"I have always known he despised me. I just never knew how much. I've been his prisoner for a month, now. I doubt I'll last another.
"He's nothing like Freeza. The lizard actually felt something for me. I don't know if it was because of my body or my saurian ancestry, but he gave me every reason to think I'd live under his rule.
"Monkeys are different. They always bitched about their treatment under our master, but I dare say I'd rather be with Freeza right now. But, I'll be with him shortly. No doubt.
"He's a fucking super saiyan! I never thought I'd see a monkey with green eyes. Or gold hair. He hates that he can't keep the form active long, but I'm glad. I see it for long enough intervals. I hope I'm dead before he masters it. He's brutal enough in his regular form, he's excruciating in the accelerated one. I hate that I can't follow him in it, especially when he's doing things to me. Even though it dulls the pain; I'd rather be prepared than be numb. Pain isn't as bad as anxiety.
"I keep thinking every experience with him will be my last. Because I can't tell what he's doing. It's unnerving; every time I lay eyes upon him, I think I'm going to die. And he knows it. He loves it. He always asks if I'm more afraid of him than I was of Freeza. I'm tempted to lie now, just to spite him and his insanely elevated ego.
"He's broken all the mirrors here. He cut me with pieces of the broken glass. Wrote his name in me, stabbed me, he even went so far as to ram shards of glass into the soles of my feet, so I couldn't possibly walk out of here, and into my palms so I can't crawl. I'd have to raise my ki and fly and he'll pick up on that quicker than if I called his name.
"He can't starve me and he knows it. But dehydration is a different matter. I'm not allowed a bathroom, mainly because I hardly ever need one. But also because he won't allow me to use one. He wants me to suffer. To reek, I suppose. He likes it. He acts like a mongrel, rolling on top of me. I think he gets off on it. He makes me sick. I wish Freeza was here to beat some sense into him.
"He killed Freeza. He turned golden and gave him a heart attack. It was hilarious. But now I wish I'd run away instead of laughing hysterically at him. This is my fault, my lack of foresight has damned me to this hell. Raditz and Vegeta killed everyone else, Dodoria killed Nappa before he died, but they knocked me out and brought me here.
"Oh, God, here he comes."
Zarbon quit talking to Vegeta's pet leopard. The winged jaguar was guarding the door, so he left it alone lest it attack him. The little saiyan prince walked through the cruelly constant open door and paused a moment to pat his cat atop the head. The leopard stayed where he was and looked on indifferently. Zarbon backed away from the animal and Vegeta cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Trying to bore them to sleep?"
"I like to talk and they're good listeners."
"They're just waiting for an attack command. You couldn't possibly know it, so don't even try."
"I'm not in any rush to die, Vegeta."
"The day isn't over yet."
The shorter man led the other into a metal room. All the furniture was metal as was the floor, ceiling and walls. It was the cats' room. The leopard followed them in and jumped fifteen feet to a shelf against a wall. There he witnessed Vegeta opening a bag of briquettes. He poured them on the table, then picked up another bag and repeated the process 'til the table was covered.
"You haven't been hiding and using any hairspray or anything, have you?"
"No," he stated, slightly confused, his mind focusing on the pain in his feet. Then his eyes looked to the table again. "I don't think they'd palate me."
"Of course not." He lit the charcoal and watched the flames grow and dance. Then he turned his gaze to his captive. He put his hand between Zarbon's shoulder blades, then snaked it around to one shoulder, his other hand gripping its twin. He pulled the black kimono off his body, the sash untying itself. Convinced now that his first guess had indeed been correct, the pale man removed his jewelry, dropping it noisily to the floor.
The great cat peered intently at the falling objects and sat up at the noise they made; but as they moved no more after they fell, he laid back down again.
Zarbon stuck his hand in the pocket of his shorn clothing and retrieved a rubber band. He quickly braided his emerald mane and tied it right before his captor shoved him onto the flaming piece of furniture. His legs hit the table harshly, but since it was bolted to the floor, he didn't automatically slide it across the room. Instead it sent jolts of pain through him that made his knees give out so that he was resting all his weight on the blazing surface. The glass bit into his palms, the fire licked his sides and singed the hair at the top of his forehead. His nose was down in the flames a nanosecond at the most before he found his footing and raised his head up. A ragged asthmatic sound came from him, but the flames followed his slight departure and started reaching for his chest and belly, now that they were no longer blocking the path among the coal and he grunted achingly at the pain. Vents in the wall sucked up the smoke, but Zarbon was still engulfed in it. He coughed a bit before deciding to just hold his breath like the crocodilian he was. It took all his self-control to just stand there and not flinch away from the flames; neither scream to the heavens, nor raise his ki and press his luck.
