Part 6- Truly Feeling An older looking man licking his stomach, his slightly grey hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Bony hands caressing his stomach. Vegeta screaming in pain when the man roughly enters him, ignoring the pleads of the prince, trying to make the man stop. Panting the man starts pounidng him, violently sliding in and out him. Eyeing the clock he fastens the pace, making sure to finish in time. With a moan the man comes inside Vegeta, biting the delicate skin in his neck. Then Vegeta is thrown aside like a piece of thrash, sobbing softly. From the corners of his eye he sees the man leave the room, giving a small pack of green money to Touda, who looks inside with an evil grin. Scared to death he realizes in horror three men swirling around him. One behind him, taking him like mad, sliding in and out in a violent way. When Vegeta franctically tries to get away strong hands hold him down, sharp nails digging in his back, scratching the soft skin. The two other men hurry the man to let them have a piece of him too. When the man behind refuses that, he is flipped on his back on the bed, lying on top of the strange man. Vegeta's eyes widen in utter horror when he sees a new man preparing himself to enter the already beaten body. Howling in pain, he clenches his eyes closed when the newcomer enters him too. So much pain.. His inner tissue tearing by the pressure of the two man fucking him as if their lives depend on it. Just when the saiyan prince believes things couldn't get any worse, he is almost gagged as the third man forces his erection in his mouth. He clasps a bit of Vegeta's ebony hair and start tugging it, making the ouji's head bob op en down. Groaning the men dig their sharp nails in Vegeta's back, holding him in place. Almost at the same time, the men taking him come inside him, howling at the sensation. Vegeta's muffled protests are barely audible as one of the men come inside his mouth, filling him with bittery seed. He has to swallow if he doesnt want to choke. The men laugh at the helpless heap of saiyan below them and turn to leave. Nausious he feels his stomach turn around, making him vomit on the floor. Groaning in pain and humiliation, the prince feels tears flow over his cheeks. Then he feels a sharp stinging pain on his back, small trails of blood sliding down his sides. Raising a hand in defense, for a stop in this torture on his body and soul, he sees Touda standing there with a long whip. Crackling it and making it land on the small back again he orders Vegeta to clean the mess up. New customers can arrive any moment. A cackling sound is clearly audible in the open door. Another man, asking Touda to borrow the whip and punish Vegeta. Waving a large pack of money, the man undoes himself of his clothing and is left alone with the prince and the blood stained whip. Comforting Goku holds the prince in his arms who is sobbing franctically. Ushering him to calm down, he strokes Vegeta's back, anger growing in his chest. What's happening? What made Vegeta so upset? The pain of the smaller pain so obvious that it killes Goku from inside, he can only guess what happened. The explanation of Touda making matters only worse. 'Ssh.. It's alright. It's alright.' Goku kept repeating himself, desperate to calm Vegeta down. 'It can't.. No!!' Vegeta's head snapped back in agony as a new array of images flooded his mind. Flashes of men in leather, glaring at him from underneath their long hair. He recognised a familiar face between them, familiar, but in no way welcomed. A young man with soft long red hair slid up his chest, raising his arms to attach something to his wrist. Gaping up at him, Vegeta recognised him as Touda. Touda instantly took advantage of the surprised prince, forcing his tongue deep inside his mouth. Snapping of a whip, some shouting. He heard Touda groan in agony and saw him look back, growling at the last three large men standing around them. Glaring he saw Touda flinch and back off, leaving the man with the whip to let the leather appendage crackle over Vegeta's skin, ripping a small bit open. Screaming in pain he tried to get away, only to find himself unable to move. Thrashing about he looked at what was obstructing him from getting the hell out of this place. Four strong metal cuffs held him in place against a small iron fence, they were just not tight enough to bruise his skin. A new man suddenly appeared behind him, taking one of the cuffs of and bended Vegeta's body in an annatural twist. Vegeta's panted at the strong strain on his spine and felt relieved when another man took the cuff from his leg to and tied him up again, so that he was with his back to the small group. The relieve only lasted for a second when he felt the stinging pain of the whip on his back again. He couldn't see the men behind him but heard them laugh evily. His eyes opened wide in utter terror as he felt rough cloved hands slide down his back. With brute force the one behind him entered him without a warning. He felt the tissue inside him almost tear by the violence. Shocked, eyes wide open, he stared up to the ceiling, praying somebody would end this torture on him. Why didn't they just kill him.. Screaming out his agony, he was lost in his memories. The raging torrent of pushed away memories came rushing back on him, crushing every bit of pride he had ever had. He had never expected something like this to have happened to him. Never. How could he be so naieve at all? How could he ever accepted a drink from a stranger? How could he be so defenseless, even if he had been fully aware every time he was