Jaded

Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am not making any profit from this.


Rating –NC 17
Warnings – For the whole story: Language, whips, chains, knife play, character death (of a main character), torture, non-con, yaoi, M/M. OCs. Lemons, limes. OC/Goku, Goku/Vegeta, Goku/OCs, Kakarott/Vegeta, Vegeta/Goku.

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Jaded 4 Lost

2 years, 6 months and 13 days A.P.


What ever the fuck Kakarott had bound him with was disturbing. At first he had laughed when the third class had wrapped the chains around his torso, binding his arms to his sides. There wasn’t a metal strong enough in the universe to bind a super sayian two, and they both knew it. Unfortunately, Kakarott had him bound before he was beyond level one.

This stuff responded to him. Ki fluctuations were absorbed…or neutralized. Vegeta wasn’t certain which. It didn’t fucking matter. He had become accustomed to having some choice as to whether or not he allowed Kakarott to do the things he did. This shit took that option away.

“Stop!” he screamed at the other. These touches…too gentle, too caring, too weak…and he was literally powerless against them. Couldn’t shrug them off as they twisted around his body and crawled inside his mind.

“Kakarott…if you know what is good for you, you will stop!” Vegeta repeated his plea.

Goku closed his eyes as he licked at Vegeta’s chest. He let his breath flow over the other’s skin before responding. “If I cared for what was good for me, I wouldn’t be here at all.”

Vegeta growled and rocked against his bonds again. He spat at the ebony eyes that focused on him. The third class was able to use even this against him.

Goku wiped the wad from his face. “That was very disgusting,” he commented as he reached for Vegeta’s erection with the same hand.

Vegeta shuddered as warmth surrounded him. “No,” he said quietly. Didn’t Kakarott understand? This part of him was supposed to be dead. It had been beaten down so many times…it was cruelty to let it believe it had an environment in which it might be allowed to grow.

‘Ssssh…you’re safe. I am not going to hurt you,” Goku reassured.

Vegeta screamed, threatening to ascend to second level despite the qualities of the chains. There was no such fucking place as ‘safe’. If he couldn’t beat it, it would kill him. Survival of the fittest, and he had been proven to be pathetic too many times.

“You’re supposed to rape me,” Vegeta panted, “Not make me enjoy it like some fucking whore!” His breath hitched as Kakarott’s mouth kissed gently over his arousal.

Despite the shockingly blunt statement Goku didn’t flinch. “Funny thing is, Vegeta, I am raping you,” Goku stated just before he took Vegeta’s cock into his mouth.

Vegeta’s eyes widened as he gazed unseeingly at the black ceiling. His lungs forgot how to work. Little clicks as his tongue stuck to the back of his throat and then came away were the only noises he could manage, as his body tensed to the point of pain everywhere…except where Kakarott was touching.

Goku didn’t stop until he had managed to get a shuddering moan out of Vegeta. Then he drew away.

Vegeta glared at the third class. The bastard managed to draw one tortured sound from him and then took it away. His point was proven. He had caved too soon. “All you are teaching me is how weak I still am,” he hissed.

Goku kissed Vegeta’s hip, and then placed teasing bites down Vegeta’s thigh. “Yes, you are weak,” Goku mocked as he got up and walked away from Vegeta.

Vegeta seethed as he watched Kakarott’s back move away from him, “You fucking bastard.”

“That insult doesn’t hurt so much any more Vegeta. I am a bastard,” Goku conceded as he returned with a bottle in his hand. He knelt by Vegeta’s side, and showed total disdain for Vegeta’s growls, insults and warning hisses as he dribbled some of the content of the bottle onto his fingers, and then pressed them into Vegeta.

Vegeta sucked in a breath and clenched his eyes shut as Goku’s fingers intruded inside of him. He yelled obscenities at the other even as his body betrayed him. Goku was inside of him…for the first time in over three years. He rocked against those fingers as he keened his failing to the other. Then he screamed as he rocked down on the flesh invading him again.

Goku stayed quiet, watching as Vegeta fought himself. Tears formed in his eyes as his empathy was overwhelmed. He ran the back of his hand against Vegeta’s cheek.

Vegeta instinctively snapped at anything that came so close to his teeth. A chunk of skin followed by a flow of blood invaded his palate.

