Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.
Finally! My beta-reader was actually bugging me to e-mail this to her. Oh yeah! Special thanks to the wonderful and magnificent (she wrote that) VOR, my very first beta-reader. And a toast to Crepian who said I couldn't do a dark fic! In your face!
WARNING: This chapter shows exactly WHY I have the R-rating up! Nondescript rape, psychological dark plot, and pervasive language. Oh yeah, yaoi too, but does that really need to be a warning?
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Slippered feet furiously paced the white floor of the moonlit padded cell, walking past and through the shadows of the bars on the tiled floor. The room was slightly chilly with the beginning of the night.
One Two Three Four Five Six Turn.
One Two Three Four Five Six Turn.
They couldn't stop, their bearer on the verge of a panic attack. Goku went over to the metal door and gently rapped two fingers on it. There was the sound of scraping metal as a small section of the door opened up, large enough for two blue eyes to look in at him. "You doing okay, Goku?"
The young saiyajin nodded a little hesitantly, his voice thick with nervousness. "Um, yeah. I'm okay. You and Bill are going to be out there all night, right?"
"Of course, Goku. We'll be here. Just try to get some rest."
The metal clap slid shut and Goku turned back to pacing, muttering low to himself, "Sleeping is the very last thing I want to do tonight."
Everything happened very quickly that afternoon when he found the message...after he managed to explain coherently what had happened. He was immediately moved to room C-715 and given a complete wash down so that all past residue from his bloody nightmares would be gone, even to best criminal forensics. Then the hospital set up a night shift between Bill and Jake to keep a constant eye on him. He was also given pills to keep himself from seeing hallucinations.
The doctors feared Goku's disease was escalating. They hadn't even identified what he had yet! It wasn't a real problem for the other patients. But Goku was the exception! For years he had been deemed the most powerful man in the world because of his longstanding martial arts career. He was a prodigy since he was only 16 years old, defeating old veterans in all forms of martial arts. It would be a terrible thing if he went mad...
They were already having trouble keeping this from the press. It would disturb the mass public to know that one of the world's most famous martial artists and champion of the World Budokai for nearly a decade was simply insane. There might even be a mass outcry for his complete maximum confinement or even... they dared not to think it, an appeal for his extermination by the radicals of society.
Dr. Sullivan nearly peed in his pants the first time he saw his fighting idol suddenly brought into his office. If only he wasn't so famous, the hospital wouldn't be having such problems! It simply wasn't right to lock him up just because he was inhumanly strong and a little disturbed in the mind! But maximum security may be what it came down to if Goku's mind degraded as it did.
Goku was only slightly aware of these worries as he was effectively cut out of the loop. His main concern was the youkai... He didn't tell anyone, but Vegeta had been haunting him for as long as he could remember. Even to back when he was a young boy, always coming to visit his dreams.
Ironically, those were good dreams. Innocent and naïve as he was, he enjoyed the visits from the friendly creature who looked almost human, but wasn't. That's when he was told about his heritage...about being the last of his kind from an extinct race of warriors and that he had the potential to become the strongest man in the universe. That's when he received the name Kakarotto.
When those dreams faded as he entered his teen years, he dismissed them as childhood fantasies. Why shouldn't he? For crying out loud, Vegeta-vegetable, Kakarotto-carrot! Even saiyajin was nihongo for vegetable people!
He simply regarded the dreams as natural character builders leading him into his successful martial arts career.
It was only when the dreams came back over a year ago did he realize they were not normal dreams. They had taken a twisted, horrifying turn, turning his life into a living nightmare. His childhood mentor, who hadn't aged a bit since Goku was four, was now his oppressor. Sexual assaults and pain from the demon were a given now.
Goku had to constantly fight back the hurt and shattered spirit in his eyes when someone looked at him. He couldn't tell anyone about his past experiences with the demon, either. People would really believe that he was insane. More so, if they didn't already. How he wished that everyone would just leave him alone... The doctors, the demon, everyone!
