| Part 4 Power 1. No!! Let me go Frieza!! I don’t enjoy this!! Get off of me!! Let me go…" With no effort at all, the tyrant broke Vegeta’s ankle chains and lifted both his legs over his slender shoulders. The captured prince struggled to free himself from the monster’s grip, he kicked and wrapped his tail around Frieza’s neck in an effort to pull him away, but it was of no use. Frieza slammed his knee into Vegeta’s tailbase, and for a moment a sharp pain clawed his way trough his entire body as he heard some of the fragile bones snap like dry firewood. A cry escaped Vegeta’s mouth. Frieza grinned as he stared back at his prisoner, his face shiny with sweat and flush red with excitement. "Bad Monkey! Now stop trying to resist me! You know it’s useless, don’t make this more painful than it’s already going to be." The tyrant positioned his groin just in front of Vegeta’s buttocks and as he pushed his stiff lubricated member between his victim’s ass cheeks, tears of anger and frustration started to welt in Vegeta’s eyes. He didn’t dare to open them for he felt so humiliated that he couldn’t face his tormentor any longer. Frieza breathed heavily as he freed both his hands and with brute force opened the Saiyan prince dry entrance. Vegeta screamed as he felt Frieza’s hand being pushed inside, tearing the flesh around his sphincter. More blood started to flow and while Vegeta’s cries of torment filled the cold throne room, the intoxicated tyrant lost himself in the warmth that was radiating from his victim broken body. "Vegeta, your blood..your sweat….you smell so GOOD…" Frieza threw his head back in ecstasy as he finally thrush his firm throbbing member into the prince’s bleeding entrance. His lid was met with an incredible amount of heat, more then he had ever known in his life. His victim was hot, he was burning like the fires of the inferno. This was far better then having Zarbon, much - much better… A primitive roar escaped from Frieza’s lips as it was his turn to become out of breath. He filled his burning lungs with air as he started to thrust deeper into Vegeta’s warmth, his senses hungry for more. Vegeta’s body started to shake with each propulsion his assaulter produced, while the pain increased till it became almost unbearable. Tears, that had been held back with so much effort started to fall, and his breath caught while he tried to deal with the agony and the sorrow at the same time. Finally, the tyrant came inside him with a ragged roar while releasing his sperm. A cold, almost freezing sensation filled Vegeta’s belly, the thought of his nemesis climaxing inside him made him sick to the stomach and he had to suppress a violent convulsion of nausea that came over him. Frieza let go of his broken victim, and Vegeta’s legs fell limp beside his violated body. He hung there, with his arms still chained to the cold stone wall, his body shivering and his cheeks wet with what it seemed an endless stream of tears. A sticky liquid, which was a mix of sperm and blood, dripped from his rectum down his legs and formed poodles on the floor. The Saiyan prince felt so terrible, so powerless, so violated, so DIRTY… (Frieza…if there was any reason to hate you in the past, it’s nothing compared to what kind of hatred I feel towards you right now!! What you’ve done to me…It’s unforgivable!!!! I’m going to DESTROY you Frieza!!! Only for this you sick and twisted pervert should die wickedly and burn in the fires of hell for eternity!!!). A too familiar touch made the prince open his eyes as Frieza once again forced his chin up with his firm grip. The cold tyrant smiled almost lovingly at him, and there was a weird serene expression on his face. It was almost as the ever-demanding ruler was content and had finally found his peace in torturing him… "My prince….that was remarkable!…I’ve never known such pleasure in my entire life! My sweet – sweet prince…" Frieza was still trying to catch his breath, as he leaned over to him and whispered into his ear, soft enough to make the message inaudible to Zarbon and Dodoria. He stroke through his prisoner’s damp hair. His touch was disturbingly gentle. "You know Vegeta….I’ve never felt like this towards anyone before. Not even Zarbon. You’re unique Vegeta! You’re unique and so very beautiful. You must be the most adorable creature that had ever been created in the whole of the universe. Ohh, if you could only understand my desire, my longing for you. Your body, your lips, your deep dark eyes…." vegeta shivered as Frieza placed a soft kiss on his damp fore head. "Your tears…your strength, your sorrow, your anger, your pain…." A slender finger traced the wetness that came from salted tears across Vegeta’s warm cheeks. Frieza touched him so tenderly, that it was as if the cold tyrant was trying to comfort him, wiping away his tears. "I can’t fight my feelings any longer my sweet prince...I want you Vegeta! This is how it ever had intended to be, ever since you’ve come into my life, we were destined for each other! Your MINE my prince, your body…" Vegeta gasped for air as Frieza penetrated his rectum with two cold fingers and dig his nails into his wounded flesh… "And your soul…" Vegeta froze as Frieza opened his mouth and licked with his tongue the tears from his face. He moved gracefully like a cat drinking milk from a saucer. Frieza licked his lips and stared back at him, the taste of his lover still in his mouth. As he looked into Vegeta’s eyes, he saw what he had hoped for; the fire, the burning hatred that had kept the Saiyan prince sane by giving his whole life existence a purpose had dimmed. All