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Anger
Dear reader, and or fan of this story. Due to the fact that I\'ve been feeling particularly jaded with this story, and I\'ve not been getting any good reviews for a while, this story will more than likely go un-updated for a while due to the fact that I can\'t seem to work on it any more. Writer’s block SUCKS!
This chapter is a little confusing unless you pay close attention to the ~~. ~~ Means thoughts, or flash backs. Pay attention to them! That being said, I don\'t own anything, not the characters, not the clothing or sets....so don\'t sue!
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~What have I DONE~ Vegeta thought to himself, feeling ill. Touching down not far from the idiot’s house, he tossed the bags out on the grass, picking out something that seemed suitable. Dressing quickly, he began an intense training routine that he had created just to escape his problems when he had been living on the ship. It always seemed to work, and it cleared his mind wonderfully.
That was what he needed now, emptiness. There were too many emotions tumbling through him right now. Flowing through the warm up Kata, he moved into his stretches then into another Kata.
~What have I done…if Furiza found out…no, he will never found out. I’m safe.~
Memories overwhelmed him and he toppled to the ground, curling around in on himself as he cried. “NO!”
~“I have heard of your dear friend’s unfortunate loss…so…you can become with child?” Furiza asked in curiosity over the meal he was forcing Vegeta to share with him. “Did you know of his condition? Hm…how could you, you are but a baby yourself.”
Vegeta winced at the mention of Raditzu’s miscarriage. Who else knew of this secret? Raditzu had forced him to promise. Had made him swear upon his Royal blood, that he would NEVER tell another living soul about Raditzu’s dead child, lest Napa found out.
“I wonder if I could get you knocked up.”
The prince looked up at the other with a mixture of loathing and horror on his still bruised face, the Lord’s disgusting use of slang slipping his notice.
“Probably not, huh, lucky us. But…I guess I’ll have to find you a bitch to have children with, since…it would be a shame to have your blood line die out. You are, after all…a fine race.” Furiza said, sipping from a small, delicate cup of tea. How a vile, wickedly strong creature such as Furiza could possibly drink from something so fragile…Vegeta watched the lizard bring the cup to his lips once more, sip, set it down to dab at his lips with a white lap cloth.
“My, you’ve not touched a crumb of your food…aren’t you going to eat?” Thos cold cruel claws picked up a piece of crusty bread and held it up to the child’s lips. Out of politeness, and fear of another lesson, Vegeta took a small nibble. “Hmmm…I bet your flea bitten friends feed each other, what do you think? You think mates play house?”
“Play house?” Vegeta sounded out the unfamiliar fraise
Furiza stood, dropping the small, but stained white fabric on his plate. Vegeta’s eyes locked on it, trying to slow his raising heart, a sense of foreboding filling him when the short reptilian creature approached him. “Maybe we could play house…I could pretend to be your mate…we could eat, sleep and train together…” Those ice cold hands were on him and he tried his hardest not to shiver, his eyes becoming unfocused and the cloth on the crumb filled plate becoming blurred behind a sheen of tears. “We’d make love…and argue…you would be my beautiful bitch.” He whispered in the Prince’s ear, his tongue tracing the shell of Vegeta’s sensitive ear.
“How about…” Furiza said, still whispering, his arm coming around the young child’s waist. “We play right now…” He had begun to move the dishes from their early morning meal out of the way, setting them carefully on the floor.~
“No,” Vegeta growled, pushing himself up on his hands and knees. Looking to the sky, he roared. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
~Vegeta watched Kakkarot remove the dirty china from off of the makeshift table they had constructed in the house. It had been raining all day and Kakkarot had to run out into town just to get them food. However, Vegeta didn’t mind the fact that the baka had come back soaking wet, or the fact that his new mate looked so damned tempting right then.
“Huh…what is it, Vegeta?” Kakkarot asked, putting the last of the dishes in a bucket, setting them outside before turning to face his prince. “Do you…need something?”
