A song fic inspired by Syldana’s fic “To Uphold a Prince”.  I do not own DBZ or any Linkin Park lyrics.

RATED: NC-17 for violence and rape.

    He knew they were coming for him.  Frieza had summoned him to his private chambers.  And that could only mean one thing.  He had to hide.  Somewhere, anywhere!  Of course the fact that he was desperately searching for somewhere to hide disgusted the Saiyan Prince.  He was nineteen; he was stronger than almost everyone in Frieza’s army. He shouldn’t HAVE to hide.  But he did.  His sanity was on the line.

WHAT DO I DO TO IGNORE THEM BEHIND ME?
DO I FOLLOW MY INSTINCTS BLINDLY?
DO I HIDE MY PRIDE/FROM THESE BAD DREAMS?
AND GIVE IN TO SAD THOUGHTS THAT ARE MADDENING?

    He knew he only had a few minutes to get away, but as he turned the corner, there was Dodoria.  His fat, pink face alight with a maddening grin.
    “Oh Vegeta!” he said loudly.  Vegeta cursed and slammed his fist into Dodoria’s bulging gut and took off.  Dodoria groaned and clutched his stomach as the small Saiyan flitted out of his grasp and tore down the hallway.  “Brat!” he cursed and went after him.

DO I/SIT HERE AND TRY TO STAND IT?
OR DO I/TRY TO CATCH THEM RED-HANDED?
DO I TRUST SOME AND GET FOOLED BY THE PHONINESS,
OR DO I TRUST NOBODY AND LIVE IN LONELINESS?

     Vegeta slid down the hall and crashed into the wall, falling to his knees with a grunt.  This is no time to be uncoordinated! He cursed inwardly and scrambled to his feet.  He scanned the hall he was about to enter when a hand gripped his hair from behind.  He reached behind him to grab the arm holding him and felt deceptively soft, cold flesh covering bony plates.  He froze.
    No.
     Frieza had found him.
    “Vegeta.”  The ice-jinn purred.  “Where were you running off to?  I believe I requested your presence.”  He released the small Saiyan and Vegeta stumbled away.  Sudden panting was heard behind them and Dodoria turned the corner.
    “Oh!” he exclaimed upon seeing Frieza.  His pink face turned rosy in embarrassment.  “Lord Frieza.”
    “Thank you Mr. Dodoria.  I have what I require.” He replied smoothly and reached out to grip Vegeta’s wrist.
Vegeta had begun to tremble once Frieza had caught him.  Now he felt as though he was having a seizure.  He tried to calm himself but the knowledge of what was to come made it nearly impossible.  Dodoria noted his shaking with a stony face.  He sort of felt bad for the young Saiyan but as he reasoned, it was better the high-powered brat than himself.  He bowed and turned heading back the way he came.  Frieza squeezed Vegeta’s wrist painfully
    “Shall we?”

BECAUSE I CAN’T HOLD ON/WHEN I’M STRETCHED SO THIN
I MAKE THE RIGHT MOVES BUT I’M LOST WITHIN
I PUT ON MY DAILY FAÇADE BUT THEN
I JUST END UP GETTING HURT AGAIN
BY MYSELF [MYSELF]
I ASK WHY, BUT IN MY MIND
I FIND I CAN’T RELY ON MYSELF

     They entered Frieza’s room and Vegeta was abruptly thrown to the floor.  Clawed hands gripped his shoulders and began to slice through his body suit and then his flesh.  He wanted to scream as the jagged claws tore his skin, but he bit his quivering lip to hold the cries in.  He didn’t want to give Frieza the pleasure of his pain.
    Frieza grinned as a soft whimper escaped the young Saiyan.  Tonight he wanted to hear him scream after he had attempted to escape this.  He only had so long to enjoy Vegeta.  He was almost twenty, after that he was deemed undesirable.  He liked his conquests to be under a certain age.  He got off on their tears and pleading, but the older they got, they seemed almost to grow accustomed to the abuse, which Frieza could never understand.  Instead of tears he saw a blank face.  Vegeta was doing his best to bottle it all up inside.
    Frieza growled in anger.  He would have the desired reaction, damn it.  He reached out and caught Vegeta’s soft tail.  Vegeta visibly flinched as soon as the tyrant touched his tail causing a grin to erupt across Frieza’s visage.
    “Not tonight, my dear.  You won’t be able to walk after I’m done with you.”  Vegeta visibly shuddered under Frieza’s caressing grip.  Suddenly the caress became a painful yank and Vegeta was unable to stop the pained cry that erupted from his lips.  “Much better.” Frieza crooned and began to twist the tail in his fingers until he heard bones snapping.  Vegeta writhed, wordlessly crying out in agony.  He could not take this anymore!  As soon as Frieza released his tail he rolled out of his grasp and was on his feet in seconds mindless of the blood that ran down his back from the claw marks on his shoulders.  Frieza stepped forward, grinning.  He liked it when his prey tried to fight back.
    “I hate you!” Vegeta shrieked and Frieza suddenly felt a fist roughly connect with his jaw.

