TITLE: The Prince &
The Pauper
AUTHORS: Serenitatis,
Gokou-chan (she only helped with the beginning ^^), and of course, MARK
TWAIN for the wonderful idea!
CONTACT INFO: My e-mail: [email protected],
Gokou-chan’s e-mail: [email protected]
DISCLAIMER: Nobody belongs to me, unfortunately. They belong to Akira Toriyama,
and a few other people I don't know.
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: Nothing.
PAIRINGS: Vegita/Goku, Frieza/Turles, and any other sick pairing I can think
of! ^_^
SUMMARY: I got sick and thus my mind got sicker. ^.^ Plus I was very bored.
Imagine THAT combination if you will. Anyway here is the twisted byproduct.
DISTRIBUTION: http://fanfiction.net
anyone else, ask and you shall receive.
FEEDBACK: What you smokin? Hell yeah!! *glares* You’d better! *ahem*
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~A
nameless shrunken little old man (Crypty): Why hello there my pretties! (insert
cackle) Today we will read the story of the curiously BI Prince and the certifiably
GAY Pauper. It is a classic, hallowed for many centuries by the Huns, Mongols,
and the Kami kazi pilots, required reading before missions. Every few decades a
um get rid of the um I mean it seriously get rid of it ok now I’m mad. Ah just
forget it. And now this fine tradition is being passed down to YOU! *points at
screen bug eyed* Now listen up or face
the consequences, a lifetime of William Shatner’s singing! *cackles evilly as
lightning flashes behind him*
He
opens the book and starts reading from it.~
~Fic Teaser/Prologue
~Nightmares
It was a fine autumn night in the middle
of the 16th century, the full moon shining down as two babies were
brought into this world. Both were boys, and both were born in Tokyo, Japan.
Aside from those facts, life couldn’t have been more different for the two.
Turles was born into a poor family. Their possessions consisted of a two room
hut across from a dojo that was run by a monk, and a pile of old clothes that
they had salvaged from the streets. To them, a baby was just another unwelcome
mouth to feed. Son Goku, on the other hand, was born in a palace to a family
who was overjoyed at his birth, as was all of Japan. Goku was a prince, cared
for by the great lords and ladies. Little Prince Goku slept through all the
parties and bonfires held in his honor that night exhausted from the days
activities. (Why you ask? Cuz he was a newborn infink! Of course he needs to
sleep! Now shaddup and start reading!)
~Thirteen
years later~
Offal Court was crowded and dirty as a lithe
thirteen year old boy ran along the muddied sidewalk. He dodged several
pedestrians as he ran almost as if his life depended on it. In a way, it did,
as he knew when he reached his destination his father would punish him for not
procuring more than the one zenair that he had.
He turned into the alley where he lived. The
small house, long since abandoned but for his family, had deteriorated years
before. The walls were thin and sagging, the place barely fit to live. Rats
played with the garbage left lying on the cracked floor as he entered where the
door had once been. Instead of announcing his presence as an ordinary boy
would, he crept silently through the darkened building.
“Where do you think you’re going, boy?” A
menacing voice broke out of the darkness. Turles froze in mid step.
“F-father…” His eyes widened. The one person
that he was trying to avoid was standing in front on him.
“Answer me!” Frieza took a step forward,
cornering him.
“I… I was looking for you, father.” He
stammered.
“Where’s the shit from today’s work?”
“He didn’t pay fully. I only got one
Zenair.” He looked down as he handed the coin to his step-father.
“This is it?!” He slapped the boy roughly.
Turles remained silent, gazing at the floor. The elder slapped him again, then
pressed himself against the boy and looked at him lustfully. “I suppose I could
forgive you this once…” He ran a finger down the boy’s face, and across his
mouth. Turles kept his gaze downward and tried not to shudder in disgust or
pull away. He knew what would happen if he did so. This had happened to him so
many times he had lost count. He knew better then to resist. He just wanted it
over with as soon as possible. The Changeling grinned and pressed his groin
against the boy roughly. Turles squeezed his eyes shut.
“So pretty...” He leaned down and licked the
boy’s neck. He placed a hand on his shoulder and slid the clothing off,
exposing it to the air. Turles shivered slightly from the sudden change in
temperature. The Ice-jin licked and nipped the boy’s neck. Turles repressed
another shudder. He wished he was somewhere else other than there. Anywhere
else. Frieza tore the boy’s shirt off and threw it down. His pants soon
followed. Turles was violently shoved to the ground. He made no attempt to get
up. He had long since given up hope of being rescued years ago. He knew better
than to hope. The Changeling quickly removed his own clothes and discarded them
without thought. He grasped the boy’s head and shoved his mouth onto his
hardening member.
“Suck.”
Turles complied without protest. Frieza’s
head tilted back and shut his eyes. He shoved his member deep into the boy’s
mouth and throat. Turles willed himself not to gag. ‘I won’t give him the
satisfaction…’
Frieza moaned as he came violently in
Turles’ mouth.
“Swallow.”
Turles obeyed, thoroughly disgusted with
himself for being the victim. Frieza removed his still hard arousal from his
mouth. He grinned lustfully as he knelt down and threw the boy onto his hands
and knees. Turles winced. He knew what would happen next. He gasped as he felt
something cold and hard shoved into his entrance. He shut his eyes, forcing
himself not to make a sound even though it hurt like hell. He wouldn’t give the
bastard the satisfaction of hearing him make a sound. Frieza licked his lips as
he plundered the boy repeatedly.
“I want to hear you scream, boy…” Frieza
whispered into Turles’ ear. The boy’s eyes widened, but he remained silent.
Frieza frowned and drove into him harder still. He scratched the boy’s chest,
drawing blood. Turles winced in pain. He wanted to scream so badly… No, no he
wouldn’t. He had already screamed enough in the past. And given the monster
more pleasure in doing so. He wouldn’t scream.
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Fin…
for now ^_^;; If it sucked [no pun
intended o.o] lemme know without using the “b-word”, okies?
~Serenitatis~