| Part 3 The Symphony of Pain 1. Capsule Corp. Present day It was a hot and humid evening, with only the slightest of breeze entering her bedroom. Pale moonlight penetrated through the thin curtains and illuminated her newfound lover’s harsh features. She traced with her soft hand over his chest that rose calmly and rhythmically with his breathing. Her prince looked into her sky blue eyes, how peaceful and innocent they were. If one’s eyes are the mirror of one’s soul, he was sure that the woman that had just mated with him, that blue haired shrew that have been arguing and fighting with him ever since he stepped foot into her home, was indeed a Good Person, someone he should be able to trust. He raised his ungloved hand and brushed a lost lock of blue hair from her forehead. He traced with his fingers over her rosy cheeks, following the lines of her chin. They lingered as they reached her warm moist lips, which were as delicate as rose pedals. Although he wouldn’t admit it now and will probably never admit it either; this weak earthling with tiny muscles and a neglectable powerlevel had stolen his heart. He had not been able to care about anyone for a long time, and this rediscovered feeling of compassion that might be even called love, was confusing for the tired prince. Confusing, but also strangely reassuring. This one night together with her was enough to still his hatred and cast out his demons. He knew that they all would return in the morning, but as long as she was lying there in his arms; caressing him, caring for him and loving him, it would be all right. And as long he was able to sense her close, able to show his weakness to her and be able to trust her, he would never be afraid to be alone again. He had never known such peace of mind. She laid herself beside him, wrapping one arm over his broad chest and buried her nose into his neck. Bulma took a deep breath to feed her hungry senses with the warrior’s scent; an aroma that was thick, musky and warm. She kissed him there, and tasted his scent. It was sweet and salty at the same time and reminded her of her own tears. As she traced with her lips down his flesh, she noticed a long scar, running from her lover’s collarbone to the little hollow right above his sternum. Curious about what she had found, she ran her finger across the scar, following every turn and every bend. "Where did you got this from Vegeta? Did you got it from a battle for some God-forsaken planet or did you just fall off your bike when you were little?" Bulma smiled naughtily, the scar was probably a reminder of a long won battle from ages ago, but she knew how her Saiyan prince loved to boost about his achievements on the battlefield, she wanted to humor him by giving him the opportunity to talk about it for what would be hours. However, her lover didn’t react as she expected he would. The expression on her prince’s face hardened as his eyes turned cold. "I didn’t got that one from a battle, although I wish I did… I don’t want to talk about it!" An uneasy silence fell between them, She tried to calm her lover by caressing the healed wound, stroking it lovingly with her fingers, but he reacted aggressively, grabbing her hand to stop her and pushed her arm away. "I don’t want you to tough me there! I’m not getting my greedy hands on your scars am I?" She was shocked with his sudden outburst of unreasonable anger. Still her own pride, fierce and almost as undefeatable as that of her would-be lifetime mate, made her respond to him in a loud and angry voice. "What the hell got into you? I was just asking about it so you can bore me to death with your stupid battle stories! If you don’t want to speak about that silly scar of yours, fine! But don’t start shouting at me cause I’m not used to be shout at in my own house!!" Vegeta sneered at her, he jumped out of bed and started looking for his clothes. Bulma couldn’t believe this man’s rudeness, instead of talking this argument out and apologizing to her for his behavior such as Yamcha would have done, the rude bastard was leaving!! Did those space aliens never thought this so-called prince how to treat a lady? "Wait Vegeta! Where do you think you’re going?" "You’re obviously having one of those screw attacks of yours. I’m going back to my room so I can at least have a decent night sleep." "You can’t just leave in the middle of an argument!" "Watch me." "You can’t go! Don’t you care about my feelings at all?" The Saiyan prince remained silent while he was putting on one of his boots, his mate stared at him, trying to make eyecontact. But he kept his eyes down, evading her, denying her very presence. Bulma eyes stung with tears, why was this man that she started to care for so much so cold to her? "You’re impossible Vegeta! You hear me! What do think that I am, a hooker of or something? That you can just dump me after one night of pleasure?! You SUCK Vegeta! You’re even worse than Yamcha, at least he knew how to care about anybody else's feelings!" "Then go sleep with him then! I knew this wouldn’t last for long anyway.." He left the room and slammed the door shut. She kept staring at