The Courage of Your Convictions

Part 4/4

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.

     Kakarot turned Vejita towards the wall, and put one of the cuffs

around his left wrist.  Grabbing the diminutive Saiyajin, he lifted him 

and

tossed the chain over one the bars, then clamped the other cuff around 

his

other wrist.  After doing this, he let go, so that Vejita hung off the 

bar.

It was situated in such a way that, standing on his tiptoes, the small 

man

could just barely reach the floor.  Stepping forward, Kakarot took 

ahold of

Vejita's chin roughly and tilted his head up to look into his eyes. 

"Don't

try flying, pet. I'll know."

     "Yes, Kakarot." The larger Saiyajin responded to this by licking

Vejita's ear.  He then let his prisoner's chin go, and walked behind 

him. A

few moments later, Kakarot came back, and the dark-haired warrior 

watched

as his captor walked around in front of him, holding a long metal whip.

     "Do you know what this is, boy?"

     "No I don't, Kakarot."

     "It's a very special little tool I made."  He smacked it against 

his

hand, and actually winced a bit.  "Most whips and other such... toys

wouldn't even break your skin.  But this will."  He held up his hand to

show the small cut the whip had made.  "If it can do this to *me*, 

it'll

certainly hurt a little weakling like you."  With that, Kakarot smiled, 

and

slowly walked around behind Vejita again.

     The next few seconds seemed to stretch into eternity for Vejita.  

He

knew what was coming, it was just a matter of when.  He stood there- 

hung

there, really- waiting.  Finally, suddenly there was a motion; he 

sensed

the whip before it hit his back, cutting his skin and making a path

downward; it felt as if there was a trail of fire where it had hit.  

Vejita

let out a cry.

     "Oh, yes, pet," Kakarot hissed, "I wanna hear you *scream*..."  

With

that, he lashed out again.  Vejita let out another cry as a second 

trail of

fire emblazoned itself on his back.

     5.  10.  15.  After those first two, there were over 20 more.

Vejita's screams of pain were getting louder with each lash.  And so 

were

Kakarot's screams of pleasure.  Finally, the lashings stopped, and 

Vejita

slumped a bit.  But no sooner had he relaxed the he felt a lash across 

his

thighs, first the left, then the right.  And another, and another, all 

up

and down his thighs and upper calves.  Again he let loose, crying out 

for

all he was worth.  This time, when Kakarot stopped, Vejita was too 

pained

and weak to really react.  He just hung there, knowing it wouldn't be 

long

until Kakarot started up on him again.  Sure enough, just as the pain 

from

his back and thighs was diminishing, the attack began again; this time 

on

his buttocks.  The pain here was astonishing; more so than elsewhere.  

And

again, Vejita made no attempt to stifle his cries.  At the same time, 

he

could hear his torturer's screams as well; they were triumphant, 

orgasmic.

Finally, the assault stopped again; and again Vejita wondered how long 

it

would be until it began again.  He heard a sound, like metal hitting 

stone,

then he heard Kakarot walking closer.  A hand touched his back, then

another.  He could feel the perverted Saiyajin run his hands over his 

back,

then they slid forward, around his waist and up his torso as Kakarot's

naked body pressed against his.  He could see the blood- his blood- all

over the man's hands as they slid over his flesh, smearing it across 

his

chest and over his abdomen.

     "Oh, yes... so wonderful..."  Kakarot pressed close to his victim;

Vejita could feel the other man's hard-on against the back of his 

thigh.

"So, what do you think, bitch?  Do you think you've been punished 

enough?"

     //Another Catch-22... if I say yes, he'll disagree, and probably

"punish" me even worse.  If I say no, he'll agree, and keep punishing 

me.//

Again, Vejita decided to choose the lesser of two evils.

     "No."

     "'No', what?"

     "No, I haven't been punished enough... master."  //Gods, were did 

THAT

come from?//

     "'Master'?"  Kakarot laughed.  "'Master'... I *like* that.

