Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sympathy For The Devil ❯ We Fight, We Kill, And We Don't Hope ( Chapter 5 )

Sympathy For The Devil

Author's Notes: *glomps Raven*

*stares in horror at chapter* Uhhh… Gokou fans… time to run away.

Warnings: Graphic violent rape, madness, character death (not Gokou…), and the author favoring and having fun with Furiza… not in an NC17 way or anything… O.o'

We Fight, We Kill, And We Don't Hope:

"Have you ever been to your home planet?"

Kakarrotto was too engrossed in the outfit and pulsing power to even hear the question that Furiza posed.

Just seconds before dawn, the little blonde haired human - who apparently was Kakarrotto's dedicated slave in some form or fashion - had awakened him hurriedly. For the first time, he'd heard her voice, which really wasn't excessively unpleasant, but soft. She was probably a good singer. She hurriedly told him to get dressed, that Furiza had demanded his presence at that very second. Excited about actually hearing her speak, Kakarrotto had quickly done so and had followed the young girl to… what appeared to be Furiza's personal chamber.

The room was the size of Chikyuu… at least! The mere size had boggled Kakarrotto's mind, putting him off his game, but when Furiza had passed through one of the hundreds of doors, wearing a long silk white gown that brushed the floor as the Icejin walked, it had completely shut off Kakarrotto's brain functions. Not only that, but according to the young blonde girl, Furiza was not in a pleasant mood, and had "transformed" in his unhappiness.

The pinkness of his skin, face, and shoulders had vanished. His size had shrunk. Now, normally off-white skin was snow-white, lips painted crimson, a light shade of blue eye shadow adding highlights. Furiza had smiled as he saw Kakarrotto, and posed the question that Kakarrotto was struggling to comprehend as he looked over the feminine creature. Furiza… was male… right? Kakarrotto was very confused. "Uh… no… no, I don't… no." It was the most intelligent thing that could possibly escape his mouth at that moment.

Furiza chuckled and paced across the room, sitting on the edge of his mile-long bed, legs curving around. "You and I are going to travel to your home planet: Vejitasei. I have a small problem there that I need to solve, and I think, my dear sweet monkey, that you would be the perfect Saiyajin to deal with this, considering you are the son of Bardock."

"I'm not a monkey," Kakarrotto scowled.

"Hmm… yes," Furiza purred, lying out along the width of the bed, back arching as he stretched. "Come here, Bardock's boy."

Kakarrotto cautiously stepped forward, looking down at the Icejin nervously, prepared to fight. The power that radiated off the creature, however, left him nervous and uneasy. Furiza gazed up at him with a faint smile on his impossibly red lips. "Pretty monkey, aren't you." Before Kakarrotto could respond to the insult, Furiza's hand snatched out, grabbing the edge of his shirt and yanking him down. Kakarrotto cried out in protest as heated lips meshed against his, a tongue sneaking through his lips to caress his teeth and tongue. Kakarrotto bit down, trying to rip himself away. Furiza's grip on his shirt was tight, and just as Kakarrotto moved to rip the cloth in an attempt to escape, the Icejin's arm wrapped around his waist as a leg circled his knee, causing him to stumble and fall atop the powerful changeling.

"NO! Get off of me!" Kakarrotto shrieked, body pulsing with energy as he prepared to blast away the demon. Furiza gripped his arms, as if anticipating every move that Kakarrotto could possibly conceive just before he could act upon the thought. The Saiyajin was shoved onto his back, hips straddled by the fiend.

Furiza moved down to reclaim the lips again, but just as their noses brushed together the Icejin paused, eyes locked into the black orbs that stared up at him in pure terror. His breath caught in his throat as he gazed into onyx eyes, seeing not Kakarrotto… but Bardock.

Screaming, Furiza ripped himself away and fled to the furthest corner of the room, eyes locked on Kakarrotto as the Saiyajin sat up with relief, yet confusion also. Furiza slid down into a ball in the corner of the room, hands around his head, shrieking in a language that Kakarrotto couldn't understand.

Not willing to risk the brief moment of freedom, Kakarrotto turned to rush out of the room. Just as his hands reached the handle of the door, however, he found himself struck by a powerful blast that sent him to his knees, tattered clothes smoking. Furiza shakily climbed to his feet, body trembling. "You… you're responsible for this!" he snarled, extending his fingers. Some unseen force lifted Kakarrotto to his feet. "No! Furiza!"

"Furiza-sama, you daft monkey!" snarled the Icejin. Kakarrotto was thrown across the room and landed atop the bed, bouncing on the lavish cloth. He moved to scramble away, but Furiza was atop him in seconds, grabbing his wrists in one hand and ripping at his shirt. "I'll kill you for what you've done to me," Furiza snarled, voice trembling. The material was tossed to the side, and in one swift rip of his pants, Kakarrotto found himself exposed. "You won't have power over me anymore, you fucking lowlife ape…. I'll kill you, I swear it." There was uncertainty in Furiza's voice, but it didn't stop him from grasping Kakarrotto's hip and shoving the Saiyajin onto his stomach.

