Dirty Thoughts



Vegeta flew into the woods at top speed. Stupid woman. She understood nothing of Saiyans. Saying that his and
Trunks’ relationship was not normal, pah!! Back on Vegetasei fathers oftenly showed their affection towards
their sons in an erotical way. That was perfectly normal. The only thing that was not allowed was to actually fuck,
because that would degrade one of them (mostly the son), which was prohibited. But touching and kissing was fine.
And if Trunks was okay with it, then what was the woman yelling about? He shook his head in discomprehension. The
day was ending and it was getting dark. Vegeta looked up at the sky where he could see that it was going to rain.
He should be finding a sheltered place for the night. Five minutes later, the Prince walked into a cave, where he
simply lay down on the cold rocks. After a childhood of sleeping whenever and wherever he could, the hardness of
the floor didn’t bother him that much. But as he had tried for nearly an hour, he found that he simply
couldn’t sleep. The words of that stupid woman were still bothering him. What the heck was she making all
that fuss about? Vegetasei was so much different from Chikyuu in mating habits! Where the humans had taboos on
every form of sex save for their own self-made up way, which said that a man could be with only one person, which
had to be a woman, not of his blood, and around his age.

Of course there were people who were different, but tolerance was hard to gain in this world. Saiyans never
bothered about all those things. Almost everything was allowed, polygamy was normal, male/male and female/female
relationships were accepted, no one cared about age. The only thing that was prohibited was for a father to fuck
his son by actually entering him, because he was supposed to raise the boy into a self-confident man, and this
concept could not be attained if the father lowered his son into the be-fucked position. But Vegeta had not fucked
Trunks, so what was the woman blabbering about? He did not care about her. He only cared about his pleasure. And if
his son wants to give his father this pleasure, why should someone say it was gross. These stupid humans

…Why did I even stay here? Only to fight Kakarott?? No there has to ba another thing… Argh.. Why did I
even slept with that annoying bitch?.. Was it ‘love’????Vegeta had to control his laughter at this
thought.

..Love.. what a stupid word… and those stupid humans can’t even be true mates.. They’re just too
weak…Vegeta had to admit, Bulma *was* beautiful, and smart, but nothing more. Vegeta knew that she was with
Yamcha sometimes, she had his smell all over her body, but why would he care?

Oh, he could embarrass her in front of her friends, telling them stories, they’d refuse to believe. And
Vegeta just laughed.

Silly woman, the only good thing she produced was Trunks, but then again, she had always been too touchy with our
son for my like. So he became nearly a softy.Vegeta shuddered at this thought, his son, the prince of all Saiyans,
half-breed or not, a SOFTY, hell would freeze over. Then his thoughts wandered to the last living Saiyajin,
Kakartott, He had almost laughed, Saiyajin, the only time he lets his instincts control himself wqas in
battle… or in love-making. He was quite good at the first time. And then his thoughts fell to Vegeta-sei, his
beloved Vegeta-sei. The only place where he had been ever threatened like a true prince. Freeza.. this name still
let his blood boil with rage, though it had been years since Mirai no Trunks killed him. Trunks.. again, his son,
he had saved the earth, reached Super Saiyajin, without knowing anything about his birthright, nothing. Androids,
Jinzouningen…Those stupid machines , without life, without feelings, only Juuhachigou seemed to have changed,
the other one..Juunanagou.. his blood boiled. He had humiliated him, for fun.. ok, he had humiliated many people,
but the PRINCE of all Saiyajins, being humiliated by a stupid MACHINE, that was unheard of.. and yet it happened.
This feeling being reawaken, let his rage grow and he let his energy flew through his palm. The light of the
energy, calmed Vegeta down, feelings of superior and being the winner getting the best of him. Yes he was the
prince and as such he would never loose, never… The light ebbed away, the cave now had a large hole, and the
feeling of loosing, being the weak one overwhelmed him again. Why couldn’t he just be the King of this
planet, he was the Prince of the strongest race in the universe, a very small race. Only on true Saiyajin to rule
over… what a laughable thought. His father must be laughing at him, and be ashamed. A third class baka,
reached Super Saiyajin first, a 3rd class!!!!!! But that old bastard should shut his mouth, he was the one that
made the treat with Freeza, Freeza again. That bastard, which raped him, humialted him, made him feel like
trash…. There was it again, that uncontrollable rage.

