Tainted
Chapter 10: Unexpected
Pairings: Goku/Vegeta
Disclaimer: I don't own so don't ask
WARNINGS: This is about male/male relationships, if you have a problem with that then I suggest that you go elsewhere.
A/N: Hello Everyone! Happy Thanksgiving to you all! First, I want to say thank you for waiting patiently for me to update. I got a good streak going ^_~ BTW, I've updated 'Can they make a difference?' So, if your are reading that pleas go and check it out!
Well, this is the moment that you've been waiting for. Enjoy!
~oOo@oOo~
A week had gone by and Goku was still no closer to escaping than when he was caught. Shiru had done away with the arm and leg restraints during the day but that didn't help the earth-raised Saiyan's cause. The doors and windows were locked and barred, and he was too weak to get through them. No matter what Shiru did Goku just didn't have the strength to resist.
He laughed quietly to himself thinking that he, the greatest warrior in the universe, was incapable of defending himself against a mere human. But then again he was being drugged so that had to count as something, right? That was another thing that had him worried - the drugs.
The babies' movement had slowed down since his capture. It didn't really do him any good not to eat but whenever Yamcha's twin would bring food for him to eat he just couldn't keep it down. He tried for the sake of the babies, but even watered down soup came back up the minute he had consumed it all.
He had begun to fear that Vegeta wasn't going to find him. Would he have to live with his tormentor forever? Or would he have the strength to beat him up after the twins were born? So many questions and too few answers rolled around in his head at night.
Goku blanched just thinking about the coming evening. Every night, Shiru tied his hands back up and raped him again. Even as Shiru assaulted him, Goku would think only of his mate - his heart and soul. He cried out Vegeta's name as he climaxed, his body betraying him. This only made his captor angrier. The last time this happened he had been hit in the face so hard his head snapped to the side. "You will not say his name in my presence ever again!" Shiru had shouted.
"I will do whatever it takes to get you to realize that I belong to Vegeta no Ouji," Goku had countered, glaring back at him, his look promising 'this isn't over'.
That remark earned him a backhand across the face, but Goku had still pushed, "What's the matter Shiru? Can't handle the truth?"
"Don't you dare! You are mine!" Shiru had raged, and thrust into Goku with renewed vigor.
Since then, Shiru had gagged him during the night, removing it only when he wanted Goku's mouth.
Tonight his assailant had left the gag loose around his neck. Shiru had held Goku's jaw, forcing his lips open, raping his mouth with his tongue.
Goku's knees were forced up to his chest as Shiru planned to enter him, unprepared.
Goku nearly whimpered, anticipating the pain. He knew that if this continued he and the babies would not survive. "Please don't do this, Shiru," he begged in a low anguished tone.
"Save your begging," Shiru growled, viciously replacing the gag.
The Earth-raised Saiyan cried out in agony as the man forced his way past the tight muscle. He could feel himself tearing. Tears of pain ran down his swollen face as he gave up resisting the onslaught of sexual abuse.
Shiru picked up the lax black tail, gently stroking it. He had found that Goku was responsive when the furry appendage was carefully manipulated during sex. Goku moaned deep in his throat. He was mad at his traitorous body for being aroused by his rapist.
The only thing that he had to hold on to was the thought that Vegeta would save him. Shiru roughly grabbed his captive's hardened length and pumped it with each hard searing stroke, increasing his pace. Goku held back his cries of ecstasy and pain as he spilled his creamy essence over his stomach. He was already tired, but Shiru continued until he found release, coming deep inside of the pregnant male.
After a few minutes of regaining his breath Shiru lifted himself, pulling out, causing Goku to hiss in pain from the burning sensation from below. Shiru wiped his hand through the sticky mess that was splattered across Goku's large stomach. He drew the gag down and brought his hand to Goku's red swollen lips.
"Lick it. I want you to lick and suck my fingers as if you're sucking me off."
Goku stared at the lunatic. It was no use to fight him. With tentative movements Goku licked the semen covered hand at his mouth and began to clean it, holding onto his urge to gag. Vegeta, he thought, would never have made him do anything as degrading as this.
