Damn Traditions

Well another week has passed, and things haven’t changed much. My son was suspended again a day after going back to school. At least now the school is pushing for help for him. If I didn’t have anime and the voices I love to keep me going, I don’t know what I’d do. They help inspire me to write, which in turn keeps me sane. I still haven’t gotten over how many hits and reviews I’ve gotten for this. Some of my Yugioh’s never got a single review and only a couple of hundred hits. So to me this is awesome. But like I said earlier I don’t write for them, though I agree with a fellow writer, that a getting some kind of feedback helps keep to juices going. I’d finish this story even if I never had another review, because the one thing I really hate in fan fiction, is an unfinished story, and that includes my own. So I thank you again for reading, I’m glad you are sticking with it too. I have no idea how long it’s going to be, I have an idea of what I want to do, but sometimes the freeflow changes things a little. I will say one thing, I am trying to fit my other favorite DBZ couple in here somewhere, that being Piccolo and Nail. (Yes I’m still thinking about Rent, but I still haven’t fixed it yet.) I’m sure I’ll figure it all out sooner or later. And I’m sure once the weather is a little warmer I’ll get more writing done, just another month of Winter to go. Anyway this is turning into a story in itself, so on with the show. Vegeta reverts back to his old personality.

Damn Traditions continued…

To say that Aspaga was not livid when she learned that her husband had gone off with his mate was an understatement. She was now known to be more feared than the Prince when he was in a bad mood by all the servants. And if there was a third class anywhere, they would be lucky to still be alive. The King had any third class guards at the palace moved to outside the palace to save them. Then he hid himself in his office to escape her wrath.

Of course she was not the only one he was trying to keep away from. Frieza had left to terrorize someone else, but he had left behind one of his henchmen, Zarbon. Zarbon in turn was bothering the King on a daily basis, wanting to know when he was going to make good on the deal they had made. Knowing Vegeta’s mate was pregnant did not help; he hadn’t made up his mind on what to do about that knowledge. To hand over his son’s child would mean safety from the Icejins. If the third class had become pregnant so soon, he had to be fertile, they could have others.

He sat at his desk pondering his problems. Suddenly his door was smashed open by a Ki blast, an angry Aspaga barged in. “I will not be ignored!” she screamed as she came up to his desk and slammed her hands down on it.

He wanted to shrink back in his seat, but that would not help the situation. He though quickly. “Is that really the kind of behavior that comes from being pregnant?”

Her eyes narrowed at him, “So that’s why the tiny little bastard disappeared with his trash. He got the slut pregnant didn’t he?”

“My son has impregnated his mate, yes.”

“So now I have to mirror him, don’t I? Why? Why is this so important to you? It’s more than just having an heir… Funny that Frieza has left, I heard he was not going to leave until he had us around his finger. His minion Zarbon is the only one here and I hear you’ve been avoiding him too. And you seem to have not made much of a fuss about the Prince leaving. Where are they—oh no don’t tell me—you sent them to where you sent the rest of the Elite females again. You don’t want the Icejins to know about the third class males that can get pregnant, so that’s why you sent him there in the first place. Hide him away so he can’t embarrass you. But Vegeta can’t stop thinking about him, can he? He didn’t want me, but he’s your son and he did his duty to you by marrying me. He only wants that trash third class; he’s become bound to him, hasn’t he?”

The King templed his fingers before him as he leaned on the desk looking at her. “I never thought you were a stupid one, Aspaga. Very well. If I am to stop you from ruining everything for us, I will let you in on my plans. I have not even told Vegeta of this. But I did make a deal with the Icejins. Frieza said he would leave us alone if I gave him an heir to the throne, I agreed to it.”

“So the child that the third class carries is to be sacrificed for the good of the Saiyan race?”

“Yes.”

She stood back looking smug. “I will have many demands during my condition. I’m sure you will have those demands met.”

The King sighed; the bitch had him by the balls now. “Fine. But I want none of this to get to the Prince.”

“Let him play with his slut for all I care. I will play the faithful pregnant Princess as long as I never have to see the slut again. If he sets foot on this planet again, I will kill him as is my due as the Prince’s wife.”

The King nodded.

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It seemed after every sparring session the pair had no control over themselves. The Prince would be on top of his mate and grunting as hard as he thrust, the other moaning as he met each thrust. It didn’t matter if there were others in the sparring room at the time, they were tuned only into each other, nothing else mattered. Vegeta came with a cry over his mate as he knelt on the ground above him. Kakarott followed a few seconds later. Vegeta pulled out and fell onto his back on the floor. Kakarott carefully rolled over and did the same. The slight swelling around his belly much more evident now. Sated the Prince looked over at his panting mate, eyeing the swell seeing a slight twitch or two from it.

