******A/N******

I want to go ahead and thank That's-My-Bulma for her help during the beginning of this story, finding a name for Saiyan Otherworld would have been much more difficult without your creative mind!

I also want to thank my beta readers (Miragulix, DianaeFox, Grammar Girl, and Pandanare) for looking over, commenting, and giving me the motivation I needed to finish this story (especially during and after my writer's block). I'm so glad you all were able to help me out!

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This Fic was written for the Vegebulocracy Big Bang Event 2018. Feel free to look at the entire collection on AO3 here : /collections/vegebulocracybigbang2018

******Vegeta******

Vegeta fell onto his cot completely exhausted from the day's events. Today had been especially hard on the Saiyan Prince. The purging of 2 planets in a hazardous solar system had not gone in the timely manner Lord Frieza had ordered. They had only been given a week. One. Measly. Week.

Most planets on the far side of the universe took at least 5 days to purge. Most of the inhabitants in this quadrant were known to be warriors with keen Ki abilities. The Saiyans were strong, sure, but with only 3 to take on these warriors, there was no way they would have succeeded. Frieza knew that.

Frieza had sent them on the suicide mission in hopes of finally ridding himself of the "monkeys" he had trained to decimate in his name. The Saiyans were powerful – too powerful if anyone dared to ask Frieza. As always, Vegeta surprised him – leading his last 2 loyal subjects and exceeding his expectations with their survival. They needed to be punished, according to Frieza.

Broken and beaten, the Saiyans completed their mission in just 9 days. With the deadline surpassed, Frieza took it upon himself to make sure they understood their error – complete the task when expected or die trying. Vegeta had taken the most damage from Frieza. His back broken, internal hemorrhaging to the point of baffling the doctors stationed on board the battlecruiser, and far more fractures than they could count.

It took only 3 hours in a tank to get him healed enough to live without permanent damage but was pulled out to suffer the remainder of his healing per Frieza's orders. His cot was damp from a combination of the regen fluid still soaking his clothes and blood from the cuts that had reopened from the harsh handling by Zarbon when he was yanked out of the tank and tossed like a rag doll across the infirmary.

Sleep. He just wanted to sleep and never wake up. The pain was unbearable and for once in his 18 years of life, he would actually except some pain medication if anyone offered. Nappa and Raditz had been fortunate enough to be left in the regeneration tanks to heal, leaving Vegeta to enjoy a peaceful night without Nappa's snoring or the sounds of Raditz having a ship whore in his bed. Everything began to throb, and his eyes blurred from the sudden uprising of his tears.

His senses began to dull as the exhaustion, or perhaps a concussion began to drag him to sleep. The sounds of the ship, the men walking by the barracks and the engines that kept the artificial gravity and oxygen at normal levels, soon became muted.

Darkness surrounded him – his limp body floating in a vast empty space before a sudden fog engulfed him. Vegeta found himself walking in the dense, white fog in search of a way out. He raised his Ki causing the fog to be blown away and reveal several paths. Eight paths, each a deep shade of a different color. He was confused. What was the purpose of these paths? Where do they lead?

Vegeta was wary as he selected the first path to his right. The brown path. It went on for what felt like miles until a light began to shine at the end. He began sprinting towards the light in hopes of a way out.

The path came to an end at a glowing doorway and apprehension stalled Vegeta from moving forward. Was he dreaming, or had he somehow fallen down some strange, black hole? Everything felt so real, his skin covered by goosebumps due to the eerie, humid atmosphere and the mild gust of air coming through the doorway.

"What the Hell is this place?" he wondered out loud as he took a final glimpse at his surroundings. The only way out seemed to be right in front of him, yet he thought back to the other paths, wondering if they too, led to doorways.

With his guard up, Vegeta took one final, deep breath and passed through the doorway. The light dissipated slowly. Vegeta opened his eyes to find himself lying on a bed, a soft bed at that, blinking the bright light away. It was sunny, the warm rays of sunlight hitting his face in a way he had never felt before. This…. place, this… alternate reality felt peaceful.