Shiru was hard again and took his other hand to his aching shaft. He slowly pumped his engorged organ, moaning as he felt that all too familiar drop in the pit of his stomach. He continued his steady stroke until he came again, shooting his seed all over Goku's face, hair, and chest as he roared his climax.
Finally Shiru dropped off to sleep leaving a weakened Goku still bound to the bed. He was thankful he wasn't still gagged this time. Goku struggled to get comfortable and cried himself to sleep.
The next morning he awoke to Shiru standing next to the bed and bending over to kiss him. Goku silently stared up at him as his hands were untied. He sat up, trying to rub some feeling back into his wrists. Shiru watched, smirking as Goku limped into to the bathroom, flipped on the light, and bent over the toilet. Once he finished empting his stomach he went to the task of cleaning himself.
Goku ran a tub full of warm water. He relaxed somewhat and tried not to cry as the clear water gradually turned red. He silently hiccoughed through his tears. The warm water calmed him somewhat but it did nothing to help his spirit.
He drained the water and refilled the tub again. The soothing liquid remained clear. Goku leaned back against the pillow and placed his hand on his tummy. Faint kicks and movement was the only indication that his children were doing well.
/Please hurry Geta. I don't know how much longer I can hold out/ Goku said to himself, closing his eyes for a little bit of rest before going back in the bedroom.
~oOo@oOo~
Bulma was in her lab when Yamcha came in bringing her lunch. She had been working non-stop for something to counter-act the drug that was being used on Goku. Another week had gone by when Vegeta told her that he sensed a flicker of his mate's ki, but it was too faint and too far away to get a fix on it.
Vegeta had gone back to being his cold, heartless self. Bulma really couldn't blame him. She was frantic herself, but at least she had useful research to work on. Vegeta could only wait, worrying about his mate and unborn children being in the hands of a madman and a rapist.
As the days dragged on so did Vegeta. He was feeling more tired than normal and lost his appetite. Bulma had noticed he was beginning to lose weight, but she thought the interference in his and Goku's bond was causing him to ignore his own health.
Vegeta was in the Gravity Room trying to do push-ups at 500x gravity but the task was proving too much of a strain on his body. Vegeta gave that a rest and went to aerial katas. He soon realized that his body could not handle the demand of a rigorous workout even at a low stimulation. Normally he could do three times the gravity weight while in SSJ2 and not break a sweat; and six times the weight at SSJ4.
The Saiyan royal just didn't understand what was going on with his body. He was about to give up when Bulma cued in the monitor. "Ge?"
"Go away onna!"
"No, I need to run some blood work on you," she said hoping that this little distraction would be able to get his mind off of Goku for a few minutes.
"I'm in the middle of training and you want to bother me with nonsense," he yelled not turning around to look at the large viewscreen.
He was mid-air in a defensive poise, blocking his own ki attacks when all the power was cut, distracting him. "WHAT THE-" Vegeta didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence as he was slammed by a ki blast and fell to the white tile floor like a two-ton rock.
He cursed in Saiyanjin. Bulma laughed as she opened the release lock to the outer chamber of the Gravity Room. She stayed at the door waiting for the prince to get up. Vegeta counted to ten and back before dealing with ex- wife. She always had a way to piss him off when the mood struck her.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fuckin' blast you into the next dimension?" His eyes flashed dangerously.
Bulma was glad that he was focused on something else for a change. "For one. . ." then she proceeded to tick off the reasons on her delicate fingers. ". . .who would repair your precious Gravity Room and not to mention who would feed you."
Oh, the horror! "That's simple. I can get the old man to fix whatever the problem is and that bubble head onna you call a Mother will make anything that I ask for." Vegeta smirked.
"Not if I send them out of town," she said with a grin. Brilliant move genius.
"Gggrr- ah," Vegeta stumbled, shock evident on his features. He was gripping his sides as a wave of nausea flooded his senses.
"Ge!" Bulma rushed to over to him.
Vegeta let go of his breakfast. He was unresisting as Bulma laid him on his back to look him over. Placing a gentle hand to his forehead she withdrew it immediately.
He was barely conscious when she told him, "Ge you have a high fever. Lay still. I'm going to get Yamcha to help me move you."