“Yes…I do…” Vegeta whispered, moving to his still damp mate.~
In his mind, Vegeta heard himself say, ‘Lets play house’ Only it was the cold steely voice of Furiza that issued forth from between Vegeta’s soft lips.~
“No…no, I didn’t…” He whispered to himself. Staggering to his feet, he turned on an innocent tree, slamming his fist through it’s hard surface. It crashed to the dark forest floor, scattering animals and insects alike when it struck the ground. “GET OUT OF MY DAMNED MIND FURIZA!”
~Vegeta pressed his mate back, forcing the other to sit on the bare table. “Kakkarot,” He sighed his mate’s name, breathing in that unforgettable scent. “Do you have any idea…how much I need you?”
Goku’s face turned a nice shade of magenta, “Uh…a lot?” He said shyly, being silenced by a hungry kiss. Curling his fingers into that upswept mane he had grown to love over the last few days, Goku groaned and spread his legs for his lusty mate. He knew where this was going, and he was so very happy to give his lover what he needed.~
Pealing off his mate’s wet clothing, he tossed it to the ground before climbing onto the rickety table with Goku. “Lay down,” He ordered, gently pushing the younger man onto his back. Smirking, he slowly ran a hand over Goku’s well defined chest.
“AH!” He took his growing fear abd rage out on another tree, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more, he need something really living, something breathing to sink his anger into. Taking to the sky, he flew in a random direction at top speed. “NO….DON’T MAKE ME RELIEVE THIS!” He screamed at the heavens themselves, as if they would hear his plea and put him out of his misery.
~“Hmmm,I don’t think so Vegeta…I think you like this…” Furriza purred, placing the seven year old Prince upon the barren table. Running a icy hand over the other’s back, he smirked down at him. “What would a real mate say…I wonder…would it be something like….’Do you have any idea…how much I want you?’ Or…would you just show him through actions?”
“Lay down,” Furiza barked, shoving the prince brutally to the polished wood surface. Shredding Vegeta’s clothing, he mounted the table, kneeing apart the youngster’s legs. “You filthy whore…”~
“I AM a filthy whore,” He snarled, landing on top of a high-rise in the middle of a highly populated city. Looking around, he held out a hand, a charge of power forming in his hand. “That’s what you all think…isn’t it!? Just because I‘d let Furiza do those horrible things to me….you think I‘d fuck anyone. That‘s why you told Goku to…to…”
He let the energy go, watching it rent and tare through buildings as if they were tissue paper. Tossing his head back he began to laugh, tears stinging his eyes as well as the smoke and dust that had started to sift past him on the hot breeze. “I AM NOT A WHORE!”
~“Whore…” Goku whispered, wrapping his legs around Vegeta’s powerful hips, eyes closing, face flushed with lust.
“What?” Vegeta paused, his arousal aching within that tight sheath of heat.
“Moooreeeee,” Goku groaned, “I said I wanted MORE.” He seemed so mindless, writhing under him…snarling, Vegeta drew his power to him, slamming harder into that wonderful body below his. Looking up, he groaned, seeing a mirror. Watching himself with bleary fascination, he realized his skin had bled to white, his eyes had gone from brown to cold black lumps of coal. Gasping, his back arched and a thick white tail slashed the air above him while his body began to spasm and his seed spurted into the body under his.~
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Vegeta screamed, the tears beginning to fall while he pounded his way through buildings and people alike. Blood stained his white gloves and dribbled down his horror stricken face. “NO! I AM NOT A WHORE AND I AM NOT LIKE HIM! I DON‘T RAPE PEOPLE!”
~Kakkarot wanted me….wants me…he wants ME!~ Vegeta’s mind roared at him.
He grabbed a man who ran past him, his business suit making an irritating whooshing noise as he moved. That sound…
~Furiza’s tail began to sweep back and forth over the table, a rough sound filling the air from its agitated motions. “So tight,” He grunted, slamming harder and harder into the sobbing seven year old. “You like it, don’t you…come on…scream my damned name…my monkey prince!”~
“FURIZA!” He snarled, hammering his shaking fist into the weak human’s face, instantly vaporizing all the small facial bones in the savvy business man’s s face. “JUST…LEAVE…ME…ALONE! HE CAME ONTO ME! I DIDN‘T -TAKE- ADVANTAGE OF HIS INNOCENTS. HE REFUSED ME! HE CAME BACK AND CRALWED INTO BED WITH ME!” He screamed, sending bright ki blasts soaring after the people who ran before him like frightened mice before a cat.
