Damn Traditions

I am thankfully to all who reviewed. I was not sure who it would be taken after doing so many other stories for a different anime. And to the person who wanted to know, I would never hold a story up just for reviews. I am grateful to get any, but I don’t write for them. In fact I came down with the flu and that stopped me from writing anything. I can’t say when I will get the next pieces up. I am a single mother who works full time in a high pressure job and it seems my son may have Asperger’s Syndrome which is a mild form of Autism and I have to deal with that on top. Writing is my pleasure, it keeps me going. So I hope you like the next piece, there’s more to come.
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Damned Traditions continued
By Fyrbyrd

Bardock was very proud of his youngest. The boy was showing as much skill as his father and brother, that he had no doubt the boy would be chosen by a respected squad when the time came.

But when he came into the boy’s room after the boy had not shown up for breakfast, his heart sank. The boy was writhing in his bed, which was soaked in sweat and the scent he was giving off was enough to make the older man’s legs go weak. His son was in season, which was not unusual for a boy his age, but for it to take him down like this. To have him writhing in his bed, sweating like he was, was not usual. It was more the behavior of a mate denied their mate’s attentions. But as far as Bardock knew, Kakarrot did not have a mate. He turned to see his older son standing not far away looking at his brother like a slavering wolf.

He grabbed a hold of Raditz and shoved him from the room, well aware that despite their relationship as brothers, it would not stop Raditz from taking his brother. It was having enough of an effect on him as it was, even father’s were not immune. Damn, that meant that Kakarrot was a bearer. He locked his son’s door and quickly went out to find a healer, one that would not be affected by his son’s condition.

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Vegeta squirmed in his seat. He was hot and his body seemed to have a permanent hard on that was getting harder to hide and harder to deal with. Damn he wished those words had not come to mind. Fuck…

“Son?” he heard his father say and knew he had flinched away from the older man. “Son, I think it best that you go to your room’s I’ll send a healer to you.”

Gingerly Vegeta got up from his seat and made his way out of the place, hearing his father make sure that no one noticed his son was leaving the room.

He made it to his room in a haze. He wasn’t sure what was the matter with him, he’d never felt anything quite like this before. He made it to his bed and was only vaguely aware of the healer entering his room.

A while later he heard his father enter the room, “What is going on? From the scent I am getting, I would say my son is in heat.”

“He is sire, this is strange. I do not recall any unmated male reacting like this.”

“He fucks around so much, could it be possible that he mated one of his partners without knowing he did so?”

“There is always that possibility, I’ve heard he likes to leave his mark on his partners. But to have mistakenly taken a mate…he would have had to have tasted their blood in the act of sex.”

The King sighed, “Which could be any of his partners, that I have heard included five in one night!”

“Sire, the only other thing to take into account would be that the other partner would have had to have been a bearer. You sent all of the female Elites off planet to keep them safe, he has not been there. So that leaves third class. How many third class partners would he have had?”

The King came to a stand still in his pacing. “As far as I know he hates third class Saiyans. He would never actively have sex with one even in his drunkenessed states.”

“What about the deflowering sire? You have used him on a few occasions when you were unavailable.”

“You’re right. There will be records. Come let us go and see to this immediately. It must also be kept as quiet as possible. I can’t have the Icejins learning about this at all. That bastard Freiza does not need to know about our mating habits, and if my son has mistakenly taken a mate it would be dangerous to both of them. He seems to think our lack of females is destroying our race, if he learned we have male birth…”

The records showed that Vegeta had only taken four virgins in his father’s place. The royal healer went out to check on the four males. Two were already off planet, their commanders reported that nothing was wrong with then. The third was found training not far from the palace with his squad. The fourth should have been with his, but he had been reported as absent due to illness. This worried the Royal healer. The boy was the first the Prince had deflowered. He hurried to his home.

At the door he was met by Bardock who recognized that the man standing before him was a Royal Healer. He tried to bar the way.

“Is your son showing signs of being in season?”

Bardock wanted to lie, but he knew he couldn’t. “What if he was?”

The Royal Healer turned pale, “Please, this is very important, you must let me in.”

Seeing the worry on the man’s face, Bardock let him in. The healer scented, and Bardock could not hide what his son was going through. The Royal Healer was not a eunuch, even he was becoming aroused by Kakarott’s state.

“Listen to me, I will send a team of eunuchs here shortly, they will take your son to a secure place. It seems that when he was deflowered by the Prince, something happened… There is a possibility that he and the Prince became mated—“

“What!” roared Bardock, “How?”

“Your son was the Prince’s first… We don’t know the details, but the Prince is currently in heat. Your son has gone into premature season?”

Bardock nodded.

“Then let them take your son to this place. I will be doing the same for the Prince. If something happens when they come together… we will know then. I am sure I can count on your discretion in this?”

“Of course,” said Bardock. “I am a King’s man.”

“Very good, don’t accompany your son, you already understand the risks. I can assure you no harm will come to him, either way. I will let you know the outcome as well.”

Again Bardock nodded. If this would save his son, he didn’t care. Besides, this was the Prince they were talking about. His son and the Prince… mates.

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“This is exactly the kind of thing I was trying to get you to listen to me about before this,” lectured Parzanip, “This whole idea of deflowering third class virgins is an outdated and disgusting tradition. Begun back in the days when the Lord’s of the areas wanted more females than they could freely get into their beds. It evolved only to take our sons when there were less and less virgin females from them to have sex with, but remain mate free. It should have been stopped years ago. Your son is not the first to be mated in this way, and to the King because he is the Lord of the Capitol City—“

“Not the King. It was the Prince.”

“Does it really matter? It’s okay for the Prince, he can still take whomever he wants, take a harem if it pleases him. But your son is tied to him as a mate who will go into season with each cycle until he reproduces. The only time he will get any attention is if he triggers his mate’s heat cycle. You and Raditz have been very lucky that the gene was not in you, but your son has it, he is a bearer and trapped in a life tied to someone. If it’s been with one of our class he might have had a happy life. But mated to the elite class…”

“All he ever wanted was to be a soldier like me and his brother. Why can’t anything be done to end this? We all had to go through it, and I remember that I hated it.”

“Not much when they sneer at us, look on us as lower beings. And with all this tension from the coming of the Icejins, anything we think won’t be worth shit to them.”

Bardock sighed. “I let them take my son. I couldn’t help it, it was getting to hard to control myself around him.”

“There’s another thing that’s not fair. If anyone had taken him and their mate found out, you’d have a death fight on your hands. And with our sense of smell, the mate would know exactly who had been with their other.”

“You don’t think I know that! I had to send Raditz away as well. He wanted his brother like a slathering creature. I don’t know what is to become of Kakarott, I don’t even know if we will find out either… I should not have let them take him without knowing where.”

“Let me see if I can find out anything.”

“You have a way?”

“Maybe. I will come to see you in a few days.”

Bardock’s friend left. The big man threw his hands down on the table in anger, lucky it was solid or it would have fallen apart with the force. His son had shown so much promise as a soldier, that was all gone now. The best he could hope for was to bear for the Prince, but as a third class, that was most likely not going to happen. The Prince was well known for his dislike for the third class.

TBC