~*~*~
Bulma had Yamcha call the rest of the Z fighters to let them know what was going on with Vegeta. She had gotten the necessary blood from him while he was unconscious. The blue-haired woman now sat by the father of her children, closely watching the rise and fall of the taut chest.
She remembered how they would use to cuddle on rainy days and made love in the afternoons. Then it seemed out of nowhere Vegeta had left her for her friend, but that was her fault.
She was brought out of her musings when her ex-lover's eyes opened. "Ge, don't try to move." Bulma placed her hand on his chest to prevent him from rising up.
"What. . .what happened?"
"You passed out. I did some blood work. It seems that your white blood cells have elevated drastically."
"What made me pass out onna?"
Tears gathered in Bulma's eyes. "I missed something from when you were hit with that dart back in December. The drug was a time release poison and at the rate of acceleration I'd say that you only have a few weeks to live - maybe less."
Vegeta carried on as if Bulma had said nothing. "Kakarott's ki is a little stronger than before. At this rate I can locate him in a few days and we can rescue him. Make sure that the other weaklings stay out of my way," the Saiyan prince said.
"No, listen to me Ge. You have to slow down. Your going Super Saiyan accelerated the poison. I'm not exactly sure if I can find a counter agent," she whispered.
"Do what you have to do and I will do what I must to get my mate back." His decision was final.
Nothing else Bulma said would make the stubborn prince change his mind. She left his room turning out the lights. Vegeta was going to need plenty of rest to slow the progress of the poison. This was going to kill the Prince of all Saiyans.
~oOo@oOo~
Another week had dragged by. Vegeta was only able to get around with the aid of Bulma or that scarred weakling. He felt useless and it hurt. He was outside lying on one of the lounge chairs when he sensed it.
::Geta?::
The Saiyan royal sat up. ::Kakarott::
::Geta! Oh, thank Kami! There is no time to explain. I don't know where I am, but it's Shiru, Yamcha's twin brother. He stopped drugging me but I'm scared. The twins haven't moved for a few hours and I-::
::Shh, koi. I can sense your ki now. I will let Bulma know and they will get the doctor to come with us when we rescue you. Don't worry everything will be all right. Now, try to rest and we will be there as soon as we can::
~Twenty minutes later~
The Z warriors were in a capsule craft heading East. Bulma landed the plane on a remote island off of the coast of Japan. Everyone kept their energy levels low. They didn't want to alert Shiru that they were here. Piccolo took charge of Vegeta with Bulma and Isha trailing behind them. Bulma didn't want Vegeta using any energy unless he had to.
They walked for two hours when they happened upon a large two-story house. Tien and Yamcha went around to check the alarms.
"There are no guards or any visible alarms. Plus we found a room on the second floor with barred windows," Tien reported.
"Yeah, more than likely that's Goku's room," Yamcha said.
"I want Gohan and Trunks to stand back at the back door." The teens nodded and left to take-up their position.
"Bulma, you and the doctor will stay here. I don't want that asshole to get the upper hand with hostages," Vegeta said looking extremely tired. The poison had slowed down but it was still draining him.
"The rest of you will come with us." Vegeta wasn't going to debate anything.
The group of fighters slowly crept through the house. The living room was bare. There was no furniture, no pictures - nothing. It was as if no one lived here. They cautiously made their way upstairs checking the individual rooms making sure that no one else was in the house.
Piccolo and Vegeta continued onward toward Goku's ki. They stopped at the last room on the floor. They said nothing but Piccolo understood what the prince wanted. He carefully tried the door and found that it was unlocked.
He peered inside the room, shocked at the scene before him. There on the bed was Goku, bound hand and foot, crying. Shiru was on top of Goku, roughly thrusting into him. The Saiyan's eyes were closed so he didn't see them.
It was too late to prevent Vegeta from hearing the moans and grunts from inside the room. The prince smelt blood, sweat, and semen. He slammed the door open, losing all control of his temper. Piccolo was tossed aside as he transformed to SSJ.
The spike in energy alerted everyone. Bulma and Isha saw the boys rush in the house and they followed.
Shiru laughed as he was thrown across the room. He slowly stood, wiping away the blood dripping from his nose.
"I'm going to fucking rip your head off." Vegeta was advancing. Sweat was all ready pouring off his forehead and running down his face.
