Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sympathy For The Devil ❯ A New Saiyajin no Ou ( Chapter 7 )

Sympathy For The Devil

Warnings: Hot monkey loving! Violence, mentions of rape, torturing poor Kakarrotto and loving every bloody moment of it! *evil smirk*

Author's Notes: *glomps Raven and refuses to let go*

A New Saiyajin no Ou:

Vejitasei.

He had been born here. He had been sent away because of weakness. Kakarrotto gazed at the red planet as they descended from the heavens to land on the docking bay, just strides away from the castle grounds. He wanted to hate it. He wanted to call it hideous, and he wanted to say that he wanted to return to Chikyuu, to his friends and his peaceful little life.

It was beautiful.

It left him breathless.

The planet was morbidly dark, but it fit Kakarrotto's mood. It was night and everything looked so peaceful. The moon shone brightly down on the planet, adding shadows to shadows until the world seemed black. Stars were hidden from those on the planet, covered by the thick redness of the atmosphere. Kakarrotto stared through the large orb in the control room with his prince, his brother, and the bodyguard. Furiza was no where to be found, and for this, Kakarrotto was grateful. It had been only a few days since… since the… crime had been committed, and as of yet he had to lay eyes on the insane Icejin.

None but Vejita and Zarbon knew. Kakarrotto wanted to keep it that way.

"Welcome home, little brother," Raditzu whispered at his side, black eyes twinkling, a smile on his lips. His tail swung behind him happily. Raditzu seemed relaxed, at peace with the universe. His arm was throne around Kakarrotto's shoulder's, holding him close in a warm comforting embrace. Kakarrotto sighed, eyes watching the planet as it came closer with each second. Home… his real home….

"Silence, Raditzu," came a hateful snarl from Vejita. Both brothers turned, eyes wide at Vejita. The royal Saiyajin glared at them, eyes narrowed and brows twitching with obvious irritation. His hands were fisted so tightly that his knuckles were white. Kakarrotto wondered briefly why the prince wasn't wearing his gloves. "You are NOT to give the brat false hopes," the Saiyajin snarled, voice barely above a whisper. Kakarrotto frowned softly, tugging away from his brother's embrace. Vejita was right. Vejita, it seemed, would always be right. A comforting touch from his brother, a home… it would do nothing but offer him pain, because those things could be taken away from him.

"Vejita-sama, don't you think you're being a bit hard on the kid?" Raditzu muttered angrily. An enraged and disbelieving glare was earned as Vejita stalked across the room and slugged Raditzu. The longhaired Saiyajin flew across the room, landing against a wall with a loud thud just as the electronic doors slid open.

Zarbon…

Kakarrotto growled, stalking backwards towards his brother, as if Raditzu was in danger of the green-haired changeling. Zarbon's soft gaze fell on Kakarrotto for a brief moment, silently offering peace between them, before he turned to Vejita. "Something has happened to Tochok Ou. Furiza wants you to go and figure out what, monkey. You're to report back here in an hour."

Vejita sighed and ran a hand through his upswept hair. "Great. Now I'm a detective?"

The changeling scowled. "Kakarrotto's accompanying you."

~*~

His eyes were everywhere as they walked down the hall, but every few seconds they returned to Vejita. The prince was stiff and angry. His tail thrashed through the air, cutting the silence with sharp whistles and snaps of the appendage. The gloves had returned to his hands. Fists were clenched.

Vejita and Kakarrotto walked in silence down the corridors of the castle. It was in turmoil, and the ex-prince was not pleased at all. Paintings of the royal line had been ripped off the walls and torn to shreds or set afire. Bodies lay around the floor, many of them mutilated. Flesh was rotting, leaving a scent in the air that made Kakarrotto want to heave. He didn't speak, didn't ask Vejita what had happened. It was obvious that the elder Saiyajin didn't know, and likely that he didn't want to know. Kakarrotto remained close to Vejita, just a single step behind him, eyes wondering over the mayhem.

This… this was Vejitasei?

This was not beautiful. This was not peaceful.

This was Hell.

Vejita turned sharply as another corridor branched off from their path. Kakarrotto rushed after him, afraid for Vejita as well as for himself. He didn't want to get lost in this chaotic place. Kakarrotto slowed down as Vejita paused in front of a large open doorway, staring through to something on the inside. "Damn," he muttered before stalking forward. Cautiously, keeping an eye on anything that might lay behind them, Kakarrotto followed. More bodies coated the floors. The scent of blood was strong in here, stronger than anywhere else. It forced the younger Saiyajin to halt, breath coming raggedly.