He forced himself to sit up and was shocked at not feeling an ounce of pain. For once, he wasn't starving the moment he sat up from a night's sleep. For once in his miserable existence, he actually felt good. Vegeta looked around the room and tried to remember if this was a place he had been at some point in his life. The room was filled with extravagant décor, flowers, and…. women?

'What the fuck?'

Several girls made their way over and began helping him out of the bed, dressing him as they went on about what the chefs had prepared for breakfast. Something felt off. Vegeta couldn't move. It was as if he had no control over his body and when he tried to speak…. nothing.

It was as if he was seeing through someone else's eyes. He could feel everything that touched him but was at the whims of the host body. When a question finally rang out from his lips the voice had been so jarring that he was suddenly pulled from his dream and back to his cot.

The damp cot rattled as Vegeta shook to life and almost immediately regretted stirring so quickly. His muscles tensed after waking so rapidly and the pain caught him by surprise. For a brief moment, all he could do was moan in agony as he forced himself to man up and accept the pain as a sign of life.

'What the fuck just happened? Where…. where was I? Was I just…. a woman?'

Vegeta took several deep breaths in an attempt to regain his composure. It was a dream. It was just a dream. It had to be! He laid there silently and listened to his surroundings. Yup, this was real. The sounds of the engines, the other soldiers walking past the room without caring to keep their volume down, and Raditz at the other end of the room…. purring?

'Hm? When did he get in here?'

He closed his eyes and tried to force himself back to sleep, hoping that maybe this time he wouldn't wake up, but the scent of a female wafted over him. He curled his lip into a sneer and he tried his best to ignore it – the sound of a soft moan breaking his will.

He turned his head slightly, keeping his eyes cracked just enough to focus on the other bed and the 2 figures moving about. Raditz had brought in another female, this one seemed to be the one Vegeta had secretly pined over for several weeks now.

'Damn it!'

He should have known Raditz would have taken an interest in her as well. She worked in the kitchens and had often eyed him with bright pink eyes. Vegeta had been torn in an internal battle of whether he would make a move or not - guess that's off the table now. He'd be damned if he was ever seen taking someone else's leftovers. Frieza would kill him either way.

Vegeta watched as Raditz tried his best not to make too much noise and encouraged the woman to do the same. He knew Vegeta hated it when he brought females into their room - waking him up and causing him to have a frustrated hard-on. He would often hiss a slew of death threats and occasionally shoot several low-powered Ki balls at him and the bitch, but he was starting to think that Raditz had a kink for the danger.

He watched quietly and curiously as Raditz caused her to hold back moans using only his tongue – his face buried between her thighs as she arched her back and rocked her hips into him. Her half-lidded eyes fell on him and she smiled gently. Had she noticed him watching? Or was she thinking of him? Vegeta somewhat hoped it was the latter, stroking his ego nicely but quickly tossed the thought.

A woman like her clearly liked men who were experienced in carnal pleasures, something he didn't even think about unless it was pushed in front of him by Raditz. He could feel her eyes still burning into him as he tried to keep up his sleeping ruse, not wanting to let it be known that he had been watching. Unfortunately, it was too late to realize that there was a sizable tent in his battle suit. She must have seen it.

'Shit.'

He slowly moved his eyes to hers – her gasps and moans seemingly louder than before – and made contact. She had noticed him watching. He laid still, not knowing what he should do. He had been caught but the female didn't seem to mind, in fact, she only winked and returned her attention back to Raditz.

Vegeta hated this – hated feeling like he needed to rut but knowing that it would be his end. He wouldn't stoop low enough to pleasure himself though, he was a Prince for Kai sake! He let out a small huff through his nose and closed his eyes to ignore them. Maybe he would even turn his back on them and let the pain knock him unconscious. But then….

"Please Raditz…. I …. I need you…."

The female had used a soft murmur, but every word felt like it had been whispered into his ear, his pent-up mind changing the name that had left her lips from "Raditz" to "Vegeta."

