When love is a gun

By The Chichi Slaughter House

Warnings: Vegeta as an uke, and a whore, yaoi, lemon, swearing, etc

Disclaimer: LOL, Do I even need one? points to name that does not say 'Akira Toriyama' or 'FUNimation' 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 five:

Over breakfast, there was a tenseness in the air that could be rivalled by nothing else. The women could sense it, and the feeling of impending doom welled up in Ayumi's breast as she looked over at Vegeta. There was a reckless glimmer in his eyes that she had never seen before, and it startled her. The complete and utter despair she had felt at the boy's situation the previous night still clung to her like a veil, and no matter what she did, she could not shake the feeling that the Master was going to make good on the condition she so despised.

Her heart ached to think of the male being used, abused and tossed aside like the rest of them, all for some sick man's profits and pleasure. She so desperately wanted to tell him to run again; now more than ever as she saw Frieza enter the room, his cold gaze settling on the boy instantly. This was no real shock however; Vegeta stood out easily against the others due to his height and wide shoulders, so it would be hard to miss him in a crowd of women. A cruel smile grazed the demon's lips.

"Vegeta…I desire a word with you." At this, Vegeta looked up and the fire in his eyes seemed to brighten at the sight of the fiend. "Come on boy, this will only take a moment."

A lead weight felt like it had plunged itself down the black-haired woman's throat as the younger of the two stood up, following the evil man out of the hall, leaving her there in stunned silence.

So soon…?

Unaware of what was going on, Vegeta only had one thing in his mind. He knew he had to try and stop the harsh tyrant before it was too late, though he knew deep in his heart that it was already past that. He knew he had to try his best to persuade the bastard to stop his whorehouse, or, failing that, ensure that there were safety measures put in store for the girls. It was the least he could do for all of their help and guidance over the years. He had already forgotten the warning Ayumi had given him earlier about Frieza's plans due to his anger at the situation of the other women. He was so absorbed in this that it didn't even occur to him that this could be a trap.

Smirking, Frieza stopped just outside a bedroom door, turning to face the other as he opened it, revealing the man that had knocked the smaller out over a week ago, hate boiling in the younger man's veins as he recognised the stranger. Nappa looked up, eyes scanning over him slowly with a somewhat thoughtful look on his face as Vegeta looked back at the Master, teeth gritted.

"What is the meaning of this, Master? Why is he here?!"

Calmness radiated from Frieza's demeanour as he waved his arm, beckoning the other into the room. Grudgingly, the soon-to-be-whore walked over the door's threshold, disliking the irritating silence that surrounded him. As Frieza and the bulky man exchanged glances, he felt angry; as if they knew something that he did not, and that the eye contact between them was one that conveyed a secret message that he was not supposed to hear.

After a short while, the Master entered the room also, closing the door behind himself. As it fitted into its slot, Vegeta felt an odd sense of finality, frowning. He hadn't got a clue of what was going on at all; wasn't Frieza supposed to be talking to him for a minute only?

Just as he was about to lose his temper at the situation, the Master spoke.

"Your whore, sir." A cold sweat covered the youngest man's skin at the words, eyes widening at the smirk on the owner's face. "I hope he meets all of your needs." Twisting around to glance at Nappa then back at the Master, the young man felt trapped. Confusion pulsed through his veins. Whore? But he had no need for a whore! And more importantly, there were no women in the room either! A mocking laugh sounded from the pale man's lips. "Show him, Nappa."

Confused beyond anything he had ever felt before, it didn't even register what was going on until large arms grabbed at his shirt, tearing it from his body mercilessly. Yelling in shock, he tried to pull away, but was grabbed again, being yanked down toward where the bed was, unable to stop yelling. A few seconds later, a huge hand clasped over his mouth and chin, muffling his voice easily.

"Shut up, slut. Your ass is my property." The huge man slurred; the reek of alcohol and god-knows-what-else causing the already-foul stench of his mouth to become worse. At those words, his 'mother's' warning almost slapped him in the face. Frieza leaned over him, grinning in a way that conveyed his sick enjoyment at the whole ordeal as he looked up at him, trembling in the grip.

