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There is violence, some situations related to rape, strong language, and probably lemon in future chapters (if there will be some)
"I couldn't tell him no"
by Channonix
Part IV
Pan wake up gasping for breath,
soaked in cold sweat, tears running down her cheeks. These dreams, dreams
like she had never had before... so scary... so real...
She sat up, reaching her hand to wipe the tears from her eyes.
Slowly, her fast breathing was steadying, cool air from the open window
calming her down. The night breeze causing dark, bloody images of her nightmare
to disappear.
She remembered now. She remembered what had happened in the past afternoon,
how she had found Vejita-san and what he had done to her, how much that
had hurt, how much this was hurting... the wound on her neck, these nightmares
and the coldness that was filling whole her soul...
How she had fled from Capsule to her home, wrapping an orange wrap
she had had in her pocket around her neck to cover the wound. Vejita-san
had said that if her parents knew what had happened they would stop loving
her. No ! She couldn't let them know !
That's why she had said nothing about this to her mum, only that she
had been tired and wanted to sleep.
Then she had gone to her room and into bed and now she was, in the
middle of the night, cold, hungry and hurt, alone.
She was sleepy as well, tired by her previous nightmares, so she wiped
the tears once again and laid down, wrapping the sheets firmly around her,
hugging her teddy bear and going back to sleep.
Vejita slipped into his and Bulma's bedroom through the open balcony
door. He looked around the dark room, his sharp Saiya-jin senses letting
him see in the darkness way better than humans did. He closed the door
behind him silently and went to the bed. It was empty and cold; the sheets
cool under his hand as he ran it over them. Woman was somewhere else.
He sighed. He had destroyed so many things in the past day, thinking
that when he would beat Kakkarotsu he wouldn't have need them anymore -
his kind of friendship with Kakkarotsu, his son's trust in him, everyone's
trust in him, that union he had had with woman since she had born him a
son. She had been his once, and however he hadn't any feelings for her,
he was ready to fight to the death to defend what was his, since he had
already lost so much before.
It hurt, that knowledge that he wasn't going to be close to her anymore,
he had kind of become used to it in the past years... As well as he had
grown accustamed to having a home, a place to go and hide after every lost
fight, a place to train and lick his wounds, people that cared, if only
a bit... Now he wasn't welcome in Capsule anymore, he had lost his home,
his mate, his children, his pride, his purpose... Everything... beside
the life...
" I should have died..."
He went to the wardrobe and took his few spandex suits, gi's and some
more civil clothes out from between woman's countless skirts, blouses,
dresses, pants and Kami knows what else. He took a few pairs of gold tipped
boots, his armors, and few sets of white gloves, one, very old, maybe from
the times when he had been serving under Freeza, stained in dark blood.
He threw it to the pile emotionless, collected his underwear and threw
it there as well.
Then he reached for one of countless capsules lying nearby and decapsulized
an empty container. He put all the things in it, photos of his children
grabbed from the night table following, and capsulized it back. He hid
it and headed to the door.
Pan trembled viciously in her bed... Dreams... They were hunting her again...
She found herself having no body, floating motionless in the dark room.
It was a huge room, with a ceiling that was so high above it was barely
visible, with a cold floor made from pieces of black marble, polished like
mirrors, with high, but narrow windows revealing a bit of crimson sky and
deep purple stormy clouds. She heard footsteps behind her; Vejita was pacing
the room impatiently.
He was even younger than she was and definitely shorter, his little
body dressed in a white and gold royal armor and red cape moving slightly
behind him. He stopped abruptly at the sound of the door shooting open.
" Ouji-sama, your father demands to see you."
" I'm coming." He nodded. He knew that his father would want to see him eventually today. That's why they had told him to stay in his quarters instead of training. He knew as well what the king was going to tell him. He felt his throat tightening at the thought. No matter how many times these words were repeated it wasn't making them less painful, not even a bit, it always hurt to hear his father saying how weak and unworthy of being the prince he was. He clenched his teeth, one more time he would have to stand there hearing this, dreaming of nothing but getting the power great enough to kill his father, to stop his damned ritual of humiliating him in front of all the Super Elites.
He went through the great double doors leading to the throne room and
stopped, noticing that the room was empty save his father, sitting on the
throne. He approached, lowering his gaze to the floor.
His father wanted to see him face to face, without the audience. That
meant he had displeased him particularly lately.
He shrugged off the feeling of dread, his father was going to beat
him and that's why he didn't want the witnesses. This wouldn't have been
good even for the most loyal Super Elites to see a royalty being beaten
like his father tended to beat him. That was also why he wasn't allowed
to tell anyone about this, like if he had someone to talk to like that
anyway. He stopped near the throne and waited for the blow to come. Waited
long, but it never came, instead he heard his father speaking to him, in
a silent, sad voice. He looked up for the briefest moment to see what was
happening as his father never before had been that gentle with him.
" Vejita... You remember Lord Freeza ?"
He was just standing there, unsure if he should say something. Normally he wasn't allowed to talk to the king, only listen.
" Speak."
" Yes." He set his jaw and said it without trembling.
" You remember how he was watching you fighting last time when he had been here ?"