He once again opened his eyes just enough to watch them again, telling himself this was for the sake of education. A visual lesson in how to please a woman.

Raditz sat up on his haunches, looking down on the woman with a prideful smirk. He always loved hearing them beg for him. With one swift movement, he lifted the small female onto his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist as she wiggled herself down onto his length. The pleasure-filled sigh that escaped their lips made Vegeta tense, his hard length painfully asking for a taste of what he was watching.

The woman let out needy moans, no longer even trying to hold back since she knew Vegeta was wide awake. Raditz moved her easily, thrusting in and out gently in a slow pace to build her up – wanting nothing more than to have her beg for more again. Vegeta started to breathe in tandem with the two, gasping when they did and fighting the urge to join Raditz in lustfully growling at the woman as she bounced herself on the hard, Saiyan cock.

He almost hadn't noticed when the two switched positions, she was now on her knees and rested her chest on the bed, her face now looking in his direction. He again tried to ignore her, not wanting to make it obvious that he was enjoying the sight, but he couldn't help himself. She was staring right at him, each moan and dirty word leaving her lips seemingly aimed at him, calling him to look at her and enjoy her as Raditz did.

'The bitch must be insane if she thought for a second that she would be able to handle two Saiyans at the same time.' The room suddenly felt like a furnace – had he really thought that? Would he ever have the gall to get up and just join in for the sake of relief that he so often denied himself? No, he'd likely just take the bitch out from under Raditz, literally.

Raditz became louder, obviously nearing his climax and the woman joined suit when Vegeta finally gave in to her heated gaze. She clearly enjoyed being watched. He watched her eyes roll back and mouth drop open impossibly wide as she finally let out a loud scream.

"OH YES!"

BOOM! SLAM!

Vegeta jumped at the sudden entrance of Nappa, loudly laughing as the surprise caused Raditz to pull out and cum all over his clean sheets – something he wouldn't be able to replace for a week thanks to housekeeping hating them as it was for always getting in bed filthy and covered in blood.

"GODDAMN IT, NAPPA!" Vegeta yelled. The vein in his forehead throbbing as the pain from his injuries shot through his body – curling him up into the fetal position and, thankfully, covering the evidence of his need.

The room came to a halt as the dark aura around Vegeta began to expand across the room. The woman quickly grabbed her clothes and darted from the room without looking back.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!" Vegeta roared, unleashing several Ki blasts at the idiots for waking him up. They tried to dodge but the room was far too small to make a getaway. Nappa took a shot directly to the face and Raditz took one to the lower abdomen, immediately burning off most of the pubic hair.

Vegeta berated the assholes as he usually did and rolled over to leave the cleaning to them. Both heads pounded with the events of the night still haunting his exhausted mind. This had to all be a dream. A stupid, hormonal, shameless dream.

******One Week Later******

Vegeta had finally healed enough to be given another mission with another impossible deadline to accompany it. His body still ached but it wasn't anything he wasn't used to by now. Frieza had been kind enough to allow him back into the infirmary after he spiked a high fever from an impending infection.

As much as Frieza hated it – and boy did he mention hating it – he still needed Vegeta to live in order to keep the other two in order, not that they would be much trouble for Frieza. Vegeta knew the rumors, knew Dodoria had already told Frieza that the two larger Saiyans actually had quite the following of their own and could easily spark an uprising…. if they had the brains to figure it out. So, they were all kept under watchful eye…. for now.

The planet was a disgusting orange color with a pink sky and dark Grey foliage. It was vomit inducing. The 3 Saiyans looked over the horizon while perched on a cliff. 15 hours. Frieza wanted this entire planet "cleansed" in just 15 hours. Had Vegeta been in his prime and not still recovering from his previous injuries, 15 hours might have actually been doable. The planet had no signs of high-power levels, but it was overpopulated.

Raditz and Nappa would have their work cut out for them on this mission. Vegeta took a shallow breath as his lungs ached from the cold air and suppressed a wet cough. Perfect. Just what he needed – a lung infection of some sort.

