The Courage of Your Convictions

Part 3/4

By Catherine Johnson

Rating:  NC-17.  Graphic language and depictions of male/male sex, 

rape,

and torture.

Fandom:  DragonBall Z

Pairings:  Goku/Vejita, Vejita/??

Mood:  Dark, violent, death

Continuity:  Post DB manga/AU?

Archive:  Please ask first

MiSTing:  Please ask first

Notes:  This is my reply to the "Saiyajin Judo" Challenge on the

saiyanslash ML.

This story features  S&M/B&D and both 

consensual

and non-cons male/male sex.  If any of this bothers you, please don't 

read

it.

More notes and disclaimers at the end.

     After awhile, Kakarot got bored with mere destruction and death, 

and

he found a new hobby:  Rape.  Saiyajin were, in general, not overly 

sexual

beings.  They felt the drive to reproduce, of course, but their 

children

were strong enough that they didn't need to do it often.  Because of 

this,

nature had endowed them with sex drives that, at least compared to 

Humans,

were fairly low.  Yet, somehow, in the process of going insane, 

Kakarot's

sex drive seemed to have kicked into high gear.  Or perhaps he'd just

discovered how humiliating humans found rape, and simply used it 

against

them as another form of torture.  Vejita remembered the first time his

fellow Saiyajin had come to him with his suggestions and insinuations.  

At

first Vejita couldn't believe the things Kakarot was saying.  But then 

the

attack had come.  Somehow, Vejita had escaped from being raped that 

first

time.  It was the only time since his change that Kakarot hadn't 

defeated

him.  Vejita still wondered if Kakarot *let* him escape.  But it didn't

matter.  It wasn't long until the perverted warrior had found him 

again,

and this time, he *didn't* escape.  Afterwards, bleeding and nearly

unconscious, Vejita had begun to realize just how twisted Kakarot has

become.  This wasn't the act of a warrior doing his duty.  It was 

madman

acting out his depravities on a populace that couldn't fight back, a

lunatic that got off on lording his power over others.

     However, the surprises weren't over yet for Vejita.  One day, 

about

four years ago, while looking through the ruins of a city recently hit 

by

Kakarot, he'd heard the sounds of crying.  Following the noise, he'd

discovered the man himself, sitting on a pile of rubble, looking about 

him

with fear and confusion.  Vejita had almost thought it might be a 

trick;

that the madman was trying to fool him into getting closer.  But, no, 

this

was genuine.  Kakarot's ki suggested no evil, no perversion, none of 

the

things Vejita had been sensing from the man recently.  He had 

approached

the dark haired man slowly.

     "Vejita?  What's happening here?  Who did this?  I... did I do 

this?"

     "Kakarot... I wish I knew what to say.  You're not responsible.

You... you lost your senses.  But it's over now.  You can't change what

you've done-"

     "The Dragon Balls!"

     Vejita shook his head.  "Dende is dead.  The Balls are useless 

now."

     "Oh, gods, Vejita," Goku was practically sobbing.  "I can't 

believe

what I've done.  I... I killed people.  Millions of them.  Your family.

And... the things I did to you."

     "We'll deal with that later, Kakarot.  But first we need to sort 

out

what to do about... all this."  He gestured to the remains of the city.

     They did their best to tidy up the city and help the survivors.

Fortunately, Kakarot usually appeared to his victims in Super Saiyajin

form, and no one recognized the dark-haired, slightly morose man 

helping

with the clean up effort as the pale-haired psychotic who'd caused it 

in

the first place.

     Afterwards, they had gone out into the wilderness.  They relaxed a

bit, then Goku asked Vejita to spar with him.  Fighting is very 

important

to a Saiyajin, and Vejita knew his fellow Saiyajin was trying to do

something to distract himself from what had happened, and what he'd 

done.

It was clear he had memories of what his other personality had done, 

and it

troubled him greatly.  There was also a part of Vejita who wondered if 

Goku

wasn't trying to use the sparring session as a way of making up to his

friend and rival for all the things he'd done to him specifically.  It

wasn't as contradictory as it sounded; they'd often used sparring as a 

way

of saying things they couldn't express out loud.  By asking him to 

spar,

Goku was telling his fellow Saiyajin he was sorry.  And by accepting 

the

invitation, Vejita was telling his fellow Saiyajin that he accepted the

apology.

