Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Breath of Sorrow ❯ An Out of Body Experience ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

In the reflection of her eyes, he was all smooth curves of sleek muscles and a mixture angry angles that marked his beautiful body as masculine and utterly perfect. When her blue eyes shimmered in appreciation of his beauty, it seemed the only time that he was truly happy with her, and she took small appreciation in that. Those eyes… Those burning twin charcoal eyes that made her shudder when he was angry and forced her to cower in fear…They would remind her of her passion when he was moving over her body in a twist of hot, sweaty limbs, the heady scent of their sex permeating the air.

She could feel her body ripping and tearing apart, the blood pouring down onto the sheets in waterfalls down her thighs, but he paid no heed as he roughly wrenched into her body time after time, demanding pain from her shaking limbs, and relishing in the screams of agony that were ripped from her full, beautiful lips each time he tore into her. She was sure that she would never bear him a child like he'd demanded for so many years, but now, it didn't matter. The pain could be withstood as long as he knew that she loved him.

While he ravaged her lithe body, marring it with impurity, she sank away, underneath the waves of her beautiful paradise, imagining a planet not quite so ugly as this one, full of clouds, water, and strange sandy beaches. She imagined his heart, warm, inviting, and gentle. Not so full of the raw desire of power and disgust for emotion that he had now. She had no idea what it was like to love without the pain, but if there was a place that described the promise of a pain-free love, this strange beach was it.

She had once been beautiful, but now, as she lay underneath her Master, she was ugly, deformed, and scarred. Long, thin lines marred the tanned, brawny skin that their race bragged about, and her stomach was sickly disgraced with crisscrosses of raggedly healed gashes and brands from fiery objects. The long, raven black hair that must have shone once with luster was now dingy and dull, and the lithe, absurdly skinny body had once been full, vivacious, and healthy. While she closed her azure eyes to only concentrate on pleasing her Master, every time she screamed, she could hear his grunt of pleasure, and in so doing, he taught her to love her misery.

The darkened shades of her cheeks and the covered blue tints around her eyes made her face withdrawn and morbidly tired, but she didn't seem to be considering her looks at the moment. With a final gasp and twist, he covered her body with his thick, sticky semen, and laughed as she turned her head away from him in shame. This was her punishment for giving kindness to a class lower than herself, and it would teach her that compassion was for the weak. As a concubine of the royal house, she had no place to be weak.

As he stood from the bed, he looked down on her with cold eyes, and in a second, he had wrapped his hand in her hair, dragging her bruised and bleeding from the bed to nearly drop in the floor. As he pulled her off her feet, fingers tangled in the long, brittle tress, he shook her, making another scream bubble from her throat in an agonizing testimony to her pain. He laughed and then spat in her face, the saliva running down her cheek onto her shoulder and down onto her bruised breast and bleeding nipple, mixing with the blood. She didn't even realize he'd tossed her across the room until she had already landed against the white bookshelf in the corner of the room.

In a pile of books and tattered knickknacks in the floor surrounding her, she looked down at the palms of her hand, and all she could see was red. Anger was the first thing to break through the painful haze, but when she looked up to see him over her, his fist poised again, she looked away and waited for the next strike which came promptly, knocking her into the shelf, her cheek breaking open and splattering blood on the sheet white walls. As she landed on her injured cheek and looked up at the small droplets of blood crawling their way down the wall, she closed her eyes, and waited for the tips of his boots in her ribs.

He knew how to hurt her so that she would never leave. Make her bleed and then wipe away the blood. Her enemy and her savior. Her tormentor and her rescuer. All she could imagine to herself was that she was on a beach as the sickening crunch of her ribs overtook her senses, and she screamed into herself as she curled tighter into her position. She tried to find the place that would bring her peace, but all that filled her mind was an agonizing pain.

He couldn't see her pain in her eyes when she averted them, but she desired more than anything for him to know how much she loved him. Even after all the painful strikes and beatings, she would have died for him, and that was enough for anyone to see that she loved him. He reached down, and his long, scarred, calloused fingers curled into her hair maliciously and ripped her up from the ground, his long tail swinging behind him in short snaps of anger. He lifted her from the floor by the long raven locks that spilled down her shoulders, and she screamed in pain. When the first shock racked her body, she wasn't sure what had caused it, but the room started quaking and she realized that the bone jarring strength in his arms was ruthlessly shaking her, making her jaw and teeth rattle painfully in her head.