He stopped pacing and went to the door once more. "Jake? What time is it?"
A yawn. "9 o'clock. Go to sleep. I mean it."
The saiyajin turned and went back to pacing.
One Two Three Four Five Six Turn.
One Two Three Four Five Six Turn.
When did the sun rise? In nine hours? Maybe he really should just sleep.
But he didn't.
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As the full moon hung high overhead in the midnight sky, a low soothing tune drifted out into the heavens past the iron bars of C-715's cell.
Te-ell me why...
the stars do shine...
Te-ell me why...
the ivy twines...
Te-ell me why...
the sky's so blue...
And I'll tell you...
why I love you.
It was his favorite lullaby as a child, and it comforted him still. Goku sighed, singing the tune once more. Such a sweet song. He didn't remember the rest of it, if there was any more. He didn't even remember where he picked it up. Maybe- maybe it came from his real mother... Or so he liked to imagine. No one really had any idea where he came from. It was as if he showed up out of the blue, found by an elderly man named Son Gohan.
The youkai was the only one that was able to give him any sort of past.
Wonderful, he thought to himself bitterly, I'm too afraid to even think he name now. His biting sarcasm didn't stave off the slow choking hold that anticipation was slowly gaining on him as the minutes ticked away.
Everything on the hospital compound was completely quiet. The dark courtyard below was empty and not a sound was heard, not even from the birds. No doubt all the patients were already asleep, even the ones that believed they were vampires or other such monsters of the night.
No, there was only one true monster out there...
He went over to the metal door once more and rapped on it gently, "Jake, Bill, What time is it?" A deathly silence was his only reply. He rapped again, harder this time, fighting down his panic, "JAKE! BILL! Are you there?!" Again, nothing.
Suddenly, he felt the room grow colder and darker, a cloud covering the translucent rays of the moon. He could feel the darkness... surrounding him... He could sense it shifting behind him...
"Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit!" he cursed several times and yelled their names even louder. "JAKE! BILL! GET IN HERE! GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!!"
He pounded the door furiously, making it cry from its hinges, and he cursed Bulma, his "friend," a thousand times over for building a cell capable of keeping him captive!
Then he heard it. The quiet, dark, sultry chuckle overpowered his panicked cries by the mere presence of the man that made them. "Kakarotto, is that the way you greet a friend?" The saiyajin could feel the demon smirk behind him and those eyes boring into his back. "Turn around, love," the youkai no ou ordered in an amused tone.
Goku shook his head, fear thrumming through his body.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" the dark voice hissed.
Slowly, he did turn, only to see darkness. Then the sky opened up as if it was a spotlight, and there he was...
The demon sat on the rumpled bed sheets, cross-legged and leaning his slender face against the arm supported on a bent knee. He looked so relaxed and casual, clothed only in a thick long black cloak and slowly batting his horrendous leather wings. His free arm rested over his bare lap, clawed fingers drumming the side of his satin-skinned thigh in patient waiting.
The saiyajin looked past the coy smile, knowing of the fang-like incisors hiding behind those thin lips. The demon's upswept flaming ebony hair seemed to sway by an unknown breeze. But it was those piercing gold eyes that seemed to glow in the dark that kept the young saiyajin immobile, just daring him to move the slightest inch.
The youkai no ou's unnaturally good looks were lost upon the younger mortal, his perception blinded by his quaking terror.
A fine lined eyebrow on the demon's pale face rose in inquiry, "Are you not happy to see me, Kakarotto?" The amused smirk grew. "It's the first time we've met in the flesh, so to speak."
Goku only shivered, his bright eyes wide, as the dark voice seemed to wrap around him. Suddenly the demon laughed, nearly making the saiyajin jump out of his skin. "You look like a doe caught in the headlights!" he pointed at the frozen saiyajin while holding onto his gut.
