Chapter Nineteen

On Your Knees

v

Vegeta quickly paced down the hall to the main room trying to find Kakarot. He was fuming and enraged. He had the perfect plan, the perfect revenge; and it would be fun for him immensely. It was rather late, so he was surprised when he saw Kakarot exiting the storage room near the room wearing they kept all the armor. He walked towards him quickly through the dark corridor, startling Kakarot when he turned around and saw.

"Uh… h-hey, Prince Vegeta, wh-what's…"

Vegeta grabbed his arm, cutting him off from what he was saying and pulled him back into the storage room, slamming and locking the door behind them.

v

"You want me to… what?!"

Kakarot raised his eyebrows and tried to look absolutely calm as Vegeta sat watching him with a smirk. He was certain that this had to be some sort of trap; it had to be! Saiyans did not share their women and the fact that Vegeta was calmly telling him that he wanted him to have sex with me, Taylor, Lady Taylor; (his friend) terrified him. He wanted to, very badly, but something wasn't right about this. Yes, this was a trap. If he said yes than Vegeta would instantly kill him and if he said no Vegeta would likely take his refusal as an insult to my… sexual allure, or some such thing. The room's dim light shined down on their faces, laminated enough to see one another in the confined space.

"Well…"

Vegeta grinned evilly and waved his hand about in the air to make a point.

"It wouldn't be quite as simple as an ordinary fuck. I have some rather special plans for little, Miss Taylor, and I need someone I can trust to help me… carry them out."

Vegeta smirked again and moved closer to Kakarot, his obsidian eyes burning wickedly as he noted how unsure Kakarot was. Kakarot was still unaware that the Prince knew anything about me and him already truly knowing one another and hanging out.

"I trust you more than my other Elites; I do have another idea for them, Vegito and Gogeta specifically, but I'll decide later whether or not I want to do it… it'll be a surprise for you though…"

He paused for a moment,

"…anyways, I need someone who doesn't mind hurting people… someone who is absolutely loyal to me and my wishes and someone who I can tolerate… sharing a bed with."

Kakarot hardly dared breathe. Was Vegeta proposing a threesome? The Prince had never indicated a preference for men.

"There would be rules, too."

Vegeta continued speaking.

"Certain things would be out of bounds for you and, of course, I would require your silence on the subject."

"Out of bounds…?"

Kakarot swallowed hard and tried to force himself to relax, but it was impossible. His instincts were warning him that this was a trap, yet he had no way out. Vegeta was his Prince, his ruler, hell, pretty much his boss, and could order him to do anything he liked, and normally Kakarot wouldn't have thought twice about it, but there was something in Vegeta's eyes that was spooking him badly.

"Yes, I'll allow you to fuck her, but only in a certain manner and under certain conditions."

The Saiyan Prince's smirk switched to a terrifying smile which chilled Kakarot to the bone.

"The woman has a sexual fear which I've not exploited and, since she has still not been punished for humiliating me from three days ago, I think it is high time that she was taught her place. I thought I made it clear, but apparently not…"

The words were icy and Kakarot flinched.

"Although I'm sure that she did regret her actions once she realized what she had done was a truly terrifying mistake, and after tonight I'm sure she will regret them even more. All I need you to do is scare her, and you get to have fun; plain and simple."

Kakarot actually began thinking how this would affect mine and his relationship, our friendship. How severe would it be? Vegeta grinned at him and grabbed his shoulder pulling him in close, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Now, this is what you're going to do to her…"

v

I woke up. What the fuck happened?! Luckily, Vegeta didn't keep track of how long the serums lasted and wasn't back, yet. I quickly got up and got back to the bathroom to get dressed. Vegeta was gone and the door to the room was left unlocked. I swallowed hard and turned the doorknob slowly. I peeked out after being dressed to see no one in the hallway. I quickly ran down the hallway to the dining room. I needed to find King Vegeta.

