This DragonballZ fic has violent, non-consentual sex between two males of very different ages (pedophilia). There are also references to incest. Feel free to flame me at my_sex_toy_vegeta69@hotmail.com (positive comments are also welcome ^_~).
WHY did i write this fic??? I'm simply accounting for why Vegeta's such an asshole. Don't get me wrong, I have NOTHING against Vegeta, he's my favourite character, but he IS an asshole.
summary: King Vegeta has just died at the hands of Frieza but Prince Vegeta's life can still sink to a brand new low. The poor boy looses any innocence he still had. Well, enjoy ^_~
Young Vegeta sat in the damp dark room in the bowels of Frieza's ship. He heard the treatcherous sounds of battle that waged outside. He knew his father would be allright, he always was. A ghostly shiver shot up his spine and he trembled as he felt a breeze ... or rather a passing presence. The sounds of the battle ceased abruptly and were replaced by a deafening silence, violent as a storm.
Vegeta grinned. "The fight is over," he stated. "Father will doubtless come for me soon." He waited for hours. No one came and he sat in the dark room, zapping the occationnal rodent. He reminded himself of the sheer size of the ship, and that it may take a while forhis father to find him, but he WOULD find him. The hours ticked away. He began to hear voices from down the hall ... laughing, talking others sounded worried but none sounded like his father. One voice stood out against the others, probably dude to proximity.
"Well you got 'em good sire," it commended with an underlying chuckle. "And thank you, sire, for this favour," said the voice as the door opened revealing to whom it belonged, "it's greatly appreciated. Goodday sire." The doors closed behind a tall man, kind faced, crowned with long green hair tied back in a long braid and with soft pale blue skin. He was dressed sharply (obviously high ranking). His outfit, which consisted of typical Saiya-jin armour, blue knee highs and similar pink things for his arms, was accented by carefully placed jewlery, namely a tiarra and matching earrings. He stared down at Vegeta through deep orange - almost red - eyes. The price of the Saiya-jins was suddenly overcome with fear but showed a brave front.
"Hello Prince Vegeta," greeted the stranger. "My name is Zarbon, and ... "
"Where's my father?" interrupted Vegeta, his voice quakeing. Zarbon was NOT a Saiya-jin. Wouldn't one of his own kind have collected him had his father won? Zarbon sat down on the small bench the miniscule room offered and smiled slyly. He motionned to his lap.
"Come Vegeta, sit down." Vegeta gave a questionning look, but reluctantly complied. "There was an accident. Your father died bravely in battle." As he spoke, Zarbon rubbed Vegeta's inner thigh compassionately. Vegeta couldn't believe what he was hearing. His face went a ghastly pale and his breathing became laboured and erratic. He tried to hold back tears which welled up in his eyes, but a few broke his barrier and clung like tiny crystals to his eyelashes.
"Zarbon," began Vegeta, "was father fighting against you?" The soft featured man smiled down at Vegeta affectionnately.
"Of course not!" was the reply as the rubbing of Vegeta's inner thigh intensified and inched closer to his crotch. "He fought bravely along side me." He leaned over and kissed Vegeta's cheek. Vegeta, feeling uncomfortable at the display of affection conveyed by the stranger, motionned to get off Zarbon's lap. But the hand massaging his inner thigh violently held him down, the grip hard as a rock. Vegeta panicked and struck Zarbon with a tiny ki blast. Zarbon didn't flinch. Instead he moved his hand over a little and gripped Vegeta's genitals, gently massaging them. Vegeta was panic stricken.
"Let me go!" he begged more than demanded. With a lightning fast motion, Zarbon broke Vegeta's tail in one skillful move. Vegeta lay limp in Zarbon's arms and gasped in pain, but was now weak as a kitten.
"Shhh," came Zarbon's soft reply, "No talking." Despite the pain, Vegeta noticed the bulge between Zarbon's legs digging into his ass through their clothing. He felt sick with dread. The unwelcomed hand slipped under Vegeta's pants and played with the young prince's balls. Vegeta, realising the futility of resisting, simply tried to block out Zarbon's actions from his mind, but he couldn't. The hand tickled his balls and removed his pants while Zarbon's arousal pressed up against Vegeta's ass and he began to kiss and nibble the boy's neck, his breath hot to the skin.
Zarbon broke the contact and placed the little prince on the bench as he stood in front of him and stripped Vegeta bare. The still innocent prince stood on the bench forming an involuntary erection. Zarbon chuckled and bent on one knee before the boy, brushing his hands on the child's chest. He brought his head to Vegeta's arousal and, clenching his buttocks for grip, began licking it. Tears began to run down Vegeta's face.
"Please stop," he begged, but Zarbon continued undaunted. He traced intricate designs with his tongue around the head, then took Vegeta's length into his mouth. He sucked hard, making Vegeta wince in pain. The man slowly pulled back, brushing his teeth against the departing rod and leaving the throbbing young arousal glistening with saliva.
"Remove my pants," Zarbon instructed the child. The humbled Vegeta mournfully complied. The man's arousal sprung free. "Hold it," Zarbon instructed. The prince grasped the ten and a half inches. "Play with it." Almost audibly crying, Vegeta began to yank on the rod and lick the tip, running his tongue over the slit. His father would have Vegeta play such games with him, but it was never like this. Zarbon moaned in pleasure and thrust his length into the small warrior's mouth, forcing him against the wall. He continued thrusting until Vegeta thought he'd loose conciousness. As if sensing this, the onslaught ceased and the young Saiya-jin wiped pre-cum from his lips.
Zarbon grabbed Vegeta by his broken tail and tossed him to the centre of the room like a little ragdoll. The boy choked back a scream. "Get on your hands and knees and spread your legs far apart," ordered Zarbon. He tried, but, weakened by the pain in his tail, he collapsed in a heap.
"Now!" demanded Zarbon, maintaining his soothing voice and kicked Vegeta in the genitals. Vegeta almost vomited from the pain, but resumed the position and held it on trembling hands and knees, not knowing what to expect. His father had never done this. Zarbon went around to his rear and grabbed his arousal with such force that blood mixed with the pre-cum at the boy's tip. The small prince felt something hard but fleshy rubbing against his ass. Vegeta screamed then gave away to loud sobbing as Zarbon's ten and a half inches were rammed repeatedly into his now bleeding anus. Each time the man thrust in, his grip on Vegeta's sex tightened as he yaked the child closer so he could sink in deeper. A trickle of blood dripped from Vegeta's anus as Zarbon's hips came into bruising contact with The prince's ass. Zarbon simply smiled as he heard the pleading sobs of the young boy's virgin ass. Zarbon increased the speed and urgency of his thrusts as he neared his orgasm. With a mighty roar, he released his seed into the screaming boy. He loosened his grip on Vegeta's sex and the boy came as well, spilling into the puddle of tears, sweat and blood before falling into it himself as Zarbon removed his length from him. Vegeta's cheeks were red and swolen from tears and his voice hoarse from screaming. He'd not an ounce of strength left in his small body and fell asleep in the pool of fluids the two had made. Zarbon retrieved his pants and, after donning them, headed for the door. He looked back at the unconcious figure sprwaled out on the floor, looking so violated. The man felt intense satisfaction deep within himself.
"That would have killed a normal boy," he stated. "You will doubtless be a favourite of master Frieza." With that he turned back around and left Vegeta to dream of his father and the gentler caresses he used bestow upon him, for it would never be that way again.