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A Prince Among Men

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WARNINGS
AND SALUTATIONS:

a.      
an>No, DBZ isn’t mine. DBGT sure
the hell ain’t mine.

b.      
Yes, this is technically an AU.
But all fanfiction is AU otherwise we would all be sitting around
reading different folks versions of the DBZ scripts.

c.       
I firmly believe that all Saiyans are potty-mouthed, overly horny,
overly muscular men that get in fights, have tons of sex and eat all the time,
while cursing. I also believe that
Homosexuality is not bad, and write about it to satisfy my own sick little
mind. Thus: SEX. SAIYANS. SLASH.

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“Explain
it to me again,” Bardock said, felt like a idiot child. (Of course, he had the sneaking suspicion
that everyone felt like an idiot child when there ire in the general vicinity
of this smirking little imp-twin.)

He
blinked. Four days? FOUR DAYS?!?! His idiot son had been trying to get Super Saiyan level since he
was nine. That was SEVEN years. And this brat shows up and says ‘four
days?’ FOUR DAYS. “And how exactly do you think you are going
to accomplish this in that short time?”

Goten
grinned. “Trade secret.”

Vegeta
stood up—he had been lying in a hammock-type thing that was mounted to the wall
and designed to hold small children—he sighed.
Red
moved to her feet, stared at her grandson, glared at him. With all the power and venom that made her
renown and feared. He stood there,
crossed his arrogant arms over his arrogant chest and stared right back. Didn’t even flinch, didn’t budge, just
glared right back. The other twin, the
impish one, rolled his eyes and picked at his fingernails. “Why power up a tyrant?” Red asked, “What
makes you so sure that the Prince won’t follow in his father’s steps?”

And
Vegeta gave her a smi smile. “What
makes you so sure he won’t?” Looked at
them, “The two of you plan to take him back to the palace yourselves, so don’t
preach at me about shit.”

This
made Red step back a bit. She gave him
a reluctant nod of approval. Didn’t
even round about on the other twin—Bardock wasn’t entirely sure why not,
because if it had been any other pair, she would have stared down them
both.

Goten
grinned again. “Alright then! I’m glad everyone agrees! In the meantime, ‘Geta here,” he smacked his
brother on the back, “Is going to teach our dear Kaki that he has a brain as
well as a dick and the brain is the better to think with.”

~~~***

The
weirdest part, Vegeta thought as he sat very still on the cot and meditated,
was that he could feel the power, but he couldn’t use it. The other rings debilitated him so that he
couldn’t even really feel his own ki.
But these, they made all his skin tingle with the power and he felt it
in a bubble all around him, but he could not use it, had to be careful to
remember that he wasn’t as strong as he thought he was.

But
there was no pain. Identical rings on
his nipples, identical barbell through his tail, but they did not do anything
even slightly similar to what the others did.
Didn’t hurt. Didn’t burn. Tingled, were a bit chilly, and he liked it
actually. Liked having one-upped his
father.

You
put me out here, he wanted to say to the smelly old bastard, but you forgot I
always come back. Wanted to know who it
was that was a spy for his father so he could kill the traitorous bastard that
thought he could keep the Prince of All Saiyans from taking on his rightful
title. And he would kill the jerk just
as soon as he was near enough to the capitol to kill his father without having
to worry that the old smelly thing had prior warning.

His
meditating was interrupted by someone smacking the back of his head. When he jerked around, there was the younger
smirking imp. He said: “First lesson;
pay attention. You should be aware of
everything around you at all times.”

“I
hardly need lessons from you,” he snapped.
He had thought being stuck out in the open air in a camp of the 3^rd
class infantry was bad, he had drastically underestimated the stench. Because caught in the this transporting ship,
he realized just how disgusting they really smelled. And seeing how it was a ship, he could not go anywhere to get
away from it.

“Need
or not, You’re getting the lessons.”
Then he patted him on the head and walked away. Just as simple as that. As if that little jerk was the Prince and
Vegeta was not.

But
that was fine, he supposed—in a reluctant sort of way—because the idiot had
helped him, had taken those rings off him and told him that he was being
watched, had given him replacements that would allow him to power up and that
power would help him defeat his father.
Would allow him to fight back when people shoved him around. (He hadn’t kicked Kakarot in the balls yet, but
that was going to happen soon.)

