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A King With Chaos	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A King With Chaos
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-Last Chapter
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Chapter 10

The came out of the bushes like blood welling out of an artery, there were simply too many of them too damicklickly to see what they were clearly. Saiyans, he thought, but they could have been something else. One of them grabbed Presta and she shriekd out a battle cry, kicked the bastard in the gut, but he didn't see what else had happened.

He could feel Caradoc's panic though, and he found it so strange to feel his heart thundering so hard in his chest when he was perfectly calm, drawn up in arms that were huge around him and held tight against a chest, hot stinking breath on his neck, but he knew that he would win this fight. Felt a cocky grin break on his face and suddenly understood what the twins had known since the moment of their birth.

Nobody fucks with them.

And the foolish ones that tried...well, he turned his head, looked at the bastard holding him like it was going to work, and curled his hands up into fists, concentrated on his heart beat getting harder and faster in his chest, concentrated on rage ins of of panic, saw the second idiot walking up like they were going to take advantage of him, like they were going to attack him while he was pinned down.

Fuck them.

He closed his eyes, let his mouth fall open, heard something that might have been words but his scream drowned it out as he remembered every moment of his life that he had felt captured by this human flesh that hung on him like responsibility draped too tight to breath. Exploded with that fury and flash-burned the bastard's arms that held him down, felt power growing still and stopped it, remembered that he could go higher, but the weight of his body increased and it had been long enough since he had tested himself that he felt this was safest.

Presta was talking somewhere, he could just barely hear her outside of the heavy strumming in his ears. Her voice was ragged, desperate, trying to direct his attention somewhere, and he ignored her as he turned and looked, at the man who was looking at him with terror, at the idiot who was pinning down his mate on the ground, one hand on Caradoc's neck, the other hanging in the air, holding a rock or a knife or something.

It was hard to see.

Gohan tilted his head to one side, breathed evenly once. The bastard holding his mate suddenly realized what a precarious position he was in and started to move backwards, Caradoc moved with incredible speed, the knife sank straight through bone and down into the bastard's heart, killing him in that instant and he dropped to the ground with a dull thud.

"Shit," Presta said, suddenly there, at his side, mouth bruised, bleeding, shirt ripped. Her hair was messy and dirty.

Caradoc moved away from the body, away from the blood, over to him, looked at his knife and then up at Gohan's face. Like there was something he wanted to say but he didn't and Gohan didn't push him.

"Gohan," Presta said, "I think we're in real trouble this time."

~~~***

Right. So. 'Respect the differences.' He looked at Kakarot. Kakarot looked at him. He told himself that he needed to do this in order for their to be children, in order to remain the King, and to preserve the sanctity of the Saiyan royal bloodline.

Telling himself this did not seem to make a difference, in fact, he didn't really give a damn as Kakarot looked at him with something that was almost fear in his eyes and he realized that he must have hurt him the first time, more than he realized, and he never wanted to hurt his mate. But in this he had no choice. Either him or Caradoc had to take the throne, had to produce an heir.

He'd fought too hard to give it up now.

"Kakarot," he said, moved closer, ran his hand over skin, "Trust me?" Only a fool would have said yes, but there was a nod in response anyway, and he opened his mate's thighs, leaned against him and their lips almost touched as he talked. "Enjoy yourself, enjoy what I'm going to do... And when I say come, you are going to come."

A shiver. The beauty of Saiyan bonding, he supposed, mystical qualities he could not understand, but his mate shifted under him, legs opened more readily, lifted up and rubbed against him. Could it really be so simple? Could he really change Kakarot's body just because he said so? What was the backlash?

Kakarot's hand went around his neck, pulled their mouths together and he massaged the open thighs, thought of how much he wanted his mate, let the smell drive down into him until his stomach was full of knots and his erection was heavy and pulse, brushed against the moistness of Kakarot's new entrance. Pressed forward and felt the parting of hot slick flesh, down into him until he gasped.

Kakarot pulled away, tipped his head back and closed his eyes, breathed for a moment and Vegeta waited, bit his lip and watched the quivering muscles, the sweat that broke out on perfect skin and then a gasp from his mate.

"Move..."

~~~***

"You know," it was his brother that appeared in splash of fancy lights, "What your doing is going to piss you off more than you are already." Like it mattered one damn bit what he was going to do. The relationship he had with Trunks was... Per, re, really, but it could withstand this sort of nonsense because Trunks understood that there were things you did in life that you never wanted to do again or never wanted to do in the first place and this was one of them.

"Bullshit, Goten," Vegeta said, "You're not doing it. Find someone else."

