When love is a gun

By The Chichi Slaughter House

Warnings: Bad title, Vegeta as an uke, and a whore, degradation of Vegeta, yaoi, lemon, swearing, GokuxVegeta later on…etc

Disclaimer: LOL, Do I even need one? points to name that does not say 'Akira Toriyama', 'Ocean', 'FUNimation', or any other the many other companies that own rights to the awesome show Not mine…sadly.

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Chapter one:

Sunlight dawned upon a new day, shining through the tall glass windows of an old mansion that seemed to be the property of a very rich family, the strong rays glowing through a particular bedroom window, hitting the pillow of a young boy, his features soft in sleep, his arms holding the blanket close to his body, snoring softly, even as his bedroom door opened, and a woman in her thirties came in, looking nervously at him, her eyes full of tears.

She had looked after this boy for a long time, even though he was not her own, and she had come to love and treasure him more than anything else in the world. He had lived there for too long, and secretly, she had hoped he would have left the house by now. The young boy was only of seventeen years of age, and she knew that a whorehouse was no place to bring him up, but she had limited choices, and had almost begged the keeper to let him stay, even though it had been rather easy.

She sighed gently as she looked upon his innocent features, knowing that appearances were deceptive, but not caring, still thinking of him as a sweet young child, even though he was not that young anymore. She tried to keep her tears in as she remembered it was to be his eighteenth birthday next week, remembering the promise she had made to the previous owner, regretting it. The owner had died two years ago, though what from, she didn't know, and since, his son had taken over the business, making the girls inside feel unsafe, uncaring of how they were treated, so much unlike his father.

Her hands went to her chest, bowing her head sadly as she thought of the owner's father, feeling upset even further at the knowledge that he was dead. Every time she had gotten into trouble, he had been there to protect her, to put the customers in line; in fact, it had been whenever any of the ladies were in peril. But his son was not like that. The great man's son treated them all like dirt.

One of her best friends had gotten killed a few days ago, and it was still such a big shock to her, though her friends here had ended up dying a few times…from diseases, or because of untreatable bodily illnesses… But this was different. No one could have helped any of her other friends…but this friend could have been saved…should have been saved. Her last customer had brought a knife with him, and had tried to kill her when they were alone, but she managed to flee the room, injured and bleeding, only to be struck down and stabbed in the back.

And the new owner hadn't done a thing to stop it.

He'd just laughed, and let the guy go.

No one felt safe here anymore.

She held back her tears as she saw the young man stir, watching him as he woke up, rubbing his eyes and yawning as he looked around, noticing her after a moment or two, smiling slightly as he yawned and stretched, pushing his long hair out of his face to let it fall gracefully around his shoulders. He had always been a beautiful child…long black hair…dark playful eyes…a small wicked smile… But now, as a man, he seemed so much more handsome than ever before, maybe because he was older, but she really didn't know. She watched as he rubbed his eyes, then gave her a lopsided smirk.

"Morning Ayumi…" His low tenured voice spoke, as he gracefully slipped from the covers and dressed, not shy about being naked in front of her. After all, she was like a mother to him, and he had seen her naked on more than one occasion, when she bathed him, or when she had just been with a customer and had wanted to check on him. Despite the bad news she was meant to give him, she gave a smile to him in return, waiting for him to get fully dressed before hugging him tightly.

"Good morning, Vegeta." She smiled as he hugged her back, then gently stroked his soft hair, inhaling his smell to comfort herself. She had decided that she would tell him what was to be expected of him before his birthday came, so that he could leave, or find a way to bargain with the new Master – though she doubted that would be possible – or just something so his fate would not be like hers. But now, as they hugged and held each other, her stroking his hair, she knew she couldn't do it. She didn't want him to leave, but she didn't want him to stay here and suffer her fate because of herself… He was only young…he didn't have anywhere else to go; she couldn't just send him off somewhere! But she couldn't just break his smile by telling him about this!!

She didn't know what to do…

"…Ayumi…?" His voice broke her thoughts as she looked up at his face, awaiting what he had to say. There was a very small crimson blush over his cheeks, which was puzzling to her as he finished his sentence. "Can you let me go now? We've been hugging for five minutes and I need to relieve myself…" Instantly, she unwound her arms from him and kissed his cheek.

"Never change…" She whispered, almost as a plea, and almost like a prayer, watching him leave his room to go to the bathroom, before slipping out of the bedroom door to get some food. She felt awful at her inability to help him, and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, trying not to break down completely, when a blonde woman spotted her, walking over and wrapping her arms around her, letting her head rest on her shoulder. "…Ran Fuan…?"