     "And you're right, you haven't been punished enough.  Not even 

close.

So we'll move on to the second part of the lesson."  With that, Kakarot

moved down, and Vejita could feel him licking his upper shoulder.  No 

doubt

he was licking off some blood.  His prick hardened even more at this, 

and

he moaned.  Vejita knew that Saiyajin found the blood of other Saiyajin 

to

be a powerful sexual stimulant, and Kakarot had discovered it, too.

Another lick, across the back of Vejita's neck, and the man began to 

pant.

     //Oh, Gods... here we go.  Once he's like this, once he loses 

*total*

control... I could die tonight.  He could damn well fuck me to death.//

     ~ You *can* do this, father. ~

     //Submit.  It's the only way.//

     Vejita managed a cry as Kakarot impaled him with his large, hard 

cock.

He pistoned in once, twice, then stopped.  Reaching up, the larger 

Saiyajin

grabbed the bar and ripped it in two.  Vejita fell to the floor, still

handcuffed and a bit light-headed from pain and- as much as he hated to

admit it- fear.

     Suddenly, Kakarot was on top of him, and, just as suddenly, he was

inside him again, ramming in and out.  He was more like a rutting 

animal

than anything sentient; he was driving into Vejita with all the force 

and

passion he could manage, and was gripping his hips hard enough to 

nearly

break bones.  As always, he was using his ki to open Vejita even 

further

than his cock would.  Vejita could feel the blood trickling between his

legs.  Even after all these times, after all his encounters, both

consensual and not, Kakarot could still make it hurt like hell.  Vejita

rested his head on the floor, and gave in to the tears that streamed 

down

his face.  //Please... please finish.  Gods...//  And still his 

attacker

continued.  In and out; he seemed to go deeper each time, ripping into 

him

again and again.  Then, finally, he felt Kakarot explode inside him.  

The

crazed Saiyajin threw his head back, howling in triumph as he claimed 

his

prey with this final act.  Vejita just let out a groan of relief; at 

least

this part was over with.  For now.

     The larger man leaned over Vejita, his lips close to ear as he 

spoke.

"So... do you think you've learned your lesson?"

     Vejita considered this quickly.  What answer did Kakarot what to 

hear?

"I don't know, master.  Perhaps you should-" //Oh, gods, am I really 

about

to say this?// "Teach me some more."

     A laugh.  "Yes, perhaps I should.  But, first.. what AM I teaching

you?"

     That part was easy.  "My ass belongs to you, master."

     "Hmmm... very good.  But not just this..." he moved down and 

rubbed

Vejita's buttocks.  "YOU belong to me.  Every fucking inch of you,  And 

I

do mean every *fucking* inch.  Outside..." A finger slid into Vejita 

ass.

"And in.  Say it."

     "I... belong to you, master.  Every fucking inch of me.  Outside 

and

in."

     "Very good.  And you're right, you lesson isn't over yet.  Neither 

is

your punishment."  Kakarot got up, and walked away.  As before, 

Vejita's

position didn't allow him to see much, so he didn't know where his

tormentor was going or what he intended.

     A few short moments later, Kakarot came back over.  He thrust

something under Vejita's nose- A senzu bean.  "Eat it," he ordered.

Keeping his hands on the floor, Vejita bent his head down and took the 

bean

in his mouth, chewed it, and ate it.  As always, he felt the bean's 

effects

almost immediately.  Even as he was swallowing the last of it, he could

feel a bit of his strength returning, and soon, his wounds began to 

heal as

well.  //Where did Kakarot get senzu beans?  And how many has he got?//

Vejita pictured the madman using the beans to prolong his victims' 

torment.

Abusing them, healing them, then starting in on them again.  //It just 

goes

to show that almost anything can be used as a tool of evil if there's

someone depraved enough to think of how to do it.//  He remained on his

hands and knees on the floor, his head lifted only slightly off of it.