there was left was an emptiness, a dark void of a mind that had lost all hope and reason to exist. A mind that could be easily warped and altered to his liking. A mind that could be thought to love him past the cold hard surface of his soul. Frieza smiled a smile so warm and content, that it made his ugly features almost handsome. He purred like a cat. "Vegeta…I don’t know how to say this…but I love you…I’ve always have. Please tell me that you can feel for me, that you’re capable to love me as I love you…." The tyrant gazed into Vegeta’s eyes, waiting for his reply while his cold heart was filled with hope. His prisoner stared back at his, his facial expression as blank as a piece of white paper. Then, suddenly, there was the faintest of a sparkle in his tired eyes. It was there only for a fraction of time, but it lit the dark eyes like a comet in the night’s sky. A smirk appeared on Vegeta’s face as he swallowed his dry throat and replied to him. "This is the MOST ridiculous thing I’ve EVER heard in my life! You want me to love the creature, the worm, the MONSTER that I hate the most in the entire universe!!??? HA!!! Why Frieza, you must have lost your FUCKING mind!!! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME!! I SWEAR ON MY FATHER’S NAME AND MY OWN GRAVE!!!" Frieza’s face became even whiter then it usually was. His eyes grew wide as the words of the Sayian prince entered his consciousness and shattered his dreams one by one. His lips started to tremble, as he couldn’t believe what just had happened. Vegeta, his subject, his SLAVE, had rejected him. He had opened his soul to him and all he did was rewarding his honesty with mockery and repulsion. "V-Vegeta!! HOW DARE YOU!!" Frieza’s face flushed red with anger and humiliation as his prince threw his head back and started to laugh madly, his honing deep voice echoing through the vast chamber. Frieza couldn’t stand it and pushed his hands against his ears to block out the haunting sound. "STOP IT! I COMMAND YOU VEGETA! STOP IT!!! STOP IT!!!" But Vegeta just couldn’t even if he wanted to. This whole situation, his fate, even his whole life seemed nothing more than a big sadistic joke to him. He realized that he would not life to see another day, there was no chance the sadistic tyrant would let him live now he had openly humiliated him so deeply in front of his two henchmen. All he ever fought for was in vain; his hard training to increase his powerlevels, his endless scheming to bring Frieza to his fall, his life that he had thrown away by being constantly consumed by hatred and his hunger for revenge. But he didn’t care any longer. If this was the last night of his life, if this is how twisted fate had planned it for him to end, he would make sure that he would at least enjoy these last moments. Frieza could no longer stand Vegeta’s laughter, it tore holes in his soul and stuck daggers in his heart. He clenched his fists till his knuckles showed white and bit on his underlip. "I SAID STOP IT VEGETA!! STOP THIS IF YOU KNOW WHAT"S GOOD FOR YOU!!" But the laugher continued as a terrible reminder of his lover’s rejection for his feelings. Frieza seized Vegeta’s neck and started strangling him, he was be able to kill himin his blind fury. Tears stung in the tyrant’s eyes. "WHY Vegeta!? Why do you force me to do this to you!??? I’ve bared my soul to you! Does this mean NOTHING to you!!?? How can you reject me? ME?!! The most powerful being in the universe, the ruler of the galaxy?!! Where do you find the GUTS to reject me you worthless MONKEY!!" Vegeta’s laughter ceased as he started to suffocate under Frieza’s deadly embrace. His lungs burnt and he gasped for air. "Answer me Vegeta!!?? Why can’t you love me??!! I’ve raised you!! I took care of you!! I gave you the power to strike fear and destruction among your enemies!! All that you are now you owe it to me!! You are nothing without me!! Nothing!!" Vegeta’s eyes started to roll back in it sockets. His head felt light and his struggle to breathe weakened while his visions started to black out. "I HATE YOU VEGETA!! I hate you for not understanding me!! I hate you for hating me!! " Frieza’s presence started to fade, so were the room, the cold and the pain. Everything distanced from Vegeta’s very existence. He felt lost but at ease, like he was being wrapped into a weightless a cocoon. Nothing could ham him anymore. He eventually lost consciousness and his head sacked forward with his eyes still open. Frieza released him from his deadly grip and stared at his victim, in shock and convinced he had killed his beloved prince. With a trembling finger he touched his arm to sense his ki, and relief washed over him as he still could detect his life energy struggling to remain inside his body. Frieza sighed, his breath pushed out of his lungs in shocks, while his body trembled with emotions. "Z-Zarbon." "Yes master Frieza." The blue warrior had been observing the whole scene with increasing anger and concern about his master. He stepped towards him, wanted to comfort him, but didn’t dare to do so. He knew that his master had lied to him when he said that he felt nothing for Vegeta. His master loved the faul creature and this broke his heart, but what hurts him more is to see his love so painfully rejected. Fury flashed in his yellow eyes as he looked at Vegeta. That ungrateful worm!! How he loathed him for carelessly throwing away the very thing that he himself desired so much but couldn’t get… Frieza’s voice, sounding tired and beaten, stopped the unconscious stream of angry rambling in the young warrior’s mind. "I want you