Warnings: OOC, implied rape, violence, implied lemon, A/U, yaoi and fucked up ages...
Pairings: GokuxVegeta, FreizaxVegeta
Disclaimer: Hehe, if I actually owned it, I'd make all my crazy little ideas apart of the show... if you hadn't guessed,
No, I don't own it...
Gaz san: Well, well, well... here we are, you, me and my first DBZ fanfiction, interesting stuff, hopefully it won't be
too shit. I'll try my best not to disgrace the much beloved GokuxVegeta pairing...
Anyways, I know doesn't allow NC-17s,
so therefore you people are lucky you don't have to suffer through my shitty attempt at a lemon or a rape, but... if anyone
wants to type one up for me, i'll post it on some website that allows it... if you wanna of course...
One more thing. This fic is set during the Saiyan Saga, then moves on to the Namek Saga. Please note that I haven't watched
these particular sagas since they first came out in Australia, all those years ago. Therefore I don't remember any words spoken,
only stuff I've picked up from other fanfictions, so the things they say will be different and so will the fights most likely...
Please forgive me...
" words" speaking normally.
words speaking telepathically.
Enough of me!! Let us begin cracks knuckles
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My Guardian, chapter 2
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I was surrounded in black again, but not the type I woke up before. This type wasn't comforting, this black was cold, lonely
and dangerously calm. I was half expecting something to jump out and attack, although my brain tried to ask how that could
be done when I'm dead, I ignored it. Too my immediant right, two glittering lights appear, I panicked, I was positive that
they were hungry animal eyes. Once again, my smart ass brain pointed out that I was dead, and even if I wasn't, I could still
defeat it. But then, more appeared, ranging in size and distance and I reconized them as stars, I was surrounded in them.
I had a feeling that I was in deep space.
Then it occured to me that I was alone, that this was not the shed where King Kai gave me the questionably safe substance
and everything went all, for lack of a better word, trippy.
"King Kai?" I called out, feeling like a bit of an idiot.
"Yes Goku, I'm here." I quickly spun to my left and saw him there, floating next to me.
"Where is this boy that I'm suppose to look after? Can he survive in space?" Meeting someone like that would be so cool!
He chuckled a little, then shook his head, "no, your charge is down in there." I caught sight of a huge ship, bigger then
the one from Star Trek. How do I keep missing these things?
We started our decent into the ship, going straight through the thick wall! We stopped in a hall, it was long and narrow.
The colour was greyish white which gave me the feeling of a hospital, I shivered at the thought of the torture devices in
a normal Earth hospital. We 'landed' and walked down the corridor, strange alien creatures walked past us in no real hurry.
Purple with horns, blue with tenticles, yellow with horns and tenticles. Whoa, that one only has one eye. I had to wonder
what my kid looked like, although I tried to tell myself that looks don't really matter, I still hoped for someone that looked
A LITTLE normal.
We came to a halt outside a door. There was nothing special about this door, it reached from the floor to a few inches
below the ceiliing, no door handle, so I'd say it was a swishy door, also giving the occupant an insercure feeling and little
to no privicy. Once again passing through the door-wall, I spotted a man, I'd say about 18 or 19, sitting on the bed, his
head in his hands, covering his eyes. Although he was sitting down, I could tell he was about a head shorter than me, he had
muscles, but they were more compact, making him look quite skinny, he wore a full body, dark blue spandex suit with long sleeves
and white gloves. His posture screamed pride, defiance and arrogance. Two things really struck me, his tall, black flame hair,
and the dark brown tail resting behind him. So much like my own, Gohan's and even Raditzu's, I couldn't help but wonder if
he was apart of the same race as us.
"Yes, he is a Saiyan, like you and your brother," it was like he read my mind, "infact, he is Vegeta, the prince of Saiyans,
he is the one you'll be looking after."
My jaw must've slammed pretty hard into the floor because I couldn't seem to get it back up. A prince? A PRINCE?! The Saiyan
no Ouji needs help?! Geez! What with? Choosing how to spend the royal budget or help him write a speech to address the masses
next week?! If this was their idea of suffering then I have to wonder what do they class me and Chichi as?
"I know what you're thinking Goku. This boy is a prince in title only, he was taken from his home planet when he was 5
years old, around the same time you met Bulma and started your dragonball hunt. This ship is owned by a vicious tyrant named
Freiza, who rules quite a few galaxys and single planets. He runs something called the Planet Trade, what that means is that
he sends warriors to planets, wipes out the dominate race and any other threat on that planet, and when they return, Frieza
sells the planet to the highest bidder. Disobedience is not an option around here if you want to survive, that is something
the prince found out very quickly."