~~~***

Waking
up wasn’t fun anymore. That was all
Kakarot had to say about it. He was
used to waking up to warm weather (not the perfectly cool temperature that the
ships effortless maintained) to a nice warm person who wiggled and wriggled
under him and sex. The sex made his
mornings bearable. But ever since he
had woken up to find the Prince under him, one of those damn twiad bad been
waking him up. And not with sex and
happy things. The brat—he was certain
it was the same one every morning—would wake him up by yanking on his hair, and
then if Kakarot so much as touched him, he would get a knee to the groin or gut
and a disgusted snort and sneer.

That
was not fun.

He
was not pleased with this turn of events at all. In fact, more and more, it was pissing him off. (Which was a good thing, he guessed because
he felt his power level inching up everyday he woke up and got denied.) Saima found this to be insanely
amusing. In fact, every time she saw
him walk into the common cafeteria, she giggled at him.

“Poor
Kakarot,” she said—without even a hint of real pity.

He
sat next to her and dropped his head down to the table, mumbled something rude
in response, but mostly was too tired and too annoyed to really care. Those damn twins were just damn annoying and
he really wished they would just jump out into space without a suit on and
implode or something.

“Radditz
said we were going to reach the new planet tomorrow,” she said. Picked at her food—rule number whatever
about Saiyans: don’t eat it if you haven’t made it yourself or caught it yourself. “Supposed to be a rather beautiful planet.”

“Who
cares?” he mumbled. Lifted his head and
felt very deprived. Right, so he got
it, the twin was angry because he had ‘taken advantage’ of Vegeta and he had
(he guessed, in a way that he didn’t really agree with.) He should have remembered the Prince was
under the control of the ki-repressors.
But he hadn’t. And besides, the
Prince hadn’t ever fought him, he had practically fucked himself the second
time. So this whole situation was not
just Kakarot’s fault.

But
was Vegeta getting punished for it?
No. Just him. (Which was ridiculously unfair, considering
there were plenty of willing ladies running around here that would gladly wake
him up in the morning. Just because he
did something less than ‘honorable’ with the Prince didn’t mean all the lovely
women should have to suffer.)

“Hey,
Kakarot,” Saima said, “Have you ever heard of anyone getting pregnant the first
time?”

Why
did she ask him questions like that?
(Other than the fact that his mother was a slight genius that hah
demanded her sons learn all of the mystical and technical details and oddities
of being a Saiyan.) “Uh…” he
yawned. “No. Because generally the woman has to feel comfortable with the man
before she can conceive.”

“So
even if she knew him for like, as long as Red has known Bardock… They wouldn’t take on the first try?”

“No. There’s still a hesitancy” he was told this,
but considering he was not a woman and had never been pregnant himself he
didn’t know it to be the gospel truth, “Because it’s a huge
responsibility.”

“Oh.” Saima said.
Looked even more perplexed. And
looked at him with a strange little hopeful gaze.

Oh
no Jo.

Vegeta: You
know, why the hell do I have to be the prudish one all the time?

Goten:
Because Trunks isn’t in this story.

Vegeta:
Still. I don’t think I would
spend all my time contemplating how to kick him in the balls

Krt: No, you
should spend your time trying to figure out a way to get into my pants.

Lil’Geta:
Oh. Yeah. That would take a long time.

Krt: Excuse me?

Lil’geta:
Kaki, there is not excuse for you.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> Yeah! A new reviewer! Yeah! *throws confetti
everywhere *

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Jaygoose:

Yes,
he has acting talent, it’s about time he put it to good use. (Sorry, I’m not making fun of you, that just
what I thought of when I read the review.)

Mechanical Butterfly.