Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vengeance So Sweet ❯ Vibrant Violence ( Chapter 5 )

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

Chapter 5

Vegeta blearily stared around his luxurious room. His mind was still foggy...'What the hell happened to me?' He rolled his tongue around in his mouth. It was dry and listless similar to the rest of his body. Vegeta brought his hands up to his face to scrub away the veil he was still experiencing. The movement served to rouse his skin and restored some feeling in his haggard visage. Slowly, the embattled monarch pushed himself up to gain a standing position. Muscles screamed from tightness while bones cracked. Respiration consisting of long, slow breaths continued to revive the stricken Saiyan. He noticed his Ki finally. It was starting to burn a welcome path through his being restoring a small measure of satisfaction.

He smirked--but that quickly dissolved when reality set in. His Queen, the center of his entire world, had taken it upon herself to free her father while keeping the planet out of a protracted war. 'Damned Woman!' he thought bitterly. Anger bubbled up from the pit of his stomach heating his blood. That was his role! He should have sacrificed himself--and he would have if she had not been so damned headstrong.

Vegeta gritted his teeth as he finished dressing with only one thing on his mind. He had to retrieve his Queen. He would bear any cost that came with returning her to his world.

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"We have him where we want him now" a greedy voice said triumphantly. Fists were pumped in the air while crooked smirks made their way around the table. Ruxin was holding court with the all-powerful Saiyan council. He gave a nod to Axel, the ruthless, political Minister of War.

Axel gained his feet with an air of superiority. "My fellow Saiyans. Now that we are free of foreign influence--" he gave the group a knowing nod "--we can now focus on expanding the empire in the old ways. Through blood, through aggression, through total DOMINATION!" he roared with blood lust. He was joined by his comrades in envisioning the glory to come...that is all but one.

Bardock, trusted advisor to the new King as well as lead planetary scientist, cast a scathing eye upon the room. "You cannot possibly believe the King is so easily put off, do you?" he spat in reprimand. "He will not take this situation lightly and he will get her back. Our devotion to our King dictates that we support him in his cause. We are honor bound to..."

"Oh shut up old man!" Ruxin brutally cut across. He stared Bardock right in the eye, even though inside he was quaking with fear. "We are tired of sitting still. We are warriors! We are not peace keepers nor do we ever want to be."

Bardock move forward with alacrity until he was right in the younger Saiyan's face. In a low and graveled voice he said "You dare to assume you have the courage to confront the King, boy? To tell him that you know what is best? How long do you think it will be before they--" he jerked a thumb at the rest of the council "--will be dragging your mangled carcass to a funeral pyre after the King is through with you, hmm?"

The barest hint of a tremble began to flow through Ruxin's form, starting with his upper lip, then reverberating ever so faintly, through the rest of his body. Everyone in the room could see his humiliation as the smell of fear wafted to their nostrils. Ruxin took a few steps back looking to regroup. "I.....I will say what I like you miserable excuse for a warrior" he tried. "The King is not a strong as he once was, we all know that!" He shot a look to his closest compatriots who nodded in support. They had seen the reports. They knew their King was strong but not as invincible as before.

Faces filled with triumph moments before, suddenly grew pale, alarming Ruxin. As he was backing up he ran into something hard, like a wall.....steel? "Oh no" he mumbled incoherently as he realized......

"No, Ruxin. I may not be as strong as before but I am strong enough--" as Vegeta thrust his arm forward and grabbed the offender by the neck. Ruxin's eyes began to bulge as Vegeta slowly wrapped his fingers and thumb tightly around his thin neck, beginning to squeeze his throat. He forced Ruxin to turn to face him, or break his own neck, as he brought Ruxin's face closer, sneering "Do you know what the penalty is for attempting to overthrow the King?" Ruxin, face already red from embarrassment and lack of circulation, gurgled and sputtered in response. "Excellent so this should be no surprise at all then" Vegeta finished through a large toothy grin. Vegeta pressed his thumb deeper into Ruxin's trachea applying more pressure to Ruxin's windpipe, rejoicing in the sound of the bones fracturing one at a time. Ruxin's hands frantically clawed at Vegeta's mighty hold as he tried to break free. Legs began to flail in any attempt to loosen the vise-like grip slowly crushing his neck, but only speeding up the death throes. His panicked eyes searched the room for help only to be met with bowed heads or shamed faces, none of his compatriots seemed to be within view......

