Damn Traditions

Hello again, well here is the next installment. It took me a little longer because my muse wasn’t sure which way to go, then off it went. I have never seen the characters that were introduced, well that’s not really true, I’ve seen one of them though he really didn’t say much in what I saw him in. (Which I got to joke about with his American voice actor when he signed my DVD, about.)
But still what background I read about them was perfect for this part, and this is an AU, so I can play! Anyway I hope you like, I have one week of leave left before I have to return to hell again, though I hope to avoid the knives if I can. I googled my penname and only a little of my stories came up, none directly from here except a rec someone did of my Yugioh stories on their blog. My blog was destroyed the night I had to give up my penname, but I am starting up another with a new penname just for it. So I hope I can keep up the pace after that. This story and my Naruto one are a challenge to keeping up weekly and all the while I am developing others. I am a masochist…
So there’s not much sex in this, tiniest bit of Nail/Kakarott, that Namek can’t keep his, ah mouth, to himself! Action goes back home where things are hotting up too. Enjoy!

Damn Traditions continued
By Fyrbyrd

Every day they went off to where the ship was, Nail started joining them, but Kakarott held back, he was not at all handy. He would be utterly useless to them. Besides he had other things to do and he found himself strangely reluctant to Vegeta what he was up to.

The repairs to the ship were taking some time as it was and while his season seemed to have passed, Vegeta still took him for hours on end when he got back. Yet learning from the technique from the Yardatians was turning out to be quiet easy when he added that to his ability of being able to sense where others were. He used it successfully to take him to where the ship was being kept.

“Wow, this is a big place,” he said making his appearance.

“Where did you come from Kakarott?” asked Raditz seeing his brother.

“Oh thought I’d wander over and see how things are going.”

Vegeta came down and faced his mate, “They are going well. We will be able to return home soon.”

“Oh great, can’t wait to do that.”

The two Namek’s soon joined them and Nail was looking a little pale.

“I’m glad you are here,” said Piccolo, “You can get Nail back to our quarters.”

“You okay?” asked Kakarott a little concerned about his friend.

“He’s pregnant, what do you expect?”

All the others turned to look at the Namek in surprise.

“What? It’s what we were trying for.”

“That’s fantastic,” said Kakarott as he moved to Nail.

“Yeah right, I feel like someone spat me out of something vile.”

“Ha ha, I know what that’s like,” said Kakarott.

“There how come you’re not looking like me, you’ve been pregnant longer than me.”

“What! I am?”

“What the hell?” demanded Vegeta.

“You didn’t notice. Your season passed a while ago, didn’t you think that meant something?” continued Nail.

“Well, no. I have been feeling fine. More than fine actually.”

“Lucky you,” said Nail.

Vegeta moved over to his mate and laid a hand on his lower belly. “Damn, he’s right, you are bearing again Kakarott.”

“Aww. I didn’t want to have another one so soon. I haven’t had much time with the first. Are you going to send me away again Vegeta, take it away from me like before?”

“I wasn’t planning on it Kakarott. We have my father to deal with when we get back.”

“Oh good, that’s all right then, come on Nail. It’ll be okay; at least you and Piccolo will get to raise your child together.” The pair moved off.

“Why didn’t you say something Namek?” demanded Vegeta.

“What for? You should be paying more attention to you mate.”

“He’s my mate; he will bear the heirs to the throne of Vegetasei.”

“You care nothing for him?”

“We are bound to each other; he’s a third class fool.”

“He’s stronger than you; he saved you and your planet from Frieza.”

“No one knows that but us, it won’t change anything. When I get home I will acknowledge him as my mate, but the law will not allow for me to marry him. He was not born an Elite, he will never be accepted as such. The fact that he can bear proves which class he comes from.”

“An I though the Icejins were cruel. I was not born on Namek, yet my mate accepts me as one. Or is it that you are still jealous of his achievements. When you rule you can change the laws.”

Vegeta laughed a short laugh, “No I couldn’t. The King rules true, but there’s a council that lay down the laws.”

“All Elites, no doubt?”

“Exactly. Even you would be accepted by my people as an Elite on my world. But Kakarott will never be. Even of we tried to display his Super Saiyan talents to the Council they would not believe it. Perhaps there is Elite in his bloodline, in fact I’m sure of it, but still it won’t help. He will not be allowed to make any claim to a higher class. He is my mate, but he is only a breeder Raditz would be honored higher than him because he is a soldier and he stayed with his Prince. I’m not sure if I can keep a promise I made to Kakarott about the other Breeders, that I would free them from the safe world. With Frieza gone there is no need to protect them from the Icejin. But the nobles will want to assure they get the breeders to bear for them.”

