Damn Traditions

Sorry it’s a day late, but well I had to finish the lemon I started and I got too tired last night. Yes there is a lemon, and it isn’t Vegeta/ Kakarott, no, if you didn’t see this coming…. Anyway I was missing some action and it couldn’t be the other two, after the baby’s born they’ll get back together… Of course there are a few issues to deal with…no shut up, don’t give it away!!!!
Thank you again for reading even if the section went down for a day last week, I’m just relieved it’s back. I hope you enjoy… more to come.

Damn Traditions continued…


“Kakarott, you’ve got to stop. Continuing to try and train cannot be good for you and the baby,” said Buddabin as he followed him back to his quarters.

The other was moving along slowly, occasionally hanging onto the wall as he moved along. The child he was bearing was big in his belly now, a month or so off from being born, and he still insisted on training every day. “I’ll be fine.”

“You are worn out and you didn’t even last a half an hour, the boy is kicking the shit out of you from the inside, and winning.”

Kakarott stopped and put a hand to his belly, it was promptly kicked by a tiny foot.

“If you don’t rest, he won’t,” grumbled Buddabin “And I’m warning you stop or I’ll send for the Prince.”

“He won’t come,” said Kakarott moving on slowly.

“He’ll come it he thinks you’re endangering his child.”

“The baby is fine, he’s kicking just fine. He’s a fighter before he’s born.” He grabbed his belly as the youngster proved his point.

Buddabin moved up to him made him put an arm over his shoulder, helping the bigger man to his quarters.

Once he had him in bed, he hurried off to find Kakarott’s brother and the Prince’s guards. Lately they had been missing and he wanted to know what they were up to if they weren’t guarding the Prince’s mate.

He found Nappa first in the mess hall with the rest of his men that were not on guard duty. He walked right up to him. “Kakarott won’t stop training, the pregnancy is tiring him and yet he refuses to believe it should.”

“So, what to you want me to do about it? You and I both know he won’t obey anyone’s orders.”

“Where is Raditz, I haven’t seen him for a few weeks, he could stop his brother I think.”

“He is overseeing the building of another palace for the Prince and his mate when he comes into his next season. It wouldn’t do for anyone to be around them when that happens and the other bearers that are here and arriving will only make matters worse.”

“Then I think the Prince should e told what his mate is doing, it can’t be good for him to push himself when he doesn’t have to.”

“Why is he doing it anyway? Does it have something to do with wanting to keep the child when it arrives? I know he’s been asking questions on how to raise it.”

“Probably. I don’t know, he won’t tell me things like that.”

“He’s been speaking with the other bearers; he does every time they arrive.”

“He’s trying to find out what is happening at home and to make sure that they are doing all right. He thinks it is all his fault that they are being brought here/

“The King seeks to protect the breeding stock of Vegetasei, both male and female.”

“For the Elite class!” Buddabin seethed, but backed down knowing that it was useless arguing about this, “Anyway, that may be why he is training, perhaps he will be more trouble than the rebels at home.”

Nappa smiled, “Not if the Prince keeps impregnating him, and from what I hear from home, that is all he wants to do.”

Buddabin sighed heavily and turned back to Kakarott’s quarters.

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“Majesty, I understand that the Princess has gone into confinement?”

“Yes, Bardock. It’s too hard to hide the fact that her pregnancy is fake. The child your son carries kicks like a true fighter from the reports I am getting. Makes me glad that I cannot be a bearer.”

“Is he doing all right Sire?”

“Yes, don’t worry about him, he is to have the best of care from now on, and I believe I can’t hold Vegeta back any longer. His temper is getting too much for everyone, and the assignment I gave him has not made his frustration any better.”

“Will he explain to Kakarott about bringing the child back here?

“He will. Your son was told that he would have to prepare himself for that.”

“I’m not sure how he will take it. Kakarott can be stubborn when he wants to be.”

“I doubt anyone is any more stubborn than Vegeta.”

“Perfect match huh?”

The King smiled, “Looks like it.”

“Shall we get on with our game?”

“No, actually I’d like it if you would accompany me to a fighting match tonight? I’ve been invited to see some of our best Elites fighting in the ring one on one, and I’d like to have your company.”

“Ah… Wouldn’t taking one of the females be better Sire?”

“Why? I haven’t taken a female to a match since my wife dies. I’ve usually gone with one of my soldiers for companionship. Tonight I’d like it to be you.”

“Oh, okay Sire. Shall I see to my own arrangement to get home?”

“What for, you can ride with me.”

“Sire?”

“What’s the matter Bardock? Afraid I’ll get my blood up and want to ravish you on the way home?”