I CAN’T HOLD ON
[TO WHAT I WANT WHEN I’M STRETCHED SO THIN]
IT’S ALL TOO MUCH TO TAKE IN
I CAN’T HOLD ON
[TO ANYTHING WATCHING EVERYTHING SPIN]
WITH THOUGHTS OF FAILURE SINKING IN

      He reached up to caress his jaw a smirk lit up the doll-like face.  Vegeta stared at the smiling face in horror; a shiver of fear ran up his spine.
    “How can you do this?” the Saiyan moaned, more to himself then the Ice-jinn before him.
    “Are you questioning me?”  Frieza said softly.  Vegeta turned away and gripped his arms, his clenching fingers digging into his flesh.  “What right do you have to question ME?” he rasped.  In an instant he surged forward and grabbed Vegeta, pulling him out his door into the hall.  “You belong to ME! You are MY PROPERTY! And I will do with you whatever I wish!”
    Vegeta followed silently, his eyes lowered in shame.  A fierce rage burned through his blood but he could do nothing to relieve it.  If he attacked Frieza again like he so badly wanted to, being killed would be the least of his worries.  Instead he allowed Frieza to pull him down the hall like a child in front of several other fighters.  His wrist, which was firmly clenched in Frieza’s icy hand, felt like it was about to snap.  He thanked every god he’d ever heard of that Nappa and Radditz were on Voleet.  He would have died of shame if his only remaining subjects were there to witness his degradation.  Although they would probably hear about it when they got back anyway.
    Suddenly Frieza stopped.  Vegeta dared not raise his head.  He could feel tears building up in his eyes and even as he cursed himself for being weak, he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it.  And if any tears were to escape and drip off his quivering chin?  He’d never, ever live it down.
    “You think you have RIGHTS?” Frieza roared.  Those who had not stopped to gawk at the spectacle as soon as Frieza and Vegeta had appeared had now stopped whatever they were doing to see what their Lord and Master was yelling about.  Few had ever heard the tyrant even raise his voice.  “You have NOTHING!  You are nothing.”  Silence echoed through the hall broken by coughing and throat clearing.

IF I/ TURN MY BACK I’M DEFENSLESS
AND TO GO BLINDLY SEEMS SENSELESS
IF I HIDE MY PRIDE AND LET IT ALL GO ON/THEN THEY’LL
TAKE FROM ME TILL EVERYTHING IS GONE
IF I LET THEM GO I’LL BE OUTDONE
BUT IF I TRY TO CATCH THEM I’LL BE OUTRUN
IF I’M KILLED BY THE QUESTIONS LIKE A CANCER
THEN I’LL BE BURIED IN THE SILENCE OF THE ANSWER
[BY MYSELF]

    Vegeta felt a growl rise in the back of his throat and hastily tried to suppress it, but Frieza heard the quiet snarl.  He turned abruptly, his ruby eyes shining with hate.
    “You are mine Saiyan.” He growled.  He turned away from him to regard the crowd.  “Does anyone dispute that this Saiyan, Vegeta belongs to me?!”  Silence again reigned until broken by a rabid scream.
    “I do!”  Vegeta bellowed. A brilliant white aura instantly enveloped him pushing several weaker fighters to their knees.  “I do not belong to you no matter what you say or do to me!  I BELONG TO NO ONE!!” His aura whipped wildly around him, yet Frieza merely stood there smiling as his other fighters cowered or snuck off.
    “How dare you.”  He hissed and without any warning, his fist slammed into Vegeta stomach.  That air instantly rushed from the Saiyan’s lungs as he fell to his knees.  Just as quickly he was again on his feet and being pulled down the hall back to Frieza’s rooms.