The saiyan flared his ki and removed his own red kimono. The cat, intrigued at the strange new smells, paid his master no attention. The darker-haired specimen of masculine beauty and power stepped purposefully to his burning appetizer and placed his hand on his hip, the tips of his fingers melting into the fire-darkened flesh. Zarbon yelled out pleas of mercy at the contact that quickly faded to whispers. He wanted to twist away, but felt his only chance at survival lay with being submissive.
"Rest on your elbows," Vegeta ordered.
Gleaning Vegeta's intent from the blatant signals given, he lowered himself so the fire burned evenly across his belly and held his head as high as possible, his braid safely snaked down his back. He spread his legs as wide as he could and kept his lower abdomen clear of the table. Sweat beaded on his skin and made him glisten where the rays that filtered in through the iron bars across the skylight illuminated him.
His tormentor licked the loops and swirls of one thumb and then placed the pad of it against the lavender sphincter, rubbing in small circles. Zarbon let out the breath he was holding and almost blacked out from his immediate intake of smoke. The pleasurable sensations running through his system weren't doing much for him as they weren't as intense as the fire scorching his underside. His blistered and darkened skin would soon feel no pain whatsoever when the flames reached his nerves and eradicated them.
Vegeta regripped his thigh and positioned him for his sudden entry. He submerged himself inside the tight cavity, listening gleefully to the startled grunt of protest that was soon followed by more hacking coughs from his prey. He went slow and unsteady, jerking the other man forward and back, making him unsure of anything but the jagged pain he felt from within and from without. The bricks tore gashes into his belly and arms from where he was dragged and pushed across the table. His recurring, yet inconsistent moans of pained despair were always stifled by the fear of smoke inhalation.
Vegeta began to stroke the unblemished penis in quick, short, movements that awoke the fright-softened organ and caused an inner burning inside the torched creature. The prince of Freeza's former empire then found his release and coated the bloody hollow with the liquid essence of his race. He didn't pull out, he shoved the other man off him.
Still on his elbows, the raped reptilian couldn't extinguish the flames with his body and save his manhood from the yellow conflagration. The flames devoured it and when he was pulled from the fire, he looked down to find it shriveled in fear, a much darker blue than before and covered with blisters.
All his burned skin soon swelled up, causing major distress to the man. He sat on the cold floor and shook constantly. His hands the most active. He couldn't feel his abdomen anymore, but he could see the damage and it made him want to lie down and die. He found he did want to know the attack command after all.
To make matters even worse, his simian predator walked over to him again. He looked up to him with teary orbs that were like looking into the miserable depths of hell. He was the epitome of suffering. No hope to hold him to this world, he just wished to die. But Vegeta had other plans. He stepped menacingly forward and bent down 'til he was poised right in front of his victim. Face-to-face, he put his hands on his shoulders again, breaking his clavicles like toothpicks. Zarbon hung his head and screamed, flinching backward only to be pushed in his desired direction. His head hit the hard floor and his crotch was grabbed again. He stiffened and looked with pleading eyes into dead coldness. Vegeta gripped him hard, bursting blisters and aggravating his raw wounds. Zarbon moaned painfully through clenched teeth, his tears flowing freely now. A bit curious of the taste, Vegeta lowered his head and took the appendage into his mouth. Zarbon sucked in a wheezing breath and just let both the piercing and the pleasureable sensations wash over him in alternating, twisting waves as he was slowly sucked.
Then the saiyan removed his lips and impaled himself on the tortured flesh. Instinctual reflex caused the cyan hips to gyrate and thrust against the serial rapist. Vegeta voiced his ecstasy at every thrust, their merging bodies bringing nothing but pleasure to his golden form. Zarbon countered with murmurs of agony. The pleasure just wan't getting through to him anymore. Vegeta smiled at the thought and rode him harder. The saiyan's tightness and fervor was bursting blisters left and right. Zarbon's misery was amplified with every tortured movement they made. It was even worse when Vegeta clenched down on him one final time before becoming a spurting geyser.
His dream of death came true when Vegeta got off of him and tossed his charred carcass on the fire again. This time he lay on his back, writhing on the debris and cutting more gashes in what used to be perfection; his hair quickly igniting. He made it a point to breathe in the smoke this time and eased his suffering in a timely manner, just concentrating on his inhalations, nothing else, 'til he blacked out. The leopard yawned and closed his eyes, falling asleep before his charge died. Vegeta stayed to watch him burn.
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