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WARNING: Vegeta will be OOC in this chapter. He's a slave for crying out loud!

Universal Chatting

Chapter 6 – Tortured

Vegeta's POV

I struggled to sit up, but my Master's foot held me down. I coughed from the lack of oxygen in my lungs. His foot was crushing me. I reached my hand out, up towards my Master.

"M-Master . . .please. I'm sorry for not telling you about her. But, she's no threat to you. Really. She's just a human." I pleaded. My Master looked down at me, away from the computer screen, and sneered.

(A/N: By the way, the Master is not Frieza. There is ONE person out there who knows who the Master is. There is also someone else involved. Ain't I evil?)

"Of course she's not a threat! Are you calling me weak?" he yelled. My eyes grow wide.

"No! Not at all. You are not weak. No one can beat me. I'm sorry, My Master. I did not mean to offend you. Please forgive me." I said. He then smirked and caressed my cheek with his hand. Just like I was trained to do, I moaned. He chuckled.

"Such a good pet. No wonder my brother kept you out of all the other Saiyans. He was right about you. Such a pleasure to torture you. Don't you agree?" he said. I nodded.

Him and his brother have trained me to their liking. I know what to say and what to do to make them happy. I know why they do what they do. I'm a monster. I killed race after race. I never held back. My body is vile. I hate it. I cover it up as much as possible unless told otherwise.

I noticed that Master was done talking to Bulma when he turned to me with a devious smile. I shuddered. He chuckled. He likes to make me shudder.

"Well, my love, I guess I can forgive you this time. But not without a proper punishment. Though, I think you'll like this little game. I'm feeling generous today." He said.

He'll do this sometimes. He'll make me feel loved then rip it away. Very rare do I receive pleasure. I don't deserve it anyway.

"Yes, Master." I mumbled.

(A/N: Sick violence ahead. I chose to go a different way of torture. The Master, if you haven't guessed who he is, will make it seem like he cares for Vegeta. But he doesn't. This is not a yaoi. Though I could make it a yaoi. But I won't do that. You probably won't like that, huh?)

He laughed and kneeled in front of me and raised his thick purple tail to my face. The tip flicking at my nose. He put his ice-cold hand against my chest and pushed me down on my back.

"You know your training, Princeling. I want your screams to be extra loud this time, though. And, you have to wear these chains. I might just pleasure you if you behave. Would you like that?" he asked. I might just get a break.

"Yes, Master." I say.

"Good." He said.

He locked the chains to my wrists and ankles. I took a deep breath to prepare myself. He gazed at me with his red eyes. An evil glint about them. He began ripping off my clothes, shedding them to pieces. I shuddered, knowing that's what he wanted. He chuckled. He trailed his fingers down my chest, and then just as I was feeling good, he dug his sharp nails into my skin. I cried out in pain, extra loud as ordered. I heard him laugh.

"Such a good pet." He said slyly.

My Master then, without warning, plunged into me. I cried out, tears in my eyes. I mentally cursed myself. He hated crying. With pain already ripping at me, he slapped me hard on the face.

"You know you're not supposed to cry." He snapped.

"Yes, Master. Please forgive me." I pleaded. The punishment is severe for crying. He silently prayed for him to go easy on me.

"I promised you pleasure if you behaved. This is warning. One more mess up and I'll make this more painful." He said in a low voice.

"Yes, Master. I'll try harder." I said.

He dug his nails into my thighs, where I already had fresh wounds and scars. I could hear him moan. I am not allowed to open my eyes. He says my eyes are hideous. He doesn't want to look at them while getting pleasure.

His pace became faster, more painful. I kept screaming, just like he wanted me too. I tried hard to keep the tears in. But the lower area of my body has been through too much. I have dozens of scars and torn to permanent damage tissues. Tears streamed down my face. No . . .

"You are crying, Vegeta . . ." he warned. He never calls me by my name unless I'm in trouble.

"Please, Master! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Please spare me!" I begged. I heard him growl then punch me in the gut. I coughed up blood, choking.

A few more thrusts and he climaxed in me. He then slid out of me and stood up.

"Since you didn't behave, I will have to punish you. I'll be back." He stalked out of the dark room.

I crawled over to the computer. Typing slowly, I tried to contact Bulma. I got to her. Before I knew what I was doing, I was pleading to her to come help me. I regretted it immediately. I don't want her involved. She said she had a ship ready and that she was coming.

I heard my Master's footsteps and signed off. Crawling back to where I was, lie there awaiting his return.

He walked through the door, holding his personal torturing tools.

"This is what happens when you don't follow my rules. I'll go easy on you this time. I don't want you too damaged. We have company who wants to see you. We've traded, so you'll be with him for a week." He said. My eyes widen. Traded?

"I don't understand, Master. I'll be gone for a week? But why, Master. Have I done something to angry you?" I asked.

"Are you questioning me?" he yelled.

"No, Master! I would never question you." I pleaded.

"Good, pet."

He then proceeded with his tools . . .

In Space Bulma's POV

I sat by the computer in my small room. I've been waiting for him to get on for several hours. I'll keep waiting, too.

We won't arrive on the planet where Vegeta's at until about 2 days. I got the fastest ship Capsule Corp. ever built and plus, he wasn't that far away to begin with. I wanted Goku to use his instant transmission. But he didn't know what Vegeta's Ki felt like.

I sighed and tapped my finger on my desk.

"Don't worry, Bulma. We'll find him and save him." Goku tried to soothe me. I sighed.

"I'm just worried, Goku. What if he's being beaten right now?" I sobbed on his chest. I didn't get why I cared so much for him. I don't even know him! I know his name and that he's not a human. That's it. Yet he knows all about me. Goku hugged her, trying to calm his friend down.

She must be really worried.

The next two days went by slowly for Bulma. She kept by her computer. That's when Radditz signed on.

Radditz: Hey Bulma

TeenageGenius: hi

Radditz: I've been seeing your name on constantly , what are you doing?

TeenageGenius: I found out the name of DarkSoul. I also found out that he has a 'master' who tortures him, I'm on my way him right now

Radditz: Wow, poor guy. So what's his name?

TeenageGenius: Vegeta

Radditz: Vegeta! You're kidding, right?

TeenageGenius: No, of course not

Radditz: Bulma, I know him! He is Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans

TeenageGenius: What! Do you know who could have him then?

Radditz: Yes, Lord Cooler

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