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 three:

"He's been sleeping for days…" Ayumi whispered to herself as she stroked her hand gently through Vegeta's silky hair, sitting on the edge of his large bed, her other hand holding one of his, squeezing it lightly every few minutes, desperately hoping he would be alright, that he'd wake up, and smile at her again. She felt lost without him being around; it was like it had gone back to that night long ago when the Master had saved her, only…the Master was gone…leaving his son in his stead. She closed her eyes as if she were in pain and sighed, her hands tightening their grip on Vegeta, as she tried not to cry. He had been sleeping since that man had tried to kill him, which had been five days ago. Tomorrow was his birthday, and as much as she wanted him awake, another part of her wanted him to stay asleep for forever. Then he'd never have to give away his innocence…

She had learned now, what he was to become.

Upon her arrival into Frieza's room the other day, she had inquired about what was to happen to the small man, the Master's red eyes giving her a cold look, before a somewhat evil grin covered his features, unnerving her. It was almost obvious from the look in his eyes that he was not going to say a bodyguard or a chef, or something that Vegeta would accept, she knew what he was going to say before his hateful lips started forming the phrase.

"Why, Vegeta is going to make a great prostitute, don't you think?" The nasty lips curled into a mocking smirk at her, and she felt the intense urge to yell and complain on Vegeta's behalf, to try and change the harsh creature's mind by any means necessary, even if she had to lose her dignity to save his. She wanted Vegeta to grow up and become happy, not be forced into something that she now knew he wasn't ready for; he had just admitted as much to her, and if he wouldn't do it with someone he knew and liked, how was he going to do it with strangers?! She was unsure how he could be a whore for any male anyway; she was confused as to how that was going to work, after all, Vegeta didn't have a va- She blanched as she realised how it could be done and hated Frieza even more for it, getting ready to turn and leave in disgust – she couldn't do anything else – when she heard a cry for help.

When she heard Retasu cry her name for help, she ran from Frieza's room, not even caring that she was still being talked to; her need to help her friend greater than anything the cruel man had to offer. Luckily, she got to the room first, dashing in, her eyes widening as they landed on Vegeta, her body shaking with anger as she looked at the large man, who was too busy glaring at Retasu to even notice she had entered. With an angry growl, she dashed over to help Retasu try and pick up the small man, both of them managing to get him half-up before Frieza entered, livid. His blood-red eyes had swept over the whole scene, assessing the situation, and with a sneer on his face, he turned to the tall man.

"Nappa! What happened here?" Those words had made Ayumi's blood boil. Ask the man what went on! Not the women, not the people you worked with, who wouldn't lie, ask the stranger! Nappa – still naked – had turned to him respectively.

"Frieza, sir, I was just partaking of my whore when he burst in! He attacked me for no reason! It was-"

"FRIEZA!" Retasu's patience had ended, and she'd yelled, pulling their attention. "I don't think he's breathing!!" With wide angry eyes, Frieza turned away from Nappa and had walked over, pulling Vegeta from the women's grip and slinging him over his shoulder, holding onto him securely.

"Someone call a doctor."

And that's how she came to be here, stroking the smaller man's hair. The doctor had instructed to just put him to bed and let God decide the smaller man's fate, and then had left, just as Retasu and her had picked up Vegeta, and had struggled getting him to his room and into his bed, as none of he men would help. They'd laid him in the bed and covered him, but there was nothing else they could do now, except wait for him to wake, and it was driving her crazy to just watch him.

As her fingers gently stroked over his face, she saw his eyelid flicker and gasped lightly, hope swelling in her chest as he moved on the bed, making a few sleepy noises of complaint. Her hand shook his shoulder, and his eyes opened, looking a little unfocused and exhausted.

"Vegeta!" She gasped, pulling him into a hug, feeling his arms move up to rub his eyes, clinging tightly to him, afraid of him going to sleep that long again. He yawned next to her ear and shivered, hugging her back, his stomach growling violently, causing him to feel embarrassed and hug her more, confused as to why he felt so hungry, like he hadn't eaten for days, unaware of his short coma.

"A-Ayumi…I'm…so hungry…" He yawned again, trying to pull back so that he could get up and go and get some food, but she wouldn't let go, shaking, her face buried in his chest. It was then he remembered his brawl with Nappa and he sighed, embarrassed by the fact that he had lost so badly. "Dammit, is Retasu okay?" He tried to get up again, but Ayumi firmly pushed him back down.