Slowly, when Goku made no sound or reaction, the demon stopped his laughter though his shoulders still shook with mirth. A clawed hand was raised and two fingers waved the saiyajin towards the bed. "Why don't you come sit by me?" The young fighter could see those eyes gleam with a predatory madness, one that was all too familiar, and he quickly shook his head, backing up away from the youkai. The demon frowned, "Oh come now, what's wrong?"
The saiyajin's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously and he found his voice, "W-what did you do to Jake and Bill?" He cursed at how hesitant and weak he sounded.
"That doesn't matter." The youkai grinned viscously. Goku's eyes flicked up to the monitoring camera up in the corner of the room. "That doesn't matter either," the dark voice replied to his silent question. "We are... completely alone." The saiyajin looked back at the demon, his panic and terror increasing at the implied statement.
No one would help him.
No one would even hear him scream.
The demon raised his hand again and smirked. "So love," he ordered, "come HERE." Suddenly, Goku stumbled forward and fell on one knee as if he was yanked forward by an invisible arm. Trembling, he stood on his feet and went over to the bed, his head bowed in submissive shame. He knew from experience, it was simply against his better interest if he tried to resist.
The bed creaked and shifted as the saiyajin sat upon it, a mere couple of inches away from the demon. He could feel the cold aura enwrap him as icy, clawed fingers cupped his chin to look into the demon's golden eyes.
Those thin lips still kept smiling as they opened to issue another order. "Kiss me."
Goku's eyes widened. What? He never asked for that before.
The demon's eyes narrowed lustfully and his smirk widened. "I want to commemorate our first night together like this. You will love me like a real lover. I want you to enjoy this."
"You've got to be shitting me," the saiyajin whispered incredulously. "First you force me to be your little whore. Now you want me to pretend to enjoy it?!" he hissed angrily.
The demon frowned, "No, Kakarotto. You WILL enjoy it. Just like you should."
"You're insane!" Goku spat out, only to be cut off as his face was shoved roughly against the demon's lips. There he stayed for at least a minute, until he realized that Vegeta was being gentle with him. He frowned; what the hell does he want? Then it hit him. The demon wanted him to kiss back.
Before he realized it, his trembling lips tried to move against the possessive, sure mouth as a small, frightened bid to please the demon. Goku's eyes shot open wide as he realized what he was involuntarily doing. W-what was this...? What the fuck was he doing?!
He recoiled from the demon's lips as if he had been burnt and his hands flew to cover his mouth. Why did he-? How could he do that to himself?! It was bad enough that the youkai always forcefully took from him... but if he actually started to give it willingly...He would lose all the innocence that he had left.
Goku felt his blood heat in indignant fury. Like fucking hell that was going to happen! He swore he would never stoop to that level no matter how bad things got! This was the last straw!!
In an instant he hurled himself away from the demon, nearly braining himself against the wall in the process.
The demon was not amused.
As if on cue, the air became very thick with a heated tension that covered the room in its own sickly humidity. Beads of cold sweat formed on Goku's brow as the youkai slowly got off the bed, letting his long cloak drape to the floor. The demon neared the terrified mortal, his smirk, bereft of its former amusement, was underlined with irritation, as if it was forced.
Suddenly, Goku nearly broke into a fit of nervous giggles when he saw the youkai no ou was at least six inches shorter than he was. In his nightmares the demon was always gigantic. His breath hitched when the demon came inches away from him and floated up to his height, those dark, powerful wings beating at slow, steady intervals.
Phantom aches and pains suddenly came back to plague him as those eyes pierced into him. He felt...so weak next to this gold-eyed monster and wanted to beat himself with pure disgust and hatred because he knew that the demon could sense the fear rolling off of him in waves.
Slowly, the clawed fingers came up to the saiyajin's soft cheek and stroked it gently. "Kakarotto..." he said quietly. "You are being quite-" Goku gave a harsh gasp when those claws sunk into his skin and slashed it open, leaving three fine lines of blood, "-DEFIANT tonight."