Goku barely avoided jerking his hand back from Vegeta’s mouth. The quick reaction would have caused his finger to come off. He pressed his fingers deeper inside of Vegeta instead, hoping to change the other’s focus momentarily.

Vegeta gasped, letting go of the meat and bone he had held captured with his teeth.

“You’re so fucked up Vegeta. You tell me no, and yet you are as hard as a rock,” Goku sighed as he brought his bitten hand down to Vegeta’s erection and started pumping it in time to what his fingers were doing inside of Vegeta. “You have no control,” Goku explained wonderingly, “Pain, pleasure, as long as it is against your will, you succumb to it.”

“Stop talking about it! Just get it over with and FUCK ME!” Vegeta thrashed on his back, but nothing in his movements deterred Kakarott.

“Mmmm, that would lead you to believe you had wrought some sort of control over me. No, I think I’ll just watch you fight yourself,” Goku chuckled as he bent down and took Vegeta into his mouth again.

Vegeta bucked his hips up, hoping to choke the bastard. Goku worked his fingers harder inside Vegeta, making the elite jerk and curse. They fought back and forth like that for some time, Vegeta using the only weapon he could think of, and Goku taunting him with his impotence.

And then Goku hit something inside of Vegeta that had only recently healed. The regeneration tank had unforeseen drawbacks. Every use had whittled away at scar tissue that had been surgically placed…a protective barrier Vegeta had forgotten from his childhood memory.

He stilled as he lost his ascension. Away…he had to get away somehow. Before he was lost. Fuck this would be lover; he wanted the monster back. “REPENT!” he raged.

The sable spiked head jerked away from him. Fingers withdrew quickly as Kakarott stood and started shedding clothing. He shot a ki ring in the direction of the accessory panel, looping it around a knife handle and willing his energy back to him.

He didn’t question Vegeta’s tied up form. He had been caged, watching for so long…he wasn’t about to let this opportunity go to waste. Instead he used the chains to roll Vegeta until the elite was lying on his stomach. “Beg for it.”

“FUCK ME!” Vegeta screamed hostilely at the other.

“That didn’t sound very sincere,” Kakarott stated as he sliced down one of Vegeta’s triceps, and back up the other, knife digging deeper when it went over the chains and then bit back into flesh. “Try again.”

“I need you to hurt me,” Vegeta stated as he reveled in the pain and the trickle of blood that had started tickling the insides of his arms.

Kakarott stepped on the back of Vegeta’s head and drew the knife against the back of Vegeta’s exposed neck. “No. Plead me.”

“Please, Kakarott, Fuck me!” Vegeta screamed at his tormentor. The prince was relieved he didn’t have to deal with the soft, caring touches of ‘Goku’ any more.

Kakarott drew the knife down the skin covering Vegeta’s spine, the straight line only broken by the chains crisscrossing his back.

“That’s better,” Kakarott whispered as he grabbed a handful of chains and drew Vegeta back with one hand. He placed the knife down on the floor long enough to guide his erection into Vegeta, before picking it up again. “So pretty, red. Do you know how good you look?” Kakarott asked Vegeta as he thrust into him, and suckled at the wound crossing Vegeta’s neck.

That feeling came back and distracted Vegeta from answering immediately. Kakarott took the knife-edge and slid it down Vegeta’s nipple. “Well?”

“Something is wrong,” Vegeta whispered.

Kakarott was intrigued, wondering what Vegeta would classify as ‘wrong’, but the puppet hadn’t answered the question correctly. He sliced shallowly across both of Vegeta’s thighs. “Wrong how?”

“You feel good, inside of me. It shouldn’t feel this way. It’s never felt this way…” What was happening to him?!

“A whore shouldn’t feel pleasure?” Kakarott asked.

“No…not-not like this. I shouldn’t feel anything. I should be numb. Third class sluts feel pleasure, and go seeking it elsewhere. Can’t be trusted to do as they are told,” Vegeta hissed as Kakarott thrust into him. His body betrayed him by bucking back. He whined. He already knew he was a whore. He had traded his body for his and others’ security more than he cared to admit.

“Mmmm” Kakarott thought on what Vegeta had said, as he placed a couple more strokes inside the weakling. “I like watching you like this though,” he acknowledged with a wicked grin gracing his face.