I slowly opened the door to the dining room. King Vegeta was sitting in his chair eating and writing stuff down on forms or something. I quickly closed the door and ran to him. He glanced up and saw me. Grinning slightly, remembering the past night, he scanned my body before he reached my eyes.

"Lady Taylor… what's wrong?"

His voice was calm, but slightly sarcastic when he spoke my name. I was still nervous near him, but besides Kakarot and Nathan, who I couldn't find ANYWHERE, the King was the only other person here I could 'kind of' trust; not really, but close enough, considering the bullshit he almost pulled.

"I… I'm scared; I don't want to go back to the room…"

"Why?"

He stopped eating and writing, setting the pen down and putting all his attention on me.

"I haven't seen you for a while… has Vegeta been treating you… fairly well?"

I shook my head, fearful of everything.

"I… I did something really bad… and I don't know what he's going to do to me… I didn't know who else to come to…"

His eyes narrowed to me, confused, but also curious.

"What about Kakarot? I've seen the way you look at him…"

He paused,

"Why couldn't you go to him?

He grinned slightly as I stood frozen in place.

"…because I couldn't find him, and I haven't seen Nathan in weeks…"

"Nathan…? Oh, the new Elite, the human… Yes, I've seen him quite often, but only on missions… That's probably the reason why you never see him anymore; he's always leaving the planet on scavenging and mercenary missions…"

I thought for a moment at what he said.

Nathan, a mercenary…? Really?!

"He should be back soon… He should already be here actually, but, anyways, what did you do?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and came to.

"Huh…?"

"…to my son, what did you do?"

I hesitated to answer, but decided to. He was the King after all.

"I humiliated Vegeta… by yelling at him, calling him names, taunting him, and… grabbing his tail…"

His eyes widened slightly, almost like he was surprised.

"Oh… Oh, no…"

He turned back to his work, putting his face in his hands, distressed and worried.

"What will happen…? Will… Will it be bad?"

He didn't answer for a moment. I swallowed hard. What was he going to say?!

Please, someone, help me!

"All I'll say is that, it will not be pleasant, and it'll be the most drawn out, painful experience of your life…"

"Why can't you do anything…?"

I just blurted the words. I was too afraid. I quickly covered my mouth like I spoke out of turn. He stared at me hard as he stood slowly, making me take one step back.

"I'll walk you back to your room… but, first, I can't do anything about Vegeta… He just does what he does. That's just the way he is. I've tried to stop him in the past, but… things would just get worse… and second…"

He walked towards me and put his large hand under my chin, pulling my face up as he leaned down.

"I want an apology…"

I stared at him with a confused look on my face.

An apology, what for…?

"Wh-Why?"

"Are you questioning your King, girl?"

I tensed as his grip on my jaw line tightened. I shook my head frantically and shut my eyes nervously. I was afraid he'd hit me just like his son. He simply grinned and his grip slowly loosened.

"Good… Now, apologize…"

"I… I'm sorry, sir…"

"Sorry for what…?"

"I… I'm sorry… for… umm… uhh…"

I didn't know what I was supposed to be sorry for. Was it for speaking out of turn? Was it for disobeying his son? What?! I think he knew that because he was still smiling as he saw me struggle with my thoughts.

"For not pleasing me like you do my son…"

I froze for a second, just staring at him.

What? Pleasing him?!

"I'm sorry… for… not pleasing you, sir…"

He smiled more and gently stroked his gloved hand along my cheek and jaw. His hand was practically the size of my whole fucking head, if not, almost bigger.

Fuck, he scares me!

"That's a good girl… Now, one last thing…"

I stared up into his eyes as he slowly took his hand away from my face and grabbed my arm, pulling my closer to him. He leaned down to my ear and roughly whispered,

"Please me…"

My eyes widened as he spoke the words and then chuckled lowly, under his breath, nipping at my ear again.

No… no… I… I can't do this! No more! No!

I shivered in his grasp. He smiled wildly and pulled me back towards his chair. He sat, still holding onto my arms while I stood in front of him. His eyes grew darker and more dangerous.