Suddenly, Kakarot kicked him in the side.  He yelled in surprise.  

There

was another kick, then Kakarot walked over to the other side, and gave 

a

few blows to his left ribcage as well.

     "Now, roll over on your back, bitch."  Vejita did so.  "Very 

good,"

said Kakarot with a smile.

     Now on his back, Vejita looked up at his tormentor.  He was naked, 

and

his torso was covered with Vejita's blood.  He smiled, then walked over 

to

pick the whip, which he'd apparently dropped right before he'd begun

fucking the smaller Saiyajin.  He moved back over to stand at Vejita's

feet.  "Hands above your head, bitch."  Vejita lifted his arms over his

head.

     Kakarot stepped forward, straddling Vejita's waist.  He stood 

there

for a moment, grinning down at his victim.  Pulling part of the whip 

taut,

he ran his tongue along it, licking off some of the blood with a look 

of

ecstasy on his face.  "I love making you bleed, bitch..."  Then, he 

lashed

out with the whip, so that the tip sliced across Vejita's chest.  

"You've

been a bad boy.  You deserve this.  Say it."

     //Oh, gods...//

     ~ You *can* do this, father. ~

     //Submit.  It's the only way.//

     "I've been a bad boy.  I deserve this, master."  Kakarot struck 

down

again, leaving another mark, another trail of fire.

     "Again."

     "I've been a bad boy.  I deserve this, master."  Another lash.

     "Louder, bitch!"

     "I've been a bad boy!  I deserve this, master!"  Another, this 

time

across his abdomen.

     Kakarot was panting now, more out of excitement than effort.  He

lashed out a few more times, causing Vejita to cry out.  "That's right,

boy... like any bad dog, you need... disciplining."

     ~ You *can* do this, father. ~

     //Submit.  It's the only way.//

     "Yes, master," Vejita moaned, "Discipline me."

     Kakarot smiled, then dropped to his knees on top of the smaller 

man.

Letting go of the whip, he leaned down over his captive, grabbing him 

by

the chin and jerking his head up so they were eye to eye.  "Say that 

again,

bitch."

     "Discipline me master."  Sitting up a bit, Kakarot punched Vejita 

in

the face, nearly breaking his nose.

     "Again."

     "Discipline me, master!"  Another punch.

     "Why?"

     "Because I've been bad, master.  I deserve it, master."  Another.

     "Yes, you do," Kakarot murmured.  "You deserve it.  You need it.  

You

want it.  You *love* it."

      //No... I can't... I can't...//

     ~ You *can* do this, father. ~

     //Submit.  It's the only way.//

     "I deserve it, master."  More pain.  "I need it..."  And again.  

"I

want it."  Vejita was beginning to feel woozy from pain and blood loss.  

"I

love it!"

     Kakarot reached between his own legs, working on his erection with 

one

hand even as he continued to beat his "pet" with the other.  Vejita 

heard

the larger man cry out and felt warmth as his stomach was sprayed with 

the

other Saiyajin's cum.  Smiling, Kakarot reached down and dipped his 

fingers

into the mix of his own semen and Vejita's blood.  He lifted his 

fingers to

the other man's lips.  "Lick it, dog."

     "Yes, master."  The smaller Saiyajin found the mixture of blood 

and

seed strangely exciting, and began sucking on Kakarot's fingers.  But 

the

fingers were quickly withdrawn, and he got a strong slap.

     "I said 'lick', not 'suck'.  You do what you're told, bitch."

     "Yes, master.  I'm sorry, master."

