Mended 7

Zarbon continued walking, eyes too full of tears to see the way anyway, until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he came face to face with a male humanoid alien, an almost victorious smile crossed his face as he spoke.

''Hey beautiful, I saw you in the club- you left in a hurry. You're obviously upset- why not let me take your mind off your problems…'' he purred as his hands slipped to Zarbon's waist.

The green man paused… he was a failure… he deserved punishment. Dodoria was right… he'd prove him right. Closing his eyes he felt hot, fresh tears seep out of his eyes and run down his cheeks. ''How much you got?'' he finally shakily whispered.

He could hear the smile in the other mans answer. ''For you beautiful, 200 - but I want to cum inside you…''

Nodding slightly in agreement, Zarbon's shaking hand took the pile of notes produced and folded them up as he stuffed them into the lining of the breast section of the dress; before turning away from the other man and pressing the front of his body against the bare, cold wall of the alleyway.

The humanoid creature smiled triumphantly and hitched Zarbon's dress up; after quickly checking there was no one coming, he undid his own trousers and pulled his cock out, spitting on it quickly before lining it up and roughly shoving himself inside Zarbon's tight ass.

Zarbon hissed in pain as he was entered roughly and practically dry, his body and face pressed up against the dirty wall as he was thrust in and out of whilst the man held his hips firmly and grunted. As Zarbon closed his eyes and tried to block everything out he felt the other man grab a fistful of his hair and push him further against the wall; as his face grazed against the bricks more tears seeped from his eyes as he felt the other mans thrusts start to get sloppy. Bile raised up in Zarbons throat as the other man gave one last thrust before he stilled and grunted- shooting his cum deep within Zarbon's beautiful broken body.

After a few seconds of euphoric pleasure the other man pulled out and zipped up his trousers before walking off- not bothering to utter so much as a word to the green man with tear stained cheeks.

When he was alone again Zarbon sank down to the ground, clenching his eyes shut in disgust as he felt the other mans cum start to drip from his ass. Letting out a shaky breath his drink driven mind came to a conclusion- wiping away his tears with his sleeve, Zarbon tried to smarten himself up as best as he set off to find the nearest gay, strip or sex club.

Zarbon wasn't even aware what type of establishment he was in, but it wasn't the same one as before –and there was loud music, dancing, and an endless supply of people passing him glasses of alcohol. At some point he was in the woman's bathroom snorting lines of coke with a thin blonde woman, before he stumbled back out into the booming music.

He was on the dance floor when he felt someone take his wrist and pull him to a darkened corner of the room. ''100 to fuck you?'' a rough male voice from behind him asked.

Not even bothering to turn around to see the owner of the voice, Zarbon tossed his hair back over his shoulder ''150.''

''Deal'' came the reply from behind him. Zarbon was about to head to the bathroom when he felt his hips being pulled back as his dress was hitched up.

''What?!'' frowned Zarbon, gasping slightly as he felt air on his exposed behind- a second before he felt an erect cock run up and down his ass.

''It's dark here, shut up and they won't know'' growled the voice again. Zarbon's face flushed blue and his cock hardened at the degrading thought of being fucked in front of a club full of people. His breath hitched in his throat and his eyes flickered closed as he felt the others cock entering him- slickened by the cum still slowly seeping out of him.

''Shut up!'' growled the voice behind him making Zarbon jump- he didn't even realise he'd been making a noise. He bit his bottom lip and panted softly, the man behind him doing a great job at finding his sweet spot with each thrust. A whimper escaped Zarbons mouth as his rock solid cock pressed hard against the silky woman's underwear he was wearing, as he looked down he noticed even his nipples were fully erect and visible through the tight dress he was wearing. Suddenly the delicious cock inside him pulled out and he felt hot cum spurt out across his quivering ass and lower back, then he felt his underwear being yanked up roughly and his dress being pulled down as a bunch of notes were shoved into his hand. He still didn't bother trying to see the being that had just taken him- who slipped away into the shadows as quickly as he had arrived.

Zarbon tapped his fingernail against his lip as he gazed at the dance floor- all the colours blurring together, the vibrations from the music shaking his body but his head now too clouded to make out the words of the songs. At one point he heard someone asking if he was ok- he looked at them without seeing them and instead finally made his way to the bar.

The last thing he could remember was another pair of arms snaking around his waist suggestively, the feel of money being shaved down the top of his dress and then the feeling of the cold air outside.

…

Dodoria stood in Friezas throne room, his head ache making him wince. He kept glancing to the empty spot on the other side of Frieza.