"I know I gave you to my son and he's probably pretty strict with you being with… others, but I would like to get a taste or, at least, a feel of you and all this beauty…"

I held my breath as his fingers trailed up my wrists and forearms, tightening his grip inch by inch. I swallowed nervously at the way he was looking at me. His rough, low voice spoke again and calmly said,

"Sit… on your knees…"

I shakily and slowly knelt down and sat on my knees in front of him. He smiled a sinister-looking face at me as he pulled my hands towards his belt.

"Well… get to it!"

My face went pale and I shook in placed, too afraid to move.

"G-Get t-to what…?"

He grinned mischievously and curiously down at me, cocking his head to the side and chuckled,

"Oh, come on, don't tell me my son hasn't made you do this yet?! I wouldn't believe that for a second!"

I looked up at him; fear was written all over my face in his eyes.

"Go on… Do it…!"

His voice was low and rough, but quieter this time.

She's so afraid… Has she done this before… or is it just my presence?

I nodded a small; nervous nod, blushing and looking away as my hands touched the clasp of his belt. He gave me a half grin and grabbed my hands, pulling them back.

"No… I have another idea… instead of doing this here…"

He gave me a more sincere kind of smile, but I was still very afraid of him. He stood and pulled me up to my feet.

"You seem like a nice girl… You're just too afraid of everything…"

I looked down as he stepped away.

"Follow me… slave…"

I swallowed hard when he used that word. I took slow, shaky steps behind him to a door near the farthest end of the hall. His cape draped gracefully down and blew slightly as he walked. He was a handsome man for someone as old as he was, but I didn't want anything to do with him. It was enough that I had to fuck his son all the time, and now, this?! He looked just like his son, just taller, older and more dignified… I guess. Oh, and don't forget that beard; that was the biggest separation of the two probably, but whatever.

He unlocked the door and took me inside. It was a grand master bedroom. It was most definitely his. He closed the door after I stepped in, locking it behind me. My eyes widened at the sight to behold; it was beautifully structured and grandly elegant. He walked towards the bed and turned to me, smiling.

"Would you prefer more privacy, little slave?"

I nodded, still blushing. He chuckled and brought his hand up, and moved his index finger up and down in a gesture to come over to him. I did and then once I was in front of him, he deeply inhaled before whispering,

"Undress… girl."

I swallowed again; my throat was so dry from being so nervous. I don't think I was even this nervous when I first met Prince Vegeta. I slowly, very slowly began taking my clothes off, right in front of him. Piece by piece, it was soon all off, and he gazed down at my small figure. I blushed in embarrassment and put my arms put over my chest nervously, trying to hide myself from him. He unclasped his cape from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He leaned down again and whispered near my ear,

"I only wanted to see your true beauty… I don't intend to fuck you; unless that's what you want… I figure you'll be getting plenty of that later and… there'll always be other times… I only want you to please me in one way… either on your knees… or on this bed."

He kissed my neck before moving around me and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"So… which one…?"

I stared almost shocked at him. Why was he giving me a choice?! Why so many choices?! Whatever, I guess. He's the King; he can do what he wants.

"Wh-What if I chose n-neither…?"

He chuckled,

"Then I'll just lock you in here and go find my son to deal with you… You wouldn't want that now would you?"

I couldn't stop blushing, so I looked away, shaking my head 'no'.

"He-he; good… Now, choose?"

I hesitated, shivering where I stood,

"On… On… th-the b-bed, I guess…"

He grinned slightly at my shyness of him. He moved further onto the bed and laid down completely, his hands relaxed behind his head.

"I hate to be so harsh to something so beautiful such as yourself, but… I would like a nice release without any issues… Understood?"

I nodded shyly,

"Yes, sir…"

I kept my voice quiet and small. I wasn't overly afraid of the King anymore, but he was still too intimidating for me to handle. Even when he was attempting to be as friendly and considerate as possible he was still intimidating.

