Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

► Prologue - Path     Chapter 1 - Direction     Chapter 2 - Refuge     Chapter 3 - Turbulence     Chapter 4 - Lost     Chapter 5 - Rest Stop     Chapter 6 - Stretch Break     Chapter 7 - Train Wreck     Chapter 8 - Construction     Chapter 9 - High Seas     Chapter 10 - Kidnapped Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am not making any profit from this.

Rating –NC 17
Warnings – For the whole story: Language, whips, chains, knife play, asphyxiation, temporary character death (of a main character), torture, non-con, yaoi, M/M. OCs. Lemons, limes. OC/Goku, Goku/Vegeta, Goku/OCs, Kakarott/Vegeta, Vegeta/Goku.


On with the show!






2 months A.P.

Goku stood inside a darkened room. The lone window above the bed didn’t add much in the way of light with the storm clouds covering the stars. The chains around his wrists and neck had finally absorbed enough of his body heat to lose their chill. Music from the club could be felt through the wall and hard wood beams, but any actual noise was doused by the insulation.

The door to his left opened. Goku squinted and tried ineffectively to duck his head as for an instant light and sound flooded into the room. They were both quickly extinguished when the door closed.

“Do you mind incense?” a dark tenor asked him.

“No. Should be okay,” he answered.

“Have you ever done this before?” There was a quick flash of light as a match was lit.

“A few times. Didn’t find what I was looking for.” Goku’s eyes raked over the sculpted body. Whatever else this man was, he was not a slacker.

The match was shaken out after the stick of incense caught. “Why are you here?”

Goku was a little surprised at the question. No one else had bothered to ask it… they had just assumed. “I have a sub… I don’t understand him,” Goku answered with the term the man in front of him was most likely to understand. He had spent weeks in and out of fetish clubs. He couldn’t turn to his friends to ask questions about what was happening, so he went looking for a professional. Most were more than happy to take him in, but none of them had set the right tone for him to come back. Rumors had finally led him here.

A bare hand waved the tiny flame claiming the incense out, and sweet smoke began to filter through the room. “Maybe that’s because you don’t understand yourself.”

“I-I don’t,” Goku cringed mentally at his confession. A year ago, he would have dismissed the question, thinking this person didn’t know what they were talking about. A lot had changed in that year: most of it painful, all of it confusing.

Goku watched as the masked person selected a whip from the collection hanging on the wall. “You understand the rules?”

“Yes,” the bullwhip swung out and ripped through his shirt. Goku remembered to flinch belatedly.

“Repeat them to me,” the professional asked.

“I will be vocal. It is difficult for you to interpret body language in the dark. I will answer honestly. If I do not care for what you are doing, I will say ‘stop’.”

“Hmmm.” A hand flowing over his clothed genitals followed the pleased sound, “We’ll start out with your sub… maybe involve questions concerning you.”

Goku hissed as a spiked bracer ran down his exposed chest, “Okay,” this man was going to talk with him? Most had just been interested in creating pain.

“Mind you, this is only a generalization,” the other whispered in his ear.

Goku nodded, wondering how the man was able to turn the statement so sexual. His silent acknowledgement was replied to by the tip of the whip cracking against the chains around his neck, “Okay.”

“Subs like, no, thrive on attention. They find it punishing to be ignored, and some will go to extremes to get it.”

“Okay,” that was a strange insight.

“Do you like attention?” the seemingly innocent question dripped with lust.

Goku hesitated before answering, “I don’t know.” His hesitation was met with a stroke across his thigh that ripped through denim and left the skin exposed and stinging.

“As a dom, you do. We usually make someone pay attention to us. Would you like to try answering honestly?”

Goku gulped as he digested this information. That had been awfully close to something he would rather stay intact. “Yes.”

“So, what we perceive as getting their attention, is actually giving them attention.” The professional used the tear in Goku’s shirt to rip it fully open.

This was certainly a different perspective than the other ‘masters’ had given him. “Okay.” At this rate, he was going to have to throw everything he thought he knew out the window and start over.

“To what extremes has your sub gone to get attention?” fingers walked up his abs.

Goku had problems focusing as his nipples were pinched to hardness. “I’ve broken his bones,” his willingness to answer so honestly astonished him.

The hands teasing him stilled for a moment. “Very extreme then. You didn’t go too far? Breaking his trust?”

