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Idomu	By : Robyn Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.I am making no profit from this.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am not making any profit from this.

Rating – NC-17

Warnings - INCEST. And although I don’t know that it is so much a warning for this group as it is an encouragement…Yaoi (M/M, M/M/M). Followed by, ice, fire, body modification, bonding, tails, S & M, slave/master, character death, lemons, limes, random Japanese terms, A/U, wishes. (And I apologize for any other warnings I have forgotten!)

Pairings – (stepping out on a limb here folks) Lemons: Prince Vegeta/Kakarott/Gohan, K/Gh, PV/K, Radditz/Gh, V/Gh, V/G.

A/N: THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME HOSHI!

Idomu - Chapter 1

He wasn’t certain what had happened.

One moment Gohan had been laughing at one of Bulma’s barbeques. Laughter turned to silence as the sky grew unnaturally dark. “Who’s making…”

And then Gohan found himself here…rubbing at a sharp pain in the back of his neck and staring at an armor clad chest – way too closely. “I asked what you thought you were doing, slave?!” The demi was totally unprepared for the backhand that landed across his cheek and knocked his glasses off.

“Slave?” Gohan asked as he stood back up, only to be backhanded harder. That shouldn’t have hurt, let alone knocked him to the ground!

“I think you finally knocked the sense out of one of them, Mandaraku.” Someone Gohan couldn’t see addressed the person who was beating on him.

“Gah,” the guard now known as Mandaraku spit in Gohan’s direction, “Not a big loss. If he can’t get bought for that pretty face, then he’ll be working in the mines anyway. Don’t need much in the way of brains to lift a hammer.”

Gohan gasped as his hair was used to haul him to his feet. Mines? What if what were happening to him was also happening to his wife and child? Would they be sent to these mines? “Well, what were you doing?”

“I-I think I am lost,” Gohan stuttered. It was the best he could come up with as his frantic mind searched for familiar faces. Where was everyone? What had happened to his wife?

The guards laughed at him again and a boot was planted into his backside. “The direction to the slave pens is that way!” he was told as he stumbled forward. He growled, having been pushed beyond his limits, and started to power up….

…only his ki wasn’t there! What was happening to him?! “Stop stalling! Get your ass back there or we’ll whip ya!” Gohan thought for certain this had to be a bad dream!

“HOLD!” The guards’ merriment came to a sudden stop. Gohan was eternally grateful to whomever it was that had stopped the madness: until he turned around and recognized his Uncle Radditz. ‘Make that a nightmare,’ he thought to himself. He mused about how strange it was some impressions never changed, no matter now long ago they happened.

“What can we do for you, Commander?” one of the guards asked, taking in Radditz’s rank markings.

Gohan reprimanded himself for shrinking back as his larger than life uncle came towards him. He had always thought his young mind had been overactive in perspective to how big his uncle was…now he knew better.

His jaw was suddenly held in place by a vice-like grip, forcibly turned upward. The hand was comfortably warm despite the abuse. “Very pretty. Do you have a record as to why his tail was cut off?”

‘Pretty?’ Gohan thought to himself, but the rough hand on his jaw kept him from saying anything.

The guards mumbled amongst themselves for a moment. “It doesn’t seem so, sir,” one finally answered.

Radditz peered down at the small one before saying, “I’d ask you, but slaves aren’t known for their honesty. I guess it doesn’t matter. If I find out later, and don’t like it, I can always sell you back.” Gohan stayed a frown and a growl at the comment.

Several of the guards’ eyes lit with glee. “So, it is business you are seeking, Commander?”

“Yes. Seems solstice is here, and I have yet to get the prince a gift,” Radditz remarked. “How much?” he asked, looking at the most talkative of the group.

Mandaraku looked at his buddies, but only received shrugs back in return. “2000 measures,” he seemed a little unsure of himself.

“Do you have a family history on this one?” Radditz asked suspiciously. A sayian slave on Vegeta-sei wasn’t usual.

“No sir,” one of the quieter guards spoke up.

“Hmmm, make it 1500 and you have a deal,” Radditz said, appraising his prize.

“Done!” Mandaraku responded and handed over his scouter for Radditz to complete the transaction.

Radditz let go of the slave’s jaw with a touch of unexpected reluctance in order to transfer the necessary data.

“Wait a minute…” Gohan started, but was punched in the gut for his audacity.

“You’ll speak when I ask you questions,” Radditz said to his lowered head before he handed the scouter back to the man in charge.

Gohan barely heard him as he tried to gain his breath back. A moment later and he was thrown off balance as a forceful hand grabbed the back of his shirt and hauled him up. “Bind his hands and tether him, I don’t want to lose him in the crowd,” Radditz ordered.

Gohan felt cold metal wrap around his wrists and jerked them away too slowly. The distraction caused enough time for one of the guards to get a collar around his neck and then a leash was handed over to the now smirking Radditz, “Come along slave. You’ll need to be cleaned up in order to be presentable.” Gohan stumbled forward as the chain leash was jerked hard.

When he finally gained his pace he found he had time to take in his surroundings. It wasn’t until then that he noticed the sky was red, “Vegeta-sei?” Well at least he understood why he felt as though he were walking through quicksand; Vegeta had mentioned the planet had ten times Earth’s gravity. Would his wife be able to handle the difference? Pan would probably fair better than her mother…

Radditz grunted over his shoulder, “I hope you’re not too brain damaged.”

“No, Rad…sir,” Gohan kicked himself mentally for his slipup as his uncle turned to look at him; maybe he was brain damaged. That was it! That’s what the darkness he remembered had been! Not the dragon. He had been hit over the head and Videl would wake him up at any mome….

“What were you going to call me?” the overbearing sayian asked.

“Radditz,” Gohan squeaked out. The prospect of making this man angry with him when he didn’t have his ki made Gohan gulp.

“And how would a little slave know my name?” the tall warrior asked in suspicion.