     And so they had sparred.  But while doing so, Vejita noticed Goku

getting more and more violent.  What had started as a friendly brawl 

soon

became a very real fight.  Vejita realized that, somehow, during their

fight, Goku was reverting back to the man who'd been terrorizing the 

Earth

lately.  It was then that it dawned on Vejita just what had happened to 

the

man.  The trauma hadn't caused the Saiyajin to lose his mind, it had 

caused

it to split.  The man who'd grown up on Earth, who'd fought for it and

raised a family on it, still existed.  But he had, for a time, been

subsumed by another personality; the evil, monstrous being now intent 

on

destroying everything he'd once worked so hard to protect.  It was also

then that Vejita had began to think of the man differently.  He'd 

always

referred to and thought of him by his proper Saiyajin name, Kakarot.  

But

now there were two personas, two very different souls fighting for 

control

of the powerful Saiyajin body.  Vejita now thought of the good one as 

Son

Goku, while the evil one was Kakarot.

     He'd managed to escape that fight, and over the next few months, 

his

encounters with both personalities had led him to discover how the 

switch

happened.  When Kakarot was happy- usually after torturing some 

helpless

Humans or causing more random destruction- he'd be relaxed enough that 

the

gentler personality would come to the fore.  And when Goku became upset 

or

angry, the Kakarot persona would take over.  Only by staying calm and 

happy

could Goku keep the darker part of himself in check.  And Goku was 

rarely

happy anymore.

~ End Flashback ~

     Vejita looked at the huge house on top of the hill.  He could 

sense

Kakarot's ki up there; the pervert was ready and waiting for him.  It 

was

11:17, he had plenty of time.  But there was really no reason to wait.

     He headed into the house, and let his senses guide him towards his

fellow Saiyajin.  He flew up a long winding staircase and down a short

corridor until he came to a large, elaborately carved wooden door.  He

opened it and walked into the room.  //This is it.  What is the Earth

saying?  "Abandon hope all ye who enter here".  Hope?  Well, pride, at

least.//

     The room was large, with dark decor and eerie, natural lighting.

Incense was burning, filling the room with a mucky scent.  In the 

middle of

the room was a large waterbed with dark green sheets made of some 

satiny

material.  Kakarot was lying on the bed in a green robe, and smiled as

Vejita walked in.

     "Well, hello there, pet.  I'm glad to see you've decided to be a 

good

boy for once and show up on time."

     //Submit.  It's the only way you can beat him.//  "Yes, Kakarot.  

I've

been foolish to try and fight you."

     The taller Saiyajin's smile broadened.  "My, my... this is quite a

surprise.  And here I was hoping you'd fight me a little... I *really* 

get

off on it, you know."

     //Why am I not surprised?//  "If you want me to fight you, 

Kakarot, I

will."

     The Saiyajin "hmmph"-ed.  "Nah.  The idea of you being... 

submissive

has its charms, too."

     Kakarot lounged on the bed for a moment before he nodded to 

Vejita.

"Strip."  Vejita reached down and began removing his shoes.  This was

greeted with a disappointed sigh.  "Slower... there's no hurry."  The 

small

Saiyajin slowed down, taking his time to slip off his boots and socks, 

then

standing up and pulling his shirt off with calm deliberateness.  If his

perverted tormentor wanted a strip show, that's what he'd get.  

Kakarot's

smile grew as Vejita began undoing his pants, then slid them down 

slowly;

over his slim hips and down his muscular thighs.  He kicked them off, 

and

stood there, waiting to see what Kakarot had in store for him.  The 

larger

Saiyajin made a twirling motion with his fingers.  "Turn around.  

Slowly."

Vejita obeyed, and continued to move around until he heard, "Stop."  He 

had

made more than one complete revolution, and was now facing away from 

the

bed again.  "Hmm, hmmm... you do have a nice ass.  Bend over and grab 

your

ankles, dog."  Again, Vejita obeyed without question or hesitation.

