I knew I was pressing my luck when I left for Earth. Treason. The word is vile to my tongue. Goes against everything I've ever been taught. But I was never truly loyal to Freeza. He doesn't deserve anyone's devotion.
I knew they would follow me. I knew they'd catch up. But I had to take the chance.
Dragonballs. Fantasy turned into reality. Able to grant any wish--THE wish--MY wish. Immortality, the only thing worth dying for. Honestly, is there anything better than that? You can base all your hopes on anything you please; but if you base them on the ability to live forever and then you realize that goal, what CAN'T you do after that?! It's the holy grail. And if you die trying, well you would've died anyway. But if you succeed--if I could have grained it, I wouldn't be here in limbo. Waiting. For him--for THEM.
I remember the first day I met Zarbon. He was so much bigger than I had expected him to be. The men I had heard talking about him always called him feminine things. Like how he smelled like flowers and that he was beautiful and graceful. I was expecting a short, thin, wisp of a boy. I honestly didn't think Freeza wanted to look up to his sex partner. I thought it would go against his nature. I don't like looking up to mine...Anyway, I was led to his apartment one day, it adjoins Freeza's, and beheld him when he opened the door to let me enter. He dwarfed me. It was unsettling. As I knew what he was about and I had hoped to win against him if he tried anything with me. But just seeing him that first instant, by one look I knew I couldn't beat him at that point in my life.
Fear gripped me then, like it did most days. But as always I hid it from view. I stepped inside without a look back and without another look at my host. Surprisingly, he offered me everything he had.
"Come, Vegeta. Eat, drink, partake of my bounty."
Stupidly enough I smelled the air for a sign of food. But that wasn't what he was offering. Ordering. He smiled down at me. A dancing fire behind his eyes.
"I don't want you," I replied, disgust coloring my voice.
"What you want doesn't matter. That wasn't a request and you damn well know it."
"What I know is that I'm NOT about to touch you in any sexual manner while I'm this young and you're that old and not female and of no use to one of my caliber!"
He laughed at me then. A cold, heartless laugh. Much like my own, only softer.
"You're never going to have children, Vegeta. All your females are dead."
"No matter. I never really wanted them anyway. I want you even le--"
I was grabbed by the arms and kissed. Gently. Sweetly. "I've seen how you look at me, boy. I'm not blind."
He wasn't lying. I had seen him before. I just didn't know who he was at the time. "You've been hallucinating."
"You're in denial."
"I'm in hell."
"Close. Hell's behind that door." He looked toward Freeza's chambers. "No lie. I've been in there. It's cold and dark and full of dead things. Dead souls."
I shivered slightly. Knowing his words were true. All of them.
"Be mine and you won't have to be his. He wants to see me happy. He let me choose one soul to save from his particular brand of sadism and I chose you. Honor my choice, Vegeta, you know you want to."
"I don't love you."
"I don't require it. Lust is all I'll ever need. All I'll ever want. You lust for me, don't you, boy?"
All my fear faded away and I kissed him, hard on the mouth, pulling his head down to my level, clawing at him in my determination. He reciprocated and soon we were on the softest carpet I've ever known. He pulled off my armor between enraptured kisses and explored my body with his large hands. They were soft, uncalloused and had long green nails at the tips. His body temperature was much less than mine; his cold touch excited me, made me want to warm him up. I lifted his armor over his head and beheld his naked chest. There wasn't a single hair on it. I found that to be the case on his lower anatomy, as well. All of our clothing was soon on the floor with us. We were naked and together, with white death in the next room.
I paled as I thought of our master entering the room while we were in the heat of passion. I thought of his sick laughter; the kind that made you want to kill something whenever you heard it. But then I returned my focus to Zarbon. His beautifully bright eyes shining warmly upon me. Beckoning me. I crawled closer to him and he laid himself backward before me. Submissively. I felt my phallus begin throbbing for him.
I knew nothing of this. The ettiquette of it. All I knew was he was there and I was above him and I needed to be inside him. Besides, hadn't he asked for just that? Ordered it. Both in words and silently, bodily?
I gave him what he wanted. He had already spread his legs before me. Inviting me. I plowed into him like a missile hitting its target, hard and fast. He cried out to me then and I'll never forget the beauty of his words.
"Yes, Master! Ah! Fuck me! Rape me! Anything, just stay inside me!"
I immediately pulled out and his eyes widened in shock. I was reeling over what he'd said. He just called me his master! And his real lord was in the next room. Surely he had heard. He was certain to come in the room and kill me now. But he didn't. No one came.
"You're absolutely vicious, saiyan," he groaned.
"Why'd you call me that?"
"I get off on it. I thought you would too." He smiled at me again, "Come on, Master Vegeta, you're torturing me and I don't even have any marks to prove it."
