So… yeah. A bit of a ripoff of Prison Break, but I blame YOU for this, Ana! You and your damned ninja squirrels sneaking into my head at all hours of the night, driving me batshit crazy until I plop my ass in front of the screen and start typing!
So basically, Nappa and Vegeta are prisoners for pissing the wrong people off. They ARE Saiyan warriors, but their ki abilities are controlled with ki cuffs around their wrists. Our favorite blue bombshell is the prison doctor, and as usual… my favorite OTP is at work, here. Oh yeah, Nappa and Ami… Prison Break style.
Oh! And just a double-shot! Almost done with the last half, I swear it! And T for now, though there are mentions of things typical of the prison system. Rated M for SMUUUUUUT next chapter!
"Prisoner eighty-eight! Time for your conjugal!"
"Pass!" Nappa shouted as usual, not even looking away from the pull-up bar he was currently gazing over as he kept flexing with one arm.
The same question always came next, and his lips twitched up in a smirk when he heard it. "Prisoner, eighty-eight, that's the eighth week in a row… do you need a trip to the infirmary or something? You feeling ok?"
"Sure I could use a trip," Nappa muttered softly enough that only his prince could hear him, who in turn laughed his ass off. "Yeah, guard… now that you mention it, I haven't felt too hot lately." Dropping from the bar and onto his feet, he gestured towards it for the prince's benefit. "All yours, Vegeta. Looks like I got a date," he added in a whisper and with a waggle of his brows.
"You are one strange motherfucker, Nappa. Any chance at taking Nappa's conjugal, guard? I could always use some pussy," Vegeta chuckled. "And I'd hate to keep a lady waiting."
"No, Prisoner eighty-seven , you had a conjugal two days ago. Shut your mouth or I'll put you in the Hole. Eighty-eight, come with me, I'll escort you to the Doc."
"Thanks." Nappa kept the appropriate distance and managed to school his face so that he wasn't grinning like an idiot, and he waited outside while the guard consulted with the prison physician.
"Alright, go on in. Wait here when you're finished and the Doc will page someone to take you back to your cell," the guard ordered.
"Sit," the Doc ordered the moment he walked in. "Take off your shirt and pants and cover up with the sheet on the exam table."
Nappa did as he was told with a cheesy little grin on his face; well, well, well… so the Doc was gonna give him a full work-up this time? Hells yes! "All covered up, Doc," he called.
"Nappa?" The Doc came in from the washroom then and blinked in surprise. "The guard didn't say it was you. You're having some problems of a sexual nature, then?"
He couldn't even answer as she walked in, her words not even hitting his ears. He was too busy admiring that shoulder-length blue hair, the cute way her nose scrunched up whenever her glasses slipped down, the hint of soft curves beneath her scrubs and her lab coat. He'd felt those curves a couple times whenever she'd doctored him up in the past; Nappa and the Doc had had plenty of experience with stitches and concussions.
"Wow, you're really out of it today, big man. You didn't hear a word I said, did you?"
Looking at her nametag, Nappa asked the same question he'd asked dozens of times. "What's the 'A' stand for, Doc?"
Ami looked down at her tag. A. Mizuno, Physician. "You can guess, but I'll never tell you," she huffed as she usually did. The prisoners were always asking that, or hitting on her, or stripping her down with their eyes. Nappa was different; he was always a gentleman and seemed fairly intelligent whenever they talked… he just had a higher tendency than most to get shanked by the inmates in cellblock D. With good reason, though. He'd explained that his cellmate was also his prince and that he'd raised the man like a son. And that prince also happened to be a little shorter than most men. Physically, all the men in cellblock E were strong since they were all warriors, but with the ki-dampening cuffs donning each of their wrists, they had to rely on only their muscles and their wits just like every other inmate.
And that left his prince at a disadvantage, and made him a target for some of the inmates on the next cellblock over.
Ami had done Vegeta's last physical, and while she found him a little crude, he was also highly intelligent. He was also an anal virgin, which meant Nappa had done his job in keeping the prince safe. There was no way a man as small as him wouldn't have some damage if he'd been penetrated, and since Vegeta had lacked any evidence of past or present tearing, he was obviously still untouched… which was rare for a prisoner his size.
