*** Warning: More torture ahead. ***
Too weak to work out properly, Goku tried to calm his mind in mediation. He was sitting cross-legged in the corner of his cell when the door hissed open again. Looking up, he tried to keep his face expressionless when he saw the tall saurian figure in the doorway. The ki collar dampened his ability to sense ki as well, and he did not realize the ice-jin had been approaching his cell.
The ice-jin strode forward confidently, and Goku had to resist the urge to back away. Stiffening his spine, he tried to present an indifferent façade. The ice-jin ran lustful eyes over the pale Saiyan, and Goku fought hard to keep back a flush.
“Beautiful…pet.” Coolant had not expected the Saiyan to be so handsome or muscular. Now that the blood and grime had been washed away and his injuries healed, the ice-jin positively salivated at the thought to taking this perfect specimen.
“My name is Goku.” A low growl.
A stinging slap spins Goku to the floor. “You have no name now. You are my pet.” The ice-jin leaned forward, leering. “And a very beautiful pet at that.” His cool, pale hands reached down to caress the cringing Saiyan; one hand reached up to hold the Saiyan warrior in place and the other reached down to the waistband of the trousers. Horrified, Goku tried to push the ice-jin away, but the ki collar left him as weak as a normal ningen.
“Come now pet, I only want to show you pleasure.” Coolant easily pinned both of the Saiyan’s wrists over his head with one hand, forcing him prone on the cold floor even as he ripped the red pants away with the other hand. Goku squeezed his eyes shut in shame as the ice-jin’s cool fingers gripped his flaccid length again, mentally willing himself not to get aroused. However, that tactic was not working as he felt his member hardening. Desperately, he tried to think of the most unappealing images he could conjure up. The time he caught Master Roshi in frilly pink women’s lingerie. Chaotzu playing dress-up. With Tien.
Coolant frowned momentarily as he realized that direct stimulation was not working. No matter, there were other ways. He dragged Goku to one of the shackles on the wall and fastened the bracelets around the Saiyan’s wrists. One hand moved down to grip Goku’s penis again while the other moved to caress his ass.
Goku’s eyes widened in panic as he felt a finger forcing its way in, then another. Squirming madly, he tried to move away but was held in place by the shackles. The fingers probed and pressed hard against the bundle of nerves deep inside, and Goku could barely restrain his gasp. As his prostate was stroked again and again, Goku was helpless to prevent the waves of white-hot pleasure that shot through his trembling body.
“You like it, don’t you pet?”
NO! NO!! I DON’T!!
Goku’s torso jerked and arched at the conflicting feelings until he finally came with a hoarse cry, hot tears running down his face. The ice-jin mocking laughter echoed in Goku’s ears long after Coolant had left the cell. Goku remained hung uncomfortably by his wrists, nude and sticky, his head bowed.
Coolant visited Goku frequently after that. Sometimes he would beat the weakened Saiyan to a senseless bloody heap, starving him with barely edible food. The physical beatings were easier to bear; he had a lifetime of grueling training after all. What was worse was the sexual abuse.
The first time Coolant forced his tongue into Goku’s mouth, the Saiyan almost wanted to throw up. The ice-jin’s tongue was longer and thinner and reached almost to the back of his throat. Worse was the taste of the ice-jin – sharp and acrid. The saurian’s dry, musty, slighty bitter smell gagged Goku’s sensitive nose. The ice-jin then proceeded to flip Goku face-down onto the floor and grabbed the sensitive brown tail hard. Goku almost fainted at the pain, but the ice-jin seemed to know just how much force to apply such that Goku was never able to blissfully escape from the torture.
As Goku lay there panting and shivering violently in a brief respite from the pain, he felt something long and hard press against his anus. With a panicked cry, he tried to scramble away, but the ice-jin held him firmly in place as he was penetrated roughly. White-hot pain seared through his body, and Goku could only lie there screaming in agony as he was violated again and again. Blood ran freely down his alabaster thighs onto the floor, mixing with the hot salty tears. Legs spread wide, he felt exposed, helpless and humiliated, and he could only squeeze his eyes shut, trying desperately to block it out.