“What in KAMI’s NAME, do you think you’re doing to MY city!”
Vegeta turned sharply, chest heaving, eyes glazed over with a maniacal glower. “WHO….the HELL…are… YOU!” He drew more power to him, dropping into a deep fighting stance before the menacing green man who had appeared out of seemingly no where.. “NOTHING BELONGS TO YOU, I’M THE PRINCE! I OWN EVERYTHING I SEE OR TOUCH!”
~”I-I‘m NOT yours!” Vegeta whimpered, tears pooling on the hard wood under his cheek. “You own nothing of me!~
~“No…Vegeta, you’re mine, you don’t own anything…you stupid ape…” That cold lizard’s voice chuckled, his beclawed hand brushing over the prince’s grasping fingers on its way to the fork that remained on the rocking table. “You’re my good little bitch…my little mate.”~
~“NO!…No, it’s MINE!” He sobbed, trying to wrench the fork from the monster’s hand. He need something, a weapon, anything to get this heavy beast off of him.~
~“Hah, you’re so funny…” Furiza whispered to his prince, stabbing the utensil through the prince’s hand.~
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” He screamed, clenching his hands as he powered up further.
~“Now just hold still…I’m almost done…hn, oh fuck. Such a NICE ass…” Furiza muttered, pressing his freezing forehead against the prince’s, his hips swaying once more in that frantic, painful rhythm.~
“Listen here, you lunatic…if you don’t stop destroying this city, I’m going to have to beat some since into your dumb ass, monkey hide!” The green man growled, Piccolo had only seen one other creature quite like Goku, but here stood yet a man who could have been Goku’s cousin, tail and all. Those power signatures he had felt coming towards Earth days before must have been this young creature and his long-haired friend.
Taking a stance, he was ready when the prince charged him.
“DIE! DIE FURIZA, YOU BASTARD!”
~”You will never defeat me, Vegeta…I’ll always be here to destroy all the things that you love and cherish.”~
This chapter is a little confusing unless you pay close attention to the ~~. ~~ Means thoughts, or flash backs. Pay attention to them! That being said, I don\'t own anything, not the characters, not the clothing or sets....so don\'t sue!
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~What have I DONE~ Vegeta thought to himself, feeling ill. Touching down not far from the idiot’s house, he tossed the bags out on the grass, picking out something that seemed suitable. Dressing quickly, he began an intense training routine that he had created just to escape his problems when he had been living on the ship. It always seemed to work, and it cleared his mind wonderfully.
That was what he needed now, emptiness. There were too many emotions tumbling through him right now. Flowing through the warm up Kata, he moved into his stretches then into another Kata.
~What have I done…if Furiza found out…no, he will never found out. I’m safe.~
Memories overwhelmed him and he toppled to the ground, curling around in on himself as he cried. “NO!”
~“I have heard of your dear friend’s unfortunate loss…so…you can become with child?” Furiza asked in curiosity over the meal he was forcing Vegeta to share with him. “Did you know of his condition? Hm…how could you, you are but a baby yourself.”
Vegeta winced at the mention of Raditzu’s miscarriage. Who else knew of this secret? Raditzu had forced him to promise. Had made him swear upon his Royal blood, that he would NEVER tell another living soul about Raditzu’s dead child, lest Napa found out.
“I wonder if I could get you knocked up.”
The prince looked up at the other with a mixture of loathing and horror on his still bruised face, the Lord’s disgusting use of slang slipping his notice.
“Probably not, huh, lucky us. But…I guess I’ll have to find you a bitch to have children with, since…it would be a shame to have your blood line die out. You are, after all…a fine race.” Furiza said, sipping from a small, delicate cup of tea. How a vile, wickedly strong creature such as Furiza could possibly drink from something so fragile…Vegeta watched the lizard bring the cup to his lips once more, sip, set it down to dab at his lips with a white lap cloth.