She'd also mentioned Nappa to the crown prince of the Saiyans and had only received a grunt… but there had been a flicker of affection and gratitude there, so she'd let the subject lie; so long as she wasn't constantly sewing up Vegeta's cellmate for nothing, she was alright with it. The prince was grateful, so it was worth it.
"So… what seems to be the problem?" She asked lightly, taking a seat on her stool, not at all wary of the closeness between them as she would be with any other inmate. Nappa was a big old fucking puppy; he'd never hurt a fly, let alone her. Well, unless she was trying to take his prince in the ass, that is.
"Eh… the guard thinks there's a problem," Nappa snorted. "I just went along with it to get out of the yard." And to spend some time with her, but she definitely didn't need to know that.
"The guard says that you've turned down conjugals for the last eight weeks," Ami stated professionally as she crinkled her nose and pushed her glasses up, studying his chart, totally missing the warm look he gave her when she made that familiar face that he thought of as adorable. "Are you feeling any pain in your groin at all? Your genitals seem fine?"
"Right as rain, Doc. I'm just not interested in the conjugals. They may be clean space whores that get their checkups through you, but they're still space whores." And Nappa didn't want a whore… he wanted a certain, petite, blue-haired MD.
"Hm… well…" She crinkled her nose again as her glasses slipped down her nose and flipped a few pages to check his files. "You're about due for your physical, and I need to take your stitches out, anyway. How's the leg healing?"
"Just fine, Doc, thanks. Here," he offered, hiking up the sheet to expose his thigh. "Go to it, I know the drill," he chuckled.
Normally, Ami would have called a guard in for this, but her and Nappa had been through stitching and stitch removal so many times unchaperoned that she didn't think about it as she examined the long gash in his upper inner thigh and delicately drew her fingertips over it. "Any pain?"
"Nah," he replied, unable to stop his beast from purring softly as she continued to examine the area with her bare hand. Ah… now this was heaven… and far better than any stupid fucking conjugal visit with a space whore. He'd trade that for having the Doc touching his thigh platonically any day. "Sorry," he snorted, when she looked up and tapped his chest, right over the area where his purr box was located. "Can't help it."
"Maybe a conjugal would be a good idea, Nappa," she advised. "If you're purring over something as simple as a woman examining a wound, you could probably use the physical relief. Hell… and not just any woman," she chuckled. "Me. I think you're getting a little desperate!"
She said that as if she…? Nappa blinked at that in surprise. Wow, she really had no fucking clue, did she? Didn't she feel the pull he'd felt when he'd first been brought in, bleeding out from a stab wound to the chest? Shit, he'd made eye contact with her, and he'd thought he'd died and gone to heaven when she downright fucking ordered him not to die on her. There'd been no time for gloves, either, and if he hadn't been bleeding out, he would have been immensely turned on by the sight of his blood covering her to the elbows as if she was some sort of blue-haired Saiyan warrior.
"Are you offering to take care of my conjugal for me, Doc?"
Ami gaped at that; never had Nappa made sexual comments directed at her, but she realized he was joking when he cracked a cheesy grin and laughed. "None of that," she said primly, lightly smacking his bicep. "Alright, hold still," she said after a few more light touches around his stitches. She put on some gloves then and got out the proper tools, ordering him to hold still as she snipped and drew the stitches carefully out of his skin. "Gods, Nappa… twenty stitches this time. I hope it was worth it."
"Anything for my prince," he said flatly. "Vegeta's safety is worth my life, Doc. We've been through this."
"You're a good man," Ami replied as she continued to work, setting the threads to the side on a clean tray as she removed them. "Not many would take a shiv in the chest like that for a friend. At least… not in here."
"Thanks, Doc. Coming from you, that means something." Nappa sighed in contentment when she flashed him a little smile and bent for a better angle, giving him a nice view of her cleavage. All the stab wounds from Vegeta were totally worth it, just to get a visit with the Doc. Hopefully, she'd never find out that a lot of his injuries were on purpose as of late; everyone on cellblock D knew better than to fuck with him at this point, and he was starting to have to get hurt on purpose just to see her.
"There, all done," she finally said. "Need a painkiller?"
