mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> Radditz
found that once again, he was in charge of the main office. Bardock and Red (he could not remember a
time when he thought of his parents by Dad or Mother) were out in the great
wide wilderness of this new and beautiful planet, fucking their brains
out. Which left him in charge in his
father’s stead. Which meant, he was the
one sitting in the tent when the new communications from the Royal Office
printed out. He sat there for a long
time and looked at them.

Stared
at them.

Wondered
just what the hell kingking had to be thinking. Wondered how stupid one King of Saiyans could be before that
stupidity cost him the life of himself and his whole race. No wonder Freiza had come and thought he
could take over them. Because here the
King stood, perfectly posed and pretty, right next to the strangest, ugliest icejins
he had seen. Creatures—even as he
looked at them, he had to wonder if somehow they had mutated themselves—that he
felt unsettled just looking at.

A
new alliance, it seemed, a new way to get more advanced and take over yet more
of the universe. Radditz crumpled the
paper up and dropped it on the floor.
New that he shouldn’t have done that, knew that if someone from the
imperial palace came to investigate the place and found that paper so much as
smudged with dirt that his father would get a load of shit. Dropped his head to the table and tried to
think through the foggy sense of distorted reality that had now descended upon
them.

The
Prince—his father told him that the Vegeta kid was indeed the Prince—was with
them. Twins were here.

The
3^rd Division was being informed of new treaties and alliances with
creatures that had tried to kill the Prince (not that that mattered given King
Vegeta had ‘killed’ his own son now.)
Hell—the 3^rd class wasn’t even informed of Freiza’s existence
until after he was dead. So how long,
exactly, had the king been aligned with these monsters? The thought of it made his brain hurt, and
he was thankful that his part of the never-ending war was out here, where all
they did was fight and bitch and worry about themselves. He grabbed the paper off grouground, spread
it flat out on the table again, and grabbed the stupid folder thing that all
dispatches were stored in. Slid it
inside and resolved that he was not going to worry about it.

There
were cities and towns to take over and a world to destroy. That was his duty to worry about. Everything else went to his father.

~~~***

Because,
honestly, who gave a damn what you did in the bedroom (or tent, as it were)
just so long as you were having fun doing it?
Kakarot
had laid him out and stripped him, petted him from the tips of his hair to his
knees and sucked on his nipples—with the strange cold rings and that had proven
to be just as outrageously arousing as it had been the previous time—now he was
stabbing his fingers into Vegeta’s body, endlessly hitting that place inside of
him that made him want to scream. He
was pushing all of himself back against it, wanting more and more and harder
and faster, and what dim thoughts had survived the rush of unbelievable
arousal, were getting dimmer and more disconnected. He rubbed his erection against the body above his, whimpered and
pleaded and held his own legs out of the way—just so he could be helpful. Conceded that Kakarot was probably one of
the best at this, just like Saima said he was.

Smirked
as he thought briefly that he would just have Kakarot reassigned to the palace
when he became king.

Then
the fingers left him, there was an amused noise against his chest as he growled
in frustration over this emptiness, and then, he felt the head of the baka’s
erection against him—was rather happy he hadn’t kicked Kakarot in the balls
yet—and he sighed when he was invaded.
Felt his eyes close. Accepted it
all with a push of his hips back against Kakarot’s.

The
mouth left his nipple, and he looked at Kakarot as he bared his teeth and
hissed. “Shit,” he said, jerked his
hips tight against his. Panted.

Vegeta
grinned. Felt the strange way that the
emptiness—from that stupid regenerations tank—was filled right now. Felt the power under his skin rip through
him, like fingers caressing every single part of him with heat, and he panted
too. Was going to have to give that
idiot twin some sort of special commendation for his good work.

Watched
Kakarot try to keep his composure, watched him fail, saw his arms shaking even
as he tried to stay up, and Vegeta let his legs wrap around the Baka so he could
use his hands to give his poor neglected erection some quality affection. Saw that Kakarot was watching him doing it,
and loved the full body flush, the shine of sweat that made.

Moved
against every thrust into him and wanted more of it. Whimpered again. Grit his
teeth and tried to move his body faster—couldn’t because he was trapped between
the cot and baka, so he said: “More.”
Commanded it.

Had
his request immediately met with increased speed and force, and felt that this
cot was as close to breaking as it had ever been. His hand lost rhythm on his erection and he mindlessly thrust up
into his palm. Mindlessly rose his
other hand to Kakarot’s shoulder, clawed his fingers down into that skin. Rose blood and grinned at it. Wanted more blood to come.

“Fuck,”
Kakarot said—his arms finally gave out on him, and he was pressed flush against
Vegeta as he moved. Made it impossible
for either one of them to breath, but they kept moving, felt it rising and
peaking, looked at one another—no, stared.

use use
it was really unfuckingbelievable.

