Damn Traditions

Another piece of my little story, or should I say that. I had to print it out so I could check some details, and it came out to 51 pages and that was before this bit, on U.S. letter. We use A4 mainly in Australia and I usually have it set up like that, but I forgot when I printed it at work on my Xerox photocopier (I can print to my big babies well one of them would fit in a room by itself.) Anyway there are some interesting developments going on, especially with the King…that’s all I’m saying. So enjoy… Thanks Kit Kat! And thank you all for still reading!!!!

Damn Traditions continued…


“So finished playing with your bitch,” said Aspaga as she looked at her husband across the table from her.

Vegeta slammed his fists down on the table and growled.

“Enough the pair of you,” said the King. “While you are in MY palace you will to as I say. And I say you are to act the part of husband and wife, no matter what your feelings for each other are.”

“As long as I don’t have to hear anything about that third class—“

Vegeta growled once again and this time his father slammed his hands down on the table. “You do not tell me what can and cannot be said in MY HOME! Or shall I send you back to the safe world and you can live with the fact that he’s there too!”

Vegeta grinned as he watched her slap her mouth shut and lowered her eyes.

“Better, now act like the Princess I have made you,” he trained his eyes on his son, “And you, I have things for you to do now that you are home. Seems the third class is growing even more dissatisfied with their lot. They don’t seem to like the testing they are being out through so that we can insure the future of our race. You and your men can get out and find out what they are up to.” He sighed heavily then eyed the pair of them, “And I am going to make the announcement about our impending heir. I understand your mate is beginning to show his pregnancy?”

Vegeta sat down and folded his arms across his chest, “Yes.”

“Then you Aspaga must begin to look the same, I understand you have plans in that regard?”

“Yes Majesty, I have an aged second class nanny who has made a bump to imitate the various stages of pregnancy, she will also care for the child when it arrives.”

“You trust her?”

“She’s old; she will do as she is asked.”

“Very well, there will be no feuding between the pair of you anywhere where the public or even the servants here at the palace can see you. You will both attend when I make the announcement, I want to see civility between you at all public events. I want everyone to believe completely that Aspaga is indeed pregnant to you, that we have a female born child coming. No one must know the truth. I have brought your mate’s father into the palace to work for me, so that closes that, but you must find that rebel who kidnapped your mate and destroy him and his followers. Too much is as stake here.”

“But the Icejins know we have males capable of giving birth,” said Vegeta.

“That may be so, but this child will appear female born. And if any of the other bearers I have sent to safe world become pregnant I will bring home more of the females and mate them to other nobles and have them appear the same way.”

“Become pregnant to whom?” demanded Vegeta.

“The guards there will be replaced with a team of Eunuch guards I am training at the moment, when the bearers come into season I will send nobles there to impregnate them.”

“Any of them go near my mate and I’ll kill them.”

Aspaga was about to open her mouth and there was fire in her eyes, when the King laughed, silencing her. “Protective of him are you?”

“No, he is my mate and I will not tolerate anyone touching what is mine!”

“Oh, and if I slept with someone other than you?” asked Aspaga.

“I don’t give a damn who you fuck with, I won’t be touching you again, you and I are not mates.”

“You bit me, you drew blood!”

“I may have drawn your blood but I did not taste it, on that I learned my lesson with Kakarott. He and I are bound, woman. That is something you will never have with me.”

She sat back fuming, “You know I can’t if I am to appear pregnant to you and not give away the secret. I can’t sleep with anyone that doesn’t know.”

Vegeta got up to sleep, “There always the old man.” He didn’t look back to see the calculating look on her face, or the look of absolute horror on his father’s. But he grinned.

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“Princess Aspaga, it’s so wonderful to hear your news, I’m sure you must be very proud to be carrying an heir to the Saiyan throne,” the handsome blue skinned Icejin Ambassador said.

She turned to look at him, pleased to find him a little taller than her so she did not have to look down like she had to Vegeta. “Ambassador Zarbon. Thank you, yes it is.”

“He doesn’t seem to be attending you as a husband should,” he remarked smoothing back a stray lock of his long green hair.

Aspaga smiled, “I shouldn’t say but it was an arranged marriage. All they wanted was an heir. Vegeta seems to prefer… other company.” Her look darker with her last words.

“Other company? Oh you mean the rumors are true, he has another lover, a male lover?”

She stiffened and Zarbon wisely decided not to push that train of thought any further. “How he could not want to be with you is a mystery to me.”

She seemed to relax with his flattery. “You are so kind. Come let’s get to know each other a little better.” She hooked her arm in his and led him to the buffet table. He smiled to himself.

Neither saw the guard watching them from the shadows.

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The King was trying to work in his office, but he was tired and distracted. Then there was a knock at the door. He groaned then said, “Enter.”

