• 1-A Prince Among Men
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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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Instant
change. The sort that Kakarot had
actually always assumed was just a myth.
Sure, he knew that bonding was a very real thing, that most of the time
in was instinct, and that nobody really had any control over it. But he had never expected it to be this
instantaneous. Like free will had been
sapped right out of him, and it took every ounce of his concentration and
willpower just to keep some iota of himself.

Weird.

And
the Prince was staring at him. Blinked
a few times, touched his bloody mouth and had the most interesting ‘OH SHIT’
look on his face. Ah, well, nice to see
the royalty could catch up to the realization that the future king had just
eternally bound himself to a lowly third-class foot soldier. And there was nothing that the two of them
could do about it. No way in hell to
even dispute it now, and as Kakarot sat up and looked at Vegeta, as he watched
the Prince struggle with his new-found need for dominance, he knew that there
wasn’t even a way the could even the fucking bond out. Nobody did.
Royalty did not get bitten.
EVER. Never had.

So
he was stuck as a slave to every word the Prince said to him for eternity. What a life.

“Why
didn’t you say something about it, if you thought it would happen?” Vegeta
snapped at him.

His
shoulder burned and he found himself opening his mouth even if he didn’t want
to. Must answer. Must be a good mate. “Because I thought you’d be smarter than
that.” Which was a stupid thing to
think, because nobody was stronger or smarter than instinct.

“Hn.” Vegeta knelt there for a second, between his
legs, looked at him and thought about it.
(Must have been having some pretty damn interesting thoughts, since he
was hard again.) “And you have to do
whatever I tell you to do?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“What
if I don’t say anything to you?”

“Then
I can do whatever.” Or at least that was the theory. He knew this one girl that had been told by her mate to ‘wait
right there’ and consequently and stood in the same place for two months
waiting. He wasn’t entirely sure, but
he was fairly certain she had died. He
would have rolled his eyes. Would have,
but the bond spoke up—flared pain in his shoulder again—and he couldn’t so much
as sigh about it. “Yes,” is what he
said, “But you better get it out of your system or you’ll be fucking me instead
of claiming your throne tomorrow.”
Which was the solemn truth. The
only plus (besides the dominant one’s complete control of the less dominant
mate) of being bonded was the fact that you were horny all the time. Could fuck your brains out all day long and
you never got sick of it. Unfortunately
that was also one of the biggest downfalls.

He
laid back down on the floor and sighed.
Watched the Prince stand up and retrieve the salve. Pulled his legs up and wondered WHY it had
to be him. He should have never gone
into the woods that day with Saima. But
then again, being mated to a King could not be that awful.

Could
it?

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They
got within shouting distance of the planet—so to speak— the second day after
the Prince ascended and Bardock walked into his youngest’s room to find Kakarot
and the Prince already awake. Dressed
even. Except Kakarot had ripped his
shirt away from his shoulder and was showing off a very clean (albeit fresh and
red) claim bite on his shoulder. Didn’t
look like the happiest Saiyan in the world. But the Prince looked pleased with this turn of events (of course
he would, he had a very powerful mate, all the sex he could ever want with none
of the downfall of having to worry about pregnancy. Which meant he would have to find some woman eventually if
expected to have heirs, but Bardock doubted Prince Vegeta’s thoughts were
extending that far at this point.)

“Great
look,” Red said. She disagreed with
bonds because they limited the life of the bonded. Otherwise she would be sporting a mark herself.

“Oh
leave me alone,” Kakarot said.
Pouted.

“We’re
ready to land,” Bardock said, “Are you prepared to declare the fight?”

“Of
course I am,” Vegeta said, “Are your troops ready to fight?”

Bardock
grinned. “Always.”

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It
was like everything else blanked out.
The ship hovered (who ever the moron that landed Bardock’s ship was not
the one in charge of hovering above the palace courtyard) just where everyone
in the capital city could see. Floated
above a regal ceremony where the precious Prince Caradoc was to be named Chief
something or another, and allowed to officially dictate some law or another.

Vegeta
stepped off the ship, landed on the stone floor of the courtyard, amidst the
crowd of assembled elites and high-class civilians. He dented the ground around him, rose his power so high it
flickered yellow, and his hair straightened up on his head. Felt Kakarot land next to him.

Rose
his hands into the air and clapped.
Stepped forward, parted the crowd around him, as they turned, stared and
gasped out in disbelief. He walked up
the stairs—dented those as well, put craters in them—and saw his father, the
icejin-hybrids and his dear, little brother.

“As
the RIGHTFUL Prince,” he said, “As the HEIR to the throne and the aggrieved
son, I call a blood-feud on YOU father.”

And
the king laughed. Stunk. Laughed, made his overweight gut roll. The icejins ceredered and giggled and there
was one amongst them that was very powerful.
Would become a problem to defeat, doubtlessly, but first, the King must
die.

“Laugh
if you will,” he said, turned to look at Kakarot—smiled—and then said—knew that
instinct, bonding and tradition would not fail him—“Ascend.” Turned back to his father. “You are going to die here. Today.”
Rose his own power level as he heard Kakarot scream felt the tear of
power around him, and the flash of bright yellow light.

It
was beautiful how simple that was.

He
moved forward, felt Kakarot at his side, glowing in that same sort of power—not
as strongly, but still powerful—and his little brother stood before him, put
himself between the king and Vegeta.
Fool. He raised his hand. “MOVE.”

Caradoc
snorted at him, crossed his little arms over his inbred chest and said: “No.”

Vegeta
struck him, smacked him across the face and watched him fall to the ground with
a mirthless smile, then stepped over him—left him to bleed and whimper on the
ground—and moved toward the King. There
was a battle behind him, he knew.
Elites did not sit around and let blood-feuds go on without fighting for
their king.yes"> ;)

Yes,
claiming. Not that bloody of a battle
though. Hn. Not that descriptive of a bloody battle anywho.

Jaygoose:

*looks
at all the evidence*No, Kakarot didn’t seem overly thrilled about the fact that
he got claimed. That shalt be explained
more in the ‘Echoes’ chapter.

Mechanical Butterfly:

Ok. I feel incredibly bad now. (Not too bad, but a little, which is why I
write the chapters before I read the reviews or else the stories would never
end.) Anyway. No, this wasn’t a bloody battle.
You want to see a bloody battle I recommend you head back over to
MLS. …
… Yep. Not elaborating, but bloodiness will be therein.

I
like the way you review. It shows your
reaction to different parts. (I love
that. Its always more authentic than
reading it all and trying to remember what you really thought at one point.)

Glad
to see that oxygen mask came in handy!~

Oh,
and YEAH! AXL! *has only one little CD cover with his
pictures in it. * I have to say I was
not always a fan of him. In fact, I had
a picture of him that I showed to my friends and asked them all ‘is this a boy
or a girl’ and poor Axl, dear, looked very much like a girl in the
picture. (I covered up his naked little
chest so they didn’t see his lack of boobs.)
*sighs * I wish I could go back
to the eighties when everyone loved him.
*sighs dreamily * Anyway. thinthing with the hair was he was trying to
do dred-locks. (WHY RUIN SUCH PERFECT
HAIR?) and he couldn’t get his hair ratty enough so he braided it. And he doesn’t look right chubby. He was like thin as a toothpick all those
years. *sighs * oh, well.

…goes away to write now. *sigh*