“Oh no, Sire. I… I will be happy to accompany you.” Remembering he King had a problem in that department.

Bardock had forgotten what it was like to go to public fights, even if this were an Elite event, it did not seem to stop the cocktail of scents flying around the enclosed arena. A lot of the audience was older Elites and their wives, females that had not bared a child in a long time. And yet the exhilaration of the matches was arousing them all. Bardock had yet to see fighting matches that did not stir the blood of any Saiyan watching, or participating. He was going to need to find someone to spend the night with once the event was over. Or spend the night wanking off, a big possibility considering he lived mainly at the palace now.

He sat in the box a little behind the King as they watched the matches’ progress. The fighters were strong, but Bardock had seen better skills amongst his own weaker powered guards. Still the King was enjoying himself and the scent he was giving off… The King had ordered drinks for them and made sure they had a good supply. Bardock reached for them in hopes they might take the edge of his fraying controls, not noticing that the King was merely sipping at his.

By the end of the night he had a pleasant buzz going on and his body was trying to tell him he needed to get home, soon.

“Come Bardock, it’s been a great night, hasn’t it?” He touched the other man on the shoulder.

Bardock jumped as if he had been struck by lightning and then wobbled on his feet.

“Oh Bardock, I think you’ve imbibed a little too much. Come on let me give you a hand back to the air carriage.

Bardock was still wobbling, but he allowed the King to help him along, not that he had much choice. He had the feeling he’d fall if he didn’t and the other impediment to his walking would surely suffer, a lot.

Soon they were in the carriage and on their way back to the palace. Bardock trying his hardest not to fall against the King while sitting beside him, and making sure his hands were covering his groin not too obviously. The King was sitting right back in his seat with his legs spread wide apart and a smile on his face. Perhaps the fights had been a good distraction for him.

They arrived at the palace and Bardock would swear later that he had no idea how he would up with the King helping him negotiate the corridor of the palace. Why hadn’t the King called another of the palace guards was a puzzle to him.

Then they were facing a pair of doors and a darkened room and he found himself falling onto a nice soft bed, face down.

“Come on Bardock, can’t sleep in all those clothes,” he heard feeling his coat being pulled off his shoulders. He moaned as his cock hit the hardness of the mattress.

“I think if you roll over it will feel better.”

His brain was trying to remind him that he was listening to the King, but his body obeyed the command and he rolled over. Only to see that dark bearded figure standing over him discard his own coat to the floor.

“What’s the matter Bardock? You can’t tell me that you don’t want a little relief?”

“Majesty?”

The King leaned down and pulled at Bardock’s shirt. “Come on Bardock, we’ve become such good friends, and I have something to thank you for.”

“Thank me?”

The King pulled back pulling his own shirt off, exposing an excellent body beneath, then quickly undoing his pants and letting them fall.

Bardock’s eyes crossed as he made out the erection bobbing from between the King’s legs. “For this,” the King said. “And you can’t say that you aren’t turned on yourself.”

“Ah, I can deal with it.”

The King laughed, moving forward to slap at Bardock’s hands, “I’m sure you could, but isn’t it better when someone else does?”

Bardock let his hands fall to his sides as the king undid his pants and slowly side them from his body. He couldn’t believe that the King was this interested in him, but it might explain the scents he had smelt in the past few months after heir games together. And he had to admit that he had a few fantasies… one of which was about to come true.

The King got on the bed beside him and helped him more comfortable onto it as he let go and joined the King in an exploration of bodies. Bardock hadn’t been with anyone for a while, hadn’t been so turned on since Kakarott had gone into season. At least he didn’t carry that gene and he needn't be worried about becoming the King’s mate. He moaned as the King grasped his cock, feeling it, fisting it, bringing his own down the rub against it. Both groaned at the electric shock from the touch of the King holding their cocks together as he ground against him, Bardock’s hands clawed at the sheets.

“I want you,” ground out the King letting go and allowing the bodies to move together.

“As long as I get to reciprocate,” said Bardock.

The King stopped a second then continued moving, he hadn’t expected that. “Just as long as you remember that I’m a virgin in that department.”

Bardock nipped at the King’s neck, “So I can deflower you?”

The King laughed as he stopped and looked down at his bedmate, “Well it was once a tradition I hear.”

“So now it’s a third class to deflower the King?”

The King lowered himself again, “It only seems fair.”

They continued to bump and grind together, hands and mouths all over the place as they pleasured each other. “I got to get something,” said the King breathing heavily as he pulled himself up and slid off the bed.

Bardock was breathing just as heavily as he lay on his back waiting for the King to return. He still couldn’t believe that he was in the King’s bed. He didn’t have time to think of anything as he felt the King get back onto the bed depositing something on the bedside table.