"Vegeta's life has always been very hard. He is rebellious by nature and that doesn't sit well with Freiza, so he is always
getting punished. But the other day, he found out that one of the only two people he could trust died on a mission. The man
was the closes thing Vegeta ever had to a brother, and the one that is left, Nappa, is like his father, he considered them
family. Saiyans aren't much liked on this ship, and they will use his 'brother's' death against him. He is going to be pushed
to his absoulute limits and he'll need someone who will constantly be with him."
I took another look at the person on the bed. Suddenly, he didn't seem so calm or regal. His shoulders held the slightest
of shakes and his hands were rubbing his eyes slightly. I got a vision of just a scared little boy, trapped in a world where
nothing makes sense and everything is out to get him.
Behind us, the door 'swished' open and in stepped a huge, bulking man, about three heads taller than Vegeta (not including
the hair). The man himself was hairless, apart from a thin moustache on his upper lip and thick eyebrows. He saw through King
Kai and I to the prince and approached him. He stood before Vegeta for an uncomfortable moment and then laid a tender hand
on his shoulder. With a quiet nod from the prince, he was hoisted into thick, brawny, muscular arms and held tightly, the
smaller's head burying into the shoulder in front of him and arms wrapping around the thick neck. I couldn't help but mentally
frame this picture, they were both strong fighters, that was for sure, and to see them both being so intimate and dependent
on one another really warmed my heart.
Moments passed until Vegeta squirmed slightly, an obvious indication to be let down, and the man, whom I could only presume
to be Nappa, complied without a word. Another moment went before the air suddenly turned from mourning and comfort to business
with an underlining of fear and tension.
"Vegeta," Napa said in the deepest voice I think I've ever heard, "Lord Freiza wishes to speak to you, immediantly." The
only emotion I could pick out in his voice was regret.
"I see, he must want the report from our lastest mission." That was a lie if I ever heard one, but it was well hidden behind
a stotic face and stoney features.
Napa seemed to see through the act as well, but said nothing about it, "of course my prince, I'll have food prepared for
you for when you 'return'." It was kind of like watching actors in a movie, you couldn't help but wonder how long they had
been practicing to get this good, actually, I didn't really want to know.
As Vegeta straightened out his attire for this 'Freiza' guy, King Kai turned to me, with a hint of pity in his features.
"He is going to need help in the meeting with his 'Lord', so you go with him, never leave his side. I have to go but if you
have any questions, picture me in your mind and call out my name, I'll answer as best I can." And with that, he slowly faded
away leaving me alone to do my work, whatever that was.
With a nod of farewell to Nappa, we made our way down the many confusing, halls. Eventually, we got to a hall that just
screamed evil and madness, with no other doors except one, down the very end. Beside me, Vegeta shuddered, took a deep breath
and walked towards the door as if his feet were made of lead. I found myself itching to 'grab' him and scream at him not to
go, to just run back to Nappa and stay there, but then I remembered what King Kai told me about this Freiza guy, surely he
would get ten times worse if he were to run away. I just had to steady myself and go with it.
We got to the door all too quickly, and with another deep sigh, Vegeta knocked, just once and very loudly to annouce his
presence, but you could tell he was hoping the tyrant had to go somewhere suddenly. No such luck, as a feminine voice purred
out to him, "Come in Vegeta."
We entered the room, which was about twice the size of Vegeta's, it also seemed to be a throne room of a sort. Perched
on the throne was whom I presumed to be Freiza, he was a strange combination of horns, pink and purple with menacing red eyes
and a very womanish voice. The smirk he wore spoke of unimaginable tortures he had cast upon others, and what he intended
to do to Vegeta. Just seeing that grin made me want to run, and I felt a little selfish for being thankful that he couldn't
see me.
"Tell me Vegeta," the silky tone cut through my thoughts, "what do you think went wrong on your last mission?"
I could almost hear Vegeta's thoughts run around in panic in his head, looking for the answer. Unfortunately, Freiza quickly
lost his patience.
His long thick tail crashed into the side of Vegeta's head and sent him to the ground, the smirk was gone from his face.
"I'll tell you what went wrong you stupid monkey!" He sneered, "You and that other block head blew up the planet! The planet
had good technology and a vast amount of iron ore, and you two went and blew it up, and worst yet I'm still waiting for your
excuse for it!" If I could actually see his ears, I'm sure there'd be smoke coming out.
"We saw fit to blow up the planet as a majority of the inhabitents had been pre-warned of an attack and had escaped already.
We were only aware of your want of their technology, so we took as much as we could and disposed of what was left." I could
see him cringe, expecting another attack from his new position of kneeling infront of the bastard. The face quickley re-grew
the grin as he knelt down and cupped Vegeta's chin, forcing him to face him.
