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A Prince Among Slaves	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Prince Among Slaves

A DBZ Fanfiction

By Sefiru

Pairings: Goku/Vegeta/Raditz/Bardock

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: M/M, BDSM, slavery, incest, mpreg. This fic contains consensual adult incest. You have been warned.

Admiral ShadowWolf: slave!Vegeta is the antidote to real life. ^^

animeslave18: it’s no fun if they’re not in character.

Pixelgoddess: oh yes, Bardock and his boys will more than make up for it …

Isis: well, you don’t usually name slaves after your king ^^

Yuurei, Silent Dreams, Bluesake: thanks for joining us! More smutty goodness to come.

ranetheinsane: yeah, I’m picky about AU stories too, so maybe I’m a bit more careful in writing them. (BTW I <3 your screen name)

Zofo: hello once again! They are made for each other, you know.

As of this update, every one of my DBZ fics (except this one and the latest one-shot) has reached over 1000 hits. Thanks for reading, everyone!

In this chapter: a deflowering.

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Chapter the Second

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     Goku fairly leapt out of bed the next morning. A slave, a handsome slave, of his very own! Of course he’d share with his dad and brother, but once Vegeta bonded to him, he would belong only to him. He was going to have to thank dad thoroughly for this. He opened his bedroom door; Vegeta was just outside, his pallet tucked into the end of the upstairs landing. A short chain fastened his collar to the banister. He was still fast asleep in a cocoon of blankets, and he was purring.

       Goku had to force himself not to wake the slave and take him then and there. He vaulted over the railing and landed lightly in the hall below. Bardock was sitting at the kitchen table studying a thick binder; Goku grabbed him by the shoulders and hissed, “He’s so cute! Dad, did you hear? He’s purring in his sleep!”

       Bardock reached up and ruffled his son’s hair. “I’m glad you like him. Sit down, we’ve got to go over this training program he was brought up with.”

       As Bardock elaborated, Goku’s face drew into a scowl. What kind of jackass denied a child all pleasure from the time he was an infant? If this was the first time Vegeta had ever slept in a real bed, no wonder he was purring. Never had a hot bath! Never had a hot drink, for that matter. His tail lashed when he read the comments that the trainers would take away anything that Vegeta expressed enjoyment of. “What is the point of all this? What were those morons trying to do to him?”

      Bardock sighed. “As far as I can tell, it was so he’d be grateful for the crumbs he’d get from an Elite master.”

      Goku growled. “This trainer had better not ever cross my path.”

      “Well, it ends today. We’re going to fuck him and feast him and fuck him again. I sent Raditz out to get the groceries. And you get to show him what he’s been missing all this time.”

      Goku’s expression changed instantly into a sunny grin. “Oh, yeah.”

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      For the first time that he could remember, Vegeta woke up without any aches or stiffness. The bedding molded to his shape, cradled him in warmth; Bardock had chained him up for the night, but it wasn’t needed, since he fell immediately into a deep and restful sleep. And this was just the least of the comforts that most Saiyans considered ordinary! Things were looking up for him. He yawned and stretched languidly. The rattling of his chain caught Bardock’s attention; the soldier released him and pointed him to the bathroom. “When you’ve done your business, come downstairs and get some breakfast. You’ll have some time to clean up afterwards.”

      The promise of food ensured that Vegeta didn’t linger. He was naked except for his chastity cage, but he was used to that. He descended the stairs and went into the kitchen; his soon to be master was working at the stove, his tail swishing in time with a song playing on the radio. He was wearing an apron and nothing else, which gave Vegeta a spectacular view of his back and buttocks. His eyes seemed to be glued to the sight; he ran his gaze up and down, tracing every plane and curve.

      “Don’t look now, bro, the slave’s checking you out,” Raditz said from his seat at the table. Vegeta had met him briefly the night before, and he seemed like a bit of a ruffian. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at him.

      “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

      “Careful, Veggie, or I won’t fuck you long and hard tonight.”

      “I’ll attempt to contain my disappointment,” Vegeta said dryly. As if Raditz would be able to resist him. He’d seen that look of lust often enough to know what it meant, and his backtalk seemed to turn the soldier on. That was certainly an improvement over getting punished for it.

      Goku turned around, cutting off the view of his musculature, and slid a plate in front of him. It held a quarter meat pie and a mess of fried root vegetables. “Eat up,” he said. “You’re going to need it.”