“Trust?”

Goku made a grunt of surprise when a hand slapped against his masked face, managing to knock his head to the side. “Yes, trust. Most subs won’t settle with a dom they don’t feel comfortable with. This is a very rare session, for me to take on a sub I don’t know, for exactly that reason. You gained a reputation for a high threshold,” Goku caught the flash of teeth in the dimness of the room, “I decided it was best to get a hold of you before someone with lower standards ruined you. You didn’t wonder why there wasn’t an exchange of money?”

“Oh.” Goku had tried his best to portray what he had thought would be human reactions during the sessions he had gotten himself into. Apparently, he had failed and word had traveled to higher circles than he had thought. Maybe this meeting wasn’t as much chance as he had thought it was.

“So, your sub trusts you?”

“I don’t know.”

The whip swung with surprising speed for how close the other person was standing to him. It managed to bite into his side. “How could you not know?” there was a hint of anger in the tenor voice.

“We… we haven’t talked about it,” Goku said as he shifted, trying to get the sting to cool down. Between having lowered his ki and the bullwhip, he didn’t have to pretend when something hurt.

There was a contemplative pause from the other. “But he did choose to let you have control over him?”

Goku nodded and received a matching stripe across his other side. “Yessssss.”

The man moved with surprising speed for someone with no special training. Goku was amazed the professional wasn’t dizzy; he was constantly moving, changing the distances between them. He admired the man’s technique; Goku had to continually readjust to keep his focus on him.

“Well, it is at least an ability thing then, if not trust.”

Goku resisted the urge to purr as something tickled over his ear. “What’s that mean?”

“I don’t know many doms that are willing to go to the extremes of breaking bones. It goes beyond the usual limits.”

“Doms have limits?” Kisses and nibbles down his chest had Goku arching away from the wall towards the man’s clever mouth.

The professional growled with disgust, “What kind of places have you been going to? When the subs say so, we do,” was mumbled just above Goku’s zipper.

“Oh.” The saiyan barely suppressed a growl of frustration when the masked face turned up, and then drew away. He felt the chains at his wrists tighten before he remembered to back down.

“Your sub hasn’t set limits?”

Strong hands pressed his hips back into the crossed beams. “No.”

The professional leaned into Goku until their zippers met. “I am getting a very strange picture from what you are telling me.”

“No shit.” Goku grunted as he found out cursing wasn’t allowed. Did the guy have saiyan armor wrapped around his knee or what?!

“You care for him a great deal.”

Goku panted while trying to quell the pain. “How… how did you know?”

“You’re here. This tells me two things. First, you had a different type of relationship before you were approached. Second, you care for him. If you didn’t care for him, you would have already left him despite what ties the two of you had before. Not gone searching for ways to better understand him.”

Goku’s head was pressed back up with gentle fingertips against his jaw, “Oh.”

“So, what have you learned so far?” More kisses and bites followed the question.

Goku leaned into the touch, enjoying the gentle attention so much he had to struggle to get the words out. “Subs like attention. Trust is usually a factor. They set the limits.” Hopefully by answering he’d encourage the professional to continue this way.

“The limits thing really bothers me, so we will go over it. I have a very unusual concept of dom/sub, but it also makes me highly sought after and considered the best. I don’t usually take on a sub unless I understand what their expectations are.” Deft hands stroked and touched him as he spoke, making it difficult to concentrate on the professional’s words. “I’ve seen too many ‘masters’ take their selfish desires out on a sub, which is what you’ve been seeing at the other clubs, and why you are here now.” Goku moaned as places he didn’t even realize were tense were massaged to relaxation.

“For me, subs hold the power; I am only in their service. Each client I have has put their total trust in me. They say when, they say how, and they say enough. I only follow their guidelines.” Goku could hardly focus on what was said next, as a hand once again ran over his cock. “Although, with yours, there seems to be quite a bit of an extreme factor on the ‘enough’ part.”

Goku strained into the teasing touch. “I’ve been saying the when, and the how is usually left up to me.” Goku thought it would be a nice change for Vegeta to tell him what it was he expected, but that would involve talking; something Vegeta didn’t seem interested in.

He groaned when the man walked away from him. “Then we’ll have to assume your sub likes it that way, otherwise, it would be different. That is, if you’ve been paying the proper sort of attention to him. Subs rarely say it with words.”