Face purple, veins bulging all over his face, eyes rolling, and lungs deprived of oxygen, Ruxin began to succumb to his fate. As Ruxin's convulsions reached their peak, Vegeta coldly eyed the remaining errant advisors. "What!?! No one will speak for this wretched piece of filth?" Vegeta's disdain for these poor excuses for warriors was palpable and dripping with disgust. Turning his attention back to his task, Vegeta slowly increased the tightness of his grip as he stared Ruxin in his terrorized eyes, watching the gift of life slowly ebb away. Vegeta was rewarded with Ruxins lifeless visage; unfocused, unseeing orbs now lying uselessly within their sockets. No longer amused, the King effortlessly threw the offending corpse on the table in front of the quivering council. Ruxin, in his vain attempt at escape, had bitten through his own tongue, and causing blood to ooze from his mouth, his head turned towards Axel as if he were still calling for help from beyond the grave, but all that came out was his severed tongue, slowly flopping to the table.

Satisfied with the effect, Vegeta declared "The Queen of Vegeta-sei will be found and brought back to us. No matter who must fall in the process we will not fail." He turned and looked each Saiyan in the eye. He stopped at Bardock and offered a hint of a smirk to his ever loyal advisor. "Bardock will run point on this endeavor. Anyone failing to obey his direction will be brutally discarded without question by my hand. What I have done to this fool--" he nodded to Ruxin's rapidly cooling body "--will look like a pleasure trip. Are we clear?"

Vegeta's piercing stare swept over the room daring anyone to disagree. Even the most battle-hardened Sayian paused to swallow thickly. One at a time, they rose and bowed down in front of their King affirming their commitment to his most recent decree. With sickening rapidity, they offered false praise and devotion making Vegeta quite nauseous.

Ignoring the groveling sycophants, Vegeta called out "Bardock!"

"Yes, my King."

"I want options by tomorrow."

"It will be done, my King"

"Make no mistake, we are getting her back." With that statement, he swept from the room.

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'Just breathe' she thought while calming herself against the unknown danger she knew lay ahead. Bulma mastered her shaking form and focused on her task. Mentally she began ticking through her many inventions to further repress her fearful heart and to focus logically. Gathering herself she began to move down the corridor towards her most hated adversary. She had plenty of reasons to turn around but her love for her father continued to drive her forward momentum.

As she moved, Bulma noticed a figure at the end of the hall. The hulking image nearly took up the entire entryway, floor to ceiling. Dressed in a black AE suite, the man seemed quite formidable. Upon recognizing Bulma, a dull-witted grin graced his features as he ran a large hand through his red hair. With what he perceived as swagger (and others would characterize as awkwardness) he approached the Queen with an epic strut.

If the situation was not so grave, Bulma would be laughing hysterically. Apparently this idiot was trying to impress her. The lumbering form before her was covered in muscle and his head topped with a thatch of mussed red hair. With a smug smile the towering mane made his way to the wary Queen. "Ahh you are quite a beauty my dear" he purred. He meant to sound smooth to be sure, however it came across a bit gargled, as if his mouth were not used to producing sentences that long.

Bulma reviewed this hulking beast with exasperation etched into her features. With a sigh she imperiously asked "And you are?" A bright smile broke out over his large face. "Why I am..." He left the sentence hanging in suspense while he curiously began to preen and flex. Bulma as baffled at the unusual poses she was stunned into witnessing. After he finished by executing a complicated bow, he thunderously announced "... Racoom of the exalted Ginyu Force!"

Now that she had gathered herself, Bulma assumed and unimpressed mask. The look put a bit of a damper on Racoom's parade but he ventured to continue smiling and leering. "Well, Racoom, is it?" Bulma affected a hypnotic sway to her hips as she approached the mammoth man. "I am trying to make it to a meeting with your master, Lord Frieza. Perhaps you could show me the way" she said in a soft, pleading manner.

"My Lord, Racoom seems to have waylaid our quarry. Is this you will?" Zarbon reported as he stared into the monitor at the interesting situation unfolding. Frieza's head snapped up to the large screen, a wicked smile playing about his lips. "Oh an interesting development indeed" he lisped. "No Zarbon, this interlude was not manufactured by my hand, however..." Frieza put his hand up to forestall Zarbon's movement to call back Racoom. "...let us see how our guest fairs. Think of it as reconnaissance for future incursions." For the first time in a while, Frieza seemed to be calming and sensual as he stroked his trusted lieutenant's well-formed backside lightly.

