Freeza's Rule

Finding Out

He hated it when Nappa drank. He hated the smell, of both the disgusting swill Nappa chose to drink (and bathe his clothes in by the smell of it) and the smell of the bald Saiyan himself. He hated the inconsistency, sometimes Nappa was a violent drunk who beat up anyone that crossed his path with Raditz as a frequent victim, but other times he was a silly drunk who would spout nonsense or even stories from their home world then pass out. The worst of times he was a horny drunk, and as bad a bedmate he was when he was sober he was much worse when drunk.

Today Nappa was most definitely a horny drunk. Raditz's body had gone so numb he felt like he had stepped outside of it, a logical observer with no emotional attachment to the ongoing events. He could watch the bald pig grunt over him with a twisted look of pleasure on his face. He could see the limpness and exhaustion evident in his own body and the dead expression in his own eyes. He was content to observe though, it was much less painful. Things went on in this vein until Nappa passed out, still firmly joined to him and he let his own eyes follow.

The next morning Raditz woke up to his scouter's alarm, nothing unusual there. He poked Nappa on his side till he rolled over right onto the floor. He chucked as the bigger saiyan slept on, as always. He couldn't feel his lower half, but walking around usually cured that at least to the point where he could power his way through it.

As he stood he felt liquid trickle down his leg. He rushed into the wash room and stripped away his clothing. Looking down he saw the unmistakable trickle of seed, traveling down his thigh.

"Damn it," he cursed softly.

With no other recourse, he scrubbed himself carefully, and flushed out his insides with water as hot as he could stand. It had worked for him before. He exited the washroom with a pool of dread in his stomach. And spent the rest of the day on edge.

After a few weeks had passed Raditz put the event behind him, but still cursing Nappa's stupidity and drunkenness on the inside. The trio of Saiyans walked into their bunker still sweaty and bloody from their training session. Well, Nappa and Raditz were, Prince Vegeta did not find himself challenged enough to warrant breaking a sweat, in his own words.

"Freeza needs to send stronger soldiers, no one here is a challenge, how am I supposed to get stronger if all he sends is weaklings!" ranted the short prince.

"He might not have anyone stronger to send, you've decimated Freeza's ranks," praised Nappa. Raditz rolled his eyes at the bald giant but decided not to get into the conversation, the two were happy to forget he existed if he let them and he was willing to let them. They sat down to the dining table where dinner was waiting, the table strained under the weight of generous portions for three full grown Saiyans. As Raditz bought his utensils to his mouth he realized he was starving, not post-training starving but full out haven't eaten in four days starving. He inhaled his food, outpacing both Vegeta and Nappa bringing their attention back to him. He didn't pay it much mind though, more focused on the fact that he was still starving. He eyed Nappa's pile, weighing the beating he'd get with the satisfaction of filling his stomach. He didn't even glance towards Vegeta that would be asking for a death sentence.

After a few moments he decided it wasn't really worth it. As hungry as he was it would do him no good when Nappa inevitably made him throw up whatever he'd managed to pilfer from him. It sucked being the weakest of the group sometimes, or all the time really but right now it just stung a little more.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Nappa, more accusing than concerned. Raditz shrugged in an automatic response sinking down a little in his seat.

"I was just hungry, aren't you," muttered Raditz as he removed himself from the table and headed to the shower. He started up the hot water the same as usual but it felt too hot. He had to dial it down a few notches in order to be comfortable. Everything felt wrong today, he'd been off center in training, not mention sluggish and now he was walking around with a gnawing hunger that didn't make any sense. Contemplating this Raditz crawled into the bunker across from Nappa's, where Nappa had long ordered him to sleep, but found that sleep wasn't coming to him, more than likely because of the gnawing hunger he was suffering. So he lied awake, listening as Nappa finally dragged himself in, still smelling strongly of dried blood and sweat, and got into his own bed. He was still awake an hour later when Nappa crossed the space between them and climbed into Raditz's bunk.

As Raditz was pinned to the bed by the older male a panic he hadn't experienced in a long time took over him. He trashed violently beneath his longtime tormentor, kicking his legs and throwing out his arms, his fingers clawing ineffectually at whatever skin they came in contact with.

"Nappa, stop," he begged, as Nappa easily managed to pin down each of his flailing limbs. The bald saiyan's flashed him a grin that was full of triumph. He awkwardly maneuvered himself to enter the smaller saiyan beneath him, using his ki to burn away any barriers, grunting in response to Raditz’s further pleas. As Nappa drove into Raditz as hard as he could, Raditz bit his bottom lip to keep from screaming, but he eventually gave into the urge, more accurate he lost all sanity and began screaming obscenities and insults at Nappa.