Vegeta closed his eyes. “Please.” He had no means to convince the other; the only thing he could do now was hope.

Kakarott released his hold on the chains and reached around the front of the other, tweaking his split nipple. “I like hearing you say that,” he threw Vegeta a possible bargaining chip.

Vegeta’s teeth clenched at the pain, but it did draw away some of the pleasure Kakarott’s thrusting was causing. Vegeta leaned forward, hoping Kakarott wouldn’t stop him.

“Please” he said again, touching his forehead to the floor.

Kakarott’s eyes lit with glee at Vegeta prostrating himself. “Again” he encouraged, running the knife deep down Vegeta’s side.

“Please, Kakarotto,” Vegeta said again, adding the formal ending to the other’s name to prove his earnestness. Anything was better than the feelings Goku had started stirring with his gentle touches and exploration.

Kakarott slid the knife over Vegeta’s hip until it settled against the smaller one’s tail stub. “Ride me,” he commanded.

As Vegeta drove himself back the knife sliced into what little was left of his tail. The excruciating pain totally cancelled the pleasure. He drew away only to drive himself harder on the other and into the knife.

Again and again the pain reminded him of how worthless he was supposed to be. His people were gone. His ascension had come too late. He pressed back harder, pain increasing as bone and then nerves were severed. His promise had never been fulfilled. The hope his father had instilled in him…unjustified.

Kakarott threw the knife away just as Vegeta was about to finish cutting off the rest of his pride. Its clattering went unnoticed as Kakarott pinched what little skin was left attached and Vegeta screamed, pain totally consuming him.

“Finish it,” Kakarott said ruthlessly.

Vegeta doggedly drove himself against the other. Faster, harder…he broke his own nose against the floor as he rocked forward and then drove back too fast.

Vegeta’s unexpected cry and tensing put Kakarott over the edge. He unintentionally ripped fur away from skin as he howled his dominance of the other.

Vegeta stilled immediately. He panted heavily into the pool of blood beneath his face as he waited for Kakarott’s judgment in the matter.

Kakarott hissed as he withdrew and then shoved Vegeta’s body away from him.

Vegeta slid until he hit the base of the regeneration tank, the back of his head cracking against the metal. “Fusion,” he gasped as stars lit his sight.

Goku saw Vegeta across the room. He wondered about that, because Vegeta should not have been able to move faster than a human with the chains on him.

Then he noticed the swath of blood that ran from Vegeta’s prone form. He followed it with his eyes to where he knelt. He brought his hands up to his face, stopping only when he realized how much blood was covering them. “Vegeta?” Goku ‘understood’ what had probably taken place. He just didn’t know why, or wish to believe it.

“You wouldn’t stop,” Vegeta whispered as he closed his eyes.

“Of course he wouldn’t stop! What were you thinking?” Goku ranted.

“NO…you wouldn’t stop!” the prince ground out between his teeth.

Goku tried to rub the drying blood onto his legs before getting up and walking over to the tank to crank the door open. Then he dragged Vegeta into the chamber and strapped the respirator to his face.

“Take the chains off,” Vegeta’s muffled voice came through the mask.

“No,” Goku said as he turned and left the chamber. He shut the door, cranked it closed, and walked over to the panel and turned the regeneration tank on.

Vegeta got up and tapped his forehead against the window. He when he didn’t receive attention immediately, he head butted it.

Goku looked around the room and retrieved the knife from the floor as he walked past it. He didn’t want Vegeta to see what he was going to do. Normally, this would not be a problem; the prince had usually passed out before Goku dragged him into the tank. But the banging coming from the tank assured Goku that, even if Vegeta was still in chains, the prince was more than able to get up and about.

Vegeta stomped his foot in the now knee high liquid, and turned from the window. He paced the four steps one way and then back the room allowed for.

Goku used the knife to cut the shower curtain down from its rod. Then he walked over to the tank and tried to figure out how to get it to stay over the window. He got a peek of the prince pacing before he threw the curtain over the window.

Vegeta turned back to the window as he heard something tap against it. He saw the knife in Goku’s hand before some sort of material was covering the window fully. “Kakarott!” he yelled through the mask. Crap, he hadn’t been allowed to close the implements panel! He dropped to his knees and then onto his back under the liquid, trying to rub or roll the chains off of him.