“It was just a guess, sir…there aren’t many people in the prince’s service that have as much hair as you do!” Gohan laughed, trying to cover up his unease.

“So the bitches at the brothels have given me a reputation have they?” Radditz asked. He seemed more than pleased with his own conclusion, not needing an answer from Gohan before he proceeded down the crowded streets.

Gohan let out a relived sigh at the close call, only to have it cut off as he was jerked forward again. Although the situation felt surreal, there were things that shouldn’t be happening if this were a true dream, like, the collar chaffing his neck. So had it been the dragon? Who had made a wish, and for what?

The many sights and sounds started blurring together and Gohan wished dearly he had something to record his sightings on. Even in the midst of peril he was able to appreciate the unique situation he was in. Trying to get Vegeta to talk about Vegeta-sei was near impossible, not to mention how it would pale in comparison to first had experience like this! There was so much to look at! Before he would have wished, his uncle was knocking at a locked door built into a thick wall. There was a coded knock back, which Radditz responded to, before it opened up. “Good to see you back, Commander,” someone spoke from an ill lit hallway.

“Hn,” was Radditz’s response before Gohan felt himself being drawn forward again. He was led through a maze of hallways and many closed doors built of multiples types materials before Radditz finally stopped in front of one dark wood door in particular. “Rose!” he barked at the iron studded wood.

Gohan looked up and down the hallway, trying to remember the way back. He turned to look as bolts in the door were unlocked, and a person stuck their head out. He gaped at the woman…it was the first time he’d seen a female sayian. She towered over him by at least a head and was nearly as tall as his uncle.

“Yes, Commander?” Rose asked.

“I have a slave I need cleaned up for tonight’s festivities,” Radditz said as he jerked Gohan’s leash forward.

Gohan watched as the woman being addressed glanced over him. “Anything special?”

“He’s to be gifted to the prince,” Radditz commented, “Presented after the pomp and circumstance, but I need him ready before.”

Rose pursed her lips together, her hands coming to her hips. “Well, I’ll see what I can do. This isn’t much time.”

Radditz grinned at the woman and passed her a pouch that had been hooked at his belt. Rose hefted it in her hand and smiled. “Understood!”

Gohan’s leash was passed from Radditz to Rose. He followed the Amazon into the room and the humidity made him cough. Rose jerked on his chain to get his attention. “Now see here. It is going to be a lot easier if I don’t have to worry about you running off,” she said, holding up Gohan’s leash, “Do I have your word on it?”

“I’ve been told slaves aren’t all that honest to begin with,” Gohan stated; gods, he felt like a child in her presence.

Rose shook her head. “Well, that’s them. This is me. I am going to do you the best favor anyone will probably do you in a while. Do I have your word on it?”

Gohan hung his head. At the moment, it seemed he didn’t even have enough strength to defend himself from this person. “Yes,” and he still hadn’t decided if this was a dream or real. You didn’t choke on things like steam in dreams, but you also didn’t have your dead uncle purchase you as a slave in real life!

Rose smiled and unlatched the collar from his neck. Then she untied his hands. “Now, I can shower you or you can shower yourself…” she started.

“Oh! Um…I’ll clean myself up!” Gohan didn’t know what was going on, but if Videl ever found out he had let this woman shower him, there’d be hell to pay.

Rose seemed disappointed, but nodded, “Okay then. The showers are over there,” Gohan looked in the way she had pointed, “Don’t take too long, I have my work cut out making you presentable for the prince.”

“What?!” Gohan asked. He only knew of one prince….

Rose just patted his cheek before turning him in the direction of the showers, and giving him a shove, “Probably better than he ever hoped for,” she mumbled to herself, mistaking his excitement for the good kind. “Don’t have enough time to even give him any decent piercings!”

Her mumbled last statement went unnoticed as Gohan started the water for the shower and looked around for soap…or something. He found several bottles, which he opened and sniffed individually before picking one that didn’t smell like flowers.

He lathered up his hands and started at his head and scrubbed down to his toes. He rinsed the soap from his face, and was prepared to relax under the spigot when he spotted Rose watching him, “Come on now…we don’t have all day.”

Gohan grimaced and turned the water off. He grabbed the towel the woman held out to him and dried off with it. He started tying it around his waist only to notice the curious glance the woman was giving him, “What?”

“If I am going to make you presentable, you can’t be wearing that!” Rose instructed.

“Oh,” Gohan said, and let the towel drop.

Rose shook her head, but beckoned him to follow her to another room. The clippers, razors, oils and other oddities he saw did not encourage him at all. ‘Can things get any worse?’

~o0o~

Vegeta sighed and leaned his head back onto his chair. The last of his guests were just leaving.

“Long night your Highness?” Radditz asked from where he stood at the prince’s side.

“You could say that,” Prince Vegeta smirked.

“I hope it wasn’t too long,” Radditz began.

“Why would you say that?” Vegeta asked. The Commander had been there the whole night; he knew how long it was for himself.

“I have a gift for you, my Prince,” Radditz said with some confidence.

“Do you now?” Vegeta asked with curiosity. His Commander’s gifts were usually at least mildly distracting: the best so far having been introduced to his younger brother.

“Hn…but I have to go and get it,” Radditz informed his superior.

Vegeta nodded, closing his eyes, “While you’re at it, inform Kakarott his services would be appreciated,” he derived a perverse pleasure in having one brother know what the other was going to be doing for the evening.

Radditz frowned, but Vegeta did not notice, “Yes, your Highness.”

“You can have him deliver the gift to me,” Vegeta smirked, pleased with the thought of the night being over and having some time to indulge himself.

“Yes, your Highness.”

Vegeta listened to his Commander’s footsteps as he left the hall. He relaxed slightly when the door was closed, giving himself a moment of peace. He was exceedingly grateful his father had not minded having separate celebrations this year. It cut down on the tensions between rival families, but that meant he still had to deal with half the ‘who’s who’.

