Day 5

Vegeta's eyelids tremble with threatening tears as he feels his bladder fill up painfully, squeezing his legs together he waited for the need to urine to pass by, the flies flew above the rotten food and the smell made his stomach flip, his body odor wasn't helping much, he lets go of a soft gasp and sob as his body says no more and he starts to urinate himself, his legs shake and his lips quiver, his eyelashes heavy and wet from his tears, he gave up completely, all his hope was gone and he was going to let himself die.

A loud gasp echoes around his cell when a bucket of cold water is thrown at him washing away all the vomit and urine from his skin, what was happening?

"Make sure he smells nice for our guests, they're really important." Frieza's voice sounded unsteady.

Rough scrubs pass over unhealthy wounds, They needed attention, they were getting infected, Frieza waited, waited for a cry, a scream or some tears of pain from the rough touches, his eyes met with Vegeta's glare, they burned with hate, he still had the enough energy to have a strong, blind rage against him.

Frieza had the habit to carry around some kind of family cane, he could see himself hitting Frieza with full force with that then rape him as much times as he did with him.

Cooler's P.O.V

They're fixing him up nice and pretty, the room they put him in has a bed in the center, fresh, white sheets ready to be stained by him, soft pink, laced panties cover his privates, amazingly beautiful for being a man, he smells like flowers and sweetness, his long slender, pale legs are covered by silky socks that go up to his thighs, I have to agree with my brother and father that he pink fits him, very well I would say, but not the dress, no, remove the dress, the gown was wrapped nicely around his thin waist, the puffy bottom gave us the view of his plump ass, it covered his shoulders down to his elbows, he looked much like a school girl would look like, I see him sigh in relief when the collar is removed from his throat, it's like if he was underwater for a long time, this time my brother is the one who participates, he opens a small velvet box and pulls out what to me is a choker, the leather goes around his neck, I make sure to study his face in case they wrap it up too hard. To be honest, I'm getting tired of him being tortured this way, I know what's next for him, it won't be pretty and I won't stick around to hear him any longer. I have to do something to help him, but also I have to make sure that my head is safe, I think, maybe, I know someone who could, I don't know, help him.

Our guests today are some German mobsters, father says they have some company but I'm pretty sure they sell and buy different type of young people, once they sedate Vegeta enough to keep him still but awake we move into my father's office and wait for those German customers, I see my father knows this man by the name of Jörg Schädel, he's taller than I am, he has the air of being the cruel type, those who wrapped you up in polite ways but then fucks you like an animal, colorful tattoos covered his chest, I can see them from the way he uses his wine colored shirt, the buttons only cover his stomach where I can bet he's hiding steal abs, his "baby" brother if you could call him his baby brother since he was the same height and body structure, Klause is his name, wasn't far different from him, both have this glint in their grey and green eyes, I have a bad feeling, but since I'm not the one in the situation, why should I care?

"Be honest now Mr. Schädel, what do you do for a living?" I ask as polite as I can, I'm not much of a mannered man.

"You want honesty."

His thick accent rolls off his tongue sending shivers to my body, but not in a good way, I nod in reply and watch as Klause chuckles darkly and wraps his arms around his brother's neck.

"We collected the souls of sinners and send them straight to hell, göre." Klause hisses, his accent just as strong.

"Göre?" I hear my brother ask.

"It means, brat, in your language, ja?"

"Yes it does, Mr. Schädel, and it fits them perfectly well!" My father laughs falsely.

I hate my gene pool.

"Frieza, you say you needed money, but how will you pay back, it's been long."

Jörg leans forward and we get to see inside his shirt, my bet was right but also something very interesting caught my eye, it was inside his pants, if I were a sexual person I would say his penis that was marked perfectly by his jeans, but I was intrigued by the washed in gold pistol that was tucked inside his pants.

"Since I know you fancy white meat, I think I have the perfect payment for you Jörgy." Frieza runs one finger along Jörg's knuckles.

Normal P.O.V

Vegeta waits patiently on the comfortable bed, at least he would die in a bed that made him relax, all hope was now gone, he wished that Frieza would get tired of waiting for Kakarot and just blew his brains to the wall, but he wasn't so lucky and Frieza wasn't going to satisfy him with that, he chuckles for the first time since his kidnap, Frieza Glacie, he did all this out of jealously, Vegeta's smile grows wider, as Kakarot's image appears in his mind.

"Kakarot Son you make people do dangerous things...I still have an ounce of hoping to see you one last time."

The wooden door squeaks as Jeice pushes if open, he seemed to have a blush covering his cheeks, Vegeta weakly sits up in the middle of the bed, curious of why this traitor was blushing so madly about, he then watches two tall men walk in behind Jeice, so they were here to kill him.

"Vegeta, they are Mr. Glacie guests, treat them well and don't hesitate to their orders."

Vegeta sighs defeated and gives a nod as his answer, once the door closes he glares up at the males, one of them stares into his skull, the other runs his hands through his dark brown hair, Vegeta blinks once before a strong hand strikes his pale cheek sending him back onto the mattress. That was too strong and it took him a few minutes to focus his sight again.

"First rule. Don't look at us that way."

Vegeta's ears tingled as the accent hit his senses, rough and low, dark and sickening voices, fear began to stir inside Vegeta's mind, he kept his body still and his breathing steady, a shaky gasp escapes his dry lips when cold fingertips run up his thighs, guilty he feels his cock press against the laced panties when the other but a little younger male, leans down and runs his tongue along his lips, they untie his bruised wrists and the socks slide down his pale legs and off his toes, Vegeta eyes the other male that caused him great fear but shook him to the core furiously.

His fingertips land on the front on his feet, they squeeze the skin a little before sliding up to his shin.

"Glatt." Smooth

"Blass." Pale

"Schön." Beautiful

Their voices were sending electricity up Vegeta's spine, he gasps when the hand goes up his dress and stops at his erection, he looks at their faces that have slight confusion on it.

"You're a man?"

"Y-yes." Vegeta squeaks out.

"I don't mind bruder." Klause smiles as he pulls Vegeta back on his bottom and turns him around slowly.

Jörg hooks his fingers in the laced panties that covered Vegeta's pale ass and slowly slides them off, his rough thumbs push pale buttocks apart and he kisses the pink entrance making it clench, his large hands slide the pink dress up and off the young man, Klause traces rosy, hard nipples making Vegeta moan, his eyes grow wide when he sees Klause's impressive erection jump out of his pants, he is guided down and meets face to face with it, his small hands grip the sheets, he whines in protest when something hot and dry presses against his rectum.

"What a-are you going to do to me?"

Jörg leans to his ear, his heavy body pressing against his slim back making his cock twitch excitedly, for some odd reason Vegeta wanted to touch them both, trace their muscles and tattoos, he wanted Jörg to ravish him and Klause to abuse him.

"Dich zerstören..." Destroy You