      Vegeta was momentarily confused by the complicated swirl of scents coming from the food, but he was hungry enough to take an experimental bite. His eyes went wide as flavors exploded across his tongue. Spices – that was what he was smelling. The rest of the pie disappeared in short order. When he was done, Bardock sent him back up to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Vegeta took his time. Soon he would find out what all the fuss was about; soon he would be bonded, and an adult in the eyes of society. And he wanted to put on a good show for his masters. He didn’t quite dare to use hot water yet, but he set it so it wasn’t ice cold, and made sure he was clean inside and out. He groomed his hair just so and brushed out his tail. And then he descended once again.

      The warriors had pulled out the sofa into a broad padded surface and thrown a fur rug over it. Goku sat cross-legged and naked in the center, and once again Vegeta’s gaze locked onto him as if laser-guided. Bardock appeared beside him, formed a small blade of ki along his thumbnail, and cut the ties holding his chastity cage on. He pulled it off and tossed it carelessly aside; Vegeta’s cock started to stiffen at once. Goku crooked a finger at him. “Come here, Vegeta.”

      Smoldering with curiosity, he went to the mat and crouched at Goku’s side. He could smell the sharp musk of the warrior’s scent now; it made his tail fur bristle. Goku looked deep into his eyes and grinned. “Oh yeah, you’re ready for it.” He rolled Vegeta into his lap and ran a hand down his chest, from the hollow of his throat to his navel. Vegeta hissed. That felt good – really good. Goku didn’t stop there; he touched, he caressed, up and down and everywhere he could reach. His fingers lured blood to the surface and made Vegeta glow with warmth. His upbringing had taught him never to express enjoyment, ever … but this was more than he had ever experienced, and gradually he began to relax, sounds started to escape his throat. At first no more than a sharp breath, a barely audible gasp; then a faint moan. His head fell back against Goku’s arm, his eyes lost focus. He twitched when Goku’s hand found his nipple and an electric spark seemed to leap through him.

      Then Goku rolled him over and brought his tongue down on the nape of his neck, and Vegeta was lost to rational thought. He was in heaven, he was in paradise, and whenever he thought he had reached the peak of sensation, Goku drove him higher. Wet, silken heat traveled down the line of his spine and along the edges of his shoulder blades. Deft fingers explored his ribs, his flanks, his inner thighs. He lay boneless in the furs, writhing as his body tried to press into every touch at once. Goku’s tongue settled on his ear; he could feel Goku’s heat and weight against his back, his shaft pressed against the cleft of his buttocks. Heat pooled in his center, and he groaned as his tail lifted of its own accord.

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     “You going to make him beg, son?” Bardock asked.

     “Look at him, dad. He’s not going to beg.” Goku squeezed Vegeta’s flank, making him gasp and squirm. The slave was far too far gone to beg for anything; he was already in more pleasure than he’d ever had in his life. Goku nibbled on his ear and grinned. He was tail up, wet and hard, making all sorts of tiny, delicious noises – he was oh so ready to be taken. Goku lined up with Vegeta’s hole and slowly but firmly pushed inside.

      He was expecting something like a scream, but instead Vegeta roared; a triumphant roar, a sound heard more often in battle than in bed. His head arched back with the force of it; Goku couldn’t see his face from this position, but he could sense his ki, and it held nothing but purest ecstasy. Vegeta’s cry ended just as Goku seated himself fully, and he slid back down into the furs, his breathing ragged. Neither of them was going to last much longer. Goku pulled back and slid in again, setting up a steady rhythm. Vegeta was once again virtually silent, but Goku felt it when he came; his inner muscles clenched tight around him in pulsing waves. Three more strokes and he climaxed as well. His seed would cement the bonding; he pressed Vegeta to the furs and stroked his ears while they caught their breaths.

      By the time Goku rolled off him, Vegeta was already getting hard again. His aura fairly shouted all day and all night; now that he had discovered sex, it would probably take all three of them to keep up with him. And now it was Raditz’s turn. He had no patience left for foreplay, and he liked it hard and rough. He wasted no time lifting Vegeta’s hips and ramming his cock into him. Vegeta roared again, this time with a hint of surprise as those incredible sensations flowed through him again. Raditz hammered him hard and fast until he pounded another climax out of him.

      Finally Bardock took his turn. He turned Vegeta over and introduced him to the fine art of giving head, sucking him back to full hardness before entering him. Vegeta’s roar was quieter and richer, and Bardock took his time, giving him a slow, thorough screwing before bringing them both off. Afterward all four of them sprawled in a satisfied heap on the furs.

      “It’s like this every time?” Vegeta asked drowsily.

      “Pretty much, yeah.”

      “And this is now my job?”

      “Uh-huh.”

      Vegeta just grinned.

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Lucky, lucky Vegeta. ^^

In the next chapter: training Vegeta. Things get kinkier. (any requests?)
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