Firelight from the solstice fire in the pit below flickered over his eyelids, as did the light from so many torches around the high vaulted hall. Admittedly, it made the place smoky, but tomorrow, electricity would be allowed once again, and the ventilators would kick in.

“COME!” he barked as there was a knock at the door, and he lifted his head to watch his current favorite concubine enter. One of his eyebrows rose as Kakarott led another person into the room.

“I am to inform your Highness, that this,” Kakarott took great pleasure in jerking the slave’s leash, “Is your gift from Commander Radditz.”

Gohan stumbled forward from his dad’s shadow. He had gotten smacked twice as he tried to ask his father what was happening, and if he knew where Videl and Pan were. The man looked at him as though he had lost his mind, “Slaves don’t have wives,” was the only information his father had graced him with.

Vegeta stood and walked down the stairs from the high table. Kakarott jerked the leash until his hand touched the white and gray marble flooring; Gohan’s knees hit the floor and his head followed quickly after, “You will be courteous in his Highness’s presence,” Gohan heard his father whisper harshly.

Gohan’s stomach churned…things were getting worse. He was naked, in front of his father, who was dressed in a bizarre imitation of a fusion’s outfit…and he had a growing suspicion about what it meant to be the prince’s ‘slave’. Being dragged naked down torch lit hallways didn’t leave many options to one’s imagination.

Gohan heard a snap of fingers and then his head was being directed up. He wasn’t certain how to react under this Vegeta’s scrutiny. He had come to admire the man he knew on Earth, and admittedly had more than a crush on him when he was a young teen (his mother and Bulma called it hero worship, and Gohan never bothered to correct them)…but his head jerked back as a gloved hand moved to touch his cheek. He couldn’t help the hiss, or the hurt glance he gave his father has his hair was used to jerk his head back into reach. “Now, now, Kakarott…no need to be so abusive,” Vegeta said, running gloved fingers over Gohan’s cheek.

Gohan heard his father’s faint growl at the reprimand and then a sharp slap echoed through the hall. Gohan moved his eyes to his father’s countenance and saw a red welt forming, but the man looked straightforward. He turned his attention back to the prince. He couldn’t be certain, but it seemed Vegeta was taller than what he remembered…or it could be he was kneeling on the floor and had not seen the older sayian from this angle since he was a child.

“I see, you think Radditz picked a good one, but he is only a slave, after all,” Vegeta said as he slowly started walking behind Gohan, trailing fingers over his shoulders until the lingering contact was lost. “I think I have to agree with you, your brother knows my appetites very well for a person I’ve never been involved with.”

Gohan heard his father’s sharp exhale of breath, but there was no other reaction from his…Kakarott. Something finally clicked in his mind. This was not his father! This was a sayian raised on Vegeta-sei, and he would probably find very little (if any) mercy or help from this man.

Gohan finally caught sight of Vegeta again, on the opposite side of Kakarott, and was able to answer his earlier question about the prince’s height; he was taller, virtually the same height as this Kakarott. He shuddered as the prince ran a gloved hand indulgently between the split material of the vest Kakarott was wearing. He turned his head away as Vegeta initiated a kiss. This might not be his dad, or the Vegeta he knew, but this was made even more distressing by the fact it was the images of the two most important men in his life: kissing! His eyes were diverted, and he seriously considered covering his ears with his hands as pleased moans he heard from Kakarott disturbed him even further.

“Would it please you,” Kakarott leaned his ear closer to his prince’s warm mouth, “If I let you prep him?”

Kakarott’s eyes narrowed at Vegeta suggestion, even as he growled his pleasure at the idea of having this young slave at his mercy, “Oh, yes.”

Gohan wasn’t certain if that was supposed to have been a private topic, but he had heard it all the same. ‘Prep?’ he started to struggle against the leash, placing his hands on the floor and pushing away only to have Kakarott pull it closer to his side. It took alarmingly little effort on the sayian’s part to throw Gohan off balance and he finally settled with his head pressed against the outside of Kakarott’s leg.

Vegeta smirked, briefly touching his lips to that of his concubine’s before turning away, and finding a chair to sit in. He turned it to face the others in the room, took off his cloak, and hung it off of the high-backed chair before getting comfortable.

‘This is a wet dream gone to chaos,’ Gohan’s frantic mind ranted over and over, ‘I’ll wake from this insanity at any moment,’ but it didn’t happen; the perverse fantasy continued to persist!

Kakarott grinned as he reached for some ice left over from one of the dessert trays on a lower table. He knelt down behind the slave and ran the cold cubes over the slave’s genitals, relishing in the hissed shock the slave emitted. He jerked on the leash until the slave’s ear was next to his mouth, and then he ran his tongue over the shell of the young saiyan’s ear. He stopped as he heard his prince clear his throat and looked up to see a finger wagging in the negative. He growled, but stopped his mouth, and took vicious pleasure in continuing to massage ice over the other.

“S-stop!” Gohan said; he couldn’t take any more. Why wasn’t he waking up when situations in his dreams became emotionally uncomfortable like he usually did? What purpose or meaning was his subconscious possibly trying to convey?

Kakarott pulled back on the leash, intentionally choking the slave, “What was that?”

Gohan’s hands dropped back to brace against Kakarott’s thighs. He really didn’t want to take a seat in his father’s lap right now. “Please stop…its numb,” Gohan whispered hoarsely; he could feel the blood pressure building under his skin. Warm tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

“Don’t tell me what to do, you fuck,” Kakarott whispered quietly in his ear, trying to hide his temper from the prince, “You’d be best advised to keep that worthless mouth of yours shut,” Gohan whimpered as ice water ran down the insides of his thighs, and pooled at his knees, “You understand me?” Kakarott asked him and Gohan nodded.