HOW DO YOU THINK/ I’VE LOST SO MUCH
I’M SO AFRAID/ I’M OUT OF TOUCH
HOW DO YOU EXPECT/ I WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO
WHEN ALL I KNOW/ IS WHAT YOU TELL ME TO

     Once inside his rooms, Frieza shoved Vegeta, sending the weakened Saiyan to his knees again.  He felt Frieza’s body press against him and he shuddered in fear and loathing.  Then the razor sharp talons raked up his thighs, shredding cloth and flesh.  The groping hands stopped at his waistband and began to tug insistently.   Next his shirt was gone and the Saiyan no Ouji lay on the floor trembling and naked.
    “That’s better.”  Frieza purred.  Vegeta flinched away from Frieza bringing a delighted smile to his ruby lips.  He reached out and seized the furry tail again and gave it a hard yank.  Vegeta shrieked in agony, unable to suppress the cry.  Frieza cackled in delight as he pulled the struggling Saiyan closer.  He clutched Vegeta’s hips firmly and with one frenzied thrust he was deep inside the Saiyan no Ouji.
    Vegeta screamed again the cry abruptly dissolving into a sob.  His hands flew up to cover his face as Frieza ravaged him.  Claws dug into his bare back and began to drag down toward his waist.  He felt blood running down his sides but he was helpless to do anything about it.  The pain was intense but it wasn’t half as bad as the shame that flooded Vegeta’s being.  And hate; he hated Frieza for doing such a thing to him, and he hated his father for handing him over to the tyrant like some kind of fucking bargaining chip!  It wasn’t fair!  It was true that he’d committed many horrible crimes, but if he’d had a choice in the matter he wouldn’t have!  There was no honor in slaughtering innocent people.
    When he was still a child, all Vegeta had wanted was to grow up to be a good King.  Of course he wanted to be strong, but the desire to become a Super Saiyan was never in his mind at all.
    That is… Until the fateful day when he realized what Frieza was to his people.  He was not just some ambassador from a far away galaxy.  He was a puppeteer.  And the Saiyans were his mindless army, fighting for glory they would never have.
    The shock of that insight had actually made the young prince physically ill.  For three days he locked himself in his room and when at last his father kicked down the door Vegeta flew into a rage accusing his father of prostituting their race.  And look at him now.  Frieza’s little fuck toy.
     A low moan rolled off his tongue and he dimly heard Frieza laugh.  Both clawed hands latched onto his waist and the talons began to dig in.  He tried to ignore it and remember his father’s reaction to his bold statement.  How could he forget?  But Frieza’s hips pounding against his ass, the damn claws tearing his flesh, it was too horrible to block out.  Tears rolled down his smooth cheeks, he had long since given up trying to hold them back.
    “Are you still with me?”  Frieza rasped.  He reached out and yanked Vegeta’s hair and was rewarded with a whimpering cry.  “I told you.” He gloated, laughter in his voice. “You are mine, monkey boy.  Your father gave you away long ago.  Or have you forgotten?”
    Of course he hadn’t.  He would never forget.  He was drawn back to the scene he had just left and could clearly recall his father livid with rage.  He remembered the slap he’d received for his impertinence, which had made his teeth rattle.  Kami, he never seen his father so pissed off.  He had really been afraid of him at that moment in time.  But his father was dead and his planet was gone and the pale beige carpet was soaking up his blood.
    He heard a strange squeal and suddenly Frieza stopped all motion and withdrew.  Vegeta sighed in relief and then the pain hit him.  Had he been so out of it that he hadn’t realized the extent of his injuries?  He had merely attempted to block out the experience, like everything else.  For once it had actually worked.  He didn’t know how much time had passed, but knowing Frieza, the sadistic rapist had been fucking him for over an hour.  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm the nausea building up.  He hoped he would be able to hold it in until he got to his room.  Frieza would get really pissed if he puked right in front of him.
    “Alright.  You have served your purpose.  Now leave.”  Frieza hissed.  Vegeta staggered to his feet and quickly pulled on what remained of his shredded clothing.
    He peeked out the door.  Thank god, no one was in sight.  He staggered to his room in record time considering the state he was in, but once inside his room he collapsed in a bloody heap and moaned aloud.  The cry dissolved into a mangled whimper as he felt the contents of his stomach rise to the occasion.  He managed to drag himself to the bathroom before retching all over himself, but after that his strength simply vanished and he rested his head against the cold rim of the toilet seat, feeling exhaustion claim him.
    Damn you Frieza, I WILL kill you for this…

DON’T YOU KNOW?
I CAN’T TELL HOW TO MAKE IT GO
NO MATTER WHAT I DO, HOW HARD I TRY
I CAN’T SEEM TO CONVINCE MYSELF WHY
I’M STUCK ON THE OUTSIDE.

 THE END