Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ or any of its characters.
Warnings: Various degrees and types of trauma, psychological, rape, violence, possible yaoi, sexual situations, etc. All that good stuff.
A Soft Sob in the Dark
Frieza's Ship
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Vegeta pressed his back against the cold steel wall and listened, eyes locked upon the door before him. Waited. His ragged breaths created a rhythm with the blood pounding in his ears and he clenched his fists in frustration, knowing that the noise would hinder his ability to hear them coming. Sweat trickled down his forehead in sticky trails and dripped into his eyes, making the door blur and melt. He raised his arms and swiped a gloved hand across his face. Blinked away the sting of salt.
Waited.
And then he heard it, just beyond the door. The steady tapping echoe of footsteps against the metal floor. His heart leapt into his throat, choking him as adrenaline pumped through his body and for a moment he thought about running, somehow escaping the formidable prison of his room before they found him. Before they took him away. Before they could bring him to that cold darkness. To him.
But Vegeta knew better than that. Escape was impossible and even if he did they would find him again. He would find him again. He always did.
The footsteps stopped outside the door.
Vegeta closed his eyes.
"Never again," the prince whispered in the dark, "Not ever again."
And the door opened.