Turning, Vejita glared at him. "The scents or sights are no different than anywhere else. Gather your balls and move, boy!"

Kakarrotto shook his head, stumbling back. "No… it… it's… it's more…." He couldn't find logical words. Black eyes studied him carefully before Vejita's gaze once again roamed over the wasteland, staring at the large throne upon a dais, gazing at the cracks in the walls. "Your blood…" he muttered to himself before he gasped, turning towards Kakarrotto. "Turles! SHIT!" he snarled, rushing out of the room. Kakarrotto swallowed, frozen against the door, staring at the valley of dead.

He couldn't move.

~*~

"He's speaking to himself again, Zarbon," came a quiet whisper. The changeling continued to stare at the castle, wondering where Vejita was, what he was seeing, what he was doing. The voice belonged to a distraught Raditzu, Zarbon knew, and as always Nappa would be behind the warrior, ready to die for the longhaired monkey. "Has he asked for me?" he questioned.

"Yes. I believe his ranting concerns my brother." Raditzu stepped forward in front of Zarbon, his eyes narrowed with a protectiveness that only a Saiyajin could possess. Raditzu had known Kakarrotto for such a short period of time, and yet they were as close as any other brothers on this cursed planet. "If you harm…."

"I have no intentions of doing anything to your brother," Zarbon muttered absently, moving past the tailed warrior. Nappa glared at him as he passed by, but said nothing. In fearful silence, the changeling ran a hand down the length of his braid, drawing it over his shoulder and loosening the binding that was wrapped around the end. Furiza liked him to have the strand loose, so the braid was easily undone. He tugged at his scant clothing, making sure everything was in its proper place and snug against his body. The last time it had not been, he had stridden around the ship nude for an entire week, shivering in the coldness of space.

"Furiza-sama?" he said aloud, moving into the bedroom as the door slid open. Furiza stood against the corner of the room, hands pressed against the wall as if he were trapped in a small box. His long white tail was circled around his waist, drawn up over his shoulder and around his neck. Furiza was certainly exhausted. The Icejin had been in his top form for far too long. The excess use of energy was wearing him down, making his madness worse. "I see them, I tell you!" Furiza exclaimed, striking the wall with his fist. It cracked beneath the blow. "See them in all their schemes, trying to outsmart me… no! NO! You hear me! I SAY NO!" The Icejin shrieked, the high pitch of his voice causing Zarbon to wince and clutch his ears to block out the noise. The room around them trembled as Furiza's power became tangible. Zarbon stumbled backwards, prepared to flee, but as he reached the door it died off and an exhausted Furiza collapsed on the floor, curling into a small ball, knees against his chest, tail wrapped around his body.

"Furiza-sama…" Zarbon whispered worriedly, walking over and kneeling down beside the Icejin. Furiza's lidded black eyes gazed up at him, tears falling down his cheeks. "He can't do it…. The Saiyajin are mine, Zarbon! MINE! They… they belong to me. Belong to me… my pretty little monkeys…."

"Of course, Furiza-sama," Zarbon nodded, stroking the Icejin's arms. Furiza was on the verge of unconsciousness. "Kakarrotto…" Furiza laughed softly, arms wrapping around his torso. "Kakarrotto… Saiyajin… Saiyajin no Ou."

Zarbon's eyes grew wide, but Furiza's eyes were already closed.

~*~

"Tochok is dead?" Nappa exclaimed in disbelief.

"Hai! Where's Furiza?" Vejita snarled, stalking past the two warriors and into the ship. He was halted by Raditzu's hand on his arm, black eyes imploring. "Where's Kakarrotto?"

Vejita blinked and spun around. "Damn that child," he snarled. "He was right behind me. Raditzu, go, get the boy. Nappa, stay here and wait for me. We've got bigger problems than a dead Tochok." Vejita ripped himself from Raditzu's grasp and rushed down the maze-like corridors towards Furiza's chambers. He was halted, however, as Zarbon stepped out and paused as their gazes connected. "Vejita," he acknowledged.

"I need to…" Vejita growled, trying to move past the changeling.

"Furiza's unconscious, and he already knows. Tochok is dead."

Vejita had gotten over the shock of Furiza's `already knows' spells. The Icejin always either didn't have a clue, or already knew. "That's not the big problem!" Vejita snarled. "Turles has returned!"

