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.
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Kakarot’s
skin was hot and dry under his fingers, smooth and vaguely dirty.
and stay clean all the damn time, so a little dirt was not that bad.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.
to do?”
Kakarot
started to breath with a bit more effort.
Shook his head. “No…
Perfect.”
“I
know.” Had enough of this verbal
bantering foreplay bullshit and pulled his fingers out.
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.
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.
a real fight now. He and his brother
had been fighting the Prince everyday for nearly two weeks.
back and told her that she thought once they were done, there was nothing the
future King wouldn’t be able to do.
was in the middle of putting the final touches on the ‘battle plan’ with
Bardock when the tent was invaded by a set of twins. One of them very, very pissed and the other one unconscious.
emanating an undercut sense of real panic.
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.
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.
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.
they need to leave,” she said. Felt a
sadness. Because she really did like
these two. Liked knowing that they were
her blood. Liked knowing that all that
power they had was inherited from her son (and the Prince, but as a mother, she
was biased.) But they should not be
here. Weren’t from her world, weren’t
from this time, shouldn’t have come back, but they did, and now that they were
here, they were working so hard to make things right. That loyalty would keep them at their mother’s side until he was
King. But, that was not how it should
be.
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. “They need to find their way back
to their real parents.”
~~~***
Saima
found Radditz at the edge of the camp.
He was just standing there, glaring at the sun as it set in the sky,
made everything orange and purple and disturbingly beautiful.
and besides a ruffling of his tail, he gave her no reaction.
It
had been weeks since she talked to him.
Had spent most of her time keeping an eye on that spy Goten had told her
about. Now that spy was drugged out of
his gourd, spouting something or another about how beautiful the daisies
were. (THE DAISIES! He kept
yelling. What a freak.)
and told her that he should stay in that state for about three weeks.
“Who
made you fertile again?” was the question.
Which just drove home the point that she had all but consciously ignored
him for a long time.
“Goten,”
she sighed, took a rather large amount of pleasure to see his tail come
unfurled, twitch and then curl back around his waist in annoyance, “And he’s
the father.”
“Why?”
Radditz asked.
“Because
he offered.” She couldn’t very well
tell him the whole truth, seeing how this child inside of her was the product
of deal between her and Goten. A child
for her silence and help. Still, she
felt bad for lying to him, even in passing, because it clearly hurt him.
He
didn’t say anything else on that subject, and she didn’t honestly think that he
would. But she also knew that the twins
were leaving soon. Goten had come and
found her that morning—after poisoning the spy (THE DAISIES!)—and informed her
that should it get around, he had in fact not been raped, and he was not a
coward, that he and his brother were going to leave, but not because they were
afraid for their virtue.
Raped.
they wore would make them vulnerable to attacks of that nature.
rings off they were as helpless as newborn children. She had been shocked into silence when she wished she had asked
questions. He gave her a hug and kiss
and said he would come back to see the baby.
But
he wasn’t gone yet.
Bardock and Red and his brother. They
were working on Bardock’s master plan, and she wanted to know nothing of it.
it and wasn’t even sure she wanted that to happen. Respected the Prince now in a way that she never thought she
would, because he was really a Saiyan under all the pomp and prestige of his
office. But she wasn’t so keen on
taking on the mutated Icejin freaks and the King of Saiyans.
“What
are you going to name it?” he asked.
“Don’t
know.”
“Who’s
going to help you raise it?”
That
was a big question, because you couldn’t handle a Saiyan child by
yourself. It just was not
possible. She had figured that if
Radditz, his brother and Bardock didn’t chip in she would just figure out a way
to do it herself. (Don’t know why she
thought Bardock would help her, but Goten hinted that she could probably count
on him to be there for her.) “I thought
you would, probably. After all, I am so
cute that I make you sick.” Which was
an old joke. It was what he had said to
her way back when they had their affair.
‘You’re so cute you make me want to puke.’ And it had been a great thing to say.
“Hn.”
“I
mean… I could always ask Kakarot.
“He’s
an irresponsible asshole,” Radditz said.
But he was smiling, vaguely. And
she knew that didn’t mean it. Would
adamantly declare that he meant exactly what he said, but for now, she did not
question it. Just let him say it, let
it hang between them like that, and sighed.
“Well,
then, I guess you’ll just have to.”
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story and you haven’t read ‘Cross-eyed’ or any of the ‘Hormone Therapy’ stories
(Like Group Therapy) and you want to know what happened to Goten & Lil’Geta
in detail, then go to Group Therapy and there is a chapter called ‘Interlude
The Memory’ and that explains it all from their POVs.)
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>If you feel like you’ve been cheated out of a lemon,
raise your hand.
Krt:
Oo! Oo!
I do I do!
Lil’Geta:
Goten, I do believe we’re being kicked out of the story.
Goten: Well,
I do have to go find Trunks’ nice ass.
Krt:
Hey! Why ask about the lemon if
you weren’t going to WRITE it?!
Vegeta: *is
annoyed that Krt is being annoying *
*grabs him, tosses him to the ground, strips him naked and screws him
silly. *
Krt: Hey!
I’m silly now!
Lil’Geta:
Hn. You seem exactly the same as
before.
Mechanical Butterfly:
You
can pretty much bet that anything Goten pulls out of his pocket is something he
invented.*sniffs air *
*sniffs more * no.
Yeah,
and everyone (who read Cross-eyed) knows that Vegeta (lil’geta) is afraid of
dying. So he must really like his Mommy
to let Prince Vegeta kill him like that.
*Pats Lil’Geta and promises to give him lemons. *
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.
Hn.
one shirt mentioned.
I
nearly blushed myself to death when I wrote that ‘Spank the Monkey’ line.
that. *sobs * Okay, I wasn’t nearly that bad.
Mostly I chuckled to myself about how I was clever.
dirty-language-using person. (Which
just means if my brother said it, I probably won’t ever say it.)
Victory666:
Uh…
Goku/Vegeta broke Goku’s bed in Hormone Therapy.
Trunks & Goten broke his bed.
(Again, I think, I’m not sure that’s factual) in Cross-eyed.
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!
I saw part of that movie where Cooler came back.
face. (I love that.)
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!
Erhem.
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’