I slowly climbed onto the bed, crawling over his legs and in between. I hesitantly went to undo his belt, and managed to do it. After a moment of fiddling with his pants, he was freed of them and I just stared down at him. My mouth ran dry and I almost started feeling dizzy.

Oh, my God! What?! No, I can't! I physically can't do it! He's… He's too… too…

"What's the matter?! You overwhelmed? He-he; they all are at first sight…"

The cocky, sarcastic tone in his voice didn't faze me.

Well, now I know where Vegeta gets his!

I thought jokingly to myself, not changing any facial features in the least. I just stared before slowly leaning down and doing my best to stay calm. His grin grew wider as I closed in on him, biting my lip nervously and cautious, and then his whole body tensed and his eyes grew dark and wide when my mouth opened; his breath hitched and, for several minutes to come, I did what I had to; to please him and to get him off my back for a while… literally.

v

Vegeta pulled Kakarot into the bedroom and shut the door behind him.

"Okay, so where do you want me to be when she gets here?"

Vegeta turned to him and grinned evilly.

"I want you right by the door. Got it, Kakarot… right… by… the door…!"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it! Okay, so that's all?! Just grab her and… what… do it on the bed or something?"

Vegeta grinned more and stepped towards him. He placed and hand on Kakarot's chest, making Kakarot glance down nervously.

"Uhh… P-Prince V-Vegeta…?"

He chuckled and then violently pushed Kakarot back into the middle of the room, right into the brightness of the moonlight. Kakarot couldn't handle the moon like the other Saiyans. It was rare, and only about one percent of adult Saiyans couldn't; Kakarot was in that one percent of about one hundred-thousand. Vegeta knew he'd lose control by its power on him. Kakarot's eyes went up and locked on it. Vegeta stepped by him, chuckling maniacally, and whispered behind his ear,

"Now… forget what I told you earlier… 'this' is what I want you to do…"

v

The King put his arm around me, covering my left shoulder with his hand as we walked out of the room and back to the main doors. He gently squeezed my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. I pretended I didn't notice while I straightened out my shirt, blushing by my embarrassment. I was so ashamed of myself.

What was I thinking, coming to the King for help… of course, Taylor, yes, that's the smartest decision you've ever made. Stupid fucking idiot! Well, hopefully Vegeta never finds out; he'll kill me! He'll probably kill everyone! God, what a psycho!

He continued to talk to me as we walked out the door,

"Last time I tried stopping my son after a female slave of his had humiliated him during a sexual encounter, he went on a rampage, killed her and half the council, our strongest Elite soldier at the time and one of his closest friends, Nappa… and his own brother…"

My eyes shot up to his and went wide.

What, Vegeta had a brother?! I never knew that… and… he killed him?! Oh, my God!

"Oh, my God… Wh-What was his name? If you don't mind me asking, sir…"

The King looked down at me and calmly responded,

"Tarble… He was Vegeta's younger brother… My second and last son…"

I stayed silent after that. The King continued what he had been saying before,

"Anyways, he told me that if I ever tried stopping him again… he'd do the same thing, but ten times worse. He'd kill our people… innocent lives… possibly even try to kill me!"

We walked down the hall, back towards the door. I was shaking at his grasp. We stopped in front of the door. His hand slipped down my back to my lower back; making me even more nervous as to what was going to happen.

"The only good advice I can give you, is that you'll most likely be healed by our medications or healing tanks, so Vegeta can continue… whatever he does… My point is, is that he won't kill you… despite how much you may want him to after this… He wants you alive obviously… He's become too obsessed with you, I think…"

I stared up at him, nervous and frightened. I was still a little intimidated by him, but he was the only other one I could sort of trust… not really, but… ugh, whatever. He placed his hand under my chin, raising my face to his. He kneeled down, still towering over me.

He's one tall motherfucker!

I joked to myself, trying to forget the whole situation I was probably getting into. I swallowed again, nervously.