offered a drink? How on earth did he never doubt the headaches and the burning wounds on his back? Why did he never question them? How could he have been so stupid, relying on his own power. Hn, how that power proved useless now.. He wanted to escape the pain, running through his veins so heavily now. To forget everything, to stop the raging torrent torturing him this much. He wanted to take the whole bag of pills and forget bout everything for the rest of his life. Even if that meant that he would never wake up again. Even it meant that he would never see his son and daughter ever again, or even, even Kakarot. He even desired that last bit. His pride was already damaged by having lost to him, but becoming a super saiyan and fight by his side had given him a bit back. Enough to keep on living and bear having a more powerfull saiyan around him. he had accepted that fact over the years and gradually started forgetting it, or rather, pushing it away. Now that he was so humiliated, battered, nothing was left of it. The pain was simply too much for the proud saiyan prince. It had taken him year to accept Kakarot around him. But this.. this was something nobody would accept. Nobody would ever be able to stand something so disgusting as him. Realizing this, he snapped his head open and instantly found the bag with green pills. His arms shot out to grab it, swallow every single pill inside it, giving him peace. It would mean he was a coward, running away from something as simple as mere memories. An instant later he decided that being a coward was nothing compared to what kind of thing had happened to him, even for a saiyan prince. The black nothing awaiting him after swallowing the pills would give him peace at last, maybe even killing him, like he wanted so many times on those fatal nights. Goku saw in horror how Vegeta desperately tried to grab the pills, a determined look in his eyes. Why would he want those things for? Hadn't caused him enough trouble already? He grabbed Vegeta's wrist, only to get a furious look lunged at him. Vegeta growled deep in his throat, like a threatened tiger. Shocked Goku looked into those black eyes. They seemed to radiate utter pain and humiliation. The prince possively tried to reach out and get to the pills first, snarling at the only one ever to be able to stop him. The only one who he could never face again. Never. With a loud snarl Vegeta threw away Goku's arm and slammed his fist in his face, causing him to slide back several feet. Rubbing his cheek he watched as the fuming prince sat there on his knees, shaking in pure fury. 'Get away from me Kakarot.' Vegeta said in a strange calm voice. Slowly the prince reached for the pills and took the bag in his hand. Licking his lips he looked at them, tears shining in his eyes. He smiled, a sad, lonely smile. Goku looked at the prince, rubbing his cheek from the heavy impact. 'I'm sorry Kakarot..' Goku's eyes widened, what was he talking about? He never said anything like this, it wasnt like him. Than again, the way he looked, the calm soft voice.. It wasn't like Vegeta at all. He was like a lost child. What was this about. 'I'm sorry for ever bothering you. For being around you, for being a pest to you, nothing but a pain.' 'Vegeta? What are you talking about?' 'Hn..' Vegeta smiled. 'I'll see you around the galaxy one day.' 'What? Vegeta, what do you mean? I don't understand it..' Instead of answering Goku, Vegeta simply stood there, in all the splendour that was the saiyan prince. A grey veil around him as he stared at Goku, pleading almost. Slowly small trails of tears flowed down his cheek. Grinning, he held up the small bag as if he was saying cheers. Goku's heart froze that instant. He was going to take them all, all of the pills left behind. Even though he wasn't a medical genius, but considering what one of those pills did, what kind of effect would taking them all have? Realizing the outcome, he knew what Vegeta had been talking about. He didn't know what had caused the prince to act so drastic, but he wasn't going to kill himself with those things? Was he? Then the last sentence came rushing back to his mind. He was. He was going to get away from whatever was bothering him. He was really determined to kill himself with those cursed pills. Panic clutched Goku. He couldn't! He simply couldn't kill himself! 'Vegeta! Please.. Don't do anything rush..' 'It won't work Kakarot. Please leave. Let me do this.' 'Vegeta no! You can't!' 'Hn.. Why not? It'll be the last thing to decide for myself. Please grant me that much, leave me with the last bit of pride I still have left in me.' 'What are you talking about? Don't do it!' 'Strange ne Kakarot? That the proud saiyan prince would end this way.' 'Stop talking like that..' 'Who would ever know that I would lose my pride to you, by defeating me. To loose everything I had to a third-class soldier.' He smiled as an unusual thought to him crossed his mind. He looked up to see Goku sitting on his knees, fear obvious shining in his eyes. Those black deep endless pools of happiness. Of purity. 'Even my heart..' He softly whispered, barely audible. If it wasn't for Goku's sharp hearing, he would have never even know the prince had said something. 'I'll see you later Goku.' 'No!' Vegeta opened the bag and raised his arm to pour the whole content down his throat, finally releasing him from the agony. Glad he was granted one last look at the black eyes from the only one he had really cared for since Bulma had died. A flash of their dance passed his head passed his mind, at last he would go with a thought of pure bliss. Back