He blew blast after blast. The cave shook, the earth began to tremble..Kuso, what’s happening, Kusotare, the
cave breaks down…. Where’s that Instant Transmission when you need it?.. He had thousands of questions
running through his head. But they stopped, shortly. The ceiling, broke down and Vegeta’s last thing he
thought was REVENGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then a big stone hit his head and he lost consciousness.,The dark embraced him
and he welcomed it. It was so … dark.. only black, black. He now knew why this was his favourite colour, it
was the colour of angst, pain, and fear. All the things he liked giving to someone.



Slowly he opened his eyes, and discovered that even that hurt. He looked up at the sky above him, and saw a shadow
hovering between him and the sun. After a second, the figure came flying downwards and landed in front of him.
“Who are you?”

He couldn’t remember anything, why was he here, laying under this stones, why everything hurts. Probably this
person could help, taking the pain away. . The man looked at him in surprise. “Don’t you recognize me,
Vegeta?” the man asked, shock written over his features. “No. I’m sorry.” Vegeta said
unsurely, not exactly knowing how to behave towards this man. Why does this man seem to know him. Vegeta was sure
he didn’t lnow him, did he? Now he wasn’t sure anymore, why had he even lost his memory. His mind was
spinning around and he felt dizzy. Juunanagou was really surprised about the Saiyans behavior. This was *really*
unlike him. Then he saw all the rubble around the Prince and thought he began to understand. Vegeta was probably
suffering amnesia. Let’s have a check. “Do you know who you are?” Juunana asked, unusually kind.
Who am I??? What am I here for??? These questions were running through his head echoing everywhere and then coming
back to him. Who am I.. is my name Vegeta??… What a strange name.. being named after Vegetable…And why
do I have a bad feeling around this person.. He seems to know me and he seems to be nice..

“Well… you said I am Vegeta…” Juunanagou was sure now. The Prince remembered nothing
anymore. As the android let his eyes travel over the well-toned chest of the now helpless Saiyan (insert a drooling
and slobbering Aimée here), a devilish idea hit him.

That’s only perfect, he’s going to be mine, mine, MINE!!!!! *smirks*
“Yes. You are right. Your name is Vegeta. And you are my slave. I bought you from your parents, and you have
spent all your life serving me. This morning I had lost you so I came to search for you, and here you are. But of
course, you already knew all this.”

Do I know anything about this?? Why am I a slave, am I such a low creature??
“Y-yes. Of course.” Vegeta stuttered. Juunanagou then grabbed Vegeta’s arm and pulled the Saiyan
with him as he flew back to his cabin, only a few miles away, in the middle of the woods. Why do I can’t
remember any of this ?? Why do I not recognize this place, master had said it was my home for years, but I
don’t rememeber it, why??

When they arrived, Juunana led his new slave to the bathroom, which was surprisingly big. He had stolen those
capsule-add-on-rooms from Bulma a few years ago. He thought about how he was going to threaten the prince, now that
he hadn’t his normal pride, and now he would do anything he wanted. It was quite hard to think of new ways to
humiliate his new slave. But first he had to wash the wounds of the prince, he wanted a healthy slave. He filled
the bath, and after he’d tested the water undressed, got in and told Vegeta to do so too. Vegeta looked a
little confused, but did so anyways. It was only perfect, he could only think of the prince’s perfect body.
It was nearly a dream, a wonderful dream. Jeez Juunana thought, he’s just like a little boy, by no means the
big bad Saiyan anymore.Perfect, now let the joy begin….