Kakarrotto tried to rip himself away as he screamed out for Raditzu, but there was little hope for the young teenage Saiyajin. With one swift thrust, Kakarrotto found himself in a world of pain that seemed it would never end. He sobbed out, voice cracking as he clawed at the sheets. He buried his head in the cloth, trying to muffle his wails as tears flowed from his eyes like rivers. He didn't want Furiza to get any satisfaction out of his pain, but his pain was the last thing on the Icejin's mind. Furiza's thrusts were panicked and hurried, desperate and frightened. Narrow black eyes stared down, watching the pale unscarred backside of Kakarrotto as he pumped himself into the fiery tightness, skirt of the dress hitched up around his hips.

Furiza waited for some sign of rebellion, for some proof of the power that he knew Bardock possessed. He didn't see the milky pale body beneath him, but instead the muscular scarred and tanned body of that warrior who had dared confront him, as if the Saiyajin believed he could ever defeat any Icejin, especially Furiza! He waited for the warrior to turn around, smirk at him, and… and do something that would nearly cause his death. He waited… and no such thing occurred.

Kakarrotto heard Furiza bellow with release. He felt warmth intermingling with the cool blood that ran between his thighs. His tail tightened around his waist in pain and relief that Furiza hadn't touched it. Furiza's limpness pulled out of his entrance and Kakarrotto scrambled out of the bed, gathering what little fabric that had remained in tact on the floor and clutching it to his body. Without a backward glance, he rushed out of the room… and right into the arms of Zarbon.

"Told you, kiddo," Zarbon said with a somber sigh, wrapping a towel around the Saiyajin's shoulders. Kakarrotto ripped himself away from the changeling's arms and rushed down the hallway, stifling his sobs.

~*~

"Shh… listen!" Furiza savored the silence as blank eyes remained locked to the canopy that surrounded his bed. He wished that it was black instead of the soft pale lavender shade, and vowed to change it when he got a free moment to tend to some decorations of his bedroom, but now wasn't the moment. Now… there was peace to be savored.

Lidded eyes turned to the changeling, watching as Zarbon paused with a small bow of his head, long green braid tumbling over his shoulder. A faint smile traced across his lips. The bright scarlet shade of lipstick had been smeared in the madness of Kakarrotto's rape, but by some miracle, the eye shadow had remained intact. "Do you hear it?" Furiza whispered, not wanting to break the quietness of the room.

Zarbon raised an eyebrow. "No, Furiza-sama."

"Yes, you do," Furiza responded, rising from the bed. He stood tall, tail curling around his ankles as a snake would do its prey. A single step in any direction would cause the Icejin to stumble. Furiza's eyes widened and he gazed up to the ceiling, staring at the blandness of it. "What do you hear, Zarbon?" Furiza demanded.

"I hear silence, Furiza."

"Yes! That's it," the mad warrior laughed aloud. "It's stopped… all the whispers… all the worlds… all the sights and all the sounds! Hear their silence!" Furiza tossed his head back, eyes sliding closed as he savored his precious quiet. Zarbon sighed, eyes trailing over the pathetic excuse of a godlike creature. The white gown clung to Furiza's loins, held their by drying fluids. There was the faint trace of blood in the white. Another glorious gown to the trash. He couldn't allow his lord to go out and be seen by warriors and servants that believed him respectable and just slightly eccentric. If more than a handful of people ever learned about Furiza's madness, chaos would reek across the universe as endless civilizations rebelled. They could use Furiza's insanity against him… and there was no telling what the outcome would be. Furiza could just grow weary of it and blow up the universe, or if the gods favored the weak on that day, Furiza could possibly be outwitted, which would lead to either death or slavery for Zarbon.

Not only was Zarbon Furiza's slave, but his protector and keeper as well.

He stepped forward, pausing when the long white tail uncoiled from around the Icejin's feet, settling behind him, a snake ready to pounce on its next meal. Zarbon had long ago stopped fearing death, but that didn't mean he would accept it without a fight. Each moment with Furiza was tempting death, mocking it until it grew annoyed and decided to take him. He knew that, and by some madness it excited him and disgusted him at the same time. "Furiza, you are in need of a bath." His words were calm and patient. He could afford to be nothing less.

"Dance with me, Zarbon!" Furiza exclaimed with a laugh, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around the changeling's neck, fingers curling through the thick braid. Zarbon stumbled as Furiza twirled, tugging him along against his will. Zarbon had little choice, he realized, and with a false smile he wrapped his arms around the narrow waist, falling into step as Furiza guided him around the room to music that only played in the Icejin's head.

~*~

He heard the faint buzz of ki in his ears, causing him to jerk up. A sigh of relief escaped Kakarrotto's lips as he realized it was only the blonde girl standing in the doorway, holding a large towel in her arms… the very towel that Zarbon had wrapped around his shoulders just moments before.

Kakarrotto turned in the bath, realizing that he'd been motionless for minutes. The water was tinted red from his blood. With the movement his muscles cried out in protest, and he realized just why he had not moved in so long. He needed time to heal… a lot more time than just a few minutes. "Go away," he demanded harshly, wiping his eyes.