"You're a slave… Vegeta doesn't care, as do most others. Just know that if you ever need an 'out' or a break from him, my door is always open, my dear…"

He smiled slightly that made me shiver. I wasn't sure if he was referring to safety or sex, but, at this point, I thought either would be better than facing Vegeta after everything that went down. Kakarot, Bardock, Vegeta's tail…

I'm dead the second I walk in that bedroom door!

The King was at least slightly considerate when I had to suck his dick; that's all he made me do. I was a slave, he even said that, and yet, he gave me a choice. I thought it was ironic how the King and Kakarot were the generous and kind-of giving ones (more Kakarot over the King) and Bardock and Vegeta were the scumbags. Odd, but it was something that I had been thinking about for a little while. I was horrendously bored.

"Stay strong when you enter that room, girl; it'll be over soon. That's all you need to say to yourself… and remember… my door is always open…"

I nodded slightly as he let my chin go, stood up straight and paced off back down the hall. He didn't look back as he rounded the corner. I stood in front of the closed door.

Should I even go inside?

v

I wasn't sure how it happened and I had had almost no warning of what was to come. I turned the door knob slowly and the door opened; again, not locked. I'd stepped inside the bedroom only to have someone roughly grab me and slam the door closed behind me with far more force then was needed. The sudden rough treatment, the noise of the door being slammed and the fact that the room was dark and I was unable to see the person attacking me disorientated me and frightened me badly. As I tried to scream and fight my way free, I found myself abruptly pinned against the wall by the intruder with his hand tight against my mouth.

"Such a weak, little kitten…"

The drawling voice sent shivers down my spine and I whimpered behind the hand in plead to let go. The voice, I knew; it was unmistakably Kakarot's, but the tone in which he spoke was threatening and chilly, one I'd never heard before. It was the tone more than the words that warned me that something was very, very, very wrong and that something even worse was going to happen. I could hear him chuckling under his breath as his tongue grazed over the left side of my neck. I whimpered, fighting to get away. It wasn't going to happen.

"Nghhuh, Nghhuunh…!"

I screamed into his hand 'no, no', but it was no use. Kakarot's lowly chuckle echoed through the room. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I was able to make out Kakarot's silhouette as he kept me crushed to the wall. Beyond him, in the darkness, I could see the gleam of another pair of eyes watching me and I could just make out the outline of Vegeta's hair. I again tried to pull out of Kakarot's grasp, but he held onto me tightly and only chuckled at my attempts to get away. One of his hands kept my hands pinned to the wall above my head while the other stayed firmly against my mouth. It was a struggle for me to control my panic as I wriggled in his grasp, unable to shake the feeling that something terrible was in store for me.

Over Kakarot's shoulder, I saw Vegeta stand up straight from leaning against the wall and move forward, towards us. He was barely visible in the darkness, but I could faintly make out his outline as he came closer to me; the footsteps slowly getting louder. He reached out to me with one of his gloved hands, briefly tracing the curve of my check before tangling his hand in my hair and cruelly wrenching my head sideways, so I was forced to stare straight ahead at Kakarot and not at him. He leant in, his breath tickling my ear as he paused for a moment to breathe in the scent of my fear,

"I'm going to give you to Kakarot tonight… Taylor. He is going to hurt you… and I am going to watch."

As he spoke, he ran his other hand down my body, briefly cupping my breast before sliding lower and resting it lightly on my thigh. Kakarot slightly tensed at the word 'hurt', but there was no backing out for him now. He was loyal to Vegeta as much as he hated him. Maybe it would be 'fun'… just scare me, fuck… and that'd be it… right?!

"You should not have humiliated me, woman. I don't care why you felt the need to do it; all I care about is that you will be punished."

The softness in Vegeta's voice chilled me to the bone; there was no emotion in his voice other than anticipation for what was to come. I tried to pull away from Kakarot to speak, but Vegeta chuckled again and shook his head.