He laughed and leaned up to put his hand over where the twitching was. “It seems the young one is a true Saiyan already, Kakarott. He hasn’t finished his session yet.”

“You should feel it from my side, Vegeta. And whoever said it was a boy anyway? I might birth a girl you know.”

“A new Elite female, just what I need,” Vegeta let go and fell back.

“I wouldn’t allow any daughter of mine to be like, them.”

“You’d have no say in it, Kakarott.”

He sat up and looked down at the Prince. “Why not? She would be as much my daughter as yours. I should have a say in how she is raised.”

“You are forgetting yourself Kakarott. You are third class scum. You will not be raising our children.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Kakarott had gotten to his feet and was standing over the Prince with his hands on his hips.

“Exactly what I said, you may be my mate, but you will not be raising our children. You will remain here and I will visit you when the time is right.”

“So Buddabin was right. I mean nothing to you other than a vessel to carry your young. Someone to fuck when you feel like it. Well find someone else to fuck; I’m not letting you touch me again.”

“We are bound baka. You cannot resist me as much as I can resist you. You will come to the point where you will ache for me to be inside you, you will beg me to take you.”

“You said you would not take the child from me!”

“So I lied. I’m good at that.”

Suddenly the Prince could feel the build up of power coming from his enraged mate. He saw several others in the room turn to look at him; one or two put a scouter over their eye as they watched him. Vegeta quickly got to his feet with a smile on his face. This was the first time he had gotten his mate to reveal any of his hidden power. With their bond he was able to feel it strengthening, he had no need of a scouter to know it was growing. He could however see the shock on the faces of the other guards as they read what was coming up from the naked third class. In fact he saw first one, then the other blow up on the men’s faces before they were thrown to the ground so they weren’t burned.

“I won’t let you take my child!” shouted Kakarott as the aura of power around him began t take on a red glow.

Vegeta himself took a step or two back. No third class was supposed to reach that level. He had surpassed the second class’ there in the room.

“You are bearing the heir to the Saiyan throne, what do you expect. That it would stay here with you? Can you raise a Prince? Do you have any education at all? The best you could do is teach our child is how to fight, and I think even I would be better at that than you.”

He felt the power rise a little higher, then all of a sudden it all fell away. Kakarott turned and walked away without looking back.

Vegeta watched him, wondering why he had not risen to the bait. He looked about at the others; he could see the shock on their faces. “You, any of your breath a word of this to anyone and I will kill you, understand?”

He saw them all nod, then he turned and stormed off himself, returning to the room that had been set aside for him. He had not used it until now, but he had the feeling Kakarott was not going to be approachable for a while at least. Yet he grinned to himself. The baka had revealed some of his hidden strength. He was stronger than a second class. He had been trying to figure out how best to test his mate, and now quite inadvertently he had done so. But Kakarott had stopped himself, who knew how far he could have gone if he had pushed it.

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Buddabin watched as Kakarott came in completely naked, with evidence of why he was naked running down the back of his leg. The pair was insatiable.

Kakarott went to his bed turned and fell back on it looking at the ceiling. “You were right Buddabin. Everything you said to me was completely right and I didn’t want to believe you.”

“I’m sorry Kakarott. There was a rise in power out there, who was that?”

Kakarott leaned up to look at him, “You felt that?”

“Did you piss off the Prince or something?”

“No, he pissed me off. I got really angry at him.”

“That was you! Kakarott, I usually can’t feel the power of a third class, only a higher power…”

“Vegeta says I suppress my power. I didn’t know I could. And I only got angry at him that was all.”

“I wouldn’t want you angry at me, Kakarott. Go and shower, you got his cum running down the back of your legs, it’s probably all over the bed too now.”

“Yes mother.”

Buddabin’s eyes rose to the ceiling. “Since I became your manservant I have to clean up after you, no one else here will.”

Kakarott smirked. “Oh well it gives you something to do, doesn’t it?”

Buddabin picked up a towel and managed to snap it at Kakarott’s ass connecting.

“Oww,” screamed the big Saiyan. “That hurt. I thought you didn’t me to be angry with you.”

Buddabin snapped it again, connecting a second time, “Call me mother again and I’ll take you over my knee.”

Kakarott ran into the shower rubbing his sore rear, damn if Buddabin didn’t have good aim.