I obeyed and entered him again. This time he made it a point to clench down on me, keeping me firmly within. I focused my mind on the pleasure he gave me. The tightness, the slight chill that coursed through me at every thrust inside his comparative coldness. I went faster, his practiced hips meeting my every thrust with ease. He began to whisper, "You're a god, Vegeta. My Saiyan God. Fuck your servant, God. Fuck your slave."
I lost my mind then in waves of pleasure as my sperm flowed into him. I think he had a similar experience, but I wasn't paying him any attention. My eyesight was gone, my vision was white and I was drowning in a sea of nerve pulses.
That was when Freeza came. The door connecting their rooms opened and he strode over to us. Zarbon rolled us over and helped me slip out as he got up to greet our overlord. I felt too good to care what was going on around me. Thankfully, Freeza wasn't interested in me at all. His attention was only on his cockwhore. He must've only gotten to his knees, because the next thing I heard was him sucking off the lizard. I started wondering if their were cameras in the room and came to the instant conclusion that there had to be. The walls were thick and Freeza's hearing just wasn't that good.
He let out one grunt as he turned and shot me with his rapid-fire canon. I yelled out and skittered across the plush carpet farther away from them. Freeza laughd, but Zarbon was unusually silent. My master walked over to me and picked me up by my shoulder. I clenched my teeth as he carried me that way only to toss me out the door. Thankfully it was the door I had entered from.
Now I'm bound inside this isoation chamber. Waiting for them to release me. To question me. Torture me. Kill me. Why? Because I destroyed a dragonball. Right before their eyes. They had them all and I wasn't going to let Freeza steal all my dreams. I powered up and shot one of them. I wasn't really expecting it to work, but it did. Into a billion shards it blew and my heart soared as I witnessed it. Finally! I had caused Freeza pain!
He had repaid me with a beating that seemed to last forever. Everything broken. I felt the darkness of death descend upon me, the life was draining out in a warm flood. My body was turning cold. But I wasn't angry about dying. I had tried to get to the wishing well, but had successfully seen it dry up. If I couldn't have it, no one could. There was now no hope of winning against him, so I had no qualms about dying.
But apparently Freeza still wants something from me.
The fluid drains, the hatch is raised and hands dive inside to unhook my chains. Blue hands. I'm raised up and lifted out, thrown to the floor. I look up to see the menacing figure of the albino. He kneels down beside me and I quake with fear. He's going to penetrate me, I can see it in his eyes! His hand snakes down to my groin. But he passes it over and goes for my tail. I tense up further and bite my tongue against the foul language that wants to erupt.
"You've wronged me, Vegeta. You've destroyed my lifelong dream of immortality. I would have shared, you know? I would have let Zarbon be immortal and he would have wanted you by his side. But, you've ruined it for all of us. Haven't you?"
The color runs from my skin. I'm astonished at his words. Could they be true? Would he have let me live even after I betrayed him? "You're lying'" I whispered, still unsure.
"No, my dear. Why would I have cause to fear a super saiyan if I was immortal? You certainly couldn't kill me then."
"True, but why would you let me live? I've abandoned your cause in favor of my own."
"Because my love wishes it."
I turned to look at Zarbon then and he smiled worriedly down at me. "I don't see the point in gaining my wish when I'd be stuck forever with the two of you!"
Freeza's eyes slitted. "You're not dying today, saiyan. Quit baiting me."
"No. I'll be an annoying bastard 'til the day I die."
"You'll regret it," he whispers, then smiles as he runs his fingers through my fur, backwards, to the dock of my tail and I hold my breath. I fear he'll pull it off. But he doesn't. He digs his nails in, then pauses. I grunt in pain, but he lets me go. "Love," he beckons Zarbon over and has him kneel down as well. He hands my tail over and I see the younger's pained expression. "Do it," he's ordered.
Ever faithful, he stabs his thumb nail into my tail at the very start of it. I wail in agony and try to coil it between my legs but he grabs the end of it. I do succeed in closing my legs, but no matter, he's got what he wants. I roll to the side and shut my eyes. My hands are fists and I pound the ground as he pulls his nail through my skin. Down my tail. The white hot pain floods my system and I scream and writhe and cry as he parts my flesh. Soon it is over, but my tail is still attached. It burns like a thousand needles were constantly being pushed into it. I lift it up and gaze upon a slick, wet, red limb whose underlying bones are vaguely visible and I cry at the horror of it. "Why?!"
Freeza answers, "Because I knew it'd make you cry." He laughs at me and I look away. Only to look at Zarbon, who's now angry with me."
"What?!" I yell at him.
"You don't care at all for me, do you?"
"Not even a little," I answer. He was a good lay. A righteous lay. I can't say that he ever got old, he was never boring; but I left him for the dragonballs. And I don't really care to return. Yes, I could fuck him again, but there's no desire anymore. Hell, the bastard just skinned my tail!
