Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Veil ❯ Tears For You ( Chapter 13 )

Now they were completely alone. Vegeta felt heavy with anticipation for some strange reason.

Frieza smirked as he saw the look of doubt clouding the Prince's face. "Hand over Vegeta-sei to me-!"

"Never." Vegeta growled, interrupting.

"OR, plead your ligeance to me, thus replacing the Chikyuu-jin scientist. Give yourself to me. You know you want to Vegeta." Frieza's tail swung out seductively behind him.

Bile began rising in Vegeta's throat. Dark memories from his past childhood flooded around his being and still haunted him to this day. The torture, the beatings, the violation of his body.

He was disgusted physically and mentally. For days on end when he was a child, he could not eat. Nor could they force him to eat. It was the reason for his stunted growth, the reason why he was shorter than any average Saiya-jin.

Frieza smirked coldly as he saw his Saiya-jin pet turn a paler shade. "What's the matter Vegeta, remember something?" He asked cynically.

"I will never be apart of your sick purging force again, Frieza." He spat every word out, his fist balling up tighter with each syllable uttered..

"Come now, chibi Prince. Join me, you can have the world." Frieza chuckled, once again trying to turn Vegeta to his side.

Vegeta's face showed no emotion, but inside the horror was evident. It was the exact same thing Frieza had told him when he was still in his purging force and army. He shook involuntarily. "Never." He croaked out.

Frieza's features contorted into rage, "So be it. I shall just have to destroy your planet. I've always been wanting to, but up until now I never had a reason."

Vegeta's eyes grew wide, "What? What do you mean destroy my planet?"

Frieza shook his finger, "Ah, ah! You have so far only seen a fraction of my strength, Vegeta. I am far more powerful than you could ever imagine. With one tiny blast I can smash this entire planet to smithereens."

"You lie!"

Frieza burst out with a wicked laugh, "You fool! Why do you think you're father has agreed to my every whim? Why did you think that he sent you to me? It was not because he wanted to, but because he knew that I could erase your entire race with a flick of my wrist if he didn't comply with my demands."

Vegeta shook his head, "No one has that much power." He tried to convince himself.

Frieza narrowed his eyes, "Do you dare to contradict me, you foolish monkey?"

Vegeta growled, "I don't believe you!" He stood tall, regaining his composure.

A cruel smirk twitched at Frieza's lips, "Well, let's just find out shall we? I'm going to make you wish you were never born."

Vegeta jumped down from the podium the throne stood on and took on a fighting stance. "I'd like to see you try." He seethed menacingly. Before he could even gather his thoughts, a punch was landed on his jaw sending him sailing across the room.

Frieza smirked, "Give up Vegeta. You know you can't win."

Vegeta extracted himself from the enormous dent on the wall, with great difficulty. That had been one hell of a punch.

Frieza was extremely amused.

Vegeta flew forward, an angry snarl erupting from his throat. He wanted to wipe that look clean off of the lizard's ugly face.

Friez phased just before Vegeta even had the chance to land a blow. It wasn't always that Frieza was forced to battle in hand to hand combat. Personally, he hated it.

All the sweating and blood had always made Frieza irritable and woozy, but it was the sweat that got to him the most. Even the though of someone's dirty paws touching his flawless skin was stomach churning.

But of course, this wasn't just anyone, it was Vegeta. And this made Frieza feel exhilarated. Without a second thought, he drove his knee into Vegeta's gut, relishing on the crunching sound.

Vegeta fell forward, winded. He knew he was well out of his league in fighting with Frieza, but what else could he do? He was not about to let the smarmy man take or destroy his planet. Even if that meant he had to sacrifice himself for saving his people. As he lay on his stomach, Vegeta's body began to spasm slightly, blood being sprayed out from his mouth and onto the marble floor beneath him.

Frieza shook his head, looking down pityingly at the way Vegeta lay, so defeated, so dead. Not even bothering to give him a chance to get up, Frieza flipped him around so that he lay on his back. He looked down with a positively psychotic smirk.

Vegeta looked up in rage and lashed out, trying to land a punch. It was useless, he was trapped beneath Frieza's small but heavy body. His breathing began to deepen as blood trickled out from the corner of his mouth.

Frieza straddled Vegeta's waist and began his brutal assault on Vegeta's face, punching him on the left side of his jaw and then on the right, and then back to the left. He continued this manner for a few minutes, rage blinding what little rational thought he had and causing him to pummel at Vegeta's face without mercy. He then continued to deliver more bone crunching blows to Vegeta's vital organs.