Just when Goku thought he reached his physical limit, he would then be dragged off to a regeneration tank, after which he would be given some clothes and good food. After days of torture, the soothing healing fluid, warm clothing and simple food felt like heaven. He would be allowed to enjoy this respite for a couple of days before they were cruelly snatched away again. The contrasts between the torture and good treatment heightened the comparisons between the two. He was not allowed to become numb to the harsh treatments. Just as his raw body was soothed, he was flung back into a cycle of beatings and rape, the abuse stinging like salt on open wounds.
Goku lay curled up in the corner of the cell with only a thin shred of a blanket for warmth. The last session had been one of the worst. Not because he was beaten or raped, no, it was worse.
“Come now pet, you know you want this.” Coolant started to fondle Goku roughly as he crouched over the prone Saiyan. “Or do you require… more stimulation?” Goku shivered violently, knowing what the ice-jin meant by that, and shook his head in panic.
“Arouse yourself. I want to watch.” Abruptly, the ice-jin moved away. Trembling, Goku started to stroke himself. Closing his eyes, he thought of Vegeta and became hard instantly. Keeping his eyes tightly shut, he moaned as he lost himself for a short while in pleasant memories. Just before he came, his hands were roughly pulled away and a wet mouth covered his erection. He snapped his eyes open in shock to see Coolant sucking him off, but already on the brink, he was helpless to stop his climax and came with a loud cry.
Goku lay there panting from the orgasm and shaking with disgust, as the ice-jin watched in cold amusement. Suddenly, he yanked Goku’s head up by his thick spiky hair. “Suck, pet.”
Goku stared at the large purplish organ in repugnance and tried to back away, shaking his head violently. “No no…” Coolant exploded in rage and tugged hard on the limp brown tail. Goku shrieked in pain and the ice-jin promptly shoved his thick length into the Saiyan’s mouth.
“Suck…” Sobbing, Goku did as he was commanded – anything to stop further abuse of his tail. The ice-jin threw his head back and moaned with pleasure, thrusting his hips hard. Goku almost choked and threw up but managed to regain control although he was screaming inside.
“Yeesss… I can see you’re very good at this… My pet… My little whore…”
With a loud yell, the ice-jin climaxed. Goku wanted to pull his head back but the ice-jin kept a firm grip on his head. “Swallow it… Good…”
Goku promptly threw up after the ice-jin left. Now shivering in the corner of his cell, he wondered how much more he could take of this abuse. He wanted to give up and die so many times, but the strong Saiyan survival instinct that served him well in his past battles betrayed him here.
Goku shuddered. He hated the feeling of being so helpless. All his life, he could always rely on his strength. He had always been physically the strongest; that came easily to him. Now that his ki was sapped, he did not know how to react. He had never lost a fight before, and this feeling of being completely at someone else’s control terrified him. His life so far had not prepared him for such tortures. The normally cheerful Earth-raised Saiyan had became withdrawn and depressed since he was captured, and he had also lost much muscle bulk from the harsh treatments. His skin was pale and sallow, and his tail hung limp and broken.
He wondered if Vegeta was coming to rescue him… He wondered if Vegeta even knew where he was. Goku could not tell how much time had passed since he was captured. It could have been days, but it felt like years. With the ki collar on, Vegeta had no way of locating him. He could hardly feel Vegeta through their bond anymore; his mate’s presence was now a tiny spark when it used to be a fiery blaze. He wondered miserably if Vegeta even cared… He had so many other suitors. Goku knew Vegeta was highly desirable, especially amongst his own kind. His battered mind sank further and deeper into a spiral of depression, and he envisioned a certain pretty Saiyan female comforting his prince. The image shifted, now showing a tall blue-skinned figure embracing his prince, long sea-green hair falling like a satin curtain over them.
His body heaved with wracking sobs as he fell into a nightmare-ridden sleep.