     He remained in that position for a few moments, until he felt

Kakarot's hands on his waist.  "Oh, yeah..."  The hands moved across 

his

hips, then down his thighs.  Finally, they moved back up and rubbed his

butt.  "Oooh..." the man moaned as he massaged the flesh roughly.  

"Your

ass belongs to me, boy, you know that?"

     "Y-yes..."

     "Say it."

     //Oh, Gods.  I can't do this... I can't.  I can't.  I can't,

Ican'tIcantIcan't...//

     ~ You *can* do this, father. ~

     "*SAY* it, bitch."

     //Submit.  It's the only way.//

     "M... my ass belongs to you."

     "Louder, bitch."

     "My ass belongs to you!"

     "SCREAM IT!"

     "MY ASS BELONGS TO YOU!"

     The warped Saiyajin let out a groan of pleasure.  "There ya go... 

was

that so bad?"

     "No."

     Kakarot laughed.  "Turn around."  Vejita obeyed.  "On your knees,

dog."  Vejita dropped to his knees in front of the larger man.  Kakarot

took his cock out of his pants.  "Suck my dick, bitch."

     Vejita began giving his fellow Saiyajin head; working slowly and

skillfully.  He was rewarded by Kakarot's low, deep groans of pleasure, 

and

the man ran his fingers through Vejita's hair.  He then grabbed it 

roughly.

"Yes... suck it, dog.  You know you love it."  The smaller man kept up 

his

work, feeling the member getting harder in his mouth.  He knew it 

wouldn't

be long; Kakarot was already partially aroused when he'd started.  He 

could

hear the other man's cries getting louder, reaching a frenzied 

crescendo as

he came inside Vejita's mouth.  Then:  "Swallow, boy... drink every 

drop."

Vejita did so.  "Oh, yeah... there you go."  When he was done, Kakarot

pulled his head back, looking down at him.  "You loved it, didn't you?"

     "Yes.  I loved it."

     A cruel smile.  Then Kakarot released his hold on his victim's 

hair

and stepped back.  "Jack off."

     "Pardon?"  Kakarot had never seemed interested in watching others 

get

off before.  This reaction got him a hard, swift, kick in the gut.

     "Did I stutter?  I said 'jack off'."

     Reaching down, Vejita grabbed his cock and began working to get

himself off.  In spite of himself, sucking Kakarot had excited him

somewhat, and his penis was already partially hard.  He jerked off, 

trying

to shut out everything, to ignore the task ahead of him, and focus on

pleasuring himself.  Finally, he climaxed, then rested his hands on the

floor as he came down.  He looked up at the blonde man standing in 

front of

him, to see him smiling down at him wickedly.

     "You make the goofiest face when you come," the Saiyajin said with 

a

wicked smile.  Then he looked down between Vejita's legs and his face

turned serious.  "Oh, dear... now look at that; you've messed up my 

nice

clean floor."  His expression began to grow dark.  Vejita cast a glance

down, and saw a small pool of his semen on the floor.  "Clean it up,"

Kakarot ordered.  Vejita reached down to wipe up the jizz.  The larger 

man

snorted.  "Not like that..."  He put his foot on the smaller man's 

head,

forcing it to the floor.  "Use your tongue."

     //Oh, Gods...//

     ~ You *can* do this, father. ~

     //Submit.  It's the only way.//

     After taking a second to collect himself, Vejita leaned down and 

began

lapping up the quickly congealing semen.  Kakarot chuckled and reached

down, petting his hair and upper back.  "Good boy," he purred, his 

fingers

playing in the smaller man's hair for a moment longer.  Then he started

moving away.  Not certain what the other man intended, Vejita kept 

licking,

deciding that that would be the safest course of action.  "Actually," 

the

psychotic Saiyajin continued, "You're not *that* good... I'm still 

upset

with you about that boy."  His tone turned dangerous.  "It was very 

naughty

of you to fuck that boy, you know.  And did you let him fuck you, too?  

Oh,

you can stop now, I'm sure the floor is clean."

     Vejita stopped licking the floor, but remained on his hands and 

knees,

and kept his head down.  "Yes," he replied quietly.