Kakarott tossed the remaining ice to the marble floor and reached into his pocket for one of things his brother had pressed into his hands before turning the slave over to him. He let the leash drop to the floor, but put a knee on it before the delusional slave could think about getting up to run off. ‘Wives…what will it come up with next?’ Kakarott took a moment to untwist the knot the thing had become in his pocket, before twining it around the slave’s shriveled cock.

Gohan shied away from his fathe…Kakarott’s hands. His reactions had been bad enough when the man had been placing ice on him…now the man was fondling him. He gasped, eyes rolling back in pleasure before he shook himself. What if something like this was happening to Videl? “Can’t be that numb, little slave. You’re growing hard in my hand,” Kakarott whispered to him and Gohan whined.

Vegeta shifted in his chair as he watched his concubine with the slave. The solstice fire was covering them in constantly moving light and shadow. It left some of what was happening up to his imagination. This evening was turning out more interesting than what it had promised. He smirked at the device he saw being wound around the slave’s dick and wondered if Kakarott had it before or after he knew there would be company tonight. If it was before, Kakarott was in a nasty mood. If it was after…Vegeta shivered: maybe turning the slave over to Kakarott’s control hadn’t been the most kind of ideas.

“You’re going to stay here,” Kakarott whispered into Gohan’s ear, “If you make a move to run away, Vegeta will put a ki blast through your heart and then make me fuck your corpse.”

Gohan whimpered and nodded, shocked to hear something even repeated from a voice so like his father’s. He slumped forward slightly as the leash was released. He would do what was necessary in order to find a way to his wife. In this case, that meant live. He heard Kakarott get up from behind him and move away briefly before coming back.

Vegeta shifted in his chair again as he watched his concubine break a melting arm off of one of the ice statues and grab a dish of oil spread from the table. There was no doubt what Kakarott intended, and he anticipated seeing how adversely the slave would react.

Gohan shuddered as he felt Kakarott’s firm hand on his ass. He gasped and bucked away as the touch became more intimate.

Kakarott jerked the slave’s leash back to the floor as he made a move away from him. The little fuck really didn’t understand his place. He smiled as he slipped slicked fingers inside the slave, his own cock twitching at the pathetic, needy sounds given at the intrusion.

Vegeta cleared his throat to get Kakarott’s attention, and then made a circling motion with one finger. Kakarott nodded and pressed a thigh up against the slave’s hip, “Move that way,” he instructed under his breath.

Gohan whimpered as he moved, the other’s fingers still buried in his ass. He cried out as they started to stretch him, and his stomach churned. This…this was supposed to be immoral. Why did it feel so good? “You’re lucky you are even getting this much attention. If it weren’t so entertaining for his Highness watching me deal with you, you’d have probably been fucked raw,” Kakarott’s statement removed all optimistic doubts as to what was coming in Gohan’s mind.

Vegeta shifted again, his perverse smirk becoming an intent stare as he watched his concubine continue to stretch and slick the slave. He muffled a groan as Kakarott reached over and grabbed the broken limb of the ice sculpture and slid it in slowly.

Gohan cried out and jerked away from the cold assault, but he didn’t get far. Kakarott had a knowing hold on his leash. The concubine twisted the ice limb as he pressed it into the slave, and then pulled it back out.

Gohan called out as circulation to his cock began to return to normal. It felt like fiery pin pricks. He thrashed against his collar as Kakarott shoved what ever that cold thing was up his ass again.

Kakarott didn’t realize how much he was enjoying watching the slave squirm until he almost growled as the prince cleared his throat to gain his attention. Yet another thing to be annoyed at the salve for; the little bastard was making him lose his focus as to what his own station in life was. Kakarott had to remember he really had no power over the slave while in the prince’s presence except for what Vegeta himself deemed was appropriate.

Vegeta stood and walked over to the pair kneeling on the floor. He took a moment to caress Kakarott’s face before he held his hand out for the chain. He ran his fingers through his concubine’s hair, and leaned down to kiss him before turning his focus to the slave. “Take the ice out of him…I don’t want it to be too cold when I fuck him,” Vegeta said crassly as he raised the slave’s leash so the other was looking at him.

“So, my gift, do you have a name?” Vegeta asked. He smirked as the slave gasped and bucked as the ice was removed from him. There was a steady hiss as Kakarott threw what remained of it into the solstice fire.

“Gohan,” Gohan replied meekly.

“Gohan? Do you know who I am?” Vegeta asked him. He ran gloved fingers gently over the slave’s face. Something about the way the question was asked made Gohan nervous to answer. Did he play stupid? “Look at me! Do you know who I am?”

“Yes!”

“Then why would you not address me as my station?” Vegeta asked him, slight anger tinting his voice.

“Your Highness!” Gohan finally caught on. That was a bit to wrap his mind around, but he knew he’d better adjust to it quickly.

“And you will always address me as such unless I tell you otherwise,” Vegeta pursed his lips, “I think it’s a lesson you’ll need to remember though,” Gohan certainly gained no comfort from the smile cast down on him, “Kakarott?”

“Yes, your Highness?” Kakarott asked his liege.

“Will you go get a torch,” Vegeta requested.

Kakarott stood, and looked around, walking over to the nearest torch before bringing it back. He held it out for his prince to take, but Vegeta shook his head, “No, I think I’ll enjoy watching you do this.”

“What is it my Prince would like to happen?” Kakarott asked, not certain what the other had in mind.

Vegeta grinned, “Use that,” he said, pointing at the oil spread, “And trace a design down his spine. Anything you’d like,” the prince granted as he held tighter to Gohan’s chain.

Kakarott dipped his fingers in the soft yellow substance, and then traced a lightening bolt between Gohan’s shoulder blades. He looked up for his prince’s approval, and received a nod, “Now, light it on fire.”