The third class guard he had recently brought into his palace. “Majesty.” He bowed.

“Bardock, isn’t it?”

“Yes Majesty, you asked me to keep an eye on the Icejin’s Ambassador.”

“And?”

“He made a point of making himself known to the Princess.”

“I thought he would after we made the announcement. And of course she liked his attention?”

“Yes Majesty, she stayed with him for the entire reception.”

“Did she look noticeably pregnant?”

“Yes Majesty.”

“You like saying that,” he saw the blank look on Bardock’s face, “Yes Majesty.”

“Oh, sorry, Sire.”

“Yeah, I think I like that better. So you are the father of my son’s mate.”

“Yes Maj—Sire.”

“I’ve seen you around the palace before. Does your son take after you?”

“I have worked here before Sire, and yes my second son looks very much like me.”

“Ah, two sons, a very lucky man indeed, female born?”

“Yes Sire, but my mate died not long after birthing Kakarott.”

“As did mine after Vegeta.”

Bardock nodded.

“I hope we can pull this off with Aspaga, after the announcement there was such a sense of amazement that a female had become pregnant. I will have to discourage this fraternization with the Ambassador by her. It is all for the benefit of the Icejins in any case.”

“She seems a willful woman.”

The King laughed, “Damn woman, she and my son have a great deal in common. It would have been a perfect match had he not already mated with your son. Vegeta says he thinks of him constantly, all he wants to do is go back to the safe world to be with him.”

“They are bound for life, more than I shared with my wife.”

“I did not share that bond either, but I do miss her.”

“As I miss mine, she’d have been proud of her sons. It is a shame that there are so few females now.”

“Can I ask, have you been with a male?” asked the King.

“Except for the deflowering, no. But I can’t say that I haven’t been tempted.”

“Really? I have had the same passing feeling over the years. At first my hand was a comfort, but of late…”

“Yes, when Kakarott went into season I wanted to take him so badly, it took all of my control to hold off. I swear I had a hard on all the time… oh sorry Sire,” said Bardock remembering who he was talking to.

The King smiled, “Well at least you can do that. I’m afraid I haven’t had one of those in a long while.”

“Sire?”

“The truth is I had been having trouble with the deflowering for some time. That damn tradition was responsible for me losing my need or want for sex. Because it was a duty there was enjoyment in it. Fucking boys was not a thing I really wanted to do, and it has been boys for a long time. I can’t seem to get it… up.”

Bardock blinked, not knowing what to say. His King was saying something so intensely private to him, a third class guard.

“I’ve shocked you, haven’t I? It’s just that we have our sons as mates in common, and I have no companions I can talk to. You know the saying, it’s lonely at the top, I can tell you it is true. I know you have to return to your duties, but I would like to speak with you again… if you’d like.”

“Sure, Sire. I don’t mind. I would like to help you in any way I can.”

The King nodded and Bardock did the same before leaving the office. The King watched him go, regretting the fact that he had not yet met his son’s mate.

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The King called Vegeta to his office, he had not seen him since that night they were all together over dinner, and he had sent him to find out what the rebels were up to.

“You wanted to see me,” said Vegeta coming in and dumping himself in the seat he always took over on such meetings.

“I gave you a job to go; I want to hear how you are going.”

“The third class rebels are proving difficult to trace, they move on before we get there. Whoever is in charge of them is very smart.”

“Outsmarting your own Elite’s, I find that a little hard to believe.”

“One of them is on the safe world with my mate, I should return there and bring him back with me.”

“”Yes, you’d like that wouldn’t you, getting back there and spending some time with your mate while you are there.”

Vegeta jumped to his feet, “The bastard has me twisting up inside, I want him, nothing seems to distract me from thoughts of him.” He paced back and forth. “And our child is due in a couple of months; I feel the need to be with him to make sure everything goes all right with him… What are you grinning about?”

“You. I thought you hated anything to do with the third class?”

“My mate does not test as a third class and you know it. I’ve heard talk that you’ve been meeting with his father.”

“What of it? He’s actually a good conversationalist, and I’ve learned we have a lot in common. I’ll have to ask him about his family history, I know a bit about the male line, but not the female, there must be Elite blood in their recent mix somewhere.”

“What do you want me to do then if you won’t let me go to the safe world?”

“I want you to supervise the third class testing, some of the males that have tested positive as bearers have disappeared. I assume the rebels are getting to them, see if you can track one of them.”

Vegeta nodded and turned to leave, as he was going there was another knock at the door, then Aspaga barged in. They eyed each other as they passed, perhaps even growled. Vegeta did not stop and she just moved in the stand before the King.

“You sent for me?”

“Yes. I want you to stop these meetings you’ve been having with Zarbon.”