     "That's better," Kakarot replied.  He got up and stepped away from

Vejita.  "On your hands and knees, dog."  Slowly, painfully, Vejita 

obeyed,

and Kakarot reached down and took ahold of his leash.  With a jerk, he

began hauling Vejita towards the bed.  He wasn't pulling hard or fast, 

but

Vejita was rather encumbered by the handcuffs he was wearing, which had 

a

short chain, and was having a hard time keeping up.  So he was being

dragged more than led.  Finally, they got over to the bed, and Vejita 

was

able to get his hands and feet under him a little more properly, though 

he

still kept his head down submissively.  "Get on the bed."  Slowly, 

Vejita

made his way up onto the bed, a task made difficult not only by the

handcuffs, but by the rolling of water in the mattress.  Still, he 

managed

it, and balanced himself as best he could on his hands and knees on the

waterbed.   "No, no... on your back, bitch."  Vejita rolled over and 

lay

supine, putting his hands above his head.

     "Gods, you look beautiful like that... helpless, bleeding, 

bound...

just looking at you's almost enough to make me cum again.  One more 

thing

would make it prefect:  Spread for me, boy."  Vejita opened his legs.

"Wider, bitch."  Vejita spread his legs further, almost as wide as they

would go.  Kakarot groaned orgasmically.  "That's better... oh, yes, I

*definitely* like you like this, my pet."  Kakarot climbed onto the 

bed,

then grabbed Vegita's hips and pulled him down, entering him roughly.

Vejita cried out.  "Yes... scream for it, boy... *beg* for it."

     "Please... fuck me, master!"

     "'Harder'..."

     "Fuck me harder!  Faster!"  The small Saiyajin was starting to 

feel

the effects of his torture, his earlier weakness was overcoming him.

     "Oh, yes!"  Kakarot was riding Vejita hard now. "Scream for it,

bitch!"

     "Harder, master!  Faster!  MORE!"  Vejita was barely aware of what 

he

was saying or doing at this point, and soon, the whole world went 

black.

     When Vejita came to, he was lying face down on the bed.  He felt

better than he recalled feeling before he'd passed out; no doubt 

Kakarot

had given him another senzu bean.  His hands were still cuffed and 

above

his head, his legs were still spread.  The scent of cigarette smoke was

strong.  He shifted slightly to get more comfortable and turned his 

head a

bit to try and find his captor.  He saw the larger man sitting next to 

him,

still naked and resting against the headboard of the bed, smoking.  He 

had

been looking away from Vejita, staring into space, but as soon as 

Vejita

turned his head, a cold green eye slid to the side and met his gaze.  A

twisted smile played on Kakarot's lips.  "Finally awake, are we pet?  I 

was

beginning to worry."  There was a brief pause.  "Head down, bitch."

     "Yes, master," Vejita replied, obeying.

     Kakarot chuckled.  "Yeah, I *do* like you like this..."  He took a

drag on his cigarette.  "God, you're a great fuck, you know that?"

     "I'm glad I was able to please you, master."

     "Oh, you did..."  He leaned down and whispered, "And, hell, you're

almost as much fun when you're unconscious..."

     //Oh, gods.  Well, it's not like whatever he did to me while I was

unconscious could be any worse than what he did to me while I was

*awake*.//

     Kakarot leaned back again, and relaxed.  "I'll give you a break, 

pet.

But don't think we're done for the night.  Not by a long shot."

     Vejita felt a hand stroking his hair.  "Such a good boy," the 

other

man cooed.  "So obedient..."

     Kakarot continued to play with his "pet's" hair and talk to him 

like

this for a few minutes.  As he did, Vejita felt something change in the

man.  Carefully reaching out with his ki, he sensed what he'd been 

hoping

for, the very reason he'd put himself through this torment:  Kakarot 

was

losing his hold on the body he shared with Son Goku.  He was relaxing, 

and

the gentler persona was slowly coming to the fore.  Again Vejita 

reached

out, sending a message.

     //Goku... I sense you're there.  Come out, Goku, you must.  I know 

you

can do it.//

     For a few short moments, Vejita felt the two personas 

simultaneously.

It was an odd feeling, as these were the same person, and yet they were 

so

different.  Finally, though, the clash of wills was over, and the

personality he'd come to know as Son Goku had won.