Gohan jerked sideways, trying to get from between the two maniacs…this was out of control! The collar brought him up short, and Vegeta’s other hand in his hair held him still, “Please…don’t do this!” He wasn’t afraid of the pain; he’d had so much worse over the years, but the cruelty of this was just wrong!

“I see the lesson still hasn’t been learned,” Vegeta sneered down at him.

“Please, Your Highness!” Gohan begged, clutching Vegeta’s thighs in his hands.

“Too late. Now, unless you want to be branded as well as burned, you will hold still,” Vegeta stated coldly.

Gohan closed his eyes and tensed as he waited for his father to touch his skin with the torch. His cry was mostly filled with anger at his helplessness in this situation, rather than actual pain, as fired graced his skin briefly. ‘Please, Kami, don’t let this be happening to my family.’ The fire flashed quickly using up the small amount of fuel that fed it, before going out.

“He needs another,” Vegeta told his concubine. He used his knee to press the other back from his slouching position against his legs.

Kakarott grinned, and drew a spiral around the slave’s tail scar. The look his prince gave him for doing so was delicious, and he set the mark to burning also, taking immense pleasure from the slave’s helpless reactions.

Gohan jerked forward as his nerves were overwhelmed. Regular skin he could handle, but the fire placed there…he understood now, it could get worse.

“You understand your place?” Vegeta asked his little, crying slave.

“Yes, your Highness,” Gohan sniffled against Vegeta’s thigh.

“Good. Then we need to think of something to call you for this evening,” Vegeta grinned, “What do you think, Kakarott? What is a good name for our toy this evening?”

Kakarott inspected the oil spread on his fingers as he took a moment to think it over, “How about Scum, my Prince?”

Vegeta lifted Gohan’s red-blotched face up to look him over, “Hmmmm, scum is good, and maybe, we’ll call it that some other time. I think ‘Slut’ rolls so much easier off of the tongue though, don’t you?”

Kakarott smirked, “Yes, your Highness.”

Vegeta grinned, running a thumb through some of Gohan’s weak tears, “You will be known as Slut then,” he grinned down at the other.

Gohan shuddered and closed his eyes. He opened them again as a hand ran almost affectionately through his hair, “Now, Slut. I wish for you to pleasure me,” Vegeta said as he drew his pants down his hips, exposing his ridged cock. Gohan looked at it and then back up at Vegeta. He moved his hand tentatively up the prince’s thigh, “No…not like that. With your mouth,” Vegeta instructed, taking his erection in hand and pressing it against Gohan’s lips.

Gohan shut his eyes, “I’d like to wake up now,” he whispered to himself.

“What was that?” Vegeta asked him.

“I-I said, I’d like to wake up now, your Highness,” Gohan whispered, shuddering as warm flesh was traced over his lips.

“But my dear, little Slut, you aren’t asleep,” Vegeta cooed down at him. He glanced up at Kakarott and gave him a nod.

Kakarott grinned, and dug his thumb into the center of the spiral he had drawn earlier. As the slave cried out in pain, Vegeta shoved the head of his erection into its mouth.

Gohan continued to scream as his mouth was filled, and then he jerked back as his gag reflexes kicked in. He couldn’t get anything but involuntary reflexes to function while Kakarott continued to press his thumb into his tail scar. Vegeta held his slack body in place with a hand braced against the back of his head, groaning with delight at the vibrations the slave’s muffled screams were sending through his dick. He hissed before he looked down, “I don’t think he’s ever done this before,” he said in mild surprise as he pulled out and plunged back in.

Kakarott watched intently as Vegeta continued to fuck the slave’s mouth. He licked his lips as he watched wishing he was the one sucking his prince off, but enjoying the slave’s naïve reactions, “Maybe he hasn’t, your Highness.”

Vegeta hissed as he sank back in to that warm, resisting mouth, “How would that be possible?” he whispered curiously. “A slave, this old? He’s had to of sucked cock before…”

“Maybe he…doesn’t like it, your Highness?” Kakarott suggested tentatively, the idea foreign to a point the concubine had trouble contemplating it.

Vegeta growled as he plunged back in and then held the other still, “Even a slave that doesn’t care for it, learns to pretend as though it does,” he growled before pulling all the way out and pressing Gohan to the side. “Come here, Kakarott,” Vegeta beckoned with one finger and Kakarott quickly took the slave’s unwanted place.

Vegeta groaned as Kakarott’s excellent mouth wrapped knowingly around his flesh. He ran his fingers through mussed spikes, only using the touch to keep his balance; there was no need to force his erection down his concubine’s throat. The man took exceedingly great pleasure in sucking him off. Vegeta jerked the chain he still held, directing the slave’s attention to the oral act being performed on him. He groaned and his knees buckled slightly; Kakarott took this to a high art form.

Kakarott went down on his prince with delight. He closed his eyes to the slave as it struggled to regain its breath, choosing to focus solely on bring his prince pleasure. He hummed in gratitude at Vegeta’s sounds of appreciation: a reward for a job being well done. If the slut couldn’t get this part correct, he had very little chance of staying alive long. The prince would tire of training him quickly and remove him like so much garbage.

Gohan tried to look away, the sensual feelings he gained watching them together were shocking. Watching his virtual father suck Vegeta off…he tried to tell himself he was only watching because the prince would jerk the leash any time he attempted to turn away, but that could only account for his looking…it couldn’t account for his continued ragged breathing, or the excitement stimulating other parts of his anatomy.

Or the groan that involuntarily escaped his throat, ‘Videl, forgive me,’ his eyes widened as he realized the noise had come from him. Too late to take it back, the prince was grinning down at him, “Changing your mind?”

“Highness?” Gohan squeaked back. Gohan mentally slapped himself; he was a grown man for Kami’s sake!

“Mmmmmmm,” Vegeta held Kakarott’s head still and withdrew slowly from his concubine’s worshiping mouth. He bent down and kissed his trusted lover with fervor before turning back to his slave, “Try it again, Slut.”

