventual smut, rape, insane Furiza, dancing freaks, playing God(s)(dess(es)).

Timeline: AU, DB time.

Summary: Seconds before the destruction of Vejita-sei... something - terrible? good? - happened, and Vejita-sei was not destroyed. Now, Furiza is insane. Vejita is no longer prince of his race. When Gok- Kakarrotto is thrown into this world by his brother, can he survive?

Author's Notes: Hugs thanks and hugs to Raven (Saiyajin_Raven69 - look her up!) for beta-ing this fic! Conscious and Conscience are not interchangeable words! LOL!

Being here again… it was almost peaceful. A strange way to feel, considering that this planet was filled with men and women dedicated to war. Just the scent of the air left a feeling of tranquility inside of him, but there wasn't time or room for such emotions. He gritted his teeth and raised his chin, staring harshly at the simple surroundings around him. He wondered silently what had caused the crack in the pale white wall. It hadn't been there six years ago, when he'd last been home.

Neither had the familiar emblem that haunted each of his dark dreams. His teeth gritted together as he controlled the rage that thrived inside. Each day that passed added to the fuel, but it would never be unleashed, he knew. He'd given up on hope so many years ago. There was nothing now… nothing but fighting. He would fight. He would kill. He would breathe. He would eat. That was who he was. There was no title. There was no pride. There was just fighting.

"Vejita-sama, we must go."

Even Nappa knew it. Where had the respect gone? When had the love vanished? There was no emotion between them anymore. Nappa didn't lust for his prince. Vejita no longer respected his servant. Nappa took orders. Nappa survived. Nappa fought. That's all there was these days. What else was there to look forward to? The pain? The rapes? Being used like playthings for the amusement of creatures on whom they would never have their revenge? No… that was no future to strive for. The fighting… that was everything. That was the past. That was the future. There was nothing else. There never would

be.

"Where is Raditzu?"

"Away."

Nappa was so careful with his words these days. He'd learned his lesson so many times before, and finally it had sunk in. Raditzu… away - not gone, not busy, just away. Away where? There was no telling, and it didn't matter. Raditzu was away… he would return, perhaps even meet them wherever they were going. Vejita gave an abrupt nod, turning away from the balcony of what he believed was his home, even though he knew better. He would never rule Vejita-sei. Furiza would never permit it. Instead, a half-worthy prince, one of Vejita's cousins ruled the beautiful planet. It wasn't right, but it was the way it was. Furiza had complete control of Vejita-sei through that bastard king - some ugly Saiyajin who didn't respect the rightful king, a warrior named Tochok. What kind of name was that for a Saiyajin no Ou?

Vejita moved past Nappa, suddenly sick of the smell in the air, and the sights that lay around him. A battlefield would be a much more appropriate sight. The scent of blood… the feel of power… that is what Vejita needed.

Why did he bother to remain in his royal robes? Why did he keep the royal crest around his neck? Why did he hold his head up high, his shoulders back… and all the while never demand his subjects address him as Ouji-sama? Vejita didn't know anymore. He was a mockery to his people, and yet he kept up the game. It was just something… inside him…. He needed to remember who he was, though everyone else refused.

"Are you coming?" he snarled, turning around with a snap of his cape. Nappa nodded, eyes lingering on the approaching moon. Vejita's gaze followed, a faint smile drifting across his lips as he gazed at the beautiful moon. So many memories of love and hatred danced through his mind… but there wasn't time, and it lasted only a brief second before fading away, hidden beneath rage and despair. He wouldn't allow happiness… it was weakness. He couldn't afford to be weak during a purging mission, and he couldn't dare allow Furiza to think he was anything less than perfect. Furiza couldn't have imperfection, and neither would his father… if Vejita Ou were still alive.

"Well… then move!" Vejita demanded. Nappa didn't move, reminding Vejita just how little power he possessed. Vejita's lids slid closed with a sigh, his shoulders dropping, his chin falling. He understood, and didn't despise Nappa for the actions. He didn't really want to leave either, and each moment on Vejita-sei was precious. It had come so close to being destroyed years ago - whatever saved it a mystery beyond mysteries. Survivors said Furiza just stopped as Bardock died, his black eyes wide in terror, as if seeing something that would cause a child to run screaming from the room. The blast had hovered in the air, as if it was the indecisive hand of a god, and then it had vanished, self-imploding,

shaking the planet… and the Saiyajin were still alive… but without a king, and terrified knowing the death of their entire race could come so suddenly.