Racoom continued to stare at Bulma lasciviously. He leaned in...and with a lowered tone said "I can show you much more than that, little one". His rotting breath encompassed Bulma's senses nearly causing her to take a step back. She was disgusted and angry. With all that was going on she had to deal with an asshole like this coming on to her. She shivered in absolute revulsion. Racoom took the shiver as arousal and anticipation. He closed the distance between their bodies without noticing Bulma deftly removing an object from a cleverly designed secret pocket. "I know dear one, I feel it too" he growled in anticipation. "I wondered how long you could resist my animal magnetism. It's legendary" he boasted as he raked his eyes over Bulma's voluptuous form.

Swallowing the vomit that had bubbled its way to the back of her throat, Bulma pasted a sickly sweet but totally smile upon her face. "Of course I could not resist a strong, virile male specimen as yourself" she choked out. She stroked Racoom's chest lightly with both hands making her way to his over developed jaw line. A slender finger caressed his bottom lip.

He was quite gleeful...he was going to get lucky. Racoom wondered if she would live past the experience. He might let her live but odds are once he had a broad he never wanted her again.

Viewing the interaction from the throne room, Lord Frieza was beside himself. As if he was an oracle, he knew the future held ill tidings for Racoom. He was nearly dancing with anticipation. Zarbon's breath caught when he was forcibly thrown down to all fours by the diminutive Ice-jin. He was pleasantly surprised when a protruding arousal was pressed against his backside. Zarbon almost feinted...it has been so long. The firm hold Freiza had on his waist almost was enough to do him in. A faint moan passed Zarbon's moist, quivering lips as he pushed back onto his Lord. Frieza grabbed hold of Zarbon's braid, yanking his head back. With eyes glued to the screen he bent to whisper "Patience, my pet". He reached around and gave Zarbon's cock a squeeze that forced another groan. "Do not cum, do you hear?" Frieza growled--almost unable to control himself. A panting Zarbon complied, breathing heavily, as they continued to watch the scene.

Racoom extended the tip of his tongue to lightly engage Bulma's finger. To him the move was sensual, to her it was disgusting. But she had him where she wanted as she took a step forward and pressed her body against his. The move was welcomed by the behemoth. He opened his mouth to take in the tantalizing finger he had been licking. Bulma saw her opportunity through hooded eyes. "Do you like it rough, baby?" she cooed. Racoom nodded wanting to show her just how rough he could be. Quicker than he could pick up she replaced her finger with a wand like object and shoved it in Racoom's gapping maw. His eyes bulged and he started to move but he was too late. Bulma pressed the plunger and the wand became a metal pear-shaped body divided into spoon-like segments. They immediately spread apart and began automatically bolting the pieces of itself into his mouth causing increasing pain to the jaw and upper pallet. Bulma smiled viscously at her victory. "Meet the Pear of Anguish, my darling" she chuckled. He stumbled back clawing at his face but couldn't remove the offensive item. Sickening cracks began to issue from his face as his hard pallet was broken. Throaty screams spewed forth from the giant as he tore at his own face trying desperately to relive the pain.

It was at this moment that Frieza plunged into Zarbon, ending his torturous wait, and began thrusting at a break neck pace. Freiza watched the spark in Bulma's eyes as she rammed the rod into Racoom's face while activating it. The satisfaction that danced across her face upon her success was breathtaking. Zarbon stroked himself to the tempo of his master desperate for a conclusion. He, too, was enthralled by the devastating cruelty Bulma displayed. Racoom's screams were music to their ears as the pressure to release became more difficult to ignore. Finally as the device exploded in Racoom's mouth, the pair finished miraculously. Both now spent, they stared as Bulma walked away from the headless body, and four newly formed pieces of Racoom's skull that messily decorated the floor. She did not turn back, not even one backward glance.

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Prime had made it back to the ship in one piece. It was a quiet extraction with no interruptions. Damned peculiar now that he thought about it. He was able to steal down the corridors and retrieve the Queen's father with not interruptions. Well he was given a transport tube with who he was told was the Queen's father anyway. The man had purple hair, was that not the description for Trunks Briefs? How he wished the Queen was with him. He sighed as he thought back. As soon as Prime entered the ship, it immediately locked down and began to ready for launch. He panicked searching for a way to delay so the Queen could make it in time. Pressing button after button made no difference. It was only then that he realized that she had no intention of returning to the Saiyan home world with him. She was giving herself to the loathsome, evil monster for the rest of eternity ...to save her father from a fate worse than death and the race from a protracted war. An angry tear formed in his eye as he stared out into the inky depths of space. The King would never be the same.