Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Devil Within ❯ Chapter 1

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

AN: Anything in italics is a flashback, just so you know.

…And onto the story…

“You failed me,” He said calmly, his eyes boring down on the young man that knelt before him at the edge of the dais. “I asked you to bring back the Lords youngest, untouched, and you brought me back this filthy, thin creature, who has clearly been defiled. You will tell me which one of your men had their way with her before me.”

The prince bit the inside of his cheek but refused to answer. It was forbidden to touch any woman-slave before the Emperor had a taste of them and if he wasn’t satisfied, the poor creatures would be thrown to the barracks for any solider to play with. And unfortunately, they never played nice.

How was the prince to know that one of his own would go against his word?

They were flying over the barren land with the girl in Vegeta’s arms when they were attacked out of nowhere. Snarling, the prince threw the young girl in the arms of his trusted comrade, Raditz with the command to take cover and protect the merchandise before he flew off after the attackers, never realizing his mistakes when he came back to find the girls clothing torn, bite marks marring her once untouched skin and blood covering her thighs from an obvious forceful penetration and Vegeta closed his eyes in regret.

It didn’t matter what he could say to his lord and master, he was the one at fault. And for that, his team would bear the consequences, not just him… though he would experience the worse.

“Not going to answer me, I see,” Frieza murmured as he rose to his feet, his large tail thumping onto the ground behind him as he licked his lips. He turned to his second, Zarbon, and commanded, “Get the other two monkeys, take them to the pit. Their prince will join them shortly.”

Zarbon smirked, causing Vegeta’s stomach to churn at the ugly way it twisted his face, and he bowed deeply. “As you say, Lord Frieza.”

Vegeta watched out of the corner of his eye as Zarbon left the throne room with nearly a bounce in his step before he returned his attention back to the lizard in front of him and what he saw caused him to swallow nervously.

Frieza stood before him, obviously erect, and he nodded to the remaining patrons to leave the throne room, each door closing and locking. “Now, Vegeta, what am I to do with an already used sex-slave, hmm?”

With slow, careful steps, Frieza approached the young prince, his eyes darkening as they trailed along the length of the Saiya-jin’s body. Vegeta saw this and had to force the bile down that wanted to expel from the pit of his stomach.

“If you’d just tell me who it was, this would be much easier for you, little monkey,” the lizard purred before he suddenly disappeared from Vegeta’s sight, causing the Prince to bolt to a standing position, his arms ready to defend himself, but it was too late. Frieza had reappeared behind him and the next thing Vegeta knew, he was sprawled on his stomach with his master’s foot pressing into his back firmly.

“I guess I’ll have to have my fun with you, then.”

Vegeta gasped, his eyes springing open wide before he sat up, his breathing labored and sweat covered his body. He took in his surroundings before he sighed and fell back onto the uncomfortable cot that was set in the back of the simulator. How much longer would he be plagued with these memories? He knew it was a punishment, but a part of him wished he could forget them.

And now, he was forcing himself to hide from his wife whom had witnessed too much of his weakness already. Grumbling, Vegeta rolled onto his side as the memory continued to poison his mind, his hands fisting tightly in the sheets to the point of tearing.

Frieza grunted as he continued to thrust, his hands biting into the young prince’s flesh of his back to keep him still as he got himself off. It had been a while since he last took the man that lay beneath him and he had nearly forgotten how satisfying it was to dominate the one who was always defiant of him. Even now, Vegeta tried to fight against the lizard, his teeth clenched and his eyes shut tightly at the unwelcome feeling of being taken unwillingly.

And it hurt… yet at the same time it felt good.

Damn the tail. That was how he was caught off guard. The moment his front had met the surface of the floor, Frieza had bent over and grasped the furry appendage in his hand before stroking it like a lover, sending unwanted feelings of pleasure down Vegeta’s spine to the pit of his belly. He kept telling himself to fight and that’s what he did, but again, Frieza had the upper hand.

Vegeta had brought his elbow up to strike at the lizard, but his elbow was caught quickly and he screamed when Frieza squeezed it before twisting the arm unnaturally until he heard the satisfying snapping of bones. Now, with his one arm broken and the other one held down tightly by the ugly creature, Vegeta didn’t know what else to do. He continued to struggle against his master’s clutches, refusing to accept the fact that he was more powerful than the prince, and as he attempted to wiggle free, a strangled moan made him freeze.

“GET OFF ME!” Vegeta yelled but it was to no avail.

Frieza chuckled breathlessly, his thrusting now faster and harder and at his words, the lizard arched his back and flexed his hips, causing him to slip in just a bit deeper. Vegeta stiffened. “Just accept this, my little monkey. You’re not powerful enough to stop me,” Frieza grunted as he trailed his hand down to finger the furry tail.

Unable to control himself, Vegeta moaned and try as he might, he couldn’t stop himself from getting hard as the man continued to roll the tail between his fingers. It took everything in the young prince to force his erection away and shame filled him.

All he could do was lay there, struggle, and hope it would be over soon.

Unable to escape the clutches of the memory, Vegeta sat up and ran a hand down his face. Sleep wasn’t welcomed anymore and training was out of the question due to his injuries that he inflicted on himself from his last nightmare he had. He glanced down at his bruised and battered body and knew the moment his mate saw the state he was in she would throw a fit.

He sighed and stood before throwing the cot back in its upright position into the wall of the simulator. He then turned towards the console and engaged the gravity before he began a series of kata’s to work out his stress. The memory was still fresh in his mind and he forced it away, focusing solely on his movements. He was so wrapped up in his swings that he never noticed the knocking at the simulators door.