“The most important part is…” the whip was brought into sudden action. Goku jerked back into the wall behind him. “Pay attention. The part I want you to remember, if you remember nothing else is we stop when they say stop. If we don’t, we are nothing more than rapists. The only exception would be if there has been a safety word established.”

“Safety word?” Goku asked, not understanding the term.

The professional brought a hand up to his forehead. “How have you come this far without someone having told you what a safety word is?” he didn’t wait for Goku to answer, “It is a word established between the two of you, that if it is spoken, you stop whatever] it is you are doing. No matter what.”

“What kind of fetish are we dealing with here?” Goku’s hips were brought away from the wall when the professional grabbed the waist of his jeans and tugged him forward before undoing the button and drawing down the zipper.

Goku was surprised; the man hadn’t looked that strong. “Fetish?” He looked down, watching his actions with anticipation. Was the man finally going to stop teasing him?

No; the person stepped away. “Yes, fetish, you’re in a fetish club, aren’t you? Something someone cannot get off without the element in their sex.”

“I-I think it is rape,” Goku said hesitantly, hoping the professional wouldn’t think it was {his fetish.

“So, we have a rape fetish sub that has not set limits or safety words?” the man asked incredulously.

Goku nodded enthusiastically in appreciation for the man’s shock. One of the spiked bracers ran heavily just under his belly button, scraping deeply into the skin. “Yes,” he groaned, closing his eyes at the intimate pain.

“No wonder you don’t understand him.” Goku’s eyes snapped open and he jerked his hands forward in frustration at the loss of contact as the man stepped back once again. He didn’t realize he was growling until the man used the bullwhip to slash across both hipbones, seeming to hit his target without even looking. Damn, the man was good with that thing.

“Ssssh, quiet, I am thinking.” The man tapped the handle of the whip against his own cheek while he thought. “How well do you know this person… or maybe a better question would be, how long have you known him?”

“A little over 13 years,” he said, somewhat bewildered at this line of questioning. What did the length of time knowing Vegeta have to do with anything? The prince didn’t let anyone in, regardless of how long you knew him.

“And how long ago did he approach you?”

“Approach me?”

The tip of the whip flicked the wall just next to Goku’s ear. “Ask you to be his dom. Like you came seeking me out.”

Goku couldn’t help but laugh; he hoped the professional hadn’t heard the insanity that crept into it. There was a crack as the whip pulled back from leaving a stinging welt up the middle of his chest. “He didn’t ask; he hypnotized me,” Goku hissed.

“That’s a little extreme.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” Goku jerked his head back into the wall as the tip of the whip barely kissed his lips. He tasted blood. Apparently, sarcasm wasn’t necessary. “A little over a year ago.”

“Has he had injuries before? Like… the ones he has been letting you give him?”

“Oh, yes,” there were times now that Goku wished he had dealt out more pain… If he had, maybe he wouldn’t be in this position.

“And for 13 years, you didn’t know this turned him on?”

“How could I have?” he exclaimed, frustrated. He didn’t even know what he would have done if he had known. “I thought we were sparring. I thought I was straight.”

“Sparring?”

“Martial arts.”

“Ah,” a strangely pleased grinned spread across the man’s lips, “So he found a pastime that would get him close to a person that could possibly be what he wanted in a dom.”

Goku shrugged and received a welt to the underside of his upper arm. “I guess so. We’ve both been fighting since we were children. He was brought up doing so.”

“So, he would have had plenty of time to find someone… he just suddenly chose you?” the most recent mark was kissed soothingly.

“I-I think there was someone else… a long time ago,” Goku said as he closed his eyes again to better focus on the feel of the man’s lips against his skin.

“What happened to this person?” the man kissed down his ribs.

Goku hesitated before answering. He groaned as spikes crashed into his now relaxed ribs. “I destroyed him.”

“What?” the man asked as he stepped away.

“He killed my best friend, and then my prince. I couldn’t let it go unanswered. So, I destroyed him.” He felt his ki spike at the thoughts of his fight with Frieza and lowered it.

“You killed him?” the man didn’t approach or retreat while he waited for Goku’s answer.

“I thought I had, at the time. He came back later, and someone else killed him.” A little bit of regret crept into his answer.

