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.
This chapter has MATURE CONTENT that could not be written out! It is a major part of the plot and is essential to the storyline, thus not censored. I doubt it is over the 'M' rating, but I am warning you now! Read on at your own risk!
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Chapter two:
"…Ayumi…? Why are we going to Ran's room?" Vegeta asked as they drew nearer, looking at her with a confused expression on his face, not liking being kept in the dark about whatever was going on. She tried to ignore him, and carry on, but he stopped, and grabbed her shoulders, turning her to face him. "Ayumi." Looking to the side to get away from his piercing gaze, the black-haired woman sighed, unable to glance at him, his hand guiding her face to stare back at his, a concerned look on his face. "What's going on?" She tried to tear her eyes away again as she spoke.
"Well…Vegeta, I…" She swallowed, not wanting to answer, angry at him for being naïve about his future, and furious with herself for being too weak to tell him, wanting him to be happy. Happy? Ha! He'd have no reason to be happy in a week! "Let go of me!" She cried, struggling and thrashing in his grip, her cry drawing the attention of some of the other whores, Seripa and Retasu rushing down the halls to see what was going on, thinking someone had broken in and was trying to rape Ayumi. When they got there and saw her struggling against him, they didn't know what to think.
It had always seemed that Vegeta would never try to hurt any of them, especially Ayumi… So what was going on to cause this…?? They didn't know what to do, torn between their urge to help their friend and the knowledge that Vegeta wasn't a bad person…
"It's okay girls, I just want her to tell me something…I won't do anything bad." As he spoke, Vegeta's eyes did not move from Ayumi's face, a look of grim determination set into his features as he stared at her, going quiet. Seripa and Retasu nodded silently and left them alone, not sure if what they were doing was right, worried for their friend's safety and Vegeta's innocence. "Ayumi, tell me." Her face was a mask of indignant anger as she looked back at him.
"Then let go of me!" She sighed in relief as he let go and turned to face Ran Fuan's room, looking away from her. "…I think that seeing as you are seventeen…you should…well…" She paused. "Ran Fuan wants to…" He stiffened as he looked at the door.
"To…what exactly…?"
"You two should have sex." She said clearly, crossing her arms. "I asked Ran Fuan if she would, and she's more than eager, I don't see what's wrong with it." Her cool blue eyes regarded his black as he seemed like he was about to explode. What from, she couldn't tell, but it didn't seem like it was going to be any good kind of explosion…
"Ayumi!!" Vegeta twisted around from the door, looking her in the eyes, looking shocked and appalled by her suggestion. "This isn't fair! You can't just expect me to go in there and do that to her!" He grit his teeth as his face went crimson as he stepped away from her, giving her a dirty glare. "I cannot believe you!! Why do you want me bedded??" For a moment, she was silent, saying nothing and looking away, seemingly unable to answer him, her hands holding each other in a tight embrace as she straightened her back and looked at him, annoyed.
"Don't you look at me like that!" She said through clenched teeth, resisting an urge to hit him for the offending glare, still reluctant to tell him what was going to happen, though it would help him, and explain herself. "Look Vegeta…" The glare slipped off his face and he just stood there, scowling at her. "…Ran Fuan really likes you…I've known it since she came here, the way she looks at you and giggles…" Ayumi sighed as Vegeta's expression softened, carrying on, it not necessarily being a lie; Ran Fuan did really like him like that, but that wasn't the real reason… "And seeing as you are both old enough…and you get along…well…once couldn't hurt, could it?" Her blue eyes looked into his ebony spheres and he sighed, shaking his head.
"…I just don't feel for her in that way…" He whispered, looking down at the floor, making it appear that he wanted to crawl into it and die. It was really embarrassing, the way Ayumi was like his mother…and she was practically telling him when to have sex and whom to have sex with… "…I'm not even ready yet…" Vegeta said softly, sincere. He truly just wasn't ready to do something so…private and intimate with someone, where he'd have to make sure that every part of the way was gentle and not hurt…it was such a huge responsibility… Arms wrapped around him, and he leant into the touch, hugging her back, his face buried in her shoulder, making her realise that while he looked like an adult, it didn't mean he was one. He was still very much a teenager, and he had yet to feel so confident in himself…he was still naïve, and trying to make him do things before he was ready seemed cruel…though she didn't think it would affect the new Master at all…
"…I'm sorry…" She said gently, stroking his hair. "I shouldn't force you…but…you haven't even had your first kiss…have you?" She asked; feeling concerned that he would never achieve that kiss, just like she hadn't. A kiss denoted affection, and although she had been kissed in many places…no one had kissed her lips. It was forbidden as a whore, because it was easier to fall in love that way… "I don't mean to rush you…" He just clung to her silently as she stroked his hair, smiling lightly. "I won't push you in the future…I promise…" Suddenly, he let go of her and wiped across his eyes as if he'd been crying, then looked away, nodding.
"Yeah, don't do it again." Vegeta demanded weakly, trying to at least look like he was in control, even though they both knew he wasn't, and that he probably never would be. For a moment, they stood awkwardly, then Vegeta coughed quietly. "…Don't we have any customers yet?" Ayumi almost winced at the 'we' in his sentence. He wouldn't have customers yet…
"U-Uhh…not to my knowledge, Vegeta…" She said quietly. "Maybe I should check though…" Sighing in dismay, she left him there, heading towards the Master's office, her hands clutched together as she walked down the corridor, the room getting closer and closer. She knew that Frieza would be less than impressed with her interrupting him, but she had to know what he was going to do to the small man. It was driving her crazy just wondering about it. She needed a sense of knowledge, and she wanted it now. She stopped directly in front of his door and took a deep breath before she entered without knocking. "…Sir? Can we talk…? It's about Vegeta…" Frieza's eyes flicked up to stare icily into hers.