Once the window was covered to Goku’s satisfaction, he went to his locker and opened it. He pressed a button in the back and a panel slid to the side. Then he pressed the rewind button; what exactly had taken place?

Vegeta heard vibrations through the liquid. Kakarott was talking to someone. He sat up, forcing his head out of the slowly rising liquid, hoping to hear what was being said. He stood so he could be above the liquid’s level as long as possible, and pressed his ear to the tank’s wall. The interference the liquid caused as it filled the tank made this a useless gesture. Vegeta closed his eyes and searched the room with his other sense. Kakarott was alone, but those were certainly voices. Was the idiot talking to himself? “Damn it!”

Goku jumped as Vegeta kneed the tank’s wall. When he turned his attention back to the video, his image was stripping. His hand holding the knife began to shake as he watched his image start to cut deeply into Vegeta’s flesh.

“Wrong how?”

“You feel good, inside of me. It shouldn’t feel this way.”

“A whore shouldn’t feel pleasure?” his image asked.

“No…not-not like this. I shouldn’t feel anything. I should be numb. Third class sluts feel pleasure, and go seeking it elsewhere. Can’t be trusted to do as they are told.”

Goku looked back at the tank as his heart sunk. He turned his attention back, forcing himself to watch the rest of what had happened.

“Fusion”

Goku hit the stop button. He didn’t need to see the rest; that’s where he had woken. His finger hesitated momentarily over the erase button before pressing it quickly. He flipped the switch, sliding the panel back into place.

Goku slammed his locker shut. There was an awful amount of blood to be cleaned up, and he decided he didn’t care to do the task. He walked over to the tank’s control panel and pulled the water resistant cover over the top of it. Then he went to the wall panel, and closed it up.

Goku pulled a torch out of its holder on the wall, and levitated until he was directly beneath one of the emergency sprinkler heads before lighting it on fire and holding it close to the sensor. The power shut off as the smoke sensors kicked in, and the sprinkler heads opened up.

Vegeta was quite stunned as the lights in the regeneration tank when off. His eyes blinked open only to confirm the darkness was through out the liquid. Then he heard the hum of the emergency generator kick in. ‘Damn it, Kakarott, what are you up to?’ he thought.

Goku walked with his hands out stretched until he felt a wall beneath his fingertips. He turned his back to it and slid down until he sat in the welcome dark, sprinklers raining down on him as he fingered the knife. Hearing the water trickle through the grates at the four corners of the room made him wish he could escape as easily.

The liquid pouring down from the ceiling did his crying for him. “I truly wish I could be what you needed me to be, but I just don’t understand what that is, Vegeta,” he whispered into the darkness.


~o0o~


Vegeta eyes popped wide open when something brushed against the back of his knee. Muscles twitched in his lower back, and he turned quickly, trying to see what it was. He caught sight of something brown out of the corner of his eye as he twirled.

He groaned. He hadn’t shit in a regeneration tank since he was seven. That was just gross, not to mention embarrassing. The razzing Nappa had given about ‘does the prince still need to be in diapers’ and those stupid baby cooing sounds, ‘coooo-goooo-coooo’ for hours on end had insured he didn’t do it again: until now.

He kicked at the tank walls to get Kakarott’s attention. It brushed up against the back of his leg again, and he pinned his back to the same wall he had been kicking at. He looked through the liquid and growled when he didn’t see anything. ‘Fucking great, I smushed it,’ he thought to himself, kicking his heel against the wall of the tank. The moron had better let him out if he knew what was good for him. ‘This was probably his damn fault, leaving these ki sucking chains on me while I healed.’

Goku wiped his eyes as he woke to the sound of pounding at the tank’s walls. His neck and legs were cramped. There were small puddles of water on the floor, but the sprinklers’ tanks had run out of liquid before he had even fallen asleep. The generators had restarted after the fire cycle.

He pushed himself to his knees and groaned as he stood. “That was fucking stupid,” he chastised himself as he walked stiffly to the tank’s panel and opened up the cover. He pressed the sequence necessary to start the draining process before taking the curtain off the tank. A glimpse showed Vegeta with his back pressed up against the wall, looking for all the world like he was running from something.

