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The Mute  
05:35pm 28/03/2012
Title: The Mute
Author: Spacefille
Notes: Just a quick, dark mood piece/Character Study. Vegeta was not a virgin before coming to Earth. Contains het. rape and death - not very detailed - but possibly triggering/uncomfortable making.

It was usually men. Someone he defeated in battle and it got the bloodlust going, he’d taunt and use them brutally before killing them. Those memories were quick and fleeting. He could barely remember them, it was all part of the fight. They lost, they were weak, and torture before death was nothing more or less than expected.

Twice had been women. One had been a warrior, and she died just as quickly, only memorial in the fact that she had been a woman and there weren’t very many of those that fought.

The second one, however…

Usually he killed them without a thought. The weaker ones who could not fight died first, and he found it distasteful to torment things that could not fight back. His strikes were always quick and efficient. He could cut through hundreds of them in no time at all, all the while leaving the planet pristine and in perfect condition for resale.

There were usually some left over at the end. His men would indulge if the race looked Saiyan enough to not be repulsive, and would play with their food so to speak. He found it disgusting, a habit of the lower class to dirty themselves to such a level with weak alien females. And their screams were annoying. Sometimes he took it upon himself to blast them before his men were through, and would ignore their cries of indignation.

Once, just once, one caught his interest.

Most would run and scream and cry, and his men liked that, it got them excited. This one didn’t. She stood still as Radditz stalked towards her. He stopped inches from her face.

“Well,” he sneered at her. “Aren’t you going to run?”

At first he thought she would be defiant, they were like that occasionally. That would last all of two seconds until they got their clothes torn from them and then the screaming would start. She just continued to look at him, an expression of something akin to curiosity on her face. As Vegeta watched she raised a hand and… what was she doing? Radditz obviously had no idea either because he paused.

She touched his face and tilted her head, curious expression growing.

Radditz let out a growl and grabbed that arm away from his face, yanking her up and off her feet.

“Radditz,” he snapped.

His man looked up at him.

“Hand her over,” he ordered.

Radditz paused for a second, then shrugged and threw the girl towards him, turning away to go find another.

She landed in a crumpled heap at his feet and he gave her a puzzled frown, trying to figure out why she was different. She picked herself up slowly, and then looked up at him. She did look fairly close to their species, which was rare… she had wide black eyes and black hair… the only difference was the pale green skin.

She held his gaze.

He decided then, a moment of weakness he supposed, grabbed her by the waist and flew to find a place to be alone. He decided on what looked to be an open theatre. This race had been a cultured one.

He dumped her unceremoniously on the stage. They’d perform to no one tonight. “Can you speak?” he asked her.

The curious look returned, and then she raised her hand again, pressing it to her throat. She shook her head.

A mute. Of course. That explained the lack of screams, though not the lack of fear. He shrugged and began to pull off his battle vest. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”

She nodded slowly.

He smirked at her. “You should feel privileged. I am a prince.”

She said nothing, but then she couldn’t could she? She just continued to watch him silently.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered as he removed his shirt. He didn’t feel like tearing them from her, what was the fun of that if she couldn’t scream?

She did, quickly and efficiently, and he paused in stripping to stare as she folded her clothes neatly into a pile.

“There’s no point in doing that,” he said. “I’m going to kill you when I’m done.”

He watched her hesitate, just for a second, and then she nodded and finished a last fold. She sat back then, gaze going out over where an audience had once sat.

“Lay on your back,” he said.

She looked up at him briefly, then did so; rolling so her back was against the floor of the stage.

“Raise your knees.”

She did that too.

He got on top of her, bracing himself on either side of her as he pushed inside.

She was tight. Almost overwhelmingly so and he could finally see tears in the corners of her eyes as he began to thrust. He didn’t care, all that mattered was his own pleasure. She stayed limp and complacent under him, allowing him to move her every which way, on her back and then her front, used her hands to brace herself when she could.

He considered briefly killing her before he finished, then decided against it, instead enjoying the way she winced and cried very silent tears. After he came and pulled out of her he sat back and watched as she caught her breath, wondering what she would do next.

She picked herself up slowly, moving carefully into a sitting position. The expression on her face told him she was in pain, but that soon smoothed out as she wiped the tears from her eyes. For a moment she tilted her head back to look at the stars.

She looked back at him then, her expression calm. There still was no fear in her eyes. He raised his hand. Energy flickered around it.

She brought her hand up and clasped it quickly over his own, and raised one finger on the other and shook her head. He got it. Wait. Just a moment. He didn’t know why he did but he did, letting his ki dissipate. He supposed he was just curious to see what she’d do. Attack him?

She drew in a small silent breath and leaned forwards.

He allowed her lips to touch his own for only a second before raising his hand and blasting her through the chest.

He scrambled to his feet. Disgusting. He drew his hand across the back of his mouth and spat. He shouldn’t have let his guard down like that, allow her to touch him.

And then he stood there for the longest moment, just looking down at her. Her eyes were blank. Dead. He felt…

He didn’t know how he felt. Uncomfortable. He shrugged it off, getting back into his clothes as quickly as possible and blasting off into the night. He only paused to turn and incinerate the entire theatre and a good number of surrounding buildings… retail value of the planet be damned.

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09:33pm 30/03/2012 (UTC)
Quite dark and thought provoking. The pacing in this was spot on, and so were the emotions on both sides. I have no doubt that he will never forget this one and I bet it begins to haunt him in the future.
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11:11pm 31/03/2012 (UTC)
Thanks Hummerhouse! Yes, this is something I imagine would come back to haunt him, especially his first time with Bulma. I might write a sequel... don't know yet. ^^ Anyway, thanks again! :D
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12:26am 31/03/2012 (UTC)
Good grief, it's a running gag
Vegeta's so fucked up he hasn't even figured out how fucked up he is yet. Nice work.
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11:09pm 31/03/2012 (UTC)
Thanks! That was what I was aiming for, so I'm glad it worked. <3
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