Damn Traditions

Well apart from learning that someone had stolen some of my stories (as well as a few other list sibs) and put them up on their website to say they were their’s, it’s been a better week. The thief has been dealt with thankfully, and my Yugioh stories are mine again. My son is home and the house is back in disarray, and he’s up to my shoulders, and eight next month! Yes I see the world from Vegeta’s eyes too. I hope you enjoy this next piece… I’ll shut up now….

Damn Traditions continued…

Nappa had taken the time to explain to Kakarott what was happening at the palace. He merely shrugged and asked if they could get him some of the food from the wedding feast.

They used the rear entrance to get into the palace, there being too much happening to safely smuggle him inside any other way. Knowing that the boy was pregnant to the Prince and that Frieza was in the palace, made Nappa extra cautious. Even if Frieza knew the secret now, he must not learn that one of these was the Prince’s mate. The whole wedding was supposed to hide all of that.

Nappa quickly got them inside and into a guest wing that was shielded by everything, being on the same level as the dungeons. Leaving them in the care of his men, he went of to inform the King that he had the Prince’s mate.

By the time Nappa arrived, the mating battle had finished and Vegeta had dragged Aspaga off. The King was seeing to the last of his guests who were mainly drunken lords who had bones to picks with him about the deflowering tradition. They could speak about it because Frieza had long gone, though the King wondered if they would have kept their mouths shut about even if he had been there.

The King spotted Nappa and happily pulled himself away from the Lords, also motioning to his own guards to try and disperse them. He hurried over to the big man, knowing that he was enough to discourage anyone following him.

“My King, I have him downstairs as I was ordered,” began Nappa.

“Very good, make sure he stays down there.”

“Sire I must tell you, the boy is pregnant.”

The King looked up at the big man, “He is?”

“Yes, and apparently Frieza has learned of our secret. The bakas who took Kakarott took him to an outlaw planet; a spy learned of his condition and relayed that to Frieza. The spy also left a tracking device on the boy which led Frieza himself to him. So they have met, though Frieza does not know about his mating with the Prince.”

The King looked very angry at hearing that news. “Vegeta is occupied with the Princess; I do not want him disturbed. As soon as Frieza is gone I want the boy returned to the safe world. He is to be guarded around the clock. No more sparring, the child is to be kept as safe as possible. And the Prince is not to be told.”

“But sire—“

“No!” The King turned around fiercely. “The safety of this planet depends upon it. The Prince must not know where his mate is, nor that he is bearing a child to him. Who else knows of this?”

“The boy’s father, brother, the men that took him of course and he has acquired a manservant to care for him.”

“The boy’s father I can deal with, the brother—“

“I can take care of him, he is known to me, I can bring him into my guard Sire.”

“Very good. But that nest of vipers that took him will be much harder to deal with… Maybe I’ll let the Lords know who it was that ruined their little fuckfest, maybe they’ll go after those rebels for us.”

Nappa nodded. “The boy wants food, he eats like nothing I’ve seen, he’ll clean this place up for you Sire.”

“I’ll have the servants bring it down to the entrance, but you and your men take it to him, there must be no contact with anyone else in the palace, do you understand.”

“Yes Sire,” Nappa bowed. Then turned to leave.

The King moved to rid himself of the last of his guests, and make a suggestion or two to some of the less drunk of the Lords. He also had the servants start on clearing up and giving them the orders of where it was to go. Then he stood back alone thinking over the situation. Things were going better than he had expected. Though if Frieza had learned of their secret, the deal he had made was now more important than ever.

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Vegeta awoke on his belly, he knew that Aspaga was still beside him, but he did not wish to take her again. No, his groin was far more interested in the one he had been dreaming about. He could feel it against his belly, hard and eager, and there was a feeling… He pulled himself up and out of the bed. Grabbed a robe from a chair and left the room. He hoped he would not have to return to it again. While he loved to fuck, the Princess was not what he wanted. She was never what he wanted; only the battle she had given him had fueled his lust. His mind was on only one person. In ways he could not believe, he wanted only to fuck his mate, the third class clown that part of him despised. He found himself dreaming of him constantly, wanting him. Especially after taking him on the safe world, he was inclined not to want to take others.

Right now he just wanted to find his mate and be with him, his cock ached to be inside his body, he wanted to hear the boy crying out for him, making those sounds that only he could make as he was pleasured. Vegeta hurried into the bathroom and grabbed a hold of his cock, he leaned back against the wall as he fisted himself, his body rocking into his hand as he pleasured himself, cries escaping his lips as he pictured his mate in his mind. He came with a roar, cum streaming out of him and hitting the opposite wall. He fell to his hands and knees as he tried to get his breath back in control. In his mind he was cursing the baka for the effect he was having on him. This was not the way it was supposed to be. He didn’t want to have a mate, he didn’t want to have a mate that was a damn third class, but, Gods if he weren’t the best fuck he’d ever had in his life.

