TITLE: Slave Scream
AUTHOR: Kichi
PAIRING (if applicable):  B/V, V/C
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: Non-consensual sex, swearing, angst, the whole
shebangabang.
NOTES: Very AU.  Set a few months after Bulma and Vegeta hook up (and in
Vegeta's past), so before Cell (who I am ignoring as if he doesn't exist) I don't
really know how strong Cooler is, I pretend the two movies Cooler's Revenge
and Return of Cooler do not exist.
ARCHIVE: www.geocities.com/kichisama666/fanfiction.html
SUMMARY: Cooler wants Vegeta to be his sex slave and goes to Earth to find
him.
 

Chapter 5 - He spends his life learning conformity
 

     "My brother, you had better yield soon.  Vegeta will be mine.  And I don't want to have to explain your death to father." Cooler said with a smirk.
     "You aren't going to have him…  I'd rather kill him first." Frieza gasped between breaths.  He was losing the fight, there was no doubt in either combatants' minds.  Frieza was winded and had several injuries.  His right eye was swollen shut, his left arm was hanging uselessly by his side and from the elbow to shoulder his flesh was burnt.
     Cooler however, was having no such difficulties.  He had yet to even break a sweat.  Frieza was painfully aware of his position.  To lose would be to lose respect from his men.  And to lose Vegeta was unacceptable.  The boy was his tool to use as he would.  Cooler was not going to take him away.
     He gave a brief shout and began to transform.  Cooler smiled and waited patiently.  Frieza continued until he had reached his final form.  His burns vanished, his right eye opened and his arm twitched and his fingers clenched.
     "Feeling better I see.  You know you cannot win.  I have yet to transform." Cooler gloated.  Frieza ignored the comment and rushed forward, aiming a kick at his brother's head.  Cooler dodged the oncoming blow and leapt from one piece of debris to another.  Their fight had already destroyed one planet and three of its moon's.  The other two were spinning out of orbit.  
     Suddenly the engines on Frieza's ship roared to life and it began to glide away.
     Cooler and Frieza both stopped and blinked in amazement.
     "Those bastards!" Frieza cried and took off after his ship.
     "Damnit!" Cooler hissed, and followed.  He rapidly transformed to his final form and was on Frieza in seconds.  He dealt his younger brother several blows to the head in quick succession.  The last one sent Frieza hurtling away from the ship.  "That should give me just enough time."
 
     Vegeta awoke with a gasp.  Something had awakened him- again.  He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the clock.  He had about another hour left to sleep.
     He flopped back on his mattress with a sigh.  Every time he closed his eyes and fell asleep is seemed that someone had to come in, wake him, and mess with him.  Sleeping in the pods was becoming preferable.  At least in those stupid things there was only room for one person.
     Suddenly his door slid open.
     "Not again." He groaned and lifted his head to see who it was.
     "Get up, Saiyan!  You are coming with me now!"  His entire body froze in fear.
     "No!" he gasped before he could stop himself.  He tried to scramble away but before he could move and inch Cooler pounced on him and stabbed him with a needle.  "No.." Vegeta groaned and went limp in Cooler's grip, his eyes sliding shut as unconsciousness took him.
     "Wonderful stuff, really." He murmured, tossing the spent needle to the floor. He picked the boy up with ease and draped him across his shoulder and left the room.
 
     Frieza opened his eyes with a groan and wearily looked around.  Large hunks of debris were slowly drifting around him and the ships were nowhere to be seen.  Amazingly his scouter had not been completely destroyed and he hit a button and it immediately blinked to life.  His ship was still close, but Cooler's was not.  It didn't even register on his scouter.  
     Alarm flashed briefly through him and he sped towards his ship.  He caught up easily, recognizing that his navigation crew had fled the scene for the safety of the ship.  He entered his private airlock and waited impatiently for the chamber to de-pressurize, then headed to the Saiyan no Ouji's quarters.
 
     They were empty.  He snarled and turned to leave, his tail lashing behind him.
 
     "Where is he?" he roared as he entered his throne room.Zarbon flinched at the barely contained rage in his master's voice.
     "My Lord..?" Zarbon said, unsure of who Frieza was looking for.  Cooler had returned to his ship and taken off about a half hour earlier.
     "Vegeta!  Where is he?"  Zarbon was about to offer to search for the boy, if only to get away from his irate Master when the giant vid. screen behind him flared to life.  
     Emblazoned across the giant screen was Cooler's gray face, leering in accomplishment.
     "Hello dear brother.  I just called to say I told you so!" he said with a mocking laugh.  He stepped back from the screen and Frieza snarled in fury when he saw the Saiyan Prince dozing on a pile of cushions behind Cooler.  "I always get what I want, little brother.  Maybe next time you'll use some of those brain cells floating around in that head of yours and just give me what I want."  He let loose a peal of laughter and abruptly severed communications.For several minutes Frieza merely stood there, his face tight with anger.
     "Follow that piece of shit." He hissed.
 