Piccolo ignored the two fighters and moved to free Goku. He helped the weakened Saiyan off the bed and led him into the bathroom to clean up.
"You know you should have taken better care of him Vegeta. Goku belongs to me now. Oh, by Kami he is a delicious piece of ass. No wonder you wanted him for yourself," Shiru taunted.
Vegeta barely reached him before he stumbled. He grabbed onto him by the neck.
"It looks like that I win Vegeta. You get to die and I get to keep Goku and my child."
Now, it was the Saiyan's turn to laugh, turning into a bloody cough. "Stop laughing! I win! Goku is mine!" Shiru shouted, struggling to get free.
The others were standing in the doorway watching the exchange.
"You get nothing, you fool. The child is *mine*," he growled. "And because *we* are bonded, when I die, Kakarott will die," Vegeta said as he tightened his hold.
Shiru eyes widened as his windpipe was crushed.
"Kakarott was never yours." Vegeta aimed a ki sphere at Shiru's manhood and blasted away.
Bulma and Isha looked away as the screaming echoed throughout the house. There was nothing left but a burnt spot where Shiru once stood.
Vegeta collapsed, unconscious. His golden aura faded as soon as he hit the floor. Blood was trickling from his nose, eyes, ears, and mouth.
"GE!"
Isha quickly went to work setting up heart monitors and IV lines. Bulma worked on trying to stop the blood flow from his nose. Isha noticed a dark patch. She ripped the spandex suit only to find that the poison had eaten a hole in Vegeta's stomach. She grabbed at her supplies, desperately trying to pack the wound to slow the bleeding.
"Quick Bulma! I can't stop the bleeding," Isha said as she ripped opened another pack of gauze. "Oh, Kami! We're losing him!"
Goku was now standing behind them, supported by Piccolo, silently crying as they worked on his mate. He was in too much shock to say anything and was terrified of disturbing them while they worked on Vegeta.
Bulma looked up into sad obsidians. She was at a loss. She didn't know what to do as she and Isha worked frantically on the prone body on the floor. Tears were marring her vision; she continued to watch the monitor next to her. The bleeps were becoming erratic and then
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~ TBC ~
Chapter 10: Unexpected
Pairings: Goku/Vegeta
Disclaimer: I don't own so don't ask
WARNINGS: This is about male/male relationships, if you have a problem with that then I suggest that you go elsewhere.
A/N: Hello Everyone! Happy Thanksgiving to you all! First, I want to say thank you for waiting patiently for me to update. I got a good streak going ^_~ BTW, I've updated 'Can they make a difference?' So, if your are reading that pleas go and check it out!
Well, this is the moment that you've been waiting for. Enjoy!
~oOo@oOo~
A week had gone by and Goku was still no closer to escaping than when he was caught. Shiru had done away with the arm and leg restraints during the day but that didn't help the earth-raised Saiyan's cause. The doors and windows were locked and barred, and he was too weak to get through them. No matter what Shiru did Goku just didn't have the strength to resist.
He laughed quietly to himself thinking that he, the greatest warrior in the universe, was incapable of defending himself against a mere human. But then again he was being drugged so that had to count as something, right? That was another thing that had him worried - the drugs.
The babies' movement had slowed down since his capture. It didn't really do him any good not to eat but whenever Yamcha's twin would bring food for him to eat he just couldn't keep it down. He tried for the sake of the babies, but even watered down soup came back up the minute he had consumed it all.
He had begun to fear that Vegeta wasn't going to find him. Would he have to live with his tormentor forever? Or would he have the strength to beat him up after the twins were born? So many questions and too few answers rolled around in his head at night.
Goku blanched just thinking about the coming evening. Every night, Shiru tied his hands back up and raped him again. Even as Shiru assaulted him, Goku would think only of his mate - his heart and soul. He cried out Vegeta's name as he climaxed, his body betraying him. This only made his captor angrier. The last time this happened he had been hit in the face so hard his head snapped to the side. "You will not say his name in my presence ever again!" Shiru had shouted.
"I will do whatever it takes to get you to realize that I belong to Vegeta no Ouji," Goku had countered, glaring back at him, his look promising 'this isn't over'.
That remark earned him a backhand across the face, but Goku had still pushed, "What's the matter Shiru? Can't handle the truth?"