Ran Fuan was a young girl, about the age of twenty, with curly blonde hair and big blue eyes. She hadn't been here very long, but her parents had thrown her out because there were too many men who wanted to marry her, and she wouldn't choose, insisting that she was in love with a man already, and that she would marry him and no one else. After finding out that this man was married, her father threw her out in disgrace, disgusted because she had intended to split them up, leaving her with nowhere to go.

Frieza had taken her in after…

"Sssh Aymui…I'm here…" The young lady soothed, hugging her closer. "What's wrong?" Ayumi shook her head sadly, clinging to her sadly, saying nothing. The blonde understood that now was no the time for words, now was the time for comfort; words would come later. "Let's go to your room; you don't want anyone to see you like this…" Gently, she was steered into her room, just as Vegeta walked past heading towards his breakfast.

Where did Ayumi go? The small male wondered, not noticing that he had just passed her and Ran Fuan on the way, pulling his old blue shirt over his torso more, having decided much earlier in his life that he preferred to wear it open, exposing his chest. Crossing down a corridor to the right that passed the Master's room, he smiled in at Frieza as he walked past, completely unaware of the situation going on, and got a knowing smirk in return, not even seeing it because he had passed the door.

Looking around the building for a short while, he spotted Seripa – a short-haired teen a few years older than him – and walked quickly up to her, smiling, knowing she couldn't resist him when he smiled, knowing that she thought he was adorable, and though that wasn't what he was aiming for, it was good enough to get what he wanted this time.

"Hey, have you seen Ayumi today?" He asked politely, smiling at her with a gentle, yet playful look in his dark eyes, making her smile in return. She paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, then shook her head.

"Sorry kid, I haven't seen her at all today…" Seripa spotted another girl over the other side of the corridor that was brushing her long brown hair and waved over at her. "Hey, come here a second!" It seemed that the slightly older of the two women rolled her eyes as she walked to them, an eyebrow raised. "Have you seen Ayumi yet today, Retasu?" The brown-haired girl shook her head and looked over Vegeta a few times.

"Why don't you go and get some food while there is some left, Vegeta? You look so hungry…" Gratefully, the male nodded and walked to the kitchen, saying hello to the person who cooked, collecting some bread and milk, sitting down to eat them quietly, frowning at how his 'mother' had seemed that morning. Something was wrong, he knew it. She never acted like that unless it was something serious…like when her friend had died because a customer had knifed her…

He frowned around his mouthful of bread and looked around the empty kitchen, as if it would give him clues as to the problem at hand. But it wouldn't, his mind giving him a blank, no matter what he stared at. With a deeper look of confusion on his face, he finished his meal and went in search of Ayumi again, determined to find out what was wrong. She couldn't hide it from him; she was never able to, because he just got it out of her every time, just like he would now.

As he rounded a corner, he collided into the person he was looking for, both of them hitting the floor, Ayumi looking completely embarrassed as her skirt blew up from the fall, pushing it down hurriedly, looking away. Although they had seen each other naked on plenty of occasions, she still disliked the idea of seeing their intimate areas. After all, she was a whore, and a woman, and he was a man… It wasn't to say she didn't trust him, but it just seemed inappropriate, as she had been like a mother to him, and to her, he had been a child… Her cheeks went bright red as he got up, offering her a hand and smiling.

"Ayumi, I found you! What happened? Where did you go?" Her hand found its way into his, and he lifted her up from the floor until she was on her feet, calming down from the embarrassment. Vegeta looked closely at her, as if her appearance would explain where she went or what she had been doing, now more than a little curious about it. She felt nervous under the scrutiny, and looked to the side.

"I just went back into my room, Vegeta…" She began, looking at him carefully, a gentle smile tugging at her lips. "Were you worried?" Waiting for his answer, the woman tried not to laugh; knowing that Vegeta couldn't answer this question properly, as he was a very proud person and that he just would not say yes. It was rather cute really, the way he acted so tough… The smile slipped from her face when she remembered that a week into the future, and her poor little boy would be a pet for Frieza to do with as he liked…

That thought scared her.

She didn't know what Frieza had in mind for him, whether he'd be a guard, a chef, another boss… What would he become? There was not much that he could actually do here…there were limited jobs…and there was only one job she knew of that could have as many people doing it as the cold Frieza desired…being a whore…

"Of course I wasn't worried! I was just wondering…" The male defended, his voice cutting into her thoughts and distracting her away from them, looking at him with a gentle smile, offering her hand to him. He took it in his own and smiled at her, clueless as to what her thoughts were as she led him to Ran Fuan's room, having asked her to do this earlier, and having gotten an enthusiastic response.

If he was going to be a whore, then he was damn well going to know pleasure before he did it.