"Turles…" Zarbon nodded, allowing the name to roll of his tongue. Vejita glared. "You don't seem to get it, do you? Turles has dedicated his life to Furiza's death! Saiyajin everywhere know his name! His legend exceeds Bardock's! After everything…" Vejita growled. "After everything Furiza did to him, and know he's killed Tochok, gains the power and respect of the Saiyajin no Ou… nothing will stop him from killing Furiza! Do you hear me? Nothing!"

Zarbon stared down at the enraged and frightened ex-prince, eyes wondering over the tanned features, the beautiful shimmering eyes. He offered a kind smile and reached out, cupping Vejita's cheek in his hand. "Why do you care, Vejita?"

Vejita was speechless. His lips parted to curse, offer an excuse, or sling an insult, but there was nothing to be said. Zarbon smiled gently and leaned down, kissing the rightful prince gently. Vejita didn't rip himself away.

~*~

A smirk burned on Turles' lips as he stepped from around the corner as his eyes lost sight of the ex-prince. He was clothed in the royal attire of the Saiyajin no Ou, long red cape hung from around his neck, royal emblem hanging against the armor over his torso. Black boots blended into tight black pants, gloves covering his slender hands. He hated the feel of the material, but it was something new, and by merely wearing the cloth he felt more powerful.

Two had come in; one had gone out.

The boy… Turles headed towards the door with his thoughts wondering over the pale body of the young Saiyajin boy. The male was a mirror image of Bardock. Turles had realized it the instant he'd paused around the corner at the sound of footsteps. It had to be none other than Kakarrotto, his precious nephew, thrown off the planet for being week and reclaimed by none other than his elder brother. Turles grinned at the thought of Raditzu. He'd missed his eldest nephew, even though he'd only know the warrior briefly. Turles pondered the changes of the elder brother. He had been a sweet innocent and very naïve child growing up, very playful and unfocused.

Under Furiza's rule, it was likely that this was no longer true.

Pausing outside the doorway, Turles glanced in, seeing nothing but the endless valley of death filled with the rotting corpses of those loyal to Tochok and Furiza. Those within were not worthy of a true Saiyajin death. The bags of bones were to be gathered that night and burned, their ashes filling the skies and raining down on Turles' beautiful kingdom.

He shoved back the door and stepped in, eyes scanning the room. Almost instantly, he saw the young Saiyajin sitting against the wall, legs unable to support himself. Kakarrotto was trembling, eyes locked on one of the female warriors. Her black eyes were opened wide, expression filled with terror, blood dripping from a eye socket. Her eye sat just inches away, also watching the young Saiyajin boy.

Turles couldn't help but chuckle.

The sound caused Kakarrotto to jump to his feet and down in a rather strange defensive position. He gazed over the form with a disappointed sigh. The boy was better off unguarded. For a long moment Kakarrotto held that position before his eyes cleared up and he frowned, brow narrowing. "You… you're scent…"

"You smelt my blood in this room. Your instincts thought I was dead. You were mourning my loss. I thank you for that." Turles bowed his head as he stepped forward before his nephew. Kakarrotto rose up, eyes staring at Turles with relief and yet fear. "Not many would mourn a relative to whom they had never been introduced. I am Turles: Saiyajin no Ou, brother of Bardock, your father."

Kakarrotto glanced down at the extended hand. A smile crossed his lips as he clasped the hand. "It's like… every time I turn around, I have a new relative! I'm Gokou… uh…." He trailed off with a quiet frown, ripping himself from Turles' grasp.

There was an awkward moment of silence before Turles shrugged off the strange slip. "Vejita was here. May I ask why? He was in the service of Furiza last time I recall."

"Hai," Kakarrotto muttered with a nod, glancing at the doorway. He had not even realized that the ex-prince had fled the room. "I should…"

"Furiza is here, then?" Turles stepped in his path with a glare, preventing Kakarrotto's escape. Kakarrotto returned the glare, but nodded nevertheless. A strange look passed over the darker Saiyajin's eyes, a strange hateful fire within the midnight black. It vanished almost as quickly as it had appeared, and Turles reached out, clasping Kakarrotto's shoulder and guiding him to the doors. "Come with me, kid, hmm? Let's get away from these rotting bags of worthless shit." He began moving forward, and Kakarrotto followed with more than a little nervousness.