the closed door, as she was expecting him to rush into her room and return into her arms again in any moment. But she knew that he wouldn’t. His pride wouldn’t allow him to. And as the first of her salted tears started to fall, she was afraid that this was the end of their tender love. 2. New Blood joins this world And quickly he’s subdued Through constant pained disgrace This young man learns their rules "STOP THAT ZARBON! I COMMAND YOU!!" The young prince closed his eyes in horror as the blue monster grabbed him and started crushing his head between his gigantic hands. It hurt like hell and he could hear his own skull creaking under the enormous pressure. Sticky drops of blood started to drip out of his nose and ears. "I’m gonna squeeze all the life out of ya you rotten stinking piece of monkey shit! You bloody loudmouth!!" "ZARBON!!!" Frieza fired a beam, as fast as it was powerful. It passed by Zarbon, missing him by an inch. The warrior turned monster was bewildered, and turned to stare back at his furiated master, his hands still tightened around their prisoner’s head. "Let him go Zarbon, don’t go so far that I have to eliminate you." Frieza’s voice sounded calm, but Zarbon could sense his master’s growing discontent. This was his final warning, one more wrong movement that displeased him would mean lights out for the young warrior. He let go of the broken prince reluctantly. Before he stepped away from him, he whispered a last threat into his ear. "You’re lucky today you little monkey boy, but next time master Frieza won’t be around, and then BHAMMM!" Zarbon made a punching gesture, as if he was hitting his imaginary victim with all his might. A mad smile appeared on his face as sneered at him. "I’ll crush you like an insect Vegeta!" "ZARBON!" The blue monster started to shrink back to it’s original form, the bulging in Zarbon’s armor vanished, his skin softened and his hair, although not longer braided, became straight and shiny again. Finally, the young warrior’s handsome features returned. Zarbon became once more the slender built youth that had stolen his master’s cold and darkened heart. However, Zarbon’s hadn’t recovered from his emotional breakdown yet. A thousand question’s ran through his troubled mind, but his trembling voice was only able to vocalize one. "But WHY master Frieza?!!" "Because I demand it!" The ruthless tyrant seemed to be calm and untouched, although his loyal subject’s distress was effecting him more then he would possibly allow himself to admit. He wished he could calm down his lover, that he could reassure him that his emotions towards Vegeta were no threat to their relationship. "Zabon, pleas stop this foolish display. Our Saiyan prince here is for us both to enjoy. I just don’t want you to harm him before I can get my share of pleasure from abusing him, that’s all. The traitorous weakling means nothing to me. Can you understand that?" Frieza was lying; his longing for Vegeta was more then a desire of the flesh. But explaining it right now to Zarbon was of no use. His insincere words seemed however to have the right effect on the young warrior. Zarbon’s tense posture relaxed a bit and the hurt that was showing in his eyes slowly dimmed. He sighed deeply. "Very well master Frieza, if it’s your wish to let Vegeta live, then I shall obey." "Very good Zarbon. Now we’ve finally sorted out this nasty dispute, let us turn our attention to our royal guest shall we? We have already let him wait for far too long..." Vegeta was still resting on his restrains with his whole body weight. Zarbon’s last attack had left him in a pitiful state. He had been injured in battles before, but the combination of unhealed wounds, fresh wounds and the lack of ki to recover were absolutely life threatening for the young prince. The pain in his neck and temples were hellish. He almost wished that Frieza was right and that his injuries would indeed kill him, but his cursed Saiyan body was too strong and could even withstand these tortures. He saw with hooded eyes his hated nemesis approach again, wearing a wicked smile on his black lips. Cold fingers held his chin in an iron grip and lifted his head to face two piercing merciless eyes. Those same cold eyes that had been staring at him since his childhood, watching him, and observing him, waiting for him to make a mistake that will seal him doom. The tyrant’s smile widened, his upper lip pulled back to reveal his black teeth as he hissed his hot breath into Vegeta’s ear. "I apologize for my servant’s brute behavior, although I think you must have been a VERY bad monkey to make Zarbon react like that. My young friend here is usually mister serenity himself." A hot, stinging sensation as the lizard alien scraped his long black nails across Vegeta’s bare skin. A red line appeared, as it ran from the tip of his chin to the right collarbone. It didn’t hurt that much, but the sensation of Frieza’s tough was enough to bring shivers down the prisoner’s spine. Vegeta couldn’t help it. For such a long time the brave Saiyan prince had masked his fear for his race’s conqueror with hatred, with pride and the growing