Kakavege One-shots

Painful Memories

Vegeta struggled in the restraints keeping him on the bed in such compromising position.

"Do you like it? Every other saiyan I've had in here was arrogant and fought me, too." The tyrant chuckled to himself before becoming stiff with a lukewarm expression. "But I fixed that."

Frieza grew a sinister smile as he drew near, circling his prey, "It's adorable how you think you can get away from what I plan to do to you." He poked Vegeta's nose playfully, pulling away just before Vegeta could bite him.

"Ah, how daring you are." He leaned forward hitting his forehead against Vegeta's, "I'll enjoy breaking you."

Frieza's eyes glance down Vegeta's body, "I think it's about time we get to the fun part, yes?" Frieza only grinned when the little saiyan closed his little legs as tight as he could, as if it would keep the lizard out.

But Frieza pursued.

"Oh, what's this? Someone still has spirit, hm? Let's fix that shall we?"

Vegeta's eyes widened as realization finally hit. "No.. No. No, no!"

Vegeta pulls desperately on the restraints, trying so hard to get away as a cold hand glides up his inner leg. "Don't run from what you desire, Little One."

Vegeta kicks his feet and tugs at the restraints helplessly. Frieza just laughs at him as he rubs between the Prince's legs. "It's so amusing how you fight back, other saiyans don't have as much as a spark in them as you, they submit much easier. But you, you're different." His smirk widened to a broad grin, "the fun continues longer with you, at least on my end."

Vegeta tired himself out as his attempts at freedom fail each time. He glared and growled like a feral animal at Frieza, so desperate to get away he'd throw away his pride to act like an lowly animal with no control, who had moved between his legs.

"Pathetic. You like this?" The creature mocked, shoving the uninterested barrier down as he smirked, "How vulgar."

Vegeta felt tears brimming his eyes, 'not yet' he'd pleaded with himself 'I don't want this' he felt his body react, betraying him, 'why can't I escape this? Why won't anyone help me?'

Goku watched in concern as Vegeta stayed curled up on the bed, zoning out. He stepped closer seeing the older male twitch with reddend, puffy eyes that glittered brightly with tears.

"Vegeta?" He whispered in a quiet, concerned voice, frowning when he twitched so hard he knew it hurt.

"Are you okay?.." He stepped closer once more, sitting down on the foot of the bed.

"... Yeah.." He whispered in a voice just barely audible, so completely foreign to his usual loud and obnoxious tone.

Goku paused, taken aback by the definite factor that Vegeta was indeed not okay when the other sniffled, "Have you been.. Crying?" He waited patiently for a response, watching Vegeta's expression for violence, but all he'd seen was the empty, tired look in his eyes.

The drained, traumatized look on Vegeta's face never ceased, the pathetic whisper of a voice seeped out once more, just as quiet as before, "...No..."

Goku's eyebrows turned upwards in pity, his stomach and chest churning with the urge to comfort, to stop or dull whatever was troubling the nearly absent Prince, "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Vegeta's constricted pupils found their way to the folds of sheets mimicking waves, his wide eyes not closing to blink for too long of time. He struggled to speak as his throat suddenly felt dry and enflamed as it tightened menacingly, his voice even softer than before, ".. No.."

Goku's frown deepened, seeing that he was getting no where in his quest to comfort the solitary Prince. His eyes downcasted to the bed frame under his knees, focusing so hard. Finally he looked back at Vegeta.

"Do you wanna hug?"

Vegeta's jaw trembled as tears threatened to leap from his hollow eyes. He felt as though his body would collapse more than it already had, ".....Yeah.. " he squinted his eyes in self disgust as his voice crack the slightest bit, revealing his vulnerability.

Goku leaned forward, hooking his right arm under Vegeta's torso and pulling upward, forcing Vegeta into an upright position. Vegeta tensed as he felt bulky, warm arms encase him like a fragile precious something. Like he ment something.

Vegeta writhed in pain as he gripped the deep tears of flesh in his stomach and chest. He struggled to breathe as he coughed up the blood pooling at the back of his throat. He fell over onto his side as his legs gave out. His lungs filled with blood faster than he can throw it up. He clawed at his throat as his throat began to burn.

"Oh, the poor little monkey can't take such simple beating anymore? Has he become weaker? Will he submit to the blood loss? Or will he try to make a useless escape?" Frieza laughed mockingly at him, tilting his head to the side with wide, penetrating eyes that obsorbed the gruesome scene in twisted sadistic pleasure, admiring his own handiwork.

Vegeta couldn't focus and his eyes began to strain, causing the voice if his tortmentor morph into muffled cackles. Faintly he could hear his own heartbear in his ears, but it sounded so far away under the ringing in his ears.

Vegeta's eyes dilated as he finally allowed himself to release. The glittery tears sliding down his face without intent of surrender. His brows scrunched together as his eyes began to burn. With trembling hands he hesitated, entirely expected to be mocked and ridiculed for his weakness and hypocrisy, before lifting them under Goku's armpits and gently clutching the broad shoulders.

A broken breath he didn't realize he'd been restraining released as well. He sniffled again, trying his best not to hyperventilate and make a bigger fool of himself, his eyes shut tight as he finally allowed himself to cope with his emotions instead of putting them away.

He rested his heavy head on Goku's shoulder in silent surrender.

"Thank you, Kakarrot."