"Who?" he demanded flatly, "Who else do you know in this world that is just going to make with the happy humping because we tell them to?" They were just inches away from the exit from the palace, inches away from him being close enough to the duchesses to put an end to this whole cycle of King nonsense and in this moment he didn't give a rat's ass about it. Not one little rat's ass.

"We have a fucking time machine, Goten," Vegeta said.

"And?" He really loved it when he was told things that were painfully obvious. Because they were so useful in situations like this. Really. He could just puke with how grateful he was for his brother's unending wisdom at pointing out things that were already painfully obvious.

"Go get your mate, then fuck the duchesses. Or go get someone else that can do it. Or, find someone else here that can do it." Vegeta had that 'I'm the big brother I'm always right and you best listen' look on his face.

"How would going to get Trunks going to help me?"

A shrug was the response.

He felt like a fight would be a great way to end this conversation, a really good, really long beautiful and perfect fight would just be the best thing that he could possibly do at this moment. And feeling thusly compelled he punched Vegeta. Right in the face, heard the growl that followed and the brillant flash of light as they simultaneously decided to take this fight 'elsewhere' for now.

~~~***

Presta didn't like standing there, in front of the man she had always considered her grandfather (who turned out to be her 'great' grandfather) while he glowered at them. Real anger, not just anger that he was putting on for show because the three of them were responsible for the death of one Saiyan, the maiming of many others and there was no way they could claim self-defense for it all.

And it was not like Bardock could ignore what they had done, not this time. Because there were so many people that had seen it, had seen how it it had not gone and they were all on the side of the dead man.

What a time for Gohan to decide that he wanted to be a prick like her father. He just stood there, blankfaced next to his bloody mate while Bardock glared at them, and she could tell from the twitch in her grandfather's jaw that he was less than fucking thrilled about this devmentment of Gohan's 'I could give a shit' attitude.

Tuari was grinning behind his father. Because Gohan was in trouble, because she was free from him now or in this twisted world's definition she was free and she wasn't so sure that she was. Gohan was the first person that she had sex with, after all, and you were never really free from that. But sex had nothing to do with why they were here now.

Bardock looked at Caradoc finally. "Find a way," he said, turning his head back to Gohan, "Find a fucking way to get him shipped back to the Capital or he is dead in a week." Turned his back and walked away from them.

Presta felt her heart beat pick up as she turned and looked at them. Wondered then, as she watched Gohan's expressionless face turn and look at his mate, saw the connection that was brewing there, darker than she could have imagined the demi ever being. The throught struck her hard in the gut: How far was Gohan willing to go for this? How much of himself was he willing to lose?

"Call your father, Presta." Gohan looked at her and then deflated, sagged forward and down, crouched there in front of her and ran his hands through his hair.

"What the fuck can he dr usr us?" Caradoc demanded.

"Nothing," Tuari said, grinning all the more obnoxiously behind them, "There is nothing he can do, that's the point. You're going to die, Caradoc... They're going to rip you apart piece by bitty piece..."

Presta wanted to punch him, but she didn't. Felt apathetic towards the little bastard. Growing up in this world, growing up in the shadow of his older brothers could not have been easy for the bastard. Besides, he wasn't saying anything that they weren't thinking. Bardock would never execute any of his own men, but the Third class itself was more than willing to avenge a fallen fellow by murdering the one that fell them.

"Okay," Presta said finally. Nodded, concentrated on the bond that tied her to her father and her lip started to tremble. A whine formed in her gut and she wanted so much to cry as the panic started to overtake her and she was left shivering and whimpering, covered in cold sweat and unable to breath. Her eyes slid closed and there was a fantastic noise.

"STUPID MOTHER-FUCKING, WORTHLESS ASS..." Vegeta, her uncle, stopped, turned, and looked at them. Goten was panting next to him, hands balled up in fists that were tinged pink and bruised, his face was covered in rapidly healing bruises and his shirt was completely ripped apart.

"What the hell?" Vegeta asked.

"We have to go back to the palace," Gohan said.

"Why?" Goten asked, turned and looked at Tuari, then back at them, at her, looked confused but too angry to really think too much about it.

There was silence in response to that question. Complete nothing.

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Lil�Geta: This half chapter nonsense is...

Kaki: I agree.

Caradoc: Gasp!

Goten: *is still busy searching for virgin duchesses*

Vegeta: Thank Monkeys! I was afraid that lemon would go on! *sobs*

Ta: Oi. My father is so gay.

Gatta: You say that like it's a bad thing.
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