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 four:

The teen stared at the woman who had been like a mother to him for all of his life in complete and utter disbelief. She was just standing there, looking shocked at her own words, and somewhat regretful for saying them, one hand clasped over her mouth as the other held her hair over her shoulder, preventing it from getting in her face like it tended to often. He felt similar to how she looked right now; gobsmacked and shocked by what had been said, his mind trying to process the information and failing, leaving him to just ask again, incapable of understanding what she had just told him.

Ayumi sat back on his bed in silence, obviously needing the support, as did he, but he didn't want to appear weaker to her than he obviously already did. She didn't even think he could protect any of his friends, and had admitted as much only a few minutes earlier, and the wound caused by her words still stung bitterly. Swallowing, he tried to appear calm.

"W-What did you say?" His voice shook a little as he said the words, forcing himself to calm again as he waited for her answer, unsure as whether he should believe her or not. She mumbled through her hand in reply.

"He…is going to make you a whore tomorrow…" Still not taking in the full extent of her words, he shook his head.

"And how would you know this?" Guilt showed clearly on her face as she moved her hand and sighed, looking away from him.

"His father…it was the deal if we wanted to look after you…" He tensed up and stared at her in silence. "I couldn't leave you outside to die…you were innocent…" Moving over, the dark-haired teen sat on the bed next to her, not looking at her either, allowing the information to sink in properly before even attempting to speak again.

"Why…didn't you tell me of this earlier?" The young boy was unable to keep the sadness and tone of betrayal from his voice, and he felt her flinch visibly at his voice alone, ignoring what he had actually asked. "I could have tried to strike a bargain before now, or gotten a different job around here…I could have done something about it much earlier if you had just told me… Why didn't you?" He could feel her guilt was almost tangible in the air the longer he spoke, and turned to look at her, knowing she wasn't looking at him, finding the avoidance unbearable to deal with in the situation. "…Ayumi…"

"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry Vegeta…" She said quietly, still not looking at him and making his wounds feel worse without even being aware of the fact she was doing so. If she had known, she would have immediately gathered him into her arms and apologised until she could no longer breathe, but this was not the case. "I didn't think that Frieza would know of it, so when his father died, I thought…" She fell silent.

"When did you learn he knew?" He whispered, not really sure if he wanted the answer at all.

"You had been knocked out by the time I knew…I was waiting for you to wake up to tell you…" Sighing, she finally turned to look at him, her blue eyes full of regret. Looking away from her, Vegeta nodded numbly, running a hand through his hair.

"I still can't run…I'm in debt to them both…" He sighed softly. "I'll have to try and bargain with him tomorrow."

"I don't think that's going to work…" She said quietly, her small hand moving to touch his again, holding it in a gentle manner. "I tried to bargain with him myself; he's set on his father's decision…and he almost seems to be enjoying the idea…" The teen's dark eyes met hers for a moment, and she fell silent, looking down and realising her place. Of course Frieza was not going to bargain with her; she was a mere female, and not only that, she was a whore- correction, his whore. He could punish her for doing anything if he so chose, and she couldn't leave him now as she was counted as his property. Quietly, she looked to the side. "You'll end up being his property tomorrow…" It was meant to be a warning for the young male, but he hadn't heard her, seemingly shrugging it off and leaving the room in search of the food he had said he wanted.

She shook her head quietly, her long raven hair swaying with the movements. The men thought they were so untouchable, but it just wasn't true. She had known Frieza much longer than he had, and she knew that he was going to stand next to the decision of him becoming a whore. It was obvious from the way he had spoken to her when she had tried everything she could to change the pasty-skinned man's mind that it was an impossible task—and when she said everything, she meant everything that she had to offer in exchange was offered. Sighing, she turned to sit on her young friend's bed, looking decidedly at the wall in front of her.

Vegeta was going to be in for the shock of his life.

And, even worse; there was nothing she could do to ease the pain, nothing she could say to make him change his mind and leave. When he had made up his mind, he was stubborn til the end on sticking with his first decision, and even though she loved him to pieces, that part of him was something she had never really liked. He never knew when to quit, or when he was already beaten, and Ayumi feared that he was going to be learning that very very soon.

Striding down the corridors, the young teen had never felt so angry. He was being treated like a helpless child by the one person he had never thought would treat him that way. He wanted to be able to growl, or even be able to scream at her for implying that he was so weak, or even that his persuasion skills were not up to scratch for dealing with a situation with another man. But he knew what he was doing.

To make him a whore would be illogical and ridiculous. There were no women who would dare to cheat on their husbands, or even pay to have sex, so it would be a waste of his talents. He could always be a form of protection for the women here, and he could fix broken chairs and things as well. He had many more uses than a job as stupid as that, and maybe the Master didn't see it because he was too clouded with wanting to follow in his father's footsteps.

