Giving Up

by icypinkpop

Pairing: Raditz/Vegeta

Disclaimer: If I owned it, there would be lots less dragons and many more balls.

Warnings: Slash (Male/Male YAOI GAYNESS :O!1oneone), swearing, rape, blood, crying, sap, irony, extreme angst, Jeice (because I love him), rather sick subjects, despair, grief...not a happy story. It is suggested that the reader keep their tissue box at hand and their mouse on the back button.

Author's note: Sorry for the wait, you guys. Honestly. I've had a lot of things going on in my life these past month or two, and it's shown in my lack of updates. A family member died, stuff got stolen…not a good time. But I'm recuperating. So…

SEX. That caught your attention, didn't it? ;3

That's right, this chapter is CENSORED for sex/lemon content. Go to my profile for the link to the full version.

"Text" – Speech.

'Text' – Thoughts.

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Chapter 7- Escape

Raditz sighed, grasping as tight as possible to his trembling superior. This was it; he knew he had to work fast. If not the best way for Vegeta to lose the little purity he still had, it was the only way. Frieza wasn't going to get him first.

"G-get…stop!!"

A few tugs told Raditz that his little Prince definitely wasn't comfortable with this.

Sighing, the larger of the two pulled back away from the tempting taste and looked up through lidded eyes, faced with a flushed, quaking member of the Saiyan elite. Raditz furrowed his brows a bit, startled by the pure, clear neck and flushed cheeks, the lack of misplaced hairs or facial imperfections. He inhaled slowly, chest aching with almost a physical pain. Only now did he realize just how beautiful Vegeta was.

"Let go!!"

Hands loosening out of habit at the command, Raditz recalled his intentions and relocked his arms around the obviously frightened creature, wondering how exactly he was going to later justify what he planned to do now. Whether Vegeta wanted it or not, the smaller body obviously did; a taut groin pressed against his abdomen, gloved hands shaking in his coarse mane. Raditz could only imagine how much the natural hormones must have pent up with all the lack of stimulation. Vegeta may have been even more a killing machine than he himself was, but all things sexual appeared to have remained absent from the Prince's knowledge.

Raditz shivered, realizing that was going to make this even more difficult.

"I can't do that, Prince Vegeta," he explained to his thrashing superior, tightening his grip to assure that the other couldn't squirm away. "I-I only want what's best for you. I have to do this."

Vegeta whimpered, a sound that made Raditz' eyes go wide. He couldn't remember ever hearing his Prince sound so…defeated.

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"Do what?!" Vegeta's hands trembled as he tried to tear himself away, hating the sickening twist of heat that wrenched through his lower belly. He shut his eyes and tried not to shake, a slow, terrifying realization trickling through his stomach like cold water. Raditz had him in the same position that Frieza had put his father in when-

"P-put me down!" He screamed, terror overtaking any logical thought as he futilely tried to claw at Raditz' chest through his gloves. "Wh-what right do you have to touch your P-Prince?! I'll kill you!" Coughing and growling as he tried to keep his tears from leaking out, Vegeta pulled himself as far back as he could get and curled his upper lip in a warning gesture, snarling and puffing his tail out behind him as he tried to masque his apprehension. "Get your hands off," he said as deeply as he could, trying to overpower his young voice with a deeper growl. "I-I'll rip your spine out."

While this threat seemed to frighten Raditz, the grip around Vegeta shoulders refused to loosen. Panic began to sink in and the Prince averted his eyes, full-body shaking finally strong enough to consume his little figure. "Off," he tried a command again, hating the way the prepubescent youthfulness seemed determined to leak into his voice. Why couldn't he summon up all that power he was so famous for in his minute race of three? Technically speaking, a small bit of ki-laced effort should have put Raditz on the ground…

…but his body wouldn't let him. It burned and shook, eyelids and lips quaking every time his larger guard tightened his hold or moved their bodies closer together. What was wrong with him? What had happened to the Saiyan Prince who was known for taking down even the strongest of foes?

