Goku X Vegeta Oneshots

Five: When The Darkness Comes

Vegeta tried hard to hold his ground, but what could he, barely more than a child, do against the Icejin Frieza?

Still gripping his tail, Frieza shoved him against the wall. His own tail swished back and forth as he contemplated his next move. He pressed his forehead against Vegeta's, chuckling darkly. Slowly he intensified his grip on the delicate tail.

Vegeta began to cry quietly. His poor tail was still badly bruised from their previous sessions. A swift, although light, undercut forced him silent. So the tears streamed noiselessly down his face until he was blinded by them. Frieza pulled on his tail, painfully signaling Vegeta to come. And he didn't have a choice; go with Frieza or have it a few times worse.

Vegeta looked frantically over his shoulder. The others of the Frieza Force watched unhappily but helplessly. Nappa couldn't bear to watch. He shook with anger and hate and fathomless pity. The last Vegeta saw of them, Nappa was tearfully mouthing his Prince's name.

"Come along, Vegeta," Frieza said impatiently. He gave the tail a little yank. Vegeta yelped and followed. He was nearly sick with fear. His empty stomach ached and churned. Saiyans weren't allowed full rations, so they were always hungry and always weak.

They came to Frieza's quarters. Now Vegeta desperately tried to shut himself down. If he couldn't feel it...

Frieza shut the door. He sighed contentedly, his eyes roving over Vegeta's body. Although the Saiyan was not yet quite fully developed, he didn't care. He didn't mind them young. There was something about Vegeta that kept him in an almost constant state of arousal. The Prince was a little height-challenged for his age, but at sixteen he was the strongest- aside from himself- in the entire Frieza Force.

That was another reason Vegeta was his toy. If he knew just how strong he was, Frieza would eventually have to deal with a threat; Frieza had to let him train, otherwise the poor guy would probably lose his mind. But he'd made it so that Vegeta was weak in his presence, so that Vegeta could never stand up to him.

A spark lighted in Vegeta's eyes. He shot forward, trying to get to the door. The little Prince was fast, but not fast enough. Frieza Quick Moved in front of him, smacking him to the floor.

Desperately Vegeta swerved to avoid further damage. Frieza caught his tail and stopped him. "Ah, ah, ah." He clicked his tongue. "Come now, Vegeta; I thought we'd talked about this." He jerked Vegeta against his body, holding him fast. He whispered, "The harder you make it for me, the harder it is for you to walk away."

Vegeta cried and struggled violently even as despair took hold. Frieza almost had to power up in order to keep him there. He's gotten stronger, Frieza thought. To still him he squeezed the tail. Vegeta made a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, but he stopped moving.

The Icejin held Vegeta close, running his fingers through the smooth black spikes of hair. Vegeta trembled with fear and loathing. Frieza knew that he hated him. He knew his love was unrequited. But he didn't care. If Vegeta ever did come to forgive him and love him, then he would treat him like a lover should.
Until then he would have to prove his superiority.

Frieza kissed Vegeta's forehead, his temple, his jaw line. Vegeta flinched at every gentle touch, always expecting it to turn painful. The Icejin began to undo his tight suit. He simply couldn't help staring at Vegeta's toned muscles. He had a great appreciation for strength, and Vegeta took that to the maximum. But for all his strength, the Saiyan was mortally afraid of him, something deeper than fear and deeper than hate.

"Say something, Vegeta," Frieza crooned.

Vegeta remained moodily silent.
Ugh. Teens. "Come on, Vegeta," he whispered. "I'll be nice today, I swear." He gently stroked his tail, heart and body aching. Inevitably, Vegeta relaxed. Frieza, pleased, chuckled softly. "Say anything you want to; tell me a lie. Please tell me a lie," he murmured, deeply inhaling Vegeta's scent.