A King With Chaos | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Sequel
to A Prince Among Men (henceforth known as APAM)
Side
Story to Family Therapy (which was a sequel to Group Therapy, Mental Therapy,
Cross-eyed, and Hormone Therapy.)
Things I figure I should say:
a.
I’m not sure that anyone would want me to own DBZ, DB or DBGT
because I’d probably do something really odd with it. Thusly, I have come to the sad conclusion that I will never own
it. No profit will ever be made. I’d really appreciate it if you would stop
rubbing it in.
b. Okay,
it’s not necessary to read all of the therapy fics, but it is necessary to read
APAM. Otherwise you might be
confused.
c.&nbnbspnbsp;
AS USUAL, there is SEX, SLASH (homosexual sex, usually
descriptive like) SAIYANS (thusly, violence, bad language dirtiness, lewd displays.) All my original characters: Red, Goten, Lil’Geta, Caradoc (sigh, yes
he’s still alive) and Presta (as well as Bardock’s other son Tuari.)
d. AU. Humor.
Sex. Saiyan home planet (which I
hear is named Vegeta-sei. Yay!)
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They
didn’t want to stick around. Vegeta,
twin, could admit that honestly. One
good look at the way Tuari was eyeing Presta and he was convinced he did not
want to be around when she beat the shit out of the poor kid. (Especially since Tuari looked an awful lot
like his father.) No, Presta point
blank told her grandfather (great-grandfather, wasn’t it?) that she wasn’t
going to let any bastard anywhere near her pants. Certainly not into them.
Goten had laughed, Presta had smacked him, and the twins left the
camp. Went far enough away that they
could pull off the ki rings, and then, a significant amount of concentration
later, they IT’ed straight into the King’s bedroom.
“OH!” He shouted, it was a reflex, and Goten
punched him for it, slapped his hand over Vegeta’s mouth and gave the King and
his mate (oh, the position they were in…) a smile.
The
King did not look happy. It was like
they were the bringe bad bad news or something. Why did everyone give them that look when they were just here to
help them? Goten said: “So… Want to make the happy humping more
productive?” Then he dragged Vegeta
over to the door. “We’ll just wait…in
the closet or something… Until you
know… You have clothes on.” Then he
dragged him into the closet and blindly set about opening up his capsule system
so he could get the hormone therapy his idiot twin had made for Kakarot.
Then
the closet door was yanked open by an extremely unhappy Kakarot (their father
being interrupted was bad enough, Kakarot had no sense of human decency, the
look on his face was just a wee bit scarier than their dad’s.) Not that Goten gave a damn, he hopped out,
over to the bed and gave the King a rather curt bow.
“What
did you mean, why are you here and where have you been?”
“I
mean, I can make it so Kakarot can conceive, carry and birth your children, I’m
here to give you the stuff mentioned in answer A and I’ve been…around.”
He
mumbled “Finally you admit it.” (in English) and Goten’s tail ruffled up but he
said nothing back to him. Which made
him grin, and look at Kakarot who was still glaring, but didn’t seem to be
nearly as intimidating as he had a moment before. So he gave Kakarot a glare back at him and then walked over to
stand next to his brother.
“How
are you going to make Kakarot carry my children?” King Vegeta asked, stood up and took the clear glass from Goten’s
outstretched hand. “This?”
Goten
nodded. “It’s hormone therapy. He will drink it, give it a day and then
he’ll be able to become pregnant.” Put
his hands in his pockets and looked at him, gave him one of those grins that
meant he cared nothing about anything.
“How’d
you know I needed an heir?” the king asked.
Kakarot came over to stand next to him and look at the liquid.
“You’re
not really going to make me drink that…are you?” Kakarot asked.
“If
one of you tries to cheat on the other, you’ll both get sick. Maybe even die,” Goten said, “Then I’ll have
to train Caradoc how to be a King and I don’t want to waste my time. So Kakarot, suck it up, and Vegeta, tell him
to drink it. You can get pregnant every
eight years just like women. All you
get is a womb and the necessities to birth the child. You’ll have to find someone to feed the kid.”
“Drink
it,” Vegeta (king) said to Kakarot and handed him the cup.
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The
kid slept for hours. Caraslepslept for
a few, sat up and watched the mix-breed sleep.
And he slept like the dead. A
big mass of muscle and ‘oh, I’m offended at your filthiness.’ He felt sorry for the kid, in a way, because
he had never been put in a situation where your life was constantly in
danger. ">
Which
was quite possibly the thing that Caradoc hated the most about his fellow
Saiyans. They were STUPID! Stupid stupid stupid! What kind of moronic bastards picked on
their own race when they had planets full of people to kill? It was just plain stupid, like the built-in ‘survival
of the fittest’ instinct went into overdrive and sudd it it wasn’t ‘survival’
against nature and natural selection it was survival against idiots.