"Don't you dare! You are mine!" Shiru had raged, and thrust into Goku with renewed vigor.
Since then, Shiru had gagged him during the night, removing it only when he wanted Goku's mouth.
Tonight his assailant had left the gag loose around his neck. Shiru had held Goku's jaw, forcing his lips open, raping his mouth with his tongue.
Goku's knees were forced up to his chest as Shiru planned to enter him, unprepared.
Goku nearly whimpered, anticipating the pain. He knew that if this continued he and the babies would not survive. "Please don't do this, Shiru," he begged in a low anguished tone.
"Save your begging," Shiru growled, viciously replacing the gag.
The Earth-raised Saiyan cried out in agony as the man forced his way past the tight muscle. He could feel himself tearing. Tears of pain ran down his swollen face as he gave up resisting the onslaught of sexual abuse.
Shiru picked up the lax black tail, gently stroking it. He had found that Goku was responsive when the furry appendage was carefully manipulated during sex. Goku moaned deep in his throat. He was mad at his traitorous body for being aroused by his rapist.
The only thing that he had to hold on to was the thought that Vegeta would save him. Shiru roughly grabbed his captive's hardened length and pumped it with each hard searing stroke, increasing his pace. Goku held back his cries of ecstasy and pain as he spilled his creamy essence over his stomach. He was already tired, but Shiru continued until he found release, coming deep inside of the pregnant male.
After a few minutes of regaining his breath Shiru lifted himself, pulling out, causing Goku to hiss in pain from the burning sensation from below. Shiru wiped his hand through the sticky mess that was splattered across Goku's large stomach. He drew the gag down and brought his hand to Goku's red swollen lips.
"Lick it. I want you to lick and suck my fingers as if you're sucking me off."
Goku stared at the lunatic. It was no use to fight him. With tentative movements Goku licked the semen covered hand at his mouth and began to clean it, holding onto his urge to gag. Vegeta, he thought, would never have made him do anything as degrading as this.
Shiru was hard again and took his other hand to his aching shaft. He slowly pumped his engorged organ, moaning as he felt that all too familiar drop in the pit of his stomach. He continued his steady stroke until he came again, shooting his seed all over Goku's face, hair, and chest as he roared his climax.
Finally Shiru dropped off to sleep leaving a weakened Goku still bound to the bed. He was thankful he wasn't still gagged this time. Goku struggled to get comfortable and cried himself to sleep.
The next morning he awoke to Shiru standing next to the bed and bending over to kiss him. Goku silently stared up at him as his hands were untied. He sat up, trying to rub some feeling back into his wrists. Shiru watched, smirking as Goku limped into to the bathroom, flipped on the light, and bent over the toilet. Once he finished empting his stomach he went to the task of cleaning himself.
Goku ran a tub full of warm water. He relaxed somewhat and tried not to cry as the clear water gradually turned red. He silently hiccoughed through his tears. The warm water calmed him somewhat but it did nothing to help his spirit.
He drained the water and refilled the tub again. The soothing liquid remained clear. Goku leaned back against the pillow and placed his hand on his tummy. Faint kicks and movement was the only indication that his children were doing well.
/Please hurry Geta. I don't know how much longer I can hold out/ Goku said to himself, closing his eyes for a little bit of rest before going back in the bedroom.
~oOo@oOo~
Bulma was in her lab when Yamcha came in bringing her lunch. She had been working non-stop for something to counter-act the drug that was being used on Goku. Another week had gone by when Vegeta told her that he sensed a flicker of his mate's ki, but it was too faint and too far away to get a fix on it.
Vegeta had gone back to being his cold, heartless self. Bulma really couldn't blame him. She was frantic herself, but at least she had useful research to work on. Vegeta could only wait, worrying about his mate and unborn children being in the hands of a madman and a rapist.
As the days dragged on so did Vegeta. He was feeling more tired than normal and lost his appetite. Bulma had noticed he was beginning to lose weight, but she thought the interference in his and Goku's bond was causing him to ignore his own health.