The saiyajin ground his teeth together, intent on standing up to the demon. He wouldn't back down this time! He had had enough! He would rather die than let Vegeta touch him again! Not when...it wasn't even a dream...
The vicious grin slowly came back to that fanged mouth and the clawed hand reached behind Goku's head and fit itself snugly behind his neck. Yet the young saiyajin could feel two claws about his Adam's apple, reminding him of the power the demon had over him.
Shivers of bitter hatred went through Goku's body when the youkai leaned into him, holding his upper torso captive with an unfanthomly strong arm, and a cold cheek, cold as death, was pressed against his own.
Goku's breath went ragged at the overwhelming proximity and unwanted sudden captivity. "Come now, Kakarotto," the breath tickling his ear was like an icy winter chill, "why are you being so uncooperative? You know the drill. You do as I say and I don't hurt you...much."
"Tell me, Kakarotto," the demon suddenly demanded, "is something the matter?" The claws tightened around the captive's neck ever so slightly.
God, how hopeless this all was. When could he escape this madman? When could he just go home and live a happy life with his wife and unborn son? When would his final release from this pain and suffering be found?
Bitter tears of humiliation and utter despair started to well up in already glassy eyes. Goku's voice came up in a harsh whisper, "I...I hate you..."
He could feel the demon's smirk against his skin and the dark voice purred, "That doesn't matter, love. Hate is every bit as passionate as love."
Goku hissed in bitter fury, "Is that why you do this to me?! You hate me?!"
Those feline eyes flashed hungrily, "Maybe...But either way..." Goku winced when an unusually warm tongue came to his cheek and licked the fresh cuts open, "you taste just as divine..." Another tremor went through the saiyajin's body, not going unnoticed by the demon.
A soft purr of contentment reverberated through the captor's chest. "So sensitive..." he took another lick under the chin, near the jugular, enjoying watching the saiyajin writhe in discomfort. "And so delicate..." he smirked, putting emphasis on the last word. Goku's blood ran cold when a hand came up under his robe up to his chest.
Oh God! He's going to do it again! No! Never! Stop him now! He couldn't be used again! Not again! Never again!!
"STOP!!" With all the strength he could muster, he shoved and struggled against the youkai.
The demon barely moved. All that happened was a threatening tightening around Goku's throat. But the rebellion was acknowledged and the demon's eyes went steely. "So," he growled menacingly, "determined not to let me have you?"
Goku cried in agony as the claws suddenly dug into his tender neck, nicking bone. Rivers of blood were already coming from the wounds, spreading onto the back of his robe like a fan. The demon's tail puffed up like a bottlebrush and lashed behind him.
"You little fucker! I'll have you anytime I want! With or without your consent! You got that?!"
Goku cried out in a whisper, his eyes squeezed shut from the pain, "No. Oh God, please no."
Those piercing gold eyes narrowed on him. "There is no God, Kakarotto." He growled in fury, "No one cares about you! No one can save you from the torture I can put you through! No one can..." He trailed off, staring ahead as if he was looking right through Goku, to some object far away. Slowly, a demented, lopsided grin came to his face and he laughed. "No one can save you from the torture I WILL put you through!"
The saiyajin's bright eyes widened in terror and disbelief. What could the demon possibly do that was worse than what it's already done?! The demon backed away from the saiyajin yet still kept those fingers dug into the soft flesh of Goku's neck...
They were...around his spine and nerves... If he tried to get away, he might die or worse- live and be paralyzed, more at the mercy of this monsters than he already was... And he had to think of his family. He couldn't leave ChiChi alone...
So he just stayed put, watching as the youkai threw back his cloak and drew up his free hand to his own bare chest. Without the cloak draped over the demon's shoulders, Goku could see many scars on his lithe, naked body. He had to have been in many battles... Goku also wondered in his giddy state of panic, whether the demon ever got cold wearing only that old cloak.
