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Pure Evil 5: End of Evil	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil 5: End of Evil

By Sefiru

Pairing: K/V

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, oral, anal, BDSM, kink, evil

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott.

Yes, I really mean it this time; this is the last
installment of Pure Evil, mostly because I�ve run out of plots. This one will
be more of a character piece, like PE2, rather than an adventure plot like the
later installments. As usual, you can expect humor, kinky sex, and people
groveling at Kakarott�s feet. (You know you like it �) Not to worry, I have a
totally different story on the drawing board for when this one wraps up. If
you�re just joining us � best to click on my profile and read all the previous
Pure Evils and Omakes; go ahead, I�ll wait.

A shout out to everyone who has reviewed
my stories after I finish posting them. I still read all reviews. ^^

And now, on with the show.

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Chapter 1: Through the eyes of others

***

�� Sehji trailed
after the four-year-old princess, trying to make as little noise in the
underbrush as possible. After living all his life on starships, he was still
getting used to the idea of forest; Princess Pan had no such trouble, and was
likely to vanish if he let his eyes off her. That was not surprising
considering her family, since the King and his sons were (to Sehji�s eyes)
supernaturally talented woodsmen. It took some of the sting out of not keeping
up with a little girl.

�� Pan popped up
right beside him. �Sehji! I wanna see the river!�

�� You know you�re
not allowed to go there, little one.�

�� I�m a princess
and I say river!� She stomped her foot. Sehji was unmoved.

�� Your father�s a
prince, and he�d skin me alive if I let you do that.�

�� Aww.�

�� To be honest,
fear of punishment was the least reason that Sehji followed Prince Gohan. He
still vividly remembered the first time he�d seen him, when Gohan had rid him
of the Tuffle possessing his body. His mind had suddenly cleared and he looked
up into smiling blue-green eyes with a purr of welcome behind them. He was
rescued! He was free! He knew at once that he was safe with this powerful
being, and submitted to the claim. Then he watched Prince Gohan turn around and
claim all ten of his pack brothers; a feat that, as far as he knew, was not
imagined in even the greatest Saiyan epics. Gohan treated all of them like
family, and he wore his collar with pride.

�� Pan turned her
steps away from the river, to Sehji�s relief. The sabercrocs lurking there
would happily make a meal of him, let alone her. Instead, the Princess
declared, �I�m hungry,� and started walking back towards the clan keep.
Currently they were piled like rodents in a single capsule house: the Prince,
his mate and daughter, the eleven claimed clansmen, and five of their younger
siblings, nineteen people all together. Fortunately that was a temporary
measure. Not long after bringing them all home, Prince Gohan had rounded up a
number of architects and historians and started construction of his own clan
fortress, the first on Restored Vegetasei.

�� Sehji flicked
his tail. He was living in a world of legends: where there were Super Saiyans
around every corner, where magic dragons granted wishes� to the courageous, where a planet was
blown to pieces and resored, and the King returned from exile on the night of
the full moon. The Princess didn�t think it odd that half of her relatives had
been dead and revived. Nor did she think anything of stepping through a portal
to another world to visit her grandparents. It made Sehji�s head spin.

�� As the Prince�s
second and leader of the clansmen, he was right in the thick of everything. In
fact, as much of a handful as the Princess could be, watching her was as good
as a holiday compared to his usual workload. That was probably why the Prince
had told him to do this today � he wouldn�t dishonor Sehji by suggesting he
rest when everyone else was busy from dawn to dusk. In his mind, though, Sehji
admitted he was weak enough to need it. The castle was just days from being
finished and he would be even more busy in the
interval.

�� Pan jumped up on
his shoulders. �Fly home!� she demanded.

�� Okay,
princess.� Sehji sailed into the air. Open sky � another delight the Royal
House had brought to him.