"I don't want to hear anything you want to say, woman. The only thing I want to hear is your screams, and I'm going to hear them very soon indeed."

His eyes flicked to Kakarot's face and he nodded slowly before he slowly walked back to the chair he had been on before, pulling off his gloves and tossing them carelessly on the floor. No matter how masochistic I may have become over this short time of knowing them, this was a situation that was wildly spiraling out of control and the only thing I could feel was fear. Whatever Kakarot had in store for me was going to be horrible; I knew that much. Why, why, Kakarot?!

You're… my… friend…

There wasn't going to be any way of changing this situation into one I could control; Vegeta wanted me to suffer and he would have made damn sure that whatever it was Kakarot would do to me would humiliate and hurt me the most. I felt Kakarot move closer to me again, grinding his hard muscled body against mine as he slid one knee in between my legs. He rubbed his face against mine momentarily before he crushed his mouth down on mine; his kiss hard, demanding and fierce, with no room for gentleness or even for lust. His tongue brushed over mine and something was wrong. His eyes shot open, glittering of blood-red and slivering cat eyes, and he pulled away instantly. He grinned wildly as Vegeta watched curiously as to why he stopped. Kakarot's eyes burned wildly with what looked like lust and anger. He burst out laughing. I was beyond terrified now.

"You have the scent of another Saiyans seed on your breath… You little fucking whore…"

Kakarot spit to the floor as Vegeta's eyes went wide.

What? No… NO!

"What?!"

Vegeta's voice was low and hoarse. He stayed seated, but tensed angrily, leaning forward. Kakarot looked back at him like a wild animal with that terrifying grin that almost made Vegeta shiver.

"Oh, yes… Prince Vegeta, this little slut was sucking off someone else…"

He looked back down at me, tightening his grip on me.

"So, who was it? My father, my brother, maybe Vegito or Gogeta… he-he; possibly even my son…! It couldn't have been that human… It's definitely a Saiyan…"

He chuckled against my ear, grazing his teeth over it. I didn't answer quick enough, I guess, because right before I was about to answer, he pressed something against my slave collar, instantly it turned off and I felt the planets crushing gravity weighing down on me; only Kakarot's firm grip kept me standing upright.

There was nothing I could do as he pulled me away from the wall and dragged me into the middle of the room, throwing me to the floor with insulting ease; the force of the impact temporarily stunning me, knocking the wind right out of me. I lay there staring up at Kakarot and wondering why it was that I always forgot how strong Saiyans really were, even the 'nice' ones. Fighting or trying to run was useless; if I did, he would only toy with me for a while before the inevitable happened. No, the only thing I could do was hope that this would be over soon. I tried rolling onto my side only to have Kakarot's heavy booted foot slam into my gut. My body naturally curled in excruciating pain. He stepped around me, watching me cringe with a thrilled look on his face. He was losing it.

"Come on… whose cock did you suck?! Who was it, you little slut?!"

He kicked me again, and I screamed out in pain. Vegeta was fuming, but grinning, too; as I was receiving pain, and he was awaiting the answer, too.

"The… Th-The… K-K-King!"

Kakarot froze, staring down at me. Vegeta's eyes went completely wide. He glanced back at the closet and then looked back at us. He grinned knowing he was going to go full out with his complete plan. He laughed as did Kakarot.

"Really…? And here I thought it was going to be my old man…"

He glanced back at Vegeta and they both grinned at one another.

"He-he; well, then I guess since you got your fill in that department… I'll just have to fill you where ever else I can fit myself into!"

Tears smeared down my face as I clenched my gut. The weight on me was almost unbearable. I felt like I was being crushed alive.

"The King; how pathetic… I'll show you a real Saiyan… You want to be a whore… I'll give you exactly what every pretty, little whore wants…"

He laughed a devilish, sinister laugh and Vegeta immediately got over his father and me and focused joyfully on what was about to begin.