Kakarott glared as the slave took his place, wiping his chin off as he watched. This second time was going easier: not so much fighting involved. He didn’t know how he should feel about that; but jealousy was becoming an option.

Vegeta grinned knowingly at the growl he heard from beside him, “Yes, so much better this time. See? It’s so good when you’re not resisting it,” he encouraged the slave as he pressed more of himself in. “Now, add some suction…aaah, ssss, goooood Slut.”

Gohan had little trouble agreeing with the prince. It was going much easier now that he wasn’t resisting him so much…now if he could just stop resisting himself!

Kakarott leaned in, and placed his lips against the slave’s ear, “Now, hum,” he instructed quietly. Gohan shivered at the seductive breath of warm air against his ear. The words finally sunk in and he nervously tried to do as he was coached. “No, not whine: hum,” Kakarott whispered before closing his lips over the lobe of the slave’s ear and demonstrating the deep vibration he was wanting the slave to apply before adding a dark chuckle as the slave shivered in response.

Gohan squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to fend off the unexpected reaction he had to his father sucking on his ear as he sucked Vegeta off. If this had been a dream, maybe it would have made things easier, thinking this was something his subconscious had decided he needed to explore. But it wasn’t a dream, as the prince had been so willing to inform him, so his reactions to these things that were happening were very real.

Vegeta grinned down at the two of them, “Giving your secrets away, Kakarott?”

Kakarott sucked gently at Gohan’s ear as he pulled away. He ran his nose around the outside as he glanced sideways at his prince, “No, your Highness,” he said, licking at Gohan’s working jaw, “Just playing with the Slut, my Prince.”

Vegeta smirked and pressed a finger under Kakarott’s chin, “Come up here and play,” he requested. Kakarott kissed the inside of his gloved palm before standing to do as asked. He bit gently on Vegeta’s lobe before humming deeply. He grinned and moved down to Vegeta’s throat, twirling his tongue eagerly on the royal flesh, sucking at odd places for brief moments, before moving on. His hands came to rest hesitantly on the prince’s hips, never knowing if it was something he would be encouraged to continue, or be punished for his impudence. It seemed this time it was to be the former. Kakarott ran his nose across the back of Vegeta’s neck, scenting along the royal’s fevered flesh, delighting in the vibrations that tickled his nose.

Gohan’s jaw was sore and his lips were chapping, but he continued to do what he had been told to; he could fight it, but in the end, these two would still get what they wanted out of him. He felt the pressure increase on his head and looked up to see Kakarott’s arm aligning with Vegeta’s. He gagged as the prince’s hips were pressed forward, but did not draw back.

“How dare you,” Vegeta asked even as he leaned his head back against Kakarott’s broad chest. He groaned as his concubine used his own hips to press his forward towards the slave’s face.

Kakarott panted, knowing he was treading on a thin edge and had possibly already crossed the invisible moving line that made up the prince’s patience. “Just…excited, watching you,” Kakarott groaned, “My Ouji,” he shuddered as he rubbed up against Vegeta’s still clothed backside.

Vegeta shivered at the use of the high tongue and underlying truth in his concubine’s confession, “You should be punished,” his statement held no conviction. His concubine’s actions were making him crazy with need.

“Fuck him and make me watch then, my Prince,” Kakarott dared from between clenched teeth. The concubine groaned in disappointment as Vegeta shrugged his hands off of him, and was then forced to step back. The leash was pressed into his hands.

Gohan gasped thankfully as Vegeta withdrew from his mouth. He’d never take another blowjob his wife gave him for granted. He obediently dropped his head to the floor as Kakarott dropped the chain down and stepped on it. Kakarott held his hands behind his back as Vegeta stepped behind the slave and knelt down.

“It should be you here before me,” Vegeta glared at Kakarott as he pressed into Gohan. The slave struggled once, and Kakarott took the opportunity to kick him in the ribs.

“Yes, your Highness,” he acknowledged in disappointment as he watched Vegeta slam himself mercilessly into the slave.

“Instead, your actions have caused me to use this tailless slave,” Vegeta growled, glaring at the back of such an unworthy person.

Gohan called out as he was entered again. He voice was embarrassingly high, but he couldn’t control the sounds escaping him, just as he had no control over anything that had been happening. His knees were sliding against the marble and slowly spreading wider at the force the prince was using. He felt Vegeta lean over him and then his head was being drawn back by the leash and collar as his back was bowed. His hands instinctively went to try and relive the pressure around his throat.

Kakarott was at a loss as to what to do with himself. He was achingly hard watching as the prince took his full measure out on the slave, but he knew better than to touch himself. He whined with need before he thought better of expressing himself.

Vegeta chuckled darkly before biting at the slave’s shoulder, and watching his concubine struggle with himself. He reached up and pinched an exposed nipple, watching as one of Kakarott’s hands slid behind his vest, mimicking his movements. The prince smirked, “Go grab some ice,” he instructed.

Kakarott turned to do as he was told, returning as quickly as possible. He held the ice out for Vegeta to grab, but withdrew his hand as the prince shook his head.

Gohan gasped for breath as his leash was let go. He cried out in shock as one of the prince’s hands wrapped around his cock and started stroking him expertly. He bucked up into the hand, gaining some measure of acknowledgeable enjoyment from what was happening to him. He whimpered as his body felt like it should be releasing at any moment, and nothing happened. Something was blocking him.

Kakarott hissed as he folded his fist with the ice around his erection and started stroking himself. He grinned wickedly as the slave’s body tightened up, but nothing happened.

Vegeta stilled as he felt the slave’s body lock up around him, enjoying the tight sensation, before picking up where he left off. He beckoned to his concubine with his tail, and Kakarott came and knelt in front of the slave. He quickly removed his hand and gasped as the prince’s tail wound around his cock: furry, warm, velvet replacing his icy grip.

“You want me to continue that?” Vegeta asked archly.