***

�� Vegeta the Elder
of the House of Vegetasei, formerly King of all Saiyans, surveyed the elders
seated around him. These were the leaders that he had chosen for the new Saiyan nation � ship captains, scholars,
men and women who had supported him for decades. �Thank you all for coming,� he
began. �I have asked you here to discuss our � concerns about Vegetasei�s
current leadership.�

�� Nods around the table. �I will note,� said Captain Berjiin,
�that Kakarott won the crown in a legitimate duel. Our courses are limited.�

�� True. But he
has no leadership experience at all, and I fear he is making a grave error in
ignoring our accumulated skills.� They made agreeing noises, as he knew they
would. All of them had been passed over in favor of half-bloods and children;
fifty years of hard work deserved better reward than that. This Kakarott had basically
abolished the old class system, turned society on its ear, put a pirate in
charge of the Navy and put him, Vegeta of the House of Vegetasei, in charge of
sewage management. Sewage management!

�� What is your
plan?� asked one of the scholars.

�� We must bring
his attention to his areas of ignorance, particularly in decorum and the
dignity of the ancient houses.� Including his own, he thought with clenched
teeth. It made him livid to see his own son � his own flesh and blood � draped
at that barbarian�s feet like a common village-square harlot. And the boy had
the almighty gall to be proud of it! He went on, �I also have grave concerns
about the King�s mental health; persons of Kakarott�s background are not known
for their stability.�

�� Widened eyes and nods around the table. All of them had seen
purging soldiers too damaged�
to live normal lives; the reminder that Kakarott was one such
shocked them. With that, Vegeta the Elder knew that he had secured their
cooperation. �As this is an introductory meeting, let us consider our resources
before discussing possible courses of action.�

***

�� Bardock surveyed
the keep walls appreciatively. Two storeys high, cut stone, with the
slate-roofed hall rising behind them, each topped with angular crenellations. Now
this was what he called a building � not that he would care to live in one
himself, but brewers and smiths and other important craftsmen needed someplace
to stay. �Oi! Gohan!� he shouted, and his grandson
leapt down from the battlement. �You got someplace to stow this rowdy horde?�
He waved at the soldiers behind him, who now numbered some seventy. For an army
composed of former ornamental guards and new recruits they weren�t half bad, if
he did say so himself.

�� Gohan pointed to
the side. �Take them to the orchard on the south wall,� he said. �You can set
up camp there. And we got the plumbing working, so you�ll even have a bit of
luxury.� They both grinned at that; all of the soldiers had grown up on
starships, where electricity and running water were taken for granted.
Bardock�s favored lifestyle had come as a rude awakening for them.

�� The orchard was,
to Bardock�s mind, the perfect campsite. It had a low wall of its own and was
planted with trees from all three alliance worlds, though none of the fruit was
ripe at the moment. A small hut in the inner corner housed the sanitary
arrangements. While the soldiers set up camp, Gohan opened a keg of beer and
Bardock joined him drinking it on the castle roof. �Almost
ready for the grand opening, eh?�

�� Yeah, we�re
just finishing the interior. It�ll be done in time for the party.�

�� Bardock nodded.
Saiyans swarmed over the building like ants; it had gone up in record time thanks
to all those who missed the old Vegetasei. Bardock wasn�t one of them. He liked
the planet more without all those cities cluttering it up; it gave him more
space to roam.

�� Hey, grandpa? I�ve been wondering � what was grandma like?�

�� You mean
Kakarott�s mother?� Bardock lay back and let the memories surface. �She was a
palace official, same as I was an army captain. Stubborn as a ton of rocks, but
level-headed, but we got along well. I think she liked my sense of adventure.
We weren�t really close; we had a pretty standard breeding contract, two kids,
one for her to raise and one for me. You know how well
that worked out.�

�� Do you miss
her?�

�� As much as I miss anyone from the old world. It was fun
while it lasted. Besides, I bet I know where she is right now: drinking
champagne with Vegeta�s mom, watching us and laughing their asses off.�

***

Vegeta-jii: SEWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!!!

Bardock: Nobody takes you seriously, you windbag.

Vegeta: Now that�s out of the way, I can spend the next chapter making out with
Kakarott.

Kakarott: I love eating my Vegeta.

Gohan: I�m going now. Uh � *shifty eyes* Videl needs help moving furniture.
Yeah.

Next chapter: A housewarming party.
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