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A Prince Among Men
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WARNINGS
AND SALUTATIONS:
a.
No, DBZ isn’t mine. DBGT sure
the hell ain’t mine.
b.
Yes, this is technically an AU.
But all fanfiction is AU otherwise we would all be sitting around
reading different folks versions of the DBZ scripts.
c.
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 satisfy my own sick little
mind. Thus: SEX. SAIYANS. SLASH.
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Kakarot’s
skin was hot and dry under his fingers, smooth and vaguely dirty. But you didn’t live in tents with no floors
and stay clean all the damn time, so a little dirt was not that bad. Made him like the big baka more. Because Kakarot was a Saiyan, a real one,
that was driven by lusts for food and fight and sex.
He
pressed his finger into Kakarot, felt how unbearably warm he was inside, and
felt his power under his skin. Felt his
own power moving around—a lot of power—and he grinned, kissed the baka. Felt power the likes of which would have destroyed
Freiza, felt it and loved it and wanted more of it. Wanted Kakarot to feel this too—strangely, because he had spent
the majority of his life trying to be the best, trying to outdo everyone around
him—and he pressed another finger into him.
Oh,
he was still pissed at those twins.
They had been doing this for three days without telling him. Goten confessed it all, naturally, that the
disgusting goo was a special sort of healing that allowed the machine to work
faster, and also rose his power by infusing his whole body with its potency. Fine by him. He loved the results. Hated
that twin that had his name, but only a little. Because there was doubt there, doubt that maybe the little idiot
did in fact believe what he said.
Was
drawn back into the moment when Kakarot moaned under him. “Right there,” he managed to say through is
clenched teeth. So Vegeta rubbed the
place within him and watched him shift around on the bed, move back and forth
and squint his eyes. Apparently, he was
a bit vulnerable to pleasure.
He
used his free hand to slick his erection, felt Kakarot’s tail wrap around the
hand that was inside of him, and murmured in appreciation of this. Watched the legs open up and grinned.
“Oh,
stop it,” Kakarot said, “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?”
“No,”
he said, pressed his fingers into that place that made him wriggle. “Why, is there something you would like me
to do?”
Kakarot
started to breath with a bit more effort.
Shook his head. “No… You’re…
Perfect.”
“I
know.” Had enough of this verbal
bantering foreplay bullshit and pulled his fingers out. Pushed his erection inside of the baka. Felt like an idiot virgin boy, and had to
clench his teeth to keep from letting everything end right there.
“Even
more perfect now,” was the comment.
~~~***
Red
contacted her ‘Acting Captain’ that she left in charge of her division. Told him that she wanted their whole camp
moved to this planet and gave him exactly a day and half to make it that way
before she promised she’d tear his testicles off and feed them to
wildlife. Then—as if that was enough of
a punishment—she would shave his tail bald and have him prompted to the second
class. Needless to say, thirty-six
hours later, the entire 3rd class was sitting pretty on the same
planet, gawking at one another without any vague idea what the hell they were
doing on the same planet.
And
since her dear ‘almost-a-mate’ decided not to divulge ‘the plan’ until they
were good and ready, she sent her half of the division out toward the west,
Bardock sent his east, and when they met up on the other side of the planet
they were supposed to come back and report what they had found. That was nearly two weeks ago. The Prince—Goten informed them—was ready for
a real fight now. He and his brother
had been fighting the Prince everyday for nearly two weeks. Bardock had watched them for a while, came
back and told her that she thought once they were done, there was nothing the
future King wouldn’t be able to do.
Rage,
thusly, was not a large enough anger to sufficiently describe what went through
her. She could not say for sure what
exactly had happened to him. Bun>But
something had attacked Goten. Something
had tried to hurt him, and from the amount of blood on his brother, that
something had failed. But it had tried,
and she was more than willing and wanting to go and hunt down whatever it
was. Kill it and hang the mangled,
lifeless bodies up on spikes.
Didn’t,
because the poor older twin was here looking for Bardock and her to be the
parents. So she said : “Lay him
down.” Patted one of the cots in her
and Bardock’s tent. “Do you have the
dream-share ability?”
He
looked at her like he was drowning.
Nodded.
“Then
do that. Calm him down from the inside out. We’ll protect
you.” Watched him take the earrings off,
and he put his hand over the scar on his brother’s arm. Watched as he slipped into the catatonic
state. Remained motionless, and she
looked at Bardock.
“I
hope their dead,” Bardock said, clenched his hands into fists and shattered the
glass that he had been holding. His
hand bled, but this was Bardock—her Bardock—and probably didn’t even feel
it. “I hope he killed them.”
“We
have to” sh” she said, “Soon.”
Bardock
unclenched his fist to drop the shards of glass, and looked at her. “Why?”
They
had shown the Prince the way, he had to find the path himself.
“Yes,”
Bardock said, put his hand around her—the one that wasn’t bleeding—and he
sighed. Looked at the two of them
there, at how very identical they were, and how much they resembled their
parents. She felt pride move in him,
felt him trying to sever the ties of familiarity and love that he felt for
them.yes"> (Probably waaaay too much.)
Anyway, I do abuse Vegeta a lot.
(Because of all the characters, he strikes me as the one that is used to
dealing with shitty things happening to him, and he has that natural
determination that makes him so…
Determined?) Poor dear. I’ll be so glad when he reclaims his throne.
Hn. I had to put the Shirt in there. Would not be Goten if there was not at least
one shirt mentioned.
Jaygoose:
I
nearly blushed myself to death when I wrote that ‘Spank the Monkey’ line. I was like I cannot believe I just wrote
that. *sobs * Okay, I wasn’t nearly that bad.
Mostly I chuckled to myself about how I was clever. But I, unfortunately, am not a
dirty-language-using person. (Which
just means if my brother said it, I probably won’t ever say it.)
Victory666:
Uh… Will one of the beds/cots ever break? *thinks back over fics. * Oh!
Goku/Vegeta broke Goku’s bed in Hormone Therapy. (I think, I’m pretty sure.) And uh…
Trunks & Goten broke his bed.
(Again, I think, I’m not sure that’s factual) in Cross-eyed. Other than that…I guess only time itself
will tell. …But you’d think the beds
would break, don’t you? Must be why
they’re always having sex aler ter the place.
Don’t want to break their beds.
Oh! Oh!
I saw part of that movie where Cooler came back. I saw the part where…uh… Vegeta shows up and kicks him in the
face. (I love that.) And I saw the part where he had Vegeta &
Goku all hung up in those ki-sucker-repressor things, and they were just so
hunky and powerful that they overloaded the circuits. *goes all sparkly eyed *
I love it when the Saiyans kick ass.
Especially Goku & Vegeta. I
just.. LOOOOOVE It! *sings *
Erhem. Anyway.
Mondays are okay. I used to like
school, so Monday was one of my favorite days.
Now I’m like ‘Myeh. It’s better
than Wednesday’
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