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Number 312	By : Cardinal Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2280 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Note: If this story looks familiar, I wrote it years ago and had it here on AFF. I'm bringing it back, with much rewriting, so I hope you enjoy it!

Number 312

Chapter 1

Vegeta stood, his hands clasped behind his back as he studied row upon row of slaves, all standing to attention. For years the lower-class Saiyans had worked as slaves to the upper-class. Time and money was spent in exploring the galaxy and finding those Saiyans that had been sent to other worlds. This ship of slaves was a particularly interesting one. The strongest of the lower-class slaves were present on the front row, and Vegeta studied them first.

The King bypassed the female slaves, barely giving them a glance as he walked the line, his white boots clicking on the marble floor. He had always been drawn to tall, well muscled men, and he made no exception in his slaves. Several of the specimens caught his eye.

“Number 312, Number 456, and Number 985.” Vegeta called, using the numbers that had been written with chalk onto the slaves’ chests.

The three slaves stepped forward, and Vegeta’s hard, black eyes flashed with heat as he studied them. One in particular stuck out to the short Saiyan King, and he approached him. Vegeta’s personal assistant, Lito, hung by his elbow as he studied Number 312. The Saiyan King had to admit that this slave was particularly fetching with his broad shoulders, long muscular legs roped in muscle, and high angular cheekbones. The most interesting feature of the slave was his shock of black hair that seemed to flow in all directions.

“Background information?” Vegeta queried.

The personal assistant spoke up, “Number 312. Third-class Saiyan assigned to planet Earth. Saiyan name is Kakkarot, however, his spaceship was damaged upon landing on Earth and thus, he was not programmed correctly. He was raised by an Earthling who called him Goku.” The mention of the slave’s Earth name was sneered, “He has one youngling, who is half-Saiyan.”

Vegeta studied the man, smiling at the defeat he saw in those black eyes. Stepping away from Number 312, Vegeta moved on to the next two Saiyans, and listened to Lito’s report on their history. When the briefings were finished, Vegeta stepped back and found that the decision was easy.

“Bring Number 312 to my quarters and get him cleaned up.” Vegeta told Lito and then left to attend to other business.

***

Goku licked his lips, trying to moisten them as he followed the short, little alien called Lito up to the King’s quarters. The tall Saiyan had been surprised when the King had picked him out of the hundred other slaves that were present. The entire ordeal had been bewildering, and in Goku’s opinion, a blur. When three men had shown up on Earth and taken his family hostage, his only choice had been to go with them. They had put metal bands around his wrists, preventing him from powering up or using his ki powers.

“He we are, “ Lito announced as he opened up a door to a large, lush set of quarters, “this is Lord Vegeta’s suite. Lord Vegeta always demands that his slaves be well groomed and clothed to represent his status. You are to be perfect in the sight of others so as not to disgrace the King.” Lito informed Goku of this while tossing him a pair of clean clothes, a pair of boots, and a bar of soap.

“The shower is through there,” Lito pointed, “and when you are finished you will return here where I will brief you on proper behavior and etiquette.”

The words were like a foreign language to the simply educated Goku, yet he nodded, mumbled his thanks, and then retreated to the bathroom. Regardless of his current situation, the opportunity for a shower and clean clothes was something that he could not pass up. The tall Saiyan stripped out of the dirty clothes he had been forced into wearing while on the slave ship, and stepped into the shower.

Knowing that Lito was waiting for him to return, Goku only allowed himself a few minutes of relaxation before taking up the bar of soap and lathering up his bruised body. No one was particularly gentle on this new planet. After shampooing his raven black hair, Goku quickly toweled off and dressed in the clothing he had been given.

The dark blue breeches were like a second skin on his body, and the lighter blue tunic that he pulled over his head clung to his broad shoulders. Goku’s darkly tanned skin struck a deep contrast to the light colors that he wore, and he frowned as he stamped into the tall, black boots that had been provided. He thought longingly of his blue and orange uniform.