"But, I like you, Vegeta." He crawls on top of me and whispers in my ear, "I want you, Vegeta. And I'll have you. Whenever and however I please."
"Fuck you!"
And suddenly I'm blind, my hands are pulled behind me and he lays on top of me. I feel warm liquid running down my face and in my hair and I know what's around my head. It's my fur! I try to get up, throw him off; but then Freeza comes to his rescue, grabs the back of my neck and holds me down. Zarbon spreads my legs. He's going to rape me. That whore is going t--AAAAH! He's inside of me. I feel the coldness of him as it slides deeper and deeper within me. "Stop," I command. He slides out at my request and then comes back again. "It's too cold," I whimper. They both laugh at me then and I know I just died a little inside. He's never laughed at me before.
The coldness doesn't numb me. The icy ache is unbearable, I scream at him to stop. He goes slower, the chill is spreading and it hurts! I lash my tortured tail from side to side. I whip him with it, hearing the wet slap of it against his skin. He yells, shocked, and turns abruptly to grab it, releasing one arm. I strike him again as he does so, hitting him in the eye. He winces and ducks his head to rub his finger over it. No blood. None of his, anyway. He releases my other arm and digs his claws into my sides as he rams into me again. Faster. Blood gushes from me as he is no longer lenient with me. I feel myself rip and tear and the chill of him heightens these sensations. I moan in tortured agony.
Freeza removes his hand from me and all motion stops. I hear a faint choking sound and feel Zarbon tremble. His fingers convulse, scratching me and stabbing me in jerky intervals. I turn my head to witness his murder, my fur not fully impeding my vision. But he's not dying--he's swelling?! Freeza clenches his hand harder against the expanding throat and I hear a deep rumble from it. Zarbon's pissed! I scream piercingly as he grows inside me, splitting my intestine and then all I see is darkness.
I wake up to find Zarbon huddled in a corner, being smacked around by Freeza. I see that he's been crying. Probably hates that I saw his transformation. Ugly damn thing that he was. I wonder why I'm not in pain. I look around to see that I am once again in an isolation tank, but this time there are no chains. I bring my tail into view and calm considerably as I see it's back to normal.
Freeza notices my movement or senses my awakening...whatever it is, he turns to me and smiles. He walks over and opens the hatch. I step out and kneel at his feet. Anything less and I know I'd end up back in the tank. If he was in a mood to hit Zarbon, he'd hit anyone, especially me.
"Go tell him you're sorry," he orders.
"Sorry for what?"
"Making him rape you. Making him transform."
"You were the one that made him transform."
Freeza smiles. "Yes, but he doesn't know that, my dear. He can never remember what he does when he's like that."
"You can't admit what you did to him?" I ask, confused. I am tempted to laugh, but know my place.
"Vegeta, don't question me. Do as I say!"
I nod my head and he pushes me in the direction he wanted me to go. I briskly trot over to the heartbroken soul in the corner and sit down beside him. He looks pitifully into my eyes and tries to back farther against the wall as if he's afraid of me. "Go away!" he angrily shouts at me. I see the pain in his eyes and am tempted to do as he says. But Freeza's still in the room and he's apt to take it the wrong way. I brace myself and speak to him.
"What's wrong?" I ask, truly concerned. "If it helps, I didn't mean to hurt you. I left because I needed to win, not because I hate you." He didn't tell me to shut up or fuck off, so I kept talking. Bullshitting. Anything to please them and keep them from fucking me over some more. "I do still want you. I do care. I'm sorry I drove you to this. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"
He laughs derisively at me. "You're a horrible liar, Vegeta."
I show him my characteristic smirk. "I know. My heart just wasn't in it."
"I forgive you for being a saiyan, how about that?"
"Sounds good to me."
He stands up and limps over to his master. "I know what you did. It's within your right to do with us as you please. I'll love you no matter what; but, please, don't tell him to lie to me anymore. Please."
Tha albino pulled him into his arms and kissed him. When they finally came up for air, the shorter one spoke: "I know where to find another set of dragonballs."
We flew to planet Namek and systematically killed all the inhabitants we came across in our tireless search for the mystical spheres. When we finally gathered all seven, we tried to call the dragon, but nothing we did worked. At a loss for what to do, we kidnapped a namekian and forced it to translate for us. It did as it was told and soon thereafter we were granted eternal life.
We went home then, leaving the planet with the remainder of its inhabitants. We wanted the balls to stay active. In case immortality wasn't as good as we thought it to be.
Though, now I must say it's as good, if not better. I have become a super saiyan and ascended beyond it many times over. Zarbon has never had to transform again and Freeza has decided to wish back my planet and all the saiyans he ever killed. I doubt my father will bestow his blessing on my relationship with Zarbon, but I'll be glad to accept his disowning me just for the chance to see him again.
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