      Cooler sat down next to his lovely Saiyan.  He marveled as he stared down at the sleeping figure.  He'd never seen the boy look quite so beautiful.  His expression was calm and almost peaceful.  There was no hint of the customary anger and bitterness that usually altered his expression. He was absolutely stunning.  Cooler sighed, his fingers combing through the thick, dark auburn locks.  
     He didn't understand the young prince's apprehension.  How could he not have enjoyed the pleasure Cooler had given him?  Frieza had mentioned that he'd yet to instruct the Saiyan prince in the pleasures of the flesh, so that explained a little, but even after the first time, he'd still resisted.  Cooler smiled, thinking of all the ways he could lavish attention on the Prince and perhaps change his disposition.  Obviously Frieza had regarded him as a soldier and treated him as such, his room had contained a bathroom and a bed and virtually nothing else.  Cooler chucked at his brother's foolishness.  It was no way to treat a prince, surely.
     He bushed away the jagged black spikes of hair that  fell across Vegeta's forehead and smiled as the small brow knotted.  He was waking at last.  
 
     Vegeta groaned as everything came sharply into focus.  Something was wrong.  His insides were churning in agony.  He sat up with a gasp, his face draining of all color.  He felt strong arms lift him and with a sickening jolt of speed he was facing a toilet.  His stomach lurched and everything inside came rushing out until he was dizzy and gasping for breath.  
     A cold cloth was pressed to his face for a moment and then withdrawn.  His eyes slowly opened again.  He was still in someone's grip and the sound of water being sucked away roused him further.  His eyes roved about his surroundings as he panted in exhaustion.
     He glanced down at the arm around him and froze.  He saw gray skin with the hardened flesh of the arm bracers, he gasped and began to struggle.
 
     The Saiyan went still in his arms for a moment before thrashing wildly in his grip.  Cooler carried him out of the bathroom and tossed him on the pile of cushions, his tail sliding around Vegeta's ankle and gripping tightly.  Vegeta began to kick his legs desperately, his eyes wide in alarm.  Cooler smiled down at him.  He hadn't anticipated his reaction to the drug, perhaps he was not fully cognizant yet.  He lay down next to him and gripped the soft tail.  
     Immediately the prince froze in place.  His head slowly turned to see Cooler over his shoulder.
     "I told you that I would have you."  He purred.  Vegeta shuddered and  hurriedly looked away.  Cooler grinned at the Saiyan's stubbornness.  He would have the willful prince screaming his name in pleasure soon.
     He lifted Vegeta and wrapped his legs around him, he then reached down to briefly grope Vegeta's crotch before tearing the only clothing he still wore to shreds.  He tossed the ripped lower half of Vegeta's body suit to the floor.  "You won't be needing that anymore." He assured Vegeta in a soft voice before licking the Saiyan's earlobe.  
 
     Vegeta shuddered in disgust.  How could this have happened?  Had Cooler really defeated Frieza?  If so, he was even worse off that he had been before.  Cooler had been known to be Frieza's superior, although no one dared mention it in Frieza's presence.  How would he escape from this?  How could he become Super Saiyan if he was too busy getting molested every five minutes by one of the strongest beings in the universe?  His eyes clenched shut as his eyes suddenly swam with tears.  He couldn't even summon any anger over his weakness, and instead let them fall without concern.  
 
     Cooler felt his cock trying to free itself from its protective fold of flesh.  He turned Vegeta around and was surprised to see tears leaking from the young Saiyan's closed eyes.
     "What is this?" he said, brushing the moisture away.  Vegeta's eyes snapped open and they suddenly blazed with hatred.
     "Don't fucking touch me!" he cried and began to thrash again.  His foot connected with Cooler's over-sensitive shaft and the Ice-jinn howled in agony, curling into a ball of misery on the soft cushions.
 
     Vegeta leapt to his feet with a cry of triumph and dashed to the door.  His legs suddenly wobbled and he crashed to the floor.  He scrambled to his feet again, not daring to look behind him and shot a small ki sphere through the door.  He leapt through the hole he'd created and dodged out of the way of several crewmen in the hall.  
     A powerful blow to the midsection sent him to his knees and he grayed out for a moment as he tried to suck air into his heaving lungs.  He felt himself being carried and as soon as he'd gained a few lungfuls of air he began to struggle again.  The hold on him did not lessen and he was tossed into another room, the door locking behind him.
 
