Freeza's Rule

 Chapter 5

Beginnings of a Nightmare

"Do what you want," said Vegeta as he got up. "I won't crawl around in the dirt with a low level," he finished. Vegeta strode out of the room with disgust clearly etched onto his face. Raditz watched him go with some confusion, and then he turned back to Nappa who was eying him in a way that made Raditz more than a little afraid and highly uncomfortable.

"What's so important about the mark on my tail?" he asked quietly. He could barely force himself to speak. Something was wrong here and he couldn’t help but feel he was not going to like the answer to his question.

"It's a breeder's mark" said Nappa simply as he got up and advanced on the smaller saiyan. Raditz frowned, not recognizing the term or why it would make Nappa behave like this. They'd never been friends, far from, but he was usually better about inventing reasons to beat Raditz up, all this over a white mark on his tail? Seeing his confusion, Nappa elaborated.

"All breeders get a mark on their tail sometime before they hit puberty that identifies them as a breeder. It fades over time," explained Nappa continuing his procession towards the young boy in front of him.

As he stepped forward, Raditz stepped back until he'd hit the wall. Nappa planted his burly arms on either side of Raditz's head and caged him in with his body. Raditz was so much shorter than the older man that he had to look up to see Nappa’s face, however the expression on the face above him made him focus slightly lower to the other saiyan’s chest.

"So?" said Raditz, trying and failing to sound unconcerned.

"You don't know what a breeder is?" laughed Nappa. It was a cruel laugh that promised unpleasant times ahead.

"No," admitted Raditz, but then how was he meant too? Nappa was the oldest of the three of them by far. He was older than both his and Vegeta’s fathers would have been had they lived. He had the most knowledge of their lost planet but he only shared that knowledge with Vegeta. How could he possibly expect Raditz to know what he was never told?

"A breeder is what we Saiyans used to keep our populations numbers afloat. They can have three times the cubs a female could manage over a lifetime," said Nappa. He leaned in closer pressing Raditz's much smaller body into the wall behind him.

"Of course, Prince Vegeta doesn't want you carrying cubs, it might upset Lord Freeza and drag us down more than you already do," he said backing off slightly. Raditz let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Nappa smirked at him and went into the barrack they shared. After a few long minutes and some very ineffectual calming breaths, Raditz decided to hurry to his bunk and sleep. Tomorrow they would be on their way to Planet Freeza #689, a two week trip by pod, separate, safe from others, especially Nappa, pods. This weirdness would all blow over; Nappa’s attention span couldn’t sustain it. And the first chance Raditz got he would shave the odd patch of fur off his tail, even if he had to do it with his teeth.

He crept in to the barrack as quietly and climbed into his bunk as noiselessly as possible. Nappa seemed to already be already deep into sleep, no point in waking him. He turned his back to the room, not wanting to be reminded of the other's presence. And just as he began to drift off he was pinned down.

Nappa's laugh was cold, cruel, but had just hint of glee and anticipation. His much larger hand clutched Raditz throat as he thrashed beneath him. Nappa's knee kept him firmly in place. He could remember crying for the first time in years but could never be sure of when he started to cry. It might have been when Nappa ripped his uniform for the second time that day, or when he cracked one of the bones in Raditz’s legs trying to keep him still. It might have been when he heard Nappa's own clothes being pulled off, or the feeling of something firm poking at his entrance. He was definitely in tears by the time the man shoved into him dryly. He was outright sobbing as the large brute began a harsh rhythm, whispering disgusting and insulting things to the smaller boy beneath him as he panted in obvious pleasure.

If Raditz called out for his father's help right before he felt the rush of warmth spilling into his bottom, he didn't remember. He did remember Nappa informing him, as he roughly rode out his orgasm, that he couldn't get knocked up until after puberty had hit and even then measures could be taken. It was the beginning of a decade’s worth of nightmares for Raditz.