The android then pulled Vegeta towards him, and began to wash him. He soaped the washing cloth and began working on
the Saiyans back, where he cleaned off the water and the sweat with slow, circular motions.

I don’t feel good about this, that’s definitely not good.

The Prince shivered slightly under his touch, but did not tear away. Vegeta did not know how to feel. So his
parents had sold him to this man when he was just a boy. How weird, because his master didn’t look a day over
eighteen, and Vegeta was sure he was older.It was always so starnge, so unbelievable, like a bad dream, a scary
dream. He didn’t like the looks his ‘master’ gave him, they were so hungry and his smirk send
spills down his spine. He didn’t want to be so weak, appearing like a cryish baby, but he could do nothing
against it. So he send silent pleas to the gods, that he wouldn’t have to suffer. The circular went to
regions he did not quite appreciate. But he did not protest. He knew he shouldn’t. After the bath was done,
Juunanagou took him to the kitchen where he gave him very, very much food, and Vegeta surprised himself by eating
it all. Oh my, how many do I have to reveal about my past, there’s so much I don’t know about myself,
oh gods, help me. Help me understand myself. Help me!!………… Please….This word, it was
so hard to think, speak, like it was a thing that was forbiddedn, oh how he hoped he would get his memory back
soon. There was this look of his master again,… so.. hungry.. so demanding… He gulped, he was sure he
wasn’t going to like the next thing..

“Now,” his master whispered, after he had let Vegeta clean up the dishes and all the junk, “I
want to have some fun. Do you know how to give blow-jobs, Vegeta?” Memories flashed his mind, pain sorrounded
his senses and he tensed, he tried to make it not so visible.. Feelings flew threw him, feelings of pride, being
surperior, that was strange to him, how could HE be superior as a slave??.. And then moves, he remembered making
love to someone, he couldn’t quite out who it was, he guessed it was his master, but strange, his master had
said he was his slave for years, and yet he seemed to not know that his slave could blow-jobs.



Pride, show pride.

Don’t show weaknesses. This thoughts hammered in his mind. And he could do nothing against it. So he does
what he was told to, he let his so called ‘pride’ get the best of him.

Vegeta nodded obediently. He knew that. He wasn’t some damn stupid child!! No he wasn’t a child nor
stupid.. But he was a damn slave.. and he knew he woukld be threatened as such… He fought the feeling to
cry. The inner pain he felt, he was a wreck and he knew that. His live was nothing more than a scrab’s and if
his master felt like it he could kill without a second thought. Pride.. what was that?? A feeling …
self-consciousness.. Everything he lacked.



Cold.



His senses froze at the next move of his master…



Juunanagou grabbed him by his hair, and forced him onto his knees, while he used his other hand to open his pants.
“Well, then Vegeta. Show me what you’ve got.” Vegeta shivered inwardly he felt so sick, so bad.
He didn’t want do it he surpressed the hot tears, which dared to surface. His eyes burnedand his throat was
on fire. He feared it, he feared his master. But he had to do it, he wouldn’t die. Noz now, not because of
his master. So he did whjat he had to do.. and his tears only flew in his mind, but they flew to no end.



The android gasped as Vegeta grabbed his already hard arousal and took it in his mouth. The Saiyan then began
licking, kissing and sucking it, making Juunanagou moan in pleasure. He didn’t know where he’d learned
it, but the Prince was very, very skilled.



Didn’t thought he could do that, but it’s not that I complain about it.. It’s even better now,
now I know he has done this before… So if he feels pain, I know he has felt that before, not that I care
about him feeling pain.



Groaning, he fisted his hands in the flaming hair, pushing his ‘slaves’ head deeper, forcing the man to
take more of him in his mouth. It didn’t take Juunana long to come, and when he did it was with a long cry,
as his knees buckled, and he fell to the floor, ontop of the Prince, exhausted. Vegeta was afraid to move. He hoped
he had pleased his master, if he didn’t.. he didn’t want to think about. He laid on the cold floor
afraid of moving, he tried not to shiver. He didn’t think he was allowed to unless his Master told him so. He
let some hot tears fall, let his pain slip away a bit. If he had a knife he had tried to slit his wrists. He had to
do that, his life was nothing worth anymore and he wondered why he didn’t try to do that before. He hoped
that his master would not see his tears, would not see his pain.

