These are my drabble entries, and yes they are angst, I think any drabbles I write will end up being angst. Enjoy or not, I really don't care. After all, what good is a Yokai if he can't spread a little misery now and then? -=smirks.=-

Vajita Ouji Chan

Disclaimer ~ I don't own any of the characters in DBZ.

Desecrate: To violate the sanctity of: profane.

2: To treat disrespectfully, irreverently, or outrageously

500 words

Almost Virgin

I feel exhausted. My training has been rigorous all week but the escape from Freeza's attention is compensation enough. Raditzu and Napa have likely gone to the mess hall for their leave. However, I prefer a hot shower and sleep. I remove my boots and set them by the bed. As I pull off my gloves the door buzzer blares through the silence of my room. Who would dare disturb me at this hour? Even the Icejin allots time for sleep.

My door slides open of its own accord and I stand in astonishment at the figure before me. Why is he here? Golden eyes gaze around my sparsely furnished sanctum before lazily settling on me. He must have used an override code to unlock my door. What does he want with me?

My puzzlement turns to confused suspicion as he saunters through the doorway. I am very aware of his strength and volatile temperament. The door hisses shut and I suddenly feel like a cornered animal.

I want him to leave.

He bares pearly teeth in greeting and I nod stiffly; all the while trying to guess at the reason behind his visit. The smile vanishes as he lunges forward, grasping my arms and slamming me into the wall. Lips descend quickly, muffling my startled curses in a harsh kiss.

What the-?!

I struggle fruitlessly in his grip. A thick tongue invades my unwilling mouth. Bruises are forming on my arms; he's hurting me and I wince after being released.

My reprieve is short lived as he jerks my arms over my head and presses his body against mine. I fell it now; the bulge in his uniform all to apparent against my abdomen. A surge of panic jolts me into action. The kick isn't enough to discourage him; but sufficient to invite his rage. My head spins dizzily after his blow.

I lay face down on my bed. I don't remember falling.

Cold hands tear away my clothes before pointed nails rend previously unblemished flesh. My narrow hips are lifted despite my attempts to scrabble away. I know what he plans and I don't want it!

Violation; terrible white-hot pain explodes through my senses. I can feel my muscles strain, my skin stretch too slowly to compensate his thrust and finally tear. I scream hard enough that my voice hitches sharply. He doesn't heed my cries as he stabs into my body with abandon. Deeper he goes, shredding soft inner tissue as he seeks gratification. I feel blood flow down my thighs in a steady stream.

Why? What did I do to incite this? Stop it. Go away. No!

He slams into my weaker frame, shuddering in his pleasure as semen fills my body. I lay still while he gathers his clothing and walks out my door nonchalantly. I tremble with rage and disgust. Blood continues to leak from my battered orifice, along with a few drops of sticky liquid. I clench my fists, snarling at his vulgar audacity and my own weakness.

He will pay.

No one can desecrate me!