"Nah, I'm good. Might need one after the physical, though," he admitted with a grimace. "You're not seriously going to…?"
"Yup. If you want to get it out of the way now…?" Ami washed her hands right there at the sink, changed gloves, and pulled out a tube of lubricant.
"Ugh… dear fucking gods I hate this part." Nappa stood then and tried not to clench; normally her hands on his ass would have had him rock hard, but not when he knew what was about to happen. "Be gentle," he whimpered.
"Oh, relax, you big baby. My fingers aren't even that—" She went on ahead and did what she had to do while she was talking, she'd been through this with plenty of prisoners before and knew to just get it out of the way. "—big," she finished when he clenched up and his hands gripped the exam table hard. "Hang on," she chuckled.
"At least it's a beautiful woman in my ass and not some hairy-ass bear of a man," Nappa said in an attempt at levity, despite the whimper to his voice. "Ah! Damn, Doc!" He hissed in a mix of pain and pleasure as she moved deeper.
"Found your prostate," she informed him. "Just hold still, and… yup. Everything seems normal. Pulling out." She removed her hand then and discarded her gloves, immediately washing her hands again.
"Damn, baby..." Nappa gasped and shook his head as he tried not to laugh and cry at the same time. "Could've at least given me a reach-around."
"Not like I haven't heard that one," she chuckled as she turned back around to find him wincing as he sat back down, holding the sheet over his lap. And apparently he had a partial arousal, too. "It's normal," she said quickly when his cheeks actually colored a little. "I pressed on your prostate, after all. You ok?" She asked gently when he fidgeted and winced again.
"Hurts," he admitted with a brighter blush. "I've been violated by a woman half my size," he whined.
Ami went to a cabinet and unlocked it, noted something in a chart, and returned with a little white cup and a glass of water. "Here, you big baby," she cooed, squeezing his shoulder affectionately.
He took the pills without any typical male posturing and gave her a grateful nod as he handed the cup back to her. "It's normal?" He grumbled as he glanced down at the lump in the sheet. Thank the gods he was only partially hard, he would have been really embarrassed to wind up as hard as human arithmetic from having her fingers in his ass.
"Totally. I've had patients ejaculate from it before, so don't worry, Nappa. It's a very natural reaction. Ready for the next part?" She asked cheerily in an attempt to relax him. "I promise that this part won't hurt a bit."
"Turn my head and cough?"
"Yup. Ready?" Waiting for his consent before proceeding, Ami slipped her hand beneath the sheet and grasped his testes. "Kay." She shrugged and released him after he'd coughed a couple times, discarded her gloves, washed up again, and returned to her clipboard. "Everything seems fine, Nappa. When was the last time you ejaculated?"
He blushed hotly at that and bunched the sheet up a bit over his hard on, thank the gods that she hadn't even looked. "Two nights ago."
"Hm, well… everything's fine then, unless you had any problems getting aroused or achieving orgasm?" Ami looked up then and sighed as she gave him a reassuring smile. "Nappa, I'm your doctor. I'm going to ask these types of questions during a physical, you know that."
"I know." But what she didn't know was that he'd had no problem getting hard as he'd thought about her, and even less of a problem coming as he'd imagined her beneath him, her legs locked around his waist and her throat exposed in total submission to him as she cried out in ecstasy. "Like I said, everything's fine downstairs, Doc. I'm just not interested in whores."
"You're more into something with meaning, then," she answered professionally; after all, she had a degree in psychology as well, one among many others.
"I guess you could say that, Doc."
Ami couldn't help but feel sad for him at that; Nappa was a nice guy for a prisoner, but he and Vegeta were serving a life sentence for pissing off the wrong people. Nappa would never find a meaningful relationship behind bars… he was destined to be alone for the rest of his very long life. "Sorry, Nappa. I really am. Simply put, that sucks," she said softly.
"You have no idea, Doc," Nappa sighed. "Come on, make with the rest of the exam, these pain killers are starting to turn me into an emotional sap."
Ami nodded and pulled out her stethoscope, listened to his heart and his breathing, then took his vital signs. She normally did that first during an exam, but usually getting the rectal exam out of the way helped prisoners relax and she could get more accurate vitals that way. "You know, Nappa… I'm also the prison psychologist. If you need to talk, I wouldn't mind squeezing you in for an appointment. I'm fairly booked," she explained.