"15 hours starting now. You two will pick up my slack and no one rests until we're finished," said Vegeta in his most imperial tone.

"Can't we just destroy everything and be done with it?" asked Raditz.

"Because Lord Frieza demanded we leave as much of the natural habitat intact," sighed Nappa almost exasperated. This would not be easy at all.

14 hours later, the killing had been done. None of the Saiyans had taken any damage from any defensive attacks but Vegeta had still gone down several times. His body on the verge of giving out even now while Raditz was vaporizing the corpses nearby. It would be a stretch now but at the very least they would be done in 3 more hours. Maybe Frieza would have mercy on them and let them live for passing the deadline.

'Pffft! As if that would ever happen!' Thought Vegeta.

"Pick up the pace! We only have an hour left and I don't want to pass the deadline!" he barked as his legs began to give out.

Raditz pressed on, straining to force out more energy in order to comply with Vegeta's demands while Nappa appeared hauling another load of bodies to toss onto the pile.

"That should be the last of them, Vegeta. I can do another sweep, but it would take about 15 minutes," stated Nappa. He didn't want to do another sweep. Not again. Not with having used 90% of his energy during the eradication and now would have to use the remainder to finish the job and drag himself into the space pod.

Exhaustion began to weigh down on the 3 Saiyans as they used every bit of their energy to finish the job. 17 hours. 2 hours past the deadline. Fuck.

Vegeta called into base and confirmed that the job was complete. He was given a quick warning from Saffron, the dispatcher, that they had t-minus 20 minutes to get the Hell off that planet before Frieza's destruction order was fulfilled. Claimed the lizard said it was, "motivation to do better if they survived."

Perfect. Just what they needed. A death threat. Vegeta contemplated whether or not he should even say anything but, of course, his pride wouldn't let him go out like that. Like a coward.

Someday, he would defeat the tyrant or die on his own terms, in battle like a true Warrior. At least then he'd be able to meet his father in Oninvhal, the Otherworld of Warriors.

He turned to his men and gave the warning. Luckily, they were only a few feet away from their pods. They dragged their tired carcasses to the pods and initiated the launch sequence, blasting off out of the atmosphere just in time to see the enormous Ki ball headed down from a military ship.

All that time, all that energy, all that effort – wasted. It was all for nothing but that damned Frieza's amusement. Vegeta gnashed his teeth together and slammed a fist into the console, initiating the hyper-sleep gas. When he awoke, he'd be on base to face the lizard and his punishment.

His eyes became too heavy and Vegeta found himself engulfed in a thick fog. He glanced around as his body seemingly floated through the fog in no general direction. This seemed…. familiar. Yet, he couldn't place it. Couldn't remember why his brain itched with the sensation of having been here before.

The fog carried him and Vegeta reveled in it. Enjoying the weightlessness of his body. Enjoying how pain-free he was. He hadn't noted the constant pain he had been in, seemingly having gotten used to the familiar aches all over his body even when he was in a rather healthy state.

The sudden brush of ground across his knuckles rousing him from his enjoyment. When had he begun floating on his back? His arms hung down wide, his head lulled back and his legs quickly dragging on the ground like his knuckles.

He finally touched the ground completely and laid there for several minutes, trying to enjoy every second of pain-free relaxation. He had never felt this relaxed in all his life. Not even as a child had he ever felt this luxury, being forced to start training until every muscle was sore the moment he began walking.

It wasn't until he heard a giggle that he opened his eyes and sat up. His body feeling cold and drenched from the thick fog still roving over him. The giggle was light and very feminine, causing Vegeta to look around nervously. He'd never been alone with a female as of yet and he knew what that type of giggling meant from listening to Raditz flirt with the ship slaves.

He gulped audibly and began following the sound until the feeling of déjà vu hit him full force. In front of him, the deep colored paths were revealed as the fog dissipated into nothing. He suddenly remembered the brown path and where it led him. Remembered that his guard had been so up that he hadn't noticed how relaxing and pain-free it felt to be here.