     He powered up and sent a blast at the door only to have it bounce back at him.  He punched it at the floor and it ricochet of the smooth surface and hit the ceiling where it was somehow absorbed.
     "Shit!" he hissed.  He ran to the door and kicked it as hard as he could.  The surface didn't change and he grimaced falling on his ass.  He hissed in pain and slowly wiggled his toes.  He'd almost broken them on the damn thing.  Another door slid open and before Vegeta could blink Cooler had him trapped in his embrace.
     "You wicked Saiyan." Cooler purred.  "You actually hurt me." Vegeta shivered, assuming he was about to get the beating of his lifetime.  He was stunned when he felt a clammy tongue encircle his nipple.  Cooler roughly shoved him, and grinned when Vegeta hit the floor with a gasp.  Cooler knelt, with knees on either side of Vegeta's and took the Saiyan's flaccid cock in hishand and began to stroke, his grip tightening and relaxing as it slid up and down his shaft.
     Vegeta aimed a punch at Cooler's head, but the Ice-jinn deflected it with hardly a glance.   "Mmm.. I've been dreaming about tasting you again." Cooler purred before licking the tip of Vegeta's hardening length.  Vegeta bit his lip, holding back a groan.  How in hell was this monster making his dick hard again?  Why wasn't his body roiling with the revulsion the bastard made him feel?  It was as if his body and mind had become two separate entities.  
     "N-no." Vegeta choked, but his cock was growing as lust spasmed through him.
     "Why do you fight me, lovely one?  Your body enjoys my touch.  Give in to me and let me pleasure you."
     "Fuck you!" Vegeta cried as Cooler licked the head of his erection again and then drew the tip into his mouth and sucked as his tongue caressed the engorged flesh.   He pulled away with a grin, his stroke becoming a leisurely pace.   He grabbed a vial next to the young prince's tattered pants and popped the lid off with his thumb.  He dripped a bit onto the head of Vegeta's cock, watching as it slid down to his hand that still was wrapped around the throbbing erection.  His hand slowly slid up the hard length, slowly gripping and relaxing, he then reversed his caress and waited for Vegeta's reaction.  
     After a few more teasingly slow strokes a moan tore from Vegeta's throat and his hips bucked.  Cooler could feel the liquid making the flesh of his palm warm and tingly, he had yet to try the stuff on himself, but apparently it had to feel glorious.  The Saiyan's skin was flushed and his hips began to rise and fall quickly.
     "Oh no." Cooler said softly, and used one hand to keep the prince's hips from jerking.  His other continued the torturous pace.  Each downward stroke drew a moan from the beautiful Saiyan beneath him.  The sight of the lovely Prince in the throes of passion caused Cooler's cock to begin to stiffen again.  Its head poked out of its hiding place  and began to swell and throb impatiently.Cooler moaned softly and had to restrain himself from quickening the pace he's set for the young one.  Vegeta was sweating, his fingers clenched at his unruly locks, and his eyes were screwed shut.  His slender torso was heaving with each pant and moan.  
     He kept slowly pumping and moved so that his cock was poised above the young prince's chest.  He released Vegeta's straining hips and dripped some fluid from the vial onto his own cock and stoked slowly until it was covered in the clear liquid.  The tingling began immediately coupled with a sensual warmth that forced a moan from the Ice-jinn's lips.  He guided his cock and rubbed the tip against Vegeta's nipple in a slow circular motion.  
      "Mmm.." he groaned and unconsciously tightened his grip and increased his pace on the royal cock in his hand.  A ragged moan tore from Vegeta's throat and his hips pumped desperately.   Then he suddenly stiffened and Cooler pumped the throbbing length faster.  Vegeta's back arched and a cry broke the silence and his seed fell in hot puddles on his thigh.  Cooler bent down to lap it up with a smile.  
     Before the prince could recover Cooler flipped him over and rammed his erection into Vegeta's tight entrance.  
     Vegeta gasped in pain, his entire frame locking as he was impaled by the thick cock.  The satiny liquid that had made him slick and warm in the ice-jinn's  grip just moments before did nothing to ease the intrusion.  The pain only increased as Cooler set a savage pace.  Vegeta grit his teeth against the onslaught, after a few more forceful thrusts the pain increased sharply and he cried out in pain.  
 
     Cooler grinned in pleasure as his pet whimpered.  A few more frenzied thrusts and he came inside the boy with a choked cry.  He withdrew from the heavenly heat and glanced down at the Saiyan no Ouji.
     The boy was shivering so hard that his whole body was shaking.  Cooler lifted him with ease, and clutched him tighter when Vegeta began to squirm.
     "No, boy, you're coming with me.  We still have much to do before you sleep tonight."  Vegeta's struggles were weakening as he spoke and suddenly a wracking sob tore from the young Saiyan.  His hands rose to cover his face, and he didn't make another sound as Cooler carried him out of the room and down the hall.  But Cooler could still feel him shaking and hear his clogged breaths.  He smiled as he reached the medical wing of his ship.  Now that he finally had his pet, it was time to fit him with the proper leash.
 
