Kidnapped

Hey you, diary, I want to let you know that I am a slut, seriously the mayor should give me a prize a fucking diploma in Bitchness, because I'm very good at it, I will graduate as number one whore, I have to say that I thank Mr. Son for his lessons since they come in handy when needed, my boss is easy to manipulate, I knew Black liked me beyond business, he just needed a little push, I wonder what he's thinking right now, the situation got heated very quickly, I bet he was needy since he's a divorced man. Poor Blacky, he's gorgeous and so simple, but I don't need simple, I want someone to ravish me, tear me apart, gore my soul with a glance, Mr. Son, I miss him, I need him, his punishments and those short moments of pleasure he gives me, shaking me to my skeleton with a lick to the lips, I am so happy and lucky to have him bury my face into the pillow and make me muffle my pain, choke on words, I don't need words when I'm with him. Mr. Son, I'm here for his entertainment, I hope Black doesn't get the idea of me wanting him.

A snap of a light clouds up the young journalist's sight, he blinks many times and gives his eyes a few rubs, what the hell happened? Looking up his heart jumps and his stomach does a flip, was God playing a faithful game or was he putting beautiful men in front of him on purpose? Surely he was testing him to see how much he could last before he spreads his legs for every man in New York city!

"Sorry I didn't know where I was going."

"It's all right honey, I just wanted to take your picture."

What the hell? A picture? That made him a little suspicious and frighten, why did this beautiful man want his picture? He smiles nervously before quickly -almost running- makes his way into a café where he would meet a few friends. Now that he was out of hearing, the mysterious man pulls out his phone calling someone who would make Vegeta's life miserable.

At the top of the tower that belonged to the Glacies, a family meeting began at the time of the sunset, tilting a glass cup of wine, the owner of the company narrows his eyes as he listens to his sons discuss this and that, foolish things, his youngest had some sort of proposal, when did he plan on telling him, his father?

"Frieza...enough, where is your word? I have better things to do then be here listening to nonsense."

"Patience, father."

From one minute to another the doors open, like wings, Zarbon hands over an envelope, eagerly the youngest Glacie tears open the paper and pulls out photographs, he hands them over to his father. The paper had Mr. Son and another stranger imprinted on it, he was about to ask what did this have to do with what he was interested in until his goring eyes land on one specific photo, the one of a young journalist makes his way in then out of the building that Mr. Son calls "home". The corners of his lips curl up, the wrinkles of a long life giving way to the eyes, he sits up and throws the photographs onto the table.

"Frieza, my beloved son, who is this charming boy?"

"His name is Vegeta Ouji, he works for the Orange Star newspaper, remember the last woman we saw Goku with? Well this little juice drop, is our new host, Zarbon informed me that, he's the new sex toy, he's lasted longer than the others."

"And do you really think he will bend with him?" the oldest brother says as he looks at the photographs uninterested in what they had planned, he never agreed to join the family business.

"Cooler, must I remind you what dad says since he was as young as me?"

"Please do." His voice came out in the old annoyed tone he's had since he first joined.

"I got nothing to lose and everything to win."

"True, we got the name and the money, even the workers, but who can assure us that this old fool will fall for it? What if this juice drop, as you call him, is just a pig? Being used for satisfaction only?"

"Stop being so negative and let your brother try, Cooler."

"Well if it doesn't work...we have something to entertain ourselves, huh?"

Both son and father laugh at the idea while Cooler frowns and narrows his eyes moving them onto the photos, he looks at the young face again and starts to wonder if he should leave or stay with the crazy ones he calls family, Frieza just wanted revenge for being rejected...he must really have a thing for Kakarot Son to go this far.

Vegeta arrives at the Glacie building ten minutes early, taken the things he needs he locks the car he borrowed from Black and makes his way inside, forgetting to carry his phone with him. A man leads him to where he is supposed to have the interview with the Glacies, he looks at his small notebook and reads the questions he has so far and smiles, remembering the first time he met Mr. Son.

"Welcome!"

Vegeta jumps in shock from the outburst "oh um...t-thank you, Mr. Glacie."

"Mr. Glacie is my father, just call me Frieza."

"R-right, well um, Frieza, I have a few questions to ask I hope some of them don't offend or make you feel uncomfortable."

Slowly the interview walked, from time to time Vegeta's eyes would skip from Frieza to the clock.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? Oh nothing!" Vegeta tries to smile, feeling a knot under his ribs tighten up.

"Are you late to see someone?" Frieza smiles darkly.

"Maybe a friend, when young I had a friend, she loved to spend her nights with me." Mr. Glacie spins the chair where Vegeta sits, the feeling under his ribs becomes painful.

Vegeta looks for the exit and he spots a guard, the small man from before gives him a charming smile, his heart gave a hard pump, he swallows hard feeling his throat dry, excusing himself he asks for a break and the cafeteria, quickly, his footsteps echo through the empty hallways, he sits down in the empty cafeteria and takes a small sip from his tea, his nerves where killing him, his shaking hand pushes a few strands of hair that fall to his forehead. What was he doing here?

"Hello." Says a young worker the same height as Vegeta, he pushes his long white hair back before sitting down in front of the journalist.

"H-hello...who are you?"

"Jeice, are you ok? You look very...tense."

"I-I'm fine, I was just, I get a little nervous."

"I see." He smiles and looks at Vegeta's tea then at the dark figure behind the cafeteria door.

"What a-are you looking at?" Vegeta looks over his shoulder and looks at the two different exits.

Jeice gives the signal, and a cloth covered hand comes around Vegeta's face and covers up his nose and mouth, the young man struggles and screams in muffled pleads, kicking and knocking the tables over, the strong scent of chloroform slowly makes his sight fade and the last thing he hears is the sound of the glass breaking before falling to the ground, his eyes glance at the exit and he sinks into abyss.