He didn’t dare to shove his master from his chest, but the weight ontop of him was so heavy. He softly put
both his hands on Juunanagou’s chest, as he pushed in order to get the burden off of him. This got Juunanagou
out of his slumber, and the android rose, and pulled Vegeta up too. Grabbing the Saiyan by his hand, he pulled him
off to the bedroom, where he was happy to notice that Vegeta easily let himself be pushed down on the bed.Vegeta
sighed a bit and tried not to cry out loud. He felt so miserable, like he was sure he hadn’t felt before. Why
did it has to be him, why couldn’t it just be some other man, taking the pain instead of him.



His chest rose and fell.



Juunana looked down at his captive once more, and decided to go on. It had been long since he had had good sex.
These humans were no good. “Take off your clothes. Come on! Hurry!” He ordered. Vegeta immediately
obeyed and ripped of his pants and boxers.As Vegeta did so, he felt like he ripped his heart out of himself, like
he crashed down the last barrier that stopped him from crying.



“Very good. Now turn around.” While saying this Juunana grabbed the now naked Vegeta and turned him
around, forcing him on all fours. “Yes, I think I’ll enjoy this greatly.” He whispered as he bit
the Prince’s earlobe softly, causing Vegeta to shiver violently. Vegeta could feel his eyes going watery and
he felt like an 5 year old again, an five year old that was going to be raped.



Juunana then slid his hands around the Saiyans torso, rubbing his strong chest and pinching his nipples. After
taking the sight underneath him in in full expanse, he thrusted his fingers in Vegeta’s mouth, and then
rubbed the saliva on his own member. Vegeta let a silent tear fall on the black sheet, And he knew it wasn’t
going to be the last and it would follow many times he would cry.



Juunana smirked devilishly, at put his shaft at the entrance of the crying Saiyajin, he knew that his prey cried,
and it turned him on even more. He heard the pleas and sniggered evilly. Oh yes cry my little Saiyajin, you
don’t know how I like that.. Vegeta cried out loud as Juunana pulled in him shortly, only a bit. He would
make him feel pain he had never felt before. Never. His ears heard the little pleas his ‘slave’ let
out. 'Oh Saiyago.. I have to watch or he’ll recover too fast. He simply ignored the beggings and plunged in
the crying being below him again. And Vegeta arched his head, but not because of pleasure, but because of pain
Blood trippled down Vegeta’s tighs. And with everytime Juunana made a new painful stroke, he felt like trash
being stepped on. And Juunana made so long strokes, so painful strokes. He let his tears flew free now, every ounce
of pride he had once held it was shattered now. Lost in the dark sheets of his master, lost in the depths of a hurt
mind. He was near unconsciousness now. But his master was aware of that and stopped till his pain ebbed and his
vision cleared. It was smeary though, his tears, burning down his cheeks made it very hard to see straight. He
hoped it was over now, he couldn’t bear any of this pain again, then the next stroke came. His blood, mixed
with a bit of his own saliva fell on the black sheet, creating a absurd sketch of Vegeta being raped by Juunanagou.
His cries became louder and every thought every feeling turned into raw pain. He couldn’t be furious, he had
no power for that, he could only feel pain, pain he didn’t want to feel. The next stroke came and a new wave
of tears flew down his cheeks, trippling on the already soaked sheet. He buried his face in the pillow in an
attempt to muffle his cries, only to have his master pulled on his hairs. It hurted so much, it had to stop.



Dear Kami, make this pain stop, I beg to you, help me, make it stop. He let out little sobs, only to cry out again
when Juunana picked up the pace.