     Vegeta awoke inside a regeneration tank.  He closed his eyes again with a sigh and allowed himself to drift in the aqua fluid.  Then memory returned and his whole body spasmed in shock.  Cooler.. he was on Cooler's ship.  His eyes widened in horror as he finally recalled what had happened before he ended up in the tank.  
     The monster had raped him again, and after that…
     He remembered feeling a tiny prick of pain and then his whole body had grown comfortably numb and then… then he woke up.
     He began to panic.
     What has he done to me now? Vegeta wondered and immediately sent out a wave of chi, obliterating the tank around him.  The medical technicians glared at him in anger.
     "That tank is coming out of our pay, you stupid Saiyan!" A giant of a man snarled at him.  "Get the hell out of here!"
     Vegeta blinked in surprise and then his eyes narrowed in anger. He released several more ki spheres and obliterated two more tanks before turning to leave.
     "Hey!" the technicians screamed amid the rubble.
 
     He headed out into the hall, still completely naked and suddenly the ship rocked.  He lost his footing and slammed into the far wall with a grimace.  Suddenly the halls were flooded with the red lights that signaled an attack.  For the first time in his life he prayed it was Frieza.
 
     "That bastard! Fire at will!" Cooler screamed from the deck.  Suddenly the screen before him warped and his brother's ship disappeared.
     "They have a cloaking device sir!" his security officer cried.  Cooler was almost flung from his chair as three more blasts began to cripple his shields.
     "Fuck!" Cooler roared.  If only he had more patience, he would have found that little bit of information out from Frieza.  Perhaps even gained the technology
or his own use.
     Now it was too late.
     He bit his lip in rage as blasts began to rain upon them, effectively disabling shields and their weapons system.  In moments the hull would bebreached.  
     He was not about to lose his entire crew for one measly Saiyan when he could easily get more.  He had had his fun after all and he could always find Vegeta again later at any time…
 
     Vegeta ran through the twisting corridors searching for the pod bay.  Unfortunately the entire crew was of a single breed and their odd language was in use throughout the entire ship with no translations or even a fucking icon.  Vegeta snarled in frustration as the ship rocked again.
     He passed an opening door and glanced inside.
     He saw Cooler inside.  The gray lizard caught sight of him and opened his mouth.
     Vegeta froze in terror for a moment.
     Cooler's hand were around his throat.
     "Damn you, you little shit!" Cooler shrieked in his face.  He grabbed Vegeta's wrist and dragged the young prince after him down the hall.  Vegeta's aura flared and Cooler kicked his feet out from under him.  "Your not going anywhere but back to that little fuck head!"  Vegeta stopped struggling as Cooler's words finally sank in.  He was… sending him back?
     Apparently he was, Vegeta realized as they entered the pod bay and Cooler placed him on his feet and pulled him over to one of the pods, almost ripping the hatch off in his haste.  "And before you go-" Cooler snarled and slammed his fist into Vegeta's side, savoring the sharp cry of agony that tore from the Saiyan's lungs.  He pushed him into the pod and shut the hatch.
 
     Frieza grinned ferociously as his weapon systems were tearing Cooler's ship to pieces.
     "Sir, we have a call from Cooler's vessel."
     "Put it on screen." He snapped.
     "You little shit head! I'm going to kick your worthless little ass for this!  And next time I see father, I'm going to tell him all about it!"
     "Go ahead you big baby."
     "Fuck you! You deserve this and you know it! Janna was a good boy! He did everything I asked with PLEASURE and you killed him out of jealousy and spite!"
     "I did NOT! Janna killed three of my most skilled assassins.  He fucking deserved it and you know it!  I should have killed two more of your servants if you want to get technical-"
     "You can lick the sweat off my ass crack, you- you birth-defected butt-pirate!"
     "You can choke on my cock, you cradle-robbing ass-spelunker!"  Cooler snickered, unsuccessfully trying to smother his laughter.  Frieza waved his hands in surrender, grinning ear to ear.  "Have you sent him back yet?"  Cooler sobered and smiled wryly.
     "Yes and intact. Although, I am still waiting for Janna's replacement."
     "I'm working on it as we speak."
     "You'd better be!"
     "Yeah, yeah."
 
     Vegeta returned to his former "residence" and sped down the hall to his rooms to again scrub himself clean of any trace of Cooler's scent and after dressing went to eat and maybe beat the shit out of one of Frieza's lackey's.
 

TBC…
 
Hooray! Now I can get back to the present!
Ha! I always saw Cooler and Frieza as having a really dumb rivalry, and I
say dumb as in the awful things they do using each other's men, and it's like their
fighting over matchbox cars or sumshit.  
Hope everyone liked this past part, and reviews would be greatly
appreciated!
 
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