     "Not again,"  Goku lamented.  "I... oh, gods!  Vejita!  What 

happened

to you?!"

     Vejita rolled over, and pulled on the chain of his handcuffs.  

Despite

what Kakarot had said, he was, with some difficulty, able break one of 

the

links.  He still wore the handcuffs, but they no longer restricted his

movement.  He sat up and turned to his fellow Saiyajin, who looked at 

him

with great concern.

     "Vejita, what happened here?" Goku asked.  He looked around, then

furrowed his brow.  No doubt the memories of what his other half had 

done

were slowly filtering into his own consciousness.  His face took on a 

look

of horror.  "Oh, gods... Vejita..."

     For his own part, Vejita was concerned that Goku's distress could

cause him to start switching back.  He gripped the larger man's 

shoulders

firmly.  "Goku!  Relax.  You must stay focused."

     Goku just looked at him for a second in shock, then nodded slowly.  

He

closed his eyes then took a deep breath and centered himself.  He 

opened

his eyes and looked at Vejita.  He shook his head in astonishment.

"Vejita, why did you give in?  I never imagined you would do such a

thing..."

     "I had to, Goku... it was the only way to get you back."

     Goku looked confused for a moment, but then understanding seemed 

to

dawn on him.  "But, gods, Vejita... the things I- he- did to you..."

     "It's not important, Goku.  You're back now-"

     "But for how long?"

     "Long enough," Vejita answered calmly.

     "'Long enough' for what?"

     "Long enough to get rid of Kakarot."

     Again, it took a moment for Goku to comprehend Vejita's words.  

But

when he did, he nodded.  "You should go, Vejita.  I-"

     "I'm not leaving you, Goku.  I... I can't."

     There was a pause as the two men looked into each other's eyes.  

While

Vejita looked determined, Goku's expression had turned sad.  "Do you 

think

I'll go to Hell?"

     "I hope so," Vejita replied with a bit of a smile.  "I'd like to 

see

you again."  There was a short pause.  "Goodbye, Goku."

     "Goodbye, Vejita."

     Moving his hands up from Goku's shoulders, Vejita rested them on 

the

sides of his face.  Leaning forward, he kissed his fellow Saiyajin 

gently.

     And then, it was over.

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DISCLAIMERS:

Son Goku/Kakarot, Vejita, Trunks, and other _DragonBallZ_ characters do 

not

belong to me.  They are the property of Toriyama Akira, Toei, 

FUNimation,

Pioneer (I think), Viz, and maybe a few other people/companies I don't 

know

about.  I am making no money off this, and am using it strictly for

entertainment purposes.

Gilbert is (mostly) the property of me, Catherine Johnson (see note 

below).

If you wish to use him, just ask, and I might let you borrow him for a 

bit.

I'm sure he wouldn't mind, he's easy.  ^_^

This story may be archived on free Sites only and distributed with my

permission, as long as this notice remains intact.

NOTES:

The boy named Gilbert is inspired by the wonderful shounen ai/yaoi 

manga

and anime _Kaze to Ki no Uta_.  It's pronounced like the French; 

roughly,

"Jeel-bare".  He was originally meant to be very minor; instead he, in 

a

way, becomes the catalyst for Vejita's decision to finally deal with

Kakarot in any way he has to.  Also, despite referring to him as a boy, 

I

don't mean to necessarily imply that he's under-age.  I leave it to the

reader to decide for themselves what age he might be.

For those wondering about the visit from Trunks in the cemetery...  Was 

it

a dream?  A vision?  Was Vejita going mad?  Again, I leave it up to 

you,

the reader, to decide what it might have been.

I wrote this story as something of an exercise; seeing how far I was

willing to go.  I discovered there were certain limits; I thought of 

things

for this story that I just couldn't write down; they made me too

uncomfortable.  Still, I went further with this story than I thought I

could.