Pure Evil 2: Son of Pure Evil | By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6935 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Pure Evil 2: Son of Pure Evil
By Sefiru
Author’s note: thank you to everyone who reviewed Pure Evil –
I’m amazed my first fic got such a good reception! And to the person who said
it was preposterous: since when does submission = humiliating? I know a lot of
BDSM fics are written that way and it’s a pet peeve of mine. Kakarott sure as
hell doesn’t need to resort to verbal abuse to dominate anyone! </rant>
Anyway, in poetic justice for both those who liked it and
those who didn’t, here’s more of the same. Enjoy! (I know I am…) This is a
direct sequel to Pure Evil, so please read that first so you know what’s going
on. This will be a longer fic, 8 chapters planned. I hope it doesn’t suffer
from sequel-itis. ^^;;
Summary: Vegeta has acknowledged Kakarott’s superiority,
and, uh, stuff happens. Sex, fighting, fun at the expense of supporting
characters. And, of course, pure evil. ^^
Pairings: Kakarott/Vegeta
Disclaimer: If I owned DBZ they would not be allowed to
broadcast it on national TV. Oh, well, I can always dream …
Warnings:
Whole story: NC-17, yaoi, oral, anal, BDSM, D/s, language,
possible OOC.
This chapter: PG-13, lime.
His father had
changed. Gohan studied him across the paper-strewn table as they worked,
wondering how to quantify the difference. Superficially he was much the same;
the broad smile still came easily to his face, he still loved to eat and spar
and spend time with friends and family. His gentleness and compassion were as
they had always been.
What was missing
was his goofyness. Childishness, to be honest, the behavior that made both
friends and enemies think of him as a bumbling fool. It turned out that they
had seen his true personality only in battle: the warrior who gave no quarter,
took no bullshit, and never, ever gave in. These last six months he had brought
that attitude into his daily life – most of the Z fighters had been surprised,
and perhaps a bit frightened, but they all had newfound respect for their
friend and leader. Nobody called him Goku anymore.
“Finished,”
Kakarott announced, and Gohan turned his attention to the large sheet in the
center of the table. It was a map of New Namek, and his father had been writing
lines and stars on it representing his travels there. Gohan pointed to a large
red circle.
“This is where
the spaceship landed?”
“Yes, and these
crosses are where we found the Dragonballs. I wrote in the times as close as I
can remember them.”
“Wow, thanks.
I’m impressed that you remembered all that stuff.” But not surprised. Nothing
got past Kakarott. Gohan had often wondered why his mother had thrown Goku out
of the house; now it looked like she had seen Kakarott lurking underneath, and
he was more than she was able to handle.
“Why do you want
to go back there, anyway?”
Gohan dragged
his mind back to the topic. “Well, we were pretty busy the last time we were
there.”
“True.”
“And I really
want to take more time to study the place – uh – I mean, I like the fighting
and all and …”
“Hush, Gohan, I
don’t mind. After all, there is more than one kind of power in this universe.”
Gohan smiled
happily. His father’s approval meant the world to him, and he couldn’t bear the
thought of looking weak to him. “Actually, where I really want to visit is
Vegetasei, but there’s a little problem with that.”
“No kidding.
Have you looked at Vegeta’s library yet?”
“No, I didn’t
think of that!”
Kakarott
chuckled at his son’s enthusiasm. “I’ll get him to lend them to you.”
“Thanks, dad!
Where is he, anyway?”
“In the hangar
with Piccolo, checking over the spacecraft.”
“You know, I would
never imagine Vegeta as an engineer.”
“He has many
hidden talents.”
“Waugh! Too much
information!”
Gohan didn’t
know exactly what had happened between Kakarott and Vegeta that had brought
about this change; the first he had heard of it was Bulma pitching a fit over
his father pulling Vegeta into some unspecified perversion. But since the two
of them started sleeping together, Kakarott was imperturbable. He stood like a
king, and the little things that used to irritate him seemed to slide off him
with the contempt they deserved; not even Gotenks could get a rise out of him.
And as for Vegeta …! The former prince practically lived as Kakarott’s slave,
but he was even more infernally confident than he’d been before. It was
bizarre.
“Anything else
you want to do here?”
“Nah, I think
I’m done for today.”
“All right. It’s
about time for dinner.” Kakarott folded the map, and Gohan put it and the other
papers away in his bookbag. They both walked out into Capsule Corporation’s
main atrium, which was a sort of central meeting place for the Z fighters;
there was a buffet there perpetually stocked with food in amounts sufficient to
feed a pack of hungry Saiyans.
Kakarott looked
around to see who was present. And then ensued a scene which less than a year
ago would have had Gohan staring with incredulity.
“Vegeta!”
Kakarott bellowed.
A minute later,
Vegeta entered the room, walked straight up to him and knelt at his feet. “How
may I serve you, Kakarott?”
The first time
he’d done that in public, Krillin had fainted dead away and Tien and Yamcha had
both needed a strong drink afterwards.
“I want you to
lend Gohan your books so he can study Vegetasei,” Kakarott said. Immediately
Vegeta pulled a capsule from his belt and gave it to Gohan.
“Those are
irreplaceable, boy. Any damage comes out of your hide.”
“Yes, sir. Thank
you.”
“Hn.”
Gohan carefully
tucked the library capsule in the inside pocket of his jacket.
“Let’s eat,”
said Kakarott.
“Want an
appetizer?”
“Why not? Stand
up.”
Gohan didn’t
catch what was going on until Kakarott seized his partner’s hair and pulled him
into a deep kiss. “Aaaaugh!” He clapped his hands over his eyes, trying to shut
out the sight of his elders snaking tongues into each others’ mouths … and he
could hear them too, purring and moaning as if they weren’t in public
where people were trying to eat. After much too long they broke apart.
“Now that,” said
Kakarott, “is a good way to whet a man’s appetite.”
Vegeta just
smirked.
***
Poor traumatized Gohan ^^; And we’re not finished with him
yet.
Next chapter: Vegeta and Kakarott spar, Chichi makes an
appearance, and they adjourn to the shower. No, not all three of them, get your
minds out of the gutter …
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