Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.
A/N: I do realize that I have two concurring unfinished fics going on at the same time as this, but I simply had no choice but to write this. I was challenged and insulted when certain someones said that I couldn't write dark fics. But they are so wrong. So, so wrong. *chuckles* Consider this my really late Halloween fic. Enjoy.
WARNING: Contains rape, yaoi, and eventual enslavement.
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The clawing fingers stroked satin skin mercilessly. Possessive lips bit down on unwilling ones. Deep, throated cries of agony were smothered by a hot unrelenting mouth. Wide eyes were filled with terror as unholy gold discs looked into them. They know what's going to happen. They know the inevitability, and yet they are still defiant. A dark, husky voice whispers into a delicately curved ear, "Don't fight it, Kakarotto. You'll only get hurt."
"No. NO!!" The young body thrashed wildly, trying to shake itself free of the unnatural vice-like grip. He was flipped over onto his stomach, the ground scraping up against his naked body. He felt a long hard shaft slide in between his groins. "N-NO!! STOP!! PLEASE!!" A throaty chuckle followed. Then white-hot agony shot up through his feverish body.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" The blood-curdling scream awakened an ebony haired woman from her slumber. She shrieked, looking around the room in a panic until she saw her husband in the separate bed, shaking uncontrollably. She said in a worried tone, "Goku, are you okay?" She thanked to high heaven that she managed to convince her husband to have a separate bed. He had another nightmare and he might have killed her in the middle of it.
Trying to control himself, Goku rubbed his arms continuously, fighting off the shaking. The dream faded fast but those eyes stayed with him. Haunting his vision, even though his eyes were wide open. "He came again," he whispered unsteadily. "Just like he said he would."
ChiChi demanded hostilely, "Is it your Vegeta dreams again?" Goku numbly nodded, looking straight ahead of him. His wife sighed, "Look Goku. The doctor said that these dreams are just temporary if you take your medecine! You're just reliving some trauma."
Goku protested, "But ChiChi, I never even heard of Vegeta before these dreams started!"
Her eyes quivered, tears threatening to fall, "Goku-" But he wouldn't let her have a say.
"He raped me, ChiChi! I've never been raped before and you know it!" Hot tears streamed down his cheeks, evidence of the agony that he'd been going through for the past month. "He's real," the young saiyajin whispered, "he's trying to make me love him."
"Goku, stop it."
"I don't know why, ChiChi! Does it have something to do with the fact I'm the last saiyajin alive? I don't understand! All I know is that he wants me!"
ChiChi hissed, "Goku! Listen to me!"
"ChiChi, I don't know what to do! He might actually come here next! I can't- "
Finally unable to take it, the ebony haired woman screamed out in pure embittered frustration, "He's not REAL!! It's all in your fucking head!! You're crazy, alright?! Why can't you-" She slowly shook her head, eyes brimming with tears, physical manifestations of her everlasting suffering. "God, Goku, why can't you just accept it?! Accept it, so that you can fucking snap out of it already!"
The muscled warrior stared at the desperate figure next to him, drawn away from him. No, he couldn't accept it. His head turned from his wife and whispered, "He said he's coming for me tomorrow. He wants to take me away."
A deathly silence ensued. Trails of salty tears lined ChiChi's face and she slowly shook her head. She had had enough. After nearly 10 months of this-- shit, she had finally had enough. Her voice quaked as she said, "Goku, our baby can't grow up like this, not with you. You're sick. I'm sorry, Goku, but this has gone too far. I have to send you to the hospital in the morning."
The saiyajin closed his eyes, his expression completely unreadable. He. expected something like this.
When he gave no reply, ChiChi simply gave up and went back under the covers to sleep, her body shaking with silent sobs. She heard the other mattress squeak and shift as her husband rose out of bed with his pillow to go downstairs and sleep on the couch.
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A/N: I do realize that I have two concurring unfinished fics going on at the same time as this, but I simply had no choice but to write this. I was challenged and insulted when certain someones said that I couldn't write dark fics. But they are so wrong. So, so wrong. *chuckles* Consider this my really late Halloween fic. Enjoy.
WARNING: Contains rape, yaoi, and eventual enslavement.
****
The clawing fingers stroked satin skin mercilessly. Possessive lips bit down on unwilling ones. Deep, throated cries of agony were smothered by a hot unrelenting mouth. Wide eyes were filled with terror as unholy gold discs looked into them. They know what's going to happen. They know the inevitability, and yet they are still defiant. A dark, husky voice whispers into a delicately curved ear, "Don't fight it, Kakarotto. You'll only get hurt."
"No. NO!!" The young body thrashed wildly, trying to shake itself free of the unnatural vice-like grip. He was flipped over onto his stomach, the ground scraping up against his naked body. He felt a long hard shaft slide in between his groins. "N-NO!! STOP!! PLEASE!!" A throaty chuckle followed. Then white-hot agony shot up through his feverish body.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" The blood-curdling scream awakened an ebony haired woman from her slumber. She shrieked, looking around the room in a panic until she saw her husband in the separate bed, shaking uncontrollably. She said in a worried tone, "Goku, are you okay?" She thanked to high heaven that she managed to convince her husband to have a separate bed. He had another nightmare and he might have killed her in the middle of it.
Trying to control himself, Goku rubbed his arms continuously, fighting off the shaking. The dream faded fast but those eyes stayed with him. Haunting his vision, even though his eyes were wide open. "He came again," he whispered unsteadily. "Just like he said he would."
ChiChi demanded hostilely, "Is it your Vegeta dreams again?" Goku numbly nodded, looking straight ahead of him. His wife sighed, "Look Goku. The doctor said that these dreams are just temporary if you take your medecine! You're just reliving some trauma."
Goku protested, "But ChiChi, I never even heard of Vegeta before these dreams started!"
Her eyes quivered, tears threatening to fall, "Goku-" But he wouldn't let her have a say.
"He raped me, ChiChi! I've never been raped before and you know it!" Hot tears streamed down his cheeks, evidence of the agony that he'd been going through for the past month. "He's real," the young saiyajin whispered, "he's trying to make me love him."
"Goku, stop it."
"I don't know why, ChiChi! Does it have something to do with the fact I'm the last saiyajin alive? I don't understand! All I know is that he wants me!"
ChiChi hissed, "Goku! Listen to me!"
"ChiChi, I don't know what to do! He might actually come here next! I can't- "
Finally unable to take it, the ebony haired woman screamed out in pure embittered frustration, "He's not REAL!! It's all in your fucking head!! You're crazy, alright?! Why can't you-" She slowly shook her head, eyes brimming with tears, physical manifestations of her everlasting suffering. "God, Goku, why can't you just accept it?! Accept it, so that you can fucking snap out of it already!"
The muscled warrior stared at the desperate figure next to him, drawn away from him. No, he couldn't accept it. His head turned from his wife and whispered, "He said he's coming for me tomorrow. He wants to take me away."
A deathly silence ensued. Trails of salty tears lined ChiChi's face and she slowly shook her head. She had had enough. After nearly 10 months of this-- shit, she had finally had enough. Her voice quaked as she said, "Goku, our baby can't grow up like this, not with you. You're sick. I'm sorry, Goku, but this has gone too far. I have to send you to the hospital in the morning."
The saiyajin closed his eyes, his expression completely unreadable. He. expected something like this.
When he gave no reply, ChiChi simply gave up and went back under the covers to sleep, her body shaking with silent sobs. She heard the other mattress squeak and shift as her husband rose out of bed with his pillow to go downstairs and sleep on the couch.
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