"What about him?"
Speaking of Vegeta, the small man was left standing in the corridor on his own, and as he watched Ayumi walk away, a feeling of guilt overcame him, causing him to sigh, leaning against Ran Fuan's door. She had only been trying to help him, and he had been cruel towards her; shouting and being angry…it was unfair of him. It was also unfair towards Ran Fuan too…she was still waiting in there…waiting for him. She had no clue what was going on, and had prepared herself to have sex with him… He needed to tell her that he wasn't going to do this…instead of just leaving her there…waiting… Turning around, he prepared to go into her room, but couldn't bring himself to do it. What if she was ready to just pull him close and… His face went scarlet and he turned to the left and walked away. He'd better leave this to Ayumi to deal with…
As he passed a door, he heard a pained cry, and before he could help himself, he twisted around and flung the door open, charging in to see Retasu being raped by a large man with a knife, the blade pressed to her neck as he pushed hard into her from behind, tears leaking over her cheeks, her eyes closed tightly. The sight made him sick to his stomach, feeling weak, his face going pale as he saw blood dripping down and staining the sheets they were on. He desperately wanted to help her, but he didn't know what to do. He knew there was no point going to Frieza, the last girl had died because of his uncaring attitude, even though it was obvious they were losing business from customers who couldn't wait…
"A-Ahhh!" Retasu's sharp cry made his eyes narrow in fury as he saw the man's hand squeezing her breast hard enough to crush it, her hands scrabbling at his to try and stop him. "N-NO! PLEASE!" The huge man ignored her request and that was the final straw for the young teen as he ran forward, punching the horrible man in the face.
"OW! FUCK!!" The brutish man yelled, his hand dropping from the whore's breast to cover his eye, the other opening to gaze murderously at him. And, instead of feeling afraid and nervous, Vegeta glared murderously back, grabbing the wrist of the hand that held the knife and pulled it away from Retasu's throat, her eyes opening to look up at him in fear.
"V-Vegeta…n-no…" Her hand reached for him, but he jerked away, too angry and overcome with murderous rage to even hear her speak, his gaze locked with the cruel man behind her. "P-Please…Vegeta…stop…" A loud crack resonated through the room as she cried in pain again, a large red mark on her back, her tears flowing more freely than before as she trembled.
"SHUT UP, BITCH!" The large bastard of a man yelled, moving his hand and sliding out of her, not even caring to yank up his pants as he wrenched his hand out of Vegeta's grip, before getting off the bed and approaching him, an angry look on his face. Vegeta stood his ground and shook with fury, the mark on Retasu's back, and the pain in her face as she looked at him only building his rage further as he flicked his gaze between her and the man in front of him, causing the hairs on his arm to rise, as the bald man grew closer. "You fucking little bastard, how dare you?!" A hand grabbed his throat and lifted him from the floor, though it didn't even faze him. "Do you want some, huh??" His back hit the wall as he was thrown into it, the other man advancing on him as he got to his feet, a hand rubbing his throat as he stood firmly, defiant.
"Get out of here Retasu." Vegeta growled softly as he glared up at the bald man, his body automatically getting him ready to fight, surges of adrenaline pumping into him as some light reflected off the blade in the taller man's hand. Retasu dashed from the bed towards him and he frowned, not understanding why, but not being given any time to think as the knife was swung forward and slashed across his cheek. Oddly enough, the small man only felt it go through his skin, and even though he could feel the blood dripping onto his hands, there was no pain. Blood pounded in the shorter's ears, he was finding it difficult to think, but he charged forward, elbowing the other in the gut, and if he had felt normal, he would have smirked at the howl of pain he caused.
"You little bastard!!" Suddenly, a large hand closed around the small man's throat again, choking him, making him unable to breathe, his soft hands scrabbling desperately at the hard one around his neck, though it did no good as he slowly felt his consciousness slipping away. Kicking his slim legs wildly, he struggled to escape, the grip on him tightening with every kick he landed, even though each kick was getting weaker, cutting off his airway and causing his vision to blur. He thought he heard a scream, but Vegeta was unsure, his body going numb, his arms dropping lifelessly from the hand on his throat, his legs stilling as his already-blurry vision started fading into black, his lungs burning for oxygen, but there was nothing he could do; it was too late. All of a sudden, he crashed into the far wall, his head smacking against it loudly, hearing a loud cry of his name before everything went black.
The large man grunted as he watched the limp body smash into the wall, Retasu jumping to life and rushing over, shaking Vegeta to try and wake him, though she was almost certain that the poor boy was dead. She had frozen in shock when her customer had slashed the knife across his cheek, and had just watched the violent exchange, too afraid and powerless to do anything to help, but when his body had struck that wall… Resting his head on her lap, a feeling of guilt hit the poor woman like a cold bucket of water. He'd gotten hurt trying to help her, and when he'd needed her help, she'd just watched. With grim determination, she tossed her long hair over her shoulder and called for help, knowing that it could make her customer angrier, but she felt she owed Vegeta that risk.
"Ayumi! Someone, help!"