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Vegeta Doth Protest Too Much	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12529 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Vegeta Doth Protest Too Much

By Sefiru

Pairing: G/V

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: D/s, Yaoi

Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragonball Z and I make no money, only lemonade.

Pixelgoddess: Aw, shucks. *blushes* I do my best.

Velvet: if there’s a message in any of this, it’s that a master need not (and should not) be abusive. Pet fiction peeve of mine …

kit-kit: thank you!

animeslave18: you have a sick mind. I like that. ^^

Ashray: I bet you’re the only one who’s more interested in the Chichi plot at this point … don’t worry, I have a plan for Trunks (and Goten too).

Lizzie Shinkicker is the creation of SynthOrange, author of “Let’s Play Princess Maker 2”, and is used entirely without permission. (Go check out the LP, it’s hilarious.)

My update schedule may be a bit off in the next few weeks, due to new housing which may or may not already have internet. I’ll do my best to get the chapters out.

In this chapter: a little bit of everything.

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Chapter 10: The Law

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      Goku lounged on a folding chair next to the fire pit, gnawing on a slice of ham; the pig had been roasted to perfection and he hadn’t bothered to take it off the spit, simply reaching out to carve off bits with a cleaver as the mood struck him. Vegeta was curled in the grass at his feet, lifting his head from time to time to accept strips of meat from Goku’s hand.

      The former prince was still deep in the throes of sub-space. He hadn’t said a word beyond yes, master since they emerged from the play room; his purr was punctuated with tiny mewls of ecstasy, and he took the time between tidbits to lick and nuzzle Goku’s ankles. Vegeta probably didn’t know there was a word for the state he was in. All he knew was the hot, dark peace that soaked into his soul like the heat from the coals in front of them. There was satisfaction in this, in being without masks, the fullest expression of his core nature; the same thing that Goku felt when he cradled another in his power, the yang to Vegeta’s yin.

      By morning Vegeta would return to his normal state of mind. He would likely be disturbed, even frightened, by how deeply he had exposed himself. Yin and yang; each contained elements of the other – he would remind Vegeta that a submissive had strength at his heart, just as a master must have humility. Tomorrow, they would start training again.

      Tonight, though, he would enjoy the results of his seduction. He cut the slabs of bacon from the pig’s belly, sliced them quickly and tossed them on a griddle on the coals to crisp. The hams and loins were already gone; now he started on the ribs, removing each one in turn. He held one out to Vegeta, watching as he stripped the meat from the bone with his teeth. Eating without his hands was making Vegeta quite dexterous with his lips and tongue … Goku threw the bone into the bucket at the end of the fire pit, while Vegeta lapped water from his new porcelain drinking bowl. Tonight, Vegeta would sleep on the futon at the foot of Goku’s bed, covered by the blanket that Goku had given him. Goku didn’t know which was sadder, that Vegeta was so moved by such a small gift, or that he seemed to think the blanket was a luxury. What kind of life led to an attitude like that? Goku was almost tempted to wish Frieza back to life just so he could kill him again. Vegeta belonged to Goku now, and he would ensure that his little prince would never suffer for any lack or hardship again.

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     “Thank you for taking the time to see me, Mr. Cratchet.”

     “Not a problem, Mr. Son; you are one of my best clients, after all. And please, call me Bob.” The accountant shook Goku’s hand, and then nodded at the woman standing beside him. “This is one of our firm’s attorneys, Elizabeth Shinkicker. She’s taken something of an interest in your case.”

      “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Son,” she said. “That’s quite a shiner you have there, by the way.”

      Goku scratched his neck ruefully. As he’d predicted, Vegeta had used his fists to restore his sense of power. “Eh, it’s just a sparring injury. These things happen. Why does my case interest you?”

      “Let’s say I have personal experience with family troubles,” she said as they all sat down around Cratchet’s conference table. “I understand that your ex-wife tricked you into getting married in the first place?”

      “Yeah.” He briefly explained about his upbringing and how he hadn’t even known what a wedding was. “Later I agreed to marry her because I had promised, but I still didn’t understand that a married couple were supposed to be closer than just friends. And that’s all that Chichi was to me. It was going to end in divorce eventually; she just beat me to the punch.”

       Ms. Shinkicker was scribbling notes on a yellow legal pad. “Bob mentioned that you weren’t human. Is there really that much difference?”

      “Sure. I wish I’d known about it growing up, things would have made a lot more sense. For one thing, Saiyans apparently don’t form pair bonds between sexes; it’s more of a pack structure, a small group of males with various females associated with them. Sisters mostly stick together to raise the children.”

      “Hmm.” Cratchet tapped his pen against his lip. “That might not go over too well. Most people here believe that it takes two parents to make a child so two parents should raise it too.”

      “My father always said that I was handed to him by God,” Ms. Shinkicker said. “Of course, he was drunk as a skunk at the time.”

      Goku smiled. “I never said that males take no interest in their children,” he said. “In fact, I want to see about getting custody of Gohan.”

      “A countersuit?” Ms. Shinkicker made a note. “Anything else you think might be useful?”

     “Well, there’s the fact that by the traditions of my species, I was still a minor at the time I married Chichi.”

     Cratchet raised an eyebrow. “That makes quite a bit of sense.”

     “You can say it – I used to be a scatterbrained idiot.” Goku often found himself remembering his past actions and wondering how he’d ever come through alive.

     “That might help your case, if we can verify it as fact,” Ms. Shinkicker said. “Do you have anyone we can call as an expert witness?”

     “There’s Vegeta, but he’s pretty biased. Bulma can at least prove the not human part.” Goku considered. He could teleport to the monastery in the blink of an eye and return with Brossel just as fast, but Instant Transmission was a secret that he wanted to keep to himself until he really needed it. That was why he’d used a space pod for the last leg to Earth. “I’ll see what I can come up with.”

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Vegeta: the other other white meat. ^^

In the next chapter: to be honest, I have no clue. It will be in Vegeta’s POV and may involve lettuces. And smut.
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