After another several minutes of struggling that only managed to wear him out, Vegeta slumped in the hold and stared at the floor, waiting to be hit, to endure the sort of pain that had caused his father to scream his lungs out. He had lost. He was too tired to do keep doing this. Tired of fighting, tired of doing Frieza's bidding, tired of putting up with those Ginyu bastards, tired of turning his face out of view whenever his life of servitude caused treacherous tears to bubble up. He was just tired.

"…w-why are you doing this to me?"

There. He had asked it. If he was going to be humiliated and more than likely torn to bits by a member of his own supposedly noble race, he at least wanted to know why.

Another conflagration of hot, needy aches went through his muscles, leaving him shaking. Whatever it was his body was asking for, he wanted it now. But he needed an answer first.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

Vegeta turned his head away. Liars, all of them. And he had thought he could trust Raditz.

"I promise." A larger hand made its way over his back, and, with his wills weakened, Vegeta found it even more difficult not to give in to the confounding urges this time. "Don't you want to know what's been happening to you? Why you're feeling the way you are?"

Tensing, Vegeta said nothing, not that he could have if he had wanted to. "Y-you said…heat…"

The Prince felt the dark mane move against his arm, feeling rather than seeing the nod of affirmation. "Yes, what I already told you about. All Saiyans go through it, Vegeta. I did, Nappa did, your father did."

Vegeta tried not to wince at the mention of his father, but was unsuccessful and turned his head away, not wanting to recall the terrible screams and cold laughter…

"Your body is telling you it wants to reproduce. It's nothing to be afraid of. That's why you've been having these urges. It's nature's way."

As he was gripped a bit more tightly, the smaller of the two tried to curl up, mind now set to a sort of panic mode. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had held him without the intention of ripping his guts out or eating him alive. What Raditz was doing now was confusing to say the least. Where were the claws in his flesh, the snarls of the fight, the sizzling splatters of spilt blood? Certainly they were coming.

Weren't they?

A deep voice sighed into his ear, causing the fur on Vegeta's neck to bristle with apprehension. "I want to show you how good it can be to share your body with someone." A pause, thickened by obvious hesitation on Raditz' part. "Frieza plans to-to do horrible things. I don't want you to grow up thinking of sex that way. I want to show you what it's…supposed to be like."

Strong hands moved up his arms and the hold loosened enough for Vegeta to get away, but the Prince was far too perplexed and needy to have any thoughts of leaving. If Raditz was going to hurt him, why hadn't he done it already?

"Sex," Vegeta muttered the unfamiliar word to himself, mostly having heard it used in the form of a request from Jeice to other, even more feminine members of Frieza's following. He didn't really understand what it meant, but hearing it said by the Ginyus had been enough to convince him that it wasn't anything a royal of his rank should be concerned with.

But what did Frieza have to do with…

An image of his father on the floor spattered with his own blood flickered across his vision, and Vegeta gasped, suddenly understanding. Body finally coming back to life with the renewed fear, he leapt from the warm lap despite his own lap's wishes and went for the door, only to have a quick hand snatch his wrist.

"You're not doing that to me!" he screamed, not minding that his exclamation would likely be heard by somebody he didn't really want to see. At this point, he was too desperate to get away. Raditz was not going to bloody him the way Frieza had done to his father.

"Damn it, won't you listen to me?!" A growl and yank later, Vegeta found himself in the same position as before, the door closed and his body against his bodyguard. "I told you, I'm not going to do that to you, Vegeta!"

Vegeta panted heavily, exhausted for the moment as his body seemed to be working against him again already. "Wh-d-don't try to trick me," he groaned, bearing his fangs under trembling lips. He wasn't going to fall for Raditz' schemes. He had implied the sex thing, so didn't that mean he was going to follow in Frieza's footsteps?

This time, seemingly a result of Vegeta's obvious reluctance to listen to words, the Prince got his response in the form of hot lips on his neck and muscled arms linked firmly around his waist.

