They had been sparring for hours before it happened. That little thing that meant so much when done right. But meant even more when done wrong. Viciously wrong. Maliciously wrong. It will scar your mind when mishandled. And he had been mishandled repeatedly in his short life.
Kakarott hadn't been used to his hormones kicking in like that during a fight. It had been hard to stay focused when his eyes were constantly betraying him, straying away from their focal point to look at inappropriate things. Vegeta had gotten a few good hits in while he was so distracted. Which had ended up making his opponent's testosterone skyrocket and his anger had taken off with it.
Vegeta hadn't taken it into account that Kakarott was so blind to his body's chemistry. It was common knowledge that fighting another saiyan would get you riled up. Just thinking about the younger saiyan had been getting his mind in a turmoil.
Then there they were, down on the ground. The older atop the younger, beating his head into the dirt. Vegeta had been ecstatic that he was doing so well. Durng a gale of his rapturous laughter, Kakarott's ki went through the roof and he punched his assailant off. The prince had flown a few feet away with the force of the blow and landed roughly on the earth, a plume of dust kicked up and was taken by the wind to settle elsewhere. His nemesis had pounced immediately upon him, punching him, tearing at him, ripping fabric and flesh in his frenzy for dominance.
Vegeta had known all the signs were pointing to trouble. His mind had raced with ways to get free, but nothing he thought of would work against this saiyan. Nothing short of begging. pleading, asking for mercy. But he was above that. Slaves beg for their master's mercy; Kakarott was beneath him, he wouldn't give him the pleasure. But what of the pleasure he was about to take?
The lust-filled man had torn off his prince's attire, ripping the flesh beneath as he did it in such a rush as to pull skin with the clothing. The blood flowing freely had heightened his arousal even more, as did the tail that curled itself between the smaller man's legs. It belied his fearful state like his countenance never would.
He had felt the streams of his warm blood streaking down his body. Felt his ki increase as the fear returned to him. The fear of powerlessness. The fear of more days and nights filled with brutal, mindless rape and torture. But this man wasn't like the rest. Was he? Had he been hiding this darker side? This intrinsically saiyan side? Yet, no other saiyan would have dared try this with their prince. But this saiyan knew nothing of their society. Vegeta's lifelong streak of bad luck had seemed to be getting worse.
The more experienced fighter had then flared his ki and pounded relentlessly into his attacker, the desert where they brawled was lit up with the shockwaves of ki that came from them. Kakarott had allowed himself to be hit by all his nemesis' attacks, showing that he was far superior to the little one. Outraged, Vegeta had brought his palm to the other's face and performed his favorite assassination method, not caring that the close proximity would undoubtedly kill them both.
His target had jumped back before it hit and fired a blast of his own that rendered the prince unconscious. In the miniscule amount of time it took for the shorter one to reawaken, the taller had removed his own clothing and was once agian on top of his prince.
Right as he had awakened, he had been pierced by the other's blade, the fleshy sword tearing his inner walls and ripping a pained moan from his throat. Kakarott had then honed in and bit the thick neck beneath him, making his victim all the more angry at him, but he didn't know why. He held on with his teeth, and assaulted with his body, until Vegeta had had enough.
The pain had been killing him, the rush of memories, all the times it had happened before were assailing him, but he didn't know how to stop it. Not until he was bitten. That cinched it. That thrust him into an agony he couldn't bear. His eyes had snapped open and he screamed with earsplitting rage, "You will not own me!" Taken aback, his rapist had paused for a split second, but that was enough for Vegeta to flare his ki once again and pray to his ancestors for the one last thing they could give him.
His luck finally shifting, he one-upped the earthling by becoming golden, achieving his birthright as a super saiyan. Shocked beyond belief at the transformation, Kakarott couldn't defend himself when Vegeta went after him. He punched the life out of him, not once using a bit of ki. He wanted him to suffer, he listened to his cries of pain, but wasn't gladdened by them, he wasn't happy at all.