“You stupid slut!” His dark eyes flashed dangerously. “Were you looking at another man?” Her blue eyes widened, and she tried to shake her head against the hold, but the pressure was too great. Pain was wrenching through her head like a bullet shot, and she could feel her hair giving way in a bloody mass to his harsh grip on her. He shook her again, and she felt her scalp give way, but instead of screaming as the blood poured down onto her face and shoulders as she hit the floor, she merely crumpled and whimpered in pain.

“N…no… I didn't look.” She whispered.

Her grabbed her shoulders and slammed her naked body against the white wall, blood splattering across the paint that was snow white in purity and sanctuary. As her eyes turned to the color, she found comfort there in the sheer beauty and cleanliness of the lack of color. When her azure eyes fell to blood splatters running down the wall, she closed her eyes to the crimson ugliness and whimpered as she felt herself tear again at the onslaught of his rough, calloused fingers, digging mercilessly into her body.

“Don't lie to me you stupid cunt.” He snarled viciously. There was no longer any hair at the crown of her head to tangle his fingers in, and so instead, he wrapping his large fingers around her head, the tips digging in and sliding around muscle, skull, and flesh. A scream gurgled into her throat, but she gagged on the taste of her own blood pouring into her mouth from the tilt of her head, coagulating on her tongue, and causing her stomach to turn in her flat belly.

“M-master. Please! Forgive me! I didn't mean to disrespect you.” She begged even as she knew it would do no good to satiate his anger. Instead of releasing her, he wrapped fingers around her arm, his nails drawing blood as he ripped the tender flesh, his grip tightening like a vice. She was not a weak woman, but even this made her whimper now, and it sent a heady gleam of pleasure into the sadistic eyes of the man.

With a sudden, final blow, he sent her to the floor in a splash of blood and saliva, and he smirked down at her with disgust. The dangerously dark eyes glittered at her one more time before he relented, and she heard the sickening crunch of her ribs again before he stalked off and left her in her pool of blood and misery. In some, sick, twisted way, she didn't hate him for his follies of beating her bloody and senseless. She still loved him so bad that it hurt her chest, and every time she would elicit the rare smile on his handsome face, she felt as if though a terrible weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. When she closed her eyes again, the weight was lifted forever.

The woman screamed and sat upright in her bed, pushing long strands of black hair out of her face, her azure blue eyes seeking an enemy in the darkness. The night was without moonlight, and she stretched out her senses to seek out anything of danger in the room, but she found nothing. When she closed her eyes, her only enemy was the pain of her mother at her father's hands in her dreams.

~O~O~O~O~O~

The party wasn't exactly what Goten had in mind, and as he entered his friend's house, he was immediately overwhelmed by the sound level of the music, the scent of alcohol in the air, and a sweet smelling smoke that wrapped around his senses like a deep, cozy blanket that tied the entire experience altogether. Trunks, for once, was actually behaving himself and staying home to better himself the next day under his mother's corporate scrutiny. Goten looked to his friend, a normal looking kid about seventeen, with wild brown eyes that reminded him of his father.

“Come on, Goten.” He pulled the teenager through the door, and as they pushed their way through hot, sweating, gyrating, dancing bodies, Goten caught the scent of immense arousal coming from the majority of the people in the room, and he tilted his head. It wasn't unusual to smell an aroused person from time to time, but this room was steeped in it as if though it were unnatural and alien. It heated his blood, and right as he felt his eyes closing in the pleasure of so much stimulation, a soft body bumped into him, and he was looking into the shy, turquoise eyes of a very pretty girl. She blushed enduringly at bumping into him, and as quickly as they had met, she brushed her lips on Goten's and disappeared into the small crowd.

He raised an eyebrow to his friend as they neared the edge of the tangled mess of bodies. The scent was still making his baser instincts squirm inside of him like a ravenous beast, and he quieted the animal inside immediately when he reminded himself he could harm one of them with the full force of his lust. He looked to his handsome friend, and the blonde shot him a rueful grin. “You get a lot of attention, huh, Go-kun?”