He got to his feet ignoring the mess he had made; servants took care of those things, and never spoke about it if they wanted to keep their lives. But he did not return to Aspaga, he went to his own room in search of clothing. It was very early, there was not that many about. No guests had stayed at the palace after the wedding; the King did not want to deal with the nobles and their disgruntlement with his rules. He found himself just wandering around the place. Following… something.

He had no idea he had wandered downward, but it came as a surprise when he found some members of his own guard standing before the doors of the secure guest’s quarters. Only guests the King wanted to keep from leaving, or from being seen by others were kept there.

Before the Prince got close enough one of them was through the doors, leaving the other to face the Prince nervously. But luckily for him, the other returned with Nappa as the Prince reached them.

“Nappa?” questioned the Prince. “Why are you here?”

“The King ordered me to guard this guest.”

“And who is this guest. I thought you were supposed to be looking for my mate?”

“I’m sorry, Highness, but the King gave express orders that no one was to disturb this guest. He had his own people busy and asked us to do so. He thought you would be too busy to be wanting us to guard you. And as to your mate… There has been no word.”

The Prince cocked his head. “Why don’t I believe you?”

“That is your privilege sire.”

The Prince stood there he could feel something behind that door, but he turned back moving fast back towards the royal quarters. If this was his father’s orders, he was going to find out what was going on.

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Kakarott rolled over in his bed and put his legs over the side. Buddabin was sleeping in the other bed in the room.

“What is it?”

“My mate is here.”

“How could you know that?”

“I can sense him. I know that it is him.”

Buddabin watched him disbelieving.

“He’s going away now. I wonder if he knows about the baby.”

“Are you sure he’s even going to care,” said Buddabin, “He has a wife to satisfy his needs now.”

“Aspaga? I doubt it. She was too strict. I don’t think the Prince would like that. She had this way of looking at me like I was dirt.”

“All the Elites look at us like that. To them we are dirt. I’m sure the Prince would think of you like that too.”

“He’s my mate. I’m going to have his child—“

“Kakarott, get it through your head. We are nothing to the Elites. They have never cared what happened to us. Why are we always the ground soldiers, the ones they send in first? Why do you think we are trying to get them to acknowledge that we are more important than that? Look at yourself, because of you there will be an heir to the throne, not some Elite female, you. But he married here and not you, she will be his acknowledged mate, not you. What do you think they’ll do with the baby? Do you really see them letting you raise it?”

Kakarott’s eyes dropped to the floor, he put a hand on his stomach as he listened to Buddabin’s words.

Buddabin could see that his words were getting through to Kakarott. He got up and moved over to the other, “I’m sorry, but it’s the truth. We mean nothing to them, neither will you.”

“But he came here.”

“And he went away. I’m going to see what’s going on, go back to sleep. I need to see what they have planned for us.”

“So you can tell Parzanip?”

“I can’t contact him. I messed up on the outlaw planet. I let the secret out. Now we are all in danger from the Icejins. Let me explain this, the Icejins hate us, they are more powerful than us, true, but there’s some legend about a Super Saiyan that scares the shit out of them. When they thought we were dying out, there was less of a chance of that Saiyan being born, now that they know about male birth…” Buddabin got up and went to the door. “I’ll let you know what’s going on Kakarott.”

He rolled back onto the bed and lay there looking at the ceiling. He hadn’t really thought much about the future of the child he was carrying. He hadn’t thought they might take it from him, he hadn’t thought about it at all. He’d never seen a male born child before; he hadn’t known it was possible.

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Buddabin came out to see Nappa coming in through the main doors. The big man seemed surprised to see him. “Kakarott said the Prince was here.”

Nappa’s mouth fell open. “How could he have known that?”

“So it is true. He can sense the Prince.”

Nappa nodded, “And maybe the Prince can sense him too,” he muttered.

“Did you say something?” asked Buddabin.

“We are to return to the safe world. More guards will be coming with you to make sure the heir is kept safe.”

“And they’ll do just that won’t they; they’ll make sure the child is safe. What else will they be ordered to do, kill us when it’s delivered?”

“Kakarott will not be killed, nor will any one else. If Frieze knows our secret, then every man will be needed to ensure the planet’s safety. The bearers, all third class, will have to be protected. Kakarott will not be the only one there soon, but he will be the most important. The King has ordered it to be so.”

“And what happens to them, who are they to be bred to?”

“I don’t know.”

“But I bet it will be the Elite class. They’ll be nothing by breeders.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

Buddabin turned pale, he didn’t ask anymore.

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TBC