A Prince Among Men
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AND SALUTATIONS:
a.
No, DBZ isn’t mine. DBGT sure
the hell ain’t mine.
b.
Yes, this is technically an AU.
Bul fal fanfiction is AU otherwise we would all be sitting around reading
different folks versions of the DBZ scripts.
c. &nb
I firmly believe that all Saiyans are potty-mouthed, overly horny,
overly muscular men that get in fights, have tons of sex and eat all the time,
while cursing. I also believe that
Homosexuality is not bad, and write about it to say myy my own sick little
mind. Thus: SEX. SAIYANS.
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THAT
STUPID IMP WAS GOING TO BLEED TO DEATH UNDER HIS FISTS.
him. Three days of waking up in that
damned goo every three hours. Three
days straight of that. Three days and
he was just now fighting back with any real competency.
taunting him. Goading him into rage the
likes of which he had never felt before.
Nothing
cruel. No cruelness in his words.
showed up half the way through the first decent effort (on the Princes part) at
a fight. The twin stood there and
watched him for a moment, looked at his brother and then the two of them
nodded.
Right
in the middle of blocking Vegeta, the imp reached into his pants pocket and
pulled out a set of cylinders. Told his
brother what they were, how to use them, and effortlessly blocked his attacks.
and set these cylinders into the ground, hit a button in the middle of them.
“Alright,”
Goten said, “Stop for a moment. We’re
going to take those piercings out.”
Then he stood there, and pointedly looked at his shirt.
More
power than he had ever felt in his life, much less harnessed himself exploded
all around him. He felt a strange sense
of diminished gravity, his hair hurt and stood up straighter.
off how much power I have,” he said, “Isn’t there a spy?”
are for,” Goten said. Looked
bored. “And now Geta is going to take
over for a few minutes.” Gave his
brother a sour look. Then moved away.
And
‘Geta—as his brother alone called him—sighed and looked less than pleased.
apologizing in advance. Its necessary
or I would never, ever do this to you.”
Then there was a pause that slightly hurt look left his face and he
changed to a growling, angry—superior—Saiyan.
“You think you’re good enough to fight the mighty King of Saiyans?” a
snort “You’re nothing but an undersized wimp.
Who the fuck would even think you were a Prince?
you go, didn’t you? Five years old and
you were already a fucking wimp. An
idiot. A disgrace to the name of
Saiyan. How dare you call yourself
Vegeta, asshole. I’ve seen better
qualified maggots…”
There
was something happening. Every single
word made his power spike. He felt his
whole scalp getting hot, and he clenched his fists, grated his teeth and didn’t
attack, wanted to so bad he could taste blood in his mouth, but didn’t.
rage. He became aware of his own
yelling because ‘Geta got louder.
“And
how easy were you to be rid of?! How
weak are you to scream the name of a 3rd class?!
rules and you don’t. And here you are,
every day, getting the sheat eat out of you!
What would your people think of you?
How dare you even think of killing the King. He is superior to you!”
That
did it. Whatever it was that was
supposed to be happening—happened. He
felt the break. Felt the rage go beyond
his ability to control it, and he exploded in it. Saw the sky turn yellow around him, felt his hands coming
together, focused all his rage there and screamed as it formed a beam.
straight through the stupid twin that had stopped yelling at him.
Then
there was a strange sensation, and he lost all that power in a moment.
secure bangle-lick repressors on his wrists.
“If you so much as try to attack me or my brother, I swear I’ll rip your
head off.” Then he gave him a serious
nod. Moved to his brother’s lifeless,
bleeding body, pulled the earring off the dead ear, and then off his own.
covered it, and there was a great, strange light—white and blue—and his
brother’s chest closed up, healed itself instantly, and he sat up, let out a
strange mangled scream and stared at his brother.
Looked
at Vegeta. “So it worked then.”
Goten
put the earring back on, handed his brother’s back to him.
was. “Well, Congrats, Princey-poo.
~~~***
the camp, because his grandson showed up and informed him that there was a new
print out waiting for him and it was imperative that he read it.
about this than him—were back at the camp.
Dismissed his oldest son from the duty, and pulled the print out out of
the envelope. Looked at it, at the
wrinkles on it, and sighed.
Because
there was the bastard king with the fucking icejins. Grinning.
He
should have realized only the icejins could be so cruel as to come up with the
rings they put on the Prince. And he
should have realized only their king would be so stupid as to team up with
them.
“What
the fuck?” Red said, took the paper from him, “I cannot believe this
shit.” Stared at it, and there was a
silent rage around her.
Which
was one of the reasons he admired her so much.
But, now was not the time for that.
If the King was ‘teamed’ up with the icejins that complicated things,
because now it not not just the King that needed to die, it was whatever leader
icejin was teamed with him. And any of
the lackeys they had with them.
Just
as well, considering his division was trained as well as any division could be
trained. He sighed and looked at
her. She was pregnant now.
them to be going at it like horny teenagers.
Which meantwas was time to bring the divisions together—against
orders—and inform the idiot masses that
they were going to do the unthinkable and team up with the Prince of Saiyans
against the King.