In further retaliation, the prince went all over the planet, killing, maiming, destroying. First he went to Kakarott's closest friends and slaughtered them, feeling their hatred of him and incessantly fearing that they knew what had been done to him. He could hear their laughter taunting him as he came up to them, they had been talking of it, speaking of his weakness, his inability to defend himself, his defilement. "He went down so effortlessly," one said, but in reality he was talking about a deer he'd shot. That one died first. Yajirobe, he had been called. His head was blown clean off his thick neck and diappeared into oblivion. His body fell limply to the dirt and all eyes turned to his assassin.
"Vegeta!" They all screamed. But he wan't fooled, he knew they were waiting for him; but without their hero, they were nothing. He flew to Bulma and wrapped his arms around her, his naked splendor hidden behind her. He knew they could read his wounds like a book, they knew what had befallen him even if they weren't in on the plan.
He squeezed her breast brutally. "Earthlings like it rough, do they?" he ground out through clenched teeth. She screamed and stomped his foot with her spiked heel. He responded by licking her neck and watching the horror-striken faces before him. She shuddered within his grasp. Thinking she was cold, he decided to make her moreso. He pulled her dress off and the underlying slip, shredding them in the process. She was without further undergarments, not because she was a whore, but because she liked the seamless look. She stood there in nothing but her heels and her jewels and to the men before her she was radiant. To the one behind, she was nothing.
"This is what you earthlings fight for, isn't it? Women? Children? The weak? Come and fight me for her," he dared.
As her recently wished back boyfriend, it was Yamcha's duty to protect her. He stepped forward, hatred for the saiyan evident on his features. "Let her go, you bastard!" He flared his meager ki and waited, silently praying for Goku to come intervene.
Per his request, the prince placed a hand on her back and pushed her away. She stumbled forward a few steps and tipped over, her face in the sand. Every tailless man there was now rock-hard. Vegeta could smell their lust in the air and silently wondered why he couldn't smell Kakarott's...Could it be his own lust had masked it? He blocked that line of thought from his mind and set about killing the people near him.
"What happened to your clothes, Vegeta?" Yamcha warily asked.
Vegeta glared at him, sizing him up, wondering what he really knew and what, if anything, he was hiding. "I don't need any, there's nothing on this planet that can harm me now." He was still bloody, but the transformation had healed his wounds. The location of the blood was still irking him, though. He kept thinking he should have visited a stream before his arrival. He kept his tail down because of it.
Tien walked over to Bulma to help her up; Vegeta saw him and shot him, removing half his face and watched the grey matter pour from his distintegrated skull. One eye popped out and Bulma saw it bounce as the body hit the ground, never to rise again. She screamed again, cursing the murderer who was committing these atrocities.
The murderer paid her no mind. "So, Yamcha, is it my nakedness or hers that has you ready to spring a leak?"
Piccolo stepped up. "Who'd want your loose ass, saiyan? I heard your meeting with Goku earlier. We all know he's too big to fit in you."
Vegeta's knees threatened to give out on him, his eyes widened in horror.
Piccolo laughed, "I was just guessing."
Outraged at their bursts of laughter at his expense, the pitiable creature backed away, trembling beneath his own harsh inner scrutiny.
"Thought you said nothing could hurt you!" Bulma yelled at his retreating form.
He slowly lifted his arms in what they assumed at first was surrender, but when he held them chest high and started shooting waves of ki blasts at them, they realized their mistake. But it was too late, their lives ended that day, their bodies nothing but indistinct ash.
Afterward, Vegeta flew to a stream and calmed down a bit while he swam under the water. When he resurfaced, he set about purging the planet of its human population. Soon, blood and ash littered the highways and offices and churches, every domicile was plundered and divested of human life. Blood coated walls, sidewalks, porcelain basins of every variety. He ripped the legs off people, the arms, he bashed faces in, ripped eyes from their sockets. He maimed and marred, but never did he leave a soul within its body. He was the liberator of souls. Let no body go unburned.
When he had accomplished his task, his found his space pod and got inside. He programmed it for a nearby moon and traveled the short distance. He then got out and charged up to fire a monstrous blast at the little blue planet, causing it to implode. Still devastated at what had happened to him, he climbed back inside his pod and slept.
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