Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Ouji ❯ Chapter 02 ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Believe it or not, I still don't own DBZ.

 

Chapter 02

 

He was still sitting in the same room, on the same floor, trying to comprehend what had happened to him. He lifted his hand and stared at it. He could still feel boy's silky skin, he remembered the way he smelled, his sweet voice. Vegeta closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The boy's scent was still on him, mixing with his own.

He had called his men to bring him away, to take care of him. He knew what they thought. It was a common way to punish a traitor: Hurting his family. Betrayal is not a matter of one person; it's a matter of family, even if they hadn't been involved in the betrayal itself, they were still responsible for not preventing it.

Normally he let his men take over the task of breaking the poor soul, letting them have their fun … but not this time. His men thought that he took the matter so personally that he took it in his own hands. That he took pleasure in hurting the boy by having his way with him. They thought that he had become like them.

Vegeta snorted and slowly rose from the cold floor. No. He didn't take delight in hurting somebody like that. But this boy …

He stared at the chains hanging from the ceiling. No, he didn't take the boy because he wanted to punish his brother. He didn't take him because of a perverse sense of pleasure. No, he took him because he had no other option, he simply couldn't hold himself back. It had started the very first moment he laid his eyes on the unconscious young beauty. He frowned. Did he just refer a man as a beauty? But his pale face, that perfectly sculptured body, clad in skin tight leather … this mixture between innocence and provocation. It was like the first taste of a mind blowing drug which now run trough his veins, making him addicted immediately.

And when the boy had opened his eyes, those deep dark fiery eyes, Vegeta had known that he couldn't stop himself anymore. He had fought, he really had. But when he perceived the sound of that deep yet soft voice it sent shivers down his spine, and all he wanted was to hear this voice scream his name in ecstasy.

It had been an illusion to think he could get him out of his system by devouring this delicious little creature. But the boy hadn't screamed his name. Most of his screams were out of pain, not pleasure. Still now, after he had sated his urges, after he had just had his way with the boy, the mere thought of the youth made his loins tingle with lust, spreading in his whole body, making him ache with longing.

Vegeta frowned. He had hurt him, he didn't know how badly, but enough to bleed. It had been the boy's first time; it was obvious in the way he reacted. Vegeta felt pride and desire swell within him. Nobody had yet owned the boy's body besides him, and as long as he lived, nobody would do it in the future as well.

But … Vegeta's frown deepened … he had raped the boy. He couldn't put it different. He had been unwilling, he had been taken him by force, he had been hurt. Well, in the end the boy had obviously enjoyed himself, but still. He would be frightened of him, frightened and uncooperative. And for the things Vegeta had in mind he needed the boy's consent. He wanted the boy's consent, his trust, his body, mind and soul, everything he had, everything he was and more.

Vegeta felt a possessiveness rise within him like he had never felt before. And suddenly he knew that even if he got what he wanted, even if the boy's family was handing him over the traitor and his money, he still would keep the boy for himself. He wouldn't let him go. He just couldn't.

 

 

“You knew it. You fucking knew it and didn't tell me.” Turles' eyes were glowing with long suppressed rage. All he could do not to attack his brother was curling his hands into tight fist until the knuckles became white.

Bardock watched his younger brother with mild curiosity, seemingly unfazed be the recent news. “You mean Raditz's stupidity. Well, I was informed of it. After all I have connections, you know.”

Turles shook his head angrily. “And you didn't tell me? How am I supposed to keep our family save if you don't tell me what's going on? Why the hell didn't you interfere? Raditz endangered us all! And now your youngest has to go through hell because of it! Bardock, are you out of your mind?”

Bardock slowly raised his head and stared proudly at his enraged sibling. “Be careful with what you say, brother. After all it's me who is in charge of our family, not you. Remember that.”

Turles snarled enraged and shouted. “You? In charge? So if you are the one to take care of the family why is your youngest actually in the claws of the Ouji, who will do Kami knows what with him? I've been responsible for the security of our family for years now, but I can't do anything if you keep essential information for yourself.” He glared angrily at his brother.