The giggle rang through his ears. It was coming from the dark green path. He followed the sound, the path winding and growing thinner as he walked eventually ending at another door. This time the door was cracked open, the light from the other side shining on one side of his features.

The giggle was louder this time and was followed by a lustful, "wake up, my Prince."

"M-me?" he asked aloud as he looked around for anyone else she could be talking to.

He didn't want to wake up, he felt so…. safe. It was a strange feeling to him, to feel like nothing could hurt him, but he liked it. There was no danger, no pain, but most importantly, no Frieza.

She called to him again and this time his curiosity got the best of him. He opened the door, hesitating for only a small moment before walking through and being blinded by the light.

He blinked for several moments, as if to wipe the sleep from his eyes. The room was bright, definitely not the space pod he had fallen asleep in, and to his left lay a female. She was smiling at him with adoration, her red hair falling around her face in soft looking tendrils. Her soft green eyes looking away shyly as he openly stared at her, realizing that she was nude.

"Did you sleep well, my Prince?" she asked softly.

He only nodded, afraid to speak and say something wrong.

"Would you like me to give you your morning pleasure?"

His eyes widened slightly and his mouth began to water. She was beautiful enough, but would it be wrong to take advantage of her? Was this still a dream or had he somehow been taken to a different plane of existence?

He licked his lips and threw caution to the wind. His body felt good and a woman would probably feel even better. He'd watched Raditz enough times while feigning sleep, so he was sure he'd be able to figure out how to please her as well.

Nodding once again, Vegeta watched the woman sit up with a smile and lean in for a kiss. She didn't spend too much time on his lips before trailing down his jaw and neck, the erection he didn't know he had made itself known with a twitch. He hummed in pleasure as she paid attention to each nipple before working her way down once again.

She gave him a seductive smile once she reached his belly button, his hard-on gently resting next to her neck as she slowly lowered herself more. Vegeta held his breath in anticipation and couldn't believe this was happening to him.

'A dream. This is all a dream. A very, very convincing dream,' he thought to himself as she rose up just enough to place a kiss on his tip.

Vegeta lost himself to the pleasure, letting his eyes roll back as moans were coaxed out of him. This was unlike anything he could have ever imagined! His hand couldn't compare to this, not by a long shot!
He didn't even care whose body and life he seemed to have taken over, but he wasn't complaining. The woman had called him Prince, had willingly offered herself to pleasure him! This was the life that had been taken from him…. The life he'd never get to have thanks to Frieza….

He was on the verge of climax when the woman slowed her ministrations, pulling her mouth away to ask if she could cum with him. He once again nodded, avoiding the use of his voice in case he couldn't speak properly or worse – his own voice seeped through.

She sat up between his legs, stretching her neck from side to side before looking at him with a salacious grin. He watched her slowly crawl up his body – or the body he was borrowing at the moment – panting in anticipation. She raised herself up, her full breasts bouncing as she flipped her hair back and positioned him at her entrance. His eyes dropped down to watch as she inched her moist center down….

*BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEP!*

"LANDING SEQUENCE INITIATED! BRACE FOR LANDING!"

Vegeta's eyes shot open as the pod alerts began screeching into his ear. He looked around confused – where was the redhead? Did it really happen? Was he really that close to bedding a woman?

The Pod. He was in the pod….no woman in sight…. with a throbbing erection. Great.

He sat back in his seat and tried to remember the details of the woman's body and the way she had made him feel. Would he have time to relieve himself before landing? No. He wouldn't lower himself to that desperate act of carnal pleasure – however tempting it was – on account of a dream. The woman hadn't even been that good-looking if he were to be honest with himself.

Perhaps he'd take Raditz up on the "wingman" offer once they got back to base – if he survived the meeting with Frieza that is.