"I suppose you were a little misinformed. But, after so many years of serving me, I would've thought you'd know my expectations
like the back of your hand, or mine..." The hand swung with brutal force and sent Vegeta's head to the ground with a sickening
crunch. Freiza quickly took advantage of the stars in the prince's vision and straddled his thighs.
The silky voice dropped to a deadly whisper, "... you should know well enough NOT to presume anything of me, except which
position I want you in..."
Vegeta's dazed eyes snapped into focus at the last sentence and he began to struggle. His flying fists did nothing but
amuse the tyrant slightly, until he grabbed both wrists in one hand and slammed them onto the floor with more crushing force
then his head, as several small snapping sounds abruptly halted any protests.
The fiend's fingers suddenly turned into claws and he raked both hands down the front of Vegeta's body suit, creating deep
gouges and drawing out small whimpers from the man underneath. The ouji struggled fruitlessly against his attacker, looking
a lot like a frightened zebra that had just been taken down by a lion. A fierce blow to his stomach winded him, giving the
monster enough time to remove the ribbons of material that once covered the small body. My stomach churned in disgust at what
was happening, I almost felt like sobbing with knowing that I couldn't do a thing to stop or help. When Vegeta was turned
on his stomach, I had enough and did the only thing I actually could do; I reached out to him.
Vegeta! I almost screamed at him. His onyx eyes snapped open and darted around the room, looking for me.
No, you can't see me, just talk through your mind. The arouma from this horrific deed was so thick I could almost see it
in the air. Unconciously, my hand started stroking Vegeta's head, as if he could feel it.
I-I c-can't-t he stopped and let out a silent scream, I could feel it rock the ship to it's foundations.
Yes you can! Just focus on my voice. Don't think about anything else except what I'm saying I vaguely wondered where all
these words were coming from, surely no where in my mind.
W-who his eyes still scanned the room, searching for me.
I'll tell you later. But right now, think about your home planet. Tell me about your favourite food, your favourite place,
the sights, the smells, anything!
A few tense seconds later, his eyes finally shut and I felt his mind drift into pleasent memories, I almost smiled, until
Freiza screamed his release to the stars while clawing up the back of Vegeta's thighs. With a grunt of statisfaction, he climbed
of Vegeta's unmoving body and looked distastefully at all the blood surrounding them both, as if Vegeta just decided to come
into the room and bleed everywhere.
I removed my hand from the spikey mass of hair when I felt his brain sink into unconciousness and stare at it, bringing
the other one up almost as if to compair them. Never in my life had these hands ever failed me; whether it was launching a
devastating Kamehameha wave or cradling my son just months after he was born. These hands held strength and power that protected
my friends and family, hell, even total strangers time and time again, but the ONE time I failed, the one time these appendages
were completely useless to me was for the limp figure being carted away from the room. Who knows what kind of damage, both
physical and mental, he could've sustained from this, and I couldn't do a thing. The thing that really tore me up was that
this man- no, this boy, of whom had barely reached maturity had obviously had this happen to him before.
My mind couldn't help but picture a grown up Gohan is this position.
I followed along numbly behind a 'pretty boy' with long, braided, green hair and pale blue skin, of whom was carrying Vegeta
down indentical white-washed halls towards what I hoped to be a medical centre or something similar, but, judging by the cruelty
I have just seen, I wouldn't be surprised if he was just being returned to his room. To my great relief, we came to a room
that was- if it was even possible- more sterile than the rest of the ship, with humanoids in white coats with clipboards and
small tanks lined the wall to my left. Not a word was spoken, Vegeta was- for lack of a better word- dumped on a steel table,
while the man who carried him left, muttering about getting the blood out of his hair.
They very briefly examined him, writing notes in an alien language and set him up in an unoccupied tank, which almost instantly
filled with liquid. The doctor walked away shaking his head, obviously Vegeta came here a lot.
I felt my stomach churn and bile rise up in my throat as the impact of the 'event' finally hit me. I had just witnessed
the most vile act of sadism I could ever think of. The bastard alien tyrant needed to be shot! Several times! Why? WHY?! Why
couldn't Vegeta fight back?! Why am I even here?! Why couldn't I just have died and haunt some mansion or something?! Why
am I always the one stuck cleaning up everyone's shit after they leave?!
My eye caught the tiniest of twiches from the prince's body. No, that wasn't fair, it wasn't his fault, he wasn't responsible
for the crimes against him. He was barely an adult, where were his parents? Surely they would've searched for him, especially
if he was a prince, but, what if- my blood boiled at the thought of his parents handing him over to this madness.
My eyes unconciously swept his body, absently noting skin repairing itself at a much slower rate then a senzu would.
This kid needed help and support, that was true, but how could I be either? After living in relative peace all my life
and having fun with friends, how could I possibley offer any advice to something I'd only ever (rarely) heard on the news?
Could I actually help him when the time called for it?
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