"Just go with it," Raditz grunted into his ear, mouth still working on the warm flesh. "I told you, I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing to my Prince. I-I'm going to show you it can be good. It's supposed to be good. Nothing that fucking lizard freak does is natural."

Before Vegeta could possible process this information, he found himself with his pants at his knees.

Now terrified but somehow unable to make his body obey the commands of his head, Vegeta let out a treacherously high whimper and let his head fall into the crook of Raditz' neck, moaning softly at the touches to his thighs and abdomen. He groaned, eyelids fluttering against his cheeks. He had never heard himself make that kind of a sound before.

A short, coarse but sincere laugh came from the Saiyan against him and he looked up, assuming from experience that the chuckle was evidence of upcoming ridicule. Brow furrowed, all he could do was watch as the Raditz leaned down, taking his chin into his hand. "You are beautiful."

Vegeta squirmed, not sure whether to be offended or embarrassed. Wasn't that a term reserved for pathetic, froufrou women or something?

He hissed.

"Oh, hush." A large finger was placed against his lips as the rustling of cloth assaulted Vegeta's eardrums. Eyes fixated on his naked lap, as well as the odd, confounding protrusion that was a part of it, the Prince swallowed as the larger Saiyan backed up, pulling off his armor piece. The black, one piece undergarment went along with it before Raditz returned to his previous position: Vegeta on his lap, hands in the flame of hair. Vegeta shuddered with the sudden urge to fall backwards and splay himself out.

Quivering, he tried not to look at Raditz' body. Any time prior to the past few weeks, a naked Raditz wouldn't have meant anything to him. But here, with white heat flowing through his veins and that familiar shade of red creeping in to obscure his vision, it seemed like the most important, more desirable thing that could have been put in front of him.

Snarling, he clawed lightly at the broad chest, not sure and not really caring why his body was doing such a thing. He growled.

"Nnnnnrrrrrrrr."

Raditz seemed to take that as permission. Still trembling, Vegeta gulped when he felt his legs pushed apart with one quick movement, trying not to squeal when something of dangerous proportions pressed into his thigh. He whined, afraid.

"I'm sorry." The larger Saiyan murmured a soft apology into the flame of hair, and Vegeta felt the hot breath travel down his scalp to the nape of his neck. "We-we have to do this fast. I hate to rush it. It's not right, but if we're caught it will be even worse." The Prince felt himself gripped tighter, almost into an embrace. "We have to do this, Vegeta."

At this point, Vegeta didn't care what they had to do. His body begged for it, muscles aching and insides begging to be sated with thick heat. Pride seemingly moot at the moment, he spread out instinctively and purred. It apparently didn't matter that he had never verbally been informed of how this worked. His body wanted it, and his mind was blindly following along.

There was no further hesitation.

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CENSORED for lemon content! Go to profile for link to the chapter uncensored.

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Placing the covers over the smaller form, Raditz took a last look at his new lover. Just a kid, a kid with big, innocent eyes and clear skin. A kid with that soft, high, tone of voice. A killer who didn't know how to kiss.

A tear trickled down, but he wiped it away. At least he had been Vegeta's first. His Prince deserved the best of everything, but in such a setting, it was a miracle he had been able to give him something good. Raditz' heart ached. It wasn't fair.

Turning around and taking a look in the foggy mirror on the opposite wall, Raditz looked at his exhausted self, studying his face for a moment. His gaze then wandered down to the band on his leg, the red band that signified he was to be of service to the Saiyan royal family. He narrowed his eyes. His job wasn't done yet. He couldn't simply lay back and watch as his Prince was raped. He wouldn't allow it.

His life would go on the line before Vegeta's heart went in Frieza's hands.

Taking a single glance back, Raditz crept over to the side of the bed and bent down, kissing Vegeta on the forehead before resuming his standing position. "I'm getting you out of here," he promised with a whisper, turning around and walking out into the hall. Anger in his eyes, the guard shut Vegeta's door and walked down an opposite corridor, headed for the control room.

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Sorry again for the wait. Stay tuned ;-3