After more than two dozen blows, Frieza raised his fist and stopped it just before it connected again with Vegeta's already shattered jaw. His face was black and blue from bruises by his relentless punching.

Vegeta's handsome face was now contorted and broken, his breath slightly rasping as he tried to hold onto his conscious state, afraid that he would slip away into the darkness forever.

Frieza looked at the bloody face in awe. How could the Saiya-jin Prince have bruised so easily? Then he remembered the last time he had beaten Vegeta this way. It was before he had escaped.

Frieza had not meant to inflict this much damage onto to the sturdy sharp features that Vegeta had. But sometimes, the monkey infuriated him to such an extent that all his reasoning became lost! It was cast aside in a temporary rush of madness.

Frieza smirked, now that he had gained control over his emotions.

Vegeta tried to look away from the hideous features of the lizard. As the weight of Frieza raised off of Vegeta, he found himself only to be flipped again onto his stomach.

Vegeta hacked on choking coughs, his bruised and battered body losing almost all of the strength he had. He spat out more blood onto the cold stony floor.

In trying to push himself up, his cracked ribs prevented this, only to cause him to fall back down. Vegeta closed his eyes with resolve, and let his shattered cheek press into the cool marble floor, it was somewhat soothing to him.

Frieza watched this pathetic display of 'strength' with dismay. Why couldn't the foolish Prince just give in? He hovered horizontally over Vegeta's crumpled body.

Lowering himself horizontally to the broken body, fury once again began to blind him as he saw the strong resolve of strength on Vegeta's face. Why couldn't the fucking monkey just give in! The monster inside Frieza screamed with rage.

Vegeta had opened his eyes to feel Frieza's presence just above him.

Frieza tilted his head and stared with hate as Vegeta tried to speak.

"Fuck you." Vegeta chuckled wryly as he whispered the two tiny words out hoarsely.

Frieza snarled in unbidden hatred, "No Vegeta, fuck you." He spat the words into Vegeta's broken face. Discarding hesitation, he straddled the back of Vegeta's waist and roughly yanked the curled tail from its snug position around Vegeta.

Vegeta growled, "What are you doing," he asked harshly, wincing as his tail was yanked. He didn't have the strength to move anymore.

A sick gleeful smile spread across Frieza's face. "Giving you what you want, chibi Prince."

For once in a long time Vegeta showed the true emotion he felt inside at that moment, it was sheer and utter horror as the words sunk in. Memories that had been buried deep for years, surfaced once again and tried to claim the mighty Prince's sanity. "No," he groaned out, "NOT AGAIN!" He tried with all his might to push the rabid monster off of him, but it was to no avail.

Vegeta's throat began to burn, it was unlike him to voice his feelings. But at this point it couldn't be helped.

Frieza chuckled sweetly, if there was such a thing. He knew the perfect way to get Vegeta to want him. He began to slowly stroke Vegeta's silky furry brown tail. Up and down, up and down.

Vegeta shuddered in pleasure, he shook in anger trying to supress the desire. Frieza knew all to well that a Saiya-jin's tail was their sexual stimulant. It was sickening, he did not want this to happen and yet his body was reacting in such a whorish way.

Desire began fueling his entire body. Never had Vegeta remembered he wanted to die so much, before in his life. Of course there was the time when he was a young boy and the exact same thing happened.

Only of course, back then he was able to shed tears. But that was not so anymore, he had buried that flaw a long time ago and so now his eyes were devoid of tears, as he felt his body being violated once again.

Frieza laughed with a high pitch, causing his to seem even m ore insane than usual. He felt so alive, so elated! This was what he had waited to do for all these years. He tore away the flimsy training clothes that Vegeta had always seemed to adorn, leaving him lying on the floor completely bare.

Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut. This could not be happening to him, not again, not after the amount of time he spent trying to rid himself of the nightmares he had. As his clothes were ripped from his body, he couldn't help but feel helpless and vulnerable.

-This must have been what Bulma felt like.-

This thought plagued him. He had forgotten how terrible rape could be, and Frieza was his punishment for acting so hideously towards Bulma. It was funny that he would only think of her, at a time like this. Ever since that night he had lost control of his actions, he had continually berated himself. If he died now, then she would never know that he had not intentionally meant to hurt her.

Frieza leaned over and saw the look of sadness drift over Vegeta's face. As if he could read the Prince's thoughts, he spoke snidely. "What's wrong Vegeta?" His tone was fake with sympathy. "Are you thinking of the people that you have raped in your life time? What was it like to lose control?"