Vegeta stared irritably at the screen. “Where is Coolant’s ship headed??” He felt the need to hit something… Pulverize anything! “I’m losing the trail… I can hardly feel Kakarotto’s mind anymore.”
Zarbon looked worriedly at the prince. Vegeta had not fared well in the past five weeks, ever since his mate was captured. Dark bags hung under his eyes, and he had lost a little weight. He trained manically whenever he was awake and ate only mechanically. “Vegeta… You need to take better care of yourself. How would you be able to rescue Kakarotto otherwise?”
“Bakayaro! I can barely pinpoint his location, much less barge into the ship to rescue him!” Vegeta exploded into the more familiar emotion of anger, in an attempt to ignore the other prevalent feeling of worry that gnawed incessantly at him. The prince swore venomously, almost blistering the air around him with his sulfurous rants. His arms remained crossed at his chest though his bristling tail lashed the air behind him in counterpoint to his swearing.
Zarbon sighed, reminding himself to stay calm. “Look, we are getting somewhere.” He pointed to the screen. “If we continue on this current direction, we will approach Coolant’s home planet. Ok, not exactly his home planet, but it is reputedly his favorite.” 
“Are you sure?” Vegeta chewed the inside of his cheek absently, his brows drawn together in a tight frown.
“It is his most likely destination. Though if it is so, we will have a problem. That planet is under extremely heavy security.”
Goku woke up suddenly. Something felt different. He frowned in concentration, then realized. The ship was too quiet; the familiar hum of the engines was gone. His cell door hissed open and Coolant stepped in, holding a chain.
Coolant smirked cruelly as he reached down to attach the chain to Goku’s collar before yanking him up. Once out of the cell, the ice-jin tapped his metal bracelet and they disappeared in a sparkling beam, reappearing in a lavishly decorated corridor. Goku flushed heavily with shame as he was dragged down the corridor like a pet, naked and beaten. Fortunately for him, there were very few people around, though Goku kept his head bowed and eyes averted in humiliation.
The ice-jin led him into a large tiled room. There, he shackled Goku to a wall and unclipped the chain. To the Saiyan’s surprise, Coolant removed the ki collar as well. Still too weak to even consider breaking out of his shackles, Goku did the first thing that came to his mind.
He flung out his consciousness along the bond he shared with Vegeta.
Vegeta was training heavily under intense gravity when he felt their bond flare up, and Kakarotto’s presence came flooding back into his mind. Gasping, he fell to the floor in joy and shock.
/Kakarotto! Are you alright?/
/I’m still alive…But Vegeta!! Help me! I’m scared!/
/I’m on my way, but Coolant’s ship is too fast! What happened? Where are you?/
/I don’t know… His ship stopped, and we beamed down to someplace. He took off my ki collar for a while… But…/ Through their bond, Vegeta could see Coolant reaching for an ornate collar on a table.
/Vegeta!/ Kakarotto started to panic as he realized that their link would be cut off again.
/I’m coming koi… Just hold on! Don’t die on me!! I…/ Abruptly, their link was broken.
… love you…
A/N:  Not the same base as which Coolant landed his escape pod.
After the new ki collar was placed around his neck, Goku was led further into the tiled room by one of Coolant’s many attendants. The new collar was not only more ornate; it was made of some sparkly golden metal and inlaid with red gems, it was also a stronger ki collar. Goku could not feel Vegeta’s presence any more, and it terrified him.
“So you are sure that Kakarotto is in that direction? And he said he was brought down to a planet?”
“For the third fucking time, YES!!” Vegeta was in a state of extreme agitation, almost bouncing with nervous energy as he fidgeted in his chair.
Zarbon frowned worriedly and drummed his fingers idly. “This is not good news. The only inhabitable planet that lies along this direction was the one I told you about earlier. And as Coolant’s favorite planet, security there is extremely high. If you attempt a frontal assault, which you keep telling me you will, and I have no doubt you can, Coolant would have time to kill your mate. That’s the sort of thing he would do if he was cornered. Or hold your mate hostage. I seriously doubt if we can break in either. Not without getting caught.”