Lito nodded in satisfaction when Goku reappeared, “Much better. Lord Vegeta will be very pleased.” The tiny man squeaked, “Now, Lord Vegeta does a lot of traveling, and you will be expected to attend as well. There are general rules of etiquette for you to follow both here and abroad. First, and most important, do not speak unless you are spoken to. Remember, you are nothing more than scenery in any room unless someone directs a question at you. Secondly, you will be expected to serve and pleasure the King in whatever way he deems necessary.”

Goku’s brows drew together as he listened to Lito’s instructions, but he nodded slowly. What had he done to deserve this sort of treatment? Just because his father, a man he had never met, was some lower-class Siayan that meant that he, Goku, was doomed to serve the upper-class for the rest of his life?

“Lord Vegeta will be returning shortly.” With that, Lito swept from the room, leaving Goku standing in the middle of Vegeta’s things.

***

Vegeta walked briskly from his meeting with the ambassador of Yardrak. He had completely forgotten about his new slave until he opened the door to his rooms and found Number 312 standing in the middle of the room, looking like a lost puppy. As least he is clean now, Vegeta thought as he studied the way the slave’s pants clung to his figure, showcasing muscle, and the curve of his buttocks.

Vegeta’s tail swished with excitement.

“Your background information said that your ship failed to program you correctly. That means that you have no education on how to please your master?” Vegeta asked drolly, arching one eyebrow as he studied the taller Saiyan.

“That is right.” Goku did not like the way Vegeta was looking at him.

“That is what I thought.” Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, “Lito has briefed you on what is expected of you as a slave?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Vegeta nodded, “It is dinner time. During dinner you will stand behind my chair and obey my every command. You will serve me, understand? Let’s go.” The King turned and walked out, leaving Goku to follow in his wake.

Quietly Goku sighed, looking down at the silver bands on his wrists and wishing that he could smash them to bits. Hopelessness invaded the Earthling as he thought of what his life would be like now that he was the King’s slave.

***

Goku inwardly sighed as he rubbed gently at the bruise on his arm. During dinner he had accidentally misinterpreted Vegeta’s order, and in return, he had been punished, in front of everyone, for it. Vegeta strode ahead of Goku down the hall, and the taller Saiyan studied the man’s figure as they walked. The presence of Vegeta’s tail intrigued Goku, but he already knew better than to ask any questions.

As they entered Vegeta’s quarters, the King pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his bare chest as he slung the garment aside. Goku stopped, looking about uncertainly, unaware of what he was suppose to do.

Vegeta looked over his shoulder at the slave and smirked, “You are suppose to pick that up.” He pointed to the shirt lying on the floor.

“Oh.” Goku said as he bent over and picked the shirt up, still looking uncertain.

“You had better be a fast learner, 312, I haven’t the patience to explain everything to you.” Vegeta said sharply as he discarded his boots, pushed his pants from his waist, and strode to the shower.

Goku watched the naked man go and stared after him for a moment before picking up the boots and breeches. Figuring that he was suppose to take care of those as well, Goku set the boots in the King’s closet, and then shoved the dirty clothes into what he hoped was a laundry chute. The slave stood, listening to the sound of the water as Vegeta showered. A shiver ran down Goku’s spine as he recalled the coldness that he saw in the King’s eyes. This man was unlike anyone he had ever known before.

Vegeta left the bathroom with only a towel slung low around his waist. The well defined muscles of his chest, bled into a washboard abdomen, and then the delicious ‘V’ of muscle disappeared beneath the towel. He stopped for a moment to run his eyes up and down Goku’s lean form before crooking a finger at the lower-class Saiyan, “Follow me.”

Goku followed nervously, his body tensed as he was led into Vegeta’s bedroom. Although naïve, Goku knew that there was only one reason why he would be taken to someone’s bedroom, and he doubted it was to make the bed.

“Well?” Vegeta turned, frustrated when he saw that the slave was standing by the doorway dumbfounded, “Get undressed baka.”