Vegeta was in the Gravity Room trying to do push-ups at 500x gravity but the task was proving too much of a strain on his body. Vegeta gave that a rest and went to aerial katas. He soon realized that his body could not handle the demand of a rigorous workout even at a low stimulation. Normally he could do three times the gravity weight while in SSJ2 and not break a sweat; and six times the weight at SSJ4.
The Saiyan royal just didn't understand what was going on with his body. He was about to give up when Bulma cued in the monitor. "Ge?"
"Go away onna!"
"No, I need to run some blood work on you," she said hoping that this little distraction would be able to get his mind off of Goku for a few minutes.
"I'm in the middle of training and you want to bother me with nonsense," he yelled not turning around to look at the large viewscreen.
He was mid-air in a defensive poise, blocking his own ki attacks when all the power was cut, distracting him. "WHAT THE-" Vegeta didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence as he was slammed by a ki blast and fell to the white tile floor like a two-ton rock.
He cursed in Saiyanjin. Bulma laughed as she opened the release lock to the outer chamber of the Gravity Room. She stayed at the door waiting for the prince to get up. Vegeta counted to ten and back before dealing with ex- wife. She always had a way to piss him off when the mood struck her.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fuckin' blast you into the next dimension?" His eyes flashed dangerously.
Bulma was glad that he was focused on something else for a change. "For one. . ." then she proceeded to tick off the reasons on her delicate fingers. ". . .who would repair your precious Gravity Room and not to mention who would feed you."
Oh, the horror! "That's simple. I can get the old man to fix whatever the problem is and that bubble head onna you call a Mother will make anything that I ask for." Vegeta smirked.
"Not if I send them out of town," she said with a grin. Brilliant move genius.
"Gggrr- ah," Vegeta stumbled, shock evident on his features. He was gripping his sides as a wave of nausea flooded his senses.
"Ge!" Bulma rushed to over to him.
Vegeta let go of his breakfast. He was unresisting as Bulma laid him on his back to look him over. Placing a gentle hand to his forehead she withdrew it immediately.
He was barely conscious when she told him, "Ge you have a high fever. Lay still. I'm going to get Yamcha to help me move you."
~*~*~
Bulma had Yamcha call the rest of the Z fighters to let them know what was going on with Vegeta. She had gotten the necessary blood from him while he was unconscious. The blue-haired woman now sat by the father of her children, closely watching the rise and fall of the taut chest.
She remembered how they would use to cuddle on rainy days and made love in the afternoons. Then it seemed out of nowhere Vegeta had left her for her friend, but that was her fault.
She was brought out of her musings when her ex-lover's eyes opened. "Ge, don't try to move." Bulma placed her hand on his chest to prevent him from rising up.
"What. . .what happened?"
"You passed out. I did some blood work. It seems that your white blood cells have elevated drastically."
"What made me pass out onna?"
Tears gathered in Bulma's eyes. "I missed something from when you were hit with that dart back in December. The drug was a time release poison and at the rate of acceleration I'd say that you only have a few weeks to live - maybe less."
Vegeta carried on as if Bulma had said nothing. "Kakarott's ki is a little stronger than before. At this rate I can locate him in a few days and we can rescue him. Make sure that the other weaklings stay out of my way," the Saiyan prince said.
"No, listen to me Ge. You have to slow down. Your going Super Saiyan accelerated the poison. I'm not exactly sure if I can find a counter agent," she whispered.
"Do what you have to do and I will do what I must to get my mate back." His decision was final.
Nothing else Bulma said would make the stubborn prince change his mind. She left his room turning out the lights. Vegeta was going to need plenty of rest to slow the progress of the poison. This was going to kill the Prince of all Saiyans.
~oOo@oOo~
Another week had dragged by. Vegeta was only able to get around with the aid of Bulma or that scarred weakling. He felt useless and it hurt. He was outside lying on one of the lounge chairs when he sensed it.
::Geta?::
The Saiyan royal sat up. ::Kakarott::
::Geta! Oh, thank Kami! There is no time to explain. I don't know where I am, but it's Shiru, Yamcha's twin brother. He stopped drugging me but I'm scared. The twins haven't moved for a few hours and I-::
::Shh, koi. I can sense your ki now. I will let Bulma know and they will get the doctor to come with us when we rescue you. Don't worry everything will be all right. Now, try to rest and we will be there as soon as we can::
~Twenty minutes later~
The Z warriors were in a capsule craft heading East. Bulma landed the plane on a remote island off of the coast of Japan. Everyone kept their energy levels low. They didn't want to alert Shiru that they were here. Piccolo took charge of Vegeta with Bulma and Isha trailing behind them. Bulma didn't want Vegeta using any energy unless he had to.