“And your children with Kakarott?”

“We call them cubs. Our cubs will be more than likely be Elite. If he bred a breeder to me it had better be a girl. Our cubs will be of a higher class than their mother.”

“The cub he bears now is already strong.”

Vegeta nodded, “That’s how you knew, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

Vegeta nodded, then he moved off to get back to work.

Kakarott and Nail got back to their rooms.

“You want anything?” asked Kakarott.

“No, just let me lay here.”

Kakarott helped him into bed and sat on the edge. He smiled. “I’m really happy for you.”

“Thank you. Getting pregnant like this is an achievement in my race. It is not the norm. Yeah, you said it would be a mix of both of you.”

“Right, though the egg still comes out the same way.”

“Egg?”

“That is how we reproduce. My father, Guru, birthed me from an egg that came out of his mouth and from it I was born. I have a brother that survived, his name is Dende, but the others were all killed. My egg will come in a few weeks, but it won’t be ready to hatch like I was. I will have to keep it in a pouch here,” he pulled a loose piece of flesh on his belly, “Until it is ready to hatch

“Oh wow, way better than my way. They have to cut my baby out of me.”

“I prefer my way.”

Kakarott laughed. “I have a son I haven’t seen. They took him from me when he was born. I never got to see him other that pictures. As you know they were trying to hide the fact that males can breed on Vegetasei now.” His face fell.

“What is it Kakarott?”

“When we go home I’ll be back to being not much more than a slave again. I’m third class and I can’t ever get away from that.”

“But you transformed, you are stronger than the Prince.”

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t want my baby taken from me again. It’s not fair.”


”That’s why Parsnip hired us, to get you away from the Elites.”

“Yes, but his plan would not have worked for me. I know that now. Vegeta and I are bound to each other. Back on that world I could feel what was happening to him. When he was near death… I would have avenged him, but I don’t think I could live on without him.”

“I don’t envy your position, Piccolo means everything to me, then our child will mean the same to me. But he would not send me away; I can take care of myself without him. I could live on without him, but I care for him deeply and he does the same for me. He is stronger than me, but not by much. I care for you too Kakarott, there is something different about you that attracts me to you. I tell you, if you were free, Piccolo and I would claim you for ourselves.”

“You would?”

“Yes Kakarott. Come lets pleasure each other. I want to taste you again.”

Kakarott smiled as he got up and began to strip off his clothes.

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“Damn it,” said Parzanip storming into his rooms.

Bardock got up from where he was playing with his grandson. “What is it?”

“Gather everything; we are going to have to move.”

“Shit, how close?” he answered leaning down to scoop up the boy.

“Not far, but we’ll have time. I’m not sure if we’ve been betrayed or not, but they seem to think the boy is here.”

“So King’s men.”

“Yes.”

“Maybe it’s time I separated from you.”

“You are on the Most Wanted list fool. Right after me and followed by Prince Vegeta himself. Don’t be a baka. Anyone that knows he was willing to give the boy into Frieza’s hands has to die to kill the truth, even you.”

“Still blocking all your transmissions?”

“What do you think? If the people knew the truth the King would be torn from the throne.”

“By whom? The only ones who would are fighting with you and they are almost all third class. Most of our own class don’t even know that we are both valuable as well as cannon fodder for them.”

“If your damn son would get back for where ever it is he has disappeared to, we’d be able to do something more than just run.”

“What so you can parade him around as the third class mate of the Prince who just happened to be the mother of the baby Prince, who you were supposed to have had killed?”

“The nobles are demanding that all the bearers that have been discovered be available to them. One of them has put forth a proposal that they get sold off to the highest bidder and all monies used to find more of them amongst us. Then, they will select from the pool those to be sold to the nobles and those to be bred for more bearers. And more than that, that they are not even to be considered as third class anymore, but as breeding stock, classless.”

“Things seem to be getting worse. Come on little one. Let’s hope your parents come home soon, I think we need them.”

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“What the fuck do you mean ‘they were gone’,” demanded the King of the soldier in front of him. “We had irrefutable proof that they were there.”

“They hadn’t been gone long—“

“Get out!” yelled the King. And he fled.