“Why should I? He’s been a good companion for me lately.”

“He is with the Icejins and you know all of my plans you should know how dangerous your knowledge is.”

“You think I would risk my place here? I would give none of our disgusting secrets fall into their hands, no matter how distasteful I think of some of them. He believes that I am pregnant to Vegeta and I would not let him believe otherwise. No one will know the child is not mine, not even when he comes for it.”

“Very well. I believe you. Just watch yourself with Zarbon, he cannot be trusted.”

Aspaga grinned, “I know what I’m doing. She laid a hand on the bump on her belly, “Besides, I’ll have to leave the public eye in another month anyway, we cannot simulate the child kicking and that might appear a little suspicious. You forget that I have a child even if he lives with Turnick.”

“Good idea. I have another meeting soon; I’ll see you at dinner?”

“Yes Majesty, I will be there, will he?”

“No, he has other things to do, things I have assigned him to do.”

She nodded and left.

Later his next meeting arrived.

“Ah Bardock, I’m glad you could get away today.”

“I saw your son a short time ago, he looked a little… pissed.”

“He is, he wants to be with your son, and I have other things for him to do. Which brings me to something unpleasant I need to bring up with you.”

“Oh?”

“What do you know about the third class rebels? I know you have met the leader of their group, a man called Parzanip.”

“Yeah I know him, but since I got my son back from him, I have had no contact with him at all. I know you’ve been sending squads into the third class town to try and find him, but I know nothing that can help you. Majesty, is it true about the bearers, that you are separating them from their families?”

“I only want what is best for our world by protecting them if the Icejins know about them.”

“And what do you plan to do with them, mate them with Elites?”

“Well… that was my plan.”

“And what about the other classes? How are we to reproduce if you take all the bearers for your own class?”

“I only want to know the extent of the problem we have first, then we will see how things will go. Besides, the rebels are taking some of the bearers anyway, against my wishes.”

“More likely to make sure they are not used as stock for the Elites like I said.”

“It doesn’t matter, I will find them. We need to know how many bearers we have, like a census.”

“It still seems unfair to me.”

“Anyway, I believe you when you say you have no contact with the rebels. I’d rather get down to other business, shall we resume our game?”

Bardock smiled, “I’d love to Majesty… ah Sire… Sorry I still slip up, especially when you get serious on me.”

They moved into a side room where a game called Universal Domination was laid out and went on with their game. The King had drinks set aside and got them both glasses filled. And they got down to it, both enjoying the game.

“Is there a possibility of Elite class blood in you son’s family line,” asked the King as they played.

“I have no idea; my wife never spoke much about her family line.”

“Would you mind if I trace it? It will be needed for the child’s true genealogy, we will have a fake one made for Aspaga’s line, but one day the truth will be needed.”

“You are going to take the child from Kakarott and bring him here?”

“I’m afraid we will have to. I’m sorry, but we have to keep up appearances.”

“I understand, but Kakarott won’t like it.”

“Vegeta will be returning to him as soon as he’s in season. If there is a second issue, I will not bring it here for show. It can remain with your son; the only exception will be if he produces a girl child, then a Princess must be raised here.”

“So Kakarott is to remain on that world?”

“I’m sorry, but yes. I am building a palace there just for him and Vegeta to use, he’ll have anything he wants in it.”

“Kakarott only ever wanted to be a fighter.”

“He cannot be that now, he’s a bearer, and that is more important.”

“He won’t like that.”

“It is his duty as my son’s mate,” the King sounded cross.

They played in silence for a little while, downing their drinks a little faster than they should have.

Their game went uninterrupted for hours, until the King here the bell for dinner preparations. “Shit, look at the time,” he lurched to his feet then grabbed a hold of the table.

Bardock got to his feet and put a hand out to steady his King,” Sire, are you all right?”

“The King smiled as he looked at the hand on his arm. Maybe drank a little too much today. But it was a good game, and we’re still not finished.”

“Yes, I think we let time get away from us,” he went to remove his hand from the King’s arm.

The King wobbled again and Bardock took a tighter hold and put a hand on the King’s back. The King made a sound, almost like a moan. “Sire!”

“Oh, it’s okay. I just fell a little warm. I’ll be fine. Its okay Bardock, you head on back to your quarters. If I don’t turn up soon they’ll send someone looking for me.”

Bardock let go and nodded, “Fine Sire, till our next game.”

The King smile as he held onto the table hunched over a little. He watched Bardock leave with his look of concern. But once he was gone the King sighed heavily and looked down at his groin. “So now you take an interest in things. Damn, must be something in their family line.” He grinned and he lowered his hand down and touched the erection. He groaned heavily and let go of himself and the table, making himself move towards the bathroom. He had a little something to do before dinner…

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