Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Master Becomes the Slave ❯ The Master Becomes the Slave ( Chapter 8 )

The Master Becomes the Slave 8 by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: DragonBall Z and the characters of DragonBall Z are not of my creation. They solely belong to Akira Toriyama. I have in no way made any profit off Toriyama's work other than to create a fictional tale for my personal enjoyment.

Warning: This story contains Yaoi. It is not for under age readers. It is set in an Alternate Universe and strays greatly from the original works of Toriyama.  You have been warned.

Author's Note: I'm baaaaack!!! But for how long? Enjoy the short chapter. ^__~

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Kakarott had not risen yet. Vegeta thought that their training yesterday had exhausted the slave. He was glad for it nonetheless. He didn't think that he could look at him after what he'd done. Dreaming of Kakarott taking him had to be some residual madness brought on by being Frieza's test subject. The bastard had injected him with things that had caused delusions and paranoia. Frieza had gotten some kick out of seeing the prince all agitated before he sent him off to do his dirty work. And then...there were the other chemicals that tamed him, that made him so compliant that he had not even thought of attacking the ice-jin when he...

Vegeta shook his head and went to the kitchen. The past was becoming an annoyance lately. Why did he have to dredge up such horrible memories? The child in him that had experienced those things was still outraged. It was too bad. He couldn't do anything about it, not anymore.

His loyal followers Nappa and Radditz had been butchered simply because Frieza suspected that they were all getting too familiar with each other. It had been a lie trumped up by Zarbon. Frieza didn't like it when his favorites became sullied by the hands of another and he was quick to pass his judgment.

Nappa had not had the chance to react. The elder Saiyan had been blown to bits where he stood. Radditz's arm had been severed and he'd been taken to the labs to become one of Frieza's new test subjects. Vegeta had heard that the Saiyan had died a painful death.

You are now my rarest possession, Frieza had told him.

Vegeta snarled the thought away and concentrated on cooking. The past was becoming a bothersome ghost. He blamed it all on Kakarott. If the fool had only kept his distance and had not tried to take liberties with him, none of this would have happened.

I am being too lenient with him. Why else would he be so bold? He thought. I must train him harder. Give him something else to focus on besides being fucked.

It occurred to him that Kakarott had always been used for pleasure. It was possible, he decided, that Kakarott was accustomed to the routine and expected the same treatment from Vegeta. It couldn't be because the younger Saiyan liked the act. Why would anyone who was forced into slavery enjoy being intimate with his captor? It made no sense to him. Not once had he ever...

No, not with HIM.

The dreams about Kakarott were the most pleasant acts of intimacy that he had ever experienced, but he would never admit that to anyone. That was a secret meant to be buried. He had an image to maintain. He was the cold and powerful Prince Vegeta. A bitter Saiyan who was no longer beneath the disgusting thumb of Frieza.

Nevertheless, it did puzzle him why the ice-jin had granted him this form of freedom. Vegeta had lived with fear for a long time. The first few years, he had lain awake at night, thinking that Frieza would come for him again. He still expected to be called back to serve in Frieza's army. The only possible reason that Vegeta could think of for Frieza's generous decision to spare his life, was that the bastard took pleasure in knowing that he had broken Vegeta. The prince had no home, no family, and no subjects to aid him. He was alone and unable to seek out his revenge.

The sound of footsteps on the tiled, stone floor reached his ears. Kakarott had finally awakened. He entered the room looking clean in his new clothes. The sleeveless, dark blue garment clung to his torso like a second skin. The much looser pants, made of a cream-colored fabric, ended just below his knees. The cuffs were tucked into calf high white boots. He had forgotten to wear his jewelry. It was just as well. Vegeta had something strenuous in store for him today.

He finished cooking the mountainous morning rations of food for the both of them and served Kakarott. The young Saiyan bounced hungrily in his seat as the scents reached his nose. Vegeta fought back a smile and settled down across the table from him.

He watched him eat and marveled at how different Kakarott and his dream version were from each other. This Kakarott looked innocent, and lusted only after his food. The Kakarott from his dreams was shockingly experienced in sexual matters. He lusted greatly for Vegeta's body. He made him very wary.

He looked at Kakarott with suspicion.

"What?" Kakarott garbled out, his mouth filled with food.

Vegeta tapped his fingers on the table and told him, "The servants will be here soon. Hurry up and finish eating. You have a long day ahead of you."

Kakarott chewed slowly at his words, and then swallowed loudly. He took in Vegeta's closed expression and felt his scalp itch with fear. "O-Okay."

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**Yeah...not much but its getting there. When will Zarbon rear his pretty braided head? When I say? When? Muahahahahahaaaaaaaa!!!