“What's wrong with these people, Andrew?” He raised his voice over the music, and it raked over Andrew's senses like a hot tongue across his neck. He smiled back at his friend.

“Oh, one thing or another. See that girl over there? She found out she was pregnant over a month ago, and she's still smoking Speed and drinking to get drunk three nights a week. That blonde over there? She's from England, and she got involved with a Yakuza like the dumb bitch she is. See that gorgeous red headed guy over there? He's a virgin, but everyone things he's a player. He's too proud to and scared to admit that he's gay.”

Goten shook his head. “No, not like that. What's wrong with them? They all…so…” The street smart, girl-friend playing son of Goku faltered at the word.

Andrew laughed. “Horny? Yeah, that's because they're on X, Goten.”

Goten's pretty brown eyes took on a look of sheer curiosity. “X?” He asked politely. Andrew's jaw dropped and he started to choke slightly before he regained his composure.

“Yeah, man. Ecstasy. It's a freaking drug. Where the hell have you been?” He pulled Goten out of the last of the moving bodies and through a door. The house itself was fairly nice, and it was obvious that this particular person's parents were well off, but then again, most of their parents were. Except for Goten's. As they entered a small drawing room that branched off the rest of the mansion, Goten was again struck with the same scent of sweet smoke, but this time, it was stronger and accompanied by the snorts of laughter and joking.

Andrew tugged Goten into the small library, and he recognized most of the trouble makers from school, save for one lithe body that was curled up on an easy chair with a hooded sweatshirt pulled up over his face. The room was nicely furnished with deep leather couches, easy chairs, and a study desk on a bare wall, and adorning each couch were the troublemakers of Goten's school. One of the boys threw a half-wave at the Saiya-jin and offered a cigar. “Smoke this, Go-kun.” Goten recognized his friend, Alex, and smiled as he took the smoking cigar from him, and lifted it to his lips. When he inhaled, a sharp pain resonated through his lungs, and he gasped before he went into fits of coughing.

“What the hell is that?” He made a face as he passed the cigar to Andrew who promptly took a large hit off of it and held the smoke in his chest before answering.

“Weed, dude.” He reached to hand it to the figure in the chair, and before Goten realized it, a beautiful, long fingered hand escaped from the confines of the sweat shirt, and when the hood was pushed back, long, raven black hair spilled over delicate shoulders, revealing the most beautiful creature Goten had ever seen in all of his life.

There was nothing too terribly shocking about the girl, save for her strangely blue eyes that contrasted the black hair, but other than that, she was a typical beautiful human with long legs folded underneath her and delicate hands that Goten could imagine on his body. Her face was stoic was she took the rolled blunt from Andrew, but her pale blue eyes never left Goten's face as she took a hit and held it for a minute. While everyone else had been choking and coughing with their hits, she sat quietly and then breathed it out through her nose and mouth at the same time.

Goten had never seen anything more erotic. She vaguely reminded him of a fabled dragon, but she was much more real. The smoke curled around her face and melted into the air, and the entire time, she would not remove her gaze from him. The other boys smirked at each other as she appraised Goten, and then, like the breaking of a spell, her eyes snapped to the boy who had handed Goten the weed to smoke. “He's young, inexperienced, and utterly arrogant.” She took another hit and immediately passed it to the boy on her left. “He's not your typical groupie, Alex.”

The boy leaned forward, plucking the blunt from his friend's fingers and before lifting it to his lips, he smirked. “I'm surprised your little talent works on him, Diana.” Alex, being one of the `friends' that Goten found himself in trouble with now and then, was slightly older than the rest of the group, and he was also slightly more devious. For a boy his age, Alex was a stunning representation of what the male population strove to be, and he was constantly hounded by women to prove it. His pale amber eyes shone in amusement, and he rested his chin on a delicate hand and looked at the blue eyed beauty who was pushing the mass of black hair over her shoulder.

The girl smiled at Alex indulgently and then turned her eyes to Goten again, the smile disappearing. Goten still hadn't said a word to the woman, but he could tell that she was different from all his phone tag partners that he indulged in so often. She was confident and deadly, mixed into a small package of beauty for him to gawk at. She smirked at him suddenly and then stood, her long legs unfolding gracefully, her bare feet sinking into the thick carpet beneath her. Goten's dark eyes followed her movements with interest until she was standing in front of him, blue eyes burning.