“I am surprised your sub didn’t approach this other person to be his dom instead then.”

“Circumstances would make that impossible,” he answered, somewhat confused. “Why would you suggest that?”

“I’ll have to take your word that it would be impossible... did you kill him?”

“What?!” Goku asked in shock… the thought of killing Mirai Trunks was ludicrous. The whip stung against his cheek, chin and throat.

“Did you kill the person that actually ended up killing your sub’s first dom?” the professional asked with intensity.

“NO!”

“Okay.” The anger was let go almost as quickly as the whip could sting. “How long was this person your sub’s dom?”

“I think… 24 years. Could be more, probably not less.” Goku hadn’t actually equated Vegeta’s service under Frieza quite like this before.

“Your sub is older than you then?”

“Yes.”

“How much older?”

“About eight years.” It was very difficult to tell how old the prince was.

For a moment the man did not move. His silence hung heavy in the air between them. “Sorry about that. Most fetishes are fantasies. I haven’t dealt with too many that are because of circumstances. This explains a lot. Why he would choose you, why he wouldn’t set any rules. Why neither of you know the basic standards for this type of lifestyle.”

“Why did he choose me?” If someone could just tell him that, Goku was certain he could handle the rest from there.

“You are more than just a dom to him. Only guessing from years and ages you’ve given me, this is more than just a fetish. It is a life circumstance and you destroyed his master, leaving an empty void he didn’t know how to fill… until he decided you were capable of filling that role for him. Most likely, he hasn’t known anything else.”

“Oh.” As much as he had been anticipating the answer, he wasn’t expecting it to be that. A sick feeling settled into the pit of Goku’s stomach.

“Are you cruel to him?” a gentle hand reached up and cupped Goku’s cheek.

“Yes,” the saiyan confessed, nudging his head into the other’s gentle touch.

“Because you want to be?” the man ran a thumb over his injured bottom lip.

“No. Because nothing less seems to satisfy him,” frustration darkened Goku’s voice.

“Hmmmm… that’s why it took so long then.”

“So long?” Goku opened his eyes to look at the professional.

“For him to approach you. Your caring enough to be here tells me you don’t really have what it takes to be as cruel as you should be for him. That’s what the hypnosis thing was for, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” he said regretfully. He stared into eyes studying him intensely, “You’re very perceptive, you know that?” Goku stated, thankful the dom/sub relationships in fetish circles this high up were treated with the same reverence as doctor/patient relationships. Guilt hit him for a moment, but he alleviated it by telling himself he was wearing a mask, and he had not mentioned names.

“I’ve had to deal with lots of folks and circumstances. I’ve honed my skills of observation to the point some would call it a gift. Such as, despite your natural strengths, you would normally be a sub by nature… if you even willingly chose this lifestyle, that is.”

“Oh.” Even though it shouldn’t have, the information came as a surprise to Goku.

“Do you think you better understand him now, or at least the role he wants you to fill?”

“Yes.” Goku knew he didn’t have all of the answers, but he at least had a place to start from… and just being able to talk about it with someone had helped. The fact it was a stranger was better than having to talk to someone he knew. He hadn’t had to play the idiot, or dance around the topic. Goku appreciated the straight-forwardness this man spoke with.

“If we are done talking, then we can get on to the more fun part.” The professional pulled a chair that had been sitting in the corner of the room to the center of the floor.

Goku felt emotionally wrung out from just this ‘talk’… “More fun?” the sudden change of topic threw him.

The man waved a little foil package at him. “Come here and suck my cock, bitch.”

“Oh.” Goku waved his hands in their bindings, “I am still tied to the wall.”

The bullwhip lashed out and bit into his side, “Don’t treat me like a fool. You’ve almost torn the eyebolts from the beams as it is.”

Goku looked to the side and then grinned. “Whoops. You are good.”

“The best,” the professional grinned at him. “Stop talking, start sucking.”





~o0o~ ► Prologue - Path     Chapter 1 - Direction     Chapter 2 - Refuge     Chapter 3 - Turbulence     Chapter 4 - Lost     Chapter 5 - Rest Stop     Chapter 6 - Stretch Break     Chapter 7 - Train Wreck     Chapter 8 - Construction     Chapter 9 - High Seas     Chapter 10 - Kidnapped