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A Prince Among Men
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No, DBZ isn’t mine. DBGT sure
the hell ain’t mine.
b.
Yes, this is technically an AU.
But all fanfiction is AU otherwise we would all be sitting around
reading different folks versions of the DBZ scripts.
c.&nbsbsp;bsp;
I firmly believe that all Saiyans are potty-mouthed, overly horny,
overly muscular men that get in fights, have tons of sex and eat all the time,
while cursing. I also believe that
Homosexuality is not bad, and write about it to satisfy my own sick little
mind. Thus: SEX. SAIYANS. SLASH.
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Now,
Radditz had seen his baby brother bring home some pretty strange looking
creatures. He realized that Kakarot was
not the pickiest prick in the pack, but he always thought there was some brain
in that thick s som somewhere. So when
he was jolted out of his mid-afternoon doze (that time when he was supposed to
be sitting in the Capitan’s tent while his father attended to whatever his
father attended to, so that should someone official show up Radditz could act
likewas was the official second-in-command.) by his little brother dropping a
body on the table in front of him, he wasn’t shocked. The body was dressed in the shabbiest—and rather smelly—clothes
that looked like they came out of the pile of unwashed things. They were too large for the small body and
consequently were held on by straps criss-crossing him from his thighs to his
armpits.
“What’s
this?” he asked. Stood up so he could
give it a better look over. Rolled it
onto its back—yep, he was right, it was a man.
Young. Nice bronze tone to his
skin. Handsome in a bitchy sort of
way. And nursingruisruise that looked
to be the imprint of Saima’s fist.
“A
new recruit,” Kakarot said, “You need to find a way to get him put in this
division without being too conspicuous.”
“I…
Don’t know.” Kakarot shrugged. “But whoever did it, he doesn’t know it
either. Almost killed himself powering
up.”
“Where
did you find him?”
Saima
rolled her eyes. “Look, we just need
you to put him down in the log, okay.
Preferably before the Captain gets back and demands all these
questions.”
Radditz
ignored her, looked at his brother, watched his brother stare at the man on the
table and wondered just what the hell the idiot could be thinking that he
wanted to invite this sort of trouble onto himself. Whatever had put that silvery barbell through this idiot’s tail
had meant business. That was
ki-repressors, like the icejin’s made, only extremely advanced. And the sheer gall the creature must have
had to put it on the tail—well, that was something he didn’t want to mess
with. But then, he wasn’t supposed to
be a Super Saiyan one day, so he ’t r’t really care.
“We
found him in the woods,” Kakarot said, finally, “He doesn’t have a clue where
he is. Just put him down as Vegeta.”
“Oi,
couldn’t you be more original?” Radditz rolled his eyes. There were twelve Vegeta’s in the division,
as if naming your kid after royalty (or the planet) was all the rage for those
parents that realized their children were never going to make it past the
third-class division.
“I
want him to blend in, Radditz, not stand out,” Kakarot said. Picked the body up with one hand and slung
it over his shoulder like it wasn’t a fellow man but a sack of rotten
potatoes. He gave his brother a little
smile of gratitude and turned to leave.
Asshole. One of these days Radditz was going to tell
him to go screw himself. One day. But not today, he conceded as he pulled the
log out and added yet another Vegeta to the list of infantry. Not that his father would care, or the
officials would give a damn if they added a new solider.
~~~***
It
groaned. Kakarot paused in digging
through the mountain of clothes to look back at his bed, at where the small
Saiyan was sprawled out, where it had been unconscious until just now. He watched the man press a hand to his
face—half of which was covered with a homemade healing balm and turned to look
at him.
There
was a look on his face like the arrogant little one had just realized this was
not a dream. Or a nightmare, but
instead that he was indeed stuck here.
“Alright,”
Kakarot said, stepping out of the pile of clothes—those left over from everyone
that had lived in the tent, or stripped in the tent or that he himself had worn
at one point—“A few words of advice.
You can call yourself Vegeta if you want. But if I were you I would avoid saying you’re the Prince. Nobody out here really likes him. You’ve got ki-repressors on you so try not
to get pissed off and rise your ki or you’ll end up killing yourself. Oh, and absolutely do not eat anything you
didn’t catch and cook yourself.” He
thought that covered everything.yes"> Gritted his teeth and tried very hard not to be enraged that his
tail had been defiled like that.
Managed to get around the piles of clothes and through the flap of the
tent, but the stench of the camp itself knocked him back to his ass—and he
barely managed to land on a wooden box, pinched his nose and tried very hard
not to vomit—because even if that would make it smell better around here, it
was not something Prince’s did.