Suddenly, he heard a low sadistic chuckle coming from the youkai no ou, reminding him once again of the danger. The demon dug a sharp claw into his flesh and swiftly cut a wound into his chest. All at once, the room became afoul with the putrid stench of rotting flesh as black blood slowly dripped from the wound like syrup.
Goku felt his insides squeeze and groan and he had to fight the urge to vomit the bile collecting up at the back of his throat. After an acidy swallow, he managed to demand hoarsely, "W-what are you doing?"
The demon smirked, a mad possessive gleam in his eyes, "I'm going to make you want me, Kakarotto." The saiyajin froze, frowning as he tried to figure out what the demon just said and at the same time denying it. The demon saw this with an amused look and continued, "At the taste of my blood, you will become bound to me, and slowly the blood with transfuse with yours." His face neared the saiyajin's with his fierce eyes, taking one slow inch at a time. "It will spread through your body, morphing your DNA along the way, until it reaches the heart." At that a bloodied claw came to Goku's chest. "There it will take over your soul, make you want me, make you need me."
A sick smile came to his pale lips, "Do you know what happens then?" Goku slowly shook his head. The demon slightly tilted his head and let his finger drag along the saiyajin's chest. "It goes up." The saiyajin shivered as that claw dragged up his throat, leaving a thin line of black of its path.
"It goes up and up and up," the youkai whispered. "Until it reaches your head," he tapped Goku's temple with his black bloodied claw, leaving small onyx dots on the paled skin. "And then," the demon whispered, his eyes grinning with excitement while his mouth kept its relaxed smirk, "and then it will take over your mind. The last part that will be keeping you from me. And then... and then, love, you will be completely mine!"
Eyes wide, the saiyajin kept shaking his head in denial, "No, it's not true. You're bluffing. Trying to trick me." The demon's smirk never wavered, making him even more nerve wracked. No! It was a trick!! Then Goku frowned with confusion. "What did you mean...my DNA morphs..." he asked timidly.
"Oh...just a little side effect..." the demon's eyes turned wicked. "You become a youkai yourself."
Goku froze completely, staring at the demon with incomprehension. Did he just say...
Suddenly, the youkai laughed at the expression on the saiyajin's face, a hyena's high, harsh cry that made your bones shiver. "Come now, it's not that bad being a youkai! Human flesh tastes good once you get used to it!" He silenced his laughter to small chuckles. "Such a shame though... These awful wings would ruin your form." Then again a sick smirk graced his features and he cupped the Goku's jaw with his free hand, "Although you would look gorgeous with these golden eyes."
The saiyajin closed his eyes, hissing with revulsion as he clenched his fists. The pain of the buried hand in the back of his neck was a mere ache compared to the thought of what this demon was planning. No. No fucking way! He would never love this monster!
"It's your choice," the demon continued slyly, stroking Goku's cheek with his thumb. "You can either love me willingly, or I will simply make you."
The mortal's eyes narrowed in silent fury and he hissed venomously, "I'll never love you! Even if you try to change me!"
Raising an eyebrow of slight incredulity, the demon merely shrugged, "The decision is made." Goku cried as the demon tore off his bloody robe and drew his face closer to the gaping black wound. He brought up his hands to the youkai's chest and tried in vain to shove himself away though his spine was dangerously close to snapping as the demon tightened his hold. The trained and powerful arms only buckled out in front of him as his face was ruthlessly shoved against the flowing black blood.
Goku's mind screamed in revulsion as the syrupy rotten ooze entered through his lips. Both his nose and mouth were smothered against the wound and muscled flesh, so his screams came out as muffled sobs.
Almost immediately suffocation sent waves of dizziness through him. Though he could barely think, instinct to survive kicked in and he futilely tried to use his trapped arms between their two bodies while his legs tried to kick them apart. Vegeta's gold eyes silently laughed at the mortal's feeble attempts to escape him.
