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Pure Evil 4: A New Evil	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil 4: A New Evil

By Sefiru

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Pairings: Kakarott x Vegeta

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, anal, oral,
BDSM, bondage, violence, language, pure evil.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott. Long
live the King.

Thank yous to all my reviewers � I
just hope I can continue to deliver!

Macha: I�m a terrible judge of my own writing, usually all I can see are my screwups.
It might just be that this one has more plot �

pun_xy: golf is the perfect game for Vegeta-jii: pompous and slightly ridiculous.

Starlight_dragon: yes, you�re right about the Tuffle. But can anyone guess the other new characters?

Sorry for the slightly late update, folks � I was literally a thousand miles
away from my computer this week.

In this chapter: A busy day at the Saiyan
high court.

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Chapter 2: Foresight

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�� High court drags
on and on as minor functionaries present their reports. This or that project is
proceeding on schedule. Such-and-such a budget projection should be amended due
to thus-and-so. Minister A wants a bigger slice of the pie than Minister B.
Snore. There�s a small break mid-morning when Sharise
shows up to present her pie with full traditional ceremony. She�s even taken
the trouble to hunt down the plaited sandsnake to
make her full-dress bandolier. But after that it�s right back to lies, damn
lies and statistics, not necessarily in that order. I set part of my brain on
record and focus on something that interests me. Namely,
Kakarott.

�� I lean my head on
his knee and drink in his scent. One hand is on his ankle, stroking his skin
and feeling his blood flow underneath. Kakarott has a lovely pulse. I feel
stupid just thinking that, but it�s true. And the fur of his tail against mine,
the sound of his voice. He scratches my ears and I purr softly. This is why I
really come to these meetings � to slow down, sit still and simply appreciate
my mate. I can tell Kakarott is paying me as much attention as the reports,
because his tail tip creeps up to trace patterns on my ass. I�ll need to think
of a way to pay him back for that.

�� After the Saiyan flunkies (walking oxymorons,
I sneer. Emphasis on moron), we see not one but two human delegations. The
first is a gold-braid-wrapped troupe that informs us that the King of Earth
wishes to visit Vegetasei. To which Kakarott
responds, �he sent me a note two weeks ago and I
already said it was ok.� I smirk at their boggled expressions. It hasn�t
occurred to them that two kings might communicate by email like normal people.

�� The second
�delegation� is Mr. Satan. He struts into the courtroom with his medallions
sparkling and strikes a pose. �Greetings! O King of the Saiyans!�

�� Morning, Mr.
Satan. What brings you here?� Kakarott�s tail snakes
under my shirt.

�� I come to ask
you to permit the Saiyan people to study under my
stupendous knowledge of martial arts.�

�� The tailtip quivers, so I know Kakarott is holding back a
laugh. �Nothing�s stopping them. Just show up at a free spar and kick a few
butts, you�ll get students.�

�� But, surely they
would only need to hear of my greatness to flock to my school!�

�� Saiyans don�t take people�s words for these things, you
know.� Kakarott runs his fingertips over the back of my neck. His tailtip finds the sensitive spots on my ribs, and my eyes
half close in pleasure. Mr. Satan looks uncomfortable. �And if my people think
you�re truly powerful, learning won�t be the only thing they�re interested in.�

�� I, um, nothing
would please me more than the adulation of my students!�

�� Don�t say I
didn�t warn you.�

�� A commotion at
the doors draws our attention. Someone is arguing with the sentries; it sounds
like Bardock. �I have to see the king, you fuckwits! It�s an emergency!�

�� Let him in,�
Kakarott calls. Bardock stumbles in, growling, obviously fresh from the field;
his tail drags alarmingly, and he is rubbing his head with one hand. I
immediately sit up.

�� Did you have a
vision?� Kakarott asks.

�� A leather hassock
appears and Bardock falls onto it. �Yeah. We have to
get old man Vegeta in here. To tell us how many survivor fleets he sent out.�

�� Both of us shoot
bolt upright at that. I shout, �What!?�
Kakarott nods and his ki spikes as
he sends messages.

�� I�ve called for Mirai and Gohan as well; it
sounds like they should hear this. You can tell us about it when everyone gets
here.� I feel like arguing, but then patience has never been my strong point.
Instead I shout for the sentries to fetch our lunch; let them do something
useful for a change. Mr. Satan takes the opportunity to continue his spiel: it�s
obvious that what he really wants is for Kakarott to endorse him. Kakarott
seems to be letting him stay for his entertainment value.