It would have been amusing, if Vegeta hadn’t seen him and come over to the window with a look that spoke volumes about his imminent death. “What?” Goku whined even though he knew Vegeta wouldn’t be able to answer him until after the door opened.

Vegeta stomped his foot into the tank’s floor, denting it just a tad, but not enough to breach it. Goku’s eyes widened at something he saw behind the prince, and Vegeta turned around to see what the moron was looking at. He turned back to the window as the liquid came down past its lower ledge. Now the moron was pantomiming something, and mouthing words too fast for him to lip-read.

He forgot to set himself properly for balance as the liquid came down past his hips. He fell over backwards for his error, cursing Kakarott colorfully for the stupid chains still wrapped around his upper body. “I am going to KILL YOU, Kakarott!” the prince yelled as the liquid drained past the level of his mouth as he lay on the floor. It tickled his ears as it drained out, thankfully not getting stuck. He hated liquid stuck in his ears.

Goku ascended before he opened the door. Vegeta was pissed, and he didn’t plan on letting the other out of the chains without some sort of advantage.

Vegeta cringed as the bolts on the door disengaged. He rolled to his side and then his knees in order to face Kakarott with at least some sort of dignity. He glared, but did not move as the third class took the mask away from his face. “Take these fucking things off Kakarott!” he hissed, eyes narrowing dangerously.

Goku backed up a couple of steps. “Wait, Vegeta. You’ve got to take it easy.”

“I said, take them off! So I can take you outside and rip that useless head attached to your shoulders OFF!” Vegeta lunged to his feet, but slid in the liquid still on the floor, as the muscles in his back locked up. He was unable to use his ki to lessen the fall, and grunted as he fell back…again.

“Vegeta, I’ll do what you ask, but you have to hold still!” Goku said hurriedly.

“FINE!” Vegeta said, rolling once again to his side, and back to his knees. He growled and watched as the third class slowly walked behind him, feeling another twitch from his muscles in his lower back. Suddenly he felt even more strength fade, instead of return; he fell face first into the tank’s floor, berating himself silently for trusting Kakarott.

“Hold still, Vegeta,” Goku said as he unlocked the chains and started unwrapping them from around Vegeta’s body.

“You’ve made sure I don’t have any choice in the matter,” Vegeta hissed. He tried to press his hands into the floor to give himself leverage so he could get up as the chains came off, but still couldn’t muster the energy to do so.

“Listen to me, Vegeta. You’ve got your tail back. You have to take it easy,” Goku said.

“What?!” Vegeta gasped as he felt Kakarott’s hand slowly slide away from his tail. His energy returned so quickly he almost blacked out. He hadn’t shit in the tank? He had his tail back? Relief overwhelmed him and he laughed.

Goku backed slowly out of the tank at the maniacal laughter. Even in a fighting pose, he wasn’t ready for Vegeta getting up so fast and tackling him. They slid and tumbled along the room’s wet floor until they hit the north wall.

Goku gasped as Vegeta pinned him to the floor. Vegeta was leering down at him like a lunatic. “You’re forgiven,” the prince purred, before trying to stand, only to fall back to his knees. He growled and arched, trying to glare at the tail…his tail.

He turned back quickly as Kakarott moaned and shifted under him, and he felt the other surrender his ascension. The younger had his eyes closed and his neck arched, throat bared beautifully in total submission.

Vegeta froze as his mind locked up. What…yessss…no! He used his hands to scoot down the length of Kakarott’s legs as fast as he could, panting has he finally put some distance between them. “Kakarott!” Vegeta hissed.

Goku moaned and shook himself mentally. He opened his eyes to see a very disappointed Vegeta glaring at him. “Fuck,” he whispered to himself, wondering why he had chosen that moment to lose himself too.

“What the fuck?” Vegeta asked him, head cocked to the side.

“Just…just forget it, Vegeta. Let’s get you cleaned up,” Goku said as he stood. He knew he should have stuck with thinking about the twins when jacking off, instead of Vegeta dominating him.

Goku offered his hand to Vegeta. The elite glared at him for a moment longer before reaching out to take hold of the other’s wrist. The prince didn’t like the fact he needed the assistance, but he knew he needed it…probably would for at least an hour.

It was always like that, after getting his tail back.

~o0o~