"Shut up, you'll wake Prince Vegeta," ordered Nappa, slamming the palm of hand into Raditz face without missing a stroke. Raditz could only form pain gasps in response. Satisfied, Nappa continued on, gripping Raditz hard enough to draw blood As soon as the stars cleared from his vision Raditz struck out at Nappa again, this time managing to dig his finger into the larger saiyan’s eye.

"Damn it!" Nappa exclaimed, sitting up to clutch his eye. With his uninjured one he glared down at the other saiyan.

Raditz slid himself from beneath Nappa, falling to the floor in the process and began crawling backwards away from his angered bedmate. He muttered a few apologies but they were clearly falling on death ears. He was literally shaking in terror as the older saiyan rose to his feet. Raditz huddled in a corner of the room his eyes locked with Nappa's form as the saiyan stalked over to him.

"I'm not going to let some breeder humiliate me," he muttered darkly.

"I wasn't trying too, I just panicked, I'm sorry," pleaded Raditz. Nappa laughed at him.

"Not yet, but you will be," Nappa promised. He stood over Raditz's form with an evil expression. He grabbed Raditz by his neck and slung him into the farthest wall. He sped over to him again and threw him into some of the unoccupied bunks which had been ripped of the wall and stacked at the far end of the room, they clattered loudly as they fell over.

"Nappa! What the hell's going on, keep it down!" yelled Vegeta as he blasted open the door.

"Raditz, was the one causing trouble," accused Nappa, pointing over to the nude, bruised and beaten breeder who had yet to rise to his feet.

"I don't care, if you can't control one weakling I'll kill you both and be done with it," threatened Vegeta

"I'm sorry, Prince Vegeta," said Nappa, bowing. Raditz still lay in the bunk rubble, clutching at his stomach. He had a confused look on his face.

"I feel strange," he murmured more to himself than anyone else. He didn't for much longer as Nappa quickly reintroduced him to a familiar feeling, pain. Nappa slammed his head into the wall denting it.

"Show your betters some respect!" he yelled at the cowering breeder. Raditz clutched his head but managed not to cry out.

"I'm sorry for waking you, Prince Vegeta," bit out Raditz, peering through his tangled locks to look in Vegeta's general direction. Nappa's hit had hurt him more then he cared to admit, but it wasn't worth dying over. Vegeta glared at him, and stalked away without acknowledging Raditz had spoken at all. Raditz hated to admit it but it hurt. Nappa gave him a smug look and climbed back into his bunk, Raditz could only hope he stayed in it this time.

The next morning Raditz didn’t feel weird, he wasn’t in much pain and he didn’t even feel tired. What he felt was horrible, feverish, and dizzy. He remained in bed after his scouter had gone off, after Nappa had finally risen and given him a curious look, after both Vegeta and Nappa could clearly be heard enjoying dinner. Great now he was hungry too.

When the door to the bunker finally opened it wasn’t Nappa headed off to sleep like he expected but Vegeta who looked furious. He sat up quickly as he was able.

“Why are you lazing around!” demanded Vegeta but he gave Raditz no opportunity to answer. “We finally get another mission and you decide to be lazy, you’d better not get in the way or I’ll kill you myself and be done with it,” he finished and with that the diminutive prince stalked out of the room. Nappa came in shortly after, snickering.

“I don’t feel well,” said Raditz with some inexplicable need to justify himself to someone.

“So go to the med bay,” suggested Nappa in an uncommonly friendly mood.

“I don’t think I’m sick, just…off, I can’t really explain,” said Raditz, he was more than willing to milk Nappa’s good moods when they came about. “I’ve been feeling feverish but I don’t have a fever, I feel like I haven’t eaten in days when I’ve been eating more, it just doesn’t make any sense,” he elaborated.

“Have you had stomach pains?” asked Nappa suddenly

“Yeah, but they don’t last long so I haven’t really-,” Raditz began be he was cut off as Nappa step close and placed a hand on Raditz’s lower stomach. He made a frustrated noise and punched the wall over Raditz’s bed, putting a deep dent in it.

“What?” questioned Raditz.

“You idiot,” snarled Nappa.

“What?” questioned Raditz again.

“You. How’d you let this happen, are you stupid or something? If Freeza finds he’ll kill us all!” Nappa said, oblivious to the increasingly confused look on Raditz’s face. Neither of them noticed Vegeta had stepped back into the room.

“Because I’m sick?” asked Raditz incredulously.

“Because you’re carrying,” said Nappa looking at Raditz like he was an idiot, and that was an unpleasant reversal of things.

“Carrying what?” asked Raditz but as the words slip from his mouth realization widened his eyes, and his hand flew down to his stomach.