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Pure Evil 5: End of Evil	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil 5: End of Evil

By Sefiru

Pairing: K/V

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, oral, anal,
BDSM, kink, evil

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott.

kit-kit: sorry, no revivals in this
one.

Zofo: Saiyans are best au naturel, you know.

Katonie: too much smut gives you cavities. Eat your
plot first.

Rosy: I have another DBZ fic planned for when this
one ends ^^

Dragon: you know if you say �update soon� I keep you waiting longer ~^

LadyShadowDragon: Vegeta-jii�s
got nothing. He just doesn�t know it.

Macha: Confucius say, the end of one thing is the
beginning of another.

Chibi_Dilandau: oh no, Vegeta-jii
is much more fun when he�s being embarrassed at every turn.

Admiral ShadowWolf: smut. Plot.
Splot.
Whatever.

Update is early because I�m at Anime North this weekend. Squee!

In this chapter: the Saiyans party
down.

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Chapter 2: Party Animals

***

�� One, two, three!� Kakarott and I lift both ends of the spit
at once and set it on its brackets. The fire pit built into the wall of Gohan�s castle is large enough to roast an ox, so that�s
what he�s going to cook: an ox. I spread the charcoal in the pit at his
direction, then watch avidly as he bends down to light
it. For once he�s not wearing his baggy gi but a pair
of snug suede trousers and his Saiyan-style vest. I
surreptitiously lick away some drool.

�� Vegeta, is Raditz here yet?�

�� Yeah � sure ��
Wait, what is he asking me? He turns me around, pulls me against him and tries
to devour me from the lips down. When he lets me go I lean against the castle
wall for support. I wouldn�t let anyone else see me like this, but Kakarott has
seen � and usually caused � much worse from me. �You should wear those pants
more often, Kakarott.�

�� You�ve just
seen why I don�t. You sounded like you were drunk, Vegeta.� Well, who wouldn�t
be drunk on the sight of Kakarott�s body? We stand in a little pool of silence
amid the ruckus of preparations; soldiers cart boxes to and fro with Gohan calling instructions from midair. Bardock, whom I�ve
heard some people call the Bartender General, stacks kegs in the corner
opposite us. In another corner Mirai and his mate are
setting up the sound system which they have pulled whole from their nightclub.
It threatens to rain, but when did that ever stop Saiyans
from partying? Folded tents lie ready in case they�re needed.

�� As more guests
arrive, Kakarott and I split up to mingle. A tedious exercise, though good for
morale and especially for keeping my ear to the ground: I�ve just� collected a beer from Bardock when my
father�s former captain sidles up to me.

�� Good morning,
Prince Vegeta.�

�� Morning.� Odd � I haven�t been on speaking terms with the
old man�s cronies lately.

�� I hope
everything is well with your � mate.� The faint sneer on that last word assures
me that this isn�t some peculiar nightmare.

�� The King is
better than ever,� I reply.

�� Most reassuring. I had heard some concerns about his
traumatic experiences.�

�� Hn. Kakarott�s more stable than I am.� Which
he may or may not find reassuring. The old geezer drifts off,
unsatisfied; I put the matter out of my head and ask one of Gohan�s
clanswomen about gertha herds in the area. Through
the morning three other older Saiyans come up to me,
all with the same spiel. They remind me of my birth rank, imply that being
Royal Consort is beneath me (I consider slapping one, but I don�t know where
he�s been), and then question Kakarott�s mental state. Somebody is plotting
something. They probably think they�re being subtle, but I grew up breathing
intrigue on Frieza�s ships. I�m bored.

�� Kakarott has returned
to his chair, so I go back as well and take my place at his feet. He runs his
fingers through my hair; I lay my head on his knee and purr.

�� Don�t you two
look comfortable.�

�� Hello, Raditz,� Kakarott says. I open my eyes on the most recent
(re)addition to our family. His hair is still down to his knees and, as usual,
his four adopted children are clinging to his tail. �When did you get here?�

�� Just now.� He sits on the edge of our dais and the children
solemnly settle around him. �And as soon as I walk in the gate some guy is
asking me if you�ve gone crazy. I told him to buzz off.�

�� You too, huh?� I look up at Kakarott, who is looking back
down at me. �That�s what you get for distracting me.� I tell him about my
conversations with the visitors.