He
was going to kill Vegeta the next time he saw him. Dear sweet older brother that he was. Kill. Completely. Dead.
“What
do you want?” Gohan asked, his eyes slid open slowly and looked at him. “You said that I couldn’t stay for
free. What do you want?” Like he was used to having to remind people
of the conversations they had.
“I
don’t know yet.” Caradoc replied, stood
up. He waed ted to living by himself,
certainly, but this kid was the least offense thing to cross the threshold of
the camp since Red left two years ago.
(Not that she wasn’t offensive, but she was pretty clean.) “Get up, we have to go find breakfast.” Stepped out of the tent and into the morning
air that was crisp and cold even on this planet, and clean. All the idiots were snug in their beds, and
it was only him and the blond Saiyan girl standing out here. She looked at him with teal-eyes and flicked
her golden tail behind her.Slid over
to him.
“If
you hurt him, I’ll kill you, and not even your knives will stop me.” A flash of perfect white teeth spread in a
feral smile and she stank like it.
Swayed her tail and her hips while she wanted and screamed for it.
“Really?”
was what he said in response.
She
nodded. “Yes, Caradoc, really.” Another smile and she walked away from him,
back to nowhere, where she was standing and looking up at the foreign sky.
Which
made him start to wonder just what in the hell was going on here. A half-breed, a super Saiyan and twins all
walk into the camp on the same day and nobody gets killed in the process? What the fuck was happening? Which made him think of Vegeta, on the
throne, and he was struck with a strange sense of impending doom like the
purity of the Saiyan Royal line was about to be fucked with. Or challenged, and he growled then, felt the
instinctual rush of adrenaline, the strange surge of brotherliness. Like he should defend the bastard that
shoved him out here to die.
“Fuck
it,” he muttered to himself.
The
kid emerged from the tent, tousle-haired and yawning. Caradoc wanted to punch him, just to do it, but curled his fist
up tight and ignored the impulse, stalked away from him and waited for Gohan to
follow (waited in the sense that he kept going and just assumed.) When they reached the lake (rule of Saiyans
number 1: always camp near two bodies of water) he pulled off his shirt and dro
it
it on the shore, then his shoes and his pants until the only thing he was still
wearing was the sheath with his knife on his thigh. Then stepped into the water, and ignored the dumbfounded look on
Gohan’s face.
Fuck
the half-breed.
Stupid
him, feeling some need to protect double-crossing older ‘brothers’ that
abandoned him just because their stupid father had raised them both with the
understanding that they would be king.
Sure, the king hated Vegeta after he defeated Freiza because the fact
that the boy had come back meant that he, a child of five, was stronger than
the King, but fuck Vegeta, he didn’t need to blame Caradoc for being born.
Which
was a stupid thought. Caradoc would
have beheaded his little brother. Vegeta
was more prudent in keeping him alive, just in case the throne was ever
challenged.
He
turned and looked at the kid standing on the shore giving him a big-eyed look
of disbelief. “Uh…I thought we were
making breakfast.”
“Well,
now we’re not.” The lake had once had
fish, but they were gone now thanks to the dozens of hungry, lazy Saiyans back
in the camp. And you never hunted when
you were pissed, angry Saiyans were stinking Saiyans and neither one was
particularly great. “Damn, you’re like
a fucking virgin. I’m not going to jump
your ass. If you want to bathe than do
it or leave.” Which made Gohan even
more hesitant, it seemed. His hand
stayed right there on the hem of his shirt for a while as he debated over
whatever in his head, and there was a definite look of ‘what the hell?’ right
before the shirt came up and over his head.
Dropped to the ground next to Caradoc’s and then the shoes and pants and
the demi was naked.
Impressively
naked.
He
did the wise thing and jumped into the water rather than wade in all girly-like
whimpering about the chill. When he
came back to the surface, he gasped for breath and looked at him, flashed him a
grin (a grin that was just too eerily similar to someone he had seen before)
and proceed to swim around. That was
amusing as hell, because the demi was putting on a show without meaning
to. Advertising “hey, here I am, aren’t
I hot?” but he didn’t seem to intellectually want anyone to respond with ‘yes,
you are.’
“What
do you guys do all day?” Gohan asked, stopped swimming and treaded water a safe
distance away from him.
“Terrorize,
capture and occasionally kill,” Caradoc said, “Mostly third class is here to
get everyone off the planet that is smart enough to leave. Then second class comes in and kills them.” He stretched and relaxed into the
water. Strange, because he had never
really felt even slightly safe before, and he felt safe here.
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Kakarot: I hate all people Oi. Do we need to explain
were babies come from?
Lil’Geta: *cough* Well…considering
we’re getting a man pregnant…yeah.
Kakarot: I don’t want to be pregnant
Vegeta: And?
Kakarot: Besides! If I get
pregnant all they’ll talk about is how fertile and virile YOU must be.
Vegeta: Again I say: And?
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