darkness that was the evil inside him. But now, stripped from these strong emotions and drained weak from his powers, the thick wall of the protecting castle that he built so carefully to shield him from his pain collapsed. All that was left behind was the cold numbing sensation of fear for this great evil. Frieza sensed his fear, and loved it. "Finally trembling for my might Vegeta? Oh my, that I could live to see this day! How remarkable! What happened tot hat stubborn Saiyan pride of yours?" (I can’t let him find out that I am…I am afraid of him. I can’t show him how weak I’ve become. If I do, I will never be able to face my father again.) Vegeta focussed his mind, gathering what was left of his broken spirit inside him. The fire that had been extinguished so violently was refueled again with long lost memories of all the humiliations he had suffered by the hands of this tyrant and the pain and suffering that he had caused. The chained hands of the fallen prince clenched into fists as with the last of his remaining strength he was able to raise his head to face his tormentor, his lips pulled into that familiar confident smirk. "You must have sensed it wrong Frieza! I don’t know fear for you, only deep buried hatred and the burning desire to eliminate you!" Frieza furrowed his brows in disapproval, his disappointment for the prince’s quick emotional recovery only badly concealed. "Tisk tisk, chained like a dog and still you can’t stop going on with your rambling about how you’re going to finish me off. Foolish dreams Vegeta, nothing but foolish dreams…" Frieza turned away from the young prince and gazed back at his servants. "Dodoria, bring me the special toy I’ve made for our beautiful but rude prisoner. I think it’s time to teach him some discipline. Dodoria grinned like a grotesque jack-o-lantern. He handed his master a silver colored whip. Frieza ran his finger over the tool, which base was long and thick, ending in a flexible thin tail. The cold tyrant grinned sadistically. "I’m afraid that your behavior has earned you some harsh punishments Vegeta. I didn’t raise you to be disrespectful towards me!" A sudden change in the tyrants features as they hardened like ice. With a smooth and almost elegant movement, he raised the whip high above his head, letting the flexible end fall back over his shoulders like a dead serpent. His grin widened, and for a moment all that the tortured prince could see was that grin, that stood out in the dark like an insane death-smile of a floating white skull. "SCREAM FOR ME MY SWEET PRINCE!!!" The whip cut through the cold air with sweeping noise before it exploded on Vegeta’s broad chest. He held in his breath as the cold metal scarred his flesh. Then the hot burning sensation that paralyzed his entire body. Vegeta wanted to cry out in pain, but forced himself to remain silent. He didn’t want Frieza to enjoy his suffering. A second blow exploded on his chest. The fallen prince arched his back and struggled in is restrains, as if his body tried to escape from the pain. He managed once again to hold in his cries as he bit hard on his lower lip and clenched his eyes closed. The silence of his prisoner angered Frieza and he increased the strength with which he administrated the blows. The whip came down on Vegeta’s chest a third, a fourth and a fifth time with increasing strength, and each blow more powerful then the last. Hot red welts that were formed by the first impacts burst open and crimson colored blood oozed out of the wounds. The sixth blow cut trough the opened wounds like rusty razorblades cutting trough thin paper. Vegeta could no longer hold in his cries. He started screaming out of total agony. Frieza listened to Vegeta’s cries and felt strangely aroused. He continued whipping his prisoner, twenty, thirty lashes more, while transpiration was dripping down his round chin. His body was raised into a state of ecstasy as he drank the sweet nectar of his victim’s suffering hungrily. There was no rational reason for his behavior, for his desire to hurt Vegeta. All the cold tyrant could do was following the will of the dark sadistic demon that had been lurking inside him ever since he had laid eyes on the Sayian prince. "GOOD VEGETA! Your cries sound like sweet music in my ears!! KEEP IT UP!! SCREAM FOR ME YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!" And the fallen prince obeyed the sadistic tyrant reluctantly; he screamed out his pain till his lungs were burning and he ran out of air. He screamed till he forgot about the reason why and he was reduced to wriggling worm, bathing in it’s own blood. He screamed till he thought he had lost his mind. Then, finally, the lashing ceased and the tortured prisoner fell silent, his sore and blooded body sagged forward and hung heavily on its restrains. He kept his eyes closed to block out this nightmare out of his consciousness, knowing that he was only fooling himself and that this terrible presence is as real as the burning pain. Suddenly, a cold hand seized his limp member. His breath stocked as he felt Frieza’s tough, and he uttered a shriek in surprise and