�� About an hour
later my father walks in, wearing his usual armor and cape. Mr. Satan is still
talking, one arm extended flat in front of him and the other cocked over his
head as he blathers about his imagined prowess. The old man stops short and
studies him. �Did the humans send you a court jester, Kakarott?�

�� I am no jester!�
Mr. Satan turned around and struck another pose. �I am Mr. Satan, champion
fighter of all Earth!�

�� I�ll believe
that when I see it.�

�� I have defeated
countless enemies.�

�� They must have
died laughing.�

�� Quantity over
quality won�t get you anywhere,� Bardock chimes in. I open my mouth to add fuel
to the fire, but Kakarott claps his hands to get our attention.

�� Mr. Satan, I
have already told you the best way to attract Saiyan
students. You are free to try whatever you wish, and the results are none of my
concern. Now if you don�t mind, we have serious business to discuss.�

�� Fear not, I
will teach them well!� With one last flourish Mr. Satan marches out; he crosses
paths with Gohan and Mirai
at the door. They trade a WTF? Look
as they walk into the room. The two Demis sit
cross-legged on the rug, and Kakarott teleports
another hassock for the old man.

�� So what�s this
emergency that requires my attention?� my father says sarcastically. �Has the
General prophesied the main sewer backing up?� Infrastructure Minister is a big
step down from his previous job, even if he is good at it. Kakarott�s
tail flicks from side to side.

�� Vegeta-jii, how many refugee fleets did you send out?�

�� The old man
stiffens. �Four fleets were sent; this one was the largest. But we lost contact
with the others years ago. We assumed they were dead.�

�� Bardock, tell us
exactly what you saw.�

�� He tells us of
the fight between me and some other person, the starving Saiyan
children, the strange Tuffle-like creature. �These
things tend to repeat with more detail the closer they get. I got a second
round on the way here, with another image: two of our colony ships, approaching
each other in deep space.�

�� The ships were
in groups of at least three,� my father says. �So some of
them are dead.�

�� But at least one
is definitely alive. And our people are stuck in the depths of space, in a
possibly damaged ship, while we frolic around down here.� Kakarott plants his
elbows on his knees. �This is urgent, especially if the fleets are under
threat. We�ll send one of our ships to contact and resupply
them. Thoughts?�

�� Only the colony
ships have enough range and cargo capacity,� Gohan
says. �But a full crew is nearly 20% of our adult population. We can�t spare
that many.�

�� Make it a joint
mission, then,� Mirai replies. �According to the
vision, the Nameks will be there anyway. Throw in
some human engineers and scientists for balance.�

�� It�s a good idea,
but I can�t help but snort at the image. �Why not invite a Kai along, we�ll
have the full collection.�

�� Actually that�s
not a bad idea.� Kakarott scratches his neck for a moment, and then hands down
our assignments. I�m going, of course, since I was in the vision. However,
Kakarott can�t come with me; with Tuffles possibly on
the loose, we must keep the homeworlds well guarded.
He assigns Gohan as my second in command. For the
rest of the crew, Bardock will chose the Saiyans, Gohan the humans, and Kakarott
the Nameks, twenty of each. Plus,
possibly, one Kai. My father, much to his disgust, is to select the ship
and refit it. �I want this mission off the ground in three weeks at the
latest,� Kakarott concludes. Damn, but he�s hot when he�s on a crusade. �Now,
I�m going to hop home to put dinner in the oven, and when I come back we�ll
work through this in more detail.�

�� I leer up at him.
�I hope you have a lot of food ready.�

�� Oh, yeah. I�m sure we�ll have plenty of energy this evening.� His tail runs up
my back one more time and then he�s gone.

�� Does it ever
occur to you, son, that you spend an excessive amount of time having sex with
that man?�

�� There�s no such
thing as too much sex, especially with Kakarott.� I turn around to ask Mirai about his ki sensor
experiments.

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Yes folks it�s true � Vegeta and Kakarott will be separated
for most of this story. Can their relationship (and lemons) survive this
challenge? DUN DUN DUN!

Next chapter: Vegeta shows Kakarott the ropes. Lemon ~_^
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