Goku's mind was swimming in a sea of panic, his thoughts doggedly evading his reality, leaving him almost helpless. Breathe! Breathe! Breathe! his mind screamed. I can't! I can't! was the reply. His instinctual struggle increased, but to escape a youkai...was to escape death... It could not be done. Inky blackness leaked into his mind, hazing his senses and reason further and that vile black blood flowed so easily into his mouth. Just give up. his mind said. Just give up. I can't! I won't! his heart cried. But it was fighting a losing battle, becoming weaker by the millisecond.
You have to, his mind said.
Finally overwhelmed, Goku slowly stilled and his shoulders slumped as he gave in. The blood welled up in his mouth slid so easily down his unclenched throat and in an instant he was on the cold floor in a puddle of his own blood; Blood that had drained from his neck wound. It splattered across the white tile so artistically it looked the work of a professional painter.
Curled inward like a wounded animal, the mortal took in huge grateful gulps of the cell's blood soaked air. Then he unceremoniously vomited all over himself, the mixture part black blood and part his dinner. The floor was quickly looking like some sort of abstract nightmare, red and black blood, spotted and splattered over the cell's smooth white tiles.
The room was soon filled with the sound of the young saiyajin's sobbing as he held himself in a fetal position on the floor, shuddering violently. How could he be so weak?! How could he let this vile monster have his way with him every time?! He wanted to end it all. End this suffering once and for all! But no, he was a coward! He was afraid of death! He was so weak...
The demon's cape flowed out in front of him as the youkai slowly stepped away from his prize, admiring the perfect picture of complete and total humiliation. Near the steel-barred window, the demon held his blood soaked hand up to the moon's light and smiled, exposing his sharp fangs. "How beautiful your blood looks in the moonlight. Just as stunning as the brightest silver. Look how the color changes!"
His grin went sadistic and he brought his clawed digits to his mouth to lap the gleaming silver from his hand. Slowly, as if he was savoring the prefect cognac. The youkai's gold eyes lulled over in pleasure at the mere taste of the blood. Goku stared at him, hypnotized with horror, but he was too tired, too drained of blood to do anything.
The demon glanced over to the still saiyajin and demanded brutally, "Kakarotto! Come here and stand by the window!"
Goku coughed heavily from the extra vomit and his sobs. He only managed to croak hoarsely, "No...please...I've had enough..." The demon roughly grabbed him by the arm and forced him up to his feet to make him stand over next to the window. All the young mortal could do was break into a fresh round of quiet, controlled sobs. He put up with all this...shit for so long...
The youkai's eyes gleamed in mad glee at the spectacle before him. The other man was the work of a god, strong, muscular, tall and pale in the moonlight. The silvery blood seemed to wrap around him like a beautiful exotic tattoo and those tears...a testament to his purity. He could feel blood lust thrill through his veins as he took a deep breath of that heady scent of blood and saiyajin. He longed for the sight, smell, touch and taste of the other. To make him his right now and consume him.
A shaking hand came up to Goku's face to thumb away the trails of tears. Vegeta's usually sure voice was quaking with lust and burning need. "By Hades, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on." Hesitantly, as if he was almost afraid to indulge, Vegeta's hot mouth came to Goku's naked chest and he started to suck and lap up the divine blood.
The saiyajin went cold to the bone once he felt the demon's raspy tongue on his already abused flesh. "W-why don't I look like you yet?" he demanded, trying to draw the demon's attention away from the blood. It did. The demon licked his reddened lips and smirked, his eyes laughing at the saiyajin once more, taking away all hope that somehow the blood ritual had gone wrong.
The demon brought up two hands and formed them into a triangle. A strange, silvery mist swirled between his fingers, creating a reflective device. In spite of himself, Goku cautiously peered into the small youkai-made mirror, his curiosity burning. Almost at once he reared back with a small cry of horror. His eyes...His onyx eyes had turned a rich golden brown, not yet all the way into the youkai's feline ones, but there was a definite change.
He shook his head disbelievingly and said weakly, "It's a trick. Something with the moon- Those aren't my eyes!"