“So, what's your name?” He blinked at the question, and then, he blinked again. The question, in contrast to her burning eyes, was so simple and straightforward that he had to pause himself before gazing at her and considering answering. He could feel something unusual about her. She looked like a normal human, and she acted like a normal human, but her scent was slightly off, and underneath the surface of her calm demeanor, energy crackled and flowed like a waterfall.

“G-Goten.” He stuttered quietly. While the rest of the men began to howl in laughter at his innocent reply, Diana merely smiled at him and touched his cheek with the tips of her fingers. She rolled her eyes at the laughter and spoke to Alex without removing her sharp gaze from the Saiya-jin boy's face.

“Alex, don't corrupt the beautiful ones. He's too damn sweet.” The fingertips followed the strong line of Goten's jaw, making the boy's breath catch in his chest. The ki that flowed out of her made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, and his eyes widened. The feeling was sexual and tense, but at the same time, it was a warning of touching her, of feeling her, and trusting her. She kept him at a distance even as her touch turned the blood in his veins to fire.

She suddenly withdrew her hand, and with a smirk, she turned her back on the boy. “Alex, send him home. Innocence doesn't belong with us.” With that, Andrew touched Goten's shoulder, and pulled him gently out of the room. They found their way through the twisting mass of aroused bodies, and Goten was shocked to watch several couples blatantly having sex in the middle of the entire gathering. His nose wrinkled in distaste.

Andrew pulled him out the front door and immediately, the young Saiya-jin took a deep breath of pure air. The blonde next to him chuckled. “She likes you, man.” Goten stole a glance at his friend, and rolled his eyes. He had the distinct impression that he'd been brought here especially to meet the girl, but he had no idea why. From the looks of her, she boasted about the same age as Gohan, but her eyes spoke of years beyond even that type of experience.

“Where is she from?” Goten asked.

“Hell if I know. She was raised in the United States, but she moved here with her mother who is some big business hotshot. Rumor has it she was in jail for a few days and then had to go to some aggression therapy.” Andrew answered as they descended the steps onto the Tokyo streets.

“What did she do?” Goten inquired.

“She beat the hell out of some guy for trying to take her mother's purse. They say the guy is paralyzed from the waist down, and she bashed his face in so good that he looks like a mutant.” Andrew shrugged. “She'd never do that to any of us, though. She's got a thing for Alex.”

Goten shrugged at the statement. At best, when he'd seen her, the energy was subdued. It was brutally tied down onto her mental pole so that she could control it, and he found it hard to believe that any human was capable of such a wide array of energy and emotion. She was obviously confident in herself, if not a bit arrogant, and her face reflected a regal grace, even if she was just some common American girl. Goten nearly stumbled as Andrew stopped in the middle of the street in front of him, allowing the demi Saiya-jin to crash into his back.

“Damn, man.” Andrew cursed as he turned on Goten. “This is my house, Go-kun. What the hell were you thinking about?”

“Huh? Oh. Nothing.” Goten was uncharacteristically quiet this night, and Andrew issued a rueful chuckle.

“Just forget it man. She doesn't date anyone. She's way out of our league, and even if Alex was straight, she probably wouldn't date him either.” Goten nodded at his friend and waved to him as he began to walk away. When he was sure Andrew was safely inside of his house, Goten lifted from the ground in a shining aura of ki and disappeared into the night.

~O~O~O~O~O~

From the window in the study, Diana watched the two go with quiet blue eyes. She wrapped her arms around herself and sighed in annoyance as she felt familiar hands rest themselves on her shoulders. “You like that kid, huh?” Alex's smooth, nearly feminine voice graced her ear in a hot rush of breath. She nodded and shrugged the hands off. Alex didn't take offense to her abrupt nature, and he leaned back against the wall next to the window with a slight sigh.

“He's different.” She answered. “He's as pissed off as anyone I've met, and yet, he carries some sort of innocence. He's….”

“Like you.” Alex finished. “Well, you…plus the innocence.” He smirked as she flashed a blue eyed glare at him, and then he grinned.