***



Dende had tears in his eyes, he couldn’t see the once proud warrior being in pain anymore, but he
wasn’t allowed to interrupt in this, he had no right to stop this. It had been a long discussion with the
fate of Vegeta, he had said it was too much, for even the warrior. But she had insisted that it had to happen, it
was to Vegeta’s own good. Dende couldn’t quite understand that. Why does bearing pain, helps someone.
But he didn’t dare to go against the decision of a angel of fate. He would have to die then. And Vegeta had
a very strong angel of fate. ( Marlyne, do ya know what angel of fate in japanese means??… ‘ tenshi no
‘…’????)



***




Juunana was enjoying himself greatly. The little sobs and cries Vegeta let out turned him on so much. He was sure
that Vegeta knew this. And if not, he was a fool. Well a fool, that turned him on instead of turning him down. It
couldn’t have been better. The narrow hole of his prey pressed on his shaft, so it was hard for him to
control himself. But he had to, Vegeta would suffer. He would not let him go easily. And as long as Vegeta
didn’t remember he would do as he pleased and Vegeta would not stop him with his bakana pleas’



The next stroke came. Kami hadn’t helped him. He was lonely. Too lonely.



Stroke. Pain. Cry. Tears. Shame.



He let his tears flow and eased the pain, he thought of slitting his wrists as fast as he could when his master was
sleeping. But he couldn’t stop his cries, and so he cried for help. In Saiyago. He didn’t notice that
he was speaking in another language. But even if he had, ‘cause of the pain he hadn’t cared. He arched
his back , an attempt to stop the pain. No avail. It only caused Juunana to plung deeper in him. Then finally his
master came. His hot seeds mixed with Vegetas blood and became a sticky light red mass.



Vegeta’s pain didn’t stop. It was even bigger. He cried harder and harder ( Aimée: T_T.. my (no she
doesn’t own him) poor Veggie.. *cries*).



“ Go, wash yourself, slave, you’re stinky.” Juunana whispered in Vegeta’s ears. Vegeta
winced. His hanks of tears drying. The vioce of his master was so cold, it send shivers up and down his spine. He
stood up. Carefully, he set one foot in front of another. It hurt like, but he couldn’t cry anymore. It was
like he had cried all his tears he had held. And now he was shattered, his life.. or what he remebered.., his
pride, himself. He went to the bath next to the bedroom of his master. And turned the water on. So it was sounding
like he was showering. But instead he searched after a sharp objekt. He found nail scissors. Then he sat down n the
cold ground at cut his wrists. He saw the blood running down his hands and dropping on the floor.





***



Trunks was really getting worried, about his father. Sure, it was normal for him to disappear for days, even weeks,
but this time Trunks sensed that his father was not okay. His mind was emitting signs of confusion and pain, which
were both very unlike his dad. And was worrying him most was the dullness and the feeling of an shattered pride.
Something he did not like. Then he could feel it. Vegeta’s will of life turned to nothingness. Trunks knew
that something happened to his Dad and that his Dad was going to die soon. And since that stormy night
Vegeta’s ki had dropped almost to nothing, way too low to find him by. Anger welled up in the
twenty-year-old. Anger at his mother mostly. He was a damned adult!! If he and his father wanted to do a thing that
they both agreed with, which was hundred percent normal, for Saiyans at least, why did she have to come between and
bother them about it. Okay, it had not been wise of them to do it at a night when Bulma was at home, they normally
only let their instincts get the best of them when she was out. But it was full moon that night, and they just
couldn’t restrain themselves.