Bardock sighed deeply and turned his head to look at the picture hanging at the wall opposite to his desk. It showed a young woman with long black hair, wearing a beautiful red kimono. Turles followed his brother's eyes and sadness washed over him. He knew what went through Bardock's mind. The picture showed his brother's dead wife, Raditz's mother. Turles knew about the guilt Bardock felt because of her. He knew why he was protecting Raditz, although the boy had endangered the whole family with his yearning for power. And he knew why Goku had to suffer.

“It is wrong.” Turles whispered just loud enough for his brother to hear. “You know it is wrong. He isn't responsible for what happened. Your guilt will not lessen by sacrificing him. You will only add more guilt to your soul, brother, and Raditz won't be grateful for it.”

Bardock's facial expression was sad and thoughtful when he answered. “I have to. I made so many mistakes with him. Everything went wrong. It's my entire fault. I have to make it better.” He turned his head and looked at his brother, eyes shining with unshed tears. “I never wanted Goku to get hurt; you know that, don't you? But … I can't hand Raditz over … they'd kill him.”

“If you don't they'll probably kill Goku. He's still a child, Bardock. He has never been involved in the business of our family. He is an innocent; he doesn't deserve to be treated like that. You didn't hear what I heard, brother. He's in pain. He needs our help.”

“I know, brother, I know.”

 

 

Darkness was surrounding him, soft and warm, like cotton wool, making him feel safe and protected. Somewhere behind this darkness, he knew, pain and humiliation were awaiting him. He tried his best to stay where he was, warm and safe. He didn't want to be drawn back into the light of consciousness, but soon he lost this fight as well.

Pain. It was the first feeling entering his world, soon followed by the light, hurting his eyes. He could feel it like a giant wave, rolling up and down his body. He started to remember, little by little. His body was bruised by the crash, especially his head and his back. His muscles were hard and painful knots. And the lower parts of his body … no … he didn't want to go there. Too much pain. He didn't want to go there. If he did he would have to face the truth. He would have to face him again, if only by memory.

But despite his feelings he started to open up his eyes, trying to find out where he was. His eyes grew large and he started to tremble. He was in a bed room, lying on a king sized bed, and somehow he just knew it was his room. It seemed like the kind of room which would be inhabited by him. Dark wooden furniture, obviously very expensive, combined with deep red silk sheets on the bed, carpet and curtains held in the matching colours. The style was European, not Asian, much to Goku's surprise. One would think that the head of the Japanese Mafia would stick to Japanese style of living. Well, on the other hand it seemed to fit this man more than well.

Goku started to frown. `I sound as if I actually knew him… NO, don't go there. Just don't remember…' He took a deep breath, forcing down the memories trying to surface. He sat up, taking a closer look at his surroundings, suppressing the cry of pain nearly escaping his throat, sore from screaming. Suddenly his right foot caught his eye. Or more the chain attached to it, tying him to the bed.

`Fuck, this is just … it can't be real … please don't let it be real. Don't let this have happened.' His body started to tremble violently when reality finally crashed down on him. He couldn't suppress to sobs any longer, let them break free along with the tears sliding down his face. He couldn't escape, he couldn't hide. All he could do was stay here and waiting for him to return. Goku curled up, hiding below the deep red sheet, crying his eyes out.

 

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Thank you all a lot for your great reviews. I'm really happy and surprised about the success of my little experiment and I've decided to continue the story.

I know it has been some time since I've posted the story first, but I'm pretty busy at the moment. I'm moving in another city at the moment to attend to university, and my life is therefore quite chaotic. I hardly have time to write anymore *sniff*.

I've still not decided on a beta-reader, although I had some great offers, because I'm hardly at home lately. I'd ask those who are still willing to beta read my fanfiction to E-Mail me on cskirsch@surfeu.de. I'd be very grateful for it.