For a split second Goku hesitated, but the look in Vegeta’s eyes said that this order was not to be disobeyed. Swallowing past the knot in his throat, Goku began undressing slowly, feeling his body heat with the way the King watched him. Until Goku could figure out a better plan, he knew that he was going to have to play along to Vegeta’s every whim. Perhaps once he was underestimated as a mindless slave the King would relax his guard, leaving Goku open for escape.

Vegeta nearly growled, his erection pressing forward as he watched the slave strip. The way Goku’s body was built and shaped with power made Vegeta’s blood pump loudly in his ears.

“Come.” Vegeta crooked his finger at Goku once again.

As if his feet had a will of their own, Goku found himself walking forward to Vegeta. The King put a finger to the top of Goku’s chest, and trailed it down to his naval, taking care to trace the clearly defined abdominal muscles as he went.

Goku didn’t want to, but he shuddered as that solitary digit rounded over his bare hip and then stopped at his buttocks, which Vegeta cupped and gave a tight squeeze.

“Very nice, Kakkarot.” It was the first time since being captured that Goku had been referred to as something other than 312. While he didn’t care for the name Kakkarot, it was better than just being a number.

“Let’s see how you feel.” Vegeta said, grabbing Goku by the back of the neck, and pushing him down across the bed. Grabbing the taller man’s hips, Vegeta jerked them back so that Goku’s chest was against the comforter, with his beautiful round buttocks proudly displayed.

“Stay.” Vegeta commanded, his cock thrumming with anticipation as he swiped the bottle of lubricant from the bed side table. Walking back to the side of the bed, where Goku stood with his legs splayed, Vegeta began liberally lubricating the slave.

“I feel you should know, Kakkarot, that I believe in breaking slaves. And once you are worn out, I will replace you. There is always a replacement.” Vegeta smirked as he pushed a finger into Goku’s tight, puckered opening. Leaning over the taller Saiyan’s body, Vegeta placed hard bites on Goku’s shoulders and back, flicking his tongue over them when he was finished. The slave hissed at the bites, but when Vegeta reached around the man’s waist, he found Goku’s cock fully erect.

“Pain excites you does it? Lucky you then, Kakkarot.” Vegeta smirked as he plunged a third finger into Goku’s unwilling body.

Goku bit his lower lip, cursing his traitorous body as it began to react on its own. Wantonly his hips pressed back against Vegeta’s fingers before surging forward into the strong grip that the King had on his cock. The sensations felt good, which only served to torture Goku further.

Abruptly Vegeta withdrew his fingers, placed the head of his turgid cock into Goku’s entrance, and forced himself in with a grunt. Hot, tight heat enveloped Vegeta’s throbbing erection and he groaned in pleasure, as he abandoned Goku’s cock and grabbed the man roughly by the hips. The King showed no restrain as he pounded brutally into the slave, his skin slapping harshly against Goku’s.

Unable to contain the pain-filled scream, Goku cried out as Vegeta slammed into him. Tears streamed down Goku’s cheeks at the humiliation as his hands clenched into the comforter on the King’s bed. Vegeta threw his head back in ecstasy as his hips jerked forward, his body seeking release. Grunting, Vegeta rubbed a hand over the perfect round globe of Goku’s buttocks.

Goku gasped as he felt Vegeta slap his ass. The King slapped in rhythm with his thrusts. Slap. Thrust. Slap. Thrust.

Finally, with a groan, Vegeta thrust into Goku a final time, his hands shoving the taller man’s hips back against his own as his seed emptied inside of the slave. Vegeta’s breathing was rough and labored as he withdrew from Goku.

“Go to your bed.” He spat in between gasps as he shoved Goku toward the foot of the bed. It stunned Vegeta as the realization struck him that he had never had sex like that before.

Goku’s legs trembled as he straightened, his eyes finding a cot settled in the corner of the room. Walking to it gingerly, he slipped in between the thin, but soft blankets and closed his eyes, hoping to push away the memories of what had just occurred. Sleep eluded him, however, as he lay, listening to the sound of Vegeta’s labored breathing.

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