“Yes, your Highness, Please,” Kakarott implored.

“Go get another torch,” Vegeta instructed, removing his tail, “Don’t lose the ice.”

Kakarott shook his head to clear it as he stood. It was difficult to think through anything beyond the lust pounding in his head. He grabbed a torch, and came back, kneeling in front of the other two.

“Trace a design on his chest, and burn it,” Vegeta instructed, holding both of Gohan’s arms down at his sides by his elbows.

Kakarott quickly did as he was told, and moaned in pleasure as the prince’s tail wound around his cock again as the slave hissed in pain. “Now, ice it,” Vegeta instructed. Neither of them were prepared for the needy wail that exploded from between the slave’s lips.

“Please…please let me come, your Highness!” Gohan panted. He no longer cared if he should be embarrassed by what was happening or that it was grounds for infidelity. His body was urging him to do what felt good.

“Shut up, Slut,” Vegeta hissed as he pressed up inside the other. There was another hiss of pain, and followed again by one of those howling calls. “Oh, gods,” the Prince groaned as the slave locked up once more around him, and he finally released his need.

Kakarott cried out has the tail surrounding him squeezed him tightly before jerking up one last time. He climaxed without remorse, both onto the slave’s thigh, and his prince’s tail.

Gohan struggled, trying to replace the prince’s teasing hands with his own. He whined when he was not allowed to do so, panting desperately with his cock aching between his legs.

Vegeta leaned back from the slave’s body. He shoved him forward, and spoke quietly to his concubine, “Get him cleaned up and fed. Keep him with you, and you alone!”

Kakarott nodded as he watched his prince get up. He stayed where he was as Vegeta gathered his cloak and left the hall.

He finally stood as the door closed harshly, and grabbed more ice. He placed on the slave’s engorged cock, “Sssssh,” he whispered soothingly to the other, “Kakarott’s going to make it all better.”

Gohan opened lust fevered eyes to the other and nodded, stilling under the other’s cooling hand, “Please,” he whispered desperately.

Kakarott nodded, and moved his hand to check the effectiveness of the ice. He grunted at the slack in the device, and leaned down to bite through one of the lacings, making it easier to unravel the whole net. He drew back and then licked his lips, “You did well, if the prince wants you to stay with me.”

Gohan whined at the lack of sensation, but opened blurry eyes to the other, “Don’t hate me.”

“Why would I hate you?” Kakarott asked, reaching a finger out to touch the slave’s cheek gently.

“He used me instead of you…” Gohan began. He understood it was supposed to have been some sort of punishment aimed at Kakarott.

Kakarott shook his head, “You did me a favor. Vegeta’s been too tense lately and has been afraid to take it out on me.”

Gohan sighed, thoroughly confused, and sat up. He grabbed some of the abandoned ice on the floor, and traced it around the collar, trying to cool some of the chaffing. “I wouldn’t do that,” Kakarott said, pulling his hand away.

“Why?” Gohan asked.

“Any extra moisture around that will feel good now, but make it more raw later,” he explained as he stood.

Gohan dropped the ice reluctantly. He shuddered as he felt the concubine pick up his leash, “Come, time to get you cleaned up.”

Gohan rolled to his knees before standing. He followed the other out of the hall. “What crime did you commit that your tail was cut off?” Kakarott finally asked. It wasn’t too often a sayian slave was found on Vegeta-sei.

Gohan shook his head, not knowing how to answer, “I guess…being half sayian,” he came up with lamely.

Kakarott continued to walk towards his quarters, but one eyebrow rose in curiosity. Maybe this was why it was worried about a wife and child it no longer had any control over. He slowed as his door came nearer, before turning into a darkened alcove.

Gohan hissed in shock as his back was pressed against a rough wall and his fath…Kakarott’s mouth was surrounding him in unexpected heat. He moaned loudly as the concubine hummed around him, gasping and pumping up into that sweet mouth. “Oh, Kami,” he whispered before a hand was clamped over his mouth. He quieted his moans as best he could before placing both of his hands over the other’s as he screeched his climax, slumping to the floor immediately after.

Kakarott rolled the slave to his knees and then braced himself behind the other. “No…” Gohan started, as he felt the other press against his abused backside, but his mouth was again barricade by a large hand.

Kakarott groaned quietly as he pressed himself into the other, before bringing the other’s torso up, and whispering in the slave’s ear, “Do you know what happens if we are found,” he asked the other.

Gohan shook his head, his eyes having gone wide, and one hand still trying to remove the concubine’s from his mouth.

Kakarott nibbled at the slave’s ear before continuing to educate the other, “You will be killed outright,” he groaned as he fucked the slave. His instincts were getting more and more difficult to control around his prince.

Gohan stilled in shock at the statement, “And I,” Kakarott hissed, his head dropping for a moment before he lifted it back up, “Will probably have my dick cut off, be given to the prince’s guards for a gang-bang, and then killed. So you will keep your mouth shut!” he whispered harshly, groaning one last time before he let loose into the other.

Gohan shivered at the feeling of Kakarott filling him, before shuddering at his own reaction. He groaned quietly. What the hell was wrong with him?!

Kakarott hissed as he withdrew from the slave. He pulled his pants the rest of the way up, and then picked up the leash where he had dropped it. “Come on. I’d like to get some rest,” he said, jerking the slave’s leash until the other sluggishly responded. He waited until the other was off of the floor and into the hall before sending out a low-level ki blanket over the area to destroy any evidence. That had been a one-time opportunity, when the electricity to all surveillance cameras in the area had been turned off.

Gohan stood unsteady on his feet and watched before he followed the concubine to his quarters. Once the door was locked from the inside, the leash and collar were finally removed, and Kakarott seemed to forget him for a moment. He looked desperately around the quarters, inspecting for any way to get out. There was one window near the ceiling, showing a tiny patch of night sky with a few brilliant stars, but he still didn’t know if he even had enough ki on this planet to fly.