to take him my loyal servant. Vegeta is yours." Zarbon couldn’t believe his ears. "I-I beg you pardon sir, but did you say…" "Yes Zarbon! I said that I’m leaving Vegeta at your mercy! You can do whatever you like to do to him, as long as you keep him alive. You may humiliate him, you may rape him, and you may torture him till he’s hanging to life on no more then a thin thread, but DON’T YOU KILL HIM! If Vegeta loses his life in your hands, I will have you eliminated.." Frieza turned his head to face his young servant, his eyes were cold and soulless like that of a reptile. "You can let Dodoria join if you can tolerate him. Just remember what I’ve said about the killing. I won’t make any exceptions." With a mixture of hatred and sadness on his relentless face, the tyrant stared at his prince unconscious body. (Damm you Vegeta!! Damm you for forcing me to do this to you!! It could have been so perfect! If you’ve had submitted yourself to me, if only you had accepted my love, I would have given you anything! I would have shared my powers and the entire universe with you. You would have been revered by millions and only inferior to one. You’ve ruined it now!! You’ve ruined everything you stupid ignorant monkey that you are!! And now, I’ll have to discipline you. You have to suffer for my humiliation! I hope this will finally teach you to surrender to me…You must Vegeta….You must surrender. I don’t want to break you…I don’t want to seal your doom.) Frieza crouched down beside the fallen prince and gently, he laid his hand on his blooded chest. The cold tyrant transferred some of his energy, barely enough to sustain a ki blast, into Vegeta’s body. It would not be enough for the prince to withhold the horrors that lay installed for him, but it would be enough to keep him alive through his next ordeals. Frieza sighed as he gently caressed his reluctant lover’s face one last time. He then raise and walked away from him without looking back. "You two will have till dawn. By then, I want Vegeta broken and crawling before my feet." 2. Capsule Corp. Present day Vegeta was back in the capsule Corp’s guestroom, it was one of the many in the vast complex but this was the only one he had considered his own. He stood in front of the mirror Bulma had hung on the wall to allow him to what she called making himself presentable before he showed himself to the rest of the world. He personally didn’t give a rat’s ass about how these earthlings regarded him, but Bulma had always tried to open him up to their culture; a culture that includes combing your hair when you wake up in the morning, clipping your toenails when they are starting to make holes in your socks and cutting your noise hairs before they grow out of your nostrils in thick bushes. A smile appeared on his face as he thought of the time that Bulma had tried to brush down his spiky hair in an attempt to create a more acceptable hairdo. It took her the whole morning, two combs, one hairbrush and six cans of super-fix hair spray to tame his wild bush. Just as soon as she was finished, he carelessly stepped one foot outside into the rain and the whole thing jumped back into its original form. Bulma was outraged, he remembered her being flushed red with anger and her eyes shot daggers at him. However, the strange thing was that although she had been shouting and screaming, blaming him for ruining all of her efforts, the whole memory of that occasion struck him as being a pleasant one. It was that beautiful face of hers, those sky blue eyes and her bewitching smile that seemed to be burned into his memory. It was also her tenderness and her care, her very presence that made his life on this useless mud ball of a planet so much more bearable. Never had he known anyone-else besides his father that had truly loved him so unconditionally as she did and the very thought of her filled his numbed and cold heart with such warmth that it melted away the ice on the cold surface of his frozen emotions. He realized that it was her who made him live again, and that his heart would die if he lost her. But maybe… it’s better for her if he indeed lost her. It maybe better for them both… His hand slipped down the collar of his suit, with trembling fingers he searched for the scar that marked him for life. He found it, and he traced it path, following every bend and every turn, just like Bulma had done before. Memories, which he had so anxiously tried to bury in the deepest pits of his mind surfaced like swollen corpses on their watery graves. - I want you to remember this night Vegeta – He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his senses, but the disturbing memories kept flooding into his mind. -This scar will remind you of me for the rest of your life- Images of Frieza flashed before his eyes, causing cold shivers to run over his entire body while his breathing became loud and shallow. In his troubled mind, he could hear the cold tyrant’s voice speak to him from out of his tomb.. - I curse you – (I can’t stay with her! However much I want to keep her by my side, it’s just impossible! Not with all these nightmares haunting me…) - I curse you Vegeta – (I can’t tell her……..I just can’t tell her what happened to me. She doesn’t deserve a share of my demons! She is still so innocent and pure, I want to protect her from them…) - And you’ll stay alone for the rest of your miserable existence. Forever…- Vegeta opened his eyes and noticed that his cheeks were damp. He had cried and he felt as if a knife was stabbed into his frozen heart with the very thought of having to leave Capsule Corp. for good. |