“My, you’ve not touched a crumb of your food…aren’t you going to eat?” Thos cold cruel claws picked up a piece of crusty bread and held it up to the child’s lips. Out of politeness, and fear of another lesson, Vegeta took a small nibble. “Hmmm…I bet your flea bitten friends feed each other, what do you think? You think mates play house?”
“Play house?” Vegeta sounded out the unfamiliar fraise
Furiza stood, dropping the small, but stained white fabric on his plate. Vegeta’s eyes locked on it, trying to slow his raising heart, a sense of foreboding filling him when the short reptilian creature approached him. “Maybe we could play house…I could pretend to be your mate…we could eat, sleep and train together…” Those ice cold hands were on him and he tried his hardest not to shiver, his eyes becoming unfocused and the cloth on the crumb filled plate becoming blurred behind a sheen of tears. “We’d make love…and argue…you would be my beautiful bitch.” He whispered in the Prince’s ear, his tongue tracing the shell of Vegeta’s sensitive ear.
“How about…” Furiza said, still whispering, his arm coming around the young child’s waist. “We play right now…” He had begun to move the dishes from their early morning meal out of the way, setting them carefully on the floor.~
“No,” Vegeta growled, pushing himself up on his hands and knees. Looking to the sky, he roared. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
~Vegeta watched Kakkarot remove the dirty china from off of the makeshift table they had constructed in the house. It had been raining all day and Kakkarot had to run out into town just to get them food. However, Vegeta didn’t mind the fact that the baka had come back soaking wet, or the fact that his new mate looked so damned tempting right then.
“Huh…what is it, Vegeta?” Kakkarot asked, putting the last of the dishes in a bucket, setting them outside before turning to face his prince. “Do you…need something?”
“Yes…I do…” Vegeta whispered, moving to his still damp mate.~
In his mind, Vegeta heard himself say, ‘Lets play house’ Only it was the cold steely voice of Furiza that issued forth from between Vegeta’s soft lips.~
“No…no, I didn’t…” He whispered to himself. Staggering to his feet, he turned on an innocent tree, slamming his fist through it’s hard surface. It crashed to the dark forest floor, scattering animals and insects alike when it struck the ground. “GET OUT OF MY DAMNED MIND FURIZA!”
~Vegeta pressed his mate back, forcing the other to sit on the bare table. “Kakkarot,” He sighed his mate’s name, breathing in that unforgettable scent. “Do you have any idea…how much I need you?”
Goku’s face turned a nice shade of magenta, “Uh…a lot?” He said shyly, being silenced by a hungry kiss. Curling his fingers into that upswept mane he had grown to love over the last few days, Goku groaned and spread his legs for his lusty mate. He knew where this was going, and he was so very happy to give his lover what he needed.~
Pealing off his mate’s wet clothing, he tossed it to the ground before climbing onto the rickety table with Goku. “Lay down,” He ordered, gently pushing the younger man onto his back. Smirking, he slowly ran a hand over Goku’s well defined chest.
“AH!” He took his growing fear abd rage out on another tree, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more, he need something really living, something breathing to sink his anger into. Taking to the sky, he flew in a random direction at top speed. “NO….DON’T MAKE ME RELIEVE THIS!” He screamed at the heavens themselves, as if they would hear his plea and put him out of his misery.
~“Hmmm,I don’t think so Vegeta…I think you like this…” Furriza purred, placing the seven year old Prince upon the barren table. Running a icy hand over the other’s back, he smirked down at him. “What would a real mate say…I wonder…would it be something like….’Do you have any idea…how much I want you?’ Or…would you just show him through actions?”
“Lay down,” Furiza barked, shoving the prince brutally to the polished wood surface. Shredding Vegeta’s clothing, he mounted the table, kneeing apart the youngster’s legs. “You filthy whore…”~
“I AM a filthy whore,” He snarled, landing on top of a high-rise in the middle of a highly populated city. Looking around, he held out a hand, a charge of power forming in his hand. “That’s what you all think…isn’t it!? Just because I‘d let Furiza do those horrible things to me….you think I‘d fuck anyone. That‘s why you told Goku to…to…”
He let the energy go, watching it rent and tare through buildings as if they were tissue paper. Tossing his head back he began to laugh, tears stinging his eyes as well as the smoke and dust that had started to sift past him on the hot breeze. “I AM NOT A WHORE!”
