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Pure Evil 4: A New Evil	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil 4: A New Evil

By Sefiru

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Pairings: Kakarott x Vegeta

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, anal, oral,
BDSM, bondage, violence, language, pure evil.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott. Long
live the King.

Pun_xy: you know, �Whipped Veggie�
sounds like something from the Gallery of Regrettable Food ^^;

Xero Sky: I take it as a compliment that you keep
reading even though you don�t like everything; I know I can�t write to please
everyone. I never liked those �Vegeta is a wilted flower� fics
either, and I can�t help thinking that the people who write them just don�t
understand what really makes a submissive tick, and fall back on stereotypes. ::madly restrains urge to write term paper on this topic:: It
is my personal biggest pet writing peeve ever. Re homework: you�ll get to see
whose fault that is in a few chapters.

Macha: I�ll bet your dreams weren�t inflicted by an
evil telepath, though. I�ll let you in on a secret; the plot has been here all
along � a good plot must be thickened gradually so as not to ruin the flavor
(doing it wrong causes a strong smell of cheese).

Kit-kit: yes, so close � Kakarott will make it up to him.

This chapter: Vegeta arrives at the third fleet. Plot
happens.

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Chapter 11: Trap

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�� Although
frustrating, the dream interlude with Kakarott has been good for me; our
psychic interloper hasn�t been back since then, and I sleep like a rock. I�m in
a good mood, and looking for a little
entertainment, so I direct a series of ever-more-fiendish training exercises.
The crew hates me, of course. I don�t care.

�� Nine weeks. We�re
coming up on the third rendezvous, and whatever trouble Bardock foresaw is
waiting for us there. I can hardly wait. My tail flicks cheerfully as I order
the ki sensor launched; it does its work even faster
than the first time, and we have a fix in less than five minutes. As the Gara flies
closer, we can see that the �fleet� now consists of two clouds of metal debris
and one intact and inhabited colony ship. The kis are
all too weak to be adult Saiyans, except for a
handful that range from high Saiyan normal up to
Cell�s level. Fantastic. While they�re at it, they
could paint �TRAP� on the hull in three-storey flaming letters. �Helm, bring us
alongside. I�m going in.�

�� The initial scout
team consists of a trio of human scouts, myself, and Gohan. Possibly not the most strategically sound plan, but
nothing can keep the two of us from being first on the scene. I turn to the
humans. �Ready?�

�� Their leader nods
her equine head. Shapeshifters, all of them; as the
airlock slides open, they transform into bats and flit past us into the gloom
of the unlit ship. I stalk after them. I�ve decided to first try to locate one
of the stronger ki sources; I could swear some of
them are familiar, but I can�t place them. Adding to that, all but one have been ki-suppressed, leaving
us with a single bait to follow. We�ll see who traps who.

�� The trail leads
us to the doors of the main training hall. Our bait is the only ki visible inside but that doesn�t guarantee anything. Taking
no chances, I charge through the door as it opens; sure enough, I run smack
into a squad of concealed fighters. They look almost Saiyan,
except that their hair is white and they have red markings on their faces. Oh
yes, and they�re attacking me. Through the commotion I can see my objective
chained to a pedestal across the room. He looks like nothing so much as a giant
pile of hair � it can�t be � he lifts
his head. We recognize each other at the same time.

�� Lord Vegeta!
Stay back, it�s a trap!�

�� Tell me something I don�t know.� I punch
one of the quasi-Saiyans in the face. Gohan takes a look over my shoulder.