“You'd never guess who that brat hangs out with at school.”

“Oh, does he hang out with someone important?” Her voice revealed boredom that could only be attributed to the way she was raised by her mother.

“Yeah…Just Trunks of Capsule Corporation.” Alex answered with an amused voice. Diana's eyes widened, and she turned her face back to Alex, her eyes widening. Doubt and disbelief clouded her features, and she shook her head as if to clear out a strange borage of wild thoughts.

“As in my mother's business partner, Trunks?” She arched a dark eyebrow. Alex nodded his handsome head, and then he ran delicate fingers through his fake blonde hair and gazed at Diana with a mixture of worry and annoyance. The woman would never cease to amaze him with her lack of interest in manipulating the little people of the business world.

“Yeah, he's the youngest boss that company has had. He's a child prodigy of sorts. Of course, with his hard ass dad in charge of his education, it's no wonder.”

Diana's eyes turned to Alex again and turned to fully face him as she crossed slender arms over her chest. “Tell me about his dad.”

“Eh. I don't know much.” Alex said quietly. “From what I've seen of the man, he's pretty severe, serious, overbearing, rude, and arrogant. Bulma put him in charge of the space program, and so far, the program has made leaps and bounds in technology, so I can only guess how smart the bastard is, but it's not unusual for Trunks to show up to school with bruises and shit across his face.” Alex finished and then shrugged. “I guess he takes it for his mom's sake. He's a good guy if a little withdrawn and cold. Goten's really the only one he ever talks to.”

Diana nodded and then looked out the window again, her blue eyes taking on a far away look. “We'll see about that.” She declared softly. “We'll just see.”

~O~O~O~O~O~O~

The scent of male arousal hit Goten's nose the moment he walked into his room, and he froze. The shadows moved, and fear wrapped its claws around Goten's heart as warm, calloused hands slipped over his shoulders and gripped him painfully. The strange euphoria of the marijuana was still in his mind, so when the hot breath brushed his neck, he didn't fight it this time in delight to his torturer. The hands nearly melded with his skin in his twisted, pained mind, and they slowly slide around his body, and he felt a chest pressed to his back.

Goten's throat constricted and released as he swallowed, closing his expressive eyes, hiding his emotion. A single tear slid down the velvet cheek, shining in the moonlight. The gloved hands slowly pulled at his shirt, yanking it off over his head, and the cool air in the room was suddenly contrasted by hot lips on his shoulder, making him shiver wildly in disgust and unwanted lust. The hands pressed against his abdomen, causing a hard arousal to be pressed against his back, and he was painfully aware of the scent of lemon grass and soil. The white gloves were filthy with dirt and grime from an obvious training session, and as wrong as it was, Goten couldn't help but relax against the hard body in the knowledge that he too went through the same emotional anguish.

Fear still permeated the air, but it was obvious that the figure didn't care what his young lover smelled like as he stepped away and began slowly peeling away his gloves, several layers of shirts, and then his boots and pants, leaving him standing like a god in the soft moonlight that wrapped around his muscles like blue satin. As he stepped out of the shadows, facing Goten, the boy couldn't help his pounding heart and the mixture of excitement and fear that filled his being every time this regal, dignified, and arrogant Saiya-jin would grace his room with his dark presence.

It wasn't him that Vegeta came for, though. The name he whispered and growled during their brutal sexual encounters was not Goten's, but he tried to correct the prince once, and it hadn't gone very well for him the rest of the night. Vegeta stepped forward, his dark eyes almost empty except for the small glint of sorrow and lust that lurked in the charcoal depths, and without preamble, he roughly reached for Goten's pants and ripped the button off of them, causing the small clinking to cross the room on the hardwood floor. Vegeta wasn't seeing Goten as he pulled the boy's pants off of him roughly, and he wasn't feeling Goten as his hands ghosted over the boy's beautiful, lean body.

“Kakarot…” The whisper was tortured and worn as if though he'd said his name so many times that it rolled off his tongue like a breath that was kept in his chest for too long. Goten flinched visibly at the name and turned his face away from the prince, only to find his face back handed and a vicious voice reprimanding his action. “Don't look away from me unless I tell you to, baka!” The expressive chocolate eyes graced the harshly angled face once again, and Vegeta's self control was undone.