~“Whore…” Goku whispered, wrapping his legs around Vegeta’s powerful hips, eyes closing, face flushed with lust.
“What?” Vegeta paused, his arousal aching within that tight sheath of heat.
“Moooreeeee,” Goku groaned, “I said I wanted MORE.” He seemed so mindless, writhing under him…snarling, Vegeta drew his power to him, slamming harder into that wonderful body below his. Looking up, he groaned, seeing a mirror. Watching himself with bleary fascination, he realized his skin had bled to white, his eyes had gone from brown to cold black lumps of coal. Gasping, his back arched and a thick white tail slashed the air above him while his body began to spasm and his seed spurted into the body under his.~
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Vegeta screamed, the tears beginning to fall while he pounded his way through buildings and people alike. Blood stained his white gloves and dribbled down his horror stricken face. “NO! I AM NOT A WHORE AND I AM NOT LIKE HIM! I DON‘T RAPE PEOPLE!”
~Kakkarot wanted me….wants me…he wants ME!~ Vegeta’s mind roared at him.
He grabbed a man who ran past him, his business suit making an irritating whooshing noise as he moved. That sound…
~Furiza’s tail began to sweep back and forth over the table, a rough sound filling the air from its agitated motions. “So tight,” He grunted, slamming harder and harder into the sobbing seven year old. “You like it, don’t you…come on…scream my damned name…my monkey prince!”~
“FURIZA!” He snarled, hammering his shaking fist into the weak human’s face, instantly vaporizing all the small facial bones in the savvy business man’s s face. “JUST…LEAVE…ME…ALONE! HE CAME ONTO ME! I DIDN‘T -TAKE- ADVANTAGE OF HIS INNOCENTS. HE REFUSED ME! HE CAME BACK AND CRALWED INTO BED WITH ME!” He screamed, sending bright ki blasts soaring after the people who ran before him like frightened mice before a cat.
“What in KAMI’s NAME, do you think you’re doing to MY city!”
Vegeta turned sharply, chest heaving, eyes glazed over with a maniacal glower. “WHO….the HELL…are… YOU!” He drew more power to him, dropping into a deep fighting stance before the menacing green man who had appeared out of seemingly no where.. “NOTHING BELONGS TO YOU, I’M THE PRINCE! I OWN EVERYTHING I SEE OR TOUCH!”
~”I-I‘m NOT yours!” Vegeta whimpered, tears pooling on the hard wood under his cheek. “You own nothing of me!~
~“No…Vegeta, you’re mine, you don’t own anything…you stupid ape…” That cold lizard’s voice chuckled, his beclawed hand brushing over the prince’s grasping fingers on its way to the fork that remained on the rocking table. “You’re my good little bitch…my little mate.”~
~“NO!…No, it’s MINE!” He sobbed, trying to wrench the fork from the monster’s hand. He need something, a weapon, anything to get this heavy beast off of him.~
~“Hah, you’re so funny…” Furiza whispered to his prince, stabbing the utensil through the prince’s hand.~
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” He screamed, clenching his hands as he powered up further.
~“Now just hold still…I’m almost done…hn, oh fuck. Such a NICE ass…” Furiza muttered, pressing his freezing forehead against the prince’s, his hips swaying once more in that frantic, painful rhythm.~
“Listen here, you lunatic…if you don’t stop destroying this city, I’m going to have to beat some since into your dumb ass, monkey hide!” The green man growled, Piccolo had only seen one other creature quite like Goku, but here stood yet a man who could have been Goku’s cousin, tail and all. Those power signatures he had felt coming towards Earth days before must have been this young creature and his long-haired friend.
Taking a stance, he was ready when the prince charged him.
“DIE! DIE FURIZA, YOU BASTARD!”
~”You will never defeat me, Vegeta…I’ll always be here to destroy all the things that you love and cherish.”~