"I'll think about it, Doc," Nappa said with a little shrug. The idea of seeing her more often was wonderful, but the notion of spilling his guts to her made him a little sick to his stomach. He had no chance with the Doc, that was for sure, and if she found out, she'd likely transfer his chart to the male doctor that took care of cellblocks A through C. "Thanks for the offer, though," he added, risking a gentle pat to her back. "I appreciate the fact that you actually give a shit."
"Of course I do, Nappa." She gave his hand a squeeze then and rolled her eyes when he motioned for her to turn around so he could dress; he was always so modest around her, not at all like the other prisoners. What a gentleman, she giggled to herself.
"Ok, done," Nappa rumbled from behind her, grateful that his arousal had deflated.
Ami stuck head outside to call a guard to escort him, informed him that Nappa had received a generous pain killer and should lie down in his bunk for the rest of the evening, then turned back to give him a warm smile. "Remember, Nappa. If you want to talk, just come and see me. Forget the appointment, you can just come up like you're getting stitches for the millionth time."
"Thanks, Doc. Like I said, I'll think about it."
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"You didn't come back to the yard."
Nappa didn't even look up as he simply enjoyed the euphoria that came with the prison pain killers. At least his ass didn't hurt, anymore. "Jeice watch your back?"
"Yeah, no problems." Vegeta blinked and his lips tugged up in a little smirk at the sight of Nappa's glazed-over eyes. "You're high as a fucking kite right now, aren't you?"
"Yup."
"The Doc get a little rough during the rectal exam?"
"Feels like she fucking fisted me, man," Nappa chuckled. "Small fingers or not, she could have eased me into it."
"Heh, sounds about like my exam. She's gentle with everything except the DRE," Vegeta snickered as he climbed up into the top bunk and laid back. "I think your Doc is secretly some sort of sadist."
"Nah, I think she was just trying to get it over with. Turns out she's the headshrink here, too, though… she wanted me to talk about why I don't do conjugal visits."
"Oooo… looks like someone's about to confess his little crush!" Vegeta barked out, laughing hard when he felt Nappa thump his back from the bottom bunk. Getting serious, Vegeta peeked over the edge to find his bodyguard looking awfully fucking morose. "You're not going to tell her."
"That I felt the pull for her when she first transferred here? Fuck no! My chart will be moved to the other doc and I'd never see her again. Best to just wallow in my misery and see her as often as I can," he sighed.
"I know something that will cheer you up." Vegeta pulled out a shiv from under his mattress and waved it in the air idly. "Care for some stitches?"
"No. Not so soon," he snorted. "Maybe in a few days."
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Vegeta didn't even have to stab him; three days later there was a brawl in the yard, and sicne Vegeta was in the middle of it, that meant Nappa was, too. And in defense of his prince, Nappa had darted in between him and another inmate wielding a serrated shiv, landing himself in the infirmary as soon as he'd killed the one that had stabbed him and two others.
"Really got your hands dirty this time, didn't you?" Ami sighed as she sat at his bedside and examined the wound with gloved hands, expertly cleaning it with disinfectant.
"They were trying to kill Vegeta," Nappa grunted in reply, wincing as she probed the wound in his chest. It wasn't nearly as deep as it looked, thankfully, but it was a chest wound, so it bled like a bitch despite the fact that it wasn't serious.
"I hope he's as grateful to you as he should be," Ami said with a deep frown, "since it should be his ass in here and not yours. He started that fight from what I heard."
"He was trying to stop some shitbricks in D from rioting. Trust me, Doc, Vegeta isn't as bad as you're making him out to be. He likely saved a lot of lives by starting that fight and getting the survivors thrown in the Hole."
"Oh." Ami gave his bloody arm a squeeze and favored him with an apologetic look. "Sorry, Nappa. I didn't know. Tell him I said 'thank you' when you're finally allowed to leave the infirmary. Well… if you don't wind up in the Hole, that is," she added grimly, deeply troubled by the thought. She'd go talk to the warden after she was done stitching him up and he'd fallen asleep from the pain killer she was about to administer. Hopefully Lord Frieza would appreciate the fact that Nappa and Vegeta had quelled a riot and he'd forgo the usual punishments for fighting in the yard.