/// Trunks’ eyes followed his father’s every movement as the older Saiyan slowly made his way through
the kitchen, picking something out of the refrigerator to still his hunger with after a intense training session.
As for Trunks, he had come down to drink some warm milk, trying to calm his nerves after the restlessness caused by
the moon. Vegeta wordlessly sat across him at the kitchen table, and began devouring his food. Trunks stared at his
bare, sweaty chest and could not help but become aroused. He bowed over the table to his father, and seductively
whispered in his ear. “You look so great tonight, Toussan. Let me touch you.” More he could not do,
because his father had made it very clear that it was out of place for the son to take the initiative. Vegeta
looked up from his chicken, and smirked at Trunks, then reached under the table for his son’s hand, guiding
it to his crotch, where he let it rest. Trunks got the hint and began slowly pumping his father’s cock.
Vegeta forgot all about his food, and closed his eyes, leaning back in pleasure. Trunks chuckled, and decided to
make this even better, as he crawled underneath the table, leveling his mouth with his father’s arousal. He
pulled down the older Saiyans pants and boxers, and took his father in his mouth. A sharp gasp escaped
Vegeta’s mouth as Trunks began sucking him, gentle at first, but more and more aggressively later on. Trunks
used all his special techniques, learned from his father, to bring Vegeta as much pleasure as he could. And
finally, the Saiyans low moans ended in a sharp cry as he came inside Trunk’s mouth. Swallowing it all, the
boy got up, and got the shock of his life, finding himself staring straight into his mother’s face.
“I… I… Gross!!” Bulma yelled, causing Vegeta to open his eyes for the first time, noticing
her too. Trunks had turned a deep shade of crimson, and backed up against the wall, while Vegeta lazily put his
pants back on and stood up. “What is it, woman?” Bulma did not know what to feel, surprise, disgust or
anger. She chose for the latter. “Vegeta!! He’s your son!! How dare you force him to do that to
you!!” Vegeta scowled. “I did not force him, woman!! It is not my fault that we have a good father-son
relationship!” Bulma gasped. “A good father-son relationship?!? Excuse me!! He was giving you a
blowjob!!” Vegeta quirked an eyebrow. “And..?” She was now really at a loss for words.
“I-i-i… Just get out!! How can you ever do such disgusting things with your own son!!”
Vegeta’s anger grew and he thought it was best if he did what she said, before he’d kill her out of
rage. He turned around, snorted, and angrily stomped out of the house, where he blasted into the air and took off
towards the woods. ///

So now his dad was gone. At least, lost. And he could do nothing to help him. To go search him was useless, and
besides, it was not like his mother was ever going to let her son go near Vegeta again. Because although Trunks
kept on saying that it was his own choice, that it had been his own choice all the times, Bulma refused to believe
him, and told him that he was in a post-traumatized state. Trunks angrily blasted the can he’d been drinking
from. Stupid mother. He could do nothing.



***



Drop, drop. Red. Cold. Shiver. Alone. Dark.Fear.



Vegeta’s blood was now a huge pool and surrounded his body in an crazy way. He was waiting. Why does it take
so damn long till I die? Why can’t it just get over with. I lost so much blood I had at least lost
consciuosness by now. Why?? More blood fell on the cold floor and made a sound which would have scared anyone to
death.

Juunanagou wondered what Vegeta took so long. He had no patience anymore and just went in the bathroom. He was a
bit shocked, seeing the bleeding Saiyajin on the floor with his arms stretched out like a doll. So he tried to
escape?.. Bad boy, I think he need’s to learn how to behave in my home.

He turnes the water off and knelt beside his slave. Vegeta shivered violently. His arms began to shake . And more
blood spilled out of his arms. “ So you thought you could escape me, Vegeta? What a fool do you think I am?.
And don’t think you die that easily. Now be a good boy and eat this.” Juunanagou didn’t wait for
an answer and just shove the senzubean in Vegeta’s mouth. Then he forced him to chew and eat it. . Vegeta
could feel himself healing and trembled. If his master has more of this beans, he had no way of killing himself.
And now he had to take that pain every day, every night. Every time his master was ‘hungry’. But
something was strange. He could feel something snap in his mind. Like he got an idea, but he didn’t now what
exactly it was. His master pulled him onto his feet and suddenly, Vegeta could feel himself hovering in the air,
without his master’s help. Where had he learned this. He was sure his master didn’t show him how to do
that. Now he could run away, hiding from his master. Now he was free. He felt so happy, if you could say that, well
he didn’t exactly knew what being happy means, he just knew now that he didn’t have to die now, and
that he could live a relativly normal life now. He was a nearly free person.