"I-I was so worried…" She began, looking at him sadly, her fingers digging into his back from trying to hold him so close to her. "After I heard her screaming for help, I rushed in, and you were there, lying limply on her lap, and there was nothing I could do! Frieza rang a doctor later on to come and see to you, but there was nothing he could do either! It was so terrible, I-" Vegeta silenced her with a finger to her lips and hugged her closer, making her head rest on his chest to calm her. She had been looking hysterical, and he knew he needed to calm her down.

"Its okay Ayumi, I'm here now…" He whispered, soothing her nerves and making her relax a little, though her firm grip around his waist didn't lessen. "Can we talk in a little while? I'm really really hungry…" He asked, knowing that if he asked about Retasu again that she would probably get into further hysterics, and cause his aching head even more stress, which he couldn't handle. Not right now, anyway. Right now, all the young man needed was some food and some rest. He was confused as to why Ayumi was overreacting over a little fight, and a doctor…he hadn't been asleep that long, had he? Blinking his sleepy eyes, he glanced over at the window, judging roughly by the light that it was lunch time. He couldn't have been asleep much longer than half of a day at most as it had been nighttime when he had found the brutish man hurting one of his friends and tried to put a stop to it.

After a short while, he pulled back from Ayumi's grip, though she did not let go of him at all, burying her face into his chest even further if it was possible, leaving him looking down at her with sad eyes. She seemed to be overreacting way too much for it to be just about him getting injured; it seemed like there was something deeper that was troubling her, that she was keeping from him, but why? Stroking down her back, he finally managed to make her look up at him, doing his best to seem happy and calm, a smile on his face in what he hoped was a reassuring way.

The action, however, only seemed to make her more upset, clinging tightly to him, causing him to just lean back and wait for her to calm on her own, stroking her hair quietly. He had no idea of what to say to her, no way to cheer her up or make her smile, and he didn't even know what the problem was, though it must be something pretty terrible for her to act this way around him. As far as the teen could remember, the woman had been so collected and never let things get to her until now, not even when she had lost some of her dearest friends did she act like this, and he was curious to know why, but knew better than to ask.

An eternity passed before she finally let go, her hands dropping to her sides as she stared at the floor, looking both ashamed and upset about what had taken place, and he could not blame her. He too, did his best not to show his emotions; she had tried teaching him to do so from a young age, though he was not as practised with it as she was and occasionally slipped up, like last night. The problem with hiding his emotions was not just his age, but his experience too; he could not sit and watch one of the people he grew up with and cared about get hurt by someone else, whereas she could be the person getting abused and not care about it at all.

Some part of him admired this, but another part of him told him that it was stupid, and that she shouldn't have to do it at all.

But she had no choice.

"Vegeta…" Her voice was quiet as she gazed back up at him, guilt taking over her other emotions as she gripped his hand. "I want you to leave here as soon as you're dressed, do you understand me?" His dark eyes stared at her for a few seconds, trying to see if this was some sort of joke, but finding nothing in her blue eyes to tell him that it was so. Frowning, he pushed the covers from his lower body, pulling his hand easily from hers.

"What are you talking about?! I can't leave here!" He exclaimed, sounding incredulous to her demand as he moved, getting out of the bed and stretching his arms. "Everyone here needs me! Who's going to protect you if I go??"

"You can't protect us!" The black-haired woman whispered, moving some of her hair from her face as she got to her feet to match him, looking somehow desperate. "I know you want us to be safe, but there is nothing you can do!" Gritting his teeth, Vegeta glared at her, pulling on his shirt roughly, seeming angrier than she'd ever seen him.

"I can fight." He said stubbornly, buttoning the shirt up and turning away from her, angered that she was saying such things to him. He was a man, and she was nothing more than a woman; she was wrong! He could stop the women getting hurt, and he could—

"You've been sleeping for days! I thought we had lost you…" Her words caused the teen to froze in his motions, looking at her in disbelief. "Your birthday is tomorrow, and the Master has plans for you that I couldn't bear to see you put through… Vegeta…you can't protect me, so please listen to me and protect yourself…" Getting over his shock at how long he had been knocked out for, he felt his anger rise again, turning back to snap at her.

"I am not weak, and I will not run! The Master can try whatever he wants; I'm not going anywhere!" Shaken by his words, Ayumi yelled out without thinking.

"He means to make you a whore!"