Soon he heard someone else behind him, “You’re information was wrong.”

“It wasn’t wrong Majesty; they just got out before your people got there.”

“What do you want Paragus? Are you going to continue saying that your son should be the next in line, that he is the Legendary?”

“You son has joined the side of the rebels. He liberated a bearer from the safe world, a bearer I have heard, that birthed a boy child recently. A bearer possessed of strengths above that of his true class, a very sought after prize he would be.”

“The bearer was kidnapped by mercenaries, which is the report that I have received from the eunuch guards there. It was not any doing of my son’s.”

“Then perhaps he hired them so that he could claim the best bearer for himself.”

“I repeat my son had nothing to do with it.”

“Why did he leave this world and join with the rebels?”

“I do not know they supposedly killed his cub.”

“Ah, yes, the cub by Aspaga, also killed by the rebels, wasn’t she? Or was it a lover’s quarrel after she killed the cub that was not really her own. Funny how the bearer birthed at the same time she was supposed to have.”

King Vegeta tried very hard not to show his surprise that the noble scientist knew so much. The man was amongst the richest of the nobles due to his genius, and that he was connected to the royal line. That was why he was trying so hard to have his son inserted into the Prince’s place. “Again I ask, what do you want?”

“A third class soldier known to be in your own personal guard is known to be amongst the rebels. He is kept safety protected with the leader of the rebels. Remember him, Majesty?”

“So, other guards from the third class have deserted their posts in the palace, what of it?”

“Some seem to think he is protecting a cub. A young one, just about the same age as your own grandson. Strange coincidence?”

“Really, well that is new information I did not have. And how do you come by such information Paragus? You seem to have a lot of theories and seem to know what is going on the safe world as well.”

“Oh, I have my sources. I know how to get what I want.”

A chill ran up the King’s spine. He’d heard that some rather strange experiments were done at Paragus’s labs, something about being able to control people. And his son Broly didn’t seem to always be in his right mind or so the rumors said.

“I want to know what is going to be done about retrieving the missing bearer.”

“Why?” The King knew that Paragus was the main proposer of the assigning the bearers to the highest bidder.

Paragus merely smiled. “It would be a shame to lose any one of them, they are going to be… valuable commodities.”

“After one for yourself?”

“Why not? But I am after one for my son. Broly is the Legendary; breed him to the best and who knows how powerful we can become.”

“I’ve heard you tried to mate your son with some second class females and that he killed at least three of them.”

“I told you, he is the Legendary, his lust released his power, he went to Ultra Saiyan and they could not take this.”

“It was lucky it was none of the Elite females, and I have as yet to see any evidence of his ‘Legendary’ powers. You speak so much about them, yet we have not seen much of your son.”

“He has a few ‘problems’ with his temper.”

“Really? And you want to put him on my throne?”

“Perhaps a mate would calm him. And when his status as Legendary is proven he will qualify for the throne better than you and your rebel son.”

‘Shit,’ thought the King. In his efforts to hide the truth by making the rumors that the Prince had been coaxed over to the rebels cause, because he believed their version of his son’s death were going to make dealing with Paragus and his claims a little harder. And worse the man wanted Kakarott as part of the deal; only a few, all rebels now, knew Kakarott was the Prince’s. “So you want to mate him to our breeders, the only way to continue our race, yet he had killed in that very act already. Be serious, I do not want to lose any of our breeders. Like you said, valuable commodities.”

“That is why he should be put with the strongest. The missing breeder, I’m sure he could handle a mating with Broly. I wouldn’t want him bound to a slave, so measures could be made to make sure he did not taste the blood of this young man.”

“You have it all planned out, don’t you Paragus?”

Paragus smiled, but he did not answer.

“And what of the Icejins?” continued the King.

Again Paragus smiled, “I think something has happened to draw their attention from us. Their Ambassador is gone, Frieza has not returned. Perhaps by the time they return we will have nothing to worry about. They don’t know about the third class breeders and they don’t need to know. I’d worry more about your own position, Sire. With your son a rebel, how will you continue your line? Or are you going to take a breeder for yourself? Maybe you know exactly where that boy is and are saving him for yourself.” He bowed on that note and left before the King could answer.

King Vegeta went to his seat and fell into it heavily. And he thought the Icejins had been giving him headaches, now his troubles were a lot of his own making, and closer to home. He’d have to think of a way out of this problem and soon.

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