They walked for two hours when they happened upon a large two-story house. Tien and Yamcha went around to check the alarms.
"There are no guards or any visible alarms. Plus we found a room on the second floor with barred windows," Tien reported.
"Yeah, more than likely that's Goku's room," Yamcha said.
"I want Gohan and Trunks to stand back at the back door." The teens nodded and left to take-up their position.
"Bulma, you and the doctor will stay here. I don't want that asshole to get the upper hand with hostages," Vegeta said looking extremely tired. The poison had slowed down but it was still draining him.
"The rest of you will come with us." Vegeta wasn't going to debate anything.
The group of fighters slowly crept through the house. The living room was bare. There was no furniture, no pictures - nothing. It was as if no one lived here. They cautiously made their way upstairs checking the individual rooms making sure that no one else was in the house.
Piccolo and Vegeta continued onward toward Goku's ki. They stopped at the last room on the floor. They said nothing but Piccolo understood what the prince wanted. He carefully tried the door and found that it was unlocked.
He peered inside the room, shocked at the scene before him. There on the bed was Goku, bound hand and foot, crying. Shiru was on top of Goku, roughly thrusting into him. The Saiyan's eyes were closed so he didn't see them.
It was too late to prevent Vegeta from hearing the moans and grunts from inside the room. The prince smelt blood, sweat, and semen. He slammed the door open, losing all control of his temper. Piccolo was tossed aside as he transformed to SSJ.
The spike in energy alerted everyone. Bulma and Isha saw the boys rush in the house and they followed.
Shiru laughed as he was thrown across the room. He slowly stood, wiping away the blood dripping from his nose.
"I'm going to fucking rip your head off." Vegeta was advancing. Sweat was all ready pouring off his forehead and running down his face.
Piccolo ignored the two fighters and moved to free Goku. He helped the weakened Saiyan off the bed and led him into the bathroom to clean up.
"You know you should have taken better care of him Vegeta. Goku belongs to me now. Oh, by Kami he is a delicious piece of ass. No wonder you wanted him for yourself," Shiru taunted.
Vegeta barely reached him before he stumbled. He grabbed onto him by the neck.
"It looks like that I win Vegeta. You get to die and I get to keep Goku and my child."
Now, it was the Saiyan's turn to laugh, turning into a bloody cough. "Stop laughing! I win! Goku is mine!" Shiru shouted, struggling to get free.
The others were standing in the doorway watching the exchange.
"You get nothing, you fool. The child is *mine*," he growled. "And because *we* are bonded, when I die, Kakarott will die," Vegeta said as he tightened his hold.
Shiru eyes widened as his windpipe was crushed.
"Kakarott was never yours." Vegeta aimed a ki sphere at Shiru's manhood and blasted away.
Bulma and Isha looked away as the screaming echoed throughout the house. There was nothing left but a burnt spot where Shiru once stood.
Vegeta collapsed, unconscious. His golden aura faded as soon as he hit the floor. Blood was trickling from his nose, eyes, ears, and mouth.
"GE!"
Isha quickly went to work setting up heart monitors and IV lines. Bulma worked on trying to stop the blood flow from his nose. Isha noticed a dark patch. She ripped the spandex suit only to find that the poison had eaten a hole in Vegeta's stomach. She grabbed at her supplies, desperately trying to pack the wound to slow the bleeding.
"Quick Bulma! I can't stop the bleeding," Isha said as she ripped opened another pack of gauze. "Oh, Kami! We're losing him!"
Goku was now standing behind them, supported by Piccolo, silently crying as they worked on his mate. He was in too much shock to say anything and was terrified of disturbing them while they worked on Vegeta.
Bulma looked up into sad obsidians. She was at a loss. She didn't know what to do as she and Isha worked frantically on the prone body on the floor. Tears were marring her vision; she continued to watch the monitor next to her. The bleeps were becoming erratic and then
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