Rebels Chapter 15: Rescue

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…

Onto Chapter 16


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A/N: Well! Remember the dance scene in Clueless (my fic that is, not that movie)? We catch a further glimpse into Vegeta’s mysterious past… Yes, I had planned both fics to tie in together.

Special thanks to Dark Fate and chibi_vegeta for beta-ing this chapter!

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