fear. He felt the tyrant's lips tough his left earlobe. A wet tongue slipped into his ear groove like a cool scaly serpent. It surprised Vegeta that every part of Frieza’s body was so cold, while his breath was as hot as the desert air. "Didn’t you like that my sweet pet? I know I enjoyed it immensely…" His grip around Vegeta’s member tightened as it slowly slipped downwards. His tough was firm, but gentle, and Vegeta felt his cheeks flush with hot blood as the tyrant’s hand reached his cockhead and started squeezing gently, cupping his sex with his cool and damp hand palm. "But maybe it’s time to stop thinking about myself and take care of your needs my sweet prince. Come on…let me hear you scream again Vegeta! Let me teach you to enjoy the pleasure of pain…" "No! Don’t do this…." Vegeta words were cut down as Frieza increased the pressure on his member, enough to cause a slight sensation of pain. Vegeta arched his back like a cat, his eyes closed while his cheeks flushed pink and his mouth opened with his beautiful lips forming a delicate O. Then Frieza’s hand relaxed again, and started caressing his stiffening shaft in an almost lovingly way. The sensation was strange but overwhelming, like cold ice sousing brushed skin. Frieza’s caressing increased in speed, his skillful fingers administrating pain and pleasure to the now rock hard member. Vegeta’s mind went blank, he threw his head back in his neck as his body was washed over and over again with waves of powerful sensations. His confused mind could no longer separate the pain from pleasure and within minutes he found himself lost in a fogged dream, while his sex was dripping wet and begging for release. Frieza enjoyed his prince’s submissiveness. He clinched his fingers into his cockhead, digging his nails deep into the flesh. A deep moan escaped from Vegeta’s attractive mouth. The cold tyrant grinned as he realized that his prisoner was reluctantly starting to enjoy this. "That’s right my pet, treasure this feeling! Pain is a sensation as strong as pleasure. Learn to enjoy it like a good little bitch. Learn to beg for it!" "No, please stop this…Stop this..." With his free hand, Frieza grabbed the tortured prince by his spiky hair and pushed his black lips on his warm mouth violently to stop his rambling. He forced his cold tongue deep down his throat, and tasted his victim’s fear. A muffled scream escaped from Vegeta’s lips as Frieza bit off a piece of his prisoner’s tongue. Warm blood filled the tyrant’s mouth. Never had Frieza tasted such sweet and addictive fluid. He drank Vegeta’s blood eagerly, feeding himself on his helpless victim. He then pushed his prisoner away from him, gasping for air while he wiped some blood from the corner of his black lips. His other hand released his prisoner’s rock hard member. Vegeta was still lost in a wet dream like state, his demanding member twitched achingly and begged to be toughed. A strange pleading sound escaped his lips, it sounded weak and pitiful, it was a sound that the hardened and evil Vegeta would never be able to allow himself to make, wouldn’t even be able to comprehend. But now, the fallen prince was able to produce these sounds, and he understood very well why he was making them. His body hungered for release. He was begging, he was pleading like a little bitch for Frieza to let him come. He moaned softly as he twisted uneasily in his restrains. For some strange reason, the taste of his own blood had aroused him even more and his whole sore body was screaming to be fucked. With great effort, he spread his legs further apart while tilting his pelvis slightly upwards, as if he unconsciously was trying to invite his tormentors to take him. His whole mind was occupied with this need, but still, a small voice that was all that was left from his shattered pride spoke to him from the deepest corners of his mind in which it was buried. (What are you doing? Are you nuts?!! You’re acting like you’re Frieza’s whore!! How can you ever face your father after all this? HOW CAN YOU EVER FACE YOURSELF?!!) Vegeta swallowed a cry as he finally realized what he was doing. Tears stung in his eyes as he thought of how Frieza had reduced him into this animal like state. How could he let himself slide down to this level? He wouldn’t allow them to take advantage of him, although he was no longer strong enough to fight them, he will try. He will not let Frieza succeed to warp his mind. As he clenched his hands into fist in determination, a leg was pushed between his tights. Vegeta tried to close his legs again but it was already to late. With brute force, Frieza pushed his cold cock against Vegeta’s groin, and the tyrant moaned as he felt his prisoner’s warm soft flesh against his member. Vegeta could hear his tormentor breathing increasing while a hand slide trough his black hair. His caress was as gently as a lover’s tough. "Very good Vegeta, although you’ve always been a fast student. Now my sweet pet, are you ready to be taken like the little wet whore you are? Say you like it Vegeta! Beg for it!!" No!! Let me go Frieza!! I don’t enjoy this!! Get off of me!! Let me go…" |