�� Is that Raditz?�

�� Hn. Go fetch him,
I�ll keep these idiots busy.�

�� Sure, hog the
fighting.� I don�t deny it. The white-haired freaks are stronger than the
average Saiyan, and they just won�t lie down. A dozen
at once is just the right amount of challenge. Gohan
cuts Raditz loose, he stands up, staggers a few
steps, and crumples. Either injured or drugged. Gohan
drags him over to me. �May I suggest we blow this joint?�

�� And I was just
getting warmed up.� I wrap my tail around their arms for the necessary contact
and press fingers to my forehead and one training bay is replaced by another.
Good thing I got Kakarott to teach me that. I hit the intercom, �Bridge, we�re
clear. Undock and pull back a ways.�

�� Yes, my lord.�

�� Gohan, take this lout to sickbay. I want to ask him some
questions.�

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�� I
decide to take a meal and shower while I�m waiting. The soldiers I fought
disturb me; they probably are Saiyans, but under the Tuffles� possession � and that makes me wonder why Raditz was left alone, and if Brolli
will be affected or not. If the same entity is responsible for this and my dreams,
I may have to kill them, bring them back to life and kill them again. Not that
that would be a bad thing, really.

�� I�m drying my
hair when my door bell chimes; the ki outside can
only belong to Raditz. �Come in.�

�� The door slides
aside and we look each other over. Raditz is much the
same as always, ridiculously long hair trailing to his knees, pants-less armor
and those red bands on his arm and thigh � the mark of a Prince�s servant. He
looks thin, though, what have those bastards been feeding him? He also has frizz
on his tail but that must be because he hasn�t found a brush yet.

�� He�s studying me
as well � staring at my tail, which I suddenly realize is waving back and forth
in amusement. I lift an eyebrow at him. �See something you like?�

�� He snorts. �Don�t
even go there. What happened to you, Lord Vegeta? I haven�t seen you with your
tail down since, well ��

�� Since Nappa still had hair?�

�� Yeah.� He flops down on my reading bench. �You�ve changed.
But not really � it�s like you�re more, you. Or something.�

�� Inarticulate, but accurate.� I lean against the edge of my
desk. �A lot has happened.�

�� Is � that a
claim collar?� I smirk and nod, and his mouth hangs open. I make a mental bet
on how many times I can make him do that today. �Who the hell would you allow
to claim you? The Legendary Super Saiyan?�

�� Hn. It�s a long story; you first.
What are you doing alive?�

�� Damfino. They told us they
brought back all the Saiyans who fought the King, so
that we could lead a rebellion against him. There was me and Nappa, and the pirate, and the meathead and his psycho
father. Then Nappa pissed off the meathead and he
flattened him; they separated us after that.� Typical, of Nappa and Brolli. �I don�t
get it, though. I told them I�m a loyal Saiyan and I
never fought any King.�

�� Perfect straight line, thank you Raditz.
�Technically you did. He wasn�t King at the time.�

�� Huh?�

�� I have only one
question, Raditz. What ever made you think kidnapping
a Saiyan�s child was a good idea?�

� ��A second face drop.
�What � that�s � you can�t be serious! He�s dead!�

�� Look who�s
talking.�

�� He makes a face.
�So you and him � but I can�t believe it. He�s such a
moron!�

�� I chuckle; his
eyes nearly pop out of his head. �He had me suckered with that routine for
years. I swore I�d kill him for daring to reach Super Saiyan
before me without two brain cells in his fluffy head. You should have seen my
face when I found out the truth. In the end, he took me without a fight.�

�� But you�d never
trust anyone enough to submit to their claim. It�s impossible.�

�� As I was when he
knew me, it�s true; it was Kakarott who taught me how to trust. Conveniently, I
have evidence. I pluck the video screen from my desk and cue up one particular
picture. It�s from one of our many family cookouts; in it, I�m fast asleep with
my head on Kakarott�s lap. My tail is wrapped around his hand which is resting
on my flank, and he�s aiming an irritated look at the camera disturbing us. I
hand it to Raditz. �They say a picture is worth a
thousand words.� And then, as his mouth hangs open a third time, �If you do
that too much, it�ll stick.�

***

Vegeta: Here�s a history book to bring you up to speed, Raditz.

**WHAM**

Raditz: (eyes giant book) I was
only dead for twenty years, right? � And why is it all in pictures?

Next chapter: Raditz meets Gohan, and Vegeta shares a phone call with Kakarott. Lemon!
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