His anger almost evaporated at the thought. He would have liked to know who his own parents were, would have liked to grow up with them and follow in the footsteps of whomever his father was, like any other boy his age. But it was too late for that, and more than obvious that his parents never cared for him, after abandoning him where they had. He knew he shouldn't care, but somehow he couldn't help it, and he despised himself for that weakness.

Twisting around, he slammed his fist into the wall, making a barely noticeable scratch on the dirty white wallpaper, his fist aching slightly from the contact. Pulling his fist away, he grit his teeth and carried on walking, not quite sure why he had done such a thing, but assuming that it was better that he had done so now as opposed to later.

As he made his way past the Master's room, the man himself left, smirking at him as he walked past, though he was too angry to notice that he was being made fun of. All he had seen was a glimpse of the other man, nothing more. He stormed his way through the rest of the mansion; ignoring the friendly voices of the women who were like his sisters as he entered into the kitchen, not finding much but a loaf of bread to eat. Annoyed but starving, he gave in to his hunger and started ripping chunks off, eating them with an appetite like nothing he had ever felt before.

On the other side of the house, Ayumi finally got up from Vegeta's bed, tossing her silky hair over her shoulder as she straightened out his sheets, knowing that if the new Master found one of the rooms in a shambles then he would punish them all for it. Not that the place was as good as it used to be, or that it's reputation was the same either, but somehow, she prided herself on trying to keep it at the same high standard it had been when the first Master was in charge. She somehow felt she owed it to his memory.

Feeling satisfied, she made her way to the door, stopping in her tracks when she noticed the other Master standing in the doorway, a somewhat evil smirk on his face as he looked over at her, his eyes cold and cruel as ever. Swallowing, she took a few steps back from fear and shock, cursing herself mentally as she realised what she had done. Frieza merely entered the room, closing the door behind himself as he began to speak, obviously pleased with himself.

"I see that he has awakened…and just in time too." There was a hint of amusement in his voice that sent chills down her spine and he moved closer to her, a wicked grin forming as he forced her to back into a corner. His cold hands moved to stroke her cheek and cup one of her breasts respectively; causing her to shiver in response to the cold as well as the touches themselves, his grin only widening at the reaction. "I'm going to like watching him being used and fucked like a woman." He commented; making her feel sick as his hand began to rub against her in a slow way, not just her breasts but the flat of her stomach and ass, the hand on her face not moving except for a firm rub on her cheek. "Oh, your body is so warm and soft…it's a shame that I'm not supposed to sample my own wares…" She grit her teeth at the implication, her eyes displaying all of the hate that she could feel for the being in front of her.

"Of course, Master." Ayumi spat the last word, turning her face away from his, making sure he knew that she had no interest in him whatsoever, though she really had no choice in who she would be to sleep with. The grip tightened on her face and she knew she had crossed his line, hearing his voice lower into a hiss as he snapped in her ear.

"You should watch your tongue!" Her defiance seemed to be driving the thin man angrier by the second, but she didn't let up, staring at him with empty eyes. "You don't want to mess with me. Say anything else to the boy, and you'll pay." He warned, and she almost laughed at him, finding herself oddly amused at his threat. Eventually, he let go of her, taking a step back and looking over her body before exiting the room once more, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

By this point, Vegeta had finally taken his fill of food, leaving the kitchen and beginning to prepare for later that night; when the customers would begin to arrive in more bulk than usual, making sure that there was enough room to hold whomever might come through the doors expecting a good time. Clearing up broken glass from the bottles the day before, he sighed, feeling somewhat sorry for the girls once more.

He had been insensitive in thinking that they had no rights, and deciding that what they said or wanted was unimportant, and he felt bad about it. He knew they hadn't chosen to do the job, and that it had just been thrust upon them in their lives, and the pity he felt for some of them clouded his thoughts.

Angela was so pretty and kind that she would have made an excellent wife to any man, but her father had gambled too much, and she had been taken from him to pay back his debts. She was fairly young, and had only been here for a few months, but she had already seemed to have lost a lot of her spirit within the cold walls.

Retasu had been abused by her uncle from a young age and had run away, ending up here with nowhere to go and no one to turn to. The old Master had allowed her to stay on the condition that she would help him to pay off his debts, and she had agreed without even knowing what he had meant. And it had been work as a whore, or die on the street, so she had taken her chances here, where she was no better off than she had been at the beginning.

Seripa had been working here for as long as he could remember, much like Ayumi had, and he had never asked either of them how they had gotten into this line of 'work' – if it could be construed as such – as he felt it was none of his business. He knew, however, that Seripa had two children somewhere, that were living with her husband, and that Ayumi had been the one to find him on the mansion's doorstep and had spent most of her time with him. That was why she felt like a mother to him; because she had looked after him for as long as he could remember.

He wished it had never happened to them, and silently vowed that he would never allow it to happen to anyone else.

Little did he know what was going to happen to him the next day.

He had plans, but so did the Master, and it was not up to him to decide his own fate.

In his room, Ayumi cried.