He
heard the feet approaching; saw the ugly dirty legs standing around him and
looked up into the grinning vicious faces.
One of them ran a finger across his face, and he felt the smudge of
filth.
“Looks
like widdle Kakarot has found himself a new concubine,” one of them said.
“Prissy
looking, if you ask me,” another added.
“Of
course he’s prissy looking to you, anything that isn’t covered in mud and
oozing slime is prissy to you.”
The
fourth one grinned and said: “So, you
taking it up the ass to get in good with the Capitan or are you just a fan of
widdle Kaki’s widdle prick?”
Did
people really talk like this? He
remembered that someone had commented on the vulgarities of the common man, but
he had not actually believed that people said this sort of thing. (Vulgarity meant something entirely
different to the upper class where saying ‘damn’ in front of a lady was
condemnable to social death.) He felt
that he was getting angry and pressed his hands to his chest again, didn’t
groan in pain but wanted to. Hunched
his shoulders forward and tried to calm himself so the burning would go away.
“And
what is this he’s got you dressed in anyway?
Is he afraid that if he doesn’t have you all tied up you’re going to
fall apart?”
The
second one made a worried face, “Maybe the concubine is
fraaaagiiiiiiilllllllllle.”
The
third one pressed his fingers to the bruised side of Vegeta’s face, made that
hurt and then smirked. “Looks like he
likes it rough to me. Maybe widdle Kaka
got carried away and accidentally broke him…”
“Maybe
the four of you need to leave before I kick your asses.” That was the voice of the annoying woman
that had been in the forest with Kakarot.
When the crowd of vulgar dirt-piles separated he saw her standing there
with her hands on her hips, glaring at the four of them.
“Whatever,”
the leader said, pointed at her neck as he passed, “I see the concubines not
Kaki’s only conquest of the day.”
“Don’t
you have a hand you need to be fucking?” she asked, kicked him in the hip and
braced herself against any attempt to fight back. But he didn’t say anything, just gave her a cool glare and went
on his way. She moved up next to
Vegeta, licked her fingers and wiped his face clean of the dirt with her SALIVA. (He felt so much cleaner.)
“Are
you all barbarians?” he asked.
“Well,
we can’t all pretend to be stuck up snob princes that don’t have a fucking clue
what is happening on the front lines of their perpetual war. Next time I’ll let them gang-up on you and
have your ass.” She turned her back to
him, flipped her tail at him in a clear message of ‘go fuck yourself’ and
walked way. “You can tell your widdle
Kaki while he’s fucking you that you didn’t want my help.”
“I
don’t,” he mumbled darkly. Stumbled
back to his feet. Decided the interior
of the tent smelled better than the exterior and retreated back to the bed he
had started out in.
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I
feel so dirty. *shudder * so much lewd
language.
Krt: I know
that the author knows it doesn’t count as sex if someone mentions it lewdly.
Vegeta: I am
not your concubine
Krt: I
realize that. But do you realize that?
Vegeta:
Huh? And for that matter, could
we please change me out of the bondage clothes? Did you really have to wrap me up in black straps?
Krt:
*answers that question by grinning suggestively. Sits back (suddenly naked) and strokes
himself as he thinks about it. *
Vegeta: Oi.
Hectate 18:
Gasp! You like Kakarot when you should love
Vegeta? GASP! *Prince in his bondage clothes, looking offended. *
I
always wanted to write a Vegeta-sei fic.
So I decided: Hey, why not?
Jaygoose:
Yep,
Kakarot’s whole family is here. (except
his mom who I have no idea as to who the hell she is.) Should be interesting
Tatoosh:
After
that ‘hazing’ stage, they’re more tolerant anyway.
*GK
appear and hugs Tatoosh.: THANK YOU for
your donation! I love you!
Vegeta: Hn. *
Webtester 01:
Who
knows what part the twins may play?
Oh
& yeah, it’s a bit easier to read with space between the different
comments.
Getarian:
Yes,
Bardock got sent through the ‘crazy people’ treatment because he had those ‘visions’
and he thought that Frieza tried to blow up he planet. The king did not agree and thus Bardock was
nuts.
Oh,
but you know that my Vegeta & Kakarot never start out liking one another. *Jealous of Saima too. * Darn!
Everyone thinks the Twins had something to do with where Vegeta is. (I’m not going to tell them that or they’ll
be smug about it.) But I guess everyone
will just have to wait and find out…
Yes! Now that we see what Goku would have been we
all understand why Goten is. Isn’t that
great?!
Radditsu: I want you to get past
the boring shit, hurry up and age the boy, and get me some sex! You tell her Radditz. (I have decided about Radditz sex life. Depends on how he well he behaves.)
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