Pushing the memory away was futile and it continued to flash in his mind, and soon, it wasn’t just him in the simulator. Standing across from him was the figure of his tormentor. He growled, his ki rising rapidly and his eyes narrowed to slits as the lizard smirked at him. The moment the creature’s finger wagged at him in a come hither motion, Vegeta struck into action, completely oblivious to how out of control his ki was and who was just outside the simulator’s door.

“Vegeta?” Bulma called from the ramp that lead up to the simulator. “Come on, you’ve been in there for over fourteen hours, I think it’s time you came out!” She tapped her fingers against her crossed arms as she waited. After minutes passed, Bulma’s hand fisted and she banged it on the door in hopes he could hear it. “Vegeta! Turn off the damn simulator and come out! You haven’t eaten in hours and I made lunch!!”

Growling, Bulma turned to leave the simulator but the whining noise of the alarm that sat atop the doors halted her departure. She turned her eyes back to the metal dome, her heart racing and she jumped off the ramp before climbing up the ladder alongside the simulator to the small window to see what had happened. She leaned against the metal wall and peered in to see her husband in all his Super Saiya-jin glory, sweat trickling down his body as he disappeared and reappeared out of her sight repetitively, his teeth clenched in a snarl and his arms swing at an invisible force. She jumped off the ladder and ran back to the door and began to key in an override code, grumbling to herself while she did it.

Then, a screen slid out from the small keypad, indicating what she feared. His ki was too high for the simulator to sustain and the dome was going into overload mode. Her eyes widened as she took in the readings of his ki, and memories of when the simulator exploded last time flashed in her mind. She banged on the door again in a panic to warn the man that was currently inside whom was oblivious to what was happening, but just as she tried to warn her husband to lower his ki, the alarm changed and soon, sparks flew out of the screen, the light of the alarm also blowing shortly after.

Bulma turned to run for safety, her feet carrying her down the ramp. She could feel the pressure building from behind her and just as she lifted her eyes to meet their exact copies, the simulator exploded, sending the poor woman flying with the debris of the simulator. The last thing she heard was the screams of her son, his face hovering in her blurred vision before her world faded to black.

It was the strange feeling of his father’s ki rising rapidly that awoke him from his sleep. It was the anxiety of his mother that caused him to bolt from his room. And it was the fear that gripped him that caused little Trunks to spring into action when he watched his mother be thrown into the air from the explosion, her back arched and her arms flung out from the suddenness of it.

“MOM!” He had screamed as he watched the metal dome of the simulator break apart with ease, metal sheets flying in every which way, but all he could see was his mother being thrown in mid air, metal hitting her as she began to fall to the ground. In the blink of an eye, six year old Trunks caught the older woman before she hit the ground, his eyes blurred with tears at the state she was now in due to the explosion.

She was bruised and bloodied, her left arm hung loose at her side with what appeared to be bone pushing through the skin. Her clothes were torn from the shrapnel that repelled from the dome and he could clearly tell that some of it was embedded in her skin.

He was hyperventilating from his panic state, unsure of what to do and when he lifted his head to see who was around to help, he saw his father hovering above what use to be the gravity room, his eyes distant as he glanced down at the pile of rubble.

“DAD!” Trunks screamed. “MOM’S HURT!!”

At first, Vegeta didn’t react and Trunks growled before he picked up a large piece of folded metal and threw it hard at his father, whom caught it before it made contact with him. “DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?!”

Vegeta blinked to clear his vision, the form of Frieza fading away into nothing. The moment he was able to realize what had happened, he glanced around to see the simulator now a pile of metal and his mate bloody and unconscious in his son’s arms. His eyes widened and he flew to his son’s side, taking his mate into his arms and without another word, he carried her battered body into the compound towards the infirmary, his son hot on his heels.

“What happened, Dad? Why did the simulator explode? Is she going to be okay?” Trunks unleashed as he attempted to keep up with his father’s fast pace.

“Quiet, boy!” Vegeta snapped as he stepped into the elevator and pressed for the bottom level with a harsh finger.

Trunks winced and bit the inside of his cheek as he glanced from his father to his mother. He was as confused as ever. For now, all the little one could think of was how badly hurt his mother seemed to be, what little ki she had was wavering dangerously; spiking high before dropping so low it was nearly undetectable. Trunks swallowed heavily as he watched blood drip from her wounds and onto the floor, creating a puddle of red at his father’s feet.

It seemed like the elevator ride was taking forever and once the doors finally opened to the med level, Vegeta took off down the hall while barking orders over his shoulder to the nurses that watched him in shock. They all quickly snapped out of it and immediately moved into action, determined to do what it took to save the heiress’s life.

Trunks followed behind them all, and when he tried to make his way into the operating room, one of the nurses ushered him out before he could step inside, the door closing firmly in his face and with that, his panic increased tenfold.

Searing pain was what she awoke to. Her fingers twitched uncontrollably due to the amount of agony she was in and her eyes fluttered open to see nothing but white. Her vision was blurry and she blinked repeatedly to clear it, and soon, she could make out the patterns of a ceiling.

Everything ached, from the top of her head to the tip of her toes and she couldn’t recall a time she ever felt this much pain at once, yet she couldn’t find the energy to produce any sound. Breathing hurt too, but she really couldn’t complain about that. At least she was breathing.

Her lips felt dry and cracked, but that was the least of her worries. She wasn’t sure of the extent of her injuries, but she knew they must be serious.

She attempted to wiggle her fingers and toes, but stopped as another bout of pain shot through her body.

But then, she was met with a moment of peace. A beeping at the side of her bed made her want to glance over at it, but she was unable to. And soon, her vision began to fade again, the pain that had been tormenting her disappearing as she willingly accepted the darkness of sleep.