| TITLE: The Prince & The Pauper AUTHORS: Serenitatis, Gokou-chan (she only helped with the beginning ^^), and of course, MARK TWAIN for the wonderful idea! CONTACT INFO: My e-mail: SerenitatisHime@yahoo.com, Gokou-chan’s e-mail: Gokou_chan81@hotmail.com DISCLAIMER: Nobody belongs to me, unfortunately. They belong to Akira Toriyama, and a few other people I don't know. RATING: NC-17 SPOILERS: Nothing. PAIRINGS: Vegita/Goku, Frieza/Turles, and any other sick pairing I can think of! ^_^ SUMMARY: I got sick and thus my mind got sicker. ^.^ Plus I was very bored. Imagine THAT combination if you will. Anyway here is the twisted byproduct. DISTRIBUTION: http://fanfiction.net anyone else, ask and you shall receive. FEEDBACK: What you smokin? Hell yeah!! *glares* You’d better! *ahem* ************ ~A nameless shrunken little old man (Crypty): Why hello there my pretties! (insert cackle) Today we will read the story of the curiously BI Prince and the certifiably GAY Pauper. It is a classic, hallowed for many centuries by the Huns, Mongols, and the Kami kazi pilots, required reading before missions. Every few decades a um get rid of the um I mean it seriously get rid of it ok now I’m mad. Ah just forget it. And now this fine tradition is being passed down to YOU! *points at screen bug eyed* Now listen up or face the consequences, a lifetime of William Shatner’s singing! *cackles evilly as lightning flashes behind him* He opens the book and starts reading from it.~ ~Fic Teaser/Prologue ~Nightmares It was a fine autumn night in the middle of the 16th century, the full moon shining down as two babies were brought into this world. Both were boys, and both were born in Tokyo, Japan. Aside from those facts, life couldn’t have been more different for the two. Turles was born into a poor family. Their possessions consisted of a two room hut across from a dojo that was run by a monk, and a pile of old clothes that they had salvaged from the streets. To them, a baby was just another unwelcome mouth to feed. Son Goku, on the other hand, was born in a palace to a family who was overjoyed at his birth, as was all of Japan. Goku was a prince, cared for by the great lords and ladies. Little Prince Goku slept through all the parties and bonfires held in his honor that night exhausted from the days activities. (Why you ask? Cuz he was a newborn infink! Of course he needs to sleep! Now shaddup and start reading!) ~Thirteen years later~ Offal Court was crowded and dirty as a lithe thirteen year old boy ran along the muddied sidewalk. He dodged several pedestrians as he ran almost as if his life depended on it. In a way, it did, as he knew when he reached his destination his father would punish him for not procuring more than the one zenair that he had. He turned into the alley where he lived. The small house, long since abandoned but for his family, had deteriorated years before. The walls were thin and sagging, the place barely fit to live. Rats played with the garbage left lying on the cracked floor as he entered where the door had once been. Instead of announcing his presence as an ordinary boy would, he crept silently through the darkened building. “Where do you think you’re going, boy?” A menacing voice broke out of the darkness. Turles froze in mid step. “F-father…” His eyes widened. The one person that he was trying to avoid was standing in front on him. “Answer me!” Frieza took a step forward, cornering him. “I… I was looking for you, father.” He stammered. “Where’s the shit from today’s work?” “He didn’t pay fully. I only got one Zenair.” He looked down as he handed the coin to his step-father. “This is it?!” He slapped the boy roughly. Turles remained silent, gazing at the floor. The elder slapped him again, then pressed himself against the boy and looked at him lustfully. “I suppose I could forgive you this once…” He ran a finger down the boy’s face, and across his mouth. Turles kept his gaze downward and tried not to shudder in disgust or pull away. He knew what would happen if he did so. This had happened to him so many times he had lost count. He knew better then to resist. He just wanted it over with as soon as possible. The Changeling grinned and pressed his groin against the boy roughly. Turles squeezed his eyes shut. “So pretty...” He leaned down and licked the boy’s neck. He placed a hand on his shoulder and slid the clothing off, exposing it to the air. Turles shivered slightly from the sudden change in temperature. The Ice-jin licked and nipped the boy’s neck. Turles repressed another shudder. He wished he was somewhere else other than there. Anywhere else. Frieza tore the boy’s shirt off and threw it down. His pants soon followed. Turles was violently shoved to the ground. He made no attempt to get up. He had long since given up hope of being rescued years ago. He knew better than to hope. The Changeling quickly removed his own clothes and discarded them without thought. He grasped the boy’s head and shoved his mouth onto his hardening member. “Suck.” Turles complied without protest. Frieza’s head tilted back and shut his eyes. He shoved his member deep into the boy’s mouth and throat. Turles willed himself not to gag. ‘I won’t give him the satisfaction…’ Frieza moaned as he came violently in Turles’ mouth. “Swallow.” Turles obeyed, thoroughly disgusted with himself for being the victim. Frieza removed his still hard arousal from his mouth. He grinned lustfully as he knelt down and threw the boy onto his hands and knees. Turles winced. He knew what would happen next. He gasped as he felt something cold and hard shoved into his entrance. He shut his eyes, forcing himself not to make a sound even though it hurt like hell. He wouldn’t give the bastard the satisfaction of hearing him make a sound. Frieza licked his lips as he plundered the boy repeatedly. “I want to hear you scream, boy…” Frieza whispered into Turles’ ear. The boy’s eyes widened, but he remained silent. Frieza frowned and drove into him harder still. He scratched the boy’s chest, drawing blood. Turles winced in pain. He wanted to scream so badly… No, no he wouldn’t. He had already screamed enough in the past. And given the monster more pleasure in doing so. He wouldn’t scream. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Fin… for now ^_^;; If it sucked [no pun intended o.o] lemme know without using the “b-word”, okies? ~Serenitatis~ |