Heart Attack (Frieza X Vegeta)

Chapter One

He was too weak to fight, too weak to stand. His vision flashed white as agony coursed all through his beaten body. Another shot of pain shot up his spine from his tail as it was grabbed and he was dragged away. Knowing his dignity was long gone, Vegeta let out a pitiful wail of pain. "Shut up, monkey!" he heard his new tormentor snap. But when his bruised tail was yanked again, Vegeta couldn't silence another cry. A boot collided with his gut, and the force of the blow caused him to dry heave. "I said quiet!"

Vegeta managed to open his eyes and look up. Dodoria glared down at him. The ugly alien sneered. "Even after all you've been through you have strength to lift your head... No wonder Lord Frieza likes you so much." He grabbed the back of Vegeta's armor and dragged the little Saiyan to the healing tanks. He was shoved in and hooked up to the oxygen before the tank was filled with the soothing green liquid. Vegeta didn't want to heal. He just wanted to die. Third time that week... Three times in that monster's bed, three times being rammed into a healing tank for the next time Frieza needed a fuck toy.

Nappa hurried into the room and felt his heart constrict at the sight of the tiniest Saiyan he'd ever met in the healing tank. He wasn't sure if Vegeta was conscious or not. He likely wasn't- not after what had just happened. Nappa gently placed his big hands against the glass, hands that had held the degraded Prince in his darkest moments, hands that soothed the hurts Frieza had inflicted on the poor teenager, hands that brought warmth and pleasure to the Prince's world when he needed it. He saw Vegeta's eyes open and he smiled sadly. His tail swished. Hey, kiddo. You'll be out of there soon. I asked Frieza to let us go on a mission and he said that as soon as you were healed, we could go. His smile widened when Vegeta's eyes sparkled with interest. We get to take one of the ships instead of the pods. That's lots of room instead of those little cramped spaces... and we can be together for a few weeks.

Vegeta smiled. I'd like that. He closed his eyes again. Come get me in three hours.

Nappa, however, had no intentions of going anywhere. He sat with his back against the tank and set an alarm on his scouter for three hours. Some time later, something bumped the glass. He looked up. Vegeta gazed down at him, one eyebrow raised. Really?

Yep, Nappa mouthed. Vegeta rolled his eyes, but smiled.

~🔥~

Frieza still lay in his bed, brooding unhappily. Lately, these... sessions, had become more and more unsatisfying. He no longer wanted to hear him scream, or cry. He didn't want to break him anymore. He had seen every expression on that beautiful face: anger, fear, pain, joy even... but not pleasure. Never before had he seen that face lost in pleasure, and that was what he most wanted to see. Many times he had made the Prince crumble under his own body's need, but there was always hate and resentment. There was a look in his eyes, at all times, that could only be explained as a wild desire to kill him if ever the chance came. And Frieza knew that he would.

The Icejin sighed and fell back. He couldn't even conjure an image in his head of what bliss would look like on Vegeta's face. He wanted to see it. Why, he had no clue. He wanted to see pleasure and love in those black eyes that so deeply cut him. Not the agony in the aftermath. Not the emptiness before. The Saiyan had learned to shut himself down just like a computer, and Frieza hated the blankness in his eyes. He had to do something. The desire burning in his chest and stomach was enough to drive him mad. He would do anything to see it...

~🔥~

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Vegeta hissed, running around the small ship excitedly like a child. "I love it! And we get it for four months!?"