“Ready for me?” whispered the King into Bardock’s ear, then he licked it.

Bardock shivered with need.

Smiling the King moved his fingers down and under Bardock’s now uplifted right leg seeking his opening. Bardock flinched when the slimy finger slid over his puckered hole, his body pulled away from it. But the King held on and made his finger glide over it again a few times as Bardock’s body decided that it liked that touch, he also distracted him by nipping at his nipples. He pushed a finger inside and felt Bardock bare down on him tightly he held it still as Bardock relaxed and added sucking to his distractions. It worked and soon the finger was working its way inside, working to loosen him for the insertion of something larger. It had been a long time since Bardock had been taken that way, at his deflowering, by the King’s own father.

Their mouths met as the King worked in another finger and he could feel the King shaking with his own need. It had been a while for him as well, perhaps not as long as Bardock. Still now that the urge had return, it could not be denied. A third finger was moving with the others, the King put his forehead against Bardock’s. “I can’t wait much longer, I don’t want to hurt you, but I may not be able to control myself.”

“Just quit your teasing and get on with it. I’m a Saiyan soldier; we are made to take a great deal. A little sex isn’t going to harm me.”

The King didn’t need any more incentive; he quickly slicked his aching leaking cock, pushed between the other man’s legs, lifted the other to tilt his hips, lined himself up and thrust in hard. Both of them cried out, the King pushing Bardock’s legs down on his body as he pulled out and then began to pump in and out, his eyes locked with his partner’s. One grunted, one groaned, the King’s hands sliding down onto the bed gripping hard as he put more of his weight into his thrusts, enjoying the tightness of the body he moved within, the sounds from his throat arousing him further. Sure he had performed the act hundreds of times, but never were they as pleasurable as this, never did he want to drive himself into the welcoming heat and know that his partner was enjoying it as much as he. Bardock’s eyes closed tightly and his heat swung from side to side, his hands now gripping the King’s shoulders tightly, they would surely leave marks later, but the King didn’t care. All he cared about was their mutual pleasure and trying to hold of his release for as long as he could. He felt Bardock’s cock rubbing against his own stomach, unaware that he was driving the other towards his own climax until he felt the tightness enclosing him tighten further, clamping him hard as he felt a splashing against his belly, and a roar from the man below him. That was it for him as well, he was able to pull back and thrust in again releasing his seed as he did so with his own mighty cry. His body bucked a few more times as he rode out the aftershocks of his powerful climax, his cock being milked dry by the clamping muscles of Bardock’s body. Both men were panting hard, before the King pulled out and fell onto his back beside his bedmate. They lay there gasping at the ceiling until they got their breathing back under control.

“Damn that felt good,” said the King.

Bardock closed his eyes, “I’m feeling muscles I never knew I had.”

The King laughed and rolled onto his side, “You mind if we rest up before the next round?”

“Hell no. We’re not as young as our son’s are. And I’d like to be a little fresher when I perform your deflowering.”

The King flopped back onto his back, “I look forward to it, just not right now.”

Somewhere along the way the two men drifted off.

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The King slowly rolled into a seated position and immediately felt a sharp pain rise up his spine reminding him of the second round. Then the ache in his head reminded him that even though he had not drunk that much last night, he had drunk enough to make his head pound a bit too.

The door to his room burst open and he groaned, grabbing his skull as if to hold it on.

“What the hell? This place reeks. I see you seem to have gotten over your little problem old man.”

“OLD MAN! Owww,” the King groaned. “What do you want Vegeta?”

“I want to return to my mate, I’ve had enough, our child will be coming and I want to be there.”

“You didn’t have to come storming into my room. I would have been telling you later that you could return to the safe world.”

There was a groan from the lump on the bed.

“Father? Who is the man in your bed?”

“None of your damn…ahhh…business,” the King kept forgetting about his throbbing head.

Vegeta smirked, “Fine. I leave you with your playmate. I’ll see you when I return.” He turned and left, purposely slamming the door behind him.

The King groaned and there was an equal groan from the bed, “Is he always that noisy?”

“Yes unfortunately.”

“I think my head is going to fall off.”

“You drank more than I did. You have my permission to take the day off.”

“Thank you Sire. I don’t think I can move either.”

The King lay back down. “I hope I don’t have any appointments today. I don’t think I’m going to make them.” He pulled what blankets he could reach rolled back into them closing his eyes. Only Vegeta would dare disturb the King when he was in his bed, so he knew no one else would disturb them. Of course, there was sure to be a lot of gossip going on later…

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