Turles led him down the hallways, in the opposite direction of Furiza's ship, the opposite direction Vejita had fled in. Kakarrotto glanced over his shoulder somberly but allowed his uncle to tug him away. Through the illogically corridors, he was dragged, until suddenly the hallways ended, leading into what seemed to be a foyer of some kind. There, the younger Saiyajin was guided to a large staircase, which was split into two separate directions midway up, making room for a glorious multicolored window that towered over him. He and Turles began up those carpeted, gold-trimmed staircase. As they reached the dais, Kakarrotto dared a glance out the window, his eyes widening with a gasp as he saw just how far up the castle went. In the corner of the glass he could see the edge of Furiza's spacecraft, but there were no signs of Vejita, his brother, or the Icejin Lord.

"Come along," Turles said impatiently as he moved up the left staircase. Kakarrotto forced himself away from the window and followed the Saiyajin. Turles' tail was hidden beneath the long robe, but there was a kind smile on his lips, and this comforted the uneasy teenager, somewhat. "Where… are we going?" he whispered. Turles didn't answer him as the two continued upwards, following the winding path.

The stairs ended, leading into another hallway, this one shorter than the last, and much less confusing. There was only one doorway, and it lay at the very end of the hall. Turles reached it after only a moment, gripping the sparkling golden handles and shoving open the doorway. He stepped within and turned, holding out an arm in welcoming for Kakarrotto.

The young Saiyajin stepped inside, hearing the slam of the doors behind him, and a pure feeling of terror overwhelmed him as he saw the bed that lay in the center of the room, adorned with soft sheets and many pillows. Dimming sunlight shone through the large curtained windows. Trays of snack foods lay on the tables against the walls. Torches hung from the walls, ready to be lit. Candles were strewn about the room in various random places. A door was open across the room, leading to an exit, a bathroom, or a closet most likely. Another door was to the right, also leading to one of those three places.

Kakarrotto was trembling. His palms were sweaty. He spun around, trying desperately to breathe, and yet unable to find air. Shaking tearful eyes looked up to Turles, who was now staring at him with concern against the wall. The elder Saiyajin sighed as Kakarrotto began to strip away his clothing.

"Please… just don't hurt my tail," he whispered, almost pleadingly.

Turles stalked forward, grabbing the occupied hands, and wrapped his free arm around the boy's waist, taking hold of the tail's base and running his hand gently down, combing through the bristled fur. "I won't hurt you at all," he whispered gently, brushing his lips gently against Kakarrotto's. There was no response but acceptance, and Turles pulled back and shook his hands, cupping Kakarrotto's cheek. "You were untouched when Furiza took you." It wasn't a inquiry, but a mere observation.

Kakarrotto continued to gaze down. His eyes were hidden beneath his hair, but tears filled them nevertheless. He refused to cry, however. Vejita had forbade him to be weak. Kakarrotto would never be weak again… but it still didn't stop things from hurting.

Turles stepped back with an annoyed shake of his head. Kakarrotto's purity and innocent was so attractive. The boy was the first of any Saiyajin who had actually given a damn about him, but… Kakarrotto was his nephew, and he loved the boy more than he lusted for him. "Kakarrotto, do you want this?" he demanded, trying to keep the irritation from his voice.

"No," Kakarrotto whispered, voice trembling.

"Fine," Turles nodded, scowling. "Run back to your Furiza. I'm sorry I tried to give you pleasure!" Spinning, his cape snapping, Turles left the room. Kakarrotto looked up sharply, eyes wide, lips parted in disbelief.

~*~

The Saiyajin no Ouji - legally prince or not, Zarbon didn't care anymore - writhed beneath him, moaning with each touch. Zarbon let the warm lips lap at his skin, his hand fisted in the upswept hair, tugging the body closer against him, wishing that the damn stubborn Saiyajin would bite him. His legs encircled Vejita's hips, pulling the body further into him with every thrust.

He was going blind in pleasure, on the verge of screaming each time Vejita's shaft struck that bundle of nerves deep inside him. Vejita's tail had taken hold of Zarbon's arousal and was matching pace with his hips. They were in Zarbon's bedroom, just a door down from Furiza's room, where the mad Icejin still lay unconscious. The curtains were closed, as were the doors. The sheets were still made beneath their interlocked bodies.

"Gods! Vejita!" exclaimed the changeling as he tossed his head back, legs tightening around the Saiyajin's waist. He heard Vejita chuckle above him and he snarled in rage. Vejita grabbed his braid, holding the head back, allowing his lips to run over the delicate skin of Zarbon's neck. Tears were staining the shape-shifter's eyes while he prayed to gods he didn't believe in that Vejita would bite him.