�� Hm. I guess if I hadn�t had the
purging programs knocked out of my head they�d have a point. But the doctors
looked me over when they first came to Earth and they said I was clean.
Someone�s scheming.�

�� Ya think?�

�� Kakarott
scratches his neck. �I�m not as experienced as you two at all this
cloak-and-dagger. I�ll let you figure out who and what
and why.�

�� What does that
make me,� Raditz says, �minister of orphans and
intelligence?�

�� I answer,
�You�re the perfect man for it � no one would ever suspet
you.�

�� Hey!�

�� Speaking of
orphans, how are your children doing?� Kakarott asked.

�� Well enough.
Still quiet for their age, but Sesemi is starting to
fly.� Raditz reaches a hand out to his charges, who have fallen asleep in a pile. �They still stick close to
me, and I can�t blame them after what they went through.�

�� I smirk. So this
is the real Raditz coming through, the one that was
locked away from the planet purging and murder, from Zarbon
and Dodoria and the Ginyus.
He was the only family I had during that time � Nappa
doesn�t count, he was Frieza�s lackey and a spy in
our midst. We hid ourselves away, and survived; where I found my haven in
Kakarott, Raditz has his in four little furballs.

�� Bardock turns his bar over to one of his
officers and comes over to sit with us. Kakarott�s ox is done and he rises to
carve it; I sprawl across his throne in his absence. A crowd magically gathers
to receive his handouts, notably not including the people who spoke to me
earlier. I suppose the honor of eating at the king�s table is not so important
when you disapprove of the King. When the crowd fades away again there is
little left but bones, but Kakarott has kept back a share for each of his
relations. Including his four sons, who appear just long enough to collect
their meals; Gohan is the official host and Mirai is busy with the music, but I wonder what the younger
two�s excuse is. Not that I care, because Kakarott lays me across his lap, and
our shared plate on my lap, to eat.

�� A young clansman
deposits a jug of cider on the dais and nearly explodes with joy when Kakarott
thanks him by name. �See,� I say, �that�s how a third-class is supposed to
react to royalty.�

�� No wonder I
used to piss you off so much.� He holds a piece of meat to my lips and I lick
it from his fingers. Kakarott�s instincts are pure elite; it�s the result of
living among much weaker humans, but he�s proved himself among Saiyans as well. Beginning with myself of
course.

�� Drops of rain patter down on the courtyard;
instantly the tents are unfolded and set on their poles. That is, except for
the one over Kakarott�s head, which is being held up by a
soldier at each corner. I can see by the set of their tails how proud
they are to perform this simple service.

�� It�s good to be
the king,� I murmur. After the first few warning drops, the sky opens up and
soaks everything in moments, surrounding us with muted white noise.

�� Bardock says,
�I�ve never heard of a Saiyan king as popular as you
are. If this was the old world, you�d have a hundred gladiators a day ready to
fight to the death for your entertainment.�

�� Kakarott makes a
face. �I don�t think I�d like that.�

�� Which is why nobody�s offered.� We don�t have the population
to spare either. As the conversation meanders on, I gaze out over the
gathering. The downpour hasn�t stopped the dancing, but has turned it into a
wet shirt contest; none of the participants come close to Kakarott�s physique.
I wonder how I can get him to take part.

�� He notices my
train of thought. �I think it�s time for us to move to a more private venue,�
he says, then stands up and throws me over his shoulder. My ki spikes in
anticipation. I�m barely listening as he thanks the tent-holding guards and
tells Gohan we�re leaving � Gohan
doesn�t want to know the details. I wave my tail saucily at him. Then, with one
last nod to his gathered subjects, Kakarott presses his fingers to his
forehead.

***

Frieza: I brainwash little babies
into murdering entire planets for me!

Kakarott (SSJ3): *flicks finger*

Frieza: *head flies off*

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