Nappa stopped her before she gave him the shot, his ebony eyes meeting sapphire and boring into them. He watched her jump a little and wondered briefly if she'd felt the pull, but there wasn't time for that. Once she gave him that shot, he'd be out by the time she finished stitching him up. "Doc, I want you to listen to me. If there is a riot and you can't evacuate in time…"
Ami blanched at the very thought and her hand trembled as she realized he was very serious. "Nappa… is there going to be a riot anyway?"
"Maybe. I don't know. I won't know for sure until I'm back on the block. Those prisoners in D… they're animals, and you're the only woman I've ever seen in this prison. Sure, you're under a lot of protection, but if there's a riot, they'll come for you first as soon as the guards are dealt with. I want you to promise me that you'll come straight to E if there isn't time to evacuate. Take the halls that go through psych ward and find my cell. If I'm not there, Vegeta will make sure you aren't harmed. If he's not there, find Jeice. You know him, right?" Her timid little nod made his hand lift from the bed and he brushed his fingers over her jawline. "Jeice never leaves the block, so find him if we can't be found, and tell him that I said I'll rip out every bit of that pretty hair of his if he doesn't guard you with his life. Understand?"
"Yes, Nappa… I—I understand," Ami breathed. "Thank you." She watched his eyes soften and felt warm and safe as that massive hand cupped her cheek gently and he stroked his thumb gently over the creamy skin. Then she realized that he was touching her—a big no-no in her profession—and cleared her throat a little before pulling away. "Time for your shot, then I'll get you patched up, Nappa."
"Yeah, Doc. Hit me with the happy juice," he sighed, wishing that she was take a hint. How could she be so oblivious to how he felt about her? He was about to say something when he felt the prick of the needle and just sighed again, knowing that he could never tell her. Nappa glanced back up at her then just as her lips pressed to his forehead and couldn't help himself; he started purring at the contact, wishing that it had been his mouth she'd kissed.
"Thank you," Ami whispered again. "Now sleep, Nappa."
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Ami didn't even bother changing scrubs as she outstripped her armed escort and barged right into the warden's office, her stethoscope swinging wildly about her neck. "Lord Frieza?"
"Doctor Mizuno. I trust there's a reasonable excuse for you bursting into my office at this time of the evening without calling first?"
Being one of the few employees that didn't fear him, Ami nodded and waited for him to turn. She watched him assess the condition of her bloody scrubs, then turned down the offered seat in front of his desk. "I'd rather not soil your leather seats, Lord Frieza. I apologize for the rudeness of simply barging in, but an inmate I was patching up gave me some very important information and he has absolutely no reason to lie to me."
"Proceed," he purred as he took a seat behind his desk.
"Inmate eighty-eight was defending eighty-seven in the yard this afternoon and suffered a serious wound in the brawl. I commented on how eight-seven should be grateful, only to be informed that eighty-seven was trying to squash a possible riot being planned by the prisoners in cellblock D," Ami recited professionally, taking care not to mention any names. Referring to the inmates by their names during a report would look extremely casual and could reflect badly upon her perceived doctor-patient relationships.
"Really… hm, I'm surprised that eighty-seven would stop a riot, though… I wonder why. However, you are correct, eighty-eight would have little reason to lie about it." Frieza looked up at a guard then and beckoned him over. "Release eighty-seven from the Hole and let eighty-eight return to his cell the moment the lovely doctor says that he may be released. Bring eighty-seven here, I want to speak with him before he returns to the block."
"Yes, Lord Frieza."
"Doctor Mizuno, how is eighty-eight's condition?"
"Stable, warden. He'll make a full recovery quickly thanks to his Saiyan healing." The Hole wasn't far from the office, and Ami waited another couple minutes before the guards returned with a dirty, smelly Vegeta, whose tail was thrashing behind him in agitation. He shot her a glare, knowing she'd squealed about the riot, and Ami just sighed and shrugged. "Got you out of the Hole, didn't it?"
"Be grateful, Prince Vegeta. The good doctor is right. Tell me, when was this riot going to happen?"
