Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama, people. Not me.

Warnings: yaoi, rape, other general not nice stuff.

Thoughts: ‘blah’

Vegeta’s POV

I awoke at dawn, well rested on a bed of feathers. I lounged my lazy, naked self by the window for a while, watching the three suns fully rise before dressing, finding well-fitting clothing in the closet, and crossing the broad hall, wondering if I should knock on Prince Kakarot’s door or not. I finally decided to, hoping he wouldn’t be too mad.

Getting no response to my persistent knuckle-rapping, I turned the gold knob smoothly, expecting to see the kindly Prince sprawled out on his bed in a tousled ball or other such state, surprised when the room yielded only some rumpled bedcovers and a few discarded clothes.

I turned, intent on finding him at breakfast, yet, alas, I should’ve paid more attention to the tour and not the strange looks Kakarot kept throwing at me. I was miserably lost in the never ending marble halls, perhaps an hour in being so, when I turned a corner and found myself before a grand throne room, the Prince and his father conversing quietly. The King!

I stood stark-still in awe of our planet’s magnificent leader as he face me. He even neared me, ushering me into the room he and his son occupied himself, my arm clutched lightly in his royal grasp until I was where he wanted me. My limb tingled pleasantly where his touch had landed seconds before as the grand man began to speak.

"So, Kakarot tells me you are his new servant?"

"Yes, Sire. Thank you so much for allowing me to reside in your glorious palace."

"Dear boy, no need for such gratitude. Nothing I wouldn’t do for my planet. Now, you two run off to breakfast. I have business to attend to."

And with that, the King left in a grand sweep of his crimson cape, a wink thrown over his shoulder.

Kakarot’s POV

I sat across from the beautiful entity of Vegeta, watching him eat his eggs. How could a person be so sexy performing an act purely to maintain life?!? I got a bit hot and bothered as crunchy bacon disappeared into my servant’s mouth, my imagination replacing the meat with a certain part of my anatomy that was currently making itself quite known.

I stumbled to a stand, desperately needing something to cure my present state.

"Vegeta, you just keep eating. I need to go shower." I left in a flurry of clothes, nearly sprinting to my chambers.

As soon as the mahogany door slammed shut I was out of my clothes, royal erection jutted out in front of me proudly. I threw myself in the shower, setting the spray to ice, struggling to chase away thoughts of a scantily clad Vegeta, dancing just for me.

Failing happily, I grabbed hold of myself and pulled in long, firm strokes, imagining my servant’s slim fingers doing the work for me.

Vegeta’s POV

‘What an odd smell,’ I thought as I sat across from my Prince, eating gloriously greasy eggs. Taking a few more deep sniffs, I recognized it. Arousal. Emanating from Kakarot.

‘Perhaps he thinks the servant woman is arousing,’ I made an excuse for him, knowing out server had been a male this morning. ‘No way he could be homosexual. Royal lineage would never be disgraced in such a way.’

The royal across from me rose, passing me with some remark about a shower. His smell engulfed me in its heated want and I blushed, uncomfortable even after Kakarot had left the room.

I ate slowly, hoping the Prince had worked off his need by the time I got done and went treading to his room. I pressed my ear to the door, and hearing no water running, I rapped sharply on the wood.

It creaked open, revealing Kakarot in only a plush blue towel. I averted my gaze.

"I’ll be going, seeing as . . ."

"No. Come in," he ordered. I could not disrespect a direct command.

I nodded and trailed the Prince in as he turned his back to me.

Kakarot’s POV

I watched Vegeta close the door and when he turned, I moved quickly, pressing him back against the heavy wood. His eyes widened and he jerked, futilely trying to escape my greater strength.

"Shh, lover," I crooned. "You’re all mine now."

I clicked the lock and Vegeta’s breath hitched, realizing just how trapped he was. My tail began to sway heavily behind me, releasing arousal musk. I nuzzled my captive’s cheek and he flinched, his fists suddenly going wild. I easily caught Vegeta’s balled hands and stretched them far above his head, pinning them painfully. He grunted and twisted, still thinking escape was an option. I smirked at my servant and grabbed his waist with my free hand, throwing him over my shoulder.

Vegeta’s POV

I beat on Kakarot’s back, seeming to have no effect on his tough flesh. He threw me upon his mussed feather bed, pulling the breath from me, robbing me of all chance of escape as the Prince straddled my hips, leaning considerable weight on my delicate frame. I glared as harshly as I could and the male atop me smirked, leaning over to grab my lips in his own, violating my mouth. I swung a punch at his cheek and he pulled back quickly, cradling the injured anatomy.

"So you want it rough, do you?"

Kakarot grabbed my wrists despite my struggles and, with a twist of will, created a ki band around them, leaving them painfully high above my spiked hair. I attempted to break the energy, just ending up stinging my wrists terribly.

"Not a good idea, huh? Now be a good little boy and I’ll make this feel good."

I cringed, near burning tears. My throat convulsed and my stomach nearly turned inside out as Kakarott removed his own shirt and began to rip at the cloth covering my shaking flesh. I thrashed, flailing my feet.

Kakarott miraculously finished stripping me and caught my feet, pressing my knees up into my chest uncomfortably.

"I guess I just have to take you like this, Vegeta, but I won’t make it easy on you. Not after so much fighting."

My eyes widened and my lips quivered just a bit. What had I gotten myself into?

I jumped as something hard touched my backside. Again I fought, my tail lashing out, catching Kakarott across the face hard. Transferring his weight onto my legs, he grabbed the offending limb before I could rescue it to safety. His grip was steel on the delicate appendage and I cried out, my throat instantly raw from the pain, the cracked, broken pain, white hot and evil. Unwanted tears were born and shed down my face as the Prince laughed. A deep, evil, echoing sound.

I called out, my voice wounded, "Please, someone help me! Help!"

Kakarott was calm. "Yell all you want. I’ve banned this wing from the servants and my father is out of town. Too bad for you," he taunted my agony.

Maneuvering his uninjured tail, the Ouji shed the only barrier between us. His pants. I became more frantic, thrashing and squirming in his hold. He punched my square in the face, and all struggle stopped in my daze.

Leaning forward, Kakarott’s hips ground into mine, his engorged member pressing at my unwilling entrance. Slowly, agonizingly, my tight muscles were ripped through, and more tears fell, my useless screams perfuming the air as I struggled my wrists against the stinging energy.

All the tender tissue inside me crying, the Prince rested fully inside my unwilling body. His hips snapped back, roughly thrusting back into me, my own blood the lubricant to this vile act.

Seemingly hours later, I was numb, totally numb. He was finishing, emptying himself inside my body, his teeth grinding through the skin of my neck.

He withdrew moments later, cleaning my blood off of himself of the silken sheets. I lay there, scarlet and blue thighs and hips, waiting for his next painful action.

"Go shower," he grunted, pointing me towards his private bathroom as he absorbed the ki band pulling my wrists.

Vegeta’s POV

I limped into the steaming shower of Kakarott’s room after he had his way and unbound me. I examined myself under the hot spray.

My wrists were bleeding all the way around from my fruitless struggles and surely would scar badly. Some of my hair was missing, three bones in my tail broken, and my neck bitten, a sign of ownership. I was the Prince’s whore.