Possessing Vejita, and utilizing the power of fear and lack of rule, Furiza had easily taken over Vejita-sei. The planet belonged to him now, and none questioned his rule. Some say Tochok had been brainwashed by Furiza as an infant. Others said Tochok was Furiza's lover. Vejita didn't care, nor did he ask. He had shared Furiza's bed many times, few of them willingly, and it was nothing to brag about. If Tochok was Furiza's lover, then he was saving Vejita from many painful nights. If Tochok had been brainwashed… then Vejita would know he was an equal, and a friend.

It wasn't important. It wasn't anything to think about. A battle was approaching, and they were being waited on, and Zarbon would not wait long. Still… neither he nor Nappa moved as the nearly full moon gazed down upon them, allowing them peaceful moments without fear for their lives. The silence was crushing, and Vejita couldn't take it anymore. The screams of all those he'd killed began echoing in his thoughts, threatening to drive him to madness. "Where is Raditzu?"

"Chikyuu," Nappa responded without delay, turning to the man he had once kneeled before. "His brother was sent there years back, before the revolution."

The revolution… such a mild way of addressing Furiza's complete domination of the Saiyajin. Vejita turned away with a sigh, shaking his head. It was better to leave the Saiyajin on that planet instead of bringing him here, into this hell, where he would be ruled and abused and defiled until there was nothing left for him but war and suicide. The boy wouldn't last, Vejita knew. "How old is the kid?"

"Younger than you," Nappa responded disdainfully. Vejita winced, turning his head aside. "How old?" he demanded again. Nappa sighed as the stubbornness. "Fifteen, Sire." The titled was pure mocking. Vejita bit down on his tongue, his eyes closed tightly. "Why?" he demanded, spinning around, cape snapping behind him. He glared up at Nappa with pure rage. "He's too young! You know that!"

"I didn't give him permission to go, Vejita-sama!" snarled the brute. "Raditzu went alone, without permission! We all knew he wanted to go reclaim his brother for years! If you'd have let him go years ago, then we could have prepared the child for this world… before it got so fucked up! It's your own

fault, Vejita-sama!"

Was this a new conversation? Hardly. Vejita had heard it before, and each time the words were spoken, he couldn't help but be hurt because of them. He didn't respond; there wasn't a need for it. Why hadn't he ever let Raditzu go, when he was the Saiyajin no Ouji and Raditzu obeyed his commands? Vejita knew why. That young boy, that Kakarrotto, was better off on Chikyuu. Vejita knew he was. Chikyuu was a peaceful planet, full of weaklings that couldn't survive on their own for more than a few centuries. It was just a matter of time before the planet was conquered by someone or something. Perhaps Kakarrotto already ruled it, and was living happily as the king of those ningen. Whatever the world offered him, it was better than anything Vejita could.

Raditzu was gone, though. He would return with his little brother. Vejita could do nothing but wait for their arrival and wonder what it would bring. What would the boy be like? How powerful would he be? Would he survive more than a few days? How long would it be before Furiza broke him? Raditzu wouldn't let Kakarrotto be anything lower than his own rank, so it was certain Kakarrotto would be serving Furiza in one form or fashion. "Will they be joining us on this mission?"

"Hai. They will."

"Kuso," Vejita cursed, gazing over the edge. He could see the people… people that once served him moving through the city streets in daily life, safe in the knowledge that their king served only Furiza and had no hopes, ambitions, or thoughts of his own. Tochok wasn't very different from Vejita,

really. A chuckle escaped Vejita's lips, quiet and filled with madness. How long would it be, Vejita wondered, until he completely snapped and killed himself? How much worse could Hell be than all this?

Vejita was tired.

"Zarbon won't wait long, sire," Nappa said, moving to his side. Vejita nodded, eyes trailing up to the moon, gazing at the beautiful, peaceful orb. There were training camps up there these days, for Furiza's personal slaves and favored warriors. Up there they learned to be strong and powerful; they learned not to think for themselves; they learned how to shut up, spread their legs and not speak. Just another moment," Vejita whispered, leaning over the rail, eyes locked on the moon.

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To Be Continued

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