"I think that you owe Mister Nappa an apology for interrupting his time the other week, and this is the best way in order to do such." Thoughts left the younger's head as he just stared up in horror, not believing the words he was hearing. "Don't fight him either, boy. I will be in here watching the whole time…" Frieza's gaze looked back at his captor, then back down at him with a smirk. "I love to see virgins deflowered after all." A guffaw erupted from the largest man's mouth.

"He's a virgin?" A disgusting grin covered the large face, eerily stretching the moustache as well. Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, Vegeta attempted to jerk his head away, doing his best to try and block out the conversation above him. He failed however, as the words 'tight' and 'bleeds' managed to get through, making him all too aware of his current position. He opened his eyes just in time to see the two others laughing at him as Frieza's hands moved to pin his above his head by his wrists. "Don't scream, kid. No one's going to come for you."

The large hand moved from his mouth and he growled, not wanting to suffer the indignity of screaming or have any way to put one of the women in danger. If he yelled, they would come running and they would all get harmed, and possibly killed due to the Master's uncaring attitude towards them. They were expendable to him; obviously he felt he could replace them all at a moment's notice.

But none of them were expendable to Vegeta.

Staring up into the tyrant's cold red eyes, he knew he hadn't got a chance of convincing him to do anything for the poor women. The sick pleasure he was getting out of this showed that he was a man of power; knew it and would use it to his desires no matter what. Even as the trousers were ripped from his body much like the shirt, he didn't make a sound. He refused to give them the satisfaction of his fear and shock any longer.

But as his legs were forced open, panic rose in his throat, making him want to beg for them to stop. There was no chance that they would; the perverse expressions on their faces told him that straight out. Bile rose in his throat as he felt something pressing against him, unable to stop a cry of pain as it forced its way inside, tearing into his delicate flesh ruthlessly.

Laughter burst around his ears as the pain lanced through him, tears slipping down his cheeks from the agony he felt. Eventually the pain lessened; his body going numb under the violence, his eyes unseeing as he was violated over and over, not able to count the amount of times he was bitten or hit.

Defenceless, he lay there, unmoving until long after the rape was over and both men had left the room. Their laughter and cruelty burnt him like a flame as his lower half began to get feeling back, the throbbing in his lower regions causing him to curl up, as if he could protect himself if he did so. Tears ran unchecked down his cheeks as he buried his face into his forearms, grasping his knees as best he could, the usual noises of the brothel taunting him.

He had never felt so alone and abandoned in his life as he prayed for one of the girls to find him and comfort him, too afraid and in pain to get up to find someone. The idea of running into the Master or 'Nappa' ever again petrified him and made him feel like his blood had run cold.

Meanwhile, in the Master's office, Frieza and Nappa looked at each other over the large ornate desk that had once belonged to Frieza's father, smirks on both of their faces.

"So, Mister Nappa…how was he?" The pale owner asked; wanting to know if Vegeta was worth keeping on in the position or whether killing him would be a better option. He hated wasting his resources when he could make such profit. So was such that he never helped any of the whores when they were in trouble. Why he should go out of his way to ensure their safety was beyond him. He had no real use for them except to make money, and he didn't rely on it for survival as his father's working had already given him enough to live off for the rest of his life if he so wished.

In his opinion, they took the risks when they decided to work for him, and that was that.

"Tight." Nappa responded, not saying much more until the owner raised an eyebrow. Taking this as a sign to continue, Nappa swallowed. "Very tight, extremely fuckable." Looking up, his eyes met Frieza's quietly. "Better than the last woman I had, even." At those words, Frieza's other eyebrow raised to join the other; the surprise showing on his face.

"'Better than a woman', you say?" The strange tone in the man's voice caused Nappa to just nod, not sure whether this was seen as a good or bad thing. Frieza stood up and moved to look out of the window, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I did not think father was serious when he allowed that child to stay. A man to be a whore? It just seemed stupid…men don't want to fuck other men usually…" He leaned slightly to rest an arm against the frame, his voice low. "I thought it was stupid; I only let you do that to him to take him off that high horse he put himself on…a punishment for interrupting, you could say. But now…"

Silence reigned heavily between them as the owner trailed off, the other man squirming uncomfortably in his seat at the awkward feeling hanging in the air. Minutes passed before either broke it; the larger man only doing so in the hope that he could leave the tension faster.

"But now…?" He asked, throat tight. The Master turned around to face him, a cruel expression on his pale features.

Frieza just smirked.