Vegeta scowled darkly. The new ki collar they put on Kakarotto must have been stronger; he could not detect his mate’s presence at all. Sneaking in on the planet would be useless. Both had a heavy suspicion what Coolant was keeping the Saiyan captive for, and the short glimpse Vegeta had into Kakarotto’s mind when their link was wide open gave hints to the tortures he had undergone.
A tense, heavy silence descended over the frowning pair.
“I have a plan. Of sorts…” Zarbon broke the silence tentatively. “But you won’t like it.”
“What?? Spill it.” Vegeta barked. He was willing to try *anything*.
“You pass yourself off as an entertainer. A dancer.” Zarbon braced himself for the upcoming explosion.
“Look, entertainers pass through all the time. Nobody will think to check up your background or your credentials, at least not much. And we know the ice-jins go for such things… You will be able to get really close to Coolant’s personal quarters…” Zarbon really hoped Vegeta wouldn’t kill him right now.
“Why me only??”
“Because you would need an…” Zarbon coughed nervously, “… Owner… And I’m the only other person who is with you on this rescue mission.”
“Why can’t YOU be the dancer?” Vegeta actually knew the reason, but he was feeling cornered and stubborn.
“Because, while rare, it is not unheard of for Readans to own slaves. The same cannot be said for Saiyans.”
“I will NOT!” Vegeta jumped up in rage, trembling with a hint of remembered fear and shame as well. “I am the Saiyan no Ouji! Shimatta!! I will not debase myself like that!” He stomped out of the control room in a fury.
After a bath, Goku was led to a small room. Eyes widened in fright when he saw what the room contained, and he started to struggle furiously.
“Now you will truly mine, pet.” Coolant held up the metal brand he was heating with his ki, smirking cruelly. “Nobody will want you after this.”
Goku bit down on his lip, determined to remain silent as white-hot metal was pressed to his flank, though the pain was almost unbearable. Blood trickled down his chin where he bit through his lip as the smell of charred flesh filled his nostrils, and he slumped into welcomed unconsciousness when the brand was removed.
Vegeta stared stonily at the bedroom ceiling, only the twitch in his left eye and his puffed out tail gave any indication of his inner turmoil. Shimatta!! He swore he would never, ever do such a humiliating act again! He was a Saiyan Prince, not some dancing whore! Harsh memories of the times he had been forced to ‘perform’ unwillingly came rushing back, and what often took place after that.
Yet he had sworn that he would do anything to get his mate back. His hard visage softened as he thought of the younger Saiyan. He remembered how Kakarotto had courted him initially, and how he nearly threw it all away because he was too clueless to realize what had been happening. He remembered vividly their first night together, when he had claimed the Earth-raised Saiyan as his mate. His mate… Vegeta swallowed hard, knowing already what his decision would be. What was pride…without Kakarotto by his side?
Vegeta racked his brains but couldn’t come up with a better alternative. He leaned over and picked up the scouter lying on his bedside table.
“All right…” The proud prince grated out. Only for you, my mate…
Zarbon kept his voice void of any inflexions. He knew how hard this was for Vegeta. “I’ll try to get you an outfit before we land. Hopefully there should be a few floating merchant ships around this sector as Coolant’s planet is heavily populated.”
Goku lay on his back, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. The room was small but comfortable. The bed was soft and jewel bright fabrics draped the walls. However gilded though, the room was still a cage. The only door to this room led to the ice-jin’s personal quarters. Goku bolted upright and tugged ineffectively at his collar in shame and rage for a while, before slumping back. Rage bled into a feeling of utter hopelessness.
He shivered again;
though he now had a soft bed with thick blankets, the ice-jin’s compound was
very cold, and he was only dressed in a thin short tunic. With his ki locked,
he found it hard to keep himself warm.
Although the burn had healed, his left flank still throbbed in ghostly pain at times. A circular scar, with jagged symbols within the circle, now marked him as the ice-jin’s property. Although initially overjoyed and relieved when he knew that Vegeta was coming after him, he soon fell into a deep depression. What would Vegeta think of him now? Would Vegeta still want him? He was now branded as no more than an ice-jin’s sex slave. Used. Soiled. The ice-jin’s words echoed in his head.