Vegeta's eyes flew open. How did he know about that?

Frieza sniffed the air around him, enjoying the deathly stench. "You're probably wondering how I know. Let's just say that Commader Brolli is getting his reward for drugging you that night. It's such a shame that the pretty Chikyuu-jin had to die in the lab explosion Brolli caused."

Vegeta growled in fury, so that was why he couldn't gain control over his actions that night! He knew something was wrong when he couldn't harness his intense desire of the Chikyuu-jin. He cursed Frieza and the known universe for putting him in that position. Wait a minute.. Brolli-? His thoughts were interrupted as he felt sharp nails rake down his back.

Frieza mouth curled into a sneer as Vegeta arched his back. "That's right Vegeta," he breathed into the tortured Prince's ear. "Enjoy this. I am." He continued to rake his hands down Vegeta's bare frame, covered in a thin film of nervous sweat. Frieza moved on to rub Vegeta's tail once more.

Vegeta felt as though he had lost all of his dignity. Pleasure, hatred and pain and self-loathing did not mix well together.

Frieza tried one final time, "Give up, Vegeta!"

Vegeta drew a deep breath and bellowed at the top of his lungs. "NEVER, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

Frieza snapped. He tore of his attached armour and raised Vegeta's hips, slamming into him with his own manhood.

Vegeta groaned in pain, it was a pain unlike any other. It touched him to the deepest part of his soul, rendering him to a child-like state. A scream tore out from his throat, which he tried to swallow unsuccessfully.

Frieza slammed in again, over and over until Vegeta became raw. It now seemed as though his eyes were empty shells. Just orbs of obsidian stone. His spirit had once again been shattered. Just as Frieza was about to enter him again, he couldn't take it anymore. "STOP!" He screamed.

Frieza hesitated and looked at the back of Vegeta's head suspiciously. "What was that Vegeta?" He liked where this was going.

"Stop.." Vegeta whispered, having been drained of all his strength. "I'll do it, whatever you want, I'll do it. No more please.." His voice was just above a whisper, dejected and prideless. This was the real Vegeta. Stripped of all pride and vulnerable feeling like a child, who had no comprehension for the real world.

This was the real Vegeta.

The lizard smirked, all previous anger leaving him. Finally! Finally Vegeta had come to terms with the agreements he had set. It was all too good to be true. He cackled, loving the way the sound reverberated off of the walls causing an echo effect. "It's about time, Saiya-jin no Ouji."

Vegeta didn't feel much like a Prince at that moment. He was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. But not before hearing a few final words that were uttered from Frieza.

Frieza breathed heavily into Vegeta's ear, "I shall give you a week to recover. I am feeling lenient. After that, you belong to me once again. Is that clear?"

Vegeta nodded meekly, his cheek still pressed into the chilling black marble floor. Blackness began clouding his vision, and he fell into a merciful coma. His final thought was, was that at least he had survived. A vision of Bulma blue hair and all, smiling softly, flashed before him, as he fell into the final stages of darkness.

Frieza tutted. Vegeta had always been physically weak, but this was laughable. Leaving Vegeta to lay naked on the floor, he stood up and began throwing on his discarded armour. Frieza grabbed his scouter and spoke fiercely into it, summoning Zarbon. The air in the transmitter crackled.

"Yes, Lord Frieza?" Zarbons muffled voice came from the scouter. A blast could be heard in the background.

Frieza frowned at this, "Just what are you doing Zarbon?"

Zarbon's crackling chuckle could be heard on the other end, "I just got rid of a few pesky problems."

Frieza narrowed his eyes at the scouter as if it were a person. "What do you mean." He demanded. Frieza could almost hear the sly smile spread across Zarbon's face.

"Let's just say, that Commander Brolli just got his reward for being so loyal." Zarbons voice was menacing. It was only like that during a fight or right after. In Zarbon's mind however, he was congratulating himself for destroying not one, but two Saiya-jins. It was definitely his day.

Frieza understood completely, "Meet me at my ship on the landing pad Zarbon. It's time we make our departure." He switched off the transmitter in the scouter.

Frieza looked at Vegeta's still body. Someone would find him and deal with him themselves. This was just a message and reminder for Vegeta and King Vegeta at just how vicious Lord Frieza could be. He strolled out of the palace, not a person was in sight, and made his way to his precious ship. Only to return a week later.

He just didn't think he could wait a week for Vegeta to recover and join his legion once again. It was always said that Frieza was an impatient man.

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