"He-he; you look so fuckable when you're helpless… It turns me on something fierce!"

His words were vicious and fowl to my ears as he whispered. He kneeled down next to me, gently stroking his fingers on my cheek before viciously grabbing at my clothes, tearing them piece by piece from my body and throwing the torn-up pieces over his shoulder.

"Ahh, no, n-no…! No, Kakarot, stop! Stop it, please! STOP! STOP IT!"

He laughed maniacally as I began to scream out in fear. Vegeta sat comfortably in the dark corner of the room, watching as his mate was about to be raped on the floor in the moonlight of the late night. Kakarot's gaze was drawn up to the window as light streamed in from the moon's glow from behind the dark clouds after ripping apart every garment I had been wearing. His eyes dilated and his breathing began to pick up its pace; Vegeta's grin grew wider.

"Perfect…"

Vegeta whispered to himself. Kakarot looked like a terrifying, wild animal about to tear me to shreds. He threw all his weight down on me, almost crushing me, but not to the point of shattering bones. I cried out until he muffled my cries by shoving his tongue into my mouth, his sharp, sharp incisors cutting my gums and lips and pressing my body down as hard as he could without breaking any of my bones. He began grappling with his pants, using his body to keep me pinned down while the weight of the gravity did the rest of the work for him. Once he freed himself, he began positioning himself before the inevitable. He threw his head back crying loudly out like a howl, almost as if he were in pain. Vegeta simply grinned. He knew exactly what was happening. Kakarot's body began pulsing, growing; changing… he… he was turning into a monster. He roared out towards the moon. I whimpered in fear, being deafened by his massive, glass-shattering roar. Vegeta chuckled out loud and as soon as I turned my attention towards him, Kakarot back handed me, splitting my lip just like his brother had. He growled at me and when my watery eyes connected to his, he was gone. Kakarot wasn't there anymore… he was long past gone. This wasn't Kakarot; this was something more sinister than the devil himself.

Kakarot… I… I… loved… you…

v

Kakarot quickly closed the door to the bathroom and leant against it, trying to block out the sounds of my cries and screams. Tears streamed down his face as he covered his own mouth trying not to cry too loudly. His eyes were cold and black again, and filled will heated regret. He hadn't enjoyed hurting me in the slightest, he hadn't enjoyed making me scream like that and he hadn't enjoyed watching Vegeta watch us like we were some sort of perverse show put on for his amusement. He hadn't completely realized what was happening until the very end, when he transformed back to normal. About halfway through, he knew something was seriously wrong, but his body couldn't stop what it was doing to me; his brain was fighting to the bitter end, but it was no use. He wasn't going to win that fight. The whole thing made him feel so sick. He'd known that I had a certain fear, Vegeta had told him, but he hadn't known how much he would hurt me by using it against me. He clenched his gut and fell forward to his knees, slowly falling forward until his forehead rested on the cold, tiled floor. Still covering his mouth with one hand, he whimpered holding tons of tears back. He couldn't take it anymore; he quickly stumbled to his feet for a couple seconds before collapsing forward again in front of the toilet, puking and sobbing.

What have I done?! This isn't what I wanted to happen!

He couldn't control himself, and he knew now that Vegeta had known that that is what was going to happen from the first moment the whole thing started!

Vegeta, you fucking bastard! He wanted to drive us apart all along! He probably, sadly, succeeded…

He fell to his side, next to the toilet, crying quietly against the damp, cool floor. Clenching his ripping gut in pain with one hand, the other grabbing his chest; right over his heart, aggressively, in agony.

"T-Taylor…? Wh-What… What have I d-done?!"

His words were broken by tears and as quiet as a whisper. He didn't want Vegeta to hear, but, he already had a strange suspicion that Vegeta already knew what state of mind he was in. It was over. It was all over now.

She hates me… I love her… why, why?! I'm so fucking stupid! I'm so STUPID! Why, Taylor, why? No… no… I-I'm so sorry… Please… forgive me…