The awful grin came back to the demon's face and he dissipated the mirror in favor of stroking the licked-clean flesh. "But they are, love. You are changing into a youkai, little by little. But it's all happening so slowly," his voice faking suffering. The young ex-saiyajin's lips twisted in revulsion and he wanted to spit in the man's face. The youkai's eyes gleamed in predatory madness and he continued in a rapturous voice, "But you will be mine soon enough. It's only a matter of weeks. Meanwhile...anticipation just makes it all the sweeter."
At those words, despair ravaged Goku's heart and he turned his face away in shame. The demon said in mock sympathy, "Oh you poor thing." His mouth twisted with amusement and he cupped the young face and gently turned it to look into those new honeyed eyes. "Don't fret, love. Soon you'll see my point of view." He breathed out a lusty breath and whispered, "Then I'll have you for all eternity."
The saiyajin knocked the hand away angrily and he growled in his burning fury, "I'll never love you. I'll fight it! You have no control over my mind!"
"Not yet I don't," the demon replied. Paying no heed to the bitter hatred reflecting in the other's eyes, the demon smiled coyly and leaned into Goku's face to kiss his cold, unresponsive lips. Fresh tears trickled down the saiyajin's cheeks, not going unnoticed.
Vegeta wavered. But hesitation was gone in a flash. "Kakarotto, now what's wrong?" he asked gently.
"Don't act like you fucking care!!" Goku cried out, bringing his trembling hands to the sides of his head, driving away the figurative demons. "I am nothing more than a sex toy to you and you know it!"
The youkai merely smirked. "And NOW you begin to yell at me? Quite moody, you are. You were crying only minutes before." He gave a heavy sigh, "But I suppose you are right about me." His tail waved languidly behind him and his half-lidded eyes shined lustily at the saiyajin. "I would like nothing more than to fuck your brains out right now, my little monkey pet."
Goku froze in shock and he whispered harshly, "You wouldn't...Not after what you did to me already..."
Before he knew it he was slammed down against the bed, his back cracking on impact with the metal frame. Instantly, the demon was on him and he was turned over onto his stomach. The mortal screamed out his pleads while he was freed of any last shred of clothing.
The demon growled, the side of his mouth twitching as he forced himself to keep a smirk on. "You were getting awfully smart with me tonight, Kakarotto. You need to be rewarded."
"No! Please! I won't do it again! I swear!"
Laughing, the youkai replied, "You mistake me, love. I like you better quite...feisty." Tears came to Goku's eyes again as he was forcefully spread wide, screaming out for the demon to stop. Oh God no! The pain, the pain! He could feel it already. He was dirt! That's all he was! How could this be happening to him if it wasn't so?! He tried to buck the demon off, but it only served to please him more. Please! Not again!
"Yess, Kakarotto," the demon purred, "fight me. But remember this, boy." His dark voice ran low and quiet, still even when he was holding the struggling saiyajin. "I will own every little bit of you, and you'll be the one to come to me. You can never be free of me. You are MINE!!"
On that last cry, the mortal was invaded. It seemed like an eternity that an indescribable amount of pain shot up his spine, making him scream out into the night. It had to have stayed that way for hours, until suddenly he snapped and his mind went elsewhere.
He felt himself floating, floating in the pain, his mind completely bereft of reality and he was descending slowly, the hurt becoming worse as he went down. Why did it hurt so much more this time? What was so different? Suddenly he dropped and with one last anguished howl, he plunged into the vat of pure white-hot agony.
Then there was nothing.
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*deep sigh* Man I was planning on writing more but it's already too late, and I wanna get up early tomorrow! Oh yeah, if you noticed, I used the actual name "Vegeta" in the "session" about two times. That was on purpose.
By the way, can anyone tell me exactly how to use the html format? I know which html tags are which (I just took web design class), but so far I haven't been able to successfully format a fic the way I wanted it to. Can anybody help?
Phoo, I'm tired. Happy holidays everybody!