~~~***

Saima
was standing near the entrance to the camp when the twins made their way
back. Both of them dirty and bruised
and grinning. Even Vegeta, who was most
often known to scowl. They were chatting
back in forth in that language that only the two of them knew. But when they saw her, they waved—well,
Goten waved—and walked over to her.

“They
done?” he asked.

And
it occurred to her, in all the time she had been around them—about five or six
days total she thought, maybe more—that they had never slept. “Don’t you guys sleep?” she asked.

“Not
unless we have to,” Vegeta replied, “Its impractical. Especially here.”

“Guess
not,” Goten mumbled, when he heard the cries of ‘passion’ that were still emanating
from the tent in which the Prince had disappeared to have his liaisons with
Kakarot. “Hn.”

They
were odd people. Very odd Saiyans
indeed. Apparently voluntarily wearing
the rings that made them powerless, voluntarily here, because nobody—not even
Red—intimidated or controlled them.
They were twin Super Saiyans, she could hardly imagine who could
possibly strike fear into their hs, bs, but then, she didn’t know anythinboutbout them other than they were twins, they were male, they had scars, they were
Super Saiyans and she was bearing the younger one’s child.

“Hey,
Saima,” Goten said, “How do you guys get news from the palace?”

“The
dispatch system. Important news is
routed to the Captain and he keeps the printed pages. Why?”

“Nothing.”
Vegeta replied. Elbowed his brother in
the ribs and snapped at him in their language.
To which Goten replied something, showed his brother his middle finger
and then turned back to her.

“Thanks,
dear,” he said, “Unfortunately I’ve got a Prince to train.” He shuddered as he walked toward the tent.

Which
left Saima with the older twin. So she
shifted, didn’t feel as comfortable around him—because everyone knew that older
twins were the ones that would cut your fucking head off and yank your innards
out of your bleeding neck—and said: “If you wanted to see the dispatches I
could get them for you.”

He
gave her a brief smile. “Its not me
that needs to see them.” As if he
already knew what was happening on the home-planet half a galaxy away. So just rolled her eyes. Saw that he was amused by this, and then
snapped at him again.

“Just
what do you find so damn amusing?”

“Nothing,”
he said, held his hands up as if to say he was not trying to start a
fight. “I meant no offense.”

Then
Goten burst out of the tent, hauling the Prince by his hair—said Prince was
fighting to get his clothes adjust properly—and he was saying in a rather
annoyed voice that he had “Given you two hours! What the hell did you do with all your time exactly?!” And he dragged him right out of the
camp.

“He’s
going to get the two of you beheaded,” Saima said sadly, “If the Prince doesn’t
order it, Kakarot will do it.”

“I
wouldn’t worry too much about his head,” Vegeta said, “Now if you will excuse
me.” And he walked away from her. To go off and do something that had
something to do with whatever purpose the two of them served in this strange
plot that Bardock—she was certain he was behind it all—had concocted.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***

Vegeta: I am
pleased to see I am not a prude

Krt: I don’t
think Saiyans can be prudes

Goten:
You’ve obviously never met the same Saiyans we have.

Krt: Well,
your brother never seems to get laid.

Goten: Gee,
what a coincidence, neither does yours!

Radditz: shut up.

Lil’Geta: Its
useless, it’s better to just ignore him.

WARNING; SPOILERS CONTAINED IN THIS RESPONSE.

Getarian:

*Jumps
up and down and throws confetti and lemon lolli-pops to all the surprised
kiddies * Oh! Oh! You! *Still hopping around tossing real lemons
now and more confetti and singing like a happy bird of some form. * Oh, you silly! That’s EXACTLY right.
(Almost.) You see, it can’t be ‘King
Cold’ because technically I said that he’s dead. BUT, If I got the right information (and I might not) Freiza had
a brother Kooler. If he doesn’t have
one in the show, I’m adding one on.
*Goku wanders up to the commotion and picks up a lemon lollipop. Mmmmmmmmmm, he says. * *Card sighs in happiness. * Yeah!
I was so hoping folks would connect the ‘something about their childhood’
to Cross-eyed’s recounting of the ‘ice cave’ incident and the whole ‘icy beings’
~I justify them being called that because neither Goten nor Vegeta had seen an
icejin when they were five and thus did not know what they were.~

*Gives
Getarian a big ‘ole blue ribbon. *
Great going!