     "'Yes' what?"

     "Yes, I let him fuck me."

     Kakarot clicked his tongue.  "Oh, dear... that won't do at all.  

You

know you belong to me, bitch.  I guess I'll just have to teach you 

that.

But first, we have to deal with your little dalliance.  You *do* 

realize

you must be..." There was a chuckle.  "Punished."

     Vejita shuddered.  //My plan won't work if he kills me first.

     He won't.  I'm too much fun for him to play with.  I can do this.  

I

have to.//  He just stayed on the floor, listening to Kakarot's soft

footsteps moving around on the carpet.  He dared a few cautious glances 

in

the man's direction, but couldn't see much without turning his head 

more

than he felt Kakarot would want him to.  So he decided to just wait and 

see

what would happen next.

     Finally, Kakarot came back over to him.  He grabbed Vejita by the 

hair

and jerked him to his feet.  They were still near the bed, and Vejita 

could

see that Kakarot had lain a few boxes on it.  Releasing his grip on

Vejita's hair, Kakarot walked over to the bed and opened up one of the

boxes.  Reaching in, he slowly pulled out a collar with a leash 

attached to

it.  Vejita could see his name inscribed on the collar in red.  The 

taller

Saiyajin smiled and slowly walked over to him.  "I think it's time to 

make

it official, don't you?"  With that, he wrapped the collar around his

"pet's" neck.  He pulled the strap tight and buckled it.  Then he slid 

his

hand along the leash and moved back and looked his little victim up and

down possessively.  "Oh, yes.  *Much* better, don't you think?"

     "Yes."

     Kakarot smiled and wrapped part of the leash around his hand.  He

pulled on it roughly, and Vejita was jerked forward.  He managed to 

keep to

his feet, though, as he was dragged towards the taller man.  As soon as 

he

was close enough, Kakarot slid his free hand along Vejita's cheek.  His

expression turned evil, and he lashed out, slapping Vejita so roughly 

that

the smaller man nearly fell over.  "Now, apologize, bitch."

     "I'm sorry."

     "'I'm sorry' who?"

     "I'm sorry, Kakarot."

     "And what are you sorry for?"

     "I'm sorry I had that boy fuck me, Kakarot."

     "Are you ready to be punished?"

     "Yes, I'm ready to be punished."

     //Oh, gods... I can do this.//

     Smirking, Kakarot walked back over to the bed, and opened a 

second,

smaller box.  He pulled out a pair of handcuffs.  "These aren't 

ordinary,

Earth handcuffs, my pet.  They're made of a special alloy that even 

most

Saiyajin have trouble breaking out of.  Oh, and if you even THINK of 

trying

to use them against me-"

     "I would never do that, Kakarot."  The larger man's head snapped

around to glare at Vejita, who realized the terrible mistake he'd made.

Suddenly, Kakarot was in front of him again, and this time the blow 

sent

him reeling to the floor."

     "NEVER interrupt me, bitch!"

     "I'm sorry, Kakarot."

     "Yes, you are.

     "Now, as I was saying... if you're thinking of using these," he

jangled the handcuffs in his hands, "against me, don't.  They might 

work

against a pitifully weak Saiyajin like you, but they can't hold me."

     Vejita barely managed to repress a shudder.  //He called me weak.  

He

did it on purpose.  He knows how much I value my strength.

     //I can't let this distract me.  Swallow your pride, Vejita.//

     ~ You *can* do this, father. ~

     //Submit.  It's the only way.//

     "I have no intention of fighting you, Kakarot."

     "Good."  The other Saiyajin laughed.  "Now... let's get down to

business, shall we?"  Seizing Vejita's leash, Kakarot dragged him over 

to

the far wall.  The rafters were exposed in this part of the room, 

running

diagonally from the wall to the ceiling.  A few of the beams had metal 

bars

set into them at various heights.  Kakarot led his prisoner over to one 

of

these, so that he was standing directly under it.  Vejita suddenly 

realized

what these bars were for; they were used to hang people from.

     //Gods... he's sick... I can't do this...

     //No, I have to do this.//

To Be Continued.