In a tangle of refusing hands and pushing force, Goten found himself face down in his bed, with a heavy, hot weight pressing against his back. Tear began to leak from his eyes, wetting the sheets between him, and life suddenly went blank in front of his eyes, and he pushed his consciousness away from his body. His heart pounded so hard in his physical chest that the pain nearly stopped his projection, but just as Trunks had taught him, he left his body and soared above the bed, his mind locked away from his pain. He watched from the ceiling as Vegeta ravaged his body and made him bleed, all the while, the dark black, empty eyes never betraying the true emotion that he portrayed while he surged again and again into Goten.

The boy could almost feel the pain and sorrow radiating off the prince's body as he raped the only copy of Goku the world knew. Goten's eyes followed the harsh contours of Vegeta's body, watching how the moonlight caressed the iron muscles, and yet, when he looked at his face, there was nothing but pain and regret. Goten could almost feel sorry for the man raping him in understanding that without his rival, Vegeta was nothing. The boy almost wanted to offer himself as solace, but Vegeta would never accept an offering. The prince took what he wanted by force, and it would be no other way.

The moment that Vegeta began whispering into Goten's ear, his projection was ended, and pain surged through him as the prince pushed into him, the blood and sweat acting as lubricant. “Fuck, Kakarot. Don't ever leave me again.” The whisper was pained, broken, and harsh as he thrust into Goten again. Vegeta's voice wasn't softened, and in the back of his pain hazed mind, Goten realized that he was angry at his father for leaving behind this shell of a once great man.

“V-Vegeta. Let me get up on my knees.” Goten whispered softly. The actions paused, but instead of cuffing the boy for speaking, the dark Saiya-jin helped Goten find a place on his knees without removing his erection from him. Goten shifted his hips, and then he allowed his fingertips to curl into the sheets as Vegeta surged forward again, this time, not as harshly. Goten stifled a moan of pleasure as something inside him was suddenly struck, making sweet tension build in his stomach. The prince thrust forward again, and when the moan escaped his lips, a sharp pain made itself known in the back of his head as Vegeta roughly grabbed a handful of his thick, ebony hair.

“Do not make a sound, Kakarot. Your wife will hear you.” Vegeta surged into Goten again, his eyes half lidded, and the insanity of loneliness seeping into them like a disease. Goten's stomach dropped when he heard the command, and again, tears threatened at his eyes and began spilling onto the sheets. The moment that Vegeta smelled the salt, he became savage, harsh, and unbendable as he sped his pace up on Goten's body, causing the boy to scream out in pain into his pillow. He could feel the blood rolling thickly from his opening onto his thighs and dripping down onto the light blue sheets that his father had given him one year for Christmas.

“Oi, stop!” Goten suddenly began to fight Vegeta as the pain became unbearable, but Vegeta would not be fought off. The older man clamped his hands onto Goten's muscled hips, his fingernails drawing blood. Again, Goten began to struggle, and immediately, Vegeta released his hips, and grabbing a handful of hair in each hand, he shoved Goten's face into the bed, and holding him down, he brutally continued to rape the boy, making the screams turn to sobs, and soon, even the sobs were silent as Goten willed Vegeta to just finish his business and leave.

Vegeta could feel the beginning tendrils of release in his lower stomach, and when the boy let out one last sob of pain, contentment filled the prince's body and he released himself with a grunt into the shaking child beneath him. He surged into him three more times as powerfully as he could without releasing a large amount of ki, making the boy's bones groan in protest before he pulled away from him. Goten's eyes were tightly shut, and even then, in Vegeta's mind, he could see Goku, closing his eyes for sleep after their lovemaking.

Vegeta stepped from the bed, leaving the broken Goten sobbing quietly into his pillow, and the prince found a towel and wiped the blood off of himself, he looked on the boy with a strange insane pleasure. He dawned his clothes, and he purposely left the gloves on the boy's bedside table. Before Vegeta turned to go, he left a lingering kiss on Goten's face, and he smirked at the boy. “I'll see you tomorrow, Kakarot.” With that, he was gone through the boy's window, leaving the demi Saiya-jin in a bloody heap on pale blue sheets.