******Base******

"WORTHLESS MONKEY!" Frieza yelled as he kicked Vegeta across the rib cage, sending him flying into the furthest wall from the throne. "I give you three a simple task and you failed! I was even generous enough to give you double the time I would have asked of you since you seemed to be in such a deplorable condition."

Vegeta coughed up blood and he could have sworn he even saw a few bone pieces that may have chipped off from the force of the kick. He wanted to shout back. Shout that his condition was Frieza's fault in the first place – but he only wheezed and sputtered. His lungs feeling like they could both collapse at any given moment.

"I'm putting you insignificant apes on unpaid leave until you are fully recovered. The use of a regeneration tank is forbidden as that would defeat the purpose of my punishment. When you return to duty I pray, for your sake, that I won't have to destroy any planets. You are dismissed!" smirked Frieza with a sip of his wine.

Nappa and Raditz walked to aid Vegeta but were quickly given the "I don't need your goddamn help" scowl. They waited as Vegeta slowly worked through the pain, lifting himself to his feet and standing proudly - hissing out a "Yes, Lord Frieza" before making his exit.

Raditz walked directly behind Vegeta and Nappa to his left as he walked along the wall to the barracks – too proud to let anyone see him falter. It wasn't until he reached their assigned room that he collapsed on the floor, almost before the door could close behind them. The two Saiyan giants wasted no time in getting the med kit they kept in their shared bathroom and getting their Prince to his cot.

His body relaxed, the pounding of his head and the pressure surrounding his lungs beginning to drift away. He could still hear his men bustling about the room, rushing to grab what was needed to ensure that their Prince would survive. Soon, all he could hear was the high pitch whine of his ears attempting to drown out all noise.

"Again? What is this place? Why does this keep happening?"

Vegeta walked to stand before the split paths, his mind nagging him to be wary of his surroundings as he waited for the fog to reveal the possibilities.

"Have I been bewitched in some way? How did this even happen? The first time was… was after the Planet Sleuvia mission! The stupid sloth creature had touched me! Used the cover of darkness to sneak past Nappa and grab me in my sleep!"

His eye twitched and he bared his teeth – a rough, aggressive growl reverberated through his chest before booming out from between his tightly clenched teeth as he thought back to the planet he had once purged.

"It must have been that…. that THING! It must have given me something that allows me to possess others! Its…. its…. hmmm…."

In mid-tirade – if that could even be called one – Vegeta began to truly process the gift he was given. He had been on that planet for 2 days, destroying every living thing in sight, and yet…. the sloth creature had come to him. Touched him. Passed on this strange gift and for what?

Vegeta still killed the damned thing, still destroyed its entire world. Why would it have given him this ability?

As the thoughts swirled around in his head, he couldn't help but divide the pros and cons if his situation. On the one hand: he had no clue how long or when these episodes would last. On the other: well…. he felt at peace. No pain, no company unless he so chose to enter a doorway, and perhaps the most obvious pro: he could be someone else.

Someone who wasn't a planet destroyer – someone who wasn't a slave.

Sure, the fighting during the purge missions had always gotten his blood pumping, but where was the honor in fighting lesser beings? The honor of fighting a worthy adversary to the death and eventually reaching Oninvhal the way a true Warrior should, instead of fearing his oppressor would finally tire himself of him and take his life. The disgrace!

Would it be bad? To be someone else and actually enjoy a part of his miserable life? To be able to actually feel a woman's touch without so much as fearing that he'd spawn a child that Frieza could murder or worse… use it as a bargaining chip the same way he had done with him?

He glanced down at the paths and wondered for a split second if there were any consequences to this gift, but quickly squashed the thought. Of course, there wouldn't be consequences, he wasn't those people. What he did while inside of them was their problem after he left. It's not like he knew these people.

A wicked smirk appeared on his lips as he chose yet another path to walk. This time, he would be sure to take complete advantage. Nothing was off limits!

For the first time in his life, he could look forward to something. As simple as it sounded to those who were unaware of his misadventures, he could actually get away with looking forward to sleeping. In his dreams – these dreams – he was free.