Nobody will want you after this.
“This is what you managed to get.” Vegeta’s expression gave nothing away as he looked down at his dancing outfit.
Zarbon gulped a little nervously. “I’ve managed to forge a fake identity for us, and book an audience with Coolant. It wasn’t easy… I hope you aren’t too rusty. I lied through my teeth, claiming you as one of the best.”
“I still am.” Vegeta looked up with a cold smirk. He took a deep breath, his demeanor becoming detached and professional, his hard mask a barrier against memories that threatened to overwhelm him.
“He also wanted to book you for the night, and I agreed, seeing as that would be the easiest way to gain entrance to his private quarters…” Zarbon was sweating visibly now. He remembered Vegeta’s volatile temper all too well.
“Hn.” Vegeta’s smirk became predatory.
Coolant stepped into the small room, throwing a small garment and a pair of sandals at Goku. “Get dressed pet. I’ve an entertainer for tonight… A Saiyan like you. Apparently very good; I want you to watch and learn.”
When the ice-jin left, Goku donned the cloth silently, his head bowed. It was a shimmering gold loincloth with elaborate crimson embroidery that matched his ki collar. The loincloth was short, with a high slit up the left side that revealed the brand on his flank. Goku knew he should be embarrassed, but his mind had already slipped into a numb state, his mental protection against the horror that was his life now. As he laced the flimsy sandals, a phrase filtered dimly through the dull haze that blanketed his mind. A Saiyan like me? Could it be? Hope flared briefly before he quashed it ruthlessly.
Zarbon watched as Vegeta rubbed the light, fragrant oil over his body. Vegeta’s armband lay on the bedside table.
Zarbon had already changed into a diaphanous cream-colored outfit, playing the role of a prosperous pimp to the hilt. Billowing sleeves and pants were caught at the cuffs with thin golden bands, and a wide fancy, golden belt circled his waist. Golden boots and expensive-looking chains completed the outfit. Although the ensemble covered him from neck to ankles, the thin material left little to the imagination. His satiny blue-green hair was brushed back into a neat, thick plait.
The arousing blend of sandalwood, nutmeg and other spicy scents filled the cool ship air as elegant fingers swirled the light oil in a long-forgotten pattern over his body. Vegeta had always started from his face and worked down to his feet. His slim hands paused momentarily at his buttocks. It had been customary to prepare oneself there as well, but he had no intentions to being taken in such a fashion ever again. Defiantly, he ignored that part and moved further down to oil his hamstrings.
Zarbon stepped forward, and Vegeta handed him the bottle before turning around. This too was familiar; they had often helped to oil each other’s backs before.
“You’ve gotten much more muscular over the years, Vegeta.” Zarbon broke the silence, smirking. “You’ve lost the fragile bishounen look…”
Vegeta shot the Readan a hard glare. “I was never fragile!”
“I never said you were… But when you were a skinny teen, you did *look* quite delicate.” Zarbon grinned at the flush that crept up the ouji’s cheeks. “You still have a fine-boned appearance.”
“Kutabare!” Vegeta scowled and started to pull on his own outfit. He wasn’t in the best of moods.
Thin crimson streaked black leather strips criss-crossed his chiseled torso in a diagonal fashion to end at a V-shaped wide belt, attached via thin matte silver rings. The belt was cut high over his slender hips and dipped at the navel, highlighting it. A triangular shaped leather piece attached from the belt with small silver buckles covered his crotch, continuing down to a thin thong that ran between his taut ass cheeks. A larger elaborate silver buckle, a mixture of shiny and matte surfaces, connected the thong to the belt, with a hole in the center for the auburn tail. Smooth black leather gloves ran up to his biceps and laced open slits up the gloves showed tantalizing glimpses of his lightly bronzed and gleaming flesh. Similar black leather leggings with laced slits that started from mid-thigh down disappeared into heavy black boots.