Kakarott returned too soon for him to find out, “Come,” he said, turning back the way he had come from.

Gohan followed him unsteadily, sighing in relief at the sight of the water running from a couple of showerheads. “We will wash and sleep,” Kakarott informed him, stepping underneath one of the spigots. Gohan followed his example and took his time gently running lathered hands over his abused flesh. He glanced up at a snort from the other and watched Kakarott shake his head before turning away; “You are going to have to get used to it!” he called out over his shoulder.

Gohan rinsed off his hands and then used them to remove the rest of the suds. He turned the water off and found Kakarott’s discarded towel. He used it to dry off with while returning to the first room.

Kakarott held up some plain clothing, “You’re a little smaller than I, but these should work.” Gohan eyed the clothes greedily and then checked himself. What was this place doing to him?

Kakarott sighed as he leaned up against a wall and watched the slave dress. When the other was finished, he pointed towards the bed, “You get the side nearest the wall.”

Gohan looked from the bed, back to his father, before sighing and lying down, turning on his side to face the wall.

Kakarott lay behind the slave, throwing a warding arm over him, “Vegeta has placed you under my protection and guardianship. I can’t agree I would be the best choice.”

Gohan didn’t hear a word; he was already sleeping.

~o0o~~o0o~

“…wishes?” Krillan asked, looking around at the rest of the group. Everyone gave each other the same blank stares. None of them had even known someone was looking for the dragon balls.

“Where’s Gohan?” Videl asked. Her husband and been laughing and eating with the rest of them. She had gotten up to get him another plate and was returning to deliver it when it had become dark and now she held a full plate with no one to give it to.

It was sort of odd to watch as one by one the z fighters’ eyes went blank the look indicating they were searching for someone’s ki. Even Videl knew it was taking too long before Goku finally announced, “I can’t feel him.” Videl dropped the plate she had been holding.

The clamor it caused as it hit the patio still didn’t drown out Chichi’s dismayed gasp before she collapsed. Her father caught her before she fell to the ground, laying her out gently. He looked around, “Bra, will you please go get a damp cloth,” he asked the young lady. Bra stood from her chair and turned to the task she had been asked to do.

“You’re certain?” Bulma turned to Goku.

“Of course he’s certain,” Vegeta stated from where he had separated himself from the rest of the group.

Bulma snorted at her husband before turning back to her friends, “You don’t suppose…why would anyone want to wish Gohan away? If him, why not the rest of the Z fighters?” she asked everyone in the group, who all stared back at her. She was supposed to be the genius! Why was she asking them these questions?

Both Goten’s and Goku’s heads snapped to the west, “What?”

“Pan,” Goku said, putting his fingers to his forehead and disappearing.

“She must have just figured out what we have,” Goten quickly interpreted his father’s actions.

Videl brought a shaking hand to her chest. She sniffled and then blinked at a handkerchief that seemed to have materialized out of nowhere. She smiled briefly at Yamcha in gratitude and used it to dab at her eyes.

Moments later Goku returned with Pan in tow, “I am NOT sorry I did it!” she shouted at her grandfather has he forcibly sat her down in a chair, keeping one hand on her shoulder.

“Pan, honey?” Videl asked.

“I am not sorry I wished him out of my life!” Pan told her mother.

There were several surprised gasps, but mostly widened, disbelieving eyes from the youngest Son’s statement.

“Are you insane?!” Goten asked his niece.

Pan folded her arms over her chest, “Relax. I only made one wish, with the regular dragon balls. You people can wish him back in six months.”

“In order to do that,” Vegeta’s cold voice broke in, “We need to know where you wished him to…other than ‘out of your life’,” he added as the brat started to open her mouth.

Pan clenched her jaw, “I don’t have to tell you,” she squealed in shock as her ear was boxed.

“You don’t have to tell him, but you will tell me,” eyes already seeming impossibly wide widened even further at Goku’s actions.

Pan turned pain filled eyes to her grandfather at his cold tone. She had never seen him behave this way, “Vegeta-sei.”

“There is no Vegeta-sei,” Vegeta cut in.

“I wished him to a time line where the sayians had never come to earth, nor had Vegeta-sei been destroyed,” Pan said…she was starting to understand maybe she had underestimated her actions…but she still wasn’t sorry!

“You thought you were in trouble before today?” Videl told her daughter. “You know nothing,” Pan visibly shrunk from her mother’s fury. Videl couldn’t believe her own daughter would do this! Gohan and she had thought their daughter would understand why she was being grounded, after having stowed away on the space ship to New Namek.

“Kakarott,” Vegeta spoke, “We need to speak.” Goku growled as he let his granddaughter’s ear go.

Goku followed Vegeta halfway around the Capsule Corp. building before the prince finally stopped. “What did you want to say, Vegeta,” he asked.

“Your son may have…issues on Vegeta-sei,” Vegeta began.

“As a mystic, he’s stronger than a super sayian, Vegeta. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s…”

“He’s tailless on our home world, Kakarott,” Vegeta interrupted.

Goku looked at him, “What…what does that mean?” he asked with the same gravity Vegeta was using.

“Well, even if he has the strength, it will still mean he’s a slave,” Vegeta said, “And we…they had borrowed technologies to bind slaves’ kis.”

The way Vegeta said slave didn’t sit well with Goku, “What has my granddaughter done actually mean, Vegeta?”

Vegeta sighed, “Let’s go to the G.R. to discuss this. It will take a while.”

Goku followed Vegeta towards the training aid. “The best we can hope is that he is sent to the mines,” Vegeta said over his shoulder as he opened the door to the G.R.

“What’s the worst?” Goku asked as he stepped up the stairs to follow Vegeta.

Vegeta shook his head as he closed the door, his eyes seeming very old and tired.

It was a very educational and shocking night for Goku.

~o0o~~o0o~
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