He
was pondering just how the hell he was supposed to prove that the Prince was
the superior when the twins came into the tent. Gave him a grin and a smirk.
“It’s all done,” Goten said, “We’ve got a very angry Super Saiyan
Prince. We’ll start training him
tomorrow.”
“Good.”
“Oh,
we know,” Goten said.
Red
interrupted them, as her grandson pulled the shirt—they both attempted to blend
in by wearing the ‘dress’ of the division.
Or at least the shirts over their own clothes. And when he pulled off that shabby outer layer there was a
strange shirt under, stretched over his chest.
“Does that say ‘Spank the Monkey?’” she asked. Pointed at his shirt that looked hand-written.
Goten
laughed, burst out into outrageous gales of laughter. Vegeta grinned and put his hand over his mouth.
“Why
are you laughing?” she demanded.
“Oh…”
Goten managed to say, put a hand on his ribs… “Oh…Kami…
just happy I got the translation right.”
“So
you meant it to say that nonsensical thing?”
He
nodded. Looked as if he was going to
burst out into laughter again. And
Bardock rolled his eyes. “So he’s a
Super Saiyan now. What about
Kakarot? Do you have any miracle cure
for him?”
Vegeta
looked at him and shook his head. “The
genius doesn’t want to get involved in his climb to power.
~~~***
Kakarot
looked up from his nap when Vegeta (the Prince) walked into the tent.
adopted. Then he sat down on the cot
next to him and just blinked. Looked
astounded. Looked like he had
sleep-walked his way here.
“Alright
there?” he asked.
There
was a dazed nod.
“Here
to sleep?” Most of the past three days
had consisted of him and his brother mapping out the plan to attack this
planet. Sending out the first waves of
them out to do it. But when Vegeta
showed up in his tent every day, there was some friendly banter, and he found
himself having unbelievable sex with the Prince. So, he saw Vegeta twice a day for the past three days.
Vegeta
blinked a lot. Looked at him.
you don’t want to fuck?” There was a
smirk there.
“Well,
you don’t look awake. Its no fun to
have sex with someone’s who sleeping.”
A
snort. “Only you would know that.”
“Oh,
whatever. I’m sixteen.
Fuck. What did you do?”
“Avoided
getting killed by my father.” And the
Prince stood up, moved over to him, ran his hands through his hair and tipped
his head back—was taller than him only because Kakarot was still sitting and
Vegeta was standing—and he kissed him.
Repeatedly, fleetingly, and then harder, opened his mouth up and invaded
him with his tongue. Pulled back and
looked at him. “I want to fuck you,” he
said.
Oh.
“Why
the change?” he asked. Wasn’t
protesting really, but Vegeta had mostly done the ‘here I am, aren’t I cute,
and yes I think you should fuck me you big strong man you’ thing.
Fingers
pulled on his clothes, yanked his shirt off.
He went to work at removing the Prince’s pants.
already aroused and erect.
“Do
I need a reason?” Vegeta asked. Pushed him
back onto the cot, knelt between his legs, looked down at him as he pulled
Kakarot’s pants off. Gave him a smirk.
“No,
I don’t guess you do.” He stretched,
grabbed the little bowl of salve and pulled it up, set it on his chest.
Vegeta
ran his fingers through the salve and pushed his legs up out of his way.
opening—reminded him in that instant that it had been a good year since he had
last done this.
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Gasp.
Krt: Thank
YOU!
Lil’Geta:
Aw… Mommy got all dominant.
Goten:
That’s a once in a story thing.
Krt: Mommy?
Goten: Just
ignore Vegeta, he’s insane
Vegeta: What do
you mean Mommy? Who calls me Mommy?
Goten: Hey
look! There’s Kaki’s ass just waiting
for you. Why don’t you go back and
finish what you started?
Okay, if I don’t respond to you, don’t be mad at me.
Jaygoose:
Adorable
is okay. I need to find a new word
instead of ‘nice.’ & You are that
good.
Getarian:
Aww.
Darn spoiler warning. That was a
cute moment of wondering. Lol.
doesn’t mean they have reasons for doing and knowing the things they do.
Anon:
Thanks
for reading!
Mechanical Butterfly:
cla class=MsoBodyText3> Everyone
likes Saima now that she’s hugged Vegeta.
Sheesh, if only that was all it took.
Heck, I wonder if I could haven’t gotten people to like Nuala again if
she had just hugged Vegeta. *Ponders
that for a moment before she has to duck the flying pots and pans from the
angry readers * Ooookay, obviously this
‘hugging’ thing is universal rule.
Sorry
for the short response. I’m tired too.
The Shadowfox420:
Thanks.
I was fairly certain that there was a Kooler. Wasn’t sure that my
‘source’ was right. I caught part of ‘the
return of cooler’ on Toonami. Wasn’t
sure that it was in fact Freiza’s brother.
Thanks for reading.
Chibi No Oujo
Oh,
I know how that downloading chapters thing goes. I used to have to do that.
So thanks for reviewing. Means a
lot. (I put one of his shirts in here ‘cause
I figured it just wouldn’t be Goten without the shirt.)
Tooties!