Finally, the irritated Icejin spoke ''….I don't suppose you know where Zarbon is, Dodoria?''

The pink man shook his head- his brain feeling about to explode as he did so. ''No, Lord Frieza. I was with him last night- we were off ship with the Ginyu Force celebrating Ginyu's birthday, after Zarbon left the club we were in I haven't heard from him.''

''Fucking Ginyus….'' mumbled Frieza under his breath. ''Dodoria, contact each of the Ginyu Force members and find out if they've seen him. Check his quarters and anywhere else he might be.''

''Yes, my lord'' replied Dodoria bowing.

As he walked through the ship Dodoria finally managed to get through to the Ginyus- they obviously had the luxury to sleep off their hangovers. Finally captain Ginyu answered his scouter, and after waking up and conversing with his men he reported back that none of them had seen Zarbon.

Chugging down more pain killers Dodoria checked his quarters as they were closer-just in case, and after finding them empty he let himself into Zarbons- half expecting to find the man sound asleep in bed. But the room was empty and exactly as it had been when they left last night. Dodoria started to feel more uneasy; Zarbon had never returned to the ship.

Dodoria sat down on the edge of Zarbon's ornate bed and rubbed his temples as he tried to piece together what exactly had happened last night. He remembered being angry, bullying… making jibes about Zarbon prostituting himself… he cringed as he remembered now spiteful he'd been. But what did Zarbon say to him…

He remembered something about Zarbon asking about his feelings… ''why won't you admit that you like me?'' ... ''maybe I can't admit it any other time''

Dodoria frowned as he thought harder about the last words Zarbon had said… maybe I can't admit it any other time. Admit what? He hadn't thought anything of it at the time …was he trying to say he liked Dodoria? The large man shook his head- no. No way was that what Zarbon had meant. He was so messed up he probably didn't even know what he wanted.

Dodoria's heart beat harder… was the other man trying to open up to him in his chaotic state- and he'd pushed him away? The large man cursed to himself. He'd messed up. He'd spent so much time trying to protect the other warrior, and now he'd ruined everything and he'd disappeared. Dodoria closed his eyes, Zarbon never failed to turn up to a scheduled appointment with Lord Frieza… where was he?

…

Zarbons eyes flickered open and in his groggy state he tried to assess where he was. The first thing that came to his mind was that he was not in his own quarters and he was in a bedroom which certainly didn't belong on friezas ship. He was naked. His head hurt, and there was somebody warm and asleep next to him. Slowly and quietly Zarbon rose and found a door which entered into a small washroom, groaning at the sight of himself in the mirror he cupped handfuls of water and scrubbed off the smeared lipstick and tear run mascara before quickly finger combing his hair. Tiptoeing back into the other room Zarbon quickly gathered his clothes, 500 worth of notes fell out, making Zarbon quietly curse as he gathered them back up. He soon realised he couldn't really wear the same clothes he'd left in- his gaze fell to a pair of jogging bottoms laying on the floor belonging to the occupier. With a few wriggles he managed to get them up over his incredibly thick thighs, but there was no way the guys small t-shirt was going to go on over his muscular physice. Finally he spotted a nice quality jacket hanging on the back of the door, and with a shrug he slipped it on and slipped out of the apartment- leaving his sleeping one nighter behind.

…

Dodoria was sitting in the canteen at lunch hour picking over a large sub with no real interest when he received a brief message from Frieza saying to stop the search for Zarbon. Dodoria didn't know whether to be relived or fearful… was the other man alright?

As Dodoria entered the throne room his heart did an involuntary jump in relief and happiness when he saw Zarbon standing at attention back by Frieza's side where he belonged, but as he drew closer his heart started to sink. Although the other man was obviously freshly washed, his uniform and presentation flawless as always- there were dark circles visible under his slightly bloodshot eyes… were they from lack of sleep or from crying so much? What Dodoria also noticed with a start was the large, tail shaped dark blue mark across the others previously perfect face. He was shocked- Frieza had hurt his favourite? Of course there was no denying it- the shape and size of the ugly mark gave no room for misinterpretation, and yet the warrior stood just as tall as always- staying loyally by his masters side.

The rest to the day passed by in tight, uncomfortable silence. Finally one after the other, both henchmen were dismissed. Dodoria laid on his bed, hating the way he felt… sad, remorseful, guilty, angry at himself, angry at Zarbon- for it was obvious he was out prostituting himself after leaving the club. Tired and frustrated Dodoria pulled himself up with a shout of anger, and lumbered off to Zarbons quarters.