Free.



That word echoed in his mind make him feel dizzy and made him want to jump, made him want to be a bird, being his
own master, being a bird. What does it have to feel being free?? Oh it would be so… how could he discribe
this??.. He didn’t knew, he wasn’t free yet, but oh he would be free, no matter what, he would fly away
and start a new life. Being a new person, being himself, or what he knew of himself. Who am I? There was that
question again, that question burning down his mind, he could not believe he was a slave, it couldn’t be. But
he was, and now his joy was shattered, but only a bit, he wouldn’t be a slave anymore.

He tried to cover his joy, tried not to jump and scream loud out. His face lit up, he tried to discover, no avail,
the joy in him making him feel tingle, making him want to run around, didn’t let him stay still.

Juunana smirked. He could see the emotions running through Vegeta, the hope and the certainness reminded him of the
once proud Saiyajin no ouji. Oh no, Vegeta, you wont escape me that easily, I told you before, and to remind you of
that go on and run/fly away, I will find a way to get you, I’ll find always a way. He smirked and could see
Vegeta’s face fell. He knew that his smirk made Vegeta’s hope’s shattered like a soap bubble. But
he would try it anyway. You don’t now how good I know you and your fears Vegeta, but I’ll have to watch
you, you know how to fly know, your memory will come back, but it will take time, and I’m going to use tha
ttime, I’ll promise you, I’ll use that time.

Vegeta landed on his feet again and let his head hung low. A tear mixed with the blood on the floor. Juunana went
to his still naked slave. H egripped Vegeta’s shaft and began pumping. His slave gasped and against his own
will, it began to feel good, Juunana’s skilled hands massaging his dick slowly, making his knees go wimp.
Tears fell, again and Vegeta felt so ashamed, being aroused by his master, who let him suffer so much, it
wasn’t fair, it wasn’ fair.

“ What are you?” Juunana whispered in Vegeta’s ear. Vegeta could feel his throat knot, and get
raspy.

“ I… I am.. your slave, master..” Vegeta raised his head and Juunana could see his tear streaked
face. It had been so hard to say that so disgusting. Juunanagou smirked,again. Oh, yes Vegeta had learned his
place. He didn’t stop streaking his prey’s shaft and some time later he came his seed mixing with the
blood and spilled on the milky stomach of him. He was dulled now and would do anything his master wanted him to. He
forced him to his knees, the bloody floor arousing Juunana. Oh he was hard again, how hard. He pulled into his
slave, getting no reaction, but it didn’t bither him that much, he was catched up in his own waves of
pleasure.

The only sounds you could hear were Juunana’ hot pantings, Vegeta’s hiccups and the sound of bodys
crashing into eachother. Vegeta could feel the pain nagging on his mind, crashing down all his walls of
self-security. His world blacked out, leaving him crashed and burned on the bloodied floor.



Hours later Juunana returned to his sleeping slave.

“Wakey, wakey.” He whispered in the Sayajin’s ears. The Saiyajin bolted upright, first not
knowing where he was. The fear of his nightmare still written in his face. Juunanagou looked at him. The smell of
blood and sex all over him, an interressant mixture. But Vegeta hadn’t showered 2 days now and smelled VERY
stinky. HE saw that the shocked Saiyajin couldn’t move, his eyes wide open and his muscles tensed he sat
there. Juunana heaved him to his arms and put him in the warm bathtub. The hot water softening his muscles and he
let his mind relax. His nightmare had been so real, he was sure he had been there, so sure. But the nightmare he
was living now was even worse. Not knowing his past, being raped in his own blood. Laying shattered and exhauste in
a mixture of blood, seeds and tears. Hell. This was the ony word, discribing this life. Living hell. He was scum.