“You look very good Vegeta.” Zarbon raked admiring eyes over the gleaming lithe form as Vegeta fought to fight down a flush. “No no, don’t hide the blush, it only makes you look more sexy, more appealing.”
“NANI?!” Vegeta crossed his arms defensively as his cheeks flushed a deeper crimson. “I’m beginning to regret this. Kuso! I would rather just blast my way in!” His tail lashed angrily.
Zarbon pushed the stiff prince into a chair. “We’ve been over this; we don’t know where Kakarotto is held, but it is likely to be in Coolant’s personal quarters. We can’t just blast our way in; Coolant will have more than enough time to kill him, especially once he sees that you’re a Super Saiyan as well.” The tall blue-skinned alien reached for a hairbrush and some gel. “Now to do something about this mane of yours. It’s too easily recognizable.”
Vegeta sat stonily as Zarbon fussed over his hair, reminding himself why he allowed himself to be subjected to this again. It’s for Kakarotto… It has become a mantra for him since this ridiculous, humiliating plan was put into action. While waiting for Zarbon to be finished, he started to groom his lush auburn tail with a small fine brush, fluffing it out fetchingly.
“Viola!” Zarbon stepped back to admire his work, looking extremely pleased with himself. “You look great! Different enough that Coolant isn’t likely to recognize you and very much younger!”
Grumbling, Vegeta got up and walked over to his wardrobe’s mirror. Examining his reflection, he had to admit that Zarbon had done a good job. His trademark flame-haired locks were shaped into a narrower hairstyle, almost resembling a Mohawk cut. Some hair had been teased down over his widow’s peak, and the bangs made him look much younger. Some hair had also been teased down the back to his neck in spiky tendrils. A little red dye had been mixed into the hair gel and dark ruddy highlights through his hair matched his auburn tail and crimson streaked leather outfit perfectly.
Finally, Vegeta snapped on a collar in the same matte silver. All slaves were supposed to wear a ki collar but this metal band was actually a communication device. Zarbon wore a similar communication device in one of his golden wrist cuffs. Turning around, he slipped on a couple of thin matte silver bands onto his tail.
“Well? How do I look?” Vegeta spun around smoothly and slowly, still in front of his mirror, the light glinting off his metal bands.
Zarbon grinned raunchily. “Like sex poured into leather and held together with matte silver.”
Vegeta smirked wolfishly, baring the faintest hint of sharp canines. He may have been wearing a dancing slave’s outfit and collar, but the Saiyan no ouji still carried himself with a dangerous, regal air, which only added to his feral, untouchable appeal.
Coolant led his newest pleasure slave into a large room adjoining his personal quarters. He clipped the chain that was attached to the Saiyan’s collar to the back of his ornate high chair before taking a seat himself.
Goku crouched down miserably on his haunches behind the chair and waited. Most of the lights were turned off, leaving only a spotlight in the middle of the room and casting the rest of the chamber in inky shadows.
The thick metal doors hissed open, and a pair of figures stepped inside, flanked by a couple of Coolant’s personal guards. Goku widened his eyes in surprise as he tried hard to make out the smaller figure, who seemed all too familiar. The guards remained at attention by the door while the pair walked forward into the middle of the room.
Goku realized he had been holding his breath when white spots started to dance in front of his eyes. Gripping one of the chair legs tightly, he forced himself to breathe deeply as his emotions whirled in frantic turmoil. He felt overwhelmed at seeing his mate again, deliriously happy and relieved to know that Vegeta had come for him, yet he also cringed with fear and shame as he imagined Vegeta’s reaction to his current state now. Subconsciously, he pulled himself into a tighter ball, trying to hide his shame though it was unlikely that Vegeta would be able to see him in the shadows. Tears sprung to his eyes though he made no move to wipe them away. Vegeta was so close that his sensitive Saiyan olfactory sense could pick out the alluring spicy oil on his body, so close that Goku could almost just reach out and touch his mate. At the same time though, he was terrified of Vegeta’s rejection. So much had happened in the past weeks… Would Vegeta still want him?
So near… Yet so far…
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