To his shock, the blonde girl bowed and turned to leave.

"No, wait!" he cried out, spinning and wincing. The girl, proving her loyalty to him, paused and turned slightly, hands tightening in the cloth. Kakarrotto leaned against the cold edge of the bath, wiping at tears that refused to stop flowing. "I'm… I'm sorry. Please… what did you want?"

"I am here to serve you," she whispered, holding up the cloth. Kakarrotto noticed the blood stains on the cloth. She must have thought he was injured and figured he was in need of assistance. He turned away with a sniff, sinking further into the warm water. Kakarrotto doubted he could climb out even if he had the energy or willpower to do so.

"It was… it was your first time?" she whispered. Kakarrotto's eyes widened as he turned to her. The blonde girl stepped in warily, large brown eyes watching him, waiting for a command or violent curse. Kakarrotto couldn't bear the inquisitive gaze. He merely nodded, not trusting his voice, and looked forward towards his feet.

"It… it gets easier."

He stared up at her, seeing her hands shaking at her sides. She realized at what he was staring and quickly fisted her hands and locked them behind her back with a frown. She was stubborn, a bit like Bulma, but still sweet. "You've…" he couldn't even begin to comprehend how to discuss such an issue, but what she had said left little doubt about what she had been through. The girl had been raped endless times, probably by endless people, Furiza most certainly included. Kakarrotto was beginning to realize for what Zarbon had tried to prepare him. He loathed and loved the changeling for it, but it didn't make the situation any more positive. "What's your name?"

The blonde frowned and turned to move away, but she halted, eyes widening as she caught sight of something at the door. Kakarrotto looked over his shoulder and frowned as he saw Vejita standing there, arms crossed over his chest, expression marred with disapproval. "Slaves don't have names, Kakarrotto," he snarled, eyes locked on the blonde girl. "Get over here!" he demanded. The blonde girl scrambled forward and fell to her knees in front of Vejita, wordlessly begging for mercy. Kakarrotto sat up in the water. "Vejita, please!" he exclaimed.

"Vejita-sama, and nothing less!" Vejita snarled, narrowed gaze glaring at Kakarrotto with rage. He leaned down, gloved hands fisting the young girl's hair, and yanked her to her feet. In one swift motion she was thrown across the room, striking the wall and sliding limply to the ground.

"Vejita-sama!" Kakarrotto screamed, scrambling out of the tub. If using a title he did not believe in could save a person's life, then Kakarrotto would use it. He grabbed the bloody towel from the floor as he rushed across the bathroom, no longer comfortable about nudity as he had been on Chikyuu. However, in that brief moment it took for him to clutch the cloth, a blinding blast struck the girl. The smoke faded only after seconds, allowing Kakarrotto to watch as ashes slowly tumbled to the ground.

"How… how…" he gasped, falling to his knees.

Vejita turned around, eyes narrowing at the kneeling Saiyajin. A smirk slowly traced across his lips as he folded his arms once again. "Her name was HR-3284. She was born a slave on this planet, and never once saw outside this castle unless it was through a window. She was taken by Furiza when she was seven. Zarbon fucked her when she was nine. I screwed her when she was twelve. Nappa had his fun with her when she was thirteen. Afterwards, she was free game to anyone who cared to bother with her. She was used meat… and you could have saved her life." Vejita stepped forward and reached down, grabbing the towel that had been more important that the blonde girl's life. Kakarrotto cried out for the cloth, but just as Vejita touched it, the towel went up in flames. Kakarrotto gasped and scrambled away, once again bare and vulnerable. He drew his legs up to his chest, tail wrapping protectively around his ankles.

Vejita dropped the cloth, allowing it to burn on the tiles. "What if that slave had been Raditzu?" Vejita demanded in a growl. Kakarrotto winced, turning away. "Weakness, Kakarrotto. You can't afford to be weak on this planet. People die when you are weak. You'll die if you are weak!" Vejita fell silent, staring at the pitiful lump of flesh. Rage filled him and he stepped over, kneeling down in front of the younger Saiyajin. Gentle gloved hands reached out, cupping Kakarrotto's face, guiding his chin up. "Whatever you learned on that planet… there's no use for it here. On this planet, in Furiza's service, there are only three things that mean anything, and those three things are the key to your survival."

Kakarrotto bit down on his bottom lip as he returned Vejita's desperate stare. Vejita was helping him, in some twisted sick manner. Kakarrotto nodded. He wanted to know what Vejita had to say, even if he wouldn't learn what the words meant.

Vejita raised his chin, face a mask of indifference that seemed to fit him perfectly… perhaps from endless years of experience. "We fight," he said, voice quiet. "We kill." He rose to his feet, eyes drifting to the scorch mark on the wall. "And we don't hope."

Without another word, Vejita turned and walked out of the room, leaving Kakarrotto alone in his pain and confusion. A sob escaped the Saiyajin's lips as the door slid closed behind Vejita, locking with a quiet click. He felt himself losing control of his tears, but he refused to let them flow.

~*~

Waiting patiently for flames,

Goddess of Evil

Mistress of Squick

Queen of Corruption

Yours truly,

Jady Arewar