He had no idea why it mattered so much, but he wanted it so bad.

Vejita's teeth grazed the skin, threatening to draw blood. Zarbon whimpered, jerking up to met each plunge. The silky tail around his throbbing cock began to tighten as Vejita growled in his own approaching climax. Zarbon gasped for breath, feeling himself going blind, his caverns tightening around Vejita's length, squeezing it, wanting to cause death to the offending intruder that his body didn't want to accept.

A string of colorful curses that added to the flush in Zarbon's cheeks left Vejita's lips. The Saiyajin jerked himself back with a snarl, ripping his teeth away from the exposed skin before instinct completely took over. Zarbon moaned out as he felt Vejita unleashing his seed inside the pale green body. Nails ripped through the skin in his arms. Zarbon cried out as the tail tightened in one last stroke, tip teasing the head of his length. It sent him over the edge and he followed Vejita, damping the soft fur with his essence.

Vejita rolled off of him, lying on his side in the covers, back to the changeling who was still trying to regain his breath and find his sight. Zarbon panted, watching as the golden spots faded away and the bland ceiling stopped spinning, decorated only by the shadows from the dimming sun.

"Pretty little picture you two make," Furiza's voice echoed. Zarbon jumped up, hiding his limp length with his hands. Vejita was already up, some random piece of dark fabric wrapped around his waist. The Saiyajin was snarling at the Icejin, tail thrashing in rage behind him. Zarbon knew why. Furiza normally got aroused by the site of one of them half-nude, but to see them both together, completely without clothes, and the scent of sex in the air - it was a formula for rape.

"Mmmm… pretty as the stars," Furiza nodded, glancing away for a brief moment, eyes watching something down the hallway. "Where is my king?" he asked after only a brief moment. Zarbon glanced at Vejita, but the Saiyajin did not return the glimpse.

"Furiza-sama, Tochok…"

"Silence," snarled the Icejin, raising a hand. Vejita halted his sentence, but snarled in annoyance. "Not him… no… where is my Kakarrotto? I need words with him." Furiza turned back to them, eyes sparkling with mischievousness. "Dress, come… Vejita will enjoy these words, I do believe… I do." Furiza grinned and laughed before turning, the doors sliding closed behind him.

Zarbon sighed somberly, watching as Vejita hurriedly got dressed, avoiding his gaze.

Nothing but disaster could come from these words.

~*~

"Have you completely lost your mind!" Raditzu snarled, shoving Kakarrotto through the doorway of the spacecraft. Kakarrotto scrambled to his feet, halting as he realized that Nappa stood in his path. Kakarrotto had been found wondering the halls, lost, of the castle of Vejitasei. The shorthaired Saiyajin was trapped beneath the brute warrior and his enraged brother. He stood still, turning around, more frightened of Raditzu than Nappa at this moment.

"Ahh… there's my king," purred a soft voice. Kakarrotto could almost see the fear reflected in his brother's eyes before it was hidden by a mask of strength. Raditzu stiffened, rising to full height, his tail circling his waist protectively. Kakarrotto turned slowly, staring at the Icejin who stood against the hall doorway, head tilted to rest against the frame. "I…" Kakarrotto choked, pausing as he saw two figures behind Furiza - Vejita and Zarbon. The Saiyajin was burning mad, his cheeks flushed as his eyes demanded blood. Zarbon, as always it seemed, was content, calm, and peaceful. Seeing the ex-prince standing there, behind the Icejin, caused all of Kakarrotto's thoughts to flee. He could only stand in quiet submission, confused and afraid that anything he did would cause Vejita more outrage.

Furiza moved suddenly, appearing before Kakarrotto in a blur. A hand reached out, cupping his cheek with a quiet purr. "Pretty as death, my new little prince… little king. Saiyajin no Ou: Kakarrotto. Proclaim your title, Saiyajin, and rule my planet for me!"

Kakarrotto's eyes grew wide as Furiza leaned down, his painted lips brushing against the young confused Saiyajin's. He could almost hear Vejita's heartbeat stop, but the growl that left the ex-prince's lips was undeniably loud. Furiza pulled back, licking at his lips to taste the warmth of the Saiyajin. "Pretty little monkey king," the mad Icejin cackled.

Not once did Kakarrotto's eyes leave Vejita.

~*~

TBC!

*bats lashes innocently*

~Jady Arewar