" Yes."
" He wasn't paying attention to you for nothing. He wants to have you serving him. And he's going to have you. Yesterday he demanded that we give you under his... care. You will be the guarantee that we won't betray him. In case we do, you will be dead. You understand it ?"
"Yes."
" Tomorrow you will leave to his spaceship. Only Nappa is going to accompany you, but he's not going to be with you all the time. You will have to learn to live on your own..."
Vejita looked up briefly hearing his father's voice tremble. He had to have misheard...
" Vejita, do you know what's awaiting you there ?"
" No." He said, matter-of-factly.
" Look up."
He did as he had been told and looked up at his father. He was feeling uneasy; he had never been treated that way before, no one had ever paid so much attention to him in such a manner.
" Vejita... There is a possibility that he will... use you, hurt you, try to break you, but no matter what will be happening remember who you are and what you have to do. You have to come back one day and take my place as the King of the Saiya-jins, don't you dare forget about it !"
Hearing his father screaming at him Vejita instinctively lowered his gaze to the floor.
" Damn, look up ! You're about to leave for years, as he won't let you come back till I'm dead ! And he will try to turn you his henchman, capable of nothing but following his orders throughout those years, don't let him do this ! Don't obey him beyond the necessity ! You're the royalty, he is not."
Then there was a silence. Vejita was standing there, looking intensely into his father's face as he wished him to. He wanted to be dismissed, he found it hard to deal with his father like this.
" Come closer."
Vejita's eyes widened. He feared... he feared what could possibly follow the command spoken in the most gentle, silent voice he had ever heard before.
" Vejita, I bet we're seeing each other for the last time..."
His eyes widened even more, his mouth opening slightly and his whole body trembling viciously as he felt his father's arms pulling him close for the briefest moment.
" Be brave, son, and be proud... There is nothing besides your pride that can save you."
Why ? Why was his father hugging him ? He had always though that his father hated him for his weakness, that he was mostly displeased with him, that he had meant it when he had been saying that if only he could he would have made the prince someone else.
Comfortable warmth of his father's body reminded him something. When he had been much younger he had been hugged, sometimes. It was feeling good... He clenched his teeth, he didn't want this comfort, not from the man he hated more than anything...
If only he had known that this was the only bit of warmth he would get
for years filled with coldness, for the rest of his one natural life, maybe
he wouldn't have pull away viciously and made his father send him to Freeza
quite badly beaten, pulled out from the regeneration tank only half healed
after what his father had done to him...
Pan looked around realizing the surroundings were changing. She found herself in the room with a metal floor and walls...
She gasped for breath when she recognized the surroundings she had dreamt about before. This was where that white and pink creature, Freeza, the one Vejita-san feared so much had...
She trembled, images which she had seen before filling her mind. All the blood, all the painful screams and pleading for mercy...
She turned around viciously hearing someone's presence behind her, realizing
just then that now she had her own body and could do more than follow Vejita
and watch. She saw him there, lying on the floor, as at the end of her
previous dream.
As she could remember Freeza had just left, Vejita was still her age,
his little body lying on the floor, motionless, though she knew he was
conscious and aware of his surroundings. She approached him hesitantly,
pacing the floor stained in his blood, seeping still from whole his body,
but mostly his sides and rear. She kneeled beside him. He was in pain and
was feeling ashamed and hurt, she was sharing these feelings with him.
So painful, so terrible, so confusing... Neither of them knew what had
happened precisely, they were too young to know, but both knew that this
shouldn't have happened, that Freeza had no law to do this.
" Vejita ?"
He moved only slightly hearing his name. Hesitantly she turned him face up and took him into her embrace.
These nightmares, so terrible to watch... and he was living in them, he wasn't the one watching but the one involved in this hell... She couldn't let this continue !
He looked up at her, his black eyes dazed with the pain, a hint of recognition flashing in them. She smiled down at him to reassure him. He trembled in her arms, two tears appearing in his eyes and rolling slowly down his cheeks, never followed by more.
" Cry. It's going to be okay." She said softly hugging him closely,
her own vision blurring as she was looking around. All the blood, and the
humiliation he was feeling, and the coldness that was filling his soul,
it was all so scary. She clung on to him and sobbed into his soft hair,
his blood, then his tears when they finally came, soaking her clothing.
Vejita stopped dead in his tracks. Something...
... had happened...
Deep in the darkness of his soul, never before enlightened by anything one single sparkle of a warm light appeared and kept on shining. The deepest, darkest parts where he held maybe the most painful memory he had, of Freeza raping him for the first time when he had been just a kid, were now lightened up, the pain going away, replaced by comfort coming from he didn't know where...
Suddenly an image flashed through his mind, of chibi holding his younger
self in her arms just after it had happened, comforting him, telling him
to cry and crying over him herself.
This was where the comfort was coming from. The bond. He had heard
it was powerful but never had he known that it held such a power, to heal
the mental wounds, buried deep inside the one's soul years ago...
He felt something more when he resumed walking downstairs. His ki had risen, just a bit, but it had nonetheless... Some of the power imprisoned inside him had somehow found its output...
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