The prince considered lying or refusing to speak, but no one had to no he'd talked, and if he wound up back in the Hole, his plans of escape in three nights would be for nothing. "Two nights from now," he grunted. "Those little fuckers in D were going to kill the guards, steal a ki cuff, stick it on you somehow, and then sodomize you to within an inch of your life. Then they were going to hit my block next and kill us all so we wouldn't be able to stop them from taking over the prison ship."
"Because of course, you'd be the first ones to do it if I were incapacitated," Frieza chuckled.
"Pretty much," the prince snorted. He'd be damned if he was going to get murdered in his bed when it should be him ruling the prison ship with an iron fist. Not that he would, though. If a riot ever did happen that didn't involve his planned execution, Vegeta would be on the first dropship out and headed straight towards the nearest habitable planet.
"Well, selfish reasons aside, I thank you for quelling the upstarters. Guards, see that Prince Vegeta has a hot shower and an adequate meal, then escort him back to his cell. The prisoners from D that are currently in the Hole can rot there for a year."
"Yes, Lord Frieza."
"You, Doc, may return to your duties, and I thank you in advance for any more information you might share with me should you learn anything further about this planned riot. Or future riots."
"Of course, warden. Thank you for your time."
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Nappa woke to artificial sunlight streaming through the false windows and purred as a familiar scent hit his nose. Turning his head, he found the Doc sleeping in the bed next to his, a book fanned out on her chest.
She'd stayed with him all night? The very thought set him to purring and he didn't bother to stop himself from pushing her glasses up her nose, as they'd fallen all the way to the tip in her sleep. "Morning, Doc."
Ami blinked her eyes open sleepily and yawned, stretched, then sat up. She immediately assessed his wound and nodded in approval at how fast it was closing. "I envy the speed at which you heal, Nappa. The wound wasn't deep at all, it was just ragged from the serrated edge… you should have these stitches out in maybe another day."
"Good to hear, Doc," Nappa yawned, careful not to stretch too hard and pop a stitch. "Any chance at some grub?"
"I asked the guards last night to hold breakfast for you, and the warden insisted that they give you triple portions. It's waiting in your cell, unless you're not well enough to return?"
"Wait… hang on just a minute," Nappa grunted as he sat up carefully. "Not only am I not going to the Hole, but Frieza is giving me a full Saiyan breakfast?" When she nodded and looked away guiltily, Nappa groaned and shook his head. "Doc, nooo… you did not actually rat on the prisoners in D!? Fuuuuck… Doc, you need to watch your ass. Those guys are fucking animals, and when they find out you got their brothers put in the Hole for… wait, how long are they in the Hole?"
Ami paled and swallowed hard. "A year?" She squeaked out. Judging by how wide his eyes were and the even louder groan coming out of his mouth, that was a very, very bad thing. "I fucked up, didn't I?" She whimpered. "But… wait. Only the guards that escorted me, Vegeta, Frieza, and you know it was me that said anything…"
"Doooc… oh my fucking gods you are so fucking naïve… those guards take bribes, baby. All the guards do! Someone in D will want to know why their boys are in solitary for so long, and when they find out, you'll be number one on their shitlist."
"Oh, shit," Ami whimpered.
"Oh, shit is right, Doc. Look," he sighed, giving her hand a squeeze, "I know you did it to keep me and Vegeta out of the Hole. We owe you, ok? Stupid as it was, your heart was in the right place. But next time, keep your mouth shut; there are reasons why prisoners don't rat each other out. We just handle our business between each other and leave the guards and the warden out of it. It's a code of sorts. And no one in this prison will suffer a rat to live."
"I'm sorry," she whispered, leaning into his hand when he automatically wiped at her tears. "Gods, Nappa, I'm so, so sorry. If this gets you in trouble or hurt I'll never forgive myself."
"We'll handle it in our own way, Doc. Just… watch your ass. If you see anything suspicious, go with your gut instinct. And if you think you're really in danger, get to E and we'll try to protect you as best as we can."
Like I said, JUST a doubleshot! The REAL fun begins in the next chapter, which I have to finish up tomorrow, then I'll post it… if I get a ton of reviews. :D Oh, and next chapter, it'll be rated M for SURE! Yeah, yall know how I roll…